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Hi, everybody!
Here comes a new chapter about Manon and her Magic Whistle! It's actually a continuation in time of what happened in Chapter 5.
Manon and the Magic Whistle, Chapter 7.
Manon didn't go straight to home. For her fifteenth birthday she had wished for a camcorder, and to her delight Anouk had given her money to buy one. On the internet she had picked out one that she liked, and now she was on her way to a store outside the town, that sold it. But before she took the subway away there, she wanted to change her panties. They had become cold and weren't any longer like this snugly pee warm... She found a new pair in her rucksack, and with them in her hand she sneaked in behind a shrubbery. She pulled off the wet panties and washed her genitals with some kleenex. When she was about to put on the dry panties, she hesitated. It was after all such a nice spring weather; why not be naughty and skip panties... She decided quickly and put both pair of panties back into her rucksack. The wet ones she first put in a plastic bag.
It wasn't far to walk to the subway station, but she enjoyed every inch of it. She felt so delightfully indecent, when mild spring breezes fanned under her skirt and carressed her bare crotch.
The camcorder had lots of very good points; it was very small, could film in very feeble light and had a 30X zoom. Manon longed for to begin using it.
On her way home she sat facing two girls of about her own age. It wasn't rush hour and the three of them were the only passengers in that car. One of the girls had black, black hair. Must be dyed, Manon thought. The other girl was a total contrast. Her hair was so light, that it was almost white. She caught, that they talked about some girl, who was in the same school class as they. At first Manon didn't take any interest in their chat, but then she caught that the light-haired girl said, that she'd seen that girl and another girl hug eachother really long. "I wonder if they're lesbian?" - "Blah!" The black-haired sniffed. "It's yucky!" - "Why yucky? Is it yuckier to be in love with a girl than to be in love with a boy?" - "You're mad! Of course it's yucky, when girls have sex with eachother!" - "You're the one who's mad... You're just like the worst homophobe!"
They went on squabbling. Manon fibbled with her Whistle. What if... Well, why not! She took out the Wistle from her pocket and put the "horny"-end to her lips. She aimed it at the black-haired "homophobic" girl and gave it a rather faint and short blow. Then she aimed it at the other girl and did the same at her.
She waited a moment to see the effects. It didn't take long before both girls started to fidget about, pressing their thighs together and rubbing their bottoms against the seat. When Manon saw, that the Whistle worked as it should, she too started to press her thighs together and rub them against eachother. Then she slowly, bit by bit, pulled up her skirt, revealing her thighs above her stocking tops and the garters holding up her stockings. She didn't stop before she imagined that the other girls should be able to see all the way up to her bare crotch.
The two girls had stopped bickering. They were both confused at the feelings, which were flowing through their bodies. Fascinated they looked at the little girl opposite them, who didn't seem to be aware of, that she was showing her legs in their full lengths. And she wasn't wearing any panties! She looked as a girl, who had dressed up to a sexy woman in nylon stockings and garterbelt. Like a little girl she was toying with a kind of an ornamented wooden stick. They watched her putting it to her mouth like it was a whistle but no sound came when she blew in it. They thought that she looked really cute, playing with a stick at the same time as she was trying to look like a sexy grown-up lady. Under the influence of the Whistle they both began to feel more and more aroused and couldn't take their eyes from the little girl. She looked so sexy with her girlish little vagina, whithout any hair on it.
Manon thought it was time to heat things up. She cheekily placed her right hand up in between her thighs and parted her by now very swollen labia. She moved her fingers slowly around her clitoris, made it stiffen and tremble. As if they were mesmerized, the other girls pulled up their skirts. They too started to finger around their clits. The black-haired after first having pulled down her panties a bit. Her genital hair was curly and black (maybe the hair on her head was natural black after all, Manon thought).
Manon stood up and placed herself in front of the other girls. Shamelessly she put her left hand upon the front of the light-haired girl's panties and stroke it gently on her poking clit. The girl panted and her hips moved against Manon's hand. The black-haired girl stared at them, and moved in closer to the light-haired. Now Manon turned to the black-haired. But first she pointed the Whistle towards the other girl and blew it again. But this time in the "pee"-end. Not so hard, she didn't want an accident to happen too quick.
Manon now concentrated herself on the black-haired girl. It was time for her to eat her earlier homophobic comments! Manon seized hold of the hand, which the girl was so urgently using to caress her vagina and placed it onto her own wet mimsy instead. She pushed the black-haired's fingers in between her labia, from which by now her juices spilled over. At first the girl seemed to hesitate, but very soon she was eagerly busy caressing every bit of Manon's genitals. Manon gave tit for tat, concentrating on the girl's amazingly big clitoris, which she twiddled between her thumb and her index finger.
The first one to get her orgasm was the light-haired. She gave away a moan and began to bounce on the seat. In the middle of her first orgasm, she started to wet her panties. Her pee came in a slow but steady flow, and she stared in open-eyed wonder how her pee gathered between her thighs and then gradually ran over and down to the floor. The sight of the orgasming and wetting girl made Manon to have her first orgasm. Which by no means made the black-haired to stop caressing Manon's vulva...
Again Manon took out the Whistle. She pointed it at the black-haired and blew hard in, at first, the "horny"-end and then in the "pee"-end. The result came almost instantly! With a cry the black-haired got an earthquaking orgasm, and at the same time she peed forcefully right upon Manon's belly, crotch and legs! Manon responded by coming in a series of orgasms, making it impossible for her to hold in her pee, which she sprayed all over the black-haired, soaking her clothes completely!
The train slowed down at Manon's station. She pulled down her skirt, which luckily had remained dry. She turned to the black-haired girl:
"It's really yucky to have sex with another girl, isn't it! But I can't complain about the orgasms you gave me, and you seemed to enjoy them, that I gave you! And how you loved my pee all over you! Lesbians rule!"
Manon was very pleased with herself, when she left the train with pee still dribbling down her legs. Her stockings were wet from both her own and the black-haired girl's pee. She sneaked behind an advertising pillar and pulled off her stockings and put them in her rucksack. She kept her garterbelt on and continued towards home with the garters dangling against her thighs. |
This was on my plate for a little while, and it ended up being much longer than I originally intended it to be. Over 12 pages in Google docs. I really wanted to get this out, but I tried not to rush it like I have with some stories in the past. There's bits where it seems to just be filler, but I did the best I could with the plot I went with. It's kinda difficult trying to work with actual events from Zelda and incorporating original content to work along side it. So, sorry if it seems weird in some parts. I used a lot of Ruto's dialogue from the game's script, but also added a lot of original dialogue. Some of what Ruto said in game was either altered or left out completely and some minor events were changed a bit for plot convenience. I still would like critiques and feed back on this, as I have spent a good deal of time on it. Picture below was drawn by OmoCommado. “This is Lake Hylia, where the Zoras said we should start looking for Princess Ruto.” Navi reminded Link. The little fairy fluttered over the water in front of Link, her blue aura shimmering in the day light. Link followed her as he swam through the water, and searched around for anything that might lead to the whereabouts of the lost Zora princess. As they searched, they both drank from the lake’s pure waters so they would stay hydrated in the heat. “Maybe we should look underwater…?” Link suggested. “Yeah… don’t you have that new… thingy that lets you dive to deeper depths now?” Navi referred to the Silver Scale that Link received from a Zora after winning a diving game in their domain. “Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that.” Link dipped his head down below the water’s surface for a few moments, looking around, before coming back up. “I don’t know, I don’t see anything but sand and rocks…” “You didn’t look very hard.” Navi said sternly, as she flew past him and searched around herself. She then pointed at something underwater. “Wait, what’s that? Below the water.” Link looked underwater for whatever mysterious thing Navi found. After a moment of searching, he saw something shining at the bottom of the lake. “It’s just a bottle, probably thrown out by one of the fishermen.” Link replied to Navi, after resurfacing. “Well, go get it, maybe it’ll help us!” “If you say so…” Link dove back into the water, and swam downward to retrieve the strange bottle. He wasn’t sure what it could possibly do to help him in his quest, but they had to take any leads they could get at this point. Not even any of the Zora’s were able to find a trace of Princess Ruto. Once Link had the bottle, he swam back up and rejoined with his fairy. “There’s a letter inside, let’s see what it says.” Link swam back to land and sat on the edge of the lake before opening the bottle to pull out the letter. Navi floated next to it and read it outloud: "Help me. I'm waiting for you inside Lord Jabu-Jabu's belly.--RutoPS: Don't tell my father!" “That’s from the Zora Princess!” Navi exclaimed. “But who the heck is “Lord Jabu-Jabu? And why is she in his belly?” Link wondered, putting the letter back in the bottle, then put the container in his inventory. “I don’t know, let’s just bring it back to King Zora, maybe he can help us now that we know where she’s at.” “She told us not to tell him, though.” Link pointed out. “How else are we supposed to find her if we don’t show the King the letter, hmm?” Navi folded her arms and floated in front of Link. “Besides, she may have the spiritual stone that we need!” She added. “I suppose you’re right.” Link admitted. Using the cave connected underwater, they traveled swiftly back to Zora’s Domain, where they were once before and resurfaced inside the cave like dwelling. Stone paths led to the various rooms and areas of the domain and the Zora, who were amphibian like creatures, inhabited the place. “Wow, this place is huge!” Link exclaimed. “And chilly…” Navi said, shivering and rubbing her arms. Her blue aura shimmered a much brighter shade of blue due to the temperature. The duo searched around the frosty, watery area in search of King Zora. “There sure are a lot of zoras around here.” Link pointed out. “Yeah and that lake water that I drank is catching up with me, now.” Navi floated out in front of Link, looking around for place to do her fairy business. “So just go in the water.” Link suggested, a little too loudly. ‘No!” Navi blushed a little as a passing Zora looked her way. “Jeez, could you keep your voice down, please? She whispered sternly. “Sorry…” Link did as he was told as the two passed around a corner. “Don’t worry, I’ll just wait. There’s too many people around anyway.” Navi now spoke in a more calm and normal voice. They were now in front of a large staircase made of stone with two lit torches on either side, and a wooden sign that read: ‘Just Ahead, King Zora's Chamber. Show the proper respect!’ “Guess this is it.” Link stated as he looked to his fairy companion. She seemed calm and relaxed for the moment. “Let’s go!” Navi excitedly said. They traveled up the stone steps, leading to King Zora’s throne room and stopped in front of the large, bulbous Zora. The king was adorned in a red ceremonial cloak and looked more like a toad unlike the rest of his people, whom looked more like anthropomorphic fish. He sat upon the ledge guarding the rear exit behind him where the water flowed under his posterior end and throughout the rest of the domain. King Zora remained quiet until Link presented him the letter. He then took it out of the bottle and read it over. “We found it at the bottom of Lake Hylia, just outside, your highness.” “Ho, this letter! It's from Princess Ruto!! Hmmm...Let's see…” The king looked more relieved knowing he had found a lead to his daughter’s location, but then appeared shocked when he read the final part. “She's inside Lord Jabu-Jabu? That's not possible! Our guardian god, Lord Jabu-Jabu, would never eat my dear Princess Ruto!” He lowered his arms and rested them on his lap, sighing heavily. “But since that stranger, Ganondorf, came here, Lord Jabu-Jabu has been a little green around the gills…” “I could go and try to find her for you!” Link exclaimed happily, knowing this would progress him in his quest. The king looked down at the letter once again then back to the boy, before placing the letter in his cloak pocket. “The evidence seems clear. Of course, you'll go find Ruto. You can pass through here to the altar of Lord Jabu-Jabu. I'll keep this letter. You keep the bottle it was in. Take it respectfully! Please find my dear Princess Ruto immediately... Zora!” The king began scooting to his right along the edge of the ledge that he sat upon, making croaking sounds all the while as he moved out of the way. This process took a little while, being that the king was… well… quite obese, to say the least. Link and Navi waited patiently though, and finally, there was enough space for them to get by. “Thank you…” Link said, taking the bottle from the King and then starting to head towards the cave behind him. ‘Wait, before you go.” He stopped Link in his tracks. “Take this fish, offer it to Lord Jabu-Jabu, he will then allow entry through his mouth.” The King instructed as he shoved a small blue colored fish into Link’s newly acquired bottle. “Oh okay… thank you again!” Link and his fairy friend swiftly exited the room from a corridor behind the king, into a new area known as Zora’s Fountain. They immediately spotted a large whale-like creature, at least five times the size of the King. He was adorned in jewel encrusted garb and had large blue eyes. They were now outside, again met by the afternoon sun’s rays, though surrounded by a tall mountainous wall and ankle deep in water. “This must be him!” Navi exclaimed to Link. They both made their way towards him and stood upon the stone platform where Lord Jabu-Jabu was “docked” as if he were a boat. Link starred in awe at him as the creature made bellowing noises from his throat at the two strange visitors. “Well, what are you waiting for? Give him the fish!” Navi demanded. “Oh, right.” Link pulled out his bottle from his inventory and shook the fish out of the glass bottle. The fish waddled and flapped around on the stone floor below them and in front of Lord Jabu-Jabu. They both waited for him to accept the offering, as King Zora said he would. A few moments later, the great creature began to open his large mouth, his deep vocals echoed throughout the entire area. Navi and Link put their hands up as he started to inhale. The fish was no match for his massive lung power and it flew straight down his throat, like a leaf in the wind. Then the power became much greater as Link and his fairy were both being sucked in as well. They had no time to react as they both lost their balance and soared through the air into his gaping mouth, screaming all the while. Inside Jabu-Jabu’s belly, it was dark and musty. They were no longer on dry, solid land and Link’s steps made squishy sounds as he came to and stood to his feet. Navi floated back up and fluttered in front of him. “Are you alright?” She asked in a concerned voice. Her bright blue aura lit up the dark area. “Yeah.” He said, straightening his tunic out. “Alright, let’s move forward.” She said, turning around as they both walked towards the back of his mouth until they were in front of a pool of murky water. Behind it was Jabu-Jabu’s uvula and a sealed off area. “Oh no…” Navi stopped and hovered in the air. “I forgot to go, before we got sucked in here.” She said, disappointed. “Oh.” Link said, not sure how to help his fairy. “I guess it would be weird to pee in Jabu-Jabu’s mouth, heh.” “I’ll wait.” She said as she sighed softly and began floating forward. Suddenly, an octorok shot out from the pool and started shooting rocks from it’s hose-like mouth. One barely missed Navi and she screamed out in terror, flying quickly behind Link before he shot another one towards them. Her hero immediately pulled his shield out just in time and the rock ricocheted off the wooden surface, smacking the octorok in the head. Its dead, lifeless body sank into the water and exploded into a cloud of smoke that dissipated in the water. Link looked back to his fairy who was red in her face. “Are you alright?” Link moved closer to her. “Fine now, but... “ She looked down at her bare, pale colored legs that were now dripping with her urine. The blushing fairy flew to the pool of water and washed herself off. “Sorry about that, I killed him as quickly as I could.” Link said, comfortingly. “I know, it’s not your fault. It’s just a little embarrassing.” She replied as she finished cleaning her self. “I probably wouldn’t have been able to wait much longer anyway… fairies aren’t built for that kind of thing.” “Don’t worry, I went in the water before we got to Zora’s Domain. So.. I technically peed in my shorts.” Link smirked at his fairy. “Sounds like something you’d do.” Navi said, smiling, seeming much better now. “Let’s just move on.” They crossed the pool and stopped in front of his throat that was sealed off by some kind of webbing. “Well, now what? Isn’t there some way to open it?” Navi asked Link. “Of course, there’s always a way.” Link happily stated and took out his slingshot. He aimed for the uvula right above him and fired a deku seed at it. The webbing in front of the fish’s throat went away, allowing them to easily pass through to the next area. After passing through the esophagus, they ended up in a much larger part of Jabu-Jabu. Somewhere inside the stomach, perhaps. Passageways and electric jellyfish were strewn throughout the area. They proceeded, while avoiding the Biri’s shock attacks. Link attempted to take them out with his sword, but it only knocked them back. “Just ignore them, they can’t be defeated with just your sword!” Navi shouted. They then retreated through a nearby passageway into another part of the fish’s body. As they looked around, they noticed a small zora child standing near one of the holes on the ground. “Is that her? Princess Ruto?” Navi whispered quietly to Link. The zora turned around, and spotted the two intruders. A surprised look washed over her face as they approached each other. “You! Who are you?!” She sternly asked, now looking more frustrated. “My name’s Navi, and this is Link. You’re...?” “I am Ruto, Princess of the Zoras.” She folded her finned arms. “Your father is worried about you, we’re here to take you back to him.” Navi stated as Link gawked at the zora princess. “My father is worried about me? I don’t care!” Ruto turned around, trying to ignore them. Navi and Link both looked at each other, confused. “But we found your letter in a bottle…” Link reminded her. “Letter in a bottle? I have no idea what you're talking about! I’d never ask anyone to do such a thing!” The princess said, as she turned back around to face them. “Anyway, I can't go home right now, because antifairy of omorashi.org still has to finish writing this awful zelda fiction. And you... Get out of here! Understand?!” She shouted before turning back around and walking away. “But!” Navi started to respond, but Ruto tripped and fell into one of the strange holes that sucked her down to the area below them. She screamed out and they rushed over to save her, but it was too late. “Follow her!” Navi demanded Link. He didn't question, but instead bravely jumped through the same hole that Ruto fell through. Thankfully, the drop wasn't too long and he landed on soft muscular tissue which cushioned his as well as Ruto’s descent. They were back with the Biris in the area before they met the “distressed” princess, this time on a lower ledge. The young zora stood, once again with her back turned and looked around; she appeared as if she was contemplating where to go or what to do next. As she turned around, she noticed Link and the fairy were behind her. “Are you still hanging around here? I told you to go away!” Ruto said with a sharp tone of voice. Link and Navi had adapted to the fact that she acted like a spoiled brat, but nevertheless, they needed her help and it was obviously that she was in danger. “It’s not safe for you to be here… um your highness.” Link sheepishly advised. “I'm okay. I've been going inside Lord Jabu-Jabu's belly since I was little... but...” The angsty zora retorted, trailing off as she continued to examine her surroundings for a moment. She then sighed with hesitation. “Lord Jabu-Jabu is very strange today... There are electrified jellyfish and strange holes around... On top of that, my precious stone was…” Ruto looked back to the duo with an expression that implied she was about to give too much information. “That's none of your business! Anyway... You! Go home now! Understand?!” She re-demanded, suddenly changing her tone to match. Navi flew closer to Link’s left ear. “Does she mean the spiritual stone?” The fairy whispered, careful not to arouse Ruto’s suspicion that they needed that stone. Link would do anything to get that it, so he had to push away his first impressions of this princess aside. “We just want to help you.” Navi said with concern. “Yeah, you could probably use it, with all these monsters around.” Link added, nodding in agreement. Though he was more concerned about completing his quest and helping a different princess; The Hylian variety. The zora gazed upon them, seeing that they weren't giving up. “You're that worried about me? Then I will give you the honor of carrying me! However...I won't leave until I find the thing I'm looking for. You'd better believe me!” Ruto offered herself as she plopped down and hugged her legs towards her body. “Alright, fine.” Link responded willingly as he walked over to the squatting child. He stood behind her and wrapped his hands around the zora’s waist, picking her up with ease. Ruto squealed as he did and soon she was sitting on Link’s head, her squishy bottom nestling right in the center. He then repositioned his hands so he was gripping her lower stomach tightly, which she immediately objected against. “Hey don’t squeeze so hard! I have to... “ The distressed zora blushed a little, unbeknownst to Link. Though, Navi witnessed her soft white face turn a light shade of red for a few moments. ‘What?” The boy released his grip on her belly and instead grabbed her thighs, wondering what the big deal was. “Nothing. I’m fine, just go!” Ruto sneered. What a feisty and finicky princess she was. Though she was only about 11 or 12. She obviously thought quite highly of herself, believing that she deserved to be carried around like this. Link liked Zelda a lot more, she was a much more kind and caring princess, but he did as he was told and toted her around Jabu-Jabu in search of the spiritual stone. As they lurked around the large fish’s belly, they found strange enemies and complex puzzles which sometimes required the help of their smaller fishy friend to overcome. It had been a little while since Link first picked her up and all the while, she had become increasingly more finicky than before. Navi had been sneaking glances at her, trying to figure out why this child was so antsy. There was something that she wasn’t telling them and it was time to find out for sure. “I’m going to search around in here, I’ll be back.” Link said as he set Ruto down as he went to a separate area that closed behind him. “Hey don’t leave me here! How could you? Be a man and take responsibility!” She protested, but it was too late. He was out of earshot, leaving Navi and her alone for a little while. Ruto paced back and forth with a flustered look about her face. For a moment, it looked as if she was going to do something with her hands, but she quickly folded them back. “You’re awfully wiggly, even by fish standards.” Navi said sternly, catching Ruto’s attention as she turned to face her. Ruto looked up to Navi with her big purple eyes widened, the fairy’s arms folded just as her own were though much more relaxed. “So what?” The zora responded. Her lower body shook slightly. “So, is there something you wish to tell me?” Navi probed as she noticed her erratic movements, smirking a little as if she had an idea. Ruto paused for a moment, then started pacing again suddenly. She faced away from the fairy to prevent her from seeing her worried expression. “Well I lost the precious stone my mother gave me, that’s all!” Ruto said. “And I’m stuck in Jabu-Jabu’s belly!” She continued. “And you really have to pee.” Navi added. The guilty zora stopped in her tracks again and looked down. She hugged herself with her arms tightly. “Don’t you?” ‘N-no.” Her voice carried a softer tone, meeker than her normal voice. Navi floated around to Ruto’s front and they locked eyes again. “Yes, you do. You can’t fool me.” Navi disputed. “I’ve been watching you this whole time.” Ruto’s face went red. She tried to turn away again but Navi moved as quickly as she did. “Admit it!” She demanded. Ruto’s mortified expression was joined with a slightly angry one, her eyes frowning at the fairy’s observation. “Alright!” She yelled. “So what if I do? It’s not like I can do anything about it right now.” Turning her back again, Ruto subtly snuck her right hand down to her fishy parts and softly held herself. Navi was reminded of her own little accident earlier and sighed a little, knowing how she felt. Even though she had been nothing but a troublesome little brat, Navi felt sympathy for her and decided to try not to embarrass her anymore. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you out of here as fast as we can.” Navi said with a comforting voice. Ruto didn’t say anything but just sat down on the floor and hugged her knees to her chest. Soon enough, Link returned to the two girls, and with a shiny new boomerang that he proudly showed off. It was made from a light colored maple wood with a red jewel in the middle. “That should come in handy.” Navi stated and smiled. “Definitely!” Link replied before placing it in his pocket somehow and looking down to the depressed zora. “What’s wrong with her?” Navi floated near Link’s ear and whispered. “Listen, be nice and gentle with her. Don’t handle her roughly.” “Um… okay, why?” Link inquired obliviously. “Because… she-” Navi began to explain but was cut off by Ruto, who furiously interrupted. “Hey don’t tell him!” She snapped and plopped back down again in her “carry-me” position. Her face was beaming with humiliation as she shut her legs tightly. Navi sighed and floated away from Link, out in front of him. The boy just shrugged his shoulders and picked her up gently, following what his fairy requested of him before they continued their trek through Jabu-Jabu. Since she no longer had to hide it from Navi anymore, Ruto cupped her fishy parts to comfort herself as she sat upon Link’s head. Navi continued to monitor her, she seemed to be containing herself well enough, though her facial expression implied distress. Everytime Link had to set her down, whether it be to fight a monster or switch out his gear, Ruto would dance in place to prevent from desecrating her people’s sacred guardian. They eventually reached a large circular room with a raised platform in the center. Ruto bubbled with excitement when she spotted the object resting in the middle of the platform. It was a gold and sapphire jewel. “That's it! That's what I've been looking for! Throw me up there! Onto the platform!” Ruto exclaimed, letting go of herself and bouncing on Link’s head. She instantly regretted this action when she accidently let some of her pee out of her tightly shut opening. Navi covered her mouth with her hand and gasped a little when she saw the poor zora leak. It wasn’t much, not enough for her hero to notice, fortunately. Link was about to do as she told, but Ruto stopped him. “On second thought, just set me up there. Don’t throw me.” She meekly requested. Link gently placed the pee-filled zora upon the platform, where she carefully stood up and cheerfully walked over the sapphire stone. After picking it up, she started making her way back towards the edge. Not long after she made a few steps, the platform suddenly rose up from the ground and lifted Ruto up the room above. Link was knocked down before he could act. She cried out in terror before disappearing from sight. “Where did she go?!” Navi implored. Link stood himself back up as the platform made it’s way back down. This time there was a large octorok that sat upon it, looking ready for a battle. The young hero drew his sword and shield, preparing to defeat this beast that delayed him in his quest. Jumping off of the platform, which now had it’s spikes exposed along the side, the monster faced Link and their battle began. With the help of Link’s warrior skills, along with his heroic passion and his new boomerang, he was able to kill the big octorok in a short amount of time. It died and it’s body melted into the water before disintegrating. The spikes lowered with the rest of the platform, allowing him to safely climb up it’s walls. “Great job! Now lets go find our princess!” Navi cheered, but her spirits lowered when she realized Ruto was still in trouble, in more ways than one. They hurried to the middle of the platform, which elevated them to the floor above. “I don’t see her up here.” Link commented, looking around the empty room. “Let’s just move forward, she couldn't have gone far.” Navi replied leading him to the only exit. Through Link’s quick wit and puzzle solving skills, they made their way to what seemed to be the last area of Jabu-Jabu. The large room they were now in appeared to be the main part of his stomach. The ground was much softer and moist, as were the walls, compared to the other areas they came from. Not only that, but there were several enlarged electric jellyfish that suddenly noticed Links presence and began provoking him into yet another battle. “Link, look up there!” Navi advised, pointing to the large monster attached to the ceiling with it’s tentacles. The large jellyfish then clung to the sides of the anemone and beams of electricity began firing at Link. He quickly dodged them and severed the tentacles that bound the bulbous beast with his boomerang. The jellyfishes spun wildly around it’s body while it continued to attack Link with electric beams with ferocity. He was able to stun the enemy with the boomerang while he took out the jellyfishes which also acted as its armor. The anemone was left vulnerable, and eventually succumbed to Link’s sword. Its defeat resulted in an explosion of goo, like a popped zit. Now with that order of business out of the way, they would finally be reunited with the angsty zora princess once again. A column of blue light emerged from the middle of the room, and a desperate Ruto was already waiting, impatiently.Link had been oblivious to her predicament up to this point, where he took in her obvious signs. Poor Ruto was buckled at her knees, both hands shoved between her tightly clamped legs against her burning girlhood. She looked up to Link with an angry stare, but secretly humiliated for having to be seen in this state. “You...You're late! What took you so long! You're useless!” The young zora’s voice quavered as she scolded him. Her little body shook intensely from the pressure that had built up inside of her bladder, which was begging for release. “Well excuse me, princess!” Link drawled. “I got here as quick as I could!” He countered as his eyes scaled her body. “Wow, you look like you really have to pee.” He added, causing Ruto blushed brighter than she ever had that day. “Link, let’s just get out of here, so she can relieve herself outside.” Navi commanded. Link nodded, stepping into the light that transported them all outside of Jabu-Jabu. They were reunited with fresh air, clean water and the setting sun. After they came to the senses, Ruto wasted no time jumping back into the water, right where Link was and released her pent up urine.They watched as a bright yellow cloud formed around a very relieved Ruto and expanded several feet all around her. Her eyes closed as she completely relaxed all of her muscles, floating on her back and heavily sighed with immense relief and a smile on her face. The first smile they had seen from her since they met her. “You know, I have to commend you on how long you held it.” Navi chimed in. “I didn’t expect you to have anything left inside of you after that octorok attacked us, much less the entirety of two battles.” “Well, I’ve had practice I guess.” Ruto was a lot more soft spoken now, after having released an overflowing bladder that she had been holding in for a couple of hours. “It’s not like this is the first time I spent a long time in his belly.” “Yeah, thanks for not peeing on my head… or anything.” Link said, smirking a little. Ruto and Navi both giggled in unison. “...What?” Link inquired, confused. “Nothing, nothing!” Ruto responded, leaving him oblivious to the little gift she left on his head earlier. “Something smells fishy around here…” Link replied. ‘It’s me!” Ruto giggled. “Oh… ha ha.” As a reward for saving her, Ruto gave Link her precious stone, but it came with a price. That they were now engaged to each other, and were to be married some day. Not that Ruto liked Link, o-or anything. ruto.txt |
Hello everyone! I just recently joined the site, and I'm stunned by the amount of specific personal stories studded all over the place. I like to write desperation stories and accounts, but I've admittedly never finished one... until now. This is my first story, something which I had created a long while ago on another site that has since cracked down on this topic of writing; the material is partially real and partially fiction. It's also a lengthy one, so I don't really know how long this will be when posted. The beginning's a lot of buildup of the plot; if you want to skip to "the good stuff," scroll down to the second asterisk line. It builds slowly to the climax, but I think it came out pretty well. Enjoy!***************************************************** The sweat dripped down my forehead as I penciled in the answer bubble on my exam sheet. I took a moment to wipe my face and glance up toward the front of the room at the thermometer attached to the board. The mercury said ninety, but I knew it was wrong; it had to be much hotter than that. I groaned on the inside, wishing for even a faint breath of wind to find its way from the open window to my seat. The only thing coming through that window was the incessant twitter of songbirds and a low buzzing of a lawnmower several blocks away. Accepting my circumstances, I refocused on the exam before me.
The test was a standardized, statewide assessment given to every highschooler, even to the seniors like me who, with only a few weeks of school left, had nearly quit trying completely. While the grade didn't count to our overall GPA, it did affect whether we graduated or not; that was the only reason we studied for this thing in the first place. The procedures were very strict; nothing was allowed in the testing rooms at all, no getting up from our seats with tests out, and a teacher had to be in the room at all times. The testing block was supposed to be three hours long, but the test guidelines assured us we had as much time as we needed to finish. There was no way in Hell I was going to fail this test and repeat senior year, so took my sweet time in doing it right the first time.
A faint noise caught my ear, a rustling or rubbing sound I couldn't identify. I performed a quick scan around me to find out where it was coming from, and eventually pinpointed it to the exam proctor, who I'll call Ms. L. She was a beautiful woman in her late 20's I'd say, with whom I had the pleasure of spending the last semester in Economics. She was slim, sexy, and smart, and that day she was wearing a blouse, skirt, and pantyhose; the rustling was due to her rubbing her legs together producing the noise. She was sitting at the teacher's desk, a location of which I had a clear view from my own desk. She seemed to be restless, fidgeting slightly every once in a while and continuing to methodically rub her thighs together up and down, each of her high heels clicking as they touched the floor.
Now by this point I had already connected the idea of female desperation to my fetish and special interest; I'd already seen several instances of genuine desperation in public and private, even one incident in particular which was - ahem - "dripping" with excitement (that's a different story). But perhaps due to the stressful nature of the exam before me, I simply didn't put two and two together, instead concluding that Ms. L was most likely anxious to escape the blistering heat of the classroom as much as we were. Still, the movements she was making were noticeably sexy, as her tan pantyhose and black skirt along with her white blouse resembled the business attire of a secretary more than a teacher's. I returned to my work before I let the mood overcome and distract me.
A little while passed and the announcement from Ms. L told us we had half an hour left of official allotted time. At that point I started to worry, seeing as I was only three-quarters of the way through and still had a sizable amount questions left. Ms. L stood up from her desk, smoothing out her skirt as she observed the room. From my seat she appeared to be stepping from one foot to another in a way that hinted she was trying to suppress her movement. I was trying to concentrate on the test, I really was, but the situation was starting to perk my interest extensively.
She paced around the room, observing our work it seemed to gauge how far along we were. One student a few rows away raised his hand with a question, and Ms. L walked over to him. She bent lower to hear the whispered question, but it was the way in which she performed this simple maneuver which finally alerted me to the predicament she was facing; instead of bending over at the waist as most teachers usually do, she bent almost entirely at the knees, signaling she was dealing with a filling bladder region.
For a brief moment I blanked, not believing the woman who was the eye-candy of our economics class and state exam was trying her hardest not to reveal how badly she needed to pee in front of 20 or so Seniors. I had teachers in the past who would call in an aide or substitute if they really needed to go during a slow class period, but apparently this kind of test demanded all the staff they could get, so no one was available to take over for poor Ms. L.
All of her motions were now crystal-clear to me: the way she wiggled her legs when standing still, followed by rubbing the front of her skirt and discreetly placing her hands over her noticeably rounder bladder region. At one point while helping another student, she bounced her bum a few times before quickly sitting down with her legs crossed in the desk behind the girl. I was hoping to see a wet desk when she stood up, but it was clean.
I heard a rumble in the hallway as a teacher wheeled in a cart with Dixie cups of water to keep us hydrated during the testing block; we'd already received this opportunity about three time in the last hour, and not wanting to become dehydrated in the heat I took up the offer each time. I wasn't affected in terms of my own bladder, but Ms. L certainly didn't seem thrilled about pouring water into twenty little cups and passing them out in her state.
With all these distractions, I was only able to finish about 15 questions before the time ended. Ms. L seemed to quietly breathe a sigh of relief as she announced "Pencils down please." I knew I needed quite a bit more time, as did about five other students. My anxious teacher walked around to collect the completed tests, shuffling in such a way as not to disturb her bladder.
At first, I feverishly continued my work as not to prolong this test any longer than it needed to be. I assumed Ms. L would be replaced with a sub or someone else so she can relieve herself, thus making the exam uneventful once more. However, our principal was walking through the rooms where students were still taking the tests, and Ms. L somehow curtailed her holding techniques long enough to talk with him. I couldn't hear what they said, but at one point she seemed to whisper something even quieter than the rest of their conversation, to which our principal responded with a seemingly sympathetic head shake indicating "no." After announcing to us we had all the time we needed, he proceeded to leave; immediately Ms. L softly moaned and placed one hand on her bladder, the other on her skirt over her thighs. For a brief moment her eyes met mine; she blushed and returned to her desk quietly.
***************************************************** About half an hour passed by. By then I was almost finished with my last essay, and the only other student still taking the test in my room looked as if she was checking over her answers. Ms. L was continuing her feverish pee-dance seated in her desk chair, hands on her bladder and frequently wandering downward to her crotch; rocking back and forth, her face looked flushed and tired from her efforts.
The other student got up to hand in her exam just as I finished my writing. She placed the papers on the pile at the front of the room and left, giving me a look as she left hinting that she knew Ms. L's situation too. The room was now dead silent apart from the constant birds chirping outside and the rhythmic squeaking of my teacher's chair as she squirmed around on it. Ms. L glanced over at me in a longing, hopeful sort of way, then realized I wasn't finished and went back to her desperation.
I knew I had checked over my answers as I went through the test, so that I was completely sure of each answer I wrote down in the assessment. I could have handed in the test right then and there and still have full confidence I had the right answers. That would have been the gentlemanly thing to do. But I couldn't shake the consistent urgings of my mind telling me to delay my desperate teacher. I knew damn well this might be the last time I time I took a test like that; it might be the last time I could see any teacher, nevermind a hot one like Ms. L, who was genuinely about to burst. My devilish side one out, and as if on cue, she hesitatingly asked me whether I was done yet. I told her I was going to just check over my test until the end of the day (at this point there was only half an hour left of the school day anyway).
Her eyes widened in shock, but her voice replied with a strained acceptance. I returned my eyes to my paper to "review my answers" while at the same time using my peripheral vision to witness the hot desperation show across the room. I decided to get a better vantage point, asking her if I could sit closer to the window (and consequently her desk) in order to catch some of the breeze. She consented, and I brought my materials over to the desk closest to her's to resume my review. From there I could note every movement of her legs and hands as she moved about while still appearing to be engrossed in my test.
After a few more minutes she stood up and started to prance around next to her desk while cupping her bladder and twisting her legs around each other. The clicking of her high heels on the tile flooring was only adding to the intensity of the situation. Moving from her desk to the board and back, her path seemed to be dictated by her bladder; indeed, every move she made seemed to be devoted entirely to staying dry.
I looked up at her as she glanced over at me, our eyes meeting once again. Only this time, I didn't break the gaze; she blushed a deep pink, but seemed to be beyond caring at that point. She moaned aloud and said,
"I'm sorry, this is so embarrassing. It's just been such a long testing period, and I had quite a lot of water today since I last had a break. I could really use a relief but all the staff's booked."
My response should have been sympathy and end there. Instead, under the unbelievably sexy circumstances I was in, I blurted out, "I know, I can tell." I waited for the reprimand, but surprisingly she smiled a sweet smile and whispered in mock surprise, "Oh wow, how could you tell?", then laughed. I joined in before she gripped her bladder and groaned, "Oh dear, I can't laugh, I can't, or I'll have an acci-..."
Her eyes widened; I could tell she had her own slip of the tongue. I decided not to push it any further and went back to my test.
***************************************************** With five minutes left before the final bell, the situation had reached its crescendo. I pretended to feverishly correct an "error" in my essay as Ms. L performed the Broadway production of "Gotta Pee" right in front of my desk. Her pantyhose-clad legs, which appeared silky that close up, were entwined in ways I couldn't fathom; her hands were pressed into her skirt between her legs, and when she turned into a profile position her bulging bladder appeared squashed by her skirt. She was frantic, but I wanted to see this through.
As she paced, her moaning was like musical symphonies, coordinated with each time she would lean on the desk and bend one foot into the air at the knee and do the same with the other foot a few seconds later. She would then tap her heels in that beautiful clicking movement before finally resuming her pretzel-leg actions.
With about 2 minutes to go, she walked (more like waddled) over to me and asked for my paper. I feigned stress as I handed it over, and she slammed them down on her desk while simultaneously motioning with her hand for me to leave. When I didn't move, she asked me in a strained voice why I was still there. I explained that students weren't allowed to leave the room without a pass (which was true), and that if she wanted to write me one I could leave.
With both her hands wedged between her legs, it took her a few seconds to actually decide whether it was worth it. Eventually she agreed, and grabbed the sticky-note pad from her desk and fumbled around for a pen. When she couldn't find one, she gave me a pleading look which compelled me to offer her mine. She scrawled a hasty pass and an even sloppier signature which was nothing more than a squiggle. In my last act of torture, I explained that teachers wouldn't admit students through the hall unless the signature of the teacher was legible (also true). Almost shaking in desperation, she corrected it and handed the note to me. In one swift motion, she collapsed into her chair and crossed her legs so tightly I could see through her pantyhose, and hands pressed into the crotch of her skirt, gripping for dear life.
"Thanks Ms. L, have a good one," I managed to blurt out as I headed for the door, defeated in seeing an accident. She managed a half-hearted "you too" with her head down, then suddenly looked back at me and whispered quietly,
"Before you go, could you please bring me over that trashcan by the door? I have some...um, uh... garbage I want to throw out."
I swallowed hard, knowing the true reason why she wanted it. I slowly grabbed the bin as she frantically rubbed her crotch, bringing it over to her desk. She quickly placed it under her desk, offering a meek smile showing thanks as she grabbed the sides of her skirt. I turned toward the door as I saw her carefully begin to inch her skirt up her thighs. I left the room and was about to close the door behind me (the doors at our school automatically lock shut from the inside), when I instinctively went back in for one last glimpse.
Even today I am so glad for that decision; I reentered to see Ms. L with her jet-black skirt hiked up around her waist, exposing her panties and pantyhose which were still on completely. Her legs were spread; with one hand she was holding the bucket underneath her crotch, the other holding the desk for support. She looked up in surprise just as a stream of golden pee poured through her panties and pantyhose into the bucket with a hiss and splash.
Both of us shouted at each other at the same time; "I just needed to grab my pen!" I cried as she yelled "Look away!" I looked away of course, and the rest of it is just noise in my memories. The splatter went on and on and coincided with breathy moans and gasps from my teacher as her monstrous bladder emptied itself behind me. I offered a hasty apology as I left the room; as I pulled the door shut with a click, I heard the last few drops of pee hitting the golden lake at the bottom of the trash bin.
I walked back to my locker in a dreamy state. I don't know what Ms. L did with her bucket of pee after that. I don't know what she did with her soaked panties either. But as I remember that day ever since, I always like to believe that my teacher enjoyed her desperation as much as her student enjoyed watching it.
***************************************************** Again, this is my first ever desperation story. I'm therefore extremely new to all this in terms of writing, so let me know how I can improve upon this little experiment in fiction -- or even suggest some topics you would like me to dream up next... thanks! |
Note: So i decided to make a fictional story about a girl desperate in the army. I apologise if any of what i wrote about is inaccurate, I do not know much about the military, i just enjoy desperation and thought this would be a neat scenario.
P.S. For those who don't know; "Fort Iroh" Is a reference to general Iroh from avatar the last airbender, and "sergeant Kaiba" is a reference to Seto Kaiba from YuGiOh.
Our story begins in Fort Iroh. Fort Iroh is a military base in the middle of Texas, where new recruits come to be trained. Now there was a big problem with fort iroh; it was a rather old base, a very old base, back from when the army was strictly for men, and no one ever dreamed of allowing females to join. This in mind, the base was originally constructed with only male latrines, two bathrooms in each company; one large, primary one with 15 stalls and twenty urinals, and a smaller one with 3 stalls and 10 urinals. Two male bathrooms seemed like an excellent idea at first because no females where ever on base. This all changed back in world war two when women were first allowed to join. The officers in charge of the base were faced with a choice; spend thousands renovating one of the bathrooms to remove the urinals and replace them with more toilets, or spend a couple bucks changing the male sign on the smaller latrine. The officers, being the frugal guys they were, went with the second choice. At first, when there were minimal females in the army this wasn't too problematic. But as time progressed, more and more females joined, the lack of bathrooms grew more and more problematic until present day when the lack of bathrooms was downright cruelty. Companies had about 200 recruits, approximately 50 female and 150 male. The males had 15 toilets and 20 urinals which they could use. Not only that, but they could also pee outside when a sergeant wasn't present to see. Female on the other hand, had only 10 urinals which were useless, and 3 stalls. This led to insane amounts of desperation. No girl was lucky enough to leave basic training without at least once doing a frantic pee-pee dance, few were lucky enough to never leak a few drops, and a few unlucky souls were themselves completely.
The bugle sounded loudly at 06:00 on a sunny, Saturday morning. Private Newman rushed out of bed. Private Alexis Newman was a tall, skinny girl with beautiful blonde hair which she always tied back in a ponytail. Today was a very important day for her. Her platoon’s sergeant, sergeant Kaiba, had given everyone else in her platoon the day off. This was so he could train Newman one on one. Private Newman was an excellent recruit. She was obedient, knew tactics, and had great aim with rifles. There was however, one area where she lacked ability, fitness. Sergeant Kaiba noticed she was greatly behind everyone else with her fitness so he decided to take the day to train her personally as well as evaluate her skills more attentively.
Newman woke up, made her bed, tied her hair in a ponytail, and put on the standard issues physical training uniform, consisting of a black tank top, green combat pants, and black running shoes. She felt a small urge to pee. She checked her watch, 10 minutes until she had to see sergeant Kaiba. She rushed to the bathroom, hoping it would be free. Unfortunately for her, there were many girls waiting to relieve themselves as well. “Oh Shit! Um, excuse me.” Newman said to a girl at the front of the line of one of the stalls. “I have somewhere to be soon and I kinda gotta pee. You mind letting me cut in?” “As if!” The girl replied sarcastically, holding her crotch. “We all gotta pee and be somewhere soon, wait your turn.” Newman was offended by the girl’s rudeness, but completely understood. Recruits were only given 15 minutes after waking to be formed up; all who weren’t would face harsh discipline. This was very little times to make their bed up to standard, get dressed to standard, and wait in a long line too pee. Any girl lucky enough to get a chance to pee would understandably not give it up. Newman knew there was no arguing with the girl so she rushed to see Kaiba, hoping he'd let her relieve herself.
Newman arrived at the designated location right on time and was greeted by Kaiba. “Greetings Private Newman.” “Greetings sergeant.” Kaiba was a tall built man. He was exceptionally fit even for the army. He was a fairly kind sergeant but was not one for bullshit. Newman stood up straight in attention to allow for inspection. Kaiba immediately waived his hand signalling her to go at ease. “You know why I’ve called you here. You’re one of our best recruits, with the exception of your fitness. So today I will send you on an obstacle course designed to train your fitness in combat situations. It is simple. First off, it consists of our mock minefield. Run through it carrying a rifle. If you step on any of our training mines, they will begin to blink red and when you are done the obstacle course, I’ll see how well you did. Next we have barbed wire, crawl under it. Not much to explain there. After that is the wall climb. You will be running on a track. Every so often there will be a wall to climb. The first five are short, the next five medium and the last 5 tall. And finally, the tire shuffle. If you’ve ever played football you’ll have done this. Walk putting one foot in each tire. You will be timed, do this as quickly as possible. Understood.” “Yes sergeant!” The training track was long. It was positioned in a circle reaching around the base, so that when someone finished they ended up right where they started. “Now before you begin any questions?” Newman saw her chance to pee. “Um actually, yes sergeant. May I please…” “Stretch!” Kaiba interrupted. “Of course you can! Oh how foolish of me to forget that. You’ll also need this.” Kaiba pulled out a large water bottle.” “Oh that’s very generous, but I’m not thirsty. I’ll drink when I am.” “You mean when you’re dehydrated?! Not on my watch, a good soldier is always hydrated, now drink up! That’s an order.” “…Yes sergeant…”
Newman was panicking a little now. She still had to pee, and instead of letting her go pee, Kaiba made her stretch which would prolong the amount of time she had to hold for, and made her drink a huge bottle of water which didn’t help much either. Not being one to disobey orders, she chugged the water and stretched.
When it was time to begin the course Newman’s desperation had grown a bit from all he water and she was nervous she wouldn’t make it. Kaiba sounded the starting pistol and she was off. She picked up the rifle, held it over her head and began running. Just the running was hard on her bladder, but having to constantly weave side to side to avoid mines as well as not being able to grab herself made it agonising. Newman tried desperately to run as fast as she could so she could get to the bathroom quicker. This in turn caused her desperation increase rapidly. “Ah fuck!” Of all days to not get a chance to piss! Why’d there have to be so many mines? The constant weaving is torture.” Newman continued to run until she was finished the minefield. She dropped her gun and headed for the barbed wire.
Newman got on her tummy and crawled, staying as low as she could. “Oh god! This is even worse! The ground is rubbing up against my bladder!” Newman still didn't raise her body for she knew that no matter how sore her bladder was, cuts in the back were worse. Her bladder ached as she continued to crawl through the wire until she escaped. “Finally!” Just then she felt a huge sensation in her bladder. She instinctively put her hands in her crotch to relieve her bladder. She kept them there as she went to the next obstacle, doing a mixture of running and pee-pee dance.
She arrived at the wall field with a pretty serious need to pee. She removed her hands and began running. The first wall she encountered was a few inches taller than a foot. It was quite easy to “climb”. All she had to do was take a big step over it. The next few walls were the same as the first, easily climbable with one step, and a minor inconvenience on her bladder. Little did she know, the walls would get harder to jump over as well as become more agonising for her bladder.
Next was the second round of walls, the medium sized walls. These ones were about half as tall as Newman, and would require a little new strategy to
overcome. “Hmmm this is gonna be a little trickier.” Newman thought about what she should do and what approach to take to climb the walls, then a solution then it came to her. “I got it!” She took a running start at the wall, put her hands on the top of the wall, propelled/pushed herself up, put both feet on top of the wall then jumped of, bending her knees as she landed to brace for impacts. This strategy, though effective was torture on her bladder on account of all the crouching. “Oh crap! I should have though my strategy through.” Regardless of the discomfort, she continued her method for she knew waiting to think up a new strategy would add more time to her evaluation time, and prolong her desperation.
The final walls were quite tall, a little taller than Newman. “God that hurt my bladder, this time I’m gonna have to cross the walls without putting so much stain on my bladder. This time, she didn’t come up with a strategy beforehand, she just decided to run at the wall and do what felt right. She grabbed the top of the wall, pushed herself up as she ran up with her legs. Then she through one leg over the wall. This would prove a hazardous mistake. As her leg went over, her bladder hit the wall, causing her to leak a little. “Oh fuck!” She quickly got down from the other side and held herself. Her method of crossing these walls was very stressful to the bladder but she saw no other way of doing it. She crossed each of the 4 remaining tall walls this way; leaking a little each time and rapidly increasing her desperation.
“I’m finally done! But shit! I peed!” Newman looked at the small pee stain on her pants with disgust. At this point, she was on the verge of wetting, bladder completely swollen, and was trying anything to to stay dry. “I’m gonna pee my pants… It hurts so bad…”
Newman waddled over to the tires, her last obstacle, with her hand in between her crotch. She hoped she could finish the last obstacle and then go pee. She waddled through the tires, hands on crotch and tried to run through quickly. She let out a few leaks but nothing too bad. Having to spread her legs to run through tires was torture thought. She still finished the course with just a few more meters to the finish line. “Oh thank you Jesus. I can finally pee.” She crossed the line and Kaiba, who was standing a few meters away from her walked up to her. “Tremendous, private!” Newman was surprised to hear a compliment. “I was watching you the whole time through my binoculars, and I couldn't believe it. Stupendous time! The way you moved, it was like you were on an actual mission, so focused, like your only thought was to complete this course to get somewhere.” “Actually sergeant…” Newman interrupted, hand in between her leg. She thought about telling the sergeant the real reason she moved so quickly, but decided to not ruin the praise. “Thank you.” “ Well, I was planning on training you the whole day, but after that performance, it’s clear I was wrong about you needing fitness training, take the rest of the day off. “ Thank you, sergeant.’ Alexis quickly bolted off to her company.
When she arrived she was horrified to see the bathroom was full again. All the platoons had their break time now. Alexis couldn't hold it any longer. A huge gush of pee rapidly came flying. She tried desperately to stop it but it was useless. All that pee was finally coming out.“Oh shit!” She said, after she was done peeing, a tear running down her eyes. “All that work for nothing.
Her accident wasn’t so bad though, the other girls were understanding. Alexis showered off, changed and went to enjoy her day off. |
One day, Kate and Humphrey were going on about their day.
Kate POV
Humphrey approached me with a bit of an uncomfortable look on his face.
"Uh, hey Kate..."
"Yea?"
"Do you um... want to go for a walk through the forest?"
"Uh, I don't see why not."
Narrator POV
So they went on their way walking until they reached a mostly secluded part of the forest.
Kate POV
When we reached a secluded part of he forest and farther and farther away from the group. I started to get curious as to where we were going.
"Um hey Humphrey, is there a reason were going in this direction?"
"No why?"
"Oh, I'm just wondering why we're getting so far from society."
"Well, there's a reason for that."
"What would that be?"
"I have something to tell you that I'm not to proud of that I don't want anyone else hearing."
"Okay, what is it?"
Humphrey POV
"Okay, what is it?" Then she did it. She asked the question. The only secret I've never told anyone. Out of the millions of questions she could've asked, why that one?
"Okay, but promise me not to tell ANYONE."
"Okay? Look, is it really that big of a deal?"
"YES IT IS JUST PROMISE ME YOU WONT TELL ANYONE
"Humphrey POV
Okay here goes nothing, so I really have to tell her? We'll its to late now. Plus, it's Kate. I can trust her.
"Okay, ever since I was a little pup, I always liked to hold it in."
"What, your emotions?"
" No, it"
Then Humphrey pointed to his crotch
"Wait, you like to hold in your pee?"
*sigh* "Yea, and I got plenty of time to do it to do it too because of my parents... Anyway as I was saying when I was a little pup I liked to hold it in until nearly bursting."
"Wait, so we came all the way out here, just so you could say that? You could've just said that in the privacy of our den."
"But that's not all..."
"What do you mean?"
"Um, okay, I'd need you to do something for me."
"What?"
"You see that little lake over there?"
"Yea"
"I want us to go ober there, get a big drink, and see who can hold it the longest."
"What!?!?"
"I know, I know it sounds weird, but can you just please do it once, for me?"
*sigh*"I'll do it ONCE but you'll owe me BIG time"
"Okay, okay can we just get started?"
Narrator POV
So they went over to the lake, and got a really big drink of water. After that, they sat there and talked, Kate mentioned a couple times about how he got her to do this. But, after a while, they both kind of forgot about it. That was until they both felt a twitch come from their bladders.Humphrey POV
I felt not much, but a slight amount of pressure being applied to my bladder.
"Um hey Kate, can you do me one last thing?"
"Ugh, what now?"
"Tell me how much you have to go, for example I'm at let's say 1% right now.
*sigh* "fine, about a 1% as well"
Narrator POV
So they sat there another couple minutes and the pressure in their bladder became more and more noticeable.
Kate POV
I've been talking with Humphrey for a while now, my need to pee is getting more noticeable. I've been fidgeting for a while, and I think Humphrey is too.
"Kate, how much? I'm about a 15%"
"I'm at about 11%, do we really have to play this game, or can I just go behind a tree and pee?"
"Kaaaaate, stop trying to be a buzzkill, try having some fun"
"HOLDING MY PEE ISNT VERY MUCH FUN"
"Don't worry, you'll get hooked"
After another 20 minutes, they both realized the game was starting
"How are you Kate, at about 37%"
"I'm at about 64%"
What!?, no your not"
"YES I am I reeeeally have to peeee"
Humphrey POV
Kate's been jumping around for a while. But I'm not buying it
"Are you crossing your legs?"
"Oh, for got about that." *crosses legs* "oh, that's a lot easier.
*sigh*
*another 20 minutes passes by...*
Gruff I really have to pee, been crossing my legs, and squirming for a while. But Kate's situation is way worse then mine. I think I'm gonna taunt her.
"Hey Kate, what are you at, I'm at 50% percent"
"H-how?? I-I'm at like 75%"
"Ah, having a little trouble I see"
"SHUT UP!!"
"Ooh, rowr!"
Kate POV
"How did you talk me into this again?"
"Must've been my amazing charm"
"Oooh I have an idea >:)"
"W-what's that?"
"To even it out, you go get some- *crosses legs a little tighter* -ssome more water"
"What!?!?"
"Hey, your lucky I'm even doing this"
*sigh* "fine, never thought I'd hate water so much?"
Then Humphrey waddled his way over to the pond and got some more water.
*another 10 minutes later...*
Kate POV
"Oh my god, oh my god, I NEED TO PEE!!!"
"Grr, same h-here"
Were both on the ground with all of our paws over our crotch.
"Eek! I just leaked!! I think I'm gonna pee really soon"
"Hey Kate, running waterrrr"
"SHUT U-"
A small wimper came from Kate, she got up with one paw on her crotch, a small drop of urine escaped the floodgates
"I'm gonna lose, gonna lose, gonna lo-"
Then the floodgates opened. She sighed as the golden fluid escaped her swollen bladder, and rolled off the paw she'd been holding on there soo long. She panted and gave one last sigh as her bladder finished emptying its contents. She then laid down in her own filth.
"That felt good... You win Humphrey"
"Y-yay?"
"I thought you'd be more excited about winning"
"I'm excited, but I STILL HAVE TO PE-"
(Humphrey is now standing up with a paw on his crotch)
A drop of liquid escaped Humphreys bladder and Kate watched as it rolled of his paw and fell onto the ground. Kate quickly stood up.
"Oh, right, can you make it to a tree?"
"N-no, if I move I'll b-burst"
"Uh ok umm what to do..."
Then Kate watched as Humphrey emptied his bladder. The urine jetted from his bladder as Humphrey started panting and he slowly moved his paw away from his crotch. When he finished he also laid down in his own filth.
"Ahhh, that was fun, you want to go clean off in the lake?"
"Sure! And Humphrey?"
"Yea"
"Can we come out here and do this again sometime?"
"Seriously? Sure! As long as you don't tell anyone about this"
"Ok I won't."
Then they cleaned off in the lake and began walking home
Feel free to criticize this and plz give suggestions ( and expect squeals ;) |
Here's my latest story. It's an attempt by me to write a story similar to those by Rexone, for those of you who are familiar with his work. I tried to imitate everything from his characters and dialogue to his writing style. The hold time is fairly extreme, but for those of you (like me) who like that sort of thing, I hope it is a plus. I hope everyone enjoys it! And as always, ideas for future stories are more than welcome!
Some time ago I had a fascinating girlfriend named Ebony, not fascinating for her looks (though she was very attractive!), or for her personality (though she was smart, funny, everything I like in a girl), but fascinating for her habit – she would always try her hardest to pee as infrequently as possible. It didn’t matter if she was out in public or by herself in her apartment. When I saw her, Ebony would doubtlessly be putting her habit into effect (and putting her bladder into use) by holding her pee, even when she was obviously desperate to go. I didn’t understand her habit, but it didn’t affect our relationship. She had no problem with me peeing when we were out, in fact she seemed even a bit smug to be able to wait so much longer than I could. And as long as I didn’t have to hold it myself, I didn’t mind if she indulged herself, at least in the beginning. At first when I discovered her pee holding, I was dumbfounded. Then, after doing some googling, I suspected it was for fetish. But she denied this countless times, and I’m sure she was telling the truth. She got no physical pleasure from straining her bladder, but mentally she simply had to be in control of it. There was no real reason for this, she couldn’t think of one even when pressed, but nevertheless Ebony needed to be in total control of the building, burning liquid inside her, no matter how long she’d already contained it for. I couldn’t understand it, but eventually it frustrated me that she continued to hold on when relief was so easy to obtain. Finally I couldn’t hold my tongue anymore.
One day we decided to go to a big amusement park together. I picked Ebony up at 8 am sharp outside her apartment, and she looked so sexy! Another thing Ebony followed with fervor was to dress in as tight and restricting clothing as possible, because to her that was as sexy as it gets! So she’d opted for a very tight white t-shirt and skintight jeans…except neither were skintight, because she’d managed to fit them over a restricting black catsuit, one obviously much too small for her hourglass frame. I knew she’d be sweating the moment we got to the park, but this was normal for her, so I didn’t mention that. I did decide to needle her a bit about her feminine needs, however, asking, “My God, honey, you look fantastic! Better than ever! But…how will you take a pee when you need to go at the park? I don’t see a zipper on that catsuit, and anyway it’s much too much of a hassle to take it off to do such things.” Ebony gave me a frown as she told me in no uncertain terms, “Come on now baby. Why do you ask me these questions? Of course I will not need relief when we are out, or at all for that matter! That silly girl need is no need of mine! I let my flood free at midnight, if you must know, so today I will be totally comfortable.” I couldn’t help but scoff at this, “Ebony, I know you are good at controlling yourself, but even you said yourself that you needed a relief last night! I know you will need it again! Just stop this game and pee when you need to!” Now Ebony bristled at me, “Oh why don’t you shut up?! I’m enough of an adult not to need to pee if I don’t want to! So how bout this – not only will I not pee for as long as it takes to convince you I’m above such a trite and silly need, but if my head gets crazy in the heat and I ask you for a bathroom, which I won’t, by the way, because I can control such things, but even if I do, you should tell me no and to hold longer, and I will. I am the master of my bladder, even when it’s bursting, and I’ll prove it to you!” My eyes widened at this challenge, “Well darling I gladly accept, but just so you know, I may take a long time to convince.” But Ebony was resolute, “Then I will hold it a long long time!”
As we drove out to the amusement park, I couldn’t help but be happy with how our challenge would surely end up for poor Ebony. Finally I’d prove to her that she had a limit, would cure her of this silly habit, and perhaps she’d be convinced and give it up. All I had to do was make her pee herself, and considering how long Ebony was known to wait, that shouldn’t be much of a problem. We made small talk and spoke about couple’s things for a while, and by 11 am we reached the park. Back on good terms, I opened the car door for her and instantly saw the sweat begin to form on her face as the heat of the day hit her. The latex trap she was wearing would surely make her day as sweaty as could be. “Better drink a lot to make sure you’re not fainting.” I told her, pointing at the sun. “Oh I plan to, don’t worry.” She replied with a confident smile. Damn her confidence was sexy, even when it made her do things I didn’t like! I put my hand on her firm ass and we entered the park.
Within minutes Ebony complained of being hungry, so we went to a food stand and bought some lunch. Ebony hemmed and hawed over a drink size until she saw a special promotion on the corner of the display sign. “Monster Chugger – Unlimited Free Refills at any Park Location - $20” “I’ll have the Monster Chugger,” Ebony told the teen running the register. The boy scratched his head and said, “Are you sure? It’s a really bad deal. No one ever finishes it and gets to use the refills. Maybe try a Large instead.” Now Ebony got mad, “I said I want the Monster Chugger and that’s what I want! I’ll drink it all in hours! Don’t even put in ice. I want only my soda in there!” The teen backed off with fear in his eyes and relented. Of course, then Ebony looked at my lovingly, batting her eyes, because I had to actually pay the $20 for the drink. But I swallowed the pain in my wallet and did so, knowing the big drink would help my cause of filling her bladder. I began to get confident that she wouldn’t even make it through the afternoon if the drink was as large as it was claimed.
It wasn’t as big – it was bigger. The Monster Chugger was positively enormous. The plastic cup had to be 3 liters in volume, filled to the max with Ebony’s favorite soda. Ebony had to cradle it with two hands as we walked away, but she refused to let me help her out of pride. “Well you may indeed finish that soda,” I began, watching as Ebony beamed at me for taking her side, but I continued, “But only if you make a visit to the restrooms halfway through! There’s no way you can hold that much!” Ebony’s face darkened when she answered me, “You know what, I will hold it all! Sure, some of it will sweat out with these uncomfortable latex things on me, but I’ll just fill it again and keep drinking…….And keep WAITING, once it empties. Trust me, it will empty, but my bladder will stay full.” Once more I told her it wasn’t possible, but now Ebony was through talking. She just put the straw in her mouth and started sucking down soda.
We started going on rides and enjoying ourselves, even if Ebony was clearly dying of heat as the sun continued rising. By 1 in the afternoon she’d downed over half her ridiculous soda, and though I’d had just a normal soda, I was feeling the urge to relieve myself. I told Ebony this and she smirked, “Of course, the boy always has to pee first. Go ahead, then, find the bathrooms and let it out.” I managed to return her smirk, “Oh, the boy has to go first? When you say that, that means that the girl has to go at some point too, right?” I playfully patted her bladder area, which felt firm. Ebony didn’t like my response and answered, “Of course not! Just an expression dear. My bladder is still feeling fine, even with 13 hours since my last relief…and many more to come!” We reached the restrooms and she stood defiantly outside them while I hastily peed into the urinal of the men’s room. I exited and we continued riding rides.
The day wore on and by 3 pm I was met with a shock. Ebony presented me with her Monster Chugger cup…except it was now totally empty! She had done it. Wiping a bit from her lips, Ebony smiled and asked me sweetly to refill it for her. We found the nearest kiosk and the man behind the desk was more than happy to give us our new soda, but he also chided us, “I’ll bet it took both of you all day to down this, huh?” I was going to let it pass, but Ebony would have none of it, replying, “Actually sir, it was just me that drank it. Yup! I drank it all and haven’t even been to a toilet since!” The man was speechless, so we took the new soda and left, and Ebony began to work on it as well, despite her belly surely being filled already.
At 5 in the afternoon I noticed Ebony was trailing behind me. “Honey, what’s keeping you?” I asked. I turned and saw that she was clenching her thighs together briefly. It was clear that the soda was finally starting to affect even her mammoth bladder. I figured Ebony had to be at least 2 liters full in that region, and there was no way her bladder could hold much more! But she straightened up before I could say anything and flashed me another smile. “I am fine, baby! My latex is just becoming uncomfortable, so I had to adjust it. Surely that is ok?” “Of course baby,” I said, pretending to believe her lie. However, an hour later I wasn’t so sure if she was telling the truth or not. Despite walking all over the park, Ebony had made no comments about her bladder and had not stopped again or shown any signs of bursting. Ebony saw me staring and asked what the matter was. “I was going to ask you that!” I replied, “You have drank so much, I was expecting you to become fidgety, but it seems you really are immune to such needs!” My girlfriend’s face shone with pride as she told me, “Yes, see? I can control my needs as much as I want.” “I just hope you can keep controlling…the day is not over yet,” I muttered, but Ebony’s cheeriness would not be undone by my cynicism, “Oh no baby, I told you, that I don’t give in to such urges. I am fine and will continue to be fine.” We walked on.
By 7 pm I noticed that Ebony’s legs were becoming restless every so often, despite what I presumed were her best efforts to stop them. I said nothing, waiting for nature to take its course. But Ebony continued to be strong, even with 19 hours of pee residing in her. We got dinner at the park (after I had to pee once more), ate (and by the way, during dinner Ebony finished her Monster Chugger a second time! Still with no breaks!), and walked around, enjoying each other’s company and being in love. At 10 pm the park was closing, and besides a slight increase in her fidgety legs, Ebony’s desperation had not increased at all. I was amazed that she could resist the urges for so long having drank so much. And she was still able to make conversation with me after 22 hours of holding! What a woman! We went to my car and while my plan was to take Ebony home, instead she suggested, “Why don’t you get us a hotel room instead? It’s much too late to drive for so long.” I couldn’t help but agree to her whims, but in my mind I was thinking. Did Ebony want to get a hotel room close by so that she could pee quickly when we reached it, rather than wait the 3 hour ride back to her place? Or perhaps did she want to hold longer, because I knew that while she hated using her own toilet, she hated any other toilet much much more! I was going to find out, as we pulled into a hotel parking lot and got checked in, reaching our room by 10:30 at night.
Now my dark-skinned goddess shed her t-shirt and her jeans, standing in just her black latex catsuit for my viewing pleasure. And I saw that this was not an ordinary catsuit, but one with a corseted middle for even tighter restrictions! Ebony modeled for me for a few minutes, her legs shaking slightly, before she climbed onto the bed and we began to watch some late night TV. This continued until Ebony began to fidget with greater urgency, and at midnight she popped up from the bed and went into the bathroom. I was ready to hear the hiss of her pee in the bowl so that I could gloat about my victory, but none came to my ears. After 30 seconds I also left the bed to go check on her, and found my iron-bladdered girlfriend brushing her teeth with her legs crossed tightly and an expression of concentration on her face. Oh how she must have wanted to pee out her load, the inviting white bowl being right there in front of her! But she was not making a move towards it.
After she finished Ebony turned to me, still with legs crossed hard. “Dear, I have to ask you now, are you convinced yet that I can hold as long as I want, fighting off any pressure that might come to me?” I saw through her words and looked at her sweaty face. The girl was desperate after hiding her needs all this time! Surely her bladder would burst if it didn’t get relief this instant. I could only imagine how it felt, having so much liquid inside but having it pressed together by the unforgiving corseted catsuit! She had resisted valiantly for 24 hours with loads of drinks, but now her fate was in my hands, and if I let up now, she’d assume this meant a victory for her. I couldn’t have that. She needed to lose her cocky attitude with her bladder and give up the game of holding herself. So I did what I had to do, “Honey, I thought you said you could resist as long as you wanted to. It’s been just 24 hours! Are you really ready to give up yet?” I saw nerves in her eyes, but there was no wavering in her voice as Ebony responded, “Oh, no, it’s crazy of you to think that. Of course I can hold longer if you need more proof! Just with the toilet so close I had a moment of weakness, but it will not happen again! My bladder will have to keep expanding and keep shut.” Having said her piece, Ebony walked with halting steps out of the hotel room’s bathroom and lay back on the bed. She went under the covers and made no move to remove her sweaty latex wears. The fact that she wanted to stay tightly enclosed in them even after the hold she had endured impressed me to no end, and I decided I needed to be more impressed. So I grabbed her empty Monster Chugger cup, filled it from the bathroom tap, and gave it to her. Ebony’s eyes went wide, but then she smiled and chugged down a good liter of it before turning over, inviting me into the covers, and falling asleep against my shoulder. I shut my eyes, and soon sleep took me as well.
I awoke the next morning to the feeling of rustling in the covers. Rubbing my eyes, I discovered the reason for the noise was Ebony. She was awake, and evidently her bladder was giving her some problems, because she was moving her legs constantly under the covers. Ebony soon noticed my movement and exclaimed, “Oh, good! You’re awake, love! It’s 9 am, and as you can see I haven’t had any pee throughout the night!” I nodded, doing the math in my head. That meant 33 hours total since my girlfriend had felt any type of relief, and all the time she had been locked in that torturous latex catsuit. I looked at her and realized that she had announced that she was still dry to give me an opening to congratulate her and let her go and finally expel her hot load of piss. Her face was red and sweaty, and I could tell she was nearing her limits. Or at least, so I thought. So I replied to her, “Oh yes, baby, you’re doing great! Let’s see how today goes! Or do you need a relief now, with all the day still to come?” Ebony’s smile faltered for a second before she told me, “Oh, no, of course I can last longer. It’s just that this catsuit is starting to drive me crazy with its tightness. Also my morning pee urge is at its highest right now, as you can plainly see…” I nodded, “Yes, I can see that. It’s a good thing you can still easily hold off, huh?” I was goading her now, playing with her maniacal pride. “Erm…yes, of course baby. Easily…” Ebony said the last word with contempt, as if it was the thing causing her all this pain instead of the monstrous amount of pee she was attempting to contain. And not just attempting to contain, I had to remind myself, in awe of her abilities once more, but succeeding.
“So, what were you thinking of doing today?” my girlfriend asked me with gritted teeth, trying to take her mind off of her predicament. “Well,” I answered, “First I’m going to take a shower. Then we can go out, get some food….oh, there is a soccer match playing at the arena today, perhaps we can go to that!” “Terrific.” Ebony nodded flatly. I smiled at her, feigning obliviousness to her condition, then went and took my shower. Though normally I love showering with my buxom girlfriend, today I didn’t even give her the offer, because I wanted her to remain trapped in her latex prison and I wanted her to continue to sweat under the tight clothes. She should feel no relief of any kind until she is willing to admit defeat. And not just admit it, but actually be defeated by the pee pounding the walls of her aching bladder. I finished my shower, also making sure to pee while in there, imagining how much the sound of running water was making her squirm, then dried, dressed, and went out to see Ebony at the door with our things packed, dressed now in a tight red top and a belted micro skirt over her catsuit. She was bent over and holding herself, but when she noticed I was entering the room she made a big effort to stop herself and stand, remaining motionless except for a twitch in her leg and the scrunched up effort of her face. “Shall…shall we go, then?” she asked me, her eyes looking passed mine and towards the toilet in the bathroom. “Yes, let’s get moving.” I replied sadistically. And so we left the hotel and headed to our car. It was 10 am, and my girlfriend was willingly leaving the hotel room and her last best chance at bladder relief despite a bladder throbbing with 34 hours of intense piss need.
I drove us to a restaurant to get some breakfast, and Ebony choked down a couple glasses of orange juice with her meal, as I reminded her to stay hydrated while she wore such restricting clothing. “It is really no problem, you don’t have to remind me,” she tried to tell me, but I insisted it was for the best. We finished our meal, then realized we had time before the soccer match. I offered to take us to a nearby museum for some sightseeing, and Ebony was in no position to refuse such an offer. We reached the museum by noon and now I was once again shocked. I was sure that my strong-willed girlfriend was mere moments from wetting all over herself back at the hotel in the morning, but now here we were, back in public, and by some monumental effort Ebony was standing straight up, walking normally, and looking as if she didn’t have a care in the world, much less a ticking time bomb of a bladder that needed emptying in the worst way. I observed her for half an hour while pretending to look at artwork, then came up from behind her and put my arms around her abdomen, squeezing slightly as I did it. The effect was instantaneous. Ebony froze, her breath caught in her throat, and she nearly moved her legs across each other, but with sphincter strength alone she resisted any urges she had. The bladder I felt was more than rockhard, it was like feeling steel! My girlfriend was so powerful! “Do you not like my hugs darling?” I asked innocently. Her breathing was shallow, but her voice was firm as Ebony replied, “Oh no, honey, do what you want. Of course I am ok.” I couldn’t believe my ears, but I squeezed her tighter anyway. Besides a light groan Ebony fought off the increased pressure with no outward signs, an incredible feat for a girl holding over 36 hours! I let my hands leave her and began to roam the museum again, my head spinning. Perhaps she was telling the truth and really had no limit?!? I had to find out now.
We walked around the museum until 3 pm, and Ebony managed to keep up her façade of normalcy even as sweat poured off her face from her efforts. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but with a 39 hours full bladder Ebony was able to talk rationally about paintings while keeping her legs apart. I had made no mention of her incredible endurance, but as we finally began leaving for our soccer match, Ebony said, “See, I can behave normally even without toilets! Have I made my point?” I turned and regarded my girlfriend. Even though the latex catsuit was supposed to have no give at all with its tightness, her bladder had expanded so much that it was clearly bulging way outwards against the material, pushing her skirt waistband down nearly to crotch level. At this point I nearly gave in and admitted defeat, but before I could a stronger part of my brain reminded me of the task at hand, and I told her, “Oh darling, you are surely holding on well, but the soccer match is coming up and we can’t be late for it! I know it will be no problem for you to wait longer, right?” Annoyance showed on her pursed lips, but then Ebony said, “Yes of course I do not actually need relief before the match…..or after for that matter!” I smiled at her and we were on our way.
We reached the stadium by 5 pm, bought our tickets, and made our way through the crowd to our seats. Ebony elected to sit and hold them while I got us food, so off I went. Deliberately I got her the largest size drink and filled it to the top with iced tea. When I returned I spied my girlfriend sitting rigidly upright, both hands in her lap, looking anything but the calm, cool, and collected girl she normally was. I knew her 41 hour bladder must be wreaking havoc on her body by now. But she was making no move to get up and find the nearest women’s restroom. I stared at her for a good five minutes, then made my presence known and came next to her with the food and drinks. Ebony looked surprised to see me back so soon and quickly tried to make her appearance more normal. She leaned back into her seat, causing her bladder to bulge almost comically upward from her abdomen, and the new position caused her to grunt and intake breath sharply. Her legs began to shake a little as I handed her the large beverage, but Ebony did not try to move back to her previous, more comfortable positon. “You…you know, baby, perhaps I do not need such a large drink. I am not that thirsty, you see.” Ebony began, clearly trying to figure out how to fit even more liquid into her heavily distended bladder. “Nonsense,” I replied sternly, “You need to drink all you can. Perhaps you are just weak and need a toilet to give you more room for it.” Ebony opened her mouth, closed it, thought for a moment, and then told me, “Fine, of course I am not a weak kid who needs to stop what they are doing or drink less because of my silly bladder. It’s crazy for you to even suggest it!” Without further complaint she began to drink down the iced tea, though I could see it plainly in her eyes that the new liquid was bothering her.
We sat and made chit chat, though Ebony was now shifting around in her seat every so often, and finally the match started at 7 pm. Ebony really did love soccer, so she was able to somewhat take her mind off of her pressing urges to watch it with me, but at all times one hand remained firmly against her upper thighs. It was obvious that she was clenching her sphincter rhythmically every few minutes to keep control, and I knew that eventually even her iron sphincter muscle would tire. Then the flood would be set free and I would be the winner of this challenge. Halftime came and I noticed that Ebony’s drink was nearly empty, so I made a show of going to refill it for her, despite her efforts to tell me she did not need more. I returned just before the second half with the new drink, and Ebony managed a small and obviously fake smile at this. But she continued to drink and watch the soccer match, her feet slowly becoming intertwined until her legs were crossed firmly with 15 minutes of action left. Finally the match was over at 9 pm. I got up but Ebony did not follow. “Are you coming?” I asked as she sat, quivering in the chair. “Yes, of course, just give me a minute to…get more comfortable first.” She replied, trying to muster enough self-control to stand. I would have none of it. “Come on now, you’re a grown woman, let’s go.” I pulled her arm and forced her into a standing position, and instantly she let out a squeal and bent double, clutching between her legs. This was it! The moment I had been waiting for, surely her flood was about to be let loose! But then…nothing. Ebony huddled like that for maybe 10 seconds, teetering right on the edge, but then she regained her control enough to stand straightly and begin walking with me to the exit. I was in awe. As we walked through the stadium I noticed that Ebony was craning her neck and looking around a good bit. “Honey are you searching for a restroom? Come on they are of course all closed by now. Let’s just go back to our hotel room.” I suggested. “No…no…why would I be looking for that? I am a…a…grown woman after all. I do not need a bathroom.” Ebony replied, but her voice lacked conviction and her eyes continued to search. She was so desperate that she did not even realize I had told her we were going back to the hotel, where she would not want to pee, rather than to her apartment.
We reached the hotel by 10 pm, and Ebony stumbled in, clutching at her bulging belly, now 46 hours full of pent up pee. She shed out of her skirt and top, remaining in just the latex catsuit and the damning corset attachment. The latex was now so tight across her abdomen that it looked as if it couldn’t move another millimeter. But my, what a bulge! It was fantastic now, as though Ebony was containing a bowling ball in her catsuit, rather than just a bowling ball-sized bladder. I shut the door to our room and while there was now nothing to do but get ready for bed, Ebony couldn’t help but keep walking and pacing to and fro. Her desperation seemed to be peaking with relief now so close at hand, and she was muttering to herself as she paced, hands clenched into fists at her sides, 46 hours of boiling pee begging to be set free. I spent another hour using the toilet, brushing my teeth, taking a shower, etc while she paced, growing more and more frantic by the minute. At 11 pm, finally Ebony came into the bathroom with me and said, “Please, baby, help me get out of this latex catsuit. It is too tight on me and I need to…I need….” I knew she wanted to tell me that she needed to pee, but still her ridiculous pride would not let her, even as she stood here bursting, mere moments from wetting all over her expensive catsuit. “Don’t be silly darling,” I told her, “I want you to stay sexy while you sleep next to me, so your catsuit should stay on at all times. I don’t think this should be a problem for you, especially since you can control yourself so well.” Ebony couldn’t believe I would still refuse her, but she was so desperate that she simply accepted this instead of arguing.
As I came to bed my beautiful girlfriend was a hot sweaty mess, gyrating on the bed covers to maintain her scant control of her enormous bladder. I turned out the light and pretended to go to sleep, instead keeping one eye open so I could watch my prideful girlfriend fight her losing battle with her desperate, quivering bladder. Ebony stayed where she was for the first hour or so of the night, shaking with need. Then she moved to the foot of the bed and began bouncing on it with her legs clenched together and her hands wedged against her crotch. Around 2 am Ebony began pacing once more, but now it was even more frantic, as she was nearly running from one side of the room to the other and double crossing her legs at each end. Her bladder was refusing to calm down, instead amping up the pressure against her awesome sphincter in a bid to rid itself of the hurting piss inside it. I was by now incredibly tired, but also so turned on watching her display that I had no problem staying awake. At 4 am Ebony briefly seemed to go crazy with her need, ripping at her latex catsuit with her bare hands and trying in vain to loosen the sadistically tight corset. Nothing worked, as it was clear she’d need my help to escape her predicament. After that incident, I noted that Ebony was glancing more and more frequently at my “sleeping” form while she pee danced. It took me a moment, but I realized that she was now at her wit’s end. The only way out of this torture was to swallow her pride and ask me to undo the corset, remove the catsuit from her, and let her have access to the toilet. For nearly an hour she fought against her pride to ask me. Many times she would nearly open her mouth to shout to me, then close it and slam her fist into her leg in dismay before going back to fighting the waves of bladder urgency. I was more than impressed with her fighting spirit, but finally her willpower could take no more.
At 5 am she dove into the bed and shook me awake. “Baby! Baby! Please, help me out of this latex trap! I can’t do it anymore! I need to pee!” The words were magic to my ears. I told her to turn around, and she did, legs jiggling madly. Her ass wobbled in such alluring fashion as her legs did their dance of desperation, and I made myself snap out of my trance before feigning undoing her corset. After ten seconds of faking it, I stopped and said to her, a gleam in my eye, “But darling, I seem to remember you telling me something. What was it?.....Oh yes, it was that if you asked me for a bathroom, I was to tell you no and to tell you that you should hold it longer.” Ebony snapped around, her eyes wide with fear, “Baby! You cannot be serious! Clearly I was just saying things, you should know that! I really need to pee now! It will come out on its own!” But I shook my head, “No love, I think you can keep waiting. After all it’s only been 53 hours. I know you can do better than that, being such a grown up adult woman.” Ebony looked at me like I was crazy. Her enormous bladder was filled to its bursting point, busting at the seams, and I was refusing her access to the toilet after more than 53 hours without it! I waited for the flood to start in earnest, but then Ebony shoved her hands into her crotch and yelled at me, “Fine! Damn you! Fine! I will try to wait!”
From that moment onwards Ebony’s pee dancing increased tenfold. What I thought had been desperation was nothing compared to the show she began putting on now. She was going insane with her need to pee, her bladder bulging out to ridiculous degrees and me asking her to keep it that way. It was more than anyone could stand, but as the morning went on, she somehow continued to stand it and keep dry. Finally, at 10 am, I readied our things and told her that we would be leaving the room for our day. “What?!?” she screamed at me, “You want me to go out like this?! Are you crazy!?” Her legs were double crossed and she seemed to be trying to triple cross them, and her bladder was jutting out even an inch or two further than it had been. But she was in no position to argue, and so we left the hotel room, her cursing me every step of the way.
Once in the car, Ebony had to rifle her legs up and down to stay in charge of her 58 hours bladder. “Where are we going??” she nearly spat at me. “Now honey,” I began, “That’s not a very nice way to ask…” “Fuck you! Just tell me already! I’m dying to have a pee and I don’t care if it’s rude! You keeping me from the bathroom after nearly 60 hours is rude!” She returned fire, and I couldn’t help but agree with her logic, so I told her, “We are going on an all day cruise down at the waterfront. I thought you’d like to see the water today.” Just the thought of water doubled the intensity of Ebony’s bladder spasms, and I actually feared my car seat would become wet as I drove us to the ship. But Ebony’s iron control still would not be broken, and by noon we reached the place, her holding her bladder in control now for 60 hours.
We boarded the ship after paying for tickets and smiled at all the crew, some of whom wanted to help my girlfriend, who by now couldn’t help but walk funny in public. I knew she was near her limits, but I refused her the help, explaining that she was just tired. As soon as we passed them and were on our own, Ebony bent cross-legged and hissed, “Dammit, please find me a bathroom on this bloody ship! I will lose it all!” Again I calmly reminded her of the promise she made to keep holding even after she begged for a toilet, and she cried out in rage and despair before going back to trying to rip the latex bodysuit right off of her sweating form. The bladder bulge on her was insane and she could barely stand up straight from the size and weight of it, so I knew these were desperate times. But I made sure to offer no assistance and wait for her to tire herself out with the unforgiving latex. Eventually she gave up her fight with the material when more shipgoers entered our view. “I am at my limits! Damn you, I will lose all control!” Ebony told me as we continued to stroll along the top deck of the ship.
The ship left port at 1 pm and Ebony had to clutch her abdomen as new urges ripped through her due to the movement. Her bladder was swelled absolutely massively. I suggested we stand next to another couple by the railing and watch the water. Ebony protested, but I dragged her along and she was more than preoccupied with keeping her awesome flood contained. At the sight of the water Ebony tried to maintain what little composure she still possessed, but rocking legs soon turned to crossed legs, which became one hand near her crotch, and then, despite being in full view of the other couple, Ebony sat down against the railing and drove both hands deep into the crotch of her latex catsuit, trying not to wail from the pressure. I thought for sure she would lose control now, but still nothing. Her sphincter was passing limits previously untouched. After five minutes of her laying there while the other couple looked on in shock, Ebony managed to reach her feet and we slowly walked away, into the dining cabin of the ship.
We got our food for lunch and I made Ebony drink two glasses of water despite her embattled protests. “Don’t you understand?! I am full! Totally full! This has nowhere to go!” She yelled at me, but I quieted her down and made her finish it. She kept complaining throughout the meal and when we were done, it was 2 pm and I was tired of it. “Ok, come on now, if it really hurts that much, then take a pee right here, right in your latex wears!” At the mention of relief, Ebony bent double to keep her sphincter tightly locked down. “No…I pee only in the toilet, and only when I must.” She finally replied to me, still bent double and clutching her watermelon of a bladder. “Then I’m sorry baby, but your pride is the only thing keeping you from an empty bladder now. You can go if it’s not in a toilet.” This seemed to drive Ebony’s bladder spasms into overdrive, but as she sunk to the floor once more she was breathing in and out rapidly, “No, I will control….I will control…No, I will control…only a toilet…” After 62 hours and still no pee, we left the dining cabin and went to our own personal cabin below the deck. Ebony was tired so I allowed her to rest, and after getting no sleep the night previous she lay down and was instantly out, even with her beach ball bladder jutting precariously out of her, threatening to flood the room in dark yellow piss. I then also realized how tired I was from staying up all night to watch her desperation show, and even the sight of her mammoth bladder couldn’t keep me awake. I lay down next to her and we slept soundly.
We awoke to the tooting of the ship’s horn. “Oh my! How long did we sleep?! We must have returned to port for the night! Come on, we must leave quickly.” I said, rising and reaching the door in seconds. I checked my watch and saw it was now 8 pm. Ebony did not follow. “Give me some time, baby, my bladder is cramping so badly now!” The girl was laying on her back to give her bladder maximum room against its latex prison, but it was clear it was still being squashed to a great degree. “No time! If we stay down here the ship will leave again and we will be trapped on it until the next time it makes port! It could be days more away!” Now I knew for a fact that this ship was not leaving again until the next morning, because I had read the ship’s schedule posted in the dining hall while Ebony was fighting her desperation, but my girlfriend knew no better than to trust me, and the threat of spending more untold hours with no chance of relief was too much for her to bear. As fast as she could manage, Ebony rose from the cot, put both hands under her bulging abdomen to steady her bladder, and followed me with hobbling steps.
We were the last passengers off the boat and went to our car. Ebony had lasted through part of the day with her nap, but I knew now how to beat her bladder once and for all. The constant suggestions of relief had driven her closer and closer to the edge, so now I threw down the ultimate gauntlet. “Baby, I am tired after these days together. What say we go to your apartment and rest?” How could she possibly resist her own personal toilet bowl?? Ebony was ecstatic to hear this from me, as I knew she would be, and though she was still unbelievably desperate and in pain from her throbbing bladder, adrenaline had to be pumping through her veins at the thought of finally reaching her home, and maybe reaching it dryly! We set off and made it after a two hour journey. 70 hours Ebony had resisted her feminine urges for relief, despite all manner of hell endured from her bladder. It was strained to the max, and even getting in the door proved no easy task with such a large load of pee being contained.
We entered her apartment and Ebony was now frantic. She was so close to relief, but lasting the day after thinking she would lose it the whole time had given her even more pride. With quivering legs my girlfriend avoided the toilet and set about making us some tea. Her resolve was unmatched, but I could see her tight bum clenching every second in its latex trap and her bladder was also quivering even more than her legs! It was clear that she was at her critical max capacity. She sat with me and had to lean all the way back to even give her bladder room, because even the slightest extra pressure at this stage would end the hold. Ebony babbled on from time to time, trying to make small talk while every single fiber of her body was telling her to stop this silly game and pee! Her toilet was in the next room! Just pee! But Ebony managed for a whole hour to talk with me about this and that while sipping her tea.
At 11 pm, with 71 hours since her latest loo visit, the tea hit Ebony’s bladder with awful consequences. Her bladder, already cramping every couple of seconds for the whole day, now revamped its efforts to expel the massive load of piss, cramping with unwavering urgency every second! Ebony groaned at the pain, tried to fight it off longer, but with tears in her eyes her conversation with me slowly ground to a halt, until she was focused on nothing but maintaining control over the liters of pee inside her. She struggled, eyeing the door to the bathroom but trying not to give in, a sweaty mess at the end of her capabilities. Ebony got up, walked with halting steps to the door, stopped at the doorway, turned, groaned again, and returned to sit by me, still unrelieved. It was clear she could keep this up no longer, but that resolve was incredible! What a woman, after all she had endured!
Then she asked me quietly after another minute of pure, unrelenting desperation, “Baby, may I please go and use that toilet? I need it, I assure you I do.” I saw that she was on her last powers now, and after watching her suffer for so long I finally relented and said, “Yes baby, you may go.” Ebony nearly squealed with joy and raced into the bathroom, but I heard no peeing sounds. After a minute she called for me to enter, and I did. There she was, a total sweaty mess, still clad in that damn latex catsuit, looking at the bowl ravenously but unable to use it even now! “Honey, please, I need help with my catsuit! Get the latex off for me!” she moaned in despair, yanking in vain at the seemingly indestructible suit. But to her dismay, I refused her request. This was my last gambit in this game. I told her, “Baby, you are a grown woman and you wore that catsuit knowing the consequences. Surely you don’t need anyone’s help with it, especially a man’s. I said you can pee in the toilet, but you have to take off the latex catsuit yourself.” Ebony howled and began trying to tear the suit once more. It was now way too tight to take off any other way thanks to the all-encompassing size of her bladder. Her sphincter of steel was clenching over and over to keep the flood in, but now it was too weak to maintain such control. Ebony could feel herself losing her load, finally, and redoubled her manic efforts on the catsuit, but it was no use. With a mighty cry she managed to make a tear in the neckline of the latex, something I thought was totally impossible, but by putting so much energy into the task, there was not enough energy left in her body after over 71 hours to continue the fight with her enormous bladder.
Ebony did not scream out as I expected to when her piss finally burst from her. She sat on the toilet seat, still in the cruel latex, and sighed. I could hear the incredible hissing sound through her catsuit, and I can tell you the pee pressure was unreal! How she had managed so long I will not know. After a minute the patter had no signs of slowing down, but now her catsuit was filling up! She motioned to me and now I graciously took the tear that she had started at the top of the suit and ripped it all down through her front. The latex had been stretched so thin on her that it was easier than I expected after the first tear was made. Piss gushed out of the suit and onto the floor, and more followed from her now exposed pussy, flowing out of her like a river. Ebony was beside herself in pleasure, so happy to be free from her torments. I found myself getting very horny at the sight of her in such ecstasy and sat on top of her, making out with her while she continued to pee unabated. The flow was so constant that I don’t even know when it stopped, surely many more minutes had passed, because I just got used to the sound always being there while I kissed my exhausted, sweating girlfriend.
Eventually we got up, and I went and got a mop to clean up the bathroom. I chided Ebony good-naturedly about the mess she’d made, and she replied, “Well, yes, I made a mess, but it was three days I’d gone without any pee! Surely you can understand it!” I paused, almost deciding to let the comment go, but then I spoke up, “But honey, it wasn’t 3 full days you made without a pee break. You lasted 71 hours and some minutes. 3 days is still beyond your reach.” My prideful girlfriend couldn’t leave it alone, and she bristled, “Alright, fine, so I didn’t make 3 days this time, but I will! I will only go once every three days at all times if it makes you shut up about it!” My prideful girlfriend was back, and I finally realized that I didn’t really mind her holding habit. |
Notes: I wanted to post this on Halloween, but the revisions weren't done. I posted an earlier draft on Nyou Fiction last year. It started out as a scene from a comic book I wanted to make. If I could only find an artist willing to draw the scenes I dream up...A piercing scream jarred Denise awake. She shot upright and saw Kimmy holding a flashlight. It illuminated much of the interior of the dome-shaped tent, and enough light was bouncing off the fabric for Denise's bleary eyes to see that her friend was quite calm."Was that you?" she asked as she brushed her unkempt brown hair out of her eyes."Yeah," Kimmy replied. "I didn't know if anything was gonna wake you up.""Why'd you scream?""'Cause I didn't know if anything was gonna wake you up."The sleepy-eyed girl produced a muffled groan. Her camping partner had found a new way of annoying her. She probably thought this was funny, but Denise had had her fill of funny stunts the first day of the trip. And it was still the first day now, unless midnight had come already."Now that we've got that cleared up, why did you wake me up?" Denise asked with a touch of venom in her voice. Without even trying, she was glaring at the other girl like an austere teacher. Her eyelids and her well-defined dark brown eyebrows were closing in on her green eyes.Kimmy's countenance was the exact opposite. As usual, her eyes and lips made it look like she was on the verge of breaking out laughing, and something about her freckle-splattered face and fluffy puffs of ginger hair made her look mirthful even when she tried to be serious."I have to go out," she explained."I take it you're enforcing the buddy system," Denise replied wryly."They wouldn't've beat it into our heads at Camp Keomah if it weren't a good policy," Kimmy said with a smile. Denise recalled the distant summer to which she was referring, and mused on the fact that only one of them had grown up since then."You're a big girl, Kimberley. You can leave the tent to go potty by yourself.""I'm scared!" the redhead squeaked. "There are coyotes all around. I've been listening to their conversations for a while, and it sounds like they have plans.""Well, I had plans for sleep, and I'm not changing them." With that, the slim brunette laid down and closed her eyes."So you won't come with me?""No. Not until I need to go out myself.""That's fine," Kimmy pouted. The flashlight beam bounced around as she rummaged through her bags. Liquid sounds followed. "I'll just pour and sip water from this canteen while I read this science book I brought. Ah, yes, 'Chapter 8: The Urinary System.'"Before long, they were both outside the tent enduring the feeling of obviously full bladders."Did you really need to put all your clothes on?" asked Denise, who was only wearing boots, socks, and glasses."Yeah," Kimmy answered with a tone of voice that said, "Well, duh!" She was wearing bluejeans, a belt, and a red flannel shirt with a bra underneath. Even her hair looked like she was ready to pose for a photo. "In case somebody sees me," she explained."Nobody's gonna see you," Denise remarked in a motherly tone. Her general feeling of irritation had just been distracted by the odd fact that Kimmy's bust bounced more in a bra and shirt than hers did while she walked around nude.Kimmy was heading for the latrine pit they had dug that afternoon. They were both quite self-conscious about bathroom subjects, so it was in a tucked-away spot where an especially dense thicket of the forest came to an end. The car was parked in front of it, making it even harder to see what went on there. Right now the spot was illuminated by the bright circle of Kimmy's flashlight, which jiggled as she walked. It was the only way to find the latrine on this Moonless night far away from city lights. She beckoned to her friend.Denise couldn't put it off any longer. The time had some to tell Kimmy about her problem."I can't go next to you," she explained succinctly. There was a nervous feeling in her chest as she feared her friend would call her weird, as others had. "I'll find a place nearby," she added awkwardly."But I can't go without you!" Kimmy complained. "It's too scary!""It's not my choice. Understand?""You can go to the bathroom next to me. I don't mind. I'm already seeing you naked, for crying out loud.""No, I can't.""I'm your friend. You can be totally comfortable. I won't say a word about your business, no matter what it sounds or smells like. I promise.""That's not the problem. I don't even have to go that way.""Great, then come over here and go with me. I don't wanna squat alone in the dark in this scary place.""I can't go if I can see or hear anybody nearby. The equipment just seizes up. There's nothing I can do about it.""Ohhh..." Kimmy's childish vocalization trailed off as she thought the situation over. "We seem to be at an impiss. Get it? Like 'impasse'? Isn't that funny?""If I were more awake I'd probably smack you," Denise replied in a deadpan."What are..." Kimmy began before being interrupted by a cold breeze. "Ooh! Doesn't this wind just make your body shrink around your bladder?" She crossed her arms and legs, making her jeans tighten around her curvaceous thighs and buttocks.Denise tried to discuss this logically. "You'll be just as safe without me. If there's a wolf or a machete guy, I'm not going to be much help.""Yeah you are. You'll watch my back. You'll ward off sneak attacks and peeping.""Watch your back?!? Look, this isn't a James Cameron movie. We're camping in a safe, remote site where nobody could possibly see us, let alone attack us. You need to relax.""I just thought of something," Kimmy said in a hushed voice."Let me guess, it made you more scared.""Yeah! I saw this thing on Facebook that said there have been three unexplained disappearances in this town in just one month. Or maybe it was one year? Six months? I don't remember.""I saw a thing on Facebook that said a man in Arizona keeps his embalmed wife in a glass coffee table.""Is that real?!?""Of course not! That's my point! Besides, we're not in the city, so we should be safe from disappearing.""But this girl texted her friend to tell her she'd found something and she should come take a look. She didn't say what it was. Her last text said, 'I see sparkles.' Her phone was found in a bed of gravel at a construction site, and she was never seen or heard from again.""According to a half-remembered post on Facebook?""Quit doubting stuff! My fears are valid! And I'm afraid of what'll happen if we split up.""I'll stay in the area. You open the car door so I can find you easily. If there's an emergency, call for me. If not, be completely quiet. And please don't come looking for me. I don't want to be found until I'm done with what I have to do.""With the car light on anybody can see me.""Nobody can see you. Nobody's out here.""Okay, I'm okay with us splitting up, so long as we're not too far apart and you keep your flashlight on in case I need to find you. I'll set mine down so it shines on the bushes here. I don't want my fat butt in the spotlight for everybody to see.""Two corrections: 1. Your derrière is magnificent, and you should stop complaining about the plumpness of it and your other body parts. 2. No one is here to see you, no matter how well-lit you are.""Whose 'derrière' gets the toilet paper? We only have the one roll.""You can have it. I'll use leaves.""Just don't use poison Ivy," Kimmy said with a laugh."Gee, that's such a clever and original joke. Certainly no one has ever said anything like that in all my years of camping.""I wonder if you've already got a hideous, agonizing poison ivy rash down in your private folds. It'd explain your mood." She laughed. Denise wasn't amused.The two micturient girls went their separate ways, but didn't get far."What's that!?!" Kimmy gasped suddenly, stopping Denise in her tracks."What is it?""Quiet!" Kimmy paused breathlessly, clearly listening for something. "It stopped," she finally said. "I heard rustling.""Well, I don't hear anything.""Neither do I. But I did." Kimmy stayed frozen in place."Are you gonna stand there all night?""I guess there's nothing I can do," she said, and resumed walking to the latrine. Denise shined her flashlight into the trees, looking for a secluded spot where she could relieve herself in peace."There it is again!" Kimmy said in a whisper that veered off into a high-pitched yelp before the sentence was through. "It's a rustling sound. Something in the woods is closing in on us." This time the terrified girl shined her flashlight around nervously instead of being a statue."I might've heard something too," pondered Denise, "but it wasn't very distinct." She was getting worried. "It would've been in your direction.""Oh!" Kimmy exclaimed. "It was the granola bar wrappers rustling. I forgot they were still in my pocket."Ow!" Denise cried out."What is it!?!" asked her friend, who was back in panic mode."My flashlight. I forgot it was in my hand when I smacked my face in exasperation."A few minutes later, Denise was trying to turn a halting trickle into a flowing stream. Her tailbone was resting against a moss-free patch of a log. Her body was mostly blocked by the wider part of the fallen tree as well as the bushes and saplings nearby. Her flashlight was resting face down on a rough piece of bug-eaten bark. It looked like it should be visible from a good distance, but it didn't cast enough light for anyone to see what the girl was doing. Unlike Kimmy, Denise didn't fear that strangers would see her relieving herself. She was, however, afraid her friend would see her. Her bladder had only shed itself of a few milliliters so far, but she was doing better than she'd expected. Just getting away from Kimmy had allowed her to relax her body and mind a great deal.The strange thing was, a mere 24 hours ago, Denise would have said Kimmy was her favorite person to be with. After all, the irreverent and exuberant redhead had helped her to laugh and forget her stress for years. But they had only become close friends recently. Denise had mainly interacted with her in large groups, usually at their high school and the other schools before it. She was a welcome reprieve from the seriousness of school. But now they were done with school for good. There was no serious counterpoint to her clowning and quirkiness, and no other person to serve as a buffer. Being in constant contact with someone who was always playful, bubbly, and silly was too much for Denise's nerves. It was certainly a different experience from the quiet, peaceful camping trips she was used to taking with family.But Denise didn't need to think about that at this moment. She tried to put her camping partner out of her mind, and pretend she was completely alone in the wilderness where there were no rules of propriety. She was just getting to the point where she was letting her urine flow instead of forcing it out when she was startled by a rustling sound rapidly closing in on her from behind. She quickly grabbed her flashlight and shone it on the approaching noise. It illuminated a pair of hazel eyes surrounded by freckles. Kimmy squeaked and shielded her eyes."Denise!" she spat in a sibilant whisper. Then she looked around nervously before jumping over the giant log. She squeaked again when a stick scratched her. "Get down! Something coming!"Denise got down on her knees to hide next to Kimmy."What is com...?""Something's coming after us! Don't make a sound.""I saw a light and it was getting brighter. I think it's coming closer.""What kind of light?" Denise was still skeptical, but no longer completely dismissive."It looks like a bike but it might be a space ship or a ghost or that weird kinda lightning that's shaped like a ball...whatever it's called.""Calm down. I'll take a look.""Be careful! It could be dangerous!""I'm more worried about the bruises I'm gonna get from you grabbing me like that," she whispered as she cautiously crept from their hiding place place to investigate. She returned moments later, walking casually."It's the radio tower," she said."What?!?" Kimmy responded, turning her flashlight back on so she could see her friend. What she saw was a slender, pale-skinned woman with her feet planted in the ground, her hands on her hips, and her torso and head askew. It was exactly the pose a mother would assume when telling her daughter to clean her room. The fact that she was completely naked except for glasses and footwear undermined the seriousness, however."The radio tower next to the Y. It has a blinking light on it. That's what you saw.""Are you sure?" Kimmy asked incredulously. "I thought it was getting closer.""That was an optical illusion.""That's a relief," Kimmy said, still shining her flashlight on Denise. "Hey, I didn't know you had your appendix out.""Point that thing somewhere else. Now, are you gonna leave this log, or should I find another one?""Now I'm really too scared to go alone. Those close calls were too much for me.""'Close calls'? You got scared over nothing. Twice.""Only because it's so scary." Kimmy was getting really worked up now. "Oh, Denise, we shouldn't be out here. Not now. This trip was a mistake.""Why not now?" asked Denise, impassive as ever."Because there's evil in the air," the girl said with the intonation of an actress in a horror movie. Her eyes seemed to light up with fearful passion. Held her hands out theatrically. "I can feel it.""And what exactly does evil feel like? Cold? Electricity? Your foot falling asleep.""Something's wrong," she said in pouty protest, ruining whatever air of graveness she might have had. "That's all I feel. It's been at the back of my mind for a while now. Even before school got out.""Kimmy, come on. Nothing evil is in the air around us. All that's happening is we're out in the country on a dark night and you're remembering all the movies you've seen where bad stuff happens to people in places like this on nights like this.""We'll go back to the pit, where it's safe.""It's safe here. It's safe everywhere.""But I'm scared!""You shouldn't be.""You shouldn't be scared to go next to somebody else," Kimmy chided. "If you try to overcome your unrealistic fear, I'll start working on mine. Now we'll sit at the pit together, and afterwards I won't ask you to keep me company again when I'm scared over nothing.Denise stood there silently for a moment. "Sounds good," she finally replied.A pair of flashlights wandered through the grass until they zeroed in on the large pit the campers had prepared for nature's call. They both found secure footing around the edge, careful not to trip on the mounds of excavated topsoil, and prepared to hose down the exposed earth. The pieces of Kimmy's belt buckle rang out as they hit each other. Then came the sound of the zipper, then denim rubbing against flesh. She bent her knees a little once her jeans and panties were out of the line of fire. Denise had nothing to remove. She just spread her legs, crouched down, and tried to get her water flowing. She felt a warm trickle on one of her ankles. Unfortunately, it had come from Kimmy. As if to show off, the other young woman was already making water and getting it on her paruretic friend."Do you need a seeing eye dog or something?" Denise growled."Oh, did that hit you?""Of course it hit me. You're quite impressive, really. I thought only boys were able to shoot that wide of the mark.""I'll be careful," Kimmy said, as she squatted closer to the ground. She shined her light on her friend to know where not to aim her stream."You're not in position," she said with a frown.Denise looked herself over for a moment, examining her squatting stance. "I've been using this position all my life. Do you know a better one?""We have to be exactly back to back so we'll know if anybody's coming from any direction, and we can escape before it's too late.""Nobody's going to sneak up on us because there's nobody here but us.""Here, I'll help you."Denise stood up, waiting to be forcefully repositioned by a woman with no sense of personal space. Instead, she felt arms close around her. Kimmy was hugging her.Denise was annoyed, but mainly confused. "Why?""Because you're my friend, and I love you, and I want you to be able to go without difficulty. This is so you know I'm your friend and you can go right next to me without being uncomfortable."Denise hugged back. She was touched by Kimmy's sentiment, however stupid or maladroit."I don't know what it's like having a shy bladder," Kimmy continued. "I mean, you know me, I barely know the meaning of the word 'shy.' But it seems like it would be very unpleasant. I'd like to do whatever I can to help you have a pleasant piss.""Thanks. I think this is helping. Maybe it's not, but I'm glad you care and you don't think I'm weird for not being able to go on demand. That means a lot to me."Kimmy kept her arm around Denise and led her to her "lookout point." Then she playfully put her hands around the other girl's waist and pushed her downward into a squatting stance."Is this the right position?" Denise asked with a smile."A-plus posture," Kimmy answered. Then she moved to the opposite end of the latrine and assumed a mirror position. She didn't judge the distance well, and the two bodies collided at the center of the pit."Rump bump!" Kimmy said, and they both giggled."You're warm," Denise remarked."That's 'cause you're so cold.""If I knew I'd be outside for this long I probably would've gotten dressed.""You may be shy-bladdered, but you're pretty bold with your body. 'Course I'd be too if I had your figure.""My figure? You're the one with the double-D breasts and matching buttocks.""Yeah, and a whole lot of blubber in between," Kimmy added in her usual self-insulting way. "Your flashlight's on the ground," she observed."I know. I put it there.""You're not keeping lookout.""This is the last time I'm going to say this. Nobody is going to see you or me. We're completely alone. We could do anything out here and no one would ever know. Now please take care of your business quietly, and I'll try my best to take care of mine. The next sound I hear from you had better not be from your mouth."Kimmy turned off her own flashlight, and turned on her stream a couple seconds later. It poured into the pit like water from a watering can onto freshly-packed garden soil. Denise thought about how pleasant it must be to be able to open up one's urethra so easily. But she was grateful for the darkness, because it helped her relax. But what helped more was the feeling that Kimmy was someone she didn't have to get away from. Soon, the sound of her own relief joined Kimmy's. Denise's posture and build made her stream point a little forward, and it sprayed the weeds at the edge of the pit.The realization that she was voiding her bladder right next to another human being made her stop out of surprise. It was such a surreal thought for someone who couldn't even make her urine flow in a public restroom if anyone else was inside. She might as well be naked in class. Fortunately, her urinary system didn't freeze up completely. That was because the feeling of weirdness didn't make her cringe, but made her smile with the understanding that she was doing something new.After a few moments, the splattering on her side of the pit resumed. She was even able to amp up her output, making a thick and forceful river through the air to soak the grass between her bent knees. This was the kind of satisfying torrent she could only put forth when there wasn't another soul for miles, but tonight she was doing it while her friend was so close their naked bottoms were almost touching.Still, she was afraid she would lose her concentration if Kimmy tried to converse with her, and so she shuddered inwardly when the excitable girl mumbled something about sparkles."I think we dug up something weird," Kimmy then said in a louder voice clearly directed at Denise. "Look at...""Ignore it," Denise said. "It's nothing." This interruption to the peace and quiet wasn't enough to interrupt her excretion, amazingly.Kimmy's stream abruptly stopped while at full power. Denise barely noticed. She was too busy enjoying the moment. It wasn't until her bladder felt delightfully empty and her hands were feeling around for the paper that she was struck by the absolute silence of her companion."I'm sorry I snapped at you," Denise said. There was no response. "Kimmy?"She could just barely see the outline of the girl's body in the darkness. Something was wrong."Kimmy?" she said again, her voice more worried, as she reached over. She didn't feel a person."Kimmy?!?" Unsure of her sensation, she put both hands on the young woman's body and tried to shake her out of whatever she'd slipped into. The figure didn't budge. Her fingers felt something hard. It was smooth, but not like skin, and certainly not clothing. It was more like glass. Warm, like a window in the sunlight on a summer day, but totally lifeless.Denise reached for her flashlight, but it was stuck. So was her hand.Inside the museum, the young couple walked down the carpeted hallway toward the wall of glass and the parking lot beyond."You wanna come back next week?" the girl asked the boy. She gestured to a poster of an upcoming exhibit. "A unique scientific curiosity," it proudly announced in giant block letters. Beneath was a photograph of multifaceted blue and violet crystals that formed the shapes of two young women anchored to a heaping cluster of small blue and green crystalline spires. One was nude except for the mineralized remnants of her footwear. She was bending over, her bottom thrust upward like a pair of jewel-encrusted Fabergé eggs smashed together, her arm ending where her hand merged with the top of an irregular cylinder embedded in the base. The other woman-shaped collection of crystalline facets was adorned with a full set of clothes that merged with her body like both were a single material. Her hands were on her knees and her face looked upward, with an expression of elated relief permanently frozen into it. Her belt was undone, and the solid wrinkles of her pants were bunched up at the thighs, but the photograph was taken from an angle that missed showing her exposed parts, just as the other woman's nipples and other private details were out of sight. Someone who knew where to look could see just a little bit of the solid green stream that connected the woman's crotch to the nest of crystals below. Below the base were the details on when the strange artifact would be on display at this location.After a brief glance, the boy answered. "What's the point? Everybody's already seen it."
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Notes: I took time off from my Halloween stories (which still aren't done) to make this. I thought of it and wrote it quickly. It could probably use some revision.Kieran was strange, but Ruri loved him. She thought it was love even before she heard him speak. Her heart would accelerate to a rapid pace anytime she saw his handwriting on a letter in her mailbox. The first time they spoke in realtime, all doubts were removed. She was in love.He wasn't like any man she'd met. He didn't even look like one. She knew he'd be different, but wasn't prepared when she saw his photograph. He'd always said he had red hair, but it was closer to brown. His eyes were blue, which was strange to her even in itself, but they didn't look like any eyes she'd seen on a person. His face was broad, with very prominent cheekbones, and he had a little hair on his chin. He looked sort of like a wild animal, or some exaggerated masculine mask. Once the shock wore off, she started to find him handsome. She just wished she hadn't told him what she thought of his face right away.Kieran, by contrast, had always found Ruri beautiful. She didn't think much of her own looks. Her face and figure were average. Her eyes were the most common shade of green. Her hair was more distinctive, but not remarkable. It was vivid orange, but far from perfect. There were dark flecks all through it, like charcoal in a fire burning low. Her lips were light pink, and didn't stand out well. She spent a lot of time lying in the sun, but her skin never got very dark. Instead it was peppered with freckles from forehead to toe. Hearing Kieran tell her she was an exotic beauty was uplifting, but strange.Although they often surprised and confused each other without trying, the bond between Ruri and Kieran grew stronger and stronger. After a while, she made the expensive and difficult journey to meet him in the flesh.She understood they lived in quite different places. The people he was used to weren't subject to raw emotions and animal instincts. They were more reserved, and seemed to do everything slowly and deliberately. She read all she could find to help her dress, act, and speak properly in her lover's land. She rehearsed what she was going to say. She practiced sitting and standing still.Their first meeting didn't go the way she imagined. He didn't spot her in the crowd because she looked so different from her pictures. She'd left all her familiar clothes behind and brought only what would allow her to fit in. On that day she had on an outfit she didn't think looked too casual or too formal. She was wearing a knee-length dark grey lavender skirt, a sweater vest patterned with white and various shades of purple, a white undershirt, white socks, and black shoes. The women in the pictures wore long pellucid stockings with their skirts instead of socks, but Ruri didn't remember this until it was too late to change. She'd also researched the colors she was supposed to put on her body. Her nail polish matched the lilac in her sweater. Her face was made up properly in the local style; reddening the lips, blackening the eyelashes, shadowing the eyes, and masking the freckles. Ruri recognized Kieran right away, and forgot herself. She let out a squeal of joy that turned heads, then ran up to him and hugged him tightly without a word.Soon she started behaving herself, he recovered from the surprise, the people in the crowd stopped staring, and a more ordinary greeting commenced.While they were talking, he did something she didn't expect. He gave her skirt a few stares, clearly interested in what was underneath. He always looked away after a couple seconds, trying to hide his interest, but he was transparent."It's all right," Ruri finally said with a giggle. She turned around, hiked up her skirt, and lifted her tail to the point where she thought he could get a good look at it without getting a good look at her bottom. "You can pet it."The first place Kieran showed her in his strange land was a beautiful wooded area he'd often talked about. This was an unexpected treat for a woman who currently felt like a caged animal.She left her sweater in Kieran's car and they took a stroll. It started out that way, at least. Once they were within a hundred yards of the boundary between the picturesque neatness of the park and the disorderly tangle of the woods, Ruri broke away from him and took off running. She kept it a little slow to be polite. When she looked back, she noticed Kieran was just standing where she had left him, staring. She circled back."Are you all right," Ruri asked, barely out of breath."Yes," answered a confused Kieran."Why aren't you chasing me?" she asked.He laughed, and she acknowledged with a blush that she had misread the situation. This was her first cultural mistake since she arrived in this unfamiliar territory. It wouldn't be her last.Kieran was happy to indulge her in a little running. He looked at her strangely when she was bounding on all fours, so she got up on her legs and ran the way he ran. He looked like he was in good shape, but he tired easily. Before long he stopped to rest and told her to explore the woods without him.An outdoor romp was just what Ruri needed. Once she got this out of her system it would be much easier to restrain her wildness. There was also something else she needed to get out of her system, and it made her glad Kieran didn't want to stay by her side while she exercised.Ruri spent a lot of time crouched on her haunches. It was the way of her people. She was already in the right position to satisfy her need as she looked in Kieran's direction and made certain he wouldn't see or hear what she did. From there it was a simple matter of lifting the back of her skirt up with her tail, hooking a claw from both of her index fingers around the elastic waistband of the uncomfortable cotton underwear she'd bought for the trip, sliding them a ways down her thighs, and surrendering to her animal needs. The underbrush was assaulted with a rapid waterfall for a few moments.Ruri's button nose twitched as she smelled the chemicals she'd introduced into the air. This was a concentrated batch indeed. She hoped she wouldn't have to let it simmer inside her bladder that long ever again. This was an unrealistic hope. She was abashedly unconfident about her knowledge of this land's etiquette, and she didn't know how to request permission to relieve herself. Asking her lover would be even more difficult. The unsanitary needs of the body were a touchy subject even where she lived, often causing awkward feelings during courtship, and she understood that this land had stricter mores. She knew the place to do it was called "restroom" in this land, but that was all she'd been able to learn about the subject. She feared humiliation. That was why she put the subject out of her mind as she listened to the pitter-patter of drops on leaves. Once drained and dry, she imprisoned her private parts in the bothersome underwear again and went running back to her beloved.Ruri's day took a downturn after Kieran took her home. It was exciting seeing a place she had heard so much about. She felt honored being invited to stay for a week in the home of a man who hadn't met her in person beforehand. Due to some taboo he was even letting her have his bed all to herself while he slept on a cot. Despite all this, she couldn't ignore the anxiety she felt being in a building with such low ceilings, small rooms, and narrow hallways.He hadn't even finished showing her around the place when his mother dropped by unexpectedly. Ruri upped her politeness to the highest notch, and her nervous feeling increased proportionately.The three had a long conversation. The girl from afar kept up as best she could. She was sitting on a couch so soft it tempted her to sprawl out across it, but she maintained her proper posture.Kieran's mother stared at her pointed ears. Everyone here did. It made her even less comfortable with the situation than she already was. By the time she finally left, Ruri felt like she was on the verge of a breakdown. Still, she seemed to make a good impression with her potential future mother in law. She had tried her best, at least.After all that polite interaction, the young woman couldn't loosen up. She maintained her staid behavior and disciplined speech for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening, as if unable to switch off the façade. To make matters worse, her bladder was once again registering as full. The time never seemed right to ask where she could go to empty it.She did enjoy herself at dinner, especially after finishing the bowl of leafy vegetables she was obligated to consume first. Kieran had baked cod fillets for them. He was self-effacing about his cooking, but Ruri thought it was absolutely delicious. Her ears pricked up the instant the smell from the opened oven reached her nostrils. It took a lot of restraint to eat slowly and ladylike and to remember each part of the complicated local table manners. Her appetite wasn't the even the worst urge she was keeping at bay. The delicious beverages her host had been offering since she entered his home had caught up with her in a big way.As the main course drew to a close and Kieran was about to bring out the dessert he made, Ruri admitted to herself that she could procrastinate no longer. Her bladder was swollen even larger than it had been in the forest. If she didn't ask now, her body would soon humiliate her worse than any wrong words."Kieran," she began, then stopped. It was like some force was clamping her mouth shut, knowing it would say something wrong.Kieran asked what Ruri wanted to say, and looked puzzled by her suddenly going quiet."I..need to ask..." she trailed off again. Why couldn't she just ask? She felt like sinking her sharp canines into her hand to punish herself for this weak clumsiness.Kieran wasn't much more articulate at the moment. She could see in his eyes that he didn't know what to say, and his words were uncertain at first."Uh...Do you need to know where the bathroom is?" he asked nervously.This caught her off balance. The confusion made her feel even less in control. Her left hand reached into her lap to hold back the leak she feared was about to start. Kieran didn't seem to notice, but he did take note of her changing expression. She'd pricked up her ears, cocked her head, and was looking at him quizzically. This seemed to please him, because his mouth started to go into a smile but stopped.She didn't have time to worry about what he thought. He had given her an opening, and she needed to ask her question quickly and clearly. Something about the changing atmosphere in the room or her growing desperation loosened her tongue."No, Kieran. I need to know where the restroom is."He laughed, seemingly at her expense. Part of her wanted to growl at his rudeness while another part wanted to hide from this embarrassing social situation she was failing at. She didn't do either. She sat there dumb, as if hypnotized."It's the same room," Kieran explained. "Bathroom, restroom. It's right next to the bedroom.""Thank you. Please excuse me."She wanted to mask her urgency, but couldn't quite manage. She ran when she knew it would be proper to walk. At the end of the hallway was the room Kieran had indicated. It was all white and shiny inside. She swiftly slipped through the doorway, found the light switch, and closed the door.A new problem confronted her. This was clearly the bathroom because it had a bathtub, but it didn't have what she needed. She searched and searched. Was it hidden? The people in this land didn't like to directly discuss bodily matters. It made sense that they kept the receptacles of their waste out of sight. But Ruri couldn't figure out where it was concealed. She expected to be able to slide it out from some sort of opening, but none of the little doors or drawers yielded anything useful. She was going to have to ask Kieran.She dreaded it so badly that she kept searching the bathroom even after she knew in her heart it was useless. Her body's demand was getting worse by the minute, and she finally forced herself to go back and ask her lover for instructions.She walked slowly, almost cringing at the impolite inquiry she had no choice but to make.Kieran looked a little confused. It seemed he knew she hadn't used the bathroom, even though he couldn't see down the hallway."You found the bathroom, right?" he asked."I...did," Ruri answered. "I...But...I...You...You will have to help me with something."She led him down the hallway, so desperate she was beginning to skip as she walked. She even bounced a little as she stood at the threshold of the bathroom."I'm sorry," she said, not knowing how else to begin. "I'm ignorant. But I have a stupid question. Where's the box?""What box?" Kieran asked."The...box! In your restbathroom. You know?" He was staring at her blankly. "I gotta water the sand!" she finally said bluntly. Ruri's face was bright red by this point. Kieran's was transformed by sudden realization."You really want to go in a litter box?" he asked in an incredulous tone not without a hint of amusement."Yes! I'm sorry, but we all use boxes. It's the only way I learned."He walked over to the white chair and opened the lid. She had dismissed the possibility it was what she was looking for once she'd found water inside instead of sand, but now it seemed it was what she needed all along. Once the lid was settled against the water tank, Kieran started to walk away. "I'll give you some privacy," he said."No! Please!" Ruri was on the brink of losing control now. She didn't even try to hide it anymore. Both her hands were squeezed into the tight space between her thighs. "You have to tell me how I'm expected to use that."Kieran froze, looking more embarrassed than Ruri ever thought she'd see him. This wasn't the face of someone prepared to give a quick explanation.Even if Ruri immediately understood the white device, it was probably too late to use it. She knew that her hold on her bladder was failing and her wooing of Kieran had already failed. This was the worst first impression she could possibly give. She had nothing to lose by surrendering to her body's demand."Please forgive me!" she squeaked as she unburied her hands from her skirt and felt the first warmth coming into her underwear. She started to crouch, but corrected herself, fearing that would make it look like she was wetting herself on purpose. But as the wetness spread and she feelings in her pelvic region shifted, she decided to be impolite. She threw aside all pretense of propriety and assumed the position most natural to her. It felt wonderful, like escaping a cage. Every muscle told her she was doing the right thing. The sensation down below was also wonderful. Her eyes closed, and she looked like a woman in a trance. As ashamed as she felt for breaking the rules of Kieran's society and even her own, the animal in her revelled in this natural act that had been unnaturally postponed for so long.Rivulets flowed down her legs, tickling the backs of her knees and staining her lily-white socks. Her crouching position and raised tail kept her skirt dry. Most of the flow was straight down. Her underwear, now saturated and bright yellow, released drizzles through the fabric that eventually converged into one strong column flowing from a triangular outpouring. The ceramic bathroom floor had been pure white, but suffered the same defilement as Ruri's underwear and socks. The golden puddle grew and grew, and little creeks ran out from it down the gaps between tiles.Ruri didn't speak, or even enter a state of mind conducive to speech, until her bladder was completely drained and the intoxicating feeling of relief had subsided.She opened her eyes and peered upward at Kieran with the look of a guilty schoolgirl. She kept eye contact as she stood up, using her claws and tail to keep her skirt away from her wet parts."I'm so sorry!," she said in a quivering voice that was clearly near tears. "I just don't know how to do anything right here!"Kieran recovered from his look of disbelief. "No, it's my fault! I never even thought about this. I just assumed you knew how to use the bathrooms here. I shouldn't have. I can't believe I didn't show you where the bathroom was when we got here. I just...I'm sorry.""I can take care of this right away if you show me where the cleaning supplies are," Ruri said as she stared shamefully at the big yellow pool. "...And bring me a change of clothes from my suitcase," she sheepishly added."No, you're the guest. I'll clean it up."He draped a towel over the lip of the bathtub for her to sit on and dry herself and handed her a washcloth to deal with her legs. Then he left the room to fetch her some dry clothes, closing the door on his way out. After drying herself and shedding her shoes and socks, Ruri was able to remove the skirt without getting it wet. Then she dropped the soggy underwear and did some more thorough and intimate washing and drying.Kieran handed her a pair of clean underwear through the door without looking, and Ruri told him when she was ready to be seen again. He cleared the doorway so she could leave the room before he cleaned the floor and bagged up the wet clothes for the wash.She leaped over the puddle, landing on the hardwood floor of the hallway on all fours, her tail in the air. It was her natural reaction to the situation, but she realized an instant later that it wasn't the sort of thing she should do here. Especially not when wearing a skirt. She began to apologize for forgetting her manners again."Nice!" Kieran remarked the same moment Ruri said "Sorry." "I thought for a second you were gonna bang your head on the doorframe," he added."It's really nothing," Ruri said. It was strange of Kieran to talk like that was an impressive leap."You're just full of surprises," he said. She didn't know whether she should say "Thank you" or "I'm sorry." Fortunately he clarified his meaning by hugging her. "Don't look so sad. We all make mistakes." The sound from Ruri's throat as the two embraced made it clear she was feeling better."Please fill in my knowledge about bathrooms," she said, "so I don't make such a messy mistake again.""You don't need to start every sentence with please," said Kieran, who was now cleaning up the mess."I'm sorry.""See, that's the same problem. I don't need you to act so polite. Especially not when it's just the two of us.""I want to be a proper lady.""You don't need to change yourself for me. I want you to act like yourself. Like you do at home.""Believe me, you don't want me to act the way I do at home.""That's...a little frightening.""I see what you mean, though. I want to fit in here. I don't want to disappoint you. But it pleases me to be able to relax my manners a little."After the cleaning was done, Kieran told Ruri not to go anywhere. "I'll be right back with a little lesson for you," he added.In a surprising breach of dinner protocol, he brought hot fudge sundaes to the bathroom and they ate while he explained the fixture that had confounded her. The disaster had caused them both to loosen up. Despite the embarrassment, Ruri was enjoying herself more now than she had at the dinner table."This is what we use instead of a litter box. It's called a toilet. You put the lid up when you need to use it. You leave the seat down...the lower lid down, and you sit on it and do what you need to do. I feel so strange telling this to a grown-up. I didn't expect to have a conversation like this until I had a kid to potty train."It was unsettlingly strange for Ruri too. Not just the awkward lecture, but the thought of her children learning to use this contraption instead of an ordinary box. If she had them with Kieran, that is. Now more than ever she understood how little she knew of this culture."I'm sorry this burden has fallen upon you," Ruri said. "But if you dont...potty train me, I don't know who will.""No, I don't mind. But you need to listen carefully. If you make another mistake, I'll have to put you in diapers."A growl issued from deep in Ruri's throat, but her lips made it clear she wasn't really angry. "You're teasing!" she accused."I am. Now, once you're finished, this roll of soft, thin paper is what you use to clean yourself with." He unrolled a little of it to show her. "Do you have that at home? I mean, do you understand how to use it?""I'm sure I'll manage." She blushed at the thought of Kieran wiping her nether regions because he didn't think she could do it herself."Once you're clean, you pull your underwear up..."Ruri let out an annoyed sound. "I'm a foreigner, not a child.""Sorry. When you're done with the toilet and toilet paper, you push this handle down and the water flushes all the nasty stuff away.""Wonderful!" Ruri cried out."It is?" Kieran asked."No, this dessert," she said. They both laughed."So once the toilet flushes," Kieran continued, "the clean water refills the bowl and it's ready to use again. It's all very convenient and sanitary. Any questions?""Only one. Why are there two lids?""Well, the second one comes up too. If a man uses it, that is. It leaves a bigger opening to use the toilet standing."Ruri didn't ask for further explanation. She could visualize what he was describing. "Please demonstrate how this toilet is used," she said as she suppressed a smile.Kieran looked shocked and angry at first, then he smiled. "I guess it's only fair. I saw you wet yourself, which is at least as embarrassing. I was responsible for your accident too."He set his sundae on the counter, stood in front of the toilet, and lifted the second lid. His body had tensed up and his hands were shaking a little. He was carrying out Ruri's request despite obvious anxiety. She considered that a sign of a good relationship.As he unbuckled his belt, she made the sort of bold request she would back home, but intoned in her most proper and polite voice she'd rehearsed for her stay in this land."May I aim for you?" |
Twilight Omorashi Fanfic
((Jacob P.O.V))
Trapped…
Trapped in a room with that a nauseating bloodsucker..
How did I get myself into this? Bella.
I’ll spare the whole story, and skip to the point. I’m in a closed with a small bulletproof widow and a tight sealed metal door in the center. The room is lit by ceiling lamps, and there is no escape; not until morning when the security guards walk in and reopen this room, leaving me about 12 hours until that happens. Given the amount of security cameras everywhere, Edward can’t just smash his way out.
Where is Bella? Probably at home, blaming herself.For once I agree with her choice of finger-pointing.
What could possibly be worse than being in a room with Edward for 12 hours? Him talking on the phone with the rest of the bloodsuckers and Bella, acting as if it’s my fault.
After he hung up, he went sat at the opposite corner of this small room, as far from me as possible. Not that it was too far, this room was about the size of mine.
“I don’t blame you Jacob” Edward said calmly.
I frowned “Could you knock off the mind reading?” I snarled
He shrugged “Not really, force of habit.”
I rolled my eyes, and laid on the cold floor. My eyelids began to shutter, and I went to sleep.
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((Edward P.O.V))
Jacob kept tossing and turning in his sleep, I wanted to look inside his head and read his thoughts, but he had instructed me not too.
Either way, it didn’t take a genius to find out what was wrong. He began squirming slightly in his sleep, every couple of minutes. Soon, the movement began to repeat themselves more frequently.
I couldn’t believe that thought never crossed my mind, Jacob might be a werewolf, but he was still human…..Great
I was stuck in a room with a wolf for hours, and if that wasn’t bad enough, now I was stuck in a room with him while he needed to pee. I just hoped he didn’t wake up soon, since he knew I could read his mind, this situation was about to get even more awkward.
I just hoped he could hold it until tomorrow, but I seriously doubted it. All through the day he didn’t stop for one restroom break while we were protecting Bella. I couldn’t really blame him for that, since then we couldn’t afford to lose time, but now I couldn’t help but feel aggravated.
Of course, we didn’t know we would end up in this situation, but even now he seemed pretty desperate, and there was still 11 more hours to go.
I could hardly remember what it was like to feel the need; it had been such a long time ago since I’d been human, tho the more Jacob squirmed, the more I remembered.
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((Jacob P.O.V))
I was in my room, on my bed, unable to move. I could see and hear everything around me, but worst of all, I could feel .
I was dying to pee, but my body wouldn’t move, and I couldn’t stand. The bathroom was right next door, and I felt like I was about to burst. I wanted so bad to relief myself, but knew I couldn’t…
I awoke with the sound of thunder outside, as rain began splatter against the small window.It took me a while to realize where I was. Soon, the entire previous event began to flutter back into memory, as I caught Edward staring at me intently from the corner. As my eyes began to adjust, I felt the feeling from the dream return as a felt a stinging feeling in my bladder.
I shuddered and crossed my legs tightly, hoping Edward didn’t catch the move.
“How long was I asleep?” I asked him, blushing as I felt another wave of desperation hit me.
“Not long, about one hour” he said, looking away.
Only one hour?!?
That meant I still had 11 hours left before I could get to a rest room! There was no way I could hold it that long!
Still, I couldn’t let Edward know that.
I squirmed as the sound of rain outside invaded my ears.
“Are you ok Jacob?” Edward asked knowingly.
My face went crimson. Too late, he already knew.
“Fine” I replied coldly.
“Are you going to make it?” he asked, sympathy in his voice.
“W-what are you talking ab-bout?” I snarled
Edward didn’t answer, and just eyed me worriedly.
Stop staring at me! I screamed inside my head.Just to prove my point that he was invading my privacy by reading my thoughts, he looked away.
And stay out of my head..
2 hours later…
This was hell on earth; I’ve never had to go so bad in my life!
I wanted to grab myself soooo bad, but I knew Edward would notice. Hell, why did it matter? He could read my thought anyway and new that I was on the verge of exploding!
I felt my hand edge closer to the area, but then pulled back. There was no way I would do something so embarrassing in front of the bloodsucker…
Another part of me was screaming internally, wanting to relieve some of the pain, begging me to do it.
As another wave of desperation hit, stronger than the ones before, I doubled over in pain, gasping, and clutching on for dear life.
I felt my knees swinging madly in attempt for my body to regain control, and not relieve itself all over the floor.
“Jacob?” Edward called, concerned.
Please no, God no, not in front of him!
I felt my toes curl tightly, and my teeth clench.
“H-how long?” I croaked
“We still have nine hours left…” Edward responded, concern mixed with disgust in his voice.
“Jacob…” He called again.
“What? “ I hissed between clenched teeth.
“Um…are you…going to make it?” he asked, hoping he wouldn’t be stuck in a room with urine stench.
I felt tears of shame burn into my eyes, knowing I wouldn’t last long.
“Of course I am!” I hissed, panic in my voice giving me away.
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so yeah....english is not my first language, and Im' not sure if i should continued this one...What do you guys think? |
A/N: sorry it took so long :(. hope you guys had a good christmas :) (or whatever you celebrate ) <3Hope it doesn't suck too much :/. reminder: english isn't my first language, so yeah...sorry about the grammar & stuff :(
Thankyou for reading, let me know what you think pleassee :)
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PART 2 :
(Edward P.O.V)
I grabbed my phone and began to dial Carlisle’s number. We now only had 8 hours left.I could hear Jacob rubbing his thighs together frantically, as well as his desperate thoughts.
I’m not gonna make it. I’m not gonna make it. Please not in front of Edward!
I wanted to say something to ease his worry, but I for once was at loss at what to do in this situation. Jacob had always acted so tough, even in his own thoughts. I had never experienced this side of him before.
“Hello?” I heard Carlisle’s voice on the other side of the phone. “Edward is everything okay?”
“H-hello Carlisle” I said, receiving a panicked look from Jacob. “Is there any way you could get us out of here sooner?” I asked, hoping the embarrassment was not obvious in my tone.
“Edward, it’s too risky to get you out now.” Carlisle stated, as if talking to an impatient 5 year old “We might be able to after a couple hours of meddling with the security system but…That won’t be anytime soon”
“Carlisle please, there’s got to be-“
“Edward, if this is about you being trapped in there with Jacob, I don’t want to hear a word from you” he stated
“It’s got to do with that bu-“
“Edward just hold off until morning”
Before I could say anything else, Carlisle hung up the phone.
Jacob and I remained in silence for almost an hour, each minute that ticked by, I could feel Jacob’s state become worse.
He had gone from a sitting position to a complete pretzel. His breaths had become short and harsh. At one point, I pretended not to hear the sound of a small squirt and a whimper as they dampened his underwear.
(Jacob P.O.V)“aaaaah haaaaaah” I couldn’t help but let out that whimper , trying to hold back the torrent, pounding at the exit of my bladder. I felt a small squirt dampen my underwear, making me clutch harder than ever before. I’d only barely stopped the rest of the golden flow from escaping my throbbing cock. I knew Edward had only pretended not to hear me, just as I’d tried to pretend nothing was wrong in front of him a couple hours back.
I knew for a fact that if I even wanted to break through that wall right now, I wouldn’t make it. The minute I stood up…I would lose the battle
I could still hear the rain slightly pounding on the small window, each drop like a hammer breaking through the now weak barrier that was my bladder.
I slowly and carefully slid a hand away from my cock and on to my jean button.I could feel my fingers tremble as my hand slid over the button and undid the painful restrain.
As careful as the movement had been, the slight pressure sent a jolt through my whole body, causing me to let out a longer squirt than the time before.
“Gaaaaaaah!” I whimpered as my free hand rushed over to stop the stream.
Eventually I was able to control the flow, but this time the damage was much worse, leaving a visible patch in my jeans.
“Jacob…” Edward whispered worriedly
“I-..I c-cant h-hold it m-much longer!” I cried.
For the first time in a long time, I could feel tears of shame as the spilled down my face. I put my head down in attempt to hide my tears from Edward.
Instead of taking the obvious hint of me wanting to be alone, Edward only came closer.
If I let go in front of him, he’ll never let me live it down.
“Jacob..” Edward looked hurt. “That’s not true; I would never make fun of you for something like this.”
He’s lying, Jacob..don’t fall for it..he’s going to go straight to Bella, and I’ll be the laughing stock of stock of all of La push. ‘The werewolf that wet himself in the presence of a blood suc-
“Jacob, that’s not true, I would never tell anyone, especially not Bella.”
I was about to give him a piece of my mind; to tell him to knock off reading my thoughts, but was quickly cut off by a sudden wave of desperation, mush bigger than the ones before.
It caused such an intense stinging pain; I doubled over as tears streamed more freely down my face than before.
The tears where a mixture of both pain and extreme embarrassment as Edward watched me. There was a look of panic in his eyes, thinking that I’d already lost the battle.
I let out low, painful groan as I struggled for control. I felt a couple squirts escape me, leaving a large, dark patch on my jeans.A few more tears escaped me, but I soon regained control again.
My whole body shivered in return to my act of defiance to my bladder, leaving me panting from the effort.
“Okay, that’s it” Edward sighed. “We have to get you out of here, now”
“H-how d-do you p-plan on doing-g that, l-leech?” I tried to keep my voice steady, but couldn’t stop it from shaking as my bladder throbbed more painfully each second.
“Brace yourself.” Edward said, making it sound like a warning.
He wrapped his arms my back, and around the back of my legs, carrying me bridal style.
The sudden movement and gravity made me squirm madly in his arms.
“S-stop!” I yelled, clutching harder than ever. “P-put me down!”
I blushed as I fought down a squirt that would have surely stained his white shirt.
“Just hold it for a couple seconds okay?” he said; sympathy for me, and worry for his shirt written on his face.
I wasn’t sure if I could or not, but I nodded anyway, cheeks burning redder than before.
Edward backed up all the way to the other side of the room, getting ready to charge at the door. All the while; I squirmed, whimpered quietly in his arms.
“Alright” He said . “one…two..THREE!” he charged at the door, slamming hard against it, leaving a big dent in the metal wall.
He panted, “almost..” he said , and began to back away again.
The crash had said a jolt into my bladder; causing me to squirm more fiercely in his arms, making his grip tighten, putting even more pressure on my swollen bladder.
“Edward s-sto-“
He slammed into the wall again, this time breaking through into another room.
Unfortunately, the impact had been too much for me to handle.
I let out an invouluntary squeal, which was soon replaced by anorgasmic-like moan as I relived the contents of my bladder onto Edward’s shirt.
I could hear a loud, powerful hissing in my pants as the soaked through me onto Edward. At that moment I should have been completely mortified, but my body had taken complete control of my mind, and could only focus on how good it felt to finally let go.
My whole body shivered in relief, and eventually, even my pants combined with Edward’s shirt were not enough to soak up all the liquid.
Soon a light splatter was heard on the floor, the noise finally waking me from my orgasmic trance.
I looked up at Edwards face. His eyed where wide with shock and embarrassment.
(Edward P.O. V)
As soon as Jacob had groaned, I knew what was about to happened. The warm liquid had come rushing out of him, spreading all over my shirt, and soaking through, wettening my icy skin. I could feel Jacob loosen up in my arms, but could still feel a slight shivering coming from him.
As soon as he heard the splattering noise on the floor he awoke from his trance and looked up at me, utterly mortified.
He continued to pee for 4 more minutes, blushing madly, trying to wriggle free form my grasp.
How much can one person possibly hold?!?
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As soon as the flow stopped, I stepped out of the giant golden puddle that had formed at my feet, and put Jacob down.
Tears where streaming down his face, he tried to choke some sort of phrase out, but quickly looked away from me and ran the other way.
“Jacob, wait!” I called after him.
(Jacob P.O.V)
That did not just happen. That did not..just..happen.
I ran as far away from him as I could, knowing he would yell at me, mock me, or worse..hate me.
I turned the corner and found a door leading to a bathroom. Frantically, I locked myself in one of the stalls, letting the sobs take over.There was a vent above me, blowing cold air on my clothes, making me shiver as the wetness grew cold.
I heard the door of the bathroom creak open.
“Jacob?” I heard Jacobs voice, forcing my sobbing to come to a stop. “Jacob, it’s okay, I promise I’m not mad”
“Please unlock the door” Edward pleaded. “You’re going to catch a cold in there”
I slowly unlocked the door, letting him haul me out.
“I’m..sorry” I mumbled, fresh tears spilling out my eyes.
Edward smiled sadly. “You don’t have to apologize” he said “It was my fault. I was so busy worrying about Bella that I forgot about your needs.”
“But..your shirt-“
“Don’t worry about it” he smiled. “I’ll drive you as close to your house as I’m allowed to get, and then come back here to mess with the security cameras. See? This whole thing will be forgotten.
“For now let’s just get you out of those wet clothes” he said, and handed me a security uniform, which he probably picked up in the staff room.
Edward led me to the locker room showers, and once I finished cleaning up and changing, he waited for me outside, already wearing a different shirt.
The ride home was a quiet one; I couldn’t help but blush the whole way.
Edward really had cared about me. I may not ever really be able to call him a friend out loud, but it was as if today, we had made an unspoken agreement.
Once I got to the La push border line, Edward unlocked the door to let me out. I got out of the car and shut the door behind me, but just before I could walk away, Edward rolled down his window.
“Also, Jacob” he called. “I don’t hate you” he smiled
“I smiled back. “I don’t hate you too” I said and headed home.
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THE END :D (unless you guys feel like giving me ideas for a second part haha <3 )
hope you guys liked it ;) |
People do not comprehend the protracted hours that be spent detailing the enormous walkthtroughs.Constantly, being sedentary for extensive periods of time creates certain predicaments, if you will. It is my contention that John is ignorant and vastly ungrateful to the problems I must sustain.One such problem, is retaining the compulsion to relieve my bladder whilst in the process of writing the all encompassing details and supervise John and his irrational phobia of baked goods.
As I sit at the artificial luminescent screen, I find myself fidgeting, tapping my ebony-painted fingernails against the keys. The rhythmic clinking on the laptop alleviates some of the pressure of my bladder to assist my mind in focusing on the task at hand. Inevitably, the pressure forces more of my efforts on resisting the deep longing to relieve myself.
I suppose you may inquisitive as to why I would not simply use the nearest toilet. The problem is after I filled the tub with rubber ducks to pester Mother, she has moved on of the giant wizard statues directly parallel to the toilet.Mother at least has the wizard facing in the opposite direction to give a measure privacy.This is why I must cross my legs and hold back the deluge that is growing inside me.
I clench my hand into a fist.My nails scrape against my palm, in an effort to distract myself from the ever building pressure. Attempting to continue with my walthroughs, I may try to cross my other leg.Soon, my teeth bite softly on my bottom lip I can feel my bladder ready to empty itself anytime.
Noting works.That became especially evident when I could feel warm drips of urine on my panties.Still, I try to retain myself.A small droplet falls down my fall.I clench my desk and fircely squeeze on the hard surface. I moan tenderly when I feel yet another droplet fall in my panties and another.
My legs start to tremble and shake as futility resist in desperation.I bite harder and all that occupies my mind is the urge to urinate.My body beings to heat up.No matter how much I try however, my body refuses to wait. When I feel another warm drop, my body conquers myself.
A warm washes over my legs as I feel a sense of euphoric release. It does not matter to me anymore I uncross my legs to allow an easier flow,As I lay my head back against the chair and moan to the sweet relief, I feel my hot urine flow down my thighs.As the stream flows from my body, I feel a warm puddle forming on my seat.My body continues to expel the long overdue urine flowing down my legs and wetting my purple stocking.The intense euphoric sensation continues enveloping my entire body.Urine,constantly seemed to flow. It formed a puddle in the chair and coated my panties.
Shortly, my body starts trickling whatever urine is left from my now relieved body.With only a small amount of hesitation, I slip my hand under my skirt and in my panties.My body responses with a quiver.I slowly bring that hand to intake the aroma of my urine. To be honest, I find the bitter scent from my hand dripping with urine intoxicating.
A dark red blush appears on my cheeks as I start licking delicately. Savoring the sour taste,as my tongue runs against my fingers.I slowly move my mouth over my finger slowly licking it. Each time I go to the next finger I make a soft moan.I move my fingers back to my hot,trembling vagina. My fingers trace the linings.Gently increasing the pleasure that had been building inside me.
After stimulating myself for a little,I undid my black and purple panties which were soaked in my warm urine. As I undid them,drips of yellow urine had fallen in my chair. Collecting into a larger warm puddle.
I brought my soiled panties to my face wafting.the scent of my urine.As I pressed the garments to my nose, closing my eyes in ecstasy, I had moved my other hand to my eager vulva mostly wet from my accident, if you will.Exploring my vagina with gasped moaning.The dual arousal of using my fingers to lightly explore caused my body to react..My fingers were sicken quite a bit from my sexual fluids.When I lightly alternating, pushing and pulling my fingers back, the aroma of urine-soaked panties overcame my senses.Even the warm feeling in my hands as I held the dripping garments against my nose caused me to convulse with pleasure.
I went back to pushing my fingers inside my vagina,Slowly, I moved my fingers back and forth inside my slicked vagina with its hot feminine fluids an urine. My legs trembled as I stimulated my body.
As I continued, I brought my finger to my clitoris. It doesn’t take long for my finger to find the right spot.I was rubbing around the sensitive gland in circular motions.
I felt my body tense up.I took in stronger whiffs of those black panties against my face. I moaned desperately. My body tensed again; I felt waves of pleasure throughout my body as I pleasured my sensitive clitoris.I could feel myself on the precipice of my climax. I gasped,and I moaned. I continued to tease my young body, pleasuring that sensitive hood.
When my body tensed up once more,I could feel my body’s desperation to orgasm.I was aching for it. As drips of urine from my panties fell on my lips,I sped up. I could feel my ever elusive peak so close.Then my body feverishly convulsed in as my orgasm erupted. I cried out as the feelings of euphoria poured throughout my body.I curled my toes. My head flew back and my vagina clenched my hand releasing its fluids. My hand moved quicker,plunging gently inside my vagina causing another eruption of pleasure to ensue from my body. My body convulsing again and crying out moaning in ecstasy.
I lay back against the chair and slowly licked my fingers that were drenched in my urine and ejaculate.
I smiled softly and then I looked back at the computer screen.
"Pesterchum webcam Log
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EB: rose, if you need to go to the …
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EB: Ummm… nevermind…
EB: O.O
EB: !!!
EB: Nice panties though <3” |
This is an old story and I wasn't sure about posting it since I don't really like it. However, I decided to share anyway after reading it again today and making a couple changes... I am willing to add to it in the near future if people want more...
Marie threw on a white dress over her matching violet bra and panties. It was Wednesday, her favorite day of the week. She had just given her husband his goodbye kiss as he was leaving for work and was now about to walk her 7-year-old son to school. After that, she would be walking back home to prepare for the weekly book club meeting.
Her friend Barbara had started the book club out of sheer boredom. After all, there wasn't too much for young married women to do in a small Christian town called Stratsville. The local school and church served as the central point for the town, so the eight members of the book club all lived within 20 minutes of each other. A handful of grocery stores were scattered around the area, but the main shopping area was just east of church. The women did most of their shopping on Sundays after church, as their husbands were present to help carry things home. Most of the men worked 6 days a week in the lumber and steel plants located on the outskirts of town, near the river.
The get-together had started innocently enough, with the ladies discussing popular literature the 1970's had to offer. However, the mornings usually ended up as an exchange of juicy gossip and reminiscence of youth, as is common with married women. With all of them being wed fairly recently, they missed their single life and jolly times together as friends. That said, finally being able to have relations with men had given them new perspective and the conversations had naturally progressed to the topics inappropriate for after-church conversation.
As the women became increasingly confident and comfortable with each other, edgier activities started to take place. They had agreed that the host of the meeting could propose anything she wished, but the ladies were under no obligation to partake. A couple of shy ladies sat out the racier activities, but everyone participated for the most part. They had already gone far enough to cause serious consequences if their secrets were discovered. A meeting last month had been in just underwear. The next had been in full nudity- Sherry, blushing deeply, had declined to strip down for that one. Ironically, she had quickly volunteered as host for the next week which ended up being a make-out session amongst the women.
Three of the women had declined this time and poor Rose even left a few minutes into the activity, feeling quite uncomfortable watching. However, the other women decided it was worth a try. Marie didn't have any desire to go past the point of a kiss with a bit of tongue, which ended up being an interesting experience in itself but not really a turn on for her. However, a number of ladies felt up each other, taking advantage of a rare opportunity to explore another young female body.
When Sherry and Emily had paired up, fireworks seemed to go off. Marie could sense why Sherry had been timid about stripping the last time; she clearly had strong feelings for members of her own sex. Her knickers must have been drenched at the sight of her nude friends. Emily seemed to have discovered a new side to herself as she made out with Sherry. From non-stop groping, the two women had each other half-naked in ten minutes before they decided to take the party to the privacy of Sherry's bedroom. The other ladies listened in on the moans coming from inside the room for a while before deciding to end the meeting early. Of course, none of them would ever risk telling a word to their husbands about what happened every Wednesday.
This week was Marie's turn to host. She herself had a dark curiosity she wanted to explore, but had never gotten the chance to until now. Her stomach fluttered with excitement as she returned home after dropping off her son. She immediately got to work in the kitchen; she would need a lot of tea today.
The first knock at the door came a few minutes earlier than expected, just as Marie was adding in the ginger and honey. She rushed over to invite Emily in and requested her to tend to the door as she prepared for company. Emily was only happy to do this, eagerly anticipating Sherry's arrival.
Fifteen minutes later, the meeting was kicked off with the ladies seated around a massive pot of hot tea. Marie addressed the group nervously. "Hi everyone, thanks for coming. This week, I want to have a contest. We are going to finish this big pot of tea together, but with an interesting twist. I have locked the washroom and have no idea where Robert keeps the key."
She paused to scan the faces around the room and was not surprised to see some puzzled expressions. She continued, "This means that we will not be able to use the toilet. The contest is to see who can go the longest without wetting her knickers. We don't want to get our dresses and pants wet, so we will do the meeting in just our underwear again. I have baked a beef and vegetable pot pie for the winner to take home."
She made a point to walk over to the window and draw the curtain to give the females around her a sense of security. There was silence in the room for a few seconds before Barbara spoke up. "I like Marie's idea- I'll do it."
Sherry was next to announce that she was in and Emily quickly followed. After that, there was hesitation amongst the women. They couldn't imagine doing something as improper as peeing themselves. Rose decided that she needed to pee already and would be leaving soon since there was no toilet to use there. Heather quickly got up to join her on the walk; she had been suffering from diarrhea all week and was not in a gambling mood. Lauren didn't want to participate, but would stay and watch. Josephine finally decided that she was in.
The women filled their tea cups and started drinking. It wasn't long before Marie was asked about her reason for choosing such an activity. She blushed, but decided the women could be trusted. "It's something that has interested me since I was a little girl. I had bed-wetting problems until I was almost ten and I was so embarrassed by having to wear my diaper to bed every night. I remember I used to come home from school and see my diaper drying on the clothesline in the backyard for the world to see. The mean neighbour kids used to make so much fun of me until I finally overcame the issue."
Marie sipped her tea and continued. "One day, a few months after I had managed to stop my bed-wetting, Mum picked me up from school after going to the tailors to get some new shirts made for Dad. She must not have had a chance to use the toilet for a while, because I could tell she needed to go as we walked. I asked her why she didn't pee at the tailor's or at school but she just blushed and told me that a grown lady can hold it until she gets home. It was a long walk home- my sister and I had popped a squat behind trees many times to prevent accidents in our school skirts. However, Mum wasn't about to do that, especially with the neighbours walking a hundred yards behind us."
Marie took another sip. Her tea was almost gone. All the cups would be getting refilled soon."Five minutes from home, Mum handed me the bag she was carrying and started holding herself through her skirt. I had never seen Mum do that before, so she must have had to go really badly."
"I was actually pretty excited by the sight of my own mother needing the outhouse so desperately. I had never seen her like that before. As our little house came in sight, she started running, still holding herself. I followed as quickly as I could, with the weight from the backpack and bag slowing me down considerably. I just got through the backyard gate to see my mom with her back against the outhouse, wetting her skirt in plain view of the neighbours. Her pee was flowing through her sandals and feet as she closed her eyes in relief. When she finished peeing and realized I was watching her, she quickly told me to go inside and do my homework. As I walked away, I saw her go into the outhouse. When she came running into the house a minute later, she was only wearing her wet knickers. She made me promise not to tell my father and explained that accidents happen even to grown-ups sometimes. It was amazing to see her in that situation after all my struggles over the years."
Marie sipped one last time, finishing her tea. Glancing around the room, she noticed the cups were dry, so she quickly got to refilling. She hoped for some signs of desperation soon.
"Wow! Amazing story, Marie! I saw my mama pee her panties and bed once when my dad tickled her too much in the morning," Barbara said. "She was really angry at him, so I just went to my room and hid for a while. Mama always hit me when she was angry."
Marie quickly jumped on the opportunity. "Have you ever wet yourself, Barb?"
"All the time, as a child. Peed in my seat a few times when the teacher wouldn't let me leave. Got spanked for that by Mama. Heck, I even peed myself out in town while I was expecting Bobby."
"What happened?" quizzed Lauren.
"Well, it was just after church, on the walk home. Naturally, I had to pee after the sermon but I couldn't move so well and there was already a line-up in front of the ladies. Joe was getting impatient, wanting to get to the bar to enjoy his day off so I decided to just hold it until I get home. After all, we only lived five minutes away. As luck would have it, we ran into his boss and his missus on their walk to the grocery store. Joe and his boss chatted away for a while and I was just standing there trying not disgrace myself, hopping from foot to foot in Joe's baggy pants since they're all that fit me when I'm 8 months pregnant. Finally, Joe remembered that I need to go and wrapped up the conversation. Anyways, the missus decided to hug me and wish me good luck with my pregnancy. The bump on my tummy was too much and the next thing I know, I was wetting those brown pants in front of them. Luckily Joe is a quick thinker and made a comment about my water breaking and rushed me out of there. Boy, I was embarrassed though. Speaking of which, I'm already feeling like I need to pay a visit to the ladies room."
Emily eagerly gulped her tea. She was getting excited about seeing the ladies wet their panties. She could feel her crotch already wet with wetness- she was so excited, like a horny teenager again. Her parents and devout husband were so strict about sex that this book club felt like an awakening.
She spoke up. "I have peed in front of my daughter as well. She was only about three at the time, just learning how to use the toilet. Dan and I had been drinking a bit of wine before bed and I woke up absolutely bursting. Just getting out of bed, I had to hold myself through my pajamas or I would have soaked them. Of course, Dan is already awake and laughing at me as I try to get to the toilet without having an accident. When I open the door, Teresa is sitting there taking her sweet time pooping. I start squirting in my pajamas right there in front of her and just manage to jump into the tub before I make a puddle on the floor. She just stares at me in disbelief for a moment then yells to her daddy that mom is peeing herself. Of course, he comes running to watch the show and laugh with her."
The women laugh together and Marie quickly fills the cups again; the pot is half empty already.
Lauren, who wasn't participating in the contest, spoke up once the laughter died down. "I really need to pee, but I don't want to leave y'all- this is so much fun!"
"Why don't you just pop a quick squat in the backyard?" Marie suggests.
"Are you sure you are okay with that? What if your neighbours see?"
Marie giggles. "Ah, don't you worry about them. Besides, I think we would all love to watch you piss!"
The women roar with laughter as Lauren blushed. "Please don't look! I'll be back in a minute!" As the ladies heard the door close, they ran to the kitchen window to observe Lauren removing her panties before squatting to pee under her long skirt, a strong stream visible at her feet. She motioned to put her panties back on, but just decided to pocket them instead and walked back into the house to find the large group of giggling ladies at the door.
"What's the matter, honey?" Sherry teased, "Don't like wearing panties?"
Lauren's face burned red. "I just had nothing to wipe with..."
The women howled with laughter. Josephine, needing to pee quite badly after seeing Lauren's relief, started losing control in her fits of laughter and shoved her hand into her crotch. It was useless. Wet streaks ran through her white bloomers and down her legs, creating a giant puddle on the wood floor. This, of course, made the women laugh even harder. They were all clutching themselves as they laughed uncontrollably. Sherry spurted in her baby blue panties, making a big wet spot on her crotch. Barb noticed it and yelled "You're OUTTTT!" with a baseball umpire gesture. It was too much for Sherry. She lost complete control laughing hysterically and parted her legs to pee, adding to Josephine's puddle. Somehow, the other ladies managed to stay dry as the laughter subsided. Only Emily, Barbara, and Marie remained in the contest now. They downed their cups once again so Marie could refill them.
They all had their legs crossed, with hands firmly gripping their lady parts through their panties. Emily's crotch was already soaked at the sight of her lover wetting herself. However, no one could see the wetness in the jet black silk cloth. She discreetly dug her finger hard into her clit, rubbing slowly. The desire to release her pee through her panties as she rubbed was overwhelming. Sherry was naturally focused on Emily and had noticed her sexual movements. Sherry couldn't resist touching herself through her soiled panties.
Seeing her girlfriend finger herself was too much for Emily. She gulped down her cup and purposely walked to Sherry's chair. She sat down on her lap and released her flood all over her as they kissed.
Sherry's masturbation intensified as she locked lips with her girlfriend and felt her hot pee flowing all over her naked legs. She almost climaxed as Emily finished peeing but just stopped herself in time to be led to the bedroom. Emily always liked to finish her off with her tongue.
Marie refilled the cups one last time as the final two contestants danced desperately, trying to hold in their pee. The familiar sounds coming from the bedroom didn't help matters. They were both on the verge of bursting, just keeping their panties dry through sheer will. They gulped down their tea quickly- sipping was not an option anymore.
Marie felt her pee surge to the very edge of her pee-hole. Gasping, she somehow prevented the squirt. She could feel the eyes in the room eagerly darting between her and Barbara. It was a deathly close battle; guessing who would pee first was impossible. However, it was clear the contest wouldn't go too much longer.
Marie felt herself squirt . Not wanting to surrender yet, she squeezed harder. Her fingers pushed up on her pussy with full force. She could feel the warm wetness on her fingers. Another squirt escaped. Pee flowed down to the palm of her hand. Barbara desperately hobbled to the back door, instinctively deciding that wetting herself outside, out of sight of her friends was a better option. Before she got there, Marie finally lost control, drenching her red cotton panties. A waterfall flowed through her hands onto the floor below.
Barbara stepped outside and started peeing as the cold air hit her. She peed through her silk pink boy-shorts onto the deck below. A shocked neighbour looked up at the sight of an attractive redhead in just her underwear wetting herself in public. Barbara quickly turned around, trying to stop peeing to no avail. The gardener stared at Barbara's wet butt with a powerful pee stream flowing down to her feet. Barbara finally got the door open and stepped back inside to finish emptying her bladder. Marie finished peeing first and sighed deeply with relief. Barbara could only look back helplessly at her friends as they watched her urinate on the floor. Her bladder was so full and it felt amazing to finally let go. With a final involuntary shudder, her last drips flowed through her underwear.
Marie went into the kitchen and presented Barbara with the pie. The ladies stripped off their wet undergarments and redressed to leave. Marie would need time to clean up before her son and husband got home. This dirty secret could not be discovered.
Unknown to them, Marie had other plans. She couldn't wait to show her husband the wet panties she was wearing. Would he believe that she had accidently locked the washroom? Or would he suspect something else?
Edited November 23, 2014 by fullbladder
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: This contains male desperation. Once again, it's cross-posted. I'm sorry about the wordiness and the awfully long length, and I know the desperation escalated too fast, but hopefully it's still enjoyable enough. It is male/male -- it's nothing explicit though, and doesn't go past kissing. "The Fall of the Human Bladder" shall be updated...sometime in the future.
FALLING APART
He couldn't hold it anymore. His bladder was swollen and hard under the waistband of his pants, and his achingly full abdomen was no longer capable of holding back the voluminous liquid it was containing. With a small whimper, Sol rubbed his thighs together, legs crossed tightly. He was in the middle of his Chemistry exam, and the teacher had already denied him relief two times. He was too embarrassed and resigned to ask a third.
"Oh...god.." Sol's bladder contracted hard, and a long leak streamed past. Sol squeezed himself hard. "Please, please, hold it..." he whispered to himself. As a fourteen-year old, it was quite literally the end of the world if he pissed himself in front of all of his classmates. Pressing his legs a little closer together, Sol jerked forward, a sudden spasm overtaking his tired bladder. A splash of pee hit the inside of his legs, warmly sliding down his skin. Tears brimmed Sol's eyes, dying to fall, much like the pee inside of his stomach.
"Ohh.." Sol's hand shot up. He was leaking steadily, and the front of his pants were subtly darker.
The teacher, Miss Higgins, shot him a stern look. "Again, Sol? What is it?"
"Bathroom," Sol begged. He was squirming feverishly, and was aware of the constant dampness in his boxers. "Please? I have to go so bad...I..."
Miss Higgins lowered her glasses. "I believe I've already answered that question two times."
"I know but..." his face was hot and flushed with perspiration. "I just really, really need a wee..." the words spilled out before he could register how embarrassing he sounded. He was suddenly painfully aware of the snickers filling the classroom, and his cheeks burned red with mortification.
Miss Higgins looked hesitant for a moment - and Sol's heart rose - but then she quickly shook her head. "I'm very sorry Sol, but I can't allow you to leave during a final exam. It's against the school board rules." With that, she turned briskly towards her desk, her heels clacking as she went.
Sol was left trying in vain to hold back his flood. He squirmed, he shifted, he crossed his legs, he bounced, he gripped his dick with both hands. But eventually, spurt after spurt turned into leak after leak, and before Sol could comprehend what was happening, steady, disjointed hissing sounds were filling the room. Oh, god! He was actually wetting himself...Sol's eyes watered, and he bent forward, squeezing harder. It was no use. More pee gushed out, soaking his pants and spilling onto the ground underneath him.
He was aware of the laughing eyes of all of his classmates. His face was bright red, and he was crying steadily now, unable to look at anyone as he pissed his pants like a literal five year old. After he was done, Miss Higgins actually made him sit in his wet pants until the exam ended, saying, "I still can't let you go. It's not allowed." Once the exam had been done, Miss Higgins had called his father to pick him up early or bring extra clothes.
Now, Sol's father had never been the nicest man, and although he was never quite abusive or outright mean, he was very big on being a man and not showing weakness. Always stern and rarely showing love or affection, his father had been quite unnerved by Sol's accident. Instead of offering support, he had told Sol he was acting like a girl and that that was the definition of weak. Sol could still remember the words his father had said to him before he'd went to bed that night. "My son would never do something as weak as this. You may live in this house, and I may support you with money and shelter, but you are, and never will again be considered my son."
Those words still never truly left his brain. It wasn't just his father - as a fourteen-year old, wetting himself was exactly what his classmates needed to make him an official target. Sol was bullied endlessly for wetting himself, both physically and verbally. It was something that would never get away from him, even as he distanced himself from the event.
Sol hadn't just wet himself that day. He'd also lost all of his confidence and self-respect.
"Sol!" Damien laughingly threw himself at his lean boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Sol's torso. "Hey, baby, how you doing?"
Sol pushed him away. "You sound like a hooker."
"What?" Damien pouted. "I'm just trying to greet my boyfriend lovingly."
Rolling his eyes, Sol gave Damien another shove before they began walking to Damien's car. Ever since that incident four years ago in the exam room, Sol had become hyper-aware of the activities of his bladder. He always went to the bathroom just in case, even if he didn't have to go, so an urge didn't come back to haunt him later on. He never drank a lot all at once, instead refusing to drink more than one glass of something at a time before he went to a bathroom. It was sort of an OCD, and he knew he should forget about it, but whenever he tried to just be a normal person about bodily functions, his father's words would come back to him. Weak. Girl. Sol didn't want to be any of those things, so he just settled for taking a piss nearly every hour.
Damien squeezed his shoulder. "Excited for our date?"
Sol rubbed his forehead. "Not really."
"Aw, c'mon! It's only our, what, tenth date?" Damian grinned. "The fireworks are still buzzing."
"Tenth." Sol made a noise of frustration. "And we still haven't had sex. I'm deprived."
Damien flashed him a smile. "You're the one who said you wanted to wait until you were eighteen."
"And I changed my mind," Sol practically growled.
"Not allowed," Damien sang. He patted Sol's shoulder. "It's okay. We can heavily make out afterwards."
Sol shook his head in exasperation, and Damien hooked his hand into Sol's. The two of them had been dating for almost a year now, and Sol didn't know what he would do without Damien. He himself had always had a sort of negative, boring outlook on life, but Damien was like energy and sunshine and flowers all wrapped in a happy little bundle. He loved Damian for that. For bringing some light into his life.
Sol had got into the habit of telling Damien everything. The only thing he hadn't mentioned was...well, the incident. Sol didn't think he could tell anyone that after the reaction he gotten from his father and classmates. What if Damien felt the same way? It was very possible.
After all, wetting yourself while fully conscious and awake, even at fourteen, was pretty abnormal.
"Where are we going again?" Damien asked.
"Dinner at the pizza place, and drinks afterwards." Sol bumped his hip to Damien's. "You need better memory."
Damien bumped his hip back. "And you need to smile more."
Sol frowned at the words. He followed Damien in to the car, trying not to focus on the words that he couldn't help but be slightly offended by.
+
The words were soon forgotten as Sol cuddled up with Damien at the booth at Pizza Hut. The two of them had ordered a large pizza, half-cheese (for Sol) and half topped with pepperoni, pineapple and olives (for Damien), with two extra large drinks to go with them. Sol had finished drinking his coke ages ago, and he could feel the uncomfortable fullness forming in his bladder.
Sol, being hyper-aware of his bladder, would have left for a precautionary bathroom break a long while back. But right now, Damien was holding him tightly in his lap, chin nestled on his head. He was too embarrassed to excuse himself from the comfortable position.
"Mmm, god, that tasted good. I know it's just pizza, but pizza is just so good. No matter how many times you eat it, it'll always taste like heaven." Damian curled his arms tighter around Sol. "And the dessert! I have never tasted something that good in my life. Seriously. Never."
Sol arched a brow. "Oh, really?"
Damian stopped. Then grinned. "Except you." He leaned down and kissed him. "You're even better than Pizza hut desert."
"I'm thrilled," Sol said. He shifted his bum on Damien's lap, trying to find a comfortable position. He'd always had a small bladder, and because he always went to the bathroom about a million times a day, his bladder muscles couldn't endure holding for that long. He could feel the pulsing in his lower abdomen, and the faint ache starting to form. I have to get to the bathroom...just in case...
"Hey, um, Damien?" he asked, blushing slightly.
"Yeaaah?"
"Can you let me go for a second? I need the bathroom."
Damien whined. "Must you pee? Right this moment? I'm so comfortable!"
Sol's face flushed. "It's not that I must pee. I just want to." He nudged Damien. "Let me up."
Damien let out a resigned sigh, and moved so Sol could get out. "Fine. But be back quickly." He made a face. "As cheesy as it sounds, I can't stay away from you."
Sol didn't say anything. Standing up made him aware that his bladder was more full than he thought, and there was a cramped fullness in his lower stomach that brought back memories he had shunned away. Wanting nothing more than to relieve himself, Sol hurried to the bathroom doors, his bladder already loosening at the sight of the men's loo - before it cramped back up again when Sol tugged on the door and it didn't open.
Sol made something akin to a whimpering sound (although he would never in his life admit it) and he pressed his thighs together, squirming a little. "Please open," he whispered, the fear of wetting rushing back full force even though he was still in considerable control. Sol pushed and pulled helplessly at the door handle, but the door refused to open. It stayed shut; blocking Sol from the relief he desperately craved.
"Ohh, c'mon..." Sol bounced a little, glancing around. Maybe he could escape to someplace around the plaza and use the bathroom really quick... but he didn't want Damien to realize it was urgent...
"Sir," one of the waitresses said, tapping him on the shoulder.
Sol whirled around, and made an "oomph" noise as the tingles from the ground rushed to his full bladder; the quivering organ full and round with piss. He knew it pretty pathetic to feel full after one glass of coke, but the coke had been extra large, and Sol wasn't used to holding it. He always took precaution to go every hour, so his bladder muscles had weakened considerably over the years. To top it off, he'd never had the largest bladder to begin with.
"Sorry to startle you." She smiled. "I just wanted to let you know that the bathroom is actually out of order. We must have forgotten to put on the sign." She apologized to him about the inconvenience, before sticking a a paper with the words Out of Order onto the door. Sol just bit his lip and stared at the door for an agonizingly long time, his legs pressed tight together, his body hunched slightly forward.
It wasn't that he was dying to pee. Okay, yes, he was pretty damn full, and really wanted to pee... but he could hold it for longer. It was just... this seed of fear in his gut, exploding through his body and sending him wracking with shivers. Wetting himself at fourteen had been the worst moment of his life. The rest of his high school years had been an overload of bullying and teasing, and his father's already harsh nature had only gotten harsher. It was only after they finally moved to a new state that Sol managed to put his wetting behind him to an extent.
If he wet himself now, all of the bullying and teasing would come back. Sol was sure of it.
But you can't do anything about it now. Just wait. Just go back to Damien, sit with him for awhile, and then casually suggest that you're tired and want to go home. You can pee at home - just hold it for now, Sol. Don't be a baby. Don't be weak. Don't act like a girl. Sol straightened his posture - then winced as his bladder squeezed agonizingly - before walking swiftly over to Damien.
Damien grinned when he came into view. "Hey, babe. I missed you."
"I was gone for five seconds," Sol huffed, sliding next to Damien. His bladder whimpered when it realized that it wasn't going to get the relief it craved, but Sol hushed it, and instead settled for crossing his legs tightly and smiling at Damien. "But I guess I can lie and say I missed you too. Just to make you feel better."
Damien groaned dramatically. "My poor heart!" he gasped out. "It can't take this abuse."
"Man up," Sol teased.
"I'm very manly," Damien said proudly. "I workout. Want to see pics?"
This time it was Sol's turn to groan dramatically. "You just want me to see your body."
Damien shrugged with a smile. "What can I say? I like to impress my favorite boy in the whole wide world."
Sol blushed a little at the compliment, and that was Damien's cue to swoop in for a kiss on the lips. Sol felt Damien's lips press against his own with a gentle, yet determined pressure, and his hands instinctively went around Damien's waist. However, just a second into the kiss, alarm bells went off: You need to pee. Your bladder is full. Can't you hear is sloshing and swishing inside your stomach? Sol hissed, and sucked in his stomach, tensing his thigh muscles.
Damien pulled apart immediately. Concern colored his face. "You okay?" he asked. "Did I like...hurt you somehow?"
He sounded so aggravatingly worried, and Sol wanted to blurt out, "I'm dying for a piss!" But his words were stuck in his throat, and he could only flush and look away, ignoring the fullness of his bladder in favor of saving him some embarrassment.
"Sorry," he said in a rush. "I just...um..." He scrambled to think of an excuse. "I just think I ate too much. My stomach hurts a bit."
Damien's face creased. "Oh no." He reached his hand out to push Sol's hair back. "How bad is it?"
Instantly, Sol felt guilty for lying. But he swallowed hard, and said, "A little bad. Can we cut the date short to go home?" He knew it was horrible to lie to his boyfriend, but he was hoping Damien would take him home early because of his stomach ache. Then he could pee all he wanted without worrying about out of order signs or long line ups.
"Yeah, yeah, sure." Damien's face was crumpled with worry. "You sure you're alright though? It's not an ulcer or anything, right? Want pain meds? I have Advil. I always bring Advil-"
"Damien." Sol smiled warmly. "Shut up, okay? I'm fine. It just hurts a bit because of all that pizza."
"Sure?" Damien pressed. "You've ate more than that before and your stomach never hurt before. Are you sure it's not a virus? What if it's food poisoni-"
"It's not," Sol practically snapped, his overfull bladder making him quickly irritable. He quickly clenched his legs back together, rocking a little. "I just want to rest, Geez. Is that too much to ask?" He knew he was being rude to Damien without any necessity, but his bladder was cramping and pulsing, his heart was pounding with fear, and the lie was making him sweat anxiously.
Damien looked highly offended. "I was just worried," he said. "You don't have to be a prick about it."
Sol swallowed, closing his eyes. His bladder sent urgent waves up his body, his poor abdomen containing what felt like an ocean. "I'm sorry," he said in a tired voice, eyes still closed, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands. "I just...my stomach hurts, okay?" His voice broke a little - mostly because he was so scared about wetting himself. He knew Damien would dump him if that happened. Nobody wanted a baby for a boyfriend.
Damien must have sensed his pain, even if he thought it was from the stomachache, and leaned forward to tenderly kiss him on the cheek. "Sorry, babe. I know you're in pain. Let's take you home." Damien waved to the woman to pay for the bill, before wrapping his arms around Sol and pulling him close. He helped him up, and the moment Sol stood upright, his bladder contracted in agony.
Sol's eyes widened, and one hand automatically slipped down to give himself a hard squeeze. Sol practically trembled in Damien's arms, hand still burying in his crotch to stop a leak from happening. That was close... his heart squeezed with fear, the fear of wetting himself, the fear of being abandoned clinging to his mind. Luckily, Damien didn't notice him grabbing himself. His chin rested on Sol's head, and he assumed the shivering was from his stomachache. "C'mon," he said, gently pulling him along. "Let's go home, okay?"
Sol just nodded, still frozen with fear. He removed his hand once more, but was forced to rub his legs together desperately as he was pulled along by Damien. As they left the room, his bladder once more squeezed, as if asking, We're leaving without using a bathroom? Sol just told it to shut up, moaned softly, and let himself be dragged outside of the pizza place. The sky had darkened across the city, stripping the light blue to a mix of oranges and pinks.
The air was chillier than before, and Sol shivered, curling into Damien. Each step sent frantic jolts to his bladder, and before they even reached their car, Sol was clenching all of his muscles to hold everything back, the tops of his thighs grinding together as discretely as possible. He was attempting to crush his dick between his legs when Damien asked him, "You cold? You keep moving around."
"Yeah," Sol squeaked out; his face turned scarlet. "And...yeah. Cold."
Damien smiled. "I'd give you a jacket if I had one."
He knew Damien was trying to be sweet, but Sol couldn't talk sweet with him right now. His bladder felt like it was containing the entire contents of the pool in his backyard, pushing and prodding petulantly to be let out. Sol whimpered quietly, tensing his stomach and begging himself to hold it in. Don't pee...don't pee....don't think about peeing... Sol's bladder nudged a little, and Sol's legs tangled tighter together. It was horribly difficult to walk like that, but he hoped Damien chocked it up to the stomachache.
When they reached the car, Sol practically dove into the backseat. If he sat at the front, he would have had to stay discrete. The back gave him full privacy. The moment he was behind tinted windows, he squeezed himself harshly, squirming into the seat. His hand pressed against his crotch, pinching himself close tightly. "Ohhh..." he let out a soft moan. The front door opened, and Damien slid in, looking confused.
"Sol?"
"In the back," Sol practically groaned out.
"The back?" Damien started the car, pulling out of the parking lot. "How come?"
"Just tired," Sol lied. "I...my stomach hurts, so I thought if I wanted to lie down..."
"Oh."
The reply was curt; almost hurt. But Sol couldn't care about whether Damien was hurt or not. All he could care about was his bladder; his full and bursting bladder. He leaned forward, biting his lip harshly as his other hand joined him in his lap, squeezing rhythmically. His abdomen sloshed and pulsed with desire; but Sol just strapped on his seat belt, squirming feverishly, and told it to calm down.
He didn't care what it took, or how much pain he was in. He was not going to wet himself.
His eyes anxiously darted to the window, where trees blurred past him. The ride to his house was about ten minutes from the pizza place - ten minutes. That wasn't that long. He could it hold it for ten minutes. His bladder thought otherwise, sending a desperate wave of agony through Sol's body. Sol whimpered, and hunched forward, both hands squeezing harshly through the fabric of his jeans. His hands were clammy and sweaty, and he clawed desperately at his crotch, trying to stop a flood from happening.
Damien must have heard the whimper. "Is it that bad?" He asked from the front, voice filled with concern.
Sol gasped softly as his bladder replied with an urgent yes, a spurt of pee spilling from his bladder and into the fabric of his boxers. The pee was warm and moist, and incredibly nice to let out, but it sent Sol into a deep pit of fear. Both his hands squeezed harder, and he shifted his bum on the seat, bending forward deeply. Don't wet yourself, he pleaded to his bladder. You're going to lose everything if you do. Sol writhed in his seat, pale and moaning with desperation.
Damien asked again, more urgently, "Sol? You okay? Do you want me to pull over?"
Yes, please-fucking-yes.
An idea shot through Sol's brain, and he straightened up, still squeezing himself hard. "Um, can you actually pull over?" he managed in a tight, strained voice. "I don't feel good...kind of nauseous... " That wasn't a lie - he did feel sick from worry and fear. But this ploy would work perfectly - Sol could go to a bathroom to "throw up" while actually peeing. It was fool-proof, and the mere thought of letting go excited him.
Damien nodded, and said, "As soon as I see an exit, I'll pull over."
Although still incredibly full, Sol nearly groaned from relief. He couldn't wait to release his poor bladder into the toilet. The thought about whipping himself out and wetting like no tomorrow sent a leak streaming through his bladder, and Sol straightened up hurriedly, his hands buried in his lap, squeezing like there was no tomorrow. Oh god, hold it, hold it... He could feel tears stinging his eyes; one hand cradled his full bladder protectively, while the other tried to clench back his flood.
"Pull over," he whimpered desperately.
Damien started saying, "Oka-" but it was cut off with, "Oh, shit." The car rode for a moment, before coming to an abrupt stop.
Sol bent forward, eyes filling with tears. Why were they stopping? There was no rest stop here. Why had they stopped? Why wasn't the car moving, dammit?
"Babe," Damien said. "I'm really sorry about this, but...I think we just hit traffic. I know you don't feel well, um, but...there's a spare bag in the trunk if you feel like queasy and-"
This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. Sol's worst nightmare was coming true - hitting him straight in the gut of his abdomen. Sol arched his back as his bladder pounded, both hands crumpled against his crotch, shaking and trembling and writhing with need. He hitched his hips forward; before shifting back and forth, rocking at a feverish state to hold everything in. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. Please, it can't...
It was happening, and the situation hit Sol hard.
He could feel the tears wetting his cheeks, in his haze of fear and desperation. Both of his hands were permanently glued to the crotch of his jeans; his legs moved rapidly, fanning in and out, and his hips rocked from side to side in an awkward attempt to hold everything in.
"You okay?" Damien called back. "Please, sweetie. Answer me."
Answer him. Answer him, Sol.
Sol opened his mouth, but all he could choke out was a ragged sob. He was so scared; his whole body was not only trembling with desperation, but immense fear. He knew what would happen if he wet himself. Damien would walk away from him. He would look at him with disgust, call him a baby, and dump him for someone more mature and responsible. He would tell everyone at school how he'd pissed himself. The whole school would start bullying him again, and it would get around to his father and-
"No," Sol whimpered; his whole body was curled against the seat, and he moved to sit so his heel pressed against his crotch, trying to shove all of his pee into his bloated bladder.
"Are you okay?" Damien had an iron grip on the steering wheel. "It sounds like you're in too much pain. Babe, I'm taking you to the ER, okay?"
"No!" Sol gasped out. "No, please, don't." He couldn't go to the ER. He didn't want to prolong relief longer than he had to.
"But you sound like you're in so much pain," Damien babbled, feeling helpless up front. "I can hear your crying, and, please, baby, maybe there's something wrong."
Everything is wrong, but it's not medical. Or maybe it was medical. Maybe there was something wrong with him. Other people never had these kinds of problems at seventeen, did they? Sol moaned loudly, body wrenching forward, hands jammed in his crotch. His boxers were wet and damp, encouraging the rest of his bladder to pour over them. Sol winced and squeezed and wriggled. He couldn't give in. He couldn't-
Traffic freed. All at once, Damien was driving smoothly down the highway. "We're out of traffic," Damien breathed in relief. "Okay, hang on. I'm taking you to the hospital."
"No!" Sol begged. "I just want to go home."
"But you sound like you're dying," Damien proclaimed. "I don't want you to go home if it's something serious."
"Damien, please." Sol couldn't argue with him about this. He didn't have the energy or concentration to debate. His whole body was shaking in agony, his bladder feeling swollen and rounded with pee. After a moment of agonizing silence, Damien finally said, "Fine. Home. But if the Advil I give you doesn't work, I'm taking you the hospital."
Yes! "Thank you," Sol said in his ever-strained voice, bucking his hips forward once more. He forgot completely about pulling over for an exit, and as his house was only five minutes away now, Sol knew there was no point. He knew all he could do now was hold everything back in in one final test of willpower.
The five minutes ticked by in seemingly slow motion as Sol held it all in. His legs were wrapped around each other like a pretzel, and his thighs were squeezed roughly together, both hands wedged between them. He was rocking and squirming in a frantic, hectic pace, his whole body curled forward, shrunken into itself. Sol couldn't fathom why one glass of coke - no matter how large - could make him this desperate.
Until it hit him.
Before he'd left for Damien's care, he'd drunk half of his water bottle. He'd planned on going pee as soon as they reached the pizza place, but he'd gotten so distracted by Damien and the food that he'd forgotten - not that it would have mattered anyway, with the bathrooms being out of order. But it made suddenly made way more sense why he was so desperate, and Sol cursed himself silently, frantically, on why he was such an idiot.
You were supposed to be careful, Sol grinded his hands into his crotch harder; almost painfully harshly, as if he was punishing himself. How could you be so stupid and let this happen?
The next few moments were of self-deprecation and utter, torturous desperation. All Sol wanted was sweet relief, but all he could was keep his bladder locked in with the waistband of his jeans, the belt strapped securely around his abdomen reminding him that he couldn't release a drop. Not that he'd listened. He'd released more than a few drops, and his boxers were feeling the wetness. Sol glanced down with a blurry, tearful gaze, thanking the gods that no wetness was showing on the jeans of his crotch.
"We're here," Damien said loudly, practically jumping out of the car.
Sol's head whipped up; relief swarmed his body in a furious rush of exhilaration. They were in his driveway - in the driveway that led to his quaint little house that had a quaint little bathroom. And then - all at once - horror settled deep in his stomach, along with his full bladder. Sol had planned to act composed when Damien came around to open his door, but all his composure left the window when he saw the lights on in his house.
His father was home.
His father was home.
He was supposed to have a late shift at work.
Everything crumpled around him; he broke into a tearful mess, hands squeezing, pale and shaking with desperation.
His father didn't know about Damien. He didn't even know Sol was gay (lest he kill Sol for being such an abomination). And now? He knew his father was going to stand there and interrogate him, and Sol wasn't sure he could hold in his pee to that point. He wasn't even sure he could survive the whole situation. Helpless and lost, his eyes blurred as his crying got louder, both his hands squeezing to hold in his painfully full bladder.
I have to pee. I have to pee. I have to pee so bad - someone make it stop.
He hated himself at that moment. For being gay, for having a small bladder, for being so stupid as to let it get this bad.
And then there were arms around him - warm, strong arms wrapping around his back, and soft, hushed kisses against his forehead. "Oh, baby," he heard Damien say through a haze of desperation and fear. "Why didn't you say you needed to go so bad? Why didn't you tell me you needed to pee?" He knew Damien was clicking the pieces together - the lies about the stomachache, his reluctance to go the ER. But when Sol's eyes met his, there was no anger; just worry and encouragement.
"Dami-ien-" Sol was still shaking, but he felt a long leak stream into his pants. "I'm so - I'm so sorry - but I need to..." he curled deeply, whimpering as he forced his bladder to hold everything in.
"I know what you need now," Damien whispered softly. "C'mon. Let's get you inside and to the bathroom. You can do it."
Damien didn't understand. His father was home.
"I can't," Sol moaned. Another long stream of piss squeezed out from his tightly clenched hands, and to Sol's horror, the wetness was starting to show on his jeans. "Please, no," he begged. "Please, Damien, make it stop. I can't - I can't -"
"Stop crying, please," Damien whispered. "You're going to make yourself sick."
"Stop it," he pleaded again. "Stop it." He wasn't sure who he was talking about - Damien or his bladder. Both, maybe. There was a moment of tense silence; Sol groaned, clawing at his crotch, desperately trying to hold it all back. Then, in another moment, Damien's hand cupped his groin and squeezed. The sudden, stronger hand's grip stopped his trickling leaks short.
"There, babe. I stopped it." Damien's voice was filled with sadness.
"Don't let go," Sol pleaded. "I can't wet myself. I can't."
Damien was horrified at the way Sol begged to him; the frantic pleading in his eyes, the horrible fear on his face. Damien didn't care if Sol soaked his pants - he just wanted his boyfriend to be happy. But he knew, right now, that if Sol wet himself, it was going to be a long road to getting Sol to smile ever again. He wasn't sure why, but he knew his boyfriend, and he knew that Sol needed to get to a bathroom fast.
"C'mon," He lifted Sol up as carefully as he could out of the car, his one hand still awkwardly clenching Sol's dick. He felt embarrassed for doing such a thing to his boyfriend - forcing him to hold back his pee - but he knew that was what Sol wanted. Blowing out an air of breath, he tried to get Sol into the house.
"No!" Sol was crying. "We can't go in. My father's in there. He's going to kill me."
"What?" Damien felt his heart thrashing wildly against his chest. He knew Sol's father was kind of rude and cold toward his son, but now he was starting to worry to what extent. Sol looked so scared, his petite form trembling and shaking in Damien's arms. "It's okay," Damien whispered quietly into his ear. "I have a plan." Anything to comfort his boyfriend. "We'll just sneak into the backyard, and you can water the garden, okay?" He felt his voice go softer. "Your father won't know, and you can go in and introduce me as a friend, not a boyfriend."
Sol whimpered; his bladder contracted, and a bit of pee leaked out, spilling forward. He knew Damien could feel it, and he buried his head into Damien's shoulder. "I'm so sorry," he said. "I'm so sorry." That was all he kept saying, and each I'm sorry hurt every piece that made up Damien's heart. He couldn't stand it. With a determined expression, Damien started forward for the backyard.
But before he could take a step, Sol's gasped out, "No," and froze.
Damien, for a moment, thought Sol was going to wet himself. But then he followed Sol's eyes and there stood Sol's father, dressed in a suit, standing on the driveway with an expression of absolute disgust.
"No, no, no." Sol's eyes squeezed shut, trying to block away the world around him. This couldn't be happening - it couldn't.
Damien was suddenly aware that he was holding onto Sol's dick in front of Sol's father, and in sudden embarrassment, his hand flew off. The lack of pressure tipped Sol over the edge; before Sol could get a chance to get his own hands back on his crotch, pee gushed out full force, soaking his boxers and seeping through his jeans. Sol's hands scrambled for his crotch, trying to hold it back again, but his weakened muscles were over containing pee - even with tightly clenched hands, the wetness pooled down Sol's jeans, dripping and cascading down his legs. Sol couldn't believe it.
Everything he had worked for went down the train. All of the precaution he had taken the last few years to never wet himself again had gone to waste - and now he was standing in his own piss, his father in front of him, his life about to spiral downwards once more.
"Sol, it's okay-" Damien started.
Sol couldn't hear him. He couldn't hear the comfort, because he knew Damien was going to break up with him. He stumbled backwards, breathing raggedly, crying so hard his lungs heaved for a break. "I'm sorry," he whimpered out. "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
Sol's father just stared at him, eyes hard and unforgiving. "You're gay," he finally snarled out. "I knew it. Get out of my house and never come back."
"No." Sol covered his face with his hands. "Please, dad, no-"
"Get out." Sol's father's voice was cold. "And take your faggot boyfriend with you." The words were cruelly said - the meaning of the words even crueler. Sol tried to apologize, but all he could hear was a loud ringing in his head, a loud chorus of voices saying, You're so stupid. You're so stupid. You're so stupid. His whole body was vibrating, trembling from head to toe, and he was heaving as he cried.
"Hush, please," Damien's voice was thick with tears, even as he held them back. He tried to wrap his arms around Sol, but Sol jerked away.
"No!" Sol pleaded. "Go away. I'm gross and disgusting, I know that."
"No, Sol..." Damien's face was clouded with concern. He reached for his boyfriend, and this time, when he tried to jerk away, he forced him close, pressing their bodies together. "Shhhh... calm down," he said as calmly as he could. "I think you're having a panic attack. Just try to take a deep breath, okay?" He didn't know what was going on, or why Sol was acting this way, but he knew he loved his boyfriend. He knew that much.
He loved Sol.
"I love you," Damien said, peppering Sol's tear-streaked face with kisses. "I love you, please. Please don't say you're gross."
"But I am." Sol could hardly comprehend what was happening. He just felt so weak and exhausted and torn apart. His brain was foggy and strained with the psychological trauma of the bullying from when he was younger, and it swirled painfully in his gut, the fear making him sick. He was hardly aware of his wet jeans clinging to his legs, and was barely aware of the sweet, "I love you's" coming from Damien's mouth.
All he knew was that he stupid, and gross, and disgusting, and that he didn't have a father anymore.
"I'm sorry," Sol finally whimpered out into Damien's chest. Damien just held him tightly, the both of them standing there in place. The night was cool and quiet aside from a few chirping birds, the tree branches rustling and creaking. Sol's sobs quieted down, until he was resting sleepily on Damien's chest, eyes closing from exhaustion. "I'm sorry," he kept mumbling, even as he stilled. "So sorry for everything."
Damien didn't say anything. He just held his boyfriend until Sol's body stopped trembling. When the boy fell asleep on him, he gently lifted him into the car, buckling his seat belt up for him before driving to his own apartment. He was a year older, so he went to university and lived in residency. He had a single room - no roommates - so he knew they could be alone there.
The drive was painful for Damien. His whole body had clenched up, and nausea had crept up to his throat. He had never seen his boyfriend that way before. He'd never seen Sol lose himself like that, and he'd never seen Sol call himself those awful names. Was wetting himself really that big of a deal? Damien didn't think it was. He really didn't. Yeah, it was a bit unusual, but he knew he would never judge Sol because of a mere wetting.
That wasn't how relationships worked. Surely, Sol knew that?
And then Sol's father. Damien couldn't think about it anymore; his own eyes were burning with tears that he refused to let fall. He hated Sol's father at that moment.
Sol deserved he world, and his father sure as hell wasn't even a third of that.
When they arrived to Damien's apartment, Damien lifted the boy bridal style and carried him to his empty bed. Getting a pair of his old sweatpants, he carefully peeled down Sol's jeans and boxers. He knew Sol would be embarrassed about it later, but he didn't want the jeans to chafe Sol's legs, so he carefully replaced Sol's pants and boxers with his own pair. They were a bit loose around Sol's waist, but Damien could careless.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he stroked Sol's hair back, staring at him with fondness and sadness. "I'm sorry," he whispered quietly. "I'm sorry this happened to you."
Sol didn't reply, fast asleep. At least his breathing had evened out. Damien took a quick shower, before changing into a pair of pajamas and slipping into the bed next to Sol. He wrapped his arms around Sol, pulling him close, and letting the other snuggle into his chest. He held him tightly - protectively - trying to shield him from everything that could hurt him. "You're okay," he told him. "You'll be okay."
Sol would be okay. He had some issues that needed to be worked out, but Damien would help him through it.
Damien would help Sol realize what a wonderful person he was, and he would help Sol get over the crushing words from his father.
"I love you," Damien whispered into Sol's neck, kissing him softly on the cheek.
They would be okay.
He closed his eyes, and curled up close.
He would make sure of that.
Edited November 23, 2014 by Pan
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A series of short stories about Penny during episodes. If you have any scenarios you want to see, in these episodes or others, let me know. More stories to follow soon.
Chapter 1: Monster Lake
In Scotland, Penny decided to set up a tracking device to study the lake. As she worked, she felt pressure on her bladder. Penny tried not to notice, but the urge to pee became strong. Finally, she had to cross her legs and hold herself. Penny could no longer think about anything else and it became even worse as she looked at the lake. "I really have to go," she thought. "What should I do?"
Penny looked around desperately. There was nothing but the trees and bushes around. "I'll have to go there," she said. She ran behind a tree, looking around to confirm she was all alone. She stood in front of the tree and grabbed her pants. A sound startled her and she looked around in alarm. Penny then saw it was just a small animal. Calming down, she returned her attention to the tree.
She unzipped her pants and pulled them down. Penny let them fall to her ankles as she lowered her underwear to her ankles as well. Then she pulled on her folds and relaxed. A powerful stream of urine flowed from her, arching waist high and splattering the base of the tree. Penny sighed in relief, glad she was alone as the peeing became louder. She allowed herself to enjoy the sensation of growing feel of relief, the freeing feeling of peeing outside and the tinking sound she made.
Finally her peeing slowed to a soft trickle, then a few drops came out and the peeing stopped. Some of Penny's pee dripped down the side of the tree into the large, foamy, yellow puddle she made. Still naked from the waist down, Penny looked around for leaves to use. She picked some leaves from a branch on the tree. "They look safe to use," she said. Penny wiped the drops of urine on her, then pulled on her underwear and pants and zipped up. She walked back, smiling, fully relieved and able to focus on her investigation.
Chapter 2: Amusement Park
At the amusement park, Penny was looking for the hidden bomb when she felt the call of nature. She decided to take a pee break and went to find a bathroom. But she saw a line for the bathroom. "Maybe if I just focus on the search, I'll be alright," she thought, walking on. But the feeling got worse as time went on. When she paused, she had to hold her legs together. "I can't think," she said. "I have to go now." She ran around the park, looking for a place to pee, but there were too many people.
Then she saw the ferris wheel. She saw she would be all alone there and she could tinkle in peace. She wouldn't normally do something so drastic, but she was too desperate to think properly. The line was short, but for Penny, it seemed to take a long time, her desperation becoming worse as minutes passed. She kept her legs discreetly together. Finally, she got on the ride. Making sure she was out of sight, Penny unzipped, then pulled her pants and underwear to her ankles and crouched down.
Penny stopped holding her pee in and let it rush out in a golden cascade. Penny sighed in relief. Then she could think properly. Getting an idea, Penny opened her computer book, letting nature to care of the rest. "I can get a better view and trace of the bomb up here," she said. The book pointed to a direction. Penny looked over the side. "There are traces of dynamite near where Uncle Gadget won the panda bear," she observed. Her peeing lasted for a bit longer, then slowed and stopped. Penny now looked at the puddle she made, wondering if she was too drastic. But there were more important things to worry about now.
She managed to wipe her vagina clean, but knew she couldn't do anything about the puddle. Penny pulled on her underwear and zipped her pants and quickly got off and ran away before anyone noticed her. She went off to the area she noticed, hopping to find the bomb in time.
Chapter 3: Volcano Island
At the beach, Penny enjoyed the success of another assignment by swimming in the ocean. After awhile, she noticed the water was affecting her bladder. She figured she would find a bathroom and went on to shore. However, there was no sign of a bathroom and Penny considered her options. "The beach is too open," she said. She looked back at the ocean and thought about letting go in the water. "No one would notice if I'm underwater," she thought.
Penny had never peed in the ocean before, but she reasoned, as she walked in, if she could pee on trees, she should learn to use the ocean. "What if I have to go during an assignment that involves the ocean?" she wondered. Penny walked around, looking for a good spot. She came to a sandbar. "It could be like going on land," thought Penny. She climbed on it and crouched down, wondering if she should pull her suit down. "It wouldn't make much difference," she figured, leaving it on.
Now Penny tried to focus on peeing. This position reminded her of peeing on land and the water hitting her increased her desperation. As she focused on the water hitting her, Penny felt a little pee hit her suit and the water started to feel warm. It was a nice feeling and Penny could pee into her suit and the ocean at full force. She enjoyed the water becoming warm and spreading around her. Penny rose a bit and the water frothed and bubbled as her stream came to the surface. She lowered herself again, finishing her pee with her vagina and stream well underwater.
Then she could no longer feel herself peeing. Penny swam back, leaving the warm spot. "I guess if I'm wearing clothes, I might as well just go in them as well," she thought. She gave it a try later, with a change of clothes nearby. Penny submergered herself and managed to pee into her underwear and pants. When she finished, she went to get changed, thinking. "At least I can go like that if I have to," she thought. "But maybe, if no one's around, I'll try aiming into the water instead if I don't have to be in the water."
Chapter 4: The Pharaoh
Penny walked across the desert to reach the Egyptain tomb. Across the way, she came upon an oasis filled with water, surrounded by green trees. Penny drank plenty of water and continued on. After awhile, she realized she drank too much too fast. Her bladder was full and Penny needed to pee. "I should have gone on the tree," she said. She looked around. There was nothing but sand in the open area. "I'll hold it until I get to town," she said.
As she walked, the urge to pee kept getting stronger. "I'm not going to make it," she said. She looked around desperately. She came to a decision. "Well, I'm all alone here and it doesn't seem likely anyone would find me here. So I'll stand and go on the sand here." Penny unzipped, then lowered her pants and underwear to her ankles. She adjusted her folds and allowed the pee she was holding in to flow out and hit the sand. Penny sighed in relief as she watched her stream arch over and hit a spot some feet in front of her, bathing a beetle and causing the sand to dampen and a bubbly, yellow puddle appeared.
As her peeing continued, Penny decided to have some fun. Moving her folds and hips, she was able to use the stream to write letters and draw shapes. She succeded in writing her name. "That could be useful," Penny thought. "It might be a good way to leave messages. I'll have to practice it more." She made sure to remember to practice writing with her pee whenever she got the chance.
Chapter 5: Gone Went The Wind
In the far north, Penny was walking through the snow to find the mad scentist's base. Even though her surroundings her cold, she still had to stay hydrated, so she drank plenty of water. Soon Penny felt the effects of drinking so much filling her bladder. "I really don't want to have go out here," she thought, knowing how cold it would be. She tried to hold it, but as the minutes passed, she realized it was hopeless. Penny weighed her options. She could go in her pants and not not expose her vagina to the cold, but knew the stain she made would freeze quickly. There was only one thing to do.
Penny took her gloves off to get a better grip as she pulled her pants and underwear down and pulled on her folds. Then a nice yellow stream flowed from her onto the white snow, painting it yellow. Penny sighed in rellief and tried to focus only on the wonderful feeling of peeing outside, but as her relief grew, the feeling of the cold became too apparent. Penny shivered as a cold wind blew against her smooth vagina and fingers. She had never felt so cold down there. "I wish I could warm up," Penny thought. Then she remembered the nice warm feeling from peeing in the ocean.
She touched the stream and felt wonderful warmth through her fingers. Penny then touched the frozen areas around her folds, causing her to feel nice and warm down there. As Penny relaxed, able to enjoy the fun of peeing outside, she remembered the idea of writing with her urine and practiced. Moving her body around, Penny was able write in yellow letters "I love peeing, Penny." Then she traced a heart around "love." With a laugh, Penny finished, wiping herself clean, and got dressed, continuing on her way.
Chapter 6: Unhenged
Penny was captured near Stonehedge. Although she was able to escape, the anixiety of the experience was too much for her bladder. Already, Penny was having trouble thinking about anything but peeing. She looked around for ideas but the only thing she could hide behind was one of the stones. "I can't go on something so old," she thought. She tried to think of something else, but came up with nothing. "I can't take this anymore," she said. "There's no other choice," She got behind a stone and unzipped her pants and brought them and her underwear to her ankles as she crouched down.
She remembered the saying when you gotta go, you gotta go and with that in mind, Penny relaxed and peed onto the stone, watching it drip down the side onto the ground. Penny justified this, remembering another saying which stated peeing is normal and a natural thing and nothing to ashamed of. Penny had used this philosphy a lot, not minding tinkling anywhere outside. She had even come to accept this was a very fun thing to do and something she looked forward to. Penny even admitted that peeing secertly onto an old moument was fun as well.
Then she heard someone coming. Penny hurried, pressing the urine out faster, peeing in full force. After a few seconds, it slowed and Penny pushed out the last spurts, then with nothing to clean with, shook her hips and pulled her underwear and pants up. She zipped her pants and hid out of sight as MAD agents gathered in the circle.
Chapter 7: No Flies on Us
In Maylasia, Penny was following Inspector Gadget and MAD to a temple. She was wearing a green robe. Arriving the temple, she hid behind the bushes and waited. Soon, she felt her bladder become heavy, likely brought on from the swimming she had to do. Penny decided to pee here. She tried to lift the robe, but found it too tight. She struggled, but only fell over.
"What am I going to do?" she wondered. The feeling in her bladder was too distracting. She couldn't carry on like this, nor did she want to invesigate in a wet robe. There was only one thing to do. Penny undid the robe, taking everything off, leaving her only in her underwear, which she pulled to her ankles and crouched down.
Completely naked, Penny felt exposed, but it seemed the bushes hid her well enough. She relaxed and peed onto the grass, keeping alert for any sounds. For over a minute, there was nothing but the sound of her peeing. Finally she finished, cleaning with the bush leaves. Penny pulled up her underwear and tied the robe back on, making a mental note to practice peeing with tight robes.
Chapter 8: Sleeping Gas
In the Boa Boa Islands, Penny walked on the beach, looking for clues to find the source of the sleeping gas being made. As she walked, she saw and heard the splashing of the ocean nearby. It had a strong effect on Penny, as it reminded her of a need to pee. "I wish I had gone before I left," she said. Knowing she shouldn't work on a full bladder, Penny decided to relieve herself nearby. With no bathrooms, Penny went into the nearby foliage. As Penny examined a bush, she saw the texture of the leaves wasn't right and what looked like something hollow in the center. A sweet odor came from them.
"Sleeping gas," realized Penny, running out onto the beach. She considered what to do with her predictiment. "I can't hold my breath long enough to get near the plants and I can't hold it in either." Her urge to pee was now getting stronger. Penny guessed she would have to pee in the open on the beach. Not that she really minded. Her adventures showed her how fun peeing outside was. She enjoyed thinking about where she could tinkle at in the different environments. Then Penny looked back at the ocean. She remembered peeing in the ocean and decided to go here.
As she walked to the shore, she wondered if she should submerge herself or take her clothes off. Then Penny remembered an idea of aiming into the water from land. "That's it. I'll try that," she said. She took off her shoes and socks and rolled up her pants so they were high enough when she wadded ankle deep. Then she unzipped, lowered her pants and underwear and adjusted her folds. Penny relaxed and heard the sound of peeing and water splashing. She sighed in relief and looked down as her pee trickled out her slit and hit the water. Penny giggled as she made the water froth and bubble.
As her tinkling continued, Penny decided to have some fun. Moving her stream around, she made warm, bubbly spots in the water all around her. When her peeing finished, Penny bent down and splashed her vagina clean with water, pulled on her underwear and pants, zipped, and climbed onto the beach, putting on her socks and shoes. Feeling content and fully relieved, Penny continued her search, also looking forward to where her pee adventures would take her next. |
Chapter 1
Penny was at home, watching tv and drinking soda. She was surprised she to see she drank it all very quickly. Soon, she had to pee and went to the bathroom, only to find it being used. Penny stood with her legs together and waited. Her desperation quickly got worse. She could feel warm drops damping her underwear. She considered peeing in her pants and get changed. "That would mean defeat," she said. "I never give up." Penny went off to find a spot suitable for tinkling. None of the rooms had any promised. In the kitchen, she wondered about peeing in the sink. Then she looked outside.
Penny saw a large tree. Then she thought about peeing in the grass behind the tree. She hadn't peed outside before, but thought she'd give it a try. Penny walked outside and hid behind the tree. Her back to the tree, Penny unzipped her green pants and pulled them to her ankles and lowered her underwear. Not sure what to do next, Penny sat on the grass and relaxed. She heard herself peeing and looked down to see a yellow stream rushing out between her folds, the grass around her becoming damp. She closed her eyes and sighed in relief. Then she felt herself get wet. Penny opened her eyes and saw she was sitting in her growing puddle. Sighing, Penny got up and after an attempt to clean up, gave up and got dressed, going to the bathroom to proplery clean up. "I'll have to practice going outside," she said.
So every chance she got, Penny went outside and peed on the tree, finally managing to crouch down and stay dry. Still, she wondered about a more convienent method, so she experimented with standing. Her pants and underwear out of the way, Penny would let her pee flow freely while she moved her folds. Finally, Penny found a way to pull her folds so her peeing narrowed to an arch that hit a spot in front of her. Satisified, Penny vowed to use this method when she could.
Chapter 2: Down on the Farm
When Penny got to the farm to find mad's missile base, she felt her bladder becoming full. "I guess I should have gone before I left," she said. She tried to remain calm and think about her options. "I guess I could go outside somewhere." She set off, but found a lot of open spaces. She went through the buildings, but found nothing. Penny didn't feel right about peeing where the animals kept. She wanted her own space. As Penny ran around the field, she paused, legs together and looked around desperately. Then she saw a large haystack. Gratefully, Penny walked to it.
She was relieved to see it hid her. She unzipped, then holding her pants up, looked both ways and behind her, making sure no one was looked. Then she peeked around both sides of the haystack. Sure she was all alone, Penny smiled and looked directly at the haystack and let her pants fall freely to her ankles, pulling her underwear all the way down as well. Then she pulled on her folds and let nature do the rest. Penny sighed in relief as a large, golden stream gushed out, arced at her waist and hit the haystack, damping a spot as pee slid down the sides.
Penny giggled at the tickling feeling as her pee continued to rush out her vagina, tickling it. At long last, her stream slowed to a trickle. Penny pushed out a few squirts and let the last drops drip onto the puddle around her. Relieved, Penny cleaned up with napkins from her bag, pulled up her underwear and pants, and zipped up. She went back to her mission, satisfied her personal mission was a success.
Chapter 3: Bermuda Triangle
On the ship, Penny had to tinkle, but was determined to find the mystery of the vainishing ships. Then she was thrown into a sub above the water by an agent. It was a small sub with room for only one seat. Now she was surrounded by water as far as the eye could see. "I have to focus on the assignment," said Penny. But her mind kept going to the water, which in her mind, seemed to splash and flow loudly. Penny let a few drops leak into her underwear, but it only intensified her desire for relief.
"I'm not going to make it," she said. She tried to compose herself and think. "I don't think I could get into the water from here. I could go in my pants and say I was in the water." She looked for a hatch or bucket, but found nothing. Then she looked at the dome above her. "I guess that might work." Penny unzipped and pulled her pants and underwear down and sat on the floor. She leaned back and pulled her folds apart and released a stream that hit the dome. She sighed in relief and was amazed by how she could pee in this position. Curious, she held her folds, which felt soft and delicate in her fingers, and pulled them in different directions like one up and one down and one closer or farther to the other.
Penny found she could make drawings on the dome. She traced shapes like a star and circle, blushing and giggling at doing something so private she could never do at home. The stream died down and Penny looked at the stain in her underwear and pants. "It's not much." She used her watch to remove the pee drawings and got dressed. She was glad she went swimming later, which washed her pants and underwear.
Chapter 4: Luck of the Irish
After the mission in Ireland, Penny had some time to herself, so she was in the field. She picked up a four-leaf clover. Soon after, she realized she had to use the bathroom. Penny looked around. "It's a little too open for me." She walked around and found a castle. Going inside, Penny didn't see any bathroom, so she climbed the stairs and came out on a wall. "Maybe I can go over the wall," she thought. Penny thought she could aim her pee over the side. Then she noticed an opening.
As Penny drew near, she looked down and saw the Blarney Stone. "Should I?" she wondered. Then she pulled out her four-leaf clover. She smiled. "I guess I have the luck of the Irish on my side," said Penny. She still might have had doubts, but remembered when you have to go, you have to go. Unzipping, Penny pulled her pants and underwear to her ankles and crouched down. Aiming over the edge, she relaxed and let watched as her pee emptied over the side like a waterfall.
Penny let the stream hit the Blarney Stone, giggling at the sight of a bubbly yellow puddle appearing. Then she moved her body around and made the stream draw Xs meaning kisses around the Blarney Stone. Then she let the rest fall further over the side, becoming drops and pooling around a spot far below. Finishing her tinkling, Penny shook herself dry and pulled on her underwear and pants and zipped up. She admired her handiwork and used her watch to erase all Xs and left the scene. When she got outside, Penny went under the Blarney Stone and found where the rest of her pee had landed. Smiling, Penny decided to leave that puddle where it was and went to enjoy the rest of her day.
Chapter 5: Do Unto Udders & Gadget at the Circus
As Penny hid in the milk truck driven by MAD to dicover the lack of milk and MAD's overpriced milk, she felt pressure on her bladder. Penny tried to ignore it, but it quickly got too much. "I can't just go on the floor. I'll be heard." She regretted not taking her special empty water bottle with her. "That gives me an idea," she said. She picked up one of the milk bottles. "I think I should empty some of it." She poured half the milk out and unzipped her pants. Lowering her pants and underwear so her vagina was exposed, Penny placed the bottle up to her and let out the pee she was holding in.
She sighed in relief as she watched the milk turn yellow and the bottle fill up, the sound of peeing muffled by the bottle half full. Penny closed her eyes and fondly remembered the first time she peed in a bottle. At the circus, Penny was watching the suspicious ringmasters wagon when she had to pee. "I don't want to miss anything. But I really have to go. I don't think I should leave any sign I was here, so I can't go on the ground." She looked desperately through her bag for an idea and pulled out an empty water bottle. "I never used a bottle before, but I guess I should try."
Quietly unzipping her pants and lowering them, Penny pulled her underwear down, exposing her vagina. She placed the bottle to her slit and started letting her pee flow into the bottle. As she held the bottle with one, Penny played with her folds with her free hand, seeing exactly where the pee came out so she could place the bottle accordingly. She managed to get all of it in the bottle, which was nearly half full. Penny cleaned up as best she could, putting the bottle away. Later, she got the chance to empty it over a bush, keeping the bottle for future use. Now, Penny opened her eyes in the milk truck, finishing up. Wiping herself, Penny got dressed, pouring out the pee and milk mixture at the next stop, keeping the bottle. "A spare is always a good idea."
Chapter 6: Pirate Island
Penny was on a boat with Inspector Gadget and Brain. They were at sea for awhile. Then Penny thought, "Even after going to the bathroom at home, seeing all this water makes me have to go. Maybe if no one is looking, I'll go over the side." She lost her chance when the boat sank due to Gadget pulling a plug. Submerged from the waist down, Penny considered peeing in the ocean. "Uncle Gadget and Brain will feel the water warm up and know what I'm doing," she thought, and decided to hold it. Then they were taken on another ship. Penny didn't want to ask for the bathroom and soon everyone was taken on MAD's priate ship.
Penny was by herself as she looked for clues. "If this is an old ship, it might not have a bathroom by today's standards." Her desperation grew as she looked through different rooms. "I need to go now so I can completely focus on finding out about this ship." She walked in an empty room with only a window. "That'll work." Securing the door as best she could, Penny stood at the window. Concerned about privacy, Penny unzipped her pants and pulled the front of her pants down, trying to keep the back up. Then she reached down so she could pull the front of her underwear down. With only her vagina exposed and pressed against the window, she relaxed.
Then came the wonderful feeling of sweet relief as her pee rushed out her body and poured over the side into the water. Penny sighed in relief loudly and fondly remembered how she peed with her clothes like this in the boy's urinal at school. She was really glad she could pee standing, especially without pulling her pants all the way down. Finishing, Penny shook herself dry and pulled her underwear and pants up. Zipping up, Penny made sure the corridor was empty, and continued her investigation.
Chapter 7: Did You Myth Me?
As Penny was watching for MAD at the Greek exhibit, she felt the call of nature, so she went to find a place to pee. Minutes passed and her desperation was getting too much. Whenever she stopped, she couldn't help but hold herself and cross her legs, looking around desperately. She saw the entrance to a maze. "It's too dark and I might not find my way out quickly," she said. As she ran, she paused and noticed she was behind a statue. "I guess I have no choice," said Penny.
She looked over the statues of Greek gods, wondering which one to use. She considered Posiden, the god of the ocean. Then Penny looked at a statue of a tall woman looking very strong, Athena, goddess of wisdom. Wisdom was something Penny had a lot of. "The Greeks left offerings at the statues," said Penny. "Maybe I can leave my own." Careful not to leak, Penny went behind the statue. As she once did at the farm, Penny looked both ways and behind her. Then she peeked around the statue.
Sure she was alone, Penny unzipped her pants and lowered the front below her underwear, which she lowered the front of, just like a boy peeing standing. With her vagina exposed, Penny adjusted her folds and let out a nice golden stream, bathing the statue. Penny sighed in relief and looked down at the foamy yellow puddle rapidly spreading at her feet. Penny moved her hips and peed in spots around the statue, making a puddle that went all around the base. Finally, Penny's peeing slowed to a trickle and dripped out. When it stopped, Penny pushed out a couple spurts and was fully relieved. She shook herself dry, the drops of pee on her vagina hitting the statue. Feeling better, Penny dressed and zipped her pants, looking at the face of Athena. "Thank you for the hiding spot. You are full of wisdom. I guess that's something we have in common."
Chapter 8: Quiz Master
As Penny crouched on a high platform, investigating the suspicious TV show, she felt a growing need to use the bathroom. "I should go around here," said Penny. She considered her options. "On the platform might work, but I shouldn't leave any sign anyone was here. I shouldn't go over the side. It might hit the stage and I might be seen." Then she noticed a sandbag. "That could work." Penny unzipped, pulled down her pants and underwear and opened the sandbag. Placing it under her vagina, Penny emptied the contents of her bladder in the sandbag, sighing in relief and recalling her first experince peeing on sand.
In her sandbox, Penny had to tinkle. "It's not really worth it to go inside and come back out," she said. She looked around. "There's no one here and I'm getting good at peeing outside. I'll just go here." Then she had a thought. "I wonder what going on sand is like. I haven't tried it yet and I may need to if I'm in a sandy place," said Penny. Double checking she was alone, Penny unzipped her pants and dropped them to her ankles and pulled down her underwear. First, she tried peeing the normal way for girls. Crouching down, she peed onto the sand, making it darker and damper with a bubbly yellow puddle.
Then Penny stood and pulled on her folds, practicing her standing, making waist high arcs that she aimed and hit at different spots. Then the stream lessened in distance and Penny pushed out the last of her pee. Then Penny experimented with the sand, sprinkling a little around her vagina, finding it plesantly warm. It seemed to absorb the drops of pee still on her. For good measure, Penny went to the tree and finished cleaning with the leaves. Then she got dressed and went back to playing in the sandbox, finding the pee soaked sand hard enough to make good sandcastles, which she made plenty of. "Sand is not too different, but I'm glad I tried it. Now I'm prepared if I have to use the bathroom in a sandy place."
Now, Penny finished peeing in the sandbag, tieing it shut and replacing it. With nothing to clean with, Penny used a part of her shirt to wipe the droplets of pee off. She pulled on her underwear and pants and zipped up, returning to her investigation as though nothing had happened. |
Going to the beach had always been problematic for Rose Lalonde, for several different reasons. One factor was her allergy to the sun, causing her to break out in terrible rashes after over-exposure. Another factor was her tendency to forget how much she had had to drink until it was too late. At home this did not pose too much of a problem, as she could always put her book down and go to the bathroom when the urge overcame her. Outdoors this was not always the case, and more than once she had profoundly regretted drinking just one bottle too many. Today was one such occasion. On the way over she'd had a bottle and a half, and when she was playing in the water with her friends she had simply forgotten to relieve herself, as she was having too much fun. Around noon she had retreated to their sunshade to re-apply her sunscreen and read - between noon and three in the afternoon the sun was at its strongest, and it would not do for her to step out of the shade for too long. Not that she minded this usually. She loved reading, and she was sure her friends could get along without her for a while.
But the water she had drank before was starting to make its way through her system, and by one o'clock she was starting to feel her bladder filling up uncomfortably quickly. Rose pressed her legs together tightly, pursing her lips. Of course this had to happen around the time when she was not supposed to go into the sun even with sunscreen of the highest factor. If she went into the sea there was a chance that the sunscreen would wash off before she could return to her seat, for it would be too obvious to wade in for a minute and then leave again straight away. Dave would never let her live it down. No, that was decidedly not an option. She would simply have to hold out until three, when the worst danger would have passed. That would be no big deal. She was a master of control. She could manage for two more hours.
Fifteen minutes later, her resolution was already wavering. The liquid was making its way through her system much quicker than she had anticipated, and it was becoming difficult to concentrate on the book she was reading because of the pressure in her bladder. Every time she moved she felt the liquid sloshing around inside her, and every now and then her leg gave a twitch she could not quite suppress. She bit her lip, her black lipstick contrasting sharply with her white teeth. This was going to be a tougher challenge than she had expected. But she would be equal to it, or her name was not Rose Lalonde. She tapped her foot on the sand beyond her towel to relieve the stress a little and tried to read again, but after a while she caught herself reading the same sentence five times in a row because she kept losing focus. With a sigh she put the book away. It was no good. Perhaps some music would -
She never got to finish that thought, as quite suddenly a very cold and very wet person pressed herself against Rose's back and threw her arms around Rose's neck in a hug. Rose jumped and nearly lost control of her bladder, but managed to keep back the urine at the last possible moment. She turned her head to see Jade's grinning face looking over her shoulder. "I thought I'd come cool you down a little," she said cheerfully, letting go of Rose and plopping down beside her in the sand. "Since you can't go and do it yourself right now."
"That is very kind of you," Rose replied, as her heart rate slowly returned to normal. That had been way too close to an accident for her comfort. Jade shot her a sideways look. "Are you feeling alright?" She asked, concern written all over her face. "You look a bit sick. Have you been drinking regularly? Dehydration is very dangerous, you know!" She reached into the cooler they had brought along and pulled out a bottle, which she handed to Rose with a smile. "Have this," she insisted, pressing the bottle into her friend's hands. "You'll feel a lot better, I swear."
Rose was not quite so sure of that, but what could she say when faced with her friend's concern? Feeling that she had no choice she unscrewed the cap from the bottle and took a swig of water. It was still very cold, and she could feel it travelling down her throat and into her stomach. Her bladder reacted with a strong spasm, causing her to jerk and splash some of the cold water down her legs. The sensation of cold drops running down her sensitive, overheated skin was torture, and she pressed her legs together very tight to stop another wave of desperation from overwhelming her. Beside her, she could hear Jade giggling. "It's that cold, huh?" She asked, winking at Rose and smiling broadly, showing off her buck-teeth. Rose shot her a dark look. "Very cold," she agreed, her tone quite flat. While Jade could see the humour in this situation, she herself certainly could not.
She sipped the bottle again, conscious of Jade watching her, and thought about her options. With this extra water being added to her system it was becoming less and less likely that she would make it until three in the afternoon. She considered her options. She could either risk going into sea, an option she was reluctant to take because of her allergies. She could hope for her bladder to hold out, which was in all honesty becoming very unlikely. She could get dressed and go in search of a bathroom, but that would mean confessing to all of her friends what was going on, which was not something she was quite comfortable with. Perhaps she could deal with one of them knowing, but certainly not all. And that was her final option, of course - to take Jade into her confidence. Jade had grown up playing outside a lot, so perhaps she would have some ideas on the subject.
All in all the last option seemed the most likely to bear fruit, she considered how she could best phrase her concerns. "Jade," she began, "Can I ask you a question? It is rather personal, I am afraid, but the situation is getting dire, and I do not know who else to ask."
Jade's smile turned into a frown so quickly Rose was quite astonished. "Rose, if you are feeling dizzy you should have said so before!" She started, but Rose shook her head. "That is not it," she said. "Please. I will explain." Jade still looked doubtful, but she waited for Rose to speak. Rose took a deep breath. "I was wondering if you have any tips for me regarding certain... well, let us call it 'natural urges'." Her pale cheeks were definitely a bit pink by now. "I fear I have had a little too much water on the way over, and since I cannot go into the sea just now, I am faced with something of a problem."
Jade's look of concern became one of pity. "Oh Rose, I'm so sorry," she said, stroking Rose's shoulder soothingly with one hand. "How bad is it? Do you think you can hold out?" Rose shrugged in return. "I am not sure," she admitted, sounding quite downcast. "It is quite bad already. Since you spent a lot of time on the beach in your youth, I thought you might perhaps have some thoughts on the subject."
This time it was an apologetic look, complete with a pout and big puppy dog eyes. Jade's face was really remarkably expression. "I usually just went into the ocean, or right on the beach. The sand would soak it right up. But that might be a bit obvious here," she said. "I lived alone there, so there was very little reason to worry about other people seeing. I'm so sorry, that's all I know..."
Rose hung her head, clasping her legs to her chest so that she could rest her forehead on her knees. Had she seriously believed that telling Jade would magically provide her with a solution? Way to be naive, Rose. Jade was now stroking her back in a comforting gesture, not knowing what else she could do. "I'm sure the time will fly by," she said, casting around for anything that could make Rose feel a bit better. "It is nearly two already!"
"I appreciate the effort, Jade, but another hour of this seems nothing short of torture," she replied, turning her head to look at her friend and resisting the urge to grit her teeth as her bladder gave a painful pang. "I shall do my best to endure it." Jade looked like she was about to reply, but Rose cut her off. "Can we please talk about something else?¨
They talked about school work and books for a while longer, but Rose was getting increasingly distracted by the pangs in her bladder, which were coming more regularly now. Jade kept shooting her worried looks, but said nothing about it until Rose failed to answer her for the third time in a row as she was squeezing her legs together very tightly. "Rose, this isn't healthy," she burst out. "Keeping it in this long can cause serious damage. We've got to think of something."
"There is nothing, you said it yourself," Rose countered, squeezing her eyes shut and tapping her foot. Talking about her predicament made her all the more aware of it. Not for the first time that day, she wished that she had been born with a more regular type of skin, one that could handle a day spent on the beach. "Nothing short of waiting or wetting myself."
"You could go in the sand, though," Jade said stubbornly. "If you sit with your arms around your knees like that, no one will notice. Just pull aside your swimsuit, or pee through it. It will dry up quickly, and you can wash it off later when the sun is not so strong." Rose bit her lip. Jade's words sounded really attractive right now. She was too scared to get caught, however, so she shook her head. "I can't do that. If John or Dave comes over..." she paused. That situation did not bear thinking about. Dave would never let her hear the end of it, and John would not look her in the face for weeks.
They drifted off the subject again, and Rose took extra care to stay focussed so that Jade would not worry about her. She was now tapping her foot constantly, and her thighs were pressed together more often than not. But just as Rose thought she would be able to make it if she kept up like this, something happened that completely shattered her belief in that fact. She was listening to Jade tell her about some animal Bec had caught last week when something hit her hard on the back of the head, causing her head to jerk forward. All her muscles tensed in shock, and to her own horror she could feel a small spurt of urine forcing its way out of her urethra and into her bikini bottoms. She let out an involuntary sound of distress and clenched her legs as tightly as they would go, stopping another outburst through pure force of will. Jade had jumped up and was now yelling at the kids who had thrown the tennis ball, but Rose hardly heard her speak. The small moment of release had increased her desperation a thousandfold, and no matter how strong-willed she was, she would not be able to make it. "Jade," she said, gritting her teeth against a strong urge. "I am not going to be able to make it. Can you please pull away my towel? I don't think I can manage it."
Jade's eyes widened, but thankfully she complied quickly, pulling away Rose's towel while Rose herself gritted her teeth and lifted her hips a fraction, her hands clenched into the sand behind her. If she stood up now she would let go, and even the small effort of lifting her hips was almost too much. She pulled her knees to her chest like she had done before, wrapping her hands around her legs as though she was simply cold. Jade was watching her closely, which made Rose slightly uncomfortable. She took some deep, calming breaths, trying to will her muscles to relax. The thought of anyone watching made her clench up more than she had before, though, and try as she might she could not pee.
The frustration must have shown on her face, because Jade placed a hand on her shoulder again. "No one will notice," she said, her voice low and soothing. "I'll keep watch for you. Don't worry, just go."
Rose nodded, closing her eyes to hide the tears of frustration welling up in them. She would not cry like a child over being unable to pee, for Heaven's sake. She tried again to focus on her breathing, clenching and unclenching her muscles. Jade's hand was still on her shoulder, her thumb stroking against Rose's bare skin, telling her without words that it was okay. Rose focussed her attention on that movement of skin on skin - up, down, up, down...
The first trickle of urine took her by surprise, and she almost clenched up again, but the relief was too great for her to really stop. She pressed down and there was a hissing sound as a strong spurt of urine hit her bikini bottoms and trickled into the sand. Rose's cheeks flushed at the sound, and she glanced over at Jade to see if she had noticed, but she was looking the other way now and did not say anything.
It was incredibly difficult to moderate the stream, but Rose managed it, letting her pee trickle out at an agonisingly slow pace, staining the back of her bikini shorts, hoping against hope that she would not create too big a puddle. It was good to finally let go, though, and this time the laboured breathing was caused by a sense of deep, overwhelming relief. It took her a long time to finish up, and though she was still nervous about getting caught she managed to finish without anyone being any the wiser. Her bikini bottoms were completely soaked, but that would probably dry, as Jade had said. The stain would probably barely show, but still. It never hurt to be careful."
She moved aside shakily and surveyed the damage she had done. Thankfully the puddle she'd created wasn't too big, owing to the fact that she had moderated herself, but the sand was definitely damp around that area, and it would be quite obvious to anyone coming over. Rose grabbed the bottle of water she'd been drinking from before, and on the pretence of taking a swig she spilled quite some of it over the wet spot, making it quite invisible. She smiled up at Jade, who returned the smile encouragingly. "Feel better now?" She asked. Rose nodded. "Lots better," she said, moving a bit further away from the mess she had created. "Though I had better keep my bottom touching sand for a while."
"If you're okay I'm going back to the sea for a bit," she said, smiling sheepishly. Rose glanced up at her. "After you just made me go in the sand?" she said, raising one eyebrow, but she was obviously joking. Jade stuck out her tongue. "If you want a show I'll give you one. Just some other time," she said, then skipped off towards the sea. Rose thoughtfully looked after her. A show, indeed. Perhaps that would be nice. But for now she would return to her book and wait for the time to pass.
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This story was inspired by the most marvellous desperation roleplay I have ever had, and I seriously want to credit my RP partner for being so inspiring. Thank you for reading!
For those of you interested in how I imagine their looks: http://www.whatpumpkin.com/images/T/calendar.jpg In the picture on the right, Rose is the blonde girl with the hat, and Jade is the one with the cute two-piece leaning over her. Dave is the one in the shades, and John is the one with blue glasses. Sorry for the calendar picture - I couldn't find a better one. |
Introduction: In the last 7 days I wrote 7 drabbles for 7 omo bloggers. There's a 500 character limit for Tumblr messages and each drabble was 2 or 3 messages long. I'm doing some revising and expanding before I post them here, but they're still very brief and to-the-point compared to my regular stories.
Drabble 1: "The Perfect City"
Again last night. It always starts like a normal day.It's wrong outside. The sky is too blue. The streets are too smooth. The lawns are like golf course greens. The trees are tiny toys blown up to grotesque proportions.I'm confused when I try to go to work. It can't be my neighborhood, but it has to be. I drive around in a daze until I'm lost. I stop at a convenience store where a man gives me directions to my own office building. He looks old but has no wrinkles. He acts nice until I ask for the loo key."I dont cater to detestable practices!" he shouts.Everything around town is actually where it should be. I tune out the wrong details as I drive. I tell myself it's all in my head. The wrongness will go away when I'm fully awake and at my desk. But I'm still nervous, and I still need the loo.At the office I make a beeline for the ladies'. It's so clean and white it's blinding. The girls fixing their faces are like dolls. One of them laughs at me when I scan the stalls. Each one is empty. Now I know something's wrong. I notice next that the toilets are all dry and dusty."Nobody uses those things" says the girl who laughed. "They came with the building. They were for something too disgusting to allow."I try to ask her. Explain myself. I can't find the words. There are mirrors all over so I know how red and flustered I look. I have to leave. My uneasiness escalated to horror. My need for a toilet is more severe than before. It seems I'm wrong to have it.My workplace and everything around it is different today, but it looks like I'm the part that's wrong. I think I can solve this problem with careful thought, but I can't think straight with a full tank. I wander the halls frantically.I see a supply closet. Its my only choice, but it seems so wrong. Inside is a mirror. I'm an odd sight perched atop a bucket in a navy blue and white business suit with my skirt around my ankles. I look a fright. There's dirt on my heels, dust and lint on my suit, my hair and makeup are wrecked, there's so many spots where my skin's not right, the flesh of my waist is creased, my thighs are misshapen, and that tuft of fuzz between them looks so obnoxious. All my flaws come out in that mirror.I try to ignore the wrongness of it all and just do what I need to do. I shoot a fierce jet that feels so good I can't diminish it for anything. The bucket and closet are an echo chamber inside an echo chamber. I blush at the noise.Most nights it ends with a knock on the door.A man's voice says, "You're under arrest for urination." I feel terrible. Guilt. Fear.This time it goes longer. I see the man who knocked.He wears the grimmest, sternest uniform imaginable. His clothes, hair, and skin are as flawless as everything in the town. Moreso. He's so flawless he doesn't even have a face. His hand is like a vice as he escorts me away. I hear I'll be taken to the "modification center."I'm always thrilled to find the eerie town isn't real. I'm safe in my warm bed. Too warm. The guilt returns.
Drabble 2: "In the Park After Dark"One night when I was 18 I took a walk alone without knowing why. I felt restless and I just found myself out of the house walking nowhere in particular. Seeing every place I knew dark and empty was liberating. I went by the church, the hospital, even cut through the school grounds. I walked by the park and saw her on a lamplit bench.At first I thought she was just a girl. Skinny jeans, Keds, pastel sweater. Then I noticed the familiar hair, glasses, and oh-so-proper posture. Was that Miss Smith, my English teacher? I had to get a closer look.It was her all right. Out of context and in a different outfit she looked young and foxy.Uncomfy.I'd walked too close. She recognized me so I couldn't get away without at least saying "Hi." She greeted me and went into the usual verbal fluff about being surprised to see me here and now and not being sure at first if it was me. I sensed I wouldn't get away without a long conversation, so I took a seat next to her.We had a clear view of the downtown where the lights were thick and colorful. The scene was almost romantic.Doubly uncomfy.I expected to hear about school or how a boy my age should be in bed at this hour. That's not how it went."It's beautiful tonight," she said. We got to chatting about how interesting our city was in the quietest hours of the night. It did have a certain feel that was new to me that night. I mentioned I wasn't used to shooting the breeze with a grown-up like this."You look like a grown-up to me," she said with a smile I never thought I'd see on that woman's face.It was about that time I peeked without meaning to and noticed this seemingly sexless member of the high school faculty was shaped like a real live woman. I also noticed a dark spot the size and shape of a summer squash under her folded hands.She caught me staring at her lap so I had to say something. There was no pretending I didn't see. "Did you spill something?" I asked.She blushed like she was a misbehaving student I had scolded. "No, I did that all by myself." She made it plain before I could ask what she meant. "I think many of us have a hobby we're not proud of."Freaky.A couple pleasantries later I was walking away. She finished her ritual with an "Ah!" I heard a drizzle on the grass, which turned into a loud continuous rushing that sounded like it was spattering onto the cement in front of the bench. I thought I could smell something in the air. I wanted to look but knew I shouldn't.I keep thinking I dreamed the whole thing but I know I was wide awake. I also know Miss Smith looked at me different after that night. The rest of the semester felt weird.
Edited December 4, 2014 by Jimmy Olsen
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Drabble 3: "Prank and Punishment"I could see daylight through a crack so it was time to patch. I was under the stairs when my girlfriend stopped by and couldn't find me. I called up to her but she couldn't hear.She descended to the dark concrete nightmare of my basement. There was worry in her voice when she called out, "Is anyone here?"When she turned a light on I could see the silhouettes of her ankles. It was too tempting. I pinched her with a pair of cold steel screws and shouted, "We are the people under the stairs!"She let out a beautiful feminine scream worthy of a horror flick as she stumbled and fell. I heard her butt hit the step over my head. She also spilled something. The overhead lamp made it look like liquid light pouring down the fronts and backs of steps, turning a section of the staircase into a waterfall sculpture.It was obvious I scared her more than I expected, but I still didn't know the half of it. I got out of the dark and jogged around to the base of the stairs to make sure she was OK. She's always so together. I never thought I'd see her as vulnerable as she was then.Her body was sprawled out like she lost the will to move as soon as she hit the stairs. Her face was bright red. Her eyes were wide with a look of wounded innocence. Tears were running down her cheeks. Her pretty girlish lips were turned down. She could barely talk to scold me. Her voice wavered, just holding back from sobbing.There was that liquid flowing across and between the varnished wooden steps and pitter-pattering on the concrete floor. The mouth of the river was her khaki shorts. Little streams ran down her long legs leading to a couple tiny ponds on the sides of the main flow. This was why she was upset. I'd scared the potty training out of her. Still a surprisingly severe reaction from a woman who regularly shrugs off injuries and insults.This wasn't the beautiful, strong and sophisticated woman I was used to seeing but she suddenly had a different sort of attractiveness I'd never seen before. That was part of why I was just a little bit pleased by this turn of events. Another part was the excitement of an unexpected cataclysm. And part was because this was something intimate she was sharing with me. By accident, of course.When I tried to console her she noticed a dose of pleasure in the mixture of my feelings. She was always good at reading me. The furious dripping woman stamped up the stairs and right out of my home.I'm writing this at her house 9 days later. After not speaking to me for all that time she invited me to stay the night. She made up rules. I can't so much as hold her hand until I "atone for" my "misdeed." The bathroom is off limits. Right now she's pouring my 13th iced tea with a smile but not the sweet smile I know. It's really starting to sting.Drabble 4: "Jellydrabble"You wanna know why my friends call me "Nurse Joy"? Reason 1: my name. Reason 2: a video game I was born just too early to obsess over. Reason 3: The time I treated a jellyfish sting.I met Vi in a crisis (long story) and cemented our friendship in another. She took me on my first trip to the beach after I moved here.I was used to wearing baggy pants and hoodies. I felt uncomfortable wearing a bikini outdoors. Like those dreams you're giving a speech in your undies. I felt even more uncomfortable soon after I got there. Being able to move my hands around in pockets helped my bad habit of waiting too long to go potty. In my bikini I couldn't do anything like that without being obvious. Somebody stared at me and I realized I was doing a potty dance like a little girl without even knowing it. I curled up in the sand to keep the pressure on the right place without embarrassing myself. I needed the potty soon. Vi was my scout.That was when I met Cal, her significant other whose significance varies. She led me to him instead of a potty. There seemed to be a lovely blue Christmas ornament on his right leg just above the knee. Box jellyfish. Agonizing sting. He took it well. Vi, on the other hand, was hysterical.She'd heard the cure was urine, knew I had plenty, and demanded I provide it. I declined (with lots of stuttering and awkwardness). I wasn't prepared for what happened next.She reached down, grabbed my bikini bottom, and slid it down to my sandals. I could've died. I'd never even shown my tits to a man who wasn't my doctor. Now one had a scenic view of my hidden valley. There was no turning back. I assumed a lambdoidal position and flicked on the sprinkler.Malfunction. Something to do with the 30 people staring.I tried to ignore my audience. Looking in Cal's eyes made it worse. Looking at his inflamed wound wasn't any better. In between was the most engorged dingus I've ever seen. I've heard Brazilian wandering spider venom does that but I never knew jelly venom could. I just stood there straddling Cal's leg for a while, rocking and bobbing my body as I tried coax out a stream from my bashful bladder. It just didn't want to start.Then something happened that fixed my stage fright like magic. Vi looked me straight in the face and yelled, "Piss on my boyfriend this minute or I'll never forgive you!"I gave his leg a good soaking and then some. He moaned with relief. I moaned with relief. The crowd applauded. I kept spraying that leg."You can stop now," Cal said, but I couldn't. He just had to crawl out of the way. There was a big wet crater in the sand before my flow finally cut off.I rebikinied myself and tried to forget any of it happened. Not easy when your friends think you're a hero.That's when they named me "Nurse Joy." Sexist, I think. If I had a wiener to whip out and cure Cal's sting I'd be called "Doctor." But the nickname was given with respect, and the experience gave us all a funny story to tell (usually without some of the details I'm telling you). We've been tight ever since (except during the times when Vi and Cal are dramatically broken up). Never had the heart to tell them urine does nothing to treat jelly stings. I gave Cal a shower of golden placebo.Drabble 5: "Spurned at the Sleepover"It struck me I've never written about an event I think about often. My memory may be sweeter than reality but I have a photo to prove it's based on a true story.Sis was having a slumber party and I was trying to sleep through the giggles and screams. I went for a glass of water and saw one of her friends at the kitchen table with her bags packed. She was a frail waif with light blond hair and baby blue eyes. The instant I saw her tears and heard her soft weeping I stopped thinking girls were monsters and started thinking they were heavenly beings."What's wrong?" I asked."Back off, Green Ranger," she said (re: my PJs)."What's wrong?" I asked again. I had a gift for words."Don't pretend to care," was her answer that time.I was tactless enough to ask "What's wrong?" a 3rd time. She reached in a bag and threw a piece of clothing at me."That's what's wrong.""What's wrong with your panties?" asked befuddled little me."Its a diaper!" she angrily sobbed. "I'm a teenager and I still need diapers. They're right to laugh at me."She asked me to wake up one of my folks nicely so she could get a ride home. Her voice was so sweet and sad. I was completely under her spell at this point. That must be why I did something that sounds crazy in retrospect.I scampered to my room, shed my pajama bottom, put those butterfly-festooned undies on, and returned to tell her wearing diapers was no big deal. She brightened up and we could talk like friends. I learned her name was Fiora and her bladder control gave out when she was excited or scared or doing warm-ups in gym.I told her those girls didn't deserve a friend like her if they were gonna treat her bad for something she couldn't help. I convinced her to stay but stay out of my sister's room. I gave her my bed."I like sleeping in a sleeping bag anyway," I told her. "I can pretend I'm camping."I didn't camp far from Fiora. Crazy to think there was a time I had a girl in my room with me overnight and my parents thought it was cute. Not sure they ever heard I was wearing a girly diaper at the time.Early in the morn I woke up to the sound of panicking. Even Fiora's fast frantic breaths were cute."I woke up and didn't know where I was," she explained while calming down. Then she hung her head. "I'm wet."I needed to take my morning whiz so I just stood up straight and pretended I was at the toilet."I'm wet too. It's no big deal."She acted like this was the sweetest gesture. Only time I've done something with my penis that made a girl happy.It wasn't too long before Sis and her friends burst in and made fun of us. Somehow they found out I had one of Fiora's diapers on because one of them pantsed me to show it. Sis even took pics so she could embarrass me for all of time. I didn't feel too bad because one of them shows Fiora kissing me on the cheek. I look at it to this day and daydream.I was really kissed by a girl once. It can happen again. Keeping that in mind makes me feel good now that life is dismal and complicated and girls are the most complicated part of it.Besides, Fiora's out there somewhere. I always know I could bump into her somewhere someday. Now our age gap wouldn't be a big deal. I fantasize about us reconnecting and sleeping together. Not the sexual way. With jammies and diapers on. |
Drabble 6: "Squeezing the Most Out"I always try to squeeze the most out of Black Friday, but this time I pushed myself to the limit.I was high on holiday spirit (but mainly coffee). Pam was my sidekick this year and she prodded me on whenever I slowed down. We were up before dawn waiting for Target to open, hit all the hot spots on 60th Street, and worked our way inward. We were in the mall downtown when the euphoria started to fade.I had to take a good long rest on my fluffy coat on a bench. If Pam wasn't there I could've fallen asleep. She hung around like a hyper puppy wanting a walk. I eventually stood up, but didn't scamper to Dillard's like she wanted. We decided to separate for a while and I took my first bathroom break. I hadn't noticed it 'til then, but boy was I overdue.At the twelve hour point of my shopping day I was standing in a huge line that snaked along the west wall of the food court. Once I thought about my bladder, I couldn't stop, and the fullness seemed to increase faster than the line moved.I made it to about the middle when I let a kid cut in front of me. Poor thing looked like she was close to an accident. Seeing her potty dance made me want to do one too. I zipped my coat up, pulled an arm out of the sleeve, and grabbed the crumbling floodwall between my legs. I could feel the rock-hard bulge of my bladder as I maneuvered my arm inside my coat. I hoped no one could see what I was doing. I was safe for the moment, but the toilets were far away.I pressed my legs together and called Pam's cell to ask how the lines at the other restrooms were."I'm on the case!" she said. By the time I saw her I was holding myself with both hands and rocking back and forth. Even the little girl was holding out better than me. Pam brought a smile and the bag I left at the bench."Follow me!" she commanded. "Where?"She got ahold of an arm and there was no chance of escape. Just walking was difficult, and now I was doing some silly jog as I tried to keep from being dragged along the floor by my manic shopping partner. I only leaked a little, but I was so fixated on my problem I barely noticed where we were 'til we arrived in the dressing rooms at Penney's.When Pam said "I got something you gotta try on" with an unchanged smile, I doubted her sanity. She herded me into a room, closed the door and said "I put it in your bag."I was stunned when I saw an adult diaper."Hand it to me when you're done and Ill throw it away," she said like it was the most normal thing in the world.I had no choice. I threw off my coat, pulled my slacks and panties down to my knees, and fit the diaper in, up and around. I popped a squat out of habit, but let go before I was all the way in position. There was a muffled sound like a coffee machine filling a cup so big it took over a minute to fill.My feelings went back from anxiety to euphoria. The afterglow was so good I forgot where I was 'til Pam asked how I was doing.We went back to shopping after she remarked that she'd never seen a diaper half as soggy as mine. I was grateful for her help, but unsettled by the cheerful revelation that she always wore diapers on shopping binges.Drabble 7: "You Asked for It"Imagine the hot midday sun shining down on a quarry full of cool water. There's trees and weeds and wildflowers all around, except a gravel lot connecting to a country road. Some men are fishing and their kids are swimming.Now picture a skinny boy a little older than you with messy black hair. He's quiet and nervous and the only one not in the water. Right now he's disappeared from the group and looking for the densest part of the trees.Now picture a girl with sleek brown hair that's almost black and somber eyes the same shade. She's a little older than the boy, and a lot more grown. Right now she's got nothing on but the top of a jungle green swimsuit.This is a startling new sight for the boy, but more startling is where the girl is. She's getting up from a bench inside a decaying wooden outhouse. The door is broken and she never bothers with the rock that can hold it shut.The boy barely catches a glimpse, and has to have a second look. Now she's wiping herself in front. He doesn't see much at his distance, and he feels too guilty to linger. He doesn't know she sees him too.When he thinks he's so deep in the forest nobody'll see him, she's suddenly right there."You violated my innocence and I'm telling our dads." She never smiles, but she's amused by the boy's little fit of panic and flurry of apologies."If I watch you we'll be even," she finally tells him.He's in the woods to do that anyway, and agrees to her terms. She doesn't like his method."Don't unzip," she says. "I'm an innocent girl. You must do what you watched me do, while wearing your clothes. Otherwise everyone will hear about your sinful spying."The boy takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and stops holding it in. The girl peers at his jeans with steel eyes as the washed-out denim became a deep rich blue in a square spot at the base of the fly. It grows into a big sideways kidney shape with vines of wetness creeping all the way down his legs."That's all I was holding." The boy chokes as he talks because he's almost crying."You're forgiven," says the girl. "Now jump in the water with your clothes on to clean off." The first time she lets him see her smile is when she dives in after him.You asked how your parents met, and that's the story. |
Hi, all! I've had the idea for this story rolling around in my mind for awhile, so I finally decided to create an account and post it. I tend to ramble, so I broke it into 3 chapters. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Garrett jogged into the locker room with the rest of his team at halftime, sweaty but exhilarated. Halfway through the district championship, his high school soccer team was playing well, holding their cross-town rivals, the top-scoring team in the league, to a 0-0 tie. Garrett ripped off his goalie gloves and grabbed his water bottle, straddling a bench to listen to Coach’s midgame adjustments.
Garrett jiggled his right knee restlessly. He was pleased with his own performance in goal and eager to get back on the field for the second half. As a sophomore, he knew some of his teammates had questioned the young Coach’s pre-season decision to name Garrett the starting goalie, but he had worked hard to prove his worth. Their current position in the district finals was, in no small part, thanks to his disciplined, intuitive goalkeeping. At 6 feet tall and broad-shouldered, Garrett looked older than his 16 years, intimidating opposing strikers with his intense gaze and long-armed reach protecting the goal. Of course, players for the Adams High Raiders weren’t easily intimidated, Garrett thought as he watched Coach draw some suggested plays on the whiteboard. They’d been aggressive all night, and Garrett had made a couple of very close saves.
Garrett mindlessly drained the rest of his water bottle. The early November weather wasn’t overly warm, but Garrett didn’t get a lot of breaks in goal and wanted to stay hydrated. He’d consumed water throughout the day, gulping down two whole water bottles during warmups. As Coach was concluding his halftime pep talk, Garrett noticed a twinge in his own bladder. It wasn’t anything that would bother him normally, but he wanted to be completely undistracted for the second half.
As the team stood to return to the field, bouncing with confidence, Garrett jogged toward Coach to ask to use the restroom.
“Coach Carden…” he started.
“Garrett!” Coach interrupted. “I want you to do a few more stretches with the trainer before halftime ends. You hit the ground hard on that last save, so I want to make sure you’re nice and loose for the rest of the game.”
“Sure, but…” Garrett felt slightly flustered. He hadn’t thought his need was too urgent, but his stomach clenched at the thought of having to wait until after the game to relieve himself.
“No buts!” Coach barked. “Get out there!”
“Yes, sir,” Garrett mumbled, jogging out after his teammates.
Coach JJ Carden liked Garrett. The kid’s family had more money than God, but Garrett never acted arrogant or entitled. He kept his head down and worked hard, earning every minute of his starting spot in goal. JJ was often stunned at how fearlessly Garrett threw himself after opponent’s shots on goal. JJ also happened to be dating Garrett’s older sister, Abby, a 3rd-year med student at the local university. Luckily, Garrett’s preternatural athleticism erased any thoughts of nepotism from the team’s collective mind. Garrett would’ve been the starting goalie regardless of whom his sister dated.
At the end of halftime, Garrett took his place in the goal, widening his stance and swaying back and forth slightly, hands loose by his thighs. He was aware of the mild discomfort from his bladder, but knew that he could make it through the second half.
And make it, he did. Garrett was phenomenal, flying around the goal, not letting a single shot by. Unfortunately, his teammates were not as effective on offense. At the end of regulation, the score remained 0-0, and Garrett squirmed a bit as he jogged to the bench to prepare for overtime.
Abby watched nervously from the stands. At 26, she was 10 years older than her baby brother and still tended to think of him that way. Though Garrett had long since outgrown her, Abby still felt protective, wanting to shield him from any pain or harm. She knew Garrett was an outstanding goalie; she also knew that goalies, like pitchers in baseball or placekickers in football, were easy scapegoats in a close loss. She could handle watching her boyfriend coach in the district finals, but watching her younger brother literally stand between his team and the end of their season was considerably more nerve-wracking.
As Garrett joined his team on their sideline, Abby noticed his thighs briefly press together. Most people probably wouldn’t have noticed, but Abby was painfully aware of her brother’s somewhat tenuous history with continence.
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As a child, Garrett had the unfortunate combination of a small bladder and an intense lack of distractability when playing, which led to several accidents around their house. Abby and their parents were never frustrated, though, and Garrett’s naturally pleasant disposition prevented him from allowing his wettings to bother him...until he got to school. While accidents were common enough for students in preschool and kindergarten, Garrett quickly learned that first graders were expected to keep their pants dry. Early in the school year, Garrett felt familiar wetness down his legs as he sat through a math lesson. Only this time, instead of simply being dismissed by the teacher to change his clothes, Garrett found himself surrounded by classmates laughing and pointing at him, deriding him for his “babyish” behavior. Garrett’s face flamed and tears ran down his cheeks. He hadn’t thought that having accidents was a big deal, but apparently, he was wrong. He was an infant, he was stupid, he wasn’t a big boy. He knew, even at age 6, that he could never pee his pants in front of his friends again.
From that day on, Garrett was exceedingly careful with his bathroom habits in public. Even at camp or on field trips, Garrett would use the restroom at every opportunity. When he was forced to go more than a couple of hours without a break, he became anxious and twitchy. Though he never came close to wetting himself, the worry was always in the back of him mind.
Nighttime was a different issue entirely. The anxiety of his first-grade accident translated into several bedwettings per week. Each time, Garrett would wake up in tears, gasping out apologies as Abby or his parents would change his sheets, whispering words of comfort - it wasn’t his fault, it can happen to anyone, shhh, Garrett, don’t worry, buddy. It’s fine. Still, Garrett wet the bed consistently until age 10, with sporadic nighttime accidents that stopped only when he reached high school.
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Knowing about Garrett’s history of bedwetting and uneasy desire to avoid desperation, Abby tensed seeing him stand next to Coach. She knew that Garrett was probably already uncomfortable with the fullness of his bladder, and she could only hope that the game ended after only one overtime period.
Garrett, slowly shifting his weight back and forth on the sideline, hoped the same thing.
Chapter 2
Garrett sprinted back to the goal for the start of overtime. He had 10 minutes to protect his goal while his teammates tried to score. Tournament rules didn’t allow for sudden-death goals; you played the whole 10 minutes. If the scored remained tied, you played another 10 mintues. If there still wasn’t a winner, each team chose 5 players for penalty kicks. Garrett, clenching his pelvic muscles, hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
The whistle blew and Garrett’s focus was entirely on the game, forgetting about his still-filling bladder. Coach had drawn up an aggressive offensive scheme, and his players kept the ball across midfield. Just past the 6 minute mark, however, a Raider forced the ball away from Joey, the senior captain, and dribbled toward Garrett.
Garrett wiggled his splayed fingers, his eyes never leaving his opponent. Of course it was Olly O’Leary, the All-State senior from Adams. Olly was a breathtakingly talented player, already committed to Stanford. With defenders closing in, Olly feinted left and kicked right, sending the ball flying to Garrett’s left, just above the ground. Garrett launched sideways, his long arms outstretched. Fully extended, Garrett punched the ball forward, sending it soaring out of bounds before he hit the ground. The home crowd roared with approval, and Garrett lept back to his feet, shaking with adrenaline.
As the ref set up the throw-in, Garrett positioned himself back in the center of the goal. He tried to focus on the game, but he was all too aware of the few drops of urine that had escaped during that last save. The clock kept ticking, and Garrett clenched every muscle in the lower half of his body, praying his teammates would find a way to score.
The final 3 minutes of overtime passed, though, and the score remained tied. Faced with yet another 10 minute period between him and a toilet, Garrett bit his lower lip to keep it from trembling. It would be fine, he thought. Just because he never let himself hold it this long didn’t mean he couldn’t, right?
In the stands, Abby groaned as the whistle blew to indicate the end of the first overtime. She knew Garrett must feel awful by now and couldn’t help but notice how stiffly he jogged back to the sideline for another round of Coach’s advice. She hoped that anyone else watching him would attribute his bouncing and swaying to nerves, not an increasing desire to pee.
For the third time that evening, Garrett ran back to his spot in goal. This time, though, he kept his legs close together, shifting his hips left to right, trying to maintain a casual-looking hold on his bladder. Yet when the period started, he was right back in his stance, coiled and ready for whatever came his way.
This time, the Raiders were the aggressive ones, pushing to ball toward to goal box, keeping Garrett’s teammates back in a frantic defensive effort. They were staunch, however, and the few shots that made it toward Garrett were weak and ill-placed. Finally, one shot flew straight toward him and landed safely in his arms. As Garrett kicked the ball high in the air, arcing over midfield, he felt a spasm in his bladder. The shortest of leaks escaped, creating a tiny damp patch in his briefs. Garrett exhaled sharply, clenching tightly. With the ball on the other side of the field, he could spend a few seconds getting himself back under control, but the precariousness of his situation was unnerving. Please, guys, he silently begged his teammates. Let’s end this now.
100 yards away, Garrett saw Joey, their senior captain, execute a beautiful shot on the Raiders’ goal. It sailed just past their goalie’s outstretched fingers...and clanged off the crossbar, flying sideways just as time expired.
“Nooooooo!” Garrett moaned. WIth no score after 2 overtime periods, each team would have 5 penalty kicks. All eyes would be on him, and all responsibility.
As Garrett stood on the sidelines, he allowed himself a quick squeeze of his crotch while all eyes were on Coach, picking the 5 kickers. Tiebreaker kicks could take awhile, Garrett thought. Maybe Coach would let him run to the locker room real quick while they were setting up.
“Coach?” Garrett’s voice shook ever so slightly. “Do you think I could…”
“Garrett!” Coach Carden’s voice was low, intense. “You’ve done a great job, kid, but you know this is all on you, now. I know you can do this, and I don’t want you to be nervous…”
Garrett’s face fell as Coach kept talking. The young man was known for his somewhat lengthy pep talks, and Coach prided himself on taking time to build up each player before important moments. Garrett watched forlornly as the refs walked back on to the field. There’s no way he’d have time run back to the bathroom now.
Garrett stood up straight, squeezing his pelvic muscles tightly, desperate to gain as much control as possible before heading back to protect his goal. He turned his eyes back toward Coach and nodded as if he’d been listening to the man’ speech. Coach smiled grimly and patted Garrett on the shoulder, sending him back out on the field.
The Raiders won the toss and elected to kick second. Garrett watched as his team’s first shot was batted away by the opposing goalkeeper. His turn. He stared down the approaching player, a stocky, powerful junior. The Raider approached quickly, but recklessly, and Garrett barely even moved as he watch the shot fly harmlessly to the outside of the right post. 0-0 after one kick each.
After the second shots, the game remained scoreless. Garrett stood between each save, tensing his muscles tightly, doing everything he could to keep from grabbing at his crotch. His stomach was starting to hurt, and his body vibrated with the effort of holding his urine. The third Raider stepped onto the field - a tiny redhead, known for his blinding speed. The player sprinted toward Garrett, dribbling the ball like a pro. As Garrett focused on the redhead’s feet, his bladder jerked, sending a few more drops into his already-damp jock strap. The shock of that small wetting distracted him for a split second, and his jump was too late. The ball flew past Garrett’s fingertips to the back corner of the net. 1-0, Raiders.
Garrett flung his head from side to side, trying to shake off the goal and the increasing pressure in his bladder. His world felt contracted, and he could barely hear the encouraging shouts from the stands and sidelines. All that mattered now was stopping the next two kickers...and not have a huge accident in front of what seemed like the whole town.
Still tense, Garrett watched as Matthias, a soft-spoken senior with a powerful leg, blasted the ball past the Raiders’ goalie. The crowd erupted, and the score was tied as all eyes turned back to Garrett.
Garrett barely even noticed the opposing player. Time seemed to speed up as he jumped straight into the air, swatting the ball safely over the net. Garrett landed in a crouch, unable to stop himself from gripping his dick to stop yet another leak. The wet patch felt huge against his skin, and his lower lip trembled with anxiety and humiliation. He hoped that the crowd, enthusiastically cheering his save, wouldn’t notice his perilously desperate state. One more, Garrett told himself. One more.
On the other end of the field, Joey lined up for the team’s final kick, their last chance to take the lead. After slowly rolling the ball back and forth for a few seconds, Joey suddenly burst forward, juking furiously toward the goal. With a blasting kick, Joey sent the ball flying toward the upper right corner of the goal...and just past the Raider goalie’s reach!
The crowd burst with deafening shrieks of excitement, and Garrett pumped his fist, allowing himself a moment of joy before the enormity of his task jerked him back to solemnity. The brief expression of delight had cost him another leak, one that went right through the wet patch in his jock strap and trickled down his thigh.
Garrett gasped, his eyes watering with pain and embarrassment. He stood upright, pressing his thighs together and raising his arms to make it look like he was stretching. Really, he was squeezing his legs together, desperately trying to eke out enough control to block this last shot. This was it - the whole game, the whole season, all on him.
Olly O’Leary sneered in Garrett’s direction as he approached the ball. The Raider saw Garrett’s hands shaking and smirked, sure that this unworthy sophomore was no match for his All-State skills.
Staring back, Garrett did his best to look calm, but as Olly slowly set up the ball, Garrett felt the tiniest stream of urine slip past his sphincter. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t stop the flow entirely and felt his jock strap dampening even more. Garrett blushed furiously and felt tears prick at his eyes. The anxiety of his wetting, the suspense of the approaching player, closed in around him.
Olly O’Leary was picking up speed, flicking the ball back and forth with agility that belied his high school status.
Angrily, Garrett crouched in front of him, knowing that this shot was all he had left. The roar of the crowd faded into the background, and Garrett felt like he could hear his own heartbeat. Olly spun the ball in the air and flipped sideways for a bicycle kick, sending the ball racing toward the top left corner of the goal.
Garrett saw the move and vaulted to his left, stretching every inch of his 6-foot body toward the speeding ball. Garrett flicked his wrist forward, catching the ball with his fingertips. The interruption was just enough to alter the path of the ball, careening it off the left post and safely out of bounds.
The crowd thundered with elation, Coach bellowed, and his teammates leaped in the air, ricocheting off each other in ecstatic, teenage hugs.
But Garrett lay on the ground in stunned silence. The save had come at a price of his last bit of control, and urine poured out of him onto the torn up grass.
Chapter 3
Garrett breathed heavily, unable to put together coherent thoughts. He was having an accident, he was peeing in his pants in public, he was…
Garrett looked up to see Coach running toward him, wild with excitement. Hysterically, Garrett jumped to his feet, clamping his pelvic muscles to stem the flow of piss. He flung out his hand as Coach bounded forward.
“No!” Garrett yelped, his voice cracking with shame. He couldn’t bear the thought of Coach getting close enough to see him having an accident all over the grass. “Don’t!”
JJ stopped abruptly, utterly bemused at his goalie’s behavior. He stood, stunned, as Garrett turned and dashed toward the locker room.
From the stands, Abby fought her way through the celebrating crowd. She had watched with increasing agony for her younger brother. She knew he must be desperate, and when she saw him stay on the ground after his last save, she suspected the worst.
Abby made her way quickly across the field toward JJ.
“Abs!” he cried as he saw her. “I think Garrett’s hurt. I should…”
“No, no, no,” Abby interrupted. “You celebrate with your team. I’ll take care of him.” Abby kissed her boyfriend on the cheek and hurried to the locker room to find her brother.
Garrett hadn’t stopped running until he reached the showers. He had started wetting again as soon as he’d turned from Coach, urine spilling down his legs as he stumbled across the school grounds. His breath came in great ragged gasps; it felt like his accident would never end and the whole town must know about it. Garrett flung himself through the door of the locker room, feeling drops of pee flick off the cuff of his shorts. He collapsed on the floor of the showers, sobbing with mortification as the flow of urine finally slowed.
Abby gently pressed the door of the locker room open.
“Gar?” she called gently.
Her face fell as she heard her brother’s choked cries coming the showers. “Garrett?” she called again.
Garrett’s lip trembled even more when he heard his sister’s voice. He was shaking and exhausted, and all he wanted was to feel safe. He looked up as Abby turned the corner.
Abby’s heart broke when she saw her baby brother on the floor of the locker room shower, red eyes, tear-streaked face, and pee-drenched shorts.
“Ab…” Garrett whimpered, gazing pathetically up at his sister. “I...had an...accident…” Tears fell fresh from his eyes. “I tried to ask Coach to go at halftime and before penalty kicks and he wouldn’t listen he kept talking and I didn’t want to let everybody down…” Garrett’s rambling trailed off into bawling.
“Oh, baby,” Abby sighed, as she dropped to her knees and wrapped her brother in a hug. “It’s OK, I promise. Nobody saw.”
Garrett gulped in big breaths between cries. “I peed [gulp] my pants!” He wailed into his sister’s shoulder, his greatest social fear of the past 10 years realized. “I wet [gulp] everywhere!”
“Shhhhh,” Abby murmured. “Sweetie, it’s OK.”
“Abby? Garrett?”
Garrett and his sister started as JJ’s voice echoed through the locker room. Abby’s eyebrows drew together, and she gave Garrett a protective clutch around his shoulders before striding out of the showers to meet JJ.
“Hey!” JJ cried as Abby came around the corner. “Is he OK?”
“How DARE you?!?” Abby growled, striding toward her boyfriend.
JJ recoiled. “What? What did I do? Is Garrett OK?”
“No, he’s not OK!” Abby hissed. She liked JJ, but all she could think about was her crying, humiliated brother. “You don’t let your players use the bathroom, and now my brother wet himself sending your team to the state playoffs!”
JJ gaped, unsure of what to say. “I didn’t...he didn’t say…”
“He tried to ask you at halftime and before the penalty kicks and you just bulldozed right over him! How can you work with high school students and have so little awareness of their needs??” Abby was furious.
Still sitting on the floor of the shower, Garrett was too exhausted to care that his coach now knew that his goalie had an accident on the field. His shorts were starting to chafe and feel cold against his legs. He wanted to shower, go home, and sleep away the shame of today.
“Abby,” JJ was saying, “I swear, I didn’t know. I’m sorry. You’re right, I wasn’t paying attention; I was only thinking about the game.”
Abby sighed. She was tired, too, and she knew JJ hadn’t meant any harm. She was just so angry for her brother and frustrated that she couldn’t do anything about it.
“Look, JJ, I know,” she muttered. “It was a big game, and I’m happy for you. But please, just go back to your team. Tell them Garrett landed wrong on that last save and went home to rest. He’ll be fine in time for the state quarterfinals.”
JJ nodded. “Of course. I’ll call you tomorrow?”
“Sure,” Abby agreed. She let JJ kiss her on the cheek before he ran back to the field.
“Ab?”
Abby turned around to see Garrett standing behind her, a few specks of urine still dripping from the cuffs of his shorts.
“Hey, kid,” Abby said softly. “Sorry I got so mad. I probably shouldn’t have told JJ what happened. I’m sure he won’t tell anyone.”
Garrett sniffled. “It’s OK. I just wanted to get my stuff so I can shower before the other guys get here.”
“Of course,” Abby replied. “I’ll bring the car around and wait for you.”
Garrett grabbed his gym bag and turned on the shower. Under the hot water, he felt himself tear up again. All he could think about was lying on the ground after that last save, having an accident in his shorts, feeling the hot pee gush uncontrollably down his legs. His hands shook from the utter degradation of it all. A 16-year-old, practically a grown man, wetting on himself like a baby. Garrett couldn’t stop more tears from falling from his eyes.
Garrett showered quickly, not wanting to still be in the locker room when his teammates jubilantly burst in after the trophy ceremony. Disgusted, he rinsed his piss-soaked uniform before throwing it into his gym bag and pulling on his clothes from school. Tossing his bag over his shoulder, Garrett trudged out to meet his sister.
Abby saw Garrett emerge from the side door and pulled the car up to the sidewalk. Garrett threw his bag in the back and slid into the front seat, head down and sniffling. Abby felt a surge of affection for her brother. She leaned over and hugged his shoulders.
“You did a great job, today, bud. Your team’s going to state because of you. That’s all you need to worry about.”
Garrett managed a half-smile, even though he was still shaking from the humiliation of his accident. “Thanks, Abs. I just want to go home.”
Edited February 23, 2017 by Kirito
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Wow, this is so old! I'm flattered people are still trying to read it. I have no idea how to edit a post this old, so here is the story again. Thanks for pointing out the problem!
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Garrett jogged into the locker room with the rest of his team at halftime, sweaty but exhilarated. Halfway through the district championship, his high school soccer team was playing well, holding their cross-town rivals, the top-scoring team in the league, to a 0-0 tie. Garrett ripped off his goalie gloves and grabbed his water bottle, straddling a bench to listen to Coach’s midgame adjustments.
Garrett jiggled his right knee restlessly. He was pleased with his own performance in goal and eager to get back on the field for the second half. As a sophomore, he knew some of his teammates had questioned the young Coach’s pre-season decision to name Garrett the starting goalie, but he had worked hard to prove his worth. Their current position in the district finals was, in no small part, thanks to his disciplined, intuitive goalkeeping. At 6 feet tall and broad-shouldered, Garrett looked older than his 16 years, intimidating opposing strikers with his intense gaze and long-armed reach protecting the goal. Of course, players for the Adams High Raiders weren’t easily intimidated, Garrett thought as he watched Coach draw some suggested plays on the whiteboard. They’d been aggressive all night, and Garrett had made a couple of very close saves.
Garrett mindlessly drained the rest of his water bottle. The early November weather wasn’t overly warm, but Garrett didn’t get a lot of breaks in goal and wanted to stay hydrated. He’d consumed water throughout the day, gulping down two whole water bottles during warmups. As Coach was concluding his halftime pep talk, Garrett noticed a twinge in his own bladder. It wasn’t anything that would bother him normally, but he wanted to be completely undistracted for the second half.
As the team stood to return to the field, bouncing with confidence, Garrett jogged toward Coach to ask to use the restroom.
“Coach Carden…” he started.
“Garrett!” Coach interrupted. “I want you to do a few more stretches with the trainer before halftime ends. You hit the ground hard on that last save, so I want to make sure you’re nice and loose for the rest of the game.”
“Sure, but…” Garrett felt slightly flustered. He hadn’t thought his need was too urgent, but his stomach clenched at the thought of having to wait until after the game to relieve himself.
“No buts!” Coach barked. “Get out there!”
“Yes, sir,” Garrett mumbled, jogging out after his teammates.
Coach JJ Carden liked Garrett. The kid’s family had more money than God, but Garrett never acted arrogant or entitled. He kept his head down and worked hard, earning every minute of his starting spot in goal. JJ was often stunned at how fearlessly Garrett threw himself after opponent’s shots on goal. JJ also happened to be dating Garrett’s older sister, Abby, a 3rd-year med student at the local university. Luckily, Garrett’s preternatural athleticism erased any thoughts of nepotism from the team’s collective mind. Garrett would’ve been the starting goalie regardless of whom his sister dated.
At the end of halftime, Garrett took his place in the goal, widening his stance and swaying back and forth slightly, hands loose by his thighs. He was aware of the mild discomfort from his bladder, but knew that he could make it through the second half.
And make it, he did. Garrett was phenomenal, flying around the goal, not letting a single shot by. Unfortunately, his teammates were not as effective on offense. At the end of regulation, the score remained 0-0, and Garrett squirmed a bit as he jogged to the bench to prepare for overtime.
Abby watched nervously from the stands. At 26, she was 10 years older than her baby brother and still tended to think of him that way. Though Garrett had long since outgrown her, Abby still felt protective, wanting to shield him from any pain or harm. She knew Garrett was an outstanding goalie; she also knew that goalies, like pitchers in baseball or placekickers in football, were easy scapegoats in a close loss. She could handle watching her boyfriend coach in the district finals, but watching her younger brother literally stand between his team and the end of their season was considerably more nerve-wracking.
As Garrett joined his team on their sideline, Abby noticed his thighs briefly press together. Most people probably wouldn’t have noticed, but Abby was painfully aware of her brother’s somewhat tenuous history with continence.
***
As a child, Garrett had the unfortunate combination of a small bladder and an intense lack of distractability when playing, which led to several accidents around their house. Abby and their parents were never frustrated, though, and Garrett’s naturally pleasant disposition prevented him from allowing his wettings to bother him...until he got to school. While accidents were common enough for students in preschool and kindergarten, Garrett quickly learned that first graders were expected to keep their pants dry. Early in the school year, Garrett felt familiar wetness down his legs as he sat through a math lesson. Only this time, instead of simply being dismissed by the teacher to change his clothes, Garrett found himself surrounded by classmates laughing and pointing at him, deriding him for his “babyish” behavior. Garrett’s face flamed and tears ran down his cheeks. He hadn’t thought that having accidents was a big deal, but apparently, he was wrong. He was an infant, he was stupid, he wasn’t a big boy. He knew, even at age 6, that he could never pee his pants in front of his friends again.
From that day on, Garrett was exceedingly careful with his bathroom habits in public. Even at camp or on field trips, Garrett would use the restroom at every opportunity. When he was forced to go more than a couple of hours without a break, he became anxious and twitchy. Though he never came close to wetting himself, the worry was always in the back of him mind.
Nighttime was a different issue entirely. The anxiety of his first-grade accident translated into several bedwettings per week. Each time, Garrett would wake up in tears, gasping out apologies as Abby or his parents would change his sheets, whispering words of comfort - it wasn’t his fault, it can happen to anyone, shhh, Garrett, don’t worry, buddy. It’s fine. Still, Garrett wet the bed consistently until age 10, with sporadic nighttime accidents that stopped only when he reached high school.
***
Knowing about Garrett’s history of bedwetting and uneasy desire to avoid desperation, Abby tensed seeing him stand next to Coach. She knew that Garrett was probably already uncomfortable with the fullness of his bladder, and she could only hope that the game ended after only one overtime period.
Garrett, slowly shifting his weight back and forth on the sideline, hoped the same thing.
Garrett sprinted back to the goal for the start of overtime. He had 10 minutes to protect his goal while his teammates tried to score. Tournament rules didn’t allow for sudden-death goals; you played the whole 10 minutes. If the scored remained tied, you played another 10 mintues. If there still wasn’t a winner, each team chose 5 players for penalty kicks. Garrett, clenching his pelvic muscles, hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
The whistle blew and Garrett’s focus was entirely on the game, forgetting about his still-filling bladder. Coach had drawn up an aggressive offensive scheme, and his players kept the ball across midfield. Just past the 6 minute mark, however, a Raider forced the ball away from Joey, the senior captain, and dribbled toward Garrett.
Garrett wiggled his splayed fingers, his eyes never leaving his opponent. Of course it was Olly O’Leary, the All-State senior from Adams. Olly was a breathtakingly talented player, already committed to Stanford. With defenders closing in, Olly feinted left and kicked right, sending the ball flying to Garrett’s left, just above the ground. Garrett launched sideways, his long arms outstretched. Fully extended, Garrett punched the ball forward, sending it soaring out of bounds before he hit the ground. The home crowd roared with approval, and Garrett lept back to his feet, shaking with adrenaline.
As the ref set up the throw-in, Garrett positioned himself back in the center of the goal. He tried to focus on the game, but he was all too aware of the few drops of urine that had escaped during that last save. The clock kept ticking, and Garrett clenched every muscle in the lower half of his body, praying his teammates would find a way to score.
The final 3 minutes of overtime passed, though, and the score remained tied. Faced with yet another 10 minute period between him and a toilet, Garrett bit his lower lip to keep it from trembling. It would be fine, he thought. Just because he never let himself hold it this long didn’t mean he couldn’t, right?
In the stands, Abby groaned as the whistle blew to indicate the end of the first overtime. She knew Garrett must feel awful by now and couldn’t help but notice how stiffly he jogged back to the sideline for another round of Coach’s advice. She hoped that anyone else watching him would attribute his bouncing and swaying to nerves, not an increasing desire to pee.
For the third time that evening, Garrett ran back to his spot in goal. This time, though, he kept his legs close together, shifting his hips left to right, trying to maintain a casual-looking hold on his bladder. Yet when the period started, he was right back in his stance, coiled and ready for whatever came his way.
This time, the Raiders were the aggressive ones, pushing to ball toward to goal box, keeping Garrett’s teammates back in a frantic defensive effort. They were staunch, however, and the few shots that made it toward Garrett were weak and ill-placed. Finally, one shot flew straight toward him and landed safely in his arms. As Garrett kicked the ball high in the air, arcing over midfield, he felt a spasm in his bladder. The shortest of leaks escaped, creating a tiny damp patch in his briefs. Garrett exhaled sharply, clenching tightly. With the ball on the other side of the field, he could spend a few seconds getting himself back under control, but the precariousness of his situation was unnerving. Please, guys, he silently begged his teammates. Let’s end this now.
100 yards away, Garrett saw Joey, their senior captain, execute a beautiful shot on the Raiders’ goal. It sailed just past their goalie’s outstretched fingers...and clanged off the crossbar, flying sideways just as time expired.
“Nooooooo!” Garrett moaned. WIth no score after 2 overtime periods, each team would have 5 penalty kicks. All eyes would be on him, and all responsibility.
As Garrett stood on the sidelines, he allowed himself a quick squeeze of his crotch while all eyes were on Coach, picking the 5 kickers. Tiebreaker kicks could take awhile, Garrett thought. Maybe Coach would let him run to the locker room real quick while they were setting up.
“Coach?” Garrett’s voice shook ever so slightly. “Do you think I could…”
“Garrett!” Coach Carden’s voice was low, intense. “You’ve done a great job, kid, but you know this is all on you, now. I know you can do this, and I don’t want you to be nervous…”
Garrett’s face fell as Coach kept talking. The young man was known for his somewhat lengthy pep talks, and Coach prided himself on taking time to build up each player before important moments. Garrett watched forlornly as the refs walked back on to the field. There’s no way he’d have time run back to the bathroom now.
Garrett stood up straight, squeezing his pelvic muscles tightly, desperate to gain as much control as possible before heading back to protect his goal. He turned his eyes back toward Coach and nodded as if he’d been listening to the man’ speech. Coach smiled grimly and patted Garrett on the shoulder, sending him back out on the field.
The Raiders won the toss and elected to kick second. Garrett watched as his team’s first shot was batted away by the opposing goalkeeper. His turn. He stared down the approaching player, a stocky, powerful junior. The Raider approached quickly, but recklessly, and Garrett barely even moved as he watch the shot fly harmlessly to the outside of the right post. 0-0 after one kick each.
After the second shots, the game remained scoreless. Garrett stood between each save, tensing his muscles tightly, doing everything he could to keep from grabbing at his crotch. His stomach was starting to hurt, and his body vibrated with the effort of holding his urine. The third Raider stepped onto the field - a tiny redhead, known for his blinding speed. The player sprinted toward Garrett, dribbling the ball like a pro. As Garrett focused on the redhead’s feet, his bladder jerked, sending a few more drops into his already-damp jock strap. The shock of that small wetting distracted him for a split second, and his jump was too late. The ball flew past Garrett’s fingertips to the back corner of the net. 1-0, Raiders.
Garrett flung his head from side to side, trying to shake off the goal and the increasing pressure in his bladder. His world felt contracted, and he could barely hear the encouraging shouts from the stands and sidelines. All that mattered now was stopping the next two kickers...and not have a huge accident in front of what seemed like the whole town.
Still tense, Garrett watched as Matthias, a soft-spoken senior with a powerful leg, blasted the ball past the Raiders’ goalie. The crowd erupted, and the score was tied as all eyes turned back to Garrett.
Garrett barely even noticed the opposing player. Time seemed to speed up as he jumped straight into the air, swatting the ball safely over the net. Garrett landed in a crouch, unable to stop himself from gripping his dick to stop yet another leak. The wet patch felt huge against his skin, and his lower lip trembled with anxiety and humiliation. He hoped that the crowd, enthusiastically cheering his save, wouldn’t notice his perilously desperate state. One more, Garrett told himself. One more.
On the other end of the field, Joey lined up for the team’s final kick, their last chance to take the lead. After slowly rolling the ball back and forth for a few seconds, Joey suddenly burst forward, juking furiously toward the goal. With a blasting kick, Joey sent the ball flying toward the upper right corner of the goal...and just past the Raider goalie’s reach!
The crowd burst with deafening shrieks of excitement, and Garrett pumped his fist, allowing himself a moment of joy before the enormity of his task jerked him back to solemnity. The brief expression of delight had cost him another leak, one that went right through the wet patch in his jock strap and trickled down his thigh.
Garrett gasped, his eyes watering with pain and embarrassment. He stood upright, pressing his thighs together and raising his arms to make it look like he was stretching. Really, he was squeezing his legs together, desperately trying to eke out enough control to block this last shot. This was it - the whole game, the whole season, all on him.
Olly O’Leary sneered in Garrett’s direction as he approached the ball. The Raider saw Garrett’s hands shaking and smirked, sure that this unworthy sophomore was no match for his All-State skills.
Staring back, Garrett did his best to look calm, but as Olly slowly set up the ball, Garrett felt the tiniest stream of urine slip past his sphincter. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t stop the flow entirely and felt his jock strap dampening even more. Garrett blushed furiously and felt tears prick at his eyes. The anxiety of his wetting, the suspense of the approaching player, closed in around him.
Olly O’Leary was picking up speed, flicking the ball back and forth with agility that belied his high school status.
Angrily, Garrett crouched in front of him, knowing that this shot was all he had left. The roar of the crowd faded into the background, and Garrett felt like he could hear his own heartbeat. Olly spun the ball in the air and flipped sideways for a bicycle kick, sending the ball racing toward the top left corner of the goal.
Garrett saw the move and vaulted to his left, stretching every inch of his 6-foot body toward the speeding ball. Garrett flicked his wrist forward, catching the ball with his fingertips. The interruption was just enough to alter the path of the ball, careening it off the left post and safely out of bounds.
The crowd thundered with elation, Coach bellowed, and his teammates leaped in the air, ricocheting off each other in ecstatic, teenage hugs.
But Garrett lay on the ground in stunned silence. The save had come at a price of his last bit of control, and urine poured out of him onto the torn up grass.
Garrett breathed heavily, unable to put together coherent thoughts. He was having an accident, he was peeing in his pants in public, he was…
Garrett looked up to see Coach running toward him, wild with excitement. Hysterically, Garrett jumped to his feet, clamping his pelvic muscles to stem the flow of piss. He flung out his hand as Coach bounded forward.
“No!” Garrett yelped, his voice cracking with shame. He couldn’t bear the thought of Coach getting close enough to see him having an accident all over the grass. “Don’t!”
JJ stopped abruptly, utterly bemused at his goalie’s behavior. He stood, stunned, as Garrett turned and dashed toward the locker room.
From the stands, Abby fought her way through the celebrating crowd. She had watched with increasing agony for her younger brother. She knew he must be desperate, and when she saw him stay on the ground after his last save, she suspected the worst.
Abby made her way quickly across the field toward JJ.
“Abs!” he cried as he saw her. “I think Garrett’s hurt. I should…”
“No, no, no,” Abby interrupted. “You celebrate with your team. I’ll take care of him.” Abby kissed her boyfriend on the cheek and hurried to the locker room to find her brother.
Garrett hadn’t stopped running until he reached the showers. He had started wetting again as soon as he’d turned from Coach, urine spilling down his legs as he stumbled across the school grounds. His breath came in great ragged gasps; it felt like his accident would never end and the whole town must know about it. Garrett flung himself through the door of the locker room, feeling drops of pee flick off the cuff of his shorts. He collapsed on the floor of the showers, sobbing with mortification as the flow of urine finally slowed.
Abby gently pressed the door of the locker room open.
“Gar?” she called gently.
Her face fell as she heard her brother’s choked cries coming the showers. “Garrett?” she called again.
Garrett’s lip trembled even more when he heard his sister’s voice. He was shaking and exhausted, and all he wanted was to feel safe. He looked up as Abby turned the corner.
Abby’s heart broke when she saw her baby brother on the floor of the locker room shower, red eyes, tear-streaked face, and pee-drenched shorts.
“Ab…” Garrett whimpered, gazing pathetically up at his sister. “I...had an...accident…” Tears fell fresh from his eyes. “I tried to ask Coach to go at halftime and before penalty kicks and he wouldn’t listen he kept talking and I didn’t want to let everybody down…” Garrett’s rambling trailed off into bawling.
“Oh, baby,” Abby sighed, as she dropped to her knees and wrapped her brother in a hug. “It’s OK, I promise. Nobody saw.”
Garrett gulped in big breaths between cries. “I peed [gulp] my pants!” He wailed into his sister’s shoulder, his greatest social fear of the past 10 years realized. “I wet [gulp] everywhere!”
“Shhhhh,” Abby murmured. “Sweetie, it’s OK.”
“Abby? Garrett?”
Garrett and his sister started as JJ’s voice echoed through the locker room. Abby’s eyebrows drew together, and she gave Garrett a protective clutch around his shoulders before striding out of the showers to meet JJ.
“Hey!” JJ cried as Abby came around the corner. “Is he OK?”
“How DARE you?!?” Abby growled, striding toward her boyfriend.
JJ recoiled. “What? What did I do? Is Garrett OK?”
“No, he’s not OK!” Abby hissed. She liked JJ, but all she could think about was her crying, humiliated brother. “You don’t let your players use the bathroom, and now my brother wet himself sending your team to the state playoffs!”
JJ gaped, unsure of what to say. “I didn’t...he didn’t say…”
“He tried to ask you at halftime and before the penalty kicks and you just bulldozed right over him! How can you work with high school students and have so little awareness of their needs??” Abby was furious.
Still sitting on the floor of the shower, Garrett was too exhausted to care that his coach now knew that his goalie had an accident on the field. His shorts were starting to chafe and feel cold against his legs. He wanted to shower, go home, and sleep away the shame of today.
“Abby,” JJ was saying, “I swear, I didn’t know. I’m sorry. You’re right, I wasn’t paying attention; I was only thinking about the game.”
Abby sighed. She was tired, too, and she knew JJ hadn’t meant any harm. She was just so angry for her brother and frustrated that she couldn’t do anything about it.
“Look, JJ, I know,” she muttered. “It was a big game, and I’m happy for you. But please, just go back to your team. Tell them Garrett landed wrong on that last save and went home to rest. He’ll be fine in time for the state quarterfinals.”
JJ nodded. “Of course. I’ll call you tomorrow?”
“Sure,” Abby agreed. She let JJ kiss her on the cheek before he ran back to the field.
“Ab?”
Abby turned around to see Garrett standing behind her, a few specks of urine still dripping from the cuffs of his shorts.
“Hey, kid,” Abby said softly. “Sorry I got so mad. I probably shouldn’t have told JJ what happened. I’m sure he won’t tell anyone.”
Garrett sniffled. “It’s OK. I just wanted to get my stuff so I can shower before the other guys get here.”
“Of course,” Abby replied. “I’ll bring the car around and wait for you.”
Garrett grabbed his gym bag and turned on the shower. Under the hot water, he felt himself tear up again. All he could think about was lying on the ground after that last save, having an accident in his shorts, feeling the hot pee gush uncontrollably down his legs. His hands shook from the utter degradation of it all. A 16-year-old, practically a grown man, wetting on himself like a baby. Garrett couldn’t stop more tears from falling from his eyes.
Garrett showered quickly, not wanting to still be in the locker room when his teammates jubilantly burst in after the trophy ceremony. Disgusted, he rinsed his piss-soaked uniform before throwing it into his gym bag and pulling on his clothes from school. Tossing his bag over his shoulder, Garrett trudged out to meet his sister.
Abby saw Garrett emerge from the side door and pulled the car up to the sidewalk. Garrett threw his bag in the back and slid into the front seat, head down and sniffling. Abby felt a surge of affection for her brother. She leaned over and hugged his shoulders.
“You did a great job, today, bud. Your team’s going to state because of you. That’s all you need to worry about.”
Garrett managed a half-smile, even though he was still shaking from the humiliation of his accident. “Thanks, Abs. I just want to go home.” |
Prologue: The Sample
The girl looked down at the pamphlet for a few seconds, her expression quickly shifting from curiosity to confusion. Then she looked up and asked, "So like what does it actually do?"
Clarice sighed inwardly. "Like the description there says, it's an enzyme which transforms naturally occurring proteins into different proteins, so that we can do some research to figure out if there might be a medical use for those new proteins." The team had tried to make the language on the volunteer information handout as simple and accessible as they could, but most of the volunteers still didn't seem to understand it and ended up asking Clarice to explain everything anyway. The one across the desk from her now had a vacant expression that seemed to say she had stopped listening somewhere around the word 'enzyme', and Clarice found herself wondering if the girl had even seen the inside of a biology classroom since high school. "We think it might be useful in treating various conditions, including... um," the girl's vacant look hadn't changed yet, and she glanced down at the cup of pills on the desk as if they were somehow the source of her confusion. Realizing that this was getting nowhere, Clarice gave another silent sigh and changed tactics. "Well, like keeping skin clear and healthy, for one thing, and-"
The volunteer's face lit up instantly. "Really? Aw great," she interrupted. After that Clarice just had to go over the details of the stipend and show her where to sign, and then the girl took the pills and left to hang out at the Starbucks across the street for the next half hour.
Clarice grumbled to herself a little as she sat back down behind the campus health center receptionist's desk. It was just like Camille said earlier. Even a girl with only the vaguest understanding of things like enzymes and proteins and biology in general knew something about skin care, and all it took to get a confused undergrad volunteer to sign her consent form was a quick mention of 'clear healthy skin'. It wasn't a lie or anything - one of the most promising potential applications they were looking into was was a treatment for certain forms of early-onset heritable hyperkeratosis - but Clarice still didn't like having to work around other people's ignorance with that kind of half-truth.
She kept grumbling silently about it for a few minutes until her next volunteer arrived. It was another undergrad girl, and it looked like this one had just been hanging out at that Starbucks before she came here. She had light brown hair with platinum blonde highlights and she was wearing a cute sleeveless crop top and cute tight denim short shorts and cute little strappy flat sandals, just perfect for looking good and staying comfortable in the summer heat. She was holding a large coffee cup with that familiar mermaid logo, and she drank down the last of its contents and tossed the empty cup in the trash before she came up to the desk where Clarice was waiting.
"Hi, I'm Tara. I saw your ad earlier, are you still looking for volunteers?" the girl asked hopefully. Clarice gave her the usual bright and cheerful welcome and handed her the information pamphlet and showed her the pills, and unlike that last airhead, when Tara opened the pamphlet and started to read it she remained bright-eyed and focused. "Okay, so it's about creating designer proteins to use for some kind of medical treatment," Having quickly summarized the handout's information, she looked up and asked, "What kind of proteins does your enzyme act on, and what are you working on developing treatments for?"
Clarice happily answered her questions, somewhat heartened at a prospective volunteer who actually seemed to understand her explanation. Even though Tara didn't seem to be a science major or anything, she could at least grasp the terminology involved well enough to ask relevant questions, which was more than could be said for most of today's other volunteers. Clarice ended up going into quite a bit more detail than usual, and while she was explaining everything Tara pulled a large bottle of water out of her cute backpack and started absentmindedly sipping from it. "Right now we're still trying to determine if this whole approach will produce the levels of modified protein that we need. According to the theory our methods should be viable, but if it doesn't work out we'll just need to find another source," Clarice concluded with a tone of cautious optimism.
"Well, it sure sounds interesting anyway," Tara replied, chuckling. "And I could really use the money. So all I need to do is sign here, take the pills and then give a sample, right?" She looked down at the consent form and reached for the pen.
"That's right. You can come back in about a half hour for that part."
Tara stopped halfway through her signature and looked up. "Oh, I don't need to wait or anything. I'm ready to go right away."
"Oh, yes, you can take the pills right away. It's just after that you'll just need to wait about a half hour for the enzyme to take effect."
"Aw gee, really?" Tara set the pen down, frowning. "I was kinda on the way to my final just now. Does it have to be in a half hour? How about if I come back a little later? in like an hour or two?"
"Oh, that shouldn't be a problem." Most of the volunteers had wanted to get everything over with as soon as possible, but as far as Clarice knew there wasn't any reason why waiting a little longer should make a difference.
"Great!" Tara exclaimed, grinning. "I'll see you in a little while, then." She finished signing and she took the pills, washing them down with another gulp from her water bottle, and then she left. Clarice wished her luck with her final and sat back down to wait for the next volunteer.
Two and a half hours later she was still sitting there waiting when the door opened again. Clarice got up right away with a smile on her face, which disappeared when she saw who it was.
"Heyyy, how are you doing over here?" Camille asked with a smirk as she sauntered up and leaned on the desk. "Got a lot of volunteers? Betcha I got more," she giggled. Camille was the other postdoc working on this project, and as usual she had found a way to turn it into a competition.
Clarice sighed softly, annoyed. "Come on, Cam. I already told you this is research, not some kind of race."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Cam waved away her objections. "well just because it's research doesn't mean we can't have a little fun with it. Anyway, I already dropped my samples off at the lab and the results should be ready soon, so just meet me there when you've got enough." She trotted off down the hall to the lab, ignoring Clarice's second annoyed sigh.
Even though Clarice was pretty sure they had all the samples the project needed already, there was still something she had to wait for. She didn't have to wait long, however. Almost as soon as she sat back down the door opened again, and this time it was just who Clarice was hoping for.
"Oh, Tara. I'm glad to see you again. I was starting to get worried that you wouldn't make it."
"Uh-huh. Me too. I'm really glad I made it." Tara replied as she came up to the desk. Her voice seemed a bit strained and there was something odd about the way she was walking, but Clarice couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. "So um, I can just give you the sample right now, right?"
"Of course. Come right through here." Clarice gestured to the door that separated the lobby from the receptionist's desk area. "Just let me get this first..." She turned and knelt to reach into the cabinet behind the desk. Then Tara came through the door, and as soon as she did Clarice froze wide-eyed and gave a little surprised gasp. Kneeling like she was meant her eyes were right about level with Tara's bellybutton, which meant she was looking right at Tara's bare midriff, between the bottom of her crop top and the top of her short shorts. And that meant she just couldn't help but notice that Tara was sporting an absolutely spectacular bladder bulge.
There was no mistaking the gentle yet pronounced curvature of Tara's lower abdomen, a broad swell that started just above Tara's bellybutton and extended downward in a long ovoid shape with just a bit of the lowest corner hidden by the waistband of Tara's shorts. That bulge was a clear and very obvious sign of Tara's very full bladder, and as soon as Clarice saw it she suddenly noticed a whole collection of equally obvious signs, particularly the way Tara just couldn't seem to keep still. She was squirming nonstop, shifting her weight back and forth and side to side and wiggling her hips constantly. Her thighs were pressed tightly together, and she seemed to be leaning forward at the waist just a little bit. The longer Clarice watched the more certain she became that Tara really had to go.
"Do you, um, need something?" Tara asked after a few long moments in that same strained nervous voice as before, which startled Clarice back to attention.
"Oh! I... yes, I've got it right here," Clarice pulled the sample cup from the cabinet, blushing suddenly at having been caught staring. She stood up and gestured down the hall. "Here, it's right this way." Tara turned and trotted that way as fast as she could while keeping her thighs pressed together, with Clarice following after her and staring again, quickly concluding that not only did Tara really have to go, she really couldn't hold it much longer.
When they reached the bathroom door Clarice hastily unscrewed the lid of the sample cup and offered it to Tara, who moved to accept it only to suddenly let out a gasp and shove both hands into her crotch. She stayed like that for a few moments with a wide-eyed expression of intense and concentration. Then she snatched the cup with one hand and began to fumble at her shorts with the other, dashing into the bathroom without pausing to close the door. Clarice stood there for a few more moments, tense with anticipation, until there was a soft hiss and a loud splattering sound, followed by an even louder moan of relief.
"She made it," Clarice whispered to herself, sighing and letting the tension drain away. "I'm really glad she made it." That splattering sound, already starting to change to splashes, was one that Clarice recognized immediately. It was the distinctive and very familiar sound of a powerful jet of fluid shooting into an empty cup at close range and rapidly filling it up. It was, in other words, the sound of Tara producing a urine sample.
After a little while Clarice noticed the bathroom door was still open and leaned over to close it, glancing in the mirror as she did so and catching a glimpse of Tara's shorts crumpled around her ankles as she perched at the edge of the toilet seat. After a while longer the hissing and splashing finally faded away, and after another while Tara emerged from the bathroom, again fully dressed and with the very full sample cup in her hand. Clarice carefully took it from her and screwed the lid back on, then they both went back to the receptionist's desk to deal with the remaining paperwork and other arrangements.
Later, in the lab, Clarice and Camille were reviewing their results together. "Looks like I got two more test subjects than you did," Camille bragged, smirking again as she read the results coming up on the screen.
"Quit trying to turn everything into a contest, Cam," Clarice scolded her fellow postdoc yet again. She had brought her collected samples to the lab as soon as Tara left, and all that remained now was to wait for the mass spectrometer to produce its results.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, well let's just see who's got the best samples. You haven't lost yet. And who knows, your samples might have higher protein levels or something." Cam was still smirking. Those protein levels were what mattered for this experiment, not the number of samples. If they got good levels of enough of the target proteins it would mean their enzyme was a viable candidate for use in the next phase of research. Otherwise they would have to start over with trying to figure out a different approach, and that was sure to put the whole project behind schedule. Clarice gave Cam a quick glare, then went back to examining the results.
For a few moments both of them just stared at the screen in silence. Then Clarice let out a soft "Wow," blinked a few times and looked again. "That's..."
"How did you do that!" Cam burst out. "These numbers can't be right. What did you do to this thing?" She jabbed a finger toward the screen, pointing at the same set of numbers that Clarice was still staring at. The results from most of the samples were just about what they expected, with protein levels right in the range predicted by their experimental hypothesis. But the numbers for one particular sample were different, and according to them, that single sample contained far higher levels of all their target proteins than any of the others, levels even higher than those predicted by their most optimistic projections. If those numbers were accurate, it could have enormous implications for their research. Cam, however, was still focused on her little competition. "How did your results end up so much better than mine? Did you do something weird with that sample? How the heck did you get results like that!?" she demanded.
"I..." Clarice began, still hardly believing the numbers she was looking at. Then, belatedly registering Cam's accusations, she turned and snapped, "Will you forget about that stupid imaginary competition business already? This is important!" Cam opened her mouth for an indignant reply, but thought better of it. Clarice continued, "Now I don't know what happened, and I certainly didn't do anything to make it happen, but if we can figure it out and find a way to consistently reproduce this kind of result it could turn our project into a major avenue of research. Got it?" She left unsaid the rest, about the funding that such a breakthrough bring to the department and the prestige that it would bring the two postdocs who made the discovery, but she could see that Cam was thinking the same thing.
Cam kept thinking about all of that for a few seconds, then gave a reluctant nod. "Fine. But if you didn't do anything then what's going on? Because something weird must have happened with that sample, unless it's just some kind of fluke."
Clarice thought about that. "Something weird, huh?" she muttered. She looked again at the sample ID number on the screen above the anomalous and excellent results, and she thought back to what she saw just a little while ago. "Well I can't be sure, but I think I might have an idea..."
Experiment #1: The Final
When Clarice came into the lab the next day she was bright and cheerful, and Cam looked up from her workstation with a knowing grin. "So I guess you figured it out, huh?"
Clarice snickered a little and replied, "Well I can't be sure just yet, but I'm making good progress. I should have a definitive answer by-"
"Too late then!" Cam interrupted, grinning even more and turning her screen so Clarice could see it. "Because I've got it all figured out."
"Huh?" Clarice came over, frowning partly in annoyance at the quick return of Camille's annoying competitiveness but mostly in confusion. "What do you mean? Yesterday you said you didn't even have any idea what to look for." Cam had spent the rest of their lab time yesterday trying to come up with an idea about what might have caused the day's mysterious results, while Clarice got started following up on her own idea.
"Well I came up with something after we left." Cam replied. "Here, look," she hit a key on her workstation and started a video playing. "That's her, right?" Clarice looked at the screen and the video playing on it, a scene of a moderately crowded classroom, focused on a single desk from behind. After a second a girl walked over to that desk. Her upper body was out of the frame, but her long legs and short shorts and strappy flat sandals looked pretty familiar, and when she sat down and turned around to reach for her backpack Clarice could see that it was Tara.
"I knew it!" Cam declared, seeing Clarice's look of recognition. "She's gotta be the one who gave you the special sample. I knew you'd recognize her right away too, those highlights in her hair are really distinctive."
"But that's... but how did you..." Clarice sputtered for a moment. "But... how could you tell?" She searched the screen for any clues, like a glimpse of a familiar information pamphlet or volunteer form in that backpack, but there was nothing. "How did you even find a video of her?" She cried, now even more confused.
"Oh, just watch. I'm sure you'll figure it out." Cam snickered, smirking again. On the screen Tara was carefully arranging a set of pencils, her water bottle, and some papers on her desk. Then she leaned forward over the papers, and the camera immediately zoomed in to focus on her rear end.
"Um..." Clarice muttered, suddenly uncomfortable. "Is that, uh, trying to see her..."
"Oh yeah, I'll skip this part." Cam started tapping buttons to seek the video ahead. "See, apparently there's some kind of rumor that what's-her-name there never wears any panties, so somebody in her class started taking video of her to see if it's true." she snickered some more. "That's why they spend so much time looking at her butt and trying to see her buttcrack.
Clarice grimaced. She would have preferred to use the term 'gluteal cleavage'. She suddenly caught herself recalling that brief glimpse of Tara's shorts about her ankles and trying to decide if there'd been any sign of underwear to be seen, then grimaced again and put the image aside. Cam hit another button and the video started playing again, with Tara in the middle of taking a drink from her water bottle. Seeing that, Clarice quickly glanced at the video's progress bar, currently at a few minutes out of just over two hours, then at its title, which said something about a Summer final. This was the final that Tara mentioned when she volunteered, which mean that bottle of water was the same one she started drinking at the health center. But in the video it was already nearly empty, and with a sudden sense of foreboding Clarice thought back to Tara's empty coffee cup.
So it was no surprise when after only a little while (and another zoomed-in portion which Camille also skipped) Tara started to look a little bit uncomfortable and began to squirm slightly in her seat. Tara was so focused on the test that she didn't even seem to notice, however, and kept on absently taking sips from her water bottle even as her discomfort gradually got even worse and even more obvious. And when the bottle was empty she just placed it on the floor and reached into her backpack for another one and started taking sips from it instead. Clarice was starting to get uncomfortable just watching it.
Tara's squirming and fidgeting kept getting worse and worse, until her hips were wiggling sporadically back and forth and her tightly crossed legs were flexing in a semi-rhythmic motion. Eventually Tara's hand slipped between her thighs too, and it was around that point that Tara looked up from her test and glanced at her water bottle nervously, then slipped it back into her backpack. It was almost half-empty. Tara went back to working on the test, with her legs now crossed even more tightly and one hand planted firmly between her thighs, but her situation just kept on getting worse.
Clarice could tell just what was happening, and she knew just what was going to happen next. Tara's bladder was clearly very full already, and now that Tara had belatedly noticed it she was clearly trying her best to deal with the uncomfortable situation without letting it interfere with her concentration. But after drinking a whole big bottle of water and nearly half of another bottle, and most importantly a big cup of coffee before that, Tara's situation was going to get a whole lot more uncomfortable before long.
Clarice found herself thinking back to something Tara had said at the health center yesterday, an oblique mention that her bladder was at least a little bit full already. Clarice had hardly even noticed it at the time, but that brief comment had tremendous implications for the events now unfolding on the screen. Clarice found herself thinking about the biology of the developing situation as she watched. If Tara's body was responding even a little bit to the considerable recent dose of caffeine she just took, it meant that most of the considerable volume of water she just drank was rapidly draining out of her system, through her kidneys and right into her already uncomfortably full bladder. Watching Tara's increasingly obvious distress, Clarice tried to tell herself that it couldn't be quite as bad as it seemed, since she already knew Tara would make it back to the health center in time to release the contents of her bulging bladder into a conveniently available sample cup, but that didn't make watching Tara's suffering a whole lot easier.
And Tara's suffering was still getting worse. Her restless squirming slowly but surely grew more and more intense until she looked positively frantic. It looked like her bladder must be nearly filled to the brim by now, and Clarice knew there was still worse to come. She again glanced apprehensively at the video progress bar, wondering how much worse things could possibly get before the video and Tara's ordeal was finally over. Then, after a particularly intense surge that made Tara's whole body briefly tense up, Tara slipped both hands under the desk and started fiddling with her shorts. Clarice froze with dread, suddenly afraid that Tara was about to reach for the empty water bottle that was still sitting on the floor and do something she was sure to regret later, particularly once she inevitably discovered that it was caught on camera. But Tara only tugged at her shorts a little bit and shifted position slightly and then returned to her test, now looking much less distressed than before. It took a moment for Clarice to realize that the shorts were resting a little lower on Tara's hips.
It took another moment for whoever was operating the camera to notice, at which point the view zoomed in on Tara's butt once again, focused on her gluteal cleavage where it peeked out just a bit over the waistband of her newly lowered shorts. Cam snickered as she skipped the video ahead, remarking, "Looks like somebody got a better view than they expected this time." Clarice winced at that, and at Tara's slight accidental exposure, but mostly she just marveled at how much more comfortable Tara looked now. The waistband of the girl's shorts must have been squeezing her bulging bladder really badly, and it made sense that doing something about that squeezing would improve Tara's situation, but even so it seemed to have made way more of a difference than Clarice would have expected. She wondered how much of the effect was really physiological and how much was psychological, but then she caught herself designing an experiment to figure it out and decided it really wasn't important enough to bother thinking about too hard.
Tara's situation, meanwhile, started getting worse once again, but more gradually this time, and it never quite reached the same level of blatant and undeniable urgency as before. Just when Tara seemed to be getting a bit frantic again she put down her pencil and quickly flipped through the test, then started putting her things away. With no small relief Clarice saw from the progress bar that the video was almost over, and that most of the other students in the background had already left. Tara took her backpack and swiveled out of her seat and started to stand up, only to suddenly gasp and sit back down again with both hands clutching at her crotch and a very tense expression on her now partly-visible face, her whole body trembling. After a few moments she stood up more carefully, showing the camera a perfect profile of her magnificent bladder bulge before she turned away. That bulge was every bit as spectacular as Clarice remembered from yesterday, and when the camera turned to follow Tara trotting up to the front of the room and placing her test on the proctor's desk Clarice saw that the way she was walking was just like yesterday too.
Then the video was over and Clarice sat back, emotionally exhausted from having shared Tara's ordeal. Camille, meanwhile, declared with excitement, "There. See? I had a hunch last night so I did a few searches and this came up. It all makes sense now. That's where the protein levels came from!"
"It... huh?" Clarice muttered in response. Watching the video had got her so wrapped up in sympathy for Tara's plight that she'd all but forgotten about the experiment and the mysterious sample and the reason Cam showed her the video in the first place.
Ignoring Clarice's confusion, Cam kept right on going. "It's the hormones and the pH balance, just like we spent all that time dealing with." In the early stages of the project they had spent some time trying to work out what kind of effects various environmental factors such as pH and temperature would have on the enzyme's effectiveness. Issues arising from certain ambient hormones that would interfere with it were among the most difficult to resolve, and the major reason why they hadn't used any male volunteers for the experiment. Issues with the surrounding pH level were an even bigger problem, and a large part of the reason they needed to use volunteer test subjects in the first place. "We were trying to come up with an enzyme that would work in the bloodstream, but we ended up making one that works even better in the bladder!"
"In the... wait, so... you mean...?" Thinking about it, she had to admit the idea almost made sense. The enzyme would surely work differently in a less tightly controlled pH environment, although there was no way to know exactly what kind of effect that would have without an experiment. And all of the proteins that the enzyme acted upon were passed through the kidneys intact, as were the enzyme itself and all of its products.
"That's right," Cam continued, "so when that test subject of yours let her bladder get really full and kept holding it a really long time even though she had to go really bad, she ended up turning that big full bladder of hers into the best source of our proteins that we could have hoped for!"
Clarice sat stunned for a moment, then burst out, "But you can't be sure! It could be something else, right? What if..." she paused, thinking. "What if it's just because she waited longer? All the other volunteers took their pills and came right back after a half hour. She was the only one who waited any longer. What if that's all there is to it?" That was the idea Clarice came up with yesterday, and although it didn't seem to fit together quite like what Camille had just described it was still a possibility.
Cam nodded, still grinning. "That's possible, sure. Or it could just be a fluke, or it could have something to do with the girl herself, or something else we haven't thought of. But if I'm right then it means we just made a breakthrough, and I've got just the way to make sure." She snickered gleefully, then leaned forward intently. "Now tell me, how long did that girl of yours actually wait? After she took the pills, I mean."
"Her name's Tara. And I guess..." Clarice blinked, trying to remember. "It must have been about two and a half hours. But why...?"
"Is that all?" Cam snickered some more. "I would have thought it was longer for Tara's bladder to get filled right up to the brim like that. Maybe she just had more to drink than I thought." She shrugged. "Well anyway, I've waited over three hours already, so I guess that's long enough. Clarice blinked again in confusion until Cam stood up and lifted her top a little, revealing her own big and obvious bladder bulge.
Clarice gaped at her, sputtering, "You mean you... you're going to..."
"Of course. How am I supposed to test a hypothesis like this without doing a little experiment?" She gently patted the place just below her bellybutton. "I took the pills three hours ago, like I said, along with plenty of water. And I had plenty more to drink since then. So by now I should be just about as full as Tara was yesterday, right?" She knelt to retrieve a sample cup from the desk drawer and unscrewed the lid, then started to undo her pants.
Something occurred to Clarice then, and she stopped gaping long enough to protest, "But... but that's self-experimentation! You know you're not allowed to present results gained from self-experimentation like that." The rules were designed mostly to avoid giving anyone a reason to perform potentially dangerous experiments on themselves in the first place.
"Well then I won't present it," Cam replied casually with another shrug. "This is just a quick little confirmatory test. If it supports my hypothesis, we can do another real experiment later for real results we'll actually use." She slid her pants down around her knees and squatted right where she was. Clarice quickly tried to avert her eyes, gingerly looking back in time to see Cam carefully position the cup between her legs. Then Cam closed her eyes and grinned, and after a moment of suspense the stream shot out, hissing and splattering and splashing. Both researchers watched in silence as Camille emptied her bladder and filled her cup. "Just think," Cam spoke up again as her pale golden stream slowed and finally trickled to a stop and she carefully screwed the lid back on the sample cup, "what's in here could be just what we've been working so hard for this whole time."
Clarice looked at the cup in Camille's hands, and just like Cam said, the sparkling bubbly golden fluid that filled it now seemed somehow more special, more valuable. "well... maybe. If you're right about all this... we could come up with an experiment to make more..."
"And I've got the perfect idea how!" Cam stood and pulled her pants back up, then took her fresh sample over to the mass spectrometer. "Once we're done testing this I'll tell you all about it." |
This is an excerpt from a story I've written, specifically the first chapter. If you like what you read, check out the rest of the story here
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The multi-colored flashing lights, bathing the audience in their glow and giving them a different hue. Everything in the room vibrating from the thumping bass line. Each member of the crowd singing along to the song being performed (some better than others, though with so many voices, it’s hard to tell). She was in her element, the one place she felt she fit like the correct puzzle piece.
Vinyl Scratch, more commonly known by the stage name DJ PON3, was a music mare. She never quite fit in as a young mare, when the schools she went to were strict and no-nonsense. She was often sent out of class for “disturbing the peace”, as her teachers always called it. She never understood it, the worst she did was pull out the heavy metal music and start headbanging. The other kids loved it!
Her home life wasn’t much better. Granted, her parents accepted her habits when she wasn’t breaking the rules, but they were always hoping what she was going through was just a phase. Of course, considering her natural neon blue hair, they should have known better. It’s just like what a young Vinyl used to say, “I march to the beat of a different drummer. But instead of a drummer, it’s a cool DJ with a nice, hot flank!” Her personality hadn’t changed much over the years.
So, once she was finally free, she pursued her dream of becoming somepony in the music business. It was all thanks to a barely-older-than-herself stallion, Neon Light, who saw the potential she possessed and the talent she could bring. The fact that she had sex with him probably helped, too.
Neon Light was a lot like Vinyl Scratch in a lot of ways. They both shared an affinity for the techno beats, both wore outrageously sized sunglasses, and both had odd manes. She had the weird color, his, while a normal black, was all spiky. He had previously talked about how cool it would be if he dyed it golden, but something always stopped him. Usually, it was Vinyl Scratch. Neon could be a wild card, and that’s what she loved about him.
Not in a romantic way, of course. Vinyl was never one for romance. Her preferred night involved taking home some stallion from a show and doing him, and that was the end of it. She was a mare with needs, and romance wasn’t one of them. Her relationship with Neon was a bit different, though. Being partners in music, the two of them often spent plenty of time with each other, making him the only stallion (not related to her) whose personality she knew. And if either required some action, it would be done. It was a glamorous partnership.
Neon Light was currently on stage, performing. The crowd was fully into his act, hopping, bobbing, and singing along. To any normal pony, the voices blended together into an incomprehensible mess. But Vinyl Scratch had enough experience to make a sound from the gibberish, and she could pretty clearly hear what was supposed to be singing.
Neon Light was enjoying the attention, as he usually did. He strutted across the stage, swirled his tail, and shook his head to the beat. He was having fun doing what he did best, and the ponies congregated before him agreed. But eventually, the song must end, and it did.
Neon took center stage. “Alright, you’ve been a tremendous crowd, and I’m disappointed to say that my half of the show is over. But, once we come back from a 15 minute break, you will all get to enjoy the pumping beats of my sexy partner, DJ PON3!”
The ponies cheered as the colorful lights faded, and normal ones came on. The crowd disbanded as the two DJs trotted into their backstage room.
The room could really only be described by one word: crap. But it had chairs, a light, and a decent lack of infestations. So it was enough. Neon flopped down in a decidedly uncomfortable chair while Vinyl reached into a cooler and grabbed a can.
Neon laughed. “Really, Vinyl? You’re having another one of those energy drinks? You drink enough of those, and you’re going to start glowing!”
Vinyl stopped drinking for a second, before tilting the can upwards as far as she could, chugging the drink down. Once it was gone, she removed the can from her lips and tossed into a trashcan. “Really? Do you think that’ll happen?”
He let out an exasperated sigh. “I was joking, Scratch. Even if it was possible to drink enough of those to create a glow, there’s no way it’s a smaller number than the lethal amount. Why do you even need to drink one at this point? You haven’t done anything in the show!”
“Hey, watching you perform is exhausting! And this place doesn’t have the best ventilation, either. All those jumping and whooping ponies really heat up the room.”
“I noticed. You were letting out a pretty good sweat.” Neon licked his lips.
Vinyl noticed, and walked to the door, playfully wiggling her butt. “Sorry, but not right now. It’s not a time limitation, I know you can finish in the intermission time we have left, but I still need to get set up. Don’t worry, though, I’m free after the show.” She walked out, back to the stage to make sure her equipment was properly set up.
Vinyl walked back onto the stage, where most of the crowd was still waiting. They cheered at her entrance, though it was much quieter than it would be if her act was actually starting. She trotted to her turntable, a few lights on the console glowing. Like any good musician, she set up the equipment before the show started, it just required a quick check to make sure it was all still functional.
A few sound checks, and everything seemed perfect. Vinyl stood before the ponies, back from the intermission, watching her. The normal lights dimmed to blackness, a loud cheer came from the crowd, and the true rave began.
Flashing lights, techno beats, ponies jumping and singing, this was where Vinyl Scratch belonged. Everything was going perfectly, exactly as she had always performed. Except for one annoying little detail: the growing pressure between her hind legs.
Vinyl knew exactly what it was. Inevitability. The guaranteed conclusion to the amount of liquids she had ingested earlier. It was those same liquids working their way out of her digestive system, where they awaited expulsion from her body. In layman’s terms, she had to pee. Badly.
This was something she had dealt with before. Music was her special talent, what she loved doing. It made sense that she would get so engrossed in it that she could ignore bodily functions. She had accidents more often than she would admit before. But those were all during practice or leisure. She had never encountered this problem in front of a crowd.
Vinyl was worried, not sure what she could do. She wasn’t stopping her performance for a bathroom break. Vinyl held no secrets when it came to those certain body parts, but this was something entirely different. There was no way she was telling ponies she didn’t know something so personal.
As much as she hated to admit it, she really only had one option: hold it. There was still an hour left in her show, and she wasn’t too confident in her abilities. But she could at least secretly cross her hind legs behind her turntable, and she was quite proud of her skill at faking things (don’t tell any of her sex partners that).
Much like Vinyl would do, Neon was out in the wings of the stage, watching his partner’s performance. From this vantage point, he could very clearly see Vinyl’s predicament, and he was conflicted. On one hoof, considering some of the things she had done to him in the past, leaving her out there seemed like some good retribution. On the other hoof, it didn’t mean it wasn’t a dick move. Then again, watching her struggle with her body, legs crossed, bouncing slightly, it got him feeling something between his hind legs as well. He wasn’t sure which option to take.
In the end, his nice side won out, and he trotted to the power supply for their equipment. Looking around to be sure he was unseen, he nonchalantely flipped the switch, stopping the music.
Vinyl, just as confused as the rest of the ponies, turned her head to the sides of the stage, where she saw Neon, making a calling motion with his hoof. She quickly trotted to him, where he whispered “You owe me.”
Vinyl silently thanked Neon, and ran off to the filly’s room. The venue had two sets of bathrooms, one for the crowd, and one backstage for performers. Vinyl chose the latter, and rushed in as quickly as she could. She was not prepared for what she found.
The filly’s room was dirty, appalling, disgusting. She could probably catch 100 different diseases just standing there. She was used to some filth, but this was too much. “Has this room ever been cleaned,” she questioned angrily. She would be one to demand a janitor head in, if more pressing matters weren’t making themselves more apparent. Her bladder was pressing harder against her, attempting to force its contents out. Vinyl responded by squeezing her legs tighter, bouncing on them, and immediately rushing to use the colt’s room instead.
It was no worse, but no better either. Vinyl cringed, both at the absolutely amazing mess, and the now-severe pains she was feeling. The idea of just giving up and using it was starting to seem appealing to her, but a quick look at the ceiling quickly changed that. Clinging to the tiles was a spider, one approximately the size of one of Vintl’s goggles (according to her, her perception wasn’t exact at that point). She wouldn’t admit it, but she always had a fear of large insects. Just the sight of the arachnid was enough to send her into a minor panic, but one bad enough to make her release some of her urine. Now in full panic, she rushed out to reassess her plan.
She didn’t dare examine the damage her leak caused, but against her white coat, it couldn’t be good. “You can handle this, you can handle this, don’t panic…” She frantically looked around for some other option. Her eye caught a door leading outside, and she seriously began to consider it. This late at night, what pony would be around to catch me? This sort of idea normally wouldn’t cross her mind, but desperation can do strange things to a pony. She was ready to take the door, until she noticed two words above it in glowing letters: emergency exit. Ignoring the obvious “emergency” pun, she knew that if she opened it, the alarms would go off, the crowd would exit the building, straight to where she would be relieving herself. Not the most ideal scenario.
Vinyl’s options were quite limited at this point. She could tell that she was approaching a complete loss of control by her next idea, using the cans she had being drinking from earlier. As hard as it was to disregard any plan at this point, she already knew from past experimentation that she could not aim that well. So that left one choice that wasn’t wetting herself, using the crowd bathrooms, any worry of ponies seeing her in this state long gone.
She passed by the stage, where Neon was attempting to entertain the crowd. Having heard his improv skills before, Vinyl felt sorry for the ponies. But that pity quickly turned to embarrassment when her entrance attracted the attention of every pony standing in the room, each seemingly enthralled by her desperation. All the focus on her, combined with her time simply running out, opened the floodgates. Her not-so-private parts became a faucet, releasing what would be a very long pee.
Vinyl was in such shock that she couldn’t control her emotions. One part of her was angry, both at herself for bringing this upon herself, and at the other ponies for still staring. Another part was just embarrassed that something like this was happening to a full-grown mare like herself, so much so that she felt her eyes tearing up. She used her magic to slowly remove her goggles so she could cry freely. Might as well let out any other type of liquid at this point.
After what seemed like 5 minutes, she felt her stream finally grow weak and stop. She opened her eyes, still crying, to see the ponies still watching her. It wasn’t everyday that they would see something like this. She looked to Neon, still on stage, hoping for some form of comfort. What she found was a stallion, staring at her in awe, mouth agape. Turning back to the crowd, she found all the stallions doing the same, any pegasi having their wings extended. She knew what this was, something she had induced in many a stallion before. Complete arousal.
Wiping away her tears, she smiled, knowing that she somehow succeeded at something. She sighed in relief, seeing as how she didn’t during her tinkle, and felt happy. Thank Celestia most of my fans are huge perverts. |
Professor Hershel Layton was not a child. He knew not to drink copious amounts of fluids and to visit the restroom before heading on a long trip. He knew this especially well now that he found himself on some adventure or another, nursing an incredibly full bladder while he did his best to solve puzzles and keep Luke safe.
At first, the stress of the situation was enough to keep the feeling at bay, but the longer this went on, the more apparent it became that he wasn't going anywhere hospitable anytime soon, the more pressing the need became. The urge to give in and relieve himself in some secluded corner was great, but he kept himself from doing so. After all, he had to set a good example for Luke.
A true gentleman does not expose himself in public, he reminded himself. A true gentleman keeps himself under control at all times. A true gentleman...
"Professor, I've solved it!" Luke cried, turning to face his mentor with bright, shining eyes. "I think I heard the door unlock, didn't you?"
"Ah, yes. Wonderful," the professor replied, doing his best to match Luke's enthusiasm. "Let's move on, shall we?" His steps were deliberate and stiff as he did his best to keep his thighs pressed together without drawing attention to them.
The next room they entered was as dank as the last, appropriately sealed off at the far end to prevent them from going any further. Predictably, the door was sealed with a puzzle, and Luke looked expectantly at Layton.
"I'll bet you're just itching to solve one, aren't you?" He said with a grin. "I've sort of stolen all the other ones from you, so you go ahead."
In any other circumstance, Layton would have jumped at the chance. This particular puzzle looked to be quite challenging, and he had gone a good few corridors without solving anything, but the pressing urge in his lower body was at the forefront of his mind.
"You've been doing so well, Luke," he said, choosing his words carefully. "I'm sure you could tackle this one just as perfectly. Please, show me what you can do."
"Yes sir, Professor! I won't let you down!" And with that, the boy began fiddling with the puzzle lock. Layton subtly crossed his legs, stepping on his own foot to distract himself from the sting of his bladder.
Time passed. Whoever owned this building had left it in such a state of disrepair that there was a slow, steady leak from the ceiling. Layton cursed his luck. The fact that Luke seemed to be having a considerably more difficult time with this puzzle did not help things. He wasn't sure if leaving it to him was the best choice, since he was left with nothing but his thoughts now. He bit his lower lip and curled his toes inside his shoes, but nothing could adequately relieve the pressure in his gut.
"Gee, sliding block puzzles are rather difficult, aren't they, Professor?" Luke said absently, not turning away from the mechanism.
"A... Absolutely. But you mustn't give up, my boy. The solution is always within reach." Being motivational wasn't coming as easily to him as it usually did, but a true gentleman always keeps a positive attitude. A true gentleman does not wear his emotions on his sleeve. A true gentleman is patient, even in trying times. A true gentleman does not grasp himself through his trousers, regardless of how close he is to losing control...
It became a mantra to him. He would be fine, because he was a true gentleman. As he repeated the phrase in his mind, eventually the sound of Luke manipulating the puzzle became inaudible, yet the sound of dripping water amplified. He was simultaneously relaxed and tense.
The first sudden jet of urine barely registered to him. He had been squeezing his legs together so tightly, he didn't even notice the heat. It was the gentle relief that first alerted him something was wrong. Luke was still toying with the puzzle, Layton was still in the middle of an unfamiliar building, this room most definitely did not have the proper fixtures for someone in his place, and yet there was a very subtle, aching sort of relief in his abdomen. Even after he noticed, there was no stopping it. His body had long since reached its limit, and it was going to ease his burdened muscles for him.
A shivering sigh escaped his lips as the thin fabric of his underwear was saturated and piss began to run down his leg. He desperately hoped it wasn't audible to his companion, but as the stream intensified, there was a definite pattering as urine pooled at his feet. The feeling in his bladder was all at once satisfying and painful--his muscles really did ache from being tensed for so long, but now that they had to work in pushing the fluid of of him, they seemed to protest and the dull pain in his gut increased.
Eventually, the stream began to taper off. The puddle he had produced still steadily crept across the floor, though, getting dangerously close to Luke's feet. As the final few spurts gushed from him, Luke finally looked down and noticed the foreign liquid that seemed to originate from his mentor.
"Luke, I..." Layton began, but he couldn't finish. The look in the boy's eye was too much. He could almost see the respect he had once held for him quietly die. |
Hello there! Sorry I haven't post much, cause of "stuff" ;) But I have a story to share with you people, hope you enjoy it! :D
I apologize but this story is really long.
It was during the school holidays, and I have a lot of free time, realising the fact that I don't have enough money left to last for long. So I did what anyone else my age would do : get a job and earn some money. But I don't have much choices available for myself, fast food restaurants, salesperson, some admin job, etc. Some of the ideas of where to work weren't my kind of thing, I'm slow at typing, cant sell anything(tried it before, it wasn't good). Job searching was another pain in the neck for me, I didn't know what kind of work I wanted myself. After the process of unnecessarily overthinking, I eventually decided to work as a waitress.
The employer and I had only heard each others voice from a single call, and after that she said "Can you come down to the company and have an interview and sign the work contract?", knowing that I can get a job I immediately replied and we both further discussed the meeting date. "Ok great! I'm free that day to! See you!" The cheerful young voice of the employer shocked and soothed my nervous self.
The night before the day of the meeting was so nerve wrecking for me, "what if I say something wrong?", "what if I'm being too awkward?", it almost made my night sleepless, I could say that I excite/scare myself to sleep?
I made sure I set the alarm early, so that I could get prepared to look presentable, good thing my sister lent me her skirt for the interview, so that's one less thing to worry about. Weird thing that happened was that I woke up before the alarm rang, guess I'm just too nervous, I got out of bed, and went to get the skirt from my still sound asleep sister, so I quietly searched her closet for the skirt, but she has so much! The lights in her room were off so it made the skirt searching harder. The colours were hard to see in the dark, so even I wont know till I left her room, which I didn't do for the next half an hour.
"I'm going to be late!" I screamed in my head, feeling the anxiety again, which was once suppressed during my sleep. I quickly went to have a shower and get dressed up immediately after that. I, being so forgetful, forgot to take my sister's skirt, so I, still in a towel, rushed to her room and grabbed the nearest skirt I found amongst the mess I made. Making a mess of not only her room, but I made a mess of my own room too, looking for decent shirt to wear. "Well that's just great!" I sarcastically scolded myself, the skirt I took was a little too short and small for my size, since it was the skirt my sister had some time back, I squirmed around as it felt uncomfortable, but that was the least of my problems. The continuous build up of anxiety made my mouth dry, and increased the temptation to get a drink. Knowing that I was really in a rush for time, I got a bottle of water from the fridge in the kitchen and jus chugged it down, and I drank, and I drank again, I eventually finished a few bottles of water but I still feel thirsty and dry. A big bottle of water glares at me, wanting me to drink it, and I too was in a state of panic, so I drank it, looking really silly during the process. Before I even got myself together, the bottle was almost empty, and I felt really queasy, nearly throwing up.
After walking around like a blob, I managed to stabilize myself and left the house, and called the employer to tell her that I would be late(well, bad impression much*sad face*). "Ahh, It's ok! Cause I-I'm going to be late too! Don't rush!" The employer sure sounded shock and awkward, but either way, it sure meant that I wasn't the only one who may be having a "bad day". Feeling the water in my stomach move, I begin to feel uncomfortable, and I'm not even halfway there. The journey from that point on was really nauseating, didn't even have anything to eat, just drinks, the discomfort subsided for awhile as I found a seat at the train station. The train soon came, as people and I tried to squeeze into the crowded train, the skirt I wore was really uncomfortable in this situation, it was tight and I think it caught the attention of some passengers, "Oh damn it." I murmured to my already uncomfortable body, "Just have ignore them, just have to take out my earpieces.." Which was a really simple thing to do, despite being in a crowded train.
"One more stop, and I'll be there", and in a blink of an eye, I'm there! Praising myself for enduring that for so long, I proceeded to go to the company's building, hoping that I'm not that late. Upon being out of the train station, I feel my bladder filling up, but I know that since it's just an interview that is not long, and signing of a contract which can never take long, I decided to hold it in, as I slowly walk into the building. The tension rises, it wasn't so crowded but I am really close to having the interview, "so it's just natural" I thought to myself, trying to keep myself to not show any physical signs that I'm nervous.
I just cant control my anxiety anymore, I walk into the office of the company, and told them I was there for the waitress job, and I have to sign some contract. They gave me a quick reply and asked me to fill a form, to register with them or something, and I was escorted to a small room, with just a table and a few chairs, the person then closed the door and told me to give them the form once I'm done, and that the employer is going to meet me in a moment. I calmed down in this small room, and took a seat and started to fill the form, most of which is just my particulars and stuff and I gave it back when I was done. But now I feel my bladder really filling, and sitting down with a tight skirt didn't do much to help, I really felt the need to go but I didn't want to leave the employer waiting again, so I held it in again.
The silence was soon broken by the sounds of light footsteps, and I assumed it was the employer who was on her way already, I can feel my hear my heart beat, and it's beating fast, I feel chills coming from every possible direction, giving me goose bumps. "Oh hi!" The employer casually said to me, "Yea! H-H-Hi!" I replied instantly, she looks shocked but smiles back. "I'm Jan, nice to meet you!" she says as she stretches out her hand, I do the same too, but it was a firm but awkward one for me. After I introduce myself to her, we started to talk about the form which I recently submitted, and the conversation went on about the job and where, when, and what will I be usually doing etc.
"Yea, so after reading it you could si-" Jan starts to squirm around in her chair, head low, as if she is avoiding eye contact from me, "Er, Jan? Are you ok?" I asked with concern, not knowing what is happening, "N-Nothing! I'm alright!" She replies, still not looking at me. I get up from my seat and walk over to Jan, who is obviously still in discomfort, "it's ok, just look at me, what happened? Shall I call the front desk?" I begin to worry of what may happen, my shivering voice is obvious enough. "Nah! Really don't worry!" She suddenly starts to swing her arms, as if to tell me to go away, and she arm unfortunately hits my bladder. The swear words bombards my mind as the feeling was unbearable, but I kept calm and tried to help Jan, she then looks at me, her face was emotionless. "Just continue." Jan said, as softly as possible, it was at this point my bladder was really being a jerk to me, I'm having an interview and its really wanting to go. I try to not make any sudden movements while I squirm around sitting down, hands on my crotch, while Jan is still trying to be normal, "are you okay?" I ask again as Jan's squirming is definitely more obvious than before, she tries to look at me again, and whispers "Um.. I-I have to use the washroom" her faces flushes red as she talks.
My bladder is really filled up, but it's still filling up, I could already feel a bulge, I cover it but I can feel the pressure of it. We both were silent, so I acted as if I was just looking through the contract again, and Jan was looking at the contract. "I have to go." Jan whispers softly, "wait.. Does she mean? Then all this time she was holding her pee too!" The answer struck me hard, but I don't have an answer that would help in anyway. "Don't tell anyone ok?" Jan's face reds up again as she tears up in embarrassment, "You're going to?" murmured in shock, "Y-Y-Yes." Jan stutters with embarrassment and cries, "you won't do it here, I'll help you to the washroom, just hold on." I assure Jan, but she doesn't reply, with tears rolling down her cheeks.
I let Jan lean on my shoulder as I try to walk her out of the room. "Stop! Stop!" Jan screams(I'm serious, she screamed), throwing me off balance and causing the both of us to fall, I quickly turn to Jan who fortunately didn't have a bad fall, but I feel my bladder really losing it, but I would rather worry about Jan than myself at this point. "Calm down, come on" I stood up, feeling the pressure, but still holding it in, as I stretched out my hand to help Jan up, "Why are you doing this?" Jan ask out of the blue, I let out a little laughter, but kept silent after that, she then looked at my legs, shivering. Jan tries to stand up but couldn't open the door, "I'm sorry!" Jan exclaims as I open the door, she wobbles over back to the chair and sit down, "Jan!" I exclaimed back as I close the door and walk over to her. "Well aren't you shaky?" Jan holds my hand as we looked at each other, "It's none of your concern" my face flushes red as I turn away from her. She notices the bulge on me, and she presses it, and I push her hand away, "Um, Jan? I don't know what you are doing, but I don't like it." I bluntly told her, but the feeling is crazy, and it made the action to walk back to the chair almost a challenge, I couldn't hold it in anymore, and I feel a small wet spot in my skirt, my heart was beating fast, and Jan was still looking at me while its my turn to feel the discomfort.
"But really, I have to go" Jan says, as if it was a normal thing, "Don't look ok?" She then adds on. "Wait!" I replied, stuttering in between words that was so hard to say out, a soft moan was heard, and soon, liquid began to flow down Jan's legs down to the floor, the gushing sound was amplified in the small room and made it more embarrassing for her to pee, the sound made me cover my ears, hoping that it would help since I wont be seeing nor hearing anything, but I could still hear the sound of Jan's embarrassment in the words she mumbled to herself.
The gushing sound really made me want to go to, it was loud, and when I thought the sound had stopped I saw Jan, in a state of disarray, and I couldn't hold it too. "I-I have to go too." I say as I look away from Jan, "You better do the same too." I try to look at her, but she is giggling away, adding on more to the current embarrassment I am already feeling.
Letting it all out never felt any better, the pee flowed down my legs, to my shoes, " you make a sound too when you pee" Jan mumbled, but she said it a little bit too loud that I heard it, I flushed in embarrassment as I cover my face with my hands, not wanting to see the mess I made, as I fidget about on the chair, like a child who has wet themselves.
"It's ok, it's ok" Jan repeats herself to calm me down. "It's all over now" She says, despite being the one who wet herself first, I calm down but still felt bad about wetting myself like that. I cant remember what happened after that because I was too embarrassed to talk or even to explain to my sister what happened.. |
PART 2:
(This is through what I had typed on mu phone so apologies for any awkwardness!)
Samus wasn't one to wait at all: There was much too much getting thrown at her at once, too much destruction and too little time for her to linger about in such a deadly place. She immediately blasted the glass open with a green missile, an explosion even bigger than all of the others combined shook the entire room sending off glass shards and smoke. When the smoke cleared, the AI was staring right at Samus, and immediately launched a beam which could tear through the strongest metal right in her direction. Immediately, Samus leapt over it; diving to the side and launching another missile at the right time, impacting the eye directly. Mother Brain gave a scream of pain almost, and closed its eye, charging another beam to fire.
Samus however was still leaping, and almost regretted that choice, quickly clawing into the metal edge, hanging on firmly and dangling, feet down. The lava bubbled below, and she quickly noticed the barrage of projectiles heading her way. She pulled herself up, and quickly flipped into the air, activating a lightning aura around the female, destroying all of the projectiles in a flash.
She landed firmly on the ground once again, and looked up, before wincing slightly. A sudden nudge; The thing she'd ignored. Paid no attention to. Held off, the entire time she was on Zebes. The bathroom.
She had to pee, and pretty badly.
Crossing her legs slightly inwards, she suddenly snapped to reality, seeing a huge beam flying towards her. Just in time. She leapt over it, landing perfectly again, glaring at Mother Brain. She wasn't one to like peeing herself, but she'd rather have an accident than die here. Though, she still held it.
Though it was an even bigger race against time now. She had to beat Mother Brain quickly!
Immediately she went mad with missiles, firing a barrage of missiles right at the artificial intelligence that was Mother Brain. Dodging the giant beam. Taking care of projectiles. Avoiding falling into lava. Rinse and repeat. After a minute or so of intense focus, Samus yelled and fired a Super Missile right at the eye again. Suddenly every projectile in the room stopped. Vanished.
Samus gave a slight gasp. She'd done it, and she could get back to her ship easily.
...If only it were that easy.
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)) Alarms suddenly blared rapidly, the entire facility area shaking and going up in flames.
"SELF DESTRUCT MECHANISM ACTIVATED! 1 MINUTE UNTIL DETONATION." Blared a voice in Space Pirate language, which the suit translated FOR Samus. Her eyes went wide, and she made a break for it, quickly leaping over Mother Brain's tank, and running as fast as she could. Her body glowed red as she built up speed like crazy, before looking up. She crouched, which intensified her need to pee even more, which was starting to burn her mind more and more, occupying it, taking it over. Immediately after however she stood up, pulsing red before leaping into the air. To save time, she used a very dangerous and tough to use technique; the Shinespark. Launching upwards incredibly fast, she built up more and more speed, smashing through the platforms, right up to the wall at the very top in which she impacted quite hard.
"30 SECONDS UNTIL DETONATION."
She had no time to worry about her bladder, and quickly told herself she could pee when she got off the planet. Climbing right into the elevator and pressing the button to start it, it went up, quite slowly too. She danced gently on the spot, in both desperation and fear. The clock was ticking and the elevator was slow.
"10 SECONDS UNTIL DETONATION." Samus quickly made a break for it. There was no time to waste.
"9." She charged on ahead, breaking through rocky walls using her arm cannon and reducing them to nothing.
"8. 7. 6." Her ship was so close, just a little further!
"5. 4." She got right into the ship, immediately kicked the engine on, and took flight, squirming in her seat.
"3. 2. 1."
The hunter gunship just barely left the planet and suddenly the entirety of Crateria went up in a giant ball of fire below.
Samus gasped, she was about to explode, before quickly removing her armour piece by piece, stripping down to her Zero Suit, pulling the zip down and quickly squatting down over a small toilet. She immediately started to pee, spraying urine fresh from her bladder right into the toilet, giving a loud sigh, until suddenly she noticed something.
"Sh-" She quickly stopped squatting, the stream still going for a little bit as she ran for her cockpit, leaving a trail behind her. She sat down, her vagina and rear still out from the attempted relief, though she had bigger problems!
Space Pirates!
There were five ships surrounding her and she immediately went full speed to escape, narrowly avoiding fire. Though Samus knew she couldn't forever. She winced hard, her bladder still aching for release, and she quickly got up, getting her emergency pistol, zipping up the crotch of her zero suit properly and making a dash for the exit. She leapt right out of the ship, down to the planet below at the right moment. Her limbs were strong enough to take the fall, and the Space Pirates had no idea she left her ship. A large laser suddenly penetrated it above, as it fell out of the sky and set alight, crashing down hard, followed by Space Pirate ships.
Landing hard, Samus immediately jammed her hand into her crotch. She trembled slightly from being so desperate, the pressure down there was only building. "Of all times I need to go, now?!" She was infuriated. Though she couldn't spend anymore time lurking. She had to go in. The only way to get out of that hell was to go in there and take a ship. She couldn't dwindle either. The Space Pirates were most likely looking for her so she couldn't take a whiz here, that was too close on her ship. She'd have to toughen up as usual and hold it.
She cocked her emergency pistol and headed for the front entrance, her run being slow and awkward, hand still jammed into her crotch. She regained her composure and went to the ramp, looking up, before looking down.
A vent.
She quickly got down on all fours, her bladder spazzing a little, her urethera dribbling slightly into her bottoms, hand immediately slamming into her pussy tightly to stop herself from peeing, as she slithered through the vents quietly. She could hear Space Pirates above literally talking about heading out to look for the pilot that moment. Wise thinking, Samus.
Finally she got out of the vents, and looked around. It seemed to be a map room. Naturally she'd have peed here too, but she was too on edge: she stood NO chance against the Space Pirates like that, and if she was caught mid-whizz or traced by her pee? No good. She sucked it up, and sighed.
This was going to be painful.
-To be continued-
I'LL EDIT THIS TO BE EASIER TO RESD SOON SORRY MY PHONE HATES LIFE. >_<;
Edited December 11, 2014 by Moki
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Chapter One
Clara anxiously crossed her legs together, squirming lightly as she waited for the Doctor, in his 11th incarnation. She was sat in the holding cell of a Sycorax spaceship, having been imprisoned there in an effort to force the Doctor to give up his TARDIS. As she had seen countless times, however, the Doctor had a solution, and managed to negotiate a peace treaty with the aliens, after bluffing that he possessed a weapon which could destroy their whole planet. She was now waiting for the Doctor to get the fix the Sycorax's teleport system to allow her to leave the cell. Subconsciously, she rubbed her thighs together, while tapping her fingers nervously against her knees, a rhythmic and slightly urgent pulse. Without warning, a distorted image of the Doctor appeared in front of her.
"Hello? Hello? Can you see me? Hang on, this image projection is a bit faulty and -" the Doctor adjusted a switch on the TARDIS dashboard adjacent to him "Wahey, there we go I look like a real person now, and not just some weird ghost man"
"Doctor! Have you sorted it yet, am I free to leave" Clara was desperately keen to get out, as she had been locked up there for six hours, with nothing in the cell except a damaged old wooden bench.
"Ah yes, slight problem with that. The teleport system uses Triaflionixalon crystals for power, easily obtainable but they run out of charge so quickly. I've connected my TARDIS to the main system, and those crystals should be good to go in an hour, but until then, the teleport won't work, and I'm afraid your stuck"
Clara's eyes widened at this discovery "But can't you just fly the TARDIS in here and let me out,"
The Doctor looked at her as if she'd just tripped over thin air "No, Sycorax holding cells are re-enforced with Bauxoliote rock, which prevents any alien spaceships from entering. The only way you can physically enter or leave one of these cells is through Triaflionixalon teleportation"
"Of course" Clara rolled her eyes, shifting in her seat, and jiggling her thighs together.
"Will you be okay?" the Doctor asked.
"Yes, it's fine, it's just that-" she lowered her voice a bit "I really need the toilet." She felt ashamed to be admitting this.
"Ah yes, I forget human bladder capacity is much less than a timelord's," the Doctor didn't mean to sound condescending.
"Come on, this can't be the first time you've seen a human in need of the loo" Clara interrogated.
"God no, I've seen several of my own companions in a worse state than you are right now." the Doctor began casting his mind back.
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The Doctor remembered the glorious days of Rose Tyler, one of the few companions he truly loved. Yet she wasn't blessed with the best bladder control, and was sometimes forced to endure the humiliating dash to the on-board toilet while others stayed outside to face Dalek's and Cybermen. This comfort wasn't always available however, and he recounted one such time when this was the case. The year was 5036, and he and Rose had been transported onto a Judoon spaceship. The Doctor was wearing his typical brown pinstripe suit with converse, while Rose was wearing denim shorts, tights and a pink t shirt that complimented her figure. The TARDIS was on the planet of Tredax-3, which the two had been accused of trespassing on. As intergalactic police, the Judoon were obliged to deal with any offences. Two aggressive Judoon marshalled the Doctor and Rose, who were walking next to each other with their hands resting on the back of their heads, as they had been asked to do by the alien policemen. The Doctor noticed Rose shifting slightly as she walked, and she had seemed a bit on edge since they had been transported, unlike her normal confident self.
"Are you alright, Rose?" he whispered, showing genuine concern.
Rose smiled flirtily but continued to walk awkwardly "I really should have used the loo before we left, I've not been in ages, and I am DESPERATE for a wee"
"Will you cope?"
"Yeah, just no timewasting with this one, prove our innocence, then get us back to the TARDIS. No games, just in and out. I'm going to take a wild guess that Judoon spaceships don't have public loos on board."
The Doctor smiled and shook his head "Don't worry, we'll be on the TARDIS before you can say 'Raxacoricofallapatorius'."
Rose chuckled a bit, but then quickly stopped and crossed her legs, realising the additional strain laughter put on her bladder. The two had reached the room which the Judoon would use for their interrogation.
"Name." A particularly unfriendly Judoon snarled looking directly into the Doctor's face.
The Doctor replied with a cheesy grin. "The Doctor."
He moved on to Rose. "Name."
"Rose Tyler." she replied, lacking her usual assured tone. He could see her wanting to hop up and down in desperation, but wanting to seem in control in front of him. She was muttering under her breath, and kept rubbing her thighs together. The Judoon began to speak, and while the Doctor was taking in what he was saying, he was utterly mesmerised by Rose, who was stood next to him. He noticed she had began to clasp her hands against her crotch, causing him to wonder how desperate she was. Had she leaked yet? Was she in pain? Was there genuine risk of her wetting herself? She caught him looking and mouthed "I AM BURSTING", while pressing her hands into her privates. He could see sweat dripping down her forehead, and realised she was more desperate than she'd originally let on. He tried to think back to when she last actually used the toilet. They had spent four hours on the alien planet without using her using the facilities, and she had had an exotic brand of ice tea, along with plenty of water, owing to the extremely hot temperature of the planet. He had heard the toilet on the TARDIS flush about an hour before they arrived at Tredax-3, so it must have been at least five hours since she relieved herself. Rose had never been shy about her bodily functions, she had admitted to him that she wet herself in fear when a Slitheen attacked her, and had forced the Doctor to look away and put his fingers in his ears while she peed into a cup, after the two had been locked in a cell together. He had never actually seen her pee though, and was oddly fascinated by the concept. It occured to him that the Judoon had stopped speaking, and therefore a reply was necessary.
"Well Mr Judoon, for a start, Rose here isn't human, and therefore you have no jurisdiction over her, so you have to let her go. It's me you want, not her"
"That is impossible. Human race could never reach this planet, it would take a lifetime. She is alien" the Judoon barked.
"No, you see I'm a timelord, and she travels with me, she's from the year 2008, millenniums ago, but she's definitely not an alien" the Doctor responded, glancing to see Rose's eyes glossed with tears.
"Full species determining test required." at this moment two Judoon aggressively took hold of Rose and pushed her against the wall. Her hands immediately darted to her pussy, as her resolute muscles leaked a bit of hot urine into her panties, as she would later admit to the Doctor.
"LET GO OF ME!" Rose demanded as her throbbing abdomen indicated a burning desire to finish the job. For this test, the Judoon required her to be fully naked, and so used a de-fabricator to achieve this quickly. Rose wasn't aware of this process, so gasped as the cold air hit her now completely exposed body. The wave of coldness increased her need to pee, and her right hand darted to her vagina, both to put pressure on her throbbing peehole and to protect her dignity. She placed her left arm across her breast, just about hiding both her nipples. The Judoon ran a scanner across every inch of her body, while Rose squirmed eccentrically on the spot, all in the name of preventing her embarassment.
"She is human. She may go." the Judoon concluded. Rose had began re-clothing herself, the Doctor caught a glimpse of her well trimmed pubic hair as she put her white knickers back on, taking the opportunity for a long hold of her crotch. She couldn't keep still, her perfect breasts bouncing as she attempted to put her bra back on without wetting herself. The Doctor had to fight the urge to keep watching and continue his plan.
"You know, you guys are geniuses. I mean, seriously, you've foiled so many great alien plots. The great Slitheen heist of 3048, you locked up that whole family.' ('Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck' Rose whispered as another drop of wee escaped). 'You destroyed a Sontaran spaceship three times as big for the greater good of the universe. You found the source of the 2nd great Ood malfunction in just 45 minutes. Yet in some ways you unbelievably stupid.' the Doctor gestured Rose to hold his hand.
"We are the most intelligent beings in the universe" the Judoon retorted. Rose was now doubled over in pain, knowing she was literally seconds away from flooding herself.
"Oh really?" the Doctor asked."Because you've stood us right underneath a functional teleport." he lifted his sonic screwdriver.
"Destroy--" "See ya!" the Doctor yelled, activating the teleport. Seconds later, the two were back on the TARDIS.
"Oh my God, I'm dying for a wee!" Rose exclaimed, lying on the floor as a result of the teleport landing. She slowly stood up, knowing any sudden movements would be the end of her noble attempts to keep her knickers dry. Somehow she reached the toilet door, but struggled to get it open. "Doctor, I'm going to wet myself!" she yelled.
The Doctor rushed over, and used to sonic screwdriver to open the door. "Ah, I'm not going to make it," she cried as a long spurt of urine dampened her shorts. The Doctor tried to help her unbutton her shorts, but it was futile. Rose felt the dampness around her pussy, and knew she was going to have a full blown accident. The pee welled up in the crotch of her panties, before splitting into two streams down each leg. The pee pooled round her bum, while a small puddle had formed beneath her. The pee was now dripping down her tights, soaking her shoes and spurting through the fabric. Two minutes later, Rose had finally emptied her bladder, removing her shorts and tights, tears in her eyes.
"I feel so stupid" she sobbed. "I just wet myself like a little child."
The Doctor just stared at her wee-soaked panties, now see-through, revealing her sodden pubic hair. Rose stared down at the Doctor's crotch. "At least someone enjoyed it." she smirked. "I'm getting in the shower. Feel free to join me." She removed her panties and bra, showing off her bare arse as she stepped into the shower.
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"Doctor?" Clara asked, as he had stepped into an almost dream-like daze.
"Sorry, where was I? Ah yes, so you're not the first companion to have problems like this." he consoled her.
"Thanks, you telling me how Rose wet herself has really helped my situation." Clara informed him through gritted teeth, tightly crossing her legs over.
"There was another story." the Doctor continued obliviously. "Oh yes, Martha Jones and the Daleks." |
Chapter Two
Martha Jones traditionally had better bladder control than the Doctor's previous companion. As a potential medical student, she had trained her bladder as she knew patients wouldn't be impressed if she had to pop to the loo regularly. Martha had told the Doctor about how she used to gradually hold her pee for long periods of time in order to improve her durability. Of course, this resulted in many close shaves, including one incident where she found herself so desperate for the toilet on a night time walk home from hospital, she was forced to relieve herself behind two bins in a dark alleyway. Naturally, this made her an ideal companion, as fighting the most terrifying aliens on the planet doesn't exactly present itself in an abundance of opportunities for release. The Doctor recalls several occasions where she must have held it more than 10 hours, and there were many times where she would gingerly shift her way to the TARDIS toilet, with a rock hard bladder evident. He liked to think that sometimes she didn't quite make it fully dry. Unfortunately, Martha kept her cards close to her chest, and didn't like to let on that her body was being ruled by her bladder. Except for one occasion...The year was 2030, and Martha and the Doctor were visiting the lab of Professor Kaled, who had contacted him about some unusual disappearances.
"It's very concerning, we've seen 30 of our staff just completely vanish in the past two months. No screams, no anything, they just vanish." Kaled revealed to the Doctor. "I don't know what their motivation is, but we need to find out why this is happening." The Doctor looked perplexed, adjusted his thick rimmed glasses, and waved his sonic screwdriver around the building, flashing the blue light on and off repeatedly.
"But that's impossible," the Doctor exclaimed. "There's been no trace of alien activity within a 30 mile radius from this spot, other than my TARDIS arriving here. That means the cause must be human"
"Doctor, we've checked all the CCTV footage, how could a human take 30 members of our workforce without detection. That's just absurd."
The Doctor nodded his head in agreement. "It's a tricky problem this Mr Kaled, a tricky problem indeed." Martha sipped on her coffee, while reading the profiles of the people who disappeared.
"Hold on," Martha exclaimed. "Haven't you noticed anything weird about this data?" she asked.
Professor Kaled shrugged, "I haven't read the data yet, I don't know."
"Well you may be a professor at a large pharmaceutical company, but you're clearly not very observant. Every one of these victims was female." Martha disposed of her finished coffee cup at this point.
The Doctor rested his chin on his hands "But why is that? Well - could be a number of unmentionable reasons, but I'm going to take a wild guess that whatever this is isn't a normal human with normal human motivations. Martha and I will go and explore the building and see if we can find something out, you stay here and let us know if there's any developments."
Martha hopped down from the seat she was sat on, adjusting her red leather jacket and following the Doctor out of the room. She was aware of a slighty ache in her abdomen, and knew she should consider using the toilet soon. For now though, she was focussed on helping the Doctor look around the building.
"Do you trust this guy?" Martha asked, now onto her second mug of coffee.
"I don't know. It's odd though, surely he'd recognise a pattern like this, doesn't he work with these people on a regular basis? Or is he completely oblivious?"
Martha smiled inwardly at this comment, the Doctor had been completely oblivious to her attraction towards him, so it was strangely comforting to here him admit this was a common flaw in the male gene. She noticed her need to pee had increased rapidly, which was odd as she had used the TARDIS toilet just half an hour ago. She had only had one and a half cups of coffee, yet she could barely stand still, and almost considered applying pressure to her peehole to numb the pain. She had already tried to slow down on the coffee drinking, but if she went two minutes without drinking, she felt almost as though she depended on it, and couldn't resist taking another sip. In the past minute, she downed her second cup, and regretted it as her bladder sent another reminder that she urgently needed to use the bathroom. Fortunately, she and the Doctor passed the ladies room at this point, she almost wanted to scream in delight at the sight, as there was nothing in the world she wanted more at that moment than to relieve herself.
'Erm Doctor? I'm just going to-" Martha awkwardly pointed to the bathroom door, while doing everything in her power not to hold herself like a little child.
"Ok," the Doctor sighed, a little annoyed to have to wait to continue his solving of the mystery.
Martha dashed in, now holding herself with two hands. How was she so desperate so quickly?! There were three stalls, two of them mysteriously out of order, so she bolted into the free one, swiftly removed her belt and yanked down her jeans and pink knickers. As her bum touched the seat, she saw a bright blinding light. A second later, she was lying on the floor, surrounded by a fleet of familiar enemies.
"Prisoner #31, you will be taken for processing," barked a Dalek, it's cold mechanical voice and gold metallic exterior instantly recognisable to Martha. She was shaken with fear, and as she stood up, realised her jeans were still halfway down her ankles. She pulled them back up as quickly as she could, and followed the Dalek, knowing not to question his orders. She was stood behind another girl, around 20, large breasts, blonde hair and a panicked expression on her face.
"What's going on? I was bursting for a wee, so I went to the toilet and now I've ended up here. I swear I'm going to wet myself any minute, who are these robots, am I going to die? Oh-"
"Just calm down," Martha interrupted. "The toilet seat clearly had some kind of teleportation device attached to it, which has led us here." Martha began to work it all out in her head. "And that coffee they've given us, that must have some form of diuretic within it, which explains why I have to go soooooo badly." Despite her bladder bursting at the seams, she still managed to continue thinking. "But wait, Professor Kaled gave me the coffee, so-" the final cogs turned. "Kaled, that's an anagram of Dalek. He must be one of those Dalek human slaves things they were trying to build in Manhattan. Which means -" the horror dawned on her. "They're trying to do the same to us."
"Oh my God, we're going to die!" #30 screamed.
"No, no, I've got this friend, called the Doctor, he'll sort everything out, he always does!" Martha hoped, having to openly hold herself at regular intervals now to avoid an accident. "So don't worry."
All Martha heard was a stifled cry. #30 stood with knees bent in together, pee slowly dripping down her black tights. She grasped her pussy in an attempt to stem the flow, but ended up soaking her black skirt. The wet patch was clearly visible, and the dripping sound of her pee hitting the metal floor was unbearable for Martha, who twisted her legs together and dug her fists into her crotch to prevent any leakage.
"Prisoner #30, you have shown great weakness. All Dalek slaves must be strong humans. You will be exterminated." the Dalek marshall declared.
"No stop!" a drop of pee escaped as Martha stood up for the prisoner, but it was too late, she had been obliterated before her eyes. The pressure to control her bladder was now heightened, but she knew her peehole muscles were aching and she didn't have long before she wet herself too. The diuretic was still working its way through her system and her bladder was being tested to its limit. She reached the 'processing room' where 15 other females were, now serving as Dalek slaves. She assumed the others had suffered the fate of poor prisoner #30, and had fallen under the pressure of their bursting bladders before processing. "Oh God, oh God," Martha muttered under her breath as a fresh wave of desperation hit her, threatening to soak the crotch of her panties. She looked down at her dark jeans to check her spurt before hadn't left any wet patches, but luckily for her it hadn't showed up.
"State your number" the Dalek ordered.
"31" Martha stated, rubbing her thighs together while lightly bouncing on her feet.
"You are now Dalek slave 16, you will help restore the great Dalek race."
"Ooh I'm not sure about that." Martha saw a familiar figure appear, wearing his typical pinstripe suit and comforting smile.
"The Doctor is here. The Doctor is here. You will be exterminated" the Dalek yelled.
The only two Daleks on the ship aimed at the Doctor, but nothing happened. A tepid flash of yellow light was emitted. "Oh dear." the Doctor taunted. "The great Dalek race eh? Reduced to using innocent humans to fight your battles for you. Humans, who are supposedly vastly inferior to your you. Professor Kaled was a real person, you destroyed that and turned him into someone who could use to job he loved to serve you."
"Professor Kaled prefers the Dalek race." Martha at this point was almost ready to collapse with the strain. A long streak of wee escaped, she felt it drop down the left leg, and dampen her knickers. She dug her fist into her crotch, while kneeling on the floor in tears. She was certain a wet spot was visible now, and she openly sobbed with the desperation she felt.
"Oh really? Because this diuretic he made seems to suggest he's more human than he makes out to you." the Doctor exclaimed. "In every bottle he made, he placed a little Dalekite inside. This means that as long as they have full bladders, bladders full of Dalekite, the processing will result in loyalty. But as soon as they empty their bladders, they will no longer be loyal to you." Martha jiggled up and down, now crouched down on the floor. Another spurt left her urethra, this time pooling around her bum. "And you're so weak, as soon as these people cease to be Dalek's, you will break down. The Dalekite in their bladders is all that keeps you alive."
"This is irrelevant, our mind control means processed humans are in complete Dalek command."
"Oh yeah?" the Doctor asked. At this point he threw Martha the sonic screwdriver, and she removed her hands from her crotch to destroy the mind control system. All 15 slaves, who had had their bladders frozen by the mind control, simultaneously screamed as the urine flooded from their overfull bladders, wasting precious Dalekite. Both Dalek's disintegrated as every last drop of wee containing their power source spilled onto the floor. The sight of simultaneous relief was too much for Martha, who groaned as a steady stream of piss began to leave her body. Still crouched down, the pee poured out of her jeans almost like a shower head, soaked her bum and jetted through the fabric of her jeans. Feeling euphoric, she ran her fingers through the inside of her jeans, feeling the stream as it exploded from her aching peehole, feeling her tidy strip of pubic hair as it was moistened by hot pee. She quickly removed her hand when she remembered where she was, but continued to moan as the pee flooded into her knickers. Finally, her bladder was empty, like the 15 other women who were similarly overwhelmed with relief.
"You okay?" the Doctor asked.
"Never better. You have no idea how bursting I was then! I haven't wet myself like that since I was a kid!" she exclaimed.
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"And then we returned all 15 woman home, although unfortunately 15 others couldn't be saved. Martha never had to go that badly on the TARDIS again, and the Daleks never experimented with human mind control again." the Doctor recalled.
"Great, tell me more about the 16 woman who got to relieve themselves, while I'm sat here desperate for the toilet." Clara snarled, knowing she had half an hour to hold on to a now very full bladder.
The Doctor, again oblivious continued "Then there was that incident with Donna on that foreign planet..." |
Chapter Three
"Right, let's go back to planet Earth, I need a break from all this." the Doctor ran his fingers through his hair.
"Ha! A break? Every time you go back on Earth, some bloody great aliens appear, what makes you think it's going to be different this time?" Donna asked.
The Doctor smirked "Well maybe I'll get lucky this time."
"Whatever, I suppose I'd better pop in and see grandad... and mum I guess."
"Then let's go! Allonsy!" the Doctor pulled down on the controls.
"Okay, I'm just going to pop to the loo." Donna walked in the direction of the bathroom. At this moment, the TARDIS shook vigorously, knocking Donna and the Doctor over. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" she yelled.
"WHAT?!" the Doctor stared at the TARDIS computer screen in disbelief. "Our path has been intercepted, we've been taken to the planet Sokoron."
"Is that bad?" Donna asked.
The Doctor gave Donna a look that suggested it was very worrying indeed. "Not only is Sokoron the most overpopulated planet in the universe, the Sokorites are one of the most dangerous races as well."
"But you know how to deal with them right?"
He shook his head "No one knows, but they're harmless, providing you do nothing to draw attention to yourself. Any interaction, any strange movement, anything other than following the crowd triggers the aliens to simultaneously release a poison that will kill you." The Doctor attempted to restart the TARDIS. "And to make things worse, the TARDIS has been timelocked, I should be able to work out a way to fix it, but it'll take a few hours."
"So we should...?" Donna asked.
"Stay in here until I can fix the TARDIS, it's a death trap out there."
"In that case, I'm going for a pee." Donna stood up, and headed towards the TARDIS bathroom. However the materialising noise of the TARDIS started up, and Donna gradually saw the toilet and bathroom walls disappear. "Doctor?!!" she yelled. Before she knew it, the TARDIS has disappeared, and she and the Doctor were left exposed on this alien planet.
"The TARDIS has been transported to the vortex, the only way to fix the timelock was to allow it to destroy itself and regrow, which obviously can't be done while we're inside it."
"You mean we're trapped on this alien planet, with some weird poison spraying things and no TARDIS to protect us?" Donna asked.
"Yes."
"Great." she sarcastically grumbled. "So we just have to stay here?"
"No, staying still for this period of time would draw attention to ourselves, the only solution is to keep walking. The TARDIS should be regrown in two hours."
10 minutes into the walk along the sand swept planet, and the two had realised the heat of the planet. "Lucky I have these in my pocket." the Doctor produced two rehydration tablets. They had managed to avoid detection by the aliens, despite their foreign clothing. The Doctor was wearing his usual suit, while Donna was wearing dark jeans and a pink t-shirt.
"Well at least things are looking up." Donna noticed some bathrooms and began to walk towards them. "Who'd have thought that even on some alien planet, they don't want to piss in public. I'm not complaining anyway."
"Donna, you can't go in there."
"Sorry?" Donna gave him an evil glare.
"Emitting this poison is necessary for the Sokorites, or else it builds up inside their bodies and kills them.This planet is a trap for all kinds of foreign species, those toilets aren't real, if you use them, they will know you're human and kill you."
"So I just have to hold it?" the Doctor noticed Donna had crossed her legs together, as if the knowledge had increased her need to go.
"Yes, I'm sorry."
"Well that's just perfect." For the next hour, Donna kept walking as if there was nothing wrong. The Doctor had never seen her desperate, usually Donna would just excuse herself to pee when she had to go. She wasn't like Rose, who got desperate really quickly, or Martha, who held her pee until bursting point. However after that hour, and three rehydration tablets, Donna had started to show signs of struggling.
"I am absolutely dying for the loo." Donna whispered.
"There's nothing I can do, as much as I'd like to help."
Donna moaned, pausing for a second to dig her hands into her crotch.
"Donna, movements like that will draw attention to us, just try and act normally."
Donna was on the verge of tears. "I can't hold it another three hours, I'm going to wet myself."
"No, you can't do that either, you don't have a choice. Either keep control and live or lose control and die."
"Okay, I'll try." Donna continued mincing her movements. The next hour of the walk was largely silent, the Doctor walked slightly behind Donna, hearing periodic whimpering, declarations she was going to wet her knickers, and threats to kill the doctor if the TARDIS didn't hurry up. The Doctor noticed the way Donna bounced around a lot with her bladder full of urine desperate for release, and he had noticed her clenching her bum muscles a fair few times to avoid leakage. The extreme weather conditions meant that Donna had to take a further 2 rehydration tablets, meaning her bladder was full to the brim, with 7 rehydration tablets, as well as the coffee inside her system. The Doctor admired her will-power, as he knew several of his companions would have wet themselves long ago. He wasn't sure if she'd leaked at all, but he did know she was stopping to cross her legs and double over almost every five minutes now. Suddenly a faint voice was heard.
"Dear, you look in need of relief. If you touch my hand, all your pain will come to an end." Donna could barely walk through the pain. She reached out to touch it.
"Don't listen to her, she's trying to trick you, if you touch it you will die. She's just an illusion, another trap to try and get you to fall into."
the doctor explained.
The illusion had now manifested itself as a large waterfall. Donna's tears were muffled, and she kept walking, as she knew she had to, but she could barely speak, and had to tightly hold her crotch. Donna shut her eyes as she heard the trickling sound accompanied with a voice: "You've been so brave, why embarrass yourself when you can go out like a hero?"
Donna sobbed again as a first drop of wee escaped her failing peehole. She gasped as she felt the dampness of her crotch as the fabric of her purple panties clung to her. Donna clenched her muscles and moved into a full on pee dance. She hadn’t wet herself since she’d got really drunk at the office Christmas party a few years ago, but she knew that eventuality was now evident.
“I don’t want to die!” Donna whispered to the Doctor.
“The Tardis should be ready any minute now, just hold on.”
“I can’t, I’m bursting!” she cried. As she felt another spurt ready to escape, she placed her hand inside her panties and firmly clutched her pussy. She felt the dampness of her pubic hair and her soaked panties as she did this. The spurt came anyway, soaking her fingers with her hot pee. The Doctor kept walking, but Donna was now stuck. She stood to the side with her knees locked together, bent down trying to ease the incredible pressure on her peehole.
“I’m so sorry.” She whispered. The wee came out slowly at first, more of a trickle than anything else. Donna groaned in relief but sobbed as she knew she was going to be killed. The Doctor saw the crotch of Donna’s jeans dampen, with a large black spot growing larger. The pee gathered in the bottom of her panties, and lightly soaked her bum. Pee was now forcefully escaping her bladder with a loud hiss, not unnoticed by the aliens.
“These are humans, they must be destroyed.” The aliens exclaimed.
“No, please!” Donna yelled, as the pee continued to explode out of her urethra.
“Donna, get in!” the Doctor yelled. The TARDIS had finished it’s regeneration process and appeared right next to her. Donna stemmed the flow of pee, despite the still extreme desperation she faced and waddled into the TARDIS, now safe from the aliens.
Donna doubled over as another stream of pee steadily leaked, running down both her legs and into her shoes. “Doctor, I’m not going to make it to the loo.”
The Doctor quickly handed her a water bottle. “Don’t look!” she screamed as she ripped her panties and jeans off. She held on to her naked pussy to try and avoid any leakage as she placed the bottle in position. She achieved a steady flow, and managed to empty the remainder of her bladder into the water bottle, with only a few splatters hitting the floor of the TARDIS. “Right, so I’m going to clean up. Thanks for saving me again, I guess.” Donna begrudgingly admitted the Doctor always had an answer.
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Clara tightly crossed her legs and moaned under her breath. "Doctor, I'm severely desperate for the loo, how long is it going to be now?"
"About another 10 minutes, which gives me enough time for my last story."
"No please don't, I'm going to wet myself." Clara pleaded.
But the Doctor as ever continued with his story anyway, "So Amy Pond..." |
Chapter Four
Amy sighed in relief as her full bladder emptied into the TARDIS toilet. The sound of her pee splashing against the water inside the loo was music to her ears, and she enjoyed the sensation as the pressure lifted. She had been desperate, after an eventful encounter with the Slitheen saw few opportunities for her to excuse herself to use the loo, no matter how bursting she had been. She wiped herself and pulled her knickers and tights up, and her short black skirt down. She wore a white t-shirt, and she noted in the mirror how well it complemented her figure. The TARDIS had been summoned back to Earth, and the Doctor had gone outside to take a look. Normally Amy would have been straight out with him, but her holding exploits before meant that she was on the verge of wetting herself at that point. Indeed, a tiny drop of pee or two had escaped her peehole and moistened her panties. Suddenly, Amy heard a piercing scream, and ran out to see what had happened. Amy recognised the face, it was Harold Saxon, the Prime Minister who mysteriously disappeared shortly after his election. And he stood laughing, as the Doctor lay on the floor motionless.
"What have you done?" Amy screamed, tears flooding down her face.
"Relax human, he's just tasered. He'll be fine. Well... until I do this." Saxon got out a device which looked like a sonic screwdriver, but Amy knew this was a more deadly weapon than that. As he pressed it, a large bubble obscured the Doctor just as he returned to consciousness.
"No, what are you doing?" the Doctor yelled.
"Keeping you quiet you moron." Saxon laughed, but as he did this, he himself collapsed to the ground.’’
“Oh yes, I remember. You’re still dying aren’t you?” the Doctor asked, almost mockingly.
“Not for long,” he replied, as two men resembling security guards appeared behind Amy, and grabbed hold of her. “You see, I’ve developed a medicine that will allow me to restore my body and become stable again. I’m very clever like that. But at the moment, the medicine will only allow me to become human, so I’ll be mortal, and pathetic.” He looked over at Amy at this point. “So I need something from a human who has been in the time vortex, more specifically their urine. Then I will be able to regenerate and become all-powerful again. Great plan isn’t it?”
Amy was handcuffed against a large pole at this point. “You’re sick you know. Just sick. Who are you?”
“He’s the master, he should be dead, but he always seems to find a way of surviving.” the doctor explained, while applying his sonic screwdriver against the bubble.
“It’s not going to work Doctor, these bubbles won’t allow you to escape for six hours. But by that time, young Amy will have emptied her bladder for me, and I’ll be free to take over the world.” The master cackled.
“Don’t worry Doctor, I won’t let him!” Amy screamed, wishing she was more confident. Her bladder had filled up rapidly, after the strain of holding for so long before. In normal circumstances, she would have gone to the toilet again, but obviously she couldn’t, as the pole was in her way.
“Oh you will, don’t worry.” The master exclaimed, as a security guard appeared with a large bottle of water. “Drink up.”
The security guard held the water to her mouth, but Amy resolutely kept her mouth shut. He aggressively grabbed her nose, patiently waiting for her to gasp for breathe. Amy held on, but eventually had to open her mouth, at which point the bottle of water was poured down her reluctant throat. Amy squirmed as she desperately tried to force the guard away. Within minutes, the water was finished, and Amy could already feel the effect on her bladder. She shifted in her position, but didn’t want to give away too much to the master.
“How does it feel?” the Master asked.
“You’re sick.” Amy stubbornly crossed her arms.
“Oh don’t worry, there’s more.” The master laughed. The guard used a de-fabricator on her, exposing her naked body. Amy screamed, trying to cross her legs to hide her private parts from the master, while lifting her arms to try and hide her breast. A guard took a silver pair of underwear, which looked almost like tight fitting boxers, and forcibly placed them on Amy.
“What are you doing?!!” Amy cried.
“Oh, these will allow me to receive your urine as soon as your pathetic human bladder allows me too. As soon as you urinate, it will transfer to my laboratory, ready for use in my medicine. It’s new technology from the cyber world, exciting isn’t it?”
“Can I at least put my clothes back on?” Amy requested, tears running down her face.
“Urgh, fine, #2, help her with her clothes.” The master gestured towards the pile of clothes which lay on the floor. As the guard put her clothes back on her naked body, Amy considered how she was going to get out of this one.
An hour passed, the Master growing more impatient while Amy refused to show anything. In truth, she was really quite desperate by this point. In fact, she could barely think of anything else at this point, other than the loo. She was finding it very difficult to resist the urge to cross her legs or bounce up and down in desperation. Suddenly a large explosion occurred, the master leapt up to his feet. Amy had to use all her willpower to prevent the shock triggering a leak of pee into her knickers, and bit her lip as she clenched her peehole muscles.
“Argh, it’s coming from the laboratory.” He ran off before turning around. “You two, stay here and watch the human,” he told the security guards.
Using his physic paper, the Doctor tried to reveal a message to Amy.
“I’ve temporarily disabled the machine, but you need to wet yourself now.”
“I can’t” she mouthed. She really couldn’t, she tried to release her bladder, but she had gone shy. She crouched down in the corner, and focussed her mind, finally a trickle escaped. She knelt down, trying to hide from the security guards. The Doctor saw a stream leaving her black tights, which Amy tried desperately to contain, and avoid becoming a loud blast. Her smile gave her away, as she was delighted to finally relieve her poor bladder. She felt her pee stream down her legs and squelch in her shoes, but she was beyond caring. The stream finally stopped as the master came back in the room.
“NO! WHAT HAPPENED?!!” the master screamed.
“Sorry, that was my bad. Just disabled your little machine.” The Doctor grinned.
The master stared at her wet patch in anger. “My plans have been ruined!” he yelled. “Oh wait, except you’ve only temporarily disabled the machine, you moron. Well done, you’ve delayed me by one hour, and made things more difficult for both of you.”
“What do you mean?” the Doctor asked.
“Guards, lock him up,” the Master ordered. The guards knocked the sonic screwdriver out of his hand and forced the Doctor into a large metal chair, strapping his hands and legs in to restrict movement. “And you!” he yelled, gesturing at Amy, now uncomfortably damp. He grabbed a large bottle of water, and forced it down her throat as he had done before. Amy hadn’t managed to fully empty her bladder before, so she already needed the toilet again. Once the Master had emptied the whole bottle in her mouth, he proceeded to turn on a projection of a waterfall.
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"Doctor, I can't hold it!" Clara crouched down on the floor, hands pressed tightly against her crotch, knees bent together.
"Hang on, the teleport's active, just one minute." A second later, Clara was lying on the floor of the TARDIS, in agony with her full bladder. A spurt escaped into her panties, slightly dampening her tights.
"Here you go!" the Doctor passed her a small empty water bottle, which Clara gladly accepted. She pulled her tights and knickers down, positioning her peehole into the top of the bottle. She let out a gasp of relief as her hot urine trickled into the bottle. However she became aware had how rapidly the bottle was filling up, and tried to control her release so she could make it to the loo. Before she knew it, her pee was splashing against the bottle which was now full to the brim with liquid. She desperately clenched her peehole, and pulled up her panties, in a desperate attempt to make it to the toilet. Leaving her skirt and tights on the floor, she frantically danced on the spot, releasing several spurts of wee into her knickers in the process. Her bladder was so full she couldn't even run to make the loo on time, as she was forced to slowly mince her way to the toilet, keeping her thighs tightly pressed together. A hot burst of pee dampened her exposed legs, while a now visible wet patch appeared on her purple panties. She finally made the toilet, sitting down and releasing the remainder of her wee into her panties, as she moaned in ecstasy. Removing her saturated knickers, she sat on the toilet completely naked, as the Doctor tentatively walked in.
"Someone must have been desperate!" he exclaimed.
"So when can I hear the rest of the story?" Clara asked.
"Go on then..." the Doctor replied, preparing to resume Amy's tale of desperation. |
Kelly stood proudly at the center of her dorm room, admiring the posters that adorned her wall, the intuitively placed furniture (lamps, rug, ect.), and the small collection of personal memorabilia there to hopefully combat the inevitable onset of homesickness. She had arrived at the university only an hour before, one of hundreds of incoming freshmen, and already she felt the excitement of college life seeping in. Her parents had hugged her goodbye already and left her to this new, thrilling journey.
Her roommate hadn’t arrived yet, so Kelly decided to check herself out in the small standup mirror she had brought. Her short, blonde hair accentuated perfectly her smooth face. She had green, piercing eyes and tiny lips. Her breasts were small but perky, and her waist was divine. She was short, compact, the very definition of cute.
With a start, Kelly realized she had better investigate another section of her new home: the bathroom. A three hour car ride and a couple bottles of water hadn’t been kind to her tiny bladder. All the anticipation had caused her to forget her own biological needs. Without a second thought, she made a beeline for the door on the opposite side of the room. Kelly lived in a suite, so the bathroom was shared by two rooms, a total of four girls. The bathroom was relatively small, but still contained a shower, a sink, and a toilet that was closer to Kelly’s side of the suite. Next to the shower was another door which led to her two suitemates’ room: Kim and Amanda, if she recalled their names correctly.
Kelly raised the seat, lowered her panties and jeans (she was a bit of a tomboy), and sat down. The instant she made contact, a strong yellow stream burst forth, creating a hollow din throughout the room. Her eyelids fluttered in mild ecstasy and she let out a low, relieved sigh. She glanced down between her legs and watched her pee splash into the water at an amazing velocity. She was a quick pisser for the most part, but she had a full bladder to drain. The water had long since turned completely yellow with her piss, and still she continued going without an end in sight.
Suddenly, with a deafening crash, the door to her suitemates’ room flew open and whacked against the wall. A tall girl with flowing black hair and auburn eyes burst into the bathroom with her eyes downcast while frantically lowering her pants.
Kelly jumped a bit, sending a sprinkle of pee onto the floor. “Occupied!” she squealed, just as the girl reached the toilet. The girl was startled by the unexpected presence and sent a dribble of pee onto the floor as well.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I thought I was the only one in the suite so far!” The girl seemed genuinely apologetic, but she still bounced from foot to foot and grabbed her crotch.
Kelly was still peeing away.
“Uh, nope, sorry,” Kelly began in an oddly casual tone considering the situation, “I’ll be done in a minute.”
“Ugh, I don’t even think I can wait that long!”
“Well look, I wouldn’t normally suggest this but since it’s an emergency, why don’t you just pee in the sink? You could just clean it out afterwards.” The interaction became awkward again as the girl paused to consider it while the silence as broken only by the sound of Kelly’s thundering pee stream.
The girl finally shook her head. “No, if I bend my body in any way I’m gonna flood the floor. Ok, listen, I’m going to ask you a huge favor. What my sister and I do when we both need to pee is one of us sits down and the other pees through the sitter’s legs. Just back up a little so I don’t sprinkle you.”
Kelly was shocked into complete silence. The girl must have taken that as consent, although it seemed like she had made up her mind regardless, and she inched forward towards Kelly. She bent her legs and aimed between Kelly’s legs. Not knowing what else to do, Kelly backed up a bit to give her better range.
The girl’s golden stream came out hard and fast. It shot right between Kelly’s legs and mixed with her own stream, which showed no signs of waning. A light mist grazed Kelly’s thighs but overall the two streams intertwined expertly. If Kelly produced a loud tinkling sound on her own, this new team effort created what could have passed for a small waterfall.
“I’m Kim, by the way,” the girl said suddenly. It was so out of place and bizarre that Kelly couldn’t help but laugh. Kim realized the humor of the situation and started to laugh herself. “Oh, sorry, I better not laugh, I might end up spraying you.”
“I certainly wouldn’t want that,” Kelly said in between laughs. “I’m Kelly. It’s nice to meet you.”
The moment she finished her introduction, a scream echoed from across the bathroom. A new girl stood by the Kim’s door with her hands clasped over her mouth. Unfortunately, the noise startled Kim who was barely halfway through her piss. She jumped and shot a warm yellow stream of pee right on to Kelly’s shirt. She quickly tried to reassume her position but the precarious balance was broken. Pee was cascading all over Kelly’s shirt, jeans, and thighs, not to mention the floor. Kelly tried to stand up and move away from the line of fire, but she slipped in the steadily growing puddle of pee on the floor. Her legs gave away and she slid under Kim. Kim’s piss splashed in Kelly’s face, who shook her head frantically and spluttered to get the stray droplets of urine out of her mouth. Her own stream was easing up, but it was still coming.
Thinking quickly, Kim hopped over Kelly, turned around, and sat on the toilet to continue her piss.
Kelly lay on the floor, Kim’s pee all over her face and body, a puddle of pee soaking into her back, and her own pee stream finally coming to an end. Everything was deathly quiet aside from the sound of Kim’s pee hitting the toilet water. |
Hey everyone, it's been a while. I decided to write a story for those who didn't enjoy the last one with the dominant female character. This one's main character is submissive and, in many ways, unsure of herself. I quite enjoyed writing this one so I hope you all like it. :)
Rosie nervously recited the dance moves in her head as the University of Syracuse cheerleading team took a well-deserved break. She could feel the spiteful glances from her teammates as she sipped from her water bottle. She felt embarrassed, having made mistakes frequently through the Saturday morning practice. This had led to Brenda, the girls' coach, keeping the entire team on the field for an extra hour and counting. Instead of getting to their weekend plans, the girls were getting tired of going through the same boring routine they had mastered last year.
Rosie was the only rookie on the squad. She had been the leader of her high school cheerleading team and had been accepted into Syracuse with a full scholarship. A beautiful curvaceous figure maintained in model shape by a strict diet and exercise routine, she turned heads at every party she went to. Her black father and white mother had raised her in a strict environment, forbidding her to date boys while she resided under their roof. Now she finally felt free to explore some options, but the demands of the University dance team along with the academic burden were much more rigorous than what she was accustomed to.
She was nearly in tears from the embarrassment and frustration as Brenda blasted her whistle and the team scrambled to line up again. Rosie tried not to pay attention to the eyes watching from the stands as she nervously went through her steps. A lot of boys, including many of the football players, liked to come to the practices to scout the talent before the season started. It was only the second practice, but she was already getting an increasing number of cat calls directed at her. This only sufficed in making her teammates more upset with her.
Twenty minutes later, Brenda finally dismissed the girls but instructed Rosie to stay behind. She watched the group make its way to the parking lot with no real reason to visit the changing rooms. The girls were forbidden from bringing a change of clothes to practice, as Brenda felt it showed school spirit to leave in uniform.
Rosie nervously waited for her coach to address her. Brenda was quite the authority figure, a former cheerleading team captain at Syracuse. Her team had placed runner-up in the nationals back in 2004. She was not as fit as she used to be but was still quite the blonde, blue-eyed beauty with curves in all the right places. "Rosie, I'm really questioning your dedication to this team. In my five years here, I have seen many young girls squander golden opportunities and waste the team's time. I am seriously considering kicking you off the team."
Rosie stared at her in disbelief, unable to imagine what her parents would do to her if she lost her scholarship a month into first year.
"Well?"
Rosie finally spoke up. "Please Brenda, I am committed to doing well- I really am! I just need some time and I promise I'll be better!"
Brenda chewed her lip. "I want you to come in an hour early next Saturday. I have an exercise that will improve your concentration levels and also test your will to be on the team. Until then, I expect you to practice on your own to avoid any more days like this one."
Almost in tears again from gratitude, Rosie thanked her coach and drove home with the intention of going through her dance routine for the rest of the day.
The week seemed to fly by and Saturday morning arrived much too soon for Rosie's liking. It seemed like this was judgement day and she was completely unprepared for it. She lived in one of the University's residences so it was a short commute to practice on foot. She walked into Brenda's office five minutes early dressed perfectly in her cheerleader dress with grey tights and found her coach already waiting. There was a large jug of water along with a tall glass beside it on the desk. Wordlessly, Brenda gestured for Rosie to help herself to it.
"I'm ok, I just had some orange juice for breakfast."
"I wasn't asking, Rosie." Brenda gestured towards the water again.
With a puzzled shrug, Rosie poured herself a glass of water and took a sip. She waited for Brenda to speak again but only got a gesture to drink quickly. Getting impatient, Rosie gulped down the entire glass and set it down on the table. Once again, she looked expectantly at her coach.
"Again."
Confused, Rosie repeated the exercise only to be asked to fill the glass again. After half a dozen drinks, the jug was finally empty. She felt bloated and slightly dizzy.
Brenda finally spoke a full sentence for the first time. "Ok let's go outside and practice a few moves until the girls come. It'll give your tummy some time to... settle down."
Rosie felt the ocean of liquid sloshing inside her as they turned to make their way out of the office. She already felt a slight need to pee. Perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to pee now before practice started with so much water inside her. "Can I quickly use the washroom?" she asked.
"No, follow me." Brenda replied forcefully and abruptly. She led Rosie outside to the football field and started the stretching routine.
Fifteen minutes later, they had gone through the dance routine step by step slowly, refining Rosie's weaker points. It was a difficult process with so much water inside her stomach. Rosie felt sluggish and on the verge of throwing up several times but somehow held on. Members of the cheerleading team had started to filter in along with boys in the stands. Brenda finally decided Rosie had gone through enough.
"Take a break until practice starts with the group in two minutes. Don't wander off though- you're cut if you aren't present when the whistle blows."
Grateful for the brief break, Rosie sat down on the players' bench with her teammates. They looked at her curiously, but she just ignored their glances and focussed on the dance moves in her head. She wondered if she would ever have friends on the team. It had been a tough social adjustment for her- she had been so popular in high school.
On the bright side, her tummy wasn't as bloated anymore so it was getting easier to move without feeling queasy. However, she could feel a growing need to pee. She could really use a washroom break now before an hour of practice. However, there was absolutely no way to make it to the toilet and back in just two minutes. Perhaps she would get a chance to relieve herself in a longer break later on.
As promised, practice started at 9:00 sharp with a quick blast of Brenda's whistle. The extra practice throughout the week had really helped and Rosie was precise with all her steps. She noticed that Brenda had half an eye on her at all times and seemed pleased at her performance. A few of the girls even shouted a few words of encouragement to her. Brenda was so pleased with the team's synchronization that she decided to begin preparation for a second routine after a couple of runs; the team seemed ready for the first preseason game of the season next week.
Rosie was starting to feel a nagging discomfort as a result of her bladder's fullness. All the water was quickly making its way through her system and into her bladder. It was getting increasingly difficult to focus on the new dance routine. She hoped for a break soon so she could run to the ladies room for a quick pee. There was still over half an hour to go and there was no way she was going to be able to hold it in until the end. The dancing was really doing a number on her bladder and she was worried all the moving around would cause a wet spot on her tights.
Brenda finally blew a long whistle to signal a break. "Take two, girls! We take the new routine from the top with Ash leading after the break!"
Rosie panicked- only two minutes again! Oh well, she would just have to hurry- there was no way she was risking wetting herself in front of her team and all the boys in the stands! Maybe she could even squat behind the dumpster around the back of the gym if no one was around and still make it back in time for the next whistle. She started running towards the gym but was halted by a loud whistle.
"Ms. Griffen! Where do you think you're going?"
Rosie blushed- she would have to announce her need to the entire team! "Just need to visit the ladies room real quick- I'll be right back!"
"No! Get back here right now! No one is allowed to leave the field in the middle of practice!"
Rosie walked back in visible concern. No washroom break until practice ended! She would have to risk peeing herself in front of everyone just to keep her spot on the team and her scholarship! This was so unfair! Making her drink all that water and then not letting her go pee was just pure torture! How could a coach ever do that to her squad member? It had to be illegal.
Somehow Rosie held her tongue despite her rage. She wondered how she would explain this story to her parents or even any authority figure. It was just too crazy to be true. She had no proof that Brenda had made her drink all that water. Her only choice was to try and hold in her pee until the end of practice or quit the team along with her studies.
The practice restarted and Rosie's desperation seemed to multiply over the next ten minutes. Her steps were off target and it was obvious to everyone that she severely needed to pee. She could no longer stand still during pauses in the dance routine and crossed her legs or bounced up and down. By the next break, she had her hands folded in front of her crotch trying to discreetly exert pressure on her womanhood. She wanted to beg her coach one more time to just excuse her for two minutes, but knew it was a lost cause. Her need to pee was so intense and overbearing that the practice really a waste of time. She was missing all the steps and just concentrating on containing her piss inside her body. At least no one was accusing her of being careless this time! Her teammates and coach could clearly see she was in the verge of urinating in her cheerleader outfit so they understood why she was so off. She felt another wave of helpless frustration at Brenda.
Rosie almost started peeing as Brenda's whistle restarted practice for the final time. She quickly grabbed her crotch as she started the dance motions. There were less than fifteen minutes to go! If only she could hold on SOMEHOW. It seemed like an almost impossible task in her state. Peeing her pants seemed like an imminent event with the burden being placed on her body- an excruciatingly full bladder and complex dance moves which challenged her flexibility and balance. Sooner or later she would pee. It really was a battle against the clock now.
"Just piss your pants already, cutie! You will feel so much better if you just let go!" yelled a guy from the crowd.
Rosie burned red with humiliation as laughter surrounded her. She saw Brenda hide a smirk by biting her lip. That evil bitch! She was really enjoying watching her struggle! She could sense everyone watching her to see if she would make it to the end of practice. People were even snapping pictures with their smart-phones!
"Don't worry, babe! I'd still do you even if you pee yourself!" Another yell from the crowd followed by laughter.
She was almost in tears now. Why wouldn't her coach just let her go use the toilet? What kind of sick game was this? Was she getting some kind of sick pleasure from making her disgrace herself in front of so many people? How could she possibly survive at the University or Syracuse if she peed her tights and the photos were shared all over the internet?
Brenda continued to lead the team through the dance sequence to a march-in-your-spot move. It was too much for Rosie. She squirted in her panties and abruptly stopped dancing to shove both hands in her crotch, valiantly fighting the natural instinct to void the excess waters from her strained teenaged body. She just managed to prevent her bladder from releasing its entire flood into her tights. She was so close to wetting herself- too close.
For the first time that day, Brenda yelled at her for her incorrect technique. "Stand up straight, Rosie and stick with the team- keep dancing!"
Rosie forced herself upright and tried to follow Brenda's lead half-heartedly. She tried to match the team's moves satisfactorily enough to avoid yelling from her coach but her main focus was trying to keep her tights dry. There were only about ten minutes left in practice but it was an eternity in poor Rosie's state. She gasped as another squirt escaped her- a longer one this time. She pressed down hard on her pussy. She could feel the wet spot on the thin cotton fabric now. Her pee had leaked through her panties onto the grey tights, darkening them for the world to see. She wondered if her short skirt would be able to cover the dampness or if it would be seen when she danced. It hardly mattered. She was slowly losing control of her bladder. Soon, the volume of pee inside her would be too much for her body to handle and she would inadvertently pee herself. Her tights would get engulfed by the warm wetness and people would laugh endlessly at her expense. The accident would happen completely beyond her own will and control. She had been forced to drink the water. She had been forced to remain at practice without a pee break. She had been forced to endure this inhumane torture. She could hear the giggles intensify around her as she danced and knew that everyone had noticed the wet spot. They quickly started snapping photos of the hot cheerleader who had begun wetting herself in public.
Yet another squirt escaped the confines of Rosie's pussy lips and this one didn't stop flowing. She stopped dancing again and shoved both hands in her crotch. Her legs scissored violently as she clenched them as tightly together as she possibly could, rocking her hips back and forth to try to stop leaking. She just barely stemmed the flow. She could feel her pee seeping down her tights and knew she had just wet her ass and legs. Girls behind her roared with laughter as wet streaks appeared in the grey material. They couldn't believe their eyes- the new cheerleader was totally wetting herself at practice!
Everyone had stopped dancing now. Their eyes were fixated on poor Rosie, who was embarrassing herself in the worst way imaginable. Even Brenda had stopped coaching and started watching Rosie with the others. She was on the verge of having a total wetting accident in her clothes like a little girl, too incredible an event to ignore.
Rosie felt a powerful wave of desperation coming over her and immediately knew this would be the final one. There was just no way she could hold on a moment longer. Her pee was coming out no matter where she was or who was watching. She shuddered heavily with relief as a powerful waterfall exited her tortured body and flowed through her tights to the field below. The feeling of finally letting go was euphoric, almost orgasmic. She closed her eyes as her pee streamed from her vulva to her feet for a full minute. The flow slowed and stopped as she finally removed the iron grip on her crotch, exhibiting her wet skirt and tights.
The shocked silence around her was instantly replaced with excited chatter, laughter, and jokes. Rosie burned beet red and covered her face, crying audibly. She couldn't believe she had just wet her pants in front of her whole team, coach, and half the football team! How could Brenda do this to her?!
Brenda quickly shooed the girls around Rosie away and ushered Rosie straight to her office. It wasn't until she had shut the door behind them that Rosie finally uncovered her face. She could immediately tell that Brenda was sexually excited by what she had just done. She stopped sobbing and removed her skirt to give her coach an unobstructed view of her peed tights. Encouraged, Brenda approached the young cheerleader and purposefully kissed her on the lips while fingering her pussy through the wet cloth. Rosie was excited now as well and reached under her coach's t-shirt to massage her breasts through her 36C sports bra. It was so gratifying to know her attractive coach had not humiliated her as punishment but rather because she had found her hot enough to perform a sexual act for her.
Brenda took control of the situation and pushed Rosie onto her desk. She tore off the younger woman's tights and started eating her right through her soiled panties. Rosie moaned in ecstasy and began rubbing her own breasts as Brenda's mouth forcefully sucked on her most intimate region. Never in her wildest imagination had she imagined losing her virginity in this fashion. It was just so naughty, so hot, so forbidden. She couldn't imagine what her parents would think if they learned about this encounter.
Rosie finally redressed to head home an hour later. Brenda offered her a fresh uniform to wear home, but she refused. She no longer cared if she was seen as the girl who had wet herself at cheerleading practice. |
A/N: Had this in my head for a while and finally got around to starting it. I've tried to write it in a way that's still enjoyable for those unfamiliar with Wicked- but if there's anything that's unclear, please let me know. There should be several updates, although I'm not sure how soon I'll get around to posting them! Further to that, I think all I need to say is "Enjoy" :)
“Miss Elphaba!” Galinda’s legs twisted around one another, causing her satin nightgown to slide across her smooth, ivory skin. She pounded on the bathroom door again, her anger towards her roommate rising at an alarming rate, equated only by that of her desperation. “Miss Elphaba, if you don’t open this door right now, you will be extremely sorry!”
Finally, the lock clicked and the door opened just a fraction, allowing Galinda to see the smirking face of her roommate who was still denying her access.
“What’s the hurry, Miss Galinda?” Elphaba asked smoothly, her dark eyes taking in the twisted posture of her harried roommate with amusement.
“You know perfectly well why I’m in a hurry!” Galinda hissed, trying and failing to impede her squirming while she was visible to her roommate.
“And yet you’d never admit to it in so many words.” Elphaba threw one last cursory glance over her desperate roommate, and then opened the door fully, allowing Galinda to duck under her arm and fly into the bathroom. She removed her long, green fingers just in time to prevent them from becoming painfully trapped in the door as Galinda slammed it shut behind herself.
Not two seconds later, she heard the hissing sound of her roommate urinating forcefully into the toilet bowl and grinned to herself, pausing to savour the sound before moving leisurely back to her bed to wait for Galinda’s reappearance.
She emerged from the bathroom several minutes later and stormed straight over to where Elphaba was nestled in bed with a book, looking positively livid.
“I suppose you find yourself amusing.”
“Why, I’m sure I have no idea what you mean, Miss Galinda,” Elphaba replied idly, turning a page in her book.
“You know perfectly well what I mean!” Galinda exploded, her voice rising in pitch as she lost her temper entirely, “You’ve seen what sort of state I end up in when you deny me access to the bathroom first thing in the morning and yet you still insist on spending hours in there every single day! Do you do it just to spite me? I don’t believe for a second that you’re in there beautifying yourself as you look just as hideous when you reemerge!”
Finally Elphaba set her book down and gave her roommate the benefit of her full attention, albeit with her eyes narrowed dangerously. “It’s curious, Miss Galinda,” she said, her voice low and threatening, “That whenever you try to insult me, the focus always returns to my looks, irrespective of the situation. You’d think a student of Oz’s most renowned university would be able to think up a remark rather more intelligent every now and then.”
And with that, she stood abruptly, took one of her shapeless black shifts from her limited collection and swept back into the bathroom, leaving Galinda alone and flustered.
All throughout the day, Galinda’s mind was so consumed by her roommate and her injustice that she could barely focus on her classes. In the final lecture of the day- Doctor Dillamond’s History class, which she never paid much attention in anyway- Galinda spent the hour mulling over the ways in which she might be able to pay Elphaba back for the trouble she was causing her. For Elphaba’s actions were getting to Galinda in a way much deeper than the green girl could possibly know.
In her younger years, Galinda had struggled with the capacity of her bladder for far longer than was deemed socially acceptable for a woman of her class. In other words, she had been the sufferer of many a bedwetting accident until the age of fourteen. It was then that she had decided that enough was enough- wetting the bed was humiliating and it needed to stop.
Initially, she had tried simply drinking less in the evenings. When that had failed, Galinda had taken to setting an alarm halfway through her rest. When it went off, she would force herself to rise from her bed and stumble groggily to the bathroom to empty her bladder before going back to sleep. That seemed to work better. While she hated having to interrupt her beauty sleep in that manner, Galinda had recognised that desperate times called for desperate measures and her sleep would just have to suffer for the time being. It had been her intention to set the alarm to wake her a little later each night in order to train her bladder to go that little bit longer without being emptied- but this had proven unnecessary. She soon grew to be such a light sleeper that each night she would come to expect the alarm to go off; which, in turn, gradually resulted in her being awoken by a full bladder in time to avoid wetting.
As she had grown older, Galinda had acquired the ability to go the full night without peeing and without setting her trusty alarm- though she had never been able to rid herself of that desperate, irrepressible need to urinate immediately upon awakening. Now, at the age of eighteen and a university student, Galinda had no reason to consider herself a bedwetter any longer.
The one exception to this- which Galinda tried her hardest not to think about on the grounds of it being extremely humiliating- was her very first night spent at Shiz University. Her cheeks flamed as the memory of that night came to her now, despite her best attempts to suppress it.
She had awoken in the early hours of the morning and had known instantly what had happened. The entire lower half of her body felt consumed by that awful, familiar wetness. Still, Galinda had pushed her blankets to her knees to view her accident for herself, refusing to accept that she had reverted back to the habit she had tried so incredibly hard to offload as a young teenager. But the evidence was there, and she couldn’t hide it. The front of her nightgown shone with a steady stream of dampness which started at her crotch and continued, unhindered, right down to the very hem. The back of her nightgown was soaked.
Galinda stared down at the puddle in her bed she had created. The liquid was beginning to grow cold, and the lower temperature nipped harshly at her skin, finally rousing her from the semi-dreamlike state she had fallen into. With a start she remembered Elphaba and glanced fearfully over to the neighbouring bed as she threw her blankets back over herself to hide her lower half. But thankfully her roommate was still sleeping soundly, oblivious to the entire incident. Galinda breathed a sigh of relief, but reached for her long, silk dressing gown to wrap around herself before sliding her legs out of bed. She wasn’t taking any chances.
It was only after changing into a fresh nightgown and padding softly back to her bed that Galinda realised she would have to do something about her soiled bedding. It wasn’t as though she could simply ring for her maid to take care of the situation the way she could have done back home in Gillikin.
Tears sprung to Galinda’s eyes and she let out an irrepressible sob, suddenly feeling incredibly homesick. She might have descended into fully committed sobs, had it not been that Elphaba had chosen that moment to stir restlessly in her sleep, immediately receiving Galinda’s attention. Brushing away her tears, she quickly slipped back into bed, taking great pains to avoid the rather large and now-very-cold wet patch. As she did so, she felt a rush of burning hatred towards her roommate consume her. If it hadn’t been for Elphaba approaching their headmistress, Madame Morrible, and claiming to be room-less the previous day, Galinda would not have been forced to share with her, and instead would have received her own, private room as initially intended. Then she would have had the peace and privacy to think logically about this situation and deal with it accordingly. Galinda did cry then; albeit as quietly as she could. Lying between peed-in sheets, she could not possibly help but feel extremely sorry for herself.
The next day she had attended classes as though nothing had happened, then spent time with her new friends Pfannee, Shenshen and Milla as though nothing had happened. It was only when she returned to her room that evening, a huge sense of dread hanging over her, that she finally resolved to deal with her dirty bedding.
Elphaba was nestled in her bed, reading- a position of hers that was, over the next weeks, to become as aggravating to Galinda as it was frequent. Galinda swished past her as though she were invisible and pretended to be sorting through her textbooks until she was sure that Elphaba was paying her no attention. Then, as stealthily as she could, she moved back to her bed and peeled back her duvet a fragment.
Her bed sheets were clean.
Although this much was readily quite apparent, Galinda pulled back her duvet all the way and ran her hand searchingly over the spot where there should have been a large stain. She was about to lean down and smell it for further clarification when she became aware of Elphaba watching her curiously over the top of her book.
“Is there a problem with your bed, Miss Galinda?” she asked calmly. Too calmly- Galinda immediately felt her hackles rise in response.
“Oh, no problem, Miss Elphaba,” she responded, in her best infuriatingly-sweet tone. “I might ask the same question of you, however. I mean,” she added, when Elphaba’s expression displayed confusion, “I don’t know which homeless shelter you stole those awful grey bed sheets from, but I’d return them if I were you. The smell of the beggar who used them previously is hitting me all the way across here. Or is that just your own personal stench?”
“Well, excuse me, Miss Galinda,” Elphaba responded immediately, closing her book with a snap, “I don’t know what I have done to endure such rudeness from you, but I can assure you that I’d rather sleep in my own bedding, plain as it may be, than those insufferable pink frills with which you’ve chosen to deck your half of the room.”
“Oh, don’t bother closing your book,” Galinda trilled, waltzing over to the door. “I have better things to do than waste my time arguing with the likes of you. Oh, and there’s no need to tell me you wouldn’t want to sleep in pink bedding,” she added, eyeing Elphaba’s green skin scornfully, “You’d clash with it most dreadfully.”
And so the manner had been set in which they were to carry out their roommate-ship. Galinda loathed everything about Elphaba from her green skin to her sarcastic tongue, and it seemed that, in turn, Elphaba despised everything about Galinda- and made this horribly evident by timing her bathroom visits so that it was invariably occupied at the very moment Galinda needed to use it every morning.
Galinda had been puzzled, at first, as to who had washed her bedding that first eventful night. But it had not taken her very long to assure herself that it had simply been one of Shiz university’s servants, employed for that very purpose. She was not unused to having things done for her, after all, and saw no reason to look into the situation any further than that.
Forcibly directing her attention back to the present, Galinda’s eyes conducted a cursory glance of the classroom, finally coming to rest on the object of her meditations- Elphaba. The green girl was hunched over her desk, her face a picture of sheer concentration as her pen flicked from one side of the page to the other again and again. She was like a machine, Galinda thought in wonder- was she trying to copy down every word that old Goat was saying?
It was just as she thought this that Doctor Dillamond paused in speaking and turned to illustrate a point by drawing a diagram on the chalkboard. Elphaba chose to take advantage of this to pause in her note-taking and shift in her seat as though to get comfortable. When, several moments later, Dillamond resumed speaking and Elphaba returned to her occupation of writing furiously, she appeared even more rigid and hunched over than usual. Galinda tilted her head to one side. Were her eyes playing tricks on her, or did Elphaba look decidedly uncomfortable? She was unsure, until she noticed the green girl’s eyes flick to the clock on the wall, and then flick there again a second or two later as though to confirm what she had previously seen. It was subtle, of course- but Galinda was sure that Elphaba was not one who would ever display her need for the bathroom openly. No- subtle signals were the best she was going to get, and Galinda knew that it was not usual for the study-happy green girl to be anxious for class to be over.
Giggling a little to herself, Galinda flipped over a page of her notebook and began writing more avidly than she had been all lesson. Even if she was wrong in her suspicion, it would still be fun to scheme. And if she was right, well- after Galinda was through with her, Elphaba would be forced to think twice about occupying the bathroom for so long in the future. |
Chapter TwoElphaba’s eyes flicked from her notebook to the clock, and then repeated the action for confirmation. Yes, there was still a full half hour to endure before class ended.
She certainly wouldn’t usually consider Doctor Dillamond’s lectures to be an endurance; on the contrary, she greatly respected the Goat and was keen to learn any fragment of knowledge he wished to impart. In fact, it was this very eagerness to learn that had led to Elphaba’s current predicament. For the past half hour, she had been suffering from a nagging fullness of bladder, which was gradually growing to have more and more of an impact on her concentration. And yet, she was reluctant to leave the room and risk missing Dillamond discussing something important.
Elphaba frowned in self-disapproval. It wasn’t like her to be this careless. Usually she was able to maintain perfect control over her bodily functions without much difficulty. But careless she had been. Despite the liberal amount of time she had spent in the bathroom that morning, applying the oils she used for cleaning herself, she had not actually gotten around to using the toilet before Galinda had begun banging on the door, demanding entry.
She became distracted momentarily by the highly vivid memory of Galinda’s small form squirming outside the bathroom door, her pretty face a medley of fury and anxiety as she struggled against her body’s urgent need. Elphaba allowed herself a mere second or two to savour the image before directing her attention back to Doctor Dillamond with utmost self-discipline.
The lecture was interesting and informative, as those Dillamond gave usually were, and provided Elphaba with the distraction she needed to successfully ignore her own body’s urgent need for the time being.
She wrote in her usual style: quickly and energetically, and hunched so closely over her desk that her nose was mere inches away from her notebook. Her eyesight had deteriorated recently, and she needed stronger glasses. But, unconsciously, as her need grew stronger, her posture became more and more rigid until she was perched on the edge of her seat as stiffly as an iron rod.
“Miss Elphaba?”
Elphaba’s head shot up and she gazed wildly at her professor. “Yes, Doctor?”
“Are you quite comfortable, Miss Elphaba? You seem to be wound tighter than a spring today.”
There were titters behind her, and Elphaba felt her cheeks flush as the attention of all the other students was diverted to her.
“Perhaps she’s so anxious because Cook is boiling green beans for dinner tonight,” Galinda’s unmistakably high-pitched voice rang out clearly, “And she may have to undergo cannibalism if she doesn’t wish to go hungry.”
“That’s enough!” Doctor Dillamond cried, as the class broke out into peals of laughter, stamping a hoof on the ground in an effort to regain order. “Let us return to our topic, if you please.”
He threw Elphaba a sympathetic glance by way of apology for singling her out, but Elphaba was now almost too distracted to notice, much less acknowledge it. She didn’t care much about Galinda’s comment and its resulting laughter- she was so used to such teasing that it had ceased to affect her in any great way- but her concentration had been broken and it was now taking every ounce of her willpower to keep the contents of her bladder where they were.
She sat extremely upright- the polar opposite to the hunched position she had assumed previously- her legs pressed together and her bony behind balanced precariously at the very edge of her chair as she fought to control her breathing. Her skin allergy to water meant that the stakes were higher for her than they would be for any other individual in this situation. If she were to have an accident, it would cause her a lot of pain. Luckily, there were only five minutes left until the end of the lecture- that she could endure, although she was well aware that any further note taking was out of the question.
When Doctor Dillamond finally dismissed his class, Elphaba had already packed up her belongings in preparation. She stood up as carefully as she could, clenching her pelvic muscles tightly, slung her satchel over her shoulder, and was on her way to the door when she heard her name called.
Turning reluctantly, she tried to still her legs, which were now beginning to shake with the effort of holding. “Yes, Doctor Dillamond?”
But the Goat seemed to be waiting for the rest of the class to clear out before he spoke, evidently trying to rectify his earlier mistake. This was torturous for Elphaba in her current state and she stood pensively, staring at her boots as she fought to control herself.
“I just wanted to ask if everything was quite all right?” Dillamond said finally, his kind face riddled with concern, “I couldn’t help but notice that you were not very attentive in my lecture today.”
If it would not have resulted so surely in the contents of her bladder being emptied over the classroom floor, Elphaba would have laughed aloud at the irony of this. Here was her professor keeping her back to express his concern for her, when the kindest thing he could possibly do would be to let her go so that she could run to the nearest bathroom sharpish.
“I’m fine, Doctor Dillamond.” Even speaking was more effort than she could afford to give just now. “I suppose I’m just tired, is all. I’ll be sure to give you my undivided attention next time.”
“Madame Morrible isn’t working you too hard with all those additional sorcery seminars?”
“No Doctor.”
“And everything is okay with your father in Munchkinland?”
“Yes, Doctor.”
“And your sister is quite well?”
Oh, this was torture. Could he not sense the excruciating pain simply standing here talking to him was causing her?
“She’s fine, thank you.”
“Very well. If you do think of anything you wish to speak to me about-”
“I’m sorry, Doctor,” Elphaba cut in. Much as she hated to interrupt her professor mid-sentence, she was afraid that she was about to start urinating where she stood if she didn’t get to a bathroom immediately. “But I really do need to go. I’ll call in on you one lunchtime this week.”
The last part of her speech was garbled over her shoulder as she was already halfway towards the door. With no choice but to ignore the hurt look she knew Dillamond was currently wearing, she left the room and moved with hurried feet along the corridor to where she knew the nearest girls’ bathrooms were.
As she drew close to the bathroom door, Elphaba put out a green hand to push it open- only to withdraw it again in rising horror as she noticed the sign.
Closed, due to plumming issues. We apologise for the inconveeniense.
What? Ok, she needed to think rationally. There was another bathroom just around the corner. Forcing herself to hold on for that little bit longer, she took off again in its direction. Instead of her usual long strides, she was now forced to keep her legs together, so her paces were small and quick. It was frustrating, as it was taking far longer to get to where she needed to be than Elphaba would have liked.
She could see the white note before she had even reached the second bathroom, but Elphaba went right up to the door anyway, just to be sure.
Closed, due to plumming issues. We apologise for the inconveeniense.
Slightly aggravated by the recurring poor spelling and extremely aggravated by the fact that all the bathrooms seemed to be closed, Elphaba leant against the wall and resumed her trusted rigid posture as she tried to think.
Despite severely doubting her ability to climb stairs in her current state, Elphaba soon reached the conclusion that the one bathroom she could rely on being open was the one in her own dorm room. Giving one, long clench of her pelvic muscles for security, Elphaba eased herself away from the wall and began moving in that same infuriatingly slow manner towards her dorm, elbowing other students out of the way indiscriminately as she went.
As she reached the stairs which led to her room, Elphaba knew she was in trouble. There was only a slim chance she’d be able to reach the top of them without having a humiliating- and abjectly painful- accident midway. But it was a slim chance she knew she would have to take.
She took the steps slowly, one at a time, and each one seemed like a small milestone leading her closer to her destination. Elphaba was beginning to perspire from her ordeal, and she needed to stop frequently to re-assume the stiff, rigid posture which she was relying on to continue holding. It seemed like a small miracle had occurred when she finally managed to reach the top still dry and was able to edge along the corridor to her room. If she had previously been coiled as tightly as a spring, she now felt strung as tightly as a guitar string, quivering as she fought not to unclench a single muscle in her lower region.
With trembling hands, Elphaba tried to fit her key into the lock. Her body twisted and contorted as she tried to force it to wait those extra couple of minutes for the relief she knew was imminent. Finally, after much pained concentration, she was able to slot the key into its rightful place and turn it. Shouldering the door open, she hurried into the main body of her room- only to be greeted by the sight of a closed bathroom door and the sound of a running shower.
No, no. The sound of the water running was far too much for her body to take. Abandoning restraint now that there was nobody else around to see her, Elphaba bent double and pressed the front of her dress into her crotch with both hands, resorting to physical pressure to keep herself contained.
“Galinda!” she shouted, “I need you to get out of there!”
There was no response. Groaning in agony, Elphaba conducted a series of shuffle-hops forward until she was close enough to the bathroom door to bang on it furiously with one clenched fist.
“Galinda!” she bellowed even louder, “Open this door!”
But either Galinda couldn’t hear her over the noise of the shower, or had simply decided that it was her turn to be stubborn. Either way, Elphaba knew that it was over; she had pushed her body to its limit and it was unwilling to wait another second. As she felt her underwear begin to dampen, Elphaba removed her hands from her crotch and then, in defeat, spread her legs wide to prevent as much of the liquid as possible from coming into contact with her skin.
Oh, the relief- the relief was exquisite. For several luxurious moments, Elphaba forgot that she was peeing into her clothing while standing in the middle of her dormitory. For those wonderful moments, she didn’t notice the pain which the pee that splashed onto her skin was causing. All she was aware of was that blissful feeling of finally being able to void the contents of her bladder.
And then the pain hit. Elphaba gave a low hiss as she felt her buttocks and inside thighs break out in what she knew to be angry red blemishes. With barely a conscious thought, she scrambled underneath her dress for her underwear, desperate to relieve herself of the damp material that was causing her skin to burn. Just as she drew them triumphantly out from under her dress, causing the pain to lessen but not vanish, the bathroom door clicked open all too late. A wide-eyed Galinda stood in the doorway with only a towel covering her dignity, staring transfixed at her roommate who had just completely lost hers.A/N: Ha, I wasn't intending for Elphaba to actually have an accident on this occasion- it just happened. And I apologise if any of you didn't enjoy the inclusion of Elphaba's allergy. It probably isn't very enjoyable for her either.Any thoughts or comments are welcomed!
Edited December 18, 2014 by MissVermilion
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A/N: Here's a long-ass third chapter for you guys,
Chapter 3
The days following Elphaba’s accident passed by in something of a blur to Galinda. She hadn’t really expected that her actions would have such a dramatic effect upon her roommate, and the memory of the green girl standing there wide-legged with pee coursing down her thighs left Galinda both oddly intrigued and distinctly uneasy. She was intrigued because she had never before witnessed an adult woman having an accident, and the sight of it seemed to have stirred something deep within her; as though she had pulled a muscle in a part of her body she hadn’t known existed, perhaps. That in itself made her feel uneasy, mostly because it was Elphaba she was having these thoughts about: the odd green girl that she detested.
Usually, Galinda would have been most anxious to relay an incident like this straight back to her friends: any opportunity to single out and humiliate her roommate, she was always more than happy to take. But on this occasion, she felt no drive to share what had happened with anybody else at all. The thought that she and Elphaba shared something that was private to just the two of them sickened her, but that was indeed what it felt like. Additionally, Galinda felt very certain that she wanted to try and repeat the incident, and she wanted to do that without anybody else being involved.
She kept a close eye on Elphaba over the next few days, hoping to witness again that tense, rigid posture which she now knew meant that her roommate needed to pee. But she was left disappointed, as Elphaba did not display even the smallest hint of desperation. So the days passed, without Galinda understanding her feelings any better, until something occurred which caused her to forget about Elphaba entirely.
It was the following Tuesday, but it was a very special Tuesday, as it was the day that the new student arrived: Prince Fiyero Tiggular with his “scandalicious” reputation, the rumours told.
Naturally, Galinda had spent the morning flirting with him and her efforts had quickly been rewarded as Fiyero had wasted no time in inviting her to accompany him a dance at the Ozdust Ballroom that very evening. So, of course, Galinda had skipped her final class of the day in order to head back to her dormitory and begin readying herself for what promised to be a fabulous evening.
It was the first major social event that the first years were to experience at Shiz University and, as expected, it brought the student body out in force. To Galinda’s delight, but not surprise, Fiyero and herself soon took the central position on the dancefloor and were the clear envy of the couples surrounding them. Yes, she thought smugly, as Fiyero twirled her around, she was exactly where she belonged. Luckily, they did not have to move from their prominent position even to obtain drinks, as one of the Ozdust staff- clearly well aware of who Fiyero was- was bringing them a constant flow of them on a tray.
Galinda did not pay much attention to what she was drinking- it was in a short glass, fruity and alcoholic, that was all she knew. And all she cared about was that Fiyero was drinking it, and that it would make him happy if she drank it too.
When, eventually, they paused to catch their breath and chat to a group of students near the bar, Galinda was shocked to discover that several hours had passed. She also realised, now that she was standing still, that she had not used the bathroom all night and that she needed to pee quite badly. She glanced to Fiyero, intending to excuse herself for a moment, but discovered him to be deep in conversation with Pfannee, who was smiling and twirling her hair rather too much for Galinda’s liking. Smiling pointedly, she squeezed her way in between the two and was quickly able to recapture her date’s attention.
As she chatted, Galinda found herself beginning to shift on her feet a little. She was very aware of her bladder now and it was a constant source of distraction, but she still could not bring herself to leave Fiyero alone with the other girls for even a few minutes.
After a while, Galinda began to feel the strange sense that somebody was standing just behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, this feeling was confirmed as she found herself face to face with her roommate who was hovering just outside the group. In her party dress- if one could call it that, Galinda thought, looking scornfully at the dark blue shift Elphaba had chosen to wear- the other girl looked even more out of place and awkward than she usually did. Galinda was about to turn haughtily away, when Elphaba leaned forward to speak into her ear:
“You have to go, don’t you?” she muttered, and it was all Galinda could do not to die from mortification. As though her situation was not already awkward enough, Elphaba was now choosing to address her in public.
“I haven’t the faintest idea what you mean,” she responded frostily, while looking determinedly in the opposite direction. What was her roommate even doing at the party anyway? Wasn’t she supposed to be tucked away somewhere with some detestable hardback or other?
Thankfully, Elphaba followed this with no more than a shrug and sidled away. Galinda frowned, disliking Elphaba even more than usual. She had been just about to tell Fiyero that she had to visit the powder room (she told herself) but following that exchange with her roommate, how could she do so now while preserving her dignity? Galinda briefly frowned in dissatisfaction, before shaking off the thought and immersing herself back into the conversation that had continued, uninterrupted, around her. After all, she decided, she was a grown woman and should be able to last the length of a party without having to run off to the bathroom like a little girl.
After another two fruity little drinks, however, Galinda wasn’t so sure. She wasn’t used to drinking and was beginning to feel more than a little tipsy- partially also to do with the fact that she had forgotten to eat dinner in her haste to look perfect for the evening- and this was causing her to exercise less discretion in her bladder holding. She and Fiyero had returned to the dancefloor, but whenever there was a break between songs, Galinda was unconsciously conducting little stepping motions from one foot to the other as though she could not be still for even a second. The dancing itself was growing increasingly more difficult, though whether this was due to the alcohol or her ever-growing need for the bathroom, Galinda couldn’t be sure.
“I’m so sorry,” she told her partner anxiously, as she stepped on his foot for the second time, “I promise I’m not usually this clumsy.”
“That’s quite all right,” Fiyero assured her, with a flash of his dazzling smile, “No doubt my dashing presence is simply making you a tad nervous. Should we sit down for a song or two?”
“If we might,” Galinda assented in relief. She was sure that holding would be significantly easier while sitting and not having to worry about what her feet were doing.
“Well, then,” Fiyero said, placing his hand at her waist and beginning to escort her smoothly from the dance floor, “How about you find us some seats and I’ll fetch us some more drinks?”
“Oh no, that’s quite all right-” Galinda began to protest weakly, but it seemed that Fiyero’s question had been rhetorical as he had already breezed off in the direction of the bar.
Galinda bobbed anxiously on the spot as she cast her eyes around the smattering of tables, considering where it would be optimal to sit. Usually she would have opted for a table right in the middle, where everyone’s eyes would be on her, but suddenly she didn’t feel like being the centre of attention any longer.
As she looked instead at the tables huddled farthest into the corners, her eyes fell inevitably on Elphaba (it wasn’t as though she was easy to miss) who was currently deep in conversation with her wheelchair-bound sister and that obnoxious Munchkin boy who frequently persisted in following Galinda around. Galinda looked at the small group curiously, wondering why the Munchkin boy did not seem at all embarrassed to be seen conversing with a crippled girl and a green girl, and as she was doing so, Elphaba looked up and caught her eye. Embarrassed to have been caught staring, Galinda quickly looked away and hastily tried to curb the bobbing motion which she had quite suddenly become aware of. She took a few steps in the opposite direction, then glanced over her shoulder to see whether Elphaba was still looking at her. She was, and her expression looked far too knowing for Galinda’s liking. After casting her roommate an annoyed look- did she have no shame?- Galinda tossed her hair over her shoulder and made for a table on the opposite side of the ballroom.
As promised, Fiyero returned with more drinks, and Galinda pretended to sip hers delicately while doing her best to follow the conversation, which was now distinctly one-sided on her date’s part. She was becoming very anxious now. Although holding her pee was indeed much easier while sitting, Galinda knew that she could not keep doing so indefinitely, and was all too aware of the fact that she was quickly running out of time. Additionally- to Galinda’s increasing irritation- every time she happened to glance in Elphaba’s direction, it seemed that the green girl was looking back at her, completely unabashed.
Oh, for Lurline’s sake, this was ludicrous.
“Excuse me a moment-” she began to say, only to cut herself off with a gasp. As she had spoken, she had risen to her feet, intending to leave the table, but this motion had caused her to experience such a huge wave of desperation that she had to sit back down abruptly. At the very edge of her seat now, Galinda tried to press herself as hard as she could into its cool plastic, moving her legs back and forth violently under the frills of her pink dress.
“Miss Galinda, are you quite all right?” Fiyero asked, half-rising out of his own seat in alarm as if ready to combat whichever hidden torture was bothering his date.
Flushing pink, Galinda nodded. “I’m fine, I just—please excuse me a moment,” she said pensively, finally, with effort, managing to extricate herself from her seat.
With as much dignity as she could muster, she headed to the corner of the ballroom in which she knew the corridor to the girls’ restrooms were located (she had been glancing periodically at the sign for the past half hour), though combined, her heeled shoes and full bladder allowed her to move at little more than a shuffle.
Upon finally reaching the bathroom, Galinda found a group of girls congregated around the mirror replenishing their makeup, but no line for the cublicles. For this, she was quite thankful as she was sure that it would have been her undoing. She tried to slip past the makeup-appliers unnoticed, but her friend Shenshen was part of the group and called out to her, asking how she was enjoying her night with Fiyero.
Galinda paused, thrown off, and this moment of distraction proved to be fatal. At first, she did not feel herself peeing, she simply felt a warm wetness between her thighs and a sudden sense of relief. But then, as the trickle reached her knees, she suddenly became horribly aware of what was happening. Giving a short gasp, she put a hand between her legs in a final, desperate attempt to stop the flow and hurriedly dashed into the nearest cubicle.
As she locked the door behind herself, she heard Shenshen and the others giggling that she had clearly had too much to drink, but Galinda was far too preoccupied to care. As soon as she had shut the door, the small trickle had turned into a fully-fledged river, and she quickly sat down on the toilet, hoisting her dress and petticoats out of the way, but leaving her knickers and stockings where they were.
Although she needn’t have bothered even shifting her dress, Galinda thought in mortification, as she glanced down at her lap and took in the large, circular patch of darker pink material where her hand had been.
She peed for a long time- clearly she had been holding an awful lot of liquid- and then she sat there for even longer, waiting until the group by the mirrors had dissipated. Then, when she was quite sure of her privacy, Galinda put her face in her hands and began to cry hysterically. This was it, she felt sure: her social life was over. Her relationship with Fiyero was over before it had really begun. Her dreams were crushed and she was destined to be an outcast for the rest of eternity.
Presently, however, she heard footsteps as someone entered the bathroom and quickly tried to quieten her sobs, drawing her knees to her chest in fear that somebody might recognise her shoes under the door. She heard the door to the main bathroom lock and wondered, through her tears, what was going on. On top of everything else, was she about to be stuck in here listening to some couple have sex just outside?
But there was only one set of footsteps, and they stopped just outside her cubicle. Whoever it was seemed to be hovering there as though waiting for something. Galinda waited too, sniffling. Finally:
“Miss Galinda?” a timid voice called, and Galinda’s tears immediately desisted as her small fists clenched in anger. Trust her cursed roommate to be the first one on the scene of her humiliation!
“Leave me alone, Miss Elphaba,” she snarled.
“Fine.” The timidity from Elphaba’s voice had vanished to give way to a cold curtness. “Fine. I just thought you might need some help, is all.”
As her boots (those wretched, ugly boots- how had Galinda not recognised the sound of them immediately?) clomped back towards the door, Galinda’s hands unclenched in defeat. Unwilling as she was to accept it from Elphaba, the fact remained that she did need help.
“Wait,” she said, and the clomping stopped. Galinda took a deep breath, then reluctantly asked: “Miss Elphaba- W-would you fetch me some clothes from the dormitory? Please?”
There was a short silence, during which Galinda began to panic that Elphaba might refuse to help her after all, but finally she answered,
“Of course.”
***
Finally, Galinda unclicked the lock and emerged slowly. Elphaba was still inexplicably hovering outside the door, although Galinda had not asked her to wait after dropping off the clothes.
“I brought the dress I thought was most similar to the one you were previously wearing,” Elphaba said, after they had stared at one another in silence for a second or two, rubbing the back of her neck uncomfortably. “You know, so that people won’t be able to tell.”
Galinda looked at her roommate incredulously. Yes, the dress she was now wearing was a similar pink to the one she’d had on, but in cut and design they couldn’t be any more different.
“Did you honestly think I was about to go back to the party looking like this?” she snapped, indicating her person. “My makeup is smeared, my dress is crumpled and I smell like... like-" Unable to finish the sentence, she left it incomplete. "Sweet Lurline, Miss Elphaba! I knew you were a lot of things, but I never suspected that stupid was one of them.”
Elphaba’s face hardened. “Fine,” she said, “I’ve done my best to be kind to you, Miss Galinda, and yet you persist in insulting me. I’ll leave you to sort out your own messes in the future.”
“Just hold on a clock tick!” Galinda protested, as Elphaba turned to unlock the door and leave. Her roommate paused, but said nothing. Considering this to be acknowledgement enough, Galinda continued: “Miss Elphaba, I’m sure you’ve noticed that I haven’t told anybody about the incident that occurred in our dormitory the other day- I’m certain you understand what I speak of- and I’d very much appreciate it if you would do me the same honour regarding—well, regarding what happened just now.”
Elphaba rolled her eyes. “When requesting favours from me, Miss Galinda, you might do better not to call me stupid directly previously.”
She reached for the lock, but before she could turn it, Galinda prevented the action by placing a small, pink hand over a long, green one.
“Miss Elphaba, please,” she begged, feeling tears spring to her eyes, “You have no concept of what maintaining my level of popularity entails. You don’t understand how important this is. If anyone were to find out about this, I’d be positively ruined.”
Elphaba sighed. “You can rest assured, Miss Galinda," she said wearily, "that even if I had somebody I wanted to tell about this, I would not do so. There isn’t any need for you to start crying again.”
“Oh. Okay. Well. Good.” Galinda tried to brush away the tears which had managed to escape- but it seemed now they had started again, they wouldn’t be stopped. She gave an involuntary whimper and pushed at her eyes impatiently.
“Hey. I said don’t.” Elphaba’s tone was suddenly much softer than before- softer, indeed, than Galinda had ever heard it. She fished in a pocket of her dress for several moments, before successfully pulling out a handkerchief. “Here. It’s clean. Look, let me walk you back to the room,” she added, as Galinda took the handkerchief and dabbed at her streaming eyes.
Galinda consented, mostly because she didn’t feel like fighting any longer, but also partially because anybody’s company right now was better than nobody’s- even the company of the green girl. They walked in silence, save for Galinda’s involuntary sniffling. So much had passed between the two of them that their tenuous relationship was not ready for, and it seemed like neither really knew how to acknowledge it.
“I suppose I should thank you,” Galinda finally said tightly.
Elphaba paused briefly, and Galinda was sure that she was smirking. “I suppose you should,” she responded.
“Well- thank you,” Galinda said, perturbed by the smirk but persevering anyway. “And, Miss Elphaba?” Elphaba gave a small grunt to show that she was listening. “I’m sorry.”
She did not specify exactly what it was she was sorry for, and it was fortunate that Elphaba did not ask as Galinda would not have had a ready answer. Was she merely apologising for snapping previously, or had she just uttered an all-encompassing apology for all her previous meanness towards Elphaba? Even Galinda herself could not say. They walked the rest of the way in silence, and when they reached their room, Elphaba unlocked it, then stood aside to allow Galinda entry. “You’ll be okay now?” she asked.
Galinda nodded. “You’re going back to the party?”
“No. To the library.” Elphaba jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “I just thought of something I’d like to look up.”
“Oh. Well.” Galinda frowned, trying and failing to fathom the processes of the green girl's mind- she could not think why the library could possibly be a desirable location at that moment. "Thank you for your handkerchief, Elphaba." She held it out- it was black with mascara. "Sorry."
"That's fine." Elphaba smiled in amusement as she stuffed it back in her pocket. "See you later, Galinda."
It was not until Elphaba had left and Galinda was removing her clothes in order to shower, that she realised that had been the first time they had addressed one another without the honorific. How strange- it had felt so natural when she had said it. |
Chapter 4
Galinda was back in the Ozdust Ballroom, dancing with Fiyero. She needed to pee again and she certainly wasn’t about to let it get so urgent this time. She leaned in to whisper in her partner’s ear and then extricated herself from him in order to walk quickly in the direction of the bathrooms...
...Only, they weren’t there any longer.
Galinda stared in confusion at the expanse of blank wall where the door to the bathrooms should have been, and then gazed wildly around the rest of the ballroom. As she did so, a strange thing occurred to her: not only had the bathroom door vanished, but all the doors were gone. They were all trapped in here!
Frightened by this discovery, Galinda ran back to the dancefloor, tripping over her high heels as she went and looked frantically around for Fiyero. As it was his party, she felt certain that he would have the answer to this strange conundrum.
But Fiyero was nowhere to be found. Galinda wheeled around in a circle, at the centre of the dancefloor now, gazing at the faces of each passing couple in order to ascertain that none of them was her Prince. Her need to pee was now growing stronger by the second: she needed to find the way out!
“Fiyero!” she cried out- and at that moment, the music suddenly stopped. As her voice resonated loudly across the otherwise silent ballroom, the people who surrounded Galinda stopped dancing and turned to stare at her.
Galinda didn’t care at first- perhaps now everybody would understand that there was a problem- until she became horribly aware of the fact that her underwear was rapidly moistening. Her face grew hot as a trickle of pee ran down her left leg, trailing past the hem of her pink dress and dripping onto the polished wooden floor. She felt frozen, unable to do anything about the fact that she was peeing uncontrollably and distraught in the knowledge that everybody around her was watching it happen.
It was silent, until Shenshen’s loud voice rang out through the crowd, breaking the tension: “Look, everybody! Galinda’s wetting herself!”
Simultaneously, each one of the students broke out into peals of unadulterated, cruel laughter and Galinda sank to her knees, closing her eyes in shame. The laughter of her new friends rang in her ears and the puddle beneath her was reaching unthinkable dimensions, and yet still growing.
And then a hand was on her chin, forcing her face upwards. Fiyero?
Galinda opened her eyes but found herself looking not into the handsome blue eyes of her dance partner, but rather the sharp brown ones of her roommate. Elphaba was crouched before her, her sympathetic green face the antithesis of the malicious laughter which still rang out around them.
“It’s okay,” Elphaba said softly, running her thumb gently over Galinda’s cheek as her eyes began to twinkle mischievously.
Galinda didn’t understand, until she realised that she had stopped peeing and yet, the trickling noise of water hitting the dancefloor had not desisted. Confused, she looked down and realised that a second puddle had appeared between Elphaba’s boots- and it was steadily growing, fed by a constant stream which dripped through her dress, turning it a darker navy as it went.
As she stared, transfixed by what was happening, the crowds surrounding them slowly melted away until it was just the two of them left in an empty ballroom.
There was a crash of thunder and, gasping, Galinda jerked awake to the feeling of warm pee collecting beneath her. A sense of despair filled her: not again! A small, warm pool formed briefly below her crotch before sinking down through the sheets, and Galinda hastily buried a hand between her legs in a vain attempt to stop the flow. But it continued to gush, unhindered, through her fingers, so, forced to relent, she parted her legs and allowed it to happen. The warmth was almost pleasant as the liquid ran between her thighs, but then it cooled uncomfortably as it streamed onto her bed, soaking into her nightgown, into the sheet below her and then into the mattress beyond.
When her bladder was fully relieved, Galinda sat up slowly. Now that she was able to focus on her surroundings, it was immediately clear what had woken her: the rain pounded deafeningly against the window and flashes of lightening lit up the room intermittently, despite the drawn curtains.
In the bed adjacent, Elphaba was sitting bolt upright, her knees drawn in to her chest. A book lay abandoned beside her, and her eyes were focused intently on a small gap between the curtains, through which the coursing storm outside was just visible. The sight of her roommate caused Galinda to remember what she had been dreaming about, and she flushed heavily at how improper it had all been. But there was no time to think on that now: she needed to clean herself up, but that was going to be problematic with Elphaba awake. The last thing she wanted was for her roommate to realise that she had had another accident, mere hours after the previous one.
Quietly, Galinda reached for her silk robe and draped it around her shoulders, ensuring that the strings were tied tightly and her lower half safely hidden before slipping out of bed. The bathroom was nearest her side of the room, and she hoped to get there without disturbing Elphaba from the thoughts with which she was apparently consumed.
After reaching the bathroom, Galinda gave herself a quick wash from the waist down and changed into a fresh nightgown, all the while trying her hardest to keep her emotions in check. The frequency with which this was happening was really beginning to scare her now, and the fear that she might be descending back into her childish ways was real and intense- but she knew she needed to remain calm in order to hide this from Elphaba successfully.
Galinda had managed to sneak her way back into bed and was settling back down to sleep, her body curved strategically around the cold wetness, when Elphaba suddenly spoke:
“I can fix that with a spell, you know.”
Sitting up slightly, Galinda turned to stare at her roommate whose eyes were still resolutely fixed on the storm outside. If she hadn’t been so sure that she had just heard her clearly, Galinda would have had cause to doubt whether she had spoken at all.
“What did you say?” she asked in surprise.
Elphaba watched the rain for a second or two longer and then finally, with what seemed like great difficulty, extracted her eyes from the window and fixed them on her roommate.
“Your bed,” she said, nodding in the direction of the wet patch that Galinda was meticulously avoiding. “I know a spell that will clean it without you having to wash your sheets.”
Galinda felt heat rise to her cheeks as she realised that Elphaba was fully aware of what had happened. Nevertheless, she played innocent.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You needn't be embarrassed.” Elphaba surveyed her, her dark brown eyes scrutinising but not judging. “Your bladder is overstretched from earlier, you still have a significant amount of alcohol in your system and it’s raining very heavily. It isn’t unreasonable to expect to have an accident in your sleep, given those circumstances.”
Galinda felt herself blush harder and was thankful for the fact that it was concealed by the semi-darkness. Toying with the edge of her pillow, she said nothing.
“You’d be much more comfortable if only you admitted it to me,” Elphaba shrugged, “As I mentioned earlier, I’d have nobody to tell about it, even if I had anything to gain from doing so.”
Considering this idea, Galinda felt a lump collect in her throat. She wished Elphaba would stop being so nice to her. If she had been mean, Galinda would have been able to use her quick tongue and haughty persona to barricade herself from it; but this kindness was affecting her emotions in a way she hadn't the skills to combat.
“All right,” she conceded finally. She could deny her accident all she wanted, but Elphaba evidently knew it had happened. Whether she allowed her roommate to help her or spent the remainder of the night stubbornly lying in a wet bed, that much would remain the same. “Do what you need to do.”
As she slid out of bed and took several steps away from it to allow Elphaba access, the green girl slipped from her own bed and began to ferret in one of her bedside drawers. After triumphantly withdrawing her training wand, she came to join Galinda at the side of her bed and drew away the duvet.
As the evidence of her accident was revealed, Galinda involuntarily emitted a sound somewhere between a sniffle and a whimper. The bottom sheet looked soaked, and the knowledge that she was responsible for that, and the fact that this shameful happening was suddenly visible for her roommate to see made her want to burst into tears. She managed not to, however, and Elphaba seemed unperturbed as she gave her wand a short flick. Instantly, the wet area evaporated into thin air. Within the blink of an eye, it was as though it had never been there.
Galinda gazed at her bed in wonder: she had not expected the spell to happen so quickly and with so little effort on Elphaba’s part. Her gaze moved hungrily to Elphaba’s wand. “How did you do that?”
The corner of Elphaba’s lips twitched into a half-smile. “Magic.”
“Well, yes, I know that!” Galinda said in frustration, as Elphaba strode off to put her wand away. “But how? I know that your wand functions as a channel for your inner thoughts, but how did you get them to transmit so effortlessly? And how did you move your wand with such finite precision in the knowledge that something entirely different might have happened if you had been no more than a millimetre out?”
Elphaba, who had turned back to her roommate as soon as Galinda had begun to speak, now looked at her with utmost surprise. “You’re truly very interested in Sorcery, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” Galinda responded, thoroughly vexed that nobody ever took her seriously when it came to this topic. “That was the entire reason I applied for Shiz University- to take part in Madame Morrible’s sorcery seminar. I was the only one who applied this year, I’ll have you know! And then you pulled that flashy little stunt with your sister on the first day and ruined everything!”
Following this outburst, there was silence as Galinda struggled to calm herself. On the day she had arrived at Shiz, she had been in the process of telling Madame Morrible exactly why she was an essential candidate for her sorcery seminar, when the lights had begun to flash ominously. Everyone’s attention had immediately been drawn to Elphaba’s sister Nessarose, whose wheelchair had begun to glide, without anybody yielding it, right across the hall and into Elphaba’s outstretched hands. After this obnoxious little showcase of the green girl’s magical abilities, Madame Morrible had entirely lost interest in her conversation with Galinda and had declared that she would be accepting only Elphaba onto her sorcery programme- and taking no other students. This had hit Galinda hard: and the feelings of bitter resentment which it had prompted her to feel towards her roommate were still strong and prominent.
Meanwhile, Elphaba was staring at her with unadulterated shock. “Galinda- I had no idea,” she said finally. “No, I really didn’t,” she reiterated, as Galinda made a disbelieving scoffing sound, “I’d never considered a career in Sorcery. I came here to study Science- the polar opposite of Magic- and the idea that you could just flick a wand and make something happen left me completely cold. It was far too easy. I like studying things which stretch my mind and challenge me intellectually. I certainly didn’t ask for Madame Morrible to insist I take part in her silly magic tutorial.”
“Silly magic tutorial?” Galinda repeated, incredulous that anybody could refer to her beloved subject in such a blasé manner; “Elphaba, Sorcery is not easy! It’s the most intricately difficult art form there is! Sorcerers dedicate years to studying the nuances of their craft in order to become merely proficient. The ones who are absolutely astonishing at it like Madame Morrible and the Wizard of Oz have to spend decades perfecting spells in order to become that way.”
Galinda had never seen Elphaba so lost for words. Her brow was furrowed with confusion and her mouth hung slightly open. The effect would have been comical, had Galinda not been so passionate in what she was trying to express. Finally, there was a burst of thunder from outside which shook Elphaba from her reverie and caused her to give a start, her eyes flicking wildly to the window.
Now, that was comical and Galinda could not help giggling. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of storms?” she asked, referring to the look of panic which had briefly crossed the other girl’s face. “How silly for someone so interested in Science to be frightened of something so irrational!”
Elphaba looked back of her, and an expression that Galinda could not read passed over her sharp, green features. But it had vanished as quickly as it had appeared, and she gave that half-smile again. “Yes- it is silly,” she agreed, then added: “It’s late. We should go back to bed.”
Galinda nodded, suddenly realising how tired she was. “Yes, we should,” she yawned, and the two of them retreated back to their respective beds.
“Goodnight, Elphaba. I’m sorry you had to deal with- you know. Again.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Elphaba, who had reassumed her hunched position with her eyes back on the window, “’Night, Galinda.”
A/N: Is anybody actually reading / enjoying this? I know it's a bit niche, and I'm pretty much writing it for my own benefit- but like most other humans, I feel like my work is validated when people say nice things about it ;)
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Chapter 5
Seven-year-old Elphaba stirred from her sleep feeling groggy and disorientated. At first, she was confused as to why she had awoken: it was still dark outside and she was tired, so very, very tired. Her eyelids felt heavy and so she allowed them to close once more, but before she could sink back into a doze, a muffled sound filtered into her consciousness. It seemed to be coming from the neighbouring room, and it sounded like crying…
Nessarose!
Fully roused by this thought, Elphaba shot out of bed and, with no time to bother about slippers, dashed barefoot to her younger sister’s room.
Six-year-old Nessa was sitting up in bed, her blankets pooled in a heap where she had impatiently thrown them off. Her little face was red with tears and she continued to wail ever louder at the sight of her sister.
“Nessa, what is it?” Elphaba hurried to her sister’s bedside and knelt down beside her. “What’s wrong?”
Nessa turned her tear-stained face to look at her, but she seemed to be crying too hard to articulate exactly what she needed. “I- I h-hafta…”
“You have to what?”
But as she looked over her sister, it was suddenly obvious what Nessa wanted. Both hands were buried in the crotch of her nightgown and she was leaning so far forward that it was a wonder she didn’t topple over.
“Oh!” said Elphaba, relieved she had found the source of the problem, “Hold on Nessa, I’ll get your chair.”
“No!” screamed Nessa as Elphaba turned to leave, “I-I c-can’t… h-hold it…”
“Then… you want me to carry you?” Elphaba eyed her sister doubtfully. By straining, she knew could lift Nessa from her wheelchair into her bed and back, but she was not so confident in her ability to carry her all the way to the bathroom.
But then Nessa gasped loudly through her tears and Elphaba saw her nightgown dampen around the area where her hands were pressed. The older girl knew then that she had no choice. Without another thought, she hooked one arm around her sister’s waist and slid the other under her knees. Then, with difficulty, she lifted Nessa into her arms.
Her whole body seemed to protest against the effort and Elphaba strained with all her might to keep her sister from slipping from her grip. Nessa was not making matters any easier; she squirmed and cried against the older girl’s body. A couple of tears fell onto Elphaba’s bare neck and she bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from crying out in pain at the burning sensation they caused.
She took a couple of steps forward, her whole body shaking with the weight of the smaller girl; and then her legs buckled and the two of them crashed to the ground, landing in a muddled heap.
Elphaba felt the searing pain around her midriff before she realised the cause of it. The pain controlling her actions, she pushed her sister away roughly so that the urine, which was now pouring out uncontrollably, was no longer hitting Elphaba’s skin. Nessa tumbled onto her back, legs akimbo, and the pee continued to shoot from between them, rising briefly into an arc before dropping to the ground where it collected in a steadily-growing puddle.
“Nessa!” Elphaba gasped, aghast at what she had done. She shuffled over to help her sister, doing her best to ignore the pain at her stomach where her skin was now beginning to blister and peel. Before she could reach the other girl though, the door was flung open and the sudden towering presence of her father caused her to shrink back into herself.
Frexspar, the governor of Munchkinland, spent several terrifying moments taking in the scene before him. He then moved to Nessa’s side, helping her into a sitting position. She huddled into his side, her cries quieter in her father’s presence, and he soothed her softly for several moments before turning to Elphaba.
The fury in his eyes made the older girl flinch, and she looked guiltily at the ground until he grabbed her chin and thrust it upwards, forcing her to look at him.
“Elphaba,” he said, his voice low and cold, “What did I tell you to do when Nanny fell ill?”
Elphaba’s lip trembled. “To look after Nessarose until she gets better.”
“Then perhaps you can explain,” Frex said, his voice rising formidably, “Why your sister was lying spread-eagled on the floor in a puddle of her own urine.”
From Frex’s side, Nessa whimpered. “Father, I didn’t mean to-” she began, but her father hushed her.
“I know you didn’t mean to, my precious pet,” he said gently, “It was Elphaba’s fault, not yours.”
Elphaba’s eyes prickled with tears and she blinked hard to prevent them from falling and causing her even more pain. He was right, she had been tasked with looking after her sister and she had failed. She deserved to have her skin blister as a result. She deserved to be punished.
Meanwhile, her father had dropped her face and risen to his feet with Nessa in his arms. Elphaba watched, envious at how easily he lifted her. Maybe when she was bigger, she would be able to do the same, and then she could look after Nessa properly.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he told Nessa softly, and then, harshly, to Elphaba: “Clean up this mess and then wait for me in the kitchen. We’ll discuss your punishment then.”
***
Elphaba stood alternately on her tiptoes and then on her heels. The fire had not yet been lit, so the stone floor was cold, and she had not yet gone back to her bedroom for her slippers. Her failure to take care of Nessa was still prominent in her mind, and she was filled with remorse for what she had done. If only she had woken up when Nessa had first called to her; then her sister wouldn’t have gotten so desperate and Elphaba might have been able to get her to the toilet in time.
Thinking about her sister’s accident made Elphaba realise that she could actually do with using the toilet herself. She hadn’t been since before dinner last night, and she’d drunk a lot of milk since then. They both had, she and Nessa, which was probably why her sister had woken up so desperate.
Elphaba shifted on her feet a little, the cold aggravating her bladder, and wondered if she had time to go and relieve herself quickly before her father came to punish her. She glanced at the door, took a couple of hesitant steps towards it, and then abruptly halted as her Father emerged through it from the hallway. He was rubbing his eyes, and Elphaba felt guilty that he’d had to wake up because of her. She should have been able to handle the situation herself, she knew.
Ignoring Elphaba at first, he went instead to the fire and proceeded to light it. Elphaba watched him anxiously. He was wearing his dressing gown and wasn’t carrying his belt, which implied that she wasn’t going to get whipped. But there was the poker, and that was worse. After prodding the fire several times, however, Frex placed the poker back into its holder and turned finally to look at Elphaba.
She swallowed hard, anxiously rubbing her thighs together.
“Well?” Frex demanded, after glaring at her for a few seconds, “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Can I go to the bathroom?” she blurted out, without meaning to. The fear of what her father might do to her was bubbling in the pit of her stomach and seemed to be putting additional pressure on her bladder.
Her father looked taken aback for a split second, clearly not having anticipated that answer, but then he took in her hunched, squirming posture and he frowned.
“What in Oz makes you think you should be allowed that privilege,” he asked, “When you just deprived it of poor Nessarose?”
Elphaba felt her eyes widen in dismay. Surely he wasn’t going to make her have an accident too, as punishment? But then she remembered that she deserved it, and her eyes dropped guiltily to the ground.
“That’s what I thought. Now, you’re to stay here and think on your behaviour. I’ll be back at breakfast time, and you’d better still be exactly where I left you.”
By the time Frex and Nessa entered for breakfast, Elphaba was in a terrible state. Afraid she was about to start peeing any second, she hand one hand constantly holding between her legs and, though the floor had heated up nicely, she hopped as continuously from one foot to the other as she would have if it had been made of ice.
Nessa shot her a fleeting, triumphant look as she was wheeled to the table, evidently pleased that Elphaba was now having to undergo the same experience she had had earlier that morning. Frex, however, completely ignored his eldest daughter as he sat at the table, poured himself a cup of coffee and then opened his newspaper.
Elphaba watched her father in horror. She had felt certain that if only she hung on until he re-entered the room, she would be allowed to go and pee, but it did not seem as if this was her father’s plan.
“Papa?” she whimpered, to get his attention.
Frex looked up from his newspaper and his eyebrows knotted together. “Get your hand out of there and stay still,” he ordered, “Young ladies do not behave in that manner.”
Elphaba obediently withdrew her hand from her crotch, but was completely unable to stop dancing. If she did so, even for a second, she was afraid that her bladder would explode all over the floor.
“Stay still, Elphaba,” Frex repeated sternly, his hand moving threateningly to his belt.
Elphaba stilled her feet, but her whole body trembled with the effort of holding on and she was sure it would give way any moment. Her hand strayed nervously to the front of her nightgown, ready to grab herself again if she needed to.
“If you touch yourself,” Frex warned, unbuckling his belt and sliding it menacingly front its loops, “You’re going to be in big trouble, young lady.”
Feeling a small amount of pee leak out and dampen her underwear, Elphaba squeezed her legs tight together- but it wasn’t enough without the pressure of her hand. A little more liquid slipped out and Elphaba tried her hardest not to look either pained or guilty as she felt it trickle down her left thigh, leaving a searing line on her skin.
“Papa,” she whispered through trembling lips, “I-I’m going to… P-please don’t make me-”
As she looked up, she realised that Nessa no longer looked triumphant. On the contrary, a worried frown had crossed her face and she seemed genuinely concerned as she too addressed her father.
“Papi, I think Elphaba’s going to have an accident.”
Elphaba’s having an accident, Elphaba mentally corrected in despair, as several more trails burned her thighs. She managed to cut each one off by rubbing her legs together and intercepting them before they reached the edge of her nightgown and became visible- but in doing so, she was causing the wetness to come into contact with more of her skin and causing herself even more pain. She gripped a fistful of dress in either hand to prevent herself from crying out, and her entire body shook with the strain. And then, without warning, her bladder yielded, and pee began to gush down both thighs at an alarming rate. Gasping in pain and fear, Elphaba grabbed her crotch with both hands and resumed her frantic dancing. She was able to cut off the flow, but not before a small puddle had formed at her feet.
Instantly as she had begun peeing visibly, her father had risen from his chair. He was now standing before her, belt taut between his hands. He bellowed something furiously, but Elphaba did not hear what he said because, at that very moment, her fearful bladder gave out completely and she was too overwhelmed by the terror of the situation and the sudden excruciating pain of her blistering legs, to form any further coherent thought. The last thing she saw was her father looming over her, belt in hand- and then her vision blackened.
And then Elphaba awoke for real, mercifully nineteen years old once more and safe in her dormitory at Shiz, far away from her father’s wrath. At first, she thought she had actually urinated in her sleep, the memory of the pain felt so real and prevailing. But as she felt cautiously between her thighs, she was able to confirm that the feeling was only imagined and that the injured skin from her accident two weeks previous was healing nicely, aided by a particular lotion which she had been applying liberally. Good- sharing a dormitory with a bedwetter was exhausting enough without her adopting the same habit herself. Which reminded her…
Sitting up quickly, Elphaba grabbed her wristwatch from her bedside table and cursed under her breath as she saw the time. Damn- she was going to be late for her Sorcery seminar if she didn’t hurry, and she had been hoping to keep Madame Morrible in a good mood so that she could put forward the request she had decided upon several hours ago.
As she hoisted herself out of bed, Elphaba’s eyes fell on Galinda. The blonde was curled up in a tight ball, still sleeping peacefully. Her golden curls splayed out on the pillow around her and her pink coral lips were slightly parted. The corner of Elphaba’s mouth tipped into a half smile before, suddenly checking herself, she looked away quickly and began busying herself with preparing for her morning. |
Chapter 6“I’ve got something for you.”
Galinda, who was walking alone to History class, turned her head warily as Elphaba ran up behind her, boots clomping, then fell into pace with her. Yes, they’d bonded a little over that whole embarrassing incident the previous night, but that didn’t mean the green girl was free to address her whenever she saw her around the corridors. Surely Elphaba knew that?
“What is it, Miss Elphaba?” she asked curtly, all too aware of how much attention she was already drawing by walking at Elphaba’s side.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about what you told me last night,” Elphaba answered, either not noticing or simply not thrown by Galinda’s retreat back into ‘Miss,’ “About how much Sorcery means to you. And I wanted to apologise for ruining your chance at a place in Morrible’s seminar.”
“That’s perfectly fine,” Galinda said stiffly. She hoped this conversation would finish before they reached the History room. Fiyero was in that class, and the last thing Galinda wanted was for him to see her arrive in Elphaba’s company.
“Well, I spoke to Madame Morrible this morning,” Elphaba continued, unperturbed by Galinda’s tone, “And she was in an awful mood, I’ll have you know. Honestly, I’m sometimes inclined to believe that woman-”
“Miss Elphaba,” Galinda interrupted, coming to a halt, unable to take it any longer, “If you have a point to make, please do so quickly and skip all this chit-chat. People are staring.”
And she wasn’t wrong. All around them, students had stopped in the hallway and were nudging each other to point out the strange sight of popular Galinda walking side-by-side with the odd green girl.
Elphaba paused, and then her features undertook a cold, hard expression.
“My point, Miss Galinda-” she began icily, then seemed to change her mind, “No, you’re right. I have no point whatsoever. Much like the wands in your ridiculous entry essay. Magic Wands- Need They Have a Point?- indeed. Perhaps next time you write a thesis, you’ll get a little further if you don’t have to resort to nauseating puns.”
Unlike Galinda, Elphaba had not been struggling to keep her voice low. She didn’t give two hoots what any of these other students thought or how much attention she attracted. Hell, she herself caused people to stare simply by entering a room. But Galinda, it seemed, did mind the attention, and her eyes flicked nervously around their spectators. Elphaba wondered whether if the smaller girl had even heard two words of her rant. Feeling sick to her stomach that she had allowed herself to begin to feel affectation for her roommate, she left the other girl alone in the hallway and stamped off to History class, the long, wooden box whose contents she had been intending to gift to the other girl lying unopened in her satchel.
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Later that evening, Elphaba was sitting at her desk, in the middle of writing a letter to her father, when she heard her roommate enter. She ignored her and carried on scribbling- until she sensed the presence of the smaller blonde girl lurking directly behind her. Closing her eyes briefly in frustration, she set her pen down.
“What do you want, Miss Galinda?” she asked tiredly.
“I want to explain.”
Elphaba turned to look at her and raised an eyebrow. The blonde was looking carefully at her delicate, white shoes instead of at her roommate.
“I want us to be friends, Elphaba. I really do. But I don’t want you to be my only friend. So I can’t just have you approaching me in the hallways and yelling your head off like that. Because that’s what will happen, Elphie. They don’t like you,” she stressed quietly, as though this last point might somehow be news to her roommate.
“So let me see,” Elphaba said, scrutinising the other girl from behind her glasses, “If I’m understanding you fully, you’re saying that you’d like to be –friends- with me. But only inside these four walls. Is that correct?”
Galinda nodded glumly. The fact that she still couldn’t meet Elphaba’s eyes told her that Galinda understood exactly how unreasonable her request was. Yet, there was still something irritatingly endearing about the little blonde. And could Elphaba blame her for any of what she was saying? Why, if she herself had been born in Galinda’s body, she probably wouldn’t want to be seen in public with the green girl either.
“Okay.”
Galinda raised her eyes at last. “What do you mean, ‘okay’?”
Elphaba shrugged. “Thanks for explaining. I appreciate your honesty.”
“You’re simply going to accept that?” Galinda asked incredulously, her eyes wide.
“Well, as you so kindly pointed out,” Elphaba said calmly, “Nobody else likes me. I may as well keep the only friend I’ve got, terms and conditions and all. Now,” she added, rummaging in her satchel and retrieving the long, wooden box, “Allow me to show you the item I was trying to give to you earlier.”
For a moment, Galinda still looked confused. But then her eyes fell on the box and grew even wider. She looked like one of those bug-eyed porcelain dolls her sister was so fond of, Elphaba thought.
“Is that what I think it is?” Galinda asked, her voice worryingly unsteady. Elphaba hoped her roommate wasn’t about to cry: having never experienced this ‘friendship’ thing before, she wasn’t at all confident in her ability to effectively deal with tears.
“I spoke to Madame Morrible before my Sorcery seminar this morning,” she explained, “She’s agreed to accept you onto the programme, provided you promise to work hard and do all that she asks of you.”
Galinda simply stared at her for a full three seconds. Then there was a tell-tale quiver of her bottom lip before her eyes filled with tears and then, with no more warning than that, she flung her arms around Elphaba’s neck and dived on top of her. Elphaba just managed to catch the edge of the desk with her hand to prevent the chair tipping over and sending them both flying backwards. She awkwardly patted the other girl’s back for a few seconds, wincing as several of Galinda’s tears dripped painfully onto her neck and then finally, with difficulty, managed to extract the sobbing blonde from her body.
Elphaba cleared her throat awkwardly as Galinda sniffled and brushed the remaining tears from her eyes. “Next class is on Thursday morning at nine thirty,” she said, as though she had not just experienced the most physical contact she’d had in a lot of years, “We’ll be practising colour-changing spells. You can read the corresponding chapter in my textbook. I don’t mind sharing until you’ve the time to get your own.”
She indicated the battered-up, second-hand volume on her desk, but Galinda was not paying attention. Instead, she had snatched up the wooden box and extracted the training wand it contained as carefully as one would had it been made of glass. After studying the thing in wonder for a few moments, her eyes flicked back to Elphaba.
“Thank you,” she breathed, staring at her roommate as though she was something wondrous.
“You’re welcome.” All this attention was making Elphaba decidedly uncomfortable. She hurriedly signed off the letter she’d been writing and slipped it into an envelope, preparing to make her escape from the situation.
Her satchel was slung over her shoulder and she was halfway to the door before Galinda called out to her.
“Elphaba?”
She turned warily. “Yes?”
“Now that we’re officially friends- can I call you Elphie?”
A/N: No omo. But plot is important too! It'll be back in subsequent chapters, so nobody panic ;)
Edited September 7, 2015 by MissVermilion
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A/N: Thank you for all the encouragement so far!
Elphaba groaned, her eyes opening as a loud Bang! pulled her back into consciousness. She’d been dreaming about Nessarose again. It had been another guilt-filled dream, no doubt connected with the current lack of time she was able to spend with her sister. Elphaba spent a half-awake few seconds contemplating this before a second Bang! roused her fully. Sitting up, she reached for her glasses and pushed them onto her nose in just enough time to witness a small, long object fly past her.
“Galinda? What in the name of Oz are you doing?”
Upon looking across the room and seeing that Galinda’s empty bed was smoking as though it had just been on fire, Elphaba leapt up. Her bladder protested as she did so: she hardly ever used the bathroom before sleeping and last night had been no exception. After laying a green hand on her abdomen for just a second, she looked to her roommate to see what all the commotion was about.
Galinda was standing beside her bed, which was still emitting copious amounts of smoke. Her arms were folded and her face red, her small shoulders heaving in abject frustration. Elphaba realised that the soaring object had been Galinda’s new training wand.
“For Oz’s sake, Galinda,” she said tersely, retrieving her own wand and setting about putting the damage straight. “You’ll set off the smoke detectors if you’re not careful.”
“It isn’t my fault!” Galinda protested, “My training wand’s broken. I’m sure it is.”
Well, it might be now, Elphaba thought. She found it difficult to believe that there had been anything wrong with Galinda's wand before it had been thrown across the room.
Their first joint sorcery lesson had taken place on Thursday morning and had been a frustrating affair for all involved. Galinda- though brimming with enthusiasm- had struggled to perform even the simplest spells. In an attempt to preserve her roommate's dignity, Elphaba had tried to feign similar difficulties, but Morrible had seen right through her. Some cynical comments from the Sorcery Mistress about how Elphaba may never meet the Wizard if she didn't try harder caused her to step up her game. She had performed outstandingly for the rest of the class and had felt rather proud of herself-- until, of course, she had noticed the look of envy and defeat on Galinda’s face.
Now she knew better than to query her roommate’s assertion that her wand was broken. Instead, she crossed the room and collected it from where it had landed, next to the half-open bathroom door. As she did so, Elphaba’s eyes flicked briefly to the bathroom itself as her bladder twinged. Yes, she would have to stop by there before she went back to bed.
Handing the wand back to her roommate, Elphaba looked her full in the eyes.
“You’ll get there,” she told her firmly. “Keep practicing and I promise it won’t be long before it comes naturally to you.”
Receiving no response, she turned purposefully in the direction of the bathroom. After taking just a few keen steps however, a soft whimpering not dissimilar to that of an injured puppy, began to make itself heard.
Elphaba turned glanced back. Galinda had her arms clasped around her torso as though for protection. Her head was bowed and she was crying softly. Elphaba felt her heart constrict and her breath hitch in her throat. She noticed for the first time that the front of Galinda’s nightgown was soaked and clinging to her skin. It was difficult to imagine a sorrier sight.
“Oh, Galinda,” she said quietly. And, though she wasn’t usually one to initiate physical contact, Elphaba could not help but go back and collect the smaller girl in her arms. Galinda fell into the embrace immediately. Her head came to rest on Elphaba’s chest and her hands pulled the other girl in tighter.
“I don’t know why this is happening to me,” she mumbled into the front of Elphaba’s nightgown. “I hadn’t wet myself for years before Shiz, and now it’s happening all the time. Momsie would be so disappointed.”
“Sshh,” Elphaba soothed, green fingers coming to rest at the base of a blonde, silky head. She was surprised at how naturally comforting Galinda felt to her- she supposed it must be due to years of acting as a mother of sorts to Nessarose. “I’m sure your mother would understand that you can’t help it.”
Easing them apart, she used one hand to retrieve her wand from the bedside table and the other to guide Galinda back towards her bed. She cleaned both the bedsheets and Galinda’s nightgown, each with a nimble flick of her wand. Then, after rearranging the sheets- which now gave the impression of being freshly laundered- Elphaba pulled them aside so that the blonde could climb into bed. Galinda lay down obediently but, as Elphaba began to move away, she sat up again.
“No- please don’t leave me,” she begged.
Elphaba felt a touch of annoyance at this. Her bladder was really protesting now and Galinda was acting much younger than her eighteen years. “Galinda, I’ll be less than ten feet away from you,” she pointed out logically, straining to keep her tone level.
Galinda’s face fell. “I know I’m being a baby,” she said, “But I don’t want to sleep on my own right now. I'm feeling alone tonight, that’s all.” She picked at the corner of her bedcover miserably.
Elphaba sighed. Why did she find it so difficult to say no to Galinda? “I’ll sit with you until you fall asleep,” she compromised.
She perched on the edge of the bed and Galinda's eyes lit up like a child's at Lurlinemas. It was all Elphaba could do not to roll her own. Though she supposed it was nice to be needed again now that Madame Morrible was taking care of Nessarose. Thinking of Nessa rekindled that squeeze of guilt in her gut- and this, coupled with her full bladder caused her to fidget a little. To suppress it, she crossed one leg carefully over the other.
“What are you thinking about?”
Elphaba looked down at Galinda. The blonde was eyeing her searchingly.
“My sister,” she admitted after a beat, “Things are different here.”
“You’re telling me,” Galinda said, nestling down in her bed, “Nobody ever warned me that university would be so isolating. I feel so alone nearly all the time.”
“Alone? You?” Elphaba had to repress a snort. “You’re followed around by that insipid group of girls wherever you go- and half of Shiz’s male population too. How could you possibly feel alone?”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me.” Elphaba’s mind was reeling. Her comprehension skills were among the best at Shiz, but she couldn’t understand this.
Galinda sighed. “It’s better to be alone that it is to feel alone,” she said, trying to explain and obviously struggling. “I could have all the friends in Oz and it wouldn’t make a difference. It’s worse to have a hundred friends who don't understand you or care about you than it is to have no friends at all.”
Frowning, Elphaba tried to process this. For a moment, she thought she understood: perhaps being constantly surrounded by people was not necessarily a good thing. But then Elphaba pictured Galinda as she often saw her in the hallways: laughing and smiling, surrounded by friends and admirers. It was ludicrous to think that not a single one of those people cared about the little blonde curled up beside her. There was so much in Galinda to feel affection for: it was impossible that nobody else could see that.
She turned, hoping to articulate her thoughts to Galinda. But the blonde’s eyes were closed and her breathing heavy. Elphaba smiled a little to herself. Her bladder throbbed and pulsed, demanding immediate relief. It was beginning to hurt now, but Elphaba stubbornly ignored it. It was becoming clear to her that there was a lot more to her roommate than she had initially realised. And Elphaba felt she needed a few moments more to think on this before she got up to take care of her imminent need. |
A short little Attack on Titan fanfic I've been planning for a while. Hope you enjoy.
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Torchlight flickered across the stone walls, its light hardly reaching the inside of the cell Eren Jaeger was currently locked in. Eren still didn't know exactly where he was, but he had surmised that it was some sort of dungeon. There were no windows, and the coolness of the air pointed to him being somewhere underground. He was alone, other than the two guards positioned outside the cell door. Captain Erwin and the soldier Erwin had called Levi had been gone for quite a while, leaving Eren alone to think things over.
He was tired of thinking in circles when he tried to figure out how he suddenly had the ability to turn into a titan. The times he had been inside the titan's body, steering and controlling it, were a confusing haze of events. He didn't remember anything from his first time as a titan. His second time had been a split-second decision, like a reflex. He wasn't sure how long it had actually lasted, but he didn't think it had been very long. Mikasa and Armin hadn't moved from inside the cage-like structure the titan's ribs had created by the time Eren had emerged. And Eren only vaguely remembered dropping that huge boulder in place to block the hole in the gate of Wall Rose as a titan. The irony. He thought bitterly. Turning into the very thing I swore to wipe out...
Exhausted, confused, and unable to distract himself any longer, Eren sat up. The chains attached to the manacles around his wrists clanked loudly as he moved. One of the guard glanced at him for a moment, then turned back around.
“Er...excuse me.” Eren spoke loudly, trying to get the attention of one of the guards. Neither of them turned around, but Eren knew they could hear him. “I have to pee.” Eren jiggled his leg slightly. He had been needing to go for quite some time now, but had been ignored the first time he had brought it up. Now, though, Eren was finding it increasingly difficult to deal with the pressure in his bladder. He had spotted a bucket on the floor hours ago, but it was placed in the corner of the room, beyond the reach of the chains keeping him restrained. The chains were just long enough that they technically allowed him to get out of bed (with one arm stretched awkwardly toward the opposite side of the bed). Definitely not long enough for him to reach the bucket. Eren cast a longing look toward the bucket and shoved his hands into his crotch, wanting to avoid making a mess of the clothes he was wearing and the bed he'd been stuck in. He cleared his throat loudly. One of the guards turned around, looking at him with irritation.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“I have to pee.” Eren repeated. The guard rolled his eyes.
“You're grown, aren't you? Just hold it.” the guard turned back around.
“But--”
“Shut it, you.” the other guard spoke, not looking at him.
“Please, if you'd just bring that bucket over here, I could...”
“You tryin' to tell us what to do?” the first guard, a man of average height with short, dirt-colored hair asked.
“No, sir, I just...” Eren fidgeted, “Please, it'll only take a minute...”
“Can you believe this crap?” the shorter guard spoke to the other. “Of course we'd be the one assigned to guard duty for this freak.”
“Monster needs to mind it's place.” the other guard said. He was quite tall, very muscular, and had his dark blonde hair tied back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. Eren sighed and stared down at his bare feet, anxiety building. His bladder was very full, since the last time he had emptied it had been before the battle in Trost had begun. How long ago was that? He wondered. And what happened? I hope everyone is okay... Eren knew that Armin and Mikasa were safe, at least. They had both been there when he had emerged after blocking the hole in the wall. They had been there when the Military Police had hauled him off as well. After the MP's had cuffed him, though, he didn't remember much.
A sharp throb from his bladder interrupted his thoughts. Eren fidgeted and grasped his dick through his pants, trying to keep from leaking. He squirmed. His bladder was nearing it's limit. Eren knew he wouldn't be able to hold it for much longer. He really wanted to avoid making a mess he'd have to sit in for who knew how long, but his bladder was actually beginning to hurt. Eren glanced up anxiously. He wished he could get into a different position, but of the options he had, sitting with his legs folded and his hands in his crotch was his best option. Laying on his back with his legs crossed had worked for a while, but he couldn't hold his crotch while he was laying down because of the restriction of the chains.
“Please,” he begged, “I really need to go.”
“Stop whining and shut up.” the guard with the ponytail barked. Eren quieted, rocking back and forth slightly. His movements caused small squeaks from the bed frame and rattling from the chains, but the guards paid him no attention.
“Come on, it'll only take a minute!” Eren said frantically. His bladder gave a violent spasm suddenly, causing Eren to leak into his underwear. He gasped in surprise and squeezed himself harder. He bit his lip and moaned, unbelievable desperate. Neither of them responded. Eren's gaze darted around as he tried to figure out a way out of his predicament. I can't hold it. Eren thought, squirming. There has to be something I can do... He shifted suddenly, sliding off the right side of the bed. He continued to grasp himself with his right hand, stretching his left arm out as the manacle tugged at his wrist. Standing caused the pressure in his bladder to increase, and he moaned quietly. Oh God...I'm going to piss myself... Eren squirmed and rubbed his thighs together, trying to undo his pants with one hand.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?” the shorter guard asked.
“Trying to piss.” Eren gritted his teeth and struggled with the waistband on his pants.
“On the floor?” the guard gave him a look of disgust.
“You guys having fun down here?” a female's voice drifted down the hall.
“Hardly.” the guard with the ponytail muttered.
“This asshole won't give us a break.” the shorter one said.
“Oh?” A short, thin girl walked into view. She wore a light gray collarless shirt under her jacket and had red hair that was in a short braid down the back of her neck. She turned to look at him. Eren froze, his legs crossed tightly and his right hand still fumbling with the waist band of his pants. She looked at him, puzzled. “What's going on?”
“Kid keeps bitching about needing to piss.” the guard with the ponytail said. The girl rolled her eyes.
“Seriously, Hans? And you two won't let him?” the girl glanced at Eren. “Sorry about these guys.” she punched Hans on the shoulder and held out her hand. “Give me the keys.” Hans rolled his eyes.
“Whatever, Lana.” Hans reached into his pocket. “If you wanna babysit that's your business.” he handed her the keyring. Eren squirmed in place.
“Please hurry...” he said quietly, still fidgeting. Lana unlocked the cell door and closed it behind her before she approached him.
“Yikes, that bad, huh?” she asked, looking at him sympathetically. Eren nodded, moving his hand from the waistband of his pants to his crotch again as several drops leaked out. He squirmed desperately. Lana reached toward his left wrist, quickly unlocking the manacle. Eren's hand darted to his crotch. “Here you go.” Lana stepped toward the corner of the room and slid the bucket toward him with her foot.
“Thank you.” Eren's voice was strained as he unbuttoned his pants. He uncrossed his legs and pulled himself from his underwear, aiming into the bucket. The moment his legs were uncrossed he had begun leaking, and he started urinating full-force as soon as he had aimed himself. Pee thundered into the bucket loudly, turning into a splashing sound as soon as the bottom of the bucket was full of pee. Eren relaxed as his bladder emptied, sighing with relief. As his bladder emptied he realized the girl was watching him. He glanced at her uncomfortably.
“Sorry.” she said. She shifted her gaze to the wall across from her, but still watched him out of the corner of her eye. “We're supposed to keep an eye on you at all times, especially if we have you unchained. That's why those idiots are supposed to be the ones to do this.” Eren nodded and glanced down at the bucket. It was nearly half full when his stream began to slow. He sighed as the last bit of pee left his bladder, relieved. Eren shook himself off and tucked himself back into his underwear. He zipped and buttoned his pants, then sat down on the bed.
“Thank you.” Eren said, looking at her gratefully.
“Mmhm.” Lana took his left wrist and cuffed him again. “Sorry about those idiots.” She smiled at him briefly before exiting the cell and locking the door behind him. “Seriously you two, he's a prisoner and all but come on. Don't treat him like he's less than an animal.” she tossed Hans the keys.
“He is less than an animal.” the shorter guard said. “He's a damn titan.”
“He isn't right now. So shove it and stop acting like assholes.”
Eren listened to them argue for a while, until the guard called Hans left, leaving Lana to take up his post. Eren laid down on the bed and closed his eyes, too exhausted to think any longer. He'd mull everything over again after he got some rest. |
I've been in a writing mood since the semester finished. I took this idea from the request thread. Hope you like it!
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Aubrey grinned when she saw Jarrod's car pull into her driveway. It was their sixth date, and it marked the first time she'd agreed to let him drive her, rather than just meeting him at the restaurant. Meeting people online, you know; you can't be too careful!
Jarrod shifted nervously in the driver's seat as he put the car in park. He was pleased with how the relationship was going so far, but he didn't want to seem too eager. Play it cool and all that. Still, He thought Aubrey was gorgeous, witty, and so much fun to be around, and he found himself hoping they could be one of those dating site success stories you see on the TV commercials.
Jarrod straightened his jacket as he stepped out of the car. Since Aubrey had complimented his sense of style on their second date, he'd taken special care in choosing his outfits. Since he was taking her to the nicest restaurant in the county, he picked a classic black suit, accessorized with a dark green tie (to match Aubrey's eyes, though he wouldn't tell her that). As he stood, however, he felt gravity pull on the contents of his bladder. He'd been held late at work and rushed to get ready in time. Foolishly, he realized, he hadn't gone to the bathroom before driving to Aubrey's house. Jarrod grimmaced slightly, but made his way to Aubrey's front step.
Aubrey inhaled and shook her hair before smiling wide and opening door.
"Hey!" she trilled, reaching in for a hug.
Jarrod beamed, his round, boyish face lighting up at the sight of her. Aubrey looked stunning in a deep red bandage dress. There's no way I deserve someone this hot, he thought to himself.
To tell the truth, Aubrey herself was surprised at how much she enjoyed being around Jarrod. He was somewhat shy, and far quieter than the men she usually dated. She'd been hesitant to try online dating - she was only 24! - but when she moved to a new town for her job, she'd struggled to meet guys spontaneously. Jarrod's online profile had mentioned Aubrey's favorite band, so she'd sent him a message. Now, one month and five dates later, she'd discovered that Jarrod was thoughtful, intelligent, and unfailingly sweet. Sure, she did most of the talking and he had a tendency to blush at the slightest tease, but Aubrey liked him and was eager to see the relationship progress. In fact, she'd decided that tonight was the night to bring up the whole idea of a relationship - make it official.
Jarrod walked Aubrey to the car and opened her door for her. As he he shut the door behind her, he quickly clenched his thigh muscles, annoyed at the twinges coming from his bladder. It made him blush just thinking about having to ask directions to the restroom in front of Aubrey, but the alternative was far worse.
At the restaurant, Jarrod handed his keys off to the valet, trying to act like this was something he was used to. He offered his arm to Aubrey, who grinned at the gallant gesture. Inside the restaurant, Jarrod gave his name to the maitre'd, who assured them their table was ready. The waitress, a crisp-looking middle-aged woman named Sharon, led them to the corner of the restaurant, softly lit by candles. Jarrod pulled out Aubrey's chair, then, embarrassed, turned to the waitress.
"Can you please point me toward the restrooms?" he asked softly, half hoping that Aubrey wouldn't hear.
Sharon tilted her head apologetically. "I'm so sorry, sir, but the men's restroom is out of order. We've made an arrangement with the club next door in the meantime; you're welcome to use their facilities."
Jarrod paled at the thought of pushing his way through a strobe-lit crush of bodies. "Never mind," he muttered, sliding into his seat. He'd be fine. Dinner wouldn't last that long, and the movie theater would certainly have functioning bathrooms. Jarrod pressed his thighs together under the table and sighed.
Aubrey, thankfully, was too entranced with the extensive wine list to notice Jarrod's state. "These pino grigios look fantastic!" she exclaimed. "I don't know which to pick!"
Aubrey's enthusiasm took Jarrod's mind off his still-filling bladder; she was so beautiful when she got excited. "I guess you'll have to try more than one," he told her.
Aubrey looked up and flashed a luminous smile. "Trying to get me drunk, Mr. Alton? My goodness, what's a lady to think?"
Jarrod blushed and looked down at his plate. "You know you can get whatever you want," he murmured.
Aubrey shook her head and smiled. "You're sweet. And you are far too easy to tease. What do you do in situations that are, I don't know, actually embarrassing?"
Jarrod forced a laugh, hoping his face wasn't as red as it felt. To him, having to actively hold back his urine while sitting across from a gorgeous girl was "actually embarrassing." He subtly rubbed his thighs together and changed the subject, asking Aubrey what she thought she was going to order.
Sharon the waitress returned, and Aubrey gleefully ordered a glass of pino grigio and an appetizer of steak carpaccio. Jarrod cringed at the thought of multiple courses.
"I'll stick with water," he demurred when Sharon turned to him, reluctant to add any alcohol to his system. "And do you mind if we order our entrees..."
"You're not getting a drink?" Aubrey interrupted, laughing. "You're making me look like a lush! Come on, dude, you can't neglect this fabulous wine list. Look, they have a '92 malbec!"
Jarrod was too flattered that she remembered his favorite wine to argue. "I hadn't seen the malbec. Of course, I'll have a glass of that, please."
Aubrey beamed, pleased that he'd taken her suggestion. "That's better! You're going to have fun tonight. I'll make sure of it."
Jarrod couldn't help but smile at the breathtaking woman sitting across from him. Aubrey's boundless optimism made him feel like everything would work out. He'd be able to hold it through dinner, and Aubrey would be none the wiser to his desperation.
Sharon brought their wine and a basket of rolls with reasonable speed. Jarrod took this as a good sign. They'd finish dinner quickly, and he'd be fine.
"Cheers!" Aubrey smiled, raising her glass. "Drink up!"
Jarrod clinked his wine glass against Aubrey's, took a tiny sip, and immediately regretted it. It was as if those few drops of wine appeared directly in his bladder. He twitched slightly, reflexively squeezing his knees together, thankful for the relative darkness of their corner table.
As they waited for their food, Aubrey kept up her traditional stream of chatter, telling Jarrod stories from work and relaying the latest local gossip. Jarrod smiled and nodded along, enjoying the sound of her voice and infectious enthusiasm.
Then Sharon arrived with the appetizer, breaking Jarrod's pleasant reverie. The interruption startled Jarrod, and as he sat upright, he felt the smallest bit of urine slip from his body. Jarrod gasped softly, urgently pressing his legs together. Aubrey, who'd turned to see Sharon approaching, didn't notice. Jarrod mentally cursed himself. He couldn't allow any more lapses of control and would have to be more disciplined until they got to the theater.
Jarrod ate the few bites of carpaccio that Aubrey offered him, only half-listening to her stories. He slowly crossed his legs under the table, thinking of ways to casually speed up the meal. Fortunately, Sharon brought their entrees a short time later. By that point, Jarrod was consistently clenching his thighs, but he was still sure he could make it through dinner.
As Jarrod did his best to look casual, Aubrey remained oblivious. She was unused to fancy meals and was enjoying every bite of food, unaware that her date's muscles remained tightly coiled under the table cloth and not for reasons that usually indicated the date was going well!
The fancy meal worked in Jarrod's favor, as Aubrey all but wolfed down her food. Sharon smiled as she approached the table, asking if they enjoyed their meals. Jarrod tried to smile and nodded slightly, but Aubrey practically squealed with joy.
"It was delicious! I ate every bite!" she laughed.
Sharon looked amused. "Is there any room for dessert, then?"
Jarrod started to shake his head. He'd already placed his napkin back on the table, ready with some excuse about traffic on the way to the theater or the popularity of the movie, but Aubrey spoke over him "We'd love some!"
Jarrod gasped quietly as Sharon started reading the dessert specials. He felt another quick stream of urine slip from his bladder and involuntarily grasped at his crotch. He tried desperately to relax his upper body as he gripped tightly below the table, trying to regain control.
Aubrey turned her attention back from the waitress, blind to Jarrod's anguish. "Doesn't that sound delicious?" she was saying.
Jarrod was grateful for her apparent oblivion. He had no idea what she'd ordered, but he nodded ardently. "Sounds great!" he gulped, but nothing sounded great. His last lost of control was unnerving, and he was still shaking. He'd managed to ignore his need throughout dinner, but the combination of food and the small amount of wine he'd drunk had pushed him to the brink of collapse. He couldn't bring himself to release his grip on his dick, and he couldn't imagine how he was going to get out of this situation.
Sharon brought the dessert, some sort of elaborate berry concoction, within minutes, but Jarrod's control remained tenuous. Aubrey joyfully dug into the dessert before holding out a spoonful to Jarrod. "You have to try some!"
Jarrod smiled tightly and shook his head. "I-I'm too full from dinner," he managed to choke out. "It's all you."
Aubrey grinned. "Letting me have all the dessert - I knew I liked you!"
Jarrod couldn't even enjoy the compliment. He was now peeing a thin but consistent stream, even through the grip of his hand. He felt his boxers dampen, and his whole body shuddered with terror. By the time Aubrey finished the dessert, Jarrod had a sizable wet patch in his lap. His breaths were shallow and nervous; his bladder still felt painfully full.
Meanwhile, Aubrey sighed with contentment. "Mmmmm! That was ridiculously good. I'm so full, but you know I'll probably still get popcorn at the theater. What do you think, Jar, you ready for the movie?" She slipped reached her foot under the table and lightly tapped Jarrod's calf.
Jarrod jumped at the unexpected contact, and Aubrey giggled at his seemingly uptight manner. What she didn't see was that, as soon as Jarrod started in his seat, he began wetting forcefully in his seat. Jarrod's face flamed with humiliation as urine gushed through his pants and into the cushion of the chair. Jarrod felt uncomfortably warm, and sound seemed muffled. He hung his head dejectedly as he felt the stream of piss slow.
Aubrey watched in confusion. Maybe she'd crossed a line by brushing her foot against his leg under the table, but his reaction struck her as extreme. even for him. "Jar?" she asked softly, barely nodding at the waitress, who had just set down the check.
Jarrod couldn't bring himself to look up. His face was redder than it had ever been, and he felt tears sting his eyes. He wasn't just mortified at his accident; he knew this was the end of his chance with Aubrey. And would the restaurant charge him for ruining the chair? He'd have to clean his car after driving home. God, was this suit dry-clean only? How would he explain that to the cleaners?
While Jarrod was lost in his thoughts, Aubrey grew increasingly concerned. "Jarrod, say something," pleaded. "What's going on?"
When he still didn't respond, Aubrey grabbed her chair and slid over next to him. Jarrod cringed and turned away, almost imperceptibly. Aubrey reached for him, gently laying her hand on his shoulder. "Is it something I did? Are you sick? Jarrod, what can I do to help?"
If he'd been thinking properly, Jarrod would have savored what he thought were these last few moments of affection from Aubrey, but he was too mortified to say anything.
Aubrey grew increasingly troubled. To say something was wrong seemed like an understatement. What could have gone wrong to render Jarrod so unresponsive? She gazed at his profile, looked down at his nearly-empty plate...and then her gaze was drawn downward, as the flickering candlelight glinted off something in his lap. Jarrod kept his head turned away from her, but Aubrey stared down at Jarrod's crotch. Was it...wet? She glanced quickly at his empty wine glass and full water goblet. He hadn't spilled anything, and it looked like an awful lot of liquid...
Aubrey straightened slightly as a potential explanation dawned on her. "Jarrod?" she started softly. How do you ask a 26-year-old man if he just peed in his pants? "Jarrod, did you...honey, did you have an accident?"
Jarrod swallowed painfully. This was it. Humiliated, sitting in a puddle of his own cooling urine - what shameful way to end a promising relationship.
"I-I'm sorry," he whispered. He wasn't sure he could say any more without crying.
Aubrey's chest felt warm. She wasn't disgusted; on the contrary, she felt a flood of tenderness toward her shy, soft-spoken date. Jarrod had been so pleased to have gotten a reservation at this place, and she knew he'd dressed especially nice for her. She felt a keen sense of sympathy, knowing that he wasn't the type of person to laugh off something like this.
"OK," Aubrey declared, sitting up in her chair. "It's OK. We'll just get you home and cleaned up. No big deal."
Her words were enough to jerk Jarrod out of his ashamed haze. He looked incredulously at the woman next to him.
Aubrey was still talking, describing her plan. "You don't have to get up until the check is taken care of. The valet service has an app; we can text them to have the car ready when we walk out. Your pants are dark, no one will see!" Aubrey tried to bring a sense of control and nonchalance to the situation, sounding much more confident than she felt.
Jarrod's lower lip trembled. He'd been so sure Aubrey would laugh at him, or storm out in revulsion. He was oddly glad that Aubrey had a plan, because he still couldn't bring himself to see a way out.
"I'm..." Jarrod's soft voice caught slightly. "I'm so wet," he murmured apologetically.
"It's fine," Aubrey replied, just as quietly. "You can use the napkin to get some of the...excess..." God, there really was no un-emasculating way to tell a man to sop up urine from his lap, was there?
Jarrod numbly reached for his napkin. Audrey saw the waitress approaching and reached for her purse. This small gesture startled Jarrod, who gently stopped her with his dry hand. Still blushing, he silently shook his head and pulled his thankfully-dry wallet out of his pocket. He may have just committed the most humiliating act possible in front of his date, but he was still a gentleman. He pulled out enough cash to cover a generous tip and placed it in the check folder.
Sharon didn't seem to notice anything wrong as she smilingly picked up the money. "Keep the change," Jarrod told her, trying to keep his voice from shaking. He still had one hand under the table, blotting at the urine on his pants with his napkin.
Once Sharon was gone, Aubrey again looked toward Jarrod. "OK?" she whispered. Jarrod nodded, still unable to meet her eye. "Good. I'll text the valet."
In another minute, without saying a word, Aubrey placed her hand under Jarrod's elbow and guided him to his feet. As he turned, Aubrey glimpsed down at the back of his pants. The wetness was substantial, but she doubted anyone would notice in the relatively dark restaurant. Still, she positioned herself slightly behind him in an effort to protect him from prying eyes.
Jarrod walked quickly, with Aubrey nudging him lightly from behind. The urine was cold and chafing on his pants, and he was sure people would be able to smell him. He barely registered Aubrey's caring, protective touch.
Outside, Aubrey was prepared for the valet. She slipped him a tip and grabbed the keys, placing them into Jarrod's hands. Jarrod moved automatically to the driver's side and slid behind the wheel. In the privacy of the car, Aubrey softly touched his arm.
"Are you OK to drive?" she asked. Jarrod had barely said a word since his accident, and she was mildly concerned about his state of mind.
Jarrod swung his head from side to side, trying to shake off the fog of mortification. "Yeah. Yes." He had no pretensions of recovering any dignity, but he would rather drive Aubrey home first.
Aubrey didn't dare say anything else on the drive back to her house. She was too busy trying to think up what to say when he dropped her off. Obviously, the 'define-the-relationship' talk would come off as disingenuous after Jarrod's accident, but she wanted to let him know that it didn't bother her. In fact, she found his vulnerability oddly attractive, though she'd never say that to him (at least not tonight).
All too quickly, Jarrod pulled into Aubrey's driveway. He kept his head down as he parked the car; he felt rude not walking her to her door, but he couldn't bear getting out of the car in his cold, urine-soaked pants.
Aubrey paused before opening the car door. She decided to go for a straightforward approach.
"OK, look," she began. "I think it's safe to say that tonight didn't go the way either of us wanted it to."
Jarrod snorted in derision. Here it comes, he thought.
"But, believe me, I've had far worse dates," Aubrey continued. For the first time, Jarrod looked at her, stunned at what he was hearing. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry this happened to you," Aubrey was saying emphatically. "I wish it hadn't, but just for your sake, not for mine. I genuinely enjoy spending time with you, and, if you're OK with it, I'd like to keep doing just that."
"But..." Jarrod could barely form coherent thoughts. She wasn't rejecting him? "But I..."
"You wet your pants," Aubrey interrupted drolly. "You had an accident. I'm not going to try to comfort you with shitty platitudes like 'it happens,' because, let's be honest, it kind of doesn't, but I don't care. I like you, Jarrod. I like you. And I want to see you again. I want you to go home, put on clean clothes, do whatever you need to do to make yourself feel better, and then call me up whenever you're ready and ask me on another date. Because I'm going to say yes."
Jarrod was utterly bemused. None of this made sense: he'd peed on himself in the most expensive restaurant in town, in front of a beautiful, incredible girl, and now he was sitting in her driveway in still-wet pants, listening to said beautiful, incredible girl say she wants to see him again?
"Jarrod!" Aubrey was smiling now, snapping her fingers in front of his eyes. "Do we have a deal? You'll call me"
"Yes! Um, of course," Jarrod stammered.
Aubrey grinned, much like she had when Jarrod had pulled up at the start of the night. "Good," she chirped. She leaned over, kissed him on the cheek, and bounced out of the car, as if everything had gone to plan.
Jarrod couldn't think straight. He still couldn't comprehend the totality of the night's events. As he sat in distracted silence, he suddenly felt his lap growing warm. His over-taxed bladder was releasing again on it's own accord, re-wetting his pants and the seat of his car, but Jarrod had no more energy for shame. He may be having an accident for the second time in an hour, but he'd do just what Aubrey said: go home, get cleaned up, and then call her to ask her out again. |
Foreword: Hey! Remember my Halloween story when I said "Oh yeah, I'll totally use these characters again for a Christmas story that hopefully won't be late."?
Well, I wasn't making empty promises. Here's a Christmas story with those characters that is totally not late!
Marisa let out heavy pants as she squeezed her legs together and tossed around on her bed.
“Stupid pervert! This is all his fault… ahh… but it feel so good!”
Crossing her legs and rolling over again, Marisa squeezed her eyes shut.
“My bladder’s so full, I can’t hold it!”
Marisa leapt off the bed and rushed to her bathroom, tearing off her pajama pants and peeing forcefully into the toilet bowl.
“Ha…. Ha…. So… so good…”
The young girl found her fingers exploring her crotch even after she no longer needed them for holding it to keep in her pent up flood.
Marisa was afraid of what she was turning into.
It had all started on Halloween when she wet herself Trick-or-Treating. Even though she was embarrassed when she wet herself, she had never once experienced such blissful relief.
So, not too long after, she began experimenting.
At first she convinced herself she was just trying to strengthen her bladder so she would never wet herself like that again, but soon she grew excited at the prospect of holding, and it made her feel good in a way she never had.
She was a young girl, but she was old enough where puberty wasn’t uncommon. Just as she was awakening a new interest, she was also beginning to awaken sexually.
All of this had led her to where she was now. That was, masturbating on a toilet after holding it in for hours and nearly peeing herself.
Once she finished up, she stood up, flushed the toilet, and looked at herself in the mirror. She glared at her pajama-clad form and gave herself a stern frown. She poked the mirror with a still-wet finger and placed her hands on her hips.
“You are not turning into a pervert, and you are DEFINITELY not thinking about your best friend’s older brother when you do stuff like that!”
She sighed and washed her hands before wiping off the sticky fingerprint and heading back to bed.
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It seemed so childish to like Christmas; to enjoy the twinkling lights that decorated houses, to smile at the sight of a Christmas adorned with colorful bulbs, to hum carols to himself as he walked down the snow-dusted sidewalks of the city. And yet, despite how childish it seemed, Mataro would readily admit that Christmas was one of his favorites.
Even as Mataro walked down the overcrowded city sidewalks with his sister hiked up onto his back after a day of fruitless shopping for gifts, he hummed “Jingle Bells” to himself.
As the big bright sign labeled “West City Central Shopping Mall” and the large, multistory shopping center it was associated with, came into view, Mataro smiled.
“There’s the mall, think you could find something in there?”
Aka nodded, rubbing her eye sleepily. Presumably she had begun to nod off, “Yeah!”
As they entered the large shopping area, Mataro couldn’t help but gaze in awe at the simply gigantic Christmas tree that decorated the center of the mall. At its base was a man dressed up like old St. Nick smiling and waving to kids and parents, and the whole of the mall was decorated with golden tinsel and multicolored lights.
Mataro lowered his back so Aka could climb off and look around. He followed her closely and made sure to keep an eye on her as she bounded around the mall in search of suitable presents for her friends.
“Ooohhh! This would be perfect for Sam!”
To the second floor.
“Ah, it’s so cute! Lilly would love it!”
Back down to the first.
“I could get this for Mom!”
All the way up to the fifth floor.
“Dad said he needed one of these… I just hope he’s coming home for Christmas…”
Then down, one floor at a time, until they were back to the first floor.
“Hmmm….”
Aka looked around with a slightly concerned expression on her face, “I don’t know what to get Marisa…”
Mataro shrugged, “Well, what does she like?”
“Umm…” Aka frowned, “I’m not quite sure. She likes flowers, I think… but I don’t want to actually get her flowers…”
“Maybe we can find a flower hairpin or something?”
Aka’s eyes lit up, “Good idea! Thanks, brother!”
The two made their way into one of the jewelry shops to look for a hairpin with flowers on it.
“Hm… let’s see, is there anything like that in here?” Aka looked around, hopping from foot to foot as she did so.
Mataro, noticing this, decided to call it to attention, “Aka, I know you want to find Marisa a present, but if you have to go, maybe we should-”
“Aha!” Aka smiled, pointing to a nice looking flower-shaped hairpin, “It’s perfect, but… aww….”
Made from silver and with a golden topaz embedded in the center, the price was way out of Aka’s range.
Aka now had a hand jammed between her legs as she looked up at Mataro.
In truth, not even Mataro could afford it without sacrificing his wallet completely. He’d have very little to spend on anyone else.
“Come on, let’s go to the bathroom, then we can look for something in our price range.”
As they turned to put the hairpin back and leave, Aka visibly disappointed, a man wearing a black hoodie walked in, then pulled out a hand gun and pointed around the store.
“Nobody fuckin’ move!”
The man was wearing a mask and gloves, so no one would be able to identify him.
Mataro tucked Aka protectively underneath his arm and glared at the hooded man.
The man with the gun turned his attention to the cashier.
“Hold your hands up, you ain’t gonna be pushin’ no silent alarms, got it!?”
The woman behind the counter held her hands up high and stumbled backwards up against the wall of the shop.
An audible hissing noise made its way through the shop, and the patter of liquid on the carpet of the shop made the robber look down.
“Heh, that’s fucking nasty, lady. When you’re done wetting yourself, give me all the damned jewelry you have in that cabinet.”
Aka whimpered into Mataro’s side as she squirmed. The sound probably amplified her own desperation, not to mention she was probably just as scared.
The sound made the robber whirl around.
“Who the fuck was that!?”
Aka whimpered again and Mataro found himself staring down the wrong end of the pistol’s barrel.
“Aw, isn’t that cute, she your sister or somethin’?”
Mataro glared silently at the man with the gun.
The man, in response, held the gun off and let off a shot, causing everyone in the shop to flinch and lower their heads.
“I asked you a goddamn question, didn’t I?”
“Y-yes… she’s my sister…” Mataro answered hesitantly.
“Well then, how ‘bout we play a game,” The man smirked, “Ms. Pissy-pants here unlocks the cabinet, you bag the jewelry, I walk away with the loot, or…”
He pointed the gun at Aka, making her clamp her eyes shut and begin tearing up in fear.
“She doesn’t walk away.”
Mataro nodded.
“A-alright, I’ll do it…”
The lady behind the counter pulled a key from underneath the desk and began unlocking the cabinets one by one.
“Well, get the fuck over here and bag my ‘grocceries’ already!” The man held out a large canvas bag.
Mataro frowned. He had to get the gun off of his sister.
“Alright,” Mataro approached the man, slowly but noticeably reaching his hand into his jacket pocket.
The gun shifted from Aka to Mataro himself as the robber yelled, “Hell no, no funny business, alright!?”
Mataro charged the robber, reaching out for his gun arm. This was it.
Down was safest. This was the ground floor.
Mataro grabbed the robber’s arm and twisted it downwards as the robber reflexively let off a shot. Searing pain grazed Mataro’s leg, but otherwise the bullet mostly missed, embedding itself into the concrete below.
As Mataro continued to twist, he knocked the gun out of the robber’s hand and kicked it away, out of the reach of anyone nearby.
“The hell are you tryin’ to do, you fuckin’ kid!?”
Mataro was slammed roughly into the nearby wall, knocking the wind out of him. As he leaned forwards to catch his breath, he felt the robber strike him in the back of the neck. As much as he tried to keep his eyes open, Mataro couldn’t stop his world from fading to black.
“He’ll kill her.”
….
“He’ll shoot her in the goddamn head and it’ll be because of you, you shitty excuse for an older brother!”
….
“You’re weak! You’ve always been weak! You like to think to yourself as a hero, but really you’re just a cocky weakling!”
…. No …
“Huh? Did you fuckin’ say something?”
The robber was on his way over to retrieve his firearm when Mataro’s hand clamped tightly around his ankle.
“I said no.”
In Mataro’s mind, it felt like something had snapped.
He dragged himself up and smirked.
The robber’s face changed from one of anger to one of horror.
“W-what the hell are you… what’s… s-stay away from me, you monster!”
His eyes seemed not focused on Mataro, but rather, something unseen behind him.
Perhaps he was already mentally unhinged, and Mataro pushed him over the edge.
Perhaps the stress of the situation was causing hallucinations.
One thing was for sure, he wanted to get out as soon as possible.
“H-help me!”
As the man ran out of the shop, a swarm of policemen circled him and aimed their own guns at him.
Mataro smiled at the lady behind the counter. She had pressed the silent alarm after all.
As the adrenaline wore off, Mataro collapsed to the floor once again and slept.
***
“Mom! Brother’s waking up!”
Mataro opened his eyes to find he was in a hospital bed.
Mataro looked up to see his raven-haired mother looking down at him with a relieved expression on her face.
“W-what time is it? How long was I asleep?”
“About three hours,” his mother replied, “I’m just glad you’re okay! I heard what you did, you’re a hero!”
Mataro smiled.
The next thing he knew, his mother had flicked him harshly on the forehead.
“Oow!”
“Is that what you thought I’d say? Seriously!? Could you have been more reckless?”
“I… uh…”
“But you did protect your little sister, and you did stop a robbery. I am proud of you, Mataro.”
Aka nodded and smiled, “Brother, look!”
The hairpin Aka had wanted to get for Marisa was sitting in his younger sister’s small hands.
“The lady at the shop saw you holding it, so she said you could have it as a reward.”
Mataro smiled, “That’s great, and you’ll have presents for all your friends!”
Aka nodded, “Yep!”
“You’re pretty much fine, so we can take you home whenever,” their mother informed him, “Let’s go home, shall we?”
Mataro nodded, and they all made their way home.
***
“And then he stood back up and something incredible happened. He summoned an incredible, invisible ghost that only the robber could see. I could see it too, of course. In fact, the robber was so terrified of it that he ran out of the store without taking a single diamond!”
Aka, dressed in a red long-sleeve shirt, white pants, and fake reindeer antlers, smiled as she recounted her tale to her friends. They were all gathered around the decorated tree in Aka’s living room with empty cups of hot chocolate and plates that once held cookies. It wasn’t quite Christmas yet, but they would be busy doing stuff with family on Christmas day and wanted to get together beforehand.
Lilly, wearing a simple yet warm looking white sweater and brown pants, beamed at her friend, “W-wow… that’s incredible.”
Sam, dressed in a blue long-sleeve shirt and a hooded jacket, as well as a grey skirt and long white socks, pouted playfully, “I wish my big bro was that cool! Instead he’s just a NEET.”
“A Neat?” Lilly asked.
Sam nodded, eager to show off her knowledge, “It means Not in Employment, Education, or Training!”
“But doesn’t your brother go to the same high school as my brother?” Aka asked.
Sam laughed, “Sure, physically, but mentally he’s got his head in the clouds.”
Marisa, who was wearing a long-sleeved red dress with fluffy white trim and a very traditional looking Santa hat had enjoyed the story, as embellished as it was. Yet there was one part of it that made her curious. One part that, in her mind, had not yet come to it’s conclusion.
“S-so, what happened to you after that?”
“Hmm? What do you mean?”
“I mean, you said you needed to… ummm….”
Marisa blushed.
“Oh…” Aka blushed as well, “Well, I was kinda just so worried that I forgot I had to go at all, but then when the ambulance came and they told me to ride with them, I remembered. I just couldn’t hold it until I got to the hospital, and I wound up wetting myself.”
Marisa tried to hide a smile, “T-that must’ve been embarrassing.”
“Alright girls,” Aka’s mother poked her head into the living room, “It’s getting late, your parents will be coming over to pick you up soon. If you want to exchange gifts, you better do it now.”
They all nodded, and one by one they gave each other their presents.
“Thanks , Marisa!”
“Thank you for the gift, Lilly!”
“T-thank you, S-sam…”
“Alright!” Aka beamed, “now it’s my turn!”
Aka grabbed a green present with a red ribbon and handed it to Lilly.
Lilly opened it up and smiled when she removed a plush of a brown cat with tiger stripes.
“It’s so cute! I love it! Thank you so much!”
Lilly then handed a blue and white striped present to Sam.
Tearing it open with much enthusiasm, Sam was elated to find it was a volume of one of her favorite manga.
“I didn’t have this one! I had volume 1 and volume 3 but I could never find volume 2 Thanks Aka!”
Lilly then smiled and handed a small white box to Marisa. This box was the only one with a tag.
“From... Aka and Ma-Mataro!?!?” Marisa read aloud in exclamation.
Aka nodded, “This is what we were getting when we were in the shop. If it weren’t for Mataro, I wouldn’t have been able to get it for you.”
Marisa opened up be box, red as a beet, and nearly fell over when she saw the present they had gotten her.
“It’s… beautiful…”
He got it for you.
Mataro got you jewelry.
He… he… Wait, what am I thinking!? This is Aka’s present for me, not the pervert’s!
“T-thank you so much, Aka!” Marisa smiled, throwing her arms around her friend.
***
“Ha…. ha… this… again…. really?”
Marisa was sitting on her bed, bouncing up and down on her knees with one hand jammed between her legs. Because of her festivities, she still had on a fluffy red-and-white Santa hat and a pair of red panties. The rest of her clothes from the night had been cast aside.
“Ah… I’m so glad I decided not to hold it at the party, if I had gotten that present from him, I would’ve wet myself right there…”
Marisa glanced over happily at the silver flower hairpin she had gotten from her friend.
“A-ahh… I have to go now!”
Marisa, hit with an intense wave of desperation, shot up from her bed and bolted half-naked across the hallway.
As she reached the bathroom door however, the wave seemed to subside and she clenched herself tightly.
“No… no… I can hold it a bit longer!”
Marisa nodded and slowly pulled herself away from the bathroom. She made it back into her bedroom and sat on her knees once more, this time adjusting herself so she was sitting on her heel.
“Hmmmm…. Pee… peee… I have to peee…”
Scissoring her thighs open and closed as she squirmed on her bed, Marisa looked down at her half-naked form and noticed the visible bladder bulge she was sporting.
Looking at it made Marisa’s hold falter, and she shot up again.
This time, she stopped herself well before she reached the bathroom, only one thirds of the way down the hall when she jammed her hands into her crotch, danced around desperately, and wobbled her way back to her bedroom.
“AAAaahhhhh!” she moaned as she tried to find a comfortable position to continue her hold. She was getting to the point that every position put unimaginable pressure on her bladder, and she felt as though she’d wet herself any second either way.
Then she saw it. She had a small wooden chair in her bedroom that had slightly rounded but mostly square corner. She pulled the chair out and sat down on it, pressing her crotch against one of the corners to help her hold it.
“A-ahh… that helped a bit, but I have to pee so bad!”
As she tried to hold it, she could feel her fingers dance across her privates, sending tingles straight through her. Even though she was on the verge of wetting herself, she still couldn’t stop herself from rubbing herself a bit.
“So…. So good…. Ah…”
A spurt escaped into Marisa’s red panties and she stopped in her tracks. She pressed her crotch against the corner of the chair as far as it could go and wriggled around desperately until she was confident she was back under control.
She glanced at the clock. It was only 11. She hadn’t even been holding it for three hours, yet she was almost at her limit.
“Ha…. ha… I wasn’t going to pee until midnight, but I don’t think I can hold out that long…”
Even though she was back under control, she could feel that she had reached her absolute limit. If she held on any longer she doubted she’d be able to make it to the bathrooms before soaking her panties and the floor below her.
“Ha… ha… bathroom… I need to pee!”
She bolted once again to the bathroom and this time entered the room, catching glimpse of the porcelain bowl that would provide her with much needed relief.
She turned around and closed the door before squirming around with her hands jammed between her trembling legs.
“Maybe I can hold out a bit longer… I’m already in the bathroom…”
Marisa continued to squirm and pee-dance in place with her hands jammed against her crotch, nothing keeping her from the toilet but her own desire and resolve.
“I can hold it! I can hold it! I can hold it, I can-”
Another short spurt escaped, putting an end to all pretense.
“I’m at my limit, I can’t hold on any longer!”
Marisa, not even having enough time to pull her panties down, moved the fabric out of the way and sat on the toilet quickly, just as another spurt escaped.
Once she sat down, the floodgates were opened, and a loud hissing stream of golden liquid gushed out of Marisa’s aching pee-hole.
Marisa sighed in heavenly relief as she leaned back and let her bladder empty itself. Even after she had finished, she sat there, still and motionless on the toilet as she basked in the residual relief. Somewhere in there she was pretty sure she had reached climax without so much as touching herself.
After she flushed, she stood up, pulled her still damp panties back up, and splashed cold water on her face.
“Marisa, something’s wrong with you…”
As she headed into her bedroom, her own words hung on her tongue and she rolled them over in her head a few times.
She looked over at the hairpin she had gotten earlier and sighed contently.
Maybe there was something wrong with her, but that was just fine for now.
Woah! That serious bit in the middle there... I thought these characters were exclusive Holiday-fiction only characters that I don't write about anywhere else... That can't possibly be foreshadowing something of the contrary, right?
Right!? |
I'm posting this one early so I don't forget, Merry Christmas to everyone that it applies to, and happy holidays for the rest!----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I normally would post this with my short stories, but I decided to post it here because of its significance.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Emily's Christmas AdventureWaking up to light flickering into her room, Emily squinted, seeing shadows pass by her window. She closed her eyes, trying to get some more sleep."It's snowing!" Lilly yelled in delight, hopping out of bed. "And on Christmas as well! This never happens!""That's hail, sis, now let me sleep a little longer." Emily, Lilly's older sister, was lying in bed with a pillow now over her ears."No, it's really snow, now wake up!" Lilly shouted energetically, shaking her older sister."Just a few minutes longer, you kept me awake all last night wondering what presents you got today.""I almost forgot! Presents!" Lilly shook Emily again, this time with more vigor."Okay, okay, I'm getting up! Just stop shaking me!" Emily shouted back, rolling out of bed.Lissa quickly got dressed, tossing on a pair of black pants and a red long-sleeved shirt. She then turned towards her sister, who had just started getting out of bed. "If you move any slower, the snow will melt by the time we go outside! Hurry up!"When Emily (choosing to wear light-grey pants and a white sweater,) had finally left their room, they continued to open presents under the Christmas tree. Emily had given her present to Lilly first. Lilly opened it, and it was a beautiful dress that Lilly had her eyes on for months. Lilly was shocked, as it cost at least two months allowance. Lilly's smile encompassed her face as she hugged her sister, thanking her three times before she backed away.She soon frowned, looking away from her sister. "I... kinda forgot to give you a present.""W-what do you mean? Is it in our room or something? You can g-""N-no... I didn't... buy or make you a present at all..."Emily stayed silent before the words sank in. Emily quickly grew angry, but seeing the sad look on her sister's face, Emily sighed. "W-well, you can always make it up to me some other time."Lilly hugged her sister before getting to the rest of the presents.After many 'thank you's' and a few 'your welcome's', it wasn't long before Lilly was fantasizing over what to do outside in the snow first."Maybe we should build a snowman, or have a snowball fight, or maybe go sledding!"Emily, always being the first to bear bad news, simply shook her head. "Don't you know I will be the one that does most of the snowman building, you can barely make a halfway decent snowball, and we live in the suburbs?"Lilly only faltered for a second, the fire in her eyes rekindling in the very next second. "Well what about the hill half an hour to the right of our house?" Seeing her sister open her mouth again, she quickly followed up, "And one of my friends used to live up north, so she has a sled we can borrow!"Emily shook her head in acceptance. While she rather wished she could stay inside all day, her parents would insist she watch Lilly if she were to go outside, and today would definitely be no exception.Emily sighed. "Well, we better get dressed, lest we freeze to death."Lilly excitedly ran to her room, grabbing a coat on the way there. Emily envied the energy Lilly had, yet that didn't mean she wanted to go out in the snow more than before. Going to her room to put on a second pair of pants, (she didn't want to get cold, after all,) Emily put on her pair of gloves, a thick coat, and finally pulled her boots on. "It's going to take forever to take these off afterwards." Emily loathed."What's taking you so long? The snow won't be there all day!" Lilly asked, trying (and failing) to pull Emily to her feet."I bet it will." Emily was about to remark, but instead replied with an arrogant, "Well, I've been done for awhile, I was just waiting for you."Lilly wasn't fazed at all from Emily's haughty response, continuing to tug on Emily's arm. "Well, then why aren't we already leaving? It takes half an hour!"Emily sighed once before standing up. Walking outside, she followed her sister to her friend's house, who agreed to lend her sled on one condition. "Just so long as you take me with you guys." The small girl said.Emily didn't feel like babysitting not only her little sister Lilly, but also her even younger friend Sarah. For that reason, Emily disagreed."But sis..." Lilly pleaded, yet her sister didn't budge.Casting a glance to her friend, she asked, "Why won't you let us borrow the sled?""Well, because I want to go too; my mom said she can't take me, so your sister is my only hope."Both of them turning towards Emily, they looked at her, pleading."...Fine. Sarah, you can join, but hurry up." Emily conceded.Sarah ran outside instantly, sled in hand, fully dressed for the snowy weather, even with the same kind of red scarf around her neck as Lilly had. Emily rolled her eyes skyward. "I'm guessing Lilly must have called Sarah ahead of time, saying I don't really have much of a choice in the matter anyways."The group of three walked east, heading for the hill that the two youngest of the group were adamant about reaching. When they were only ten minutes away, Lilly seemed to pause for a second before continuing at a slightly slower pace.Finally reaching the hill and then climbing to the peak, Emily made it a point that everyone gets a chance to ride. "I may as well have some fun anyways, and two of us can ride at a time." Emily explained, causing a smile to break over Sarah's face. "And I thought you were just a grumpy old lady."Emily flared up at this. "I'm not an old lady! Because of that comment, you get to ride it after Lilly and I have gone down the hill once."Sarah giggled, she definitely thought the look on Emily's face was worth it. Emily heatedly got on the sled, with Lilly pushing them off before getting on back. Emily could soon feel the wind blowing at her hair and face, and she could feel the excitement slowly building up inside her. The hill wasn't the largest, however, so the ride didn't last very long. Emily didn't seem to mind too much, actually wanting to ride again. As they dragged the sled up the slope, she told Lilly the it was Sarah's turn to ride with her."I guess this snow day is making you a little softer than usual." Lilly meekly said, looking away when her sister glared at her. They reached the top, and Sarah was tapping her foot as she waited. After Emily explained what was going on, Sarah gingerly stepped onto the sled before sitting down, soon being pushed off by Emily. Emily held onto the ropes with Sarah, and Emily once again felt her heart beating faster, if only slightly. By the time the two had reached the bottom, Emily had a childish grin on her face, but was fine with waiting before the next ride downhill. During the wait, Emily realized she needed to pee, but it could wait.The minutes were quickly being eaten through with each exciting ride downhill, yet they dragged on every time Emily had to wait. The day seemed to go like this until Lilly started to wave Emily down. Lilly had just finished riding down with Sarah before then, and by the time Emily started getting close, she could see a stain on Lilly's lap."Did you-""N-no! This is... Sarah's..." Lilly replied, and the faint crying that could be heard from Sarah grew in volume.Emily walked over, crouching next to the crying Sarah. "What happened?" She asked.Sarah sniffed in response. "I-I... I thought I could hold it, but the last time we went down, it came out, and I think I got Lilly wet, a-and-""Slow down." Emily ordered calmly, placing her hand on Sarah's shoulder. "It's easy for things like this to come up unexpectedly, so let's just go home and get you changed." Not being satisfied with Sarah's feeble nodding, she turned Sarah's head to face her, saying, "If the snow is still here tomorrow, we can always come out her again tomorrow."Sarah smirked, feebly responding with, "I was wrong earlier, you're a nice old lady."Emily rolled her eyes for the second time that day. "Jeez, I try to be nice, and this is the thanks I get. I'm seventeen, dummy!""Well, that's older than Lilly, and that's older than me."Emily was about to respond, but she stopped when her sister tugged on her coat sleeve. "U-um, I'm glad you're happier than normal, but I thought we were going home... I mean... Isn't Sarah going to need to change clothes?"Emily nodded. "Well, let's bring the sled, we don't want to lose it if we want it for tomorrow." Lilly weakly smiled in return, following her sister's lead. This situation had reminded Emily of one thing, she needed to pee as well, and it was starting to seem a little bit more urgent than she would have liked.Ten minutes into the journey, Emily had a feeling her sister was lagging behind. She turned around just in time to see her sucking air in through gritted teeth and holding herself. "Are you okay, Lilly?" Emily asked, subconsciously pressing her thighs tightly together."I-I... need a minute..." Lilly replied, waiting before removing her hand. "O-okay, I'm good." Emily continued walking, her need had increased with the sight of Lilly holding in her own pee.Five more minutes had gone by before they stopped again, and when they were only ten minutes away, Lilly squeaked before collapsing to the ground, both hands between her legs. "Are you okay, sis?" Emily asked, rubbing her knees with her hands, trying to keep her own pee in."Just give me a couple minutes..." Lilly said, rocking back and forth. A couple minutes had gone by, and it seemed she would never get up until finally, moving only one hand away, Lilly stood. "I can walk now, I'll hold it." Emily doubted it very much, especially with the slight wetness starting to show around Lilly's hand. Emily looked around, noticing how close they must be to Sarah's house."Hey Sar-" She stopped, noticing Sarah quickly walking into her house a short distance away with her sled in hand. "W-wait!" Realizing it was no use calling her, she turned to start walking to Sarah's house."E-Em'..." Lilly called her sister, bringing Emily's attention. "I w-wouldn't go ask Sarah nor her mother to let us in to pee...""A-and why is that?" Emily asked, not getting angry at the 'we' her sister added. Emily was now shuffling in place."L-last time I was over right after school, I accidentally... had an accident, and her mother won't let me come over if I need to pee. W-we were walking home, and I had to go pretty badly. Since I had an accident on the way to the b-bathroom, it stained a rug, and she's still pretty m-mad...""Why would she still be mad?!" Emily more pleaded than asked."I-it was a rather expensive rug I stained...""O-oh... well, let's hurry home then!"Emily started walking, but noticed her sister wasn't following. "Sis?""I... I wish I could even... make it to their front porch today..." Lilly sobbed."W-w-what are you saying?" Emily asked, turning around."I... c-can't..." Lilly finished her sentence with sniveling, her pants darkening with pee, the snow under her changing color as it melted from the hot pee. Lilly collapsed, tears running down her cheeks."I-it's okay, Lilly, there's no need to cry from accidents." Emily said, half looking away, and holding herself with both hands. "J-just... let's go home, because I really need to go home, or I'll... end up like you."Lilly waited a few seconds longer before saying, "I-I... okay..." and getting up.A couple minutes passed of walking, this time it was Emily slowing them down.She reached the driveway before a leak, longer than usual, shot past her hold, getting her pants wet. Emily held her breath, holding herself and shivering.She stood there for a few minutes before it felt like she gained a slight bit more control, but instead of moving her hands away, she kept them firmly pressed. When she reached the front door, Lilly opened it for her and closed it behind Emily before quickly running to their room to change.Emily didn't follow Lilly, instead heading straight to the bathroom. Slamming the door behind her, she cursed, remembering something. "I have to take off these clothes." Emily thought to herself. Leaning against a wall, she first took off her gloves, each time replacing the hand between her legs after each one came off. It definitely helped her hold, and it also made the next part possible. "Now, the the pants..." Emily thought with contempt.Removing one hand, she felt as if a wave of pee wanted out now, and she held with both hands, feeling a three second stream escape. Emily finally stopped the flow, and then proceeded to quickly unbutton the top button, unzipping the pants, and then yanking them down, not caring that her panties would get soaked. Emily then quickly sat on the toilet, releasing her pent-up pee. Feeling the pee hit the fabric hard, it took her a second before a thought dawned on her.This thought dawned on her like the morning sun hitting a cave-adapted dwarf, not subtly at all. True, she was peeing forcefully into her panties, which she could have hidden all the way until she got to the laundry room. There was something else, however. Emily wore two pairs of pants today, not one, and it was still buttoned around her waist as she was forcefully peeing through it. Emily cursed once again, this time as she cried, defeated.Finally leaving the bathroom, her sister gasped, seeing the soaked pants. "I-I thought you surely..." Lilly stopped, then quickly hugged Emily. Emily stooped to hug her sister back, crying on her shoulder. "Accidents happen, Em', and if it makes you feel any better, you made it longer than I did."Emily sniffed. "I just wish I actually made it."Lilly waited a minute before she said her next few words. "Well, want to hear some amazing news?" Emily's expression grew confused."Mom and Dad left you to babysit me at the house, so they only think I wet myself, and I won't tell them about your wetting."Emily started to tear up once again, and a smile had formed. "Well, then I guess that makes up for you not giving me a Christmas present."Lilly felt the hug around her tighten, and she returned it back two-fold, saying a small "Merry Christmas, Em'.""Merry Christmas, Lil'." |
Christmas gift for you guys, the latest chapter of my To Boldly Pee fanfiction that I finished a few days ago. Read the rest of the story here.
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The day had come for the wheels of the siren's big plan to begin rolling, as they walked through the hallways of Canterlot High. Thousands of years ago, Princesses Celestia and Luna had banished the trio of temptresses to another dimension for their brainwashing schemes, using their hypnotizing music to control the native ponies. The land they had been sent to had changed their forms, from their original dragon-esque bodies to ones identical to the inhabitants of this world, the humans.
“Alright, all you need to do is sing and get all the humans here under our control. Do you think you two can do that without screwing it up,” asked Adagio. Adagio Dazzle was the oldest, and self-appointed leader of the sirens, and she was demanding. She didn't take mistakes from her subordinates well and she made no secret that they were a burden to her, but she was still with them even after the millenia. Whether she thought she could still use them or she didn't want to be alone, she wouldn't tell.
“Why are you blaming me? Sonata is the one who usually messes up the plans.” Aria Blaze was the middle siren, and she was by far the grumpiest. She also hated her “partners”, but never left either. It was just as confusing. She was the most invisible of the three, as she usually stayed quiet and didn't have an endearing character quirk.
And that just left the youngest, Sonata Dusk. She was the perky, energetic one that tried to be friendly. She was also very naive, and her loud demeanor had caused them problems in the past. But she was the only one that actively tried to stay close to Adagio and Aria, believing that they were all friends. Right now, her light blue hair with darker highlights was tied back in an (ironic) ponytail, wearing a dark maroon jacket and a pretty short pink skirt, topped off with very tall pink boots. It was a very eye-catching outfit.
As ditzy as she was, she wasn't going to take such a blatant insult from Aria. “Oh yeah, name one time I ruined one of your plans! I'm just as dedicated to the cause as you girls!”
Adagio covered her face with her hand. “Is that true, Sonata? Then how would you like to explain that little incident at the pizza place 27 years ago? Your so-called 'Bite of 87'?”
“He had pepperoni on his face, and I was trying to get it. It was just a little blood, it's not like I removed his frontal lobe or anything. I explained this to you before, I'm pretty sure.”
Aria rolled her eyes. “Biting someone's frontal lobe out isn't as exciting as it sound, did it a long time ago, they just scream and go limp.”
“Now isn't the time to reminisce about violence, Aria, anyone could be watching. Talking about killing seems to be an easy way to get yourself thrown in prison, and that means an investigation. You want some police looking into who we are?”
“You want to shut up, Adagio? We're here, it's time for our show to start.” Aria was correct, they were standing at the doors to the school's gym, which were wide open. Inside was a collection of the students, some of them gathered in groups of band size, and the rest scattered to watch the preliminary round of the battle of the bands that was about to take place.
As soon as they walked through the entrance, they were met by Vice Principal Luna, who was holding a clipboard. “Dazzlings, you're towards the end of the bracket, so you'll be waiting for a while.”
As soon as Luna had finished directing the Dazzlings, one of the groups had taken the stage, and Luna was called back to the judging table with her sister. That left the three of them alone, and no one was coming to interact with them. They were certainly the talk of the school, with their sudden appearance and influence over everything that had been happening with their hypnotizing voices. But even with that, no one wanted to come close to them, either through intention to preserve their mystery or that they let off an air of unpleasantness that caused people to avoid them directly.
First on the stage was Snips and Snails as rappers. As soon as they started with the personal beatboxing, things went downhill quickly. While they were better than all the rap music you'd hear on the radio, it was still on the level of “tortuous”. Doing their best to ignore the performance, Adagio and Aria began snickering to each other and riffing over the music, Sonata wandered off to the nearby snack table.
The selection of food was very basic, bowls of chips and pretzels and...“FRUIT PUNCH!” Sonata was very excited about the discovery of the sugary drink present, she hastily grabbed one of the small plastic cups stacked next to the punch bowl and gripped the ladle, slipping from her hand once before it was well within her grasp, and its liquid contents were perfectly poured into the cup. She began moving it towards her mouth, until she saw that her partners were across the room, and decided to keep them company.
Unable to drink and walk at the same time, Sonata had no choice but to postpone the fruit punch for a little while. She slowly made her way across the gym, moving carefully as to not spill her very full cup. After a minute of movement, she was next to her friends once again, as they were in the middle of a conversation, and Aria was talking. “It's amazing how weak these enemies are. They have no rhythm, no rhyme...”
While she was speaking, Sonata took a sip from her cup. The taste made her butt into the discussion with her own opinions. “Yeah, and they have no idea how to make a good fruit punch! I mean, have you tasted this stuff? Below average.”
That was certainly enough to get Adagio and Aria's attention. Aria was the one to scoff and question, “And since when have you been an authority on drinks? Why does it matter if they make a bad fruit punch?”
Sonata felt a little offended. “I am a master on good sugary drinks, I'll have you know! I drink them all the time as you know, and I think that's enough to make me a conni...con...conical...person who knows their fruit punch. They clearly didn't put enough sugar into this, and it leaves your mouth feeling bitter in the aftertaste. Do either of you know where I could get some sugar here?”
No sooner than she had said it did another girl slide in. Not walked, slid. They stared at the oblivious, very pink girl who had joined the group, and leaned in close to Sonata. “Psst, you said you wanted some sugar?” She pulled the side of her jacket open, revealing a collection of hidden pockets. Reaching into one of them, she removed a handful of those small sugar packets you find on restaurant tables, and slyly placed them into Sonata's hand. “Now, if anyone asks, nothing happens, you got that?” As mysteriously as she had appeared, she vanished.
Thankfully, Sonata wasn't one to question a good thing happening. She took the miracle gift back to the snack table, ripped open one of the packets, and emptied it into the fruit punch bowl. She excitedly opened the rest at once, before she stopped with a realization. “But how much sugar is appropriate, and how much is too much?” It was a conundrum to be sure, and she was unsure about how to deal with it. She pondered the best course of action, taking almost two minutes to come up with an answer. “I guess I'll just have to sample each one until it's just right.”
She took the ladle and poured a small amount into her cup and promptly sipped it, before carefully considering the current taste. “Hmmm...I think I need a little more to have a full opinion.” She poured herself another full cup and drank it all down. A little more deciding, and she decided it wasn't enough. Another sugar packet and another full cup, that was how it went until she was satisfied, which luckily took her entire stack of sugar and nothing more.
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As promised, the Dazzlings would be the last to perform, so they had to stand around for about an hour listening to everyone else perform. Adagio and Aria had spent the full time quietly making fun of everyone that sang, ranging from the aforementioned tortuous to passable at best. At least until this other band, the Rainbooms, stepped up to the stage. True, they weren't great, but the sirens could sense some strange power emanating from their performance, something for them to keep an eye on.
Or at least, Adagio and Aria could feel the energy. Sonata had her mind on something else at the moment. The realization that the probably-excessive amounts of fruit punch she had drank during the mixing process might have been a bad idea, not at all helped by the extra cups that had gone down once it was to her liking. All the liquid that she had put into her stomach wasn't going to stay there, and it was indeed on the move.
Sonata needed to pee. Pretty badly, in fact. The high amounts of sugar sending her bodily functions into overdrive only served to make her situation worse. Her legs were crossed tightly, her foot shaking up and down from all the energy she had now, and her hands resting on her lap, not quite at the point where she needed to grab herself to retain control, but getting really close.
She took one of her hands off her skirt and poked Adagio in the arm to get her attention. “Hey Adagio, umm...I've got a bit of an issue.”
Adagio sighed. “What is it, Sonata?”
“I really, really need to go potty, I don't think I can hold it for that much longer. Can I just quickly run to the bathroom? I promise, it won't take long, please!”
Adagio wanted to berate the blue siren for putting herself into this situation, that it was completely her fault and she would have to deal with it, but Sonata looked at her with the biggest begging eyes, and her superior felt a small amount of pity. “Alright, fine. Just get back here quickly, we're going to be onstage soon.”
Sonata stood up and turned to the door, when the final notes of the Rainboom's song echoed through the gym. She looked behind to see them bow and leave the stage, whereupon Principal Celestia called out, “Dazzlings, take the stage!”
Adagio and Aria stood at the call, and they both glared at Sonata trying to leave. She realized what they were expecting, and pleaded with them to reconsider. “Come on girls, can't you hold them off until I come back? I really don't think I can't wait!”
Aria took the mantle of scolding Sonata. “Well, that's just too bad. You're just going to have to bear it until we're done.”
“I'm serious, Aria! I really might have an accident if I try to go up there now! Please, it's only going to take a minute or two, that's all!” She was bouncing on her crossed legs, not enough to be easily visible to everyone else in the room, but a clear enough sign of her desperation to those that were close (or anyone that had a disposition towards watersports). She was dry for the moment, but how long was that going to last?
Adagio grabbed Sonata's arm and started dragging her, getting a few yards until she wriggled free and walked with them on her own. Everyone was looking at them, she couldn't afford to make her need obvious, so she walked as casually as she could possibly manage. Her arms were at her side and her legs uncrossed, though they were still very close to each other in order to keep her crotch closed, turning her walk into more of a slow shuffle.
They had to wait for Sonata to catch up once they were on stage, but she did eventually get up there and grabbed her microphone. Adagio did the rhythmic countdown, and on the invisible zero, the singing began.
Oh-whoa-oh, oh-whoa-oh
You didn't know that you fell
Oh-whoa-oh, oh-whoa-oh
They were singing in harmony, and the red amulets they wore around their necks began to glow. They powered up, drawing in the negative energy of everyone in the room. It was a great feeling, the feeding of such a large group, but it took concentration; focus that Sonata really did not have to spare. She was putting as much as she needed to to sing, but everything else she had was keeping her bladder under control with everyone watching.
Now that you're under our spell
Blindsided by the beat
Clapping your hands, stomping your feet
You didn't know that you fell
It wasn't just that everyone was watching. They were sirens, they preyed on attention, their song was forcing everyone to look at them, to take in everything about them. If Sonata wet herself, which was looking incredibly inevitable at this point, everyone was going to see. And if they did, would they ever be able to take the Dazzlings seriously? They required other people to survive, how would they get by if Sonata ruined everything? She'd be sent out on her own, there's no way she'd survive without Adagio and Aria!
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh
Now you've fallen under our spell
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
And it was only about to get worse. They seduced, that's what they did, and that wasn't possibly with only voices, as nice as theirs were. It also required motions, and taking advantage of the human bodies they were given, that translated into hip shaking. In unison, all three of them began dancing, and Sonata winced. She could feel her pent-up urine sloshing heavily, and it was increasing the pressure from painful to unbearable. She couldn't hide it anymore, she crossed her legs as tight as she could manage and gripped between her thighs with the hand not holding onto the microphone.
We've got the music, makes you move it
Got the song that makes you lose it
We say "jump", you say "how high?"
Put your hands up to the sky
She was supposed to put her hands up at that line, but there was no way she could do that right now. Everyone could see that she was on the verge on peeing herself, but she didn't care. She'd run off the stage if she was confident in her ability to move. The fact that Adagio was probably going to give her a beating for betraying the team didn't matter, she just wanted the release.
We've got the music, makes you move it
Got the song that makes you lose it
We say "jump", you say "how high?"
Put your hands up to the sky
She couldn't take it anymore, she just had so much punch inside her, and it was forcing its way out already. Her privates were loosening, a small tinkle dribbling into her neon green panties. She really didn't want to ruin them, they were her sexy panties, thin and lacy, but there was no way to prevent the soaking now. The embarrassment didn't matter to Sonata anymore, she was going to take her leak in front of everyone.
And that's just what she did. It went unnoticed for a few seconds under the music and hypnosis, but everyone was paying attention soon enough. Adagio and Aria stopped in shock, the flow of nourishment abruptly cut off. All eyes were on Sonata, her eyes closed in ecstasy, the light yellow torrent pouring from under her skirt with a little forward arc, making a nice loud splatter when it crashed against the polished wood floor, splashing into a growing puddle with droplets jumping back up and spreading further.
Sonata was in her own world of almost-orgasmic relief. All of the pain was flowing out, making her moan and breathe heavily. There was no shame in her mind, in fact, she had the sudden urge to make the best of it. One of her hands moved from their warm spot right next to the faucet, lifting the front of her skirt up on their way out, while the other began rubbing the fabric against her most sensitive area, sending the pleasure of the situation skyrocketing. Her knees faltered, bending her down and sending the stream further out, reducing the amount running down her legs and absorbing into her socks. She was peeing and masturbating in front of a crowd, and liking it. “Ohhhh, that's so much better.”
Adagio and Aria couldn't believe what they were seeing. They wanted to grab her again and drag her away, punish her for ruining everything. They would have to start somewhere else to avoid association with the horny exhibitionist, and she certainly wasn't coming along. Until they felt something, something strong inside their bodies. It was more energy, coming in by the bucketload. “Aria, what the hell is happening?”
“Sick freak of a crowd is enjoying this disgusting display. Damn perverts.” |
“I’m going to let you all out a little early today. It’s only syllabus week after all,” the elderly Professor Henway said to the full class of students, who chuckled politely at his use of the derisively colloquial term for the first week of the semester.
Kelly was sitting in the front row, eager to establish herself as a good student. Having came extra early to class, she didn’t get a good look at the rest of her classmates until she stood to leave. Plenty of hot guys dotted the room, some looking as excited as her, others much more apathetic. Even the girls were excessively attractive, although Kelly was completely straight. She could, however, admire another girl’s beauty.
Kelly was walking down the hallway when one of the girls from her class ran up beside her.
“Hey, you’re Kelly, right?” The girl was dressed all in black; black shirt, black pants, black shoes, even her long hair and lipstick were black. She had the typical goth attire, without overdoing it. Despite, or perhaps because of her strange sense of fashion, Kelly had thought of her as one of the prettier girls in the class.
“Oh, yeah, I’m Kelly. Hi.” Kelly cringed at how awkwardly she responded, but the other girl just smiled and brushed it off.
“Yeah, sorry if I seem like a creeper,” the girl said, “I just noticed you were in both of my classes today and remembered your name from when it was called. I’m a freshman so I was just kinda hoping to get to know people, ya know? I’m Holly, by the way.”
“Ah, ok, nice to meet you Holly!” Kelly exclaimed, excited to meet someone nice without them urinating on her first. “I’m also a freshman, so I’m in the same boat. I was actually going to go to the dining hall if you’d want to join me.”
“Yeah definitely! Mind waiting for me to use the bathroom first? I really have to take a leak.”
Kelly was a little taken aback at her bluntness. Holly must have noticed and said, “Oh, sorry, my vulgarity usually only comes out when I’ve known somebody for a while. I’m a huge feminist though, and I hate being expected to say shit like ‘Oh I just need to freshen up’ when I really mean I have to piss, ya know?”
“Oh, yeah, that’s fine,” Kelly responded. “Actually, that’s really cool. I never even thought of it that way. I mean, if you gotta go you gotta go, why censor yourself?”
“Rock on! I think that’s the bathroom up ahead, I’ll be out in just a minute.”
“I actually kinda have to pee, uh, take a leak too,” Kelly said, laughing at the unfamiliarity of the phrase. Holly laughed as well and they both entered the bathroom. It was very cramped and run-down; there were only two stalls and the wallpaper and tiles were in bad shape.
Kelly entered one stall and Holly the other. She ripped off a few pieces of toilet paper to place on the lid when Holly yelled, “Goddammit, do some girls just not know how to hover?! The lid’s fucking soaked. Oh man, there’s like a huge puddle of piss on the floor. Ugh, I’m standing in it, ew, fuck this!” Holly slammed the stall door closed and walked in front of Kelly’s stall. “I’ll just have to use yours when you’re done.”
“Yeah, sure.” Kelly responded casually but seized up a little at the idea of someone waiting just inches away for her to finish peeing. She wasn’t particularly pee-shy, but it was a nerve-wracking scenario regardless. A few squirts of urine dribbled out but the bathroom’s high quality acoustics and her natural stage fright caused the rest of her bladder’s contents to remain stationary.
Holly, astute as she was, figured out what the delay was and said, “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you nervous. Just pretend I’m not here. Think of waterfalls or something. And I’m definitely not trying to rush you but I’m kinda bursting!”
Kelly almost considered suggesting Kim’s solution but decided she didn’t want anymore accidental pee showers so she just concentrated on getting her own flow going. After about a minute, a thin, quiet, but steady stream escaped.
“Oh man, I’m so jealous right now,” Holly laughed. “When you’re done don’t even bother flushing, every second counts right now!”
“Ok, sure thing,” Kelly said, tapering off her stream. She wasn’t completely relieved but it was enough to last her until next she found another toilet. She opened the door and Holly brushed past her, tugged her pants down, and sat on the toilet. An eruption of piss shot into the toilet and she sighed in immense relief, all while Kelly still stood in the stall like a deer in headlights.
“Sorry!” Kelly squealed and stepped out so she could close the door.
“Nah, don’t apologize, I’m the one that just burst in. It was an emergency though, I’m not normally so rude,” Holly explained as the stream continued at full force.
“Oh yeah, I figured.” Kelly said. “Sorry I took so long, it sounds like you were really desperate.”
“You apologize too much! Women are so conditioned to feel guilty about every little thing. But again, don’t sweat it. I was really desperate, I haven’t peed since I was in the shower this morning.” She gave a few final spurts and exited the stall without flushing.
“Oh, wow, I’m glad someone else is willing to admit they do that,” Kelly laughed.
“Fuck yeah, guys say they pee in the shower like it’s not a problem, why shouldn’t we?”
“Aren’t you going to flush?”
“The other stall’s covered in piss, I don’t see why we should try to raise the level of sanitation by flushing. Want to go get some food now?”
Kelly nodded. She was overjoyed at having met someone so open-minded and friendly. After having had one rather negative social experience already, it was spectacular to finally have the opposite. She looked at Holly as they left the bathroom and felt a twinge of intense admiration. Could she really have connected with someone so shortly after having met them? It was an odd feeling for someone who normally took a long time to warm up to others, especially other girls, but she wasn’t complaining. It seemed like college was already changing her for the best. |
I wrote you a Christmas story. With extremely faint traces of Christmas spirit.
The sky above was the color of television, smashed to pieces. Dark, except for the small flying shards of glass that were airplanes flying low. Above it all loomed the still unfinished Elevator. This was Noviy Vavilon, and she turned her head away from the streets that still bothered to put up gaudy Christmas decorations. She was about to enter Neon City, the anarchic technohub of the city, one broad street narrowing into a maze of streets where houses often became conjoined and no GPS could help you find your way. She was on a quest for a Christmas present for her daughter, who was currently, with luck, sitting in a dark apartment lit only by old-fashioned candles. It had been dark since the government, in their mysterious ways, had cut the power more than a month ago. In a perpetual war against guerilla techno activists, most of whom had a base for their various criminal enterprises in Neon City, always one step ahead in terms of technology, the one weapon the government thought they had was control over the power lines. Power lines are material by nature, unlike digital information, and hard to lay on a large scale in secrecy. But more importantly, they need to be connected to a power plant, and Neon City had none. Solar power was only efficient in summer, when the sun rises high in the sky, not in winter, when it dips beneath the horizon and doesn't bother to rise again for several months. Fossil fuel was scarce and biofuel hard to handle in volume. Neon City kept an array of power houses along the periphery, legitimate businesses bribed to lend seedy businesses and energy hubs within the City their connection to the nearby nuclear power plants.
She walked into the maze and put on her dark glasses. She was clad all in dark leather; leather pants, leather jacket, leather gloves, a small satchel on her back. The glasses would have been useless in the darknesses if they weren't connected to a number of cameras on her body, affording her certain luxuries, such as night vision and the ability to see behind her back without turning around. The display flickered to life and she could see her vitals gathered from the biosensors she had attached to her skin: Blood Pressure (BP) 105/73, Heart Rate (HR) 59 BPM, Bladder Volume (BV) 31%, bones and muscle tissue in the green. Beneath her leather and shirt, covering her back and abdomen up to her breasts, was a lightweight nano-tube kevlar vest. Doubling as a sexy, very constricting corset for the men she sometimes met in seedy karaoke bars, men who promised to make her pussy sing and succeeded about as often as the karaoke singers manhandling pop songs on stage, it had been an expensive but necessary purchase after she'd been shot at during more than one run. This was her kit: not the most expensive, but serviceable and the best she could afford.
She walked into a side street and passed a strip of red-lit windows, with women dressed in their birthday suits offering their wares from the windows. She checked her back and saw a potential customer turning away from a window to check out her ass. She smiled. She still had it. Further down a few dizzying turns, into the dark heart of Neon City, where the tall buildings completely obscured the sky with their various overhangs, like tumors growing into each other, she passed a house with a large screen installed about where a second-story window might be expected. The screen had many broken pixels, shiny primary green, and flickered constantly. It displayed, or attempted to display, a cinemagraph, a looping picture of a woman laid seductively on a bed, dressed in an old-school cosplay maid costume, slowly separating her legs to show an upskirt of a glistening pair of panties. A web address of the old school flickered across: omorashi.org. Bookmark already stored for future reference. Her kit stored much more information than she could comprehend in real-time, and she'd analyze it after each run. This had given her what had eluded both satellites from space, government military drones and Google commercial drones: a near-complete map of Neon City in three dimensions. This was the runner's version of The Knowledge, the infamously hard and now archaic test London cabbies had to pass to get a license to drive a cab all over London. Know every street, every shop and attraction along the streets, and the fastest route between any two points at any time of the day. Most of it was stored in her kit, but she was old-fashioned in a way: she often relied more on human intuition than technological augmentation. She was too old for dry runs, thirty now, but in her younger years she'd run new routes with no cargo just to familiarize herself with the terrain.
Her quest was only supposed to be for a Christmas present, but it was a very special present you couldn't find anywhere else. And to get it, she'd have to do one more run. She grabbed a bottle of spiked ice tea from a street vendor who also offered kvas under yet another neon sign attached to a cart. She quickly downed half of it and felt the rush, the pupils dilating and the glasses re-adjusting for the mydriasis. She was getting ready for the run, and put the rest of the bottle in her satchel, among the tools of her trade: a combined flashbang and heat bomb, sure to obscure her heat signature; a skyhook; an advanced wireless jammer; a stungun. She climbed up a fire escape towards her pickup point. On the steps, she stopped and activated the Neon City network on her phone. Internet access was spotty in the City, but all communications of import were done via the local peer-to-peer network, which employed every active device in the City to route data via nearby devices within the wireless radius, along byways to obfuscate the path, to the intended receiver. A technology not unlike that employed during some revolutions, such as the now almost forgotten Arab Spring, when the government censored or cut the internet. All information was encrypted, and from the moment she opted in, innumerable illicit data flowed through her node. Much of it data she disapproved of, no doubt, but she had no way of knowing, and she needed the access to send her own illegal messages. Rounding the top of the stairwell, she climbed in through a broken window, through a dilapidated former living room lit by a single bare blue bulb in the ceiling, then through a door, down a flight of stairs, and through an illicit chemical lab, where she gave cursory nods to a few drug chemists in ad hoc lab gear who passed her an approving look in turn when they saw her all kitted out for a run. Finally, at the back of the lab, she had to scan her eye to gain access to what looked like an elevator door, but opened up into a room filled from top to bottom with scraps of electronics. Decomissioned military hardware, stolen hardware, DIY hardware, all being repurposed for various illicit applications. Her BP was up to 89, BV 44%. Making a pickup was always fraught with danger, as none of the senders, as a general rule, trusted their runners. Even if she had been doing this for thirteen years, beginning shortly after giving birth to her daughter to support the two of them. She thought for a moment of her daughter, a mind image, not a digital one, appearing unprompted: fourteen, alone in a dark apartment. She'd sternly told her to stay inside the apartment, but if the apple didn't fall far from the tree, she couldn't trust her. When she'd been fourteen herself, she was already hanging out with guys who hacked government systems or ran drug labs, and by sixteen she'd gotten herself pregnant by the wrong guy, always the wrong guy. A blessing and a curse. A blessing because she had gained the one thing she loved in the world, even above the rush of a run: her daughter. A curse because she now had two mouths to feed. But no. This was no time for sentimentality. This was business time.
“You here for pickup, da?” Said a man with decorative goggles and a ridiculous steampunk suit he must think was very cool, indicative of his great technical skill. To her, it indicated he was a rookie. HR immediately down by 20 BPM. This part should be easy.
“Da, tvoya begunya.” Your runner. You don't own me, sleazebag. But it was custom.
“Ah,” he said, and wrapped some electronic components in a dirty towel and handed them to her. No doubt illegal. She had no idea what it was for and didn't ask. He put an electronic sticker on the packet and had her sign it with her biosignature, so he'd know who to assassinate if the packet didn't reach the receiver in due time. As additional incentive to avoid the militia, they would know who she was, or at least obtain her biosignature, should she lose the packet. He guided her through a process she had done a hundred times before. Rookie indeed. He should've had me sign each individual component, not the packet, blyat. I could easily remove them from the towel and be rid of the tag if I wanted. She had to restrain herself. The spike in her tea was making her more sober than sober, her ego increasing. She packed the cargo in her satchel and removed the bottle, which she finished and threw in one of several full garbage bins full of faulty electronics. BV 53%. She needed to pee, but there was no time. It was an unfortune reality that a runner needed an acuteness of attention and a certain grandiosity to perform the most dangerous profession in the world. She was a mercenary armed only with weapons of distraction, some martial art skills, a small dagger and a stungun, a rōninya up against fully armored militsiya with automatic rifles. Her main weapons were speed, stealth, and an absolute conviction that she would succeed. She'd quickly learned that direct confrontation with the enemy was futile. She sent the receiver an encrypted message: “Pickup complete.” Then it was onwards.
Up on a roof, in another neon window, through hallways frequented by junkies and the hapless wives of the techno barons and their children, some Russian, Finnish, Sámi, Scandinavian, and some Asian or half-Asian, immigrants from the anarcho-technological capital of the East, Tokyo, here to the seedy Western equivalent. Poor children. This was no place to grow up. Most runners lived in the City, but she would never expose her daughter to this. So she lived on the other side of Vavilon, in a small apartment that was now darkened—for reasons she could not comprehend, since the primary target of the government was Neon City—and did her business on the clock, family off.
As she passed a young woman with a child clinging to her legs—the woman quickly moved out of her way and clung to the wall, the kit having a certain aura—she heard stomping in the nearby stairwell. Militia, probably. She took off, running into an apartment, right into a Japanese family in the middle of a rice dish. They looked up, then dutifully down, as if there was no strange woman roaming their apartment. She enjoyed only grumbling respect from her employers, a rep built over more than a decade, but to these people, she was like some malevolent deity in the flesh. It was her job to remain stealthy, so she was rarely seen in the heart of the City fully kitted out, but that only added to the mystery. Nobody knew what she was capable of, least of all these civilians, but they knew she was immune to the militia, which was the next thing to an actual god. These people all had family members arrested or killed. But the great secret was not that she was omnipotent, but that she was unimportant. Only a vessel for precious cargo. She was one of many, and for every one the militia caught, there were always three desperate recruits. If you wanted to be somebody, to be irreplacable and individual, you became a target. The secret was to remain a nobody. She knew this self-deluded little enclave could never win the war. It would last perpetually. Many of the residents knew that too, and had no revolutionary designs, they were simply looking to make a buck through various illegal means. But they all indoctrinated their spouses and children, the civilians, into the belief that Neon City represented a real alternative to the powers that be, that their every breath was revolutionary, and that every time they broke the law they were chiseling away at the rule of law itself.
Right now, however, the most stealthy thing to do would simply be to hide among the civilians. HR 121. BV 55%. Sweating. But she didn't have a lot of time. Delivering the cargo took precedent over stealth. She needed an out. Preferably onto a roof. She knew these roofs better than anyone. She searched her kit. She had never been in this particular apartment before, but the hallway was part of a known route. She was on the top floor. There ought to be a roof hatch, a skylight... Searching the rooms, she found a small bedroom with tatami mats on the floor and some dirty bedding shoved into a corner, illuminated only by the flashy sign on the opposite building shining in through the windows, the spaces between them cleaving her into red and black parts. But there was a hatch in the ceiling. She jumped up and undid the clasp, then ran and leapt via a wall to punch the wooden hatch upwards, grabbing onto the edge. The night air was crisp up here. She felt the hatch fall and rest on her head, but it was as flimsy as the rest of the apartment and didn't hurt much. She hoisted herself up onto the flat roof, and looked around. The nearest building was... estimating... Estimated jump length: 6.1 m. Women's long jump world record: 7.58 m. Sans ten kilograms of kit and cargo. She had made such jumps before. As she contemplated the potentially suicidal jump, she heard the hum of a drone. Militia, probably. She had made it before.
She ran at the edge. She looked straight forward, and relied on her kit to tell her when to jump. Leap in 3 steps... 2... 1... She pushed forward with her eyes on the edge of the other roof. A moment later, she slammed into the wall. Her chest hurt, despite the kevlar, but she was still clinging to the edge. Estimated fall height: 53.4 m. With a heave she got one knee onto the roof, then the other, and she collapsed. Her glasses were blinking red. Possible multiple fractured ribs. BV 50%. She got onto a knee and blushed as she felt a dampness about her panties. But there was no time. She quickly checked her satchel. Her cargo was worth more than her life. Undamaged, thankfully. It had been on her back, after all. She felt her face, and there was blood. Thankfully her glasses were still functional. If she were four years younger, she would have that jump unscathed. She was getting too old for this, blyat. The average career of a runner was about three years, not that anyone was keeping official statistics. Only one fourth represented early retirement. The other three-quarters were accounted for by incarceration, crippling injury or death. The drone meant she had to get off the roofs, which was a shame, since all her favorite routes were roof routes. Not even the adrenaline from the spike could stem the pain in her chest, though. She couldn't concentrate properly. It took her five minutes to locate another hatch, this one metal and hidden among a bunch of non-functional solar panels. Thankfully, the lock was on the outside, or she'd be well and truly fucked. She lowered herself down, and then she collapsed onto the floor. The pain was bad. She would have to make a detour. Down four flights of stairs, out on a balcony, climb over onto the balcony of the building leaning into this one, slash out the glass of the locked door, open the lock from the outside, into a dark apartment, out into another hallway, down more stairs, and then a side corridor. She knocked on a nondescript door.
“Kto tam?”
“Open the fucken door and see for yourself.”
“You, I know voice.” An elderly Russian opened the door. Inside was a clandestine lab, with shelves full of chemicals and beakers. “What you want today, 47-1?” Nobody who was anybody in Neon City went by given names. They were all IDs. She went by many, like begonya pizda, a name often shouted at her by dissatisfied employers. Runner cunt. But her chosen ID was taken from a tale from feudal Japan. A young daimyo attacks a powerful official of the shogunate who has provoked him. He is immediately sentenced to commit seppuku, leaving all his samurai rōnin, masterless. Forty-seven of them concoct an elaborate plan to avenge their master. They pretend to become drunks or simple carpenters, secretly plotting to kill the official once his guard is down. One of them even marries the daughter of the architect of his fortress to learn the layout. Finally, they carry out their attack. Once the deed is done, the head cut off, they send one of the forty-seven off to their home domain to report that the revenge has been carried out, while the remaining forty-six turn themselves in to the shogun and are eventually sentenced to seppuku. The messenger is pardoned and lives to old age. A premodern runner. She certainly had no intention of ever getting caught, bushido or bullshido.
“I need a painkiller.” 47-1 hated the dulling effects the painkillers on the mind, especially on a task that demanded her full attention, but the pain was more of a distraction than even a strong painkiller.
“This one new,” said the chemist, and showed her a capsule with an off-white powder in it.
“Is it safe?”
“Animal test good,” he said, pulling a curtain away to reveal a back room with a row of steel cages filled with malnourished rats.
“I'll take it.”
“70 K, dva.”
“I only need one.”
“Then 55.”
“I'll take two.” She authorized the purchase via her phone. There were no rubles, dollars, or yen in the heart of Neon City. The only valid currency was K, a crypto-currency only available through the local peer-to-peer network, and impossible for the government to trace. There were various legends about why it came to be called simply K: the inventor had a predilection for ketamine; it was short for Кэш, a transliteration of cash, or for Krypto; it was simply a randomly selected letter available on qwerty keyboards. Either way, she was buying expensive goods, and it had cost her 70 K; she was getting 700 for the run, which implied it was a dangerous one, but that was as much as she needed for the very special present, which could not be purchased anywhere else or in any other currency. She popped one of the painkillers. BV 59%. She had no time to pee, yet her cold panties were still clinging to her as an embarrassing reminder that she really should. Her usually fluid movement, through hallways, in and out of windows, through hidden alleys, up and down ladders was weakened significantly by the pain in her chest and the feeling of a filling bladder. Her steps, usually lithe, stung in her whole body.
The painkiller kicked in quickly. 47-1 felt the pain in her chest dissipate, and her bladder too seemed more distant; in place of the pain was a warm blanketing feeling spreading from her chest to her head and the tips of her toes. She had to stop for a moment and take in the feeling. It was supremely pleasurable. Of course. No painkiller manufactured in Neon City was intended to kill pain; they were destined for pharmaceutical opium dens, designed with only one goal in mind: euphoria. She smiled, and felt a little silly. She knew her senses were dulled, and she'd have to rely more heavily on her kit than she liked, but she couldn't help but smile, so cuddly was the blanket the capsule had laid over her nerves. BV 63%. HR down to a comfortable 66 BPM. Yellow warning light: respiration rate down 23%.
She followed her route across small pools of floaty neon in the streets, no snow despite the cold, up and down apartment buildings where each apartment might be a shop, a lab, a server center, or a private jail. BV 67%. At last, she was at her destination. Underneath the chemical blanket there was a current of discomfort: not only did her ribs still dully send distress signals ignored by her brain, she really needed to pee, and the combination made it hard to walk straight. She pushed a button beside the metal door. After a moment, a man in a welding mask opened. She stepped into a room filled with engineers at work. The walls were lined with working benches were men were busy soldering electronics under microscopes, and there was an odd smell in the air like a blend of something burnt and something sickly sweet, whatever it was, blended with the sweat of many workers huddled together in a small room. 47-1 walked through the room, through a small curtain, and finally met the recipient. A man with a bandana on his head, a scarf up to his nose, and a newer model of the glasses she was wearing as part of her kit. She could faintly trace a young face beneath the mask using the enhanced IR vision of her glasses. This one spoke perfect English with an indistingishably neutral accent.
“You got the package?”
She opened her satchel and handed him the dirty towel containing the precious cargo. He seemed to recoil as he received it, although she couldn't tell if it was because of the dirty towel or the fact that such precious electronics had been so improperly packaged for a run. She cursed herself, and most of all that rookie, suka blyat, who didn't have the sense to package his wares properly. There might have been time to arrange some proper protection for the cargo, if she'd thought of it. But she'd been too focused on the run, and on the ultimate goal: the Christmas present for her daughter. Her daughter in the dark. A rookie mistake. She could have fallen on her back and crushed it all, and then she'd be in a debt paid in death.
“You're late,” said the masked man.
“Within mission parameters,” she said. Heads-up display in her glasses: T-6:03 min. Six minutes until there'd have been a bounty on her head.
“Just barely,” said the man drily, as he examined the cargo for damage. BV 71%. He nodded to someone standing behind her, a tall man with a militia-style baton in his hand, she noted through her rear-view camera. A message popped up: her balance, which was scraping bottom after her purchase of the painkillers, had gone up 675 K. She didn't fret about the sum, but simply turned around and gave a killer look to the guard blocking her path. He moved aside, even if he couldn't see her glare through the glasses. Maybe he felt bad for her; she'd risked her life and, although the couldn't know it, broken her ribs and leaked pee into her panties to bring some electronics to her employer, only to be cut off with less than she'd been promised for the crime of not sufficiently exceeding the performance she was contracted to meet. And perhaps for that imbecilic electronics dealer not packaging his wares properly. He'd be dead within six months if he kept that shit up.
Soon she was out on the street. BV 74%. Walking was now very hard. Running into the militia and injuring herself had cut off a good half-hour on her schedule. Her real mission was to buy the present with the means earned from the run. It was a rare and sought-after item, of the kind that rarely turned up. Her contract on buying it expired in less than forty-five minutes, which meant there was probably someone already there waiting to purchase it if she didn't turn up in thirty-five. Such was the nature of contracts made between lowly runners and merchants. But still worried about her encounter with the militia and their drones, she couldn't travel the fastest route between here and there. Nor could she make her second-favorite run injured on account of the acrobatics required. So she had to make some sensible compromise between the three limiting factors: time, safety, and technical difficulty. The first step was to get off the streets immediately. In her attire, she was sure to arouse suspicion even if she had done nothing wrong, which she had. 47-1 walked in the nearest door, up more stairs, and never looked back. BV 77%. The pain was powering through the painkiller, so she reluctantly swallowed the second capsule.
That was a mistake. The dose-response curve on this substance was raw. She was almost immediately clouded, her body dissociated from her mind. The pain in her chest was still there, it just didn't feel painful anymore. She had to sit down on a step just to ride out the intense rush. Red warning light: respiration rate down 55%. Dangerously close to an overdose. She was queasy, blissfully happy, and she could see nothing at all except for a blooming red pattern in the middle of her vision. No one should feel this happy. She could no longer even feel her bladder, its urgency only indicated by the rising BV she could no longer see. It took her a minute to realize the redness was blood leaking from the cut on her forehand, sliding down into her eyes. She briefly removed her glasses and attempted to wipe it away with the back of her hand. Her kit included no first aid supplies: they would only weigh her down, and if she ever got the occasion to use them, she was soon to be dead or jailed either way, and neither option was acceptable to her. If I'm gone, there's no one to take care of my baby. Her daughter would be left to fend for herself even earlier than she herself had been, and she'd been forced to grow up too early as it was. BV 80%. 47-1 got up and the pain in her bladder returned with a vengeance. It wasn't painful, really, on account on the drugs, but it was supremely uncomfortable nonetheless. She had to stop and bend her legs, doing a ridiculous little dance. If anyone saw her, her reputation would be dead. No one would trust someone with the control and delivery of expensive cargo if you couldn't even trust her with control over her own bladder.
She'd lost more time. There was absolutely no time even to squat right there in the hallway, if she were to reach her destination and make the purchase, or all would be for nought. She quickly used her kit to find the absolute fastest route between here and there, security and acrobatics be damned. No, not that one. She was too sedated and desperate for a piss to make even the first jump. Eventually, she found one she could actually accomplish in her current state and maybe, just maybe, make it in time. Not, unfortunately, for a well-deserved bathroom break, but at least for her scheduled illegal transaction. Quickly, she navigated the hallways and back alleys, although she had to forgo any route that required climbing or jumping. Two minutes from her destination, she ducked into the shadows of an overhang and held herself between her legs. BV 85%. This was ridiculous. She couldn't walk on, but she had no time not to. She might actually piss herself and her reputation away right there in the merchant's office. No. She reminded herself that her body could mislead her: she had to trust the biometrics, which told her she still had fifteen percent left in the tank. Nevermind that the BV value was the least reliable of the biometrics, and she had made it a rule, at least a strong heuristic, never to trust her augmentation over her natural instincts. Her kevlar corset bit into her bladder. Stiffly, 47-1 walked on. At least she had the K.
Eventually, she arrived in yet another hallway, this one lit by a series of naked, colored bulbs: red, yellow, blue. At the end of it was another elevator door, and this one actually contained an elevator. It was the only way in and out of the merchant's (unless you were an adept facade climber, which she was when at 100% health). This way he could lock in unruly customers. The elevator interior was old, even if the electronics controlling its operation were not. She could see herself in the mirror. She was standing with her boots and leather-clad thighs touching, BV 88%, with a red gash across her forehead, her hair tied into a bun on her head—a Slavic custom—green eyes staring intently into themselves and praying to the creators of her biometric sensors that they could more accurately gauge the state of her bladder than she could. Her face was hot and sweaty, and she could visibly see her decreased respiration. She would have to buy another spike on the way out of the City, in the streets where street vendors dared to walk unarmored, just to counter a potential overdose. Finally, she heard a ding! behind her and turned to face the merchant. Just as she'd expected, there was already another potential customer there talking to the merch.
“Privet, rōninya,” said the merchant, a man whose dominating physical characteristic was his fatness, from the cheeks through the neck to the belly. “Take you time, da?”
“I have the K,” she said, steeling herself.
“Khorosh,” said the merchant. “I was about to sell it to gentleman here.” He indicated the tall man he'd been talking to. 47-1 walked the few steps up to his desk carefully. As she reached the counter, her bladder convulsed, and she had to steady herself on the counter. This proved to be the perfect position, leaning forwards almost as if offering herself to a non-existent gentleman behind her, for her to leak fresh, warm piss into her drying panties. She had to clench with every muscle—a hard feat given her dissociation between mind and body—not to let the leak become a stream.
“You okay?” asked the merchant.
“No. I have a broken ribcage,” she spat out.
“I see. You show me K, da?”
She straightened herself up with some difficulty. BV 92%. She authorized him to see her electronic wallet, which contained 700-odd K. He nodded in satisfaction and bowed under the counter, unlocked a safe, and presented her with a box-shaped cloth. She quickly examined the item. Her HUD identified it as real, no fake, and that's what her intuition told her as well. She quickly re-wrapped the item, authorized the transaction, and waited impatiently for the merchant to verify the transfer of funds. When he nodded, she put the package in her satchel and walked out without saying another word. The tall man frowned at her as she passed by.
“Do svidaniya!” The merchant yelled after her as she got into the elevator. Finally alone, she twisted her legs together and squeezed at her crotch. BV 93%. Seven percent left until immediate voiding, right? Her bladder convulsed and a little trickle escaped into her panties, as if to discourage any false hope. Her panties were now thoroughly warm and wet. The elevator moved in slow motion. Everything was already moving in slow motion due to the painkiller, so this 4x time dilation was unbearable. She got out of the elevator and started down the multicolored hallway. Halfway to the door, she had to stop and hold herself again. BV 95%. She might actually piss herself, right here. The last time 47-1 had an accident, she was pregnant and called something much more domestic. With difficulty, she made it out of the hallway and into the street. BV 96%.
She made it down to the shadow she'd hidden in and grabbed herself before making the purchase, but she had to lean on the corrugated gate and slowly slid down, hands between her legs, into a half-squat. She desperately needed to pee. She also needed to get to her hidden cache, stashed away in preparation for the run, where she'd left a cheap, furry coat to put on over her kit to attempt to slip into anonymity. But above all she desperately, despairingly needed to pee, blyat, and that was when she felt her control slip. Her panties got wetter and the leak could not be contained. She was wetting herself, straight through her panties, running along the inside of her leather pants, along her thighs in two streams, one for each boot. BV 85%. She tried to maintain control, and stopped for a second, only to be wracked by another spasm. It felt extremely odd to be this away from your body and at the same have your mind so powerfully drawn to its physicality. There was no anti-accident drug on the market. She felt the floodgates open again, pee pooling in her crotch, curiously tingling her pussy, before cascading to the ground. 47-1 slid down into a full squat, closed her eyes, not wanting to see her defeat enumerated by a decreasing BV value before her eyes, and peed. In this position, the pain broke through the painkiller, and yet the relief seemed to give the euphoria a second wind, and for a moment, she was out of reality, in a void of no body, just pure bliss, and then she was pulled back by the pain in her chest. She was still peeing as she opened her eyes. BV 47%. The combination of the humiliating position she found herself and the pain, which was throbbing in discord with the throbbing of her bladder, made tears spring in her eyes. 47-1 couldn't remember the last time she cried. There was no place for crying in her world.
Finally, she collapsed onto her ass and just watched the pee flow out into the sizable puddle she was already sitting in, inching closer to the neon street, out of the shade and into shameful public display. All drugged, she could more easily detach herself from the situation. Here, oddly, was a grown woman, an attractive woman of thirty years, just sitting apparently happy in her own expanding puddle of urine. So weird. Must be very embarrassing for that woman. Especially since she made her living in a cruel criminal underworld that jumped on any sign of weakness like lions on a wounded gazelle. She really ought to be crying, being in her situation, thought 47-1, as the woman behind the ID reached a BV below 10% and the stream grew thinner and became a series of short bursts. She rose to a sharp pain, dripping clear urine. The pain was all that kept her aware enough that she had possibly overdosed on a dangerous novel painkiller, and she had to get to her secret cache, go incognito, and buy a spiked drink to keep from just not breathing anymore. And she had a daughter at home in the dark, best case, a fact she had suppressed in favor of full attention on her mission.
Her dark pants would cover up most of her accident, and she needed to keep to the shade anyway to avoid militia. 47-1 removed her glasses, and saw that it was a lot darker out in the streets, despite the occasional neon sign in lieu of proper streetlights, than her technologically augmented vision had led her to believe. She could no longer look behind her without turning her head or monitor her vitals except by feel, but she really needed not to attract attention. She wanted to get off the streets, but was afraid her accident would show in a well-lit hallway, and if she could live down the immediate shame, her reputation might not. In Neon City, one's livelihood and often one's life itself lived purely on a hard rep of absolute professionalism. Having a pee accident like a little girl was the absolute opposite of professionalism. She had promised herself this was just one last run, to get a Christmas present for her daughter, one that would do herself some considerable good as well, so they could have one real Christmas together as mother and daughter. But she had no other job prospects, and no resumé to show for her entire working career that wouldn't see her swiftly swooshed away by militia or government spooks. She knew this was not her last run.
She found her cache and put on the oversize, second-hand coat over her kit. On her way out of Neon City, she passed the glitched cinemagraph screen with the maid revealing her wet panties again, and it occurred to her that it might be pee, not something else. Finally, 47-1 found a kvas vendor and bought another spiked ice tea, which she quickly downed and found her senses returning, her mind returning from the skies to inhabit her body again, her breath getting steadier. Then she put on her fake piercings and attached a chain to her wet pants, making her look more like a grown woman who never outgrew her punk phase than a professional contraband runner. The militia didn't care nearly as much about punks as they did about Neon City. Punks rarely did anything more than minor mischief: tagging their names with spray cans and smoking marijuana, not making bombs or hacking government computers, shooting down drones, dealing in large quantities of illicit drugs and arms, conducting counter-intelligence, and sowing seditious seeds in the minds of the populace. Through various byways, she made her way to the other side of the Great Elevator, a project no one in the city believed would ever be finished anymore, to her own quarters. She caught a few curious eyes glancing at her wet ass, but they were unimportant. She was too broken down physically to expend energy on feeling humiliated, and these people could not relay their gossip to the people who might employ her anyway. And she was genuinely excited to present the present to her daughter.
She knocked three times quickly and then waited and knocked two times more, their own little code, which her daughter insisted was paranoid but had taken to observing herself. “It's open!” She almost cried at the voice of her daughter. They were both going to be okay, after all. She stepped in and found, as expected, a dark apartment, lit only by a couple of candles flickering in the draft, only heated by a small gas heater she could only afford to keep on every other day. A perfect disguise for her accident. She found her daughter, all of fourteen years, fidgeting on the coach. “I really gotta pee, can I go?” Her daughter asked.
“I asked you to stay in the apartment and you took it literally?” The bathroom was in the hall, right outside their front door.
“It's your fault for making me so paranoid with all your ranting about the government and militia and all that. I was afraid, and afraid for you too. I'm not dumb, you know. I haven't figured out quite what it is you do, but I know it's dangerous.” That's my daughter.
“Run along,” she said. “I have a present for you, I just have to wrap it up and... change into something more comfortable.”
“A present!” Her daughter's eyes lit up. “I thought...”
“It was supposed to be a surprise. Now run along before you pee on the couch.” It felt odd to say those words while standing in pissy pants.
“Mom! I'm not a little kid,” said her daughter, hands tightly folded in her lap, before she leapt up and ran into the hall.
47-1, or just the woman in the wet, skintight pants, walked into their shared bedroom and started peeling off her wet clothes, then removing the biometric sensors, and stowing her kit away in a deep drawer with a hidden bottom. She cleaned herself with a towel, put on clean panties—a feeling out of this world, to remove those cold, clammy wet ones and get into some comfortably dry ones—and some sweatpants. She then cleaned up the gash on her forehead as best she could, disinfected it, and put a band-aid on it. Finally, she unwrapped the present from the cloth and wrapped it in some proper Christmas paper she'd hidden away.
“Phew! That was a close one!” Her daughter said as she entered the living room. Does she know? Oh, of course, she's talking about going to the bathroom.
“Would you have peed on the couch if I'd come home fifteen minutes later?”
“Mom! I know it might be hard for you to accept,” she said. She could be so insufferably precocious sometimes. My girl, she thought fondly. Not unlike herself at that age. “But I'm not the little thing in diapers that you have to take care of and watch over every second of the day anymore. I'm almost an adult. Of course not. Adults don't do that.”
The woman in the dry sweatpants, the mother, 47-1, the rōninya, tvoya begunya, smiled and handed her daughter the present, taking a seat beside her on the couch. She quickly unwrapped a small, black cube. “Oh my god!” Her daughter said. “What is it?”
“Touch it.”
She put a finger on one of the black surfaces. Nothing happened. “A little harder, sweetie.” She pushed. Immediately, the lights in the apartment flickered on. On the wall in front of them, a large, paper-thin login screen for an online game server turned up. A holographic Christmas tree turned up in the kitchenette corner with the dirty dishes. This little device could power her entire apartment, including her own computer, her daughter's games, all the lights and heating and everything else, for a year without recharging. Completely off the grid. It could also do a good number other things, less legal things. “My god!” Her daughter exclaimed and hugged her tightly. Too tightly.
“Ow! I'm sorry, I slipped and fell and I think I hurt my ribs.”
“Right. You, of all people, just slipped and fell when it's not even slippery outside. Forget it. This is the best present ever!” To be fair, there hadn't been many presents. Most of the proceeds from her runs went into maintaining her kit to current standards, a necessity if she wanted to return alive and free from each run.
“Good. Don't tell any of your friends we have power. If you want to have someone over, you need to tell me so we can turn the power off.”
“Whatever. Can I at least play some games online?”
“Sure you can, baby.”
“Mom! I'm not your baby anymore, remember?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I ate leftovers,” her daughter answered, already absorbed in some game. It seemed to involve activities suspiciously like running contraband in Neon City. The holographic effects were impressively realistic.
The mother in dry pants walked into the bedroom, exhausted, and slipped under the covers. She closed her eyes, fell asleep, and peed a little full moon onto the sheets. An hour later, her daughter climbed in and snuggled up beside her mother, oblivious. To everything.
Background: I wanted to write something cyberpunk, neo-noirish. Also, the girls and women in my stories tend to be meek and submissive, and I wanted to write a real badass. The first sentence is directly adapted from the first sentence of the genre-defining novel Neuromancer: "The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel." One of the iconic opening sentences in literature. The setting I had in my head for a while, not intended for omorashi, just waiting for a storyline. I had this vision of a great metropolis sprawling beneath a Space Elevator (a possibly unrealistic, but real proposal to replace space shuttles. Really. A real space elevator would be tethered to the equator, not in the Arctic, but fuck it, magic future technology + Russian dystopia. Perhaps it's all just a propaganda stunt.) Set somewhere on the Kola Peninsula, in the next fifty years or so, so I could make some use of my (aborted) Russian education. For visual references, look at Greg Girard's pictures of Kowloon Walled City, the world's most densely populated, anarchic little enclave before it was torn down in the early 1990's, or of course think Blade Runner, or this recent photobook by Mayumi Hosokura (warning: nudity). The choice not to give any of the characters proper names is deliberate: it just felt right. They're all anonymous individuals in an oppressive society where anonymity is your only true freedom. The story of the 47 ronin is a real historical event, although the details are disputed. |
This was originally an rp that I took part in but with some lines edited out and others altered.
Flain: *walking in Mixel Park* *sees Gobba drinking a ton of water from a drinking fountain* *goes over to him* How much water have you drank Gobba?
Gobba: *Stops drinking* I dunno. What day is it?
Flain: Thursday.
Gobba: *Thinks* I've drank... a lot of water.
Flain: Wait what did that have to do with anything?
Gobba: *shrugs*
Flain: Yeah anyway all that water is going to reach your bladder eventually you know. And there's no place where you can go nearby.
Gobba: Haha! Don't be ridiculous! It'll take a while before it reaches my bladder.
Flain: Hmm..... we'll see. I'll stay with you to help make sure you don't wet yourself.
Gobba: Okay. Your choice. I've had enough water. Time for a walk! *Starts to walk away*
Flain: *follows Gobba*
Gobba: *Walks all the way around Mixel land back to where they started*
Flain: All that water hit your bladder yet?
Gobba: Nope. *Sits down. A gurgling sound is heard from Gobba's gut*
Flain: You sure?
Gobba: Sort of. *The gurgling continues* AAAH! I need to go! *Runs to an open spot, chews away a hole* Hope this works.
Flain: Gobba that's not gonna work. C'mon I'll help you find a bathroom.
Gobba: Hurry! *Runs in circles*
Flain: *they look all over Mixel park but don't find a single bathroom* Well there's no bathroom in Mixel park. We'll have to look somewhere else.
Gobba: *Why're there no bathrooms?!
Flain: Dunno. Let's just keep looking outside of Mixel park. *they search different stores and such but still are unable to find a bathroom* Sorry Gobba.
Gobba: Why can't we find any?! BAAH!
Flain: How close are you to wetting yourself?
Gobba: *Holds up hands* This close.
Flain: So pretty close?
Gobba: Yes!
Flain: Hmm...... Okay since my house is closest let's just go there. But it will take about 15 to 30 minutes to get there. Think you can hold it that long?
Gobba: Let's just hurry!
Flain: Okay. *they head to Flain's house but by the time they get there Gobba doesn't know if he'll make it in time* Here we are. Just let me unlock the door. Do you think you can make it to the bathroom? *looks at Gobba and sees that he's barely hanging on* *thinking* Yeah he's probably not going to make it in time.
Gobba: Where's the bathroom? Hurry! *Shaking and almost unable to hold it at all*
Flain: Back there. *points* I have a feeling you're not going to make it though.
Gobba: Got it! *Crashes into the bathroom and closes the door*
Flain: *near the bathroom door* Did you make it?
Gobba: Yes! Barely! But yeah!
Flain: What do you mean barely?
Gobba: I missed the door! I crashed through the wall, then had to run even more to get to it.
Flain: You didn't leak did you?
Gobba: No.
Flain: Okay. Because if you did you'd have to be the one to clean it up.
Gobba: *finishes and flushes* Done.
Flain: Okay. You were in there for about a minute.
Gobba: Yeah, so?
Flain: Nothing I just didn't think you'd be in there that long. Seriously though if you had wet yourself on my floor you would've had to clean it up.
Gobba: Well, I didn't. And what do you mean that long?
Flain: I thought maybe you'd be in there around half a minute but not a whole minute.
Gobba: I was drinking a lot of water.
Flain: I know.
THE END - NEH EDT
Alternate ending
Flain: Hmm...... Okay since my house is closest let's just go there. But it will take about 15 to 30 minutes to get there. Think you can hold it that long?
Gobba: Let's just hurry!
Flain: Okay. *they head to Flain's house but by the time they get there Gobba doesn't know if he'll make it in time* Here we are. Just let me unlock the door. Do you think you can make it to the bathroom? *looks at Gobba and sees that he's barely hanging on* *thinking* Yeah he's probably not going to make it in time.
Gobba: Where's the bathroom? Hurry! *Shaking with his hands against his bladder and almost unable to hold it at all*
Flain: Back there. *points* I have a feeling you're not going to make it though.
Gobba: Got it! *trips on his way to the bathroom causing his hands to leave their position and him to lose control*. Oh no! *lying on the floor wetting himself* * puddle of urine is growing around him* oooohhhhhh And I was so close.
Flain: *shows up* Hey Gobba did you make it to the bathroom in time? *stops as he sees Gobba sitting in the growing puddle of urine*
Gobba: No. *the puddle stops growing as the stream of urine dies down into a trickle and then stops completely after his bladder spent one minute emptying itself* I tripped and fell before I reached the bathroom and I lost control.
Flain: sorry man. Anyway since it's your pee I would appreciate it if you cleaned it up.
Gobba: I was just about to tell you I will.
Flain: okay thanks. Feel free to take a shower afterwards.
Gobba: okay
THE END - NEH EDT
As always your thoughts on this would be appreciated I know it's not as good as other things I posted but eh. Also if you have any Mixels omo requests let me know .
Edited December 26, 2014 by Lugia
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This story was originally going to be a big epic. Wonderful characters, great storyline and an epic conclusion. Then I got high and thought "Fuck it. I do what I want". Instead of this being a rushed or half finished series, it's going to be one that I just add to whenever I feel like. It'll likely never end or it'll end suddenly. Whenever I get sick of it. It'll end. Don't be expecting a masterful plot or a spectacular read. This is just going to be a variety of strange shorts mostly filled with wetting...but also alot of comedy.
Prepare yourself to enter the deluded world...of Tyler Durdan.
Prologue
"Well. This is boring."
These words echoed throughout Heaven. All the angels and citizens of this higher dimension's ears peaked up at the sound of the lord almighty speaking. A single angel made his way towards his golden throne.
"What was that, my lord?"
"I'm bored as tits. Floods, earthquakes and shit are boring now. I need something new to do." The angel quickly grew concerned. Last time this happened he made Hitler. He had to think of something quickly before God made himself a new dictator. He looked around the golden throne and its surrounding bright cloud area. It stretched on for miles, touching the sun. It was beautiful. It was dreamlike. It was fucking dull.
"You think I should do another big flood?....maybe an ice age. Ain't done that in a while." The angel's eyes scanned the horizon. He needed something and now.
"Let us do something!" The angel screamed out.
"Eh?"
"Yes! Erm...if you do something then it won't be a surprise....but if me and the others do it....then you can try guess whats happening?" The angel's legs trembled. That was a stupid suggestion. So stupid it might work....and it actually did. Who knew? Hours later, the angels, male and female(Equal rights movement happened in heaven the preceding year) gathered in the meeting hall. The lead angel rose above the others.
"Brothers and sisters. I have a plan. I'm sure you've all heard of God's boredom. With Jesus in Argentina again he's got no one to mess with. Its up to us to do something. My plan is that we find the stupidest, douchiest, moronic,-"
"GET ON WITH IT, TWINKLE TOES!" Came a voice from the back of the crowd.
"Yes...thank you, Brother Gandhi. We're going to give a power to a human and let God watch him fuck up. Now. Maya and Mia, and throwing you to down to earth."
"WHAT? C'MON! THE LAST PERSON THEY SENT DOWN THERE GOT CRUCIFIED!" Maya screamed out.
"But he did get a cult or two" Mia reassured her sister. Mia and Maya were identical with the only way that you'd be able to tell these two blonde haired beauties apart is a golden name tag stapled to their heads.
"Look. Its either this or mass genocide. Just go find someone okay?" The lead angel has quickly grown tired of this shit. He was hungover and frankly, he just wanted to go down to hell for a strip poker game. Hopefully that little shit Stalin wouldn't cheat again.
"Okay brother, we'll go down tomorrow-" Mia had almost finished her sentence when suddenly the cloud opened up and dropped them down to earth.
This was going to be a long day.
Chapter 1
Gotta have Faith
The angels descended from the heavens and dropped towards the earth. Most astronomers will believe they are two comets passing by, some will think they are UFO's, most won't actually care because only nerds and weirdos give two messes about astronomy. As the two beautiful servants of God glided down to a small town in England, Tyler Durdan was in the shower. Tyler Durdan was singing George Michael in the shower. Tyler Durdan wouldn't want you to know this.
"The fuck was that?" A head suddenly shot out from behind the shower curtain. He looked to the left and to the right, trying to find the source of his intrusion. His eyes searched the room before settling right above him...wait. He's looking directly at me. Can he see me?
"Who the fuck are you?" He stepped out of the shower but left it on, wasting water. "Get down here you nonce."
"You can't see me. I'm The Narrator!"
"I can't see you, but I can bloody well hear you. Shut it. I'm trying to shower" With this he stepped back into the shower. The angels had seen the whole thing and they had found their idiot. Tyler didn't know what was coming. His life wo-
"I know whats coming because you just fucking told me!" He yelled as he drew back the shower curtain. Maya and Mia were stood directly infront of him. He looked at these two curvy, blonde angels with their long smooth legs and white dresses.
"Bit of a perv, aren't ye?" He said to nobody. Because he can't see me. "I get it, I get it...you two are pervs too."
"We are angels of the lord! You Tyler Durdan have been selected to-
"Tell me after my shower." He quickly close the curtain and went back to singing Faith.
Chapter 2
More plot
"So you're gonna grant me three wishes...shit, didn't I use this plot before?"
"Excuse me?" "Nothin'"
The three were sat in the living room, sharing some toast and drinks. The two angels huddled together on the couch, surprised at the man's lack of caring. Tyler sat wearing wearing some jeans, and his legs wide open.
"We've been given permission by the Lord Almighty-
"You mean Kirito? Because he's got alot of power but-
"TO GIVE YOU THREE WISHES OF YOUR CHOICE" Maya was getting annoyed. They truely had found a douche, as was their intention, but they hadn't expected him to be this big of one! It was infuriating.
"Okay. I'm picking now, right?"
"Yes."
"Wish one. Unlimited weed."
"Seriously?" Mia questioned as she raised an eyebrow..she looks so cute when she does that.
"I'm gonna be the Walter White of weed. Minus the cancer...and baldness."
"Next?" "Wish two. I can make anyone piss themselves just by saying it." Said Tyler with a smug grin...wait, what? Oh my god he's a pervert.
"Look who's talking, Narrator"
"Granted." Maya looked at her sister in confusion. Mia just shrugged. There was weirder wishes he could've made.
"Wish three, you two gotta stick around"
"....Fuck." Mia said as she slammed her her onto the table.
"Why would you do this?"
"Because two beautiful blonde girls in my home is a powerfult asset." He said with a cocky grin. Infact lets upgrade that to a shit eating grin. He then looked the girls up and down. "I wanna test these powers."
"Alright, are you going to call a friend over?" Mia asked as she laid out on the couch. She decided she may as well get comfortable if this was to be her new home. Maya had stood up and was now looking around at the walls. Pictures of various men, shirtless and otherwise were plastered on them. She bit her lip as-
"Look, can you do something about this narrator?...Like transfer the power to one of you two?" Tyler said, thought it was futile. You can't get rid of me. I'm god in this realm!
MIA
I quickly granted Tyler's wish. This narrator was given me a migraine too, despite this he was still not the biggest problem here. Being a prisoner in this home was going to be a test of dedication to my lord. For he has given me this task in order to test my and my sister's faith in him.
"Piss yourself" I suddenly felt my bladder give way and urine began to spray out onto the couch where I was sat. It pooled around my bottom and dripped back into the couch after it soaked through my dress. It began to flow off of the front of the couch and pooled at my feet. My cheeks instantly went bright red and my sister turned to look at me. She began to giggle quickly. The giggle grew to belly aching laughter. I looked to Tyler.
"Why'd you do that?!"
"I wanted to know if it'd work. And it did...you want me to even it out?" I nodded quickly. Ignoring my anger for him and aiming it at my sister we both turned to her as she laid on the floor laughing.
"Hey outta curiosity, do angels wear underwear, lass?" I replied that they didn't.
"Aight. What's your sisters, name?"
"Maya. I'm Mia." "Hi Mia. Your sisters about to piss her dress. Maya, piss yourself."
Maya stopped laughing and looked him dead in the face, with wide eyes. From this angle we could see directly up her skirt as a stream emerged from her vagina and landed on her dress. It was only a short pee as the stream quickly shortened and began to dribble down her vagina. The stream died and she too went read in the face. Tyler stood up and walked to the door. Maya and I stood at the same time. I could feel the soggy dress as it clung to my behind.
"Right, ladies. I'm gonna go out, sell some weed. I'll get some moolah, come back then we're going shopping because it looks like you two didn't bring suitcases. I'm gonna figure you two know how to operate a shower as the good lord made EVERYTHING!"
"We don't know how to use it."
"What about the washing machine?" We both shook our heads. Tyler sighed and said "Aight then. Throw us your dresses and I'll chuck em in. Just turn the knobbly thing on the shower and punch the 3rd tile up nearest to the corner to turn it on."
We both removed our dresses and threw them to Tyler. It took us a few seconds to relies we were both naked in front of a human. He simply nodded and went down stairs. The front door opened and before he stepped out he yelled back; "Don't do that infront of the neighbours, aight? They'll think your porn stars or some shit. Just borrow some of my clothes for now!" And with that, the door slammed.
That's how I met Tyler Durdan.
The worst human life form on the planet. |
Chapter 4
MIA
This morning I woke up to a strange banging noise. At first I thought Tyler was attempting to get into a Hulk Hogan esque shape using the Wiifit again but it couldn't be as there wasn't enough screaming of obsceneties at the virtual trainer. I rose from my bed and quickly went downstairs to the living room. I there found my sister, Maya, doing backflips in a pool of urine and Tyler sat crosslegged on the couch. She seemed to be asleep. I quickly stepped over to Tyler and nudged his leg.
"What are you doing?" I asked, the curiousity evident in my voice.
"Power testin'...apparently if I tell them to do something while they pee it'll happen" He replied non chalantly. "This is some wet note type shit..."
"So you're making her do backflips?...while she's asleep?"
"Yuuuup."
I looked at him in disbelief and cocked my head to the left. Who the hell does this kinda stuff? Why would you even think of this? I've seen some truely macabe things observing from earth but this really does take the cake.
"Oh my god!" Tyler yelled and stood up. This woke up Maya. "Can you stop whining about me in your thoughts?! I'll use my powers on someone else, okay?!"
As Maya sat in her puddle of pee looking around confused as to her prediciment, Tyler stood up and walked over to me. He put his arm around my shoulders and spoke:
"But you gotta help me pick someone out. I feel like I've been kinda harsh on you too and I honestly feel bad about it...well not for the backflip thing because that shit was funny."
"I was doing backflips?" Maya whispered to herself as Tyler grabbed his jacket. I reminded him that I infact, did not own any outside clothes. With this he ran to his room, grabbed a pair of his pants and a belt. I quickly changed and we left...
MAYA
Since when could I do backflips?
MIA
We walked down the streets of the town and admired the shapes of various ladies. I pointed out various ones that seemed attractive as Tyler nodded and gave them ratings on the "Silver dong scale", whatever that was. We came to agreement on a thin Asian girl. Tyler nodded happily when he spotted her;
"I dig Asian girls...even if the sounds they be making sound like a 10 year old boy." He said with a grin as he stood up, amused at his own comment.
"You're an embarressment to your whole race"
"Atleast I have proper bladder control, infact-"
"I'm wearing your pants remember."
"Touche" He said with a grin. He put his arm around me and we followed after the Asian girl. The bandage on his left hand brushed against my neck as he did so.
"Okay so how are we gonna do this?" I asked. For some reason I didn't mind him having his arm around me.
"I'm curious. I'd like to see if I can make her desperate first, I'll be back in a min" Tyler then quickly walked towards the girl as she began walking our way. He banging into her and quickly aplogised, giving her a smile as she said it was no problem. He walked back over to me and revealed he had taking her purse. "'Aya Lee', be back in a sec, I gotta return this"
He ran back to her telling her she'd dropped her wallet. She smiled and thanked him. We were quickly in position as Tyler uttered the words.
"Aya Lee, Get despeate and then piss yourself"
MAYA
Seriously! I've never done a backflip in my life, I've never even attempted one!
MIA
Aya suddenly began looking around. She was looking for a bathroom. She began to move faster, looking only in the doors of stores to check whether they had a toilet. Tyler watched with amusement and glee as she struggled to find anywhere. The desperation got stronger as she now began to squeeze her legs together every few steps. She was now moving less and less, so Tyler decided that we should sit on a bench to obvserve it easier. He put his arm around me and we began to watch. Aya was around 5"3 and had long black hair. She had a very cute face, with (This is from Tyler's careful observation) B sized breasts. Her clothes consisted of a purple skin tight top and a pair of light brown pants.
She was now getting increasingly nervous and seemed to almost be in tears as she struggled along the street, her hands placed firmly at her crotch. She was trying to keep her urine in. She suddenly winced. Tyler called this the tipping point. She was begining to pee herself. Upon closer inspection, her pants had a small wet patch on the back, covering the left part of buttocks. She was still in our sight when she finally lost control. She fell to her knees as urine began to leak out and streak down her legs, forming long rivers of urine down her legs. It dripped down onto the pavement and into her sandles as did the tears that began to stream down her face. She only looked at the ground embarressed as she peed. When she finished, she ran off down the street.
Me and Tyler stayed on the bench for a couple of mineutes as he "lost his halfie". He then turned to me and said;
"You wanna hang around here for awhile?"
"Sure"
And with that we-
MAYA
A fucking backflip! How! I just don't understand it, like...do people sleep backflip?
TYLER
Maya. Please cease your whining so Mia can end this fucking story and I can make some fucking dinner. Also pee yourself and do a front flip
MAYA
Ahhhh crap.
MIA
Thank you. And with that, we spent the rest of the day in town. |
Chapter 5
MIA
"Where the hell are we going?"
Maya moaned this from behind us. We'd been walking now for a full hour. In heaven we don't really walk around we have wings so...lets just say we're out of shape. Tyler on the other hand was strolling along easily.
"Jeez girls, you want me to pick one of you lasses up or some shite?" He asked in a cocky manner, leaning on a lamp post.
"Yeah, pick me up." Maya ran over to him and jumped in the air. Tyler quickly caught her. We'd been trying to find this "high end resturant" that Tyler had been wanting to take us too. He finally has the time and he didn't mention that it was so far away. I can't-
TYLER
Right. She's moaning so I'm fucking taking over here for this shite. Since I'm a goddam Einstein I decided we needed a night out and (since I'm paying) we're going to my favourite place. Water Sports. Clever name, innit? Right so we're walking down the street and I'm now carrying Maya. On the downside she's heavier than she looks. On the upside I'm grabbing her butt. Angels have good butts...anywho. We've been walking for about 10 mineutes and they're already whining. Its shameful. Bet god's a fat fuck or some shit. See, unlike your faithful narrator who in no way would lie to you, these two lasses been talkin' shit. And since I can't implent the "Talk shit, get hit" rule (I'd only hit a woman in a situation where Batman would do the same), I instead have to come up with a differnt plan. Probably gonna make 'em both piss the bed or something.
Back in reality we're almost there. See if this was your run of the mill omo story, then the walk over would've been the desperation part but we're differnt. So Its gonna take place....shit I made them go before hand....I may have fucked up.
MIA
And we're back. Lets leave Tyler to mope on his mistakes. He generally did make us go before we left...not that we had any choice in the matter. He just stepped into the living room and yelled the words. I was laid on ,my side on the couch. I suddenly felt my crotch and the left side of my thigh getting warm as it started spraying out. I didn't even react. I just laid there and let it out. It pooled around my crotch and probably ruined my white panties, making them see through. Maya on the other hand tried vainly to run to the bathroom. She tripped and slid along the laminet flooring, ending up at Tyler's feet. The urine shot out of her blue panties and started to soak her blue dress that was laying around her. The puddle grew and Maya flopped to the ground in embaressment.
We enter the resturant and the first thing we smell is grease. What is this place?
Tyler turned to me and said "This is Watersports. Best burger place in England...and possibly Northen Ireland. I don't know, I've never been."
TYLER
I waved to the counter guy and took the anxious annoyed angels to my usual booth in the corner. Maya and Mia sat opposite me so they could stare me down. Probably admiring my face.
"So M&M. You ready for your first taste of the delicious artery clogging American food?" They won't know what hit 'em.
"Well. Since its our first I guess we'll have the same. The smallest burger" Mia said. Maya stared at her in disbelief. She then begun to blather on and I stopped paying attention to them when I noticed a red head staring at me from the corner of my eye. She was sat at a table with some baldheaded guy. Swear I fuckin' know her...
"Tyler my friend, the usual?" Frank, the own of water sports had come over to get our order. We get speciel treatment here since I helped out with an incident that holds no relevence to current events...okay some geezer was starting shit and I hit him with a traffic cone. Happy?
MIA
A small man of Asian descent asked Tyler for our orders. Tyler quicky replied with "The usual and the starter burgers for the lasses....Mind if I smoke, Frank"
"Go ahead my friend. It's not legal but...fuck the law. This is a pornographic story on the internet. Who the fuck needs logic?" With this Frank floated away and turned into a golden version of himself...how strange. Tyler instantly lit up his ciggerette. He lent closer to us.
"Okay, you two. There's some redhead staring at me and I don't know who it is. So what's gonna happen is this. I'm gonna start blowing smoke their way and you guys are gonna head to the bathroom when the guy comes over. Get me?" We both nodded and he begun his plan. Within minuetes the man turned around.
"Oi, Mate! You wanna blow that somewhere else?" He yelled, red in the face. Could be a bad suntan "Me and my girl don't want to catch cancer because of your stupidity."
"If you don't wanna catch cancer then stop breathing! Oxygen deprevity should fix all your problems, ya Bruce Willis mother fucker." Tyler called back. WIth this Mia and I made our way towards the bathroom. The red haired girl stepped in our way. She was a few inches taller than the two of us with
TYLER
C cup
MIA
C cup breasts. She wore a tight orange tshirt and white short shorts. She stood with her hand on her hips.
"Can we go in, please?" I asked in the most polite voice I could muster.
"No. Not until our men have had it out" I looked behind us and saw Tyler looking annoyed. Red haired girl was ruining everything. I suddenly had a plan. Using the message system me and Tyler agreed on, I signed at him that we needed her name.
TYLER
Mia is making weird hand signals at me and I don't know what it means..
MIA
...Looks like he's got it. "Who the fuck are you?" Maya yelled. Seems we're all in the same boat.
MAYA
I wanna send this girl Farmville requests. It'll help my turnips grow. ^.^
"Your little friend know who I am" She said pointing at Tyler.
"I'm 5"10 you little bitch! I don't even fucking know you." He said with a shrug.
"I'm Tessa....Tessa Wright? We dated for 3 years!...We broke up two months ago!"
"...Wait I thought you were a booty call?" She started screaming obscenitites and Tyler whispered something under his breathe.
Tessa suddenly stopped screaming and bent over, holding her stomach. As expected a wet spot suddenly appeared in her crotch and spread before streams started to go down her leg. She fell to her knees on the floor and bowed her head in embarressment. I suddenly heard a strange noise followed by a stranger smell...it took me a second to realise what was happening. I moved around and saw the back of her shorts slowly begin to expand. Tyler must've whispered something extra because this girl was pooping herself. She strained as a large log was pushed out into her shorts followed by a second one. She seemed to have finished when another stream of urine started.
While this was happening, Tyler had snuck over to the counter and grabbed our meals. He apologised to Frank and called us over. We left in a hurry to say the least, cackling as we ran down the street. We stopped to regain our breathe.
"Tyler....you're a genius" Maya said as she hugged Tyler. I quickly joined in.
"Good night then?"
We both nodded. It actually was a really good night. We got home, hung out and ate our burgers. Tyler then made the announcement that we were gonna start having a "Movie night" on Sundays....I don't think I've ever seen a movie before.
After the announcement I started looking through Tyler's movies. "Dawn of the Dead", "Alien", "Evil Dead", "Fight Club", "Ringu" and alot more strange titles were on them.
If only we knew what we were getting in to. |
Just starting a single thread for all the chapters! Chapter 4 coming soon!Chapter 1:
Kelly stood proudly at the center of her dorm room, admiring the posters that adorned her wall, the intuitively placed furniture (lamps, rug, ect.), and the small collection of personal memorabilia there to hopefully combat the inevitable onset of homesickness. She had arrived at the university only an hour before, one of hundreds of incoming freshmen, and already she felt the excitement of college life seeping in. Her parents had hugged her goodbye already and left her to this new, thrilling journey.
Her roommate hadn’t arrived yet, so Kelly decided to check herself out in the small standup mirror she had brought. Her short, blonde hair accentuated perfectly her smooth face. She had green, piercing eyes and tiny lips. Her breasts were small but perky, and her waist was divine. She was short, compact, the very definition of cute.
With a start, Kelly realized she had better investigate another section of her new home: the bathroom. A three hour car ride and a couple bottles of water hadn’t been kind to her tiny bladder. All the anticipation had caused her to forget her own biological needs. Without a second thought, she made a beeline for the door on the opposite side of the room. Kelly lived in a suite, so the bathroom was shared by two rooms, a total of four girls. The bathroom was relatively small, but still contained a shower, a sink, and a toilet that was closer to Kelly’s side of the suite. Next to the shower was another door which led to her two suitemates’ room: Kim and Amanda, if she recalled their names correctly.
Kelly raised the seat, lowered her panties and jeans (she was a bit of a tomboy), and sat down. The instant she made contact, a strong yellow stream burst forth, creating a hollow din throughout the room. Her eyelids fluttered in mild ecstasy and she let out a low, relieved sigh. She glanced down between her legs and watched her pee splash into the water at an amazing velocity. She was a quick pisser for the most part, but she had a full bladder to drain. The water had long since turned completely yellow with her piss, and still she continued going without an end in sight.
Suddenly, with a deafening crash, the door to her suitemates’ room flew open and whacked against the wall. A tall girl with flowing black hair and auburn eyes burst into the bathroom with her eyes downcast while frantically lowering her pants.
Kelly jumped a bit, sending a sprinkle of pee onto the floor. “Occupied!” she squealed, just as the girl reached the toilet. The girl was startled by the unexpected presence and sent a dribble of pee onto the floor as well.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I thought I was the only one in the suite so far!” The girl seemed genuinely apologetic, but she still bounced from foot to foot and grabbed her crotch.
Kelly was still peeing away.
“Uh, nope, sorry,” Kelly began in an oddly casual tone considering the situation, “I’ll be done in a minute.”
“Ugh, I don’t even think I can wait that long!”
“Well look, I wouldn’t normally suggest this but since it’s an emergency, why don’t you just pee in the sink? You could just clean it out afterwards.” The interaction became awkward again as the girl paused to consider it while the silence as broken only by the sound of Kelly’s thundering pee stream.
The girl finally shook her head. “No, if I bend my body in any way I’m gonna flood the floor. Ok, listen, I’m going to ask you a huge favor. What my sister and I do when we both need to pee is one of us sits down and the other pees through the sitter’s legs. Just back up a little so I don’t sprinkle you.”
Kelly was shocked into complete silence. The girl must have taken that as consent, although it seemed like she had made up her mind regardless, and she inched forward towards Kelly. She bent her legs and aimed between Kelly’s legs. Not knowing what else to do, Kelly backed up a bit to give her better range.
The girl’s golden stream came out hard and fast. It shot right between Kelly’s legs and mixed with her own stream, which showed no signs of waning. A light mist grazed Kelly’s thighs but overall the two streams intertwined expertly. If Kelly produced a loud tinkling sound on her own, this new team effort created what could have passed for a small waterfall.
“I’m Kim, by the way,” the girl said suddenly. It was so out of place and bizarre that Kelly couldn’t help but laugh. Kim realized the humor of the situation and started to laugh herself. “Oh, sorry, I better not laugh, I might end up spraying you.”
“I certainly wouldn’t want that,” Kelly said in between laughs. “I’m Kelly. It’s nice to meet you.”
The moment she finished her introduction, a scream echoed from across the bathroom. A new girl stood by the Kim’s door with her hands clasped over her mouth. Unfortunately, the noise startled Kim who was barely halfway through her piss. She jumped and shot a warm yellow stream of pee right on to Kelly’s shirt. She quickly tried to reassume her position but the precarious balance was broken. Pee was cascading all over Kelly’s shirt, jeans, and thighs, not to mention the floor. Kelly tried to stand up and move away from the line of fire, but she slipped in the steadily growing puddle of pee on the floor. Her legs gave away and she slid under Kim. Kim’s piss splashed in Kelly’s face, who shook her head frantically and spluttered to get the stray droplets of urine out of her mouth. Her own stream was easing up, but it was still coming.
Thinking quickly, Kim hopped over Kelly, turned around, and sat on the toilet to continue her piss.
Kelly lay on the floor, Kim’s pee all over her face and body, a puddle of pee soaking into her back, and her own pee stream finally coming to an end. Everything was deathly quiet aside from the sound of Kim’s pee hitting the toilet water.
Chapter 2:
Warm water splashed over Kelly’s body. She cringed as she thought of how much the water from the spigot reminded her of Kim’s urine pouring over her. At least the shower’s water smelled better and didn’t sting her eyes. She periodically drank gulps of water to do away with the phantom remnants the taste of pee left. Only a small spurt had snuck in her mouth before she clamped it shut, but the salty, acrid taste was overwhelming. She fought back tears, not wanting her first day of college to be ruined by one negative experience.
Outside the paper-thin doors, Kelly could hear Kim explaining the surreal situation to her roommate, Amanda. “It’s just that I had to pee so bad and I would have burst if I looked for somewhere else and I didn’t want to pee on the floor and-” her rambling speech reminded Kelly of a child fessing up to the principal. Judging by Amanda, the fiery, no-nonsense redhead’s voice, it seemed like an apt analogy.
“Ugh, whatever you say. You two can have your weird kinky fun, but keep me out of it. And keep it out of my bathroom, I pay for it too!” The final word was followed by a loud pounding on the bathroom door. “Are you almost done in there? I know Kim just hosed you with piss but I gotta do the same, although I think I’ll choose the toilet over you.”
Kelly, timid as always, wanted to call her a bitch but ended up only replying meekly, “Yeah, sorry, I’ll be out in a minute.” She felt like she could spend an eternity in the shower. It was approaching half an hour and still she felt like every inch of her body needed a good scrubbing. A small, rebellious side she hardly knew existed kicked in, and she decided to wait as long as possible before drying up and letting Amanda have her turn.
Time passed far too quickly, as it always did when Kelly began to relax and fully enjoy her shower. Another pounding on the door, much louder this time, made clear just how long the shower had been running.
“Come on! I’ve been holding it since we left the house this morning!” Amanda cried, sounding pretty desperate. “What the hell’s taking so long?!”
Kelly smiled mischievously. Serves you right talking to me like that, she thought, but said, “Ok, I’m sorry, I’m getting out soon.”
The door, for the second time in one day, burst open while Kelly was still in the bathroom. “Fuck it, you obviously can’t be too shy if you’re bathing in another girl’s piss, and I’m too desperate too care at this point.” Amanda rushed past the shower towards the toilet. Kelly was surprised, but after the strangeness she had experienced already she wasn’t terribly shocked.
A loud tinkling and a breathy sigh signaled Amanda’s relief. The flow was so loud and concentrated it could be heard even over the shower. Kelly had nothing to say to her increasingly rude suitemate, so she continued her shower while listening to the other girl do her business.
“I’m open-minded,” Amanda said suddenly, breaking the silence as her stream came to a stop and she unraveled a piece of toilet paper, “I just don’t want whatever it is you and Kim want to do interfere with my life. If you like wetting on each other, fine, just do it somewhere else.”
“But…that wasn’t what was going on!” Kelly was really getting angry now. “Didn’t you even listen to Kim? It was just a huge misunderstanding. She was desperate! There was nothing sexual about it.”
“Yeah, right, the two of you giggling while peeing in the same toilet wasn’t sexual? Gimme a break. Look, I don’t care how you get your kicks, I just don’t want to find urine stains all over the suite, okay? When you’re here, pee in the toilet and nowhere else, got it?” She flushed and hustled out of the bathroom, slamming the door on her way out.
What, not even in the shower? Kelly thought. Everybody pees in the shower! What’s got this girl so stuck-up? The thought gave Kelly pause and that inkling of rebellion overtook her once again. Having waited so long, and having drank a decent amount of water from the spigot, Kelly’s bladder was beginning to ache once again. It was a small fuck-you, but it would be satisfying all the same, in more than way come to think of it.
She spread her legs and smirked, then sent a twirling stream of clear piss into the drain. She took her finger and maneuvered her vulva so as to take control of the stream. She almost always did this in the shower; it was fun, and good practice if she ever needed to pee standing while outdoors.
Kelly’s pee ended quickly. She shook her hips a bit to shake off the last drops and turned the shower off. She toweled off and though about the events that had transpired. With a laugh, Kelly decided not to be ashamed or disgusted by anything that had happened, including the accidental golden shower. She just hoped that the rest of the day would be a little less exciting.
Chapter 3:
“I’m going to let you all out a little early today. It’s only syllabus week after all,” the elderly Professor Henway said to the full class of students, who chuckled politely at his use of the derisively colloquial term for the first week of the semester.
Kelly was sitting in the front row, eager to establish herself as a good student. Having came extra early to class, she didn’t get a good look at the rest of her classmates until she stood to leave. Plenty of hot guys dotted the room, some looking as excited as her, others much more apathetic. Even the girls were excessively attractive, although Kelly was completely straight. She could, however, admire another girl’s beauty.
Kelly was walking down the hallway when one of the girls from her class ran up beside her.
“Hey, you’re Kelly, right?” The girl was dressed all in black; black shirt, black pants, black shoes, even her long hair and lipstick were black. She had the typical goth attire, without overdoing it. Despite, or perhaps because of her strange sense of fashion, Kelly had thought of her as one of the prettier girls in the class.
“Oh, yeah, I’m Kelly. Hi.” Kelly cringed at how awkwardly she responded, but the other girl just smiled and brushed it off.
“Yeah, sorry if I seem like a creeper,” the girl said, “I just noticed you were in both of my classes today and remembered your name from when it was called. I’m a freshman so I was just kinda hoping to get to know people, ya know? I’m Holly, by the way.”
“Ah, ok, nice to meet you Holly!” Kelly exclaimed, excited to meet someone nice without them urinating on her first. “I’m also a freshman, so I’m in the same boat. I was actually going to go to the dining hall if you’d want to join me.”
“Yeah definitely! Mind waiting for me to use the bathroom first? I really have to take a leak.”
Kelly was a little taken aback at her bluntness. Holly must have noticed and said, “Oh, sorry, my vulgarity usually only comes out when I’ve known somebody for a while. I’m a huge feminist though, and I hate being expected to say shit like ‘Oh I just need to freshen up’ when I really mean I have to piss, ya know?”
“Oh, yeah, that’s fine,” Kelly responded. “Actually, that’s really cool. I never even thought of it that way. I mean, if you gotta go you gotta go, why censor yourself?”
“Rock on! I think that’s the bathroom up ahead, I’ll be out in just a minute.”
“I actually kinda have to pee, uh, take a leak too,” Kelly said, laughing at the unfamiliarity of the phrase. Holly laughed as well and they both entered the bathroom. It was very cramped and run-down; there were only two stalls and the wallpaper and tiles were in bad shape.
Kelly entered one stall and Holly the other. She ripped off a few pieces of toilet paper to place on the lid when Holly yelled, “Goddammit, do some girls just not know how to hover?! The lid’s fucking soaked. Oh man, there’s like a huge puddle of piss on the floor. Ugh, I’m standing in it, ew, fuck this!” Holly slammed the stall door closed and walked in front of Kelly’s stall. “I’ll just have to use yours when you’re done.”
“Yeah, sure.” Kelly responded casually but seized up a little at the idea of someone waiting just inches away for her to finish peeing. She wasn’t particularly pee-shy, but it was a nerve-wracking scenario regardless. A few squirts of urine dribbled out but the bathroom’s high quality acoustics and her natural stage fright caused the rest of her bladder’s contents to remain stationary.
Holly, astute as she was, figured out what the delay was and said, “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you nervous. Just pretend I’m not here. Think of waterfalls or something. And I’m definitely not trying to rush you but I’m kinda bursting!”
Kelly almost considered suggesting Kim’s solution but decided she didn’t want anymore accidental pee showers so she just concentrated on getting her own flow going. After about a minute, a thin, quiet, but steady stream escaped.
“Oh man, I’m so jealous right now,” Holly laughed. “When you’re done don’t even bother flushing, every second counts right now!”
“Ok, sure thing,” Kelly said, tapering off her stream. She wasn’t completely relieved but it was enough to last her until next she found another toilet. She opened the door and Holly brushed past her, tugged her pants down, and sat on the toilet. An eruption of piss shot into the toilet and she sighed in immense relief, all while Kelly still stood in the stall like a deer in headlights.
“Sorry!” Kelly squealed and stepped out so she could close the door.
“Nah, don’t apologize, I’m the one that just burst in. It was an emergency though, I’m not normally so rude,” Holly explained as the stream continued at full force.
“Oh yeah, I figured.” Kelly said. “Sorry I took so long, it sounds like you were really desperate.”
“You apologize too much! Women are so conditioned to feel guilty about every little thing. But again, don’t sweat it. I was really desperate, I haven’t peed since I was in the shower this morning.” She gave a few final spurts and exited the stall without flushing.
“Oh, wow, I’m glad someone else is willing to admit they do that,” Kelly laughed.
“Fuck yeah, guys say they pee in the shower like it’s not a problem, why shouldn’t we?”
“Aren’t you going to flush?”
“The other stall’s covered in piss, I don’t see why we should try to raise the level of sanitation by flushing. Want to go get some food now?”
Kelly nodded. She was overjoyed at having met someone so open-minded and friendly. After having had one rather negative social experience already, it was spectacular to finally have the opposite. She looked at Holly as they left the bathroom and felt a twinge of intense admiration. Could she really have connected with someone so shortly after having met them? It was an odd feeling for someone who normally took a long time to warm up to others, especially other girls, but she wasn’t complaining. It seemed like college was already changing her for the best.
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Chapter 4:
The line to the only bathroom in the frat house snaked all the way around the corner and through the bright, carpeted hallway. Kelly, with a spinning head and a bladder full of what an hour ago was whiskey, squirmed desperately at the very end of the line. It was her first college party; after her Wednesday class, she was asked by one of her classmates, a tall guy with glasses named Tom, if she’d like to come to a Sigma-Delta party Thursday night. She naturally said yes, eager to test the waters of the college night life, and asked Holly to accompany her.
She had been there for about two hours and had already taken six shots. Her and Holly, who she had become incredibly close with in a very short amount of time, were having a blast drinking, dancing, and meeting new people. The frat house was enormous and ornately decorated. It was three stories and every floor was packed with drunk, horny college kids socializing and inevitably hooking up. Kelly had her eyes on a few guys and was about to talk to one, the alcohol inhibiting her reservations, when she first noticed the immense urge in her lower abdomen.
“I really have to piss,” she said to Holly.
“Holy shit, me too, I didn’t even notice how bad I had to go until you said something,” Holly replied. “I think the bathroom’s downstairs.”
Now they stood behind nearly twenty girls, all loudly complaining about their desperate need to pee.
“I’m about to wet myself,” one girl said in a whiny voice. “There’s someone in there throwing up,” the girl at the front of the line said, “I think we’ll be here awhile.” “Fuck, I have to go NOW!” Another girl shouted. Kelly and Holly exchanged worried glances.
“There’s no way I can wait this long,” Kelly whispered. “There’s just too many girls. Wait, now that I think of it, I wonder why there aren’t any guys waiting in line.”
“You’re so naïve,” Holly said with a smile. “All the guys are just going outside to piss. Why would they wait around here when they can just whip it out and water a tree.”
“Oh, right, good point,” Kelly replied. “Fuck, I’m jealous.” Suddenly, a girl midway let out a yelp. The girl behind her jumped back in disgust as a puddle of pee grew around her. The girl wetting herself started crying and ran off, leaving a trail of urine behind her.
“I’m not gonna end up like that girl,” Holly said and grabbed Kelly’s hand. “Let’s go.”
“Go where?” Holly led Kelly through the frat house. They stumbled quite a bit considering the alcohol in their systems. Finally they walked through the back door where a large group of people were drinking beer and making out. The frat house was surrounded on three sides by thick woods, and Holly dashed for a thicket of trees while still grasping Kelly’s hand. The trees along the way were dotted with various guys shooting streams of pee. “Told you,” Holly said. They arrived at a small clearing that nicely obscured the view from the backyard. Holy let go of Kelly’s hand, dropped her pants, and squatted. “What are you waiting for?”
Kelly hesitated. “I, uh, I don’t really pee outside. I mean, I did once or twice when I was little but I just don’t know, I feel like I’ll get it all over myself.” Her words were partially covered by the sound Holly’s torrent of piss made as it shot out at an intense velocity, forming a foamy puddle in the dirt.
“What? Just squat down, drop your pants, spread your legs a little, and pee. Oh and step back.”
“How could I step back if I’m squatting?” No, I mean step back now, my pee’s about to reach your shoes.” Kelly gasped a little and jumped back just as Kelly’s enormous puddle was approaching. It hadn’t really dawned on Kelly until that moment that Holly was just a few feet away from here, completely exposed, and casually wetting. Had she been sober, Kelly would have felt uncomfortable, but in her state she could only admire the gallons of urine pouring out of Holly.
“How did you even contain that much?”
“Huge bladder, how else? I’m almost done though and I need something to wipe with.” Holly grabbed a nearby leaf as her stream finally tapered off. “Guess I gotta work with what I got.”
A spasm of pain seized Kelly as her bladder screamed at her for release. “Oh god, it’s coming!”
“Just squat!” Holly said as she finished wiping and stood up, a serene mask of relief on her face. “It’s really not too hard.”
“I’m so off balance because of the alcohol, I feel like I’ll fall in my own piss,” Kelly moaned as she slowly lowered her pants and awkwardly squatted.
“Here, I’ll hold your hand so you don’t fall,” Holly said as she sat down next to Kelly and grabbed her hand. “I got you, just go ahead and pee.”
Kelly was shocked that Holly would place herself so close when she was about to pee. Her face reddened as she remembered her nakedness. Holly sat right to her left and could see everything. Without even trying to, a thin stream of pee hit the ground. A moment later, it tripled in quantity and force. Neither girl spoke so the loud splattering was the only sound in the silent woods. Kelly’s eyes were closed in ecstasy and sighed, When she opened them again, her stream still shooting like a firehose, she saw that Holly was looking right at the source.
“Hey, a little privacy please!” She said, half laughing.
“Haha, sorry, you just look really cute peeing right now,” Holly answered. She squeezed Kelly’s hand.
“Really? I never thought peeing to be cute,” Kelly said, oblivious to the mildly lustful tone of Holly’s voice. “I’m nearly done, guess I should find a leaf.”
“Way ahead of you,” Holly said, handing her a leaf that she had been holding in her other hand.
After Kelly cleaned up and stood, she looked at the two puddles and said, “Wow, we really flooded this area.”
“Yeah we did! You can hardly walk here without stepping in our pee,” Holly said. The two laughed, the alcohol enhancing the humor.
“Want to head back to the party?” Kelly asked. In answer, Holly wrapped her arms around Kelly and pulled her close. Without warning, and to Kelly’s immense surprise, Holly kissed her. |
Chapter 5:
It took a moment for Kelly‘s liquor-addled mind to process what was happening. Her delayed reaction time, coupled with the freezing effects of pure shock, allowed the kiss to continue for nearly ten seconds before Kelly pushed Holly away from her, more roughly than she had intended, which sent Holly stumbling back a few feet.
“What are you doing?!” Kelly exclaimed in a half-scream, half-whisper. The look of extreme shame and innocence on Holly’s face drew a rush of sympathy in Kelly, but the uninvited kiss was enough to keep her on the edge of anger. Neither girl spoke; they simply stared at each other, Kelly with irritation, Holly with sorrow, as the moonlight illuminated the clearing and mild gusts of wind enhanced the aroma of urine. Holly hadn’t moved from the awkward stance she took after being shoved, which left her right foot settled on dry dirt and her left foot steeped in an inch deep puddle of piss.
Finally, Holly spoke. “Kelly, I’m so sorry,” she began, shuffling her foot out of the puddle as if she just now realized where it was, “it’s just that you looked so beautiful just now and the alcohol and…and…” She bit her lip as if she wanted to say more, but decided against it. Kelly shook off her anger in that moment and lightly grasped Holly’s hand.
“Hey, listen, don’t feel bad. Let’s just get back to the party for now and enjoy ourselves. We can talk about this later tonight.”
Holly smiled brightly. “You’re the best.”
The tranquility of room 523 of Mallor Hall was shattered as the two laughing girls burst in, the few shots taken after their forest bathroom break sustaining their wild state.
“I still can’t get over how the one guy with the backwards hat wouldn’t leave you alone after you said ‘fuck off’ four times! Oh my god, talk about desperate!” Holly said as she closed the door behind her. Her room was set up more or less like Kelly’s, as neither girl had had much time to add their own personal flair to make their rooms unique. Her roommate Emily’s bed, located next to the door, was unoccupied, so the girls didn’t bother to lower their voices.
“I know, right? Oh, speaking of desperate, I gotta pee so bad!” Kelly responded, bouncing back and forth in exaggerated urgency. “Shoulda just joined me in peeing in those bushes on the way back,” Holly laughed.
“I’ve had enough of public urination for one night thank you very much,” Kelly replied with a smile as she made her way to the bathroom. Holly hopped on her bed which was bordering the wall with the room’s windows. As she sprawled on her bed and fiddled with her phone, Kelly discovered that the bathroom door was locked.
“Occupied!” A small voice squeaked from the other side. Emily.
“Oh, sorry!” Kelly said dejectedly. She turned around in defeat and sat next to Holly. “Fuck, I really have to go. Oh well, I can hold it for now. Hey, do you want to talk about what happened earlier?”
Holly stiffened. “Oh, yeah, sure. I’m sorry again. I guess now would be the time to mention that I’m, well, I’m a lesbian.”
“Oh, whoah, really?” Kelly said in mock surprise. “I think when you jammed your tongue in my mouth might have tipped me off. Look, I’m really happy for you and I’m honestly flattered, but I don’t feel the same way. I’m straight as an arrow.”
“I know, I just couldn’t help wondering and there’s a million better ways to go about finding out than what I did but fuck, I was just overtaken by desire in that moment. Thanks for understanding, I really do value your friendship and I’d be crushed if that ended.”
“I value you too.” The frustration of being so near a toilet yet so far away was increasing Kelly’s desperation tenfold, and she now had both hands squeezing her crotch. She spoke through gritted teeth, “I just have to ask, what was it at that particular moment that made you want to kiss me so suddenly? Was it just the alcohol?”
Holly blushed bright red. “I can’t believe I’m about to tell you this, but I have…well….let me put it this way: there’s something about you right now that’s turning me on as much as I was back in the woods.”
Kelly puzzled over Holly’s cryptic response while simultaneously keeping the floodgates closed. “What, like….that I have to pee?” She partially meant it as a joke, but there was nothing else that connected between the two moments. To Kelly’s immense surprise, Holly answered, “Yeah, actually, you got it. I have a pee fetish, plain and simple. For as long as I can remember I go wild when another girl has to pee, or is peeing, or just finished peeing. Fuck, just the idea of it gets me horny! And watching you peeing on the ground, just inches away from me, well, it was like I was on fire.” There was a moment of silence. Suddenly, with her legs crossed and her hands clasped around her quivering crotch, Kelly laughed.
“I guess I must be driving you crazy right now!”
Holly smiled. “Yep.”
“Look, that’s nothing to feel ashamed about. I never know anyone with that fetish before but I’ve heard of it. It’s actually pretty common, right? Nobody should ever have to feel embarrassed because of their sexuality, whether it’s what gender they like or what kinks they have.”
“You really are amazing,” Holly said compassionately, “The world needs more open-minded people like you.”
“Aw that’s sweet, but holy shit I have to pee so bad right now I don’t even think I can hold it.”
Holly thought for a second and tried to suppress the creeping grin that arose at her idea. “Ok, I’d offer you a cup or something but I don’t think there are any in here. Soooo, why don’t you piss out the window?” The window was aligned with Holly’s bed. There were four sets of small window panes along the wall, and the two closer to the bathroom door were permanently locked. Only the ones at the front of and the foot of Holly’s bed could be opened.
“Holly, how would that even work?” Normally Kelly would have scoffed at the idea on principle alone, but her desperation was overwhelming and she was willing to try anything to find relief. “If I stuck my butt out the window I’d fall out since the bed’s lined up with it.”
“You could pee facing frontwards. Like, just slide your legs out the window while sitting on the edge of the bed.” A small debate broke out between the two, but before she knew it the too desperate Kelly had the window open and was about to lower her pants.
“Hey, I don’t mean to be a prude, but you could you look away? I mean, I’m totally cool with everything you told me, but, you know, it would be a little weird if you watched me.”
“Oh, yeah, of course,” Holly said with very obvious disappointment as she turned to face the other way.
“Thank you.” Kelly lowered her pants and slowly slid her legs out the window so they were dangling. She realized the spray would probably soak her pants if they stayed around her ankle so she pulled her legs back in and took them off completely. She once again slid her now naked lower half out the window and rested her butt on Holly’s bed. Looking down into the dark abyss below her (Holly’s room was on the fifth floor and faced the woods) Kelly had a moment of panic. “Holly, oh my god, this is terrifying, can you please please please hold onto me!”
In no time at all, as if she had been waiting for this request, Holly was on the bed next to Kelly and wrapped her arms around her waist. “Don’t worry, I got you, there’s no way you can fall.” Kelly threw her head back and closed her eyes, placing complete trust in Holly. Holly naturally stared directly at Kelly’s vagina, eagerly awaiting the release. All at once, a gush of pee escaped and went sailing to the ground in a wide arc. It took a few seconds for the splattering sound to begin, as they were so high up, but when it did it was steady and forceful. Holly shuddered in ecstasy just staring at Kelly’s lower region and the remarkable stream shooting forth. Her hands were placed right above the stream. Could she get away with brushing her fingers directly in it? She looked at Kelly, who continued to clamp her eyes tight in abject terror. How often would an opportunity like this come around?
“You’re doing fine Kelly, I have you, you’re alright” Holly cooed as she slowly moved her right hand. Soon a sensation of warmth announced that she had succeeded. It was bliss. She dipped more and more of her hand against the stream and soon it was dripping wet with Kelly’s urine. There was a bit of splashback due to the interference of her hand, and the mattress as well as Kelly herself was getting lightly misted, but the stream was finally tapering off. As it ended, Holly snuck her hand right in front of Kelly’s pussy and was thrilled to get the final spurt of pee right on her palm. “I’m gonna pull you back now, ok?” Holly said. Kelly nodded and finally opened her eyes. Kelly inched her way back slowly while Holly grabbed her waist and pulled back to help her.
“Holly, your hand’s soaked.”
“Oh, yeah, I, uh, slipped a little and guess you sprayed me a bit.”
“Right, ok. Thanks for helping me. I’d say I owe you one but I’m gonna assume the show was well worth it.” She smiled to emphasize that she wasn’t upset.
“Yeah, you could say that! And thankfully nobody was walking through the woods tonight or they would have gotten a show too. Or more like a shower, come to think of it.” Kelly and Holly both shared a laugh until Kelly remembered she was sitting on Holly’s bed completely nude from the waist down, dabbing small drops of urine on Holly's mattress.
“I don’t know how I keep finding myself in these situations. Mind handing me my clothes? And a paper towel?”
The girls sat and talked casually for another hour until Kelly announced she was tired and decided to head home, leaving Holly with the most erotic memory she had ever had.
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Kelly stood in line at the campus coffee stand. She had just returned from her first Human Sexuality class, her mind swimming with the liberating ideas she had been introduced to. Her Professor had talked so elegantly about such depraved acts that he almost made them seem appealing. The thought made the somewhat conservatively-minded Kelly smirk. Was college already starting to slip its insidious agenda into her pure little mind?, as her dad liked joke.She walked aimlessly forward as she mentally ran through the lecture, which caused her to bump into the girl in front of her."Hey!" The girl yelped as she turned around to face Kelly. It was Amanda. "Oh. Hi." Her face immediately settled into one of distaste."Hello," Kelly replied civilly, "I'm sorry I ran into you, I wasn't paying attention.""Clearly." Amanda replied snobbishly. "Well, it's not as bad as peeing all over the bathroom.""Are you serious?" Kelly replied angrily, "It was an accident! Why can't you get that through your thick skull!""Whatever, just keep the weird stuff to yourself." Amanda turned around as she had reached the front of the line. "Yeah, hi, I'll have a tall mocha frappe with-"Kelly, fueled by anger, imagined getting revenge on the opinionated bitch in front of her. As the barista handed Amanda her sugary drink, Kelly spontaneously imagined emptying an entire bladder's worth of pee into the coffee right before Amanda drank it. She thought of the look of confusion she would have as she tasted the foreign ingredient. She imagined Amanda shrugging off the odd taste and finishing the entire cup, resulting in a significant amount of Kelly's urine sloshing around in her stomach. Kelly shook her head. College really was getting to her head."Hey, took you long enough!" Holly perked up as she spotted her friend approaching her with a cup of black coffee."Sorry, class went a little longer than I expected." Kelly sat down across from Holly on the outdoor patio, the only two in the whole sitting area. "Not as crowded as I executed.""No worried. And yeah, I guess the weather's too cold for people? Beats me. What class did you have?""Oh, you'll like this," Kelly said with a sly grin, "Human Sexuality.""Oh hey, that's my forte!" Holly said with a laugh. "What's it like?"Kelly paused. "Well, today we mainly talked about abnormal sexuality. You know, like fetishes and stuff.""Oh yeah?" Holly said. Her heart began to race slightly. "What type of fetishes?""Well," Kelly began, "if I can guess what you're asking then yes, pee was one of them. We were mainly talking about what causes them."Holly relaxed at Kelly's reassuring tone. She was as accepting as ever. "So what exactly causes them?""Generally there's an event that triggers a person's fetish," Kelly said. "Speaking of which, could I ask you something?"Holly smiled broadly. "Yes, I'll tell you how I developed my pee fetish." Kelly smiled back. The two friends were already on a wavelength where they could anticipate the other's questions. "Please, do tell.""Well it all started pretty recently, at the end of my senior year of high school:I was at a gathering with about eight of my friends. We had all gotten back to my friend Chelsea's house after a party that turned out to be a total bust. Her parents were out for the night and we had all kept the bottles of alcohol we had intended to drink at the party. Our one friend, Julie, suggested we get drunk off our asses, of course.So the night devolved into eight eighteen year old girls sitting in a living room and getting blackout wasted. We blasted music and yelled and played drinking games. After only an hour, every one of us was way past our sensible intoxication levels.'I'm soooo fucking sick of card games,' one girl, Jessica I think it was, slurred after she took a shot at the Jack of Spade's bequest. 'Let's do something, I don't know, crazy!'We all started talking at once about what we could do instead. 'I have a perfect idea,' Chelsea piped up. 'My boyfriend gave me the idea. He was joking at the time, but we could totally do it.' Everyone encouraged her to share her wild idea. 'Ok, so what do you girls say we play Pee Shots?'Here's how the game goes: We pick a girl who has to pee and have her do it in a large cup. Seven girls close their eyes as the eighth pours everyone a shot. But one of those shot glasses is filled with some of the pee from the cup. She then hands out each glass, including the glass with pee in it. Then, every girl keeps their eyes closed and takes their shot. The girl who drinks the pee shot then becomes the pourer for the next round.Some of the girls were disgusted by the idea, other for it, while I myself was oddly turned on. It was the first time I linked urine with a sexual feeling. In the end, those in favor convinced the dissenters and we began. Everyone had to pee, but Lexie claimed to be the most desperate. She went into Chelsea's kitchens and returned a minute later with a clear glass full of yellow liquid.'Ahhh, that was such a relief!'Lexie was one of the first girls I had a crush on. She was slim with curly black hair, and she had one of the cutest faces I've ever seen. I was driven wild at the sight of her standing in the middle of the living room holding a cup full to the brim with her own piss. She began to pour the shots as the rest of us closed our eyes. After awhile I was handed a glass and awaited the cue to drink. I found myself hoping, praying, that I had the pee shot. I imagined pouring Lexie's urine down my throat and then imagined hovering my mouth right below her as she shot a stream out straight from the source- oh, sorry, I'm getting a little graphic.Anyway, long story short, I had the pee shot. When Lexie said "Go!" I tilted the glass back and was gripped with immense delight as the salty, warm liquid hit my tongue. It was better than I could have ever dreamed. I swallowed slowly, wanting to savor every drop for every second I had. In the silence, I realized I needed to react in a way that didn't match the ecstasy I felt.'Oh, gross!" I shrieked, a few seconds too late to seem natural. 'Ewww, I can't believe I just drank Lexie's pee!'The other girls roared with laughter, poking fun at my supposed plight. 'How's my piss taste, Holly?' Lexie asked in a mocking tone.'You need to drink more water,' I said with a forced disgusted face. It was my turn to pour the shots. I looked at the still full cup of Lexie's pee and suddenly wanted to make it my pee for the next round. 'Hey, I actually really gotta take a leak, why don't I just do it in another cup and use mine? You know, for variety," I said, feigning laughter.'You know, I'd say I don't want everyone peeing in all my cups,' Chelsea said, 'But I'm honestly too drunk to care. Go ahead'I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cup from the cabinet. I lowered my panties and stood over the cup, which was soon receiving a powerful blast of my pee. I watched it rising dangerously and cut the stream off short before I spilled all over the floor.I returned to the living room and set up the shots, carefully pouring my urine into one lucky glass. I handed the pee cup to Chelsea, figuring the host should have a chance to participate. She gagged loudly when she tasted my pee, her face contorting in pure disgust. 'Oh, fuck!' she said, 'That was horrible!'So basically we played just two more round, Chelsea being the next pee-er and then followed by Julie. I unfortunately didn't get picked for a second drink, but the memories of the first kept me smiling wide. After we decided we were good and drunk and, in everyone else's case, thoroughly grossed out by the game, we hung out for a little while more and eventually crashed haphazardly throughout Chelsea'a house. Everyone took a pee break before sleep, however, so I luckily had the chance to listen to every stream from every girl there. The fetish had just surfaced in me, but I was enjoying every second of it already.So, how's that for an origin story?"
Edited January 5, 2015 by peelove64
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Chapter 7, Part 1:
Kelly absorbed Holly's story thoughtfully. "I gotta say, that's pretty wild. It's really interesting your fetish started so late, usually something's triggered in early childhood."
Holly smiled. "Oh there were plenty of moments before that party that should've tipped me off. Like hearing a friend pee has always gotten me excited, I just never made the connection somehow."
"We talked about that in Human Sexuality too," Kelly replied. "Some people subconsciously deny their own fetish. Something to do with the id fighting the ego or whatever."
"Yeah, okay Miss Freud," Holly said with a slight smirk. She shook her now empty coffee cup. "Well, I'm done. Want to get going?"
"Yeah, sure, lemme just use the bathroom real quick."
Holly couldn't help but perk up a bit at her friend's vocalized need. "Actually I have to go too. Coffee goes right through me."
"Same. I think the library's bathroom is the closest."
The two friends made their way to the bathroom and each took one of the two stalls. Peeing with Holly nearby was becoming common for Kelly, and although the knowledge that her urination had a sexual effect on the other girl, she didn't have the awkward nervousness she would experience if she were, say, undressing in front of a guy, or any other more typical situation with sexual undertones. Her pee came out naturally, without any mental urging, and continued for about twenty seconds. Midway through, she heard the tinkling of Holly's stream begin. The two streams could have been from the same girl; they exerted the same amount of force and produced the exact same cadence as they splattered against the water's surface. The unique echo effect combined with the bathroom's acoustics created a veritable urine concerto. Kelly, having had a headstart, finished first, leaving Holly to conduct the grand finale solo.
Kelly laughed internally as they washed their hands. She found it funny that something so simple and necessary could get Holly worked up so much, as she could tell by her friend's slight shaking. They left the bathroom and walked outside.
"Hey," Holly said, "there's a party this guy Mike invited me too tonight. It's at his apartment, off campus. Want to go?"
"You know it!" Kelly said excitedly.
It was nearly 3 a.m. when the girls made it back to Kelly's dorm, which had become the new go-to after party destination for the two. They were obnoxiously drunk, yelling and laughing uproariusly on the trek back from the party. Kelly struggled with her key card for nearly a minute before she managed to open the door. It led into pitch black darkness, as Kelly's roommate, Gina, was asleep. "Shhh," Kelly said in an ironically loud voice, "be careful where you step". Without thinking, Kelly grabbed Holly's hand to lead her across the room to her side; Gina was a bit of a slob, and her clothes littered the floor. Holly's heart fluttered at the sensuous contact. Her feelings for Kelly were becoming more and more intense with each passing day, and the pee related memories of her friend provided an instant key to orgasm during her late night self-pleasure sessions.
A small sliver of light peeked through the crack of the bathroom door. "Wonder if it's Kim or Amanda," Kelly said.
"Whoever it is, I hope they finish soon, I really have to piss!" Holly whimpered. Her urgency wasn't genuine, but it gave her a burst of excitement to talk about her needs with Kelly.
"Again?" Kelly laughed. "You must've peed twenty times at the party!"
Before she could defend her bladder's capabilities, a flush announced her opportunity to empty it. Holly walked into the bathroom and made eye contact with Kim, who forgot to close the door that led to her own room. "Oh, sorry!" Kelly's suitemate slurred as she stumbled back towards the bathroom.
"Oh, no problem," Holly replied. "You okay?"
Kim giggled. "Yeah, I just got back from a party and I'm not used to alcohol." The validity of that statement was confirmed as Kim sank to her knees in her attempt to shut the bathroom door, amidst another fit of giggles. "Ahhh, hahah, sorryyy!"
Holly laughed too, her own inebriation shining through. "It's cool! Just really gotta pee."
Having heard the commotion within the bathroom, Kelly decided to open her room's door to contain the situation before Gina woke up. And besides, she also quite desperately needed to relieve herself. "Everything okay in here?"
Holly was helping Kim to her feet. "We're good." She turned to Kim after she regained her balance. "I'm Holly, by the way."
"I'm Kim. Nice to meet you!"
"Nice to meet you too," Holly responded, "but if you don't mind, I reeeeaaally have to pee!"
"Yeah, same, get to it, Holly!" Kelly said jovially.
Kim scampered into her room, once again forgetting to close the door. "Sorry! Didn't mean to hold up the line!" she said as she hopped onto her bed, leaving the two desperate girls in the bathroom.
Holly, under the guise of reaching her bladder's breaking point (but really just seeing an opportunity for exhibition), lowered her jeans and sat on the toilet. "Sorry, couldn't hold it in any longer."
Before Holly's stream began, Kelly, still standing in the bathroom, quickly closed the door to her room in case Gina were to awaken.
"Holly!" Kelly admonished. "Kim's door is still open!"
Holly, now enjoying the scenario, feigned embarrassment and cut of her stream of urine before it even began. She stood up, pulled up her pants, and said, "Oh, sorry Kim! My inhibition goes way down when I'm drunk." A glance from Kelly hinted that she had picked up on Holly's game. She shifted her legs in a little pee dance, slightly annoyed that her friend was prolonging her relief.
"It's cool! You can totally pee in front of me," Kim said from her bed. "Amanda's at her boyfriend's for the night so there's no one here to object."
"Oh, good," Kelly said, now rocking back and forth with her hands between her legs, "I can't stand that bitch."
Kim laughed, surprised at Kelly's vulgarity. "I know, right?! I can only imagine what she'd have to say if she saw you two in the bathroom about to pee right now!"
Holly, her heart beating fiercely, took a gamble. "That's not the worst we could do. Imagine if we pissed all over her bed or something?" Kim immediately laughed at the audacious statement, but Kelly remained silent, knowing Holly would love to do just that.
Kelly couldn't explain what madness gripped her in that moment, but a concoction of alcohol, Holly's suggestion, and a desire for revenge against the girl who had caused her so much humiliation, made the once innocent, respectful girl say something as simple as it was outrageous.
"Let's do it."
I decided to split this chapter up into two parts before it got too long. I know this segment was a little dry (ha!), but the next will be much more exciting, and will be released very very soon! |
Prologue
At Kadic Academy, Milly Solovieff and Tamiya Diop went to record the story of the comet. Tamiya was holding the camera as Milly reported. "Today is a once in a lifetime chance. Only once every nearly hundred years, comet VG 724 appears and Kadic Academy will have a front row seat." Tamiya began to feel a need to use the bathroom and couldn't stand still. "Tamiya, hold the camera steady," said Milly. "Now we'll have to edit it." "I just have to go to the bathroom," said Tamiya. She looked around. "There's no one around. Can we turn the camera off so I can go here?"
"The comet will be hear any second," said Milly. "We can't miss a second of it. Go behind the camera if you want, but do not turn the camera off." Tamiya was too desperate to consider anything else. "As long as we can edit the sounds out." Holding the camera in one hand, Tamiya unzipped her pants, letting them fall to her ankles as she pulled her panties down. Then she relaxed, peeing onto the grass as she held up the camera to see the comet. As Milly watched and listened to her friend's peeing, she felt the result of drinking a large soda. Milly pulled down her pants and underwear and joined Tamiya in tinkling on the grass. "Keep the camera at my face," said Milly. Tamiya did so, but once filmed a second of Milly's vagina, which was emptying pee at her feet.
"Good thing we were able to remove these scenes," said Milly, as they watched the filmed peeing, now separate from the news story. "Can you imagine if we kept that in?" asked Tamiya. "It might be even worse than what we did to Sissi." "Don't remind me," said Milly. "What should we do with the footage?" "Keep it for ourselves," said Tamiya with a shrug. "One day we we'll laugh over watching it." "If we laugh over old memories, this footage won't be a lot," said Milly. Tamiya thought, then said, "If we could have a lot of footage to laugh over, I have an idea how to get more while practicing our journalism skills." Milly seemed intrigued with Tamiya's idea.
Chapter 1: Peeing outside
"Peeing outside," said Milly to the camera on the stand. "Is it really as bad as everyone thinks? Our own Ms. Diop is here to give her opinion." "Thank you, Ms. Solovieff," said Tamiya. "We've all been there. Having fun outside and you have to use the bathroom. Going inside to the bathroom and coming out takes a lot of time. Is there anything wrong with saving time by going outside where you already are?" "Something to think about," said Milly. "Besides, there are people with bladder problems who have to go constantly." "Exactly," said Tamiya.
"Our time outside is precious. Why waste time going inside to use the bathroom when you can do it easily outside? Besides, it can be fun in its own way, whether you are by yourself or with a friend. If you would like to demonstrate with me." Both girls placed the camera in front of them as they hid behind a bush. They lowered their pants and underwear and bent down, letting out two yellow streams that pooled around them. "It sounds and feels nice," said Milly. "It's also nice to do a natural thing in nature," said Tamiya. "What would you say are the benifts for peeing outside?" asked Milly.
"It's good for the environment, saves time from going inside and asks extra fun outdoors," said Tamiya. "Not to mention bathrooms are not always available," said Milly. "I think being able to pee outside is a good thing to learn. We encourage you, our loyal followers, to try the same. This has been Milly Solovieff and Tamiya Diop reporting to you live from Kadic Academy."
Chapter 2: Standing
"Standing while peeing has been something only boys could do," said Tamiya. "But Kadic's own Milly Solovieff believes she has found a way for girls to stand as well." "That is correct," said Milly. "How and why did you develop this technique, Ms. Soloveiff?" asked Tamiya. "We girls know how we have to squat outside," said Milly. "We also know boys can stand and aim. I have wanted to find a way to pee that is convienent and to show the boys who think standing makes them better than girls. I should like to demonstrate. Ms. Diop, if you'd join me, I can teach you as well."
They stood in front of the camera. "For a first timer, you might want to pull everything all the way down," said Milly. "When you become good at it, you may only need to lower the front down." Both girls stood completely naked from the waist down. "Adjusting the folds girls have in their private areas is the secret," said Milly. "It's all about pulling down just right." With a couple fingers, Milly held her folds apart in a certain way. Tamiya did the same. "You might to bend your knees a little bit," said Milly. They did so and Milly let out a golden arc that hit a spot some feet in front of her. Tamiya did the same, making a good sized arc.
"Now you can experiment to get the best position," said Milly. She performed a series of moves. "Some may try to fully stand. Some may thrust all the way out and if you move your hips around, the pee will follow." The girls tried these moves and soon the streams slowed. Milly's ended with steady drips just under her vagina, while Tamiya lost control, getting pee on the lens. She wiped it off. "Don't worry. It takes practice," said Milly. "I encourage all our female followers to try as well. I believe this would make many girls' lives easier and a chance to show boys they are not the only ones to have it easy." "Well, this is something I will practice," said Tamiya. "I look forward to becoming an expert like you and showing up the boys. Until then, this has been Milly Solovieff and Tamiya Diop live with the Kadic news."
Chapter 3: Crowded Girls Rooms
Tamiya filmed Milly in the girls room, who spoke to the camera. "Every girl knows of the long lines for the girls room. Our own Tamiya Diop believes she has found alternative solutions. Ms. Diop, you may speak." The camera was placed on a counter as Tamiya stepped in front. "When was the last time a girl really had to pee but the line for the bathroom was too long?" "Yesterday," said Milly. "I waited for several minutes in line and I got in, all the stalls were taken. It was too much for me to take, and I peed on the floor and ran out before anyone saw." Tamiya patted her shoulder. "I'm sure you're not the only girl who has resorted to desperate measures. That is why I am showing a couple solutions any girl may use. For my first and more daring, if you will accompiny me, I will take you to a suitable place."
They continued filming in the boys room, which was empty and the door locked. "You really mean daring," said Milly. "This is something I discovered from your standing lessons," said Tamiya. "I believe I know your idea," said Milly. "I'll try it too." Both girls took a urinal and lowered their clothing. They let out two streams into the urinals, the camera placed where it could film the action. The girls finished, flushed, and shook themselves dry before pulling on their clothes. "So you would suggest using the boys room for girls who can stand," said Milly. "Why not?" asked Tamiya. "There are no lines in the boys room and when you gotta go, you gotta go?" "What would say to those who are uncomfortable about exposing your privates to mixed company?" asked Milly.
"We're all human," said Tamiya. "We all have to pee. If we can all stand, the differences might not matter." "But there may be girls who can't stand or are unwilling to use the boys room," said Milly. "Which I respect," said Tamiya. "That is why I will next show you how girls can pee in the girls room if no stalls are available." They went back to the empty girls room where they together peed on the floor and in the sink. "After all, it can be washed away, so there's harm," said Tamiya. "I would also advocate for urinals in girls rooms for girls who can stand." "What are your thoughts for peeing in the showers?" asked Milly. "I say go for it," said Tamiya. "Why would you get out and get back in when the water can just wash it away? It's just like the sink solution I have provided." "So there you have it, fellow viewers," said Milly. "I hope these solutions we have provided will help many girls."
Chapter 4: Peeing in the Pool
At the empty pool, Milly reported. "Peeing in the pool. It may not be as bad as you may think. I say go for it. Our own Tamiya Diop is here to ask questions on my belief. Ms. Diop, you may ask what you want." "Thank you, Ms. Solovieff," said Tamiya, putting the camera on a bench as she stepped in front. "My main question is how do you justify peeing in the pool?" "Convience," said Milly. "It's too much trouble to get out of the water, go to the bathroom, and come back. We're surrounded by water anyway. I don't think it's much different from peeing in a lake or ocean, which is full of animal and plant life."
"I will admit it's cold coming out of the water," said Tamiya. "Can you clarify a few myths?" "I believe I know what myths you are referring to," said Milly. "There is no such thing as a dye in the water to catch you and the chlorinated water is enough that peeing in the pool will cause no health concerns. Now if you are convinced, I will teach you and our viewers how to tinkle in the water without being noticed." Tamiya joined Milly in the water, both in their swimsuits. "Some say peeing near a drain," said Milly. "I would advise caution as drains should not be approached too closely. The key is submerging yourself like so. If you are too near the surface, this will happen." She rose and the water frothed and bubbled around her.
Tamiya tried it fully submerged, feeling herself peeing into her swimsuit and the water getting warmer. "That's the best way to do it," said Milly, who could feel the warm water around Tamiya. "This is my next lesson," said Milly. "There's nothing you can do about the warm water. The best thing to do is keep a distance from anyone and move out of the spot when you can." "What would you say to those who may pull down their bathing suit?" asked Tamiya. "It's optional," said Milly. "It's not needed, but some may do so until they are more comfortable going in the water. It's all about comfort." "So these rules apply to other bodies of water as well," said Tamiya. "All bodies of water are the same," said Milly. They got out and dried off. "This concludes our top story for the day," said Milly. The two girls waved at the camera, saying, "Until next time, happy peeing, everyone!"
Epilogue
Milly and Tamiya laughed as they watched the footage. "This could be our best story yet," said Tamiya. "Of course only us will ever see it," said Milly. "I would never post one of those stories ever again." "Either way, I think our journalism skills have improved," said Tamiya. "I feel we got a lot of practice," said Milly. The girls hid the footage where only they would find it and continued their work for the latest story.
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Welcome to another installment of how can I be horrible to my characters. Although for this campaign I have co-opted a WOTC character which I make no claims to Aurelia and Blooper has claimed Akroma for his own.
As a warning this story does have a rape in it. It is not something I condone or eroticize I just thought I would point it out, it's not explicit but the King is a really evil man x.x I don't think it's against the TOS but I can reupload with the brief part cut out if necessary.
Anyway, with all the disclaimers out of the way here we are. Originally it was suppose to be much shorter but it kept going on and on and turned out much longer than intended.
Fall From a Broken Realm
Aurelia the Treasonous
“Come on move!” she growled ushering people through the swirling vortex. The angel took off from her position with a gust from her powerful wings. Flying overhead she surveyed the burning wreckage of their once great city. It was lost, the entire plane was overrun by the seemingly endless Metaxian forces. While the Elholm Angels made a valiant stand slaying swaths of the dark forces in the end only the capital city remain and now only just. She took in the once grand city as she flew letting out a sigh as the city and all its refugees evacuated through the dimensional gateway. It was a last ditch effort to save the denizens of the realm and so far it was going smoothly. The heroic vanguards still fought among the city streets staying off the waves of attackers selflessly sacrificing themselves so that the others would have enough time to flee. The red hair flowed through the sky as she flew. Her armor bore the scars of constant fighting. The bags under her eyes were indicative of the lack of sleep she'd experienced in the past few days.
The remaining stragglers were finally clear of the portal and she knew it was time to signal the remaining fighters to evacuate if they could before the planar gate deteriorated. Landing atop the large still untouched spire of the royal Hierophants she dashed to the large horn and breathed through it blowing out the deep rumbling signal to the rest of the vanguards in the city. She prayed that her forces were still alive and had heard the signal. Taking a deep breath she blew a second resounding blast of noise through the city. Sensing the evil presence creeping behind her she drew her swords without hesitation. Whirling around she eviscerated the Metaxian soldier into two lifeless twitching lumps. The sound of buffeting air filled her ears as another angelic form landed beside her. “Warleader, the remaining Vanguards are retreating to the portal! We should be moving.” he said near out of breath his swords covered in the oozing blood of the wicked. She nodded at one of her most trusted advisers before they leapt over the railing taking flight towards the portal. All over the city similar figures rose from the streets streaming towards the portal. The dauntless vanguards had fought their last battle and while it pained Aurelia to abandon the once great city she knew fighting to the death a foolish choice. It was better to let the realm collapse under the imbalance of magic than sacrifice life needlessly.
Every inhabitant had contributed what magic they could in assistance of creating such a powerful portal needed to transcend planes. She stared at the swirling portal that loomed on the raised dais. The other angelic soldiers began to land behind her some dripping with the blood of their enemies some wounded. When the last of the soldiers had landed she began orating. Urgency filled her commanding voice as she spoke with her comrades. “Vanguards, never forget those who laid down their lives today. With your valiant deeds today we have secured our peoples safety and eternal gratitude. I do not know where we will end up but the chance to start anew is not given lightly. Into the portal and do not look back!” She commanded as all those around her saluted. Despite being a petite seven and a half feet tall her voice held a presence that kept the other soldiers rapt in her words before they made their way through the portal.
When she was the sole remaining citizen she turned walking backwards towards the portal she gave one last look of longing at her home. She was almost swayed by the temptation to stay and fight until the end and go in a blaze of glory. She shook her head and dismissed the crazy notion stepping through the portal. As she began phasing through she saw him; one of the Grand Viziers riding his massive winged serpent. Leveling his staff at the portal he fired a powerful bolt of necrotic energy. She raised her hands instinctively but she was consumed by the portal as the magic collided into the gate. Having already begun to destabilize the portal entrance dissipated from existence as Aurelia was torn from one plane of reality to another her destination thrown off by the interfering magic.
One second she was in the capital city and in an instant she felt as if her very soul was being torn from her body as she plummeted through dimensions. As suddenly as she found herself stepping through the portal she found herself materializing midair hurtling towards the ground. The angel panicked, trying to find the strength to move her powerful wings to stabilize her descent. She could only muster a few beats of her wings before plummeting through the branches of a waiting tree crashing into the ground. The commotion of her sudden fall from the sky startled the surrounding people who after taking cover slowly made their way out to see what had landed in the middle of the park. She didn't think she could stand if she tried. Every fiber of her being screamed in pain as she slowly rolled over trying to gather her bearings. “R...radiant? Fearless?...” she called out weakly for some of the vanguards that served under her. All she heard were the murmurs of the Hybernian capital city's denizens.
“Is that... an angel?” “It can't be...” “Did she just fall from the sky?” The people muttered amongst themselves all keeping their distance surrounding the armored angel. Living under the tyrant mage king it certainly wasn't the strangest thing ever witnessed however it was not every day where a gorgeous angelic vanguard plummeted to the ground in the capital city. The people were shortly dispatched as the rythmic tromping of steel greaves echoed in her ears. As her vision finally sharpened she was greeted by a regiment of the capital's guard. Ultimately pulling herself to her feet she winced at the sharp pain from one of her wings. “Injured... possibly broken.” she muttered to herself. To her surprise the soldiers all drew their swords holding them at the angel who stared wide eyed holding her hands up in sheer confusion. “W...what's going on where am I!?” she asked aloud her voice filled with unease. The captain of the guard stepped forward ignoring her question. “Under the order of the High King Lord Kerric you are under arrest for trespassing on the sovereign ground of Eastwall, capital of Hybernia. Whatever nation you represent has declared war on Hybernia and you will be the first to fall under the might of our king!” he proclaimed aloud. She stared on in disbelief. Tresspassing? Act of war? This couldn't be right she shook her head trying to make sense of it all. She briefly considered trying to dart away into the sky, but with her injured wing and many of the soldiers having a crossbow strapped to their back she decided it best not to risk ending up taking hail of bolts. Surely this was all a misunderstanding. She would be given an audience with King Kerric and diplomacy and tact would prevail to settle this whole issue.
She winced as the guardsmen grabbed her, roughly binding her wrists behind her back. She hadn't noticed it before but it was rather peculiar. In her realm she was considered petite at only seven and a half feet tall whereas the average was somewhere closer to eight, some of the larger angels even upwards of ten bordering on eleven feet tall. Here though even the larger soldiers couldn't match her height and in her armor she towered over some of the smaller figures. She winced limping through the streets surrounded by the soldiers. She made note of her surroundings as they marched her through the streets towards the palace. While it couldn't match the splendor of home the capital city as they called it was quite impressive.
She stayed silent for the duration of the march. The captured angel was awestruck when they arrived in the palace. Orbs of light suspended by magic illuminated the oppulent but sinister surroundings. It was clear no expense was skimped upon when it came to designing the war palace of this wicked king. After what seemed like ages they arrived in the throne room where the king sat looking out over his city through a large window. “Ahhh yes, the intruder.” he said his voice dripping with disdain. Turning to address the room he walked slowly towards the angel. She bowed immediately showing her respects hoping they could solve this little issue with words as she was in no position to use force. He wore the appearance of a battle mage rather than a king. His robes were adorned with gold and jewels however he looked as if at a moment’s notice he would be ready for battle.
“My apologies King, I did not mean to disturb the sanctity of your capital. It was by complete chance I ended up in your city.” she began explaining. He nodded pretending to listen. “Guards remove her visage.” he commanded curious to see the face behind the voice of the towering woman. One of the guards walked up from behind her undoing the various straps and buckles that held her helmet on and slowly pulled it away. With the helmet removed her porcelain skin was revealed. Kerric paused for a moment seemingly stunned not having expecting such an elegant beauty to reside underneath the helm. She continued her impassioned plea for mercy further explaining her situation. “I am lost and alone. I would bid your permission to search your lands for my people and if they are not there I will move my search elsewhere.” she said finishing her short diatribe. The king circled her as she spoke every so often reaching out caressing her wing out of curiosity or touching her angel forged armor.
When she finished speaking he stopped in front of her staring deep into her sparkling eyes. Feigning deep thought he grinned. “No. I would be a fool to grant such freedom to an enemy agent, especially one with such a silver tongue as yourself. I will not grant you any such freedom. You will be taken to the dungeon immediately and tomorrow you will face execution for even entertaining the notion you could infiltrate my kingdom.” he proclaimed aloud to all in the room. She could barely believe the words coming from his mouth, executed... “W...wait, no... king please I beseech you reconsider!” she stammered as he motioned for the guards to drag her away. He stood with a twisted smirk watching her squirm and struggle as the guards forced her out of the room.
Once they were out of the room her demeanor changed entirely now that it was past the point of diplomacy. She struggled harder the guards having difficulty restraining the powerful woman. “By Sarenrae's wrath I will see each of you slain!” she growled threateningly. “I will watch Kerric's empire burn under the blazing retribution of the righteous!” she shouted until more guards arrived one managing to wrap a scrap of rag around her mouth silencing the vengeful angel somewhat. Forcing her into the cell they began the arduous task of removing her armor. It was to be delivered to the king's personal trophy room on his request. Eventually the plate mail was removed and she stood armorless wearing nothing but her fairly plain underclothes. It was a whirlwind of activity but as soon as she was removed of her armor she felt heavy bracelets of ferrous metal attached to her wrists and ankles. The soldiers scurried off taking various pieces of her armor with them until the solid steel gates clanked shut behind them. How had this all gone so horribly wrong she pondered to herself staring out at the cloudless sky through a grated window?
Lying on what could barely pass as a bed the gravity of her situation finally began to sink in. The fire with which she had struggled and cursed the soldiers faded and she stared at the dank stone ceiling of the dungeon. She was utterly alone, and tomorrow would be executed for actions beyond her control by a man she could see now had no goodness in his heart. The proud warrior finally broke down and began to weep. She felt powerless and frightened in this strange land; two emotions that were utterly alien to the once great vanguard. Eventually she managed to dry her eyes. Lamenting her situation she regretted not having stayed to die in glorious battle, at least then her death would be on her own terms.
She lay on the bed like a sculpture as time ticked inexorably by. Her only movement was a wince when the nagging from her bladder grew to an annoying level. Having noticed there was not even a chamber pot provided in the cell she just grit her teeth and held it. It was a maddeningly tedious prospect, waiting for you own death. She tried to shut her eyes and meditate but each time her mind ran wild concocting vivid scenes of her own execution. Time continued to drag on until late afternoon when the tedium of staring at the stone ceiling was broken by the clicking of a lock engaging. An unseen door at the end of the hall opened and she heard heavy footsteps approaching her cell. The guard opened her cell door and placed an ornate tray with a generous helping of stewed meats and vegetables along with a goblet of wine. “Your last meal.” The guard stated before locking her cell door and leaving as promptly as he had arrived. She ignored the interruption to her solitude but every so faintly the tantalizing smell of finely prepared food lured her up. Pulling herself out of the bed she stretched before sitting on the cold floor examining the food. Her stomach growled hungrily and she was quite hungry. She had barely nibbled a small breakfast the day of their final escape and it had been many hours since then she guessed. It smelled so good she just couldn’t resist. With the clumsy wooden spoon provided she dug in savoring the food as it was the only high point of her day. She finished with a rather unladylike belch and looked at the glass of wine. It had made her quite thirsty but the idea of adding more liquid to sloshing contents of her bladder didn’t seem like a particularly wise idea. In the end she settled upon only drinking half the cup to quench her thirst. Feeling rather full and lethargic from the food she resumed her position lying in bed. This time however, her mind drifted to emptiness as she fell into a trance like state of relaxation aided by the satisfying fullness in her stomach.
She was entranced quite deeply despite the hay stuffed. The moon was high overhead when she was pulled from her meditation with a start as a painful cramp threatened her hold over her water. She grimaced feeling a rumble that worryingly signaled a need to do her secondary business as well. Crawling out of bed she realized she didn’t have many options. Moving to a corner of the room she slowly pulled down her pants and was about to remove her underwear so she could urinate on the floor like an animal. She stopped though hearing the familiar clicking of a lock disengaging and someone enter the hallway. Redressing herself she winced at the pressure her pants suddenly put back on her very full bladder. She rushed back to her bed pretending to sit nonchalantly as she was surprised to see the figure of Kerric watching her through the bars. “Tis a shame I have to execute you.” He began before opening the door to her cell. “Up against that wall angel.” He pointed to a side of the cell as he issued the command. She couldn’t tell what the mage was playing at but just wishing to be alone so she could relieve herself in the corner she acquiesced without saying anything. He pulled a small gadget from his robe. She watched him sharply and when he pressed a button she heard a hum before the metal bracelets she wore were pulled towards the wall splaying her arms and legs apart. She was held fast and despite her straining muscles the iron bangles would barely budge against the magnetic force.
The angelic woman had worse problems yet. The sudden force of her legs being splayed apart caused her to leak urine into her underwear dampening the gusset. She blushed hotly at the childish act. She was the Warleader the mightiest of the Vanguards and here she was on the verge of urinating in her clothes like an incontinent babe. If the metaxian forces could see the predicament she found herself in now they would surely laugh themselves to death. “What is the meaning of this!?” she growled at him not able to keep herself cordial towards the king any longer. He ignored her frustrated question and brandished the device in front of her. “Isn’t magic such a wondrous force. Lightning powers this device. Run it along a wire and…“ he paused snapping his fingers. “Any sort of iron is immediately restrained… although showing off my trinkets is not why I pay you this late night visit. I am a mere man angel. A man of flesh and blood like any other.” Her bowels trembled uneasily and her bladder ached for relief as she broke his gaze looking away. “You will look me in the eyes when I address you!” he shouted slapping her across the face. She winced feeling another spurt dampen her underwear this time rolling down her muscular thigh before being absorbed by her loose fitting cotton pants. “If you wish to skip the pleasantries though I am happy to oblige.” He said with a wicked smirk before grabbing her jaw forcing his lips against hers kissing her deeply. She went wide eyed as he violated her. His free hand massaged her breast through her tunic. Desperately she tried to pull away but she could barely move and his hand kept her head locked against his.
His free hand slowly made its way towards the join of her legs where her intimate regions were still hidden under her clothes. He kept kissing her ravenously but froze as his fingers brushed the wetness that had seeped into her pants. Pulling back he had a curious look on his face as he rubbed his fingers together before sniffing. His expression turned to one of disgust as he realized what the liquid what. “I thought I captured an angel not an incontinent toddler.” He taunted with a guffaw. “What is your title then, your armor was for fighting. I know you were a soldier of sorts.” He asked. When she remained silent he slapped her again and she yelped feeling another dribble leak from her tortured bladder. “Aurelia… warleader of the battlesworn vanguards.” She said quietly as he continued groping and prodding at her. His hand brushed her stomach and she winced at the slight pressure added to her bladder as she lost control for a brief moment a damp stain visible on her pants. He just smirked “yes, the mighty warleader restrained and wetting herself like an invalid.” He laughed continuing to taunt her as he kept one groping her with one hand and with the other began kneeding her bladder. She gasped squirming under him but it was no use. Her urge was great and his fingers felt of stone as he kneeded and jabbed at her bladder. She choked back a sob feeling her control slowly falter accompanied by a muffled hiss. The liquid began flowing down her legs as well as pooling in her pants before saturating the fabric and splashing noisily onto the floor. The king took a step back leaving the angel to empty her bladder uncontrollably admiring his handiwork. “Pathetic, calling yourself a soldier when you’re not even house broken.” He continued berating her as he pulled out a small dagger cutting off her pants leaving the shredded cloth in a sodden heap in the puddle beneath her. Gripping the material of her underwear he tugged it up digging the fabric humiliatingly into her nether region. She began crying in earnest once again but the king cared not as he disrobed.
It was the single most degrading experience of her life. She felt her panties pulled to the side before the nauseating act began. Clenching her fists she shut her eyes trying to block out the world around her. All she could hear were the rhythmic movements and animalistic grunts and moans of the king as he violated her. The angel could only tremble in impotent rage as she felt her very womanhood taken from her and worse yet the painful rumbling in her bowels had only intensified. It went on a seemingly endless amount of time and she could only hold off the physical stirrings of pleasure for so long. Revolted with her body she groaned feeling ripples of pleasure intermingling with the overwhelming pain of needing to relieve herself. She panted doing her best to control herself when she felt it he suddenly twitched and held her sides tightly. The feeling almost made her throw up as she felt him release inside her. Thick sticky white liquid dripped from her disgraced slit as he removed himself and began to redress. Panting she caught her breath her wild red hair matted by sweat. She allowed herself a small smirk feeling a sense of victory as she’d not let him make her climax or possibly worse; soil herself she thought feeling her bowels gurgle painfully again.
“See how benevolent I am angel? I give you one last night of pleasure before your death. The women of my kingdom would give anything to lay with me. You should feel honored I chose you for tonight.” She just scoffed defiantly “The only thing I felt was an impotent king’s pathetic excuse for manhood trying desperately to satisfy a woman; something it’s probably nev…” she never finished her insult before the king clenched his fist delivering a blow across her jaw. She turned her head back to face him and saw his enraged expression and just smirked her high constitution paying off as she shrugged off the hit. The angel then performed possibly the rudest act she’d ever done and spit in the man’s face which only enraged him further. “You should know your place angel.” He said coldly before his eyes began to glow and he raised his hands unleashing a gout of lightning arcing from his palms. The magic slammed into her and her whole world spun. Her muscles spasmed in pain contorting against her restraints as he brutally electrocuted her. When he finally stopped the smell of piss intermingled with singed skin made hung thick in the air of the cell. She twitched against the restraints left over currents of magic running through her body, her breathing ragged and shallow. Her eyes fluttered open in time to see him delivering another blow to her cheek. This time she did not shrug it off weakened by the magic she grunted in pain. He didn’t relent delivering solid blow after blow ruthlessly beating the helpless outsider. Even with her otherworldly strength she was no match for the wizard.
Each blow tested her control and soon all she could do was struggle to keep her muscles clenched in a desperate bid to keep from soiling herself. She grunted and whimpered under each blow feeling the solid mass threatening to force its way through her anus. It finally happened as he delivered a rather painful uppercut to her lower stomach. She coughed eyes wide as the scene seemed to slow down for her flecks of blood and saliva spraying from her mouth. Her body was no longer obeying her mind as her muscles began to push instinctively. The king pulled back momentarily giving her reprieve as he noticed the sudden helpless look on her face. He wrinkled his nose as he was assaulted by the foul smell of his prisoner soiling herself. The relief was overwhelming as each log of shit was expelled from her body smushing against her underwear. The seat of her once clean panties bulged out drooping from the angels disgusting excrement. The king’s laughter once again filled her ears drowning out the wet crackling noise of her bowel movement. “You fetid little thing, you couldn’t even control yourself and defecated in your clothing.” He taunted. Fanning the air mockingly he sneered. “I am going to take my leave before the stench of your poopy accident fills this entire cell block. She said nothing only looked down in shame her cheeks glowing with humiliation at Kerric’s words. The king left her hanging by her wrists to dangle in her own filth. She could only glare at the king as he left and she was completely overwhelmed by the night’s events. It was then, she did not know how and she did not know when but she would see his kingdom burn.
She had completely lost track of time but her arms ached from hanging as she did. The sticky sickly feeling of her own shit pressed against her skin along with the filthy stench made her perpetually sick to her stomach. To make things worse the urine that had doused her legs left them with a maddening itch that no matter how hard she squirmed against her restraints she could not sate. The once proud Vanguard was a pitiful sight. Her eyes only half open she snapped to attention seeing the sudden flicker of movement that seemed to dart under her bed. “What was that!?” she shouted squirming fruitlessly against her bonds. She stared intently against her bed waiting for whatever she had seen to emerge but after minutes of nothing resigned herself to her mind playing tricks on her in her hour of despair. She returned to her miserable state of dejection before it darted out from under her bed. She let out a piercing shriek as it came into full view. It was a hideous creature mangy mottled fur and beady black eyes. It was nothing she’d ever seen before and she let out a whimper calling for help. “Gu…Guard! There’s a creature in my cell!” she called out her voice trembling as she caught sight of its large fangs. She writhed and twisted as the strange creature approached her foot.
“Guaaaaard!” she cried out again as the thing began sniffing her foot. She heard the disengaging of the lock at the hall and a gruff voice call out “quit yer screaming I’m right here.” She let out a yelp in pain as she felt it sink its large teeth into her foot before retreating to the middle of her cell staring up at the angel her blood dripping from its mouth. The guard gagged at the smell as he approached her cell fanning the air. “What is it?” he snapped at her angrily. “Th…that beast in the middle of my cell! It.. it bit me!” she stammered out as the guard looked at her rather perplexed not seeing anything before he turned his gaze down. “What do you mean the rat? They not have those where you come from?” He guffawed in disbelief that the massive woman was screaming about a little rat. “I… just remove it from my cell this instant!” she demanded. “You know, you’re being executed for treason tomorrow if anything I should ask for all the rats in Eastwall be brought to your cell!” he said with a smirk as her face paled and she looked at him helplessly. With a heavy iron click he entered her cell slowly sneaking upon the statuesque creature before swooping it up in his hands. “I see he’s already taken a nibble.” He noted aloud seeing the blood staining its mandibles. She breathed a sigh of relief seeing him capture the repulsive beast but her relief was short lived as he approached her holding the rat out with an evil grin. “See, just a harmless little rat.” He said with a chuckle watching the angel squirm in her restraints trying to move as far away from the creature when he held it to her face. “It just wants a kiss” he said mockingly holding it mere inches from her face. It snapped at her gnashing its jagged teeth together before hissing in anger. The sudden terrible noise combined with the twisted face of a creature she’d never encountered before frightened the angel. The small amount of liquid that had accumulated in her bladder began dribbling out rewarming her still damp underwear slowly making her thighs glisten with wetness once again. The guard guffawed again seeing her terrified reaction and tossed the rat to the ground as he left locking the cell behind him. The rat quickly scampered off after its impromptu flight which mercifully left a blushing Aurelia alone for the remainder of the night.
Doing her best to ignore the intense ache from not being able to sit or stand she spent her last hours meditating, praying to Sarenrae begging for forgiveness for her childish misdeeds unbecoming of a vanguard; as well as praying for the strength to somehow against all odds escape. In the middle of one of her prayers she heard voices as the locks disengaged at the end of the hall. Without warning the magnetic force restraining her wrists and ankles dissipated. The fell to her hands and knees but her stiff muscles sore from being held in their awkward positions for so long gave out and she landed on her stomach. It was glorious agony as her muscles slowly acclimated to freedom. She could only catch snippets of the voices speaking. She recognized the king speaking “Bind her wrists… bring her as she is.” Aurelia shuddered not even being given the dignity to face her execution in clean underclothes. Moments later soldiers flooded her cell ignoring her messy condition tying her wrists roughly behind her back before escorting her out of the cell.
It was a long walk and the soldiers gave her no reprieve as her legs stumbled only shoving her along until they reached a large central platform. The king was waiting with that wicked smirk he always seems to wear. A few others stood by his side but Aurelia knew not who they were nor did she care to. Next to them the looming figure of the hooded executioner. Each step was torture enough as a rash had begun growing between her legs kept in contact with her waste so long. Finally she was shoved roughly on stage one guard accompanying her as she nearly stumbled falling on her face. A large crowed stared on and Aurelia could not bear to look out at the sea of faces. “My people.” The king began, magically amplifying his voice. “This is the face of those who betray me and this is their fate. Executed, wallowing in their cowardice having marveled at my power! This agent was sent to infiltrate my land gain my secrets right under my own nose under the guise of innocence. Let this be a lesson to those who would think to challenge my hand. There is no one who can escape my wrath should they turn against me not even the holiest of creatures.” He finished his monologue and signaled to the executioner.
She couldn’t help but tremble with rage at his twisted words and the moment he finished she knew her opportunity was now. With everyone applauding the king she sprung. Having her wrists restrained made things difficult but she managed deliver a staggering kick to the guard accompanying her on stage sending him flying off the platform into a handful of other soldiers before lunging at the approaching executioner. She threw all her weight into the blow knocking the barrel chested man backwards and off balance. As he stumbled back nearly landing on the king she leapt unfurling her wings and darting into the air. It was an awkward thing flying with her hands behind her back but she made do as she took off shooting through the streets staying as low as possible. She heard the king crying out in rage as he shoved the executioner aside. “Fire, soldiers, do not let her live!”
It started as a single bolt whizzing by followed by another then another. Soon she was flying through a hail of crossbow fire flying as wildly as she could to avoid projectiles. Soldiers seemed to pour for every street corner firing at her as she made a frantic bid for freedom. The wall of the city came into view and renewed her vigor as she found a burst of speed shooting towards freedom. A wayward bolt struck her wing piercing straight through. Her wing felt afire as she saw the crimson stain radiating from the bolt hole. Momentarily she lost altitude and cried out from the pain of pushing so hard with a brutal injury. She was barely fazed and continued her path and seconds later she was over the wall not before she felt another bolt tear into her flesh. The rod lodged itself deep in her arm and she struggled against her bindings wanting nothing more than to clutch her upper arm to soothe the pain.
While the tools of war did little to slow her down the king was not letting his prize catch slip away so easily. She had thought herself home free until she saw the storm cloud rapidly converging above her position. The crystalline blue of the ocean lay beneath her and she could see the sands of the beach. The first roll of thunder shook her body with concussive force as a blistering bolt of lightning arced to the water below. Another bolt and another as the storm intensified and seemed to be focussing on her. Lightning seared the sky and finally a powerful bolt connected as she made her way towards the shore. Her hole body tensed up as she plummeted from the sky. The electrified angel felt numb all over as she teetered between consciousness and the warm caress of unconsciousness. The only sensation was the air wooshing faster and faster around her as she approached terminal velocity. Like a shot of adrenaline she slapped clumsily into the icy waters of the Eastwall coast. The chilling water sharpened her attention and despite careening wildly into the water she managed to kick her way to the surface sputtering and gasping for breath. She struggled with every last ounce of strength trying to make it ashore. Her wings sodden with sea water only weighed her down and with her wrists bound she constantly found herself dipping underwater inhaling large gulps of the salty brine.
The light was fading quickly as she fought against the large waves each breath becoming more labored and she hacked trying to expel the water that was attempting to drown her. One last wave, one last kick. She kept repeating it to herself until the white wash of the breakwater finally tumbled her ashore. She shuddered coughing trying to rid herself of the water and finally vomited in between gasping for air as the sweet tendrils of unconsciousness enveloped the angel.
Meanwhile a good many yards from the beach a young cleric who had witnessed the whole thing. A peculiar girl who's stormy domain lent her many curious qualities of which Aurelia would come to know later. She had seen the angel emerge from over the walls in the distance she had just looked like a red spec but as she grew closer. Ari could make out the figure of a woman with wings? Then the sudden storm, the bolt of lightning and the figure washed up on shore. She wanted to help but knew better than to get any closer to the water. She saw the winged woman laying unconscious on the sand.
She tore down the path which she had walked down to watch the waves. “She needs help... who can I get? Who's close..” the wandering cleric not too familiar with the area fumbled over her thoughts trying to think of who she could ask for help. She didn't know many people in the area and had only met a few she had actually conversed with. “Fine I guess it has to be him...” she muttered as she kept running. Soon enough she had come across a rather small cottage and pounded on the door. “N...Neji open up!” she said panting for breath. A few moments later and she found herself looking down at the gnome. “Oh, it's you.” the mage said with a grin looking at the cleric. “Rethink my offer?” he asked with a perverse grin. Ari just twitched in annoyance and just pointed back the way she had ran. “No.... woman... washed up on the beach escaped from eastwall!” she shouted between catching her breath. “So someone flew the coup why should I care?” the short mage asked crossing his arms. The cleric just glared sharply before shouting. “I... I think she's an angel... and she has big boobs!” she could almost smack herself for saying that but it was sure to get the lecherous gnomes attention.
“Well why didn't you say so, the Kerric's soldiers are sure to be looking for her. Nobody just escapes out of Eastwall like that. If you carry me it'll be faster.” he said with a slight grin. “you know, short legs and all.” Ari just rolled her eyes but knelt letting him climb on her back. The cleric took off running this time weighted down by her companion who wouldn't have trouble dealing with water. A short while later they were arriving in the dunes a ways away from the water. The gnome hopped off seeing the mop of tangled red hair lapped at by the gentle water from the crashing of the waves. Scurrying towards the angels side he put his hand on her shuddering form. “Oh dear...” he muttered as he checked her pulse relieved to find she had one. He put his ear to her mouth hearing her shallow breaths. “Well at least she's alive.” the gnome went around poking and prodding at her. She was indeed very attractive and enrapt in her beauty he failed to notice the detachment of king's soldiers searching for a body. Ari watched from the dunes wide eyed trying to signal the gnome somehow but didn't want to draw the attention of the soldiers to herself.
“You, gnome. Move away from the traitor.” one of the nameless soldiers said in a gruff voice. “By order of the king she is to die for treason.” The gnome looked at the soldiers in confusion. “Surely you must be mistaken...” he said holding his hands up. “Move it gnome, I aint ask ya, I'm telling!” he shouted drawing his sword prompting his compatriots to to the same as the began to surround him. “Fools...” the gnome's hands moved and began to glow as he muttered a single spell. The soldiers blinked in confusion before dropping to the ground in a deep slumber. “That's better, those buffons trying to get in between me and this angelic beauty. Ok darling I'll be gentle I promise. Up you go.” he cast another spell the angels body suddenly floating. Looking around to make sure there were no more of the king's buffoons around he began pushing the dripping angel. Ari kept her distance from the soaking wet woman and the trio made their way back to the gnome's cottage.
They arrived at the small domicile and paused out front. “Ok, Ari she needs a few things. First, given your shocking nature I'm going to clean her up. She had a bit of an accident and has a rash that needs taking care of. I need you to fetch some bandages from town she's got two deep wounds and the bandages I have will need to be changed so best we have spares.” He flicked his hands at the cleric who still stared at the large woman for once taking in her size doing her best to ignore the brown stain smudged on her panties. “Ahhh yes... I'll be back.” she said before taking off quickly towards the nearest outpost.
“Now you my dear... what happened to you. How did Kerric get his grubby little power mad hands on you.” he said as he ran his hand over her thigh. Pulling out his dagger he sliced the rope binding her wrist and freed her arms. “Sorry about this lass but I think you'll prefer some clean dry clothes.” he said with a chuckle at the thought of her reaction. He gingerly removed her soiled underwear most of her solid waste having been washed away by her impromptu dip in the ocean. He removed her shirt taking a good look at her ample chest underneath before running inside grabbing damp cloth. With a gentle touch he wiped away the last of her mess and frowned at the irritated skin before turning his attention to her soaked clothes. He snapped his fingers and with a bit of prestidigitation her underclothes found themselves mostly clean and dry once again. Grabbing her underwear he slowly slipped the clothes up her length legs before moving to her upper body. “Got to take care of that bolt before I let you sleep. Ok, take a deep breath” he said with a chuckle as he wrapped both hands around the protruding projectile. With a hearty yank the rod was pulled free and blood gushed from the wound. Dutifully he began bandaging the deep would doing the best he could on such short notice. “That'll have to do for now.” he said with an approving nod before slipping her back into her shirt. With the angel still floating he moved her inside dropping her on his bed.
It was a rather awkward sight, the seven foot angel sprawled out overhanging the small person's bed. “That's all I got. So no complaining about the accommodations” he said with a chuckle as he grabbed a thick blanket tossing it over the sleep angels form. Aurelia slept for the remainder of the day and well into the next morning.
Ari had returned and was outside with Neji as she prepared them both a bite to eat as they waited to see if the sleeping outsider would recover. Partway through their first bite the heard it a sudden burst of noise and chaos from inside the house. “I um think she's up!” the gnome shouted running to open the door. Aurelia had woken with a start unfurling her large wings in the small living area she began to panic her extra appendages not suited for such a small room sent all sorts of trinkets and decorations clattering to the ground. “Whoa... calm down calm down!” The gnome yelled holding his hands out “You're going to destroy my house.” he shouted trying to get her attention. “Y..you? Who are you?! What's going on where am I what of the king!?” she slurred her questions launching them rapid fire as Ari came in behind the gnome. “It's ok, we helped you off that beach.” he began to explain. Aurelia nodded tossing back the blanket freezing as she did however when she looked down. The sheets were sodden and the small bed was near entirely soaked with her own urine. The mage just laughed “That's a nice map of Hybernia you painted in yer sleep.” The angel looked at him and the cleric wide eyed as a blush overwhelmed her face. “I... I never even... it.... I'm sorry... I...” Neji just shook his head “look you slept for an entire day... just head outside and I'll help you clean up again.” The angel got out of bed nearly having to crawl out of the cottage blushing again as she heard the gnome muttering about his bed being nearly completely soaked.
She stretched in the morning sunlight feeling her aches and pains encompass her body. She was just happy to be free of the king's bondage and alive. “Wait... again?” she asked when the gnome joined them outside. “Yes, again. I wasn't just going to let that rash of yours get worse while you slept in your soiled undies. I swear I didn't look more than necessary.” he said with a grin. She just sighed and muttered a quiet thank you before letting out a subdued yelp feeling her clothes prestidigitated clean once again. “What on earth was that?!” she exclaimed. “Just making you dry again. You can thank me later.” The angel clenched her fist and scowled. “Kerric, he's going to pay. I will see his empire burn. I have looked into his eyes and Sarenrae has judged his wickedness through me. By the Vanguard's righteous fire he will be purged! I hereby don the title The Treasonous with pride as my first act of defiance in the face of Kerric's madness!” she said her voice carrying the strength of her presence as the other two just stared giving each other confused looks. |
And Blooper's much more reasonably lengthed tale of the secretly perverted stalker angel who comes to aid Aurelia more in a bid to get in her pants >.>;;
First Night on Earth
(Akroma’s POV)
I closed my eyes, shutting out the sight of another city falling to the Metaxians. I still couldn’t believe Sandalphon refused to send help to our fellow angels, even if we haven’t always had the friendliest of relations in the past. The thought of Sandalphon pushed my anger even higher, and I angrily exited my house, slamming the door behind me. As I walked down the street, I saw the mighty palace of the King of Heaven and just shook my head in disgust. He had all the might of the Seven Mounting Heavens of Celestia behind him and he still refused to try and stop the Metaxian advance. They’d reach us too eventually, and we won’t have any allies left when they do.
I headed to the training area clear my head, and take out my anger on some poor recruits. I hadn’t been there in a while, and there was bound to be some new hotshots who didn’t know who I was or didn’t believe my prowess because of my size. I stand an even six feet tall, which is normal for a Ghaele or mortal races, but many angels are much larger. I walked on to the training grounds, searching for a good target. A few angels were gathered watching a massive Solar defeat a team of three smaller Planetars. I stepped up to watch, and got an excellent view of one of the Planetars falling to her knees, the Solar’s dancing practice sword taking her from behind and striking her repeatedly. The angel, driven to her knees by the blows, blushed deeply as her tight leather leggings and underwear were quickly soaked with urine, and she teleported off the field in shame. The other two Planetars the Solar engaged directly, bringing its massive practice sword slamming across. One managed to dodge, but the other took the hit square in the chest, and was launched a good distance away, and I assume she soiled herself in the process. She flew too far away to tell for certain however, and she slunk away from the field avoiding giving me a good view. The Solar turned to the last Planetar, and as the Solar’s dancing blade floated in behind her, a hissing sound could be heard as the Planetar’s tight leather shorts became saturated with a flood of pee. The back bulged out as well, waves of soft poop, expelled by fear as she was hopelessly surrounded, and the Solar began to laugh. Tears fell from the Planetar’s eyes, and she conceded defeat, to the laughter of many nearby angels. Slinking off the field in shame, she avoided meeting my gaze as I watched her go.
I stepped onto the field, and the Solar looked at me incredulously. She stood at least twice my height, and a normal Ghaele was weaker than a Planetar by far, much less a Solar. I’m not a normal Ghaele, however. I’m a Sentinel of Sandalphon, and not even a Solar has any business fighting me unless they’re much more powerful than your average Solar. “Let’s go” I told her, and she shrugged, her dancing sword returning to her side. I summoned a blade of light, bigger than me, meant to deal non-lethal damage. The Solar was taken aback by my sword, it’s size matching her own, despite our size difference, but she shrugged it off. A sound went off signaling the matches start, and she charged at me, her dancing sword and held sword working in a concerted attack pattern. I brought my blade in a devastating upwards slash, catching both of her blades and throwing them into the air. Dressed in nothing but panties and a metal breastpiece the her leak was very obvious as my surprising strength started her and caused a bit of fear to worm it’s way into her bladder. A few snickers could be heard from the crowd, and she angrily jumped back to retrieve her weapons, summoning a barrage of magical blades towards me as she did. Following close behind, I summoned a wall of force, which her barrage of blades sparked off of and she just barely managed to stop herself from hitting. She glared through the wall of force, but I was already gone, leaving behind only a short lived illusion as I appeared behind her. When she felt the blade of my sword at her neck, surprisingly similar to the feel of cold steel, it was too much for her confidence, and the massive woman’s underwear was flooded with a powerful stream of pee. The hissing was deafening as some fell between her legs and more ran down them. Blushing fiercely she dropped her sword and dismissed her dancing blade, conceding defeat rather than risk further soiling. Somewhat satisfied, I left that area, wandering the massive training grounds for another good target.
Soon enough, I found two other Sentinels training, with a third watching. I didn’t know them personally, but their distinctive blades of light marked them to me. Walking over, I watched the two male Sentinels fight to a draw, neither able to gain the advantage. Seemingly exhausted, they left the area. I turned to the female Sentinel who had been watching.
“Enjoying their show?” I asked her, and she smiled.
“Perhaps I was.” She responded.
I shook my head. My preferences tended towards other females, a rare preference especially among angels. “Care for a fight?” I asked, hoping to face a more competent opponent.
“I suppose”, she replied. Rising, we walked into the fighting area. I summoned my greatsword, and she brought two shimmering swords to life, wincing at the size of my weapon. I looked her up and down, analyzing her as best I could. She was a Ghaele as well, and about the same height. She was thin and athletic, as opposed to my full and muscled physique, and she was armored with a mithral chain shirt and skirt, which I occasionally could see a pair of black panties peeking out from under. We circled each other, neither wanting to make the first move. Finally, I stepped forward, sending my greatsword stabbing forward. She brought her twin swords up in a cross, attempting ot push my blade up and away, but as I stepped in with the thrust, I dismissed by blade and her swords flew up, the contact they were expecting gone.
Thrown off balance, she could only desperately try and bring her swords down as I stepped in and delivered a blow to her stomach, staggering her. A quick stream of pee trailed down her legs, and she stepped back defensively to recover. As she did, I called my blade once again, launching into a series of overhand strikes, driving her back to the edge of the designated area. Trapped, she desperately rolled forward, swords stabbing form two angels to force me to retreat or take the hit, her roll going inside the reach of my larger sword. I stepped backward, a small leak staining my panties as I felt the tips of her blades barely miss me. Inside my reach, she pressed the attack, and I desperately defended with the close part of my blade, but she was driving me back. As my defense started to falter, my bladder did as well. I felt first one leak, then another, then another. My panties quickly became soaked, urine running down my legs as my bladder completely gave out in panic and fear. Her smile grew wider as she saw my weakness, and she continued her assault.
Enraged, I pressed back, and she was taken by surprise, the length of my blade pressing both her weapons back against her. I kept hold of my blade with one hand, the other reaching towards her, a dagger of light appearing in it. She cried out, but I had her swords trapped and she couldn’t bring them up to defend her. She dispelled one and raised her hand, but it was too late. My dagger of light pierced her chest, and she fell to her knees, her other weapon dissipating. I raised my greatsword above her, and she trembled, a waterfall of urine pouring out from under her skirt, drenching her panties and forming a puddle beneath her. I brought my blade down towards her, and a crackling noise was clearly audible as her approaching doom destroyed any control she had left, and a solid lump of poo filled her panties. As she messed herself uncontrollably, she fainted. I dispelled my weapons, catching her before she could hit the ground, healing light flowing from my hand and closing the wound on her breast. I carried her to one of the benches for spectators and laid her down there, wincing as her mess squished against the bench. I quickly left the training grounds, my anger worked out and replaced by embarrassment at my saturated underwear.
I managed to escape the sparsely populated training grounds without drawing any attention to my damp state. When I reached my home, I shut and locked the door, heading to my room and quickly stripping off my panties and meager armor. I cleaned off my leggings, making sure the urine wouldn’t do any lasting damage, and tossed the panties in the wash pile. Stepping in to the shower, I cleaned myself off, scrubbing my legs and private area particularly well. Once I was satisfied any trace of my accident was removed, I left the shower, drying off and donning a new pair of panties before flopping down on my bed, the close encounter and accident having drained the energy from me. Soon enough, I was asleep, along with most of the other inhabitant of the Mounting Heavens at this time. Angels don’t technically have to sleep, but most prefer it to being awake all night as our bodies rest to recover energy. I dreamt of the battle that night, much to my dismay. My sleep was restless, although luckily that matters a lot less for an angel than a mortal being.
The next morning, I awoke at the same time I do every morning, rising and walking into my kitchen still dressed in only a pink light blue of panties. I made myself breakfast, and once it was ready, walked out and activated my Mirror of Mental Prowess, turning its gaze once again to the Elholm’s struggle. My magical vision floating over the plane, I quickly spotted the last point of conflict. I fought back tears as I saw it was their capital, most of the city engulfed in fire or already ash. All that beauty, destroyed because of Sandalphon, because of his petty anger. I sent the sensor in for a better view and I saw the Elholm Vanguards fighting off forces everywhere within the city, buying the citizens time to reach a massive portal to the Prime Material, leading somewhere unknown on the plane of mortals. I simply sat and watched, frustrated there was nothing I could do, as more and more of the Vanguards fell to the Metaxians.
Finally, at the sound of a mighty horn, the surviving Elholm soldiers fled towards the portal, using their unmatched swiftness to leave the Metaxians far behind. The last of the citizens vanished into the portal, and the Vanguards convened around it, a shorter woman seemingly in charge. Shorter, of course, meaning only around seven feet in height as opposed to the ten to twelve of most Elholm. I focused the sensor on the woman. She was dressed in the standard plate of a Vanguard, its composition solid light and holiness, though covered in scars from the fighting. Her hair was a brilliant red, and her features beautiful, though she was covered in grime form the heated combat. She gave a short speech to the soldiers and they began filing out the portal. She stood the furthest from the portal, obviously intent on being the last to leave.
Once everyone else was gone, she turned to look longingly at the city, and my heart went out to her. She had to leave her home, her realm behind. She looked so beautiful and sad, I couldn’t help but wish I could be with her, provide her some comfort. The angel turned away from the burning cityscape and headed to the portal. As she stepped in, a Grand Vizier came flying across the sky, his staff leveled at the portal. A blast of devastating negative energy struck the portal as she transitioned, and I cried out as the portal collapsed in on itself and she disappeared. I quickly commanded the mirror to follow, and watched in horror as my view transitioned to that of a city, and the magnificent Vanguard lying crumpled in the street, one of the other Elholm to be seen. I watched in horror as she slowly rose, obviously injured, before soldiers surrounded her and escorted her towards a palace. The place was warded against my scrying, and I could only watch as the beautiful angel was lead to an unknown fate.
“I could rescue her!” I thought. But I could hardly leave Celestia, as a Sentinel my duty was to the defense of the plane, and with the Elholm down, the Metaxians were drawing ever closer. But the angel….. I laid back against the wall, thoughts racing through my head. Unable to decide, I donned my armor again, and left the house. Wandering the city in a daze, I went about the normalcies of my duties as a Sentinel as best I could, but my heart wasn’t in it. Eventually, I returned to my home, quickly showering before lying down on my bed, thoughts still raging through my mind. I didn’t sleep that night, but just lay there, thinking.
In the morning, I rose from my bed with new confidence. Duties be damned, I was going to help that angel. She needed me more than Sandalphon did, and deserved it much more than that fool. I pulled on my armor and grabbed a few clothes, storing them in my personal extra dimensional area before walking in to the main room of my home. Activating my mirror, I attempted to find the angel again. Time on the Prime Material passed differently than on other planes, and it was night there, the gorgeous angel asleep in a bed too small for a human, much less an Elholm. Frowning I watched in horror as urine slowly leaked from her, completely soaking the small bed. She was wetting the bed! She must have gone through some horrible things. I need to get there.
I commanded he mirror to gather information about her. It returned this description: The angel you are viewing is Aurelia, the warleader of the Elholm Vanguards. She has served many years as their commander, and is one of their bravest and most powerful soldiers. She has no known family or lovers currently alive.
I absorbed he information. A powerful warrior, and she had no lovers. Perfect. I dismissed the message, her name firmly imprinted in her mind. “Aurelia, stay strong.” I said quietly. “I’m coming to help.” I stepped through the mirror, and vanished onto the Prime Material. |
Emily sat down on the slightly damp grass and rested her back against a tall oak tree. She let out a yawn and stretched her legs out, listening to the squawking and hoots of the nearby pidgy's and sparrows nesting in the trees up above. Emily began digging through her bag tossing out empty food wrappers and bottles of water, which took up about 75% of her backpack. "Where did I put that map?" She mumbled to herself, going through pocket after pocket. After about ten minutes she sighed realizing she probably dropped it at the opening of the Viridian Forest. "Now what?" she asked herself realizing she was hopelessly lost.
Emily was the 16 year old absent minded younger sister of Ash Ketchum whom no one knew about. Only the few residents of Pallet town even knew Ash had a younger sister. She was only six when Ash left on his Pokémon journey and she couldn't wait until she left on hers. Back then she idolized her older brother, wishing she could be like him someday. When she finally turned 10 she was prevented from going due to an illness. She had begged and pleaded with her mother to let her go, but with her poor health, there was no way. She was forced to stay back as she watched tearfully as her friends got their starter Pokémon from professor oak and left her behind.
The months flew by and soon Ash was making a name for himself. Soon it felt like she didn't even have an identity anymore. Everyone knew her not as "Emily" but as "Ash's' Sister" Soon that idolization turned slowly into resentment as people only approached her to ask about her brother and talk of his accomplishments.
Emily shook her head, trying to shake away those memories. That was six years ago she told herself. Things are going to be different now she thought as she stood up and brushed the leaves and dirt off her jeans. I'm a little late but I'm finally here! I'm going to surpass Ash! I'm going to be the new Pokémon master!...as soon as I find my way out of this forest. She said with a sigh.
Alright first step, she thought to herself, gotta clean up this mess. She looked to her left and noticed a trash can about a quarter mile walk away then looked down. I think I can make it in one trip. Emily collected her things and with arms completely full, started the trek to the trash can. "Almost there," she reassured herself but suddenly her foot snagged on a vine and down she went sending her stuff flying in every direction. Emily moaned into the ground, slowly raising her head until she came face to face with a pair of black eyes and yellow fangs. "AHHHHH!" Emily screamed jumping to her feet and racing behind a tree in record time.
Emily took deep breaths trying to calm herself down. She soon heard laughing coming from the direction she ran from and peeked her head around the tree. She saw a girl around her age laughing as she let a purple field mouse run along her arm and onto her shoulder. "I'm so sorry." The girl said although she continued to laugh. "I didn't mean to scare you, I saw you trip and went to see if you were ok. I've just never seen someone react to a Rattata like that before."
Emily couldn't help but smile back at the girl. "I'm fine." She said eyeing the rat perched on the girls shoulder. I hate mice.
"Here let me help you." The girl said as she bent down and started collecting the bottles that now littered the forest floor.
"Thanks," Emily said truly appreciating the help. She looked over at the girl and very quickly turned a bright shade of pink as she accidently got a good look down her shirt. Emily's heart began beating twice as fast and her palms began to sweat. What the hell? she thought to herself as she quickly looked away. Why do I suddenly feel so nervous?
"My name's Anna. What's your name?" the girl asked after they finished clearing out the forest.
"E-Emily." She stuttered back.
"Aren't you hot with that jacket on?" Anna asked looking Emily up and down. "It's got to be 90% humidity in this forest."
"I feel better with it on." Emily said hugging herself. "I feel naked without it." Although it is really hot now that I think about it she thought as she felt beads of sweat rolling down her face and chest.
"So what are you doing in the forest, Anna?" Emily asked unconsciously shifting from foot to foot.
"Oh, I was collecting herbs for the nurse Joy in Cerulean City. I'm an intern at the Pokémon center there. She's teaching me how to make potions. What are you doing out here?"
"Wow that sounds really neat! How did you end up as an intern?" Emily asked interested. She'd yet to meet a nurse Joy although she had already had a run in with an officer Jenny earlier today much to her displeasure.
"Well Pokémon battles have never been my thing, but I love Pokémon none the less. Isn't that right little TaTa" Anne said letting the Rattata on her shoulder rub up against her cheek affectionately. Emily's stomach did a little flip and wondered to herself eww how could you love a rat?
"You never answered my question about what you were doing here you know." Anne pointed out taking note of all the shifting and squirming Emily was doing. I wonder if she drank all of those bottles today. No wonder she has to pee.
"Well todays actually my first week out on the road. I saw a Pikachu run into the forest and I wanted to catch it. Then well, I got lost and realized I lost my map." Emily admitted as she started to realize how badly she needed to pee.
"Did you check your pockets?"
"Of course I checked my pock-oh…" Emily said with a blush as she pulled her map out. "Let's see, it says I'm here and if I just follow this trail then I should reach Cerulean city in an hour. " Then I can find a bathroom. Doesn't look like there's one anywhere around here.
"Hate to break it to you, but you're holding the map upside down." Anne said taking it from her and showing Emily where they were. It's about a four hour journey from here. "If you want I could lead you there. I'm headed back there myself. I could use some company"
"No, really you don't have to go through that much trou-" BZZZZZZ! "I humbly accept your offer!" Emily screamed running away from the beadrills hive. Anne just shook her head and followed the screaming Emily.
An hour into their journey Emily could barely keep it together, constantly grabbing herself when she thought Anna wasn't looking, completely unable to stay still. Anna wondered why Emily didn't excuse herself and just go. At this point Emily was about as subtle as a bulldozer and Anna was sure she wasn't going to make it much longer. She had asked Emily if she had wanted to stop several times now, but she kept saying she was fine. Although anyone could clearly tell she was lying.
"How much longer till we get there?" Emily asked through gasps of breath.
"We still have a few more hours. How about we take a break I'm getting tired too." Anne said sitting on a log. "You want to tell me what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Emily lied crossing her legs. What's with this girl? Anna thought to herself then she remembered something that Emily had said about her jacket, about her feeling naked without it. Then it clicked. She's just really shy. Is that really all that's wrong? I just need to get her to relax.
"Hey, Em. Can you come with me for a sec? I need to pee, but I don't want to go alone. I'm afraid of the forest at night and it's getting kind of dark." Anna lied.
Emily turned a dark shade of pink. Ugh don't mention the word pee she thought. She was running out of time and she knew it. She took a step toward Anna and froze. She felt a spurt shoot out along with a sharp pain and quickly grabbed herself. Oh no I'm going to wet myself in front of Anna. Warm tears blurred her vision and started to fall down her face.
"Look, I know you have to go so just go. Why are you torturing yourself? If you're waiting to find a bathroom you're looking at it." Anna said as a matter of fact while motioning her hand towards the foliage surrounding them. Anna spun around to face her friend after receiving no reply only to find her glued to the spot with tears rolling down her face as she clutched her side.
"Em, can you move?" Anna asked a bit worried for her new friend. Emily shook her head as she felt another leak escape causing a burning pain. "Then just go here. "
"I-I can't." Her face now closely resembling the shade of a cherry.
"Look, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, we're both girls here. I'll go away for a sec an-"
"No, I mean, I don't know how… "Emily mumbled embarrassed to admit the reason.
"Oh, is that all?" Anna laughed with her back turned away. "Why didn't you just ask? I would have walked you through it. Ok first, pull your pants down."
"I can't get them off! I can't undo the button." Emily whimpered after a moment of fiddling with her pants.
"Here" Anne said coming closer as Emily's face grew redder and redder.
Anna drew her pocket knife and cut the button off as Emily struggled with her pants. Anna sighed and moved Emily's shaking hands away and with one swift motion pulled everything down and lightly pushed her against a tree.
Emily shrieked trying to cover herself, while tears continued to fall.
"Now all you have to do is squat and let it out."
Anna turned her back as she waited for her friend to relieve herself. Emily tried to calm herself down, and squatted lower trying to relax her aching bladder, but nothing came out. She tried thinking of the ocean, and of running water, but still nothing but a few drops and mounting pain.
After a few minutes Anna started to worry that she embarrassed Emily too much.
"Everything alright back there?" she called out.
"No." Emily whimpered back.
"Em, are you ok?" Anna asked rushing towards her new friend who was collapsed in a ball on the forest floor in pain. "What hurts?"
"My side and lower stomach."
"When did the pain start?" Anna asked looking her over for any bites or wounds.
"When I got really desperate. I tried to go but it burned too badly."
"Alright. Just sit tight and try to relax. I'll get nurse Joy on the line." Anne punched a few buttons on her transceiver and a hologram image of the pink haired nurse appeared.
"Oh, Anna, what can I do for you? Did you have a question about the ingredients?"
"No, actually my friend here is in a bit of trouble."
"What seems to be the problem?" the nurse asked, a bit concerned.
"Well, it seems to be her bladder. She says it hurts so much that she can't move. She was on the verge of wetting herself just a few minutes ago, but now she can't go. "
"Hmm, feel around under her belly button and tell me what it feels like."
"Eh," both Anna and Emily said at the same time.
"Anna, part of being a nurse is dealing with human patients too. Do you want to help your friend or not?"
"Sorry, Em, you heard her." Anna put her hand on Emily's stomach and felt around. "It feels hard as a rock. Not to mention she's burning up." Anna moved her hand from Emily's stomach to her forehead
"Oh dear, sounds like an infection. " Nurse Joy said. "I'm sending my pidgeott to come get you, she needs to see a dr. in the meantime try to help her release as much as she can, or it's going to be a painful ride."
"Release…?"
"If she doesn't pee by the time my pidgeot arrives the Dr. will have no choice but to insert a catheter. I don't think she'll enjoy that. " And with that Nurse Joy signed off.
"What's a catheter?" Emily quietly asked slightly afraid to find out.
"Nothing you want to experience. " Anna said digging through her bag and pulling out plastic tarp and laying it out on a grassy patch. "You don't look to comfortable laying there on those rocks there so I'm gonna try and lay you down on this. "Small steps, there you go" Anna encouraged as Emily winced in pain with each movement. Emily wobbled as Anna caught her and laid her on the plastic sheet. "Alright now no matter what keep relaxing and try to pee."
"But your thing." Emily said weakly.
"Don't even worry, it's just a tarp if you go it will just flow off onto the ground. Now just relax." Anna encouraged as she pulled off Emily's pants completely wincing slightly at the sight of blood. Emily nodded and closed her eyes trying not to think of the fact that this girl she just met was looking at her naked lower half. "Emily, are you on your period?" Anna asked hopefully but the girl shook her head. Anna was afraid of that. She pressed slightly on the girls' stomach in different locations asking if it hurt until she got to one particular spot on her side as Emily yelped in pain. Anna took notice of a now slight puddle between the younger girls' legs and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Emily, this might hurt a bit but I promise you'll feel better soon. Just keep relaxing." Anna then began to gently message the tender area of the girls' side, as Emily grimaced and clutched the edges of the sheet. After a few minutes Anna rubbed and noticed she no longer clutched the sides of the tarp. "Emily, does it still hurt to the touch?"
"No," Both girls breathed a sigh of relief. "Ok, I think you'll be able to go now. So relax and try to pee again." Emily took a deep breath in and then out and soon a faint hissing and pattering sound could be heard as Anna saw the tiny puddle expanding and then suddenly stop as Emily whimpered in pain.
"No, you're doing good! Keep going!"
It hurts." Emily moaned curling into a ball.
"I know, Em, It's gonna hurt but you gotta let it out. It's the only way you're going to get better."
"I'm scared."
"Shh, it's ok. It'll be ok. "Anna held the girls hand and continued rubbing the girls back, but she wouldn't relax again. Hmm Anna thought to herself as she remembered the previous events of how she met Emily. I think I have an idea. She rolled Emily on to her back and let her rest her head on Anna's lap as Anna peacefully ran her fingers through the girls black hair until Emily drifted into a light sleep. She then quietly reached into her shirt pocket and pulled out her little friend and gently placed it on the sleeping girls chest.
A few minutes later Emily woke to the sound of light squeaking and the sight of little black eyes with yellow fangs. The sound of shrill screams could be heard followed by a loud pattering sound that grew louder every second along with a continuous stream of urine flowing down the edge of the tarp letting Anna know her evil plan had worked perfectly.
Emily grunted but as the pain passed soon she relaxed until she realized what she was actually doing. She tried to jump up, but Anna held her down. She kept combing through the girls hair with her fingers as she watched Emily's face turn three different shades of red as her bladder continued to empty whether she wanted it to or not.
"That's it, keep going, you're doing great" Anna praised as Emily buried her face in her hands as her stream finally slowed to a trickle as a giant bird swooped down and stared at the two of them.
"Well, that's our ride." Anna announced. Let's get you cleaned up then we can go." She dug out a water bottle from her pack and poured it onto Emily's legs and the tarp, washing away any evidence of what had occurred. She dried her legs off with a towel and helped her manage to put her pants back on then wrapped her in a blanket. Her shaking seemed to be getting worse as Anna helped her onto the pidgeotts back then climbed on after.
Anna kissed the top of Emily's head as Emily leaned back into Anna's' arms and whispered "Thank you." before drifting off into unconsciousness. |
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Chapter Two
Emily laid back in her bed as she waited for the dr. to come see her. She looked over at Anna and blushed. Emily stared for a moment as she thought Wow she’s really pretty. The way her hazel colored hair fell just a bit past her shoulders. Her black rimmed glasses magnified her bright blue eyes, not to mention her near perfect figure and. “Wait! What am I thinking?” Snap out of it Em! She thought to herself. It’s just the fever talking.
Emily closed her eyes. Ugh I can’t believe what happened today. She thought as she let the day’s events play in her mind. That was so embarrassing! Peeing in front of some girl I barely know while she praised me as if I was a toddler making it to the toilet for the first time. She grimaced at the thought causing Anna to come over out of concern.
“How are you feeling?” Anna asked, as Emily avoided eye contact with her. “Does it still hurt?” Emily nodded and rubbed her lower belly. She could feel the pressure starting to build back up. Just then the girls heard a knock on the door followed by the dr. entering and introducing herself.
“Hello, Ms. Ketchum, I’m Dr. Page. How are you feeling? Can you tell me a little about what’s going on?”
“My lower stomach hurts, and I’m having some trouble, uh, going.” Emily admitted as she intensely examined the blanket that covered her as if it would tell her the answers to life.
“Alright, let me take a look.” Dr. Page said as she lifted up Emily’s shirt and gently pressed around. Emily winced in pain as the Dr. began pressing on her side. “Hmm, the problem seems to be your right kidney. It’s a bit inflamed but not too bad. I’m going to have my assistant come and give you a more thorough examination.” Dr. Page wheeled her chair backwards and shouted out into the hall, “Captain Waddlesworth, could you please come to exam room two.” Emily wondered what kind of Dr was named “Captain Waddlesworth” “He gets a little offended when I don’t call him captain.” Dr Page explained. This guy must be crazy Emily thought to herself.
“Oh! It’s been a while since I’ve seen the captain.” Anna said.
“Yeah, you hardly ever leave the ground floor.” Dr. Page commented turning her attention towards her.
“Nurse Joy keeps me so busy running errands for her. Once this phase of my training is complete she’s going to have me come up here and help you with human patients.”
“Wait.” Emily said confused. “I thought you said you worked at the Pokémon center.”
“We are at the Pokémon center.” Anna explained. “Well the first two floors anyway. The third floor is a hostel for Pokémon trainers to sleep and get cleaned up and the fourth floor is where we treat trainers who are injured or sick. You were asleep when the Machokes brought you in on the stretcher.”
“What is taking the captain so long?” Dr. Page said. “He’s probably flirting with the interns again.”
Anna laughed and said “The captain has always had a way with the ladies.” Emily decided she didn’t like this captain person very much as she imagined him to be some egotistical jerk. Just then the door creaked open and there stood the captain. Emily’s jaw dropped, he was not at all what she had expected.
“He’s a Pokémon?” Emily asked in disbelief. The psyduck, known as Captain Waddlesworth, stood there and cocked his head sideways. He was wearing a tiny lab coat and stethoscope around his neck.
“Yep.” Dr. Page answered. “The captain and I go way back. He was actually my very first Pokémon. You see psychic Pokémon can be very useful when trained properly in diagnosing illnesses. They can learn to telepathically communicate with your body to find out exactly what’s ailing you. Have you ever been telepathically linked to a Pokémon before?”
Emily shook her head.” I’ve only been to the family Dr. in Pallet town, and no Pokémon were involved.”
“Ah yes, Pallet town. They are a little behind on the times there. The first time linking with a Pokémon can be a little scary, but try not to fight it. Are you ready?”
Emily nodded and laid back down in the bed. Captain Waddlesworth hopped up on the stool next to her and placed a hand on her head and soon Emily’s life was flashing before her eyes.
Emily was four years old again as she walked into the kitchen to find her mom crying at the table. Her father had packed his things and up and left in the middle of the night. Next she was six and Ash was teaching her how to ride a bike with no training wheels. Then at eight as her mom was teaching her how to bake cookies when she suddenly collapsed on the ground as she had her first of many seizures. She saw herself getting left behind by her friends while she was stuck at home watching day time talk shows about people falling in love with their Pokémon. Lastly she was back in the Viridian Forest, peeing uncontrollably while someone watched.
Emily gasped for air as she found herself back in her hospital bed covered in sweat as tears streamed down her face. Anna rushed over and threw her arms over Emily’s shoulder pulling the shaking girl into a hug.
“Hey, don’t cry it’s over. You’re okay, everything’s okay. Shh” Anna whispered in Emily’s ear instantly calming her down some. Captain Waddlesworth hopped down from the stool and touched Dr. Page’s hand. The Doctors’ eyes went blank for a moment as the psyduck reported its findings followed by a yawn as he walked out the door.
“The captain has informed me you’re dealing with three kidney stones and a Urinary Tract Infection. Also you have a history of seizures is that correct?” Emily nodded as she shifted in her bed noticing how uncomfortable and wet she felt from sweating. This can happen for a number of reasons like calcium build up, but that doesn’t seem accurate given your age. Have you been holding your bladder for long periods of time?”
“No,” Emily answered while Anna answered “Yes.” At the same time causing Emily to blush.
“That’s not healthy, you should find someplace to go as soon as you feel the urge. Holding it in for excessive amounts of time can lead to infections, like the one you have now.” Dr. Page scolded. “What we are going to do is hook you up to an IV for 24 hours that will administer a medicine to help break up the stones and also a diuretic to help you pass them, but first let’s get you cleaned up.” The Dr said dropping her voice a bit. “The captain also informed me you’ve had a bit of an accident during the link. Don’t worry though” she quickly added as she noticed Emily’s face losing color. “That can sometimes happen during the first time for those with weak bladders.” Emily lifted up her blanket and peeked inside as her face turned bright red as she confirmed what the dr. said was true. “Anna, would you mind helping her into the shower while I find someone to take care of the bedding?”
“No problem.” Anna said as she peeled back Emily’s blanket revealing the large wet patch under the young girls legs. Emily’s face turned a mixture between red and purple as she quickly stared out the window as she wondered “how many times will Anna see me like this.”
“Don’t worry. Everyone’s reaction is different during their first link” Dr. Page said trying to cheer her up. “I was the Dr. on call when your brother did his first link. The whole time he kept muttering, “Oohh Gary!” over and over while humping his pillow. It took two days for my intern to stop blushing. Emily finally cracked a smile while Anna led her down the hall to the showers.
“Do you need help or do you think you got this?” Anna asked while pulling a towel down and handing it to her.
“I got this.” Emily said. “I think I’ve gone through enough embarrassment for one day” she said to herself.
“Alright, just yell if you need anything.” Anna said as she walked down the hall to consult with Dr. Page.
“Oh, Anna,” the dr said as she saw her coming down the hall. “I just got off the phone with Nurse Joy, while Emily is staying with us, you will be her official sitter. I’ll be placing her on a potent and fast acting diuretic. Given her condition and weak bladder I’ve decided she will need to stay in diapers for the remainder of her stay here. I know she won’t be very happy about this, but please encourage her to go as soon as the urge hits her, or else the infection will just become worse. If you catch her trying to hold it in or if she isn’t going at least once an hour place your hand against her lower abdomen and push down for 30 seconds. This will cause her to involuntarily wet, but use it as a last resort in case it causes her pain. Also, make sure to change her often and use lots of baby powder so she doesn’t develop a rash. Also, if she puts up a fight feel free to use your Pokémon to restrain her.”
“Oh, uh, alright.” Anna said trying to take it all in. This is not going to be a fun night. |
Chapter Three
“No way!” Emily said in disbelief as she stared from Anna, to the laid out diaper on her bed, then back to Anna. “You’re crazy if you think I’m going to wear that.”
“Em, you heard what Dr. Page said. Once the IV’s in you can’t get back up” Anna said as she motioned for Emily to lay down on the bed.
“Can’t you just unhook me?” Emily pleaded looking desperately for any way out of this situation.
“I’m not a nurse yet, I can’t touch the IV without Dr. Page or Nurse Joy present. Even if you paged someone to come take it out, the diuretic is so fast acting that by the time someone came and unhooked you it would already be too late.”
“Look, the sooner we do this the sooner you’ll get better, and then you can go back on your way.”
“I-I c-can’t do this, please no.” Emily begged backing away.
“It will be fine, I promise.” Anna whispered, walking slowly toward the scared girl and wrapping her arms around her. Emily eventually hugged her back, her face sporting a bright blush as she rested her head on Anna’s shoulder and let Anna’s reassurances calm her down. “That’s it, come with me.” She said leading her toward the bed. “Now just lay down and I’ll take care of the rest.”
Emily sighed and did as she was told. She let out a “Eep!” and tried covering herself out of reflex as Anna lifted up her hospital gown toward her stomach.
“Hands to your sides.” The brunette said as she brushed her hands away as she positioned the pink diaper under her and began the powdering process. “Almost done. See, it’s not that bad, I personally find the smell of baby powder to be quite relaxing.”
Emily slowly nodded her head in agreement while her eyes were firmly shut with her sweaty fists balled up at her side. The monitor that was recording her heart rate started beeping wildly as Emily’s breathing became out of control.
“Emily, what’s wrong?” Anna asked as she finished taping up the diaper.
“It hurts to breathe…I- I can’t breathe, everything’s spinning! I gotta get out of here!” Emily said in a panic as she tried to jump up out of the bed. Anna quickly jumped in front of her and held her tight.
“Shh, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” Anna whispered to Emily while rubbing her back.
“Wh-Why. . . can’t. . . I breathe?” Emily asked gasping for air as the monitor displayed her heart rate at 174 BPM.
“You’re okay, you’re having an anxiety attack. Just try to match my breaths, okay? Breathe in. . . and out. In. . .and out.” Anna instructed as she held the trembling girl close to keep her from bolting out the door. She continued coaching the girl as she watched her heart rate on the monitor drop back into normal range after a few minutes. She kept an arm around her as she sat the both of them on the bed. “You want to tell me what’s wrong?” she asked after a few moments of silence. Emily just shook her head. “Are you sure, I might be able to help?”
“It’s just embarrassing.” Emily mumbled into Anna’s shoulder.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed. It’s just me who will be changing you, and I’ve already seen eve-“
“Don’t remind me.” Emily moaned.
“You know I was once in your position too. I was hiking up a cliff, fell and broke my leg in three places. After surgery they kept me in diapers for a week while I was in the hospital.” Anna admitted turning red herself at the memory.
“Weren’t you embarrassed?” Emily asked looking up at her.
“Extremely, and there was this really cute orderly in charge of cleaning my room too.”
“What happened?”
“Well, on the second day I ended up getting sick from the hospital food. I ended up getting really bad diarrhea, but I was so against the thought of messing myself that I kept trying to hold it in. I was almost about to just give up and let go but then that orderly walked in. The previous day we had been talking about our favorite pokemon so he said he’d show me his favorite. When he saw me with a really pained look on my face, he thought I was just depressed about being in the hospital. He tried to cheer me up by letting his growlithe out and ordering it to go lick my face. It ran across the room and leapt right onto my stomach.” Anna said with a pained look on her face.
“No! It didn’t!” Emily exclaimed totally engrossed in her story. “What happened after that?”
“The result sounded like a machine gun had been fired off in the room, that growlithe took off whimpering under the bed and the owner just stared at me in shock until the smell hit him. He ran out of the room gagging and I never saw him again.” Anna sighed her face now flushed red from reliving her most embarrassing moment. The girls looked at each other for a moment before busting up laughing.
“That’s so terrible.” Emily said through her smile.
“See, you have nothing to worry about. Embarrassing things happen to everyone, plus I know everyone that’s going to be in and out of this room and not one of them is cute.” Anna said with a smile relieved to see Emily had finally calmed down.
“That’s not true.” Emily said quietly as she laid back down in her bed. “There’s you.” She admitted barely above a whisper.
“Aww, that’s so sweet of you to say. “ Anna said happily, completely oblivious to Emily’s true meaning.
The girls heard a knock on the door and turned to see Dr. Page letting herself in. She greeted them and began filling Emily in on what was about to happen.
“I’m going to be starting the IV. So here’s the plan. We will be administering an anti-biotic to help with the infection, and also every hour on the hour a diuretic will automatically be dispensed into your Iv to help flush out your system. The first few times you go might be a bit painful, but that’s just the stones passing. It’s very important that you go at the first sign of needing to, or else your infection will just get worse. Any questions?”
“Do I really have to use diapers? Can’t I just get up and go to the bathroom?” Emily asked knowing it would be a long shot.
“No, we need to check and see if the stones are passing or not and the easiest way to do that is while we change you. Not to mention we don’t want to risk anymore accidents.”
“Wh-what if I have to umm, you know, GO?” Emily asked quietly while facing her blanket.
“Well, then you just go and Anna here will change you.”
“But if I did that, then you wouldn’t be able to tell if there were any stones.” Emily threw in. “Why not let me up to use the bathroom if I have to really go. Please.”
Dr. Page thought it over for a few moments before finally agreeing. “Fine, but here are the rules. You can only get up between 15 minutes past the hour and be back in bed no later than 15 minutes till for the timed medication. If you need to go in between those times, I suggest you simply use your diaper. Before you will be allowed up, you will be required to release your bladder at least once after the diuretic is given to ensure there is no retention of fluids.”
Damn Emily thought to herself I thought I could get away with not having to use a diaper at all. Emily nodded in agreement to the terms while Dr. Page began preparing the IV.
“Ugh.” She quietly moaned as the needle punctured her skin.
“There, all set. Now Anna will be staying here with you during your treatment so if you need anything, like some water or a change, don’t be afraid to speak up. The first dose of the diuretic has already been administered, so when you feel it take effect, don’t hold it. Very important.”
Emily sighed and nodded as tried to make herself as comfortable as possible. The Dr waved good bye and set off to check on her other patients leaving the two girls alone once again.
‘So what kind of pokemon do you have with you?” Anna asked after a moment of awkward silence.
“Oh, I have a charmander, ekans, and an evee.”Emily said, happy to get to a more comfortable conversation topic.
“An Evee?” Anna asked excitedly as her eyes lit up. “Can I see it? Please please please?”
“Hehe sure, can you bring me my bag? Now let’s see, here she is.” A red beam shot out of the pokeball she was holding and a pokemon appeared next to her on her bed.
“Oh my God she’s so cute! What’s her name?” Anna asked practically jumping up and down on the spot.
“Her name’s Nomine. My brother gave her to me on my 11th birthday since I wasn’t able to leave. She’s like my best friend.” Emily said looking down at Nomine affectionately, while lightly scratching behind its ears.
The girls began discussing their favorite types and moves until Emily suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower stomach. Anna quickly took notice of the pained look on her face.
“Are you okay? What hurts?”
“It’s just that same sharp pain from before.” Emily said while she held her stomach.
“Oh, looks like the meds are working. I’m sure you’ll feel better once you go.”
“I-I’m fine, I don’t need to go.” Emily lied as her face turned a dark shade of red. She wasn’t prepared for the meds to have kicked in so fast.
“Just let me know when you need a change.” Anna said as she picked up a magazine and pretended to read it, while stealing glances over at Emily. She just sighed as she saw Emily shifting around uncomfortably underneath her blanket. “You’re only making this harder on yourself you know.”
“I’m not doing anything.” Emily protested while trying to “casually” change positions once again.
“All your squirming around is making ME have to pee. That diaper better be soaked by the time I get back.” Anna said as she stood up and walked out the door figuring she just needed a little privacy until she got used to it.
Emily stopped fidgeting after Anna left and tried to relax as best she could. Guess there’s no way around this. She thought to herself as she closed her eyes. I am sitting on a toilet. Emily kept repeating to herself over and over but to no avail. Her body kept clenching on its own whenever she was about to start. Maybe if I sat up. Nobody lays down on a toilet. She tried sitting up and swinging her legs over the bed but quickly laid back down once she started getting woozy from the fever.
Anna came back in and saw Emily lying on her back with her eyes shut tight. She assumed this meant she was ready for a change but when she pushed up the blanket she found the girl to still be dry.
“Emily, if you don’t pee in the next 30 seconds I’m going to get the Dr. and tell her you’re not co-operating and you are not going to like her methods.” Anna said trying to sound threatening.
“Please don’t do that. I’ve been trying to, it just won’t come out.” Emily whimpered.
“It’s okay, I understand. “Anna said dropping the act. She sat on the edge of the bed and after lifting up her hospital gown placed her hand over Emily’s bladder and applied a small amount of pressure to see if it hurt her. “How does this feel?”
“It hurts.” She winced. Anna instead started slowly rubbing the area.
“What about this?”
“That actually kind of feels good.” Emily shyly admitted.
“It’s just like back in the forest okay? Don’t worry about anything going on around you. Just focus on trying to pee.” Anna said not noticing her hand was inching slowly down the more she slowly rubbed atop the diaper. She kept her eyes on the clock knowing if Emily didn’t go on her own she’d have no choice but to force it out. She knew it would hurt the girl so she wasn’t quite ready to resort to that yet.
The blush on Emily’s face grew deeper and deeper. Her body suddenly felt very hot, but she didn’t think it was the fever. She felt Anna’s hand slowly going a bit lower and she quickly noticed the lower it went the better she felt. She just assumed Anna knew what she was doing and decided to close her eyes and enjoy it, completely oblivious as to why it felt so good.
Anna continued to rub the girls “bladder” not noticing her hand had left that area quite some time ago. Anna’s eyes were now fixed on the Evee as it let out a cute yawn and rolled onto its side, completely stealing all attention away from Emily. She felt the diaper growing slightly damp and figured her body was finally giving in.
Emily now grabbed the edges of the bed. She had no idea why but she was loving every second of this. She felt her diaper area growing a little damp and figured whatever the hell Anna was doing was working. “C-Could you rub a little faster. I think it’s working.”
“Yeah, sure “Anna answered as she sped her palm up “You’re just so beautiful, yes you are! I wish you were mine. That way I could take you home with me and we would cuddle in my bed every night “she said to Nomine as it rolled onto its back and stretched soaking up the attention.
Emily beamed. She thinks I’m beautiful and she wants to cuddle with me in her bed? Emily moaned as Anna’s palm sped up. “I think I’m gonna-“
“That’s right, Em, just let it out.”
“Ahh.” Emily moaned as she came and peed into her diaper. “I- I think you’re beautiful too. I really like you, I don’t care if you’re a girl” Emily panted out as she felt her lady bits continue to pulse and throb as she continued wetting herself without a care.
Anna heard the familiar hiss along with Emily’s moans and pulled her hand away. Wow, sounds like Emily’s feeling better now. Guess she really had to go. She finally looked up when she heard Emily’s strange comment and froze.
Emily laid back with her face flushed and covered in sweat while heavily panting. A slight bit of drool traced down her mouth and her nipples were clearly visible through her gown. Anna stared in shock.
“Hey E-Em? Where exactly was I rubbing you?” Emily pointed down a few inches past her bladder muscles.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. I just molested my first patient.” Anna said jumping up off the bed. “Emily, how old are you?”
“16.”
“Oh God I’m going to jail!” |
Chapter Four
“Anna, what’s wrong?” Emily asked concerned watching her normally cool and composed friend now pacing back and forth.
“I am so sorry, Emily, I had no idea I was doing that. If anyone finds out about what just happened I’ll be arrested for sure! I’ll definitely get kicked out of this program now and I’ll never get to be a nurse!” Anna said in a panic more to herself than anyone.
“What? Why? What are you talking about?” Emily asked confused as her senses were starting to return. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you were just trying to help me and it worked.”
“I wasn’t trying to help you like THAT! Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Say what? I still don’t understand what happened?” she asked starting to get more confused.
“I was trying to relax your bladder muscles by rubbing it so it would release on its own without me having to forcefully push down on it. I wasn’t trying to get you off. I’m not some pervert who randomly picks up young girls in the forest and then molests them.” Anna said sitting back down next to Emily. “Can you promise not to say anything to anyone else about this? Ahh! No wait that’s exactly what a pervert would say!”
“I’ll promise not to say anything if you promise to explain what happened. Why do I feel so weird?”
“Weird how?”
“When you were massaging me, I felt really um, hot down there and then it felt really good and started throbbing. Then it felt like I exploded and then I could go. Now it feels really weird, like an itch but up inside me.” Emily said shifting her legs back and forth.
“Don’t you know what that is?” Anna asked a bit dumbfounded. “Didn’t you ever get the talk?” Emily shook her head and kept shuffling about. “Oh, God.” Anna said as she covered her face with one of her hands. “Okay, umm, It sounds like you got a bit turned on when I was accidently rubbing your clit through the padding and judging from all the noises you were making plus the fact that you peed, you probably came. As for the itch, that’s just your body telling you it wants sex. It’s called being ‘turned on’.”
“Uhh. Uhh..” Emily moaned as her face turned bright red when she finally put the pieces together.
“Yeah, sorry about that.” Anna said while rubbing the back of her head and sporting a bright blush of her own. “I was playing with your Eevee and well guess I got a little distracted. Looks like I owe you dinner.” Anna laughed nervously. What she said though, Anna wondered, was she serious? I can’t return her feelings. She’s too young, I’m 19 and she’s 16. Not to mention we’re both girls.
Emily felt her eyes start burning with fresh tears. Of course Anna was talking to Nomine. Why would she say those things to a girl she barely knows, not to mention a girl sitting in a used diaper. Why would she be interested in someone like me?
She is kind of cute though Anna thought to herself as she blushed at the thought. Wait what am I thinking, I just molested the poor girl and now I’m crushing on her. Get yourself together before you actually turn into a pervert! You’re lucky she doesn’t call the police on you.
“Umm,” Emily said quietly, “Do you think you could do something about this?” She asked timidly pointing down to her waist as she shifted her legs again. “Please, it’s getting to be a bit uncomfortable.”
Oh No! Anna thought, I got her all worked up and now she’s asking me to finish the job. Anna imagined a scene in her head of Emily lying in her bed naked with her legs spread. “Anna!” Imaginary Emily moaned. “I can’t take this anymore it’s so uncomfortable, I want you so bad right now!”
Real Emily turned her head sideways in confusion as she watched Anna’s face turn red as her nose spouted blood. “Ahh! Anna, your nose is bleeding.
Anna snapped back to reality just in time to keep it from dripping to the floor. She quickly grabbed tissues and placed them by her nose. “Sorry about that, what was it you wanted?” Anna asked trying to come back down to reality.
“Could you, umm, change me please? It’s getting cold” Emily asked as she wondered if her face had discovered a new color yet.
Duh, I totally forgot about her diaper. I could hit myself, what the hell was I thinking?
“Yeah, of course. I’m sorry I should have changed you right away. That must be really uncomfortable.”
“And gross.” Emily added as she watched Anna digging through the cupboards.
“Alright. I’m ready.” Anna said as she set the supplies on the bed and pulled on a pair of disposable gloves. “Lay back please.” Anna could feel her heart begin to race as she began un-tapping the diaper. Calm down pervert she thought to herself as she began cleaning up Emily.
“Ugh.” Emily involuntarily moaned as she felt herself being wiped and felt a sudden shock.
“Sorry, you’re probably still sensitive from. . . earlier.” Anna said as she slid out the wet diaper and threw it away. “Lift your butt please. Thank you.” She said as she slid the new diaper under her and began spreading the powder around then quickly taped it up. “All done.”
“Th-Thank you.” Emily said shyly feeling much better as soon as she was out of the wet diaper. “And can you maybe get that nosebleed under control! Come here.” Emily said as she patted the space on the bed next to her.
Anna obeyed and sat down as Emily grabbed a tissue off the night stand by her bed and rolled it between her fingers. “Here, stick this up there. If that doesn’t work, maybe you should stick a tampon up there or something.” Emily teased. She looked into Anna’s face and smiled. She felt her heart start racing again. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“It’s no problem at all.” Anna said smiling back and thought to herself wow her eyes are such a pretty green. My favorite color.
She leaned forward a bit closing the gap between them as Emily did the same. No wait what am I doing? Both girls thought simultaneously but it was too late. They’re lips suddenly met and they stalled, both unsure of what to do until Anna took the lead and kissed her softly. Emily soon kissed her back passionately while wrapping her arms around Anna’s neck. A minute soon turned to five as the two broke away in order to catch their breath. The girls stayed close and gazed into each other’s eyes.
“So about that dinner you owe me.” Emily said wearing the biggest smile she’d had in years. “You know, tomorrows my 17th birthday.”
Anna leaned back in and kissed her while whispering, “It’s a date.”
Chapter Five
The meowth wall clock that hung in the hospital room struck midnight as the plastic tail wagged back and forth. A light beeping could be heard from the hospital equipment letting Emily know another dose of the diuretic was being administered. Great Emily thought, she’d already soaked through five diapers in the last two hours and had only passed one of the three stones. She knew she only had about five to ten minutes until she’d have to go again.
Emily felt kind of bad for Anna having to change her so often, but she hated the feeling of sitting in a wet diaper even more than she hated the fact that her crush had to clean up after her. Emily felt even worse for making it so difficult for Anna by making up some kind of excuse for Anna to leave every time she had to go. Even though Anna practically saw her naked every half-hour, Emily just couldn’t pee with her sitting in a chair three feet away, save for the time she needed some “help”. She knew it was probably just her imagination, but the sound of her pee hitting the diaper just seemed so loud.
Anna knew what Emily really wanted every time she asked for water or an extra pillow so she knew to go ahead and change her when she returned. She thought it was kind of cute that Emily was so shy but this was exactly what got her into this mess in the first place. She’d have to talk to her about it, especially since it was getting late and she didn’t want to keep getting kicked out while she was trying to sleep.
“It’s getting kind of late what do you say we turn in for the night?” Anna said as she got up and starting pulling out the cot from the closet. She’d rather sleep in her own bed but she had to stay to incase Emily needed anything. Plus she knew patients would involuntarily wet every one to two hours in their sleep on that medication. The night diaper would last for about 4 hours but then they’d need to be changed or they’d leak.
“Yeah I am getting pretty tired.” Emily admitted letting out a yawn.
“Before you fall asleep I need to change you into a night diaper, so if you gotta go, go now.” Anna said as she started laying out the cot for herself smiling as she tried to guess what she’d ask her to leave for.
Emily looked down as she heard Anna telling her to go. She racked her brain trying to think of something to say. She did need to pee, but she couldn’t think of any reason to ask her to leave. She already had two blankets, three pillows, and a full glass of water on her night stand. She worried if she asked for privacy Anna would figure out she lied about needing all those things and get mad.
I guess I’ll have to go with her here, Emily thought to herself. But this is even harder than going while she’s here. She’s waiting for me to pee! I don’t know if I can do this. I can just lie and say I don’t have to but then I’d just wet the new one and I’d have to sit in it for who knows how long. Damn it now I really need to go. Emily looked back up and found Anna digging through the closet with her back to her. Guess now’s my chance. She closed her eyes and let go, a bit surprised by her body’s lack of resistance.
Anna finished collecting all the supplies she needed for the change, not bothering with gloves since she knew Emily would ask her to leave. She turned back around surprised Emily hadn’t said anything yet and saw the girl with her eyes closed while blushing a bit. Wait, is she actually peeing? Good for her. She looks cute when she pees. Wait why am I watching? Why am I walking closer?
Emily opened her eyes and saw Anna right next to her looking at her. Emily’s face grew red as she stared back at Anna whose face was also red. She couldn’t look away from her as she continued wetting herself but for some strange reason she didn’t want to stop. Peeing felt so good all of a sudden. She felt her lower half getting warm again but it wasn’t from urine.
Anna bit her lower lip the expression on Emily’s face was just so... so… sexy? She couldn’t stop herself from blurting out the question.
“Are you peeing?” Anna asked quietly even though she could hear it from where she was, she just really wanted to hear Emily say it.
“Yeah.” Emily quietly admitted unable to look away from Anna. “It feels good.”
That was it. Anna couldn’t stop herself from getting on the bed. She kept telling herself to stop but she couldn’t as she wrapped her arm around Emily and pulled her into a deep kiss. Emily was more than happy to oblige as she returned the kiss while pulling Anna on top of her. She began exploring Anna’s mouth with her tongue as she felt Anna do the same to her own. Anna broke the kiss but started again on the side of Emily’s neck.
“Tell me when you want to stop and I’ll change you.” Anna whispered into Emily’s ear before lightly nibbling on the bottom of it.
“Not yet.” Emily moaned as she attached herself to Anna’s lips once again. After a few minutes Anna smiled as she felt a pair of hands slowly reaching into her shirt.
“I need to get ready for bed, Emily.” Anna whispered seductively as she sat up now straddling the girl. “You can help me if you want.”
“How so?” Emily asked as she began lightly kissing Anna’s stomach.
“Well, the first thing I usually do is take off my bra.” Anna whispered as she grabbed Emily’s hands and guided them to the straps in the back. Emily’s heart began pounding as she began undoing the straps, a huge smile plastered on her face. Once she finally got it off she pulled it down and laughed. Pokeballs, should have known.
She moved her hands back around to the front as Anna nodded in approval before re-continuing their kiss. Emily inched her way up before coming in contact with Anna’s breasts. She froze for a moment before being given the go-ahead and latched on. She felt around the sides of each before moving to the tops getting a feel for the size.
They’re a lot bigger than mine Emily thought probably a D. She gave them a quick squeeze before starting to play with her nipples as she got a moan of approval from Anna in return. I hope she doesn’t do the same to me, there’s nothing up there to squeeze.
“Now what do you usually do?” Emily asked as she tried to distract her from any thoughts of her chest.
“Next come my shorts.” Anna said kissing down Emily’s neck.
Emily reached her arms out feeling Anna’s stomach and slowly making her way down her hips until she reached the top of her shorts then slowly began un-buckling them and slid them down. Emily stared for a moment, admiring Anna’s figure as she pulled off her shorts the rest of the way. Emily blushed as she felt a hand on the front of her cold, wet diaper beginning to rub her.
“You know,” Emily said with a grin on her face, “That’s not my bladder.”
“I know.” Anna laughed as she rubbed faster as Emily began to moan. “It’s cold, let me warm it back up for you.”
Emily’s lower half felt so hot despite the clammy diaper and she had to admit this felt even better wet than it did dry. She wrapped her arms around Anna as she unconsciously began pushing herself into Anna’s hand. Anna began kissing Emily again in order to quiet the girls’ moans as she kept up the rubbing.
“Are you about to cum?” Anna teased as she felt the girl start shaking under her.
“I’m…n-not sssur-AHHH!!” Emily moaned as she began feeling intense pleasure that far surpassed earlier.
“That’s it, Emily, go ahead and cum.” She encouraged as she firmly grabbed the girl’s diapered crotch as she felt Emily begin to orgasm as a jet of warm pee filled Emily’s diaper.
“Ooh, ahh! Mmmm.” Emily moaned. “This feels amazing.” She said as continued to pee as Anna held her. “So good” she panted.
Anna began kissing her as she waited for her to come down from her high. She was about to get off and change her but froze when she felt a hand slip into her panties.
“Hey, hey, Em. What are you doing?” Anna asked a bit startled.
“Returning the favor.” Emily answered smiling mischievously. “You’re all wet.” She said a bit puzzled.
“Well, yeah how could I not be?” Anna said as she accepted what was happening and closed her eyes enjoying every second as she let out a quiet moan.
“Why?” Emily asked innocently as she continued her not so innocent exploration of Anna’s nether regions.
“How are you so innocent yet so good at this?” Anna panted. For all Anna knew Emily was terrible having nothing to judge by for she herself had about as much experience as Emily. “When girls get excited they get wet down there. You probably didn’t notice because of your diaper.”
“Oh, I see.” Emily said as she continued to explore while taking in all the new information. “How come?”
“So things can be inserted.” Anna panted out not realizing the consequences of her words as Emily suddenly thrusted in two of her fingers.
“ARGHH” Anna moaned in pain and pleasure, not really sure of which. “Oh, ahh!!aa mnggg” Anna moaned as Emily began exploring her fingers new surroundings twisting them about and using her other hand to slide Anna’s panties off since they were soaked through. Emily wasn’t really sure if Anna was enjoying this or not so she tried sliding her fingers out only to get a louder moan in return so she quickly pushed them back in thinking she had hurt her.
“Yes!” Anna moaned “Do that again.” Emily obeyed slowly drawing her two fingers in and out as fluid began dripping down.
“You’re, umm, leaking.” Emily stated as she kept her rhythm.
“It’s ok, that’s normal.” Anna panted out. “Faster, please.”
“Does it feel good?” Emily asked amazed at the scene before her as she pumped her fingers faster.
“Good!” Anna almost yelled “So fucking good!”
Emily beamed with happiness knowing her actions were bringing her friend so much pleasure. She decided to start pumping her fingers as fast as she could as she inserted a third wondering what would happen.
“Ahh!! Ahh!!! Ahh!!!!!” Anna moaned “Oh no, Em, stop or I’ll cum!”
“Be my guest.” Emily smiled knowing how good it had made her feel, unknowing of impending shower that would result.
“If that…happens I’ll… pee on you! “ Anna managed to choke out between thrusts.
Emily was torn, she didn’t want to leave her friend hanging but Anna was right above her and she really didn’t want to become a human toilet. She scanned the area for some kind of solution and saw the cup of water on her nightstand. She quickly dumped it out and, with a few final thrusts pulled out and quickly held the empty cup under her right as a powerful orgasm rocketed through Anna’s body.
Anna grabbed the pillow next to her and held it over her mouth and screamed in ecstasy as she came and peed into the cup below her. She had never felt such intense pleasure before. She gasped for air as she continued to shake and empty herself; unknowing and currently uncaring of the whereabouts of her body’s contents.
Anna finally opened her eyes to a strange sound ready to apologize profusely for urinating onto the girl below her. She was a little shocked to see Emily smiling and looked down to see herself peeing into a cup held by Emily.
“Nice save.” Anna said “Damn it. Stop!” she moaned at her body as she tried but failed to stop the flow.
“Now you know how I felt.” Emily said laughing. “It’s ok, just go ahead and finish.”
Anna closed her eyes and sighed knowing she had no strength left in her body to fight it. She finally finished 15 seconds later to find the cup had long since over flowed on to Emily.
“I am so sorry.” Anna said as she jumped off and dumped the over flowing cup in the sink.
Emily just shrugged. “I already wet through the diaper earlier and it leaked on both of us.
Anna grabbed a couple towels from the cupboard and wrapped one around her waist and tossed the other over her shoulder. She unhooked the Iv from Emily and helped her up and noticed the giant wet spot under her. Leaked? More like gushed. She stripped the bedding and set it aside then got some fresh sheets and blankets.
“Now let’s get you in the shower.” Anna said guiding her out of the room and into the hallway towards the showers. She led her inside and closed the door behind them. She then turned the shower on and waited for the temperature to be just right before removing the soaked diaper and throwing it away along her hospital gown. Anna then turned to leave but felt Emily grab her shirt.
“Actually, umm, w-would you join me?” Emily asked a bit embarrassed. Anna smiled and figured why not, she’s broken about every rule today anyway why stop now. She hung up the towels and took off the last of her clothing and followed Emily in.
“Would you like me to wash you?” Anna offered. Emily smiled and nodded as she sat down on the stool. Anna grabbed the retractable shower head and wet down Emily’s hair then lathered it with shampoo.
“Ahh, this feels so good.” Emily said happily as she fully relaxed as Anna massaged her head. “How do you like interning here?”
“I love it” Anna said as she scrubbed Emily’s head smiling at her remark. “I get to travel a lot, see lots of different Pokémon and trainers and learn all about each one and how their different bodies act. Why the sudden interest?”
“I was just thinking, I had my first battle the other day.”
“Oh yeah. How’d it go?” Anna asked as she rinsed Emily’s hair.
“Not so well, I hated seeing my Pokémon get hurt. Maybe I’m not meant to be a trainer. I think I’d rather help them then watch them get hurt.” Emily said. “How did you become an intern here?”
“Through a recommendation.” Anna explained. “You can only get in through a recommendation from either a nurse joy or a level three intern.”
“Oh ok. Interesting.”
“I know this is kind of an awkward place to ask but, umm, would you. . . “Anna asked mumbling the last part.
“Huh? I didn’t catch that last part?”
“Well there’s an intern spot that opened and I was wondering you know since I’m a level three intern and you seem to be interested, if I put in a recommendation. Would you stay?” Anna asked.
“You’d do that for me?!” Emily nearly shouted as her face lit up. I-I yes of course I would. But, I don’t live around here.” Emily said her voice dropping.
Anna beamed.” That’s okay, we live here in the dorms for free as long as we work extra for it. The other thing I wanted to ask, since you said yes, was umm. Would you be my girlfriend?”
“What really?” Emily asked her face lit up until she heard the last part then got serious.
“Come here, Anna.”
“What?” Anna said nervously.”
“Closer. Closer. Even more.” Emily said until they were nearly nose to nose and then began kissing Anna under the stream of the shower. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.” Emily said as they broke apart.
Anna smiled happily when she heard Emily’s response. “Oh and by the way. Happy Birthday.”
“Best birthday ever.” Emily said and pulled Anna in for one more kiss. |
CHAPTER SIX
"You didn't mention I'd have to pass a test and an interview." The young women hissed at the girl who sat beside her at orientation. The older blue eyed girl smiled innocently but kept her attention on the Cerulean City's Nurse Joy as she continued explaining about the program. Four years of hands on training, free room and board, and a guaranteed position for those who graduate. It all sounded so good to 17 year old Emily Ketchum who bounced her knees up and down from nerves. There's just one problem. They only accept three interns a year, and from what Emily could tell, there had to be at least 20 or so people here. Emily sat back in her chair and shifted a bit trying to find a comfortable spot in the hard plastic chair as she continued listening but feeling a little less hopeful than before once she learned only the people who got an 80% or better on the exam got to go on to the second half of the selection process. The older girl who accompanied Emily gave her a worried look as she took notice of Emily's bouncing knee and inability to sit still. Why can't she just suck up her pride and listen to me for once thought 20 year old Anna as she thought of the two girls argument earlier that evening.
" Do you think you can hold it until this is over?" Anna asked mistaking Emily's nerves as a sign for needing the bathroom. Emily quickly snapped out of her trance unsure of what Anna meant. "You should have just worn it like I told you too."
"I'm fine." Emily quickly whispered back turning a bit red at the mention of what IT was.
It had been three months since Emily had been admitted to the Pokémon centers hospital wing. This very Pokemon center to be precise. Emily hated people looking after her and wanted very much to be independent. She was also very shy and self-conscious, in other words, a privacy freak. Being overly conscientious was what landed her in the hospital in the first place. She was admitted with a massive bladder infection that had traveled into her kidneys from holding her bladder for too long because she was too shy to admit she had to go while traveling with Anna.
The treatment plan had been less than ideal for a privacy freak like Emily, having been forced back into diapers for several days while her system was flushed out with a diuretic and saline solution. Not only that but it was her crush who was in charge of changing her and cleaning her up as if she was a helpless baby. Emily had to admit it wasn't all bad though considering she had gone in with a infection and came out with a girl friend. She blushed and turned red as she remembered their first and only night together so far. Things had gotten a little heated during one of her changes and next thing they knew they were enjoying a intimate shower together.
The following morning Anna had come to her senses and quickly put a stop to those kinds of activities but they had agreed to continue seeing each other and going on dates on the weekend. Anna was much more hush hush about her true relationship with Emily and insisted to everyone that they were just good friends and asked Emily to do the same if anyone asked. Emily didn't mind as she herself didn't quite understand what was going on, she had never considered the fact that she was gay and she didn't think she liked girls in general, but something about Anna had immediately grabbed her attention. She didn't like girls and she didn't really care for guys either, she just wanted Anna. Maybe she was just an Annasexual. She'd do anything for her. Well, almost anything.
"I brought it with me just in case. You'll be taking the test in a few minutes, and you won't be allowed to leave the room for two hours. I know the medication you're on makes control a little difficult for you, and I don't want you to have to worry or be distracted by that." Anna said pointing to her purse.
Emily had refused for what felt like a million times already. After the embarrassment she went through in the hospital Emily flat out refused to be put in a diaper, pull-up, good-night, depend or any other incontinent related item since, causing the loss of three pairs of pajama pants, two skirts and a sleeping bag. The medication Emily had to take since leaving the hospital made her bladder a bit weaker as a side effect and considering her bladder was never that strong to begin with was a problem. She had never told anyone of her occasional accident but when it came time for her 3 month check up that damn flightless duck scanned her again and ratted her out to the Dr. who then sent her off with a pack of diapers and instructions for Anna to make sure Emily wore them when there's no immediate bathroom so she wouldn't hold it and make herself sick again.
Emily assured Anna that she would use the bathroom before the test and she would be fine but when the orientation was finished they only had 10 minutes until they would begin the exam. Anyone late getting back would not be allowed to take the test. When Emily finally found the bathroom she was a bit distressed. She hadn't noticed before now that everyone here was girls until she saw the line leading outside of the Women's bathroom. She knew she wouldn't be able to get through the line before she would have to report for the test. She decided to stand in line anyway when she started to feel the familiar pressure start to build. Emily knew she'd never be able to hold it for two hours and by the time the line only moved by three people the five minute warning had been given. She sighed in defeat knowing she really had only one choice and returned to Anna.
"Okay, you win, Anna." Emily said looking embarrassed. " I'll wear it." she whispered almost barely audible.
"Good! I have it right he-uh-oh" Anna said as she began emptying her purse. "It's not here. Don't worry" Anna said as she approached Nurse Joy and began whispering to her. Nurse Joy looked over at Emily as Emily quickly looked down in embarrassment. Nurse Joy looked up Emily's file in the computer then called her over.
"She's really shy about this so be careful." Anna added as Nurse Joy took Emily by the hand and led her towards a supply closet then into an empty room. She noticed Emily shaking as her eyes became puffy and red.
"Oh, sweetie, don't be embarrassed. It's okay, I'm glad that you came to me, instead of risking it. It's not good for your health right now. Just go ahead lay on the floor and let me take care of this." Emily nodded as silent tears rolled down her cheek as she laid down on the mat that was laid out on the floor.
"That's it." Nurse Joy said as she pulled off Emily's skirt and panties then slid the diaper under her and added some powder. Once she finished taping up the sides she offered Emily her hand and pulled her back up. "That wasn't so bad," she said as she handed Emily back her clothes. "I have to ask , how did you get that nasty scar on your leg though?"
"When I was younger, our old house was infested with Ratatta and Ratticate nests in the walls. A Ratticate used Poison Fang on my leg while I was sleeping, the infection was so bad they almost had to amputate my leg. I was bedridden for about a month."
"Oh, you poor thing, but then why are you so embarrassed by this? It sounds like you'd be used to it."
"It reminds me of back then." Emily said while pulling her skirt back on. "I hated lying in bed and feeling helpless and scared. I could hear them moving in the walls at night but no one believed me until everyone started getting mouse bites all over them. Back then I had seizures in my sleep which caused me to wet the bed. The smell of urine is what caused them to attack me." she said while shifting her weight back and forth. Emily already had to go pretty badly already, but she really didn't want to sit it in it for 2 hours as she remembered how gross it felt.
"Oh that's awful, Well I'm glad you're okay now. " Nurse Joy said about to pick up everything until she saw Emily squirming. "Are you okay?"
"Ye-yeah" Emily said a little too quickly.
"You know, I 'm sorry but I can't let you use the bathroom because as soon as I leave this room time will be up, but I can change you again before I put everything away."
"O-oh" Emily said as her face turned red as she realized what that meant. Sit in it all night or get changed immediately.
"You have three seconds to decide before I decide for you. 3-2-1"
"Ok, I'll go now." Emily blurted out.
"Good choice," Nurse Joy said as she pulled another diaper out of the packaging and began unfolding it. "Take your skirt off and lay down when you're ready. It's easiest when you're squatting. "
Emily closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, squatted down and relaxed. She immediately felt her bladder begin to empty itself into the padding both saddened and relieved her body didn't put up a fight. Once she finished, she laid back down on the mat and let Nurse Joy re-diaper her without a fuss.
"Thank you." Emily said quietly as the last tape was put into place.
"You're quite welcome, dear. I know this must have been hard to do, but at least you won't have to worry during the test."
When Nurse Joy read Emily's chart along with the Drs. notes she was expecting the worst, but was surprised and thankful for her cooperation. After the second change all the potential interns were ushered in another room and handed out the tests.
Anna sat in the lobby with Nurse Joy silently cheering Emily on. Two and a half hours later Emily waddled out of the exam room as they sat and waited for the results. Finally the moment of truth as all the girls crowded around a list that was posted on the wall. Once the crowd died down Emily slowly approached and stared at the list like a deer in the headlights before she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"What is it?" Anna asked concerned as she stared at the list and froze as well. "You got a 98%... You got the top score" Anna said practically shouting now and lifting up Emily in her arms. Completely caught up in the excitement Anna spun Emily towards her and gave her a kiss to rival that from there one night together. Emily quickly snapped out of her trance and wrapped her arms around Anna, more than happy to kiss her back after there relationship had been nothing but mere friendship for the past 3 months.
"Dude! Check it out! Those two chicks are making out" the girls heard from somewhere quickly snapping them back to reality.
"Err, umm, I meant congratulations, Emily." Anna said turning bright red.
"Th-thanks." Emily said, more excited about the kiss than getting the top score.
"Anna, we need to talk" Nurse Joy said with a stern expression on her face. |
Chapter seven
"Annabella Silph." Nurse Joy said. "Now" she added impatiently after receiving nothing but blank stares from both girls. Anna nodded slowly and let go of Emily's hand and followed Nurse Joy into the back with her head hung in shame. Emily watched Anna go while noticing the normally cool and composed older girl that she admired so much was practically shaking as she followed the pink haired woman to the back. Once Anna was out of sight, Nurse Joy turned to close the door but not before sending a look to Emily as if to say, "you're next."
Nurse Joy motioned for Anna to take a seat before she sat behind her desk and started messaging her temples. Seconds felt like hours to Anna as they both sat quietly until Nurse Joy finally broke the silence.
"What was that?"
"It was nothing." Anna said, still afraid to look her in the eye, opting to gaze out the window instead.
"That didn't look like nothing. That looked like a whole lot of something to me." she said standing up and walking over to the sink as she began filling two mugs with hot water.
"We are just friends." Anna said like she had practiced if anyone asked.
"And do you always stick your tongue into your friends mouths?" Nurse Joy asked as she continued making tea for the both of them. Anna blushed but remained silent.
"Is that what kids do these days? When I was your age, friends shared secrets not saliva."
"N-no." Anna said wishing she was anywhere but here. "She just... reminds me of my little sister."
"So you used to stick your tongue in your sisters mouth?" Nurse Joy said handing Anna a cup of tea before returning to her desk with her own. "I didn't realize you and your sister had THAT kind of relationship."
"No! I never stuck my tongue in my friends or sisters mouths!" Anna said her face now turning red as she took a sip of tea while trying to clear her head.
"Then why exactly would you do that to Emily? In the middle of my crowded Pokémon center I might add."
"I'm sorry. I just got caught up in the excitement. I was just so happy for her and-"
"I was happy for her too, but that doesn't mean I wanted to stick my tongue in her mouth." Nurse Joy stated. Anna shook her head trying to get rid of that mental picture. "Seeing as how Emily was more than happy to participate I'm going to assume that was not the first time you girls have done that."
"I've been trying to keep things as platonic as possible."
"And you're doing a swell job of that." Nurse Joy said sarcastically. "If word got back to your father-"
"Screw my father!" Anna yelled as tears began flowing from her eyes.
"Let me ask you this." Nurse Joy said pausing for a moment to collect her thoughts. "Does your relationship with Emily have anything to do with the pressure your father has been putting on you to marry. Is this your way of getting back at him?"
"No of course not. My feelings for Emily have nothing to do with him or his marriage interviews/business deals."
"What business deals?"
"The men he tries to set me up with are sons from rivaling businesses owners from other regions. Marrying me off to one of them is nothing more than him trying to expand his empire. Everything is about money and politics. I want no part of it. He thinks threatening to cut me off will get me to change my mind. I don't need or want his money. Or him."
"Anna, that's cold. He's still your fath-."
"HE KILLED THEM!" she yelled now sobbing uncontrollably. "He's the reason they're dead! How could I ever love him?"
"Come here, Anna." Nurse Joy said as she rose from her seat and made her way to the distraught girl in front of her. She took one of her hands and pulled her up, now leading her to the couch where she sat her down and joined her. "Take off your shoes and lay down." she ordered as she patted her lap motioning for Anna to rest her head there. Anna kicked off her shoes and stretched out on the couch and laid her head in Nurse Joys lap. Nurse Joy ran her fingers through the sobbing girls hair until she finally calmed down enough to talk. "So what exactly is your relationship with Emily?"
"She's my girlfriend." Anna admitted as if in a trance enjoying the sensation of Nurse Joy playing with her hair. "She's the one I found in the forest three months ago."
"I see, I sent you to search for pecha berries and you come back with a date." she teased. "An unconscious one if I remember correctly. The only time I saw her was when she was brought in on the stretcher. Who knew she'd be so smart."
"She was sick when she was a kid so all she ever did was read and study. I had no idea she was that smart, honestly. When I met her she was lost in the forest, attempting to read an upside down map while trying not to wet herself. Not to mention she was scared to death of my harmless little rattata."Anna said smiling at the memory.
"I'd probably be scared of them too if I went through what she did as a kid."
"What do you mean?" Anna asked.
"Those 'harmless little rattata' almost cost her her leg as a child. The whole experience left her quite traumatized. She told me they had built nests in the walls of her house and that she could hear them at night. They attacked her in her sleep and poisoned her quite badly. It left her bed ridden for about a month." Anna shuddered at the thought."She seemed on the verge of a anxiety attack about being in a diaper. Seeing how she was bedridden for so long she probably had to be re-potty trained. Maybe she's afraid of loosing her control again."
"It makes sense. Maybe that's why she was always trying to hold it until the last minute and how she got so sick. She put up one hell of a fight when I told her she had to wear diapers while in the hospital. This program must mean a lot to her if she willingly let you diaper her." Anna said.
"Actually I changed her twice. After I put it on her it was pretty obvious she had to go and since I had read her file it said she wasn't supposed to be holding it. I wasn't going to make her sit in a used one for the whole test, so I told her if she went right then I'd change her before the test."
"She actually used it in front of you? I'm surprised." Anna said thinking back to all the times Emily kicked her out of the room when she had to go.
"She wasn't to happy about it, but she must have weighed her options and found it better than the alternative. She would have been a fine addition to our staff." Nurse Joy said causing Anna to freeze.
"Would have?"
"Now that you've admitted to dating her I can no longer accept your recommendation for her to enter this program."
"No, please don't do that to her! I-i'll break up with her!" Anna pleaded.
"That is what I'd normally say. However, I have never seen someone score that high on my test before. While it's true I can no longer accept your recommendation I will make an exception this once and give her my own recommendation like I did for you, Ms. 46%"
"Oh! thank you, thank you so much! " Anna said rolling over and pulling her into a giant hug while ignoring the comment about her own test score. "Thank you, Aunty"
"You haven't called me that since you were little." Nurse Joy said smiling while stroking her nieces face. "Your mother would be so proud of you."
"I miss her." Anna said sadly after a moment.
"I miss her too." Nurse Joy said. |
Chapter eight
Emily shuddered as she made eye contact with Nurse Joy after receiving a look from her that said, "I'll deal with you later." Emily stood frozen in fear as Nurse Joy turned her back and slammed the door shut behind her. oh man, oh man I am so dead she thought to herself as she began pacing back and forth. Emily could hear Anna raise her voice and then the sound of her crying. What is Nurse Joy doing to her in there?! Emily worried as the worst possible scenarios played out in her mind. What if she gets fired because of me? I couldn't live with myself if that was the case. I'll tell Nurse Joy I'll break up with Anna if it will help her keep her job. Break up? Emily thought to her self. Were they ever even a couple? Tonight was the first night in over three months she's shown me any kind of affection what so ever. Sure we've been on dates but could they even really be called that? More like just two friends hanging out really. Anna had always seemed really nervous when we were in public together, like she was always looking over her shoulder, like she didn't want to be seen with me.Emily sat down on the wooden bench instead of the couch afraid her soaked diaper would leak as she let her fears get the better of her. Could I really blame her? I mean I'm sitting in a wet diaper after all. Why would she WANT to be seen with me. What was that kiss about if she didn't like me? That was some kiss Emily thought as a dopey grin spread on her face just thinking about it. "Annabella Silph huh?" she said quietly to herself. Silph... Silph... Why did that name sound so familiar? Emily tried racking her brain trying to come up with something, but after a minute or two she gave up completely as her mind wandered to other things. Like her uncomfortable wet diaper that was driving her crazy. Emily quickly checked her pockets but realized her panties were not there. She must have left them in the room that Nurse Joy and Anna now occupied."Ugh." she quietly moaned to herself in disgust. This reminded her of being stuck in bed as a kid in a used diaper while her leg was healing. No matter how much it disgusted her as a kid she could never get herself to ask her babysitter for a change, preferring instead that her mom change her. She was so shy back then, but as she thought about it she hadn't really improved all that much. She thought her options over, she could take it off now, but that would mean going commando under her skirt. She decided it was probably not the best idea. Emily poked at it under her skirt feeling it squish. I hope they come out soon, this will definitely leak if I pee in it again, but if I use the toilet I'll have to go commando. Hmm... what to do she thought as she felt the familiar sensation in her bladder. Really? At a time like this? Really? Emily decided to go see the scores again as to keep her mind off her predicament.I still can't believe I got a 98% she thought to herself as she stared at the list. I'm sure loads of people have, that test was pretty easy after all. I bet Anna got a 100% she thought unknowing of how wrong she really was."Man, that test was so hard!" Emily heard a girl her age complain as she approached her and glanced at the list as well."Guess I'll have to try again next year." she said sadly. The girl looked at the uncomfortable expression on Emily's face and assumed she also didn't make it. "Don't feel bad If you didn't pass, I know they say they take up too three interns but that's IF three people pass. Normally only one person gets in every couple years. They say the average persons score is about a 60% see." she said pointing at the list of everyone else s score. Emily looked at everyone else's percentages and noticed the range went from 30%-75%"Woah!" the girl said with her mouth practically hanging open. "Someone scored a 98% That's...that's impossible! The highest score I've ever heard of is a 88% by a girl like 3-4 years ago, and even then there's been rumors that her father paid her way in. Hell, I'd probably get in too if my father owned a multi-billion dollar company.""If she was a billionaire, why would she want to work at a Pokémon center?" Emily asked making the girl next to her get flustered.
"She probably doesn't even work here. It was probably all just for show anyway. Ooh look my daughter got into a prestigious school, look how much better we are than you." the girl said in a mock voice that irritated Emily. "Her name was like Bella or something Isabella Silph or something." Or Annabella... Emily quickly thought as the color quickly drained from her face."What's Silph?" Emily asked quietly."You seriously don't know what Silph is? As in Silph Co. the makers of pretty much every Pokémon item known to man. Potions, Poke balls, Antidotes. You name it. They even own all the Poke mart chains. No wonder you didn't pass" the girl said. "I feel like those were the only questions I knew." Well that explains the missing 2% Emily thought. Anna? A multi-billionaire? I mean her father anyway but still, that can't be right."I'm sure it wasn't her." Emily said more to reassure herself than the other girl. "I'm sure Silph is a common last name.""Here." The girl said as she typed something into the console on her arm and a hologram image of a family popped up. "The pictures from like six years ago but that's her right there. Oh my bad, her name's Annabella not Isabella." What? This can't be happening? No way! I don't want to believe it, but that's definitely her! That's Anna...my Anna."Man you could totally pass for her sister." the girl said pointing at the young girl in the photo who looked quite like a younger version of Emily herself. "If she hadn't died a few years back I'd swear you were her.""She died?" Emily asked."Yeah, both her mom and her sister died in a car accident." she said showing her the rest of the article. "Are you okay? You don't look so good."
Patter Patter Patter Patter Patter"Huh? What's that sound?" The girl asked looking around before noticing the small stream coming from under Emily's skirt and trickling onto the linoleum floor below. Emily was frozen to the spot with her face burning red as she tried her hardest to stop peeing with unfavorable results as she continued leaking loudly onto the floor below. "Eww! Are you wetting yourself?" the girl shouted backing away from the growing puddle on the floor.Emily couldn't hold back the sobs as she saw Nurse Joy and Anna re emerge back into the lobby as she continued wetting herself. Anna glared at the other girl who was making a scene and signaled for her to beat it. Nurse Joy went back into the cupboard to collect a few things while Anna waited for Emily to finish since moving her would just make a bigger mess. Once Emily was done, Anna took her by the hand and led the sobbing girl into the office as Nurse Joy followed behind after she made a page to janitorial. Once the door was closed Emily began sobbing even louder into Anna's chest as Anna held her and tried to comfort her by rocking her in her arms."It's ok, it was just an accident." Anna whispered."There's no way you like me! I don't want you to lose your job because of me so we have to break up even though we were never really a couple and I couldn't figure out why you even liked me and then I find out you're some billionaires daughter so there's no way someone like you would like someone like me who just wet themselves and I didn't even know I was wetting myself so there's no way they'll accept someone who wets themselves and I couldn't change and I really like you and...and..." Emily cried not making much sense. Anna didn't like seeing Emily so upset and had no idea what she was saying so she did the only thing she could to quiet her."Emily, look at me."Anna said gently but Emily just shook her head and continued ranting. "Emily, hey Emily, look at me." she said more softy. Emily reluctantly looked up and was suddenly met with Anna's lips against her own. Yeah that shut her up Anna thought but soon her thoughts were filled with other things as the two continued their kiss completely forgetting Nurse Joy was standing a few feet away.Nurse Joy cleared her throat as the two finally broke apart. "Sorry to interrupt your little...fling, but someone needs a change." Emily came crashing down from her high as reality sunk back in. She noticed the mat was placed over the couch as Nurse Joy motioned for her to lay down."I-I can do this myself." Emily said quietly still reeling from the embarrassment. Nurse Joy ignored her and motioned again for her to lay down. Emily sighed and did as she was instructed and blushed once she felt Nurse Joy remove her soaked skirt. Anna handed Nurse Joy a wet wash cloth as Emily felt Nurse Joy start cleaning her legs."So you have officially gotten the highest score out of anyone who has ever taken my test." Nurse Joy said as she tried to calm Emily down."Really?" Emily asked quietly. "I didn't even know what Silph Co was, or who Anna was." She said softly."I didn't want you to know who I really was, I liked you thinking that I was just some average Jane. Cause Honestly, that's who I really am." Anna said."You've never been and never will be some average Jane to me. You're someone special to me. You could've just left me there in that forest.""She wouldn't because she knows I'd kick her ass if she ever did that."Nurse Joy added in as she began on Emily's other leg."Did Nurse Joy just say 'ass'?" Emily asked giggling. "Anna what did you score on the test?" Emily asked causing Anna's face to go red as Nurse Joy laughed. Anna mumbled a number but Emily only caught the 6 at the end. "an 86?" Emily asked as Nurse Joy laughed even harder as she un-taped the soaked diaper and went to work causing Emily to turn a deep shade of red."No," Anna admitted "I got a 46.""Then how did you get in?"Emily asked worried that what the girl had told her was true."It wasn't my dad if that's what you're thinking.""Then how?""Emily, meet my aunt." she said motioning to Nurse Joy who had just finished taping a new diaper onto Emily. "Aunt, meet my girl friend." |
Chapter 9
"Could you possibly have picked a less awkward time for me to meet your family?" Emily said as she sat up while continuing to avoid eye contact with Nurse Joy as Emily held a pillow over her waist. Nurse Joy stood up and tossed her gloves away, and after noticing something on the ground, picked it up and gave the embarrassed girl her panties back. "Th-thanks, I'll just go change back into these." Emily said as she stood and started heading toward the bathroom in Nurse Joys office but was stopped when she felt someone tugging on her arm." I don't think that's such a good idea at the moment, there's a reason I changed you into another diaper." Nurse Joy said as she guided Emily back on couch. "Anna, would you go see if there's anything in the lost and found that would fit her. All I have in here are a few pairs of those grey sweatpants.""It's fine, I'll wear those." Emily said desperate for something to cover her diaper with. Nurse Joy and Anna exchanged nervous glances as Anna let out a small laugh."Ah, well haha, don't worry I'll find you something to wear. Trust me, you don't want to wear those." Anna said as she rose to leave."Why not?" Emily asked since sweatpants sounded quite pleasant to her at the moment as her legs were covered in goose bumps from the cold." You could wear them if you wanted for the time being, but I would suggest not wearing them outside this room." Nurse Joy said. "What is it that you interns refer to them as?""The Pants of Shame." Anna said as she went on to further explain. "You see, if any of the kids have an accident or wet the bed while staying in any Pokémon center, they are then put into a diaper and given those sweatpants to wear. If' you walk out of here in those, you're pretty much telling the world you wet yourself and are wearing a diaper.""Oh, thanks for the warning." Emily said as she immediately changed her mind about wanting to wear sweatpants. "So why aren't you making me wear them then?""Because you're one of us now." Anna said with a smile as she slipped out the door, while closing it gently behind her."One of us?" Emily repeated sounding a bit puzzled."While I don't accept applicants from my interns love interests, I can't let someone with your potential slip away on a technicality. Under normal circumstances you would have been disqualified immediately, Anna should have known better than to pull a stunt like that out there. Thankfully none of the other examinees were there to see since you finished the exam way before anyone else." Nurse Joy explained."I'm sorry." Emily said, blushing down at the floor. "So you're letting me continue on to the next round?""What next round? We only hold interviews in the rare case more than 3 people pass that year ,then from those people I narrow it down to three. People can take the test as many times as they want, which is given out once every three months. You're the only person who has passed in two years. You're in, dear.""What?" Really?" Emily shouted, her voice full of excitement as Nurse Joy nodded, smiling at the girls reaction. "Is that why you're not disqualifying me? Because nobody has passed for a while?" she asked coming down from her high."Hmm, yes and no." Nurse Joy said taking a seat behind her desk. "Yes, I have been wanting some extra help around here for a while now, but the thing is, I think you've really helped Anna.""Helped her?" Emily asked confused. "She's the one always helping and comforting me.""It may seem like it to you, but these last few months have made a tremendous difference in Anna. I don't think I've ever seen her smile so much. I started noticing her change about three months ago. If what she told me tonight is true, that puts it around the same time as when she met you.""Was she not always like this? I can't imagine her not being all smiles." Emily said."These last few years have been hard on her. She was moody, and irritable more times than not. She'd get frustrated easily and was very quick to anger. I sent her out in that forest in the first place to cool her head after she had had another nasty argument with her father.""That sounds nothing like the Anna I know!" Emily said completely shocked to hear this."She came back almost like a completely different person. I couldn't figure out what had happened until tonight," Nurse Joy explained. "I think you must have managed to pull down the walls she had built to keep everyone out. At first I thought she might have been using you as a way to retaliate against her father, since he's been trying to force all these men on her, so for her to suddenly have a girlfriend...""So... you think she's just using me to get back at her father?" Emily said quietly saddened by the thought. Is that all I really am? Is she just pretending to like me to make her father angry? Nurse Joy shook her head as she saw the doubt and fear in Emily's eyes."I thought so at first, but now that I've thought about it, I don't believe so. I've seen the way you two act towards each other, she's not like that with anyone else but you. Listen, for the next couple weeks, would you mind keeping an eye on her for me?""What do you mean?" Emily asked confused."Normally, I'd make it a point to be here this time of the year, but the other Nurse Joys have decided to hold our annual conference now of all times. I'd bring her with me but, unfortunately they've decided to hold it in Saffron.""What's wrong with Saffron?""That's Anna's home town, also where Silph Co. headquarters is located. She hasn't been back since her mother and sisters funeral. Although she may not show it right now, this time of year is very hard for her as the anniversary of their death is coming up in two weeks. Please continue to help her through this difficult time, even if she tries to push you away. You may just be what she needs right now.""I-I had no idea." Emily said sadly. "And here I was worrying about being in a diaper and whether or not Anna was only pretending to like me.""Speaking of which," Nurse Joy said coming towards Emily. "Are you aware of it's current state?""Huh? What are you talking about?" Emily followed Nurse Joys gaze down to her now wet diaper. "I-I didn't even know. When did I...?"You just finished a few seconds ago. I thought you might not be aware because you didn't even seem to flinch. Last time when I suggested you use it I thought you'd need a paper bag to breathe in. The reason I put you in another diaper was because I suspected this might happen. I heard you say something to Anna about not noticing last time either, is that correct?"Emily slowly nodded her head while trying not to cry. After everything she heard about Anna, how could she cry over something as silly as a wet diaper. She had to be tougher, or at least pretend to be tougher, then she really was."Have you always needed to urinate this frequently?' Nurse Joy asked as she grabbed a pen and a note pad and began writing something down. "You've gone at least four-six times in the last three hours.""Not since I was given these pills to take." Emily said feeling uncomfortable at the current subject matter."May I see them?" Nurse Joy asked as she looked up Emily's file on the computer again. Emily nodded as she dug in her bag until she found the almost empty pill bottle and handed it over. "Hmm. Yes this medication can cause urinary incontinence.""What?" Emily said in a panic."Did you notice your control weakening once you started this treatment or before?""A month after I started it I noticed I sometimes wet the bed. That's around when I noticed I needed to pee a lot more than normal. At the two month mark is when I started having trouble holding it and making it on time. Now I feel like I barely even get a warning at all." Emily admitted."That's strange. While it's true it can cause weakening of the bladder muscle, I don't see how such a low dose can cause this, you're only taking 25mg...unless..." Nurse Joy said suddenly picking up her phone and punching in a few numbers. "Hello, yes this is Nurse Joy, I'd like to speak with Dr. Paige please. What do you mean 'which Nurse Joy?' This centers Nurse Joy.... uh-huh....yes.... ok thank you. Interns" she sighed. "Hello, Dr. Page. I'm calling about one of your patients, Emily Ketchum, she was admitted a few months ago with a kidney infection... yeah, I just had a quick question about a medication you prescribed her.....yes the alethgropihhpsviowefene for 25mg, correct? Could you describe what it looks like? "Uh-huh ...yeah, and what if it's not that color?... Green triangles. Oh, I see. Yes, alright I'll tell her. That much? No wonder she's having problems. How does she fix this? Alright I'll have Anna work with her on it....Heh, yeah they're still....friends. No I didn't mean anything by it, she's actually my newest intern...Yeah she passed, get this 95%"Emily could swear she heard a loud "WHAT?" over the phone as she blushed. Was it really that impressive? Doesn't everyone know it takes 8 pikachus it recharge the battery of the carbon flux capacitor, which should then be defused in between two magnetite's before being safe to handle in case the generator fails. Surely the ability to take it apart and put it back together is common knowledge. Emily was soon brought back to earth as she heard Nurse Joy hang up the phone followed by a loud sigh."You want the good news or the bad news?" she asked Emily."What's wrong?""I was right, you shouldn't be having these kinds of symptoms on 25mg, but say some idiot filled your pill bottle with 250mg on the other hand, that could lead to some problems. There's no permanent damage but in the mean time you'll be in diapers for a little bit longer. Don't worry" Nurse Joy added when she saw the destructive look in Emily's eyes that made her shiver. "You'll only be in pull-ups so you can change yourself. I'll have Anna work with you on re-training. You'll be back to normal in no time.""Well, what's the good news?!""The pharmaceutical department now has an opening.""Ugh."Emily moaned letting her head fall on the couches arm rest."Well, my little prodigy, I can show you something that may lift your spirits." Nurse Joy said with suspicious laugh. "I just remembered something, let's say I can prove Anna isn't acting when it comes to her feelings for you" She said while clicking on a few things on her computer."How?" Emily asked quickly bringing her head back up as Nurse Joy began playing a video as a full color hologram image appeared on her desk."Remember that commercial that aired last year about bringing your Pokémon in for regular check ups? This is a video of Anna's try-out for the part. The production company thought it would be a great idea if the daughter of Silph Co was the face of Pokémon centers... until they witnessed this.""Oh...oh God... that's... woah " Emily said cringing as she watched and thought, well, now I know for sure Anna isn't acting....because Anna...can't act..."Hey, Emily. I managed to find a couple pairs of pants that might-" Anna said as she entered the room until she saw what they were watching. Emily watched as her face changed several different colors before screaming. "I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO BURN THAT!!!"Nurse Joy just smiled and said, "Welcome back, Anna. Please have a seat. We need to talk.""About what?" she asked as she joined Emily on the couch."About your punishment of course." Nurse Joy said giving off a smile that sent chills down both Anna and Emily's backs. She got up and grabbed a pair of the "Pants of Shame" and not one but two diapers."Please don't make her wear those, I think she should -" Anna started but Nurse Joy just continued to smile."These aren't all for Emily, dear. These are for you." she said sliding a diaper and the sweatpants over to her."...You're joking, right?" Anna asked staring at the the diaper, then back to Nurse Joy. "You're not really suggesting what I think you are." Smile. "This isn't funny." Smile. "No, please, you can't." Anna pleaded as if begging for her life as her face grew redder and redder. "You can at least stop smiling, you're creeping us out.""Here, Emily, you look like you can use a change. Consider me changing you half of the punishment. " Nurse Joy said laying out the mat again. Emily quietly obeyed and laid down on the mat. Something told Emily she did not want to cross this women. "I know your having some trouble, but try peeing one more time before I change you. It looks like this can hold a bit more.""Umm... I- I don't know." Emily said looking utterly embarrassed."Just close your eyes and relax." Nurse Joy said."She turns to putty if you rub her stomach." Anna said. That wasn't my stomach you were rubbing though Emily thought to herself as she felt Nurse Joys hand begin gently rubbing her abdomen. This doesn't feel so bad either she thought as she closed her eyes."Hehe, you're right she really does melt." Nurse Joy said smiling down on the now relaxed Emily. "That's it, good girl" Emily heard as she felt her diaper grow warm again as well as her face. "Get ready, Anna, you're next." Nurse Joy said as she finished up Emily."Can't we talk about this?""Sure, either you get on the mat in the next 10 seconds and let me put this diaper on you, or I play that video in the lobby AND I put a diaper on you." Nurse Joy said. Anna grumbled something about blackmail but eventually got on the mat. Her face turned redder than Emily's as she felt her pants get taken off. "My my, black lace panties, and just what were you planning on doing tonight?" Nurse Joy teased making both girls faces blush. "No need for these anymore." she said while pulling them off."Just shoot me now." groaned Anna. Emily sat her padded butt down with a poof near Anna's head and began running her fingers through Anna's hair as a means of distraction. Anna's eyes sprung open, but she visibly relaxed once she realized it was just Emily.Emily gave her a weak smile, as if to say "I know the feeling", as the two quietly stared into each others eyes. Anna reached up and took Emily's free hand and held it in her own as she lightly traced the top of the younger girls palm with her thumb. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the gentle strokes of her head almost forgetting about the situation she was in. Almost."There all done." Nurse Joy said as she stood back up and quietly watched the two who were lost in their own world. Nurse Joy couldn't help but smile as she saw the look on her nieces face that had been missing for the last six years. A look of peace and contentment, and if she didn't know any better, maybe even a spark of happiness as Emily kept Anna's inner demons at bay, at least for this moment. She almost hated to break it up, but there were things to do and rules to set."Alright!" she said while loudly clapping, breaking the two out of their trance. "Here's what's going to happen. Due to a blunder in the pharmacy, Emily will now be in pull-ups full time. I wrote down a list of what she will need. I would like the two of you to go pick them up tonight. I was also hoping you could work with her, she will need to be re-trained as soon as possible.""Sure." Anna said as Emily blushed at the thought of what the re-training would entail. It couldn't be any worse than diaper changes. Emily suddenly pictured herself sitting on an over sized potty chair while Anna stood beside her cheering as she went "pee pee" and awarded her with a gold star on a chart. Yes. Yes it could be worse than diapers."Emily, hey, Emily, are you there?" Nurse Joy asked waving a hand in front of her face."Yeah, sorry, what's up?" Emily asked trying to shake away the remnant of her day dream."I said you can see if any of those pants fit you." Nurse Joy said pointing to the pile Anna had brought with her. "You, on the other hand." she said turning her attention to Anna. "You get the Pants of Shame." she said as she tossed a pair over to her. "24 hours. No bathroom. Emily will change you when you need it.""Me?" Emily asked blushing."I thought it would be fitting. She changed you while you were in the hospital, right? Turn abouts fair play. Consider this punishment for the both of you. If I ever catch you two swapping spit in my lobby again. I'll make it a week for both of you. Nurse Joy said. "I don't mind if you two are together, but I need to stress the importance of keeping this on the down low. If a reporter saw you guys, it could end up in the paper. Anna's father is a very powerful man who cares very much about image, and if anything threatened that, who knows what he'll do. I don't care what you two do behind closed doors, but please try to keep it that. OK? Now get dressed, both of you and I'll see you tomorrow."
Chapter 10
It was 8:30 pm as both girls stepped out of Nurse Joys office and into the now busy Pokemon Center. Trainers of all ages had gathered in the lobby as they stood in line to check in their injured Pokemon and receive their room assignment. A few interns rushed around trying to sustain order and keep everyone in a single file line. Emily noticed their attempts were futile as they were having about as much luck as if they were herding meowths. Emily wondered which would be worse, herding children or herding meowths as no one under the age of 16 paid the interns any mind."Oh, Anna, thank God you're here. We've been looking for you." One intern said who looked like she had her hands full trying to keep two boys from having a Pokemon battle inside."There's no way your Ivysaur can beat my raichu!" one boy said clearly agitated."Yeah, wanna bet? My three badges say other wise. So why don't you just run on home and talk to me once you've actually beaten a gym leader." The other said in a way that made Emily almost want to step in."I'll take you on, right here, right now!""Boys, please take it outside." the intern pleaded. "Anna, you're much more....scary. Can you find a way to control the crowd?" Anna? Scary? What's she going to do, hug them to death? Emily thought until she heard Anna yell that made her jump a foot in the air."EVERYONE!" Anna shouted at the rambunctious crowd. "PLEASE FORM A SINGLE FILE LINE IN FRONT OF THE DESK.""Hey!" Emily heard from the crowd as she looked and saw it belonged to the girl from earlier. "It's that girl who peed her pants!" she shouted as Emily's face turned ghost white."Who?" someone asked. "Oh, I bet it's that girl in the sweat pants! Aren't those the ones they make you wear if you have an accident?""Yeah, you're right. And they actually let someone like that work here? I thought this place was supposed to have high standards. Apparently not." A man replied looking disgusted."No wonder her dad had to buy her way in."Emily noticed a vain throbbing in Anna's forehead as she shook from anger and removed a tiny red and white ball from inside her pocket which immediately expanded in her hand."Emily, plug your ears." Anna whispered as she threw the Pokeball into the air and quickly covered her own as something that looked like a pink balloon jumped out. The staff looked apprehensive until they saw what came out and breathed a sigh in relief. That is until they realized what she was planning and quickly covered their ears as well."Jiiigggalllyyy Puuffff Jigggaalleeeeeeeeeee Pufff" the pink balloon sang as Emily watched in amazement as people started dropping like flies."Was it really ok to do that?" Emily asked as JiggyPuff ended her song and turned to Anna smiling as if to say "look what I did!". "I know they said some pretty mean things about you but..""Nobody insults my girl friend in front of me." Anna said quietly so that only Emily could hear as the few staff members that managed to take precautions in time approached.Wait Emily thought as she tried to process what was said. It wasn't the comment about her dad that pushed her over the edge? That must mean it was about how they were dropping their standards by accepting someone who had accidents. Was she avenging me and not herself? Emily smiled as she put the pieces together."Well, I guess that's one way to control the crowd." the intern, who had been trying to keep the boys from tearing the place apart, said as she stepped in between a few bodies."Sorry, Sasha." Anna said while scratching the back of her head as she surveyed the damage."Just 'cause you're grumpy from having an accident doesn't mean you can just knock everyone out.""I-I did not have an accident! Th-that was someone else!" Anna tried to say as her face turned bright red."Uh-huh, sure." Sasha teased. "Then why else would you be wearing the Pants of Shame?" she asked smacking Annas padded butt as a loud crinkling noise was heard making her diapers presence known to all who were awake. Hey, Emily thought, only I get to smack her butt."It's...complicated." Anna said moving her hands behind her to protect her butt from anymore swats."I'm just glad you didn't electrocute us all like last time." Another girl said from behind the counter."What happened?" Emily asked curious."Ahh, it was nothing. She doesn't need to hear about that." Anna said quickly."No, tell me!" Emily asked excitedly."Ok so this one time Anna got stuck with mopping the floors during a rainstorm. Right when she was almost done, a group of guys came in and tracked mud everywhere. She was so mad she sent out her pikachu, but because everyone and the floor was still wet from the rain, she managed to nearly electrocute everyone in the lobby including herself." Sasha explained. "Thankfully I was in the back. When I came out, everyone was on the ground twitching, even Nurse Joy.""Hey, don't laugh." Anna said while pouting as Emily began cracking up. "It was my first year.""That was really hard on your body, wasn't it, Anna? You were wearing those pants for a week." the girl behind the counter said as Annas face grew redder and redder. Ah, so this is not the first time Anna's been punished this way."So what do we do about them." Sasha asked as she waved her hand around the room. "We can't just leave them here all night.""A jigglypuffs song doesn't affect humans like it does Pokemon. It only forces the person to sleep for 20 minutes or so. You can wake them up then." Emily explained. "Jigglypuffs are usually owned by people with insomnia who have trouble falling asleep on their own. By the time the effects of the song where off, your bodies own desire for sleep kicks in which keeps you asleep, not the song itself. The more tired you are, the longer you'll sleep after being exposed to the song."Huh, I didn't know that." Sasha said. "Do you know this from personal experience?""I read it in a book. I've only tried it once though.""Did it work?" Anna asked."My babysitter sicked her jigglypuff on me when I was a kid when I wouldn't go to bed. She then drew all over my face while I was asleep. She even lied and said her jigglypuff gets angry when everyone falls asleep when it sings so it drew on my face. What kind of pokemon gets angry when it does its job?""That sounds like the gym leaders jigglypuff." Sasha said laughing. "So how long do you think they'll sleep for?""Everyone seemed pretty rowdy so they should wake up on their own after the forced sleep wheres off. For those that don't, I'd suggest using berries instead of trying to wake them up on your own.""Berries?" Anna asked looking from Emily to Sasha who looked just as confused as Anna."People who are forcefully woken after a hearing a jigglypuffs song tend to be extremely disoriented and possibly even violent. It's common for boys to take a swing at the first person they see." Emily said. "I believe the recipe is 3 Chesto berries, 2 Persim berries and an Oran berry. Blend them together, get a rag and soak it in. All you have to do is wave the rag under someones nose a few times and they will naturally wake up without the confusion and violent tendencies." Both girls stood there gaping at Emily with blank stares. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?""Who are you and why do you know all this?" Sasha asked dumbfounded. All three girls turned to see Nurse Joy giggling in the corner."I see you've met Emily." she said. "That's very smart, using the Chesto berries to wake them and the Persim berries to counteract any confusion. What's the oran berry for though?""For the smell. When you mix the two together it smells like vomit, the oran berry helps mask the odor. It's like adding flavoring to cough syrup.""Emily is our newest intern who will be starting after a bit of training." Nurse Joy explained."Wait, she's the girl every ones been talking about? If she really scored a 98% what does she need training for?" Sasha asked as Emily's face turned pink as she understood what "training" Nurse Joy was referring to."Well, we should get going before the store closes!" Anna said grabbing Emily's arm and leading her towards the exit."Yes, I think that would be wise. In the mean time we'll work on those berries. We should have them in the back." Nurse Joy said. "Oh, and Anna."Anna froze after hearing her name. "Yeah?" she said quietly knowing what was coming."Let's make it a week instead.""Don't worry, Anna, we all have accidents sometimes!" Sasha called out."It wasn't me! Nurse Joy, tell them it wasn't me!" Anna pleaded as Emily led her out the door. Nurse Joy just smiled and waved as the two left."Ugh!" Someone yelled from the back. "It really does smell like vomit!""Man, this sucks!" Anna complained as the two girls crossed the street. "A week! You'd think she'd be more lenient since I didn't electrocute anyone this time!""I don't think that's the point." Emily said as she let Anna vent. "I think it's about you acting out in anger and using your Pokemon against people. Although I do appreciate you sticking up for me." she quickly added to appease Anna's foul mood. Should I tell her what I did? Emily wondered."I don't want you thinking you don't deserve this just because of a few accidents, which aren't even your fault to begin with! That medications very powerful, and to be given that large of a dose for that long, anyone would be having this problem. Unlike me, you actually deserve this internship! The only reason I'm even here is because my aunt faked my test results. No one knows we're related by the way. So don't say anything to anyone ok?""Sure, and thank you. For everything. " Emily said grabbing Anna's hand after making sure no one was around. "So I figured I should do something for you.""You don't have to do anything for me."Anna said while pulling Emily closer."I already did." she said quietly."What do you mean?""I'll tell you later." she said as they entered the store. Anna grabbed a hand basket and headed to the back aisle where she knew they kept what was on Nurse Joys list. She looked over to ask Emily a question but noticed she wasn't with her. Anna just shrugged and figured she didn't want to be seen here as she started collecting the needed supplies. Emily was a few aisles over searching for something in order for her plan to be 100% successful. She found what she was looking for, grabbed the box of face masks and went back to Anna."What are those for?" Anna asked when she saw Emily slip them into the cart."It's not going to smell like flowers when we get back." Anna figured Emily knew what she was talking about and she finished getting everything on the list."Hey, what do think of these?" Anna said with a smile as she held up a package of training pants for Emily to see."Would you put that down?" Emily hissed until she saw the design. "Aww Evees.""I knew you'd like them." Anna said as they headed for the counter as Anna dug in her wallet for something that Emily assumed was money as the man behind the counter began bagging the items. She was surprised when all Anna did was flash a black card as the man handed her the bags."Don't worry, Anna." the man said. "These things happen, nothing to be ashamed of.""I did not have an accident!" Anna yelled back as she and Emily left the store."Wait, we didn't pay for those." Emily said trying to catch up to Anna."Don't need too." she said without offering an explanation."How come? Is it a perk of being an intern?" Emily asked hopefully, drooling at the thought of all the pokeball shaped chocolate balls she could get for free. "I think I'd get a caramel filled one first, followed by hazelnut, oh and the one with the milk center." she said thinking out loud."No, sorry. You should of said something though, I could have gotten you some." Anna said seeing the look of crushed dreams on Emily's face."Oh, bummer." Emily said sounding disappointing. "Then how come?" Anna didn't really want to explain, even though she thought it was obvious. Maybe who she was hadn't fully sunken in yet. She wanted Emily to like her for her, not for her fathers money. She was smart though, she'd figure it out anyway."My dad owns the store, all the stores actually.""Oh, so that's why! So you can pretty much get anything you want for free since it's kind of already yours to begin with.""In a way, yes." Anna said feeling a bit sad since she finally understood. Here it comes she thought. She's going to use me. She probably already knew who I was from the start and pretended she didn't. I wonder what she's going to ask me for first. Fire stones? Max revives? Rare candy?"That's got to be tough." Emily finally said after a moment."Jeez, sarcastic much. For a second you almost sounded sincere." Anna said bitterly making Emily stop. "What?""I am sincere." Emily said looking a bit hurt. "Who would want that?""Everyone." Anna said not sure where this was going. Emily shook her head."Then everyone's stupid. I'm sure it does have its perks at times, but at what price? If it was me I'd never be able to trust anyone. I'd always be worried about whether people really like me or if their just using me. No wonder you didn't tell me who you were." Emily said as she watched silent tears fall down Anna's face."Y-you actually understand?" Anna whimpered as Emily hugged her."No, I don't think I, or anyone, ever truly could. Since day one there's only ever been one thing I've wanted from you."I knew it! Anna thought bitterly. She knew who I was all along, what is this she's playing some mind game? She just lured me into a false sense of security and now she's admitting she wants something."You."Emily whispered into Anna's ear. "All I've ever wanted was you.""I-I don't understand." Anna said."I want you to hold me, and I want to hold you. I want to feel your lips against mine, and I want to..." Emily whispered the last part into Anna's ear as both their faces turned crimson."That can be arranged." Anna whispered back while lightly nibbling on the girls ear lobe as she slowly planted gentle kisses down her neck."Mmm." Emily softly moaned as wave of different sensations washed over her similar to that of that one night. "Not...here." She somehow managed to say, fighting back the urge to jump her right then and there."Come with me." Anna whispered leading Emily by the hand. |
Chapter 11
The man behind the register stared blankly at the two girls, than back to the items on the counter. I'm not even going to ask, he thought to himself as he bagged the four escape ropes, can of whipped cream, bottle of chocolate syrup, maraschino cherries, and oh God, a cucumber. Really? They are going hiking and then they are going to make ice cream sundaes he kept telling himself as he handed Anna the bag."Be safe girls!" The man called out as the two left the store. "Whatever you're doing..." As soon as automated doors closed the two erupted into a fit of giggles."Did you see his face? Did you see his face?" Emily said as tears streamed down from her eyes."I thought his eyes were gonna pop out of his head when he saw the cucumber!" Anna said holding her stomach."I haven't had this much fun in a long time." Emily said wiping her eyes. "I've always wanted to do that.""I should go tell him it was a joke." Anna said. "Part of it was anyway." she added as she thought of the escape ropes."Where's the fun in that?" Emily said as she followed Anna back in the store.10 minutes later they finally made it back to the front door of the Pokemon center, leaving behind one cucumber and a relieved cashier."Anna, there's something I need to tell you." Emily said removing the face masks from the bag. "I lied earlier, about the Oran berry. What I had them make wasn't a wake up potion. It is, but it isn't.""What do you mean?""It acts more as a memory potion really, anyone who smelled it, including the people who made it, won't remember a thing tomorrow morning. It will be like none of this happened, including your extra punishment. Now put this on, I want us to remember tonight, don't breathe in too deeply and head straight for the elevator.""You...you did this...for me?" Emily nodded as she covered her face.The two entered the building as most everybody was awake now, and plugging their noses. Things seemed busy and they were able to reach the elevator undetected."You're so smart, it's scary." Anna admitted as she held Emily's hand."Shall we start where we left off." Emily whispered."Almost there." Anna said leading her out of the elevator and down the hall. Anna pulled a brown key out of her pocket and unlocked the door."Well, that kinda kills the mood." Emily said as she saw what appeared to be a toilet seat, attached to a bucket, which was attached to a walker and a roll of toilet paper."I guess my aunt assumed you'd be staying here with me." Anna said."What's that?" Emily asked looking skeptical."That is a portable toilet from the hospital wing." Anna said as she picked up the note that was left on it.Don't forget to give her gold stars - Nurse Joy"It would be too hard to train you with the closest bathroom back in the lobby. You'd never make it." Anna explained as she moved it against the wall by her desk and lifted the top lid. "Come on, Emily, time to use your training potty like a big girl." she teased."Not funny." she said blushing. "Besides last I checked, I wasn't the only one in a diaper.""At least mines dry." Anna said. "The first step to re-training you is to have you sit on this several times a day until you pee. At least while we are up here.""But...it's so...open." Emily said cringing at the thought of using it."You can't seriously be worried about privacy now. Compared to a diaper change, this is step up.""Well, yeah but...""No buts, c'mon. Pants off." Anna said."This isn't the scenario I had in mind on how I wanted my pants to come off tonight." Emily said sighing as she pulled off the borrowed jeans revealing a un-used diaper underneath. She was about to pull the tapes off until Anna stopped her."Wait." Anna said grabbing a towel from a drawer and placed it by the makeshift toilet. "Take it off over the towel. There's a trashcan over here too." she said walking away to give her some space as she began going through some bags and pulling out the supplies."So how long do I have to sit on this thing?" Emily asked after a few minutes of nothing happening from her spot on the training toilet."However long it takes.""I really don't have to g-" Emily began but was cut off by the loud echoing sounds of her pee falling into the bucket below as Emily wished the ground would open up and swallow her."Awe, who's going peepee like a big girl?" Anna teased as she waited for her to finish before approaching with the wet wipes and package of trainers. "Just toss the wipes in the trash when you're done with them.""You know, I WAS going to let you take the diaper off to use the bathroom, but now I'm not feeling so generous." she said taking out a trainer."Hey, c'mon now, let's not be to hasty with our decisions." Anna said. "You're not really gonna make me use this thing are you?""I will if you continue the kid jokes, it's bad enough this is happening without the condescending remarks. You really don't have to go out of your way to embarrass me. It's embarrassing enough without your help." she said standing up and sliding up the trainer on backwards."Evee goes on the back." Anna said trying not to laugh at her. "I'll bet you'll forgive me when you see your reward.""If it has anything to do with charts and gold stars I swear i'll-" Emily threatened until she saw the package of pokeball chocolates Anna held up. Anna smiled as she saw Emily's eyes light up."Caramel, nougat, hazelnut, milk chocolate, dark chocolate, chocolate and peanuts." Anna said as she began reading off all the different kinds making Emily's mouth water. "Here's the rules, I'll give you one every time you go in that." she said pointing the adult sized potty chair. "No penalties for accidents during the first week. Starting the second week though, if you don't make it, I eat one instead.""Still sounds a bit childish." Emily said hesitant to agree more out of fear of Anna eating them all."Sorry, but I've never had to potty train an adult before, or anyone for that matter.""How about instead of chocolate," Emily said as she approached Anna. "I get one of these instead." she whispered as she kissed Anna."I like where this is going." Anna said leading Emily towards her queen sized bed as they locked lips once again but this time with everything they had been holding back for so long. "Maybe we should should slow down." Anna suggested after 15 minutes of making out non-stop as she felt Emily attempting to get into her pants. Both girls shirts were strewn around the floor and Anna wasn't sure what happened to her bra or when it had even come off."You don't want this?" Emily asked feeling a little hurt and lot more frustrated in that kind of way. No that wasn't it, Anna wanted this just as badly as Emily as the place between her legs throbbed in contrast to her words. It was all she could do to pry herself off the girl, something just seemed...off."Emily, I would like nothing more than to tie you down and make what happened three months ago look like a scene out of a Disney movie." She said as she sat on the edge of the bed."Then what? Why'd you stop? Was I doing something wrong?"Emily asked as she breathed in her hand to check her breath. "Do I smell bad?""No, it's nothing like that and you smell fine, good actually, like baby powder.""Why thank you, I only use baby powder ground from the finest and freshest of babies." Emily joked attempting to lighten the now awkward mood that filled the room."It's just, what if the newness of sex wears off? You want to get in my pants now, but what about next month? Or the month after that? What if we break up and things get awkward? You're the first person I've let in my life since the accide- I mean, in a long time, I don't want to lose you." Anna wasn't to too worried about those things, well, maybe a little bit, maybe even more than she thought. That wasn't the reason she had stopped though, Anna just couldn't shake this feeling they were being watched. She couldn't tell Emily that though, she had to come up with something more...believable."Anna, I had no idea." Emily said as she rested her head over the brunettes shoulder and wrapped her arms around her back. " If you wanna slow down, it's fine but just know I'm not going anywhere. I mean, if you hadn't been nice enough to stay with me in the forest, who knows what would have happened. You were even there when I woke up, and you hadn't even been asked to stay until later that day. You're the nicest perso-""I'm not as nice as you think I am." Anna said cutting her off. "Normally, I would have just left you to wander for all I cared. If you hadn't looked like my sister, I wouldn't have been following you.""You were following me?""For a little bit, I hadn't planned on talking to you, but you tripped and my rattata jumped off my shoulder to make sure you were OK. I only met you cause I had to chase after him." Anna admitted."Why were you following me? And don't tell me I have your rat to thank for saving me.""I thought I was seeing a ghost. If my father hadn't killed her, I'd have sworn you were my sister.""What did you say about your father?" Emily asked alarmed."Forget I said anything." Anna said, quickly regretting opening her mouth."I thought they died in a car accident." Emily said.Anna sat quietly debating on what to say, finally deciding to just come clean of all the baggage she had been holding onto for so long. "About four years ago, Silph company headquarters, and everyone in it, was held hostage by Team Rocket. I was there that day, as I was most days, helping out in the day care since my little sister often played there with the other children. I had been up on the fourth floor running an errand when I saw one of the grunts on his cell phone.I hid behind the corner and I couldn't help but hear their conversation. He had the phone on speaker and he was talking to someone about my dad funding something called the Mewtwo Project. He told the man on the other end of the phone he had refused at first, but after he had threatened my dads life he had agreed to cash in on some kind of $10 million insurance policy.I didn't think about it again as their conversation was cut short by some kid who had somehow managed to get past the others. Turns out he was some kind of pokemon prodigy as he had managed to defeat everyone and kick them all out in half a day.The next week though". Anna said as her voice started cracking. " My dad had decided to throw a party in that boys honor. He said he had some things to take care of and that he would be leaving first and that we should meet him there later. He told mom to take the black car and we were all excited because that car was his baby, he never let us near it. That was the last thing I remember before I woke up in a ditch with both my legs broken and...and... when I looked over." Anna said now uncontrollably crying. "A tree branch was sticking out of my sisters stomach."I kept crying for my mom, but she wouldn't answer. I couldn't see what was wrong because of my legs. My sister was still alive but her breathing was shallow and she was coughing up blood. All I could do was hold her hand and tell her 'it would be OK' but she died an hour later. The next thing I knew I was in the hospital. While my aunt had stayed with me until I had recovered , my father never once came to visit me. Officer Jenny had stopped by a few times to get my statement, but I couldn't remember what happened. She told me the brakes had been cut by Team Rocket as an assassination attempt on my father and I believed it.It wasn't until the day of the funeral I had found out how much money my father received in insurance money. $7.5 million, if I would have died as well, it would have been $10 million. The same amount I heard that team rocket grunt say my father would collect. That's when I knew what my father had done, he was the one who killed them. The 'insurance policy' that grunt was talking about was his families! That bastard killed my mom and sister to save himself! " Emily could feel Anna shaking underneath her arms. She had no idea what to say, this was so much worse than a simple car crash. She had lost her entire family, and even the ability to trust people."Have you ever told anybody?" Emily said after a long bout of silence as she rocked the broken girl in her arms."I lost it at the funeral. I started screaming and telling anyone who would listen, but all anybody saw was a girl who lost her family and needed someone to blame. The next day he gave me that card you saw and told me to never come back. I've lived in this Pokemon Center ever since.""Oh, Anna." Emily said as she fought back her own tears as she let Anna cry herself out for the next 15 minutes."Thank you." Anna whispered once she had calmed down as the two spooned together in bed until they heard a beeper go off."Huh? What's that?" Emily said sitting up."Oh, that's a timer I set." Anna said as she got out of bed and stretched before walking over to her desk to end the beeping. "It's been an hour. It's time to sit on your potty again." she teased. Well, at least she's feeling better Emily thought as she reluctantly got out of bed. She immediately froze upon standing and jammed her hand in her diapered crotch while crossing her legs. She suddenly realized she had to go and badly. "Come on, just a few steps. You can do it." Anna said as she watched Emily struggle.Emily tried to take a step, but felt it start coming out. She managed to stop it after a few seconds but she knew she couldn't make it if she moved. She shook her head so Anna pushed it over to her."Don't worry about taking it off, just sit on the seat and finish going in your pull-up." Anna said lowering Emily onto the contraption noticing she was quite wet already. "At least you felt something." Anna said as she saw the defeated look in Emily's eyes. Emily wrinkled her face in disgust as she finally finished 15 seconds later. She previously thought being in a wet diaper was the worst feeling, it was nothing compared to being in a wet pull-up."Come over here when you're done. It's almost ten right now, do you want to stay up a bit longer or should we go to sleep?"Anna said pulling some things down from her closet."Let's stay up a bit longer. We can watch meowth videos on the internet if you want." Emily said standing up and awkwardly waddling to where Anna was lying a changing mat and other things out on the bed."Sure, what else is the internet for?" Anna said motioning for Emily to lay down on the mat where she then took some scissors and very carefully cut off the wet pull-up and threw it away. Then she carefully cleaned her before sprinkling baby powder (made from the finest of babies) and rubbed it into her skin using her hands which Emily seemed to enjoy a little TOO much. "Here, step into this." Anna said as she held open a fresh pull-up facing the correct direction."Umm, thanks." Emily said as Anna slid it up to her waist. "I could've done that.""Sorry, you just look so cute in those.""What about you?" Emily asked."What about me?" Anna asked as began collecting everything to put aside for later."Do you need a change?""....No I do not need a change!" Anna said as she continued to hold her painfully full bladder. Maybe she'll let me take it off Anna thought hopefully."Sorry, it's just been a while since we were put in them and, well, you have this really uncomfortable look on your face.""It's nothing, don't worry about it!" Anna said with an uncomfortable smile as she sat down on the bed facing Emily. Man, both girls thought with a blush, I really want to kiss her. "Umm, how about some music?" Anna said as she reached for the remote for her stereo in the hopes of easing the tension between the two. If this keeps up, Anna thought, there's no way I can keep my hands off her. Anna hit play as both girls grew more uncomfortable.She's up all night to the sunI'm up all night to get somewe're up all night for good funI'm up all night to get luckyAnna skipped that song with a nervous laugh "Ugh, somehow I'm not in the mood for Daft Punk."Yeah, uh, me neither." Emily said.Put your hands all overPut your hands all over meSkip.I wannalick lick lick lick you from yourhead to your toes and I wannamove from the bed down downto the floorSKIP! SKIP! SKIP!"UGH! I can't take this anymore!" Anna said as she pinned Emily down to the bed as their tongues and bodies quickly began to intertwine."You're...so...cute." Anna said in between kisses down Emily's neck and chest."MM, yes." Emily moaned as she felt a hand begin to message her breast ( if she could call them that) as her lower half began feeling warm and funny like a strange itch that needed to be taken care of. She wondered if Anna felt the same as she helped her take off her pants. Emily then began rubbing the front of Anna's diaper as she wondered what kind of reaction she'd get."Yes! Please! Yesss, it feels so good." Anna moaned in between kisses as Emily sped her palm up. "No! where are you going?" Anna said sadly as Emily got up and began rummaging through the bags and returned with the things they had bought. "And just what are you planning on doing with that?" Anna asked with a mischievous grin."You'll see." Emily said as she removed the rest of Anna's clothes, leaving both of them in nothing but a diaper as she shook up the whipped cream bottle and coated Anna's breasts before she then began slowly licking it off while continuing to rub her below."Pleaase, more." Anna begged unknowingly pushing herself into Emily's hand. Emily stopped rubbing as she then stuck her hand into Anna's diaper and began pleasing her directly."Not yet." Emily said as she pushed a finger and then two into her as she listened to her approving moans as she slowly pulled them in and out as she began to pick up speed as she inserted a third as she heard the moaning grow louder as her partners body began to twitch. "At least this time I don't have to worry about you peeing on me." Emily said as she watched Anna climax."How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" Anna panted "Besides, I know you liked it." she teased rolling over and pinning Emily down."Oh yeah, sure." Emily said as she let Anna hold her down. "Who was it that got all excited knowing I was wetting a diaper?""Your face just looked so sexy all of a sudden, I couldn't help myself." Anna admitted. "You look so cute when you're embarrassed I can't help but tease you." she said as she seemed to wiggle around uncomfortably for a moment."What is it?""Umm, speaking of..." Anna said as her face grew a bit red. "Have you decided yet? I really gotta pee.""So?" Emily teased. "Just go.""...Can I take it off?""Yeah, that's fine." Emily said after a moment of thought. "But" she added after seeing Anna's happy face, "You can't leave the room.""Then where am I supposed to..." Anna said as she followed Emily's finger to the portable toilet across the room."If you don't like that option, you can always just go in your diaper like you're supposed to." Emily said with a grin as she watched Anna's face turn redder as she looked from her diaper to the makeshift potty chair."Argh, fine, I choose the chair." she said as she made a mad dash across the room as she danced in place trying to remove the tapes. "Ahh..." she sighed happily uncaring of the loud noise of her pee or that her girlfriend was watching her intently getting off on the view. "You like what you see over there?" Anna teased as she saw Emily staring."Could you, maybe..." Emily was going to ask but stopped clearly embarrassed."What? Spit it out. You wanna watch or something?" she joked unknowing she had guessed correctly until Emily nodded her very red face. "Weirdo." she said but rose into a squatting position to humor her and spread herself to give her a better view as she finished. She was laughing to herself as she saw Emily's eyes nearly pop out of her head. "You look very...uncomfortable now" Anna said as she watched Emily squirm."Just come back." Emily whimpered."I have a better idea." Anna said. "Since I indulged your little...curiosity. You get to indulge mine." she said as she pulled out the escape ropes and came toward her with an evil grin as Emily audibly gulped.10 minutes later Anna had Emily completely stretched out as each of her limbs was tied securely to the bed posts. "What are you going to do to me?" Emily asked both nervous and a bit excited."Whatever I feel like." Anna answered.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"That f-ing c-nt!" 52 year old Robert Silph yelled as he slammed his fists onto his desk as he watched the surveillance tape of a certain room in the Cerulean City Pokemon Center. "Just who does that bitch think she is! I give her everything and this is the thanks I get?""It would explain why she has turned down all the men you have presented her, sir." Another man appeared behind him dressed in a black outfit with a red R across the front and a matching black hat."I did not work this hard to end up having a f-ggot as a daughter. She will not ruin my plans. She will marry one of them whether she likes it or not." the man said as he stood and adjusted his tie. "Who is that girl?" he said pointing to the image on screen. "The one my daughters doing...THAT with.""I believe that's called a '69', sir.""I didn't ask you what it was called! I asked you who it was.""Right, yes." He said nervously picking up something and reading it. "Her name's Emily. Emily Ketchum. She's been seen with Anna several times over the last few months.""Did you say ' Ketchum'?""Yes, sir.""Great, just my luck. Another Ketchum, they're nuisances, the whole lot of them. I think it's time I sent my daughter a little more motivation than money. I'd like you to pay dear Emily a little visit tomorrow. Make sure she's alone and teach her what it means when you mess with Team Rocket. |
Emily and Anna both woke with a start as a loud banging on Anna's door was heard."Arghmm." Anna moaned into her pillow as she covered her head with the blanket, stealing away Emily's half in the process."h-HEY, give it back." Emily complained quickly snatching back the covers to hide her soaked diaper and bare, flat chest."Go answer the door." Anna moaned, still half-asleep."No! You answer it; it's your room. Besides I'm not wearing anything... for some reason.""Ugh, fine." Anna stretched as she climbed out of bed about to open the door before noticing she wasn't wearing anything either. Both girls faces lit up red as they looked away from each other as bits and pieces came back from the night before. "Here's a shirt." Anna said tossing it to the naked girl in her bed who was blushing underneath the blankets. She pulled out a few pieces of clothing quickly before quickly throwing them on before answering the door."There you are! We were looking for you every-uhh, who's in your bed?" Sasha asked pointing to the lump hiding underneath the covers. "Is that a guy? Anna, way to go!" she joked."Ahh, no! It's not like that. It's a girl!" Anna said blushing."Anna! You didn't tell me you were into girls! You know, I'm single." Sasha teased putting her arm around her co-workers neck as Anna's face grew even redder."Hi." Emily said shyly poking her head out of the blanket."Oh, Anna, you bad girl! She hasn't even been here a full day and..eww what's on your neck?" Sasha asked examining the sticky black substance that now coated her arm. "Is that chocolate syrup?" Sasha's eyes went wide as she examined Anna and noticed the side of her neck was smeared with it along with several purplish marks."Umm." Anna said as she placed a hand to wipe off her neck only revealing more marks in the process."What the" Sasha said. "You have purple marks all over your neck." Anna's eyes went wide as she saw Sasha looking from her to Emily. "Hey, what ar-" she said as Anna yanked her into her room and slammed the door. "Woah! Are you two really together, because I was just joking.""Keep your voice down." Anna hissed as she went to the mirror to see the damage to her neck. "Oh man, my aunts going to kill me." she muttered."We don't know what happened." Emily said sitting up trying to save the situation. "We just woke up and everything's really fuzzy.""You too, huh?" Sasha said. "None of us remember a thing.""Same with us." Emily miserably lied. "The last thing I remember was going to the poke-mart with Anna because I wanted some ice cream and we got into a whipped cream and chocolate syrup fight in the parking lot.""Uh-huh, sure." Sasha said looking skeptical. "Cause it looks like it happened in here." she said picking up an escape rope causing Emily to turn bright red. "Oh my god, that rumor that was going around about those girls that were making out, it was you guys?""Sasha, please." Anna pleaded as she finished wiping down her neck in the sink."Anna, umm, problem." Emily said with a bit of panic in her voice while squirming under the covers. Emily was glad that she was getting the signs that she needed to go again, but she knew she didn't have much time. Not to mention the diaper she was wearing was already to the point of leaking. There was no way it could hold anymore. Anna tried to nonchalantly point to her waist as if to say "Use the diaper" but Emily shook her head and mouthed, "won't hold."Anna's eyes widened as she thought to herself, "please don't wet my bed.""Are you okay, Emily?" Sasha asked walking towards the bed as Emily's face flushed red."Do you have a scarf I can borrow?" Anna asked trying to get Sasha to leave."Anna, I think Emily's sick, her face is all red like she has a fever and she's all sweaty." she said ignoring her comment as she stuck her palm against Emilys forehead."I'm fine." Emily moaned as she fought her best to hold on and tried to will Sasha to leave with her mind."You don't look or sound fine." Sasha said concerned, oblivious to Emily's true situation. "Here, just lay back and-"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKThe girls turned to see Nurse Joy entering the room."Oh good, you're here. I think Emily's sick." Sasha said as Emily grew more and more desperate and Anna grew more and more concerned for the well being of her bedding. Nurse Joy quickly came over to see what the problem was as she took notice of the pained look on Emily's face and her constant shuffling."Anna, is there a reason you haven't helped Emily onto her chair? She looks quite uncomfortable." Nurse Joy said pulling back the blanket to reveal Emily's already soaked diaper while ignoring Sasha and any regards to Emily's privacy like all nurses do. "Do you need to go, dear, or did you just need a change?" She asked causing all three girls faces to grow red. "Speak up.""Both." Emily quietly muttered now curled in a ball holding herself."Let's try to make it to your potty, do you think you can do that?" Nurse Joy asked making Emily moan in embarrassment. "Sasha, would you mind bringing it over here? I don't think she'll make it across the room.""Maybe I should leave." Sasha said as she headed for the door."Sasha, the potty chair please." Nurse Joy said stopping her."I got it." Anna said motioning for Sasha to go ahead and leave."I do believe I said for Sasha to bring it." Sasha looked at Anna confused, but obediently pushed the chair over."Thank you, I had intrusted Anna to this, but I come to find her just standing around with Emily soaked and needing the potty. Clearly she doesn't care for her as much as I thought she did." Nurse Joy stated as she batted Emily's hands away and began undoing the tapes while ignoring Emily's pleas for her to stop. Emily tried to cover herself as Nurse Joy somehow picked her up and set her down on the chair. "It's okay for you to pee now, dear, no need to be shy." Nurse Joy said while lightly rubbing the girls back."Not in front of everyone." Emily moaned while leaning forward into a ball to cover herself."Well, I'm certainly happy you're gaining control. I was worried when you wet so many diapers last night." Nurse Joy said loudly."Please, stop it." Emily begged as her eyes filled with tears from embarrassment."Nurse Joy!" Anna said getting angry. "Sasha doesn't need to know all this, which is why I didn't immediately help her. You know how embarrassed Emily gets. ""Emily, go pee." Nurse Joy said prying her from her ball while ignoring Anna as she noticed Emily white knuckling the railing in a last ditch attempt to hold on to any remaining dignity she had left. Emily tried to fight it for a few more seconds but her bladder won out in the end as it loudly emptied itself causing tears to fall from her eyes. "There, that's a good girl." Nurse Joy said patting her on the head as she waited for her to finish."Sasha, would you please go on the nightstand and get a pull-up for Emily and a diaper for my niece. Also please lay that mat on the bed. Thank you." she said snapping Sasha out of her quest of awkwardly counting the ceiling tiles and ignoring the puzzled look on her face."Emily is your niece?" Sasha asked setting everything on the bed."No, Anna is my niece, Emily is her girlfriend, and these two are in for a whole lot of trouble." Nurse Joy said picking Emily up as if she weighed nothing while laying her out on the mat."Did you honestly think I was stupid, Emily? An Orran berry for the smell, really?" Nurse Joy asked as she cleaned her with a wet wipe before powdering her and sliding a pull up on her waist. "Since you won't be starting until you've been fully toilet trained again, I won't do to you what I'm going to do to Anna. Instead, to help you make it on time, you'll be cleaning every toilet in the Pokemon Center. I even brought you some comfy pants to work in." she said holding up an extra pair of "The Pants of Shame.""Sasha, would you mind taking Emily to the supply closet and showing her where to start. I need some time alone with my niece.""Sure," Sasha said as she lead Emily out once she was dressed before stopping and turning to Anna. "This came for you by the way." she said handing Anna an envelope."Thanks," Anna said as she ripped it in half without opening it and threw it in the trashcan."Uh, all righty then." Sasha said as she led Emily down the hallway. "So everyone's in a bit of a panic today. Nobody remembers how they ended up here.""Yeah, that's kind of my fault." Emily admitted "I kind of gave everyone instructions to make a memory loss potion out of berries to get Anna out of her punishment.""Oh," was all Sasha said as they went to the elevator. "So are you, um, okay? That was kind of, weird back there.""Pretend that never happened, okay? Better yet I know this great berry recipe-""It never happened, it never happened!" Sasha quickly said not wanting another lapse of memory loss. "So you and Anna?" she couldn't help but ask."Yep." Emily said. "Can you also keep that a secret? With her dad being, you know.""Sure. So, how'd you guys meet?" she asked as she led Emily to a closet and pulled out a cleaning cart and began loading supplies on it."She found me in the forest three months ago. She knocked me unconscious and took me home with her. Woke up in the hospital here the next day." Emily said half joking."How romantic." Sasha said sarcastically. "So here's the bathrooms. Have fun I guess, sorry you got caught.""Me too." Emily said as she took the cart and walked in the first of four bathrooms with 15 stalls each. "Let's see four times 15 is 60. Unless I have to clean both male and female. Ugh that's 120 toilets!""Welcome to your first year!" Sasha yelled back.Three hours later Emily emerged from the first floors bathrooms covered in sweat and she didn't want to know what else. Emily abandoned the cart for a bit a decided to head over to the vending machines. She plopped down on the couch with a bottle of water and tried to catch her breath."How's it going?" Anna asked sitting next to her in matching sweat pants."Gross." Emily said. "What happened to you?" she said as she saw Anna wincing."My butt hurts. My aunts stronger than she looks.""I'm not even going to ask." Emily said as she guzzled down the rest of her water."Chansey Chansey Chansey." A large pink pokemon carrying an egg came bouncing out from the back humming its name."Emily, run" Anna said getting to her feet and taking off to the other side of the lobby."Huh? Anna, what?" but before she could get an answer she felt something tug her pants down a bit. "Hey, what are you doing?" Emily said trying to pull her pants back up to hide her wet pull up which she had previously thought was from sweat. "Put me down!" Emily yelled as the Chansey carried her over its head to the back room where several people started laughing watching Emily getting carted off."I warned you!" Anna yelled back to her."Hey, what are you doing? Stop trying to take my pants off! No leave that alone! I DO NOT CONSENT!!""Chansey Chansey Chansey." it happily hummed as it carried the now clean and changed Emily over its head and dropped her back on the couch before hopping away."A little warning next time would be great." Emily said glaring at Anna who was hiding behind a vending machine laughing."It's the pants. Chansey will check anyone wearing them for accidents. They're not a punishment; they're to let Chansey know to keep an eye on you. I just wish the check was also done in private. It's worse when you don't know she's there she'll randomly stick her cold arm down your pants. ""I thought your aunt had cold hands. Where does Chansey go when its not assaulting people, the freezer?""I've been its victim before too. I know. It's lunch time so we get an hour break. Want to meet at our usual spot? I've got something I need to do, but I'll meet you there.""Sure, I'll meet you there. I bet if you hurry you can still catch up with Chansey if you need a change." Emily teased before walking out the front door and stretching a bit before walking down the road."Emily Ketchum?" she heard."Yeah?" she asked as she turned to see two men in black suits."You're coming with us." they said before she felt something hard collide with the back of her head before losing consciousness. |
The 21 year old brunette sighed in frustration. She had been everywhere looking for her girlfriend. The two had agreed to meet at the local fast food joint a block away from the Pokemon center, but after waiting 20 minutes,the younger black haired girl was no where to be seen. She had given up waiting and decided to search after getting no response from her many texts and calls, figuring Emily had left her cellphone back in their room. Anna wasn't too worried at the time though; Emily couldn't find her way out of a Poke-mart let alone a shopping district. Anna simply chalked it up to the younger girls poor sense of direction and had begun searching for her, but after an hour and still no trace of her, Anna was starting to worry. Emily wasn't outside anywhere, or in the poke-mart, and no one had seen her at the Pokemon center either. In a last ditch attempt Anna decided to go check her room, but was once again let down when she opened the door only to find Nurse Joy inside."Anna, do you know where Emily is?" Nurse Joy asked holding the letter Anna had ripped earlier that morning."No, I've been looking everywhere for her. We were supposed to meet for lunch, but she never showed." Anna said wondering why her aunt had been in her room. Nurse Joy bit her lip anxiously."Have you tried calling her cell?""Only like 10 times." Anna said plopping down on her bed, and running her hands over her uncomfortably full bladder as she crossed her legs. Man, why couldn't my aunt just make me clean the bathrooms like Emily, Anna thought to herself as she could feel herself growing more and more desperate. "I hate this punishment." Anna accidentally moaned out loud as she bent forward in an attempt to get a better hold."I know, that's why you are in it.""Who puts an adult in a diaper as a punishment, seriously?" Anna said as she felt herself leak a little, causing her to jump up and start pacing."I've tried making you clean, do laundry, clean out the cages, shovel snow, and even spank you. Nothing gets the message across quite like this." Nurse Joy explained, shaking her head at her nieces futile attempts at holding it."I thought you said I was doing better." Anna said, still mad about her situation."You've been doing much better. You hardly pick fights anymore, rarely talk back, and actually get your share of the work done.""Then why? This is cruel.""Number one: You broke the most important rule; We don't use our Pokemon to hurt people. Secondly: I did it for Emily. I was hoping it would help her with her own situation so she wouldn't feel so embarrassed.""Yeah, because I'm sure your little stunt this morning made her feel so secure." Anna said sarcastically while rolling her eyes. "We couldn't get Sasha to leave.""Sasha was doing what I told her too. That was Emily's version of what I'm doing to you." Nurse Joy said as she continued to watch Anna struggle. "You're going to make yourself sick. Stop trying to hold it and just go. Once you do I'll change you into regular clothes and your punishments over. Somethings come up."Anna stopped pacing as soon as she heard it would be over and took a few deep breathes. As soon as she'd let a little bit out; her body clenched shut automatically. "It's harder than it sounds." Anna admitted turning a bit red after several failed attempts. Nurse Joy nodded and motioned for her to lay down on the bed."I'm not letting you out of this, but I also don't want you getting an infection. I'll do what I did for Emily. Just close your eyes and relax." Nurse Joy said as she began rubbing Anna's tummy. "Stop fidgeting and just let it come out. See you're clenching. The sooner you do this, the sooner we can look for Emily. I'm worried.""She's probably just lost somewhere, or she probably just needed to get away for a little bit after this morning." Anna mumbled starting the enjoy the massage."You're not supposed to be enjoying this you know." Nurse Joy teased. "What did the letter say?""I don't know; I didn't open it." Anna said as she consciously held on; more so now because she didn't want her aunt to stop. "I don't open anything from my dad anymore. Hey! No! Stop!" Anna begged as her aunt began pushing on her bladder until she could no longer hold on. Nurse Joy simply smiled, as she knew by the blush on Anna's face she had lost the battle."You're mean." Anna pouted looking away as her face shone bright red as she gave up trying to re-gain control and allowed herself to pee . She accidentally let out a soft moan as it felt so good to finally just let go."See, that wasn't so bad." Nurse Joy said as she reached out and slid Anna's pants off while ignoring the girls protests."Stop, just wait a minute." Anna said in a bit of a panic."Why?""Not done." Anna mumbled barely above a whisper while looking away; trying to will her body to finish peeing. Nurse Joy merely nodded her head and waited for Anna to give her the signal to continue."Do you mind if I read this?" Nurse Joy asked holding up the pieces of the ripped letter, once Anna was cleaned and placed into her normal clothes. Anna merely shrugged and tried to pretend the last five minutes never happened as she anxiously began biting her finger nails. "Pack your bags." Nurse Joy said urgently, holding up the pieces of the letter up so Anna could read it. "We're going to Saffron City." Anna's face paled as she read the letter that simply stated.Silph Co. 1pm tomorrow. I have the girl. It would be a shame if something happened to her.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The first thing Emily became aware of was the pounding ache in the back of her head. "Ugh." she weakly moaned as she slowly opened her eyes to the harsh florescent lighting. Her eyes burned as she slowly began to open them as she looked straight ahead at the cement wall. She could feel the hard concrete floor under her as she slowly tried to move to a sitting position. Emily then became aware of a high pitched whine and felt something licking her hand. "Namine." Emily said, happy to see a familiar face. "Where are we?" she asked herself as she scanned her surroundings.She saw a stair case leading up and tried to walk towards it, but was immediately pulled back. Emily looked down and noticed one of her legs was shackled to the wall. Fear began building inside the girl as she pulled with all her might against the chain that bound her to the wall. After about 20 minutes of accomplishing nothing but tiring herself out, Emily sat against the concrete wall and tried to think. The last thing Emily could remember was cleaning back at the pokemon center. Suddenly, the back of the Eevees fur began sticking up as she growled in the direction of the stairs."What is it, Namine?" Emily asked until she heard the sound of foot steps coming down the stairs. Emily fought back the fear as best as she could as three men entered the room. Two men dressed in black jumpsuits surrounded their leader, who wore a blue business suit."That her?" The man in the middle asked, his voice full of disgust."Yes, sir." One of the rocket grunts answered."What do you want with me?" Emily asked after a moment of silence."How dare you speak without being spoken to, bitch." The man said, striking Emily in the face, sending the trembling girl falling to the ground. "Who the hell do you think you are? Doing that to my daughter?" He shouted, grabbing her by the collar. "Answer me!""I-I'm Anna's g-g-girlfriend." Emily stuttered out, earning her another blow to the face. Emily cried out in pain as blood began dripping down her face from her busted lip and nose."What do you see in that whore, anyway?" He said, dropping the girl to the floor."I love her." Emily said between gasps for air."Well, she doesn't love you! She's only using you to get to me. Or did she not tell you she's engaged?""Even if she is, I doubt it's her choice." Emily said between spits of blood."What can you possibly provide her? A future? Money?" Anna's father said."Anna doesn't care about those things." Emily said as she slowly tried to sit up and glare back at the man."What about you? What would it take to stay away from her?" He asked as he pulled something out of his coat pocket. "One of these?" He said holding up a similar black card which she had seen Anna previously use. "You know the two of you don't have a future together. Do yourself a favor, take it and go back home to your mom. I'm sure she's lonely all by herself. What with her husband deserting his family and all.""How do you know all this?" Emily asked trying to contain the rage that was boiling within her."I'll let you in on a little secret." He said. "I knew your father. Went by the name Tom Sergent.""I don't care about him." Emily said looking past the man at the two grunts. Emily took notice of the one on the right who seemed to be trying to hide his face under his hat and looked instead at Namine."Shoo." He muttered as Namine rubbed up against his leg affectionately. Well this is just great, Emily thought. My only hope of protections got stock-helm syndrome."What do you say?" Anna's father asked. "I give you this and let you go. In re-turn you head home and never contact my daughter again.""I say, go fuck yourself." Emily said. Her response earned her several kicks to the stomach and chest, which left her curled in a ball gasping for air while nursing a broken rib."I'll give you some time to think it over." He said as he turned to walk away before adding. "Oh dear, she seems to have sprung a leak." Pointing to the growing puddle under the whimpering girl. Him and his men then climbed the stairs leaving the girl chained to the wall.Emily didn't know how long she laid alone on the damp floor trying her best not to move. The hard ground beneath her sending constant reminders of the pain in her ribs and chest. Each breath felt like a knife continuously stabbing her over and over. "Don't worry." Emily heard in her semi-conscious state. "I'm going to get you out of here." The team rocket grunt whispered into her ear. Emily slowly opened her eyes and gasped when she saw the mans face. "Shh." the man whispered as he began petting Namine's head as the eevee affectionately rubbed up against his leg."Ash?!" |
Chapter 14
Emily's eyes grew wide as she took in her older brother dressed as a team rocket grunt. She wasn't sure if she should kiss him or kill him. What was he doing working for team rocket? What happened to the good boy Ash Ketchum everybody loved? And when did he finally go through puberty? Emily didn't recognize him at first with his 5 o-clock shadow and deep voice-well, deepER voice. His once wild black hair now trimmed neatly down into an army buzz-cut that had grown a couple inches and he had clearly grown about a foot (finally) since she had last seen him about two years previously. The only thing that seemed the same was his eyes.
"Wha-" Emily started but was immediately shushed.
"I go by Jakob here. I can't tell you all the details, but it's not what it looks like. Look first of all you should know, Dad didn't abandon us. He saved us. He was a detective tracking some black market Pokemon sales and inhumane breeding. Team Rocket was mass breeding in order to produce shiny's. After every failed attempt; they'd kill the babies. Namine was actually one of the failed attempts that dad rescued. He asked me to give her to you as a present."
"Why did he leave? You've been in contact with him and never told me?" Emily hissed in anger.
Ash sighed and nodded. "Until three years ago, yeah. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, he specifically told me not too because of the high level case he was working on. Some really powerful people were threatening us when they found out dad was onto them. That's why he up and changed his identity. Mom knew, he promised to come back once his case had finished. No one's heard from him in the last two years. I was asked to look into his where about from the agency we worked for and I traced his last known residence to here."
"What happened to him?" Emily asked. Her head was spinning with all this new information. Emily had always believed her father had up and left her and she hated him for it. To find out now after all this time that he didn't?
"No one knows. That's why I'm here." He said as lifted up his sisters shirt a bit to inspect the damage left by his "boss". He cringed when he saw the purplish color that spread over her entire side as he could see a piece of broken rib poking up underneath her skin. "We need to get you to a hospital as soon as possible. I don't have any Pokemon on me that can heal you."
"Pokemon can't heal humans, everyone knows that." Emily said rolling her eyes, since it was the only thing she COULD move. "Humans cell structures are completely different than a pokemons. Why do you think they couldn't heal me right away when I got bit by the raticates? That's why it's illegal to use Pokemon on humans unless it's proven to be safe. Some moves can really hurt humans."
"Oh, that's right." Ash said. "You might want to put Namine back in her Pokeball though. They've been researching a new stone that they've been testing on eevees especially, since they can evolve into so many different things. So far it's killed every pokemon it's come into contact with."
"That's right, Jacob, or should I say, Ash." A voice said behind the two belonging to Anna's father. " I think this eevee would make a wonderful test subject, wouldn't you agree?" He said bending down to pick up Namine resulting in him getting his hand bitten. He pulled back his leg and kicked at it which sent the poor pokemon flying. "I think i'll have our scientist bring our latest product down here. I heard he might have figured it out this time, but I doubt it. He says that every time and yet I always seem to have a new pile of corpses to burn. You seem rather attached to the thing, so how about I let you watch and see what happens."
"Don't you dare hurt Namine!" Emily yelled sending a new wave of pain from the effort as she watched her eevee struggle to stand.
"No? Well how about I break each one of your fingers one at a time until you agree. After you watch your eevee die, I'll do the same thing to each of your toes until you agree to leave Anna. Sure, I could just threaten to kill your eevee if you don't leave Anna alone, but that would be too easy. I don't like you, Emily Ketchum, and I want to watch you suffer. What better way than having your best friend die right in front of you. " He said as he knelt down in front of Emily.
"Don't you fucking touch my sister." Ash growled. Emily watched quietly shaking. She had never seen Ash look so pissed. He reached under his coat and produced all 6 Pokeballs.
"What are you going to do?" Mr. Silph laughed as he touched a few buttons on computer like device on his arm. "Kill me like I killed your father?" Ash charged forward, but slammed head first into an invisible barricade. Ash pounded his fists against it, but it was all just a wasted effort. He released only his pikachu because it was the only one small enough to fit in the tight space. Emily watched as it zapped the wall repeatedly, but to no effect. "Now, where were we." Mr. Silph said as he bent down and picked up Emily's hand.
"Ah, yes. Now I remember." CRACK.Emily screamed in pain as she felt her pointer finger bend back and snap. Followed by her ring and middle finger.
"Anna, remember that rule I told you about not using your pokemon on people." A females voice said from across the room. "Forget I said it." Emily heard before she lost consciousness from the pain.
Mr. Silph turned around. "Oh, Anna." he said. " You're a day early. And nurse Joy, how good to see you again." He said standing up.
"What have you done to that poor girl?" Nurse Joy asked looking over in shock and disgust at the passed out girl on the basement floor.
Mr. Silph shrugged. "I tried asking her nicely and I even tried bribery, but she just couldn't be reasoned with."
"Emily!" Anna shouted while pushing past her father and holding the unconscious girl in her arms. " Emily! Emily! Wake up." she cried before turning her attention to him. "What did you do!?" she said as her eyes filled with hatred and rage. "First you take away my mother and my sister, and now you're trying to kill my girlfriend." she shouted.
"What? So you actually like this girl?" he said ignoring her remarks about killing her family."Ah, good you're here." Mr. Silph said ignoring his daughter as several men came down the stairs. "Please contain our guests." he told the group of grunts. "Samuel, I have the perfect test subject since you're positive the new stone will work. Once the girl on the ground wakes up I'd like you to use it on that eevee. And make sure she watches." The eevee growled in protest as it stood guard in front of Emily as it went back and forth from guarding her to licking her face while whimpering.Anna and Nurse Joy both released their pokeballs as Anna's Arcanine and Nurse Joys Blissey entered the room. The Rocket Grunts both released theirs and the battle over Emily ensued.*Cue Pokemon Battle Music* |
Chapter 15!
Robert Silph leaned against the basement wall with a smirk written across his face. He watched on feigning boredom as his grunts produced their pokemon and began their battle against his daughter and sister-in-law. He had no doubt that his grunts would win. After all Anna had never had much of a nach for pokemon battles and Joy spent nearly every waking moment caring for those snot nosed brats' pokemon. He was a little surprised when his daughter presented an Arcanine. When had she had the time to train that Growlithe he had given her as a small child before he had bought out Team Rocket from that worthless bastard, Giovani? Clearly Joy was not working her hard enough. What did he care though, she was supposed to die along with that wench years ago. She was going to leave him after all. Take the kids and leave. He had no choice. Nobody humiliates the head Silph co. What would the public thought of him after that?
Meanwhile a few feet away, Anna seized up her opponent from across the room. She should have no problem taking out the grunts Arbok. After all, her Arcanine was a level 36 and her opponents were mediocre at best. Team Rocket issued pokemon no doubt. No training or bonding, just tools for them to take out anything or anyone who got in their way. The Arbok slithered across the ground as it looked from her to her Arcanine letting out the occasional hiss as it raised itself off the ground to appear larger and more intimidating. Venom dripped from its fangs as it opened its large mouth in an attempt to land the first blow.
"Arcanine, dodge to the right and use body slam!" Anna yelled to the 6 foot dog beast as it leapt to the side effortlessly and charged; slammed all 350lbs of itself into the purple cobra. Team Rocket grunt groaned in disgust as it recalled its knocked out pokemon as he muttered about how weak it was. Anna clenched her fists in anger as she heard his comment as she used her other hand to reach up and give her Arcanine a congratulatory pat on his head. "Good boy." She praised as she prepared for the second round. Anna saw the second grunt smile as he pulled out a pokeball of his own. He threw it and what first appeared to be a large chunk of rock suddenly opened its eyes. Crap, Anna thought. They're not as stupid as they look. Anna knew ground type moves were going to be twice as effective against her. Her fire type pokemon wasn't going to do shit against that Graveler and she knew it. What she needed was a water or fighting type pokemon, but she didn't have any. When it came to Emily's safety she hadn't been planning on having a friendly match and went ahead and sent out her strongest pokemon first.She tried to plan for a second but the rocket grunt had already attacked. The Graveler began hurling large boulders at her Arcanine as she was put on the defensive.
"Dodge left! Now right!" She thought her Arcanine could easily out maneuver the rocks but one caught her by surprise as it hit her partner square in the head causing it to stumble backwards as it let out a terrifyingly loud roar of pain."No way!" she muttered in surprise as her Arcanine's health bar dropped. It wasn't even a ground move, but it landed a critical hit leaving her partners health bar half way down. Just how strong was this? All her Arcanine knew were physical and fire type attacks and they weren't going to do much good. Her best bet was probably to attack from a distance. "Fire Spin!" Anna called out as her Arcanine sucked in deeply and expelled flames from it's mouth hitting the Graveler in the face. She knew it was only going to cause half damage but she hadn't expected the graveler to not even flinch.Anna only had two other pokemon with her and she knew they wouldn't do much good. Seeing as how they were a Piggeotto and a Rattata, they weren't going to help much. She decided to keep her Arcanine out and fighting; there was no point in getting her other pokemon hurt. She knew her Arcanine was tough and she trusted him to be able to handle the situation.
"End it quickly!" The Silph co president said. "The girls waking up and there's an experiment to run."The grunt nodded and yelled. "Roll out!" Arcanine tried his best to dodge, but in the end, it was to much for him and Anna was forced to call him back. She watched Emily slowly sit up and lean her back against the wall. She was clearly in pain as she grabbed her side and took shallow breaths. Namine barked and whimpered at Emily's side as it paced worriedly back and forth.................................................................................................................................................When Emily awoke she was vaguely aware of a battle going on. Her vision was blurred from the pain and when the dirt from the bare floor mixed with her tears, mud coated her face. She needed to help Anna, but she could barely sit up. What could she do anyway? She had never really battled other people before. She had battled lots of wild pokemon sure, but when it came to fighting owned pokemon she just couldn't do it. Those pokemon were peoples partners and friends. How could she purposefully hurt them? Not to mention she was resentful to anyone who tried to hurt her own friends.She suddenly felt a pair of hands grab the back of her shirt and force her up to her knees before roughly forcing her head down."Do it now." the Silph co president shouted as he forced the girl to watch the gloved scientist approach. Samuel pulled the box that contained the chemically modified stone from his lab coat and very gently took it out. He then grabbed the Namine by the back of the neck and lightly touched her fur with it. Emily held her breath as she saw her best friend began transitioning from brown to a glaringly bright white. Brown to white. Brown to white. Namine then let out a weak yelp as she collapsed to the ground unmoving.
"Namine!" Emily cried as she painstakingly crawled and forced herself over to her best friends lifeless body. "Namine! Namine!" she cried out as she tried to wake her Eevee to no avail.
"Oops, guess that one didn't work either." Mr. Silph said mockingly as he watched Nurse Joys Blissey attempting to revive her.
"Namine." Emily continued to cry as she pounded her fist to the ground splitting the mutated rock in the process. Her hand unconsciously gripped half the rock as the other half had flown onto Namine's back. Each piece began to glow but no one seemed to notice, not until Eevees body suddenly vanished completely.
"Do not cry, master." Emily heard inside her head. Emily looked around surprised wondering if anyone else heard it."Where'd the body go?"Samuel asked as he looked around the room. Emily searched as well but her many tears made things difficult to see.
"Master, look at your hand." Emily heard inside her head once again. She quietly obeyed the voice and let out a small gasp. The piece of broken rock had some how managed to absorb into her skin and could be seen through the palm of her hand as if her palm had been bruised.
"Who are you?" Emily asked out loud as Samuel looked at her strangely.
"Master, it's me. Namine. Just think, I can hear you." She's okay! Emily breathed a sigh of relief. Namine's okay.
"Where are you?" Emily thought as she looked around.
"I think, I think I'm inside of you."
"What? How is this possible?"
"I-I don't know, but I feel...powerful. I think the stone worked. I think I may have evolved."
"Into what exactly!? I've never heard of a pokemon transfusing with a trainer. Argh!!" Emily and Eevee both moaned as Emily tried to get up, but fell back to the ground. The rest of the group was arguing amongst themselves. Nurse Joy was practically holding Anna back from physically attacking her father right then and there who was shouting back at her. Ash kept trying to escape from his invisible prison and watched helplessly.
"Master. I think I have an idea. What would happen if you sprayed a potion on yourself?" Namine asked.
"Nothing. It wouldn't affect me since i'm not a pokemon. Our DNA is different."
"But what if I really am inside you? Since that stone is inside you, what if it is altering your DNA?"
"I guess I could try, I can't help them if I'm like this." Emily thought as she dug through her bag and pulled out a hyper potion.
"No. Not that one, just use a regular potion and test it on the scrape on your palm." Emily nodded and dug back into her bag replacing the spray bottles. She squirted it on her hand and waited.
"See, nothing." Emily said before she felt her palm began to feel a warm tingling sensation as the skin stretched and regrew before her eyes. "Woah!" Both thought together.
"Get Blissy's attention, but no one else." Namine thought. Emily managed the wave down the pink and white evolved form of Chansey. It happily hopped over eager to be of some assistance. Nurse Joy was to preoccupied keeping Anna from committing third degree murder to pay any notice of her Pokemons disappearance.
"What can I do for you?" Blissey asked as Emily nearly fell over in shock.
"You can talk?" Emily nearly shouted as Blissey had a similar reaction to Emily.
"Calm down both of you." Namine said but only Emily heard her. "Emily, try doing what Captain Waddlesworth did. Touch Blissey, maybe I can talk to her that way." The stunned girl did as she was asked and she placed her hand on the fairy type pokemon ignoring her look of confusion she was getting from her. "Blissey? Can you hear me?" Namine asked as Blissey's eyes grew wide in surprise.
"What? How can I- Eevee? Why can I hear your master speaking to me? Where are you?"
"I'm not entirely sure either, but I think, somehow, I'm inside her. Can you see what would happen if you used a healing move on her?" Blissey nodded as the tip of her arms grew brightly as Emily's body tingled all over.
"Ahh!!" Both Emily and Eevee screamed as they felt Emily's bones popping back into place as the chips and cracks began to fill in. Finally Emily felt the sensation of her skin re-stretching and healing as she panted and gasped for air at the strange new sensations. After a few minutes everything stopped.
"Well, how do you feel?" Blissey asked.
"I-I feel better than I've ever felt!" Emily said in astonishment as she was now able to move pain free.
"Great! I've never healed a human before!" Blissey said excitedly just glad to be of service. "You had seven broken ribs, one broken wrist, and a severely weakened bladder muscle. If you're as good as you say you are, everything should be fixed."
"You, you mean you fixed my bladder?" Emily thought excitedly as thoughts of never having to wear a diaper again danced through her mind.
Eevee sighed. "Someone is trying to kill us and all you can think about is diapers?" Emily immediately came down from her high as she remembered the situation.
"How do we get out of here?" Emily asked. "Namine? Namine?"
"Grr." She heard as the light brown eevee suddenly sat next to her in her original form as it raised its back paw and began scratching the back of her neck. A dark black rock fell out from her fur as the eevee barked at her. Emily picked it up from the ground and put it in her pocket. What just happened? Emily thought to herself."Namine?" she asked in her head but heard nothing in response. "Namine." she said out loud this time as the Eevee turned to face her.
"Can you still hear me?" Namine asked as Emily smiled and nodded.
"I think that may have been a mega evolution." Emily said." Maybe I can still hear you because the stone was absorbed into me somehow. I read that Mega Evolution only lasts for a short amount of time and then the pokemon it affects goes back to the way it was. Maybe you transformed into a ghost type and possessed me?"
"We'll play with it later. Right now we have company." Namine said as her fur became prickly and she growled at the grunts. "Master, you need to get him out of there. His team is strong and he can easily defeat them. Something on their bosses arm can free him. Do not worry about me." Namine said as she lunged for the grunts leg and sank her teeth into his flesh."Emily nodded and darted through the gap between them surprising the other grunt.
"Wait, wasn't she injured?" She heard one of them ask. Emily, channeling all of her courage, slammed herself into Anna's father with everything she had knocking him down in the process. Anna and nurse Joy stood there dumbfounded before Anna joined her.
"We need to free my brother!" Emily said as she began pushing random buttons on the Silph presidents arm band.
"He's your brother?!" Anna nearly shouted as she helped hold down her struggling father. "Here." she said as she pushed the correct buttons freeing Ash from his invisible prison.
"I'll explain everything later." Emily said as she saw the surprised look on Anna's face at the disappearance of her injuries. "Right now we've got to get out of here." |
Chapter 16! (Finally)
Robert Silph quickly dropped his smirk when he beheld the scene before him. Not only had the Eevee survived, but the girl he had nearly beaten to a pulp was suddenly up and running around. He looked on in bewilderment. Not a broken bone in sight; almost as if earlier had never happened. He suddenly gasped as he felt something collide with him while knocking the air from his lungs in the process. He opened his eyes and realized he was on the ground. The bitch had suddenly body slammed him and tackled him to the ground. Just an hour ago she was trembling and wetting herself at the mere sight of him. Where had this courage suddenly come from? And, oh God, she was getting pee on his $10,000 suit.“Get off of me!” He grunted trying to shake the girl off of him. She ignored him in favor of randomly pushing buttons on his arm console. Shit! She was trying to free her brother; if that happened he was in trouble. At 15 he had cleared out Team Rocket from under Giovanni's control. What could he do now as a 20 year old? He had kicked himself when he had hired their father as head of security at his mansion. He had trusted him; only to find out later he was working undercover for the Rangers and police force. It was his fault his wife and children were going to leave him! Even though he was sworn to secrecy, he had tipped off his wife that he was not who he appeared to be. So he had him killed. Well, it was true he didn’t actually know for sure he was dead, but he had sent him on a “mission” to the WhirlPool Islands, off the coast of Cinnabar, to gather intel on the legendary bird pokemon Articuno. He had sent him out during the great storms Mewtwo had created during its escape by claiming it was his best chance of seeing the legendary bird pokemon. Even if he had managed to survive traveling through the storms; few trainers have met Articuno and lived to tell the tale.That was the last time, he or anyone, had heard from Mr. Ketchum.“Anna, help me!” Emily cried out as she continued to press random buttons while keeping her knees firmly planted in her girlfriends fathers chest. “Here, I got this.” Anna said as she navigated her way around the arm console before prying it off his wrist. In mere seconds the invisible cage disappeared sending Ash tumbling to the ground. “ You sure we can trust him? He’s a member of Team Rocket after all!” Anna said as she helped pin her thrashing father down while pocketing the computer console.“I’m sure! I’ll explain later, but like I said, he is my brother! He’s a good guy; I promise!” Emily replied. “Somebody get him!” Mr. Silph yelled out from under the pile of teenage girls. “Leave the Eevee alone and get him!” The grunts stopped chasing after Namine as they heard their leaders orders and headed for Ash. After dusting himself off, Ash reached into his belt and smiled. These grunts didn’t stand a chance, after all, he became a high class Ranger after he had decided to follow in his fathers footsteps. He had grown over the years. Not just physically but mentally as well. Being a pokemon master would be cool and all, but there was more to life than pokemon battles. Being a pokemon master was a child's dream. Maybe after handing out a few more evil organization ass whoopings, he’d take his rival Gary’s advice. Settle down and become a gym leader. Maybe meet a nice girl and get married; Misty was still single after all. Even his little sister had managed to get a girlfriend before him. He quickly tried to shake that thought from his head. By a cruel twist of fate he was in charge of monitoring Anna’s room and viewing the recordings. Being forced to watch his little sister have sex had given him the most awkwardest boner ever. “Ash, what are you doing? Focus!” Emily called out as she watched him suddenly start staring into space while his face turned different colors. Still an air head as always she thought.“Emily! Take everyone and get out of here! Leave them to me!” Ash said as he released his Venusaur. The large, plant like beast nearly took up half the basement. Soon vines came shooting from it’s back as it wrapped each of Robert Silphs limbs into place and pinned him to the ground in the girls place.“C’mon guys!” Emily shouted towards Anna and Nurse Joy as she called Namine back into her Pokeball. “Trust me; he’ll be fine!” Emily half ran and half waddled up the stairs before she stopped.“What are you waiting for? Why’d you stop?” Anna asked as they too stopped to wait for her.“Ugh, this things chaffing and it’s impossible to run in!” Emily said as she reached up under her skirt and removed the soaked diaper. Normally she’d never do something like this, but before her new found courage wore off, she had a message to send to Anna’s father. Mr. Silphs eyes widened as he saw her approaching him with the disgusting dripping garment.“Not the suit! Not the suit!” he shouted as he struggled against the binds.“If you insist.” Emily said with a smirk before dropping it on his face and smashing it in with the palm of her hand. “That’s for Namine.” Smack. “That’s for my father!” Smack. “That’s for Anna!” And after a well placed kick to the groin she shouted, “And that’s for me!” “Have I ever told you I love you?” Anna asked as they bounded up the stairs together. “Quickly, let’s get to the pokemon center. We’ll be safe there!” Nurse Joy called out to the girls behind them.Five minutes later all three burst through the doors of the Saffron City Pokemon Center. The Nurse Joy of that center looked up from the counter, ready to scold whoever had made all the commotion in her lobby but stopped to see her sorority sister leaning against the couch panting along with a teenage girl and, did her eyes deceive her? Anna?“Anna? Is that you?” she asked, happily bouncing over to the trio. She hadn’t seen Anna in the last six years. “Look at you! You’re all grown up!” she said examining the girl head to toe. “And dirty! Get off my couch!”“Patricia, please.” Curillian City Nurse Joy said as she stood back up. “We need a place to talk and re-group. May we go upstairs?”“Of course, Helen! Right this way!” she said leading the trio to the elevator. Emily looked from Nurse Joy to Nurse Joy while in the elevator. Wait a minute… They weren’t identical sisters! They looked nothing alike! Emily doubted if they were even sisters at all. Helen smiled a little as she saw Emily try and make sense of what she was seeing. Just to mess with her, she lifted her arms up and laughed as Emily’s eyes nearly shot out her head when she took her pink wig off revealing her short brown hair.“It’s just a uniform.” Helen laughed. Wasn’t this girl supposed to be some kind of genius? And here she believed the rumor they were all identical sisters or cousins. Whatever that rumor was. I bet she believed the same thing about the Officer Jenny’s too.“When Ash makes it out I’m going to kill him.” Emily said. “When he left home I specifically requested he find out if the rumors were true! That lying scumbag told me they were!”“Here we are, how about you three take a shower and I’ll get someone to put your clothes in the wash?” Patricia suggested as she looked the three up and down.“Thank you, that would be wonderful.” Helen said before dropping her voice. “And if you have one, a medium diaper. My nieces friend is having some problems.” “N-Nurse Joy!” Emily stammered in embarrassment. “I don’t need one.” she said blushing. “Blissey fixed me somehow. She said my bladder is fixed too.” Emily hissed. Both Nurse Joys looked at her a little worried. While it was true she had a few injuries that seemed to have somehow recovered, it was widely known pokemon could not heal humans. What was that she also said. Blissey TOLD her?“Emily” Helen said a bit worried about the girls mental health. “How about after your shower, i’ll take you up to the hospital wing. You took quite a beating and I think you might be in shock, honey.” she said as she placed her hands on Emily’s shoulder and gently looked her in the eyes. “I’m fine! Seriously, Namine got Blissey to fix me up!” Emily insisted causing Helen to put a little more pressure on her shoulders.“Who is Namine?” Patricia asked while going through a supply closet nearby.“Her Eevee.” Anna whispered back also worried. Patricia whispered to Helen for a moment while slipping her the diaper she requested. “Emily, sweetheart.” Nurse Helen said gently taking one of her hands. “Come with me please; we’re going to have you lie down for a little while and see if you feel better.” she said before leading her into a bedroom.“Look, I really am fine!” Emily continued but Helen wasn’t so sure. “I still think it would be best if you lied down for a little bit while we figure this situation out.” Emily sighed in defeat, as she kicked off her shoes.“Before you get into bed, please hand me your clothes and we’ll get them washed for you.” Emily nodded and took off her shirt before pausing at her skirt. “What’s the matter?”“I don’t have anything on under this.” she admitted, not wanted to undress any farther.“Still as shy as always.” Helen said tugging the girls skirt down.“H-hey! Don’t just take off my clothes!” Emily protested while covering herself and stepping out of the once light blue skirt. “Sorry, normally I’d leave and let you throw it out the door, but I’m a little concerned. I want to make sure you get into bed alright. Also, I need to make sure you wear this.” Helen said handing her the diaper. “We are in someone else s room. I know you say you don’t need it, but as a courtesy to whoever s bed this is, please wear it as a precaution.” Emily grumbled a bit but knew she didn’t really have much choice and she couldn’t argue with her logic. She held it up and examined it. It was just a plain white diaper like all the other hospital issued ones. She looked from it to Nurse Joy awkwardly for a moment.“Do you need help?” “N-no.” Emily said as her face flushed.“Then what’s the problem?”“It’s just, umm.” Emily mumbled hoping she’d understand that in order to put it on she would have to uncover herself. “I’m sorry, but I can’t leave until you put it on. Please don’t fight me anymore on this, Emily. Lay down.” she ordered as she took the diaper from her. Ugh not again thought Emily as Helen unwrapped it, slid it under her and taped it up. “Please get some rest, Emily. I’ll be back to check on you in a few hours.” she said after tucking her in and headed for the door but paused to add, “Please don’t be hard on yourself if you do end up wetting. You’ve had a traumatic day. I’d honestly be surprised if you didn’t.” She then closed the door leaving Emily alone in the room. Immediately Emily shot up as she went searching through her backpack until she found Namine and let her out before lying back down. “I’m glad you’re okay.” Emily said softly while petting Namine’s head as she curled up against Emily’s chest. “I’m glad you're okay too, master.” Namine purred. “Please, just Emily.” she said as she closed her eyes.“What about Mom?” Emily smiled as she cuddled Namine while they both drifted off to sleep.
“Mom works too.” |
Anna Silph dragged her feet across the hall. She wasn’t even the one who was kidnapped, but she was still exhausted none the less. After fighting to stay awake during their meeting of what to do, Anna’s aunt finally suggested that she go join Emily and lie down. Anna resisted at first; this was her father they were talking about after all, but after an hour, she finally had to excuse herself and go lie down. Anna made a pit stop at the supply closet at her aunts request to grab Emily an extra diaper in case she needed a change and after gathering the necessary supplies for later; she was ready to just plop down and sleep this whole disaster away. When Anna arrived at the closed door Emily was sleeping in, Namine could be heard whimpering and scratching on the other side.
“Emily, wake up.” Anna said shaking her girlfriend awake as the Eevee danced around the floor under her legs whimpering.
“Wha? What is it?” Emily groaned into her pillow still half asleep.
“Namine wants something. She’s crying and pacing around.”
“What is it, baby girl?” Emily asked lifting her head off the pillow a few inches. Finally! I’ve been trying to wake you up for the last half hour! I need to go for a walk! “Huh? Arghhh” Emily moaned falling back into her pillow and closing her eyes. “I’m too tired to walk. I’ll take you out later, go back to sleep.” No! It can’t wait until later, mom! I gotta go. “But we don’t have to go anywhere.” Emily moaned back in her semi-conscious state. MOM, WAKE UP!
“Woah! She’s really agitated about something, Emily. I’ve never heard her growl like that before, even her fur is sticking up.” After only getting light snoring as a response Anna bent to the floor and tried to calm the agitated pokemon down. “What is it, Namine? Maybe there’s something in her backpack that will help.” Anna said as she started taking things out one by one. “Are you hungry?” Nothing. “Thirsty?” Nothing. “Restless? Ugh, here.” Anna said turning Emily’s backpack over and dumping out the contents. Namine immediately jumped into the pile and began digging through it until she found a purple box and began pawing and whimpering at it. “What ya got there?” Anna asked picking up the box and reading the front.
Poke Training Pads - For Medium sized Indoor Pokemon. Perfect for stays in: Hotel rooms, Pokemon Centers, Trains, Boats, and other places you and your traveling companions may go where walks may be infrequent or unavailable.
Anna looked at the box then down to the whimpering Eevee and quickly put the pieces together.
“Sorry, Namine! Here you go.” Anna said as she opened the box, pulled out a small white square, and quickly unfolded it before placing it in the corner of the room. Namine let out a short bark in thanks before running over to the mat to relieve herself in both ways. Once she was finished, Anna picked up the used pad, folded the corners together and threw it away before setting out a new one just in case. After removing her blue denim jeans and shoes, Anna climbed into bed, wrapped her arms securely around Emily's chest before nuzzling her head into the back of her neck. After a few moments Anna felt Namine hop up onto the bed as well, but chose instead to cuddle with Anna making her annoyance with her owner apparent enough you didn’t need to speak pokemon to understand.
After a few more hours of peaceful sleep, the setting sun shone down into the sleeping girls window waking the younger of the two up first. She slowly opened her eyes and squinted at the light shining into them as she noticed the pair of arms wrapped around her.
“Why am I always the little spoon?” Emily asked turning toward her girlfriend.
“Because you’re smaller.” Anna said removing her arms and rubbing the sleep from her eyes before giving Namine a few pats and strokes.
“You even took my pokemon.” Emily complained as she noticed her once faithful companion had switched sides of the bed. Namine purred contently as Anna traced her palm along her fur while completely ignoring her owners statement.
“I think she’s still mad at you. She tried to tell you she had to go to the bathroom, but you wouldn’t wake up. Instead you kept talking to yourself then fell back asleep. No worries though, I put a pad down for her.” Anna explained while loving the attention she was getting from Namine even though she knew it was only because she was mad at her owner. Oh, Emily thought as she vaguely remembered their previous conversation. That’s what she meant when she said she had to go. She’d have to remember to pick up some more of those treats she loved if she wanted to get back in her good graces.
“She’s been kind of moody for the last couple weeks actually.” Emily said as Eevee gave her a low growl in response. “I’m sorry, but it’s true.” Whatever. Namine stood up and stretched her forelegs out as she leaned her body forward before hopping off the bed and making her way over to the training pad for a quick pee.
“If you’re worried, you can always take her downstairs and get her checked out.” Anna suggested.
“Yeah I might do that especially after what happened earlier. She did get kicked pretty hard.”
“Actually, you got kicked pretty hard too. You mind explaining to me what happened?” Anna asked.
“Well, it’s like I said before. Namine asked Blissey to heal me and it worked.” Emily said rolling over onto her back to stare up at the ceiling.
“Well firstly. What do you mean Namine asked Blissey?” Anna questioned keeping her eyes on Emily.
“Well, when that stone first touched Namine I thought she had died. She just collapsed and wasn’t breathing. I was so scared I lost her.” Emily said as her voice began cracking. “Namine means so much to me. She’s been with me since she was a hatch-ling; I even bottle fed her for a month!” Okay, okay I’m sorry. Emily reached out as Namine came back in bed and cuddled with her. “While I was trying to wake Namine up, she just sorta...disappeared.”
“What do you mean disappeared?” Anna asked.
“I mean one minute she was dead on the ground and the next she wasn’t anywhere. I was in pretty rough shape at the time so I didn’t really see. My leg and nose were broken and I had a couple ribs sticking out. My guess is that when I slammed the palm of my hand on the stone, it split in half. See, half of it absorbed into my hand!” Emily said showing Anna her hand. “See that purple mark?”
“It’s just a bruise.” Anna said.
“No, I’m serious! Once I absorbed it I could hear Namine talking! I’ve been able to hear her ever since!”
“What do you mean hear her?” Anna asked looking a little doubtful.
“I mean I’ve literally been having full blown conversations with her like I would with you.”
“Emily…”
“No, I’m serious! I can prove it! Namine! Help me out!” What do you want ME to do? “I don’t know, did you see or hear anything while I was gone when you were alone with Anna?”
“Emily, honestly enough. This whole situation sounds like something you got out of my Eragon books” Anna said.
“What?”
“You know, that book about the kid who touches a hatched dragon, gets a mark burned into his palm and can suddenly telepathically communicate with it.” Now that I think about it, I do remember something. When you two were taking a platonic break, you had your first accident from the medication. After she gave you some clothes to change into and had you get in the shower, she was masturbating. She thought I was sleeping. Psh. Hard to sleep with all the racket she was making.
“Wha-what?” Emily asked blushing.
“Look i’m sorry but can you blame me for-” Anna started but was soon cut off.
“No, not you, what Namine just told me. She said that night I had an accident, when I was taking a shower, you were… uh...you know.”
“You saw!?” Anna asked turning a deep shade of red.
“Namine did. She said she was lying in your bed at the time.”
“Look let’s move on from the whole ‘you can talk to Namine’ thing. What happened after your hand?”
“We talked a little, tried to figure it out. She thought maybe we somehow fused together for a short period of time but we couldn’t do anything because I was hurt. She had the idea that since she was kind of...inside of me she wondered what would happen if a pokemon attempted to heal me. That’s when we got Blissey over and it worked! See!” Emily nearly shouted as she uncovered her leg.
“What am I seeing?” Anna asked getting a little frustrated with her story until it hit. It wasn’t what she was seeing; it’s what she WASN’T seeing. “You’re scars.” She said quietly as she examined Emily’s leg. “They’re gone.” A bloody nose could be stopped, but this? A large chunk of the girls leg was cut out as a kid for crying out loud! Her mind must be playing tricks on her! As if she had read her mind Emily showed Anna her other leg to show it wasn’t really that one all along. Anna spit in her hand and rubbed it over Emily’s right leg.
“Eww, what did you do that for?!”
“To take the make-up off!” Anna said as she continued to rub.
“Well when you’re finished, mind massaging my other leg too. Minus the spit.” Emily said sarcastically.
“I-I don’t understand!” Anna admitted dumbfounded.
“Neither do I, but you could at least stop treating me like i’m either lying or crazy.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just a little hard to take in. Okay just one last test. Have Namine tell you how many fingers i’m holding up.” Really? We’re resorting to this?
“Sorry, but if it will get her to believe me. Please?” Emily asked. Alright fine. She’s flipping you the pidgey. “She says you’re sticking up your middle finger.” Anna sat there dumbfounded. Can I try something? Remember when you were able to talk to Blissey by placing your hand on her forehead? I wonder if that would work if you touched me and Anna at the same time. “Worth a shot.” Emily shrugged and placed one hand on Namine’s head and the other on Anna’s.
“What are you doing?” Anna asked staring up at Emily’s hand. Can everyone hear me? “What the hell was that?” Anna said nearly jumping. Testing, testing. I have an announcement. “Is that really you?” Anna asked staring dumbfounded at the Eevee that was talking inside her head. Emily let her mom bottle feed her until she was thirteen.
“NAMINE!” That’s for not taking me out earlier. |
Mom! Mom! Wake up!
“Huh? Wha?” The black haired girl mumbled as she slowly began opening her eyes to find her Eevee’s huge brown eyes inches from hers. When the Eevee finally managed to wake her owner its tail wagged back and forth in short bursts of anxiety. “What is it Namine?”
It’s Anna; there’s something wrong with her.
Emily rolled over expecting to see her girlfriend, but instead found herself alone in the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows and surveyed the room and after seeing no trace of Anna, turned her attention back to Eevee. “What happened?”
She was really upset. Seemed to be having a nightmare about something.
“Any idea where she went?”
Probably went to take a shower. Is it normal for all you humans to pee in your sleep? I thought that was just your thing.
“What are you talking about?” Emily asked until her hand hit a damp area on the other side of the bed. Puzzled, she tore the blankets off the mattress to reveal the wet area in the sheets. Quickly she looked down at herself only to find she was still in the dry diaper nurse Joy had forced her into. Anna wet the bed? What time was it anyway she wondered as she looked to the alarm clock on the shelf that read 7:30 Am. There was a knocking on the door that sent Emily in a panic to quickly cover herself as Nurse Joy entered.
“Hello, dear. Just checking in on you. How are you feeling? I came to see how you were last night, but the both of you were sound asleep.” Emily nodded in agreement. They had both awoken in the early evening and after playing with her ability to communicate with Namine a bit, both girls had fallen back asleep after a short period of time. Emily stretched her legs and arms under the covers. She hadn’t felt this good in years, and the restful sleep in her girlfriends arms had only improved her mood.
“Good, actually.” Emily said examining her hand for the millionth time. She looked around the room and spotted her clothes neatly folded on a wooden chair on the other side of the room. She had managed to sleep all day and night yesterday without a single trip to the bathroom and now that she was awake her body cursed her for it. She smiled at the fact that this would have been impossible in her earlier condition. “Can you hand me my clothes, please? I need to get dressed.” She asked as she was still naked except for the unused diaper around her waist.
“I’m glad to hear you’re feeling better. You gave us all quite the scare yesterday.” Nurse Joy said as she handed the girl her clothes. “I’m going to have the Dr. check you out today just to be sure. I could have sworn you had a few broken bones; it’s a miracle you’re alright.” Emily didn’t really feel like running through her story anymore. It had taken ages for Anna to not look at her like she was crazy and she was pretty sure Namine would try to bite her if she even suggested helping her out again. “Why can’t this just stay between us?” Namine finally asked after Anna had finally calmed down over getting to play 50 questions through Emily. She was right though, having a secret bond with Namine did sound appealing and she had to admit. Namine knew too much as she had already so kindly demonstrated. There were things from her childhood she didn’t want getting out, even to Anna. She was weak and vulnerable at that time and her mom had provided her with the comfort she had needed to get by. It had been their secret between the three of them. Her, her mom and next door neighbor, Rachel. Well, she guessed now the four of them if she included Namine. She’d have to have a talk with her about keeping those things private, she couldn’t afford to have her telling people every time she didn’t feed her on time or something.
“Emily, are you there?” Nurse Joy asked.
“Sorry, what was that?” Emily asked snapping herself from her thoughts.
“I asked if you needed any help.” Nurse Joy said about to tug away the blankets. Emily kept a tight hold on the comforter so that the wet patch wouldn’t be revealed. The older woman closely examined her face and thought she knew what the problem was as Emily shifted to get a hold on her full bladder. “Emily,” Nurse Joy said with a sigh as she sat down on the bed next to the girl. “Did you honestly think this would resolve itself over night? You have to allow yourself time to heal. And after a traumatic event it’s no wonder you’re wet. Now why don’t you lay back and let me help you out of that wet thing and I-” Emily sighed as she turned away and put on her shirt before removing her side of the blanket to show the woman her dry diaper. “Oh well, nevermind then.” Nurse Joy said with a smile. “You had this face like you were hiding something.”
“Heh, no of course not.” Emily said with a nervous laugh as she slipped her green knee length skirt on and slipped out from underneath the covers.
“Well, I should get the bedding in the wash anyway.” Nurse Joy said as she picked up the edge of the blanket and began pulling it off.
“No! Wait!” Emily cried out but it was too late. Nurse Joy had already pulled off the sheets to reveal the large, damp yellow stain across the bedding. The women let out a deep sigh of frustration as she rubbed her temples.
“I’m getting very tired of this, Emily.” She said while eying the nervous girl who cowered onto the bed. She had never seen Nurse Joy with such a look in her eyes before.
“It’s not what it looks like.” Emily tried to explain but was immediately shot down.
“Really, because to me it looks like you took your diaper off after I told you to wear it, had an accident, and put your diaper back on and then lied about it.”
“No, it’s not it.” Emily said softly as she tried to think of something to say. She couldn’t tell her Anna did it. She didn’t want to get her in trouble, especially since she never actually saw anything but heard from Namine; something she also couldn’t explain.
“Really, then tell me. Who else here is a wetting problem?” Nurse Joy said with her hands on her hips as her voice grew louder and more agitated making Emily’s eyes tear up.
“Can we talk about this later.” Emily whimpered as she tried to head for the door dancing from foot to foot.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Nurse Joy said blocking her path. “I’m not done talking with you.”.
“I have to go to the bathroom.” Emily mumbled blushing.
“And how do I know you’re not going to just think up an excuse while you're in there? I’m getting sick and tired of all your lies. If you can’t hold it through what I have to say then just use your diaper like the baby you’ve been acting like.”
“I-I can’t. I’m not a-” Emily said choking on the word “baby” as memories she had long since tried to forget came rushing back causing her to cry out in shame.
“Really, because you had no problem going in bed.”
“No, I- I- didn’t” Emily said trying to fight back her sobs.
“I said use it!” Nurse Joy said glaring at the girl who whimpered and let go out of fear.””If you can’t even tell the truth about something as little as this maybe letting you into this program is a mistake.” Emily stood frozen to the spot as her diaper area sent out a loud hissing sound that filled the room. Emily’s thoughts filled of her childhood and of being forced to use diapers because of her leg as she peed non-stop into the one that expanded around her waist. 15 hours worth of held back urine was too much for the soaked garment to hold as the contents began running down Emily’s legs as she sobbed. Namine stood up on the bed with ears down flat and growled up at Nurse Joy. Nurse Joy stood confused when the hissing had started. She didn’t believe Emily really had to go at all and was just using it as an excuse to get out of a lecture.. She stood staring at the amount of urine that kept coming out. Emily had never been able to hold that much before, and after wetting the bed, it shouldn’t have been possible.. She realized she had made a terrible mistake once the contents began running down the girls legs. Those hospital diapers were guaranteed to hold up to 600ml. She had to have been holding it all night to produce that much urine.
“Oh, Emily” Nurse Joy said as took in the sight of the sobbing girl. “I didn’t realize you really had to-”
“I’m not a baby!” Emily screamed with all her might as she collapsed onto the floor in a child like tantrum making Nurse Joy flinch. What was happening? “I’m not a baby! I’m not a baby!” she continued to scream as memory after memory flooded her mind leaving her a trembling mess on the floor as the previous days experience finally caught up with her.
“Okay, Emily, i’m sorry. You’re not a baby.” Nurse Joy said slowly and calmly, shocked at the scene before her. Just what had she done to her?
“I’m not a baby; I’m not a baby.” Emily mumbled quietly from her spot on the floor and began rocking. Namine jumped down off the bed and tried speaking with her owner, but Emily was far too upset to hear her. Instead she pawed at her mothers lap and whimpered to let her know she was there. It was then that Anna came back into the room and froze at the scene before her. She looked to her girl friend who sat on the floor with a dead look in her eyes to her aunt who stood there looking alarmed and guilty.
“What happened?” Anna asked.
“I may have pushed Emily too far. I got mad at her for lying about wetting the bed and-” Nurse Joy started.
“I wet the bed.” Anna admitted with a sigh. “I was going to clean up after I had a shower.”
“I may have realized that too late.” Nurse Joy replied biting her lip anxiously as she looked at the now empty expression on her face. “I really embarrassed her.” Namine barked up at Anna trying to call her over. Anna seemed to pick up what she wanted her to do as she picked up each of Emily’s hands and held one on her head and the other on Namine to listen to what she had to say.
“She’s really upset at being called a baby.” Namine explained to Anna telepathically.
“That’s it?” Anna asked. “That’s all that she’s upset about.”
“It’s more complicated than that. It’s a really touchy subject; I already told you more than I should have last night.”
“Oh, about her and her mom?” Anna asked. Emily had seemed rather upset that Namine had revealed that part of her childhood and although she really wanted to tease her about it last night, she had decided to pretend she hadn’t heard anything and began her incessant questions of what it was like being a Pokemon.
“The short story is that Emily literally went through a period where she-”
“That’s enough, Namine!” Emily suddenly said snapping out of her depressed state. “Don’t tell her anymore.” Her Eevee whimpered at being in trouble and curled up by her moms legs and remained quiet. “Why am I on the floor?” she asked looking to the two of them puzzled.
“Emily, I’m so sorry I did that to you.” Nurse Joy said.
“Did what?” Emily said looking confused as she tried to stand but stopped when she felt wet. “Please tell me I did not, UGH!” Emily moaned as she saw her legs and skirt were covered with urine.
“Emily,” Nurse Joy said looking concerned.
“I’m so sorry!” Emily quickly apologized blushing. “I’ll clean it up and-”
“What is the last thing you remember?” Nurse Joy asked.
“You asked me if I needed help with something and then…” Emily said trying to recall as she dug through her pockets.
“Mmm…” Nurse Joy hummed disapprovingly at her. “Who was your professor, the one who gave you your starter pokemon?”
“Professor Oak. Why?” Emily asked puzzled.
“Anna, would you mind helping her get cleaned up please.” Nurse Joy asked as she ignored Emily’s question. “There’s something I need to do.”
“C’mon, let’s get you in the shower.” Anna said offering her hand to the girl. Nurse Joy watched the two girls leave and head towards the shower block before taking off and going downstairs to the video phones. They were a bit out of date since coming out with the PokeNav system with the built in holographic devices so she knew she would have a private conversation. She opened, closed and locked the door before entering the empty room. She walked to the back rows of chairs before picking up the receiver and typing “Professor Oak.” into the enter name prompt. It rang for a few minutes before a image of the aging professor appeared on the screen looking confused.
“Hello, Nurse Joy?” He asked wiping the dust off the screen with the arm of his lab coat.
“Is this Professor Oak? Hi, this is the Nurse Joy from Cerilion City.”
“This thing must be broken, it says Saffron.”
“No it’s right. I’m calling from Saffron. Anyway, I was hoping to speak to the guardian of Emily Ketchum. Who would that be?”
“Oh, that would be her mom, Delia Ketchum. Do you want to speak with her? She’s here now.”
“Yes, please but would you mind giving us some privacy?”
“Sure, my grand daughter, Daisy, is here as well. I’ll take her to the field for a bit.”
“I thought I told you I go by Rachel now!” Nurse Joy heard shouted from the back causing the professor to roll his eyes as he got up. Soon an Auburn haired women with her hair pulled into a ponytail wearing a pink dress replaced him.
“Hello? Nurse Joy? How can I help you?” Mrs. Ketchum asked smiling pleasantly.
“Hello, I wanted to talk to you about your daughter, Emily. I’m a little concerned.”
“Is she okay? Did she have a seizure?” Mrs. Ketchum said looking concerned.
“Well, she’s been through quite an ordeal lately, and she’s showing signs of shock.” Nurse Joy admitted. “I’m not quite sure what to do, I simply said she was acting like a baby and she went ballistic.”
“Oh.” Mrs. Ketchum said looking nervous. “Emily, well, that’s kind of a trigger word for Emily. She can’t handle being called a baby. She just sort of shuts down.”
“I don’t understand.” Nurse Joy said looking a bit confused.
“Well, it’s complicated. I’m sure she’s fine. Just let her continue on the gym track.”
“Emily’s not on the gym track; she’s joining my internship.” Nurse Joy explained.
“What internship? Where is she? Saffron?”
“It’s a nursing program for both pokemon and humans. Anyway there’s been some trouble involving her and my niece. I think it would be wise if they laid low for a little while. Could I send them both your way to Pallet?”
“Oh, what kind of trouble?” Mrs. Ketchum asked worried. “I only have one room though. I’m sure one of my neighbors could take in your niece.”
“I’m sure Emily would rather stay together with her. They’re...good friends.”
“Oh, I’m glad she’s making friends. She was a little worried with having such a late start there wouldn’t be anyone her age. They could share Emily’s room, but they’d have to share a bed. I don’t know if your niece would be okay with that or not.”
“Heh, I’m sure that’s not going to be an issue.” Nurse Joy said with a laugh.
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Meanwhile in the shower room, Emily sat contently on the stool smiling as she felt a pair of hands massaging shampoo into her hair for her.
“You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” Anna said with a laugh as she rinsed the shampoo out of her girl friends hair with the retractable shower head.
“Mmhmm.” Emily said as she finally felt her good mood returning, along with some other feelings as she rested her head back against Anna’s body. “Kinda reminds you of the day we met, huh?” she purred. Anna laughed nervously before peeking her head out the curtain to make sure they were alone in community shower room.
“You, uh, want me to wash your body too?” Anna whispered with a grin causing Emily to blush and nod. Anna put the shower head back before grabbing the bottle of Cucumber Melon scented body wash and lathering some up in her hands. She started working it in her shoulders, down her arms and back. “I’m going to wash your front now, okay?” Emily nodded her red face eagerly as Anna came around to her front and kneeled down. “Hmm, where to start.” Anna teased as she let the hot water fall on her back. “How about...here” Anna said seductively as she leaned in and kissed her while moving her hand up to Emily’s chest and began playing with her boobs as Emily did the same to her. Soon their hands began exploring other areas until Emily was on the verge of losing it.
“No, please don’t stop.” Emily panted as Anna stood up and reached for the shower head.
“Don’t you want me to finish washing you?” Anna teased as she walked around to the back of Emily and knelt down wrapping her arms around her while still holding on to the shower head. “Open your legs.” she whispered while Emily slowly obeyed while whimpering. Anna lowered the water pressure as she moved it between the girls legs.
“Ugh, no, stop teasing.” Emily moaned bouncing her knees up and down as Anna slowly began raising the water pressure making the younger girl squirm as she planted kisses down the side of the Emily’s neck.
“As you wish.” Anna chuckled as she turned the pressure on full blast.
“Ahh, ahh! Yes! Yes!” Emily moaned white knuckling the stool and she leaned back into Anna as her lower parts began to twitch. “Almost... there.” She panted as she felt herself getting hotter and hotter until.. “What no! What did you do that for?” Emily asked nearly shouting as Anna pulled the water away.
“Not yet.” Anna teased kissing her neck and messaging Emily’s right boob. Emily moaned in desperation as she began grinding against the stool. “AH AH AH. Stand up!” Anna ordered yanking the girl to her feet by her armpits and shoving her against the shower wall, pinning her arms above her head. Anna brought her knee up and began teasing Emily more as Emily put her weight down on it and began attempting to hump it. “My my aren’t we horny today. Just wait, It will be worth it. There’s something I hide in my travel bag I think you’ll like that’s right outside this stall sitting on the sinks. Go get it.” Emily quickly walked out of the shower about to grab a towel to cover herself until she heard Anna say “No towel.”
“But the sinks are all the way on the other side of the bathroom, and I’m naked.” she said blushing.
“Then you better hurry up and get it.” Anna said smiling mischievously. “That is, unless you don’t want to FINISH.” She added with extra emphasis at the end. Emily moaned as she rubbed her legs together. Anna was being so mean today and she had never been so horny than at this moment. Her normally sweet and caring self had been replaced by this sadistic mistress and she had never wanted Anna more. Emily peeked out the door to make sure the coast was clear until she felt Anna push her out and lock the door behind her. Emily moaned in embarrassment and quickly made a mad dash for Anna's shower bag which was right where she said she left it. Emily’s heart raced. She had never felt so exposed before and the thought of someone walking in on her naked made her feel both scared and excited, but mostly scared.
“I got it! Let me back in!” Emily pounded on the door and shivered. “I’m cold!”
“Good job! Now wait five minutes.”
“What? No! Let me in!” Emily pleaded covering herself.
“Hands to your sides or I’m adding another five minutes to the timer!”
“What if someone walks in?” Emily begged reluctantly putting her hands to her sides as her eyes and ears nervously scanned the area for approaching figures.
“We’re in the women's shower room. So what if someone sees you?” Anna said. “They’re not going to give you a second glance.”
“But I really don’t like people seeing me naked.” Emily said fighting against the urge to cover herself. “I can hear you laughing at me.”
“You’re almost done, just thirty more seconds.” Anna said as she counted down every time ten seconds was up until finally Emily saw the door unlatch. She quickly ran in with the shower bag in tow.
“I hate being naked.” Emily said panting as Anna took her hand and guided her back into the shower.
“You did good. Are you ready for your reward.” Anna asked as she started going through the large tote. “Put your back against the wall and squat. Oh and close your eyes.” Emily quietly obeyed and waited until she felt Anna’s breath on her neck making her excited all over again. She felt something teasing her lower lips until the object suddenly started vibrating. “Do you like it?” Anna asked as she watched Emily tremble and try to press herself into it and she waved it around. Anna slowly guided the Diglett vibrator inside of Emily until only the Pokemons head could be seen as Emily gasped at the new sensation.
“Yes. I like it! I like it alot!” Emily moaned as Anna slowly pulled it in and out as Emily’s body shuddered and squeezed onto it.
“Do you want to cum?” Anna asked in a voice that scared Emily.
“Yes! Please Yes! Don’t tease me anymore!” Emily begged as her body shook with pleasure as she grabbed onto Anna’s shoulders to keep from falling over.
“I’ll let you cum, but first you have to agree to do something for me.” Anna said before whispering in the girls ear as Emily’s face grew red.
“I’ll do it, I’ll do it! Now please!” Anna nodded as she sped her arm up slowly while pulling in and out while clicking the button to up the power with every couple of thrusts.
“Not yet.” Anna said as she saw the look on Emily’s face as she came closer and closer to the edge.
“Now?” Emily begged as her body continued to clench.
“Not yet. Hold it...hold it.” she said as she clicked the max button and began thrusting in and out.
“Ahh!! AHH!” Emily cried out as she lost her footing as Anna held her up.
“Now!” Anna said as she quickly pushed it all the way up and pulled it completely out as Emily violently came and peed onto the shower tiles.
“Hah, hah, hah.” Emily panted and went limp in Anna’s arms who watched with a smile as Emily leaked onto the floor below.
“Did that feel good?” Anna asked as she held Emily in her arms and let her catch her breath. Emily stared at the Diglett vibrator trying her hardest not to laugh. If that’s what a digletts body really looked like no wonder they hid them underground, she thought as she stared at the phallic object. Emily nodded as she stared longingly at Anna’s large breasts. Something inside of her called out to them and before she could stop herself she had latched her mouth onto one of her nipples and began sucking while fondling the other. “Feels good.” Anna admitted as she let her suck for a few minutes until she looked down to see she had practically fallen asleep while she was still latched on. “Hey! Hey! Wake up!” Anna said poking her in the face. “You can suck all you want but you know nothing gonna come out, right?” she teased. Emily suddenly let go and bolted up, her face red with embarrassment. Please tell me I did not just do that she thought. “You still got your half of the bargain to uphold.” she reminded her as she rose and stood against the wall. Emily nodded rose onto her knees as her mouth greeted Anna’s lower regions and went to work as Anna’s eyes rolled back in pleasure.
When both girls finally entered their room Namine wagged her tail happily at their return.
“Geeze mom, what took you so long?” Namine asked until she saw the dopey look on her owners face. “On second thought, I don’t want to know.” Emily smiled and gave her Eevee a few scratches behind her ears as Namine purred and leaned her face into Emily’s hand.
“Hey, Anna.” Emily said as she sat next to her on the stripped bed. “Namine told me you were really upset this morning. Is everything okay?” Anna stared into space a for a few moments before nodding her head. “Are you sure?” Anna smiled weakly and nodded again.
“It’s just being in Saffron again. I haven’t been here since, well, you know.” she admitted as tears filled her eyes. Emily nodded and wrapped her arms around her as Anna lowered herself into her lap as she let Emily stroke her face. The girls soon heard a knocking on the door breaking them out of their trance. Nurse Joy let herself in.
“I’ve just got off the phone with Professor Oak. Emily, your first assignment as my intern is to accompany Anna in delivering him this envelope. Once you are done, the two of you are ordered to stay in Pallet town for two weeks." Emily sat there as the color drained from her face. Go back home? With Anna?
“Hey, Em, isn’t that where you're from?” Anna asked sitting up to see the look on her face. “Emily? Emily?”
“Yay!” Emily heard Namine shout in her head. “Grandma!” She said excitedly as she wagged her tail. |
“Are you almost ready to go?” Emily asked as she re-packed her backpack and searched around the room to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. “I guess.” Anna said her voice monotone and devoid of the usual happiness and emotion. “Do you mind if I stop somewhere first.”“Sure,” Emily said as she prepared to follow the older brunette.“Actually, umm…” Anna said as she looked to Emily then the ground. “I was kind of hoping to be alone, if you don’t mind.”“Oh.” Emily said a little taken back. “That’s fine, I guess.” she said as she watched Anna leave without her. She sat on the bed while dropping her stuff and waited and waited for her to return. After an hour she gave up and went to the lobby in search of something to do. Oh yeah, that’s right, she thought as she pulled Namine’s pokeball out. She wanted to get her checked out.“It’s Emily, right?” Nurse Joy...err...Nurse Patricia asked as she pulled out a few forms for Emily to sign in order to get her Eevee checked out. “Yeah,” Emily said as she filled out the paperwork and handed it back. She sat and waited for her name to be called and finally Nurse Patricia said there was an examination room ready. Once inside she released her Eevee onto the table as it looked around the room to observe its new surroundings. “Namine!” Emily scolded as Eevee puffed up and quietly growled at the approaching Nurse. “Don’t you let her take my temperature! Don’t you dare let her take my temperature!” Namine hissed as she sat down on her haunches.“What can I do for you?” Nurse Patricia asked as she looked over the information Emily wrote down. “Ah, a female Eevee, those are quite rare.” “Yeah, I just wanted to make sure she’s alright after everything that happened yesterday.” she explained as the Nurse nodded and began checking for any broken bones.“Is she always this honorary?” the nurse asked as she quickly pulled her hand away as Namine tried to take a bite out of it once her hand started approaching her rear section. “Hmm, she gets this way around this time of the year.”“Ah, well that explains it then.” The nurse said as she finished patting the Eevee down. “You said she’s about five years old?”“Yeah, that’s right.” Emily said as she listened to Eevee tell the nurse where she can stick her hands next. “Just a case of spring fever then.” the Nurse said smiling.“What’s that?” Emily asked hoping her Eevee wasn’t coming down with something.“Well it’s spring time and you know what that means.” Emily gave her a blank stare as the nurse sighed. “You know...mating season…” she further explained. “Ohh.” Emily said finally understanding and wanting to hit herself. “Have you thought about finding her a suitable mating partner? It would probably do wonders for her attitude.” Nurse Patricia explained as she handed Emily brochures for the pokemon daycare. “Huh, I’ve never really thought about it before. “ Emily said looking them over. “Female Eevee’s are in super high demand right now at the breeding center as well. You can always kill two Pidgey’s with one stone by renting her-” The nurse began explaining, but Emily didn’t catch the rest over the death threats and curse words her Eevee began yelling out if Emily even considered the thought of pimping her out for cash.“Aha thanks, but I don’t think Namine’s interested in mating right now.” Emily said afraid Namine would follow up with her threat of bringing her back a Rattata in her bed while Emily was asleep. “I said don’t rent me out; I never said I wasn’t interested in finding a partner.” Namine said quietly. “I guess we could stop by; it’s on the way back after all.” Emily said as she read the symptoms of spring fever on the pamphlet. The symptoms did sound a lot like Namine and the brochure even said that pokemon who are mated regularly during the spring season tend to be happier, healthier, and live longer lives versus those who don’t. “Another alternative if there are no suitable partners at the daycare center is looking into finding a Ditto since they are compatible matches for all types of Pokemon.” Another growl from Namine let Emily know that also wasn’t an option.“I refuse to mate with one of those...those...jelly whores.” Namine growled as she licked her paw and used it to smooth out the fur on her face. “Pfft.” Emily laughed. “Oh, uh, it just seems like Dittos are like the sluts of the Pokemon world. She’s a little picky about, well, everything.” she explained after the Nurse asked what was so funny.“Just you wait and see. Once she gets a whiff of those pheromones she won’t care if it’s a Ditto or a Flareon.”“I seriously doubt that!” Namine said with a huff taking it as a personal insult. “Well, she looks to be in good health. No broken bones, coat is thick and healthy, but she’s a little on the chunky side.”“Like you should talk, Milktank!” Namine growled as her fur rose in agitation. “Heh, it’s almost like she can understand me.” the Nurse laughed nervously as she quickly withdrew her hand once Namine flashed her sharp teeth. “Looks like everything else is in order.” the Nurse said as she went over her chart. “Only one thing left to do.” She said as she snapped a rubber glove on. Ten minutes later Emily carried the thrashing Eevee in her arms who yelled obscenities at the Nurse behind them as she smiled and waved obliviously at them. Emily was glad only she could understand her since she would have been causing quite the scene. “Oh c’mon, it couldn’t have been that bad.” Emily said trying to calm her down.“How’d YOU like to have a six inch metal stick shoved up your ass? Actually, don’t answer that.” Namine yelled back at her owner.“It wasn’t THAT big; it was more like five...ish.” Emily said. “And I know you totally peed on her on purpose; don’t try to deny it.”“She’s lucky that’s all I did.” Namine said as she continued on cursing her.“How you do expect to find a mate with that mouth of yours; it’s not very lady like.” “Who are you to talk about being lady like? Just an hour ago you farted on the leather sofa and giggled for an entire minute straight.”“I think I liked you better when you couldn’t talk.” Emily said blushing as she sat on the very same sofa with Eevee in her lap. “And I think I liked the first Emily better.” Namine said in a huff. “The first Emily?” she asked confused. “What are you talking about?”“Are you alright there?” The original Nurse Joy asked stealing Emily’s attention away from grilling Namine as she joined her on the sofa causing Namine to jump off onto the other end of the couch . “You look deep in thought. Are you nervous about going back home?”“A little bit.” Emily admitted as she pulled up her bare legs and hugged her knees. “How come? Your mom sounded happy you were coming back.”“Eh, bad memories.” Emily admitted staring blankly into the distance. “Wait, when did you talk to my mom? How do you even know who my mom is?”“I called Professor Oak and your mom happened to be there. He wanted me to send him that envelope.” she lied. “Oh.” Emily said as they sat together in awkward silence. “Where’s Anna? She said she wanted to be alone and left like two hours ago.”“She’ll be back in a little bit.” “Is she okay?” Emily asked a bit worried.“Yeah, we went to go visit her mom and sister.”“I don’t understand.” Emily said turning to look at Nurse Joy confused.“We went to visit their graves.” Nurse Joy said. “Oh.”“Her mom died instantly, but we were never one hundred percent sure how her sister died.”“How do you not know how she died? Didn’t she get impaled by a tree branch or something.” Nurse Joy shook her head.“That’s just what Anna thinks she saw and it was dark. She was probably so shooken up and there’s always the possibility she dreamt it. There was no evidence to support that. We think her sister died from a head wound, but we’re not sure.”“How were you not sure?”“Well, the police said she didn’t have any kind of external injuries at all, but the autopsy showed signs of brain hemorrhaging.”“Oh, how old was she?”“Izzy was 12 at the time. She would have been about your age now.” Nurse Joy said with a sigh as she pulled a device out of her pocket and began tapping a few things into.“Oh” was all Emily could think to say but became speechless as a holographic picture came up of the ten year old girl standing next to a black haired man dressed in a butlers outfit.“That’s her, and that was the family’s butler that went missing. He was a good man, he was a lot closer to the girls than their own father was.” Emily clenched her fists as she stared at the man in the picture. Rage boiled in her chest as she looked at the two them and their happy expressions. The man in the photo was her very own father! They looked to be celebrating the girls birthday and that just made Emily all the more pissed off. It should have been her! He should have been at home celebrating her birthdays! “Are you okay, dear?” Nurse Joy asked as she watched the expression on Emily’s face turn from sympathy to hatred. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Emily quickly said jumping a little as she looked away and blinked the tears out of her eyes. “I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions and yelled at you this morning.” Nurse Joy said after a few more minutes of awkward silence. “I wasn’t mad because I thought you had an accident; I was mad because I thought you deliberately disobeyed me behind my back and then lied about it.”“It’s fine.” Emily said wiping her eyes. “If you were really fine you wouldn’t be crying and trying to hide it.” Emily didn’t feel like trying to explain the anger at her father. Instead she just nodded and pretended that Nurse Joy’s actions was why she was upset. “I’m going to go for a walk.” Emily said after a minute in an attempt to be alone as she stood up but felt Nurse Joy’s hand wrap around her arm stopping her.“Anna has some pull-ups in her bag. Please wear one.” Nurse Joy whispered in her ear. Emily sighed in frustration and annoyance. How was she going to prove she didn’t need those anymore?“I don’t nee-”“Diaper it is then.”“Fine, i’ll wear the pull-up.” Emily quickly said. “Please, just no more diapers. I’m seventeen years old!”“If you need them, you need them.” Nurse Joy said with a shrug.“You didn’t have to keep changing me.” Emily said quietly. “I could’ve done it myself. You know, in private.”“It says you needed to wear them in your medical file and as a Nurse of both Pokemon and humans, it is part of my job to make sure that you are. It also said in your file you put up a fight so that’s why i’ve personally been doing it. I have to do it with everyone who shows resistance.”“How long am I going to have to keep wearing them?” Emily asked with a pained expression on her face.“I think it stays on your file for 30 days. Outside of the pokemon center you can wear whatever you want, but inside you have to stay protected until the Dr. gives you the all clear. Don’t feel bad even Anna’s wearing one today. ”“Why does she have them?” Emily asked.“This happens every year like clock work. The nightmares and bedwetting. She gets so depressed so It’s one of the reasons i’m sending you both to Pallet. Now quit stalling and get changed or I’m diapering you.” “No!” Emily said quickly making her way to the room with Anna’s stuff in it. She unzipped her suitcase and started moving things around until she found the package of Eevee training pants.“That’s sick.” Namine said from behind as she watched disapprovingly as her owner pulled one out and began changing into it. “My face is on your butt, don’t you dare use that thing.”“This skirt does nothing to cover it either.” Emily said said with a sigh as she looked at herself in the mirror before pulling her skirt down and changing into a different one. “That’s better.” Emily said as it covered the puffiness much better. She then stuck her hands in her pockets to fix them but felt something inside and pulled out the other half of the strange stone. “What do you think this is?” She asked showing it to Namine.“If it was an evolution stone, I would have stayed inside of you right? Even then i’ve never heard of that kind of evolution before.”“It’s pretty.” Emily said holding it up to the light. “Do you think we’ll fuse if you touch it again?” “If we do, the first thing i’m doing is making you take that stupid Eevee diaper off.” Emily held her breath as she pressed it to her Eevee’s fur, but breathed a sigh of relief when nothing happened mostly happy that it didn’t make Namine collapse again. “It would make a pretty necklace.” Emily said as she tied it around some string and put it around Namine’s neck. “This way when I look at you i’ll always remember the time I almost lost you. That way i’ll always appreciate you, even when you’re being an ass.” Namine rolled her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. It did look pretty against her fur at least.“So about that walk…” Namine said brushing up against Emily’s leg.“Yeah, c’mon.” Emily said as she picked up her and Anna’s things and headed back into the lobby to find Anna there talking with Nurse Joy. “Ready to go?” Nurse Joy asked.“How are we getting there?” Emily asked as she handed Anna her bag. “Flying.” Nurse Joy said as she handed Anna a pokeball.“Ooh, cool!” Emily said now eager to get going. “We need to stop in Cerulean though.” she said pulling out the pamphlet out of her bag. “Do you know where the Pokemon Daycare is? I was going to let Namine spend the night there.” Namine happily yapped at this news and wagged her tail. “Yeah, it’s pretty close to our Pokemon Center. Maybe a 20 minute walk away. We can go back to my room and stay the night there and pick her up in the morning.” Anna suggested. “Why the sudden interest?”“She’s been a little hostile lately. The Nurse here said she had Spring Fever, and that she would feel better if she, uh…” Emily said. “Ah, I see. “ Anna said. “They keep a few Ditto’s there for overnight stays.”“No! No Ditto’s!” Namine growled as they left the Pokemon Center and she trotted off towards the bushes to take care of business before being called back inside her Pokeball. Anna released Nurse Joys Pidgeot which knelt down so the two girls could climb aboard.“Ready?” Anna asked as she handed Emily a pair of goggles and had her wrap her arms around Anna’s stomach. The pidgeot spread its large wings and pushed off the ground with such force that they found themselves airborne in no time at all. Emily unintentionally screamed as they rose higher and higher into the air as Anna laughed at her and spread her arms out. “I love flying!” Anna yelled into the air as they continued to rise over the town as the people below began fading into smaller and smaller dots. Emily held on with all her might uncaring if she was crushing her girlfriend or not as she let out a yell of surprise. She was suddenly lurched forward as the Pidgeot began flapping it’s massive wings sending them hurtling forward. “Mrmmm.” Emily moaned as she shifted and found to her displeasure she had wet the pull-up in surprise. She had never been so happy to have been forced into one. “You alright back there?” Anna yelled above the sound of the rushing wind. “You're not getting air sickness are you?” “No!” Emily yelled back as she refused to open her eyes and continued to cling onto Anna as they soared through the clouds.“It’s okay!” Anna yelled as she pried Emily’s hands off her stomach and held onto it. “Open your eyes!” Emily shook her head and leaned into Anna’s body for support but eventually opened them and gasped. It was beautiful. She slowly and hesitantly sat upright and peeked around Anna’s shoulder as she stared in amazement as they zipped in and out of the clouds. She smiled widely as they flew over the ocean and passed a group of Wingulls leaving them in the dust. “It’s fun, huh?” Anna shouted happy to see Emily finally starting to enjoy herself. “Dive!” Anna yelled and soon the Pidgeot immediately dove head first towards the water as Emily screamed all the way down. Right before they were about to collide with the water the Pidgeot pulled out of its dive and soared inches above the water with its wings spread out.“I hate you I hate you I hate you!” Emily screamed pounding on Anna’s back as Anna laughed and gazed at the water below as they blew past it. Soon Emily relaxed again as she watched Magikarp jumping in and out of the water. An hour later they finally landed in front of the Pokemon Center as Emily jumped off and nearly stumbled as she found her legs were barely supporting her. Anna gracefully slipped off and called back the Pidgeot.“C’mon, lets go to my room and put our stuff away.” Anna said as she offered her arm to the wobbling Emily. Once inside they snuck upstairs and made their way into the small bedroom where Anna collapsed onto the bed. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.” Anna said as she pulled Emily down on top of her and began kissing her. “What’s wrong?” she asked as Emily shifted around uncomfortably.“I, um, its just.” Emily stuttered looking away. “Hey! Don’t!” She shouted as she felt Anna’s hand reach up into her skirt.“Aww, was somebody a little too scared flying.” Anna teased as she felt the cold, damp pull-up. “I’ll make it all better, baby girl.” she said as she patted Emily’s head and pulled Emily’s skirt down her legs. “Argh.” Emily moaned into her hands as her face shone red as she heard the velcro tapes being ripped away. She jumped once she felt cold wipes against her skin as Anna teased her with them. “Here.” Anna said as she handed the girl a pair of blue panties. “Underwear!” Emily exclaimed happily as she hugged them before sliding them up her legs. “I thought I couldn’t wear them here?”“Well, it was kind of my fault.” Anna said as she rubbed the back of her head. Emily nodded in agreement as she crossed her arms while withholding a certain fact that she had wet before Anna decided to pull a nose dive. Anna smiled awkwardly before looking away as put her hands to her own skirt as she paused for a few seconds before dropping it to reveal her own wet pull-up. Emily wanted to say something, but held her tongue and instead took Anna by the wrist and led her back onto the bed where she kissed her for a minute before she got up and handed her some wet wipes and underwear. “You were squeezing me pretty hard up there.” Anna laughed nervously as she slipped on a pair of panties after cleaning herself and put her skirt back on. “Shall we go get Namine checked in when you’re done?” Emily asked as she awkwardly stood with her back turned away.“Yeah let’s go.” Anna said hesitantly as broke away from her stare at her travel bag. “Did you need something?” Emily asked as she noticed Anna’s lingering stare. Anna bit her lip as she seemed to be debating, but shook her head and mumbled something to herself. “Um, is it, uh, that bad?”“N-no. I’ll be ok, it’s, uh, complicated.” Anna said looking away with a blush as she began nervously biting her fingernails. “I thought it was just at night.” Emily said looking puzzled.“I don’t need it, let’s go.” Anna said as left the room leaving behind a confused Emily. They walked in awkward silence halfway there until Emily let Namine out.“You sure you want to do this?” Emily asked her. “Not too late to change your mind.” she teased.“I’ll be fine.” Namine hummed happily as she walked along the path with her owner. Suddenly out of nowhere her Eevee broke into a sprint as she ran ahead leaving the girls in the dust.“Namine!” Emily yelled as her Eevee took off without her. “Namine, wait up! Ugh” She grunted as the two sprinted the rest of the way there in order to catch up with her. “What’s up with her?” she asked as Anna ran along side her obviously in much better shape than she was.“I don’t know!” Anna said as they finally caught up to her as she began scratching and whimpering at the door.“Namine! Don’t just run off like that! Namine?” Emily asked concerned as she watched her Eevee start pacing and leaking urine.“Don’t be too hard on her.” the girls heard from behind them. They turned to see an old lady watering some flowers on the side of the property. “Is it her first time here?”“Yeah” Emily answered. “One of the Nurse Joy’s said I should bring her by since she’s been under a lot of stress.”“She’s reacting to the pheromones in the air. Once spring time comes the males begin secreting them to attract females. She can probably smell every pokemon that’s been here this week.” she explained as she led them inside. Emily looked around and saw all the different kinds of Pokemon playing inside and out back. Namine began running in and out of the various rooms to see what kind of Pokemon were there. A Meowth ran passed batting a ball in between its paws while a Vulpix chased after it. A Nidoran and Nidorino were napping together in one corner while a Pikachu was playing with a Clefairy in the other. Outside in the pond a Staryu laid out on a rock sunbathing while a Maril splashed happily in the water nearby. The thing that immediately caught her attention was the Ditto in the corner that suddenly began shifting into various positions until it finally took the form of a Jolteon. “This here is Xerox.” The lady said introducing him to Emily as she patted his head. “A a a Jolteon!” Namine exclaimed as she ran up to him and began sniffing him. She was star struck the moment she laid eyes on him. “Are you going to tell her?” Anna asked Emily with a laugh. Emily shook her head as she watched the encounter between the two. Namine really couldn’t tell the difference and she didn’t want to spoil her fun. Nurse Patricia was right all along about the pheromones as Namine appeared to be heavily intoxicated by them as she swayed back and forth while whimpering. “Is that normal?” Emily asked the daycare worker as she began pulling out some forms for Emily to sign. “It can be overwhelming the first few times.” The daycare worker said clicking a few things on her computer. “Now what kind of package were you interested in? Are you here to level up or were you looking to breed?” “Just an overnight stay.” Emily said while watching Namine interacting with Xerox. “Since we don’t have any Pokemon staying here at the moment that are suitable matches for her type; we do offer different packages. Xerox here is our most popular option with a 95% success rate. There is also ‘Copy’ and ‘Paste’ right over there.” she said pointing to a Nidoran and Vulpix. “They are cheaper, but Pokemon aren’t always interested in them like Xerox. He’s fathered over 500 Pokemon in his lifetime here.”“Woah.” Emily said. “Guess Namine wasn’t joking about Ditto’s being Poke-whores.” Emily debated for a moment. She knew her Eevee didn’t want to mate with a Ditto, but looking at her now, she seemed completely infatuated by its mere presence. Sure, it was in the shape of a Jolteon, but it was for only one night. It’s not like she was tricking her into getting married or something. With a name like Xerox she had to have some inkling as to its true identity after all. “What do you say, Namine? Want to stay here with Xerox?” “Ok.” Her Eevee replied in a monotone voice not even looking towards her owner. “One night with Mr. Babymaker it is.” Emily said pulling out her wallet before paying and signing the necessary paperwork. “Alright, Namine, you’re all checked in.” Emily said as she knelt down beside her. “Ok.” Was all she got as a response. “Well, I guess I’m going to leave now.” she teased.“Ok.” “You’ll be here without me the ENTIRE night.”“Ok.” “The only way to break the trance is to call her back inside her pokeball and take her away from the property. Pheromones are powerful things.” The daycare lady said. “Don’t worry. She will be perfectly safe here.”“I know she will be.” Emily said feeling a little bit dejected. “C’mon, Em, let her have her night.” Anna said before whispering something in her ear that turned Emily’s face bright red. She gave her Eevee one last look before letting Anna guide her outside and back towards the Pokemon Center. “So…” Anna said as they began walking. “Can I have the baby?”“What?” Emily said a bit shocked. “I mean once it’s older and everything, please. I’ve always wanted an Eevee.” Anna said giving Emily puppy dog eyes.“Who said anything about there being a baby?”“What did you think 95% success rate meant?” Anna said laughing. “A 95% chance that they would mate?” “Did you or did you not see Namine? They’re GOING to mate, I thought she was going to start humping his leg right then and there.” Anna said. “Speaking of mating.” She said as she wrapped an arm around Emily’s shoulder and pulled her closer. “We are kind of on vacation now.”“You better get it out of your system tonight then because we can’t let my mom know.” Emily said.“You just got the crap kicked out of you by my dad, what in the world could you possibly be afraid of now?” Anna stated looking at her a little skeptically. “Please.” Emily begged. “I don’t want you to be sent to the neighbors or worse! What if she doesn’t let me join the internship?”“I think you’re overreacti-” Anna began, but was distracted by a certain redheads presence. “Misty! Hey, Misty!” She called out getting the gym leaders attention.“Oh hey, Anna how’s it-Emmy!? Is that you?” “Oh no.” Emily whimpered to Anna as Misty came over. “Hi.” Emily said quietly while blushing and looking away.“Hi?” Misty questioned while placing her hands on her hips and bending a little to the side to look Emily in the face. “It’s been, what, four years and all you have to say is “Hi”.” She demanded while mimicking Emily’s shy tone at the end. Emily laughed nervously as she grabbed her arm and fidgeted anxiously from foot to foot.“So, how do you two know each other?” Anna asked looking from each girl for answers causing Emily to inwardly groan. This was exactly the conversation she had been hoping to avoid.“I used to help take care of her when she was sick while her mom was working at the restaurant. Look at you now though!” Misty suddenly yelled making Emily jump.” You look like you’re doing so much better."“Y-Yeah.” Emily said.“What have you been doing? What brings you to Cerulean?” Misty asked.“I live here now at the Pokemon Center. I’ll be starting the internship soon. We were just dropping Namine off at the daycare center.”“What?!” Misty asked sounding shocked. “You got into the internship? I couldn’t even get in.” Misty said feeling both impressed and showed up.“Yeah, well, Anna helped. She was already in and-” Emily started but was quickly cut off.“Yeah, right.” Anna said rolling her eyes at Emily’s modesty. “She scored the highest in the history of the test. All I did was write her name down on the sign-up sheet.”“Way to go!” said Misty. “Amazing, just five years ago you were at the level of an infant; now look at you.” Emily looked down in embarrassment both at the praise and that slip of information. She was relieved when her transceiver began ringing as she looked to see an incoming call from her mom.“Sorry, I’ve got to take this.” Emily said glad for an excuse to slip away from the conversation.“So you know Emmy from the Pokemon Center?” Misty asked once the younger girl had left to a secluded area out of earshot.“ Uh, well, not exactly.” Anna said. “We met about three months ago in the Viridian Forest. She reminded me of someone I knew and I accidentally scared her with my Rattata.” “Oh, yeah, she doesn’t like those.” Misty said giggling. “Serves her right for slipping a Caterpie in my purse.”“She was sick so we needed to fly her into the Pokemon Center here, I ended up being her sitter and…” Anna said checking around. “We’ve been sort of, well, dating ever since.”“Wait, what!? Dating like...dating dating… like you’re girlfriend and…”“Girlfriend.” Anna said nodding as she waited for Misty’s reaction. The older red head seemed to think it over for a second before she broke into a large grin and started laughing.“I’m sorry,” She said as she wiped her eyes. “It’s just that I just ran into her brother the other day, we used to travel together. Pfft. His little sister got a girlfriend before he did!” She said cracking up all over again. Anna smiled politely before approaching the subject she really wanted to talk about.“So now that you know we’re together. Mind explaining something for me?” Anna asked dropping her voice after checking to make sure Emily was nowhere to be seen. “What did you mean five years ago she was at the level of an infant?”“Oh, well, I probably shouldn’t have said anything.” Misty said looking over her shoulder. “Waterstone.” Anna whispered as she watched Misty bite her lip and debate.“I don’t know.”“Waterstone and two hyper potions.” Anna said.“I wish I knew myself.” Misty said whispering. “Her mom said she had a stroke when she was eleven, but it was really suspicious. She forgot everything.”“What do you mean everything?”“I mean EVERYTHING everything. How to walk, how to talk, potty training. She was literally a baby and had to be re-raised for an entire year.” Misty explained as Anna’s face changed from curiosity to confusion.“She doesn’t look like she’s had a stroke.” Anna said.“I know, I’ve never heard of a stroke doing that before.” Misty said. “That’s why I don’t think that was it. I know this is going to sound crazy, but I think they wiped her memory.”“What?” Anna asked. “You can do that?”“It’s highly controversial and illegal, but yes. With the right kind of Pokemon move it is possible. “ Misty said. “I just don’t know WHY they did though.”“They?” Anna asked.“Professor Oak, Rachel Oak, the Dr. in Pallet town and Emily’s mom. She had a lot of health issues from the bite ,but it seemed like she was getting better. A few months later I got a call to come into town and watch her but when I got there…” Misty said taking a breath. “She was on the couch in just a diaper sucking on the Tv remote. I mean I know she was in diapers before, but never out in the open and it wasn’t because she was incontinent or anything. It was just easier on everyone to change her instead of carrying her but then all of a sudden she NEEDED them. All she could do was babble, she couldn’t walk or talk.” “What?”“Yeah. Her mom said she had a stroke during surgery and that she was mentally an infant. It gets weirder. She got better REALLY fast, like within a year she was perfectly fine and at her own age again. People who have THAT bad of a stroke don’t recover like that. Not to mention she didn’t need physical therapy or anything. It was like she just grew up like a normal baby would. She re-learned to talk, walk, read, feed herself, potty training everything all within a year.”“Is that why she’s really smart?” Anna asked. “She seems to absorb information like a sponge.”“Yeah, once she learned to read again she never put books down. Which was weird because the old Emily HATED reading. Honestly, it was like it wasn’t even Emily.”“I don’t understand though; she’s talked about her childhood from before that age.”“They’re not really her memories.” Misty explained. “She even thinks they are, but what she ‘remembers’ is really only what she’s been told. She’s been told so many things about herself I wonder if she even remembers, well, not remembering.”“You lost me there.” Anna said confused.“She remembers being little at a late stage, but I don’t think she realizes her past is completely blank. We’ve shown her photographs galore and told lots of stories so she might THINK she remembers her past, but there’s no way to be sure. Like her fear of Rattata for example, her mom literally pushed the fact that she’s terrified of them until she believed she really was afraid of them despite not remembering first hand what they did to her. We’ve told her what happened but whether or not she actually remembers it happening is a totally different story.”“That’s...interesting.” Anna said. “We’re leaving first thing in the morning for Pallet town actually. We’re staying at her moms for two weeks.”“Do me a favor. You can forget the waterstone and hyper potions if you dig around a bit. There’s only one Drs. Office in Pallet town, if you could somehow find away to get a hold of her medical file it might explain what really happened.” Misty said. “You just want me to get arrested don’t you.” Anna said.“If you don’t; you can forget about me ordering you any more ‘toys’.” Misty said with a smirk.“I-I don’t need those anymore!” Anna said blushing. “I have a girlfriend now.”“Uh-huh, then I take it you wouldn’t be interested in the latest model. It’s a...strap on.” Misty whispered in Anna’s ear. ”That is unless you want a vibrator showing up on daddy’s credit card bill.” Misty said showing her dark side. “Fine.” Anna grumbled as Misty returned to her happy innocent self. Anna sighed, she had been planning on digging for information as soon as Misty opened her mouth but she hadn’t planned on snooping through Emily’s complete medical history. This new information did intrigue her greatly though.“Nice doing business with you, Ms. Silph.” Misty said with a mischievous smile as she outstretched her hand.“Just like always.” Anna said shaking it. “So about that, uh, strap on….”“I’ll be taking those waterstones and hyper potions after all.”
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This is where things get interesting. Chapter 20!Come again!” The day care worker said pleasantly while Emily carried out the limp love sick Eevee underneath one arm and an egg in the other.
“Let me hold it!” Anna said smiling widely as she took the egg from Emily and held it up at eye level.
“It’s Namine’s.” Emily said in warning. “She has say into what happens.” She said as she set her Eevee down so she could call her back into her pokeball to break the pheromone induced trance. Emily wasn’t even sure she realized what had even happened during the night, but she knew she was in for quite a shock when Emily told her she was going to be a mom.
“I know I know.” Anna said waving the girl off as she examined the brown swirls on the egg. “What do you think it is? How funny would it be if it was a Ditto?”
“Not funny at all; Namine would kill me.” Emily said shivering at the thought as she attached the pokeball to her belt. “Pokemon take after the mom so it should be another Eevee...I hope.”
“What kind of wild Pokemon are in Pallet town? I need to train Arky a bit more, he needs the exercise.” Anna said as she produced a Pokeball that contained Nurse Joy’s Pidgeot. “So are we flying or do you want to take the long way through the forest?”
“Let’s take the long way, I’m not in a hurry to get there.” Emily said not to keen on the idea of flying so soon after breakfast. “Your Arcanine’s way too powerful for Pallet Town, we only have like level three Caterpies and Rattata.” She said with a shiver.
“You can always train Eevee on the way there through the forest.” Anna suggested. “We’re bound to run into wild pokemon on the way.”
“True. I’ve never really had Eevee fight before; she’s always been my companion, but I’ve never been to keen on her battling.”
“Have you ever asked her what she wants? Maybe you should let her try instead of being so overprotective.” Anna suggested as they made their way into the forests clearing as they walked along the gravel path. The two girls walked along for quite some time until Emily had to ask for a break.
“Ah, my feet.” Emily complained as she sat on a large boulder. “It feels like we’ve been walking forever!” she said as she pulled out a water bottle from her pack and quickly downed it.
“It does feel good to sit down.” Anna agreed leaning up against a nearby tree while taking sips of her own water bottle. “You were the one who wanted to walk though, remember?” she said teasing her travel companion. Anna frowned and rolled her eyes when she saw Emily squirming around on the boulder and looking around anxiously. “Em.” Anna said staring at her.
“What?” the girl asked innocently as she quickly sat still while internally kicking herself for drinking so much coffee with breakfast.
“You know what, or did you forget what happened last time we were in the forest?” Anna scolded causing Emily’s face to flush with heat from the memory.
“I-I don’t have to go that bad; I can wait un-” Emily began, but was met with a protective glare from her girlfriend who simply pointed her finger to a clump of bushes a short walk away. “Or I could just go now.” she said quietly as Anna nodded her head in approval as she watched her walk halfway there, freeze for a few seconds and then walk back.
“What is it?” Anna asked with her arms crossed determined that they would not continue with their journey until Emily took care of business, even if she had to force her.
“I-I don’t want to go there.” Emily admitted blushing while avoiding eye contact. Anna face palmed as she rolled her eyes.
“Look i’ve told you this before, there are no toilets in the forest and unless you want to end up back in the hospital you better get back there and squat in those bushes.”
“I know there’s no bathrooms.” Emily mumbled looking away. “I just don’t want to go in the bushes.” she mumbled clearly looking embarrassed. “There could be Ratatta in them.”
“That’s what this is about?” Anna asked as Emily nodded and scanned the area biting her lip anxiously before meeting Anna’s gaze that said she wasn’t getting out of this. “Are you really that scared of them?” Anna asked a bit more softly as Emily nodded her head.
“What if one comes out while I can’t get away?” She asked meaning mid-stream.
“If you’re that scared of Rattata, why did you want to come this way?”
“You’re with me.” Emily said shrugging.
“Did you... want me to come with you?” Anna asked after a moment of silence as a red faced Emily slowly nodded her head. “Nothing will hurt you I promise.” Anna said offering her hand to Emily as she led her towards the bushes. Once there Anna kicked at them and shook them showing her there was nothing there. “No Rattata.” she said leading her further in noticing Emily’s palm was beginning to sweat. “Just go here, we’re far enough away from the path.” Anna said dropping her hand about to leave to go take care of her own body’s needs until she felt Emily tug at her arm.
“Stay here.” she heard Emily mumble.
“Ok.”Anna said a bit surprised as she stood pressing her knees together.
Emily began tugging down her own panties with one hand while still holding on to Anna’s arm with the other. Once her panties were off she hiked up her skirt and squatted down but nothing happened. “Not again.” Emily mumbled as Anna shifted from foot to foot. “Stop moving; you’re making me nervous.”
“Sorry, I have to go too. Let me go and I’ll come right back.” Anna said as she tried to walk away, but Emily clutched at her arm even harder. “Em.” she said turning to look at her.
“Don’t leave.” she said with pleading eyes as she looked up at Anna from her spot as she hovered over the grass.
“But I-” Anna began until she saw an embarrassed looking Emily point to the ground next to her and understood what she wanted her to do. “ I guess it can’t be helped.” Anna said as she used her free hand to pull down her panties from underneath her skirt as she squatted down next to Emily who smiled gratefully and continued to clutch her hand. Having Anna next to her in the same situation was finally enough to loosen her body's unconscious hold as she sighed in relief once she felt her pee slowly start to trickle out onto the grass below. Anna quickly unclenched her muscles once she heard Emily’s sigh as a cue that all was well and soon both of them were peeing freely side by side.
“You wouldn’t have any toilet paper would you?” Emily asked as the two continued to awkwardly squat together once they had finished.
“Nope.” Anna said grabbing some three pointed leaves off a nearby plant and began wiping herself with them. Emily began to accept some of the leaves Anna offered but froze in shock and quickly dropped them as Anna stood pulling on her underwear.
“Please tell me you did not just use those.” Emily said staring at the pile of leaves on the ground and back up to Anna as she decided to forgo the cleaning process and get dressed.
“Yeah why?” Anna asked puzzled.
“That’s poison oak!” Emily yelled at her. “Haven’t you ever heard of ‘Leaves of Three Let Them Be?’”
“Please tell me you’re joking.” Anna begged as Emily grimaced and shook her head.
“We should probably get into town sooner rather than later. I touched it too, but not... there…” Emily said not even wanting to imagine what lay in store for Anna later. “Can your Pidgeot fly us the rest of the way there?”
“No.” Anna said looking around in a panic. “There’s too many trees! We’ll have to get out of the forest first. Which way is faster? Should we go back the way we came or keep going?”
“Mom said she kept my plants alive so I have something to cure it at home. We’re half way no matter which direction we go.” Emily said.
“Let’s keep going then.” Anna said with a pained expression on her face. “I’d rather not have my aunt find out about this.” she said as she pulled out a pokeball from her belt and released her Arcanine. “Mind if we ride you the rest of the way? It’s kind of an emergency.” Arky let out a loud bark as he knelt down and let the two girls climb aboard and in what felt like only an hour later Arcanine had charged out of the forests clearing with Emily holding on for dear life. “Thanks buddy.” Anna said giving him a pat on the head before calling him back and swapping him out for the Pidgeot.
“How do you feel so far?” Emily asked as she saw the way Anna was walking.
“Trying not to think about it.” Anna replied as she tried her hardest to keep from rubbing it. Emily looked at her worried. If it was truly already affecting her this early she was in for a rough couple of days. Emily hoped it was just Anna imagining it as she began scratching her hand and face without realizing it. After another one hour trip on the giant bird the two descended as Anna returned it to it’s pokeball and walked up to the front door of the little house on the far right.
“It will be okay.” Anna said through gritted teeth and misty eyes trying to sound reassuring as she turned to look at Emily. “I’m sure these two weeks will be fi-” She started to say until she got a look at side of Emily’s swollen face.
“What?” Emily asked feeling her red puffy cheeks. “Oh no. If I’m like this, you must be dying.” Emily said with a face of sympathy, at least she thought she was showing sympathy through her swollen cheeks. Anna nodded practically in tears as each step towards the door was pure agonizing torture as she felt all of the swelling and rubbing pressing against her underwear. Emily grimaced for her and knocked on the door to her house as they stood awkwardly outside and waited. Soon a smiling woman with long brown hair opened the door to welcome them, but frowned once she took one look at her daughter's face and sighed.
“Emily Ketchum, what in the world happened to your face?” she demanded with hands on hips before standing aside to let the two in.
“Poison Oak.” she answered setting her backpack down and making her way over to the bathroom mirror to see how bad it was after just a few short hours. “Mom! We’ve got a problem.” she yelled from the back of the house until she saw a tall black haired woman come over.
“Good to see you again, Emmy.” She said with a smile as Emily charged her with a hug. “Four months and not a single phone call!” She tsked.
“Rachel!” she said happily as the woman wrapped her in her arms and squeezed her.
“What in the world have you been rolling in?” Rachel said examining the girls swollen face before sighing. “Good thing your mom kept your plants alive.”
“We have a bigger problem than me.” Emily said bringing Rachel over to Anna who was doing everything in her power to keep from crying out in pain.
“You too?” Rachel asked seeing the pained expression on the taller brown haired girl. Anna just nodded her head and kept gritting her teeth as her lower regions burned in pain. “Where? I don’t see it.” Emily whispered something in Rachel’s ear as Rachel grimaced. “Ohh, you poor thing.” she said taking Anna by the hand and leading her into Emily’s room as Emily followed behind until Rachel suddenly shoed her out and closed the door on her.
“Alright, dear, I’ll try to make this as painless as possible.” She said going into the closet and spreading out a blanket to cover the bed. “Strip and lie down.” Rachel said slipping on a pair of latex gloves.
“Umm,” Anna said awkwardly having suddenly found herself in such an odd position.
“It’s okay, I’m a nurse at the clinic here in town. I just want to see how bad it is, may I do that?” Rachel asked trying to calm the 20 year old girl down. Anna nodded a little more relieved that she knew who this strange lady was who suddenly ordered her to take off her clothes.
“Everything?” Anna asked as Rachel nodded her head as Anna began unbuttoning her blouse as she heard Emily and the other lady talking outside the room. She tried to bend in order to take off the rest but found she couldn’t.
“It’s okay.” Rachel said holding her shoulders and helping her onto the bed. “Just lay back; I’ll get it. Your clothes need to be washed as soon as possible anyway.” Rachel said as she removed Anna’s skirt and panties making Anna wince in pain from the cold air. “Oh!” she said noticing the swelling right away.
“It burns.” Anna moaned.
“Hmm. You’ll need to see the Dr.” Rachel said barely touching the inside of the girls thigh before she winced in pain. “I’m going to have Emmy make some poison cream for the both of you. She’s good with berries.”
“Heh, I noticed.” Anna said as she turned her head suddenly noticing an entire section of the room dedicated to dozens of various berry shrubs and flowers.
“She likes plants.” Rachel explained. “If you’re going to have some kind of poisoning you’ve actually come to the right place.”
“Can I come in?” Emily shouted from the other side of the door. “It is my room.”
“Give your friend some privacy, I’m examining her right now. “ Rachel yelled back as she opened up what appeared to be a giant first aid kit.
“Only I get to, umm, never mind.” Emily said realizing what she was about to say as Anna covered her mouth to keep from laughing as Rachel looked confused before turning back to the girl on the bed.
“No no no! Don’t touch!” Rachel said pulling out a pair of mittens and putting them on Anna’s hands. “It’s on your hands too, if you touch yourself you’ll only spread it.” She explained going back to the first aid kit. “Here’s what I can do right now.” she said holding up a white tube of cream. “If you're okay with it, I can rub this into your skin and it will help with the burning.” she said. “Once Emily’s done with the poison cream I can rub that on too. If you’re not comfortable with that option I can take you to the clinic tomorrow and wait for an appt, but like I said, I’m the nurse there and it will still be me rubbing it in.” Rachel explained. “The only difference will be $150 and a change of scenery.”
“Go ahead,” Anna whispered as her face flushed red. “Please.”
“Good choice.” Rachel said as she began grabbing a few wet wipes. “Alright, hun, I need you to open up your legs as much as you can.” Anna closed her eyes while inwardly groaning in embarrassment before doing what the nice lady said as she slowly spread her legs out giving Rachel a good look at everything. “I wish there was something I could do about that swelling though.” she said looking between the girls legs. “I’m sorry, this is going to sting, but I need to clean the area.” Rachel explained as she gently began wiping the the girls privates clean along with the insides of her legs and butt as Anna moaned and thrashed in pain. “I’m sorry I had to do that.” she apologized before tossing the wipes in the trash. “This hopefully won’t feel so bad.” Rachel said as she squirted the rash cream in her latex covered hands and began rubbing them together before applying it to the insides of Anna’s legs and privates.”
Emily stood on the opposite end of the door listening to Anna’s yells and cries of anguish until she couldn’t take it anymore. Ignoring Rachel’s protests from earlier, she barged in closing the door behind her and made her way over to Anna’s side.
“I thought I told you to wait outside!” Rachel barked holding up one of Anna’s legs in the air as she rubbed lotion on her inner thigh and butt cheek. “Get out! How’d you like it if you were in this position?”
“She can stay.” Anna moaned through clenched teeth while she continued whimpering in pain with every area Rachel touched. “Nothing she hasn’t, ugh, seen before.”
“It wasn’t so, uh, swollen before.” Emily said grimacing as she stole a quick glance.
“Don’t stare.” Rachel said hitting her upside the head.
“It’s kinda funny since I was doing something similar to her when we first met.” Anna said biting down. “I was a ugh, intern, and she was a patient at the hospital.”
“You’re a nursing student?” Rachel asked as her eyes lit up. “Wait, Emmy, when were you in the hospital?” she said turning her attention to the girl trying to slink away.
“It was a while ago; it was nothing.” Emily said quietly looking away.
“You.” Rachel said turning her head back to the naked girl on the bed. “What was she in for?”
“I, um, don’t remember.” Anna said panicking at being put on the spot and not wanting to to get Emily in trouble.
“That’s too bad. Here I am rubbing lotion on some strangers butt free of charge on my day off…”
“Kidney infection! They gave her a diuretic and had me diaper her for two days!” Anna blurted out.
“Good girl.” Rachel said patting Anna’s leg as Emily grumbled something that sounded like traitor. “Alright, you’re all lotioned up. Just take it easy and hang out on the bed while Emily fixes up some cream. I’ll come back and apply it once she’s done.” Rachel said as she pulled out a light blue sheet from the closet and spread it over Anna to cover her up.
“Thank you.” Anna muttered blushing. “I am really sorry about this.”
“I’m sorry we had to meet this way.” Rachel said packing up her first aid kit and tossing her gloves. “My name is Rachel Oak by the way.”
“You’re not Emily’s mom? You look so much alike.” Anna commented looking at the two of them standing side by side.
“My mom’s in the living room with my little attention whore.” Emily said as she opened the door.
“I heard that!” Namine shouted through her bark.
“Rachel’s like my second mom.” Emily explained resting her head on Rachel's shoulder. “Oh, right, this is Anna. She’s my, um.”
“Room mate.” Anna said helping her out. “We kept in touch once she was released from the hospital so my aunt, nurse Joy, assigned her to my room once she got accepted into the nursing program at the pokemon center.
“I’m impressed. You changed her diapers AND you were willing to be seen with her in public afterwards?” Rachel teased. “Have we met before; you look awfully familiar.” Anna shrugged her shoulders and looked away. “Well anyway, I need to ask you a few personal questions to start a medical chart for you, so if at anytime you feel uncomfortable please don’t hesitate to ask this one to leave.” she said playfully poking Emily in the side with her pen while she was bent over collecting various berries and leaves in a bowl.
“It’s fine. I doubt you could embarrass me anymore than I’ve already embarrassed her.” Anna said as she watched Rachel pull out a clipboard and some forms. “I’m sure she’s enjoying this.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“Have you been using my room as your office?” Emily asked as she looked around at all the medical equipment noticing it looked more like a Dr.s Office than her bedroom.
“Yes. “ Rachel said pulling up a chair by the bed while ignoring Emily’s complaints. “Can I get your full name, dear?” She asked as she readied her pen to write down the girls response. Anna bit her lip anxiously as she mumbled it. “What was that?”
“Annabella...Silph” she added as Rachel motioned with her palm to continue.
“Ann-a-bell-a Sil-” Rachel repeated as she wrote it down until the color slowly drained from her face as she looked up carefully eying the girl in bed. “Did... you say ‘Silph’?” Rachel asked as her movement suddenly became nervous. “As in…”
“Yes.” Anna said with a sigh. “Silph as in Silph Co.” she mumbled as she heard a sudden sharp exhale as she looked up to see Rachel as white as a ghost. “A-a-and h-ow” she stuttered before pulling herself together. “How do you know Emily?”
“I met her about four months ago in the forest. I took her back to the Cerulean pokemon center with me because she was running a fever. I ended up being assigned as her sitter and we’ve been close friends ever since.” Anna explained noticing the sudden change in the woman’s demeanor.
“And you’ve never met her before then?” Rachel asked trying to appear calm.
“I thought I did at first, but, I guess I mistook her for someone else.” Anna said shrugging before she winced at trying to move her legs. Rachel suddenly snapped out of her strange mood once she saw the look of pain and discomfort on the girl’s face.
“Try not to move, dear, I know it itches.” Rachel said suddenly coming back to her senses. “Sorry about that, I-I don’t know what got over me. Anyway, do you have an emergency contact? A parent?”
“My aunt I guess. Nurse Joy of Cerulean City.”
“And does Nurse Joy have a name?”
“Helen Darent.” Anna said as Rachel’s eyes went wide as a large grin spread across her face.
“Helen Darent is your aunt? I went to school with her almost 18 years ago. We were roommates too! Wow, so she made it… Anyway, right, your chart let’s see. How old are you?”
“20.”
“Any possibilities of this being an STD?” Rachel asked looking up to see the uncomfortable expression on Anna’s face. “I did warn you these were going to be personal.”
“Heh, not a problem, no not an STD,” Anna said glancing at Emily’s mouth trying not to laugh as the Poison Oak rash had spread mimicking herpes.
“Any chance you might be pregnant?”
“Nope.”
“Surgeries?”
“Five years ago I had surgery on my leg from a compound fracture from a... car accident.” Anna said softly as Rachel inhaled sharply again.
“Well, that’s all I need to know. I’ll submit this to the clinic first thing in the morning.” Rachel said as she stood up. “Let me know when you’re done with that, Emily, and I’ll come back and apply it to the both of you.” She said before giving Anna one last nervous glance before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. The girls exchanged glances before Emily went back to mashing the ingredients together in a bowl.
“What’s with all the plants in here?” Anna asked after they sat quietly for a few minutes.
“I liked collecting berries, I find their healing properties fascinating so I studied them and came up with various remedies for different illnesses. This is for plant rash poisoning and animal bites; it also works as a non-burning disinfectant.” Emily explained crushing the ingredients together using a mortar and pestle. Anna just blinked in response as she wondered why this even still surprises her anymore. “I need another bowl.” Emily mumbled as she got up and began rummaging in the closet. Emily let out a yell of surprise when a shelf collapsed on her knocking down several boxes and scattering them across the room.
“You okay?” Anna asked.
“Yeah” Emily mumbled as she swore underneath her breath and chased after the boxes stacking them back in the closet. “Ugh.”
“You missed one.” Anna said pointing to one by the bed as Emily picked it up and moaned as pictures began falling out. Kneeling down Emily began scooping them up and putting them back in the box. “Are those pictures of you?” Anna asked as Emily nodded. “Can I see them, please?”
“Sure.” Emily said handing her the shoebox as she went back to what she was doing occasionally looking up whenever Anna made out an “Aww.”
Anna giddily went through picture after picture until she came upon a small book hiding underneath all the photo’s. Looking up to make sure Emily was distracted she pulled it out and opened it revealing it be a diary. Jackpot Anna thought as she opened the first page and began reading occasionally smiling at all of Emily’s blunders she had recorded in it’s pages. “Just as easily embarrassed and fun to pick on back then too.” she laughed until she got to the parts about bottle feeding. “Now we’re getting to the good stuff.” Soon the pages contents began growing darker and harder to read as the authors health had begun to decline until soon Anna couldn’t make heads or tails of it. “How weird” she mumbled getting Emily’s attention.
“What’s up?” She asked.
“Just reading your old diary.” Anna said with a smirk knowing she was in for trouble as she saw Emily’s face scrunch in confusion. “I never kept a diary.” Emily said coming over to examine it. “That’s weird. I don’t remember writing any of this. I must have been really little, it’s all scribbles.” she said handing it back after looking at a few pages in the middle. “Well I’m going to go tell Rachel the creams ready.” Emily said getting up to leave. Anna picked the diary back up as she flipped through page after page of scribbles over lapping each other until she got to the back and a few things were taped inside. Anna carefully undid them pulling it out to examine the contents. The first thing was an old photograph of a smiling black haired woman who laid exhausted in a hospital bed holding two babies.
Is that Rachel? She wondered as she stared at the photo before flipping it over to the back as it read “Emily and Amy.” Wait, Didn’t she just say she WASN’T Emily’s mom? No… it was Emily that had said she wasn’t her mom, but if one of the babies was Emily who was Amy? This wasn’t making sense! Why would Emily lie about who her birth mom was? According to this picture, and the similarities between the two, clearly Rachel was Emily’s biological mother...unless Emily didn’t know. Also according to this picture, Emily had a twin sister, Amy. She had never mentioned she had a sister before. Was it possible this was the big secret? Had she stumbled upon it so fast? If Emily had health problems, what if Amy had as well? Emily said she hadn’t kept a diary, but here was one detailing the life of a sick 10 year old girl...What if...Amy didn’t make it. Whoever wrote this diary was clearly becoming more and more impaired as time went on. Was this Amy’s diary Anna wondered as she set the picture down before turning her attention to the folded up piece of paper.
Anna carefully un-taped it revealing it to be Emily’s Birth Certificate along with a similar official looking paper. She noticed right away on the birth certificate that it indeed did not say “Emily Ketchum” but “Emily Oak.” The next piece of paper began to fill in some of the pieces as it detailed Emily’s adoption by Delia Ketchum as her last name was legally changed from “Oak” to “Ketchum”. “Who or where is that other baby!” she muttered getting frustrated as she turned to the last page as her hands began to tremble and sweat as she read it’s contents. “I-I don’t understand!” Anna whispered as chills ran up her back as she read the last paper:
Emily Ketchum 1999-2011 COD: Poisoning |
Emily Ketchum
1999-2011
COD: Poisoning
This was...Emily’s...death certificate?! Anna was shocked. Just what was going on? If Emily was dead...Who was this girl? With trembling hands Anna turned the page of the mysterious diary to find several pages filled with anothers writing not belonging to the original author.
“We were so filled with grief at the time, it seemed like a good idea. She had been getting better! It made no sense! How could this have happened? She had been complaining of sharp pains in her leg, but we paid it no mind. We just kept telling her to exercise through the pain. It would get better; she would get better. Finally after showing no real progress with her walking after a month we took her back to the Dr and he took X-rays. We couldn’t believe what we were seeing. There was an entire Raticate fang in her leg and we had been making her walk with it embedded inside of her! He said it would be a simple surgery, not even a surgery a...procedure. He’d just pull it out and we’d be on a straight path to recovery. How could he not have known that it was like removing a Beedrill sting? You don’t squeeze and pull...but he did. He squeezed it with pliers and when he pulled it out...so much poison had come out...all into her. Emily...she immediately began seizing on the table and then...she stopped. Just like that...Emily...my precious Emily...was gone. It was the third hardest day of my life.
The first was watching my two baby girls getting separated. I wanted Delia to take them both, but it was impossible. She already had Ash to look after so she took Emily, and Amy went to my room mates older sister. I had planned on returning to school after giving birth, but after taking one look at Emily I knew I could never leave her. I wanted to keep her; I wanted to keep them both as soon as I saw them but I couldn’t. I was only 17...there was no father in the picture. How could I raise two babies by myself? I didn’t have what it takes to be a mother. It broke my heart watching Delia leave with little Emily, but I knew it was for the best. The first time I heard Emily call Delia “mommy” crushed me. I was so overcome with jealousy I had to leave. I stopped coming around as often as I watched Emily grow up from the side lines. Things got better when I had my son four years later, but there was still that hole in my heart that ached with “What ifs?” What if I had kept her? Did I really have to give both of them away? Why hadn’t I just kept Emily and given Amy to Delia? Would the same thing have happened even if I had Emily? Would my heart have longed for Amy as well? No, I know that never would have worked. The one that went to Delia would always wonder why she wasn’t wanted. Which was exactly why we agreed to not tell Emily. It was best if she grew up believing she was Delia’s child. As much as it hurt me to listen to her call some other woman “mom” I knew it was for the best; but even knowing didn’t stop the pain.
Suddenly out of the blue Delia called me wanting to come over and bring...baby supplies? I’ve always been a bit of a hoarder so she knew I must have some of Tommy’s old things stored in a box somewhere, which I did. I put a bag together with sippy cups, bottles, pacifiers and a changing mat, grabbed Tommy away from his video games and headed over. I was shocked by what I saw. The poor thing looked horrible. Dark circles under her eyes, thin as a rail and the poor girl was even back in diapers. Well, that explained the changing pad. I handed over the bag of supplies as Delia pulled out a bottle and filled it with water before handing it over to her. Why a bottle I had wondered, until I saw the girls arms shake something horrible as she tried to raise it to her mouth only to end up dropping it. The girl looked so pitiful and frail I just wanted to hold her in my arms and bottle feed her myself. I asked Delia about the pacifier and she explained Emily cried just like a newborn whenever she used her diapers and that she needed something else to focus on during the process. I couldn’t blame her though, it didn’t sound pleasant but taking one look at Emily; I could see how getting her to and from the bathroom in time would be out of the question.
Emily told me about the noises in the walls as I smiled and nodded politely worried for her mental health. Delia told me about the bites on her, but I’d never heard of that causing something like this. Suddenly a quiet moan escaped her mouth as she curled into a ball from under her blanket. I watched her and began growing concerned, but Delia just sighed and told her to stop holding it. She complained she did not want to do it in front of everyone and that’s when I realized what was happening, or was about to happen anyway. I gave her a sympathetic smile and excused myself to the kitchen to go check on Tommy only to see him standing in awe as the kitchen was being overrun by little purple mice. Tommy made a motion to return to the living room, but I grabbed him by the collar and shook my head as Emily’s cries grew louder until all was quiet and Delia said we could come back.
To say Delia looked shocked would be the understatement of the century as her face paled at what Tommy had unleashed inside her kitchen. She did ask him to flush it out after all; but I think she had only been expecting one. Suddenly we began hearing a strange noise coming from the walls themselves as Emily exclaimed that’s what she had been talking about. This couldn’t be good I thought as I took a seat back on the sofa as we all sat quietly in the living room listening to what I could only imagine was a tiny army of marching feet. We all jumped about a foot in the air when the phone rang and the town Dr. only confirmed my suspicions about the house's occupants. Suddenly out of nowhere, the power went out throwing the whole room into a frenzy. There on the chair in front of Emily, was a huge Raticate that hissed and bared it’s teeth at her. I was about to lunge forward but Delia surprised me and charged wielding a stellato as she smacked that rat into oblivion. I reminded myself not to make that woman mad as we quickly collected what we needed too as I ushered them out the door to my house…”
So many questions filled Anna’s head. Emily couldn’t have died...she was right outside the bedroom door and...Oh crap Anna thought as she hid the diary under her pillow. She’d have to read the rest later. Something told her this family wouldn’t be thrilled if they caught her snooping.
“Alright you two.” Rachel said entering the room with Emily in tow before closing it behind her. “Who wants to go first? I think you’ll be easier.” She said motioning for Emily to sit at the desk as she pulled on another pair of gloves. “Show me everywhere you’ve got it.”
“My left hand and around my mouth and face.” Emily said closing her eyes as Rachel began spreading the purple colored goop along the irritated areas. After coating her palm and in between the girls fingers she instructed Emily to wear a latex glove to keep the ointment on and prevent the rash from spreading.
“How about you go hang out with your mom for a bit? I know she’s really missed you.” Rachel said giving her a playful shove towards the door. “You can come hang out with your friend later.” Emily gave Anna a pleading look asking for her to make a case for her, but Anna just shrugged.
“I’ll be fine alone for five minutes.” Anna said with a grin as Emily sighed in defeat as she realized she wasn’t needed anymore sending her one last look and walking out the door.
“I’m going to take the sheet off now.” Rachel said once Emily was gone as she pulled it away exposing the naked girl again. “Start listing everywhere you’ve got it; don’t spare the details.”
“Right hand, and everywhere down there.” Anna said with a sigh. “I used it as toilet paper.”
“Mmm.” Rachel said trying to hide her laughter. “I’m sorry, you’re probably in a lot of pain. Do you need the bathroom before I put this on? Once I put it on i’m going to wrap it up in something that will hold the ointment in place on your skin and it needs to stay on for several hours. I’d prefer you try and go now so I don’t have to reapply this again later.” Rachel said as she began digging for something in the closet.
“Oh, umm, okay.” Anna said as she tried to lift herself off the bed and groaned.
“Woah, woah, where do you think you’re going?” Rachel said gently pushing her back down on the bed once she saw her trying to get up.
“The bathroom.” Anna groaned with her eyes clenched shut from the pain.
“I’ve got your bathroom right here.” Rachel said holding up something in a black pouch. “Unless you need to do more than pee.”
“No, just need to pee.” Anna admitted with a blush as she eyed the black pouch suspiciously.
“I’m not going to lie; it’s going to sting when you go.” Rachel said as she unzipped the pouch and pulled Emily’s old urinal out. “So go as quickly as possible, i’ll clean you, and then begin applying the ointment which should relieve the burn right away. Open your legs again and i’ll slide this against you.” Rachel said as Anna’s face changed from red to slightly purple as she slowly did as she was told thankful the woman had shoved Emily out.
“Mrmmgh.” Anna moaned once it came in contact with her skin. She let a few drops out once Rachel said it was ok to go, but stopped immediately from the pain. “Ahh!! I can’t do this; it hurts!”
“Well this will teach you not to forget toilet paper next time.” Rachel said. “You haven’t even gone at all; I need you to go more. Just try and let it out all at once; it’s only going to hurt worse if you keep starting and stopping.”
“Argh.” Anna moaned in pain as she tried relaxing once again.
“Just give it a push.” Rachel suggested as she held the girls thrashing legs down after Anna nodded and strained as she began to fill the bottle Rachel held between her legs as Anna yelled obviously in too much pain to be embarrassed. “That a girl; good job.” Rachel praised once Anna had finished. Rachel quickly replaced the bottle with a wet wipe as she cleaned off any excess urine off of the girls skin before she began applying the ointment.
Anna breathed a sigh of relief when the goop made contact with her skin instantly relieving the stinging and burning relieving herself had caused. “What is that stuff?” Anna mumbled as she spread her legs wider to allow Rachel access everywhere.
“It’s one of Emily’s homemade recipes. Pretty handy stuff, huh?” Rachel said beaming with pride.
“Feels so good.” Anna mumbled until she felt a finger insert itself inside of her as she let out an eep.
“Sorry, have to spread it everywhere.” Rachel said. “Since it burned so much with peeing it means you got it inside of you as well.” she explained as she twisted her goop covered finger around inside the entrance of Anna’s hole who was just glad the burning was subsiding. Suddenly a new powerful sensation took hold of Anna as she let out an unintentional moan. Rachel quickly removed her finger as she saw the effect it was having on Anna and worked at her inner thighs instead. Anna suddenly tried to grab herself but was thwarted by Rachel.
“What is that stuff?!” she moaned crossing and uncrossing her legs. “What’s it doing?”
“Why what’s wrong?” Rachel asked puzzled until she noticed what was going on between the girls legs.
“It-it tingles and it’s-it’s Ahh! It’s too much!” Anna moaned as Rachel blushed and stared wide eyed at the reactions it was causing to the young girls genitals that had begun to contract.
“I’ve never...seen this kind of reaction before.” Rachel muttered. “I’ve also never had to put it on anyones genitals either. Are you sexually active?”
“Yes.” Anna mumbled.
“Is this...making you...excited?” Rachel asked medically curious as Anna nodded grimacing. “That’s really interesting. I wonder if the same thing would happen if it was applied onto someone who wasn’t. Maybe if I had Emily…”
“This is torture!” Anna moaned while she tried to close her legs again, but Rachel held them open.
“Hmm…” Rachel said. “Just try and bear it, hopefully it will stop soon; it’s just going to start burning again if I wipe it off. Once I finish applying the ointment, I’ll wrap everything up. It will be cold so hopefully it will calm you down.” Rachel explained while the girl on the bed fought against Rachel and panted as her face flushed with different colors. “Just try and think of something else.” Rachel said as she went back to coating the girls inner thighs and bottom.
“Emily!” Rachel yelled when she was done. “I put something in the freezer for Anna! Would you bring it here please? My hands are gooey!”
“Yeah, sure!” They heard until a few moments later Emily opened the door and stuck her arm in handing Rachel a frozen...diaper?! “Alright, sweetie, this should help with the swelling and calm you down.” She explained as she unfolded it and slid it under Anna, whose eyes nearly popped out from the sudden cold. “You’re all set.” Rachel said after taping the garment around her waist and throwing away her gloves. “I know it’s a diaper, but don’t use it!” Rachel stressed. “You are going to be hurtin’ if you do.”
“Mmm.” Anna moaned as she shifted her weight around trying to focus on the coldness under her butt and in her crotch to relieve her desire for sex. “Thank you, Rachel…. for doing this.” She managed to say while the black haired woman covered her back up with a sheet.
“Don’t worry, once you’re feeling better, Delia will probably put you two to work in the restaurant.” Rachel said eliciting a groan from Emily.
“Don’t remember waiting tables being a part of nursing.” Emily complained under her breath.
“Fine, you want to play nurse? Start telling me what you did differently in this ointment.” Rachel said.
“What makes you think I did anything different?” Emily said crossing her arms. “Fine, I had an idea that if blood flow was increased to the affected areas then the healing time would be reduced.” Emily said as Rachel sighed and shook her head.
“That’s all good and well, but don’t you remember where Anna had to have it applied?” Rachel asked.
“Yeah, so?” Emily said looking puzzled as she stared at the pained expression on Anna’s face who continued to whimper and shuffle about.
“And do you know what happens when blood flow is increased to sexual organs?” Rachel asked sighing again when Emily shook her head. “Sit down; it’s time to talk.”
“About what?” Emily asked nervously as she took a seat on the edge of the bed next to Anna.
“Sex.” Rachel said rolling her eyes as the two girls on the bed simultaneously blushed. “Look.” She said after a sigh. “How do your lips feel after I rubbed that stuff on?” Rachel asked ignoring Anna’s question of “mine or hers?”
“They’re all tingly; It feels nice.” Emily said.
“Uh-huh, alright, now imagine that feeling down below.” Rachel said as Emily’s eyes suddenly went wide in understanding. “You just made an aphrodisiac, and judging from the amount of discomfort your friends in, a powerful one at that.”
“Sorry, Anna, I had no idea that would happen.” Emily said grimacing at the look of discomfort on her friends face.
“I’m going to kill you when I can move again.” Anna said rolling over onto her side so that her back was to Emily.
“Try and get some rest, dear.” Rachel said patting Anna’s head and removing the girls glasses before setting them on the nightstand next to her. “I don’t think I’ll need to remind you of the consequences and pain you would feel later if you try to touch yourself.” Rachel whispered into her ear knowingly causing Anna’s face to glow bright red. “Just try and put up with it.” She said dragging Emily out the door with her before closing it leaving Anna alone in the room. Once their footsteps could no longer be heard, Anna immediately grabbed her glasses off the table and broke out the diary again to continue reading.
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“So tell me about your travels.” Mrs. Ketchum said from her spot on the couch with Namine in her lap purring away while Mrs. Ketchum lightly stroked her fur.
“I didn’t get very far.” Emily admitted with a grin. “Never got past the forest.”
“Did you get lost again?” Mrs. Ketchum sighed shaking her head while Emily shrugged. “So what happened to your friend? I didn’t even get to say hi.”
“She should be taking a nap.” Rachel said joining the others on the couch. “Poor thing tried to use poison oak as toilet paper.”
“Ooh.” Delia said grimacing. “What was her name, Emmy? You need to properly introduce me when she’s feeling better.”
“Yeah, I will.” Emily said taking a bite out of a sandwich. “Her name’s Anna.”
“Anna,” Mrs. Ketchum said thinking out loud. “Have I met her somewhere before? She looks familiar.”
“About that.” Rachel said clearing her throat. “Can I talk to you in private, Delia?”
Emily sat back as she watched the two women silently head to the back of the house as her moms bedroom door was opened and then closed. What was that about? Emily wondered as she went back to chowing down on her sandwich. She was about to ask Namine how her stay at the daycare was but was distracted by yelling coming from her moms room.
“She can’t stay here!” Mrs. Ketchum shouted while Rachel tried to shush her. “She can’t take my baby!”
“Delia, Emmy’s almost an adult now.” Rachel hissed. “She’s free to come and go as she pleases now; no one’s taking her. Look, I questioned her ok, she doesn’t recognize her anymore. Besides, where’s she going to go covered in poison oak?”
“Do you have any idea what her father could do if he found out!” Delia hissed back. “What if she figures it out?”
“From what? How could she possibly find out?” Rachel said calmly. “Izzy is dead, remember? It’s not like she’s going to suddenly come back and tell her what we did.”
“What about your grandfather, or the Dr.?”
“They are in just as much at risk as we are. They won’t tell.” Rachel said trying to comfort the woman.
“RACHEL!!!” Everyone heard yell from Emily’s room.
“I told her not to touch herself.” Rachel said with a sigh. “I’ll be right back, I need to go re-apply some ointment on our guests butt.” She groaned leaving and entering the girls room with Emily in tow. “Let me guess…” Rachel said smirking until she saw the glare on the brunette's face.
“You... took her... from me!” Anna screamed at the top of her lungs as her body shook with deep sobs. Rachel looked at her puzzled for a moment until she saw what she was holding in her hand.
“Anna, what’s wrong?” Emily asked concerned. She had never seen a look of such...hatred on her face before.
“Emmy, go visit the professor.” Rachel said blocking her from Anna before she found out anymore. “I need to have a chat with your friend.”
“But, Anna’s-”
“I SAID LEAVE!” Rachel screamed at the now startled girl who silently took off down the hall and out the front door. Rachel stood awkwardly in the doorway watching the girl as tears of anger slid down Anna’s face.
“Is-is that...Izzy?” Anna managed to choke out. “Tell me this is all a lie!” She screamed holding up the diary. Rachel sighed before closing the door behind her and barely avoiding the diary that was chucked at her head.
“Anna, try and calm down; I can explain.” Rachel said motioning with her hands half-way up and extended out. “How much do you know?”
“I know that your daughter died so you stole my sister.” Anna said gritting her teeth and glaring up at the woman.
“Anna, both Emily and Amy are my daughters.”
“Her name ...is Izzy!” Anna yelled bending over the bed and picking up her clothes.
“Anna...there were complicated circumstances involved.”
“Why?” Anna yelled as tears streamed down her face. “Why doesn’t she remember me?”
“Izzy is gone, Anna. She’s not coming back.” Rachel said sitting next to the girl on the bed.
“But...but I don’t understand. It-it said all you did was switch the bodies.”
“No, Anna.” Rachel said with a sigh. “We did something much worse than that. We regressed her to an infant and re-raised her as Emily.”
“But what I saw that night! I’ve never been able to shake the images of Izzy being impaled by a tree. Why are their no scars on her stomach? How did she end up with scars on her legs then?”
“We found faint traces of a hallucinogen in her system that night. I think you were all drugged. As for the scars, we faked them.” Rachel admitted. “We thought you were dead, Anna. We did what we thought was best for Izzy. From what I heard, isn’t it best she grew up with us away from your father?”
“Why-why didn’t you take me too!?” Anna sobbed collapsing back on the bed in a heap unleashing every emotion she had been bottling since the accident. “I lost everything! My mom, my dad, my sister! He just left me! He never even visited when I was recovering in the hospital!” She cried into her pillow leaving a trail of snot and tears into the fabric as Rachel silently rubbed the girls back and allowed her to vent. “Now I don’t know what to do!”
“What do you mean, sweetie? I know it’s not the same, but aren’t you two close? Wouldn’t you just feel closer to her knowing she’s your sister you’ve missed so much?” Rachel asked as Anna cried even harder.
“That’s why I don’t know what to do! I love her!” Anna choked out.
“I’m confused; isn’t that a good thing?” Rachel asked as she laid sideways wrapping her arms around the sobbing girl and bringing her closer as she gently stroked her hair.
“No! I’m IN love with her! She’s my girlfriend.” Anna choked out. “Now I find out she’s my sister!”
“Oh.” Rachel said as she stopped petting the girl’s hair and stared at her. “So that’s how she got poison oak in her mouth and fingers.”
“Why did you regress Izzy?” Anna asked after a few minutes of silence.
“We didn’t want her to experience the same pain we were in. Also I saw it as my second chance.” Rachel admitted after a moment of silence to think. “I missed both Izzy and Emily’s childhood because I was young. I wanted to keep them, but like the diary said, I was young and alone. I did what was best for them, but jealousy prevented me from getting any closer to Emmy until it was too late. When Emily died it came out of nowhere, and it crushed both myself and Delia. We made the choice out of longing for Emily even though we knew it would never be quite the same. She needed what we thought was a family and I needed a daughter. I’ve lived here with Delia since raising Emi- Izzy.” She said with a sigh. “It was like this time I got to be apart of both of them growing up. Of course it would have been different if we had known you were alive. By the time we saw you on the news it was too late.”
“Was she happy?” Anna asked as she tried her best to digest all this new information while Rachel nodded.
“We told everyone that she had had a stroke, and that berries had saved her life. That’s how she became so interested in them. Regressing her seemed to have opened up more of her brain to learn and absorb new things.”
“I can’t forgive you. You killed my sister, but I guess I can understand why you did it.” Anna said as she looked at Rachel with her swollen red eyes. “I guess it was better than growing up with my dad.”
“Just so you know, Izzy was adopted. You and Emily have no biological relationship.” Rachel said but Anna just shook her head. “Just something to think about.” Rachel said covering the girl back up with the sheet before making her way to the light and turning it off. “Anything you want?”
“Izzy.” Anna mumbled as she closed her eyes from the emotional exhaustion and fell asleep. |
It had been three days since Anna had learned the truth of Emily’s identity. Her sister was alive and well, so why wasn’t she happy Anna wondered as she cleared away customers empty plates off the table. She shook her head trying to clear her thoughts and re-tied her hazel colored hair into a ponytail. She watched Izzy-or Emily- for a moment taking guests orders before heading with her tub of dishes to the restaurant's kitchen. Rachel hadn’t been kidding about Emily’s mom, well other mom, putting them to work; as soon as Anna could walk pain free she was handed a broom and told to make herself useful. She quickly got the feeling from Delia that she wasn’t welcome, but Rachel told her not to worry; she’d warm up to her eventually. At least Emily was in the same boat sort of. Anna much rather would have been waiting tables than doing dishes, but Delia probably figured she was rich and didn’t need the tips. Or she hated her; either one a possibility.
“You can’t avoid me forever.” Anna heard over the running faucet as she scrubbed away remnants of ranch dressing off a plate.
“I’m not avoiding you.” Anna said after turning around to find Emily with her arms crossed leaning against the entrance of the kitchen.
“You’ve been acting strange ever since we got here!” Emily said pinning up the new orders on the line and retrieving the next dishes to be brought out to the waiting customers.
“I just... have a lot on my mind right now.” Anna mumbled as she went back to work before Delia found her “slacking off” and found her something worse to do like cleaning the bathrooms or something.
“Then why won’t you talk to me about it?” Emily argued before leaving the kitchen and re-appearing a few minutes later with another ticket of orders. “If this is about my mom making you work consider it paybacks for your aunt making me clean toilets all day.” Emily joked as she shoveled ice into cups before filling them with various soft drinks.
“It’s nothing like that.” Anna said with a sigh before fanning herself and pulling her shirt out a few times to cool herself down in the hot and humid kitchen. She debated pushing Emily out of the way and sticking her mouth under the soda tap, but shook the thought away lest she find herself up on the roof cleaning out the storm gutters if word ever got back to the she devil-Emily’s mom. Second mom? Third mom? This was so confusing! Emily didn’t even realize she was adopted; let alone twice along with three different name changes.
“Then what?” Emily demanded turning to face her with a scowl. “You won’t even cuddle with me.”
“Friends don’t cuddle.” Anna pointed out.
“No one was even up last night and why have you been sleeping on the couch?” Emily asked as she picked up a large circular tray and began loading drinks onto it.
“Your bed’s too small for both of us.” Anna said turning her attention back to the many dishes that were beginning to pile up.
“Our beds are the exact same size! Tell me what’s wrong! What were you and Rachel talking about the other day?” Emily said clearly getting agitated. Anna just continued washing dishes and pretended she hadn’t heard her even though half the restaurant probably had. “Fine!” Emily yelled before grabbing her tray of drinks and heading out the doorway. Anna just sighed using her forearm to wipe the sweat out of her eyes.
Delia had made it abundantly clear the night Rachel had revealed everything that if she even breathed a word about this to Emily, or anyone, she’d put in her in a diaper lined with poison oak. Anna shifted uncomfortably at the thought for two reasons: the first of having poison oak down there...again and second: Delia had been in contact with her aunt and knew of her punishment methods.
Anna moaned in frustration as she wiped her face with her soapy water logged hands. Just what was she supposed to do? It was obvious she didn’t see Emily the same way anymore. How could she? She was her sister! True they weren’t blood related, but it was still way too weird. Whenever Emily tried to snuggle or kiss her all Anna saw was the Izzy of five years ago. It was clear she’d have to break up with her, but if she couldn’t tell her the real reason why, Anna doubted they could keep even their friendship. Anna’s eyes stung with tears. She didn’t want to lose Emily, and if she lost Emily, she’d lose Izzy all over again. She knew Rachel told her Izzy was gone, but how could that be? Izzy was right there in front of her!
Anna began to feel a knot forming in the pit of her stomach. She needed to get out of here! Anna untied her apron and tossed it a bin before making her way into the restaurant while ignoring Emily’s questions. Anna walked out the door and pulled out her cell phone and checked the time. It was still two hours before she was allowed to leave, but Anna didn’t care anymore. She’d have to face whatever punishment her aunt threw her way for leaving early; all Anna knew was that she couldn’t stay here anymore.
“You’re back early.” Rachel said looking up from her spot on the couch. “Delia let you out?”
“No.” Anna said making her way straight into Emily’s room to get her stuff packed. She grabbed her backpack out of the corner and started shoving all her laundry and personal items inside.
“You okay?” Rachel asked getting a look at Anna’s tear streaked face. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t stay here.” Anna said continuing to pack up her stuff.
“You guys get in a fight or something?”
“I can’t see her as Emily!” Anna said collapsing onto the bed as her voice cracked with emotion. “I tried and I just...can’t. All I see is Izzy now!”
“Izzy is gone.” Rachel said slowly. “We’ve been over this.”
“So was Emily, but that didn’t stop you!” Anna shot back as she rolled over onto her stomach and began sobbing loudly into a pillow. “y-y-you h-have t-to t-tell her or i’ll lose her f-forever!”
“Anna, why did you take off like that? My mom’s pissed!” Emily said before stopping to see her girlfriend collapsed in a ball on her bed crying loudly.
“Anna, why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?”
“Emily,” Rachel said with a sigh “Now’s not a good time.”
“IT’S NEVER A GOO-” Emily started to yell becoming irate at being pushed to the side again.
“WE CAN’T DATE ANYMORE CAUSE YOU’RE MY DEAD SISTER!” Anna suddenly shouted making Emily freeze.
“WHAT? Anna...it’s me...i’m not your sister…” Emily said confused looking from Anna to Rachel.
“I thought you were dead this whole time and i’ve been so alone until I met you and then I fell in love with you but it turns out you died so they switched the bodies with your twin and your really my sister Izzy!” Anna babbled into the pillow while Emily stood confused.
“Anna...you’re talking crazy! You’re scaring me…” Emily said backing away while looking to Rachel for help. “What’s wrong with her?”
“You’re not the first Emily.” She suddenly heard coming from the ground. Emily looked down to see Namine entering the room to see what all the commotion was.
“What do you mean I’m not the first Emily? Of course I am...there’s only one of me. Stop it you guys, you’re scaring me. Rachel, tell me she’s talking crazy.”
“Show her the picture.” Anna said lifting her head off the pillow. “What’s she going to do, run away? She’s already moved out” Rachel bit her lip anxiously as she met the look of utter confusion on Emily’s face before sighing and digging through one of the drawers before emerging with an old picture.
“Please don’t be mad, Emmy…” Rachel said handing her the picture. Emily took it and stared for a full minute without uttering a single word. “Emmy…”
“I already knew I was your daughter; I’m not stupid. I pretty much figured that out when I was 13 and wasn’t getting my moms boobs.” Emily finally said looking up from the picture. “ We look almost identical; but who’s the other baby?”
“Well, I guess I should have figured you already knew. As for the other baby.” Rachel said before sighing. “That was your sister, Emily.”
“What do you mean? I’m Emily?” she said while Rachel shook her head.
“Emily died five years ago from Raticate poisoning.”
“But...I got bit...I got poisoned. I..I remember being sick and...and bottle fed!” Emily said wide eyed while Rachel went into the drawer and pulled out Emily’s death certificate. “I...I don’t understand! How am I alive if it says I died five years ago!?” She said looking at Rachel after examining the document. “This isn’t funny!”
“Emmy...You’re not actually...Emmy.” Rachel finally said looking at the startled girl sympathetically as she patted the side of the bed next to her motioning for her to join them.. “17 years ago I gave birth to two twin girls; Emily went to Delia and Amy, who was then re-named Isabella, went to the Silphs. Emily was poisoned badly and died during surgery five years ago. That same night there was a car accident along route one where you were pulled out of the wreckage.”
“No! This can’t be right! I’m Emily!” The distraught black haired girl yelled backing away. “This isn’t funny!”
“There was so much blood everywhere and the car was completely totaled. We thought you were the only survivor; so we took you home and used a Hypno’s Amnesia to forget everything. We switched the bodies and raised you from that point on as Emily. Don’t give me that look, please. We thought we were doing what was best.” Rachel said anxiously watching the girls reaction.
“That’s why we have to break up.” Anna mumbled.
“What! No, Anna...This can’t be real! I-I’m not your sister!” Emily said desperately. “W-we’re not even related! I was adopted!”
“She’s right you know.” Rachel said patting Anna’s shoulder, but Anna just shook her head.
“I’m sorry, Em, but everytime I look at you all I see is Izzy.” Anna said getting up from the bed and grabbing her backpack.
“But you’re not my sister!” Emily said desperately as her eyes filled with tears. “Please...no. I have no memories of you from before. You’re my girlfriend...please…I don’t care that they switched me and lied...as long as I have you-”
“Anna, please think about what I told you. Izzy is gone; she may be Izzy physically, but her personality, memories everything that would make Izzy Izzy is gone. You have to let her go.” Rachel said. “Just think about it. You’re going to have to choose between the memory of your little sister and your girlfriend.”
“I’ll think about it.” Anna said slinging her backpack over her shoulder. “I’m headed back to the pokemon center; I...need time to think this over.” She said before walking out the door.
“No, Anna, don’t go!” Emily shouted trying to chase after her, but Rachel held her arm. By the time Emily broke free Anna was gone. “ANNA! ….Don’t leave me.” She cried letting herself fall to the ground.
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In ten minutes Emily was packed and ready to go; It would take about a day and a half on foot to get back to the pokemon center if she didn’t get lost. Ignoring Delia’s and Rachel’s attempts at getting her to stay the night; she grabbed Namine and took off on foot. She’d talk some sense into her then. How was this all even possible she wondered as she ran through the forest ignoring the bug catchers that wanted to battle. She wasn’t Emily? She was Izzy? Why did she remember being Emily? Why did she remember things from when she was little? Namine...Namine knew she thought as she dug through her pocket and released her pokemon.
“You! Start explaining.” Emily said as she kept up a brisk walk with Namine jogging by her side.
“I don’t really know. It was a long time ago, one day you were a different person by the same name. Except you were…”
“Except I was what?” Emily said as she pushed through the trail beating branches away and even passed a few Rattata without a second glance.
“A baby.” Namine said growling at the purple mouse just daring it to make a step closer. “You were a really big baby.”
“Thanks.” Emily said sarcastically rolling her eyes.
“No, I mean you were literally a baby in a girls body. You’d run into things, cry, throw tantrums, be bottle fed, changed, bathed, everything. Don’t you remember when Misty used to babysit you?”
“I do, but, all of that...wasn’t because I was sick?” Emily asked stopping to set up camp once it was too dark to see.
“No.” Namine said watching Emily try and fail to start a fire. “That’s just what they told everyone.” Once Emily finally got the fire started the two of them sat talking before she pulled out her sleeping bag and the two of them snuggled in for the night. As soon as the sun began to rise, Emily slowly crawled out from underneath the covers waking Namine in the process.
“Namine, come with me.” Emily said stretching. “I need you to be the look out.”
“Look out for what?” Namine said annoyed at being woken up so early.
“I need to go; I’ve been holding it since last night.” Emily said pressing her knees together.
“What do you need me for? Just go.” Namine said curling back in a ball on the ground.
“But-but the bushes might have Rattata.” Emily moaned crossing her legs for emphasis.
“Then don’t go in the bushes.” Namine said. “There’s no Rattata here.”
“I can’t just...ugh fine.” Emily mumbled as she looked around in all directions to make sure no one was coming before pulling her pajama bottoms down to her knees and squatting. “This is actually kind of fun.” Emily admitted listening to the loud pattering of liquid landing onto the dead leaves below her as she watched it flow down in a stream changing paths with every obstacle it came in contact with.
“You are way too easily amused.” Namine said with a yawn while watching her master completely transfixed watching herself pee before finally getting up and walking over to relieve her own bladder.
“I’m ready when you are.” Emily said after changing back from her pajamas into her jeans and slipping her shoes on. They continued on with their hike for several more hours stopping every now and then to rest or to collect some kind of foliage she thought might make a useful ingredient for her plant experiments. “Ugh, I’m so tired!” Emily moaned dragging her feet inside the pokemon center when they finally made it back. “I’m going to kill Anna for leaving me back there without a ride.” She said as she made her way the elevator. Emily bit her lip anxiously as she rode to the third floor in silence as she waited to see if Anna had come to a decision yet. She peeked her head down the hallway to find the door to Anna’s room ajar. “I’ll grill her later.” Emily said to herself as she headed toward the room. “For now I just want to sleep!”
When Emily pushed the door open all the way and turned on the light her mouth dropped open. She stared wide eyed at the now empty room. Quickly Emily darted to the closet to find all of Anna’s clothes and possessions gone. “What…” Emily said in confusion as she walked to the now bare bed and picked up a note left behind along with a certain black card.
Emily,
I’ve gone back home to Saffron City to take over Silph Co in my father's place. Please don’t come looking for me. In exchange I won’t tell anyone what your family did. I know you’ll make a great nurse someday.
-Anna
“No no NO!” Emily screamed ripping the note to shreds and collapsing on the ground in a crying heap. “Anna...why? Why couldn’t we talk about this! Why didn’t you wait for me!” Emily said curling into a ball on the floor.
“You weren’t supposed to be back so soon.” Nurse Joy said with a sigh standing in the open doorway as she watched the distraught girl awkwardly.
“Why!?” Emily yelled without turning around. “Why didn’t you stop her?” Emily slightly flinched when she felt a hand on her back a minute later as a figure lowered itself onto the floor next to her.
“They found her father’s body this morning. Officer Jenny said it was a suicide.” Nurse Joy explained.
“Why?” Emily asked looking up.
“I guess Silph Co’s been in a financial crisis for years.” Nurse Joy said. “He probably knew he was in trouble and decided to take the easy way out. That man always had an issue with pride. Couldn’t handle that he was shooting blanks, couldn’t handle his family was leaving and couldn’t handle his company going bankrupt.”
“Shooting blanks?”
“No sperm.”
“I know what it means.” Emily mumbled. “I meant how was he Anna’s father?”
“Anna was also adopted.” Nurse Joy explained. “Just like you were, Izzy.”
“So she told you.” Emily mumbled turning back around. “Don’t tell me Rachel’s her mom too.”
“Rachel called me after you left and explained, and no, Rachel’s not her biological mom; I am.” Nurse Joy admitted. “ I was pregnant at 16 and gave the baby up to my older sister and her husband, who couldn’t conceive. Four years later I convinced my roommate to do the same with you after she admitted she had tried to make herself miscarriage.”
“I feel so wanted.” Emily said sarcastically.
“You should, from what it sounds like you had three different moms fighting over you. Now c’mon; get off the floor.” She said physically picking up the 100 lb girl up by the armpits and half walking and half dragging her over to the bed.
“Why didn’t she say good bye?” Emily said as tears fell down her face. “Why couldn’t she even break up with me properly?!”
“Losing you was very hard on Anna. You two were very close as kids so for her to find out you’ve been alive all this time and not remember her. I think it’s probably too hard on her to have you so close but not be able to have what each of you want.” Nurse Joy said
tucking her new niece in.
“What do I do?” Emily asked numbly.
“You move on. You do the internship as planned with or without her.” Nurse Joy said. “I’ll give you the weekend, but come Monday morning you start the program.” |
“Emily!” The whole hallway heard as someone pounded on the girl’s bedroom door. “Wake up!”
“Mmm.” Emily groaned pulling the blanket over her head. “I’M COMING!” She yelled after the incessant pounding continued. Emily slowly sat up taking her time to stretch and rub the sleep out of her eyes. “Sasha...what?” She growled after opening the door to find the brown haired girl standing in the hallway smiling. “You know I’m not a morning person.”
“It’s already 10:30!” Sasha said rolling her eyes and pushing past the half asleep teenager as she sat on her bed. “You were up late playing with your plants again, weren’t you?” She tsked taking in the disarray of the once tidy room that looked more like a nursery for plants than a teenage girls dorm room.
“I think I finally *yawn* found the right combination to ward off bug pokemon.”
“They already have those...they’re called repels...you can buy them across the street.” Sasha said slowly.
“But those ward off all pokemon not to mention they’re full of harmful chemicals.” Emily said as she began listing off one after another.
“Yeah okay, hippie, I got it. All natural and organic.” Sasha said rolling her eyes. “This is why no one wants you as a roommate.” She teased looking around at all the potted plants and flowers.
“You’re just jealous because I got to keep this room.” Emily said sitting on the chair and stretching before opening the blinds to her window and gazing out over Cerulean City.
“That’s because you pretty much claimed it as your own by refusing to leave it for 5 days after Ann-” Sasha started to say, but stopped as she saw Emily visibly freeze after hearing that name. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be, I’m over it.” Emily said refusing to make eye contact as she kept her gaze out the window.
“Then how come you refuse to talk about it, huh? All you do is work and then lock yourself in your room with your plants.” Sasha said rolling over to stare at Emily’s back. “You need to go on a date.”
“I don’t talk about it because there’s nothing to talk about. We dated for four months, she left, big deal.” Emily said with a shrug. “It’s been two years.”
“As your best friend.” Sasha said standing up and putting an arm around Emily, who raised her eyebrows at her. “I think you need to get out; there’s other girls out there.”
“I’m not into girls.” Emily said for what felt like the millionth time.
“So sleeping around with Anna was what, an experiment?” Sasha said with a coy smile.
“Who said we were sleeping together?” Emily said hiding her blush.
“Escape ropes...chocolate syrup...hicky’s the size of-” Sasha whispered in her ear giggling.
“Okay, okay, we might have done...stuff.” Emily said shrugging the older girl off.
“Details, please.” Sasha said throwing herself on Emily’s bed and resting her chin in her hands. “This is the most you’ve ever been willing to talk about her without getting all mopey and depressed.”
“There’s nothing to talk about, and I do not get mopey and depressed.” Emily said brushing her bangs out of her face. “I was a little upset at first but-”
“Five. Entire. Days.” Sasha said holding up her hand. “I think you were more than a LITTLE upset.” Sasha said taking in Emily’s crestfallen features. “You know if you ever need to talk about it.” Sasha added a little gentler.
“There’s nothing to talk about.“ Emily repeated again cutting her off and turning away to hide her face as she heaved a heavy sigh. “Besides, you just want to know if we sixty-nined.”
“That’s not true. You were a wreck and I think you hide yourself in your work so you don’t think about her.” Sasha said studying her friends facial features once Emily finally turned back around. “You really loved her didn’t you.”
“I really don’t want to talk about it.” Emily mumbled wiping at her eyes. “It’s embarrassing.”
“What is?”
“Because it’s been two years! Two years! I should be over her! I shouldn’t still be thinking about her when I fall asleep wondering what she’s doing or if she remembers me! I shouldn’t miss the way she’d tease me when I was feeling self conscious or hold me when I was upset.” Emily said wiping her eyes before tears had a chance to run down her face. “I haven’t seen her, or talked to her in two years!”
“C’mon.” Sasha said pulling Emily down onto the bed. “You’ve been bottling this up for too long.”
“I’m sorry, really I’m fine. It’s just stupid. I don’t know why it still hurts after all this time. What do I expect? She’s running a major business now; she probably doesn’t even give me a second thought anymore.” Emily said staring up the ceiling twirling her now shoulder length hair around a finger.
“She cared enough to leave you that card.” Sasha said. “Anything you could ever want for free and yet you still pick berries in the field trying to come up with alternatives.” Sasha said shaking her head.
“I’m trying to make antidotes for both humans and pokemon. My sister died when she was ten to a poisoning that had no cure at the time.”
“I’m sorry.” Sasha said. “I didn’t know you had a sister.”
“Heh, I didn’t either.” Emily mumbled before sitting up and walking over to the desk to pull out a jar of green goop. “If you really want to help; stick out your arm.”
“Uh-uh! No way!” Sasha said springing to her feet. “Remember the last time you tried to use me as a guinea pig.”
“So you got a little diarrhea, big deal.” Emily smiled walking towards her with the jar of goop.
“A little diarrhea?! I lost 8 pounds in three days!” Sasha said eying the jar suspiciously. “I’m almost out of sick days thanks to you. You never did tell me what that was supposed to be.”
“A gentle laxative.” Emily said smiling innocently while she stirred the contents of the jar with a wooden tongue depressor.
“Gently my ass.” Sasha grumbled. “You better remember me when you're rich from all this stuff.”
“And thanks to you I now know to only use half a lippan berry instead of eight.” Emily said. “Stick out your arm.”
“No way!” Sasha said backing away. “Tell me what you're testing that for first.”
“An energizer. Supposed to help give you more energy and help you focus. Name your price.”
“Take my weekend shift so I can see my boyfriend.” Sasha said as Emily frowned.
“I meant from the mart.”
“No way. You can’t buy me with a few free items. You want me to be your test subject; you have to work for it.” Sasha said crossing her arms.
“Fine.” Emily said after a moment’s thought as Sasha reluctantly stretched out her arm so Emily could apply the green goo to the inside of her forearm.
“So...did you guys really...sixty-nine?” Sasha asked giggling as Emily rolled her eyes.
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“Idiot.” The 23 year old woman mumbled from her seat in front of her large desk as she watched the security footage of a certain pokemon centers room. “I never stopped thinking about you.” |
Anna Silph sat at the massive desk with her head resting in her hand as she listened intently to her CFO feeling more and more overwhelmed with every passing second. She fanned herself for a brief moment with some files on her desk before unbuttoning the top of her blouse to get some air. Even if the twenty-three year old was only there for show; this job was more than she could handle she thought as she stared at the presentation with a blank face.
“As you can see if we don't do something soon Silph Co will become bankrupt in less than five years.” The man said as he finished reading his report.
“I thought Silph Co was the only manufacturer around? What did my father do with all the money?” Anna asked as she tried to make sense of all the graphs and charts that could have been in a completely different language for all she knew. Three years ago she was just a med student, but since her father's suicide she was suddenly thrust into this position overnight. How she had become the new face for Silph Co she’d never understand. Everything had happened so fast that one night. With the death of her father she had inherited his, what she thought at the time, billion dollar company only to realize that it was going downhill fast.
“A large chunk of it was being funneled into Team Rocket. With Silph Co no longer being affiliated with them it gives us about an extra two years before we go under. Millions were also paid in fines and damages to cover the cost of your father’s crimes, not even mentioning bribes over the years to keep people quiet.” The CFO explained.
“If everything is squared away and legit, why are we still going under?” Anna asked.
“Sign of the times.” The CFO shrugged. “Studies have begun showing the long term effects of our products. Repels are bad for the ozone, potions are decreasing the lifespan of pokemon over long term exposure. Everyone wants a magic cure with no ill side effects.”
“What if we lowered prices in the marts?” Anna suggested only to have the man shake his head.
“It’s not an economy problem. People are willing to spend more money just to avoid our products whether they’re harmful in the long run or not. Your father's actions left a bad taste in people’s mouths when the test pokemon’s living enclosures were reported on the news. That’s why you’re here. We needed a young face to be the new image of Silph Co. People want to know that we care for the well being of pokemon.” He explained.
“I do! I’ve kicked out Team Rocket and banned Pokemon testing.”
“People are still anxious you will follow in your father's footsteps.”
“Not much I can really do about that.” Anna said resting her head on her desk. “So what are people buying?”
“Roots, herbs, berries. People are looking for organic and natural remedies this day and age.”
“Organic, huh.” Anna mumbled tapping her pen on the desk.
“About that girl you’ve been watching…”
“No.” Anna said cutting him off.
“Why not? It makes the most sense. Her research is exactly what we need. With the proper funding-”
“NO!” Anna repeated louder this time. “It’s complicated.” She finally mumbled feeling the glare of her CFO.
“Well then you better un-complicate it!” He said crossing his arms. “Hundreds of people’s jobs are on the line here. Unless you want to be living on the street that is.”
“I’d rather live on the street than in that house.” Anna mumbled under her breath.
“How many successful components has she come up with now? Two or three?”
“Seventeen.” Anna mumbled staring out the window overlooking Saffron City.
“Why are you even hesitating? Call her or she’s finding an anonymous note underneath her door telling her about the camera in her dorm room.” He threatened.
“You wouldn’t.” Anna said snapping her head around to glare at the man.
“For someone who threw such a fit about invasion of privacy; for her to turn around and do the same thing.”
“Let me sleep on it.” Anna grumbled.
“I knew you’d see reason.” The man said smiling as he collected his papers and packed them back into his briefcase. “I’ll see you tomorrow about your decision.”
Once five o’clock finally rolled around Anna packed up her stuff and slowly made her way home to the large, empty mansion she grew to despise with every passing day. She didn’t need a place this big; an entire family didn’t need a place this big! Anna had grown used to living out of the small dorm room by herself and she found the large space to be eerie. The mansion had 17 rooms, 9 full sized bathrooms, a kitchen the size of a restaurant and a dining room to hold excessive numbers of guests. Anna had thought of putting it on the market several times and getting a small apartment, but it was her childhood home. She just wasn’t ready to part with the many wonderful memories of growing up here before her family was taken from her. It was just her now, sitting alone in the seat she always sat at as a child at the large 24 person mahogany table.
“Ah, Miss Silph. You’re home early.” Anna heard causing her to jump before taking in the sudden appearance of the mansions caretaker, Olga. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Anna had dismissed the majority of her father’s staff. She didn’t need servants doing her laundry, security, or a personal chef. She had decided to keep her childhood nanny though more for company than anything; She was the closest thing she had to her family from back then.
“Sorry, Olga, Sometimes I forget you live here too.” Anna said with a weak smile to the blond German woman.
“This place isn’t going to take care of itself.” she nodded. “When are you going to have a family?” She suddenly asked causing Anna to nearly choke on the water she was drinking. “This place has never been the same since. It needs more people.”
“Eh, I don’t know.” Anna said with a shrug once she had collected herself.
“You’re Kento’s most eligible bachelorette, there’s probably hundreds of guys who would line up around the block for the chance to take you on a date. You just have to find the right one and get married.” Olga said sitting across the table from Anna.
“They just want the money.” Anna mumbled. “I had someone special once, but it wouldn’t have worked out.”
“Why not?” Olga asked.
“I just couldn’t get over someone else.” Anna said. “It caused problems.”
“So they broke up with you? Don’t worry, time heals all wounds. You’ll find another guy.” Olga said, but Anna just shook her head.
“It got complicated so I ran away.” Anna said sadly. “I hurt someone I loved because I thought it would have hurt worse if I stayed.”
“Would it really have been that bad?” Olga asked.
“I don’t know, but it’s too late now. It was years ago.”
“Do you still care about that person?” Olga asked before getting up and returning a moment later with a cup of tea for the both of them.
“I do.” Anna said with a sigh as she took a sip from her cup. “It doesn’t matter now though.”
“If you still care about him; why not get back in touch?” Olga asked after Anna let out a long depressed sigh. “Maybe he still cares about you too.”
“I don’t know what to do.” Anna groaned into her empty china tea cup. “Their research is what Silph Co needs, but I don’t know how I could ever face them again.”
“All the more reason to do it and get it over with.”
“I guess.” Anna said biting the inside of her cheek. “I’m going to my room. Good night, Olga.”
“Why do you still sleep in the bedroom you had as a kid? Why don’t you use the master suite?” Olga said clearing away their cups and saucers.
“It’s too big.” Anna said with a shrug. “And it was my parents.” She mumbled.
“It’s yours now take it.” Olga insisted. “You need to stop living in the past.”
“I like the size of my room as is.” Anna said before excusing herself and making her way up the marble staircase and to her room. She had always wondered since the day she had returned why her father had kept her and Izzy’s rooms the way they left them. When she had first opened her old bedroom door for the first time in seven years she had expected to see storage; not all of her belongings as is. Maybe he just never got around to it. Out of sight out of mind Anna thought with a shrug as she entered her freshly vacuumed room. Other than a few upgrades for her older self to enjoy like the new laptop sitting on her desk, she kept pretty much everything the same. Anna made her way over to her king sized canopy bed and noticed Olga had set out her pajamas for her. Once a nanny always a nanny Anna thought with a smile until she picked up the nightgown and out fell...a diaper?
“Olga.” Anna mumbled with a blush as she chucked it aside.
Last years anniversary of the accident had been especially hard on Anna as it had been the first she had had to face alone. For the entire month her bedwetting had almost become a nightly occurrence instead of maybe once or twice a week. I guess it is almost around that time she thought. Now that she was famous, even more so than she was before, she had run into an embarrassing predicament when her yearly bedwetting cycle had begun the previous year. It wasn’t like she could just run into the mart on pretense of picking up supplies for the pokemon center or grab a few diapers from the hospital wing anymore. Although she had never enjoyed being diapered at any other time, she found a just the tiniest amount of comfort in wearing them to bed around the time of the anniversary or any other stressful day. Using them was an entirely different story she thought with a shudder. She had never really understood why Emily had always hated them so much.
The night Anna had run out she had decided to go without it and figured she could phone her aunt in the morning to send her some, but she had woken up completely soaked in the middle of the night. She wanted to appear to Olga as an adult now; that she didn’t need anyone caring for her. Anna sighed in frustration as she stripped her bedding. Not wanting Olga to know Anna had gathered her wet clothes and sheets and headed to the laundry room. What she hadn’t expected was running into the woman half way there at 3 o clock in the morning. When asked what Anna was doing up carrying all her sheets, the girl tried to lie and say she had broken out in hives and that she was going to wash her bedding. Before Anna could stop her, Olga had taken her bedding and instructed her to take a shower and that she would bring up an antihistamine later. Once Anna had returned to her room she found Olga had already made up her bed for her with the woman herself waiting for her.
“Hives? That’s the best you got?” Olga had asked with her arms crossed and eyebrows raised as Anna stood awkwardly with nothing but a towel wrapped around herself. “You’re not a child anymore, Miss Silph, you don’t have to go out of your way to hide it. I’m not going to spank you.” She said with an amused grin before getting serious. “Have you been feeling alright? Maybe you should take a few days off work.”
“It was just a one time thing.” Anna lied. “Like you said; i’m an adult now. Next time I’ll do my own laundry; it’s no big deal.”
“Next time?” Olga asked suspiciously making Anna fidget in place. “Try and get some sleep Miss Silph.” She said letting the matter go sensing Anna’s uncomfortableness with the topic. After a few nights in a row of hearing the washing machine in the middle of the night and a shower running Olga had demanded answers. Backed into a corner Anna was forced to reveal her situation this time of the year presented to her. Olga just sighed and asked why she didn’t just ask her to pick up supplies in the first place.
Present day Anna let herself fall face first onto her mattress as she brought one of her pillows up to her chest and squeezed it against herself. Just what was she going to do? So many people’s jobs were at stake and here she knew someone who could possibly help yet she was reluctant to ask over a matter of...pride? Selfishness? Fear? Yes that was it. She was scared. She had never been so scared in her life as she picked up her cell phone and shakily dialed in the number for her aunt. One ring. She could do this! Two rings. On second thought, maybe she should wait till morning. Three rings. What if she said no? Four rings. She wasn’t going to answer she’ll just try again later and-
“Anna?” Nurse Joy asked. Damn it. After a few deep breathes she finally found her courage to speak up.
“Hi.” Anna mumbled into her cellphone not really feeling like talking face to face through video hologram.
“Anna, are you okay?” Nurse Joy asked a little concerned.
“Yeah, I’m just… I just needed to, um...h-how is she?” Anna finally managed to choke out. “E-Emily…”
“She, well, she works a lot. Physically she’s fine, but…”
“But what?” Anna asked.
“She keeps to herself a lot. Doesn’t leave unless she has too. I’ll send Sasha up every once and a while to check up on her.” Nurse Joy explained.
“Oh.” Anna said as they each stayed on the line in awkward silence.
“You know you could always get back in touch with her.” Nurse Joy suggested.
“Actually, I wanted you to pass on a message for me. I-I couldn’t do it myself. Tell her to come to Silph HQ in three days with her experiments. We are looking to move towards organic products and I thought if we funded her research…”
“I’ll try, but there’s no promises. She puts on a front whenever you're mentioned. You really hurt her you know.”
“I know.” Anna said barely above a whisper. “There’s a lot of people's jobs on the line though.”
“I’ll pass on the message, but don’t get your hopes up.” Nurse Joy said. “So how’s my big, powerful business tycoon?”
“I’m doing...good.” Anna said quietly. “It’s...lonely.” She admitted with a sigh. “I miss you guys.”
“We miss you too.” Nurse Joy said. |
Ch 25!
Emily sat at her desk frowning while Sasha paced nervously back and forth scratching at the large welts that had begun to form on her forearm. What went wrong? Emily wondered going over the list of ingredients. Three Persim berries, two Oran berries, one Luppa berry. It didn’t make any sense.
“Emily! Make this stop or I swear!” Sasha moaned as she tore at her skin.
“Don’t worry I can make something real quick to make it stop.” Emily said jumping up to harvest a couple plants until she realised she was out of Oran berries. “Sasha...I can’t make anything to help. I need Oran berries and I’m out.”
“Ugh! This is the last time I let you test products on me!” The brunette yelled before opening Emily’s bedroom door and slamming it shut behind her. Emily stood silently for a moment sighing before plopping down in her bed. What’s wrong with me, she wondered as she stared up at her ceiling. She was moody, tired and just couldn’t concentrate on anything lately. Normally she could whip up two new successful recipes a month, but lately it seemed like everything she created was a horrible failure.
“Oh yeah, it’s almost May.” Emily mumbled to herself as she rolled over onto her side and held her pillow to her chest.
“What’s wrong, mom?” Namine asked hopping up onto the bed. “You’ve been really down lately.”
“It’s nothing.” Emily mumbled as she reached out her hand to pet her Eevee who snuggled up against the young woman’s side. Soon another small four legged creature hopped up onto the bed to join them. “Hey, Roxas.” Emily said holding out her palm to beckon the two year old male Eevee closer.
"What in the world is all over your face?" Namine said with a sigh as she approached her son and began licking his face clean. "Sometimes I wonder why I ever let you out of your Pokeball." Namine said.
"Mooom." Roxas whined as he grimaced at the feeling of his mother's tongue working its way through the fur on his face. "I'm just going to get dirty again."
"You wouldn't get so dirty in the first place if you'd just stop playing under the bed." Namine chastised holding her son down with her paw so she could finish his bath.
"But i'm bored!" Roxas complained. "I want to go outside!"
"So you can get beat up again by those Beedrills; I don't think so." Namine said.
"I almost had him." Roxas mumbled underneath his breath.
"You weren't even close." Namine laughed. "You would have been Spearow food if I hadn't come saved you. You're lucky I'm so strong."
"You're only a level 30; You're not that strong." Roxas said. "Once I'm a Flareon i'll be even stronger than you."
"Keep dreaming, kiddo. A funny looking rock isn't going to make you stronger, it's only going to change your appearance."
"It did you." Roxas grumbled. "Do that thing where you evolve."
"You've seen it a hundred times already!" Namine mumbled as she laid down next to Emily.
"Please." Roxas begged wagging his tail. "I want to see my future self."
"Emily, put him back in his pokeball. My son thinks I'm a circus act. Why doesn't he bother his father; he can turn into any Pokemon at will." Namine said before yawning.
"All Ditto's can transform; You're one of a kind." Emily said listening to the two of them banter.
"All right all right." Namine said before slowly standing up. "What will it be?"
"Jolteon!" Roxas said happily bouncing up and down on the bed as the mother Eevee's necklace glew purple and she herself began glowing a bright white as her form grew several times larger until the once small Eevee took up half the bed. Once the glowing faded there in Namine's place stood a yellow, spiky furred Jolteon. "Now a Flareon!" Roxas cheered as the Jolteon once again began glowing and shifting until a red and white furred pokemon stood in it's place. Emily watched with a small smile as she watched Namine change form after form for her son.
"Sorry, kiddo, time's up." Namine panted after 20 minutes when she suddenly changed back into her original Eevee form and the rock around her neck ceased to glow.
As soon as Roxas was born, Namine's stance on fighting had changed 180 degrees. She had wanted to become stronger in order to protect him so while Emily searched for plants and berries in the forest, Namine fought with every stray rodent and bug that came within eyesight until she had gotten comfortable enough to take on trainers. She started with a few Bug Catchers as both Emily and Namine slowly built up their confidence together.
One particular day about a year ago while they were coming out of the forest an Ace Trainer appeared and began striking up a conversation. Emily wasn't particularly in the mood to talk with him and tried to move past, but he wasn't about to let her go and demanded a battle with her Eevee sensing an easy victory. Emily shrugged and thought why not, but frowned when Ace Trainer released a Farrow. This was way out of their league she thought as she tried her best to direct her Eevee out of harms way. Emily watched anxiously as the battle progressed. At the rate this was going Namine wasn't going to last much longer she thought.
"If only I had an electric type." Emily had muttered. "Too bad Namine can't use any kind of electric type attacks."
Suddenly the stone on Namine's neck began to glow as she began evolving. "Namine..." Emily said shocked as her Eevee evolved into a Jolteon mid battle. What just happened? Both Emily and Ace Trainer stood staring mouth agape, even the Farrow had swooped down to get a view of its new opponent. In the chaos of the situation Emily saw her chance. She only had one shot if she wanted this to work and it was a gamble if Namine even knew this move. "Thundershock!" Emily yelled as bolts of lightening began chasing after the large bird until it encompassed the enemy and the bird fell paralyzed to the ground. "Bite!" Emily commanded as the Jolteon bared its fangs and lunged at the paralyzed bird as she sunk her teeth into its flesh causing the opponent to faint.
"Tastes like chicken." Namine said trotting over to her master victoriously as Emily threw her arms around Namine. As the two walked back together Emily's eyes bulged as Namine began glowing once again and started...shrinking?! Within 30 seconds Namine was back into her Eevee form. "What just happened?" Namine asked sounding a little disappointed as she realized she was no longer the pokemon she had once dreamed of becoming.
"I have no idea." Emily said looking just as confused as Namine. She tried researching it on the internet, but couldn't come up with a single case of an Eevee evolving without a stone or even any pokemon evolving for a short period of time and then reverting. "It must have something to do with that stone around your neck." Emily said as Namine agreed.
"You think it's like the first time? When we merged." Emily nodded in agreement and soon they began experimenting with it. In no time at all the two discovered they could use it to transform Namine into any of the eeveelutions at will for a short period of time before she would revert back to her original form. As a result Namine's experience level soared since she would always have the type advantage as long as they could defeat her opponent in less than 20 minutes. The two quickly grew bored as the newness of battling wore off. Emily didn't need to keep at it for the prize money since Anna had basically left her a limitless credit card that didn't need to be payed back and Namine only desired to be at a high enough level to keep her son safe. The two agreed to quit while they were ahead as to not attract attention to themselves before rumors began to spread.
Emily was quickly snapped from her trance of memories and brought back to reality when she began hearing knocking on her door. She got up and answered it while preparing to apologize to Sasha and beg for her forgiveness. She was immediately alarmed when she opened the door a crack to not find Sasha, but Nurse Joy. Uh-oh, Emily thought as she opened the door a little wider to see Nurse Joy smiling suspiciously figuring Sasha had ratted her out about her failed experiments in order to get proper treatment for her skin lesions.
"May I come in?" Nurse Joy asked as Emily stepped back to let the woman in before closing the door behind her. This couldn't be good. "I just wanted to come check up on you." Nurse Joy said sensing the girls uneasiness.
"Oh, umm, I'm okay." Emily said sitting down on her bed as her aunt took a seat across from her in the desk chair. It still feels weird to refer to her as my aunt she thought while wondering what she had really come to see her about.
"I wanted to talk to you about your plant experiments." Nurse Joy said after a moment of silence. Crap. She's not going to punish me with diapers is she? Emily thought fearing the worst. "How would you feel about getting officially funded by a company?" Wait, what? She had to have miss heard that. Clearly Nurse Joy had come to tell her to knock it off, not offer her a sponsorship, right?"
"What?" Emily asked confused.
"A company wants to sponsor and fund your research." Nurse Joy repeated with nervous smile.
“What? Really?” Emily asked as her eyes lit up with excitement. “Wait...I know that look. What’s the catch?”
“N-no catch.” Nurse Joy said smiling. “I just got off the phone with Anna and she wants to meet with you on Saturday to discuss arrangements. WHAT? Anna!? Wants to meet with me… about my research…
“No.” Emily said shaking her head. “Tell her I’m not interested.”
“Emily, just go and hear her out. You two haven’t spoken since she left.” Nurse Joy said biting her lip.
“And whose fault was that.” Emily said bitterly. “Why now after two years?”
“Well you know Silph Co’s been in a financial crisis ever since and it sounds like they are trying to come up with new ideas to draw people in.”
“So what, she’s only reaching out to me now after all this time because she wants something?” Emily said feeling the lump beginning to form in her throat. “She’s just going to use me and toss me aside.”
“This is a good opportunity for you. Don’t let a personal grudge get in the way of moving forward with your products. Silph Co’s the biggest name around, now’s your chance to show everyone what you can do. Maybe you two can even work things out, she is your sister after all-”
“She’s not my sister.” Emily said staring down at the floor. “I don’t want to work things out with her, I don’t want to meet with her, and I don’t want to talk to her!” Emily said.
“Fuck.” Emily said quietly as she held tightly onto her backpack as her legs jiggled with nerves as she stood outside Silph Co HQ the following Saturday morning. “You can do this.” Emily mumbled to herself as she tried her best to calm her breathing down. “It’s just a business meeting. Who says I’m even meeting with her. I’m probably just going to be pitching an idea to a worker who will reject it right then and there and that will be the end of it. Emily bounced for a moment in place before making her way inside the large fancy building. She felt self conscious as she walked inside in her flower printed sundress with her backpack hanging off one shoulder. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her as she took in the many suited and professional looking workers.
“I got this.” She whispered to herself again as she walked up to the secretary station.
“Can I help you?” The blond woman asked putting her hand over the mouthpiece of her headset after Emily awkwardly stood in place for five minutes waiting for her to say something.
“Umm, I’m here to see Anna.” Emily mumbled.
“Anna?” The lady behind the desk repeated motioning with her hand that she needed more than a first name.
“Silph.” Emily squeaked as the blond woman raised her eyebrows.
“And do you have an appointment to see Miss Silph?” The secretary asked doubtfully.
“I’m not sure, she said to meet her here on Saturday, but didn’t say what time.” Emily answered as she felt her heart racing in her chest.
“Name?”
“Emily Ketchum.”
“I don’t see anything in the computer under that name.” The secretary said sounding annoyed with the current situation.
“But she said to meet her.”
“Look, I don’t know if you were one of her little friends in the past. “ The secretary said massaging her temples. “But If you want to see Miss Silph you need to make an appointment. She is a very busy person and does not take walk-ins.” She said turning back to her work.
“But I’m her sister.” Emily mumbled barely above a whisper.
“You think that’s funny? Miss Silph lost her family eight years ago. Who do you think you are to come in here and-”
“Is there a problem?” The two women heard as Emily saw the color drain out of the secretary’s face.
“N-no, ma'am, I was just telling this person that if she wants to meet with you she needs an appointment.” The secretary said quickly.
“She doesn’t need an appointment.” The voice said as Emily slowly turned to face the girl she hadn’t seen or heard from in two years. “Hello, Emily.” Anna said. |
Ch 26
“H-hi.” Emily mumbled as she took in Anna’s features and fancy business suit before turning away as her heart began pounding from nerves all over again.
“Let’s go to my office and talk, my CFO is waiting.” Anna said leading her to a private elevator before sticking a key card in the slot and stepping into the elevator as Emily followed behind smiling internally at the look on the secretary’s face before the doors closed. The two stood in awkward silence as they rode the elevator up the six floors until it opened to a suite.
“Woah.” Emily couldn’t help but say as she looked around at all the leather furniture, state of the art electronics, and a huge desk. And that view she thought as she looked out the windows that were floor to ceiling. “So pretty,”
"It's a nice view, huh." Anna agreed keeping her eyes glued to the back of the black haired girls head as she tried to stay as collected as possible. "You, uh, c-cut your hair." Anna said desperately trying to start a conversation and end the awkward silence that filled the room. Of course Anna already knew Emily had cut her hair six months ago, but she wasn't going to say anything.
"Oh yeah," Emily said running her fingers through her black hair that fell a little past her shoulders. "It kept getting stuck on branches in the forest."
"You're cute... no I meant, it's cute, but not that you're not cute either, I meant..." Anna said stumbling over her words awkwardly before she finally gave up and stopped mid sentence covering her face with her hands.
"Umm, thanks." Emily said as more awkward silence came between them.
"Do you want anything to drink before we get started?" Anna squeaked out heading over to the full sized mini bar.
"Coffee, please." Emily said as she laid eyes on the freshly brewed pot.
"This is, Daniel, the CFO. He pretty much runs the place." Anna admitted as she poured out three cups of coffee.
"Then what's your job?" Emily asked accepting the cup and taking a sip.
"Her job is just to sit and look pretty; I do all the real work." The man said with a laugh.
"I still have final say to everything." Anna said. "I still have to sit through all these meetings and sign documents all day."
"Oh." Emily said taking a seat in one of the leather chairs by the desk as she pulled a folder of papers out of her backpack. "I brought my notes."
"Great," Daniel said as Emily handed them over. "So tell me, what these can be used for? Sell it to me."
"Well, various antidotes for different kinds of poisons, one is a natural bug repellant while another can mimic pheramones to draw in pokemon during the spring." Emily explained.
"Interesting, there's one to promote healing for cuts and scrapes, laxative, antidiarrheal. These are for pokemon?" Daniel asked flipping through her notebook.
"Both humans and pokemon. I know most of these products already exist, but they're natural remedies without side effects mostly. Some of them are just for humans though since they are extremely powerful."
"What do the one's for humans do?" he asked.
"Basically what antidotes, paralyze heals, awakenings etc. do for pokemon. Say you got hit accidentally by a poisonous attack from standing to close during a battle, if you drink it, it will absorb the poison from your body and flush it out." Emily explained. "That one i'm most proud of. It took me about three years to get it right."
"This is interesting." He said continuing to flip through. "Sexual arousal?" He asked raising his eyebrows. "How'd you come up with that?"
"Heh, that was actually an accident. It started off as a cure for someone who had used poison oak as toilet paper. Once applied, it had some unexpected side effects." Emily mumbled as Anna crossed her legs and squirmed.
“What kind of dumbass uses poison oak as toilet paper?” Daniel asked to himself causing Emily to smirk as the two girls eyes met.
“Anyway.” Anna mumbled as she tried her best to hide her blush. “Shall we get started?”
The three of them stayed talking late into the evening. They drew up plans and expenses of all the ingredients they would need to collect. Although Daniel didn’t voice it; he was very excited. Costs could be kept low, but with Anna’s ban on pokemon testing how could they test the products?
“Pokemon Centers.” Emily announced once Daniel voiced his concerns. “Have the trainers sign a waiver agreeing to test Beta products and in return they get, I don’t know, a voucher for a free item in the pokemon mart.”
“Hmm,” Daniel said thinking about it. “Anna does have family in the pokemon centers. If we got the nurses on our side it might work.”
Suddenly a low growl could be heard coming from across the desk as Emily blushed and held her stomach. “Sorry,” She mumbled realizing she hadn’t eaten since breakfast and it was already 8 pm!? “Oh no.” She moaned looking at the clock.
“What? What is it?” Anna asked.
“I missed the check in for the pokemon center.” Emily admitted. Not only would she have to sleep outside, she wouldn’t get any dinner either. She really hadn’t thought this trip through. She hadn’t planned on staying this late. She really thought she’d just be handing in her notes and be back on the train within the hour. Trials? Testing and marketing? Royalties? This she had not expected. It was almost as if they were actually planning on putting this stuff on the market and not just tossing ideas back and forth.
“Pokemon Center?” Anna asked. “You live in a pokemon center. Why would you want to stay there?”
“Where else would I stay?” Emily asked confused. “I can’t afford a hotel.”
“At my place.” Anna said as Emily’s face lost color. Stay with Anna? This whole meeting had been uncomfortable and awkward and now she’s inviting me to sleep at her place?
“Do you have enough room? I mean, thank you, I’d really appreciate being allowed to sleep on your couch; much better than sleeping on the ground.” Emily said before looking to Daniel and Anna confused as the two of them chuckled.
“I don’t know, Anna, do you have enough space in that tiny little house of yours?” Daniel said with a grin.
“It’s going to be hard.” Anna said stifling a laugh of her own. “I mean, she even wants to sleep on the couch. Who does she think I am, royalty?” Anna joked before turning back to Emily, who sat awkwardly waiting. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty of space.” Anna said before looking at the time herself. “Should we call it a night and pick up where we left off tomorrow?”
“Sounds good to me.” Daniel said as he packed up his suitcase before shaking Emily’s hand and leaving the two girls alone in awkward silence. Tension quickly filled the room as the two sat trying to fill the uncomfortable air. Seconds seemed to painfully drag by as Emily tried and failed to think of something to say. She inaudibly cursed herself. Just this morning she could think of at least ten pages of text off the top of her head she’d love to tell Anna if she ever came face to face with her again, but now here was her chance and her mind was drawing a blank.
“How have you been?” Anna asked ending the painfully uncomfortable silence.
How have I been? Emily thought to herself. ‘Great’ the voice in the back of her head said. ‘Tell her you’re doing great. Put on a happy face and tell her you’re doing just fine without her.’ “F-fine.” Emily mumbled. Way to show confidence her inner voice said sarcastically. “You?”
Anna let her own inner monologue run its course as she herself wondered what to say. Guilty? Lonely? Regretful? Scared? Stressed? Angry? All of the above? Forgive me! Please forgive me! She desperately wanted to say. Anna could feel the stinging in her eyes and throat beginning to form. No, this wasn’t the time. She wasn’t ready to open up just yet. Who's to say Emily would even just forgive her just because she asked her to. What did she expect? For her to just run into her arms and pick up where they left off? Did she herself even want that? She left because she couldn’t see Emily as anything other than Izzy anymore. Was that really the reason she left?
“Anna? Anna!” She heard snapping her attention back to see the sleeve of her suit dripping with cold coffee from the cup she had apparently knocked over during her soul searching.
“Ugh.” Anna moaned searching for something to clean up the spill with before shrugging and taking off her coat to mop up the mess. “I didn’t like this jacket anyway, it itches.” Anna said with a weak smile. “We should get going. I hope you don’t mind walking, it’s only like a 20 minute walk on foot.”
“That’s fine.” Emily said as they rode the elevator down to the now empty lobby and walked out the door. The pair walked in silence again passing by now empty businesses and the occasional apartment building before Emily’s stomach let out another audible groan for food as they saw a fastfood chain up ahead.
“I would kill for a burger and shake right now.” Anna said also noticing the approaching food establishment. “I haven’t had one in so long, but Olga would kill me.”
“Why?” Emily asked. “Who’s Olga?”
“She’s, uh, well she’s my, umm.” Anna said stumbling to find the right words.
“Girlfriend?” Emily accidently blurted out feeling her heart sink a little.
“No no!” Anna said getting flustered. “She’s my nanny!” Emily gave her a confused look, but couldn’t help but let out the air she was holding in anticipation. Why do I care if she has somebody else? Emily silently wondered chastising herself. “Well maybe nanny isn’t the right word. She used to be my nanny, now she’s more of a groundskeeper. Keeps the property up and is more for company.”
“Oh.” Emily said. “Well your nannies not here now, is she?” Emily said with a playful smile.
“Mmm.” Anna moaned with a mouthful of cheeseburger. “This is so good.” Emily smiled a little and relaxed into the hard plastic seats. Prim, proper and rich Anna was gone suddenly replaced with the girl Emily knew as soon as a hamburger was placed in front of her. It was places like this where they used to go on dates. For a fastfood place full of people on a Saturday night, this place was awfully quiet she realized as she slowly turned her head only to be met with about a dozen different pairs of eyes watching them.
“Why is everyone staring at us?” Emily whispered between sips of her shake.
“Hmm?” Anna hummed mid bite of the burger she has nearly devoured in record time. She quickly came out of her food induced trance as she began to take notice of all the eyes watching them. No, watching her. She suddenly became aware of the glob of mayonnaise hanging down her chin as she quickly cleaned herself up. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
“Miss Silph?” A voice inquired as the two girls turned to see a man nicely dressed, for a fast food chain, standing at their table. “I just wanted to introduce myself; I’m the owner. One of my employees said you were dining with us this evening so I came out to prove them wrong and then, here you are.”
“Here I am.” Anna agreed with a polite smile.
“If I had known you were planning on joining us I would have made sure the place was better maintained.” The man with the tucked in shirt and corny tie said.
“Don’t worry about it; it was spur of the moment.” Anna admitted. “I was just catching up with an old friend and we’d go to the one in Cerulean City all the time. Just thought it would be fun for old time's sake.”
“Well if there’s anything, anything you need please don’t hesitate to ask.” he said gripping Anna’s hand while Anna sported a look on her face saying she’d rather be anywhere but here.
“Sorry about that.” Anna mumbled with her eyes cast down to the plastic table once the coast was clear. Why couldn’t people understand she just wanted to be left alone she thought with a heavy sigh. She didn’t want special treatment or people getting nervous at her mere presence. She just wanted to be a normal 22 year old. What would Emily think of her now?
“It’s alright.” Emily said with a slight grimace as she felt the intensity of her fellow patrons stares almost as if they were judging her. Yes, that was it. It was as if she could hear them say “Why is someone like you hanging out with someone like Anna. Emily swallowed the lump in her throat as she realized Anna was far out of her league now. She was elite and Emily was...Emily? Then again Anna was always out of her league, so why were they together back then? That’s right, Emily thought, I reminded her of her sister. No wait, I AM her sister. At least I used to be. That’s it! “Hey, Anna?” Emily mumbled quietly so that the onlookers couldn’t hear.
“Yeah?” Anna said lifting her head trying to read the girls expression.
“When we get to your place, could you tell me about Izzy?” Emily asked. “I’m just curious about my past.” Which was technically true, Emily thought. It’s not everyday you find out you are not who you thought you were. She had only gotten a faint idea from Rachel as to what happened. Rachel also never omitted the story of her having peed in Rachel’s lap when they first met in order to embarrass her and that was before the memory wipe.
Anna seemed a bit surprised at first, but nodded. “I’m ready whenever you are. I have photo albums at home.”
To say Emily was shocked at the size of the house -no mansion- was an understatement. Anna lived here?! No wonder they were joking about her not having space. It was a hike just getting to the front door she thought as her and Anna walked the long path that led from the gate to the entrance. She couldn’t help but notice the property itself looked unkept. The lawn was high, weeds were growing wildly in the once lush flowerbeds, and plants themselves seemed to be dying out.
“Guess I shouldn't have gotten rid of the gardener.” Anna admitted as she watched Emily looking about. “When I came back to live here it felt uncomfortable to have staff, but I guess somethings I should have kept.”
“What kind of people worked here?” Emily asked as Anna dug through her pockets and produced a key.
“Butlers, gardeners, chefs, nannies, drivers, accountants, maids.”
“Wow, and you let them all go?” Emily asked before she was left speechless as the front door opened to reveal the immaculate lobby.
“Thought I didn’t need them.” Anna said letting Emily look around. “Like I said I kept Olga for company, but she does a damn good job keeping the place looking great.”
“Why thank you, but I cou-” Olga said coming into the room when she heard the front door open but froze when she saw Emily. The 19 year old stood awkwardly next to Anna as she felt herself getting scanned under the blond womans gaze.
“Umm, this is Emily.” Anna said breaking Olga’s stare.
“Emily?” Olga said in more of a question than a statement as she glanced from Anna to the new girl and back. “Right, sorry” She finally said. “I must be imagining things. Would you like anything, Emily?”
“No, thank you.” Emily said unconsciously stepping closer towards Anna. Emily was soon led through a tour of the house as the girls eyes grew wider and wider with each room she was shown. “How many people live here?” Emily asked gawking when she learned of the many rooms and square footage.
“Just Olga and I.” Anna said with a shrug. “I don’t see her much though, I spend most of my time in my room. This place kind of creeps me out to be honest.”
“Really, why?” Emily asked as they climbed the large staircase to the second floor.
“I remember it being full of people, before everything happened it was busy and lively. Now it’s just empty and depressing.” Anna said before pausing at the top of the stairs and trailing her hand down the banister. “Heh, I remember we’d always slide down this thing and Olga would get so mad. You broke your arm falling off, and I got in so much trouble.” Anna laughed weakly. “We never did it again after that.” Emily flexed her arm and tried to remember a time where she ever broke it, but couldn’t remember. “Sorry.” Anna apologized as she led Emily down the hall to her room. “I know you’re not Izzy anymore.”
“What else did you guys do?” Emily asked.
“We’d get a mattress from the guest room and slide down the stairs. That was fun.” Anna said as she sat on her bed reminiscing. “Hey, come here. Want to see your room? My dad never touched it, everything is exactly as you left it.” She said leading Emily across the hall to the room opposite hers.
“Wow.” Emily said looking around. It was a 11 year olds paradise. Flat screen tv hanging over a large queen sized canopy bed, toys everywhere and wall to ceiling bookcase full of of books and dvds and the latest video game systems. Well the latest as of 8 years ago Emily thought. Walking to the nightstand Emily picked up a framed photograph to examine it closer. She smiled as stared at the photo of Anna wrapping her arms around the 10 year old Izzy which was unmistakably her. She looked so much healthier than the photo’s of the real Emily.
“Want to see more?” Anna asked.
“Yeah.” Emily said setting the photo down.
“I’ll grab the photo albums just meet me in my room.” Emily nodded giving the room a final once over before closing the door behind her. She crossed the hall and waited on Anna’s bed for ten minutes before getting up and looking around. I wonder if she’s still a perv, Emily thought peeking her head underneath the bed where she usually stashed her “toys” Yep, still a perv Emily thought with a smile before seeing something else amidst the collection of battery operated devices. She frowned slightly as she stood back up and sat back down on the bed. Guess she still has that problem too, she thought holding up the pull on night diaper in her hand.
“So I know you're technically too young, but I thought-” Anna said coming back in but froze when she saw what was in Emily’s hand.
“Sorry, uh, it was on the floor.” Emily said dropping it. Anna quickly snatched the diaper and threw it in a drawer blushing. “Still happening?” Emily asked.
“Yeah.” Anna muttered blushing. “It’s been worse since I came here.”
“Oh.” Was all Emily could think to say before suddenly spying what Anna had brought into the room. “Is that?”
“Champaigne. Want some?” Anna asked picking up the two glasses. “We’ll just pretend you're 21.
“Bad big sister.” Emily said with a smile. “Yes, please.” Anna poured out two glasses and joined her on the bed with the photo album as they each sipped from their glasses.
“Aww, you were so little!” Emily said looking at a picture of 4 year old Anna who was riding a tricycle outside. “So cute!” She giggled flipping through the dozens of pages of photographs.
“What? What’s so funny?” Anna asked giggling herself.
“I don’t know, I feel funny.” Emily said with a large smile plastered on her face.
“It couldn’t have been the nearly five glasses of alcohol you drank.” Anna said giggling as she herself felt foggy and lightheaded.
“You had more than I did!” Emily said hitting her with a pillow glad the awkwardness between them was finally gone thanks to a little help from, umm, whatever that was she drank.
“Want to do something fun?” Anna asked with a smile and glassy eyes.
This is a bad idea. This is a very bad idea Emily thought as she held on to Anna’s waist. Good bye mom, good bye Rachel. I’m sorry it had to end this way. “Ready?”Anna asked with a laugh holding on to the top of the stairs.
“No!” Emily said into Anna’s back as she held on as tight as she could. “I think I need another drink first, or five!”
“I’m going to do it!” Anna giggled gripping the stairs as she readied herself to push them down. “One! Two! Three!” Anna yelled as she pushed them off with her hands as they rode the mattress down the giant flight of stairs; each screaming all the way down until they roughly came to a stop halfway in the lobby. The both of them giggled madly as they tried to stand up before crashing into each other and falling back down.
“What in the world are you two doing?” Olga said looking down on the two girls as they tried again to pull themselves up.
“Juth having some fun.” Anna said as the two laughed at her slip up.
“Anna, are you drunk?” Olga asked narrowing her brows .
“A little.” Anna giggled.
“And here I thought my babysitting days were over.” Olga said throwing up her hands and leaving. “Don’t you dare break anything!” She yelled behind her.
“So.” Emily said as they stared at each other. “Again?”
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“I mith this.” Anna admitted lying back down on her bed in her room and enjoying the buzz.
“Miss wha?” Emily asked lying back next to Anna. “And I can’t belieth we drank that whole bottle.”
“Thith, the two of uth just hanging out, and you.”
“You miss me?” Emily asked sitting up to look at her.
“Thuh, of course I do, I hate it here.” Anna said slurring her words slightly. “Did you think I didn’t?”
“Well, yeah.” Emily admitted. “You were the one that left.”
“And i’ve regretted it every day since! We had a good thing and I blew it.” Anna said sitting up and facing Emily.
“You hurt me.” Emily said staring straight at Anna, her buzz giving her the courage to say what she couldn’t before. “You just up and left without even saying goodbye!”
`”Please, I’m sorry!” Anna said as her eyes filled with tears. “Please forgive me. We can forget this ever happened and go back.”
“No.” Emily said shaking her head as the room slowly spun. “We can’t go back and I don’t know if I could forgive you right now.”
“Oh.” Anna said sadly.
“Maybe if you asked me tomorrow when we’re not drunk.” Emily said resting her head on Anna’s stomach as she closed her eyes. “And I missed you too.” She said after a minute as she smiled as one of Anna’s arms wrapped around her as she heard her whisper in her ear.
“I never stopped loving you.”
“Who do you see me as now?” Emily asked twenty minutes later. “Am I Emily or am I Izzy?” She waited for an answer but all she got in return was some light snoring signaling that Anna was already passed out and soon Emily closed her eyes and did the same.
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“What happened to you two?” Daniel asked to the two girls who practically had to drag themselves into the office the next morning.
“Not so loud.” Anna moaned clutching her head.
“I’m never drinking again.” Emily said resting her head on the cool leather armrest.
“Celebrating too hard I see.” Daniel laughed as he opened up his brief case and pulled out some papers. “I’ll make it quick then. All you have to do is sign these papers and you’ll be apart of the Silph Co team.”
“What?” Emily asked looking up. “I thought you were just going to fund my research.”
“Well, yes, but you’ll be doing your research here in our lab as an employee.”
“Wait, so, I’d have to be here?” Emily asked. “How often?”
“We’re offering you a full time position at our company.” Daniel said. “So 40 hours a week, probably more once it’s ready to be marketed.”
“When would this start? What about the pokemon center?”
“Well, monday morning.” Daniel said. “If you wanted to wait a week or two to say good-bye to your friends…”
“Where would I live?” Emily asked. “I thought this was just a passing thought.”
“No, we’re quite serious about this and would like you to start right away.” Daniel said. “There’s plenty of apartments around here.”
“Just move in with me.” Anna blurted out.
“What?” Emily nearly shouted.
“You don’t have to stay in the room across from mine, there’s like 20 other rooms to pick from, plus a pool, a gym, a-”
“I-I guess.” Emily said feeling a little overwhelmed before looking up at Anna and taking a deep breath. “There’s something I have to do first.” Emily said as she walked closer to Anna.
“What?” Anna asked growing nervous as palms began to sweat. Emily beckoned her closer until they stood face to face. “What...do you need to do?”
“This.” Emily said as she suddenly pulled her arm back before punching Anna in the face. “Now I forgive you.” |
It's a bit short and I was going to have it keep going after this point, but I can't think of a better way to end this chapter.
Chapter 27
Images of the past flashed before the brunet's mind as she tossed and turned in her sleep while whimpering. Someone, help! Anyone! Why won’t they answer me? She struggled against the restraints that held her up into the seat as she hung upside in the wreckage. MOM! IZZY! SOMEBODY! The fourteen year old screamed and thrashed ignoring the sharp pains in her legs until she could bear it no more. Exhausted from the pain, she let herself go limp against the seat belt that kept her from falling onto the hood of the car. She could faintly hear the sounds of her little sisters shallow breathing as strange colors and images danced before her eyes. She felt dizzy and lightheaded, but chalked it up to having hit her head. Looking up she saw her legs pinned together by the seat in seat in front of her as her legs oozed purple goo that dripped onto her clothes and face. The family luggage separated her and her sister. Exerting all of her remaining strength she managed to dig a hole through all the stuff to make out her sister's limp body. She rested her head against a suitcase and closed her eyes trying not to vomit as her stomach did summersaults with the strange sensations.
Once she caught a moment's rest, she lifted her head and peeked through the hole once again. There was something in the way of her vision. What was it? She blinked and tried to focus her eyes, but it wouldn’t leave. Was it a pole? No a tree branch; it must be a tree branch she thought realizing the car was amongst a heavily wooded area. She felt the nausea return as she realized it was coming out of her sister's body. She turned her head and gagged as she felt vomit trickling into her hair. She could vaguely hear people talking outside. What were they saying?
“...The girl is the only survivor. The mother appeared to have died from a head wound. There’s another girl in the back, but I can’t get to her. She appears to be dead as well; her face is covered in blood.” The girl closed her eyes and leaned her head against the suitcase as tears streamed down her face. I’m the only survivor? Mom! Izzy! Please don’t leave me. She wanted to talk to the people that would rescue her, but she was slowly losing consciousness from being upside too long. When she opened her eyes again she could hear the car door open as people moved about inside. How much time has gone by? Why am I still here? She peeked her eyes through the hole and took in her sister’s pale lifeless features once more. She really was gone. The door closed as she could hear people walking away. No! Where are you going? Don’t leave me here…
Emily opened her eyes in the darkened bedroom that had once belonged to her. Try as she might she just couldn’t sleep. The bed was perfect; better than anything she had ever laid down on before as was the comforter wrapped around her. It was the softest material she had ever felt. It was pure bliss so why couldn’t she sleep she wondered. Namine and Roxas sure took to the rich lifestyle quickly she thought watching the two furry lumps peacefully sleeping atop the blankets together. After another fifteen minutes of tossing and turning she sat up and rubbed her eyes before glancing at the clock on Iz- her nightstand. 2 Am. She’d go back to the pokemon center today. It was the last day to make her decision and she’d decided no. How would she break the news to Anna though?
What was she thinking turning this down? Her brother and his wife were living with Delia and were expecting a baby in two months. Try as they might, they kept getting turned away at every house and apartment they looked at. Ash quit his job as a ranger once he got married because he wanted to settle down, but now no one would approve a loan. Here she was given the opportunity to live in a mansion with a great job and she was going to just throw it away. Why? Because Anna couldn’t see her as anything but Izzy still? Because it was too awkward? Because it hurt. The thing she wanted was so close, but so far away. The awkwardness between them came back as soon as their buzz was over.
Emily sighed in frustration. She was really going to miss this bed she thought as she slipped out of the covers and out the door. As she made her way down the hall she heard a loud thunk along with some yelling coming from across the hall. Emily paused and stared at the door belonging to her ex. “Anna?” She knocked on the door but there was no reply except for some moaning. Worried, Emily opened the door to find Anna trapped in a ball of blankets on the floor thrashing about and yelling. She wanted to laugh, but stopped smiling as soon as she realized the older girl was crying.
“Anna?’ Emily said coming to her side to free her from the tangled ball of sheets and blankets, but froze once she heard Anna mumbling something.
“Don’t leave me.” Anna muttered. Emily gulped. How did she find out? No, wait, she was still asleep. Emily turned on the bedside lamp after smelling something foul before seeing the mess Anna was in and kneeled down to free her. Her face was covered in sweat. The front of her pajamas were stained with last nights dinner that had also ended up in her hair.
“Anna wake up!” Emily said more firmly as Anna slowly opened her eyes as she briefly looked around but her eyes stayed unfocused. “You’re burning up!” Emily said frowning as she felt the girls forehead. She looked up at the bed and noticed the large wet stain across the sheets. She definitely wasn’t going back in her bed. “Can you sit up?’
“Mrm.” Anna groaned in response lifting herself up an inch before lying back on the floor and shaking her head and mumbled something that sounded like, “spinning.”
“Okay, just stay there.” Emily said grabbing the pillows off the bed and sliding them underneath Anna’s head before going back to work at untangling her to reveal the soaked sheets wrapped around her. After throwing her soiled bedding in a pile she ran to her room and grabbed the blanket after shooing away Namine and Roxas. She thought better of it after getting another glance at Anna before setting it next to her and grabbing a few things from the bathroom.
“Mom…” Anna mumbled half conscious. First I’m her sister, now i’m her mom. Great. Wait, it’s today! Emily cringed, how could she forget today was the anniversary of the crash and she was just going to leave her…
“I’m sorry, Anna.” Emily whispered kneeling down beside her taking in the sick girls state. “Let’s get these dirty clothes off you.” She said as Anna mumbled something in agreement as she closed her eyes and let Emily strip her without a fight.
“Sorry.” Anna mumbled. “Thought I’d be ok.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Emily said thinking for a moment before going to Anna’s dresser and pulling out the diaper she had found the other night after wiping all the sweat off Anna’s chest and arms. “Why didn’t you wear one?” Emily asked as she began wiping Anna’s lower half down.
“You were here.”
“So? Not like we’ve never seen each other in diapers.” Emily said as she lifted up one of Anna’s legs to wipe it off.
Anna shook her head. “Thought I’d be ok ‘cause you were here.” She whispered.
“Because you had Izzy back?” Emily asked as she finished taking care of Anna’s accident and began unfolding the diaper, but paused when Anna shook her head.
“Because I had Emily back.” Anna croaked as Emily sat in silence for a moment. Had she misjudged the situation? She quickly snapped out of her trance and continued diapering her.
“Heh, guess it’s my turn to help you.” Emily said with a smile as she finished with the tapes and placed another damp washcloth on Anna’s forehead.
“That better not be the same one you wiped my butt with.” Anna mumbled with a weak smile.
“Nah, but that’s a good idea.” Emily said as she lifted the washcloth off of Anna and motioned like she was going to swap them.
“Noo!!” Anna said weakly as Emily put the washcloth back.
“Here.” Emily said offering her a hand. “Let’s get you back into bed.”
After Emily had managed to half drag, half carry Anna across the hall she laid her down onto the bed. “Try and get some more rest.” Emily said covering Anna with the blanket. “Do you want anything?”
Anna mumbled as she closed her eyes. “I don’t want to be alone.”
“Want me to get Olga?”
“She’s off this week.” Anna said.
“Now of all times?” Emily asked with a sigh. “I’ll bring up some water and see what I can find for your fever.” She said before heading down to the kitchen and filling a pitcher. “Cups...cups… here we go.” She said before searching everywhere until she found an anti pyretic...that expired five years ago.
“Here, Anna, drink some water.” Emily said handing her a cup. “And in case you get sick again.” She said setting a trashcan beside the bed.
“Thank you.” Anna whispered taking a few sips and setting the cup on the nightstand before closing her eyes.
“You’re shaking,” Emily said. “I couldn’t find anything for your fever. Should I go to the store while you sleep ?”
“No,” Anna mumbled weakly . “I don’t want to go to sleep.”
“Why not? It’s late and you’re sick; you need to rest.” Emily said worried. She had never seen Anna like this before. Anna had always been the strong one whom Emily had relied on. What happened? Was she always like this at the anniversary of her family’s death? No way she could leave her like this.
“Then would you stay with me until I fall asleep?”
“Yes,” Emily decided as she climbed into bed next to her. “I’ll stay as long as you want me too.”
“Thank you.” Anna mumbled as she scooted closer to Emily who wrapped her arms around her and held Anna’s trembling body close. Wait, was this really all the fevers doing? There had to be something more.
“What’s wrong?” Emily asked as she ran her fingers through Anna’s hair as the brunette sobbed and shivered in her arms.
“I saw your bags were packed last night. You were going back weren’t you?”
“Yes,” Emily admitted after a moment of silence. There was no point in hiding it anymore.
“W-why? You could have everything here! A job, a home!” Anna pleaded.
“But what I want is you!”
“Then why would you leave? I’m right here!” Anna asked looking up at Emily with her tear streaked face.
“It’s not the same! You don’t want me the same way I want you and it hurts! You want a sister and I want my girlfriend. You want Izzy, but I’m not-” Emily said but was suddenly cut off by Anna’s lips forcefully pressed against hers until she pulled back. Emily looked at Anna’s face confused for a moment.
“Izzy liked mint while you like chocolate. Izzy was social while you’re book smart. Izzy loved to be babied and taken care of while you’re stubborn and independent. Izzy would run around naked if she could while you wouldn’t leave the house in anything less than a parka if you wouldn’t get heat exhaustion. Izzy was terrified of my dad while you dropped a dirty diaper on his face. Izzy died when she was 11. She’s gone; she’s not coming back! I’m sorry I didn’t see that before, but I do now! I love you- no! I’m IN love with you, Emily Ketchum. Please don’t go.” Anna begged as she searched Emily’s face.
Emily sat in stunned silence. Anna... still loves...me?
“If I still thought you were my sister would I want to do this?” Anna whispered in Emily’s ear before gently pulling her in for a deep kiss that left the two breathless when they broke apart. “I love you, Emily.” Anna whispered slowly stroking Emily’s tear streaked face with her warm palm.
“Either you’re telling the truth or you and your sister had a very messed up relationship.” Emily joked with a wide smile as tears with a different meaning spilled out before leaning forward and lightly kissing Anna on the forehead. “Go back to sleep and I’ll hold you and fight away your bad dreams.”
“And you’ll still be here when I wake up?” Anna asked snuggling into Emily’s outstretched arms.
“I promise there’s no where else I’d rather be. I’ll stay and take care of you like you took care of me.” Emily whispered.
“But what happens when I’m better?” Anna asked between yawns fighting against the sleep that was quickly overpowering her.
“Then I guess I’ll have to just stick around and wait for you to get sick again.” Emily answered with a smile lightly stroking Anna’s face as she watched her slip into a peaceful dreamless sleep. “I love you too, Anna.” she whispered before resting her head next to Anna’s and doing the same. |
Emily cringed as Anna began throwing up again for the twentieth time that day. She was in over her head she realized as Anna had failed to keep any of the medications she had bought her down. Even the tiniest sips of water ended up at the bottom of the trashcan by the bed. Emily set her book down on the adjoining seat on the couch in Izzy’s room as she reached for her cellphone to call for help.
“I’m fine.” Anna insisted wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she laid back down while letting out a moan that sounded inconsistent with her earlier statement. “I just need to sleep it off.”
“You’re not going to get much sleep when you keep choking on your own vomit.” Emily said before speaking with someone on the phone.
“Why won’t you cuddle with me anymore?” Anna asked with a weak smile patting the empty side of the bed next to her. “I thought you loved me.” Emily cringed and scooted a seat farther away from the bed making a cross with her fingers.
“I’ll love you from over here, okay? I called the pokemon center; someone will be here soon to give you something for the fever and nausea.” Emily said hanging up her phone.
“Since when does the pokemon center make house calls?” Anna muttered closing her eyes as she shivered underneath the blankets.
“It does when the patients a millionaire.”
“You didn’t say my name.”
“Uh...well...I know someone. Nurse Joy kinda pulled a few strings last year and got someone back into school there.” Emily said. “She agreed to come help you out.”
“An intern? They’re not going to be nervous dealing with me right?”
“No, you’ve met.” Emily said picking up her book.
“Am I going to get a shot?”
“Probably. Don’t cry.”
“I’m not going to cry.”
“You cried two days ago taking off a band-aid.”
“T-that was different!” Anna insisted with a pout. “It was stuck on my arm hair.” she mumbled closing her eyes only to be awakened a half hour later by voices coming down the hall.
“So where’s the patient?” A woman’s voice asked entering the room. “There she is.” Anna’s eyes went wide as she recognized the woman’s voice as an older version of Emily entered the room.
“It’s you! But how?” Anna muttered.
“It is I.” Rachel nodded smiling. “We really need to stop meeting like this, Anna.” She said setting her bag down on the bed before going through and pulling out some gloves. “So what’s the problem? I figured you learned your lesson last time with the poison oak so I’m going to assume it’s not that.”
“Vomiting, fever, chills, that sort of thing. I’ve tried giving her different fever reducers and things for nausea, but she can’t keep them down.” Emily said sitting back down on the couch.
“Hmm, it’s been going around this area pretty bad.” Rachel agreed pulling out a thermometer and putting it in Anna’s ear.
“Why does she get to have her temperature taken through her ear?” Namine asked with a tinge of jealousy.
“102.” Rachel read tossing the plastic tip in the trash before putting the thermometer back in her bag. “You’re also dehydrated.” Rachel announced after checking the elasticity of the skin on Anna’s hand. “Have you been drinking water?”
“She can’t keep it down.” Emily answered as Rachel came towards her.
“Alright, well, here’s the thing. The most important thing right now is to get her fever under control, but since she can’t stomach anything she’ll have to make do with these.” Rachel whispered holding up the package causing Emily to cringe.
“If it’ll help her… She might be too miserable to care and she did say she didn’t want a shot.” Emily said watching Rachel walk back over to the bed.
“Anna, you may not like it, but I have something that will help you feel better.” Rachel said softly patting the sick girl on the head to wake her up.
“Ok.” Anna mumbled.
“Do you want us to help you or do you want to administer it yourself?” Rachel asked before Anna mumbled something unintelligible which Rachel took as a, “you do it.” “Can you roll over on your stomach?”
“Argh.” Anna moaned in response at having to move as she plopped into her stomach and buried her face into her pillow. “Am I getting a shot?”
“No, hun” Rachel said pulling back the blanket to reveal Anna’s diaper underneath. “Go ahead and use your diaper if you need to before I take it off.”
“Ok.” Anna mumbled into her pillow without a second thought as she relaxed and soaked the padding underneath her with a faint hiss.
“Is that all you needed to do?” Rachel asked as she began tearing open the package.
“Yeah.” Anna mumbled after a pause unconvincingly.
“Are you sure? Don’t lie. I need you to be empty if this is going to work. It’s ok if you need to do more. Do you want me to go talk with Emmy for a few minutes over there?” Rachel asked after getting no response. Anna nodded her head reluctantly. “Alright, take your time, I’ll just be over here if you need me.” Anna cringed, but covered back up with the blanket, shut her eyes and set out to finish relieving herself. She had had to go pretty badly anyway and it saved an awkward confrontation with Emily she told herself as her bowels silently thanked her.
“How’s it going over here?” Rachel asked gently rubbing her back as she returned to check on her. “All done?” Anna simply nodded and refused to make eye contact. “Emily, can you bring her a change while I take care of this? Thank you for not putting up a fight.” She whispered as she pulled out some wet wipes from her bag and began taking care of the mess.
“Sorry.” Anna mumbled as she felt herself getting wiped down.
“Don’t worry, hun, I’ve been doing this all week.” Rachel said. “Being sicks no fun, but this will help you feel better.” Rachel said as she tossed the mess into the trash along with her gloves before getting some new ones along with a jar of medical jelly.
“What will help me feel better?” Anna asked as she began wondering why she had be empty first.
“I need you to be facing the other way.” Rachel explained from the side of the bed. “Can you get up on your knees and point your butt towards me please?” Rachel asked ignoring her question. “Try and relax. The more you relax the easier this will be.” She said as she got the two, white bullet shaped capsules ready as she dipped her finger into the jelly and coated the first one. “
“You’re about to put something in my butt, aren’t you?” Anna asked as something cold suddenly pressed against her and rubbed against her opening answering that question for her. “Argh!” She grimaced and unconsciously clenched.
“Relax, Anna, I can’t get it in if you don’t relax.” Rachel said as she continued trying to push the bullet into her tightly closed opening. “You need to relax!”
“Everything ok?” Emily asked returning with the extra diaper. “Umm…”
“I can’t get it in. She’s clenched up tight.” Rachel admitted setting everything down. “I need you to get her to relax.”
“How?” Emily asked standing beside the bed blushing bright red as Rachel whispered into her ear. “But..but..I don’t want to do that in front of you! You’re one of my moms!”
“I won’t be watching you, I promise. I’ll be too focused on this one’s butt.” Rachel said patting Anna’s bottom. “Now be a good girlfriend and go distract her.”
“Fine.” Emily said with a defeated sigh as she climbed into bed with Anna. “Hey, focus on me instead.”
“You’re going to have to do better than that!” Rachel said as she readied her second attempt.
“Hey,” Emily said slowly kissing down Anna’s neck as her hands found one of Anna’s breasts. “Relax.” she whispered as she began fondling it.
“Not really in the mood right now.” Anna growled through clenched teeth as she felt the bullet shaped object pressing against her.
“Would you rather be touching my boobs?” Emily asked slowly taking off her shirt.
“You...don’t ...have...any....boobs.” Anna whimpered causing Rachel to snicker as Emily’s right eye twitched in annoyance.
“Then what will get you in the mood I wonder.” She asked after recovering from the blow and kissing Anna’s neck again.
“You can start by getting your mom’s fingers away from my ass!” Anna growled giving Emily an idea.
“I think you like it.” Emily whispered continuing her assault. “I think you like my mom playing with your ass.”
“Emily!” Rachel said. “Leave me out of this.”
“It’s not the first time she’s touched you there, is it? I remember how much you enjoyed it last time.” Emily said with a smirk as Anna blushed bright red. “You were twitching having the both of us looking at you at the same time. Remember that?”
“I-it wasn’t like that!” Anna protested feeling all the blood rush towards her face.
“It’s okay, Anna, I won’t think any less of you for liking it. Being sandwiched between mother and daughter is lots of people's fantasy. Shh.” Emily said putting a finger to silence Anna’s protests. “Close your eyes and think about it, here I am playing with your breasts while my mom plays with your ass. I’ll let you enjoy it this once, it’s okay.”
“I’m not enjoying it!” Anna protested.
“It’s working.” Rachel said as she began slowly pushing the bullet into Anna’s rectum with her finger.
“Oh really? Then why are your nipples so hard?” Emily whispered before gently sucking on one of her breasts.
“First one’s in!” Rachel said keeping her finger in place while she readied the second with her other hand. “You’re halfway done, Anna, you’re doing good. Emily, I’m not even going to ask what you’re doing over there, but keep it up .”
Anna grimaced feeling Rachel's finger slowly pulling out of her. “Don’t worry, she’s almost done.” Emily said with a more sympathetic smile. “I’ll hold you till it’s over. You don’t have any strength left to clench with.” Anna nodded her head and allowed her weak trembling body to fall into Emily’s arms. “Shh, I got you.”
“If you want to stay like that, can you roll onto your side and bring your right knee towards your chest? Yes, just like that. This one is for your nausea.” Rachel explained slowly pushing it in with much less difficulty. “Second one is in! You did it!” She said keeping her finger in place for a few more seconds to hold it in.
“Is it over?” Anna mumbled with her eyes shut tight resting her head against Emily’s chest.
“Yeah it’s over.” Emily whispered back giving her a reassuring squeeze with her arms.
“It’s quite the place you got here.” Rachel said tossing her gloves and unfolding the diaper. “On your back so I can get this on you, then you can go back to sleep.”
“It used to be a small resort for a couples retreat before it went under.” Anna explained rolling off Emily and scooting back towards the pillows once the fresh diaper was secured to her waist.
“Fancy.” Rachel said covering Anna with a sheet and tucking her in. “You’re severely dehydrated, so stay in bed and make sure to drink plenty of water.”
“I can still get up to go to the bathroom though, right?” Anna asked.
“I think it would be safer if you stay in bed the rest of the day. Isn’t that why you’re wearing diapers?”
“She wets the bed.” Emily said from her spot on the couch half asleep as Anna blushed.
“I don’t want to bother Em with this.” Anna mumbled mid yawn.
“Don’t worry about her,” Rachel said. “If you gotta go, just go. You’re sick; it’s okay. She of all people understands. Don’t force yourself to get up if you’re body’s not ready. You can try and get up in a few hours, but if you feel lightheaded or dizzy at all; I want your butt back in bed.”
“Ok…” Anna mumbled closing her eyes. “Thank you...mom.”
“She’s out of it.” Rachel said sitting on the couch next to Emily after closing the curtains around the bed to block out the light.
“Yeah,” Emily agreed. “It’s the anniversary and then she got the stomach flu on top of it.”
“Poor thing.” Rachel said with a frown. “I left some more suppositories on the nightstand in case she needs them. The blue package is for nausea and the white one’s for her fever. It’s still early in the day; so give her one of each before you go to bed.”
“Ok, thanks for coming by the way.”
“Too bad I’ve only gotten to meet her under these kinds of circumstances.”
“Yeah.”
“I’d go wash up if I were you; unless you want what she has.”
“Ugh, no! There’s a whole bath house downstairs with a ten people sized tub from it’s resort days.” Emily said stretching. “I think I’ll go soak for a bit.”
“Really?” Rachel asked while her eyes lit up. “C’mon then,” Rachel said getting up and dragging Emily along by the hand. “Let’s go take a bath!”
“W-wait! Both of us?” Emily asked uncertain while she got dragged along.
”I’m not passing up the chance to have a public bathhouse to ourselves. Consider it a surcharge for my services. You’ll be washing my back.”
“Don’t they have one at the pokemon center?” Emily asked leading Rachel into the changing area while she went on ahead to fill up the tub.
“Yeah, with a bunch of screaming girls. It’s hardly relaxing.” Rachel yelled back as she undressed and put her clothes in an empty locker. “You didn’t tell me until this morning you were in town! How long are you staying for?”
“Permanently.” Emily answered slipping back into the changing area as she sat on the thin wooden seat that stretched the length of the locker room. “Anna asked me to move in.”
“But what about the internship? ” Rachel asked with a disapproving frown. “You only have a year left. Weren’t you guys only dating for a few months?”
“I’m taking a full time research position at Silph Co. They liked my work with the berries and want to market it. I thought it was just Anna being nice, but the CEO wants me to make more in the lab once he saw my notes.”
“Emmy! That’s great! But couldn’t you just get your own apartment? Aren’t you two moving kind of fast?” Rachel asked.
“Umm, you can go in. I’ll just be a minute.” Emily mumbled waiting for Rachel to leave so she could get undressed alone. “Besides this place is huge; it’s not like we’re sharing an apartment.”
“I guess that’s true.” Rachel yelled from the tub while Emily quickly undressed and covered herself before entering. “Lose the towel.” Rachel said while she rolled her eyes and dunked her head undeath the water. “Ahh, this is so nice.”
“Here,” Emily said setting down a basket of different kinds of soaps and loofahs with one hand and covering herself with the other before gently lowering herself into the water.
“Ooh, bubbles!’”Rachel said inspecting the basket's contents. “Want to take a bubblebath, Emmy?” She said with a laugh while Emily agreed and closed her eyes. “Now I see why you want to move in.” Rachel said stretching out on the seats next to her. “I envy you.”
“It’s not the only reason, but it doesn’t hurt.” Emily agreed. “Once I get settled in I was thinking of asking her if Ash and them could move in also since there’s like twenty something bedrooms here. I’m sure they don’t want to live with my mom forever.”
“That would be nice, last I talked to him they said they’re dying to get out.” Rachel said with a laugh.
“I’m sure Anna wouldn’t mind if you moved in either; she likes you.” Emily said stealing the occasional glance at the markings on Rachel’s chest. She had never seen her naked before as far as she could recall.
“I would too, as long as she doesn’t have some kind of mother- daughter fetish now thanks to you.” Rachel teased before grabbing some shampoo. “Come over here, Emmy.” She said lathering it up in her hands as Emily scooted over. “So are you going to stare at my boobs this whole time or are you going to ask?” Rachel said as Emily turned dark red.
“I’m sorry, Rachel! I was just wondering what those were.” She mumbled as her biological mother began lathering shampoo into the girl’s hair. “Are those...teeth marks?”
“Yes, you were quite the biter when you were nursing.” Rachel said.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t- wait a minute; babies don’t have teeth!”
“11 year old babies do.” Rachel calmly replied.
“You were breastfeeding me when I was 11?!? Emily practically yelled. “What? How? Why? That’s weird…” She said cringing. “Who knew about this?”
“I didn’t really have a choice; you wouldn’t eat or nurse from a bottle for the first month.” Rachel explained. “Only the Dr. and I know. He gave me some hormone patches when we realized why you weren’t eating, so please don’t tell your mom. She still gets a little jealous about that first year.” She explained as they sat quietly for a bit. “You know we’ve never really talked about what happened.”
“Yeah, I know.” Emily mumbled as she let Rachel scrub her hair clean.
“Is there anything you want to know? We could talk about it if you want; I don’t have work until tomorrow morning.” Rachel suggested. “Go ahead and dunk your head in.”
“Anna said I’m not like Izzy anymore; am I like Emily?” she asked after coming back up from the water.
“Well, the two of you do have similarities, but you were twins after all.” Rachel replied after thinking about it “ I watched Emily grow up as a neighbor; not as her mom. I didn’t really get to know her until it was too late.”
“Why did Delia raise us? Did you not want to be our mom?” Emily asked.
“I wanted to be your mom very much so; I just couldn’t raise two baby girls by myself, or even one.”
“Who’s my dad?” Emily asked after a moment of silence causing Rachel to sigh.
“I don’t know.” Rachel admitted after a moment. “I don’t even know how I got pregnant. Well, I know how, but I don’t know when. I was walking back to the Pokemon Center here in Saffron one night and the next thing I knew; I woke up in the hospital the next morning. Dr. said I was drugged. Two months later I was in with morning sickness and they said I was pregnant.”
“Rachel, I’m so sorry. No wonder you tried to..”
“Emily, look at me. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, besides your brother, Thomas. I don’t know what happened; I don’t want to know what happened. All I know is that I have the most wonderfulest, beautifulest and smartest daughter because of it. I’m only sorry I couldn’t be the mom I wanted to be back then and give you a normal life. Just know I love you, Emmy.” She said looking Emily dead in the eye with her hands gripping the girls shoulders.
“I love you too, Ra-...mom.” Emily said with misty eyes.
‘C’mere, you.” Rachel said throwing her arms around the nineteen year old and pulling her into a bear hug.
“Mom?” Emily asked looking up at her. “I don’t know who I am! If I’m not Izzy and I’m not Emily, who am I?
“You’re my Amy.” Rachel whispered. “You’re who you are supposed to be.” |
The Final Chapter
The soon to be twenty four year old brunette stood anxiously outside awaiting her new housemates. Although Emily had tried to reassure her several times that her brother was “one of the good guys” the thought of letting a former team rocket member move into her home just seemed like a terrible idea. Anna let out a nervous sigh as she shifted from foot to foot while she waited for the moving van. Emily had asked her so nicely; how could she say no to those pretty green eyes? It also didn’t help that she had asked her in front of Olga. Anna was surprised at her at first expecting Olga to immediately call her into the other room for a “talk” but as soon as she heard Emily mention the eight month pregnant wife bit, her eyes lit up at the prospect of a baby around the house.
“Damn you.” Anna had muttered underneath her breath as Emily just sat back and smiled while taking a sip from her tea. Emily had known exactly what she was doing leaving Anna forced to cave in. One of the drawbacks to dating an evil genius she supposed.
A white van pulled up snapping Anna from her thoughts as it came to a stop at the end of the driveway. She stood awkwardly to the side as Emily raced to greet her older brother excitedly while Anna shyly examined her fingernails. She wasn’t really paying attention to the Machops that made their way to the back of the truck to begin unloading or to the other passenger that held her enormous pregnant belly and wiggled out. It wasn’t even until Emily spoke that Anna had even lifted her head.
“Anna, I’d like you to meet Ash.” she said standing in front of her as Anna gave a half wave to the man. Now that he was clean shaven she couldn’t help but notice he had a severe case of baby face and looked nothing like Emily. (Thankfully) He had apparently grew his hair out once again and wore baggy jeans and a T-shirt looking much more like the pictures Emily had shown her rather than the grungy Team Rocket member. His brown eyes sparkled looking up at the building in amazement.
“Is someone going to help me or what?” A woman’s voice called out gripping her sore back as she leaned against the moving van for support. It wasn’t until she had spoken that Anna had even looked to see who it was. Her jaw nearly dropped as she gazed upon the former gym leader and extremely pregnant red head.
“M-misty?!” Anna said is shock looking her up and down.
“Silph,” Misty said with a smirk as she nodded her head in acknowledgement. “So is there, like, anywhere I can sit down? My back is killing me.”
“Yeah, sorry! Here.” Anna said scrambling as she lead her inside to the living room guiding her to the leather couches and ottoman.
“You live here by yourself? This place is huge!” Misty said “oohing” and “aweing” at everything.
“Well, I used to sort of. Just me and a family friend. Then Emily and then Rachel, and now you guys. It’s been nice to have the company, this place used to feel so empty, but it’s starting to feel more and more like home.”
“We really want to thank you for letting us move in! I swear if I had to spend one more day with his mom!” Misty said as Anna laughed. After digging around in her purse (more like the size of a diaper bag) for a moment she produced a medium box and handed it over to Anna with a wink. “A present for the happy couple.”
Curious, Anna peaked inside after tearing open the sides and began glowing a bright red before quickly shutting the lid. “I, umm, we’re, umm, ahh.” She choked out in embarrassment while Misty laughed. “We’re, not...like...together together...we’re just...together.” Anna managed to say with a disappointed sigh after recovering from the contents inside the box.
“Meaning…?” Misty said motioning with her hand for more details as Anna turned red once again.
“Meaning, you know...we’re dating again, but not, ah...not…we each have our own room, so...”
“Oh, I see.” Misty said stretching out and putting her swollen ankles up on the ottoman to rest. “She’s still scared of getting too close.”
“I wish I could prove I’m not going to leave again.” Anna said sitting next to her.
“Maybe she needs to see that you two can have a future together. That it’s not just a fling or hookup like it was before, but that you’re serious.” Misty suggested. “Oh by the way, we want you to pick our daughters name.”
“Yeah, but how and, wait, WHAT?” Anna said turning to look towards her with bulging eyes. “I think your hormones are making you go crazy.”
“Ash and I have talked it over and as a thank you for rescuing us, we’d like you to pick out the name.” Misty repeated. “But don’t you dare pick anything dumb or I swear…”
“I don’t know, that’s an awful lot of pressure, I mean, can I at least think about it? I don’t have to pick right now, right?”
“You have a month, just pick something that goes with ‘Ketchum.’”
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Two weeks had passed since Misty and Ash had moved in and everything had been...surprisingly nice. Anna had missed being around people when she came home from work and it was like they were a family. Ash hung around the house while Misty yelled at him to get a job. (Or at least give her a foot rub) Olga, Misty, Rachel and Emily planned out the nursery picking out various designs and patterns while Anna re-hired some of the staff. Daniel had projected the sales of Emily’s products to bring in quite a bit of money, and everyone agreed she really needed to do something about the landscaping. A couple calls later they now had a few gardeners, a chef, and a couple maids.
Misty’s words rang in Anna’s ears for the last week as she thought about them again and again. How could she show Emily that she was serious? `A crazy thought had popped into her head and immediately she dismissed it. She couldn’t do THAT, right? That was way too extreme. She didn’t want to freak Emily out. There had to be other ways to show her she was committed to the idea of the two of them being together.
A sudden knock on her bedroom door brought her back as she sat up from her head as Emily popped her head in. “Hey.” Anna said motioning her in as the black haired girl entered and closed the door behind her.
“You’ve been up here for a while, I was just wondering what you were up to.” Emily said falling back onto the bed.
“Just thinking.” Anna said.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Emily asked propping herself up on her elbows.
“The future I guess,” Anna said. “I still can’t believe they want me to name the baby.”
“How do you think I feel! They want me to be the godmother!” Emily said. “I don’t know the first thing about babies!”
“Aww, I think you’d make a good mom.” Anna said rolling over and pinning Emily down staring into her green eyes.
“You think so?” Emily asked looking up.
“Yeah” Anna whispered lightly kissing the girl underneath her trying to gauge Emily’s willingness to participate. Maybe tonight they could finally… Anna smiled lightly as she shouted “YES” in her mind as Emily’s lips followed hers. Their kisses started out slow and gentle, but grew more passionate by the second. Their tongues intertwined as Emily wrapped her arms around Anna’s back pulling her in closer until Anna was merely lying on top of her. Anna gently caressed one of the younger girls arms as they slowly broke apart to breathe.
“That was nice.” Anna said softly locking eyes with her partner as she gently brushed away Emily’s bangs with one hand while her other held Emily’s palm. Anna wanted to move her hand down and tease the girl. She wanted to make her wiggle and moan and cry out. But for now, this was enough. It was still an improvement and she could see the look of hesitation and fear in Emily’s eyes. Anna knew that look. She’d have to wait still, but she’d wait for as long as necessary. Emily meant the world to her; she was so much more than a hook-up in a hospital room. She smiled down at her, lightly kissed Emily one last time and rolled off. (albeit reluctantly)
“We don’t have to.” Anna said caressing her face with her palm as Emily turned to face her.
“Thank you.” Emily said holding Anna’s palm in place. “Can we just lay here together and cuddle?”
“Of course.” Anna said holding her close to her chest and breathing in her scent. It was probably the craziest, stupidest idea she’d ever had, but at that moment while she held her girlfriend close, she’d gladly give up anything and everything to make this last forever. “I love you.” Anna whispered giving her an affectionate squeeze. “Take all the time you need; I’ll still be here waiting whenever you’re ready.”
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There was so much planning to do, Anna thought browsing through the display cases. She had told Emily that the backyard was completely off limits the night she had made up her mind to do this. Contractors had come from all over to put this project into motion. There was going to be a garden, a pool, a waterfall, lights, a pond ( At Misty’s insistence for her pokemon) and lots of grass for Namine and Roxas to run around. Most importantly though, it was where she was going to ask Emily to marry her. (It was legal now after all! Controversial, but legal)
This had to be a terrible idea, they had never really been dating that long. A few months here and a few months there. It had been up and down, but the times Emily had been in her life had been the best while that two year period without her in her life had been one of the worst. Sure, the Silph name might get a bit tarnished (again) and maybe there would even be a boycott (again) but hell! She could lose the mansion, the money, everything if it meant being together with her every night. Those nights together in that tiny little room in the pokemon center had been the best of her life.
Everything that the commission driven sales lady showed her just seemed so gaudy, showy and expensive. Anna doubted Emily would even like something this large. There had to be something more conservative something like...that! It was perfect! It was a simple gold band with a blue sapphire stone in the middle surrounded by tiny diamonds.
“That one.” Anna said confidently as the sales woman frowned and watched her commission going down the toilet.
“But a lady of your stature would surely be more interested in one of these perhaps?” She said pointing at more of the rings in the same price range as a house.
“No, that one.” Anna said as the woman reluctantly retrieved it. Anna smiled as she held the ring in between her fingers flipping it over and admiring it. It was beautiful, but not too flashy. “I’ll take it!” Anna exclaimed as she watched the now depressed sales woman wrap it in a box for her.
Now came the hard part. Did she ask Delia or did she ask Rachel?
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Why in the world did Anna want her to run to the store at this hour, Emily thought walking along outside with arms ladled with grocery bags. She had even gone out of her way to make her a special birthday dinner, (It was the only thing she could really think of doing for the girl who already had everything) only to be interrupted and shoe’d out. She could always do THAT she supposed. Was Anna expecting her too? It was her birthday after all, but every time they had even come close Emily panicked and froze. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, she really did, but she still feared being abandoned. It would only hurt more if they had that kind of relationship if something happened.
“She said she’d wait for me.” Emily muttered to herself. Would it be too selfish of her if she still couldn’t even tonight of all nights? Everytime she had asked Anna what she wanted for her birthday the girl just suspiciously smiled and replied that she only wanted to hear the word “yes”.
“She’s definitely expecting sex.” Emily mumbled slightly fidgeting at the thought. It had been so long since they had last done anything like that. The most intimate moment they’ve shared since getting back together was Emily shoving a suppository up her ass while Anna screamed over and over “I hate you!”
It definitely it didn’t help her nerves after getting nosey and peeking in the box Misty had given her in Anna’s room that she had left on her dresser. Was she expecting to use THAT? It was huge! (at least to her) Anna had used that Diglett vibrator on her that one time, but it hadn’t actually, what’s the phrase...popped her cherry. While the previous experience had been quite enjoyable, and then some, the thought of using THAT thing terrified her. It would definitely (physically speaking) take her virginity. Was she technically still a virgin? Did fingers really count? Wasn’t that just considered third base? Could the two of them ever really get passed third base?
With that thing they probably could. It had an two ends, and if each of them took an end and thrust back and forth...Wait what was she thinking about?! Now she was just getting herself all worked up and...hot.
Emily winced slightly at the odd feeling coming over her. Such a strange wave of heat had quickly emerged. It had been so long since she had felt this. Was she getting turned on? Emily shifted her legs in place as the feeling of warmth and wetness became more and more apparent. She’d have to hurry home now and initiate if she wanted to do this. Anna had been patient long enough she decided. It was her birthday, and after everything she had given Emily and her family, she deserved to have this one special night.
“I’m back!” Emily yelled entering the house expecting to see everyone there. Wait, where was everyone? It was already 6:30 pm and she had told everyone that they’d be celebrating Anna’s birthday tonight. Instead it was dark and it felt empty. “Hello?” Emily called out.
“I’m back here!” Anna yelled opening up the patio door and coming back inside.
“Where is everyone? We were supposed to all be having dinner” Emily asked “And why is it so dark?”
“I asked them to leave.” Anna said. “It’s just us tonight.”
“Oh,” Emily said as her heart began thumping wildly in her chest. This was definitely unexpected. Unexpected, but not unwanted. “So...then...what’s the...plan?”
“I want to show you what I’ve been working on. It’s finally finished.” Anna said with a grin taking the girl by the hand and leading her to the backyard.
Emily’s mouth nearly dropped as she took in the scenery. The once dead and overgrown backyard had been transformed into a beautiful oasis. White lights were strung up everywhere, candles had been set and lit on the pavement that surrounded the pool which had been scrubbed clean and refilled with fresh water. A waterfall had been built over the pool as it splashed into the water below. Different colored roses and flowers had been planted all around the now enormous garden where a hammock was tied up between two palm trees.
“Amazing! They were able to build all this in two weeks?” Emily asked stunned.
“Amazing how helpful people can be when they know you’re a millionaire.” Anna said with a smile. “Do you like it?”
“I love it! It’s so pretty!” Emily exclaimed taking it all in.
“Would you...like to swim for a bit?” Anna asked quietly. “I was thinking we could swim for a little while before dinner and then swing in the hammock and look at the stars.”
“I’d love too, but I don’t have a swimsuit, if I knew you were going to do this I would have bought one and…”
“There’s a reason we’re alone.” Anna whispered gently kissing her and wrapping her arms around her. “Are you interested?”
So it was that kind of swim Emily thought with a blush as her body began to heat up in anticipation. Sex was definitely what Anna had wanted tonight and this must have been the question she wanted a “yes” too. But skinny dipping? Really? Sure they had seen each other naked before, but never this...out in the open. It was always in the privacy of their room or something. What if someone came home early? What if something happened? It was so embarrassing and yet exciting. Looking around at everything, Anna sure had put a lot of work and thought into tonight. It was pretty romantic what with the lights and candles.
“O-ok.” Emily agreed with a deep blush.
Anna smiled widely at her answer. She hadn’t really expected Emily would agree to this, and this hadn’t even been part of her original plan until the girl admitted she didn’t have a bathing suit. Did this mean she was ready? She’d take it slow in case she changed her mind. “Arms up.” Anna whispered as Emily hesitantly obeyed with a blush as Anna slowly removed the younger girls shirt. Still couldn’t fit into a bra, Anna thought with a chuckle. Soon the two stood side by side completely naked as they shivered slightly in the chilly night air.
“On three! One! Two!” Anna yelled as the two ran towards the water. “Three!” They both giggled and splashed together when they resurfaced.
“The water’s pretty warm.” Emily said a bit surprised. She had expected to be jumping into a bucket of ice, but was instead pleasantly reminded of a warm bath, almost like a much larger version of the bathhouse.
“It’s nice.” Anna agreed floating on her back completely uncaring of her state of undress. Emily was a bit more reluctant but after a while found herself more and more at ease. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable at all to be like this with her, she thought swimming back and forth in water.
Emily swam to the edge of the pool and looked up at the hammock tied in between the two palm trees. ‘Uh-oh” she thought with a smile seeing the bottle wine and cups at the base. This time she’d have to be more careful, but at least the situation wasn’t tense like it was last time. She saw something funny at the base of one of the trees, it almost looked like duct tape, but she shrugged thinking nothing of it and swam back towards the middle of the pool. It was then that she noticed Anna was missing until she saw an arm beckon her from behind the waterfall. Emily gulped swallowing her nerves. This is it, she thought. At least IT wasn’t out here.
Anna smiled as Emily ducked behind the waterfall to join her as she pulled herself up to sit on the rocky ledge and lean against the wall. Her eyes widened in surprise as Emily pulled herself up and sat in her lap sideways facing her. Also surprising that Emily was the one to initiate the first of many deep and passionate kisses between the two of them that left each wanting more as they fidgeted and rocked in place. Emily’s hand eventually moved down from behind Anna’s head as it slowly teased and inched it’s way towards Anna’s chest as she let out a soft moan in approval. Please, please don’t stop halfway through tonight, Anna mentally begged as every kiss and touch lit her up more and more. She was terrified to pull away and see that look again in Emily’s eyes that secretly asked to stop, but she couldn’t enjoy it fully until she knew for sure.
Emily was panting softly in exhaustion while Anna pulled away for a moment and locked eyes seemingly searching for something. She knew something in her eyes always betrayed her every time they had tried to be intimate. Even though she had always said it was ok, or even when she herself had taken the initiative a bit, there was a look in them that gave away her true feeling to Anna that she wasn’t ready. Would tonight prove the same she wondered? No, she really did want this for real this time.
“Do you want to stop?” Anna had asked once again.
“No, please don’t stop!” Emily answered.
Anna smiled widely as she looked her girlfriend in the face. Tonight there was no hesitation and her eyes seemed to hold a spark to them almost begging for more. She had never seen this look before and Anna was only too happy to oblige as they continued where they left off now with a clear conscious and no reason to hold back anymore. Anna’s hands worked their way up and down her partner's body feeling every inch of her while they continued to passionately make out.
This time Anna’s hand didn’t stop at the bottom of her stomach or diverge down her thigh as it reached the outside of Emily’s lips slowly teasing. Her fingers made contact with her clit as she gently traced circles as Emily moaned and rocked in her lap.
“S-stop.” Emily said suddenly as Anna’s heart sunk into the pit of her stomach. Was this as far as she could go tonight? Had she accidently crossed a line she shouldn’t have? Everything was going so well though! “I-t’s not like that!” Emily said quickly at seeing the look of utter disappointment on Anna’s face. “I have to pee.” She mumbled as Anna breathed a sigh of relief.
“Not in the pool you’re not.” Anna said with a mischievous smile. She’d pay for scaring her she thought motioning the girl off her lap as the two stood up.
“So is there a bathroom back here?” Emily asked shifting from foot to foot.
“Yeah” Anna said taking her by the hand and leading her towards a small building but stopping in front of a flower patch. “Here you are.”
“Thanks.” Emily said paying no attention at the stop until she tried the door only to find it locked. “Umm…”
“Oh, sorry I forgot, It’s not finished getting built yet.” Anna said with a sly smile.
“Then where…” Emily began to ask following Anna’s eyes as her face began to glow bright red. “No way!”
“But the bathrooms all the way back in the house.” Anna said faking a pout and dragging Emily back into the grass by the flowers before coming up from behind and wrapping her arms around her stomach and chest to lock her in place. “Or we can just continue where we left off right now while you let it out where you stand.” Anna whispered lowering one of her hands in between the girls fidgeting legs as she began to move a finger inside of her slowly pushing in and out as Emily’s legs began to wobble as she moaned.
“That’s it just relax and enjoy it.” Anna whispered. “I’ll make you cum while you pee.”
Emily bent forward slightly at the waist as she spread her legs to give Anna more room to work with. It felt so good! What exactly was she so afraid of? Her body tensed and clamped down tightly onto Anna’s finger as it worked it’s way in and out of her.
“More…” Emily begged leaning her body back into Anna’s for support as an extra finger joined the fray upon request. Anna pulled her fingers out and instead began rubbing Emily's clit with the palm of her hand as Emily danced in place.
“Go on, I know you want to.” Anna said. “Won’t it feel good to finally pee? Then we can lay in the hammock together where I’ll finish the job.”
Emily moaned but stopped squirming and relaxed as Anna moved her hand away and wrapped her arms around the girl enjoying the show. At first only a little bit came out as it leaked down Emily’s leg as she adjusted her position better. Suddenly Anna pulled her back as she lifted her up underneath her knees and spread her legs open. Emily had no idea Anna was so strong and it caught her completely off guard so much that she had lost all hold on her full bladder and peed in a full arc into the flower bed while Anna held her up.
“That sure looks like it feels good.” Anna teased while watching over Emily’s shoulder as her pee made a loud pattering sound as it landed into the various plants before finally dying off into nothing more than a few drops.
While completely embarrassing, Emily couldn’t deny it had indeed felt amazing and oddly satisfying watching such a perfect arc as if she was a boy. “Bet you can’t do that.” Emily challenged for the fun of it once Anna had set her down.
“You want to bet?” Anna asked with a grin glad to see she wasn’t in trouble.
“Yeah, prove me wrong right now.” Emily said with her arms crossed. “If you can make an arc like that I’ll-” She whispered the last part in Anna’s ear as she raised her eyebrows in interest. “But if you can’t you have to do that to me.” Emily said confidently. She had never been on the receiving end of oral sex without reciprocating at the same time and was also eager to watch Anna fail spectacularly at her challenge.
“Fine.” Anna said with a smirk as she spread her legs, bent slightly at the knees and using two fingers in a V formation pulled up and pushed creating a nearly perfect golden arch most of which splattered loudly into the already wet plants. When she was done she turned to find Emily standing in awe her mouth slightly ajar. “Happy birthday to me.” Anna said with a smirk.
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The two laid together in the hammock in post coital bliss gently rocking in the gentle breeze as Anna held Emily close as she tried to find the right words to say. Tonight had been perfect, more than Anna had ever expected (where had Emily learned to do THAT?) but there was still that major question she had yet to bring up. With the box taped securely to the base of the tree all Anna had to do was reach over and grab it. But how to start that conversation.
“So did you get what you wanted for your birthday?” Emily asked resting her head against Anna’s chest and loving every minute of the after sex cuddling as Anna gently ran her fingers through her hair.
“I’m having a great birthday and I haven’t even asked you what I wanted to ask you.” Anna said finding a way to drop the hint.
“Huh?” Emily asked opening her eyes. “Sex wasn’t the question?”
Anna furrowed her eyebrows. “Of course not, don’t get me wrong, it was great, but it wasn’t what I was going to ask you. I wasn’t going to pressure you into doing it because it was my birthday.”
“Oh…” Emily said...Oops.
“Well, what I wanted to ask you about was...well… if you wanted to become a Silph again?”
“You...want me to be Izzy?” Emily frowned.
“No, no, Izzy is gone. I want you to be Emily. Emily Silph.” Anna said quietly.
“You...want me to change my last name to Silph?” Emily asked confused. This girl was supposed to be a genius? Anna thought with a sigh as she reached down and removed the box.
“Yes, but not quite like that.” Anna said holding the box. “The question I wanted you to answer ‘yes’ to was ‘Will you marry me?’”
“What?” Emily asked stunned. This was a joke right? She wasn’t seriously pro-pro---posing? She looked up confused as she was met with a small box.
“I want to marry you.” Anna said as Emily stared wide eyed at her. “I want spend the rest of my life with you. I’ve lost you twice and both times I’ve never felt so much pain. The second time was my fault, but I never want to lose you again. I don’t want you to work for me; I want us to be partners and run Silph Co together. Half of all this should have been yours to begin with, but it’s not about Silph Co, or the money or any of it. I’d give it all away if you said yes. I love you, Amy- Isabella-Emily-Oak-Silph-Ketchum. Please marry me.”
Tears ran down Emily’s face but Anna couldn’t tell what kind of tears they were. Was this all a big mistake like she originally thought. Was she putting too much pressure on her? She watched as Emily took the box and opened it examining the ring. Anna’s heart jumped for joy and raced as she saw her try and slip it on before Anna stopped her.
“Is that a yes?” Anna asked holding her hand.
“If we’re going to get married, we really need to shorten my name.” She said as they both giggled as Anna slipped the ring on Emily’s finger and held her close.
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Epilogue
On Emily’s 20th birthday the following year, both Amy Oak and Anna Oak were legally married and moved into the master suite. Emily had decided to legally change her name back to the name Rachel had given her on the day she was born so she would no longer feel any confusion as to who she was, but still went by Emmy with family. She wanted to be her own self, no longer being stuck between “Izzy” and “Emily” As Rachel had put it, she was never those people to begin with.
Instead of pulling the now Amy into the life of being a “Silph” Rachel, Delia, Anna, and Amy thought it best if Anna was the one to change her last name. After all she too despised it, and now she could go anywhere without fear of her father’s legacy. It was their way of saying “welcome to the family” and Anna couldn’t be happier.
Even Delia moved to Saffron City after suddenly having enough money to open a very large restaurant that was very successful in the large business town. It was also the first time she was able to visit Emily’s grave and apologize.
Just as projected, Amy’s products revolutionized the way pokemon, and pokemon related injuries, were healed. Rachel (Now Nurse Joy of Saffron City) was the first to beta test the products and proudly never left out the fact that her daughter was the one who created them.
Ash and Misty had their hands full with little “Isabella (in memory of Izzy) Oak (In honor of the woman who delivered the babies despite her circumstances) Ketchum whom Anna and Amy spoiled rotten.
Even Namine was able to find happiness and had many many more children after a certain Ditto by the name of “ Xerox” came to live with them after a large donation to the Daycare Center in Cerulean City. Even Namine had to agree it’s pretty hard to be prejudiced against something when you yourself have that same ability.
Amy was finally able to figure out who she was and what she was good at, Anna had the family she always wanted and with the birth of “Izzy” was able to fully let go of the pain from her past, Rachel was able to finish school and become “Nurse Joy” while getting to be the mother she had always wanted to be to both her daughter and new daughter-in-law. All was well in the mansion that housed the three- in-one family.
The End |
One Month After the Car Accident
Anna rested her head against her fist while she was pushed in the wheelchair into the busy pokemon center, willing the ground to open up and swallow her. She could feel every curious head turn and gawk at her, but nothing an intimidating glare their way couldn’t fix. She breathed a sigh of relief once she reached the quiet confines of the elevator and stared at her reflection in the metal doors. Her once long hazel hair had been shaved in order to staple her head back together. Now all that was left was a scar running over her right ear towards her forehead. She hoped her hair would hurry up and grow back; she didn’t much care to look like a cancer patient. She frowned as she ran her hand over the short stubble that grew everywhere except where she wanted it to the most. She lightly traced her fingers over the staples before feeling her hand get smacked.
“Don’t touch,” Nurse Joy, her aunt- well actually her biological mother- said. The two had a mutual understanding. Anna had been given to Nurse Joy’s sister as soon as she was born. Her aunt was her mother and her mother was her aunt. It didn’t bother Anna; everyone had their reasons for doing things she figured. But now the woman who had raised her was dead along with her little sister and her father had kicked her out for unknown reasons. The woman, who she had referred to as her aunt, her biological mother, had offered to take her in.
That was all good and well, but her aunt was Nurse Joy of Cerulean City, and so the 14 year old had been shipped across Kanto to live at the Pokemon Center. She had never left home before, pokemon training wasn’t really her thing, and instead she’d usually busy herself at the daycare watching the kids of her father’s company at Silph Co.
“Well the nice part about living in a Pokemon Center is there’s a hospital in the top floor. Once your casts come off next month, you can just go upstairs for physical therapy and you’ll be walking again in no time.” Nurse Joy said wheeling her down the hall.
Anna simply sighed at that statement. She thought she would be recovering in the privacy of her own home and that her father would simply hire someone to look after her. She should have noticed something was wrong the moment he had left her alone in that hospital for a month. Not like she wasn’t used to being ignored by him and he did have a lot to deal with- what with running a major company and all while dealing with the death of his wife and daughter- but he didn’t even come and see her. Not even once. Or call.
One day- that’s all she got to be home for. It was her mother and sisters funeral. Next thing she knew a car was waiting for her with a bag of her clothes and directions to take her anywhere she wanted to go- anywhere but back home.
“Everything all right? You’ve hardly said a word.” Nurse Joy said stopping in front of a brown door and pulling out a key card.
“Can I have a shower?” Anna mumbled shifting uncomfortably in the wheelchair as her wet, and thankfully black dress, clung uncomfortably to her skin.
“Not until the casts come off.” Nurse Joy answered slipping the key card into the slot and opening the door. “Here we are; this will be your room.” She announced as Anna frowned and looked around the small and plain bedroom with nothing but a bed. “Do you need some help getting into bed, dear?” Anna pushed with all her might against the arm rests of the wheelchair as she leaned forward, but soon let herself fall back into the chair in defeat.
“It’s okay, let me help you.” Nurse Joy said taking one of the girl’s hands and put her arm around her waist before retracting. Anna turned her face away in embarrassment as she stared at the wall. “You’re wet.” Nurse Joy stated with a frown while Anna simply remained quiet. “Did you have an accident on the way over here?” She asked softly after an awkward moment of silence as a single tear rolled down Anna’s face to answer her question. “It’s okay, dear, no wonder you wanted a shower.” She said patting the girl’s shoulder. Anna simply nodded and avoided eye contact while another tear made its way down her face.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get you all sorted out, sweetie. Let me just go grab a few things.” Nurse Joy said leaving Anna alone in the room. She sighed in disgust with herself as she rested her head in her palm remembering the trip over here.
She was alone with a male driver as she squirmed as much as she could in the back seat tightly clutching herself with a handful of her dress pushed against herself. It had come with little warning. One minute it had been nothing but a mere inkling in the back of her mind and the next she was doing everything she possibly could to hold on.
“C-can we stop somewhere?” She asked breaking the long silence in the car.
“We just stopped ten minutes ago.” He said sounding annoyed as he observed her situation in the rear view mirror. “Why didn’t you go then?”
“It’s not like I can just get up and walk to the bathroom.” She replied. “I didn’t have to go then.” She added barely above a whisper.
“Well sor-ry, I wasn’t aware I had a small child who needed to be reminded to go potty.” He said sarcastically. He had been in a foul mood as soon as he learned he had to drive her halfway across the region and he was her least favorite driver to begin with. “Spoiled brat.” He mumbled to himself.
“Please?” She had practically begged before he had reluctantly agreed. He pulled into the closest gas station with Anna practically hopping up and down in her seat.
“There.” He said sounding annoyed once he had finally managed to get her into her wheelchair. She pushed at the wheels for all she was worth as she slowly inched her way inside before her bladder had emptied before she had made it even half way into the store.
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Anna’s eyes widened as she realized she needed to go again. Great, she thought wheeling herself around the room. No bathroom. She’d have to wait for her aunt anyway; she couldn’t get from the chair to the toilet by herself.
“Would’ve wet myself anyway.” She realized thinking back. Even if she had gotten inside the bathroom on time, she couldn’t get out of her chair. She bent her knees together, but the casts on both legs kept her from completely closing them. She clicked her fingers on the armrests of the chair before being forced to grab herself. Why was this coming on so fast? She thought quietly moaning. It had happened yesterday too, but her caretaker Olga had always been there to help her to the bathroom on time.
“Helen!” She yelled as her aunt came back carrying a basin of water and some washcloths a few seconds later.
“Everything all rig- Oh.” She said seeing Anna’s troubled face and position. “Can you wait a few minutes until I bring a commode down from the hospital?” She asked as Anna quickly shook her head with wide eyes full of worry and panic. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”
“Didn’t have to until a few minutes ago!” Anna whimpered holding herself. “Same as before!”
“Did you have a catheter in the hospital?” Nurse Joy asked as Anna nodded while squirming in the chair. “Mmm, that’s the problem.” She said clicking her tongue.
“Please take me to the bathroom!” Anna begged as her bladder ached in protest.
“The closest bathroom is down in the crowded lobby, sweetie. I don’t think you’ll make it. “ She said patting her shoulders. “I don’t want to bring you down in front of everyone and embarrass you in case you have another accident.”
“Then what am I supposed to do!?” Anna whimpered.
“Well, honey, ” She said softly patting her shoulders before grabbing a towel out of the cupboard. “If you absolutely can’t wait another ten minutes, which doesn’t look like it, for me to bring down the necessary equipment.” she said wrapping a towel around her casted legs.
“No, please” Anna said as her eyes watered again with fresh tears.
“Honey, it’s okay, you’re already wet.” She said softly standing back up and began rubbing her nieces shoulders. “Go ahead and pee and I’ll help you clean up just like I was already going to do.”
“I’m sorry,” Anna said between sobs as she covered her eyes with her hands and relaxed as she began feeling warm liquid pool around her butt.
“Shh, that’s it.” Nurse Joy said feeling the fight leave her niece’s body. “Your bladder’s just weak from having a catheter for so long, that’s all.” She explained over the teenager’s sobs. “Are you all done?”
Anna nodded her head once she felt the last remnants empty out onto the wheelchair. She stayed quiet except for the occasional sob as Nurse Joy helped her out of her dress and soaked underwear. After retrieving another towel and laying it across the bed, Nurse Joy helped scoot her onto the makeshift-changing mat.
“There we go.” She said as Anna winced in pain as she was laid back. “I’ll bring up some pain meds in a bit.”
“Thanks, Helen.” Anna mumbled reaching out for a washcloth as Nurse Joy approached carrying the basin of warm water. “Err, what should I call you?”
“You can call me whatever you’re most comfortable with, but please call me Nurse Joy around the others.” She said wringing out a washcloth and wiping the girl down as Anna blushed while her intimate areas were cleaned for her. “Relax, Anna, don’t you want to get washed up?”
“Sorry,” Anna said letting her finish until she found a hand helping her sit up. “What are you doing?” She squeaked out when she felt hands unclasping her bra.
“Helping you get washed up, dear, or did you have a plan for washing your own back?” Nurse Joy asked teasing her niece as she unclasped the hooks and pulled the girl’s bra off. Anna mumbled something incoherent, crossing her arms over her chest while Nurse Joy prepped a new washcloth and gently scrubbed Anna’s back shoulders, and arms. She smiled seeing the girl’s closed eyes and now relaxed face. “Feel good?”
“Yeah, thank you.” Anna mumbled as Nurse Joy slid off the teenager’s glasses and wiped down her face and head before nonchalantly wiping the girl’s chest. “You don’t have to do all this.” Anna said blushing.
“I’m a nurse; it’s my job.”
“Don’t you just heal pokemon?” Anna said doubtfully.
“And look after sick and hurt trainers.” She said going through Anna’s bag, pulling out a T-shirt and helping her into it. “You’re family, Anna, I’m not going to leave you in a room to fend for yourself with two broken legs and a head injury. I’ll be right back, I’m going to go get a few things to finish getting you ready for bed.” She said before leaving the room and coming back a few minutes later with a tote bag and another girl in tow as Anna quickly covered her bottom half. “Can you put that by the bed, please?” Nurse Joy asked as the other girl pushed a bucket and walker combination towards Anna before leaving and closing the door behind her.
“What’s that?” Anna asked as Nurse Joy pushed it towards her and opened the lid.
“You didn’t use this in the hospital?” She asked as Anna shook her head. “Well, I want to see if you can get on and off by yourself or if you need help.” She said standing by and observing as Anna tried to maneuver herself. “You’re shaky, are you all right?”
“Still get a little lightheaded when I move.” Anna admitted as she let her aunt help her get on and sit. “I’m on!” Anna panted resting her head against the arm grip for a moment waiting for her next instructions.
“Do you not have to go?” Nurse Joy asked as Anna looked up waiting to be told what to do. “I want you to try, honey, since you’re having some problems.”
“O-oh,” Anna said with a blush as she realized what it was. “I thought you were just moving me on a chair.”
“I also want to make sure you don’t have an infection so I need to collect a urine sample.” Nurse Joy explained picking up the towel off the ground and cleaning off the seat of the wheelchair.
“Oh.” Anna said blushing. “Well, I-I need to, umm, go to the bathroom.”
“Go ahead, sweetie, you’re sitting on it after all.”
“But, umm, I-I need to...”
“Speak up, honey, I don’t understand the problem.” Nurse Joy said staring at the blushing girl. “Oh, did you need to move your bowels?”
“If that’s what you want to call it.” Anna mumbled red faced.
“Well go right ahead, honey, I’ll just get a sample from you tomorrow, I just wanted to make sure you went before I get you ready for bed.”
“Oh,” Anna said disappointed she was expected to do that in this…in front of her aunt she barely knew as well. It was better than what they made her do in the hospital she supposed as she closed her eyes pushed, wishing her aunt would stop trying to make small talk while she did this. “Umm, I’m done.” Anna said awkwardly as a blurry figure approached and helped her back into bed on something oddly soft. “Ahh, that’s cold!” she moaned feeling something wiping her butt and front. That’s not ok, she thought, personal space! Next she felt her aunts’ hands massaging her butt and front with her fingers with something cold. “Umm,” Anna said at the intrusion.
“Sorry, hun, you’ve got a bit of a rash from sitting in those wet clothes for so long. This will help you’re skin not get so irritated next time.” She explained before she began spreading talcum powder.
“Wait, are you diapering me?” Anna said in a panic trying to sit up. “Why are you putting me in a diaper if you just brought me a toilet on wheels?”
“Lay back down, Anna.” Nurse Joy ordered as she began adjusting the tapes. “You can’t get on and off of it by yourself, what are you going to do if you have to go in the middle of the night?”
“Press the call bu- Oh,” Anna said realizing this wasn’t the hospital.
“Also, given the length if time you were catheterized, it might be a while until you regain night time control.” Nurse Joy said zipping up her tote bag and setting it on the closed bucket lid before sitting on the edge of the bed. Anna sighed in defeat as she wiggled a bit in the padding. “How are you doing with everything?” Nurse Joy asked.
“I’m 14, in a diaper and can’t walk.” Anna said shrugging.
“That’s not what I’m talking about, honey.” Nurse Joy said putting her hand on her nieces shoulder.
“I-I…” Anna said trying to keep herself together. “I really miss…” She said choking on her words.
“Say it, honey.” Nurse Joy said softly.
“I miss my mom and sister.” She said feeling tears falling down her face as Nurse Joy wrapped her arms around her and rocked her.
“That’s it, get it out, Anna.” Nurse Joy said rubbing her back.
“I keep having nightmares about the crash.” She cried into the woman’s chest. “My dad got rid of me, and sent me to live with you, but I barely remember you! We were getting away! We were getting away from him and starting over!”
“I know honey, but you can start over here.” Nurse Joy said. “We’ll get you all healed up and you can make a new life here.”
“I just miss my mom and Izzy so much!” She cried and cried until she could no longer breathe as she let her aunt hold her against her chest and rock her.
“Do you feel better now?” Nurse Joy asked once her constant wails and sobs turned into mere sniffles 20 minutes later.
“Sorry,” Anna mumbled pulling away.
“It’s okay, honey,” Nurse Joy said leaning forward and lightly kissing her fuzzy head. “I’ll be here if you ever need anything.” She explained looking into her nieces blood shot eyes. “How about I give you some pain meds and call it a night?” She suggested handing her a couple white pills and small cup of water. “You need anything else before I let you get some sleep?”
“No thanks.” Anna said after swallowing the pain pills and lying back down.
“Good night, Anna, we’re glad to have you here. I’m sorry they’re under such circumstances.” Nurse Joy said before smiling sympathetically and flicking off the light. |
Jacqueline Fernandez rehearsed her lines for the big awards show tonight for which she had been roped in as the host.
She read from the script, taking regular gulps from what seemed to be her fourth bottle of water after she got here, while technicians gave the final touches to the stage in front of her.
It was a big show where a slew of celebrities and a lot public was going to be in attendance. All arrangements had been made but what they didn’t arrange was a toilet.Usaully big events like these didn’t have toilets as celebrities would usually bring along their vanity van, but Jacky didn’t need a toilet ,after all she had her mammoth bladder to take care of all that water she had been drinking.
As professional as she was, Jacqueline viewed bathroom breaks as an unnecessary waste of time.
She believed that her bladder was meant to hold her pee as long as she wanted to and that was exactly what it did.
It was 8:00 in the morning which meant she had well over 14 hours before the show started.That was an ample amount of time to prepare her lines .
Jacqueline felt tired as she had stayed up all night, busy with her shoots, but it wasn’t the time to relax, she had to concentrate and the only thing that would have helped her keep awake, was coffee.
Jacky asked one of the spot boys to get her a large cold coffee with cream from the nearby canteen, it was her favorite after all.
Soon the boy came back with what she had asked for, Jacqueline gave him his tip and took the heavy Styrofoam cup from his hand.
Getting back to her script she went through the lines again as she kept sucking the coffee from the straw.
It was by 10:00am that Jacqueline had gulped down six of those large coffees which were easily around 500 ml(17 oz) each, she could now feel it was going right through her. She took off the belt around her waist so it could give her bladder some room to inflate as much as it wanted to. She was definitely feeling the need to pee now, but knew she could hold it as long as she wanted to.
Jacky did not have even have a second to spare, she had to practice her speech too and she just couldn’t care less about having to take a leak right now.
Past 12 pm, her bladder had started ballooning rapidly ,expanding to great lengths so it could accommodate all the liquid she had consumed.
Jacqueline knew she was holding a lot but was confident about her storage capacity . She was used to holding much more than this so it was not a problem for her.
She walked around , deeply engrossed in the sheet of paper she held in her hand as onlookers were amazed to a see a girl so calm and composed with a bowling bowl sized bladder bulging out of her belly.
“She had been drinking like a camel all this while, and hadn’t been to the loos yet, I bet she is dying to pee but she’s hiding it” said a spot boy to another.
“I don’t know man, I’ve heard rumors from several industry insiders that she never uses the loo during shoots howsoever long they maybe” replied the second boy , “They say she has a cast iron bladder and today , after seeing it in person ,I can’t help but believe what I’ve heard.”
“If that’s true, one can’t imagine what a gusher she might be building up inside there.”
And yes it was true, Jacky was now holding a massive load of piss in her tanker and she could feel the pressure inside it was beginning to increase slowly but steadily.
At 1 she had a sandwich and a 1200 ml carton of mixed fruit juice for lunch.
Jacky could now feel her bladder stretching the waistband of her jeans,but she didn’t care about letting out her long held lake of urine any time soon, she looked as calm and composed as ever.
Sitting on a chair with her legs crossed Jacky’s only concern was to mug up her lines anyhow but her sleepy eyes made it harder to read.She felt tired and cranky but had to continue anyway.
“Do you need something mam?” asked a manager.
Jacqueline looked up to see the young guy standing in front of her, “Yes a can of Red Bull and a cold coffee please, thank you” she replied before going back to what she was doing.
No one around could believe how much this petite young girl was drinking.
“Oh thank you so much” Jacky said as she received her desired beverages.
Jacqueline too was happy to see the extra cream whipped over the coffee, she couldn’t have asked for anything more and before long she chugged down both the drinks empty.
Her piss tank continued to swell as the afternoon came and went.
Everyone around was now in awe of her bladder capacity. They were in absolute shock that Jacky still hadn’t been to the loos after gulping down such a vast quantity of fluids.
“I never knew that actresses these days have such strong bladders” ,said an event manager to her colleague , as they gazed over Jacqueline’s ever expanding tankard from a distance , who was now walking around, engrossed in her script.
“That is exactly what I was thinking, it seems she never feels the need to pee, I’ve been going behind the building all this while and I’ve not even drank a quarter of as much as she did” replied the other ,as she made sure no one else could over hear them.
Everybody present in the vicinity was amazed that Jacqueline could even think straight with a bladder that stretched.
But unaware of what anyone thought,Jacqueline was busy mugging up her lines while she took regular sips of water from another of those 1 liter bottles. She had to keep herself hydrated at all costs and after all lots of water was the secret behind her envious glowing skin ,wasn’t it?
When there were still 2 hours to go before the show to start, Jacky asked her designer to get the dress she was gonna wear tonight.
It was a red sparkling sari paired with a black blouse ,she looked every bit of stunning in her attire after she finally changed in the green room.
Jacky settled down for her make up as her bottle of water now sat empty on the dressing table.It was then that her bladder started to feel strained, but chose to ignore it.
She got herself another 2 liter bottle of water to drink in the evening ,while getting her hair done.
“Careful honey, you know there aren’t any toilets around here” the hairdresser said, giving a look at the big water bottle.
“Oh it’s fine , I can hold it till I get home” Jacky replied before chugging down a considerable amount ,as she didn’t pay any heed to the warnings given to her .Before soon all the water from this bottle too was streaming down through Jacky’s body. She was now all charged up and ready.
People had started coming in like swarms of bees to watch their favorite celebs in action.
Everything was going fine, but there was just little problem , the host really had to pee now.
Jacky tried to catch a glimpse of the audience from behind the curtain, “I’m feeling nervous, there are so many people out there, it makes me want to pee even more” she giggled to her manager.
The show which was set to begin at 6:00 only commenced by 8:30 pm due to various slags and maybe due to the fact that they wanted to pull in a considerable amount of crowd before they started.
With only a few minutes remaining for the show to begin, one of the organizers walked into Jacky’s room, “Are you ready Jacky?” she asked .
“Yes , it’s…. just that….. I’m feeling really nervous with so many people out there..”
“Listen ,you can do it!’ the organizer said holding Jacqueline by her shoulders, “Don’t you worry, I know you can pull it off and remember to pee before you go on stage, it’ll help reduce your tension” she suggested before leaving the actress alone.
Jacqueline didn’t have anywhere to pee before she went on stage, all she could do was hold it.
So with all her piss and tension held back Jacky made her way to the stage.
She resumed her position on the podium amidst a loud thunder of claps from the audience.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen” she said with a smile, marking the beginning of the awards function.
The pressure in her bladder was increasing at an astounding rate now and it was indeed a sign of trouble for her if it continued this way, but while on stage her entire focus was on welcoming the people who had come to watch the show.
The event would have went on for quite a few hours ,which meant there were plenty of things to keep her mind of her increasing need to pee.
She tried to act enthusiastic and jovial while on stage but deep somewhere inside her mind, Jacqueline was trying her best to suppress her ever mounting desire to urinate.
The entire responsibility of the event was on her shoulders now and this was indeed a huge pressure on her along with the rising pressure in her bladder.
By 9 her need to pee had reached new heights, maybe she shouldn’t have had that last bottle of water after all.
For a moment she thought of asking the organizers to replace her with someone for a while , so she could go pee somewhere but Jacky knew that wasn’t possible.
Her sari wasn’t doing anything to hide the basketball sized bulge that Jacky was sporting.
Now standing in the backstage, waiting for one of the dance performances to get over, she was pressing her thighs together, it was taking her a conscious effort to hold her pee back but she was rather confident that she’d be able to make it home.
“Do you know what is the best feeling in this world” Jacky said through the mike once back on stage, “…the feeling of relief when you finally get to pee after holding it for a long time” she smirked. She was genuinely desperate now.
Everyone present laughed and thought of it as a joke, but only Jacky knew that it somewhere spoke of what she desperately wanted.
“…and now lets see the nominations for The Best Actor in a Negative Role..” she continued.
As the night wore on, Jacqueline’s need to pee increased at an alarming rate, many a times she crossed her legs on stage but was able to cover it up behind the podium. She was starting to grow really desperate now and all that walking she had to do from her dressing room to the stage and back ,wasn’t helping either.
Her throat felt parched after speaking for so long ,so she ordered another small bottle of water for herself and downed it all at once as soon as she went behind the curtain again. Soon enough her bladder started revolting against the excessive liquid flowing into it.
“When is the show gonna end?” Jacky asked one of the event managers who happened to be nearby.
“By 1 mam” he replied, before going his way.
Jacky blew air through her pursed lips and gave her crotch a slight squeeze ,retrieving her hand before anyone around could notice.
Sitting down on one of the nearby chairs, Jacky crossed her legs tight hoping it would ease some pressure on her bladder and indeed it did. She rested her left hand on her thigh, wanting to give her crotch another squeeze so badly, but didn't want anyone to see her, or confirm to anyone who could see her that she was quickly becoming more and more desperate to pee.
45 minutes later, Jacqueline was really starting to doubt her ability to hold on until the show was over. She stood on the stage, wiggling her legs and listening to one of the veteran actors speak .
Soon another performance ensued and Jacky quickly made her way out of the public view, cupping her swollen bladder with her hand and walking slightly bent forward , with steps carefully placed as she tried not to loose control . Jacqueline was now sucking in air through her clenched teeth and moaning in agony.
“Oh…” she wailed with her eyes closed for a second , as each step she took hurt her bladder more.
“I’m bursting to pee” she stated to her make-up artist Shanti, as she sat down to receive a touch up on her face.
“Are you gonna be alright? Is it really urgent ?” Shanti asked , holding her chest in concern.
“I don’t know, I’ve had a lot to drink” Jacqueline replied, crossing her legs tighter than before.
She had to pee so badly, that even her tight leg-crossing wasn't doing very much to ease the pressure anymore. She was crossing and un-crossing her legs every few seconds in a desperate effort to take some pressure off her sphincters.
"They really need to have bathrooms available for a big event like this," she said to herself in frustration, and a bit of panic.
"It looks like you really need to use the toilets" Shanti said.
Jacky nodded and lit herself a cigarette , hoping it would take her mind off an aching bladder , which was now over 14 hours full.She was growing really worried about when and where she was going to pee.
Fanning her legs in a desperate attempt to hold on, Jacqueline knew she had made a mistake by drinking so much, but it was too late to do anything about it now. Standing up after the make up, made her want to go even more but all she could do was hold it.
As she made her way back to the stage, Jacky took small but calculated steps, with her lips pressed inwards, it was a sign of concentration and effort she was making to keep her piss in.
Each step left her withering in pain, her bladder was so full she couldn’t even stand straight let alone walk. Jacqueline by now had far exceeded her holding limits. But she wasn’t ready to give up,just because she never let herself hold this much didn’t mean she couldn’t, right?
Holding the mike in her hand, she felt a lot more nervous standing before a huge crowd and needing to pee so much. She was trying her best to put up a gracious demeanor but all her strength was focused on trying not to wet herself.
Jacky couldn't think of another time she had to pee so badly.She had always been proud of her iron bladder that could hold liters and liters of urine without giving her any signs of distress , but this time the odds were definitely playing against her.
Somehow bouncing on her knees with holding her fists clenched ,Jacky kept holding although her pee was just a hairbreadth away from bursting out.
The show finally came to an end with Jacqueline holding 17 hours worth of pee in her bladder. She hobbled her way back to her dressing room, with a hand jammed against her crotch in a last, desperate effort to avoid soaking her thong and sari.
It was obvious for anyone who looked at this bold and beautiful actresses that she was at the end of her ropes in desperation, but that didn't matter to her anymore.
She picked up her bag and started walking towards the exit with quick baby steps, she had to get to a toilet soon.
It was then that an organizer stopped her and asked her to sign autographs for some fans waiting in the backstage.
Jacqueline declined his request at first , she was in a hurry to get home so she could use the toilets and anything else didn’t matter to her now ,not even her fans.
Jacky kept scissoring her legs with her hands now on her butt as she discussed the issue with the organizer.
Her bladder was so bloated and full that it made her look six months pregnant. She tried her best to avoid delaying her departure but then eventually agreed after a lot of persuasion and a promise of receiving a fat cheque.
“You better make it fast, I have some really important work to do” she said , as they both walked towards backstage area, but when she reached there ,Jacky was shocked to see a line much bigger than what she had expected.
“Oh no, I don’t know if I can wait that long, I have to go to the bathroom, I really do..” she said to the organizer , with her thighs pressed together.
“Please mam , it’s just a matter of time.”
“I haven’t been to the toilets since morning, please make sure it doesn’t take long” Jacqueline pleaded.
She unwillingly signed autographs for her beloved fans and posed for pictures, not to mention with a dangerously full bladder.
“Could you please hurry up, I am kind of having a bathroom emergency right now…” she again begged to the event managers present nearby, who did nothing to help her.
As minutes passed the line grew longer and longer with more fans wanting to share a special moment with their favorite star. Jacqueline kept singing the autographs, bending over the table and crossing her legs tight, with her pee right on the edge of shooting out uncontrollably.
She was in a state of panic, her desperation so severe that she was becoming light headed, almost to the point of fainting.
She pleaded with the organizers to let her go but he refused looking at the long line of fans who had paid a hefty amount in exchange for the passes.
Jacqueline was sure that if she shook hands with one more person ,she was gonna lose control and wet herself right there.
Then came a guy who insisted on taking photos in different poses, the desperate actress obliged at first but after almost half a dozen clicks she grew really annoyed.
This guy was stopping her progress to the bathroom, which she had been needing for more than half a day now.She lost her cool and gave him a piece of her mind, “Do you have any idea how much I am stopping me pee right now?!” Jacqueline blurted out to her unaware fan.
Everyone around now knew that Jacky was bursting for the toilets.
Even after this she signed a couple of more autographs resting a hand on her bladder brimming over with piss.
The agony was too much to take and knew she was bound to have an accident if she didn’t pee soon.
Before long she felt a couple of drops escape into her panties, Jacky froze in horror.
“I’m sorry I absolutely have to leave now, I’m sorry” she declared before rushing out of the place. She was about to burst into her panties any second.
She totally ignored the desperate pleas from the organizer as she climbed into her car and closed the door.
Jacky crossed her legs really tight and patted on the driver’s seat, ordering him to leave, “Quick!Quick!Quick! Quick!”
She closed her eyes to exclusively concentrate on holding her pee.
She felt her pee hole pulsating and about to give way to the flood inside her but she grabbed her crotch just in time to avoid that from happening.
Every now and then she lifted her head a little and looked out of the window, obviously trying to see how far away from home she was.
She caressed her painfully swollen bladder from time to time and even that light pressure from her hand made her wince in agony.
Each bump made her bowling ball like hard bladder to bounce inside her making it want to explode.
“Please drive faster ….please” she pleaded to her driver,vigorously rubbing her thigh and knee with one hand and holding herself with the other
Jacky took spars breaths as each act of respiration pushed her pee closer to its exit. She was about to go all over the car seat but was somehow managing to hold on.
The pained expression on her face told so much about the agony she was going through, it almost looked like she was about to cry.
When they finally reached her apartment complex, Jacky jumped out of her car even before it came to a complete halt, quickly making her way towards the elevator while holding her rock hard bladder.
After being seated all this while suddenly getting up and running was too much for her exhausted bladder, but Jacky somehow managed to withhold her pee. She was fatigued beyond words being subjected to such prolonged desperation, but Jacqueline was just moments away from her toilet and the explosive relief she craved. She couldn’t give up now!
Thankfully no one was around so she didn’t care about holding herself inside the elevator.
Once there, Jacqueline grabbed her crotch with her entire might as the elevator slowly ascended to her floor. Her pee was almost coming out.
To her even that small while in the elevator was like ages.For once she thought of peeing in the elevator too but didn’t do so because of the security camera in there.
Finally on her door step now, Jacqueline had to dig deep inside her purse to look for her keys but couldn’t find them, each moment that passed was one closer to disaster.
She held with her hand and bent forward , “I have to pee so much….”
She gathered the last reserves of strength left inside her to hold on a little longer.
She gave a deeper look inside the purse to see if the keys were but to no avail.
“Damn it! Where are fucking keys?! Jacky yelled in agony and frustration, her control was slipping.She grabbed her crotch in one final attempt to hold it in when suddenly a 2 second long stream of hot urine escaped out of her pee hole to run down the back of her thigh.
Barely managing to cut off the flow, Jacky lifted her saree and tore down her panties as pee exploded out of her with all the force of water erupting from a fire hose even before she was completely squatting down.
Jacqueline was now peeing outside her apartment , her lower half exposed to anyone who managed to be around but she just couldn’t help it, there was no possible way that she could’ve held it even a second longer.
“Aaaah…” Jacky moaned, her eyes closed in relief with the flood gates finally open.
The torrent of piss running out of her was nothing like she had ever seen or heard before.
The incredible pressure of her jet was proof enough of just how much she was holding. Her stream made so much noise, but Jacky did not care, all she wanted was relief.
Her body shivered in ecstasy as Jacqueline experienced one of the best peegasms of her entire life.
Even after peeing for a minute her pee showed no signs of stopping any time soon.
Even after such a blast, her bladder area was still tremendously swollen, and she hardly wanted to pee any less. Now she was just peeing, peeing, peeing, like she always did, a long ferocious stream that she thought would go on forever.
She was shocked to see just how much was coming out of her, no wonder she was so desperate.
Even after the fourth minute her gusher continued unabated before the pressure began to drop to something more like her normal stream,soon coming to a complete halt.
Jacky shot a few more thick spurts of pee before finally coming to the conclusion that she had let it all out.
“Oh thank goodness….” she sighed in relief, oh the bliss of a finally deflated bladder.
Fortunately no one had seen her taking a leak in the middle of the corridor, at least up till now and she couldn’t risk it any more.
Jacky quickly stood up by the support of the door knob, pulled back her wet panties and adjusted her saree,
Her bladder still felt so stretched ,but she was glad that it was finally empty.
“Oh what a piss” she said to herself, feeling each bit of satisfaction.
This time Jacky retrieved the key form her purse without any trouble, it was there all this time , but maybe she just couldn’t see it before in her haste.
Jacqueline gave one last look at the enormous puddle that she had left on the floor outside her apartment ,before she went in and shut the door behind her.
( I am sorry if there were any mistakes in the story. I wrote this down in a burst of three hours so I suppose errors are bound to creep in, but please do comment and criticize as much as possible, it will be highly appreciated. Thank you! )
Edited January 6, 2015 by Pain ペイン
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Meta Knight stands in King Dedede’s thrown inside the castle, wondering what King Dedede summoned him for.
Earlier Meta Knight had been woken up by Dedede’s call and summoned him to the throne as soon as he could.
All Meta Knight did was drinking lots of water to get some energy and prepare him for whatever King Dedede wants.
The two rarely interact with each other, but it looks like the king really needed his attention this time.
“You have summoned me?” Asked Meta Knight
“Yes, glad you came. I got an objective for you, and it has to be done as soon as possible.” Said Dedede
“What is it?” Asked Meta Knight
“Bring me Kirby, I needed him here in this room.” Said Dedede
“And what would you do to him once he’s here?” Asked Meta Knight.
“That’s none of your concern, this is just between me and Kirby.” Said Dedede.
Meta Knight thought it would be best not to question the king any further.
“To capture Kirby would not be so easy, he is rather skilled.” Said Meta Knight.
“Which is why I summoned you, since you appeared to be more skilled than any of my Waddle Dees” Said Dedede.
Then the king remembered something.
“Oh, I almost forgot. Before you leave, I have something to go with you.” Said Dedede.
King Dedede got out of the chair and went to the back of the chair and grab what looked like a camera.
Meta Knight got confused and wondered, why would he need a camera.
But then suddenly, the camera grew mechanical wings and it began to fly on it’s own once it’s powered on. The flying camera turned to face Meta Knight.
Then Meta Knight noticed a projector screen that shows himself where he’s at right now. It’s a recording-live flying camera.
“To make sure you do exactly what I say, I will have this camera follow you everywhere you go. And I will be watching you.” Said King Dedede.
Meta Knight does not like this idea, to be watched all the time. He usually like to have solitude on his private time.
Then King Dedede added “But don’t worry, the camera will go away once you complete your objective. And then you’ll have the rest of the day off. Now go find Kirby and bring him to me!”
“As you wish” Said Meta Knight, though reluctant at first.
So Meta Knight departed from the king’s throne room and went off to leave the castle. The flying camera follows him out.
As he went outside of the castle, he started to feel his bladder swelling up.
Meta Knight would usually go pee the minute he felt it. But with the flying camera watching him, he felt embarrassed and decided to hold it in until the objective is done.
Meta Knight doesn’t like going through with this, but he also thought that this would be simple.
He knows where Kirby lives. Just walk across Dream Land, try to convince Kirby to come, and bring him to Dedede. Then he shall be free to use the bathroom.
(15 Minutes later)
As Meta Knight got closer and closer to Kirby’s home, he bladder started to annoy him a little more. But still confident that he can finish this without having to pee.
Why did he drank so much water earlier, he shouldn’t have done that.
Finally when he reached Kirby’s place, he spotted Kirby, sleeping on the tree branch.
‘Good, maybe he can capture Kirby without waking him up and just carry him to Dedede’s castle.’ Thought Meta Knight.
So Meta Knight opened his wings from his cape, and flew towards the tree branch where Kirby sleeps.
But as he got closer to Kirby to capture him, Kirby suddenly woke up and got scared that he slipped off the tree and fell to the ground.
This startled Meta Knight too, as he too fell off the tree. Luckily he still had his wings out and he hovered to his feet on the ground just in time.
But it also applied more pressure to his bladder, that it caused Meta Knight to grab his crotch with one hand. He could have sworn he felt a drop in his armor, but decided to ignore it and focus on Kirby.
Meta Knight looked from the flying camera, then to Kirby. Since Kirby is awake now, he takes precaution of Meta Knight and the flying camera.
“Kirby, I have come to bring you to King Dedede. He requests your presence.” Said Meta Knight.
Kirby looked confused, and thought this must be some kind of evil plan. So Kirby just turned around and walked away.
But Meta Knight sprinted towards Kirby and stopped him.
“The King does not like to be refused, you have to do what I say.” Said Meta Knight.
Kirby then thought it over, King Dedede is usually up to no good. But sometimes he can be fun to play with, minus will give him a chance and see what kind of trouble the king has this time.
“Poyo!” Said Kirby, implying that he’s saying that it’s ok.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Said Meta Knight.
So the two decided to walk towards the King’s Castle.
Meta Knight begins to also feel concern for the innocent little Kirby. He’s hoping that whatever Dedede wants with him it involves no harm.
(10 minutes later)
Kirby has been getting sidetracked again and again by food, by butterflies, by anything that looks fun. Much to Meta Knight’s annoyance.
But what’s bothering him more is his bladder, it’s already full and he needed to pee really bad. He held his crotch as he tries to get Kirby’s attention.
“Kirby! We must hurry, the king does not like to be kept waiting.” Yelled Meta Knight.
Kirby keeps forgetting that King Dedede wanted him in the castle, so he follows Meta Knight again.
Maybe Meta Kngiht should have just knocked him out with his Galaxia, and just bring him over.
He can’t just go anywhere to pee, there’s the flying camera following him everywhere. It would be humiliating to be seen urinating on camera, and everyone would be watching.
Boy he wishes so bad he could just destroy that camera, but even if he can, his bladder would give away if he even tries.
(7 Minutes later)
They both finally made it to the castle and went inside.
Meta Knight is relieved to be this close to completing his objective, but is suffering the pain in his bladder.
He began to feel the drop of urine into his armor, this time for sure. Meta Knight
So he stopped as Kirby looked on in confusion. Then Meta Knight slowly walked again.
“Let’s hurry, there’s not a moment to lose.” Said Meta Knight
But at the same time, he worries for Kirby now that they’re this close to Dedede.
Meta Knight had been arguing with himself over again about what to do, let himself pee on camera to save Kirby.
But he felt that it’s best not to judge on what Dedede will do until it’s revealed about what Dedede’s plan is with Kirby.
So they finally made it to the king’s thrown. But there’s no sign of the king, where could he be?
A Waddle Dee approached Meta Knight and Kirby, and said “The king will be here in the moment, he’s just getting using the bathroom”.
Meta Knight flinched at the word ‘bathroom’, as he is also getting scared of how long Dedede will take. The Camera is still facing Meta Knight, so he can’t do anything for now.
But his bladder is forcing him to hold his crotch with both hands, as he’s beginning to feel the dam breaking. He felt a trickle in his armor, and it’s getting wet.
Damn, Meta Knight is slowly going to wet himself. But he stopped the trickle in time before it gets any worse.
After 2 minutes, King Dedede finally came to the thrown.
“Ah, I see that Kirby has been brought here. You did well Meta Knight.” Said Dedede.
“Yes, I have fulfilled my objective. Now can you get that camera away from me?” Asked Meta Knight.
“Very well Meta Knight, you may go as you please.” Said Dedede.
King Dedede used his remote to deactivate the flying-camera and dismissed Meta Knight, much to Meta Knight’s relief.
‘Finally, a chance to be alone to use the bathroom.’ Meta Knight thought.
But then he felt another spurt in his armor, longer this time. Meta Knight started to hobble down the hallway that leads to the bathroom. His armor is started to show a wet patch on his crotch. It can’t wait any longer.
After crossing the hallway, he found the bathroom. Just close enough to reach within 30 seconds from walking distance.
Meta Kngiht held his wet crotch tight as he slowly walked to the bathroom, but his chances are getting slimmer and wetter. He’s about ready to explode.
When he reached within 10 seconds close to the bathroom, his bladder exploded.
Meta Knight began to feel his pants-armor getting soaked as the urine starts to pour out of his armor and puddles below his feet. Meta Knight is peeing himself, right when he was so close to reaching the toilet.
He didn’t make it.
Meta Knight sigh in relief now that he’s feeling better, but he also felt very embarrassed about what just happened.
A tough and brave warrior, entrusted by the king himself, would wet himself? How could that be?
Meta Knight realized that he’s still outside of the bathroom, anybody could have seen what happened, but luckily there was nobody. So Meta Knight went to the bathroom to hide for a bit while he cleans himself up.
Luckily, the bathroom he went in contains a shower. It turned out to be the king’s own bathroom, which would make Dedede rather mad.
But the king is busy with busy with whatever it is he’s doing with Kirby.
Meta Knight felt worried about Kirby. The king must be torturing him by now, or trying to kill him, or maybe just humiliating him.
Meta Knight thought that it would be best to take a quick shower and while nobody knows and just dry himself and his urine-filled armor.
(5 minutes later)
Meta Knight quickly put the armor on and sprinted towards the thrown to see what King Dedede is doing to Kirby. Whatever it is, it can’t be good.
Finally he made it to the thrown, only to find something unexpected.
There is Kirby, having fun and eating sweets and cakes. And there’s King Dedede, just sitting there and smiling at Kirby.
It turns out that Dedede is being nice to Kirby.
‘Why is the king giving Kirby all of those sweets?’ Meta Knight wondered.
King Dedede turned and noticed Meta Knight.
“Ah, come in, come in. I was just thinking of bringing you back here for the party.” Said King Dedede
“What is this, what party is this about?” Asked Meta Knight
“Today happens to be an anniversary of Kirby’s arrival!” Dedede finally answered.
Then Dedede added - “Before he arrived here, I was getting bored with Dream Land. Nobody to fight, nobody to play, just plain kingdom with everything else I wanted. But since Kirby came, things went rather hectic and out of order it drove me crazy. But then I realized how fun it is to have something out of control. A worth opponent, and sometimes a friend. So I thought it would be best to give Kirby a party for his anniversary of his arrival in Planet Popstar.”
So that’s what Dedede wanted with Kirby all along, this is quite a surprise. Even for Meta Knight.
Kirby noticed Meta Knight. He hopped towards Meta Knight with a piece of chocolate cake to give to Meta Knight.
“For me?” Asked Meta knight
Kirby nodded and handed him the slice.
“Thank You Kirby, I too can see what a true friend you have been.” Said Meta Knight.
So Kirby, Meta Knight, and King Dedede danced around the thrown room with Pop music on.
This all made Meta Knight feel better from what happened earlier, and nobody will ever know that Meta Knight peed himself.
The End. |
Caryinea was an average kingdom, not being the most prosperous, but definitely living better than most other kingdoms of the world. With the capital being Dybamius, one of the strongest castles in all the world, Caryinea could defend itself rather easily. The stones of the city's walls were reinforced with raven-steel, a metal that, with its signature black shimmer, was stronger than regular steel and also more resistant to magic. The largest and purest deposits of this metal were regularly mined in one of Caryinea's fiefs named after the ore: Ravensteel. The fief of Ravensteel was known for exporting its rare black steel, and for its blacksmiths skilled enough to forge weapons from the ore. The fief grew incredibly wealthy, but the only problem with using raven-steel is the extra time required to temper it compared to conventional steel. This is why raven-steel weapons cost so much, and why entire garrisons equipped with such weapons were rare if existent at all. But with such ready access to the material, Ravensteel's soldiers and guards had such weapons, and for the higher ranking soldiers, armor.In fact, such ready access to a metal that was practically magic resistant tended to make some question the use of mages. This hadn't turned into hatred, but mage guilds disbanded from lack of new recruits, and while kingdoms like Caryinea made it mandatory to have at least one mage at a time occupy each fief, willing recruits were rare. Mages later became popular once more, and this is was all because of one mage in particular. The story of her is called:~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Tale of a Sorceress~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~It was late in the day when the guards first saw signs of movement outside the castle gates. The movement was definitely not an army, and a castle as big as Ravensteel was certainly in no threat from a single person. Either way, the guards were trained to never underestimate an unknown person, so they lowered their spears at the new figure."Must you always point your sticks to me every time I arrive? I'm the castle's lead mage, and yet you always treat me like the king of Ugredia." The man said, pulling down his cowl.The guards instantly stiffened, bringing their spears vertical."Aye," said one. "It's force of habit is all. After all, anyone can be a turncoat, especially a sorcerer."The mage flinched at the sentence, especially with the mention of the word 'sorcerer'."Must you call me a sorcerer? I'm a mage, not some heathen that sits in the woods brewing potions-""That's an alchemist-""That's not my point!" the mage yelled, silencing the two guards. He sighed. "Well, I'll just head to my quarters before nightfall, I'm preparing for recruitment tomorrow..."The guards exchanged glances with each other before one of them coughed, bringing the attention of the mage."I, um, hate to break it to yuh, Tejjun, but recruitment day is today."Tejjun stopped in his tracks, mind racing as he processed the information. He then started sprinting into the castle, using a blink spell to quicken his pace."I should have known today was such an important day, it's the first time those oafs listened to a word I said."~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 1: Recruitment is Nerve Wracking~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Alys awoke, shielding her eyes from the sunbeams emitting from the nearby window. She rolled out of bed, getting out of her nightdress and slipping on a short, intricate dress she had laid on the bed frame. Last night Alys had prepared, after all, today was the most important one of her life. She was to become a knight.Or, at least, that's what Alys hoped for. She wasn't very tall, even for a girl, and the only sword she could wield was a rapier. When Alys thought about it, she wasn't really fit to be a knight, but she was determined. Alys' father, arguably the best blacksmith in Caryinea, became a blacksmith after becoming a well-known freelance knight for years. A few of his competitors called him a sell-sword, but Alys knew otherwise. Either way, there was no arguing that her father was well-known. Alys simply wanted to prove herself as being a worthy daughter of a man many strive to be. She looked at the silver mirror she had, making sure her long brown hair was in order.Alys walked out of her room, seeing bread and a knife sitting on the table. On closer inspection, it wasn't just any normal knife, it was a steel dagger, one with a black shimmer to it."A raven-steel dagger, and one with my name on the blade." Alys noted. Seeing a note on the table, Alys picked it up.The note read, "Whether or not you are recruited, here is a dagger I made especially for you. I forged it from the purest deposit near Ravensteel castle. Remember, if you aren't recruited, I'll take you as an apprentice blacksmith, and I know you have the potential to forge the best swords, even if you can't swing them all. Best of luck, your father."Alys' cheeks burned at the mention of her inability to wield most weapons. Alys simply assumed she could eventually build up the muscle to wield two-handed weapons, yet her father's doubting words didn't help. Cutting a slice from the loaf of bread, Alys angrily munched on the slice, found the sheath to her dagger nearby, and grabbed a belt from her room, strapping the dagger around her waist. "I need to sew a sheath into all of my dresses if I'm to keep this dagger." Alys thought.Alys put on some boots before walking outside. She saw her friend Maria outside, waiting on her porch. Maria was messing with a strand of her blonde hair before she noticed Alys."I thought you'd never wake up, Alys. I was waiting outside for our recruitment."She soon noticed the belt wrapped around Alys' dress. "Ooooh, is that a dagger?" Maria asked, pointing to the sheathed weapon."Aye." Alys answered before unsheathing it, showing it off. "My father made it for me, isn't it the best?"Maria nodded. "You're so lucky, my parents own the nearby inn, and they won't even let me sing for tips there!""That reminds me." Alys said. "Aren't you trying to recruit yourself as a bard?""Aye, but everyone looks for apprentices today, and I will become a bard, you watch!"Alys noticed that a few other people were heading towards the training yard where recruitment was to take place. Alys' heart beat faster. "What if I'm not chosen?" She thought. To her, it used to be incomprehensible, yet with recruitment being today, it seemed like the most likely outcome to occur. Reaching the training grounds, the two girls saw a collection of teachers and to-be-apprentices."I wonder where we wait." Alys asked."I assume we're about to find out." Maria replied, pointing to a man clad in armor. It shimmered black, and the man wearing it had taken the helmet off. The armor had so many scratches and chips in it that it was made very clear it had seen more than a fair share of battles."Is that-""Aye, Lord Walter is apparently in command of this. Unusual for a nobleman of his rank, but it is his fief."A hush fell upon the crowd as Lord Walter raised his sword. The sword caught the light, and the blade seemed to be well oiled to prevent rusting. Noticing he had their attention, Walter spun his sword before pointing to the the different teachers, listing off their professions."These men and women will be recruiting whoever they deem ready and willing to have their own profession." Walter shouted over the crowd. "If you don't get the profession you want, try another teacher. Who knows, you may have wanted to cook and realized the sword and shield are calling you more than the oven." With that, Lord Walter sheathed his sword and extended his arm to the side, gesturing everyone to talk with the trainers."Well, I'll be heading to Elicia, wish me luck!" Maria told Alys, who glanced towards Lord Walter. Lord Walter said that he was to recruit those wishing to be knights, much to the chagrin of the knight originally told to recruit. Since there were plenty of people wanting to be soldiers, two lines were formed, and the knight still helped recruit. Yet, he noted with frustration, his line was shorter."I'll follow you." Alys told Maria. "My line is rather long."Maria smiled back. "Well, I hope you enjoy the show."Maria walked up to Elicia. Elicia had long green hair, and she wore a red cloak around her red dress. The two girls noticed that the last person she was with was rocking forward and back beside a wall."What happened with her?" Maria asked. Elicia simply chuckled."Stage fright, but I can tell she has potential, so I recruited her." She then pointed to Alys and Maria. "You two a duet?"While Alys backed up, stammering, Maria quickly cut in. "She's just waiting for her teacher to free up, I'm here to become a bard."Elicia lifted up a lute that was lying beside her, "Then you've come to the right person. Best bard in the world, I call myself. I'm not aware of too many people calling me that, but that's besides the point." She strummed a few chords to a common tune before saying, "Know any songs in particular?""I know quite a few, why not start playing one and I'll jump in if I know it."Elicia seemed hesitant at first, but shrugged and started playing a rather common folk song. Maria waited a few measures before jumping in, practically putting Alys in a trance. It was as if the song of lost love was etching itself in her soul with the way Maria was singing, and even Elicia seemed to be affected, tripping up on one of the chords. When the song finally ended, Elicia waited a moment before saying, "Well, apprentice, meet me at my quarters tomorrow. Here is a written piece of parchment that gets you into the castle, and on the back are instructions to my room."Maria was ecstatic, and hugged her teacher before backing away, apologizing and thanking her at the same time. Elicia held up a hand to stop the barrage of emotions radiating from Maria."So, you're a fantastic singer, but can you play a lute?"Maria looked away. "Well, I'm not the best, but I'm willing to learn."Elicia nodded twice before asking one more question. "So, how good are you at fighting with daggers?"Maria was caught off guard, saying a feeble, "I don't know any song called 'Fighting with Daggers'..."Elicia pulled out two concealed knives from her dress, saying, "I mean these pointy things, not a ballad."Maria looked around, wondering if this was some sort of joke. She carefully said her next words. "I... don't quite know what you mean.""I mean what I'm saying. We have plenty of bards, but we need more spies, and a spy that can sing isn't always thought of as a spy.""I-I..." Maria stammered. Elicia simply shrugged."Take your time to think about it, we can talk tomorrow.""Wait." Alys said. "You are aware you just told me you're a spy, right?"Elicia raised an eyebrow in response. "Did I?""You just said 'we need more spies'.""But just because our kingdom needs more spies, how does that make me a spy?""B-because you just tried recruiting my friend as a spy!""But does that mean I'm a spy?"Alys was absolutely speechless, no longer able to comprehend what she had just been talking about. She finally replied, "I guess not. I... I'll go see if I can get recruited before you confuse me even further."Elicia smiled, waving a goodbye. Alys simply turned away, trying to find Lord Walter. The two lines had shrunk from the last time she checked, and upon entering the line in front of Lord Walter, the knight beside him audibly grumbled. It was mostly simple drills that the recruits were going through, so it wasn't anything too difficult or that would take much time. Even still, the line was thinning at a rather slow rate. While Alys waited in line, she started to notice something; most of the people trying to be recruited were male. This wasn't very surprising as most well-known female knights in Caryinea were infamous. With so many female knights having an evil reputation surrounding them, most girls were reluctant to be recruited. But if a girl were to have a famous father, she would have nothing to worry about.Except, maybe if they weren't that strong, or not very tall... Alys shook her head. She was in line, so there was no turning back now. Before Alys even realized it, it was her turn, and Lord Walter seemed a little surprised at seeing Alys."My, have you grown since last I saw you, Alys." Lord Walter said, his hand extended.Alys smiled and shook his hand. "Aye, last time I saw you was when my father retired from being a freelance."Walter nodded, looking off into the distance as if he could see the past. "Ah, yes, we even clashed swords a couple times, and the last few times were a little embarrassing for me." A smirk formed on his face. "Heh, it was so embarrassing I asked him to be in my personal guard, but he had other plans. Said he had a dragon to tame at home."Walter laughed as Alys' cheeks turned red in embarrassment, and despite her protest of not being a dragon, she was rather enjoying the conversation. When Walter finally calmed down, he picked up two drill swords, handing one to Alys."Well, let's see how good you are."When Alys grabbed the sword from Walter, she almost dropped the sword as its weight caught her off guard."It's a little heavy..." Alys said, struggling to keep the tip pointed upward.Walter had a concerned look on his face. "Aye, it should, that's weighted to be a little less than the weight of our real swords." Noticing the tip dipping every few seconds, Walter decided to hurry up with the training. "Try a slash, any direction is fine."Alys complied, and was left slightly off balance after her swing, unable to entirely cope with the weight. Walter frowned, but continued. "Now try a stab."Alys thrust her sword forward, but the heavy drill sword caused her to fall forward. Her cheeks burned as those who watched the poor display chuckled. Walter quickly hushed them with a glare, yet Alys could already feel tears forming in her eyes as she pulled her legs up into her arms. Walter, sitting next to Alys, put his arm around her."I know you must have tried to gain some muscle for this training, but I can't give you a lighter sword, it's just too fragile in combat. Why don't you try being a blacksmith instead, I heard you're great at th-""I don't want to be a blacksmith!" Alys interrupted, catching him mid-sentence. "I want to fight, to prove I have guts and courage and honor like my father..."Walter sighed, dreading the words he had to say. "Well, I hate to say this, but... I can't accept you."Alys sniffed, nodding before Walter helped her up. She walked dejectedly to a nearby bench, placing her head in her hands. "Why was I cursed with such a frail, weak body?" Alys thought to herself, trying to cope with what just happened."Why are you so sad?" a voice beside her asked. Alys quickly turned around, noticing a man in a long-sleeved robe. It obscured his face from view, and his robes were black, with an intricate, dark blue pattern on it."What do you want?" Alys said curtly. The man simply looked away and sighed."Why doesn't anybody trust a mage." He mumbled to himself before turning to face Alys once again. "You know, I noticed you were down and tried to be nice."Alys looked away. "I don't need a stranger's pity.""Even if this stranger heard your conversation with Lord Walter?"Alys' face once again turned crimson. "W-wipe that out of your mind, o-or I'll-""Or you'll what, stab the lead mage of Ravensteel with a knife which, I assume, would ironically be made out of raven-steel?"Alys looked at Tejjun, understanding dawning on her face. "You're a sorcerer?"Tejjun threw up his arms in frustration. "Must everyone say that word? Mage is more accurate and is easier to roll off the tongue!""I'm sorry, I didn't know that it was such a... heavy word.""Nobody ever knows." Tejjun grumbled. Coughing, Tejjun regained his composure. "Anyways, I wanted to ask you something.""What is it?""Would you want to be my apprentice?"Alys instantly hopped up from the bench. "You want to make me a knight?""Aye- wait, what? No!""Then what are you asking?""Maybe this was a bad idea." Tejjun thought to himself. "I'm a mage, so I'd be training you as a mage, not some spear wielding-""Knights use swords-""Must everyone correct me!" Tejjun shouted. After the few seconds of silence, he continued. "...The point is you'll be a mage, so do you want to or not?"Alys thought it over. If she denied the request, what else could she do other than blacksmith? She knew archers were usually not freelance, often being a defending and attacking force. She didn't know how to sing, play an instrument, cook, or even take care of horses."I... will.""Good, then here is a piece of parchment that should get you into the castle.""What do you mean by 'should'?""Well, if the oafs at the front gate can read, they might not let you in.""Why not?""Even if they can read, I doubt they could read my name." Tejjun got up from his bench, dusting off his robes. before heading towards the castle."Wait, I have one more question!" Alys called over, and Tejjun turned around."What is it?""Don't I have to be born to a sorcerer to become one?" Alys couldn't help laughing at the angry words that came in reply.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Hmmmm... I still can't seem to make it out.""Me neither, but it does say it grants her access to the castle, so it must be true.""Aye, let's just let her in."The two guards that had poured over the piece of parchment for a half hour handed Alys her note back, and the two stepped aside. Alys sighed. "And I thought Tejjun was joking." She thought, walking into the castle walls. On the opposite side of the wall, men and women were up and about, continuing with their day to day lives. It was a very busy place, and a large tavern proved just how many people it catered to. Alys had to step out of the way as a cart full of supplies went by, almost colliding with her. Brushing off the dress she was wearing, Alys proceeded to shout a very unladylike word to the cart driver."And after I took the time to pick out this dress." Alys grumbled. She checked to make sure the sheath she had sewn into her red dress had survived, and the stitching seemed to have held. "I guess I could have become a tailor." She thought absentmindedly.Looking around, she noticed a large stone building with black steel doors. "That must be the place." Alys said, approaching it. Getting closer, she could see that there were a huge amount of stairs that led up to the entrance, most likely used to give the defenders a small height advantage. The door had two guards with spears, and looking up, she realized that sentries were posted on the walls. The thing that struck her as odd was the fact that there were no torch sconces on the outside of the building. Thinking about it, she realized that torches would ruin the defender's night vision, possibly making it more difficult to see an intruder. Alys decided she was making herself look suspicious from her careful observation, so she proceeded to the entrance."Halt." The two guards boomed in unison."State your business." The one on the left asked."I have a pass to let me in to see Tejjun, I'm his new apprentice.""Ah, yes, no need to show us, Tejjun told us to let you in to his room right away." The guard on the right said, and the two opened the doors.Alys looked at the directions that were scribbled on the back of the parchment before heading to the top of a spire, one of the tallest the castle had. Reaching the top, she saw a metal door. Knocking on it, the door swung open."Come in." Came the voice of Tejjun, who could be seen looking over the balcony of the tower. His hood was down, and his black hair was messy, as if it had been blown by a gale and he'd chosen not to brush it afterwards. He had a small beard which, to Alys, looked more like Tejjun accepted that it would grow than wanting it there. All of his hair at the ends, despite how black his hair was, looked like it was singed off, as if Tejjun didn't feel it worth the trip to go find a barber in this castle whenever his hair got too long. Walking up beside him, Alys peered down, seeing the grandeur of the castle."Wow, what a great room! Didja get this from doing something special?" Alys asked, and Tejjun chuckled."I guess you could say that. Lord Walter thought it best I'm at the tallest tower we have, that way if one of my spells goes wrong, there's less to repair.""What if it's such a powerful spell that the entire tower collapses?""I think that thought is the reason I don't cast very dangerous spells up here."Tejjun turned around to see the door to his room was swinging on its hinges freely. "Well, I know you're definitely not nobility, you left my door open." Tejjun said, moving his hand forward and then to the side. The door slammed shut, and Alys jumped in surprise."What, you've never seen magic before?" Tejjun asked, walking into his room.Alys shook her head. "You're the only mage I know." Alys looked around the room, taking in the surroundings. All of the doors were made of raven-steel, and the walls and floor, while ornately decorated, showed signs that layers of the black steel were placed to keep any magic mostly contained. Despite the hints of steel showing, the room looked more like the room of some nobleman than the room of a mage. Paintings hung from the wall and a giant red rug encompassed the entire floor. The paintings in question seemed to shimmer, as if they were simply conjured. The walls they hung on had a thin layer of white paint to counter the black steel that lined the walls. Two chests were against a wall, and they were both made of black steel. A fireplace was placed across from the balcony, and the center of the room contained a table with two chairs. While they were made of raven-steel, the chairs had cushioning on the seat and back. The table itself was the ugliest part of the room, being charred from what Alys assumed were a bunch of failed spells. Three doors that Alys hadn't taken notice of until now were left open, two of which being bedrooms. The beds were made and looked much comfier than the one Alys had at home. Each room had two wardrobes against the walls and a footlocker at the end of each bed. The last door contained a bath and a chamber pot.Alys tilted her head in confusion. "How do you empty a chamber pot from all the way up here? Wouldn't it be a pain?""Actually, it's as simple as can be, I had it enchanted, and now it teleports any waste to the castle of Ugredia. I don't know where in the castle, but does it really matter?" Alys chuckled in response."I wonder, could you transport spells wit-""I already tried that, only waste. I attempted to blow up the king of Ugredia, Yungora, with an explosive spell by sending it through.""I'm guessing it didn't go well?""Actually, it was the best decision I ever made!""But I didn't hear of any explosion in Ugredia castle.""What about the explosion at this castle?""Yeah, I heard it destroyed half..." Alys paused, smiling. "You didn't...""I did, blew up half the castle and got this place specially made so it would never happen again, isn't it amazing?" The two laughed, sitting down."How did you survive?""When I got ready to cast the spell, I equipped the heaviest raven-steel armor I could find. Brand-new too. It was so dented and scratched up afterwords that I'm surprised I wasn't killed.""From the explosion?""Nope, from Lord Walter! He chased me with his sword for an entire day before the guards could stop him!" They both howled in laughter, Alys almost falling out of her chair."I saw him yesterday and his armor looked like it saw a hundred battles!""It might as well have, that's what Walter tells everyone!"After one more laugh, the two finally calmed down, both of which wiping away tears."I have more stories to tell, but I'll leave those for another time. Now you told me you never saw a mage before today, is that correct?""Aye, only heard stories.""Well, you might as well forget what you heard, I'm going to tell you the basics. Anyone with a high enough concentration can cast a spell, they just have to have determination to learn, and the intelligence to keep learning. In other words, the eggheads that guard the front gate to the castle wouldn't be able to bend a spoon if they tried... I take that back, their way of trying is by grabbing both ends with their hands and pushing their thumbs in the middle as their hands pulled back." As Tejjun was talking, he pulled out two water flasks and a candle."But none of those are a spoon." Alys pointed out.Tejjun rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. "Well, bending metals takes a little bit more effort than what I'm about to do, so watch."Placing the candle upright, Tejjun took one of the flasks and drank from it before sitting down. Staring at the candle, he pointed his hand at it, palm facing downwards, before turning his hand halfway around. The wick quickly glowed to life before an entire flame was formed. After a few seconds, Tejjun blew out the candle and a thin trail of smoke headed towards the ceiling."Wow, how did you do that?""Well I- I said watch, did you see my hand gesture?""Yeah, you kinda pointed at it like this," Alys stuck out her hand, miming the pose. "...and turned it like this.""Yes, but you forgot the most crucial part.""And what was that?"Tejjun lifted the water flask. "I drank some water."Alys blinked a few times, registering what he just told her. "You drank...""...some water, yes.""...""...""...HOW IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE?!" Alys screamed, sending Tejjun to the floor.Righting his chair, Tejjun dusted himself off before sitting back down. "Well, in order to conjure, you use up water you drank as energy. If you have insufficient water, your spells are more likely to fizzle out, and those you do cast could very well kill you from thirst.""So by staying hydrated, I'm actually able to be a sorcerer?""Well, technically, yes, but there are more rules to it. First off, when you mimicked my hand motion, why didn't the candle light up once again?""Because I haven't been staying hydrated?"Tejjun slapped his face. "Forget the stupid water for a second! Why do you think the spell didn't cast?"Alys sat there, thinking. "Did I have to say some words or something?""But I didn't say anything.""Was I not supposed to have said anything?""Jeez..." Tejjun thought the answer was so simple that she should have guessed it on her first try. "think.""I was supposed to think?""Yes.""...THIS MAKES LESS SENSE THAN THE WATER!" Alys shouted, this time Tejjun was prepared and didn't fall over."I said earlier, it requires concentration, you have to think of what you are going to cast before you do." Tejjun handed Alys a water flask. She drank from it, noticing a niggling feeling from down below, but ignored it for now. Trying to imagine the flame in her head, Alys thought she was ready to cast the spell. Pointing her hand forward, she turned it, getting nothing."Don't worry, it takes time, although at first you might need a lot more water than you're used to for it to work. Go ahead, drink some more."Being the impatient type, Alys drank the whole thing in one go.Tejjun shook his head. "This is why I keep tons of extra water up here, you'll just drink through it as if it's wine."Tejjun would refill Alys' flask and Alys would try to cast the flame, but nothing would work.Jiggling her legs, the pressure was slowly but surely building in between. Finally, a fizzing noise came from the tips of her finger."D-did I just cast a spell?""Almost, but it fizzled out. Give it one more try."Trying her best, Alys concentrated, palm facing downwards. She was thinking of the flame she was to instantly form on the candle. Suddenly, her bladder leaked, and Alys squeaked as her left hand shot downwards, yet her right hand had open up entirely, palm facing down.Realizing just in time what was going on, Tejjun ducked under the table, and Alys' hand sprayed a flamethrower down at the table. The force of it shot her hand up, spraying the wall in front of her with fire. Closing her hand, Alys stopped the torrent of fire from being cast from her hand and stuck both hands against her dress."S-sorry. I really have to pee, and I kinda... yeah."Tejjun got out from under the table, looking at the entirely melted candle. "Jeez, you know how expensive candles are?""S-s-sorry." Alys replied meekly. Tejjun sighed, pointing to a door behind him."You might as well empty yourself in there, that way we don't get another flamethrower."Alys nodded before quickly standing up, rushing to the bathroom.A few minutes later, Alys came out, relieved. She sat back in her chair."You know, you could have just told me it was getting cold in here and I would have lit the fire for you." Tejjun said, pointing behind him at the lit fireplace."Alys smirked at the joke. "Well, you had me so concentrated on lighting the candle, I decided to kill two birds with one fire spell."Hearing a knocking sound from the entrance to the room, Tejjun opened the door with the swing of his hand. A black-haired girl carrying a tray of food jumped, almost dropping it on the floor. She was wearing a maid outfit, and from her constantly darting gaze, she was afraid someone or multiple people she knew would see her. Looking around the room, the girl's gaze settled on Alys and her face turned a shade of red as she trembled."Ah, you're the new servant, sorry to scare you like that. What's your name?"The girl looked at the food, as if her name was in it. "A...Anna." The servant said in a whisper. Alys looked at the girl, feeling as though she knew her.Tejjun stood up, walking to the girl. "Sorry, I couldn't hear you. What was that?"The servant looked away, trying to hide herself from sight. Handing the tray to Tejjun, she whispered her name before quickly running away."I wonder what that was about." Tejjun said, closing the door and putting the food on the table."Did you happen to catch her name?""Yeah, she said it was Anna."Alys now realized who the person was. "She lives near me, Anna always wanted to be a cook, but was reluctant because training as a chef meant having to serve the castle occupants for the first few months before cooking for a few. Those who want to stay servants stay and learn that, and those that are able to cook cook. Sometimes A noble will hire a maid that does both, which is why the training is clumped together like that. She's the shyest person I know, and I bet that dress isn't helping matters.""I can tell, the poor girl almost fell down the steps trying to avoid being seen by you."The two started eating their food, yet something was on Alys' mind. "Why did I cast a flamethrower spell anyways?"Tejjun seemed reluctant to answer, yet he said, "Well, you know how I said water is used up to cast magic?""Yeah, what of it?""Well, it's instantly converted... into pee."Alys stared directly at Tejjun, who raised up his hand. "I swear I'm telling you the truth. It's embarrassing, but it's true.""And what's this have to do with the flamethrower?""Well, you know how you had to pee?""...yeah.""Well, you finally were about to cast the spell, but since you thought of a torrent of... whatever... you cast a torrent of fire."Alys' face was red in embarrassment, yet she nodded. Finishing up their meal, Tejjun handed Alys her water flask back."Ready to try that spell again, this time without a flamethrower?"Alys reached for the water but stopped short. Finally making up her mind, she took the water flask. "What the heck, sure." |
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Chapter 2: Bard Class is the Best Class!
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Maria had taken a different path than Alys that day. Instead of heading up a tower for her training, Maria had to take a slight detour. Opening the door to the room in question, Maria couldn't help but look up; the ceiling was higher here than other parts of the castle, and the windows it had were purely decoration. If Maria didn't know better, she would have mistook the room for a chapel, if not a small one. Looking around the room some more, she noticed a couple benches were present, but only a few, and they angled to face a desk and chair that, guessing from the size and materials, could be moved to the side with ease.
Walking forward, her boots clopped loudly on the cobbles before she finally reached the nearest bench. All of the furniture was placed on a circular rug. It didn't extend too far, and seemed rather small in comparison with the room, even if the room wasn't necessarily large, just tall. Looking at the desk, Maria saw three lutes placed atop it. One was wooden, and from closer inspection, it was in much distress. The wood looked as if it were chipped in every place imaginable, even on the inside somehow. Plucking at a string, a dull note emitted from it, way flatter than it should with how taught the string was. Looking at the other lutes, they were both made out of raven-steel, and they had this fiefs name engraved on the inside in red. She assumed some form of paint was used to color in the engraved name, as it was a rather odd sight to see dark red letters on a lute. The two were works of art, each with a different design on it. Plucking the string of one of them, a perfectly tuned C sounded, a stark comparison to the wooden lute.
"You know musicians don't appreciate others touching their instruments." A commanding voice called from behind Maria, making her jump. Spinning on her heels to see who it was, Maria slipped, colliding with the table. She toppled to the ground, landing on her butt. Rubbing her injured rump, Maria looked up, and the green haired Elicia had her hand out. Grasping it, she was heaved up to her feet, and Maria dusted her clothes off the best she could.
"Lesson number one and two, don't touch someone else's musical instrument unless allowed to do so, and don't be clumsy." Maria frowned at the jab at her.
"Well, I'm surprised this rug was so easy to slip on."
"Don't expect everything to be as you expect at first glance."
Maria nodded. "Words to live by."
"Or die by." Elicia replied, bringing a darker tone to the room. Maria glanced to the lutes on the table and back at her teacher.
Pointing, she asked, "May I?"
Elicia smiled, handing her one of the black steel lutes. "Sure." Maria cradled it in her hands and spun the lute around, taken in by its craftsmanship. It felt as though it weighed only slightly more than the wooden lute placed before her, and without the comparison, she would have simply assumed it was rather light for a lute made of black steel.
"Who made this?"
"I'm not at liberty to say."
Glancing at her teacher, Maria shrugged. Placing it down and lifting the other lute, she realized this second one weighed more. The metal didn't look any thicker, and to her both lutes might as well have been this heavy. Looking inside, she realized it displayed more light than normal, and comparing with the other, it wasn't that it let in more light; the second lute simply had a little less room in it. Plucking at it, the second lute sounded just like the other, and its shape was largely unaltered. She did notice the strings and neck were a slightly different length, as if to compensate for the slightly shallow interior. Putting the lute back down, Maria looked at her teacher, a question on her face.
"So you asked yesterday if I wanted to be a... spy... and I decided I might want to know a little more before I decide."
Elicia smiled, as if she expected the question. "Well, you'll learn how to sneak up on people like I just did, even though I'm wearing boots." Elicia said, pointing to her feet. "One more thing before I refuse to tell you any more unless you accept, you will be going from fief to fief as a traveling agent, gathering information for our king. You will also travel to other kingdoms, but always in the guise as a travelling minstrel."
Elicia, letting Maria think upon her words, moved her hand forward. "So, what will it be?"
Maria seemed reluctant to make up her mind so quickly, but seeing the outstretched hand, her heart raced. By shaking that hand, not only was she able to play music to her hearts content, making a living off of it, but she also was to live a life of excitement, of intrigue, and of honor to her kingdom. With such compelling reasons, Maria grasped Elicia's hand, shaking it once and saying "I'll join."
Elicia's smile widened. "Then I guess it's settled, you will start training as a cloak and dagger starting today, and your training as a Bard will be mixed in. I can't have your talents getting rusty, right?"
Looking over Maria one last time, she walked to the entrance of the room, opening it. "You can come back in now." Elicia called, and the girl from yesterday walked behind her. From closer inspection, the girl was almost as small as Alys, and her hair was the same brown. Her hair, however, was cut short, and the eyes were a solid blue instead of the preternatural green and blue mixture that seemed to change on a daily basis.
"So, did you accept as well?" The girl asked Maria when she finally reached her.
"Aye. By the way, my name's Maria, and you're...?" Maria asked, leaving the question hanging.
Taking a little longer than normal to reply, the girl gave out a rushed "Sarah, I'm Sarah."
Looking between the two girls, Elicia clapped her hands together, attracting the attention of the two. "Well, let's get started, shall we?"
Elicia approached the table, pointing to the two lutes. "I had the wooden lute on the table so you two could get a comparison of it with the two other lutes, it's a little obvious I don't take care of it. As you both probably know, while forging instruments out of raven-steel is uncommon in many other fiefs, it's a symbol of status to own one. Almost all of the raven-steel lutes are made in this fief, so having one doesn't necessarily mean you're from this fief. On the other hand, it just means you have enough money to own one." Lifting up the lighter of the two, she strummed a quick tune before holding it by the neck. "This one is a rather light lute. I'll give it to you, Sarah, but first you might find this interesting." Thumbing at a part of the lute, she pulled a hidden catch before two blades jutted out of the sides, surprising the two girls.
"Are those... axe blades?" Sarah asked, leaning forward to get a better look. The blades had holes strategically cut out of it to save weight without sacrificing durability.
"They are, and they lock in place as soon as that catch I showed you is used. You can fold it back in like this..." Elicia said, demonstrating the method. "...and then it's back to a simple lute."
"That's amazing!" Maria said, impressed with the creativity of it all. Handing the lighter lute to Sarah, Elicia pointed to the second lute.
"This lute is one of my favorites. I have my own that's a bit heavier, but this one is yours Maria." Elicia lifted it up before pulling the clasp on it. This time, the two blades that came out looked more traditional, and the blade itself seemed thicker. It still had holes in it to save weight, but they were further from the center.
"We have found out that the holes seem to help the axe not get stuck when cutting. This does sacrifice the weight needed for a powerful axe swing, so yours is thickened to compensate for that. You won't feel much of a difference with yours compared with a real axe, but it does get stuck less often." She demonstrated how to close the blades on the lute before handing it to Maria. Looking at it carefully, she could barely tell there were axe blades concealed in it. Looking inside it once again, Maria noticed that the blades were the reason the inside looked more shallow than normal. The holes in the blades couldn't be seen unless she placed a candle inside it, and nobody would do that. Ejecting the blades once again, Maria held it by the neck, feeling the balance.
"We have these specially made by two of the best blacksmiths in Ravensteel fief, they're great at hiding their constructions from prying eyes. The two you're both holding are made by one and assembled and decorated by another." Elicia pulled a third lute from her desk, and while it seemed a little scratched up, the scratches were in places that wouldn't harm the instrument.
"I have a question." Sarah asked. "Why are there dark red letters on the blades?"
Elicia's smile turned wicked. "That's from testing."
"Of what kind?"
"Of the killing kind." Elicia said, shocking her apprentices. Maria took a step back.
"B-but doesn't blood dry brown? Why is the text red?"
"Well, after a raven-steel blade is finished, they usually aren't engraved. Those that are tend to collect blood. While it does wash out, the red color will stick."
"So if you don't mind me asking," Maria said. "who were killed by these blades?"
Elicia grew confused before smiling once more, laughing it off. "They weren't used on humans, they were just used to get some meat and hide from some cattle!" She pointed to the red name. "We try to color it ahead of time, that way if you show people your lute before killing someone with it, they won't notice the change in color." Elicia realized something else, pointing to her red cloak, red dress, and then finally pointing to her black boots. "To hide any blood, we wear the red cloak and short, red dress. The dress is kept very short so it doesn't get caught on lose nails or the such, and we can easily run in it if we ever need to. The reverse side of the cloak..." Elicia showed the side that faced into her dress. "...is black, so we can hide at nighttime more easily. It's longer than the dress as well. Finally, while red boots don't exist, black leather boots do, so we get those instead. They're less of a give away at night as well." Spinning around to show the girls, she pointed to the door. "I'll be back in a moment, We have a tailor that specially makes our clothes, that way you'll get clothes that are very durable. We'll teach you a little needlework just in case it rips and you can't get to a tailor, but otherwise you really wouldn't need to worry."
Elicia walked away, the only sound she was making was a faint humming. When the door closed behind her, Maria and Sarah decided to take their seats. "So, did you sing in front of Elicia yet?" Maria asked. Sarah gave her a nervous smile. "Not yet, even when we're the only two in a room, it seems like I can't even talk without tumbling over the first syllable." Maria giggled, and Sarah blushed in response. "D-don't laugh!"
"Sorry, I just never heard of a bard that couldn't even say what song they were playing."
"W-well, at least I can play the lute, how about you?"
It was Maria's turn to blush now. "I'll have you know, I've played a little before I asked to be an apprentice!"
The two quickly silenced as the door behind them swung open, admitting Elicia and a new woman. The woman must have been the tailor, and from the looks of things, she was rather wealthy. Her dress had so many symbols and patterns that it was absolutely gaudy. "She may be a good tailor, but she has awful fashion sense." Maria thought. The tailor seemed to have a distant look in her eyes, as if she were deep in thought. Elicia was carrying a box, which most likely contained fabric, thread, needles, and other sewing supplies. When the tailor spoke, her voice was so high pitched it made Maria flinch. "Aw, yes, I'm a genius." She said. Sarah was the first to respond.
"What do you mean, Lady..."
"Lady Lunet, a famous tailor. I'm the lady who met the requirements without failure." Her rhyming tone barely seemed forced, as if she had been talking in rhyme since birth. Like some sort of play, Lady Lunet had been making gestures as she talked. With only a short pause, she continued without faltering. "I was told that you two required a dress, you also need ones with finesse." Maria wasn't one to enjoy rhyming, so the whole conversation was a headache. Bowing, Lunet continued. "While I am at your command, I've already made the clothes you demand. We already have your measurements, don't ask how we got them, I crafted these clothes with expertness, I insist both of you to try them." Lunet spun around, grabbing the box as she continued spinning, stopping only when she faced the two girls once again. Opening the box, one side had a note labeled 'Sarah' and on the other labeled 'Maria'. The two girls picked out the clothes, holding them up to their body to check the fit.
"Try them on." Elicia said, and Sarah instantly protested.
"What are you saying!? I'm not stripping in front of anyone!"
"But Lunet insists to make sure everything is in order."
"T-then get a screen or something; unlike some of you, I have dignity."
Lady Lunet giggled before shuffling her hands through the box, unfolding the entire thing. "I knew you would want a screen, so made the box one. There's no need to be mean, you can use this one." The box had unfolded into multiple poles connected by cloth, and the cloth barely let any light through. Grabbing it, Sarah quickly went to a corner of the room before hiding behind it, quickly changing. When she walked out, the signature red cloak and dress seemed to fit her perfectly. Maria also got changed, noticing how it fit loosely, yet it was obvious that, if it were any smaller, it would be too tight. The cloak, upon draping over her shoulders, seemed to weigh down more than it should. Walking out from behind the screen, she realized that her new boots made less noise than her old ones.
"These clothes are beautiful!" Sarah said, spinning around on the spot.
Lunet chuckled. "I make sure the clothes are elegant and versatile, it's made for the court and for the bar. The cloak conceals raven-steel chainmail, the cloak will make sure you do not scar." Pointing to the backs of the boots, inside the sleeves, and finally the sides of her dress partially concealed by the cloak, Lunet ended the conversation with, "One last thing before I take my leave. There are daggers in your boots and your sleeves. There are also daggers hidden on your side, so if someone searches you, you have more that you hide." Maria checked the aforementioned places, and she had two heavy daggers on her side, with lighter ones in her boots, and then even lighter ones in her sleeves. Between the daggers and the lute-axe, Maria felt like she was a walking weapon. Maria was actually rather glad about that, feeling much safer with seven weapons on her person. By the time she looked in front of her once again, the lady had left the room, even taking her box/screen with her.
"Now that she knows they fit perfectly, Lady Lunet will make a couple of sets for the both of you." Elicia said before walking in front of the girls. "Anyways, since we talked a lot about weapons, let's go to more... 'bard-like' aspects. Sarah, let's start with you."
Maria could see Sarah stiffen up. "M-m-me?"
"Yes, you. Sing a song, any song!"
As terrified as Sarah was, she wouldn't get to sing the song, for a knock at the door stole Elicia's attention. "Well, I guess that's the servant here to bring us food." Sarah heaved a sigh of relief, yet Elicia turned around, stating, "You'll sing right after we eat, so don't stop worrying just yet."
Walking to the door, Elicia made no sound, and upon reaching the door, opened it quickly. The black-haired girl stepped back, glad she wasn't startled to the point of dropping the large tray.
"Oh, hello, Anna."
"Wha... I... H-how did you know my name?" Anna asked, trying to look past Elicia.
Elicia leaned to the side, keeping Anna from looking behind her. Elicia grabbed the tray from Anna's hands. "A bard should know everyone's name. Anyways, why are you trying to peek at my new recruits?"
Anna blushed, covering her face. "I... I just wanted to know who got picked as bards this year. I'm so sorry for being so nosy..."
Elicia's smile melted away Anna's worried expression. "Well, why not look for yourself?" She gestured for Anna to come in. Approaching the table, Anna looked over Sarah, feeling jealous about the dress's design.
"Y-you know, maid outfits look pretty, too." Anna said, trying to make herself feel better.
"It does look rather good on you." Maria put in, and Anna's eyes widened.
Spinning around and confirming in an instant who it was, Anna instantly started blathering nonstop. "M-Maria! This isn't my... I mean, I'm only- no... I... Servants have to wear this, and-"
"Calm down, it's just me. There's nothing wrong with being a servant, it's mandatory for the first few months anyway." Anna had calmed down, but she was still shaking. "If it makes you feel any better, it looks cute on you." Maria told her, and Anna blushed in return.
"T-thanks..."
An explosion shook the ground, and, like a startled rabbit, Anna bolted from the room. "Wait!" Maria called back, but it was too late. Anna had already left.
"She's a shy one." Elicia said, putting the tray of food on the table. "But I do wonder what that explosion was."
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Anna was halfway down the hall before she stopped running.
"That was so embarrassing, I can't believe I was assigned two of my best friends, and I'll be serving them every month in this." Anna said to herself, gesturing to her uniform. She heaved a sigh. "Okay, so back to the kitchen to get one last tray of food, it goes t-" Anna froze, her mind racing. Sure, it was a huge honor to do what she was about to do next, but Anna didn't dare. After all, it was one thing to serve a Prince food while wearing a maid outfit. It was another thing entirely to serve food to her crush while wearing a maid outfit.
Anna paced for a minute, debating in her mind what she should do. "Maybe I should get someone else to do it... But then the head chef will think I'm not cut out to work here... but then I wouldn't have to risk making myself look like a village idiot..." Anna shook her head, her mind set. "I have to do this, otherwise I'll never be head chef." Anna quickly ran to the kitchen, remembering to slow down in case anyone was leaving it, and stepped in. Anna could instantly smell all of the delicious food, and despite this being her third time here, she couldn't stop her mouth from watering. Spiced meat, boiling vegetables, and many other scents filled the room. She had eaten before she had to hand out the food, but she longed for more, its divine taste had almost stolen her heart. Almost, because there was another that had.
Taking the tray of food meant for the Prince, she quickly rushed out, heading to the Prince's quarters. Reaching the door, Anna saw that it was guarded by two soldiers. Stopping short, she looked at the door, thinking of the person beyond it.
"Ah, you have the Prince's food, come right in." One of the guards said. But Anna did not come right in. Anna's feet were stuck in place, unable to move. She was shaking horribly, unable to control her fear of meeting the Prince eye to eye.
The guards looked at each other, realizing that Anna was too scared to go in. "I'll take it to him for you, don't worry." One said, easily plucking the tray from Anna's hands. Time seemed to slow down as he walked to the door, tray in hand. And possibly her job.
And possibly her husband.
Anna shut her eyes and balled up her fists. "I can do it myself."
The guard stopped, hearing Anna for the first time. "What did you say?"
"I-I said I'll do it myself!" Anna said a bit louder than she intended, face scarlet. She opened her eyes, realizing what she said. "I... sorry, it's just that, I'm a servant and all, and you're supposed to guard the Prince, not feed him."
The guard smiled, handing the tray back. "Well, if you insist that you'll be okay."
Anna accepted the tray back, nodding. "I'll be fine, just inform the Prince I'm here."
The guard knocked on the door, calling to the Prince that his food had arrived. Getting a reply, he motioned for Anna to go in while he opened the door.
The room was more for a scribe than a Prince, books lined the walls on every side, even over the fireplace. Every inch of the floor was carpeted, hiding the cobbles beneath. The only windows in the room had the drapes drawn, and bookshelves crowded around it. If the fireplace wasn't lit, the room would have been pitch-black. Shadows were scattered along the walls from the fireplace. A massive pine desk was stacked with books, and a young man was hiding behind the stack, dissecting one of the books in front of him. A candle was lit beside him, as the fireplace's light was mostly blocked by his desk. From the uncertain light, it was hard to tell that his hair was blood red. Anna heard the door shut behind her, and looking around the desk, she could find no room to place the tray.
"U-ummm... P-prince H-Henry... y-y-your food is h-here..." Anna stammered, taking a few cautious steps forward. The Prince looked up from his book, observing Anna intently. After what seemed like hours to Anna, Prince Henry looked away, placing a few stacks on the floor to save room. Taking that as her cue, Anna stepped forward, placing the tray on his desk. With her current job complete, all she had left was to take back the trays. Well, after that, she also had to stick around here to see if there was anything else the Prince needed, but Anna didn't want to think about that just yet. She stepped back, watching as he bit into the loaf of bread whilst still keeping his eyes on the book. Possibly noticing Anna's steady gaze on him, Prince Henry looked up from his book.
"Is there anything else?"
Anna blushed, putting up her hands. "N-no! I just... found it weird..."
Henry's curiosity was piqued, and, placing a feather in between the pages, closed the book. He clasped his hands together, elbows on the table. "And what is it that you find weird?"
"Well... I just heard the rumors that you were a..." Anna paused, and seeing Henry wave to go on, continued. "...that you were a Prince that cared more about books than his subjects." Henry nodded, frowning.
"I se-"
"But I don't think that's true!" Anna blurted before covering her mouth. "I'm sorry, Prince Henry, I didn't mean to interrupt you, I don't know what's come over me."
Henry grinned. "It's fine. Much to the contrast of that rumor, I love to hear people's opinions. I simply have nothing better to do most of the time than read books." His smile widened. "And when I do have something better to do, unless it's urgent, I'd still rather read books."
Anna gave a nervous smile. "Well, I need to collect trays before I come back, so unless you require any more services at the moment, I'll see myself out, Prince Henry." Anna noticed the pause, and she turned away, heading for the door.
"I have one." Prince Henry said, and Anna turned around. "Just call me Henry, sticking Prince in front of it drags out conversations."
Anna smiled once again, but this time it was no longer feeble. "Then Henry it is. I'll come back to collect your tray in a bit, and then I'll be in here until you command otherwise."
Anna walked out of the room, an aura of satisfaction radiating from her. "He's letting me call him by his first name! I can't believe this!" Anna hugged herself and spun in place before she looked beside her. The two guards were still there, guarding the door, and at the moment, looking at her. Anna blushed. "I, um... I'm still on the job, so see you two in a bit!" Anna told the guards before running to the tower. Nearing the top, she slowed. "Wait, Alys doesn't know I'm serving her room yet..." she thought. "Well, I guess this is a better time than any to tell her."
Reaching the door at the top of the spiral stairs, Anna paused, trying to calm herself down before knocking. Finally slowing down her breathing, she gave a few lighthearted knocks before she heard a "Come in." Opening the door, Anna's jaw dropped, witnessing the devastation. The entire room was charred black, the logs from the fireplace lay scattered around the room, some still flaming. The table was on its side, and the chairs against the wall. Smoke seemed to linger on the roof, and the balcony doors were open to help let it out. The only things left untouched were the paintings, which seemed to shimmer when her eyes were not concentrated on them. The carpet was singed beyond belief, and it would have to be replaced.
"What happened?!" Anna yelled, and Tejjun walked out of his bedroom, a red robe on.
"I'll tell you what happened." Tejjun said. "Alys over there tried to light a candle. Simple, no?" He gestured towards Alys, who was sitting on a chest, kicking her feet. Her skin had ashes all over it, but she was wearing a new dress.
"She could light it, but it wasn't always working. Wouldn't you know it, ten minutes later she's complaining that she couldn't light the candle consecutively." Tejjun calmed down for a second, turning to Alys. "I have to admit, Alys, you started catching on faster than I did. Took me a couple days to learn that spell." Alys smiled back, but she continued looking down at her feet.
"Well, I don't know if she wanted to over compensate in her thoughts so even her fizzling spells would be a success, but she cast a fire spell so powerful it became unstable, resulting in an explosion."
Alys looked up, laughing. "I bet you didn't cast THAT on your first day of training."
"Shut up." Tejjun shot back, but he couldn't stop a smile from breaking out. Turning to Anna, he asked. "So, what are you here for?"
"Oh, well, I was here to collect the tray."
"Sorry to break it to you, Anna, but you'll have to go back empty handed." Alys said
Anna faced her, less worried that Alys already knew she was wearing a maid outfit and more worried about not getting the tray back. "Why not?"
"Well..." Alys said, putting her fingers together. "We decided to place the candle on top of it to stop the wax from dripping on the table."
"Oh no." Anna said faintly, putting a hand in front of her mouth.
"Aye, it was at point-blank range." Alys told her, holding the silver tray up. Not only had it melted from the heat, but it also dented so much from the explosion that it was practically a bowl, with the interior being blackened. Anna grabbed the tray, frowning.
"What am I going to tell the head chef?"
"Tell him Tejjun did it. That's how I get all my servants out of trouble." Tejjun said.
"Will it really work?"
"If it doesn't, tell them I'll light their stove for them."
Anna nodded, taking the tray and running down the stairs. Anna was nervous about showing the results of an explosion to her superior, but Tejjun was nonchalant. According to Tejjun, the chef should learn to expect it.
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"Thanks for not telling her the truth." Alys muttered.
"I wouldn't tell her that, it'd mortify you."
Alys nodded. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have drunk so much water."
"I don't think it's the water that did you in, I think that final spell did."
Alys tilted her head. "How so?"
"Well, from how much water you'd been drinking, I'm guessing you needed to pee rather badly, right?"
"Yes, I did."
"You figure out the rest."
Alys sat there for a minute, juggling the evidence around in her head. "I remember that I really needed to pee, and..." She blushed. "I leaked a little for a second. I thought I could hold it for one last spell, but my mind kept thinking of me wetting myself. I kept thinking-" Alys stopped, understanding dawned on her face. "I kept thinking 'If I don't pee soon, I'll explode'!"
Tejjun nodded, a grim look on his face. "And then you cast the explosion spell."
Alys' blush deepened. "And then the spell consumed so much of my water that I couldn't hold the enormous amount of pee any longer, and I..." Alys stopped, as they both knew what remained unsaid. "Thanks for getting a change of clothes for me. I'm just glad she didn't think I changed clothes because they were wet, otherwise I'd be more shy around her than she is around me. Speaking of which..." Alys said, pointing to the floor. "I used your black rug to clean up the mess, you're going to throw it out anyways."
Tejjun grumbled. "I thought a black rug suited the charred walls." Alys chuckled at his joke before they tried figuring out how to clean the mess up. |
I was going to add on to this chapter, but I decided to keep it short, as I am submitting another chapter from my other story at the same time. The next chapter will be longer, I promise!
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Chapter 3: A Day in the Snow
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"Time to wake up, I can't have you sleeping all day."
Alys slowly sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes as she yawned. It had been two weeks since she started training, and yesterday she had taken a break.
"Mages need a break every so often from training, especially early on." Tejjun had told her. "If they work to hard, Then all sorts of things could happen."
"Like what?" Alys got a blank stare in response.
"Maybe it's best you didn't know."
After hearing that, Alys happily took the day off. That was yesterday, however, and today she was back to training. Or, at least, she thought she was, until she heard Tejjun's next words.
"You get another break tomorrow, because today we have your first test."
Alys cocked her head to the side. "Test? What do you mean? I've been learning fire spells and ice spells for a bit now, what test could I possibly take if I have only gone into two trees of magic?"
"Well, we have only gone into two trees, but I thought it best we try using some magic where you can't accidently blow up my room."
"I keep telling you it was a one time thing, give it a break already." Alys huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
Tejjun ignored the last sentence and simply started filling a bag with certain objects in the other room. Alys took the hint and rolled out of bed, the floor was cold from winter's approach, and she didn't like it one bit. Closing the door, she grabbed her arms, shivering. Warm as the fireplace may be in the other room, it didn't reach her room as quickly as she wanted, and she was debating on having the castle masons build one for her. Taking off her nightdress, Alys quickly put on a long, thick, woolen dress, before pulling a thick hooded robe over her. Alys usually didn't wear mage robes, but since she was going outside today, it would be a bad idea not to. Alys chose to wear fur lined boots and then looked around, making sure she didn't forget something. Noticing a dull gleam from her nightstand, Alys picked up her knife, sheathing it in her concealed sheath. "How could I almost forget my dagger after working on its sheathes for so long?"
"Finally decided to leave your room, I see." Tejjun noted as he watched Alys open her door.
"What, can't I take my time? It's not like you told me anything about this test, so why do you insist we hurry?"
Tejjun dismissed the question with the wave of his hand. "It's more of a surprise if I wait to tell you, isn't it?"
"But is that a good thing?"
"Hey, enough with the questions, are we leaving or not?"
Alys looked around one more time, trying to make sure she didn't forget anything else. Feeling satisfied, Alys nodded her head. "I'm ready, let's go."
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"I did forget something." Alys thought glumly, trying her best to keep up with Tejjun. "I forgot to use the chamber pot, and now I really have to pee..."
Tejjun looked back, noticing Alys' slowed pace. "Anything wrong?"
Alys lifted her hands, the small blush on her face being concealed from her cold, already reddened cheeks. "N-no, everything's fine!"
Tejjun raised an eyebrow. "Then why are you trailing behind me when I'm at walking pace?"
"I just... hurt my leg yesterday, so I'm trying not to over-exert it."
Tejjun seemed satisfied with the reasoning, so they continued their walk. They had already left the castle walls a few minutes ago, and within that time snow had started falling from the clouds. The snow stuck, and in no time at all, their path was covered in an inch of snow.
"Why can't Ravensteel be located somewhere that doesn't snow as much? I'd give anything for a warm winter." Alys thought aloud.
"Well, you wouldn't be able to do what I'm about to let you do if it wasn't snowing. I saw the clouds darken yesterday, so I knew it'd snow sometime soon. Trust me, you'll love this." Tejjun said over his shoulder.
Alys didn't doubt she'd enjoy it, but she despised the cold. The fact that it was snowing didn't make her feel any better, instead, it just proved how cold it was. Sighing, a cloud of steam exited her mouth in the cold winter air. "Just tell me when we get there." "I really have to pee."
They walked on, and Alys seemed to slow down even more. She hoped that the building snow would help draw away suspicion, although she now kept a hand gently pressed on the front of her dress. Trying to take her mind off her need, Alys spoke up. "So, I've been wondering something."
Tejjun turned around and Alys quickly moved her hand away from her dress, crossing them at her chest. "What is it?" Tejjun asked.
"Well, I noticed you've said the word 'jeez' a lot, is it short for something? I've never heard anyone else use that word."
Tejjun looked off in the distance, as if recalling a far off memory. "Well, it all started-"
"Wait." Alys cut in. "Is this going to be a true story?"
"No. Anyways, before you so rudely interrupted me..."
Alys shook her head, smirking at Tejjun's immediate response, and his willingness to continue his false tale. It was only a few minutes later before Tejjun stopped, pointing to a bump jutting from the snow. Upon closer inspection, it was a tree stump, although the snow was starting to hide its existence. "Here we are, you see that?"
"Yeah, it's a tree stump, what of it?"
"Well, I'm going to place snowballs on it, and you're going to shoot fireballs at them."
Alys gave a wan smile. "Sounds like fun." Alys said, yet her complexion showed she could think of other things she'd rather do at the moment, something a little more private, for example. Luckily enough for her, Tejjun didn't seem to take notice, too preoccupied with making snowballs.
"Well, I have a couple done, I'll place them on the stump now." Tejjun then shoved as much snow off the tree stump as he could, placing the snowballs on top. "While you practice, I'll make more a short distance away, I'd rather not roast like a chestnut."
Alys didn't have much trouble disintegrating the snowballs, and she alternated between casting with one hand and casting with both. The difficulty increased when Tejjun decided to toss the snowballs in the air (a good distance away from him, of course,) and Alys had to shoot them while they were in flight. Luckily they were far from any nearby village, otherwise the fireballs would have easily ignited the thatched roofs. Alys accuracy seemed to improve, but a short time after, it stagnated, as her mind was starting to sway from focusing on hitting the snowballs and now focusing on her ever-filling bladder.
The constant snowball making and tossing seemed to be tiring Tejjun out, so he eventually called for a break. Alys greatly appreciated the rest, as the constant shooting had worn her out as well. Both of them sat up against the tree stump, which was now slightly singed. Tejjun had lay to the left of her, cloak over his head. Alys felt a small spasm escape her bladder, and without thinking, she used both hands to stop any more from coming through. Luckily, she managed to remove her hands before Tejjun turned her way.
"So, you seem to be doing pretty well, I'd say after a few dozen more I'll be able to determine if you passed or not." Tejjun said, and Alys couldn't help but grin.
"If I'm doing pretty well, why don't you just pass me now?"
"Because it's not whether you are good now, it's if you are good later."
They sat in silence, not even a bird was chirping. It was so peaceful, Alys wished she could lie there and sleep. If it wasn't so cold, that is. She hadn't forgotten how cold it was, and now she wished she was casting spells instead of waiting for Tejjun, the fireballs at least kept her hands warm. The wind picked up, and feeling the chill, she could hear the trees and bushes nearby rustle.
A dry tree branch snapped, and it caught her attention. Casually turning to her right, Alys' eyes widened as she tumbled backwards, sinking into the snow. Standing in front of her on all fours was a large snarling beast. It stood at around five and a half feet tall. The beast's fur was a blotchy pattern of black and white, along with the occasional streaks of red. Its legs were well-built, and at the ends of its paws light glinted off razor sharp talons. The beast's face was the color of pitch, and its eyes had an orange glow. Sharp black teeth crammed its mouth, and its ears were laying flat on its head.
It was obvious the beast had no intentions of parley. Trying her best to end the fight before it started, Alys shot a fireball with one hand while supporting herself with the other. Much like tar, its face burst into flame, yet it only seemed to make the beast angrier.
"W-what is this thing?!" Alys cried, crawling backwards. She could feel her pee quickly escaping her, yet she didn't stop moving. The beast was keeping in step with her, and if she stopped moving to keep from drenching her dress any further, it could easily bite into her.
Tejjun was already standing shooting large icicles at it. The beast dodged with ease, closing in on Alys in the process. "It's a Voryete, they're weak to ice attacks, so you might want to use those."
Alys lifted up a hand, and as she saw ice start to layer upon itself in the air, the Voryete leaped, pinning Alys to the ground. Her left hand was stuck, but her right scrambled for her dagger. She unsheathed and slashed at the beast's feet. It cried in pain in an ominously low tone before jumping away. Alys stood up, and she saw that the beast was eyeing her dagger. It barely dodged another icicle spell from Tejjun before lunging, tearing and singeing Alys' mage robe. Alys cut thin air, just missing the beast and it retaliated, pushing her back to the ground.
The Voryete's head reached for her neck, yet Alys stopped it short with her raven-steel knife, her dagger pushing against the sharp teeth. Alys could feel the heat from its burning head, and perspiration formed on her forehead. The drooling maw of the beast inched closer, breathing heavily in anticipation. A loud "Thunk Thunk Thunk" was heard. The Voryete's head snapped back when three icicles hit its side, and they instantly started to smoke at the wound, the beast wailing in turn. Alys took that moment to slice at it, blood spilling onto her dress, staining it. The beast howled in pain, rolling away from Tejjun and Alys. Alys looked to her side, seeing the beast stand, blood dripping from a jagged cut. Alys shakily stood up, and the beast inched forward once more. Alys took a pace back, her mind racing.
"If it can dodge Tejjun's shots, there's no way I can hit it with an ice spell." The beast took another step forward before dancing away from Tejjun's icicles. "But I can hit it with my dagger..." The beast leaped forward, so Alys had to make up her mind now. Sidestepping, the beast turned its head, re-singeing her robe as it flew by, spinning as it landed. Alys leaped forward while ice formed on the dagger's blade. The Voryete was not expecting such a move from Alys and didn't dodge, taking the hit in its side. Steam spewed from around the blade, and the beast's originally famished eyes were now terrified, and it turned its head, desperately trying to keep Alys away. Alys concentrated, and ice spread across its pelt, all of the ice sizzling as it formed. The Voryete's cries slowly died away before it fell to the ground, limp and half-covered in ice, a plume of steam trailing towards the sky.
Alys was panting, absolutely exhausted from the random encounter. Alys wriggled the knife free, and wiping the blood off on her robe, she saw her name in red on the side of the blade. Alys continued breathing heavily, adrenaline still pumping, and her breath shown in the air. Alys was on her knees looking up at the sky, and she shivered as the sweat cooled on her skin.
But she was alive, and that's all that mattered. Looking back down, she saw that the snow around the Voryete was darkening in blood, and only then did she realize what she had done. Alys had just killed something, and not just a deer or some harmless animal, but a feral, savage, aggressive beast. Alys looked around, and she saw the path of the battle imprinted on the snowy field. She also saw the tree stump that she had first encountered the beast, and the snow there had a trail of yellow. Looking down, Alys could see the faint signs of pee obscured by the blood that now covered her lower body. Alys didn't care, though, she just wanted some well earned rest. She stood, looking to Tejjun, who was drinking from a water flask.
"That was close." Tejjun said. "If it had lasted any longer, I would have killed myself from thirst." He then motioned towards the beast. "Nice job, by the way."
"'Nice job'?" Alys replied, straightening up, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I just killed a Voryete by stabbing it and turning it half to ice, and you give a simple 'Nice job'?"
Tejjun shrugged. "I mean, very good thinking and all, and Voryetes are rather tough, but that was just one. We're lucky it didn't come in a pack, otherwise we'd be fighting up to twenty."
Alys jaw dropped. "They come in packs? How does anyone defeat them?"
"Well, it's advised to fight them four to one to minimize casualties, so up to eighty men."
"That's the size of a small army!"
"And that's why we try to keep them in check. I'm guessing that one escaped our hunters."
Alys shook her head. "I'd hate to fight anything like that ever again."
"Yeah, so I think it's best we hurry along."
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"So how about a reward?" Alys said, and Tejjun turned to look at her.
Alys and Tejjun had walked back to the castle, and those who had seen the blood coated Alys stared wide-eyed, wondering what that small girl could have killed. The two sorcerers decided that they would stop by the tavern to get something to eat. It wasn't as good as the castle's food, but Tejjun had told the chefs he'd be gone and would not require food delivered. They arrived back late, so even if food was delivered, it would be cold by now.
"A reward?"
"You know, a medal or something to commemorate my first kill."
"But I hadn't planned on us fighting a Voryete."
"But I still killed one."
Tejjun was silent for a moment, the noisy tavern filling in the silence. Tejjun came up with a response and continued. "Well, I guess your reward is that you passed your first test."
"How is that a reward?" Alys protested.
"Well, technically, you still hadn't finished, so unless you want to go back out there..." Alys shook her head before bundling up in her robe.
"It's too cold for that, I'll just sit in here."
Edited February 5, 2015 by Justice
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Chapter 4: A Short Conversation Can Hide Many Things
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With the passing weeks, Anna had gotten used to the routine of serving the rooms. That didn't mean she particularly enjoyed doing so, and she would still blush whenever someone mentioned her uniform, yet her stutter had quickly vanished over the passing days. In fact, it seemed to disappear much more quickly around Prince Henry than her two best friends, which shocked her. When Anna thought about it, however, it made sense. Henry was rather informal for a prince, preferring to get right to the point than beat around the issue with formalities. Yet even then, when it came to things of little importance, Henry seemed to contradict his earlier attitude, ready to dress in the most formal attire and appear like most nobles, head held high while dragging out every sentence.
On this day, when Anna had arrived, she noticed something different. An inkwell was placed on the desk, and the many books he would have were replaced with multiple sheets of parchment. Henry was holding a quill in his hand, and from the balled up parchment paper surrounding the desk, it appeared as though he were failing at his task. Henry looked up, and for a moment he didn't recognize the figure at the door. Realizing it was Anna with food, he moved some papers aside, cursing as he almost knocked the inkwell over. He grasped the vial with both hands, steadying it. Anna placed the tray on the table and walked behind the desk, looking over Henry's shoulder. "What are you working on?"
"Resource allocation." Henry said, gesturing to the papers in disgust. "I thought we had a scribe for this."
Anna chuckled. "I thought you were the castle's scribe." Henry smiled in turn.
"Anyways, our scribe simply sorts the data, I still have to choose where everything goes." Henry placed the quill back in its inkwell, deciding to take a break for now.
Anna looked around the table, some of the papers hadn't been crumpled up, instead tossed to the side. The papers each were labeled with a header of a generic term such as "Building Materials" or "Food Stockpile" with more specific names underneath. Picking them up, she placed the papers next to the kindling near the fireplace; the papers would be used in replacement to help start and maintain the fire. Passing by the table to get more, she brushed past a paper, knocking it to the floor. Anna said a quick "Sorry." before reaching down to pick it up. Out of all the papers on Prince Henry's desk, this one had a title she had not seen in the papers scattered around the floor, titled "Armies and Garrisons". Anna looked down the list and was surprised to see that the army number was huge compared with the Garrison number. A smaller Garrison than army was usually expected, but this number seemed astronomically high! Placing it on Henry's desk, she saw Henry looking at her, an inquiring look on his face. Anna decided she might as well ask. "Why is there only one copy of the 'Armies and Garrisons' paper? Did you burn the rest?"
"No, that's the only copy, and it was the first one I wrote down."
"Then, if it's okay with you, could you tell me why the numbers are so large?" Anna knew the answer before the question left her lips. Most people in Ravensteel could feel the tension between their fief and that of the country of Ugredia. Despite the country being smaller than Caryinea, its population was much greater, and land disputes were raging behind the scenes, Ugredia carving out Caryinea as it saw fit. Rumors were also passing that the neighboring country was planning on invading Caryinea, forcing the army to be split up. This neighboring country was known as Regnevis, and its fiefs circled a massive lake. The lake made troop transport between fiefs easy, and an army could arrive at the border in a matter of days. Anna heard all this from a man who's friend was a general, so it was obviously the most trustworthy source. Trustworthy sources or otherwise, Anna knew it was true, as the ongoing conversation with Prince Henry revealed as much. Of course, it left out the rumor that Ugredia had an army of acid spewing dragons that were as tall as mountains, but seeing as a drunk soldier had told her that rumor, it was quite clearly common knowledge by now.
"In any case," Henry continued from where he left off. "We'll be going to war sooner or later, and at the moment the former seems like the case." Henry saw concern show on Anna's face, and Henry couldn't help but utter a small laugh. "I'll be fine, my father forces me to practice with the sword and shield first thing in the morning. I'm quite adept, if I do say so myself." Anna's concern faded, but it was still present.
Anna realized the tray was empty, so she quickly took it back to the kitchen before going to collect the one remaining tray. Tejjun had told the chef not to make food for them today (much to the delight of Darrison, the head chef), so there was no need to check the tower. Elicia had told her personally that they would require no need for her food to be delivered, and that they would get some themselves.
"I'll just tell the head chef that, that way he doesn't bother himself with making any." Anna had stated. She was about to head back when she saw the glimmer of a coin in Elicia's hand. It sparkled as it caught the light, and the gold was obviously displayed.
"You won't tell the head chef that." Elicia said, and tossed the coin Anna's way. Anna caught it, and turned it around in her hand. The things she could buy with it seemed like a much more compelling thing than being told off by her boss. Anna nodded. "Sure."
This is why Anna was surprised when the Darrison had thanked her for bringing the last tray back. "I was wondering when you'd bring the one for Prince Henry back, that's both of 'em" He said. The man wore a tall, white hat, along with a white apron. The clothes underneath were casual, most likely in case the long apron didn't catch everything. This was a recent change, as a recruit had spilled a whole tray of food on the head chef's back one week previously, and said recruit had gotten quite the ear full. The face of the chef was aged with experience, and a few grey hairs were present in his black hair from attempting to teach new recruits. His hair was cut short, and he had a close-shaven beard.
"What do you mean?" Anna asked, confused. "When did I bring the other tray back?"
The head chef shrugged. "Must 'ave been a few minutes ago, although I didn't see you bring it in yourself. The tray seemed to 'ave showed up out of nowhere, because I 'ad just looked on that counter not a second before I looked once more, and poof!" The chef opened up his hands suddenly to exaggerate his point. "Fact is, I didn't even see you take the tray for them in the first place. You're right quick, Anna. Keep up the good work."
When Anna had finally arrived back in Henry's quarters, she had to stoop to pick up the collection of papers around the desk. Anna smirked upon reading it; it was payment for the chefs, and one of the items listed was "Reforging of silver platters".
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Alys and Tejjun had arrived back at the castle. Alys was more than happy to get her blood soaked clothes off, and she heated up some water with a fire spell before taking a bath. Alys normally would have had a servant clean her clothes, but she was planning on cleaning them herself tomorrow. The clothes not coated in dried blood were yellowed from her earlier accident, and if the whole castle knew about that... Alys didn't even dare think about it. When she finally put on her nightdress and left the bathroom, Tejjun wasn't in the tower.
"I wonder where he went." Alys thought, double checking all of the rooms as if she somehow could have missed him, yet he was nowhere to be seen. "Jeez, the least he could have done was tell me he was going to leave... Ugh, and now he has me saying jeez!"
Alys fell backwards on her bed, causing the mattress to lift on the other side slightly before hitting the bed frame once more, and a loud thump followed. This, however, wasn't from the bed. Looking to the other side of the bed, she saw Tejjun sprawled on the floor.
"What are you doing down there?" Alys asked. She could have sworn she checked there at least once. Tejjun stood up, rubbing the back of his head.
"Well, I was waiting for you to see an impression in your bed and wonder what is was, but because you paid no heed and tossed yourself on the other side of the bed, I went right onto the floor." Tejjun was dusting himself off as he was talking. "It would be the best introduction to invisibility, I thought, until you ruined it."
Alys looked on in wonder. "Invisibility? So are you saying you were invisible just then?"
"Yes, it's quite the trick. It barely uses up any water, although there are some drawbacks." Tejjun then punctuated the sentence by turning completely transparent for a second before quickly turning back.
"I don't see any drawbacks to invisibility..." Alys said, and Tejjun ignored the unintended pun.
"Well, it's drawbacks are only truly shown once cast. I'll have you practice the day after tomorrow as you look rather tired." Tejjun walked towards the door, but he could sense the question Alys had. Tejjun looked over his shoulder at Alys. "I'm guessing you're wondering what that drawback is?"
Alys nodded. "I'd rather not be surprised, I've had enough for this month from earlier."
Tejjun pointed to his eye. "Well, mages haven't been able to figure out exactly why just yet, but sense the eyeball turns invisible, we can't see while the spell is being cast."
Alys thought it over, yet she couldn't understand why. Tejjun waved his hand in dismissal. "Don't puzzle over it today, you need rest. Take a break for now." Tejjun grabbed the door's handle as he walked out of the room, slowly closing it behind him.
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When Tejjun reached his room, he changed into a robe more suitable for night time. Tejjun lay on his bed, looking at the ceiling. "You deserve a night's sleep after today." He said, but there was no way Alys could have heard. |
A month had past since Alys fought the beast which burned when ice pierced its flesh, and she had improved in that time. It took Alys awhile, but she managed to learn how to turn invisible. She found out that any major movement would practically make her a beacon, as it shimmered so much that it would make the user almost glow. Of course, it wouldn't be easy to move with any ease while casting it, as it's near impossible for the sorcerer to judge whether they are even still standing, so long as the spell is still in use. To Alys, the spell's flaws made it rather situational, but she saw no harm in knowing another spell.
Later into the month, Alys had made it a habit to visit her father to learn some swordsmanship. She had learned a little before the recruitment, as she was planning on becoming a Knight after all, but that was now only a dream. Tejjun thought it not all very necessary to be handy with a sword if she was to become a mage, but Alys insisted she should have something to fall back on, especially considering her battle with the Voryete. During one of her visits, Alys noticed her father had a raven-steel rapier lying around. He was reluctant to hand it over, but seeing as the person that purchased it hadn't shown for months, he knew he would have a hard time getting rid of it, especially with how light the sword was. No garrison would really need a sword as light as it, and most Nobles already had their own. So, with a sheath and belt to go with it, Alys had taken upon herself to keep the weapon in her possession. Of course, she wasn't very willing to be in another battle any time soon, but peace was only an interlude to another war.
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Chapter 5: Signs of Trouble
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Castle Ugredia's main halls were ornately decorated. Violet banners hung from the walls, each one stitched with a blue falcon in the center. A purple carpet stretched from the entrance to a throne, which stood atop a few stairs. The blue and black throne was empty, yet a man stood in front of it, pacing. This wasn't the pacing of a man who was worried; this was the pacing of a man waiting for results. This man wore a blue cloak over his shoulders, and he had a black shirt and breeches. These clothes were stitched with purple string that seemed to weave in random directions, but not in a way to make it unappealing. His black boots were muffled as he paced on the carpet, and at one point he stopped to look at the tall scepter in his right hand. It was rather large, and it was made of raven-steel. Violet gems gleamed as they caught the light from the windows that illuminated the room, and it sparkled as he turned it in his hand. Using the staff to push up his raven-steel crown (which was also adorned with a violet gem), the king of Ugredia, Yungora, continued his pacing. Yungora wasn't handsome in the slightest, his face scarred with previously fought battles. He had long black hair that seemed to almost be an extension of his crown, as the coloration was so close. The entrance to the front of the room opened, and the pacing king stopped once again. The doors admitted a man clad in armor, and the king seemed to be pleased with his arrival.
"Ah, Duke Terius, so happy to see you." Yungora said. Duke Terius nodded. He made no attempt to kneel, and was obviously unwilling to stand there for longer than was necessary.
"I bring great news, Yungora, our armies will be ready for action within the fortnight. As we speak, they are assembling at the border of Caryinea, and we've hidden siege weaponry in the surrounding forest."
Yungora smiled. "Good, and I assume you'll lead the charge on RavenSteel castle?"
The knight nodded once more. "Aye. I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Has our... diplomat finished his duties?"
"I haven't heard back from him yet, but I'm positive we will in a couple days. He's not expected back until the 'morrow at the latest, so there's no need to be so restless."
Yungora nodded. "Soon we'll equip our army with the finest raven-steel weapons and armor, and then we take a short walk to Dybamius before all of Caryinea kneels before me." He lifted up his staff, and the large gemstone's glow intensified. "Let's see how ready they are for war!"
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Nighttime was quickly approaching, and this was around the time any sensible traveler would rest. A blonde haired girl trekked through the snow, her cloak blowing in the wind. She wore black boots, a short red dress, and a red cloak. She had the hood of her cloak on, and she held the rest of it around her. The only difference from the usual attire of a female bard was the black leggings she was currently wearing, for obvious reasons of course. With how cold it usually was in RavenSteel, it's surprising that it's even known as being uncommon, but that's just how it was. Luckily for the blonde haired girl, the wind was kept at a minimum, and the only snow that existed was already on the ground. An inn was within sight, and it was rather large for most inns. It was as to be expected from an inn that sat in the middle of the busiest crossroads of RavenSteel. It had two stories with plenty of windows, all of which closed with shutters to keep the heat in.
The girl pushed the front doors to the inn open and instantly felt the heat pour over her. She quickly closed the doors while looking around the inn. The room was very busy, and those closest to her (that had most likely regretted their choice of seats, being that the cold wind blew directly towards them,) were the first to notice her profession. If the red garbs hadn't given her away, the lute case most certainly did. Her eyes focused further across the room, where a group of armed men flanked a single man with a purple cape. A blue falcon was stitched into the purple cape, an obvious symbol of Ugredia. The man was most certainly the messenger she was told of, yet the saber hooked to his side screamed 'noble', she knew no messenger that carried a weapon so freely as the man across the room.
The innkeeper had seen the Bard enter, and his face lit up. While it wasn't uncommon for his tavern to get a bard or two every so often, it was always a welcome sight to have one around. Any songs the bard would sing would keep any guests there for more food and drink, which would only prove to increase his income. The balding innkeeper took no time in reaching the girl, and he extended his hand out, a smile on his face. "Nice to see we 'ave some entertainment for tonight!" he boomed.
Maria nodded, shaking the man's hand. "The least I can do, considering this is the closest inn for miles that I can put my feet up in. Speaking of which, how much are the rooms?"
"Only three copper for you, consider the discount my advance pay to you for being here."
"And it also pays for some water to help me sing the right pitch?"
The innkeeper nodded, pouring a tin cup full of water. "Water's free anyways, but if you want some ale-"
"Water's fine, thanks." Maria interrupted. She sat beside the fire, warming her hands as she tuned her lute. Those closest had an expectant gaze, yet Maria felt no need to rush the process. Nobody wanted an off-key song, after all.
Maria felt she needed no introduction, and taking a sip of her water and humming softly, she started strumming the first few chords to a common folk song. The song had a small amount of speed to it, and Maria prepared for the lyrics.
"I heard the town of Ladderstow
Had bustled with people I'd want to know
But I lacked patience to get to know
The people of good old Ladderstow."
Maria's voice seemed to move with the chords, and she could see she was drawing the attention of those seated farther away.
"The Yenoroze tried to raze it one day
Taking every bolt and nail.
But someone retook old Ladderstow
And it was quite the tale.
Old Harold was his name they say
And fight he did that very day.
Two Yenoroze he soon did slay
their bodies lay there this very day."
Maria could hear the beat being driven by the customers as the long remembered song was played. She could even here a majority sing with her during the chorus.
"I heard the town of Ladderstow
had bustled with people I'd want to know
But I lacked the courage to get to know
The people of good old Ladderstow."
"Old Harold had owned a farm nearby
He was famous for his apple pie.
He rushed to face the army there
But Yenoroze bodies laid everywhere.
Old Harold was a couragous man
Showing no mercy when the fight began.
The last two wanted to off him there
But Old Harold easily dispatched the pair"
"I heard the town of Ladderstow
had bustled with people I'd want to know
But I lacked the kindness to get to know
The people of good old Ladderstow."
"The two Yenoroze had their heads cut off
Harold victoriously held his scythe aloft.
How did he dispatch the two you say?
By the apple pies he made that day!"
After that last verse, almost everyone had joined in on the final chorus.
"I heard the town of Ladderstow
had rebuilt easily before the snow.
Harold's apple pies we still know
Had saved the people of Ladderstow."
The last chord Maria played she sustained, and those closest tossed a few coins into her lute case. With the warm-up song out of the way, Maria placed the lute beside her, taking a quick sip from her water before standing. Maria had played the first song to get the attention of her audience. It was one of the most popular folk songs she knew, and it was a slim chance anyone would leave after hearing that. Her next song was to gain the attention of the Ugredian. She paused, trying to remember the lyrics to the next song before starting, and soon she began.
"The wisps of eastern Yitter Woods
Wore cloaks of black and blood red hoods.
They hung from trees when they did not fly
And they killed any and all passerby.
"Beware the wisps of Yitter Wood"
Is what I heard and probably should."
"I heard a dead man had been found
He was thought to be killed by a hound
But that was obviously not the case
It was the deadly phantom race.
"The wisps can kill with a single word."
That's, at least, the tale I heard."
"I went to check to see if they're real,
And soon found the woods turn teal.
Those ghosts saw me before I sensed it,
I was unconscious without being hit.
When I awoke I fled the woods,
As I looked back, I saw their hoods."
"I will beware east Yitter Wood
They let me live to warn you how,
I am alive when I really could
Be dead in Yitter Wood right now."
The lyrics were okay, but Maria rather disliked the song. Either way, some people were fans of it, and a few were entranced by her voice alone, caring less about the about the lyrics.
The Ugredian noble was the loudest person to applaud, with one of his guards being second. Maria excused herself for some food and drink, and the noble soon left his seat, going to greet her. The smile on his face showed his enjoyment, and he kept his hands well away from the hilt of his sword. "You played amazingly, lass." The man said, his voice thick with his accent. Maria had to force a smile, as his reference to her young age seemed more an insult to her than a compliment.
"Thanks, although a bit of coin could go a long way for a bard like myself." Maria said, gesturing to her lute case. Already it had plenty of coins from other customers, yet the man seemed to hesitate as he pulled out a high value coin. He then looked at her once again, spinning the coin between his fingers.
"Sure, but I have a question, where did you learn such an uncommon song? It's only really played in Ugredia, and even then not much."
"Well, any wise minstrel has plenty of songs at their disposal, and they also know their audience."
The man smiled, flicking the coin in the case. "Well, you certainly played well enough for me." He then leaned forward, and the cheap ale served at the inn was carried in his breath. Maria tried her best not to cough. "If you want, we have an opening for a musician at my castle. We pay well enough, much more than you'd get from traveling."
"A castle." Maria thought. "So he really is a noble. And I bet the sword strapped to his belt is not just for show, either." Maria looked at the man, and (trying not to gag from his ale-breath,) gently denied his request. "I'm sorry, but I much prefer the traveling life."
The man frowned, seeming dissatisfied with her reply. "Well, that's a shame... You're positive you don't want to come with me back to Listelton Castle after my mission is complete?"
Maria had to hold herself back from giving too speedy a response, instead hesitating to make the man think she was actually thinking over the option. "No thanks."
The man didn't like the answer, but felt he could get his way in another matter. "Well, I do wonder if you could play a few songs in my room, I'm about to head off to bed, and a couple gentle tunes help put me to sleep."
Maria stuck out her case. "Well, if you make it worth my while..."
The Ugredian felt like he was being mocked by a simple musician, but as he stood up, he realized ordering his guards in a busy place like this to do anything would most certainly spread bad word of him. Flustered, he tossed a few coins in, and seeing no reaction on Maria's face, sighed, and dumped some of his coin purse into it. Maria smiled, emptying the case into her own coin purse and placing the lute in. "I'll finish eating first, I can't play on an empty stomach."
The man was impatient, yet he waited for her. He had no say in the matter, so he had no other choice but to wait.
Finishing off her food, the man led the way to his room, yet Maria could sense trouble was already brewing. His guards were following just behind her, blocking her from running back the way they came. When they reached the room, the door was locked behind them. A guard leaned against a wall just across a low table where the noble sat. This one had chosen to discard his chest piece, and he stretched. The man had probably been roasting in the armor, as it was lined in wool. His shirt told the same story, being drenched in sweat. The other guard was across the room, sitting in his own chair, leaning backwards. He kept his armor on, but he had a bead of sweat rolling down his face.
Tension filled the air, and the Ugredian's next words did nothing to resolve the matter. "So, I've decided that you shall be my personal minstrel."
Maria cocked her head to the side. "Pardon? I don't recall agreeing to those terms."
"Ah, but you didn't have to. I have some important business to attend to at RavenSteel castle, one which Walter would would very much like to prevent, but he has no say in the matter. From the looks of things, if you don't give us a reason to kill you, you'll be singing tales of my courage as we leave RavenSteel Castle, Walter's head in tow." He then smiled wickedly. "And I, Lord Riyone, will leave a guard to watch you as the other joins me in our negotiations. If I can't reach with a vial of poison, surely my sword will do."
"I bet you'll leave me tied up the whole time as well. If I don't do something soon, I won't even be able to spread word of this."
"Now..." Lord Riyone said. "About that tune. I think a good Ugredian love song will do. Fitting, if I do say so myself. Maybe I'll even pay you if you plant a kiss on my cheek, or release you if on my lips."
Opening her case, Maria hefted her lute. She was going to enjoy this, and not for the reasons Lord Riyone was expecting. Maria made sure the guard closest to her was the one without any armor. While an axe stroke could easily pierce leather, her daggers would have trouble, and what she had planned would require one of her smaller knives, especially since the ones on her side were confiscated.
Maria started strumming a few chords, and she nodded her head to one of the guards. It was the guard who was sitting across the room, and she remembered him clapping earlier with Lord Riyone. He obviously knew his Ugredian music, and the one Maria was currently playing usually had a male singer. The man started to sing, his voice uncertain as he tried to remember the lyrics. Walking closer to the Lord, she saw an expectant look on his face, and Maria prepared for what she was about to do.
Maria, leaning her body and lute forward, could see Lord Riyone tilting his head while closing his eyes. His lips seemed to curl slightly, and as Maria got closer, her right hand stopped playing the lute, moving so the side of the lute was a little away from her and pressed gently in the man's abdomen. She pulled the catch, and the man's face distorted in pain as he felt the axe blade suddenly dig into his body. Maria quickly pulled a knife from her sleeve, cutting the man's throat in one clean motion, blood quickly spilling out in turn. She spun herself and the knife around, balancing the dagger by the blade between her first and second finger. Maria threw it at the guard closest to her, the fine blade quickly spinning in the air twice before piercing through to his heart, and the man fell with a thud. During this time, the man across the room had stood up quickly, the chair tumbling back. He had only just drawn his sword by the time the second man was dead.
Maria pulled the axe free and spun around to block his sword stroke, the steel rasping together. Quickly breaking free of the parry, Maria spun around, hitting the man in the side before pulling it free to hit him in the shoulder, and then finally in the head. Maria was breathing heavily as the still guard's knees buckled, and Maria had to pull backwards to keep from falling onto the dead man. Tugging her axe free, she surveyed the scene. The sight of what she had done affected her rather quickly. Feeling her stomach turn, she dropped the lute, covering her mouth with both hands as her face paled. Maria spent a few minutes calming her stomach, which spent those few minutes convulsing, and Maria came close to fainting. Maria's head was swimming from killing another human for the first time, amplified by the fact that it was three of them as well. After her head stopped spinning, Maria gained her composure and wiped her lute off with her cape, getting all the blood she could off. She retracted the blade and stuck it in its case. Walking across the room, she took the knife buried in the man's chest before cleaning and re-sheathing it. With everything she needed to get done in this room complete, she turned to the Ugredian diplomat in disgust. His clothes were drenched in the blood that spilled from his neck and abdomen, and he was leaning drunkenly to the side of his chair.
"That's what you get for trying to steal my first kiss." Maria muttered.
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Maria was lying in her bed in the inn. She had purchased a room earlier, and not using it would draw suspicions, especially after the three men were killed.
Maria would catch her breath every time she heard someone walk by her room, and she would sigh in relief whenever they had walked away. She started in surprise when she heard a knock on her door, and putting on her cloak over her nightdress, she approached the door. Maria was uncertain how to proceed, her mind saying "You've been caught. You're done for. All your hard work is for nothing." Maria tried her best to push these thoughts out of her mind, trying to slow her breathing, and eventually her heart rate slowed down a bit. The knock on the door was heard once again, and Maria opened it. A short, bald man was standing on the other side, his face as pale as the snow outside the inn. Maria recognized the bald man, he was the owner of this inn.
"Is something the matter?" Maria asked, keeping from speaking at her normally loud voice for fear her worry would mix in.
"Do you remember the men that hired you to play for them?" The innkeeper asked, and Maria nodded.
"They just had me play a few songs before the man in the cloak asked me to leave. Said something about it being important information that I shouldn't hear. I went straight back to my room." Maria lied through her teeth. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, the men were all found dead in their room, an assassin must 'ave got 'em."
Maria's heart beat faster. She was aware the short man was eyeing her with slight suspicion, so she thought it best to do a little acting. Putting her hand up to her mouth, she gasped. "Th-that's terrible!" Maria stuttered, hoping it was believable. "Is the assassin gone? Is it safe to sleep here?" The last question struck a cord in the man. Suspicious as he might be of her, he knew that if word got out that his inn was unsafe, his profits might drop, even if just a little.
"There's no need to worry, ma'am. The assassin must 'ave fled through the window, the same way he got in." Maria subconsciously sighed in relief. She had opened up the window just before she left, thinking it might help divert suspicions from her. The room's window opened up to the road, so any tracks that supposedly would have been left in the snow would be concealed. The innkeeper continued. "Just so long as you lock your room tight, he shouldn't harm yuh."
Maria nodded. "Thank you for warning me, I'll lock up my room before bed, then."
The innkeeper nodded before turning away. Maria closed the door, and when she was sure nobody was near her room anymore, Maria sighed. "Elicia is going to be so proud of me."
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"What the hell were you thinking!" Elicia screamed, throwing Maria off balance. Maria had left the inn at first light, making her way back to RavenSteel castle in no time at all. She had been expecting praise from her teacher, but this emotion had been one she was not expecting. "I send you off on a mission to gain Intel from a diplomat, and you end up gutting him and his guards like pigs!"
"Well, he tried to kiss me..." Maria said sheepishly, and Elicia threw up her hands in frustration.
"Oh, I'm sorry, if you had said that sooner, I wouldn't be so upset! Gods forbid a filthy Ugredian, diplomat or not, place his filthy lips upon a Caryinean!" Elicia retorted, sarcasm dripping from every word. "The least you could have done was tortured him for information!"
"Well..." Maria tried picking her words carefully. "He was going to murder Lord Walter. He even stated that he'd hang on to me until the task was completed, just so I wouldn't forewarn anyone."
Elicia calmed down just as quickly as anger engulfed her earlier. "Is this true?"
"He told it to my face, so..."
Elicia started pacing. "Did he mention anything of Prince Henry?"
Maria shook her head. "Nothing at all."
Elicia kept pacing, racking her brain for what this may mean. "He's the only heir to the throne, so killing him along with Lord Walter would completely cripple the castle... Unless it was too risky to get both, after all, they only were a group of three..."
"What about the rumors of Prince Henry?" Maria suggested, and Elicia's eyes lit up.
"They must have heard some rumor of his waning popularity, and thought him a pushover, not even worth the time. With Lord Walter dead, it would already leave the castle in a short state of disrepair, so we-" Elicia was cut off as the door to the room opened, and Sarah stumbled in. Maria and Elicia both could sense the tension in the air, and it was confirmed by Sarah's worried expression. "What's wrong?" Elicia asked. Sarah took a minute to catch her breath. It was obvious from the sweat on her forehead that she had been running all the way back.
"Ugredia is amassing an army at the border, bigger than the army of the Caryinean-Ugredian war half a century ago, and it's getting bigger."
Elicia was speechless at the news, and she sat into a chair. Sarah and Maria exchanged worried glances. Elicia had put her head in her hands, and she said, "Maria, go get Lady Lunett, I need to speak with her." Maria nodded, although a little confused, and ran to the door.
She was stopped by the furious Lord Walter who was stomping into the room. Maria knew this could only mean even more bad news, and she thought she may as well stick around to find out before getting the tailor.
"Regnevis is under attack, and they are preparing to go to war! I thought you and your spies were supposed to tell me before the common stable hand knows of this!"
Elicia looked up in worry. "Don't tell me, it's those damned insects, isn't it?"
"Yes, the Yenoroze are cutting through Regnevis like a thrown javelin. They are destroying anything they see, but they seem to have a destination in mind. The Crown of the Blood Soaked Wings herself is leading the tireless charge." |
Sorry for not posting earlier! I didn't want to post on April 1st (although, for some, I'm technically doing so, but I'm using Eastern time, so I may as well go by that). Anyways, I'm going to be adding more omo back in the next chapter.Chapter 6: A Taste of Real Combat~~~~~~~~~Alys followed behind Tejjun, wondering what had made him so nervous. It was unlike Tejjun to show any signs of unease, yet Tejjun was nervously thumbing his sleeve as they walked. Alys even heard his uncertain voice when he called her to follow him to the war room earlier. Just the location she was requested to visit left Alys herself uneasy, let alone Tejjun's lack of reassurance. Alys couldn't bear the silence any longer, and she ran forward a few paces before turning around, barring Tejjun's path. Tejjun tried to walk around, but Alys swiftly moved in the way once more, her arms now crossed over her chest."What is with you today?" Alys could see Tejjun try to respond, yet Alys put up her hand to stop him. "No 'you'll find out soon enough', I want answers. Now."Tejjun smiled back before answering. "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you, even if your way of asking was rather rude-""Who are you calling rude?""-Anyways, we'll find out the details soon enough, but apparently the problem is so big that it requires this kingdom's best tactician.""Now I see why he was so nervous, I heard amazing things about her, like her ability to predict how a battle will turn out, guaranteed."Alys stepped to the side, and they both continued walking until they reached the war room. The war room in itself was rather plain, although its walls were covered with maps of not only the general area, but all over the kingdom. The widest wall was practically a mural, pieces of parchment overlapping another in a way that connected them to one huge map of RavenSteel and its neighboring lands. Main and side roads were drawn out in careful detail, and even the castle itself had some of its own details carefully drawn out. The wall near the entrance had multiple chests and hanging cabinets, and some of which were obviously overflowing with even more maps. The ceiling had white glass skylights which allowed in the mid-day light while keeping the sky itself out of view.A large, square table was in the middle of the room, and multiple figures were already standing around it. Walter, Henry, Maria, and surprisingly even Anna were all standing in the same room. Apparently, the topic at the moment had to do with Anna's presence."I still don't see why your maid has to be with you for an event as important as this. It's a matter of war, not a matter of lunch!" Walter shouted at Henry. Anna was standing behind Henry, trembling."I can leave if you wan-" Anna whispered into Henry's ear, but she was cut off by Henry's counter argument to his father."I don't see why you're so suspicious, father. To think you are so scared of a servant-""I'm not scared, I think you're making a mockery of the war room if you just allow anyone in!""Well it's not just our lives at risk, father-""But that doesn't mean we want the enemy to know-""Now she's the enemy!""That's not what I-"Suddenly, a loud crack was heard as Maria slammed the pommel of her dagger onto the table's surface. Silence fell upon the room in an instant. Maria waited a few seconds before she smoothly placed the knife back into its sheath, and she filled the silence with her own voice before anyone else could react. "I see no problem with having her here, so long as she understands one thing." Maria said, the whole time she walked around the table towards Anna. Anna looked past Henry towards Maria as she heard the next words, which were directed towards her. "You and I both know you mean no harm, yet if I hear one word of our plans uttered from your mouth, even to some nobody, I will have you wish your lips were much tighter." Maria smiled. "That clear?"Anna gulped. "Aye."Maria turned towards Lord Walter. "Happy?"Walter grumbled, yet he waved as if to say 'whatever'."I think it's about time we talk about the battle we are preparing for." Tejjun said."Aye, let's get down to business." Maria said. "Strategist, please don't rhyme, we want to understand these plans, not to sing them."The tailor bowed. "My humblest apologies, but it's much easier if-""No exceptions, 'else you'll regret it."Alys and Anna both were taken aback, as they realized that Lady Lunet was the strategist that had been spoken so fondly of by many Lords.Lady Lunet stood up straight. "Y-yes, milady." Lady Lunet walked forward and pointed on the map. "W-well, we'll have three groups of troops stretched out, and I'll tell you what they'll use. I think this area is the best, 'lest anyone refus- I mean, thinks otherwise." Lady Lunet looked up in worry, yet Maria motioned to go on. Taking a breath, she collected her thoughts before forming them into words. "We'll equip our main force with some sort of range. The enemy will be flying, after all.""Flying? Are you insane? We're fighting humans!" Walter interrupted."Maybe a small division, but do you recall the Yenoroze that were reported?""We all are aware of that by now, I made sure of it.""Well, I think I know what they are planning. After all, a mad charge would mean no siege equipment, and why raze a village up north that they can't much more easily do so down south? If..." The tailor paused, feeling as if the words she was saying were oddly placed. "If they wanted resources through pillaging, they could get more in Regnevia. I'm assuming the Yenoroze had seen the building military of Ugredia and realized they could steal some siege equipment, then choose who to attack up north freely."Henry slammed his fist down. "This is all assumptions! I don't like preparing for something we don't even know will come to light!"Lunet smiled. "I think we both know my guess is better than anyone else here." Henry stayed silent, so Lunet continued. "Anyways, we'll have our two mages on the hill. From their vantage, it will be easy to kill... the enemy." Lunet corrected herself as she registered a glare from Maria."Wait, is this why I was called here?" Alys asked. Maria nodded."My servant here thinks magic will prove a potent weapon. Tejjun spoke fondly of one of your spells... A flamethrower, right Tejjun?""Right."Alys blushed. "Tejjun better not have told the whole story..."Maria pointed to the hill Lunet had mentioned earlier. "Both of you will be here to act as range support. The key is that both of you stay hidden until we call for your services, otherwise you'll be fighting an entire army all on your own."Alys could already imagine facing off against an army. No matter how she thought about it, she could only see herself as ending up dead.Lord Walter took this opportunity to speak up. "Well, Henry, I guess you have your work cut out for you."Henry spun around to face his father. "What are you saying? None of the men trust me! you should lead the defense."Walter shook his head. "That's all the more reason you do so now. If something were to happen to me, you wouldn't have an able soldier willing to fight for you. I'm going to be busy building our defenses during the little skirmish in case they push through, so you'll have to command the army.""I also advise you don't tell your troops that we know the Yenoroze will attack." Lunet said."Why not?" Henry asked."Well, how do you think they'll react if they knew they were being lead by you against Yenoroze?" Henry nodded in response. If he didn't tell them, they would pretty much be forced to attack the Yenoroze.Lady Lunet brought out some scrolls of paper, along with a few inkwells and a couple quills. "Well, now that we have gone over the big picture, let's work on the details.~~~~~~~~~~Prince Henry had to check his horse as it started forward nervously. The mounted men around him shared such nervousness, and his ears caught the whispers of a man close by. "This kid's gonna get us killed, I'm glad we're at the back, I can't trust following orders from someone still wet behind the ears. I'm splitting the first chance I get.""Is that so?" Henry said, and the man flinched, realizing he had been caught."I'm sorry, I wasn't-""Planning on going to the front lines, but now you are. I can't command an army with such cowardice to support my front ranks, so you'll be joining me."The man recoiled in shock. "Joining you? As in, you're heading to the front?""That was my plan, yes. I'm aware of everyone's lack of confidence in me, so I may as well show I'm ready to risk my life like the lot of you... well, most of you." The two moved forward, parting through the ranks. They were just behind the main body, more of a support force of cavalry, able to move between all three parts to respond quickly to a weakening line. The position held archers at the rear with swordsmen in front of them. The Swordsmen then filled the front most rank, the very front ones carrying extremely long spears that currently swayed in the air. The left flank was made up of swordsmen carrying massive oaken shields, these were to be discarded when the left flank was told to close in. The men farther back held throwing spears, and a majority were currently holding them, ready for action.Henry and the man moved to the right flank, which had a group of cavalry. Henry's personal guard was surrounding the two as the changed position, and His personal banner waved through the air behind him. This banner was like the normal RavenSteel banner, black with a red pickax in the middle, yet a red border surrounded this one. Before they could even make it into position, Henry could see a lone rider cantering towards his lines. Henry moved forward to meet him, the man was a scout. "I assume you've spotted them?" Henry asked. The scout nodded."Aye, we'll see them shortly, should appear a little to the right of those trees there." The scout pointed over his shoulder. Henry nodded his acknowledgment, and the man cantered off, his job done. The scout was excellent at his work, and he couldn't be wasted in the coming battle, as his skills lied elsewhere. Besides, his horse was spent from the ride back, and was not suited for the heat of combat any time soon.It had been a few minutes before the opposing army was spotted, and with the use of a pair of binoculars Henry had fashioned, he could make out the banners colors. "It's the Ugredians, they're definitely here to fight." Henry said. He looked to the right to see if Tejjun and Alys were in place on the hill, and a small flash of light showed they were ready. "Send the acknowledgment signal." Henry told one of his guards."Aye, Prince." The man retrieved a short bow, it was of no means suited for battle, but it still could fire an arrow. The man pulled a small arrow that had cloth wrapped at the tip, soaked in oil from its container. As he drew the bow back and pointed upwards, Henry lit the arrow with some flint and the edge of his sword, and the resulting spark caught the cloth, igniting the tip. The man let go, and the arrow arced upward, leaving a thin trail of smoke."What's your name?" Henry asked the cowardly man beside him."Arold, Prince Henry.""Well, Arold, let's hope we both make it out of here... with our honor, mind you." Arold shifted in the saddle at those words, feeling the eyes from Henry's personal guard fall upon him.A few minutes passed, and the opposing army was quickly proving it had a high number of men at its disposal. Henry pulled a horn from his hip, holding it to the side as he prepared for the attack. He planned on engaging the enemy with his cavalry first to help draw them out in a thin line before retreating past his spearmen. The rest would pan out with how the enemy reacts, but Henry was ready in case it didn't go well. Soon, something caught his eye."What is that?" A man shouted. A shadow rose from the trees, and the enemy army stopped in their tracks."I think it's arrows, we're being reinforced!" Shouted another man. The men beside him cheered."No!" Henry shouted, hearing the cheers die down. "Do you not see? There would have to be thousands of archers for that to be arrows, and they have been hovering in the air for longer than normal." Just as he said that, the shadow finally arced down, and he could see the enemy army moving uncertainly. "The enemy isn't being attacked by our allies, they have been attacked by another one of our enemies, the Yenoroze!"Henry could hear Arold catch his breath as he realized it had to be true. No thrown object could have stayed airborne that long. The Yenoroze were attacking the Ugredian army.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Alys was lying on her back, looking up at the clouds as they lazily went by. Alys' long cyan dress, while not really blending in with the grass, helped blend in with the sky, which was more preferable while she was on the hill. Underneath her dress was a layer of chain mail, something Lady Lunet had insisted on."If the Ugredians survive the Yenoroze attack, we have no idea where they will retreat to." Lunet had stated. "And if we don't fully engage the Yenoroze, they could just as easily attack you. It's better than nothing, and we'll need mages like you in the future."Alys hoped she didn't have to see an enemy up close. It was one thing killing a wild animal whose soul purpose is to want her dead, it's a whole other thing when she has to fight humans who all have their own personal lives, even if they all despised her for her country of residence.Alys sighed. "Why must countries clash on such a beautiful day? Only a few clouds are in the sky, and it's the warmest day of the month...""Ready to fight?" Tejjun called, yet Alys simply rolled on her side, staring across the hill."You mean 'ready to wait'. We still have to wait until the enemy is attacking our forces before we can even do anything."Tejjun smiled. "I thought you always wanted to be a knight. This is what knights do, you know.""But I always wanted to be a freelance! I wanted to earn honor-""And what better place than the battlefield?"Alys lifted herself with one arm as she still lay in the grass. "Well, I don't really want honor!"Tejjun sat next to Alys and looked in her eyes. "Then what do you want, if not honor?""I just..." Alys couldn't hold Tejjun's gaze any longer, and she fell onto her back, staring once more at the clouds floating above. "I just want respect. Nobody will hand it to me for being 'that knight', or 'that blacksmith', or even 'that mage'! I want to be a role model, someone that leads the way, even if to set the path for others to go further along than I ever did. I want someone to appreciate me... to respect me." Alys looked to her side at Tejjun. "Is that too much to ask?"This time, it was Tejjun's turn to look away. "No, it's not." He said. "We all want to alter history one way or another, even if it's just to get our names out there for a day or two. But some of us have to pass barriers none of us thought would even be there, and they might not even be there for those to come. But in order to get our names out there, we'll still need to do something.""Don't get philosophical on me." Alys giggled. "I'm just spouting out my thoughts, not trying to start a debate."Tejjun gave a short laugh. "Ah, but it was the truth, and a truth that's more attuned to you than you realize. You and that sword are going to go a long way." Tejjun said, pointing to Alys' rapier. It was lying a foot away, easily accessible, but not truly in anyone's possession. Alys looked doubtful of Tejjun's words, but she followed along with what he was saying. "Don't ask me for proof, as I have none. I just have that... feeling, you know? Like... when you've been pounding on raven-steel, and you don't really see that it's ready, you just know it is."Alys could now understand, the words being placed into something she understood. While she hadn't made a weapon, she had practiced working small pieces of steel, and she understood what it felt like when it was just right. "Like that weird tingling feeling?" she said, pointing towards her hand that would normally hold the steel with tongs.Tejjun smiled. "Yes, that 'tingling feeling'. I know it's going to happen, I can sense it."~~~~~~~~Henry saw the Ugredian army crumple under the Yenoroze flank. The few ranged units that they had were the first targets, so there was nothing to stop the flying menace. Henry realized his earlier plan with cavalry would be a bad idea. None of his cavalry had ranged weapons, they would be utterly useless in acting as bait."Everyone, dismount!" Henry shouted, and the confused men quickly obliged."What's going on?" Arold asked, watching as Henry drew his sword."Change of plans, we mix with the main body." Henry shouted the second half of the sentence to the whole group. they quickly merged, and Henry could already see the Yenoroze getting close. "They sure move quickly..." He whispered to himself. Seeing them near, he blew the horn he was holding twice, and the archers of the main body started shooting. A few of the flying Yenoroze fell dead, yet many continued forward. Henry knew his original plan, while effective against human tactics, was now falling apart as the insects simply planned on flying. He blew his horn three times, which signaled the left flank to throw their spears, toss down their shields, and then close in. This mostly only affected the enemies closer towards the left flank, so it didn't have too much of a noticable affect. The insects tried flying over the spearmen, yet the long spears made it easy to stab upwards into the sky. Yet again, a few died while the majority still advanced."I hate all out brawls." Henry muttered, seeing the Yenoroze finally fall to the ground. One of them stood in front of him now, its entire body was made of chitin, and its grotesque head had five eyes and an ugly maw. The three eyes closer to the center of the face were larger than the other two. Its shiny brown exoskeleton held massive, yet at the moment folded wings. It was an ordinary Yenoroze, although what made this one truly distinct was its right arm and left side of its face. A triangle pattern on its face was bright red, and its arm a dark red. This showed where it had regenerated its limbs after combat, and its arm obviously had been chopped off more than once from its darker coloration.Henry dodged its attack and moved forward, slicing at its right arm, which it seemed to care little about as it cracked and severed. He then spun around in time to block its next attack, and he kicked at its legs. However, the chitin prevented the kick from doing anything, so Henry had to retreat back. Henry turned just in time to see some of the fleeing Ugredians running up the hill."Damn insects have the dumbest luck."~~~~~~~Tejjun could see the demoralized men running up the hill. He turned to Alys and motioned her to stand up. "Looks like we'll have to do more today than you expect. Ready a fireball spell, we need to scare them away from us, not necessarily kill them."Alys nodded, and she conjured a small fireball. Holding it in her hand, she waited for the right opportunity before casting it, sending it zooming towards the closest man. It hit his armor, and he stopped as he panicked, the fire spreading out and causing heat to fill his armor. The most harm it did was singe his hair through his helmet, but it definitely got everyone's attention. Most of them changed paths, heading away from the hill and the battle.Most of them, however, as a few lone soldiers decided that it was a great idea to continue running up the hill. Not from fear or terror, but with determination. Determination in reaching the mages.The two mages back up a few paces as they shot more fireballs, trying to keep them at bay, yet they were dodging to the best of their ability. A knight wearing a rather ornate version of armor (while still being practical) seemed to be leading the charge, his massive shield and solid war hammer not even slowing him down.Alys, starting to panic, used her signature flamethrower, and it rocketed towards the man. She could see it spread as it hit the man's shield, yet she knew no shield could sustain that for long. The shield would melt and become unusable, or the heat alone would keep it off the man's arm. Feeling as though her attack had been long enough, she stopped casting, surveying her results.And now terror truly started to grasp her, as she saw the man running at her with twice the speed. And entirely clad in raven-steel armor. The fire had no affect, and any more would prove useless."This is going really, really badly." Tejjun said."You think?!" Alys snapped, turning to run away. Tejjun followed just behind, both of them trying to keep a good distance from the oncoming men. They both knew they would be needed in the battle, but they couldn't help if they were dead.Running down the hill seemed to be more difficult than expected. The men chasing them opted for running around to save time, whilst the downward path Alys and Tejjun were now on was full of rocks, making the descent much slower than they wanted. They stumbled a few times, yet they would always gain their balance right after. That is, until Alys managed to stumble upon a small hole. It caught her boot, and while she tried pulling free, it seemed to prefer pulling her face first into the ground. Alys scrambled to gain some ground, yet she realized she had no choice but to fight now. This slip had cost her too much time, and the men were almost upon her. Lifting her rapier, she unsheathed it, tossing the sheath to the side. Facing off against raven-steel armor already left her at a disadvantage, yet the heavy armor her attackers wore made it that much worse.The man who lead the charge earlier slowed a few feet away, his shield to the side and war hammer pointed down. The man, surprisingly enough, was not breathing too heavily, and he seemed to rather enjoy the run, as implied by his next words."Ah, that was fun, now how about you surrender and we call it a day?"Alys held her ground, her rapier pointing at the man. The man laughed."You really think your little toothpick can pierce my armor? And what are you, a mage, doing with such a nasty thing? You could poke your eye out, you pretty little thing!"Alys turned her head and saw Tejjun was looking back, worried. Alys could see he was getting ready to run back to help her, yet she shook her head frantically. She knew neither of them would win in a fight, it was best that one of them got away while the other got captured.That, at least, was what they had talked about during the long hours of waiting on the hill, yet right now, she thought nothing of her life, thinking only to slay this arrogant man who liked nothing but to demean her.Despite her determined stance she had at first, it broke for a moment as Alys moved her legs closer, feeling a light pressure between her legs."Well, let's begin!" Alys' opponent said, who quickly performed an uppercut with his war hammer.Alys was caught off guard, and she tumbled backwards, just barely dodging the war hammer, followed by a woosh of air trailing behind it. She had almost died in an instant.Apparently, her bladder seemed to be thinking of something other than the battle for her life, as it emptied a long spurt. A noticeable wet patch appeared on the from of her dress before she could even regain control. Even then, Alys was shaking in fear as she had only just kept her grip on the sword.There was no doubt about it, Alys was terrified."Look at you, the poor little girl who thinks she can use a sword and magic at the same time. Didn't you know you're supposed to pick one or the other, or did your pa forget to tell you?"Alys could feel tears well up in her eyes. If it was one thing Alys hated, it was verbal abuse. Alys stood up and charged forward, stabbing and swinging at the man erratically. Only two stabs hit his armor, all the rest and all the swings were blocked by his shield. When the man got tired of blocking the attacks, he swung the hammer, causing Alys to flinch. The man shoved his shield at Alys' head, and it banged loudly, causing Alys to fall backwards, absolutely stunned.Alys' vision blurred, and the figures in front of her seemed to duplicate and merge at will as she tried to keep consciousness."Someone tie her up. Oh, and retrieve her sword and sheath, I like the look of them." said the man."Yes, Duke Terius." Replied one of the other knights that had followed him."Alys could feel her hands being bound together, and herself being lifted in the air. Alys soon sunk away from consciousness.~~~~~~Henry had already dispatched three Yenoroze, and his forehead was covered in perspiration. His arms were getting tired, and his breathing was ragged. Henry was seriously doubting his ability to fight any longer. That's when he saw it. The Crown of the Blood Soaked Wings, otherwise known as SavageRegalia. She is the emperor of the Yenoroze, most distinguishable from her entirely black exoskeleton. As if in sync, the Yenoroze that blocked its path moved out of the way, pushing the RavenSteel forces to the sides. SavageRegalia had a red cloak wrapped haphazardly around its shoulders, and it walked forward towards Henry. It held a blade in each hand, with each one being jagged all along the edge. Blood dripped from each blade, obviously from recent victims. Henry knew this meant his end, yet he could no longer feel any terror. Henry knew the emperor would spend no time fooling around, preferring to go for the kill as soon as possible.Henry stepped forward, sword in both hands as he gently bounced on his feet. Seeing it jump forward, he moved to the side, blocking the side swing it made. It quickly cut upwards with its other weapon, and Henry felt his armor screech in reply as it moved across his arm's plate mail. Henry could tell it seriously damaged his armor. Henry lunged straight at the emperor, yet it deftly moved to the side watching as Henry tumbled forward, helplessly trying to parry SavageRegalia's next attack. The blade was forced to the ground as both shortswords it held pushed it downwards, and Henry tried his best pulling it free.He didn't need to wait long, as a giant icicle slammed into the thing's shoulder. The Yenoroze didn't cry in pain, instead only moving back from the force of the impact. Henry took the opportunity to gain some distance from the horrid thing, and from a quick glance behind him, he could see Tejjun."Took you long enough." Henry called back, panting as adrenaline continued to pump through his veins."Well, it's not like I could do anything when I was ambushed by routing Ugredians." Tejjun shouted back. He then grabbed a stone off the ground and held it back in his hand. The rock molded into a narrow, pointed javelin, and he threw it towards the emperor. The wait behind the projectile forced SavageRegalia to dodge, and its arms shown a massive cut in her attempt of moving away. The Crown of the Blood Soaked Wings could sense its advantage was gone, so its massive wings spread out, mirroring the look of stain glass windows. It flapped into the air, followed by the rest of the Yenoroze, and they sailed off towards the discarded siege equipment the Ugredians had discarded.Tejjun tried sending a few spells its way, but they proved useless. "I hate those ugly things." He muttered."Me to." Henry replied, sinking to one knee. Henry was exhausted from the battle, and he took that moment to regain his strength."If you don't mind, I'd like to ask a favor of you."Henry looked up at Tejjun. "I do mind, but go ahead.""Well, it appears my apprentice has been captured. Seeing as we're done with this battle, I'd like to go steal her back."Henry smiled. "You mean rescue her?"Tejjun's face reflected the same grin as was on Henry's. "No, steal is more fitting. I like to think she had no say in becoming a mage." |
I had decided to post a short explanation of some of the spells that are known in this world, but I decided to do so with a short chapter! This one will have no affect on the release of chapter seven, so no need to get worried about that.
Chapter 6.5: The Magic Tree Explained
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Lord Walter walked into 'Tejjun's' tower, seeing the main room empty. Walter was in casual attire, simple cotton clothes to keep himself warm, and nothing special to display his nobility. Looking towards Tejjun's room, he saw a dim light emitting from the crack underneath the door, along with the keyhole. Rapping on the door twice, Walter could hear a surprised "Gah!" followed by a loud "FOOM!"", and the light behind the door suddenly grew bright before calming back down. A minute past before Walter hit the door once more, yet this time Tejjun replied with a "Stop with all the knocking and just let yourself in, why don't you?"
Lord Walter opened the door to see Tejjun splashing water on his face from a bowl of water he had set on his desk. The water, however, wasn't entirely clear, and it was a slightly dark grey. "Did I catch you at a bad time?" Lord Walter asked, and Tejjun threw up his hands.
"No, this is the perfect time! First I lose my apprentice, then you barge into my room much like a bull, and then you decide to interrupt me while I'm trying to cut my hair!" Tejjun's hair was shorter now, although any slight singe marks on it were now fully realized as some of his hair had burned unevenly.
"Well, it's not really cutting your hair if you're not using a sharp object."
Tejjun shook his head before pointing at his silver mirror. "And look at this, the mirror is slightly warped, and I think there's soot on it now!"
Walter ignored the angry sorcerer and looked around the room. A bookshelf stacked with hundreds of books was lining one wall, and the bookshelf was completely full. No space on it wasn't filled, and the books weren't jammed tightly into the shelf either. Upon closer inspection, the books seemed to be smaller the closer they were to the top, making it easier to replace the books from where they were taken.
Walter could hear Tejjun now rambling about how his desk could have been damaged from the little house fire, yet Walter decided he may as well stop the mage short. "Having trouble figuring out where Alys was taken?"
Tejjun stopped mid-rant, looking back at the man. "Well, yes, but no need to worry, we just have to hope the tracker we got can follow tracks left by a man in a metal suit."
"You're fearful of the news he may bring back, especially if he knows where she is."
Tejjun looked away. "Hmmph, I don't see why you're busying yourself with me, I'm just a man who uses incantations..."
"I always thought summoners used incantations..." Walter said, and Tejjun just gave a tired look.
"For the love of... Is there any reason why you insist on bothering me?"
Lord Walter stood up straight. "Is that any way to talk to a noble?"
"You and I both know we're both nobles, whether or not you are of higher ranking than I. Now stop dodging the question already!"
Walter smirked. "Well, I was just wondering what you could tell me about magic, and what types of mages there are." Tejjun sat back in an armchair, looking at the ceiling. Walter took this time to sit on the end of Tejjun's bed.
"Well," Tejjun started, "first things first, there is only one type of magic, the one that consumes water for ethereal purposes."
"Ghosts?"
"No, not ghosts, I mean elegant purposes! Magic is a noble art, and it can go wrong if not treated with the utmost care." Tejjun took in the blank stare Walter responded with and simply continued on. "As I was saying, there's only one type of magic, so alchemists are just losers brewing random gunk until they make a poisonous brew they feed the dumb, including themselves. Summoners don't exist either, as what they supposedly do is create otherworldly beings with a little slight of hand, maybe with an arcane symbol or two."
Walter nodded is acknowledgment. "So what types of magic do you know? I heard of some sort of 'tree'."
Tejjun stood up, grabbed a book and sat back down, flipping through some of the pages. "So we usually call it a magic tree because it splits off into 'branches' of magic, which get into more specific spells which are the branches of those branches." Tejjun turned his book around to face Walter, pointing inside. It read:
Accrual - - Healing
| - Shield
Displacement - - Blink
| - Telekinesis
Elemental - - Earth
| - Fire
| - Ice
Illusion - - Gleam
| - Invisibility
| - Shimmer
| - Shroud
"So, this book is outdated, but it has the four main categories. Accrual is a layered type of magic. Healing does exactly what is sounds like, healing broken limbs and cuts in skin. Shielding is for protecting against magical attacks, but it can also be used to block physical attacks if you are powerful enough. Everything in the Accrual category will get stronger the more you use the same spell on an existing spell, so a healing wound will heal even faster, and a shield will block even more, although shields are more complicated than that. I won't bore you with the details on shields, so I'll skip ahead."
"Wait, hold on." Walter asked. "The next one is displacement, is that movement spells?"
Tejjun nodded. "Yes. Blink is rather commonly used by mages in a hurry. It teleports someone a good distance forward, depending on how much they concentrate. Mages don't really need to concentrate too hard for it to work as desired, often preferring to go a few feet forward at a fast rate than a large distance at a slow rate. This is because the main drawback is that it can be blocked by solid objects."
"Like walls?"
"Yes, but it can range from other people, leaves (which are really annoying), and even if you're chained up. Rain and snow do not seem to block it, however, and I think that may be because we use water for our spells."
Walter smiled, pointing at the next spell in the Displacement category. "And I thought this was a myth!"
"Well, Telekinesis is hard to master for one, and two, it costs massive amounts of water to move anything a long distance. I had a friend who tried to use it once, may he rest in peace..."
"He died of thirst?"
Tejjun gave a wicked grin. "Actually, while touring the castle with a lady, he thought it was a brilliant idea to use it to push up her skirt. It probably wasn't the best idea that he did so while showing her the balcony of a rather tall tower. But enough of that," Tejjun pointed to the word Elemental, "here's the most well known section, you already know a little bit about this if I remember correctly."
"Aye, but there's something off... were is fireball and flamethrower?"
"Ah, this is not only outdated, but it doesn't get any farther than directly after the four main categories. So earth is rock based, requiring actual rocks to work, while fire and ice only require water. There are many ways to use fire and the like, as you already know, but explaining all that might leave your head spinning."
"I think it's spinning already."
"Well, don't worry, we're almost done. The last main category is Illusion. Now, this book bases it solely around light, although I can think of at least one other illusion spell that doesn't affect light. That doesn't really matter, thought, so I'll leave that out. Gleam is used often, as it lights areas and can be used to blind opponents. It's easy to confuse with sunlight, however, so it's not the best at being used for a signal."
"Is that..." Walter was eyeing the word 'Invisibility'.
"Well, that one is great for a few jokes, but it's not very useful." Tejjun could see Walter's confusion, but he felt no need to elaborate on its unimportance. "We often teach that one early on, as it can be quick to learn. Shimmer we usually teach after, as it's more of a failed version of Invisibility, although on an open space instead of yourself. It's mostly used as a distraction, as it warps the light and even changing it colors, but it can be used on yourself if you wish. Although, to be fair, using it on yourself can make you disoriented and ill, for obvious reasons." Tejjun tapped the last word. "And Shroud is the opposite of Gleam, so I don'r really need to explain that. So if that'll be all, I need to have a servant get me a new mirror while they have mine reshaped, is that okay with you?"
"I'm fine with that." Walter then stuck out his hand. "Well, I'll be on my way."
Tejjun grabbed the open hand. He cringed as Walter gripped his hand way tighter than he expected, and Tejjun could swear that, upon his hand being released, that his fingers had dislocated. They hadn't, but that didn't stop Tejjun from cradling the injured hand. Walter left the room, and already Tejjun wondered what had made him worry so much. After all, he was sure they wouldn't harm Alys, or at the very least not too much.
Edited April 10, 2015 by Justice
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Finally, the chapter is done! The added time definitely improved this chapter, and I hope everyone enjoys the short Omorashi scene I put in (hinted slightly in chapter 6).
Chapter 7: A Noble Prisoner
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Alys slowly opened her eyes, taking in the little light that was in the room. From her lying position, she could see a closed window, and it was a dark, dark blue outside. Obviously, she had been unconscious until night time. Sitting up in the bed, she flinched and gritted her teeth as her head pounded. It was like a drum was beating as hard as possible in her skull, or, in fact, that a drummer was inside her head pounding on her skull itself. She used her hand to keep the pain to a minimum, regretting not having a chance to dodge the attack that had left her in this state. After a short time it subsided, and Alys was able to concentrate on her surroundings. Of course, just as her pain subsided, her aching bladder made itself known, and she pressed her right hand to keep it from emptying. It didn't help too much, as she was still wearing her chain-mail from earlier, which was now cold. Alys bounced her feet to keep it under control, and soon it faded away, but definitely not to nothingness.
The dark room was lit by a fireplace across the room, yet it was getting close to burning out at the moment. Alys could tell it must have been burning for quite some time already, as the room was still rather warm. The room was well decorated, the windows made of clear glass instead of cheap green glass, and the fireplace's mantle had a few images carved into it. The floor was wooden except what was closest to the fireplace, which was made of smooth stone.
However, on closer inspection of the window, she could see that bars were placed in front of it, slightly hidden by the drapes. Along with that, the door to her room was metal, and there was no other entrance to it. Lifting up her right hand, she could see a shackle made of raven-steel. "It hardly matters what metal it's made of," Alys thought, licking her dry lips. "I'm rather dehydrated right now, it's not like I could use any magic to break it." Her bladder made itself known once more, and she thought "Dehydrated or not, I really have to pee." Alys looked around the room once more, yet a chamber pot was not in site, and the only door led right outside her cell. Alys bit her lip, hoping someone would show up soon to help her ever-filling bladder.
She checked her hidden sheath, and she heaved a sigh of relief when she found her knife. It hadn't been confiscated, and she could use it so long as she kept it out of her captor's eyes. Alys wanted to be cautious, though, as her carelessness was what doomed her fight from the start. The moment she lost her temper, all her skill was out of the picture. Better to use it when she had figured out an escape route than to see where the wind took her. Especially since she still rather needed a chamber pot. Alys closed her eyes and shook her head. "Focus on something other than peeing Alys!" She told herself, although she hardly believed she would take the advise.
Alys sat in her bed for a few minutes, taking in the room. Her shackle was attached to the wall closest to her bed, and despite the length of the chain, there was no way she could walk out of this room even if the door were unlocked, which she doubted. Looking out the window beside her, She noticed that she was in a tower. "Great, the old tower prison thing, I wonder if a dragon has me hostage, and what knight in shining armor will save me?" Alys wrapped her hands around the bars, peering down. "I have to admit, though, it does make it difficult to escape." The tower was at least five stories tall, and she wondered if there were more towers like this. Alys couldn't help but marvel at the spectacular view, in spite of herself. The castle walls extended not too far from her position, and from her vantage point, she could see rolling hills covered in pure white snow.
Alys turned as she heard the door to her room click, and she felt dizzy as she regretted turning so suddenly. When the door opened, a tall man walked in. He was wearing a dark blue shirt with matching trousers, and he had a purple cape draped over his shoulders. In his left hand, he held a sheathed rapier. Alys' heart skipped a beat, it was her rapier.
The man smiled as his eyes fell upon Alys. "Ah, so very nice to see you have awoken at last, I was expecting you to wake up any time now. I have to admit, I was starting to get worried I hit you too hard." Alys glared, and the man couldn't help but widen his grin. "Oh, I'm so sorry if I didn't introduce myself, I'm Duke Terrius, King Yungora's right hand." Duke Terrius bowed after saying this. Alys could feel anger slowly taking hold of her from the man's smugness.
"What's with all these formalities? I thought I was a prisoner." Alys shook her shackle to add emphasis.
"Well, it's not like some peasant would be carrying such a slim weapon, or any weapon for that matter." Duke Terrius slowly unsheathed the rapier before pointing the tip at Alys' nose. "I don't see any marking on this, what noble family are you from, by chance?"
Alys gulped. The only reason she was still alive was most likely the reasoning that she may be a princess. "That makes this stupid tower seem even more like a fairy tale." She thought absentmindedly.
Duke Terrius sheathed the sword, and Alys let out a sigh of relief, although her voice was still a little strained, for other reasons. "Well," Terrius started, "I guess we could always find out later. I bet your papa's going to pay a fortune for your safe return." He said, patting her head. Alys blushed, feeling like a helpless child in the situation.
"I-I have a request." Alys stuttered, and Duke Terrius raised an eyebrow as his response. "When do I get some food and water? I'm rather dehydrated, and my father wouldn't like it if I got ill."
The duke scoffed. "He may not like that you're being held for ransom, so I doubt a little illness will change matters very much. Food wise, I'll get some for you in a short while."
"And the water?"
"You'll get some, but I'm not too keen to let you have too much. I want to chat with you, and if you try to singe me with one of your cute little fire spells, I might lose my temper and slay you. Plus, I wouldn't want these clothes ruined."
Alys longed to stab this jester of a duke and run, but she didn't even know if he had the key to her shackle on him, so it was pointless to show her ace yet. Better to hold off for now. She watched as he left to get her food, and Alys simply lay back in her bed, thinking of her options. The bars on the window were not raven-steel, but without her magic it was an unlikely escape route. It was even worse when she realized she had no means of cushioning her fall nor slowing her descent, so that escape route would only lead to her death. Looking past Duke Terrius as he re-entered the room brought her hopes up. The staircase spiraled downwards in a counter-clockwise manner, so she could use that to her advantage if she got her rapier back. Of course, she would have to solve the problem that she lacked her weapon, along with the fact she was chained up in the room to begin with.
When Duke Terrius handed Alys a cooked piece of meat (she had no idea what it was), there was a fork, but there lacked a knife. Alys casually reached for her sheath before stopping herself, realizing she almost gave herself away. She continued the motion by patting her dress, as if she were expecting a non-existent utensil. After her clumsy attempt of covering her failure, she looked up at him. "I don't seem to have a knife, could you bring me one?"
Terrius pulled out his heavy bladed knife. Alys reached for the knife slowly, seeing the well oiled blade glint in the uncertain light. Suddenly, he pulled it back when Alys' hand had almost reached it. "You think I'm stupid enough to let you have a weapon?" The man said. "The fork is blunt enough that I care little for you to have it, but with a knife you might accidentally wound me."
Alys thought the word 'accidentally' really shouldn't have been in that sentence, but she knew why he said it, which only grated on her even more. The overly confident man soon left, and a thought struck Alys just as the door slammed shut. "W-wait! I..." Silence greeted her, and she worriedly wiggled her legs. "...might... pee myself..." Alys finished in her mind. Alys gently cursed, placing both hands between her legs to try and hold on for longer. After ten minutes of sitting on the edge of her bed, bouncing in place, she realized (with sadness) that nobody would be back from quite some time. She stared at the little water that was provided, and almost threw it across the room just to not see it, but simply lifting it showed the clear liquid sloshing around, and a sudden pressure almost pushed her over the edge, her hands digging between her legs as hard as they could. Alys hadn't leaked yet, but she was certainly close.
Honestly, it was for the better that she hadn't tossed her water, for she might not get some more until tomorrow. She decided to leave it were it was, not wanting to see it shift any more. Alys stood up slowly, feeling her bladder weigh down on her, and she started pacing around the room. Surely she could just pee in a corner somewhere, right? It was going to happen anyways whether she liked it or not, but she shook her head. "No." She thought to herself. "There has to be some other way." Alys started pacing once more, and soon she could no longer stand up straight, walking around slightly bent over. Her eyes darted between every object for the seventh time already, and nothing new had appeared. No pot, no hole, no useless fabric, nothing! Nothing to pee on, nothing to pee in, nothing to pee around. Just a bed, a fireplace, and a window with bars on it. Her food didn't even have a table, set beside her bed on the floor.
Alys shivered as another wave hit her, and this one got past her grip, dampening her panties. "N-no..." She whispered, pressing her hands into the skirt of her dress once more. She regretted doing so, as her hands felt damp from pressing against her wet panties. Removing them, her long cyan dress had a dark blotch on it the size of her fist. Of course, she didn't keep her hands away long, as the waves of desperation came more frequently, one after the other, more pee leaking out every time. Soon she finally gave in to peeing on the floor, but by then she couldn't even do that willingly, as she could no longer remove her hands. As soon as she removed her hands, she would instantly start peeing forcibly in her panties, yet waiting would only lead to the same result. Alys stood slouched, holding her pee back and afraid of the inevitable, yet unable to stop it. Soon her pee started getting past her grip, and the damp patch in her dress grew wider and then trailed downwards, soon carrying pee straight to the floor. An audible hissing was heard, and the splashing of pee hitting pee filled the room. Alys' face turned bright red, and tears filled her eyes from both embarrassment and relief. She released for two minutes straight, and she almost collapsed on the floor from the relief. The pee had filled the boots Alys was wearing, so she had to sit down to try her best at emptying them. Tears reformed as she felt her soaked panties squish against her skin, and her boots emptied pee into the already existing puddle. She decided to leave her boots off, as putting them back on would only add to her misery.
Calming down, Alys quickly ate the meat provided earlier. It was high quality, surprisingly, and it cut easily enough with the blunt fork to not even require a knife. The meal was rather high class for a prisoner, even if she were a noble, so she assumed it was some way to butter her up. Or something. Alys didn't know, and frankly she didn't really care, especially with the accident she just had. The only real thing on her mind was the chain secured to the wall, and she used her hidden knife to get between the bolt head and the stone. At first she didn't get anywhere, but she picked at the stone until a small crevice allowed her to try and pry it from the wall. Sadly, the bolt barely moved at all, and after an hour and a half of work, she realized it was no use trying to rely on brute force alone. She hid the knife back in her dress, yet she had to wait some time before anything else happened. Duke Terrius walked in twenty minutes later.
He instantly saw the puddle and the still soaked Alys. Alys tried her best not to cry, but her vision blurred from her eyes wanting to anyways. He had ordered a guard to bring a bucket of water, which he dumped half of on Alys before telling her to use the other half to clean up the floor, giving her a rag to do so. During that time, he added some logs to the fireplace, which she used to warm herself up. Her clothes dried quickly, and she almost thanked Terrius for giving her the bucket of water to clean herself with. Almost. Soon, however, Terrius was back to his old, info loving self.
"I know it's rather boring, but I'd hope you'd answer some more questions."
Alys remained silent from her embarrassing accident, but she would have groaned audibly otherwise. The questions weren't dull, it was the way Terrius carried himself through the questions that made her dread each one. Especially with the fact that she had nothing to say. Alys decided it wouldn't hurt to give some bait to keep the man interested, though.
Duke Terrius shown the blade of the rapier, saying "I found a mark on here that seems to relate to either a blacksmith's mark... or a family seal. I wonder if you could help point it out?"
Alys knew her father placed a blacksmith's mark on the pommel, and he had marked out the emblem he had started to place on the blade. She was sure the emblem was gone, yet she didn't feel like checking. Instead, she made herself seem like the prisoner who knew she was getting out soon, and said, rather condescendingly, "My brother Cassius is going to run you through with that very sword, so you may as well get a good look while you have the chance..." Alys knew at least three nobles named Cassius, so it didn't really help Terrius' case too much. Terrius smiled in reply.
"You don't understand the situation you're in, little princess. The only time your brother will get the chance to even scratch me would be when I toss you in the dirt at his feet."
"He'll slay you where you stand, with how much money he gets from trading he-" Alys cut herself off, as if she realized she said too much.
"Heh, so you're from Regnevis, then."
"N-no! I'm from Caryinea!"
"Sure you are, and I suppose next you'll say you're a court jester practicing her act? I thought your attire was rather bland for a noble, even for one that wets herself."
The jab made Alys blush, she thought the dress had looked cute on her, and the ending sentence of her accident just made her blush deepen. Alys couldn't help looking away. "I... I have nothing more to say..."
Terrius knew he wouldn't get much more out of her today, so he re-sheathed and clipped the sword to his belt, right beside his other sword. Alys tilted her head. She was positive the man had a war hammer when she fought him, yet there was no trace of it. She guessed that he was skilled in both, or he at least realized that a war hammer would make it a little more difficult to merely injure her if she tried to escape, rather than kill her in one smashing blow. Terrius left the room, and Alys could hear the door lock a second later.
"Now... how shall I escape?" |
I'll be taking a break from this for a little bit, so if I don't post a story chapter for anything in two weeks, that's why. If I DO post something for another story, than I guess there's no need to worry.
And related to this chapter, Alys isn't out of hot water yet, so don't think I'm making this too easy for her.Chapter 8: Escape~~~~~~~~Alys was getting used to the schedule, even though it had only been three days since she had been imprisoned. First thing in the morning she was given her breakfast, along with a small amount of water. After (what she estimated to be) about two hours had past, Terrius would walk in, Alys' sword in hand, asking questions. The questioning would go on for a half hour before he'd give up, and the cycle would repeat at dinner.Alys had used her knife to work at the bolts in the wall, but she knew she couldn't do much without magic. However, realizing it had been snowing every day, she had taken the time to consume what collected on her windowsill, thus providing her with more water than she normally was provided with. It wasn't much, but it helped a lot, and it helped with her plan. Alys waited until after she finished her dinner before she placed the knife between the bolt heads and the wall, and she conjured a small amount of ice to pry it apart. The bolts finally came loose, and she tugged the chain free. Alys was no longer imprisoned, and her plan would start today.~~~~~~~Duke Terrius walked into the room, just as he had been doing the past few days. He hadn't made much more progress than from the first day, but already he could sense what fief she was from. All he had to do was send a small band to the location and ask the Lord for a ransom, and if they say Alys is their daughter, he'll go through with the exchange. If what Alys said were false, however, Terrius was sure he wouldn't go easy on her. It wouldn't make money to kill her, but it wouldn't make money to keep a prisoner that is unable to be ransomed for gold either.Terrius walked in, sword in hand as usual. He had been inspecting it for a few days, and he saw a small emblem on the pommel. He assumed this mark could simply be from the blacksmith who made it to show who had crafted it, but it could very well also be from the fief Alys was from. Of course, Terrius wouldn't be getting any answers, because as soon as he walked into the room, he realized something was amiss. More importantly, someone was missing. On the bed lay the empty shackle, disconnected from the wall.Dropping the rapier, Terrius unsheathed his sword before shouting "The prisoner has escaped!" Terrius turned to face the man guarding the door, rage quickly taking his face. "Did you not see her escape?" He yelled, pointing to empty bed.The man lifted his hands to his chest, open and trying to keep the Duke a distance away. "I-I swear this door hadn't opened since I delivered her dinner!""Well she couldn't have just teleported back home! Find her!" Terrius then glanced back at the room before running down the stairs. She could have gotten rather far in two hours, but surely she was not out of the castle walls just yet.The guard unsheathed his sword and followed Terrius down the spiral staircase, yelling to the guards below to be on high alert. The man respected Terrius, but he thought differently from him. In fact, the man very well assumed Alys had warped home, he heard a story of it happening on more than one occasion.~~~~~A minute past of silence in Alys' room before she reappeared, no longer invisible. Her vision swam from her dehydration, but she had no time to lose. Picking up the discarded sword, she unsheathed it and checked its balance. "Just as I left it." Alys mumbled to herself. She then unsheathed her dagger and held it in her right hand. She wasn't planning on attacking with it, instead, she was going to use it to help parry and block any attacks.Alys ran up to the rounded center of the spiral staircase. She looked down the steps and saw no immediate danger. She looked behind her and found what she had hoped was there. Right beside the doorway was a chair and small table, and the table had a tin pitcher and cup. The table had a set of keys, which, after trying a few, one of them clicked in the lock of her iron cuff, and the shackle fell apart onto the floor. Her eyes soon trained on the cup and pitcher. Alys didn't bother with the glass and instantly went for the pitcher. While she was planning on taking her time with the water to keep herself from getting sick, she didn't want to waste too much time by pouring herself a glass. Every time she drank her strength seemed to return more and more. After spending ten minutes, she knew she could wait no longer, and proceeded down the steps.Alys' right hand, while still wielding the knife, was pressed against the middle pillar as she descended, and her left hand held the rapier with the tip pointed upwards. The guard hadn't returned yet, so Alys had reached the bottom of the stairs with no resistance. An open wooden door greeted her, most likely from Terrius and the guard leaving in a hurry. It led to an open hallway, which was empty. She took a right and ran down the hall, her boots clopping loudly on the cobbles. The sound was rebounding off the walls, and as she reached the end of the hall, she slowed down. She could her metal clinking together down the bend in front of her. She had found the entrance, but from the sound of armor shifting in place, it was guarded. Alys didn't want to take the chance of going through the front of the castle, so she pushed into a side room.And into someone. Alys and the person she ran into both fell back, and Alys looked across from her to see who she could have ran into. "S-sorry, milady, I-..." The other woman said before freezing up. Apparently, Alys had ran into a servant. And the servant saw a woman carrying a sword and dagger. Alys quickly placed her right hand on the terrified woman's mouth to keep her from screaming, and she then used her left hand's pointer finger to tell her to be quite. The maid nodded, and they both stood up slowly. The room was a library, containing many old books that required constant dusting, which was this maid's job. There were plenty of windows to help let light into the room, and they could be opened to keep the room from getting too stuffy. Alys closed the door as she entered the room, and the moment it sealed the woman whispering one question after another. "Who are you? Why do you have that sword? What's going on?"Alys smiled back, trying to keep the maid from panicking. "I'm from a neighboring fief. The Duke invited my family over, and I thought it would be fun to look at the armory." The maid seemed a little skeptical, so Alys continued, a concerned look on her face. "Please don't tell my father, he'll be absolutely cross with me if he finds me playing around with swords, he doesn't think a lady should play with swords. You won't tell, will you?"The maid smiled back, and even chuckled a bit. "Oh, well if that's all, I'll keep it a secret. Just make sure you return those as soon as you're done, you hear?"Alys nodded back. "Yes, thanks so much." Alys then ran to the closest window and peered out. The windows let out to the streets, and right now there were a few people walking outside. Alys felt eyes trained on her back, so she decided to mime a few sword strokes and parries. It warmed her up for what might come, so she wasn't worried about wasting time now.Of course, her deliberate swings, stabs, and fake parries were not lost on the servant who was still in the room. While the servant didn't know much about swordplay, she knew the girl in front of her wasn't doing this just to have fun. Alys didn't account for this fact, so she was taken off guard when the servant said "So, how long have you been practicing?"Alys was quick to recover, replying with a "Whenever I'm out of my father's prying eyes."The servant tilted her head to the side knowingly. "Well, it must be pretty often, it seems almost second nature to you.""And what of it?"The servant smiled. Having control over the situation gave her plenty of enjoyment, and she continued with little pause. "What of it? You and I both know the reasoning behind it. What fief did your family come from, by the way?""It's... I... Well I wouldn't say it's all that necessary for you to know what fief I'm from."The maid giggled. "Well, you obviously don't live nearby.""And why do you say that?""Because we don't call each lord's territory a 'fief' here. Only Caryineans call it that."Alys grit her teeth. She had thought there was little chance the maid would have found her out, but from all the evidence that was given by her, Alys seemed to have been begging to get caught. "What are you gonna do with me?""Nothing much, but I'll call the guards if you don't do what I say.""And what do you want?" Alys asked, sheathing her weapons."Firstly," The servant said, handing a feather brush to Alys. "I want you to dust for me. I need some rest, and if there is even a speck of dust when I'm done, I'll get an earful." The maid then grabbed a book and sat back in a chair, flipping to a random page. It was quite clear this servant had learned something from the long hours spent in there, although that was probably why not all of the books were dusted. It was a large library, but even one servant could keep it clean with little effort. Alys really didn't want to argue with someone, especially one who could fetch guards on her with ease, so she submitted to dusting the books. 'If Anna saw the situation I was in, she'd erupt in peels of laughter...' Alys thought, looking back every once in awhile to see if the maid was still watching her. The servant, noticing the pause in Alys' work, looked up from her book and motioned for Alys to continue. It was an easy job, if not a bit monotonous, and Alys finished up in minutes.She returned the brush to the maid and asked "Anything else?" Before the maid could come up with another request, she heard a knock on the door. She looked between the door and Alys. The servant really wanted to see what she could do with the power she had over Alys, but if anyone came in, the power would shift at once. The maid, albeit reluctantly, pointed to the window. Alys took no time in thinking it over and she opened the window and hopped out, landing on her hands and feet like a cat. She got up and looked around. Nobody was really paying her too much mind, as only the guards were looking for her. Everyone else just assumed she was some random girl, albeit carrying sword, but still a random girl. Alys walked away from the castle and looked for the main gate. There was no need to run, so she took her time. It was cold, but her dress was thick enough to keep that from bothering her.Finally, she stumbled upon the gate. Well, not really stumbled, as the walls were rather tall, so it was easy to see where the gates were. Of course, her heart fell as she saw men waiting at the gate, stopping people as they went by. There wasn't a way she could get by without a fight, and with her being on foot, they could easily catch back up with horses. Alys turned around and went back into the town. Alys had to rethink her plan. She was out now, but now she was trapped in the town. Alys sat on a bench and sighed. Maybe if she got a horse from a stable somewhere, she could be out in moments. That seemed like a plan.Of course, it wasn't guarded, so she walked in, ignoring the glances she got from the stable-hand. She found the closest horse she could and placed reins on it, along with a saddle that she made sure to tighten so it wouldn't move while she was in it. She started walking out with the horse when the stable-hand approached, pointing to the horse. "That your horse?""Yes, sir, I'm in a bit of a hurry, so I'll just be going now." The stable-hand, however, blocked her path, shoving his hand forward, palm facing the ceiling."What about payment for keeping it here?"Alys unsheathed her sword and pointed it at the man's face. "I think this will suffice." The man generously decided to go without pay just this once.Alys left the stable and grabbed onto the horse, getting ready to hop on. She felt a hand pull her back, and she fell on the ground. She pointed her rapier up only to here it clang against another sword and her eyes widened to find a fully armored Duke Terrius at the other end of the sword. "Now, will you you come back quietly and give that metal stick back, or will you force me to kill you now?" He said smoothly.Alys used her sword to force his own away, and she used the time to grab her knife. Just in time, she brought it to her right side to stop his sideways slash, and Alys' riposte slammed into the shoulder guard of Terrius' armor. Terrius' sword was up once again, moving for her neck, and she raised her dagger, only to see him spin around and deliver a slash to her leg. Alys jumped to dodge it, but this left her off balance, and she could see him going at her again, spinning the blade in his hand before slashing to her left. Alys clumsily blocked it with her rapier, and she felt her boots skid uncertainly on the rough stone walkway. "H-he's too much for me! I can't win against him like this!" Alys thought, and she saw him prepare for a straight jab to her throat. Alys managed to get the rapier and dagger up in time to lock it between the two blades, and she saw that it stopped only a few inches from her throat.It didn't stay that way, as Terrius pushed on his sword, making it slowly move closer, the steel protesting loudly. Alys yelped in surprise, thinking what she had done was sufficient, and she lifted the blades upward. She then took a few steps back, seeing Terrius move back as well. "Face it, you die here if you don't give up. Just toss your playthings to the ground and I won't spill your blood.""That's where you're wrong." Alys said, and she turned her hands, shifting her fingers on the grip. The blades were then engulfed in flames, and the fire trailed as Alys pointed her left side to Terrius, getting into a fencing stance."By the gods..." Terrius said before shaking his head. "That matters not, did you forget my armor is magic resistant?" He then lunged forward, yet Alys dodged to the side before stabbing at his face mask. He moved his head to the side, but the light and heat made it hard to keep track of Alys. Terrius swung his sword diagonally, yet Alys pushed it aside before jabbing at his face mask once more. It scraped loudly against the side, causing Terrius to flinch, taking a few steps back. Alys sliced the ground, and the dry hay caught quickly. Alys kept her distance from the lord, circling him while keeping her distance. Terrius soon realized why Alys had sliced at the ground, as the smoke made it even more difficult to see. Terrius' eyes watered as the smoke got thicker, and he realized he was being put at a disadvantage the longer he waited, so he made up his mind and charged forward towards Alys.He ran right past Alys, and spinning around, saw her mounting the horse. He had no time to chase her before the horse galloped away, running straight past the guards who jumped to the side, not wanting to be trampled. Alys looked back to see Terrius order his men to mount and give chase, and Alys let her weapons extinguish before sheathing them. If anyone got too close, she would keep them back with magic. It was better to keep them at a distance than risk close quarters combat. |
Here's the next chapter! I wanted to clear up what's going on between Anna and Henry before getting back to Alys.
Chapter 9: Some Nobles Forget they can Lose Power Easily
Henry hurried into his room, kicking the door closed. He rushed over to his desk, shuffling through the papers on it. He would pick one up and look it over before tossing it over his shoulder, not finding what he was searching for. Eventually, every paper that was on his desk had found its way to the floor, and Henry bent down to look through them again before someone's soft words broke his concentration.
"Looking for this?" Came the voice, and Henry looked up, not realizing someone was already in the room until now. The voice came from his servant, Anna, who's eyes were red, and she was shaking, holding the paper next to Henry's head. Henry reached for the paper, but Anna quickly moved it out of his reach. "You think a poor little servant girl could just give you what you want before you forget she ever existed? I heard some military strategies from my father, and I know what burning every bridge you cross looks like." Anna was still shaking, unable to keep any composure, and tears were rolling down her cheeks freely.
Henry forced a smile. "I-I have no idea wh-"
"Shut it! I saw the outgoing request to get a new servant you sent! I threw it in the fire the moment I found it!"
"Anna, that's an off-"
"I don't care if it's an official letter from you or from High King Zeffion, I'll read anything that may shed some light on my suspicions of simply being used!"
Henry realized there was no way to force her to do anything, so he gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "Anna, calm down, it's nothing persona-"
"Nothing personal?!" Anna shouted incredulously, her voice rising an octave as she broke free from Henry's calming hand. "So you admit all those sweet words were just a ploy to get something you want before sending me on my marry way like I'm trash?" Anna stepped to the door, and Henry's gaze darted between the paper and the handle of the door. "I wonder what your father will think when I tell him you plan to desert for petty revenge?"
Henry was baffled. "How did you know?"
"Every man and woman with an ounce of grain knows your original betrothed was murdered by bandits from Regnevis. I was at the funeral, but I thought you had finally gotten over her. Until the other day, that is..."
"Just give me the map."
"And let you leave and put me to blame? Say I burned a letter and refused to warn everyone of you running off? I'll lose my job, my future..." Anna sniffed "and I'll lose my dignity and credibility." Anna's eyes blazed as she grabbed the handle of the door. "I'll lose everything, even my heart!" Yanking the door open, Anna tried to storm out before the door slammed shut by Henry's hand, and he looked into Anna's eyes.
"I'm sorry for everything I did, but it's not what it seems..."
"Oh yeah? Then explain, because it's going to take a lot to keep me from waving this in front of your father and reciting your sins."
"That... That letter I had dated before I even asked you to borrow that map. I had changed my mind, but I couldn't find the letter anywhere."
Anna scoffed. "As if that means anything."
"Well, I had always been meaning to put you in such a situation, but I never thought I'd care so mu-"
"You're talking out of your arse, Henry, and you and I both know it."
"No, I'm not, I-"
"I'm leavin-" Anna didn't finish, as Henry pressed his lips against hers. Anna was surprised, but her wide eyes closed as she couldn't help be drawn in by the one she had felt so much for in the past few weeks, even with all the signs of what was going on. When Henry moved away, Anna looked back, complacent, but still skeptical. "You got my attention, what's the rest of it?"
And so Henry explained all of his feelings, explaining his feelings of his feelings, pointing out shaky evidence, and even getting on his knees and begging her not to tell his father of what he was about to do.
Finally, Henry's long, drawn out explanation ended, and Anna was pleased with herself for getting a noble to beg for his life. "I promise not to tell..." She finally agreed. "But you'll have to take me along."
"T-take you along?" Henry asked. "B-but you might get hurt, and worse..." Anna and Henry both knew what would happen if they both left at the same time. Word would spread that the Prince had fallen for a mere servant girl.
Anna saw no problem with that. "Well, let them believe the truth, you'll have to make it official eventually."
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"A Prince, a maid, and a minstrel are on a path for revenge, what a tale this will be." Prince Henry muttered, bringing a sideways glance from Sarah.
"You are aware I'm more than just a simple musician, right?"
"Yes, and that's what makes it more unbelievable..." The three were riding healthy horses. Since the horses were bred for endurance, they didn't show off as being horses that nobility would tend to use. Anna was wearing a long black dress and coat, and she was the most uncomfortable of the three, as Sarah had a short skirt and leggings that were fine for riding, and Henry was (of course) wearing trousers. Anna had never been in a saddle before, so she regretted the fact she only brought long flowing dresses. She may be a commoner, but that doesn't mean she knew everything about such things nobility thought all commoners knew.
"U-umm, could we take a break?" Anna asked nervously. "This saddle is chafing my... skin."
"Don't you know it's a bad idea to wear a long dress in the saddle?" Sarah asked, although Anna's attire was evidence enough.
"It's not too late to turn back if this is too much for you, Anna." Henry said over his shoulder, which only made the servant girl flustered.
"I-I'm fine, just trying to make a little conversation." She insisted, yet her shifting position betrayed her words.
"Whatever you say..." Henry replied.
As he kept his eyes forwards, Sarah brought her horse alongside Anna and whispered, "You know, we could stop and let you change into some of my clothes."
Anna shook her head. "No, it's not that bad. I'm just a little... nervous."
"Nervous of getting injured?"
"No, nervous of being hurt."
Sarah raised an eyebrow. "I'm afraid I don't follow."
"Well..." Anna started, holding her hands together. "I just don't know... I mean, even if he realizes I'm following him to help sympathize with his loss, I don't want to force my desire to be with him..."
"Well what have you done already?"
"I... made him get on his knees and beg."
Sarah smiled. "Well, I don't see how that would be a problem." She said with a short laugh, but seeing the hurt expression on Anna's face made her regret it. "Honestly, every noble needs to be cut down a few inches. He knows as well as anyone that, the longer it takes before a new heir is born, the worse off the kingdom will be."
Anna forced a smile. "That's an apt way to put it."
"Well, he has to face facts, this kind of world doesn't wait for love. With love on his doorsteps, he has no reason to hesitate."
"But... but I'm a commoner-"
"And that hasn't bothered you so far, so why should it bother you now?"
Anna tried to formulate a response, but seeing the sympathy in Sarah's eyes made her stop and think before replying. "I guess I'm just looking for a reason for him to deny me."
Sarah placed her hand on Anna's shoulder, making the horses nervous as they got closer than they were accustomed to. "He has already denied you before, right?"
"Right."
"And you love him, right?"
"R-right."
"And do you think he actually denied you because he doesn't love you back, or because he wants to get revenge before he moves on?"
"..."
"Anna."
"I... think he does love me, but-"
"But nothing!" Sarah interrupted. "Why didn't he go on this quest for revenge before, especially when he's in such dire need to help defend against a Yenoroze siege?"
"I-I'm afraid I have no idea."
"Because he doesn't feel right moving on to another woman before he truly sets the memory of the other to rest."
Anna looked skeptical. "And how do you know this?"
"Well, while I still need training, I can sense many things."
"Such as?"
"When an eavesdropper realizes their thoughts are being told to the worst person to hear it, their eyes tend to get all bug-eyed," She pointed forward at Henry. "Like that."
Henry quickly looked away, and a smile sprouted on Anna's face. With a little difficulty, she forced her horse forward beside Henry, and he tried his best to keep his gaze away from Anna. Only the horses clopping hooves sounded before Anna spoke up. "Is this true?"
"...She meant the world to me, but ever since I started talking with you, I've forgotten about her. I felt like I was soiling her name, and so I tried to distance myself from you. That's what that letter was for, I didn't want to get close to you and forget all about... Annabelle." Henry turned, and his face showed the pain of holding the truth in for so long. "Even though your name is part of hers, I still forgot about her. Aren't the gods just so cruel in such matters? They mock my memory by having me fall in love with a girl with practically the same name, and then I lose thoughts of Annabelle." He sighed, and the grief quickly faded from his face. The horses stopped, and the silence of the forest around them just made his next words that much louder. "Anna, it feels so good to let this all out, and already I can see Annabelle's forgiving face shining down on me. Sarah and your words helped me realize how childish I was, and I think it's only fitting we head back to the RavenSteel, together. My kingdom needs me, and if you agree with me, it needs you as well." Henry stretched out his hand. "Anna, what say you?"
Anna brought her hands up to her chest. It was everything she ever wanted, all wrapped up with a bow on top. She reached for his hand saying "Oh, Henry, I-"
An ugly hiss cut through the air, and Henry screamed in pain as he brought up his hand. His eyes were transfixed on the arrow stuck in his hand, and all but the feathered end was coated in blood. Anna screamed in surprise, and Sarah was off her horse in a second, bringing Anna to the ground. A few more arrows shot by as Sarah helped Henry off the saddle, and they heard the 'thunk thunk' and cries of pain as the arrows slammed into the horses they hid behind. Anna looked close to passing out as her face went pale, and Henry was already wrapping a scrap of cotton around the ends of the arrow to keep it from worsening the wound. Blood trailed down his injured arm, and both hands were coated with the red liquid.
Sarah grimaced as she heard shouts from the forest. She pulled her horse and the confused couple to the side, hiding behind the trees. "Just when we decided not to hunt for those bandits, they find us..." Sarah pulled her lute free from its carrying case, and she extended the axe blades and gave it to Anna. "Hold this for me." She commanded, and the dazed Anna managed a gentle nod as she all but dropped the lute in the dirt. Sarah looked between the injured prince and the direction of the archers. The arrows had all but stopped, but she knew it was a matter of time before they'd close in on their position. Her mind raced furiously as she tried to come up with a plan, and soon she pulled a knife from her sleeve as she stood up against the closest tree. She peeked around the corner before hurrying her head back, an arrow just barely missing her face. The girl threw the dagger in the direction of where she saw the arrow come from, and she heard a man shout and subsequently cry in pain. Whether or not it injured him greatly, it made him more reluctant to shoot again.
"Sarah..." Henry said, standing up as he got behind a tree as well. "I'm going to use you horse to get Anna and I out of here. In my current state, we're simply making things more difficult."
Sarah nodded. She could simply take another horse if she needed. She picked up her lute from the confused Anna and helped her onto the horse, and another arrow sailing by showed the bandits were done hiding. Seeing Henry easily mount with one hand, Sarah ran for further cover, most arrows flying wide and some smacking into trees. When she thought she had a good enough lead, Sarah plunged the axe blade into a nearby tree, using it to help herself climb. She heaved herself onto a tree branch, and it wasn't long before bandits soon ran under her, determined to find her. There was a problem, though, as some of the bandits less willing to give chase hung back, and they were randomly scattered underneath her. Sarah groaned inaudibly "This will take awhile..." |
After two months (too long!) of typing this up, I finally got the ideas I was looking for! I don't know how long it'll take for the next chapter, but I'm already planning stuff out now.
Chapter 10: Can a Castle Even be Robbed?
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Anna knew she couldn't fight in the war. In fact, she was relieved that she didn't have to. Anna wondered why she gave up on picking sides on the issue, even. To her, going to war just was a stupid idea, through and through.
Well, Henry had chosen to go to war, but that was besides the point.
That aside, Anna realized that she had another angle she could go at it with. People who fought in it were stu-... Yet then again, they were willing to risk their lives, unlike her. Plus Henry also chose to fight in the ensuing war.
And in a flash, Anna remembered why she hadn't chosen to pick sides on the matter.
Of course, nobody would care what a maid had to say in such instances, her place was serving nobility, not ordering them around. Or ordering anyone in all honesty.
Anna approached Henry's office, ready to do her daily cleaning duties. It was more of the entrance to his main quarters, but that kept him ready to react with any urgent messages that came his way. It was most likely this reason that all the other rooms seemed to collect dust like a desert city. Anna didn't care, she thrived for the monotonous things. The monotony was a set path to her success, one that didn't face any insanely difficult challenge. It was just clean, deliver food, clean, and then later, cook food, and even later, marry Henry.
Anna paused as her thoughts made her blush. Surely she was joking. A maid marrying a prince? Such a thing was laughable!
And yet, while she was merely dusting off Prince Henry's desk, she realized it was the closest position she could get to Prince Henry, and that was some forward thinking. Unintentionally, but still.
Of course, Anna's thoughts swayed soon enough, as an anomaly was present. The room seemed so much more comfortable than normal that she hadn't even caught wind of the problem at first. The window that was normally closed was open. The room was normally kept dry to keep the books from being ruined, so it was unnatural for the window to be opened even for a second. Without skipping a beat, Anna closed the window and continued with cleaning the main office.
She used a feather brush to beat away the dust from the upper shelves. These shelves seemed as if they leaned inwards toward the room, giving the impression that they could fall over, if they weren't fused with the wall, that is. They did make the room seem a little eerie, so she always hurried along just a little faster when she had to clean them.
Hurrying with her task she wasn't expecting the main room to be too big of a challenge, especially not as challenging as it was going to be. Upon opening the door, Anna saw a dark shadow skulking across the room, and her hand traveled to her mouth in surprise. There was definitely not supposed to be any visitors in Henry's quarters, and they usually never got further than his desk, either.
The shadow had been just as surprised, although they soon recovered. The sound of steel was heard, and a dull gleam shined from the figure's right side. Anna saw this and went pale in fear. She didn't want to die, definitely not here. She turned and made for the door, but the intruder had reached her before she could make it out of Henry's office. She felt an arm go across her mouth as she was pulled back, and the feeling of cold, sharp metal was present on her throat. "Don't do anythin' stupid, I 'ave dealt with the heroic lot before, and trust me, tis not to yer likin'." The man whispered all these words, and he leaned closer to her ear as if worrying that the next words would be too quite to hear. "I make myself clear, or should I let your blood stain the carpet?"
Anna shook her head frantically, trying to make it clear she wasn't going to try and escape. She was used to taking orders, and since this one had her life at the end of it, she would gladly follow the man's instructions.
"Good, just keep in mind, if I see anything strange..." The knife was removed from her throat, and she flinched as it cut her skirt, missing her leg by half an inch. A clean, diagonal cut had separated part of the skirt, and from how she hadn't felt her skirt tug on the blade, she knew the blade was extremely sharp.
The man shoved her to the ground, and she scrambled to her feet. She noticed the man had shoved her closer to the table, and now he pointed at the desk.
"Push it to the door, I can't have you escaping."
She looked at him as if he were crazy. "That desk weighs a ton! There's no way I could move it, even if you helped!"
The man grumbled to himself. He was realizing that as well, soon trying to find an alternative. "Move all the books, then."
Anna regarded the man with a curious eye. Thief, spy, or just an escaped criminal, this man definitely lacked common sense. "What do you suggest, making a wall? Even if we piled all of them in front of the door, it'll take mere seconds before the door is opened."
The man shook his head, approaching Anna before cutting a few inches off the bottom of her skirt. It was plenty long, and she knew it would still be long enough to keep her decent, but this was driving her mad. She knew all he had to do was slightly cut the back of her leg, and instantly she would be collapsed on the floor, unable to fight back. The man soon finished shortening the skirt, and he used the fabric to tie her hands to her front before tying the other end to the bars of the fireplace. She had to crouch to keep in a comfortable position, yet an uncomfortable feeling made itself known, and rather quickly. She hadn't peed for quite some time, and she already had been shifting around when she was cleaning, aware of the need. Now that she was trapped, and especially since she was in the same position she would be in to use a chamber pot, the need grew exponentially. Anna bit her lip. She didn't want to pee herself, and especially in front of this person. If she did, she was half afraid the man would kill her just because of that.
The Shadowy man on his part was making a mess of the entire table, as if he were frustrated that he couldn't find anything. Papers flew back and forth as he tossed one to the side and one in front of him in quick succession. He looked up from the papers. "And what's with the fidgeting? Planning a way out of here? Did I not tie the bonds tight enough, and you're trying to work up the guts to jump me?" The knife flashed into view once more, and Anna pulled back on her restraints as she tried to get as far from him as possible.
"I swear I wasn't planning anything! This whole situation has just left me... nervous is all." As much as she tried to keep her voice low, she still kept her eyes fixed on the blade as it came closer still.
"Pah, I should've just killed you from the start, you're wastin' time and riskin' my cover!" He then grabbed her by the shoulder as she kicked out at him, falling to the ground in turn. She let out a startled cry as the man came closer, and fear had started driving into her heart as she realized her end was coming. Anna could feel her dress grow damp as the realization sunk in.
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Anna woke in a panic, gasping for air. Her arms shot forward and wrapped around Henry, and Anna hugged him with all her might. She could feel a dampness between her legs, but she ignored it, too terrified to care.
"What's wrong?" He asked in a worried tone, looking back at her.
Anna looked up, tears in her eyes. "I-I had a dream, th-that I was back at the castle while you had gone, a-and some cutthroat got in, a-and..." she trailed off, now sobbing in his arms. "I-It was so real! I was sure I was going to die!"
"There there," He said, using his right arm to calm her as his left was the reins, keeping the horse from slowing. "it was the Gods testing you, nothing else."
She sniffed loudly. "But why would they? I'm nothing important, and I doubt it'll change anything..."
"I'm sure if that's not enough, then it's simply preparing you for more."
Anna mumbled her uncertainty, and Henry soon let go of her, bringing both hands forward. As Anna looked at Henry, she took note of his constant glances backwards as his uninjured left hand tightened and loosened its grip on the heavy sword's pommel. Anna knew one thing for sure, though, she had a rather pressing matter that needed to be resolved sooner rather than later: her relationship.
"Anything on your mind?" Anna asked questioningly, her eyes taking in Henry's demeanor.
"Yes, jus-" Henry cut himself off, soon replying with, "j-just you is all, I can't stand seeing you terrified."
Anna pressed herself against Henry. "Yeah, well, I'm still rather shaken up. You know, with the dream, and the... the..." Anna pretended to not find the words, and soon she could hear Henry completing them.
"The brigands we haven't seen for half an hour? Don't worry, I think you'll be far enough away to camp soon enough."
Anna looked at Henry accusingly, although Henry had no way of knowing, seeing as he wasn't looking at her. "Me? Why not us?! Don't tell me you're going back there!"
Henry's back went rigid as he realized his blunder. "N-no, I'm rather tired is all, and with there still being four or five of the-"
"You counted them? You're just getting me back to safety while you go back, half injured, hungry for battle!"
"That's not true Anna, I just am uneasy having brigands lying around, nothing more."
Anna crossed her arms. "Well, it very much looks like a revenge plot!"
"No, it's not! I was just thinking for the good of the townsfol-"
"Towsfolk? And what about yourself?" Henry stayed silent, and Anna gave a sigh. She had been leading Henry on, and she felt she owed him enough to explain things. "Henry, your father is worried about you."
"And how would you know?" He retorted, a little miffed by how powerless he had been throughout the conversation.
"Probably because he had ordered a small force to follow in behind us. they followed a distance away on the trail, and as we went further into the forest, the force would come in from behind and clear them all out. As we speak the force is heading back to the castle with Sarah, so if you want we can start heading back now."
Henry was taken aback. All he had been was an unknowing distraction, and the only reason was because his father knew he'd try to keep Anna safe. He realized his father probably would never have allowed a made in the war room just because Henry said so unless he had he had his own reasons. "I... guess it's time we started headed back, I'll need a cleric for my hand."
Anna smiled, and gently pulled his injured hand up. "If you may, since we're safe now, would you allow me to heal your hand? My mother is a cleric, and she taught me a little bit of healing magic." Henry let Anna pull the arrow free, and Henry grimaced at the pain, although a faint green glow seemed to be appear, and the pain seemed to ease as the pulled the rest of it free. Soon she poured water over the wound, humming a small tune as a green glowed helped the skin and flesh piece together. Soon, his hand looked as good as new, although it was less tan where the wound originally was.
"You're rather impressive with that magic, was the humming what helped cast it? I always seem to hear clerics humming some tune or another as they heal people."
Anna giggled. "Actually, the humming is to calm down the patient, we really have no other reason for doing so." Anna shifted, her swollen bladder now feeling the effects of her magic. She wished that she had at least been allowed off the horse, but Henry had seen no reason to camp out in the woods, especially since he now wanted to arrive back at the castle (seeing as there were no other matters at hand he needed taken care of).
Henry wanted to get back in a hurry as well, so the jostling was much greater than normal. Anna shifted in place, bit her lip, and closed her eyes shut. Her bladder was now entirely on her mind, and it was telling her it needed emptying now. Her bladder burned in pain, and each jostle shot ripples of desperation into her. Her hands were shaking as they demanded to grab herself, yet if she let go she vary well may fall right off the galloping steed.
But she couldn't tell Henry. Anna had already played him for a fool, and she felt she only prove to insult him more if she were in as desperate need to pee as a little girl. After all, it would be like he was tricked by someone who barely even knew their own bladder's limits. Anna didn't want that. She didn't want Henry to feel like he was a moron. Instead, she contented herself on staying quiet.
It didn't last long. the jostling finally got to her bladder, and soon every time she was lifted up, her pee leaked out. Her panties were getting damper and damper, and she whispered an apology to the horse as her pee started coating it.
The horse may not have heard, but Henry did. "What are you sorry for? I'm the one that was too pig-headed."
Anna sniffed. "N-not that... I... I'm peeing myself..."
Henry quickly slowed the horse, but the sudden drop in speed gave Anna's bladder one last jolt, and an audible hissing could be heard as Anna attempted to get off the horse. The only thing that prevented her from falling on her face was Henry's steadying hand, and she looked back at him, tears streaking down her faces as dirt turned to mud under her dress.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you upset with me..."
Henry smiled. "I still don't understand why you're sorry, I already admitted that I was too pig-headed to care about others, I should be sorry. Here, you finish off and I'll get you a pair of new clothes, we packed some for the trip anyways."
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"To hell with this!" Alys screamed, kicking a stone as far as she could. Her boots didn't very well dampen impact, and her toes throbbed in pain, but her mood was sour enough to keep her from thinking about it. She had managed to lose the tail on her, but now she had no idea where to go. She had no idea where she was, she had no idea how close her home was, she had no idea where she was even kept prisoner at... In fact, she didn't even know how close the nearest farm was, and those are hard to miss! "And this damn cold..." Alys shivered, knowing her horse wasn't really fairing much better than her in this could winter air.
She looked at her hands. Sure, she wanted to start a fire, but she feared that the enemy might find her from tracking the light, not to mention the lingering smoke's smell and sight (even if the sight would be a little more difficult to detect). Alys went back to clearing out a patch of frozen grass before laying down, not feeling comfortable in the slightest. She was hungry, sure, but sleep came first, even if she didn't have a good place to sleep. If she were tired when she met an enemy, it would be rather difficult to escape, let alone fight back. She sighed, trying to get comfortable, but she soon could hear a rustling of grass. Alys' eyes darted back and forth. Thoughts of the Voryete flashed in her mind, and soon the comforting sound of her raven-steel dagger unsheathing was heard. The noise of rustling foliage suddenly stopped, and a soft gasp was heard. "Someone who's out to get me wouldn't be surprised I had a weapon, and it's definitely not an animal, who is this?" Alys took her time standing up, making sure the gleam of her knife was visible. "Show yourself."
Seconds went by, but eventually a little girl came out of the brush, followed by a little boy. "Please, we usually go exploring, we didn't mean no harm in it." Said the girl, hands nervously rubbing together. She was a few inches taller than the boy, but even then she didn't look much older than the boy. Her dress wasn't spectacular, but she didn't appear to be poor, and her coat was heavy enough that she wouldn't catch cold. It appeared to be exactly what she needed, and it looked brand-new. Her brown hair was tied by an expensive piece of fabric into a ponytail, and the rest of her hair reached just past her chin. The fabric had been tied into a big bow, and it was blowing gently in the wind. The boy had a similar looking coat, and his trousers looked damp at the knees while his coat had flakes on the front. From what Alys could tell, the boy must have fallen in the snow rather recently. His blonde hair was decently long, especially his bangs on his right, and a shiny metal clip barely kept the bangs from his eyes. When Alys stared at it, the boy bit his lip, the cold air hiding his blush as he tried to hide behind the girl.
Alys sheathed her dagger. "I'm not going to hurt you, I thought you might have been a wild animal or a bandit."
The boy chuckled while the girl stammered, "W-well I'm not a bandit! What are you even doing out here?"
"I could say the same thing to you." Alys countered, and the girl kicked the snow.
"I was just going with my friend Sem to pick up something from a neighbor..."
Alys couldn't help smiling. "That's a little less believable than what you first told me, hm? I doubt your mamma would let the two of you wander this late at night."
"Please don't tell our parents!" The rather quiet Sem spoke up, and the girl turned on her heels.
"Sem! I thought I told you to be quiet! You even gave us away to her in the first place!"
Sem looked to his feet. "Sorry, Lelliet..."
Lelliet huffed before turning back to Alys. "Sem's rather shy, but I know how to make him do what I want." She glanced at Sem, who covered the metal clip with his right hand.
The two looked like good friends, but she had a hunch that Lelliet took advantage of Sem's shy behavior. "So, what do your families do?"
"My parents are tailors, they both work on clothing to sell to our town. Sem over here has a blacksmith family, and I had them make that hairpin for m- ... I mean, they made that hairpin so he wouldn't have to get as many haircuts." Lelliet stumbled through the last bit of the sentence, but she still looked rather confident in what she was saying. Sem, on the other hand, had retreated behind Lelliet once again.
Alys knelt down beside the boy, taken in by his coy behavior. "My family... well, father and I... are blacksmiths, we work raven-steel."
Sem took a few cautious paces forward, his eyes sparkling in wonder. "Really? Papa told me that takes forever to work."
She chuckled. "It does, my dagger was crafted by my father, and he's the best smith out there." She stopped talking, her thoughts going back to her predicament. "It's the only thing my father gave me, and I guess it's the only thing I have left that knows my name..."
Sem tugged on her sleeve, and she looked down at the kid. "Uhm... I... I could help remember your name, too!"
Alys grinned. "It's a heavy burden, you sure you're ready to hear it?"
Sem nodded slowly. "If Lelliet can help, I'll try my best!"
Alys nodded. "Well, I guess I'll tell you. It's Alys, Alys Tevinus."
Lelliet stepped forward. "Tevinus? Like, THE Tevinus?"
Alys tilted her head. She hadn't expected anyone to know of her family name. "What do you know about them?"
Lelliet scratched her face with her index finger. "Not much, I just remember hearing things about Tejjun Tevinus wiping out an entire garrison with his magic, but I never remember him knowing how to hold a hammer. I know he did leave the kingdom to help his wife right after, though. It was so romantic..."
"Um, Alys? You don't look very well..." Sem pointed out. Alys' face was as pale as the snow that covered the ground, and she shook her head as she sat down.
"I-I'm f-fine..." She denied, although her shaking voice seemed as fragile as glass.
"You're not." Lelliet said. "Why not stop by at my house? My mother might not punish us if we bring you in anyways." Alys was silent. Normally she'd think twice about it, but with this new information, she couldn't think straight. She nodded slowly as the girl brought her to her feet. "Sem, you bring the horse along, I'll help Alys."
"Alright, Lelly." Sem did as Lelliet told him, and soon they had Alys walking with the two straight to a village which was right past where she had set up camp. |
When I came back to this site this was the story I was most excited to write. The only problem was limited amount of free time and my tendency to get lazy with stories. My solution was to seek out a co-author and luckily I found one in Linkx (If I was smart enough that would have been a link to his profile). In fact this chapter is his own contribution. I can't tell you how often this story will be updated but I do have lots in store for it. My own contribution will come soon.
At a quarter to midnight a young blond stepped out from a dingy bar into the hazy night air of a seedier area of Gotham city. She looked a bit young but nothing a fake id and her lengthy toned legs couldn’t grant her access to. Turning her head to the night sky she glanced at the crescent moon before hopping off the steps of the bar heading home. The dimly lit streets seemed to stretch on forever and while her tight skirt excelled at showing off her figure it did little to help with the brisk night air.
She walked at a moderate pace her eyes on alert as if she was searching for something. The girl paused looking down a dark alley when an icy voice made her shudder. “Oi, princess what’re you lookin at, huh?” one of the thugs inhabiting the alleyway asked as a trio of unsavory characters exited the shadows surrounding the lonesome girl.
“I… well nothing…” she stammered out as the three men surrounded her.
“Tony look at this she thinks she’s a tough girl.” One of the thugs said through a thick accent as he grabbed the collar of her jacket rubbing the leather between his fingers. The other two gave a nasally laugh. “We’ll see how tough she is when she’s bent over all fours for the boss. Didn’t anyone teach you this part of town’s dangerous?”
The girl’s nervous expression blanked before turning into a wolfish grin. “Yes, yes in fact it is quite dangerous.” Before any of the three could react she delivered a bone crushing haymaker straight at the thug in front. Her grin intensified feeling the satisfying crunch of bone under her fist. The man let out an anguished cry of surprise as his jaw shattered and he was knocked off his feet crashing to the ground. His accomplices just stared in shock as the fearful girl transformed into a very real threat for the hoodlums. She turned swiftly and before they could react sent the second thug flying back with a swift kick to the chest and a stinging hook caused the last standing man to stumble back until he caught himself on the wall.
The muscled thug pulled out a knife releasing the blade with a “shlick” and charged at her. While she focused on her attacker Tony fumbled out his cellphone rapidly punching in a phone number. “Boss…“ he groaned, his voice distorted by the agony talking with a fractured jaw brought. “Sh…she’s here!” Her ears perked as she heard the crippled assailant mumbling on the phone. “I’ll make you pay for that!” The criminal growled brandishing the knife slashing at her. She grinned catching his hand at the bottom of his slash after sidestepping the clumsy assault. She squeezed with some of her super human strength and the knife clattered to the ground before she jammed his wrist towards him pinning it painfully against his chest. With him painfully incapacitated she slugged him in the head and the man crumpled to the ground never having stood a chance.
The third man had scrambled to his feet and seeing how swiftly his companion had been dealt with. Deciding rather than risk being put down like the other two her turned tail scurrying through the alley frantically looking over his shoulder making sure she wasn’t chasing him. Clumsily clattering into overturned trashcans he was quickly gone and the mysterious girl turned her attention to the groaning thug whom the others had called Tony earlier.
“So, Tony was it?” she asked with a wolfish grin staring down at him. He just responded with a glare reaching into his jacket. As fast as he tried to pull the gun on her she was faster. A swift kick sent the firearm flying far out of his reach and elicited a howl of pain from the thug. “You bitch you fucking bitch!” he cursed alternating between holding his jaw and holding his now damaged hand. Her expression hardened somewhat and she was done playing with them. “You’re going to tell me where the girls are and what you’ve been doing with them!” She demanded fervently.
He just laughed wincing in pain before spitting blood off to the side. “Why the fuck would I tell you that?” he responded rather flippantly.
“Because, if you’re lucky I won’t break anything else on you tonight.” She replied coldly as she unzipped her leather jacket revealing a skin tight blue top emblazoned with a large stylized S over the chest.
“S…supergirl… shit I mean I’ll talk just don’t fucking throw me into the sun or something ok?” he muttered quickly changing his attitude. Suddenly it all made sense; the strength, agility and the fact that she kicked the ass of three men twice her size without breaking a sweat.
“Ok Ok… the docks. Warehouse 41.”
“Go on.” She barked angrily. “What are you doing with the girls you’re abducting!” she asked him a second question already having a feeling she knew what the organization was doing and the thought made her sick to her stomach. He confirmed her suspicions when he next opened his mouth.
“Shit, I don’t fuckin know. I think they’re sellin em or some shit. I’m just a scout I just find pretty girls like you for them honest. I got nothing to do with whatever it is they’re doing!” he confessed trying to distance himself from the organization at the same time. She let out an exasperated growl as she just grabbed the injured man by the ankle dragging him along the ground. Grabbing the foot of the unconscious man she dragged them both to the side walk. Disgusted by the sleazy man’s cowardice she ripped a street sign out of the ground with a flex of her powerful kryptonian muscles. Bending the thin steel she wrapped the metal post of the sign around the pair before dusting off her hands. “Next time maybe you’ll think twice about your actions.” She said in a disapproving tone before cracking the other man over the head with her fist causing him to slump; unconscious like his friend. She looked around zipping up her jacket aware of a rather strong urge to pee. It wasn’t uncommon for her to hold it for far longer than normal sometimes even verging on much too long. Her super strength gave her an advantage when it came to holding her pee however the few beers she had in the bar along with the days consumption of water was starting to be an issue. She considered squatting in the alley and relieving herself on the ground but ended up deciding against it counting on her powerful muscles to hold it. “No time… gotta get to that warehouse.” She muttered before leaping into the air flying towards the shipping district.
She had only been in Gotham a little over a week but as soon as the girl had arrived she’d gone to work. Of course the young woman was really in Gotham to attend the prestigious Gotham University as the studious Kara Kent. There wasn’t anything stopping her from tying to make it a better place on the side while she was here. She flew low not wanting to go any higher than she had to as the night was already cold enough. “It’s already one in the morning…” she groaned looking at the time. She really hadn’t meant to be out this late especially with orientation in the morning but she’d lost track of time at the bar and now had a promising lead on the scum she had been investigating since she’d arrived. “Okay, I’ll wrap this up. Leave them for the cops and then be back by two.” She groaned at the thought “then have to be up by seven for the orientation.”
Shortly after she left the scene of the altercation she arrived at the docks. She counted up the corroded warehouse id numbers as she flew through the docks. “Thirty-seven… thirty-eight… thirty-nine…” she yawned aloud skipping forty. “Forty-one. Gotcha slime balls.” She floated down to the ground landed effortlessly as she transitioned into a silent run. Focusing on the wall she blinked for a moment before gazing intently trying to see beyond with her x-ray vision. She could make out rough shapes but the detail just wouldn’t come. She frowned taking a step back as she looked at the aged peeling paint on the outside of the warehouse. “Must be lead based…” Kara grumbled as she crept around the outside of the building looking for a way in.
The blond stopped in front of a door looking around. So far the overwhelming silence of the dockyard had not been a good sign. She had at least expected some lights on but the place seemed dead. “Maybe he was lying…” she said quietly with a frown. Meanwhile her bladder sent another nagging urge and she allowed herself to cross her legs taking deep breaths until the need somewhat subsided. Annoyed by her rather pressing need she dealt a powerful kick knocking the door clean off its hinges sending it clear across the room clattering to the ground with a cacophony of metallic noises.
Darting into the warehouse she once again tried her x-ray vision. What she saw made her gulp nervously; men with guns, lots of guns presumably waiting for her. With a resounding click of the breaker engaging the warehouse was flooded with light and all sorts of unsavory characters emerged holding a wide array of weapons. “Shit…” she muttered as she leapt behind a shipping container with the hail of automatic gun fire echoing out. How many were there? Ten, maybe fifteen guys all with the goal of eliminating the pesky intruder. She stood with her back pressed firmly against the container. Quickly she pulled out her cell phone dialing the police. She couldn’t hear what the operator was saying over the gunfire but she shouted the warehouse number into the mouth piece hoping they could hear her over the hail of bullets. One of the braver men turned the corner hoping to catch her off guard but she was faster. Hurling her phone at the man’s head he staggered back dazed. In the split second he staggered back she was already at him following up with a straight punch to the abdomen. He doubled over and she grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and hurled him into the wall. The surge of adrenaline was doing her bladder no favors as all the excitement seemed to only increase her desperation. She picked up her phone frowning at the prominent crack the screen now wore.
Slipping the phone into her pocket she went to work dispatching the armed thugs. Utilizing her speed and strength the lithe woman slipped between corridors of shipping items and machinery ambushing the unsuspecting men clobbering them one at a time until a relative peace emerged over the warehouse. Muffled cries of help dimly echoed from a corner of the industrial building and after giving a cursory check of the area with her x-ray vision she leapt above the clutter on the ground floor and flew over to what looked like an assortment of makeshift cages. A fair number of attractive women were imprisoned all bound and gagged. She went to each cage ripping off the chain padlock in disgust. “You’re safe now. The police will be here soon.” She commented the vague sound of police sirens slowly growing in the distance. She wrinkled her nose at the acrid smell of urine doing her best to ignore the puddles of urine a few of the women were standing in undoubtedly frightened by the sudden warzone that had broken out. She knew if the battle had gone any longer she might end up in their position.
As she got to the last cage a plucky red head looked at her in admiration as she busted off the lock. The look suddenly turned to fear as she tried to communicate. All that came from behind the prisoner’s gag was an undiscernible “mmmmph mmm! Mmmmh!” Supergirl figured out the warning a moment too late as she turned around seeing a large pistol leveled at her from a goon she somehow missed. “Say goodnight princess!” he pulled the trigger firing a shot at her. She cried out in pain as the bullet blasted her in the shoulder. Her skin was impervious to such small arms fire but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt like hell getting shot at close range like that. In the brief moment that pain exploded from her shoulder her overly full bladder suddenly let out a jet of liquid that saturated her underwear instantly. Fortunately it was absorbed mostly by the fabric but two rivulets of liquid dribbled down her right leg. Without giving him time to react she lunged at him dodging a second and third shot before delivering a knock out upper cut. The blow landed with such force the man was knocked clear off the ground as he tumbled back knocked clean unconscious.
She panted keenly aware of a damp clingy feeling between her legs. Blushing she massaged her shoulder where the bullet had struck her. “Shit… that’s going to bruise.” She muttered turning back to the prisoners. “The cops will be here in a moment, I really need to get going.” She announced trying to keep the desperation out of her voice as she leapt into the air bracing herself as she flew through a window into the chilly Gotham night. “Already one forty.” She said with a groan as she flew towards the Gotham University dorm rooms. Under her she could see the flashing red and blue lights of the police cruisers starting to swarm the scene. Her flight was interrupted by another wave of pressure that caused a dribble to redampen her panties. With a wide eyed yelp she jammed one hand between her legs holding herself as she flew.
She flew as best she could without losing it. Normally she would have landed around the corner and walked back into the dorms but she was absolutely bursting and didn’t want to risk flooding herself while walking through the dorm room corridors. Getting to her window she yanked it open barely keeping her strength in check and climbed in. “Fuck…” she cursed between gritted teeth as she had to stop and cross her legs tightly before making a sprint to the restroom. With the toilet finally in sight she yanked up her skirt planting her rear down not even bothering to pull down her underwear as she let loose a powerful stream. The only thing louder than the audible hiss was her moan of relief. “I really have to stop waiting so long…” she commented blushing at the fact that she was peeing through her panties. When she was finally finished she stood up and gingerly took down her drenched underwear holding them up with a sigh. “These definitely need to be washed…” she muttered examining the pale yellow discoloration they now showed.
Rinsing them off in the sink she eventually tossed them into her laundry hamper before collapsing in bed exhausted. She stared bleary eyed over at the empty bed wondering what her roommate would be like. Quickly she fell into a deep slumber brought on by her night’s work of crime fighting. |
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