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Sorry for the extra day delay, I was busy playing Monster hunter 4 ultimate, I'm not gonna lie to you guys.
Ok, So next up is the tomb of the giants and It's that time again. I want you guys voting on the next boss we take next. The choices are; Seath the scaleless, The with of Izeleth or The four kings.
Voting start from this chapter to my next update so most likely a week.
Either way, time for the next chapter.
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Chapter 12: The tomb of the Giants.
Natasa heard the grinding of bone and saw nothing but darkness. She had fallen a short way into the dark caves and was currently being carried by something, most likely skeletal. She soon found out. The hulking mass of bones carried her through the darkness and into a lighter area, eventually passing through an area full of what seemed to be copies of Pinwheel. This area lead to a small fog wall that the skeleton put her down in front of. She knew her first challenge was beyond the door.
The long trek through the darkness had left Natasa thirsty and she had drank from her estus flask many times. Only a few drops remained. She entered, feeling her bladder ache. Inside the fog wall Natasa was met with two faces, one in iron and covered in the glow of the sun, the other with a light red radiating off him. Both greeted her, the interactions being noticeable more friendly than when all three of them were in the depths. "We've been here awhile. They know one of us is going to end their lord's life." Zav still spoke with the calmness of when they first met. Solaire stood there, gesturing to the hole and chuckled. "I believe we are being challenged. It is believed that the bearers of the the three lord souls have either lost their mind or have been corrupted by the chaos. That is to say, two of them have, Nito still remains sane and ready to fight!" Solaire spoke with the excitement of a child given a present. "You forget the fourth soul collected by the furtive pygmy, the dark soul that all humanity has a shard of."
Zav walked off the edge and landed in the chamber below, followed by Solaire, shrugging and muttering about cheering up. Natasa gave herself a squeeze and dropped down after them, accepting that she'd wet herself in this battle, she'd started to notice that pattern halfway through the Iron golem fight and had long since accepted it.
The trio advanced on a large coffin, in front of which stood Nito, the countless skeletons that made up his form clicking as they watched them approach. Zav was the first to strike. He thrust his greatsword into the skeletons, the bone shattering as the steel pierced the shroud of darkness around them. Solaire threw great lighting spears into the mass, the effected skeletons dropping to the ground. The followers of Nito stood there, watching silently, their bones still. Natasa clambered up Nito's sword, the being almost immobile and brought her dagger down into the skull of the central skeleton. Natasa was suddenly enveloped in light.
Natasa stood there, shocked by the sudden change. She stood above Nito's still form, a single skeleton that was no bigger than a normal human's. Nito suddenly sat up, shocking Natasa and causing her to lose control. Clambering up the blade and bringing her own down upon Nito had been surprisingly exhausting and she didn't care arymore, she just wanted it to end and to focus on more important details, like the fact the lord of death was stood before her.
Nito, now stood upright, laughing for the first time in centuries. He'd never expected the one to finish him would have wet herself like a mere child after she killed him. "So..." He said, his voice that of an old man. "I believe you have many questions. I believe I have many answers. Let us begin: This is my true form. I was the first of the dead, but not the only one to die before the founding of the lord souls, thus, I controlled all of the bones you and your allied have felled. I also believe that you want to know about my lord soul? I am gifting it to you after all."
Natasa realised now that she had been allowed to kill Nito, he'd simply left his form to die in order to make her task easier. "I am, as you know, the lord of death. I command it, but I do not control it. That was the work of my necromancers, until one of them took his duties too far. I believe you are also wondering why I am still sane despite the fact that my fellow lords have become fools. It is because of our souls, the one of death and the one of darkness. Their souls are fading, just as the flame and the light are fading, the death and darkness are growing, that is why I have retained my sanity."
Nito went on to explain the war between the lords and the dragons and how the gods had been nothing but fools. "Now, the only strong souls left is dark. I will not mourn my allies, I finished with that long ago. May your struggles be light and the rays of the sun be what guide you, until they fade that is." Nito suddenly started to crumble.
Natasa woke up in the spot that Nito had been, Solaire and Zav standing over her looking worried. "Way to finish off a lord, although I believe he may have been going easy on us. Also, you may want to change, you wet yourself as Nito crumbled and you just went limp for about five minutes there." Natasa didn't even blush, both had seen her in this state before in worse conditions. She stood up, dusted herself off and looked around, the skeletons now bowed, frozen in time.
All three rested at the bonfire and soon went their separate ways. Natasa reappeared at Firelink, her next target clear in her mind. She set off, hoping that Zav and Solaire would be safe until they met again.
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Ok, another chapter down and another boss felled. Before I get asked, YES, the whole "talking to the boss after they die thing" is inspired by assassin's creed, it's going to be a recurring theme from now on. Ok, voting starts NOW! GO, VOTE! DO IT! THE STORY DEPENDS ON YOU!!!! XD
See you all next chapter. |
Ok, blah blah blah random talk no one listens to, on with the story, sorry for any fans of Dark souls who don't like the retelling of the DLC.
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Chapter 17: Kalameet
They stood there. The shock had seemingly sent a shock wave through the arena and everyone was practically frozen. Once everyone recovered from the shock Artorias began to get briefed by Orestien. Natasa took several swigs from her estus flask, the warm liquid healing her instantly. Ciaran had walked over to her. "I see you have a vial of estus. May I have some? My wounds sting from that last battle." Natasa handed Ciaran the flask. "Careful, take too much and your bladder fills instantly." Ciaran simply laughed her statement off as a joke and took several large swigs herself.
Natasa went off to explore the arena as she saw it had an upper level. She soon came to a locked door. She could probably have found the key for it, but she just stabbed at the lock with her dagger until the door swung open as if it had never been locked in the first place. Natasa climbed up a ladder and was greeted by a hulking mass. "Ahh, I see you've met Gough."
Artorias had followed Natasa up the tower and stood at the top of the ladder behind her. The hulking mass raised it's head. "Ahh, Artorias. I believed you had been corrupted by the abyss' influence." Artorias shook his head. "Not yet, although my soul feels heavier. On lighter news, this is Natasa, Orestien just filled me in on what has been happening. I believe Manus is yet again gaining power."
Gough shook his masked head. "Ahh, troubling. Anyway, I am Hawkeye Gough of the knights of Qwyn. I do believe we have more to worry about though at the moment so please forgive me for the lack of pleasantry." Gough wordlessly stood and blindly grasped for his bow, soon finding it and aiming it skyward. "The black dragon Kalameet, last of his kind."
After a one in a million shot by Gough (Seriously, through the wing, levels of badassness off the charts) and trekking through the forest again, Natasa, Artorias and the rest of their party had turned up at another fog door. Orestien lead the way. Once all of them had reached the centre of a large clearing the beast appeared. Kalameet was smaller than most dragons but towered over even Orestien who unleashed the first attack. The lightning spears damaged the dragon's hide but left no lasting damage, the dragon was a strong one.
Artorias trew himself forward, his greatsword crashing down on the dragon's head. A dark orange orb of light coming from the dragon's forehead suddenly shone and Artorias was lifted off the ground the flung into the cliff face. Natasa and Ciaran stayed back and Orestien and Artorias distracted Kalameet. Natasa noticed Ciaran's posture was slightly less balanced than before. Natasa had been in that position all too often. "I warned you."
Ciaran simply huffed and started towards Kalameet, her daggers slicing through the dragon's scales with some difficulty. The dragon simply clawed at her a few times and levitated her. Artorias immediately slashed at the dragon to force it to drop her, Natasa climbing onto it's back to damage it more. Natasa stabbed at the dragon's back and managed to cut it's undamaged wing off. She then climbed up to it's head and stabbed down into the orb. It threw her off in rage and agony.
The dragon thrashed and screeched, each movement being mirrored by Ciaran and her bladder being battered with each passing second. She was eventually thrown into a cliff face, her back hitting the rock with a crack. Artorias suddenly dashed at Kalameet and cleaved the black dragon in half, his greatsword dripping in both dragon blood and the power from the abyss. He then rushed over to Ciaran to check on her.
Natasa and Orestien walked over to the pair as Artorias checked the smaller knightess. "She'll recover with some estus. Her shoulder is basically reduced to powder however, she'll need to rest at a bonfire. Apart from that, she is unwounded from her collision." Ciaran slowly stood up, her head remaining down. "My pride however has been damaged beyond repair."
Orestien and Natasa soon noticed the moisture and dampness of Ciaran's robes. "If it makes it any better I know how you feel. That's happened to me countless times on this quest." Ciaran's head raised slightly and she began to make her way back to the arena. The others followed.
Once they returned Artorias went to talk to Ciaran, Orestien held Natasa back. "The reason this has effected Ciaran so much is because she has feeling for Artorias, this has clearly embarrassed her to no end. Let him go and talk to her, I know what he'll say anyway, he would never think less of her." Indeed they both soon came back and looked towards the ruined and crumbling township of Oolacile. "I talked to Gough, he'll shoot arrows down on any enemies he can." Artorias explained. They all nodded and set off for the Abyss. |
So since my other two fanfics were successful I thought I'd do something I've seen in other places but not much here. So enjoy if you will.
Plot: Michelle (From my first story Pet For A Day) wakes up one day to find a surprise after a drunken night of insulting a guy wakes up to find she's one herself. Now she must go throughout the day dealing with her new parts of life including the idea of peeing standing up and trying not to sleep with her friend Amy who has fallen in love with her alter ego.
Michelle woke up feeling very hammered. Last night was something for sure. She had gone out with Amy and the last thing she remembered was drunkenly telling off a guy who was trying to ask her out. Though she wanted a boyfriend she wasn't in the state of mind to deal with some guy hitting on her no matter what the guy was like. Trying to snuggle back into her bed Michelle was held back from sleeping by the need to pee. Giving up she woke up groaning noticing it was gruffer then usual but she chocked it up to being tired.
Walking towards the bathroom she turned to the toilet when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and gasped in terror. She was a guy. She walked towards the mirror and touched her face. She had a decent beard a good faceline and trimly cut hair. She then remembered she went to bed with no shirt on and noticed she now had abs very good abs.
"What the hell is going on?" Michelle said with a surprise as she noticed her voice was deep and kind of sexy. She would date her if she wasn't her. Distracted from herself she squirmed as she sighed and decided to pee first and then question this more. She pulled down her pants and sat down with an oomph sound as she noticed her penis bulging towards the top as she tried to push it down.
"Go down" Michelle angrily said. God this was difficult. Sighing she knew she had to do it she was going to have to stand up. She got up and positioned herself in front of the toilet this felt weird as she lifted up the toilet seat. Sighing and relaxing she finally let go as the toilet flowed down but noticed some of it was ending up on the seat as she quickly grabbed hold of it and pointed it towards the inside of the bowl as it continued down. Finally finishing she shook off any remaining pee and then pulled up her pants and flushed the toilet.
"Well that was something" Michelle said as she left the bathroom pondering what was happening. Though difficult at first it felt easy getting used to it. She did always feel jealous of guys who could pee standing up and wished she could do that but it didn't mean she wanted to be one. Deciding to accept the situation and hoping this was all some over long dream she went to her wardrobe and got dressed.
Luckily she was a tomboy and had clothes that people considered "boys clothes" which some people felt was a turn off for them but she didn't care about that shit. With that being said she just wanted to be her again. After being dressed she suddenly got a text from Amy. Shit what was she going to say? Deciding to open up the text she saw she wanted to meet her at the bar they were at the other night. On the one hand she hesitated because she couldn't explain this to her friend but on the other hand she might find some answers there. Deciding to bite the bullet she headed out the door of her house and got into her car and drove away.
Finally arriving Michelle got out of the car. She didn't like moving because though she didn't need to pee right now the penis was still big and causing discomfort in her movement. Walking inside she looked around at the bar as some girls looked at her interested as she ignored them. It felt odd being suddenly hit on because she was more hotter then before for a guy anyway. Suddenly she spied Amy at the bar who looked at her clearly interested which made Michelle feel uncomfortable. She wasn't meant to be this and now her best friend looked interested in her? Being cautious she walked towards the bar and ordered a drink as Amy tried to strike up a conversation.
"So do you come in here often?" Amy asked.
"Uh no. So why are you here?" Michelle nervously said.
"Well I was waiting for a friend but she doesn't seem to be showing. But that doesn't mean I'm not open to other people's company." Amy said touching my muscles.
"Well I'm sure your friend should be here soon so it's best you wait." Michelle tried to brush her off she hated doing so though because Amy the poor girl was throwing herself to anyone in an attempt to gain true love.
"Yeah maybe. But Michelle often is kind of a recluse. The poor girl hasn't found a guy since high school and she threw away a perfectly good guy last night just because she was drunk and assumed too much. But she's pretty crazy though but its why I love her as a friend. One time she followed me around as my pet for a day. She peed next to a fire hydrant" Amy laughed taking a drink
"Really?" Michelle chuckled pretending to surprise. Maybe this wasn't so bad seeing her friend from a different light. After hours of conversation the two finished their drinks.
"You know that was fun... Michael" Amy said trying to remember his name. She was starting to like this guy. He was kind, gentle, understanding, smart, good looking and just all around a good guy which was all she was looking for. Maybe this guy had a friend for Michelle.
"Hey do you want to come back to my place?" Amy asked.
Though she liked her time being with Amy this was not what Michelle wanted. However with that being said she thought about the offer. Nobody was saying she had to have sex with Amy. What the hell new body new experiences.
"Yeah sure I'd like that" Michelle said with optimism.
Amy was happy. Finally a chance to be with a guy who's not going to run out on her at first. She headed off out the door as Michelle stopped for a second.
"I'll be out in a sec I just gotta pee first." Michelle said walking towards the men's room. Man all that liquor hit her hard. Walking in she noticed three urinals and a cubicle as one guy finished at the urinal and walked by her as one guy was still standing at one. Thankful for the cubicle she walked towards it when she walked into the door and noticed it was out of order.
"Fuck" Michelle whispered. Looking over at the urinal she realised was going to have to stand there. The problem was that other guy was there and she was pee shy. That was why when she was Amy's dog she had to leave her alone while she peed. As the need to pee continued to hit she sighed and walked towards the urinal and pulled her pants down slightly pulling out her penis and tried to pee.
"Come on" Michelle whispered. God damn this switch.
"You okay there dude?" a guy asked
"Yeah I'm fine" Michelle said as it felt weird talking to a guy who was peeing. Was this something they did often? Trying to distract herself she looked over at the guy and noticed his penis. She then decided to try something.
"Nice penis" Michelle said in an attempt to make him leave. It worked the guy looked her and finished up leaving. Now alone Michelle relaxed and let go her pee flowing into the urinal as she shouted loudly in relief. Finally finished she put her penis back into her pants as she pulled up the part of her pants that was down as she left satisfied at having peed in a urinal which again admittedly she wanted to do she just didn't want to be around people. She left the bathroom noticing the people who looked at her questionably as they must of heard her shouting.
Arriving outside the bar door Amy was waiting for her smiling. She looked oddly cute in a way. Shaking off the feeling she walked towards her car as Amy followed her explaining she had gotten the bus in as Amy directed her towards the house as they drove as Michelle had to pretend she didn't now where it was.
Finally the two arrived and walked into the house as Amy headed into the kitchen leaving Michelle alone. So far so good its almost like normal expect the being a guy part. Amy returned with drinks in hand as they sat in living the room talking. Both relayed their previous love experiences to each other both learning things in different ways about each other that they didn't know before.
Michelle started to be sympathetic towards her friend who she kind of always threw under the bus for acting like this now she understood why. Underneath it all she had a lot of love to give that she had to come up with herself as her parents died a few years ago. She just felt that guys didn't want the nice girl. Now she realised they did and it was the girl who was her best friend unbeknownst to her.
Michelle herself realised she wanted a guy but she always undermined them because after losing her one good boyfriend to a bad girl she assumed no guy wanted a nice girl but her friend was one and wanted her. But she wasn't a guy so was this real feelings or just feelings brought on by the sex change? She always did feel jealous of Amy's good looks and admitted a few times she was cute. She didn't know what to think.
"Amy I..." Michelle tried to leave but Amy interrupted her.
"Hold that that thought I'll be back" Amy said with a hint of deviousness in her voice that Michelle found a tad confusing but also kind of a turn on. Returning a minute later Michelle almost had to keep her jaw from dropping to the floor as Michelle looked at her best friend who was almost dressed to beauty perfection as she was dressed in all black with a black dress, bra, panties and a dark long coat she pulled it open revealing said pieces of clothing.
"Michael... I want to know what love feels like. Can you give it to me?" Amy said seductively.
Michelle was trying not to sweat. Her best friend was asking her to sleep with her and in a tone she wasn't used too as Amy suddenly got down on the couch next to her as she suddenly kissed Michelle. Wow. Definitely not what she expected but it oddly felt comfortable and right. Giving in Michelle returned the kiss as she put her friend down and began to make love to her. Never would she imagine this was going to happen but it felt right and the kind of love she wanted as Amy felt the same feeling as the two experienced the best night of their lives.
The next day Michelle woke up on the couch noticing the sleeping Amy. She was so cute asleep. She yawned as she suddenly noticed it was more feminine. As she opened up her pants and noticed no penis.
"Holy shit I'm me again." Michelle whispered. This was great she was back to normal. But what was she going to do about Amy? She loved this night and felt bad leaving her like this and she did too.
Moving in closer Michelle kissed her friend on the forehead.
"I love you" Michelle said
"I know." Amy said in her sleep as she turned around
Michelle wrote up a fake goodbye note as she walked out the door and got into her car now finding a new found love and respect for her friend. Someday she'd tell her the whole story because she deserved to know they both deserved to know. That they were friends forever and loved each other now and till the end.
THE END |
(AN: Heyyyy look at me writing something other than Black Widow fanfic. :P This is for the lovely Harley Quinn. She asked for more Tony Stark wetting himself and I am ALL FOR more avengers omo. :D Mild swear warning. Here we gooo!)
This wasn't supposed to happen! Granted it's happened to Steve before, but he's too shy to mention it, and he usually takes off the half top of his uniform to cover it up. Natasha and Clint have had it happen to them too, but one look at either of them and you know if you say anything it will mean your painful death. Hell, it happens to Bruce almost every time he transforms from Hulk back to Bruce (Size difference is what he said, with a blush that made you feel kind of bad for ever mentioning it). And Thor? Well.... when has he EVER been normal?
But he was TONY FUCKING STARK! This sort of shit just DOESN'T happen to him, flying robotic suit of armor or not! And as soon as he de-suited everyone was gonna see, and then it was all downhill from there. But we're getting ahead of ourselves. Let's go back to earlier that day....
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He'd been in the lab with Bruce, trying to figure out a better way to take off when he wanted to fly. This had resulted in half-way suiting up (Bruce had insisted). Tony was about to ask for a break when the call to assemble came out. Stupid robots attacking in some small New Jersey town, Doctor Doom and Loki suspected... The usual for a Thursday. He sighed, going to put the rest of his armor on while Bruce went to grab an extra pair of pants. That was literally the only way the man could prepare for a battle. Tony felt kind of guilty about that and made a mental note to try and make some stretchy pants for the two of them (Bruce and Hulk), but then his bladder gently made itself known.
He didn't expect this to take long, and besides, they were needed. So, in typical Stark fashion, he studiously ignored it and met the team upstairs. He'd follow the quinn jet, scout ahead, and give them a heads up. Same routine as always. Only once they approached the state line, they were met with a swarm of Doombots, and once Tony tried to hit them, his own repulsor beam hit a force field and shot it back at him. Tony winced as his abdomen and bladder were rocked, but again, bigger problems than his bladder.
"They're protected by a force field!" He warned the team. "We're gonna have to find what's protecting them and shut it down."
"Can we approach?" Natasha asked.
"Cautiously," Steve said from the ground. Thor humphed and took off to find his brother. Tony kept score from the sky, dividing the search with Thor. He grit his teeth as his suit pressed into his abdomen as he flew, which certainly wasn't helping. "STARK!"
"What Steve?" He asked, being pulled out of his trance.
"Thor said he has visual on Loki and needs back-up. We'll be there as soon as we can," Steve explained. Tony took off in the direction JARVIS routed him to, praying this wouldn't take long. When he landed, he saw Thor tied and gagged, Mjolnir on the ground in front of Doctor Doom and Loki. Apparently they needed it for their plot or something, because they were both trying to lift it, neither one succeeding. Even with a bandana over his mouth, Tony could still see Thor chuckling.
"Hey Reindeer! Might want to put your back into it," Tony mocked, lifting up his faceplate.
Dr. Doom growled but Loki silenced him with a hand to the chest. "Let me handle this darling," He purred. Tony cringed. He didn't care, but seeing Loki go soft was.... unsettling. "What problem have you with us, metal man?"
"Oh ya know, you kind of tied your big brother up for one," Tony said, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "And then we could talk about the freaky robots no one can destroy-" He tried to tense his thighs, failing, "And then you and your boyfriend here are kind of enemies of the state, so, ya know. Just think about that." Loki growled and he and Doom managed to pin him to the wall with a bit of magic.
"Listen you fool," Loki said, his silk voice turned deadly. "I am a God. I can do whatever the hell I want, whenever I want it. If I choose to marry Victor, it will fucking happen. If I want my brother to worship me, he better fucking kneel. And if I want you to piss yourself...." Loki let those words sink in, a maniacal grin settling on to his face. Tony paled. "Yes, I was aware of your predicament the moment you flew up. Victor, dear, would you mind?"
Doom, knowing full well how the suit worked, began to bang into the abdomen. Tony winced. Whatever they had done to the suit was leaving him stuck against the wall, and with no way to escape.
JARVIS!" Tony shouted.
"Sir, I'm afraid our systems have been compromised. We are stuck to the wall," The AI reported. "I can summon Captain-"
Thor took that moment to rip apart his binds, picking Mjolnir up from his place and swinging at Doom, successfully managing to get him off of Tony. "Stark, return to the others. I will handle them," Thor said calmly, as he swung at his brother. Loki dodged him gracefully, throwing a charm at Tony. The man came unglued from the wall, but his body was forced to release it's hot, golden liquid. Tony tried, however futilely, to stop it, but the charm Loki had placed was stronger than his mortal form. He whimpered, feeling it soak into his clothes, flood out into the suit, leaving him standing in two different puddles of piss. At least he had thought to waterproof it, but still.....
The next thing he knew, Loki and Doom were both tied up in the binds that Thor was once in, Loki's screaming mouth bound this time. Thor approached Stark, who had his faceplate down now to hide the shame he was sure was all over his face. "Are you alright Stark?" He asked gently.
Tony nodded shyly. "Let's just go," he said, choosing to wak, however awkwardly, back to the others. Thor knew something was amiss, and as SHIELD approached to finish up with Loki and Doom, he followed Tony, fearing he was hurt.
"Stark, are you quite certain you're-"
"I said I'm fine Thor!" Tony snapped, feeling guilty, but he was trying to think how to hide this. Thor frowned.
"I am merely worried you are injured," Thor said. "Do not be rude. What hurts?"
"Just my pride," Tony mumbled, though he knew full well Thor could hear what he had said. Thor's eyes widened as he realized what must have happened.
"It is alright Stark, it has happened to all of us on more than one occasion," He said kindly. "It is one of many prices to pay in a battle. Loki and I can both attest to it."
"But the others..." He groaned, not wanting them to know.
"How many times has it happened to them?" Thor said. "You underestimate us, Stark. You might be surprised by..."
"Tony!" Steve called, rushing up to him. "What happened?! All of a sudden the force fields went down and we heard the banging from the east and then SHIELD showed up!"
"Nothing, all in a day's work. let's go home," Tony said quickly, his pants and shoes beginning to feel gross.
Natasha quirked an eyebrow. "They want us back at HQ for debriefing," She said. "Might I suggest Iron Man doesn't make an appearance? Fury really doesn't like him."
Tony felt as if he were two again. He stared at his shoes, not making any motion to really do anything. flying off would get his piss all over the suit (and him), taking off the suit would reveal his predicament, and.... and then he saw poor Bruce, passed out on a stretcher, a sopping wet blanket over him, and he sighed. If Bruce could deal, maybe he could too? He sighed.
"Tony, it's okay. Whatever happened, we can deal," Steve said gently, his gut telling him he probably knew what had happened.
Tony cringed, following the others on to the jet, nervously going towards the back to de-suit, at least to his calves. Well, it was nice being a super hero while it lasted. God he'd fucked up. He kept his head down as he finally walked back to the others, his stupid wet clothes clinging to his legs and beginning to itch.
Clint whispered something to Natasha and snickered, causing her to elbow him in the ribs. "Oww! Tasha!" He whined.
"You'd be wise to keep your mouth shut, unless you feel like telling everyone what happened in Budapest," She growled. Everyone looked at her curiously, even the half-awake Bruce, who had moved to rub Tony's shoulder.
Tony flinched, but finally said, "What DID happen in Budapest, Clint?" He asked curiously.
"Thanks Tasha," He muttered. "We were stranded in a warehouse, Natasha had a broken wrist and I had a lot more wrong with my leg and Coulson was still two hours out. And I had had a LOT of water, thanks to this one." He pointed to Natasha.
"You had exerted a lot in the battle and you couldn't afford to get dehydrated with your injuries," She said logically. "It was the only thing I could think TO do."
Steve smirked. "That was one thing they DIDN'T teach us in basic training," He said humorously. "Seriously Tony, don't feel bad. It happens."
Bruce nodded beside him, and somehow that was enough to make him feel a little less humiliated. He'd just have to remember to take care of THAT from now on.
FIN
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Yes I am aware I suck at endings. Always have. :P I do hope you like it! I have like, all but one request started and they are in varying stages of doneness. This one just sort of hit me and I literally could not stop once I started. :3 |
(I would have come up with a better title, but it's late at night and I'm too tired to think of a good one)
Lately, I've been drawing art and writing some fiction containing furry characters of mine. Since I haven't posted anything in a while, I decided to share an Omo story I've recently been working on. It's about two of my characters, Kade and Blake, and basically how they met.
Just to describe these two characters a little, Blake is a husky with dark grey and white markings, and Kade is a wolf with dark brown, light brown, and white markings. She also has strawberry blonde hair.
In the future, I will most likely post art I made of these two characters, as well as several other characters I have.
Enjoy. :3
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The school bell rang to signal the end of second period. Kade gathered her things and proceeded out of the classroom and on her way upstairs to third period math. They were having a test that day, and she still needed to get her calculator from her locker. In addition, she also had that familiar feeling; she had to use the bathroom. Hopefully, if she was quick enough, she could visit her locker, use the bathroom, and then head to class.
When she arrived at her locker, she grabbed her calculator, plus a water bottle to keep herself hydrated during the test. Then she noticed that there wasn't very many students left in the hall, and she sensed that the bell was about to ring. This was going to be her first test at her new school, and she really didn't want to be tardy. After shutting her locker, Kade quickly made her way down the hall and arrived at the classroom just as the bell was heard. Slightly embarrassed, she sat down in the same seat she had been sitting in since two weeks ago, which was when school started.
Everyone took the next few minutes to do some last-minute studying before the test. Well, everyone except Kade. She waited impatiently for Mr. Carlson, the teacher, to walk in so she could ask for permission to use the bathroom. However, he didn't walk in until about five minutes later.
"Is everyone ready for the test?" Mr. Carlson asked as he walked into the classroom.
Almost everyone replied with a yes.
"Let's get right to it, then," he said, getting a pile of papers from his desk and handing them out to the class.
Maybe I can wait until after class is over, Kade thought as she picked up her pencil in her paw and got started on the test. At least until after I finish.
She took a sip from her water bottle every now and then, attempting to focus on the test, do the math right, and answer the questions correctly. However, after another fifteen minutes, she felt the need growing. After turning a few more pages of the test, she realized it might take longer than she thought to complete it; there were at least four whole pages. She stood up and walked to the teacher's desk.
"May I please use the bathroom?" she requested politely.
"Are you finished with the test?" Mr. Carlson asked.
"No..."
"Finish the test first."
Sighing, Kade walked back to her seat, and tried to focus. The need was so distracting, though! She felt the need growing every second, and she knew it would be impossible for her to finish the test in time to make it to the bathroom; at least not without skimming through it. Subtly putting one paw in her crotch, she used her free paw to fill in the blanks, trying to make sure she put the correct answers.
A few seats over, Blake was also trying to focus on the test, but he was distracted by the pretty girl sitting not too far away. Being an Omo fetishist, he was turned on by her squirming. She'd seen the girl every day, but never figured out her name. He remembered seeing her on the first day of school; it was love at first sight for him. He'd had a crush on her since, and seeing her desperation made him excited. He definitely knew she was desperate when she got up and asked the teacher for permission to leave class and use the bathroom, but was denied.
At last; Kade was finished with the test! She was pretty sure most of the answers were incorrect, but she didn't really care. The bathroom was pretty much all she needed at the time. Besides, she'd get a chance to retake it next week, if she wanted to. She stood up and gave her copy of the test to Mr. Carlson. He gave her permission to leave class, and she quickly headed for the door and hurried down the hall. Seeing as the hall was pretty much empty, she was holding her crotch as soon as she had closed the door and kept her paw there the entire way. When she reached the end of the hall where the bathrooms were, she bolted straight to the door of the ladies' room. She tried turning the handle, but to her horror, the door was locked.
"No..." she whined, collapsing onto her knees as she felt herself losing control of her bladder. She would have gone downstairs to the second floor bathrooms, but it was too late for that. She was already starting to flood her jeans.
Blake finished the test and handed it to Mr. Carlson at the teacher's desk. Feeling the need to pee as well, he asked if he could use the bathroom.
"Make it quick," Mr. Carlson replied.
Blake left the room and made his way down the hall. When he got close to the bathrooms, he could hear sobbing. Concerned, he went to investigate. His urge to use the bathroom wasn't all that bad, and he could easily way another twenty minutes. He looked down and saw the girl he liked, crying into her arms, sitting in a puddle of what he knew was pee.
"Hey...are you okay?" He asked, sitting on his knees in front of her.
Kade sniffled before answering. "Yeah...I'm fine...just wet."
"If you want, I can walk you to the nurse. She can give you a change of pants to wear." Blake reached out his paw, offering to help her up.
"Thanks," Kade took his paw in hers and stood up, feeling a bit of wetness dripping down her legs.
As they headed down the hall, Blake remembered that they'd barely ever talked much, and he still hadn't even figured out her name. He decided to take this opportunity to get to know her. "I'm Blake, by the way."
"My name's Kade," she replied.
"That's a beautiful name," Blake remarked, hoping he sounded smooth. He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of a pretty girl.
Kade giggled a little. "Thanks, yours is pretty hot too."
Blake smiled. "I think we should talk a little more often than we have these past couple weeks. You know, get to know each other a little better."
"That would be nice."
When they arrived at the nurse's office, they realized they were still holding paws. Blushing, Kade brought hers back.
"I'll see you around," Blake said as he started to turn away and head back to class.
Kade smiled in response, and walked into the nurse's office to get a change of pants.
As Blake headed back to the classroom, he realized he still had some business to take care of. He knew the bathrooms on the middle floor were always unlocked, so he headed there and finally relieved himself in front of a urinal. When he was finished, he started imagining himself back in that classroom, when Kade was squirming with desperation. He felt himself getting turned on again, so he jerked off real quick. After the sweet release of orgasm, he went back upstairs and returned to class, feeling somewhat satisfied by the recent events of that day. |
- English ain`t my mothers tounge, so i excuse myself for the bad spelling and terrible grammar.
Last summer the regional women football team had played a great season. They had the big chance to soar up to the semi-professional football division. Maybe it`s not champions League and they only had up to 80 visitors at there games, but still it was a big deal. If they could win against there local rivals, who were also contender to get into the next Divion. So it was some kind of a final, when both teams met at the last Matchday. Laura was striker, the star of the team and had played a great season, scoring 22 goals. She was just 19 years old, a cute redhead with a well shaped body and a stunning smile. Everybody loved her, not only because she could score a goal from nearly every position, she also had a lot of charisma. She was small, only 1,62m height, but fast and agile like a weasel. Because of that - and her red hair- she was called "the weasel".
It was a really hot day, when they had there last Match, nearly 40°C. There was no cloud at the sky and the hot air was dry and heavy. It was an away game and they had to play at the opponets court. For that, they were dressed in light blue football jersey. As usual, Laura was number 22, her lucky number and was set from the beginning. During the first 45 minutes, lauras team was aggressiv, they head for the opponents box nearly every minute. Laura had 12 shots at the goal, but the goalkeeper was always at guard. During half time Laura drank two bottles of water, the heat was nearly unbearable. When the second half started, Lauras team was hit off guard. Marlene, the team captain, lost the ball at midfield and the opponent team scored an easy goal. Only one easy pass towards the defense and the tables had turned. The opponents striker shipped the ball easily into the net.
During the complete second half, Lauras team tried to fight them back into the game, but the opponents defence was to strong. Every time they tried to score, there was no way trough. With a score of 0:1 , they would stay at there current division, a great season, but no efforts at last. It was nearly hopeless, not only the opponent was in lead, they also had there whole fans at there side, sheering and shouting against Laura and there team. When the regular 90 Minutes had passed, the situation seemd decided. The referee was about to end the game, when Marlene played a genius pass towards the defensive Lines and served Laura the ball. Laura was standing perfectly and was about to score the 1:1, when a defender knocked her off her feet. The referee blew the whistle and pulled out the red card. A penalty only seconds before the final whistle! A 1:1 would be enogh to keep the better comparison.
The visitors were shouting and howling. Laura was chosen to kick the penalty. She never felt that nervous. Her heart was pounting in her chest and she could nearly breathe. Her knees felt like pudding, when she tried to focus on the final shot. She watched the opponents Goalkeeper, a tall blonde girl of her age, with an resolute look at her face. Nobody would blame the keeper, if she would score the goal, but if a striker misses, it would be tragic. Laura focused on the long right corner, trying to keep her mind clear. She ignored her pounting heart, her shaking knees and all the howling an shouting around her. But then she realised that the group of girls behind the goal, pointing at her and laughing. Before Laura could realised what was going on, the blonde goalkeeper was laughing too and pointing at her shorts with her finger. " She`s peeing! She`s peeing her pants! Look! uhh, gross!", the girl shouted. Then Laura felt the warm wettness between her legs, running down her tights and football socks, forming a puddle between her shoes. It wasn`t sweat, she was so nervous, she was peeing her pants in front of nearly a houndred witnesses. Her short sport tights, she wore under her shorts, were soaking wet within seconds and a dark blue stain formed visible on her light blue soccer shorts. She tried to regain control, but started do panic, when the referee whistled for the penalty, Laura was to perplexed to keep her mind on the ball. When she was running at the ball, she felt the wetness down her tights,shorts and socs, so she couldn`t concentrate. Her shot was weak and placed badly, sp the goalkeeper fished it easily off the air. The referee blew the whistle. The game was over. Not only her team didn`t reach the next division, not only she had missed the penalty - Laura had peed her shorts in front of everybody. She sank down to her knees, cowering her face with her hands and cried. While she was down on her knees, she could feel the embrassing wetness and hear the laughter. While the opponet team was celebrating, Lauras team was leaving the field with lowered heads. It felt like an eternity, till Marlene came towards her, to comfort her, lift her up and escord her towards the gloating opponents into the dressing room. It was the darkest day in lauras whole sport careere. Her teammates looked at her in disbelief but exept for Marlene, no one said a word. After the shower, Marlene brought her home directly. no party, no nothing. A really terrible day for the weasel.. |
Memory is strange. What we hold on to. What we let go of. The little things. The unbound, the flotsam. So long as they are unbound... anyway.
You remember the 29th of November 2012. You remember what you ate for breakfast. You remember what you wore. You remember what you did.
You don’t remember any of those things about the 27th or 28th of November. But you remember all of them, in detail, for the 29th of November 2012. Because all those tiny, unimportant memories are, in this case, bound.
You remember you woke up with your alarm but stayed in bed to doze for a while. Maybe you stayed up late the night before. Reading domestic noir or watching TV, perhaps. You don’t remember that, those details belong to November the 28th and are lost forever.
You dozed for so long, half dreams forgotten within minutes, that you had to rush your morning routine. Instant coffee, strong and hot. Bowl of Special K in front of your computer in a dressing gown. Needed to pee but but got dressed quickly first. Pink undies, you remember that with special vividity. Green and white pleated Basque dress. Needed to pee but you decided to put the kettle back on for second cup of coffee first. What were you doing last night that you needed so much coffee? You got distracted by something. Sculled the coffee while it was still hot and raced out the door.
In the car you remembered that you forgot to pee. You tossed-up running back inside but decided you were already running late and could wait until you got to work. You were stuck behind a pink Toyota Yaris for thirty minutes in a traffic jam on Williams. Some truck tipped over and made thousands of people late for work.
Sitting there, behind that Yaris, you regretted not peeing before you got dressed, or before making that second mug of coffee, or not popping back inside. You tried to distract yourself, listened to the radio, thought about something else.
But you really, really had to pee. You started to worry that if the traffic didn’t start to move soon you might wet yourself. You told yourself that wouldn’t happen. Thought about all the times you never wet your pants, no matter how desperate you got, how you always managed to hang on and make it to a toilet.
The practice HSC english exam in year 12 when you didn’t even care what mark you got so long as you didn’t pee in front of your classmates when Mrs Peats refused to let you go. The boat trip to Stone Island in Uni when you very nearly gave up and just let it happen but stubbornly refused to lose control and actually made it to shore despite your certainty that you wouldn’t.
You told yourself that this traffic jam was just like that. That it might have hurt, it did hurt, but that you could always just grit your teeth and hang on a little longer. You always had before.
You put a hand between your legs, pushed up hard against yourself. It helped a little.
You pulled into the car park. The building was maybe fifty meters away. Then ten more across the lobby. Through the ladies room door. Into a stall. You considered just letting go here, on the car seat, it was too far, and you were too desperate. Because what if you didn’t make it? You could have just relaxed, felt better, gone home and changed. There was no need to risk a dash through the building. But you had never wet your pants in your life, not since you were a little girl, you were going to make it and remember this moment later, at some future desperate moment, to inspire you to hold on that time as well.
So you got out of the car gingerly, carefully. Your bladder was a bowling ball. You had never, ever, needed to pee this badly. Surely no one had. You walked across the car park, casually, not hurrying, because you couldn’t. You didn’t dare blink, every movement was calculated to keep pressure off your bladder. You could feel yourself growing almost numb with urgency.
You pushed open the big glass front door to the lobby. And you remember this moment with special focus. The native flower display on Karen’s desk, Waratahs and Grevilleas. The display stand to your left, empty, waiting to be restocked. The row of clocks up on the wall, different times for different clients, melting away. And you leaked. Hot, and wet, and absolutely, entirely, shocking.
You clenched every muscle you possessed. Prayed to every God you didn’t believe in. It stopped. You didn’t really believe this could happen. Not to you. Should you turn around? Run back to your car, trailing urine?
You didn’t. You still thought you could make it. You walked across the lobby, straight to the bathroom, smiled good morning to Karen, heels clicking on the marble, pee running down your thighs.
You didn’t look down, you didn’t look back. Your pride and urine were running out of you steadily as you pushed open the ladies’ room door. It was getting on your dress, it was in your shoes. The relief was absolutely incredible, unspeakable, amazing. You peeled down sopping undies and tights and sat down on the toilet. There was no point. You had finished on the bathroom floor.
You considered throwing your underwear in the garbage, but didn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to walk back into the lobby without undies on. So you winced and pulled them back up, clammy already. You didn’t cry. Not then. You were too stunned for that. You had never wet yourself.
There wasn’t anything else to do. You walked out of the bathroom and back through the lobby. Looking straight ahead. Meeting no one’s eye. Maybe no one was looking at you. Maybe everyone was. Your pee soaked dress flapped against the back of your knees.
You drove home, crying by then. Showered. Changed. Went back to work. No one said anything. Not even Karen. Maybe no one knew? Maybe everyone does? But no one ever said anything.
You have never worn pink undies again. You have never worn the green and white pleated Basque dress, it hangs, a reminder, in your closet. You have never eaten Special K again, it tasted wrong the next day.
And you remember absolutely everything about the 28th of November 2012. |
White. It's all I see as I wake up this morning. I'm blasted in the eyes by this piercing ray of light. It bursts through the crack in my curtains and slams its way into my pupils. I cringe as it blinds me. Rolling to the side of the bed and putting my socks on, I find myself still unsure of my decsion. Unsure...but still willing to go through with it.
I immediatly get dressed into my clothing from the previous night, after which I stumble down the stairs. I lean against the wall to balance myself. I skip breakfast and head outside. The sun is glaring through a small crack in the clouds and my surrounding area has an odd blue tint. Its from this point that I slip my shoes on and begin walking.
Just Your Average Relationship
Part 1
And suddenly we're back in the summer of 2011. The sun glares down onto the campus and as it's tradition for the British, we all moan about the weather. I was sitting outside, leaning against a wall, when a buddy of mine, Simon, slumped down beside me.
“Fuck man, it's hot” He cried out exasperated
“That it is.” I said without even looking up from my book.
“Like, this is the UK. It's supposed to be rain 24/7. Hell even when its supposed to be snowing its raining.”
“I guess so.”
I knew what he was doing. Start the conversation off nicely and then...
“So my friend Jessica is asking about you.” He mumbled as he slipped a phone on top of my book. It was open to Jessica's facebook profile. She was pretty but...
“Still not interested.”
“Oh come on, man! Its the end of Uni, for fucks sake. Sleep with someone!” He yelled into my ear. He grabbed both his phone and my book in one fellow swoop. “I don't know if you've got incredibly high standards, like you'll only get it on with a chick if she's Scarlett Johannson, or you're embarrassed about your dick size”
Simon, as you could guess, had this weird obsession with getting me laid. I feel like I started off as just a pet project to him but we'd morphed into hetero life partners. Ofcourse I couldn't tell him why I really hadn't gotten laid in Uni.
I stood up and put my arm around Simon. “Ho-kay friendo. Look, if I have sex before I leave college can you quit with it?”
“Yes. You'll thank me when you realise it was because of me you lost your V-Card”
“Wait...I'm not a virgin.”
“...I was lied to” Simon screamed, his eyes bulging wide.
“You were. Lost it back in secondary school.” I replied with a nonchalant shrug. “Wait, do I really give off that virgin air?”
“Sorry...but yeah. Total Michael Cera vibe”
“Oh fuck you. We'll do this on one condition anyway.” I slapped him on the back of his stupid ass head “ You don't try hook me up with any of your friends. Let me do this.”
“Alright....come to the fifth end of year party then, Mr Bond.” He smugly said with a Sean Connery impression.
To best describe this house, I'd have to say it was...a brewery. Right from entrance the smell of Jack Daniel's Tennessee whisky graced my nostrils and the sound of drunken guy attempting wrestling moves in the back garden set up that oh so wonderful atmosphere. I already knew this party would be a blast. Me and Simon entered the house, bringing 3 bottles of vodka in tow. See, that’s the beauty of BYOB parties. Everyone always brings too much. We were greeted by the same Jessica from the facebook profile. She gave Simon a hug and looked me up and down with a very coy grin.
“Don't even think about it.” Simon quickly said as he gripped her shoulders.
“What? Is she planning to roofie me or some shit?” Some laughter was quickly followed by Jessica leading us into the kitchen. Me and Simon immediately scoped out all the ladies there. All gorgeous.
As much as I'd like to give, of me going around and talking to each of these women, I'll have to be honest and say. I don't remember it. I'm a big fan of Jack Daniel's Tennessee Whisky. What I do remember is a few hours later.
I stepped out into the cool street, summer nights are the best. It's warm enough to just, relax outside . The perfect chance for some alone time. At least that was my plan until I realised I had company. Sat on the wall with a cigarette in between her fingers was this amazingly beautiful girl. A full 10 out of 10. And what she was wearing, my god, what she was wearing. She wore this black dress which perfectly clung to her. It hugged her hips and chest, giving me a preview of what lie beneath. As soon as I saw her, my eyes were hooked.
“You want one?”
“Huh?” Her voice was a lot higher pitched than I expected. It was absolutely adorable.
“A cigarette. You've been staring at it.” She responded, giving me a slight grin.
“That's not what I've been staring at. God damn, you're fuckin' beautiful.” I burst out laughing at the end of this. What can I say? The Jack Daniel's Tennessee Whisky was in me.
“Oh! And a very subtle flirt too.” She giggled. Oh god the cuteness was gonna kill me.
“Hey! I'm a little bit drunk...mind if I take a seat?”
“Go ahead.” She spoke as she patted the spot next to her on the wall. I took a seat and we immediately hit off. We began to walk and talk after an hour. The vast number of topics covered in that time before she spoke those words were immediately forgotten. As soon as she said those words.
“Oh god. I really got go to the bathroom.” Tensed thighs. Hands lodged into her crotch.
My pants suddenly became tighter.
“You wanna go back?” I asked with mock concern.
“No we're almost at my place. I can hold it...unless yours is nearer?” She grinned. I could see the desperation on her face yet it didn't seem to bother her. “Actually...I think I might go right now.”
“There's no bathroom around here though. You gonna just squat down or?” I was excited. I couldn't help myself but ask.
“No...I'm gonna hold it. I'm a big girl.” She continued walking down the path. We kept passing student house after student house, with each one her desperation increasing. She stopped more, leaning on the wall to reassure herself. The conversation was dying down with both of us become distracted by her situation. After 10 minutes of these she suddenly froze. I watched closely, hoping what I think was happening was actually happening. She pushed hard onto her crotch before turning right and taking us through a park.
“This a short cut?” I said, keeping my eyes on her behind. She struggled through the path leading through the park.
“No” She suddenly diverted from the path and started walking over to some trees. “I-I don't think I'm gonna make it.”
She suddenly tripped. She fell forward for a second before steadying herself. That second however, cost her dearly. I could see her face grow red as a small amount of liquid ran down her left leg.
“Shit...I just pissed a little.” She cried out to me. “My underwear's already ruined...”
She continued facing the other direction and squatted. She managed to move her skirt out of the way before she let loose. All that alcohol consumed, all that Jack Daniel's Tennessee Whisky that had been drunk all came rushing out. Her blue panties became covered by a dark patch which then sprung a leak, sprinkling urine all over the grass. She sighed with relief as she finally got to release her flow. She finished up and the stream slowed to a drip. She stood up, skirt still around her waist and turned around to face me. The wet patch on her cyan panties was also on the front, albeit to a lesser extent. I couldn't take my eyes off it. She strode over to me, pushing her skirt down as she did and put her hand on the front of my pants.
“This is the opposite of what I expected” She spoke with a wide grin on her face, her cheeks still red from embarrassment. After the whole ordeal we sat on a bench in the park as she recovered. She seemed to have a million questions.
“So it turns you on?” She asked, leaning on me.
“Yeah...” I replied awkwardly. What the hell is going on? I thought.
“Is it peeing in general or is it just through pants?”
“Just through pants”
“That's weird...interesting though. I used to have a boyfriend who get really turned on when I start saying stuff in French.”
“You're French?”
“No, I just know a few sentences. No dirty talk, he just though it was. I was really just ordering breakfast.” Our laughter echoed throughout the park. This isn't as awkward as I had been expecting. “So how did you find out you we're into this?”
“You really wanna know?” I asked, attempting to raise my eyebrow like The Rock. I apparently failed because she giggled again.
“You tell me and I'll tell you about how I wet myself the other day” She whispered into my ear. I could her grin in her voice.
And with that my pants stood to attention again.
“Deal. I was in my secondary school math class and our teacher...she was hot to say the least. Like oh my god. I was like 12 so I naturally was thinking I'd get with her some day.-”
“Did you?”
“I did not. So one day she comes into the lesson late and right off the bat that's weird. She's one of these teachers who demanded punctuality. Like...she'd power bomb you through a table if you were late. She comes in and immediately gives us a task. No lead up just throws it out there. Then she spends the rest of the lesson in silence. The class starts to be consumed by speculation. While they were guessing things from break ups to pregnancy, one thought stuck in my mind 'Does she have to pee'. It just over took my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about it and couldn't took my eyes off her legs, which were barely visible under her desk. You could see her feet and ankles that was it, but I could see her legs were crossed. We're nearing the end of the lesson and she's sweating. She's pushed to the limit and the lesson is about to end when she suddenly whispers 'Bollocks'. I can hear the sound of water dripping and then I glance down to her feet. There was a puddle building up right beneath her. Oh my god, she was peeing herself! She managed to get away with it, the rest of the class didn't notice and then she knocked her coffee onto herself. The class laughs and the bells goes and they leave. I, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about it.”
We silent in silence for a second. Me with a raging erection in my pants and her with a silly grin on her face.
“That was actually a good story.” She said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you.”
“Guess I should tell you mine then?”
“That was the deal...What is your name? I didn't actually ask?”
“It's Robin. Wha-
“NaNaNaNaNaNaNaNaNaNaNaNaNaNaNaNaNaNaNa Batman!”
Our laughter again echoed through the empty park.
“Hmmm...If I tell you” She placed her hand, tenderly on my penis “Is this gonna get any bigger?”
“Well...there's only one way to find out.”
“I was at another party. And oh my god was I drunk. I just kept drinking Jack Danials Tennessee Whisky and coke. It was such a good night, just me and a bunch of girls. Eventually the party starts to die down and I decide to share a bed with another girl. So me and her are laying in bed together and she drops off first. I slowly begin to fade to sleep when I remember. Oh I should use the bathroom. I don't get up in time and I'm asleep. The next morning and I slowly come to. 'Hey...it's kinda cold....oh no' I reach down to my butt and feel...holy shit! I pissed the bed! I move the covers up and look down there to find a huge spot. Not kidding, taking up half the bed. I go into panic mode and start thinking of a way to fix it. Then I notice there's two wet patches. I look to the other girl and see she's also pissed the bed!”
“This is sounding like heaven”
“Shush you. And idea comes to mind. It's a horrible one but it's gotta be done. I move closer to the girl, into the space where there's no pee. Apparently I'd filled up again because I managed to start wetting again, filling out the wet patch and creating one big ass ocean. I sneak out of bed and out through the front door. I only live a couple of doors down so I get away scott free.”
“Wow...you're evil.” She starts caressing the top of my pants. Oh god no. Please let her get further than this before I-
“Oh but you seem to like it.” She unzips my pants and moves down there.
That was my first night with Robin. |
(Thanks for the response guys, I am glad that you like it. Here is another part I just got done with. It is a bit longer but still has no desperation. I just need to build things up before I get to the main part. The next chapter will surely have more desperation to it. P.S – I was thinking about adding a bedwetting scene into the story. I just wanted to know which character would you like to read about wetting the bed– Sakura, Hinata, Ino or Tenten? Same question goes for free pee as well. Any suggestions or requests?)
Ino, Hinata and Tenten nodded in agreement. It was better to wait than to act hastily and invite new trouble for themselves. But each girl by now was feeling a rather uncomfortable need to urinate and they were more or less desperate to get out .
Nevertheless ,they patiently waited for the enemy to show his face. Ino, Hinata and Tenten sat at different spots in the room while Sakura paced up and down near the door.
After what seemed like an hour ,they heard the sound of someone’s footsteps from the other side of the door.
“Someone is coming!” Ino whispered.
“I know! ” Sakura replied. All four girls took their stance near the door, ready to pounce at the enemy when he came in.
After becoming louder with each passing moment the sound of the footsteps abruptly stopped. The tray slot at the bottom of the door opened and four plates of food slid in.
The girls were shocked and confused to see that their kidnapper was offering them a meal but none of them were really bothered about it, all they wanted was to just get out of there.
“Hey you! Why are you keeping us here?!” Sakura asked, bending forward a little towards the still open tray slot.
“Because I need to…” came a man’s voice, his tone as if he was happy about keeping them in there.
“Well,what do you want from us?” Ino inquired.
“Umm...nothing from you really. You are just the pawns I’m using to get what I want,” he said in a soothing yet devilish voice.
“ What do you want to get you idiot? Let us outta here or else…!” Sakura grumbled.
“Haha! There is nothing much you can do while you are trapped in there. I can monitor your every move with the cameras installed in the room,” the man said.
Tenten’s cheeks went red on hearing this. She had been thinking of stripping down her pants to pee in the room itself if the situation got too bad, but now that plan was not even worth thinking about. She now had to think of a new way to help herself hold it if they were going to be kept here for too long.
“Well can you at least let us go to the bathroom?” Ino asked pleadingly.
“I’m afraid I can’t risk that, you’d have to stay in there until the time is right,” the guy said before he closed the tray slot.
“Hey wait! Don’t leave us here like this!” Tenten yelled, walking quickly towards the door.
The girls heard the sound of his retrieving footsteps and their hearts sank in disappointment.
“Ino, do you really need to go?” Sakura asked, trying to know if her friend was alright.
“No, it’s not that urgent but I really had a lot to drink,” Ino replied, her hands on her hips.
“Err...a-and so did I, what are we going to do?” Hinata asked in her usual low , sweet voice.
“I guess, we’ll just have to hold it until we figure a way to get out,” Sakura said. The other three girls visibly frowned at this. Who knew how long it would take to get out of there ? Although one thing was for sure , with their bladders filling up at such a steady rate, all four of them were in for a really desperate time.
Tired after a long day , the girls gorged down on the food the man had brought for them. Although it wasn’t very tasty ,everyone ate to the last bit.
Soon after, they all sat in a circle and tried to discuss a plan about how to get out of this mess.
“I am really gonna need to use the bathroom soon, how do you think we’ll get out of here?” Tenten asked.
“I seriously don’t know,” Sakura said, looking at the floor, “I think we’ll just have to wait until someone at the village notices our absence and comes to rescue us..”
“But that could be days from now!” Ino said aloud, feeling overwhelmed.
“I know…” Sakura said.
“B-But h-how are we supposed to hold it until then?” Hinata said, seriously worried about the condition of her bladder.
“I don’t know, but we can’t give up so easily,” Sakura said, “We cannot relieve ourselves in here because of the cameras, we’ll just have to hold it until we get out of here , no matter how long it takes.”
“But that’s insane!” Tenten said, “You need a camel’s bladder to last that long!”
“I know it is going to be difficult but let’s just look at it as an opportunity to test ourselves,” Sakura said.
Although Sakura was trying her best to motivate her comrades , she herself was not sure if she would be able to hold it for very long. Her need to go had been increasing steadily all this while and she was sure the same would be happening with the rest of the girls too.
Every ninja goes through the basic training on how to suppress their bodily needs to perform better during missions and also in dangerous situations where their life is under threat but here, the girls were looking at a prolonged hold that may last for days. None of them were ready for it but they had no choice.
Hinata sat with her arms around her knees, worried about her need to pee. She was a very shy girl and being forced to go without the toilets for this long was truly mortifying for her. Normally she would never mention about her need to go to her team mates or her family members and on several occasions had to wait so long that she leaked in her panties.
Tenten too had been desperate to pee many a times while on missions but every time she managed to hold it until she got to a toilet. It was only last summer that she came dangerously close to having an accident when she was on a mission with Neji and Lee. She had made a mad dash to the loos when they stopped at a small curry shop to have lunch. But unfortunately she couldn’t stop a big leak from escaping and it made a fairly noticeable wet spot on the crotch of her pants before she got to the toilet . Lee did question her about the wet stain on her crotch when she came back but she dismissed it, saying it was just a spill from the washbasin.
Sakura and Ino had been desperate too but never to the point of leaking in their panties. Every time their luck would help them find a toilet before the situation got out of control but this time it looked like they were in for the worst.
All four girls sat quietly next to each other as the flame from the torch on the wall flickered a bit violently. The cold floor wasn’t helping in their condition and each one was beginning to fidget a little as their discomfort grew. Their bladders were really beginning to swell up with all the fluids they had been drinking throughout the day and their minds were getting more and more clouded with their need to pee.
“But who do you think is doing this?” Ino asked, breaking the river of silence.
“I don’t know, but whoever it is, he is certainly a very adept opponent. I couldn’t even sense his presence in the woods until it was too late,” Sakura said, “… and the way he used those needles to put us all down so quickly tells how dangerous he can be. For one thing, the needles could have been poisoned too and in that case , we never would’ve woken up.”
The rest of the three girls gulped down the lumps that had formed in their throats on hearing this. They now had an idea of the enemy’s strength but were still unaware of what he wanted from them.
Suddenly ,Sakura gasped as she felt a strong spasm from her bladder, reminding her that it needed to be emptied.
This was a rather strong jolt which made her worried. She stood up from her place and walked towards the before, “Hello! Can you hear me?” she called out to their kidnapper .
“What are you doing?” Ino asked.
“Can’t you see? I’m trying to talk to him,” Sakura said turning to her friend and then back at the door, “Hello! Can you please let us out of here? We all really need to go to the bathroom!” she yelled, “And where are we going to sleep? The floor is so cold…”
She kept shouting but all her pleas went unheard and disappointment began to creep inside her mind.
“Let it be Sakura, he won’t listen to us,” Tenten said as the hope within her started to die.
Sakura tried to call out to the unknown man a few more times before she eventually gave up and came back to sit in the circle. Her bladder was really beginning to ache and she was sure she was going to go crazy because of her elevating need to pee.
She would have peed hours ago if there had been no cameras in the room but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. There was no way she was going to strip her clothes to relieve herself for some creepy unknown guy to watch. All she could do was wait, wait until her bladder exploded. Or if she was lucky enough ,someone would come to rescue them before that happened.
As they all sat there thinking about their filling bladders , grayish clouds of smoke suddenly started to enter the room from the small holes in the four corners.
“What’s that?” Ino asked, feeling alarmed on seeing the smoke rapidly fill the room.
“I don’t know !” Sakura said as she began to cough due to the effects to the smoke.
Hinata tried to cover her face with her hands but it couldn’t save from inhaling the gas. She began to feel dizzy again and within a few seconds lost her consciousness and fell down to the ground.
“Hinata passed out!” Tenten yelled, before she herself started to feel the effects of the gas . Soon she fainted too and so did Ino and Sakura.
***
On waking up the girls found themselves in a different room. This one was smaller than the one before but was well lit and had four cozy, fluffy beds and it also had a tap for drinking water.
“How did we get here?” Tenten asked she got up from the ground , holding her aching head.
“Maybe he shifted us here when we passed out…” Ino guessed, trying to open the door even though she knew it was pointless.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Sakura said, looking around the room, “…but the question is...why did he do so?” |
Welcome to one of my most intensive adventures into omorashi to date.
I've exhausted myself enough in writing this first chapter, so I'll just explain the concept. This is the pilot chapter in what I hope will become a multi-chapter, multi-interest novella; the subject is, of course, omorashi, but the setting is something I personally have not yet seen in fiction:
The West Wing of the White House.
Some important things to note: other than references to actual places and locations within Washington, D.C. and the White House, absolutely no characters in the story are based on real people. The history in the story is even skewed slightly to avoid even the slightest similarity to actual entities.
The main character is a 22-year-old girl named Alisha Collins, and the plot begins on her first day under a new Presidential administration set in the future.
If the response is positive, I will release new chapters as they are finished (I won't keep you waiting too long!). Hopefully this will kick me into gear to finally finish something I started.
The chapter is long, and as it will be a long story the details are bountiful to begin. Bear with me if you can for the first installment, it will get juicier as we move ahead.
Without further ado, The Omorashi President.
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Chapter 1– Inauguration Day
Monday, January 20th, 2020
8:07 A.M.
Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington D.C.
The air was uncommonly cold for a winter afternoon in the nation’s capital. Snow caked the ground like a delicately placed quilt, with some areas maintaining an untouched, flawless surface, while others were criss-crossed with the innumerable lines created by Washington pedestrians. The streets were all but abandoned by motorists, leaving ample opportunity for plow crews to clear as many streets as possible despite the relentless snowfall. The result was a peculiar environment for the district, one that deeply contrasted the usual hustle and bustle of the federal triangle.
Silence.
Sure, the atmosphere was occasionally sliced by the delighted screams of Washington school students enjoying their snow day or by a family of tourists hell-bent on taking in the sights despite the ongoing blizzard. Taxi cabs blared their horns at jaywalkers who honestly couldn’t have found the crosswalk if they tried. But overall, the flakes of white that danced down from the heavens mesmerized the entire city. It was simply one of those days when, having thrown aside the office work and curled up on a velvety soft sofa in comfortable pajamas, one could relax beside a roaring fire, sip a mug of hot chocolate and let the pressures and demands of life melt away into another day.
Alisha Collins was abruptly taken out of her daydream by the sudden wet frigidness of having stepped into a puddle of slush along the roadside. After regaining her senses, she silently cursed a number of different things – particularly her own stupidity – and awkwardly moved out of the puddle toward an enclosed bus stop down the road. Her right foot, now freezing cold, squished between her pantyhose and heel with each new step.
What an absolutely marvelous way to begin the most important day of my life, she grumbled to herself. The ceaseless wind had changed directions again, this time blowing the clouds of snow directly into her face and slowing her progress even further. Making her way through Lafayette Park, she clutched her briefcase closer to her chest, partially to shield herself from the frigid temperatures. The massive trees around the park drooped low with the weight of their frozen branches, occasionally breaking free and launching upwards to send more snow cascading over the pathways. Trudging into the enclosed stop, she was grateful for the momentary relief and sat down on the bench to dry out her shoe.
Barely anyone was out and about in this part of the city. A hot summer’s day would normally see throngs of people from every corner of the globe relaxing by the nation’s most spectacular sights, but even the most diehard traveler knew a January nor’easter such as this was nowhere near worth their time and energy. This left Alisha the opportunity to collect herself for a few moments in peace; she opened her briefcase and pulled out the form she had reread nearly a dozen times just this morning.
White House Internship Program
All newly hired interns should report to
the Northwest gate of the White House
facing Pennsylvania Avenue no later than
8:30 A.M. on Monday, January 20th.
Glancing up, she was just able to make out the silhouette of the famous building across the street. The massive white complex was shrouded by a dense white haze, which did absolutely nothing to calm her nerves. How many times had she spent admiring and secretly coveting the chance to work in that office for the President of the United States? It was nothing short of her dream job, especially so being fresh out of her undergraduate studies in Washington. The lengthy application process, the months of intensive background checks, the agonizing wait for confirmation or denial to reach her… it all paid off in the end with her acceptance to the West Wing Scholars Program, a highly exclusive internship opportunity for recent graduates. Not only that, but she would be starting fresh with a new administration – all the more opportunity to head up the power ladder. With pride in her heart and coffee powering her brain, she had made a point in ensuring her first day on the job would reflect her gratefulness and commitment to assist the Presidency. Nothing could possibly slow her down.
Except, of course, the largest inaugural snowstorm the country had ever seen.
The Constitution demanded that the newly elected President be sworn in on a specific date by a specific time; it made no exceptions for the thousands who ultimately could not watch the festivities as they normally would from the National Mall, and the incoming President couldn’t risk his health by staying outside for the lengthy ceremony. And so it was decided that the Constitutional obligation would be fulfilled with a private ceremony at the White House, and the public version would be repeated once the snowstorm subsided. This also meant that the new White House staffers, Alisha included, would begin work the same day as the new President.
Glancing at her watch, she noticed the time to be 8:20 already, so she quickly took out a pocket mirror from her purse to make sure she looked presentable. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders despite the ferocious storm, and the false eyelashes complemented her deep, blue eyes marvelously. She wondered whether she had perhaps gone overboard with the makeup, but assured herself that she could never meet the President without looking her best. Standing up, she began the slow march across Pennsylvania Avenue to the gatehouse.
The swirling winds caused snow to cling to her legs and skirt, and some flakes even found their way into her shirt and cleavage. She quickened her pace, not wanting to appear like a snowman when she met her new boss. Presenting her I.D. to the guard, she was allowed in and directed into the front lobby of the West Wing. Briefly taken aback by the guards who opened the door for her, she entered the light and warmth of the building. And it was at this point that reality seemed to dissolve before her very eyes.
The scene was one that could only be described as chaotic. Men and women hurried back and forth through the cramped lobby down a multitude of different hallways. Some were carrying mountains of papers and books, while others were conversing with each other while walking at a brisk pace. With the constant traffic, it was hard for Alisha to get her bearings, let alone find out where she was supposed to go and what to do.
Eventually she made her way through the highway of staffers and, after passing through security, met the receptionist in the lobby. Suddenly overcome with shyness, Alisha quietly introduced herself to the woman behind the desk.
“Hello, my name is Alisha Collins, I-I’m here to intern for the President,” she stuttered quickly. The woman looked up from her papers with a smile.
“And which president would that be, dear?” she asked.
Alisha froze in confused panic, and it must have shown on her face; the receptionist quickly added on, “I was just teasing you, dear. I think it’s safe to say you’ve found the right building. Welcome to the White House, and congratulations on this amazing opportunity you earned!” Alisha immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
The receptionist introduced herself as April Hopson, and in the process of checking Alisha into her new assignments she mentioned that she herself was new to the administration just like all the other staffers; move-in day for her was a few days ago, but she still kept finding new ways to get lost in all the chaos.
“Like right now,” she sighed, scrolling through page after page in the internship database to find Alisha. “I swear, I basically just got here, and this outdated software is already driving me up the wall.”
“Take your time,” Alisha replied, although she continued to nervously check her watch every other minute. The orientation meeting for new interns was supposed to have started ten minutes ago, and no one else was waiting in the reception area with her. In the silence of the room, her attention was directed toward the several mugs of coffee and tea she had drunk this morning, not to mention the bottle of water she gulped down after being told she couldn’t bring it inside the building when she arrived at security. Automatically, her bladder offered up a slight twinge to let her know a restroom break would be ideal. Opting to wait for a better opportunity, she casually crossed one leg over the other and folded her hands in her lap, smiling at April as she continued her search.
April was gorgeous, by all accords. Her shoulder-length blond hair balanced professionalism with youth, and her tight-fitting blue dress proved she still had great curves for her age. Her brown eyes seemed to sparkle a genuine welcome, a quality definitely conducive of a White House secretary. Her personality definitely invited conversation, and Alisha gladly took advantage of this to distract her from her dilemma.
“So, if you don’t mind me asking, where in the building are we right now?” she asked casually, striking up a chat while secretly using the question to scope out a restroom for later.
April seemed more than eager to talk as well. “Well, out the door to our left is the office of the Vice-President, and right next door is the Roosevelt Room where we welcome large delegations as well as general staff meetings. Down the hall to the right is the Cabinet Room, and farther down from that is the Oval Office.”She grinned at Alisha’s disoriented stare. “Honestly, you’re not going to be working in most of those places, but we like to let newcomers get a feel of the layout. The office of the White House Chief of Staff, though, is one you’ll definitely be seeing later. His name is Charles Hartman.”
Alisha was taking mental notes as best she could, which wasn’t all that effective. Glancing downward, Alisha noticed that April was wearing a pair of glossy blue heels that seemed highly uncomfortable to walk in, but perhaps the secretary position did not involve much walking anyway. But the shoes also caught Alisha’s attention for another reason; April was quite clearly bobbing her legs and tapping her foot repeatedly, almost rhythmically. At first she brushed the display off as discomfort from her heels, or impatience with the computer system. There was obviously no way that a receptionist in the West Wing would be….
“I hope you’ll excuse my fidgeting,” April muttered, pulling Alisha back to reality. The woman had said that with discomfort in her voice, immediately perking Alisha’s interest. “It’s just that I’ve already been here for a few hours and with checking everyone in, I haven’t had a chance to leave this desk since early this morning.”She uncrossed her legs, fanned them together rapidly, then recrossed again. “That includes restroom breaks, unfortunately.”
Alisha was astounded; the West Wing was apparently in such a frenzy that even bathroom breaks were rare. Her own bladder offered up a stronger, more insistent spasm, and she crossed her legs tighter in sympathy.
“That’s awful!” she replied, “and on your first day too? Sounds like a fabulous welcome.”
“Oh, it isn’t a great way to start off, but I’m hoping it’s just a case of growing pains that will get sorted out eventually.” April briefly stood up to grab some papers from across the desk, giving Alisha a great view of her tightly crossed legs as they scissored back and forth.
Another twenty minutes passed. Alisha’s bladder was not coping well with the spectacle; she felt sorry for the receptionist, but there was no way she was going to meet the Chief of Staff – or the President, for that matter – while bouncing around with her legs crossed. She needed to find a restroom.
Just as she found the courage to ask, though, April clapped her hands together and offered a huge smile of success and relief. “I finally found you in the system!” she told Alisha excitedly, while simultaneously entering some information into the database. “For some reason you were listed under a different spreadsheet, instead of communications we had you under legislative affairs…”.
Alisha was thrilled that the issue had been resolved, but the situation further south was still unresolved. She quietly squirmed around in her chair as she waited for April – who was still fidgeting intensely herself – to finish up her tedious explanation of what happened. Her bladder felt like it was rapidly expanding from all the beverages she had; placing her hand over her bladder, it felt noticeably firmer and rounder as it bulged against her tight skirt. She whimpered lightly, gently massaging her abdomen while shifting her legs against each other. Why won’t this lady let me go already?
“…Either way, Ms. Hopson, the White House deeply regrets the inconvenience this caused you, and you are officially an intern of the West Wing,” April happily announced, handing Alisha her ID badge to be worn around her neck and the introductory pamphlet describing her first duties. Elated on multiple levels, Alisha gladly took the materials and rose – gingerly – to leave.
Still fidgeting around in her seat, April pointed toward the door she was supposed to exit, then picked up the phone on her desk. “Yes, it’s April Hopson. Is there any chance of a relief any time soon? It will only be a moment…”.
Alisha left the reception area into one of the back hallways of the West Wing. Unlike the front lobby resembling a streamlined highway, this part of the building was more along the lines of a corn maze. Rooms appeared along the length of the narrow, winding hall, with more alcoves and jutting walls than she could possibly count. She was instantly struck by a conglomeration of panic and awe, and decided on the best strategy to find her way. April had mentioned something called the Roosevelt Room, where the main intern meetings were taking place. If she continued walking she would undoubtedly reach her destination.
Her bladder decided this was an opportune time to remind Alisha of its plight, and an intense urge briefly overtook her in the middle of the crowded hall. She gasped louder than she would have liked, and doubled over with her legs crossed until the spasm subsided. Passing by was a Marine wearing his dress uniform, and having heard her gasp and seeing Alisha in what appeared to be discomfort he stopped to ask if she was alright.
“No, I’m alright, I just had to adjust me shoe,” she hastily replied, face flushed with embarrassment. She pretended to fiddle with her heel’s strap while keeping her thighs locked together to hold in the growing ocean of pee.
“I see, no worries, I was just making sure,” the man replied with a bemused grin on his face. He instinctively looked her over, admiring her, finding her absolutely gorgeous from her smile to her nervous fidgeting. He knew his setting and place, though, and made sure he kept decorum. “I’m James Logan, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms….?”
“Collins,” she replied while slowly rising back to a normal posture. “Alisha Collins. It’s great to meet you too!” That part was genuine. She found her attention locked on his muscular physique which was noticeable even through the uniform. The brass buttons along his coat were a highway for her wandering eyes; moving upward they poured over his handsome face, tanned with a few light scars from duty. They drifted from his deep brown eyes, lower down his coat towards the last button….
“I’m surprised we’ve never met,” James added, snapping her back to the conversation. “How long have you been working here in the White House?”
“Oh, it’s actually my first day here, I’m interning with the West Wing Scholars Program that my school offers to graduates.” And it will be my last day too if I pee on the floor of the West Wing, she added to herself, rubbing her legs together, reality bringing back the frantic urge to find a toilet.
“That’s fantastic, what a great opportunity! You know, I can still remember my first day in this building.”
Alisha had to make a move now, or she’d soon lose an internship and an impression with a great guy. “I’m so sorry, but I’m really running late for my meeting,” she broke in, collecting her files and getting ready to move. “But hopefully we can see each other throughout the day?”
“That’s absolutely fine, you get to where you need to be,” James laughed. “I’ll be around all day in briefings, I’ll catch up with you later on. Enjoy your first day at the White House!” He gave her a smile and a wink, then turned to continue on his way.
She smiled back and waved until he was around the corner, then bent down again to regain control. She couldn’t remember the last time she was this desperate; her bladder felt like a heavy lead balloon, and it was beginning to look like one too with the massive bulge showing through her skirt. Despite her crossed legs, she knew her pee was on the brink of leaking out.
Alright, Alisha, you’re not going to pee yourself in the White House, and you’re definitely not making it to a toilet by standing here, she thought angrily to herself. After a few more seconds of frantic holding and squirming, she managed to rise to a decent posture again and took a few hesitant steps down the hall.
Suddenly she heard a commotion ahead in the hallway. Seconds later, a group of people came swarming out of a glass-enclosed room and made their way across the hall. They all appeared to be young, college-grad aged men and women, and they were all wearing the same type of ID badge as Alisha. They must be the other interns, she decided. She immediately began to walk as quickly as she could manage while keeping her legs close together. Hopefully someone in the group has either found a restroom or needs one as badly as I do.
Growing increasingly frantic, she caught up with the group just as they gathered in a small, dimly-lit room at the end of the hall. Someone was in the front addressing the group, but Alisha could barely understand what he was saying through her desperation. She used the momentary pause to cross her right leg over the left, pretending to smooth out her skirt as she gave her crotch as much help as she could. Putting her weight on one foot, she repeatedly tapped the toe of the other heel on the carpet as quietly as possible, trying everything to remain inconspicuous.
Unfortunately, her movements attracted the attention of a fellow intern, a short redheaded girl who barely looked to be a high school graduate. The girl, Julie Flores according to her name badge, leaned in closer to Alisha.
“You’re Alisha Collins, right?” Julie whispered, just loud enough for the two of them to hear.
Alisha was not in the mood to chat, wanting to instead concentrate on her bladder and finding the nearest toilet. “Yes, isn’t that what it says on my badge?” she hissed back.
“No need to be rude,” Julie replied, recovering from the hostility. “You weren’t in the opening meeting. The Chief of Staff seemed pissed that he had to start without you, and you probably missed most of the information about your responsibilities.”
“First of all, I missed the meeting because the no one could find me in the system. Second, I’m a big girl and I think I’m more than capable of finding out what I’m supposed to be doing.” Another intense spasm forced her to double over, and she thought she felt a slight dampness in the crotch of her panties. She prayed it was sweat from the exhaustion of holding on.
Julie gave her a quizzical look, taking in the scene developing before her. “If you say so. I’m just worried you’ll start prancing around in front of the most powerful man in the world, which might not go over as professionally as you think it will.”
Alisha flashed her a fiery stare, but knew she was right. She obviously looked pathetic, squirming around in the White House on her first day the way a toddler would act. She was a grown woman, and that meant she should be acting like it.
“I’m Julie, by the way,” the girl added. “I really don’t want to make a bad impression, I was just trying to get to know people. You seem like a dedicated person.”
Alisha bent over further and discreetly rubbed her bladder as a brief dribble of pee found its way out of into her panties. Her face was flushed and speckled with beads of sweat. “I’m sorry for being so short with you, I’m just trying my absolute best not to wet myself right now.”
Julie had guessed that from the beginning, but feigned surprise. “Oh wow, that must be terrible. Too much coffee?”
“Probably, plus the nerves and the long commute and God knows what else. Either way this room is dry but I’m getting wetter by the second.” She slowly returned to a normal stance, yet kept her legs locked together as she bounced with her knees. “I’d prefer to avoid the topic until I’m able to relieve myself, if that’s alright with you.”
“If you say so, but to me it looks like you can’t even manage to hold your own pee. Doesn’t seem like a ‘big girl’ talent to me,” Julie smirked. Before Alisha could respond, the room grew silent as a gentleman in his late fifties entered the room.
“Welcome to the White House, ladies and gentlemen, specifically the most important part of the building: the West Wing,” the man began. “My name is Charles Hartman, and I am the White House Chief of Staff. I could go into detail about my roles and responsibilities in this office and hand out syllabuses like a daft old college professor, but I’m just going to give you two simple things to remember. First, you are all interns for the moment, but I want you to abandon that title the second you walk in here every day. No matter what the staff has you doing throughout the day, remember that it’s going toward the greater good. Change is made by those who show up, and you all clearly met that prerequisite.” He glanced at the back of the room at Alisha. “Some of us earlier than others,” he grinned. Alisha almost forgot her bladder as she felt the color drain from her face, then return like a hot red wave as countless eyes turned toward her.
“No matter. We’re all here, that’s what counts. That leads me to my second point, one that is equally as important to keep in mind. You serve at the pleasure of the President of the United States. The same thing goes for everyone, starting with me and going all the way down the line. The man next door controls our public policy and our agenda, and if at the end of the day an order comes out of that office that you can’t work to fulfill, then there’s the door. A lot of guys on the Hill would love to have you, and even more applicants would love to take your spot here.”
He paused to let the statement sink in for a silent audience; Alisha, glad to have the attention off her for a moment, did her best to keep the rustling of her pantyhose to a minimum. Another quick squirt of piss splattered her panties and caused a drip to fall down her leg.
The Chief of Staff smiled at the crowd. “Now that the scary part is over, let’s go see our boss.”He made his way past the packed room toward a door along a curved wall right behind Alisha. She was forced to stand up in a proper position, albeit with trembling legs and bouncing knees. She was about to ask for a restroom break, but reconsidered at the last second. He knocked briefly and opened the door slightly. Alisha was able to hear his muffled voice through the gap.
“Mr. President, I have the Scholars interns ready to see you.”
She was just able to make out the reply, “Sure, Charles, send them in.”
“Alright, ladies and gentlemen,” Hartman grinned, “follow me.” He opened the door and ushered everyone in to the room. Alisha, closest to the door, was the first one led into the Oval by Hartman. She led her fellow interns while using every ounce of strength left in her.
As soon as she stepped inside, she was bathed in sunlight pouring through the massive bay windows along the far side of the room. The rays reflected off the polished wooden furniture and were absorbed into a pristine snow carpet in the center. To the left was a bookshelf and grandfather clock guarding a large marble fireplace, themselves flanked by two more doors that blended into the wall. Two couches were nestled in the center, covered in a luxurious candy-stripe patterned fabric. On the right was the resolute desk, and seated behind it was Daniel Bennett, the President of the United States.
Alisha was frozen in shock, barely able to comprehend Hartman’s instructions to move into the center of the room. She didn’t know why she was so surprised since she knew whose office it was, but nevertheless her gaze seemed permanently transfixed on the man seated before her. Moving in farther, she ended up standing a mere feet from the desk, and ultimately her eyes became locked with those of her commander-in-chief.
The man chosen by the people to lead their country for the next few years was, by all accounts, worthy of admiration. He had taken the nation by storm with his youthful and invigorating features; his eyes, a soft hazel, were the centerpiece of a perfectly masculine face, which was topped with a trademark haircut of cropped black hair. He was a symbol of athleticism, too, having never passed up an opportunity for the press to see him engaging in rowing, basketball, baseball, and any other sport available to him in Washington. As such, his muscles were accentuated by his smartly-tailored suit.
President Bennett smiled, rising from his chair and extending his hand toward her. “Welcome to my office,” he said, “I’m Daniel Bennett. It’s a pleasure to meet you. And your name is?”
Alisha, her mind still at a standstill, realized she was standing rigidly with her legs noticeably locked. Immediately she relaxed to take a step forward and accept the President’s handshake, and realized her mistake soon after. A strong jet of pee escaped into her already-saturated panties, causing a dribble to fall straight down her legs and onto the carpet at her feet. She froze again, the fleeting sensation of relief replaced by horror and embarrassment. She could feel her cheeks already flushing a deep red.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name,” the President asked again, still smiling.
“Uh…sure, of course, umm…” she floundered, desperately trying to contain her bladder while trying to bring her mind back to the question. She pranced from foot to foot and jiggled her legs as discreetly as possible, knowing there wasn’t a chance in hell that he wouldn’t notice.
“No need to be shy in this building,” the President laughed. “I know some would argue I’m an intimidating guy, but really I’m just easy-going when you get to know me. And I’m sure we’ll get to know each other very well over the next few years.” His gaze fell on her badge. “Alisha Collins… I’ll assume that nametag is right so I can save you from answering the tough questions,” he added. She thought she saw his eyes flash down her legs to the carpet with a look of curiosity, but wasn’t sure. The brief gaze was replaced with a wink as he made his way to the next intern.
Alisha still glowed with bright red across her face, although she was still swooning from having experienced his confident charisma in person. Without his eyes on her anymore she was able to resume a stronger pee-dance by marching in place, legs scissoring together and hands clenched at her sides. She was leaking more frequently, and knew she would have to ask Hartman to leave for a break.
Suddenly one of the rear doors opened, and a young staffer entered with a note in his hand. He walked through the throng of people toward the President, who was laughing along with his Chief of Staff. “Excuse me, sir, but you’re needed in the Cabinet Room,” Alisha heard him whisper as he handed over the paper. Bennett looked it over, whispered something to Hartman, then stood before the crowd.
“My apologies, everyone, but apparently even I can’t escape dull business meetings,” he announced, to laughter from the group. “I trust my staff needs you all anyway, we’re pretty slammed from this storm but the rest of the country still needs our help. I say we give them what they need.” He grabbed his suit jacket from the back of the chair and pulled it on, beginning to make his way through the crowd toward the door. “I’ll be sure to call you all back in at some point later today to have a proper introduction, but for now, thank you all for your service to your country.”
The interns applauded and made their way back through a different exit. Alisha, now at the back again, frantically tried to make her way over to Hartman. Julie, however, caught up with her first.
“I wish I could arrive late on my first day and still bat my eyes at the President,” she whispered, mocking Alisha by copying her stammering.
“I don’t really care right now, Julie,” Alisha moaned, still making her way toward the front. “I need to pee, I can’t concentrate on anything else. I probably just peed on the carpet in the Oval Office of the White House and unless you want me to pee on your shoes next, I’d move out of the way.”
Julie threw up her hands in surrender, allowing Alisha to keep moving toward the door.
“Oh, and Ms. Collins?” President Bennett added from across the room.
Alisha, caught off guard, spun around to face him. “Yes, Mr. President?” she asked.
“Would you mind waiting for just a moment? This shouldn’t take long, I’ll be right back.”
Alisha felt her heart tumble out of her chest, and clenched her thighs as tightly as she could as another spurt of pee found its way down her now-glistening pantyhose. She was right on the brink of letting go, but knew she couldn’t turn down the President. “Of course, sir, uh…I’ll wait right here for you then.”
“Thanks a lot, I appreciate it. Have a seat on the couch and make yourself comfortable.” He gave her another one of his famous smiles, then closed the door behind him.
Julie, along with the other interns, collectively flashed Alisha looks of intermingled confusion, jealousy, and awe. Hartman, seemingly taken aback just as much as the rest, gave her a questioning look briefly before closing the door behind him.
The room was now silent. She stood still briefly, then bent over at the waist as she clutched her crotch with as much strength as she could muster. Looking around, Alisha was hit with the full weight of her situation.
She was alone in the Oval Office.
The President of the United States wanted to talk with her personally.
And her bladder was about to burst.
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A/N: Another tumblr request and another Tony request. This one was requested to be Stony but I'm not the best with that couple so there's no romantic relationship yet, still them trying to tolerate each other, with some wetting and tension thrown in.
Tony Stark knew that team dynamic was an important thing, and therefore knew that he had to make more of an effort to get along with certain teammates (even though most of the time he really, really didn't want to). There was on in particular that he had trouble with, and knew he had to take matters into his own hands.
He figured that his plan was good for both parties; he would get to go out and drink, they would have a chance to talk in a more natural setting, and, on top of things, he would be giving a lesson in the modern world. Or, at least, that's what he told himself, being of the opinion that this teammate of his did not embrace many of the finer points of current society.
Steve Rogers had no interest in going out, and even less interest in trying to forge a friendship with Tony. His inability to reach any level of intoxication took out any “fun” of drinking (not that he was much of a fan of the idea to start with), and Tony was...not his type of person, to put it nicely.
Still, it was rude to turn down what seemed to be an earnest attempt at mending fences, and Steve was anything but rude. So the two of them went out one night, neither of them really wanting it but both pretending that they did. The location was a small yet lively bar that Tony sometimes frequented when he wanted to keep more of a low profile; he figured a place like that would be a good start for the other man.
From the moment they met up, things were tense and uncomfortable, as usual, and Tony set to drinking immediately, hoping this would solve the problem on his end. Steve purchased a drink to be polite, but he had no interest in trying to keep up with his companion. Instead, he marveled at both the other man's ability to remain upright after the amount he had consumed (though, of course, he did not possess anything akin to Steve's immunity) and their shared ability to find nothing to talk about.
Even after Tony had had enough to “loosen up” (though this did not seem much different from his normal personality), it did not do much to improve the situation. He became a bit more talkative, chatting about inconsequential things, but these topics did not stick in the slightest.
After some time and drinks had passed, Steve heard him mumble something along the lines of, “I think I gotta piss.” However, he didn't make any movement to get up, and carried on as if he hadn't said anything.
For a while, things continued as normal and Tony did nothing to indicate that what he had said was true. In fact, he even continued to drink, as if that would have no effect on the growing situation.
Soon, however, he grew increasingly more agitated, fidgeting in his seat and tapping his foot. He was sitting still less and less often, and appeared to be growing rather desperate, but he didn't acknowledge it. Steve wondered if he should say something, but the situation was already incredibly awkward without him pointing anything out. He much preferred to keep his mouth shut on the matter.
But there was a part of him that was starting to feel bad for the guy. He kept drinking, almost as if he were unaware that that was what was causing the problem, and was no doubt bursting. Steve certainly knew what that felt like, but at the same time, it wasn't exactly his place to remind a grown man to go to the bathroom, no matter how intoxicated he might be.
“Well, I'd say tonight went well,” said Tony, absentmindedly and slightly slurred. “Dunno about you, but I'd say we've done about all we can here. Ya ready to head back yet?”
Steve nodded before saying, “Is there anything else you want to do before we head out?” There, that was certainly subtle enough a reminder.
“Nah.” He shook his head. “I really gotta take a piss, but I'm gonna wait on that till we get back.”
“Are you...sure about that? I don't mind waiting.”
“I'm fine, I'm fine.” He waved a dismissive hand. “S'really no big deal, bathrooms here are disgusting anyway. Let's go!”
“If you say so,” Steve replied, not entirely convinced but unable to really push the issue any further.
It had not really been that long of a trip, so they had opted to walk. It was not exactly a short trip, either, though, and Tony was already incredibly full. This did not register to him, however, and he remained convinced that he could hold it with no problem until they were back.
Steve had his doubts as he watched the way the other man struggled to walk, stopping every now and them to squirm in place yet seeming oblivious to the fact that he was doing so. Anyone who saw them would be able to figure out what the situation was in no time at all.
His steps became slower and slower, while his struggle became more and more apparent. He needed to go faster than this, but his bladder ached so much that moving too quickly would jostle it. Tony was starting to realize that his situation was more dire than he had thought, and that this walk was going to be harder on him than planned.
But even with those thoughts in mind, he didn't feel all that panicked. In fact, he still felt incredibly calm, deciding that everything was going to be alright and that he would most definitely make it. He was a man, after all, and not just any man. He was Tony Stark and he was Iron Man, and he was sure he had a bladder to match that name.
Of course, he was unaware of just how desperate he looked. He had squeezed his cock a few times without even noticing it, and this behavior was causing Steve great embarrassment and discomfort. He tried not to acknowledge what was happening right next to him, but it was hard not to look on with a morbid fascination. He didn't know why he wanted to watch Tony's struggle so much, but he did know that he couldn't wait for this to be over.
The walk felt like it was three times as long as it had initially been, and a few leaks escaped Tony before he was able to stop them. This left a small, dark spot on the front of his pants that Steve struggled to pretend not to notice. Still, he looked calm and unaware that he was losing control of his bladder in the middle of the sidewalk.
And that was almost completely true. He knew, of course, that he was leaking, but he had not let that change his mind about the fact that he was going to make it. He was going to make it, no questions asked.
Except he wasn't. No matter how confident he was about the predicament, his body knew its limitations, and he had zero say in what they were. He had had far too much to drink and had put things off for too long. Now it was too late to do anything to stop the natural outcome.
And then he was hunched over, a hand on his crotch as a steady jet of piss made its escape, causing the wet spot on his pants to grow considerably. It didn't stop there, and soon the spot had expanded quite a bit, running down one of his legs as the contents of his bladder gushed out, splashing onto the pavement once they had made it out of his pants.
Steve looked on with that same morbid fascination, as well as another feeling he could not quite identify, while Tony let out a shameless groan of relief. It was clear that he had been holding in a lot, as the stream lasted for well over a minute. A few passersby watched in shock and amusement, but he was a bit too caught up in the sensation of relief to really notice.
But then he came crashing back down to reality, and he realized exactly what he had done. The shock of the situation sobered him up a bit, and he felt his cheeks grow hot with humiliation. He had really just pissed himself in the street like a child. His pants were damp and growing cold, and a few people still stared at him. He hoped that they were all just as out of it as he had been, or else this might make a headline.
Worst of all, there was Steve standing right there, blushing almost as much as he was. As if it wasn't bad enough that he had pissed himself, he had done it in front of Steve! He would absolutely never live this down.
“L-look, I don't care what it takes, just please never mention this again,” he said, not even able to make eye contact.
Steve nodded briskly, also struggling with eye contact. “I understand. I'll forget this ever happened. You don't need to do anything.” He had no intention of ever talking about it, because he did not want to think about or be reminded of these strange feelings he was having. It would be hard enough to forget about it already, without the reminder he would receive any time he was asked to retell the story.
Tony was surprised that he wasn't going to use this against him. He could easily blackmail him or, at the very least, tell everyone else about it. Maybe they had actually made some progress in their relationship tonight, or maybe it was just Steve being a good guy.
Either way, Tony didn't really care as long as he could get home and get cleaned up without further incident.
A/N: Well, I did my best. Not the best with drinking prompts because I'm underage and well-behaved, but I tried! Don't drink, kids. |
daveshuyi wanted some Black Widow that was mostly desperation/wetting. You can imagine how happy that made me. :D pretty big Swear warning, and mild trigger warning for just the whole thing being her captured and tied up, and having a bit of a flashback to back before CLINT brought her in. Also, I couldn't resist playing at some of my other Avengers stories, so there are some references in there. It's not necessary to go back and read them, but if you feel so inclined, they would be Tony Stark's battle and the third installment of "They Say the first day is always the hardest." Or was it the fourth? Anyways, yeah. LET US BEGIN!
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It was Monday. A very bad Monday actually, because Natasha was in one of her "stay the fuck away from me or you will die painfully" moods. Clint explained it wasn't PMS (but that's what Tony had decided it was), and that in about a week everything would settle.
In the meantime, it was just best to stay away from her. No one else had to be told twice. The only person Natasha trusted to be near her and NOT piss her off was Clint. Not even Fury had dared to call. He learned his lesson the hard way a LOOOOONG time ago. Clint laughed when Tony guessed that's how he lost his eye.
However no one felt the need to inform super-villan power couple, Victor Von Doom and Loki of this. So when the tower was attacked by them, it was Black Widows voice who carried the string of curses, both in Russian and English. Hulk smashed at the doombots, and all in all it was barely a challenge. At least until they finished. Cap called for a head count, and it was then the realized Natasha had been taken.
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Natasha woke with a groan. This always happened. It was always the woman. Nevermind she was Black fucking Widow. Nevermind she could kill ANYONE! And... Oh God. They had woken her up. She hadn't been to the bathroom since last night and FUCK she had to go!
"Ah, so you awake." She knew that voice. She'd heard it in her nightmares all weekend. Loki. "I've been waiting for this little play date. We both have."
"What.. Do you want?" She growled, trying to move. She was tied to the chair. SHIT.
"I merely want to rule, even if it's someone as measly as you."
She screamed at him in Russian. "Don't you fucking know when to leave us the HELL ALONE?! All I wanted was time to wallow in my sorrows but NOO! You just had to-" he chose that moment to shut her up, grabbing her jaw.
"If you want any chance of escaping this if suggest you keep your big mouth shut. And DON'T expect any mercy from me for your piss-swollen belly." Natasha whimpered, but kept her mouth shut. "Now, shall we call your pesky boyfriend?"
She nodded. Clint had taught her a long time ago that when you're captured, you should do what keeps you the safest. So far, listening to Loki seemed to be better than trying to fight him. Not that she got much say. And plus her body was BEGGING for some relief. Maybe if she listened.... No, that was the wrong way to think. She was a God Damn Avenger. Her mental war was cut off when she heard Clint scream her name.
"Tasha oh my GOD! What do you want?!" The man roared.
"Oh surely you're not so quick as to not fully investigate?" Loki taunted.
"I'm- fine Clint," She grit out. "Don't- do what he wants. I'll be-"
"SILENCE!" Victor hissed.
"I'd like to speak with my brother if you please," Loki instructed. He made his demands, Clint and Tony standing over Thor's shoulder. Clint never took his eyes off of her, fully examining her body. He finally rested his eyes on her abdomen, hidden behind his old T-shirt that she had worn to bed. When the call finally cut off, Loki came back to stand over her.
"Listen well mortal," He growled, a hand resting on her belly. "They are most certainly coming for you. Victor has already detected Stark's measly attempts at tracking and hacking. In the meantime, you will sit here like a good girl, and keep yourself dry, or there will be trouble. Do you understand?"
She nodded, fear taking over her. How many times had she heard that threat before? How many times had someone followed through on that threat? She squirmed and writhed in agony, her bladder pulsating. All she wanted to do was let go, but she couldn't. She had to be good. She had to keep dry. At least until they came for her.
It took them an hour, but at last they did. Doombots were swarming around her, and outside the room she was in. She trembled, feeling her control slipping. Clint. All she needed was Clint. He would save her like always. She squeaked, feeling herself begin to lose it. She fought harder to hold back the impending flood, tensing her already sweating thighs as best she could when Clint burst through the door, bow on his back with a knife in hand. He worked silently while she trembled, trying so hard to be good. She had to. Her panties were damp already and that was bad.
"...Tasha, come on, talk to me. You're safe," He said gently, picking her up. She clung to him, shaking as she lost it. She genuinely could not hold it anymore as he bladder exploded. And all over Clint no less. It gushed out of her, warm and wet and miserable.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I-"
"Shh, it's okay Natasha. You did good. You shouldn't have had to hold it and I'm sorry," Clint cooed, running a hand through her curls. "You're gonna be okay now. Come on, let's get the others."
"No!" She begged. "They'll... they'll never let me hear the end of it, 'specially Tony."
"No they won't. I won't let them say a word," Clint promised. The rest of the gang finally approached them, and Tony smirked.
"Couldn't handle all the excitement, eh Katniss?" Tony joked. That was all it took and Natasha began sobbing. She knew she would be in trouble and now she was. She began a litany of apologies and begging in Russian and Steve slapped Tony upside the head.
"Crap I'm sorry Tash I meant-"
"Just. Don't," Clint growled. "Let's go." The ride back to the tower was quiet, and Natasha had yet to stop sniffling or let go of Clint, despite how gross she felt. She imagined he hated her for this. When they reached the tower, she begged them not to take her down to Bruce, that she just wanted to be alone. Clint was only too happy to indulge her, taking her back down to her own floor.
"Clint?" She finally said.
"Yes?" He asked, instantly next to her.
"I'm... I... I don't want to have to deal with the world today," She said. Clint nodded in understanding. She still had days where her past overwhelmed her and she needed to be alone.
"Want me to join you?" He asked. She nodded. "Okay, just let me clean up. I imagine you don't really want to smell robot guts all day." She smiled ever so slightly, getting up to shower. They spent the rest of the day watching movies, until JARVIS insisted they were needed in the common area. It was there that the rest of the team stood, with gifts to try and help Tasha. Tony stood with a little jewelry box, containing a string of pearls for her. Bruce stood with a box of chocolates, and Steve, a bundle of flowers. Thor's gift, though, was perhaps the most touching: It was a book of poems, and inside, scribbled on the back of the cover, was a promise that this day would never be spoken of again. Natasha was officially out of her "Stay the hell away from me or I'll kill you" mood.
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Yes I am aware how tooth-rottingly sweet that ending was and how that's not exactly the kind of shit Black Widow would want but hey, in my world she has her moments. :) anyways yeah. Hope that satisfies! I'm still working on the other two(three?) requests! I almost have one done. And like I have said, my computer is dead at the moment, so it may take longer, but it's coming! Promise! :) |
Heyyo! This one is another request from lyndeyla0699. It's for an Avatar: The Last Airbender fic about Zuko. Bit of background so things aren't confusing for those who know the story/plotline: It's set shortly after they began hiding in the air Temple and Zuko joined them. Keep in mind the horrible abuse Zuko's father put him through, and understand that this gets just a general warning for possible mentions of past abuse. this ended up being a lot longer than I had originally intended but whatever. :P K enough babbling. Let's light this candle :P Yes I know you are all groaning at my horrible pun okay story time now for real.
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It was something Uncle had never had a problem with. That didn't mean it didn't bother him. It had been happening since the night before the Ag Nee Kai. After that it was every night. Uncle said it was called Shell-shock or something, and that a lot of honored war veterans went through similar things. It still didn't make Zuko feel better.
But since he had joined the Avatar? Well, things had been looking up. Katara still wasn't as fond of him, but Sokka took him in with welcome arms, constantly showing him affection the only way the boy seemed to know how: sarcasm and gentle poking. Toph was generally quiet, but she voiced her own approval. Aang was just happy to have a firebending master to teach him, and he was probably the first to forgive Zuko.
But still, his past clung to him, much like the scar over his left eye. Nightmares were something everyone seemed to have, but he made sure to sleep farther away from the others. Always. The banished prince who wet his bed.
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Per usual, he woke up that morning drenched in his own piss. He'd done some exploring his first few days, and had found a little room Katara had already set up for washing. He snuck off quietly, starting his soiled bed roll and clothes. He took some time to clean himself up too, grabbing the clothes he had left to dry the day before and sliding them on. The process was familiar enough, however aggravating. He finally found his way back to the main courtyard where the others were just getting up, Katara fixing breakfast.
"Morning Zuko," She said cheerfully, handing him a bowl. He nodded to her, sitting down between Sokka and Toph.
"Hey Zuko?" Sokka said, amusement coloring his tone.
"I'm not in the mood for a joke Sokka," He mumbled.
"But it's funny!" Sokka whined.
"To who Sokka?" Toph said plainly. "Because as far as I can tell, your jokes only amuse you."
"Hey! they're good! Just like my group names!" Sokka said. He and Toph launched into another one of their early morning arguements, so Zuko relocated his position to one that was beside Aang. Unfortunately he forgot that Aang was The Avatar and kind of noticed everything.
"You were up early again," He said mildly as he shoveled some food into his mouth.
"And?" Zuko mumbled, hoping he wouldn't press it.
"That's the third time this week," He said. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," He said, gritting his teeth.
"Doesn't seem-"
"I said I'm fine!" He finally snapped, causing everyone to look at him. He blushed before silently stalking down a corridor. He found a dimly lit room and decided to sulk there. What was he gonna do? Even the others were beginning to notice, or at least it felt like that. There was a soft knock and he quickly glanced up to see Aang standing there.
"Hey, I'm sorry if I upset you," he said gently.
"It's not your fault," Zuko mumbled. "Mostly my stupid father's."
Aang nodded. He had expected as much. "Did you want to stay here and sulk or help me learn to firebend?" Zuko smiled, grateful for Aang's gentle approach and followed him back out to the main courtyard to begin their lessons. The day passed easily, and Zuko found himself feeling surprisingly less angsty as he sat down to dinner that night. He remained quiet as he sat by Aang, but somehow that was enough. As everyone turned in though, he made sure to set himself up, always farther away from the others. Sokka took notice of this.
"Hey, it's warmer over here," he said gently.
Zuko shrugged. "I like my space," He said simply.
"Aw come on Zuko, don't be a party pooper!" Aang encouraged. "It's fun, like a giant, never ending sleepover!"
"......" Zuko hesitated.
"And I promise to make sure Sokka doesn't pull any stupid pranks on you," Toph added. Zuko knew he'd end up regretting it, but hesitantly pulled his freshly dried bedroll between Toph and Aang. He watched the fire burn low, then extinguish itself. Sometime after that, he fell asleep.
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"Hey! I'm all wet!" Toph shouted the next morning. No. Oh no. Oh no no no....
Everyone sat up Groggily, rubbing their eyes and yawning as Toph growled. "What the heck Sokka?!"
"Mnf, didn't do anything," he mumbled. "Wanna sleep."
"Then who...." She stopped, everyone stopped, and they glanced at Zuko. He was as red as the clothes on his body. His bedroll forgotten, he ran. FAR. As far into the air temple as he could. His clothes were cold and itchy but he couldn't stop. All he could think about was the shame burning inside of him, the fear bubbling up, and the tears threatening to spill out of him. When he deemed himself far enough away, he sunk down and began to cry. Softly, miserably, and with every ounce of emotion he had kept buried for YEARS. In the process, he never noticed someone sitting next to him. He did notice them when they ran their hand through his hair. He frantically looked up to see Katara.
"Don't panic," She said gently. "I came to talk."
"About what?" He asked, sounding too weak for his own liking.
Katara sat across from him. "You're not the first person to deal with this," She said. Zuko scoffed. "Seriously. After we visited the southern air temple, and Aang really saw the devastation of the war.... It really began to take its toll on him. Not to mention Sokka."
"I highly doubt-"
"She's not wrong," Aang added. "And we can try and heal you. I imagine this isn't the first time?" Zuko hesitantly shook his head.
"I'm sorry," He finally choked. Katara gave him the warmest smile he had ever seen on his face.
"Zuko, it's not your fault. I can't tell you how many people I've met and healed who dealt with this," Katara said. "And after all your father put you through, it's really not that far of a leap. Does... Does anyone else know?"
He nodded. "Uncle and his favorite servant, Tee. Once I went home... I found a mute who helped me," he explained. Katara nodded. Aang pushed some clean clothes in front of Zuko. Katara used some water, letting it hover over Zuko's belly.
"Deep emotional truama," she muttered. "Figures. I can ease the symptoms, but you have to open up more for it to completely stop, okay?"
Zuko nodded. "Thank you Katara," he said softly. Somehow... he knew things could only improve. They just had to.
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Yes I don't like the ending either. It feels weird. :/ but there you have it! :D I do so hope you enjoyed it! As always, feedback is appreciated and I do take requests if you would like. :) let me know! |
The city of Townsville was under an attack by a water monster. The Powerpuff Girls were coloring in their room. Bubbles was admiring her pitcure of a waterfall under a rainbow and smiling sun. She focused on the waterfall and felt a slight need to pee. Bubbles made to go to the bathroom, then Blossom announced the arrival of a monster and ordered the girls to fly out, giving Bubbles no chance to use the bathroom. "I can make it," said Bubbles to herself.
The girls arrived at the scene. "A water monster," said Buttercup. "What a shame. I wish I could just hit it like any other monster." "There's more than one way to win fights," said Blossom. "After all, brains are just as important as fighting." They watched the monster more closely. Bubbles could feel her desperation getting stronger as she watched water splash all over, unable to imagine anything else but those splashes being her pee. She could feel drops hitting her underwear. Bubbles got control of herself, but the feeling in her bladder was now too much. She raised her hand as Blossom explained the plan.
"Yes, Bubbles?" "I have to tinkle," said Bubbles. "Baby," said Buttercup. "Now, Buttercup, be nice to your sister," said Blossom. "Well, do what you must. Go find someplace to relieve yourself. Buttercup and I can handle this." "I'm afraid to go by myself," said Bubbles. Blossom turned to Buttercup. "Buttercup, go with your sister." "Why do I have to go," asked Buttercup. "You can't fight this monster," said Blossom. "I think the only way to stop it is with my ice powers. So while I do that, you can make yourself useful and help out your sister!" Buttercup flew off with Bubbles, muttering angrily. They soon arrived at a forest. Bubbles enjoyed the scenery and took her time choosing a tree.
Buttercup watched her squatting and repeated, "Baby." Bubbles gave her an annoyed look. "What is that supposed to mean?" "Only babies would whiz in a place like this and in a position like that." Bubbles rounded on her. "I'm not a baby!" "Then prove it," said Buttercup. "How?" asked Bubbles. "Take a leak standing and off a rooftop," said Buttercup. "If you got the guts to do it." Bubbles considered it. She had to pee so much, but really wanted to make Buttercup eat her words. Bubbles stood and hiked up her pants. "You're on!" Buttercup smiled. "Seeing cute little Bubbles whiz off a building might make up for me missing a chance to fight a monster."
They soon arrived at the top of a building. On the edge, Bubbles had second thoughts. "What if I sprinkle on someone." "I knew it," said Buttercup. "Go whiz on your tree. I am going to have my own fun." Buttercup dropped her pants and underwear, pulled her folds and let out a decent stream. The sight and sound of it was too much for Bubbles. "I can't take it anymore! Watch this, Buttercup." Bubbles held her legs together as she pulled down her pants and underwear. "Ooh, ooh, ooh." She panted as she pulled on her folds. At last, Bubbles let out one of the largest yellow streams she had ever made. She learned back, loudly sighing in relief. "Ahhhh." She focused on her peeing, letting it arch over the edge and fall to the ground, along with Buttercup's stream and giggled.
Blossom, meanwhile, continued to fight the water monster, once getting a large mouthful of water thrown at her. At last, Blossom covered it in ice, lifted it, and cast it back to its island. "Now to check on those two," said Blossom. "I hope Buttercup isn't giving Bubbles a hard time." She flew off. Along the way, she watched a hose water a garden and saw a fountain pouring water into a basin. Blossom could feel the effects of drinking so much water from the monster. "If those two haven't found a place to urinate yet, I might join them." At last, she saw Bubbles and Buttercup peeing off the rooftop. Blossom wasn't sure about peeing like that, but then figured, "When in Rome," and landed next to Buttercup, Bubbles too focused on her relief to notice Blossom as she asked, "Room for one more?"
As Bubbles finished, she was surprised to see Blossom peeing just like them, her own stream going over the edge as well. The girls looked at each other. "When you have to go, you have to go," said Blossom, as she finished as well. "Man, you missed it," said Buttercup to Blossom. "Bubbles whizzed way more than me and was standing. I didn't know she had it in her." Blossom smiled. "Well, why don't you tell her that yourself and apologize for being mean to her?" Buttercup started to speak when Bubbles hugged her, saying there was no need. Buttercup hugged her for a moment, then flew off. "Ok, that's enough."
The next day, the girls flew out to a fire. "The nearest source of water is too far away," said Blossom. "I think ice powers would be the easiest." Then she and Buttercup noticed Bubbles was missing. They were surprised to find her on the ground peeing, the stream hitting the fire. "That gives me an idea," said Buttercup, joining Bubbles. Buttercup called out to Blossom. "Looks like you won't get all the credit today." The streams were putting out the fire. Blossom built on that idea. "I can help too. You two urinate around the base of the fire and I'll rain on it from above." As Bubbles and Buttercup peed around the fire, Blossom, half naked, flew over the fire, raining down her pee on the rest. In short order, the fire was put out.
Some time later, the girls fought another monster. Buttercup had needed to pee, but was confident she could hold it until they defeated the monster. However, the monster was tougher than they thought and Buttercup was having a hard time not thinking about her potty emergency. "I can't take this anymore! I have to whiz right now!" To the others surprise, Buttercup dropped her pants and underwear and shot out a powerful jet of pee that hit the monster. Buttercup sighed in relief. "Man, that's better." Blossom noticed the monster's distraction. "That's what we can do! Bubbles, you and me will do the same. Buttercup, get on the ground and it's distracted enough, you deliever the final blow." The plan was carried out. Blossom led Bubbles in complex mid air patterns formed from their streams. The monster was caught up in the patterens and the splashes. Blossom called out. "Now, Buttercup!" Buttercup gave one hard punch and the monster was thrown from the city and sent back to the monsters' island.
Not long later, Blossom was speaking to the girls. "We have had to relieve ourselves a few times in the city. There's nothing wrong with that and it has helped, but I think we should have certain spots in mind for the future." She led the girls around town and each picked out a favorite spot. Naturally, Bubbles chose a forested area with cute animals. Blossom had chosen a storm drain. "It washes away everything and no know would notice anything." Buttercup was a little more daring, peeing into the sea from the air. Satisified they were prepared for the future, the girls spent the afternoon at the park.
After a picnic, Bubbles stood up. "I'm going to tinkle. Anyone need to sprinkle too? Hey, that rhymes! Tinkle, sprinkle, tinkle, sprinkle." The others decided to accompy her. As they passed a lake, Bubbles stopped, then seeming to get an idea, took off her clothes, and jumped in the lake. "Look, I'm making bubbles!" Blossom and Buttercup giggled as they watched the water bubble around Bubbles. Then Buttercup saw a field of buttercups. "In that case, I, Buttercup will whiz on these buttercups." "Since I'm naked, it's only fair for you to take your clothes off as well," said Bubbles. "Of course, if you're scared, you don't have to." "I'm not scared of anything," said Buttercup. "You're on."
Buttercup threw off all her clothes and peed on the buttercups then held a buttercup to her vagina. "You must like butter, Buttercup," said Bubbles. "That's just a reflection. It's just a myth," said Blossom. "Well, anyway, it's your turn," said Bubbles. Blossom laughed. "Well, I won't let you two outdo me." She put aside her clothes and peed on a tree with apple blossoms. A little later, Bubbles invited the others to try peeing in the water with her, explaining how warm and nice it feels and how much fun it is making bubbles in the water. They agreed and went back to the lake, enjoying their pee filled afternoon. So once again, the day is saved thanks to the Powerpuff Girls. |
This is the first story I post. I got my inspiration from older stories, so some parts might appear well-known. Perhaps my style isn't very good. Improving suggestions are welcome, but I decide wether it is an improvement or not.
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2515-08-02. Actually, my system can detect every human bladder on this planet, as soon as its content reaches the 1-litre mark. But of course, I have fed the computer with lots of attributes. I prefer a certain kind of woman. Yesterday, I witnessed a great drama; one of the most thrilling since I acquired the system.The system detected her when she was in the mall of a city she visited. She was 46 and still very attractive. She must have drunk a lot. She followed the ladies room signs and was shocked to see that the doors were locked. She blushed, turned to the left and crossed her right leg before the left, stood there for three seconds and thought what to do next. It was clear, she needed to find another restroom soon. But she had no idea where to go.Then she saw a security guard sitting at a counter and walked up to him. Her steps were cautious but fast. For a moment her left hand felt her bulging bladder.She asked for directions to her hotel. The security guard went into detail, while she, with both hands on the counter, crossed her legs again, bent her knees slightly and pressed her thighs together. Her thoughts: Come on, get to the point!Finally, she thanked the guard and went quickly up the nearby escalator, still with no idea where she was going, and crossing her legs again. At that moment her thoughts revealed that she had never pissed herself since she was a toddler. She got off the escalator and began walking through the walkway, slightly bent over. Her thoughts: I can hold it. I'm a grown-up woman. I can behave myself. I won't pee before I sit on a toilet.But the system showed me that her lock muscle was already weakening. Her huge bladder was attacking it again and again. Sometimes she bent more over, agony in her blushed face. Sometimes she bent her knees and performed a mix of walking and running. She pressed her left hand against the crotch of her jeans from time to time. She had no idea where that tunnel was going, but finally it came out at a hotel, not her hotel. Her thoughts: There are bathrooms in that hotel. Just hold on for another minute.She headed for the lobby and was greeted with a big sign at the bathroom that said bathrooms were for guests only. Her thoughts: That's okay. I'm a guest of the city and I have to piss like a racehorse.She walked towards the door and was stopped halfway by a huge security guard. "Ma'am are you a guest here?" Bending her left knee, moving it behind her right, lifting her left foot, pressing her thighs together, her right hand meddling with the button of her jeans, trying to smile, she said: "Yes." But he asked for her room key. She said she didn't have it with her, and stood now with her legs crossed, the right before the left, agony was back in her face. The guard seemed unmoved and just told her she couldn't use the bathroom. She: "Listen, I'm from out of town and I really, really need to use the restroom. What do you suggest?" He shrugged, said he couldn't help her, and asked her to leave. Her thoughts: Asshole! Everybody wants me to piss myself today. I won't do that. Not me!She went back in the walkway and unbuttoned her jeans. Her zipper was halfway down now and her purple knickers were partly visible under her bladder bulge. She didn't care about how obvious it was. Her left hand was holding her crotch again. Her thoughts: Come on. Find a toilet. Don't be childish. Just hold it. Find a toilet. You must not piss yourself. It would be so embarrassing. Find a toilet. Walking helps me holding it. I walk as fast as I can.She was breathing heavily, her mouth half open, her brows contracted. When no-one was around she stopped for a moment, held her crotch, moved her left foot far behind her right, so that her whole weight bore down on her right leg. She bent over and curtseyed deeply three times, squeezing as tightly as possible, moaning. Then she continued hurrying, both hands clenched to a fist. She considered squatting down and peeing right there in the walkway. Her thoughts: Impossible! Even if no-one's around. There are security cameras. It would be as embarrassing as wetting myself. Pull yourself together, girl! You have to hold on. Find a toilet. My bladder seems to be fuller than it has ever been. Mean bladder, stop pressing! I don't want to piss now. Not yet. Find a toilet. I have never had to take a piss this badly in my life.There was a car park nearby. She found it and considered peeing there. But again, it was full of security cameras. A quick squeeze with her fingers was necessary again. She walked around for a while with her small but fast steps, teeth gritted, agony face, sometimes shaking her hands. She was desperately looking for a bathroom sign. She had to squeeze her crotch again and again. Her thoughts: I must have been wandering around like this for two hours now. Don't think about it. Find a toilet.She had tears in her eyes. A young man was approaching and was going to walk past when she stopped him and asked him where there was a ladies' room. The man looked at her with pity. She said: "I've been holding it forever and I can't find any bathrooms in this city." Answer: "Try a hotel, honey." The tortured and desperate woman explained she'd already been kicked out of one. She was dancing on the spot, shaking her hands, her head thrown back. The man seemed surprised and said to try another. Huge Bladder thanked him and left. I noticed that the man kept standing there and gazed.Our desperate Lady found a lift and went in, wondering if she had the guts to pee in it. No, that wasn't possible either. As soon as she was inside, she started pee dancing and pacing around. Her zipper was down now. She kneaded her pussy with her left hand, only her knickers in between. She was groaning when the voice of the lift asked her for the floor. She pressed out: "I don't know. I need the loo." Nothing happened. After five seconds the voice asked again. "Ten! Ten!", she replied, almost crying. The lift started moving. Her thoughts: Why ten? Dammit, i can't hold it any longer. I just can't. It's about to come out. I don't care anymore. I'm gonna piss in this lift.In the midst of pulling her jeans and knickers down, the lift reached the tenth floor, the doors opened, and there was a ladies' room right in front of her. That's it, she thought. Almost there. Bent over, half squatting, hopping from foot to foot, she pulled her knickers up again, then the tight jeans, not quite to the appropriate level, her left hand flew back to her pussy, and she darted out of the lift with a groan. At that moment, my system detected a leaking. After so many fierce attacks by that giant bladder, her poor little lock muscle had a weak moment. She lost a few drops that dispersed into the folds of the inner lips of her squeezed pussy. Her thoughts: No! Not yet! Not yet! Please.A big sign said something about guests only. She didn't care. No-one was around. Whimpering, she pee-danced in and into a stall. She closed the door and lifted the toilet lid with her right hand. But then she had to use both hands to pull her tight jeans and knickers down. Despite clenching her thighs together as tight as possible and holding her breath, she lost a few more drops. Knickers down and a sharp spurt escaped from her exhausted pussy while she was lowering herself onto the toilet, the spurt almost missed the bowl. At last, she could release the tension of that tiny muscle, that had been holding back the impending blast for so long.There she sat, sweating, sighing with relief. Her hands and knees were shaking. She buried her face in her hands. Then, still peeing, she looked at the damage in her knickers. The wet spot was about two inches long and about one inch wide, a mix of urine and vaginal fluid. Her thoughts: I can't believe it. Incontinent. Me. I better take up Kegel exercises tomorrow.My system measured a micturition of 1437ml. |
A/N: Third and final Tony request. This one was written from a prompt by the requester. Hopefully I'm getting slightly better at writing him, but who really knows, I'm probably still trash. Either way, here's some more for you precious darlings.
The meetings weren't optional, but Tony Stark always pretended that they were, and would avoid them at any and all costs. He preferred a lot of things to sitting through a S.H.I.E.L.D. meeting, especially considering the fact that he was always given a summary of everything he had missed. What was the point in attending if he could instead do whatever he wanted and still know what went on?
Of course, few others saw it that way, and the attempts to get him to show at meetings got more and more elaborate. Still, he somehow always found a way to evade them, disappearing when the time came and coming up with equally elaborate tricks and distractions. There was just no way to get him to go.
And the they resorted to kidnapping.
It was almost comical, the cliché way it went down, and that was saying something, considering that observation came from a victim of legitimate kidnapping. But Tony really did find it somewhat hilarious, if not a huge inconvenience. It wasn't just that he didn't want to sit through the meeting; having no notice to being abducted from his home meant that he had also had no time to prepare for an outing.
These preparations typically included a quick bathroom trip, and today would have been no different. He knew that he was going to need to pee before long, and that, when the need fully struck him, he would most likely not be able to do anything about it. It really was such an inconvenience.
By the time they arrived, he already felt a small urge building, and he turned to the man guiding him. “You know, you kinda grabbed me without any warning, didn't really give me a chance to stop by the bathroom. D'ya think we could maybe do something about that now?”
The man laughed and said, “Is that really the best escape plan you've got? I expected you to try something, but I also expected it to be a little more complex than that.”
Tony opened his mouth to retort, but he couldn't, really. It was true that it seemed like a terrible attempt at escaping the meeting, and he couldn't really blame the guy for not believing him. Still, that only confirmed his fear that he would not have any chance until the meeting was over, and that was really going to suck.
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Ten minutes in, and he was already feeling nervous about the whole ordeal. He was sure that he was fully capable of holding it, but every time he managed to forget about and think about something else- never bothering to pay attention to the meeting, all the while- he would feel a small spasm that would remind him of his predicament.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that thinking about it was only making it worse, and that making himself nervous over nothing would turn it into something, but that did not stop the natural response. He needed a piss, and his body would not stop sending him those messages until he had made that happen.
He unconsciously began to jiggle his legs under the table he sat at, drumming his fingers on said table until someone glared at him long enough for him to notice and stop. In any other situation, he wouldn't have cared that much, but he did not want to draw any unwanted attention to himself while he was dealing with this.
It wasn't long before the jiggling began again, though this time he did not resume the finger-drumming. It was hard to sit still with his bladder protesting every so often, and it wasn't as if anyone would think anything of it if they saw him moving around. It was no secret that he didn't want to be here; his actions would simply say that he was- predictably- incredibly bored with the proceedings.
The worst part of all of this was that he probably could have just gotten up and gone to the bathroom if things were different. But after all he had done to dodge these damn meetings before, and all that he would have probably done to escape this one, had he not been bursting, there was no one who would believe he was being sincere.
The only chance of anyone believing him would be if he pleaded with them and really showed how genuinely desperate that he was, but that was out of the question. There was no way in hell that he would risk his reputation like that. Tony Stark did not desperately plead for bathroom breaks, and that was that.
But, oh god, he wanted to. He really, really wanted to, if it meant that he could finally be rid of the swelling pressure in his lower abdomen. He had had to piss pretty badly in the past, but this was getting to a point that he had never experienced before. It ached and throbbed, and he had begun to squirm every now and then.
Time was moving incredibly slowly, due mainly to the fact that he really didn't want it to. He didn't even know what he would do once the meeting had ended. Finding a bathroom in this place was going to be a pain, and he wasn't sure if he could even manage it in time.
He immediately scolded himself for thinking like that. This was no time to start doubting his capabilities! Of course he was going to manage it in time. The only alternative would be wetting his pants, and he was not going to do something like that, now or ever. That was another thing that was out of the question.
So he held on with all he could, gritting his teeth and tapping his fist against his thigh, trying to keep things as subtle as was possible. The meeting dragged on, the pressure worsened, he started to develop a headache from gritting his teeth so much, and then it was over.
He was out of his chair and out the door before he could be stopped by anyone. He knew that sticking around meant being forced to listen to the remarks about how it was “nice” to see him there, and the jokes about the circumstances landing him there, and probably even real questions and conversation-starters, and he wanted no part in that. He was incapable of standing around and chatting.
Soon enough, he had made enough distance between himself and the room he had left, and he reached his next challenge: finding somewhere to actually piss. Tony honestly didn't care if it was in an actual bathroom, in a potted plant or fountain, or even just out a window, as long as he pissed somewhere other than his pants and out of anyone's line of sight.
He was alone enough that the latter need was at least being met, but he was having no luck with the former. There was nothing; no doors that lead to bathrooms, no plants of any sort, no out-of-place fountains, and no incredibly private windows. There was nothing, and he was running out of time.
He gave himself a squeeze through his pants, humiliated that he was put in a position where he had to do something like that. It didn't even matter that no one was there to see it, he still knew he was doing it and he also knew that if he stopped, he really would wet himself.
He stopped for a moment, trying to regain his composure. He could not keep walking around his a hand at his crotch. If he didn't hear someone coming, they could easily catch him in the act, and the situation would be incredibly obvious, immediately. He had to get this under control.
He tried crossing his legs, gripping himself and squirming in place, and this helped quite a bit, so he straightened back up and resumed walking. However, his new-found control did not last more than a few seconds, and his heart sped up in panic when he felt a large spurt escape.
His hand flew back down immediately, and he groaned when he made contact with the damp fabric. His pants were black, so they wouldn't show the spot well, but if it extended anymore, it would definitely be visible. And it was going to extend more, whether he wanted it to or not.
He had held too much and for too long, and another couple of spurts rushed out, his hand growing warmer and damper as they did. He could not move, stuck in place as his bladder gave up on him. It was too late; he was wetting himself.
Once he had resigned himself to that fact, he dropped his hand and quietly moaned in relief, not bothering to attempt to hold back anymore. He relaxed and closed his eyes, feeling the hot urine pour out of him, running down a leg and soaking his pants through. The splattering sound of piss hitting linoleum echoed through the empty hallway, and he wondered which unfortunate someone would have to clean his mess up, because it sure as hell wouldn't be him. He was getting the fuck out of here, just as soon as this was over and as quickly as possible.
It took quite some time for it to be over. His bladder had been filled beyond its typical capacities, and took a long time to empty out. Even as the last dribbles hit the floor, it still ached from being so stretched. The only sound that remained was that of Tony's breathing as he opened his eyes and looked down at the large puddle he stood in. As he had expected, the large wet spot on his pants was hard to see at first, but incredibly obvious once you had noticed it.
It was truly unbelievable, what had happened. He had really lost control like a child and wet himself, and though he knew it was true because he had all of the evidence before him, it was still something he found incredibly hard to believe. It more than just humiliating; it was mortifying, and he did not know how he had ever gotten to the point that he would do something like that.
But he had, and though it seemed like things could not get any more embarrassing for him, they most certainly could if anyone caught him like this. He had to come up with some way to get out of here and get home without anyone figuring out what he had done.
Being the genius he was, he had overcome a lot of challenges in his time, but this challenge seemed like it was going to be one of his hardest.
A/N: That's all the Tony for my batch of requests, but not forever. I've gotten some good prompts for him, and I guess I just can't stop this Stark-fest. How many times can I re-write him wetting himself? The world shall soon find out! |
My second story is a remake. You can find the original if you look for "the urge sarnia to stratford". Again improving suggestions are welcome.
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Jodie and Jessie in a car, waiting in line at a toll-booth. Both in their late twenties, wearing t-shirt and knee-length skirt.Jodie: I have to pee.Jessie: Me too, but I can hold it.Jodie: What does that mean? Do you think I can't hold my pee?Jessie: I just said I can hold it. That's all.Five minutes later.Jodie: Maybe we should pull over after we get by this customs guy. There’s the duty-free shop and it should have restrooms.Jessie: You’re driving. You decide. But you’ll have to shoot across all those lanes for the duty-free. Rows of cars, and they all want to cross the bridge. I don’t have to go that bad. I’m sure there’ll be somewhere we can stop on the way to Stratford.Jodie: Unfortunately, the large tourist rest area on the right is closed for renovation. Maneuver through five lanes of oncoming traffic or wait? I think we’ll wait.Jessie: Good idea. I don’t want you to bang up my car. We’ll be fine.30 minutes later. Jessie sitting upright, legs crossed, the right over the left, both hands between her thighs, her forearms between the lower seatbelt and her bladder bulge, her right foot moving in circles. Jodie squirming in her seat.Jodie: A fast-food restaurant.Jessie: I hate them. You know that I'm vegan, don't you? Besides, that little urge doesn't justify the trouble of getting off and back on that busy 402.Jodie: Another one. There are lots of them here.Jessie: Shut up.20 minutes later. Ceaseless crop fields already harvested for the season. Farmhouses, sheep, horses, cows. Jodie and Jessie now with desperate expressions, sometimes moaning, squirming.Jodie: I would enjoy this landscape even more, if my bladder wasn't so adamant about voiding.Jessie: I can’t believe there hasn’t been anywhere to stop this whole time. You’d think there’d be a store or something.Jodie: You’d think. Normally I like driving through the country. But this is ridiculous.They turn onto another highway, and approach the town of Nairn. Both now crotch-holding under their skirts. Jessie changing positions from time to time. Jodie with her chin closer to the steering wheel.Jodie: There are toilets, I'm sure.They pass by the sign marking Nairn’s outer border. A small church on one side of the road, a tractor outlet on the other, and then no more Nairn.Jessie with desperation in her voice: Where’s the rest of it?Jodie: What do I know?Jessie: But the GPS said Nairn. That town has to be there. Where the hell is it?Jodie angrily: We passed through it. That was it. Didn't you see the sign? We just passed through it. There is no more Nairn, okay? Whimpering, with a lower voice: Damn, I need the toilet.They turn onto yet another highway. Again, nothing but a sea of farmland. The wind starts to pick up, and the bare fields offer little shelter from its rage. Gusts of air, filled with dried sand from the plowed land, pelt the driver’s side of the car pushing it fiercely toward the graveled edge. Jodie yanks the car back in an effort to keep it on the pavement. Groaning from both women.Jessie: Could you please drive more carefully? I'm holding a tank full of pee. That's hard enough without these bounces.Jodie: Shut up. At least, you can cross you legs. I can't cross my legs, because I have to push down on the pedals.Jessie: You wanted to sit behind the wheel.Jodie: There would be more bounces, if you were the driver.Jessie: Shut up. My bladder feels like a big water melon.Jodie: Please, another topic! Thinks for a while. This wind is something else. Listen to that sand hitting your car. It can’t be good for your paint job.Jessie: I hope it doesn’t leave any marks on my baby.Five minutes later.Jessie: I can't hold it any longer.Jodie: But there is nowhere to go.Jessie: There’s the side of the road.Jodie: There’s no trees. Not even a bush. What about the other cars? What about our decency?Jessie: What decency? You want me to believe that you actually care what the other driver’s think about you?Jodie: Okay. Fine. What about the sand?Jessie after a groan: What does the sand have to do with it?Jodie: Can you not hear it pelting your car to death?Jessie: Yeah. My poor car. It is more important than my bladder. Jessie, how does the sand affect us peeing?!Jodie: Can you just imagine what that sand would do to our naked butts?Jessie: Like being sandblasted. Okay, I'll laugh about that later.Five minutes later.Jessie: Enough. Now I really have to go. I can't hold it any longer. I'm gonna wet my pants. Pull over! Now!Jodie staring out the windshield: LOOK! Look there, at the intersection of the two highways.Jessie: A gas station? Okay, a gas station. But I'm not sure if ...Jodie: Come on, pull yourself together. Keep clamping off. We're almost there.At high speed, they arrive at the gas station and find a parking spot 100 feet from the entrance. Strong wind. Nobody around. They get out of the car, but can't stand upright. Crotch-holding under their skirts, bending over, they hop against the wind towards the entrance. They bust through the door, Jodie first, Jessie behind her, desperation in their faces.Jodie: Restrooms are usually in the back. Passing shelves. There is the sign. It's here, Jessie.They stumble into the restroom containing one stall and a laundry-room tub as the sink. Jodie dances into the stall and shuts the door. A high-pitched grunt from inside, then peeing sounds and sighs of relief. Jessie does a frantic pee dance for half a minute, then hikes up her skirt, pulls her panties down and ...More than two minutes later: Jodie leaves the stall, panties in her hand, looks at Jessie who sits on the laundry-room tub, still peeing.Jessie: Shut up. There’s only one toilet.Jodie: I didn't intend to say anything. Throws her panties in a bin. I lost a few drops in the heat of the battle.Jessie finishes peeing, removes her panties from her ankles, wipes herself with them, throws them in the same bin. Me too. Did that happen to you before?Jodie: No, it was the first time. I hope it won't happen again. And you?Jessie: First time, too. Are we growing old? Old and incontinent?Jodie: Shut up. We'll have to take care of our skirts, because of the wind. And we should purchase something after using the restroom.They leave the restroom, pick out a few food items and head to the checkout counter. The clerk is a young man.Clerk: Why’d ya go into the men’s washroom?Jodie blushing: That’s the only restroom I saw.Clerk: The ladies' room is right there. Points to a little, blue sign with a person in a dress outlined on it located in the opposite corner.Jessie also red as a tomato: Oops. Sorry. At least no-one walked in on us.Clerk checking out the purchases: But you know the ladies' room has two stalls?Jessie glaring at Jodie: Two toilets. TWO TOILETS!Jodie: Is it my fault you didn’t look for the other bathroom?Jessie: You told me it was there. So I went there. By the way, what about our ... in the ...Jodie: Shut up. Lets take the stuff and get out of here.Later in the car.Jodie: Was that gas station a savior or what?Jessie: Beats getting our butts sandblasted on the side of the road.They both start laughing. At the same time, the clerk watches the recording of the security camera, commenting to himself on the desperate performance of the two ladies. Then he goes into the men's room, finds the stained panties and grins broadly.
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The salt smell in the air, sand, coarse and rough, sticking to any skin it came into contact with, a cool breeze blowing off the water. That's a beach for you, people flocked to them during the summer to absorb the sun's rays and swim in the water, it was fun. However, not all humans treated the ocean with the same innocence and reverence, because it has been used as a garbage dumping ground for decades. There have also been many incidents of large-scale oil spills causing damage to the marine ecosystems, pollution destroying coral reefs and endangering the species that relied on them, with overfishing things like sharks thrown in as well.
That's why the human civilization were long overdue for a squidvasion. Enter Squid Girl, messenger from the sea, appearing on the beaches of Japan to subdue mankind. She was mostly human from a cursory glance, but her blue hair was actually a mess of tentacles covered by a squid hat, and she could breathe underwater was well as on land. And she needed a base to call her own, with her sights set on the Lemon House by the Sea, a little beachside stand owned and run by the Aizawas, Chizuru, Eiko, and Takeru. Unfortunately, she had gotten a little carried away with a display of her squid power when she punched a hole in the wall, and now she had to work the damages off. Normally, she would not be intimidated by mere humans, but...it would not be in her best interest to piss Chizuru off, and she'd leave it at that.
Even being placed into forced servitude, Squid Girl didn't hate the Aizawas. They fed her, shrimp even, they couldn't be bad. Their biggest crime was holding her back, not allowing her to take her place as Earth's ruler, but they didn't do anything bad outside of Eiko hitting her a lot. They even let her move into their house while she was on land.
Or rather, she did. Before she had crossed a few boundaries with them by going into Chizuru's room that morning. She had hesitations about it, but she was a conqueror, she had the right to know what was being hidden from her. She just didn't expect Chizuru to find her, because she didn't hear her enter either. Technically, Chizuru never outright exiled her from the house, but she was not comfortable with the idea of being completely vulnerable during sleep when she could easily be attacked, so she was voluntarily spending the night at the Lemon.
There was just one flaw with her plan, one thing she really should have considered; the Lemon was boring when she was alone. She had no one to interact with, no one to terrorize, even the TV was broken. Yes, Squid Girl was the master of having fun by herself, but Eiko got mad at her when she played with the kitchen supplies. So she needed to find something that didn't involve someone else's property.
“Well then, I ink it's time for a swim in the sea,” she declared, grabbing her white dress and throwing it onto the serving counter, revealing the pure white one-piece swimsuit she always wore under her usual attire, befitting of an aquatic creature. She unlocked her anklets and laid them on the sand directly outside the building, right next to her boots that she also removed. Running down the beach, she jumped into the water with the extra help from the strength of her tentacles, disturbing the serenity of the ocean at night.
Squid Girl felt right at home in the water. Water was her home, yes, but it was just nice to cool off from the hot summers of Japan in the weightlessness of the ocean, even if that wasn't special since she could change her weight at will. Water also carried sound much farther than air did, so she felt in tune with the motions of the ocean and the ripples of sound waves from creatures a hundred nautical miles away. The moon was also reflecting off the surface and lighting up the night, Squid Girl thought that was pretty.
She could honestly stay there all night, when she didn't have to worry about drowning in her sleep (as Goro the lifeguard had “helpfully” reminded her drowning was not a threat), but she remembered; she was alone on the beach. During the day, everyone would shoo her away from her natural curiosities, preventing her from her scouting duties of observing human culture. But now, she had the whole place to herself, and she was going to take advantage of that opening.
But first, a quick stop back at the Lemon to gather supplies. Refreshments and a weapon. Emerging from the water just as she did in her introduction, she rushed back to the stand for things to make armaments. As the water dripped off her body, she rummaged through the cabinets and drawers for materials. Or she would be, if anything was unlocked. “What the squid is going on here? Does Eiko not trust me to not touch their things?” Yeah, that's exactly what she was doing, but that was going over her head at the moment.
“So I'm not getting my tentacles on anything to assert my dominance. That's fine, I don't need any human tools to rule this beach, my squid powers will be more than enough!” She placed her hands on her hips and stood triumphantly, jumping on a table and flailing her tentacles to intimidate her foes. It worked on Nagisa.
Squid Girl did her dance of preemptive victory, until she felt a small tingle a little below her stomach. “Oop, I have to tinkle a squiddle bit.” She did a little bouncing on her heels to really drive the point home. “I should go use the potty in the back before I subjugate humanity. I can't be a slave master with a full bladder.” Jumping off the table, she made her way out of the building and around the back, a noticeable stiffness in her walk.
Squid Girl made it behind the shack, a narrow gap between the concrete barrier holding the road next to the beach up and the wooden wall of the stand. The more private area housed two showers for beachgoers to wash the salt water off and two single-stall toilets/changing rooms, one for each gender. Obviously, she reached for the girl's room handle and pulled it, only for it to give a centimeter before refusing to budge any further.
“Huh? What the squid is going on here?” She gave the handle a few more tugs, but it still would not open. Curiosity coursing through her mind, she slowly tried the same thing with the boy's door, and to her dismay, she received the same result. It couldn't be a stuck door on both of them, that was statistically improbable, which meant...”Why the squid is everything locked? Didn't they know I was going to be staying here tonight?”
Now Squid Girl was trotting in place, her need getting more urgent, and she looked at the doors again with a different mind's eye. They, much like the housing around them, were made of a thin and flimsy wood, weak enough that her tentacles could easily break it. And she was prepared to do just that, she adjusted her weight with her bracelets to give her grounding and pulled her tentacles back for elastic tension, and was about to release the trigger, until a vision flashed before her eyes. It was nothing more than Chizuru's face, her normally closed eyes staring into her very soul. That was all Squid Girl needed to see to never try this idea. She was already trapped here because of a broken wall, who knows how much longer her sentence would be with a door?
“What are they expecting me to do all night if I don't have a bathroom? I need one now!” She needed an idea soon, because she was getting close to the point of being considered “desperate”. She panicked, she could not come up with anything. Back when she lived in the ocean, using the water was the solution, the way things were done, but now she had heard humans be berated for dirtying the water by doing the same thing. With that knowledge, Squid Girl couldn't bring herself to do it, no matter how commonplace it was before she came to the surface.
“Wait, why am I so worried,” Squid Girl asked aloud. “I can't let my need to piddle get the better of me, I need to be composed to be accepted as the supreme ruler. I just have to hold it until morning, that can't be too hard.” She said it, but she didn't believe it. There was no choice, she had to be strong, even if her tentacles were acting on their own and meandering their way to between her legs to aid in the holding.
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An hour later, Squid Girl was stationed on Goro's lifeguard chair to oversee her kingdom, but she was not comfortable. Normally, she'd be active and loud declaring herself superior to humans and bringing as much attention to herself as she could. Instead, she was quiet as a fish, her left leg tightly crossed over the right one, two tentacles pressing right below the waist with a third rubbing her stomach, and her hands gripping the armrests of the chair to bear the pain. There was no denying it, she needed a bathroom really soon, it would be impossible to wait until morning.
“I can't hold it anymore, I need to go right now,” she cried out with no sense of modesty. If it wasn't nighttime, someone would be looking at her strangely. Maybe they were, it really wasn't that late, the sun had only been down for a little bit, all the more reason for Squid Girl to doubt her abilities. Well, at least her bathroom abilities.
She was hurrying, though she didn't know where she could go, and she jumped from the chair's height in her haste. That was a bad idea, as she realized when her feet met the sand with a shock. She had turned her weight down from earlier, but not to a low enough level that she wouldn't feel the impact. Her teeth clenched together as she shook in the torment her body was imposing on her, forcing her to fall to her knees and press twelve appendages into her crotch to hold on to the best of her abilities, because she needed the help. “Agh...I gotta go I gotta go I gotta go I gotta go!”
Squid Girl trembled and cried, and it looked like she was going to fail. She couldn't see it, but she certainly felt the moisture building on her palms and the heads of her tentacles. She gripped harder, hurting herself even more, for the tiny hope it would help even the slightest. And she had pleased some deity, because it succeeded. Obviously, her condition was still critical, but she had some time now and she couldn't waste it. Carefully, she used two of her tentacles to stand her up, some of the sand on her legs falling off while the rest remained stuck to her skin. There was no subtlety (not that she ever had any), she was just running as fast as she could back to the Lemon with her hands between her thighs and her tentacles flailing, shouting “I'm gonna leak!”
Somehow, she made it into the alcove where the washclosets were without further incident, but she still had the major issue of the locked door. She hadn't thought of what she would do at this point, it was still a very big dead end. All she could do was pound on the door and yelling through tears, “Please open up! I can't hold it anymore, I need to go right now!”
The thought of busting the door open occurred to her again, and it was a lot more tempting this time around, but she still couldn't bring herself to do it. Even in the midst of an emergency, she couldn't face Chizuru's fury. Her ire was worse than any accident she could have, no matter how much was about to pour out of her, and it really was about to. Squid Girl was just waiting for it to happen, holding it off as long as she could manage, even if the result would be the same.
Her current location was not even close to helping. Yeah, the knowledge that there was just a piece of wood between her and a toilet was terrible, but it was also horrible to see the shower heads just above her squid hat a few feet to her side. She had never used the showers when their purpose was to wash the ocean water she so enjoyed off, but she knew what they did from observation, and all she could picture right now was the streams of water running out and splashing off the wooden flooring, soaking into the sand just behind it. A slight whine echoed in her throat and mouth as she was forced to think about the shower and couldn't get it out.
“The shower...it uses water, it's a private place in the house, I can use it the same way as a potty!” It was a stretch of logic, totally, but having a bladder really about to explode means less decision making when relief is on the table. If she had full mental capacities, she also would have objected on the basis of there being no ceiling, anyone leaning over the railing for the road could see her and know exactly what she was doing, and there wasn't any shortage of people out at this time of the night in a town like this. But too late, she was already reaching up to her shoulders and pulling the straps of her one piece swimsuit down her arms one at a time, letting gravity pull it to her ankles, tentacles moving out of the way one at a time once it had reached the critical spot just above the legs, and lifting one foot out to let the other kick the suit somewhere else. Didn't matter if she was in a public location, she was nude now and didn't care.
There was no time to waste, Squid Girl was under the shower head in a mere second. She wasn't going to do anything special or fancy, she just spread her feet apart a little to keep the path from her privates open as she faced the wall, and let her throbbing bladder have its release. She sighed and moaned, making a broken-up sound in the exhalation as a thick stream of black ink poured from her squiddie parts onto the comparatively soft wood beneath her feet, the force providing a natural forward arc. Yeah, ink, same as all of her other bodily fluids. She couldn't be entirely sure, but Squid Girl theorized this was not the case for humans, seeing as they referred to their business as “pee”, a term she had never heard before reaching the surface. Also, Eiko yelled at her for staining the inside of the toilet black, so human pee couldn't be as thick.
Now was not the time to think about that kind of thing, of course. She was far too busy enjoying herself splattering ink all over the shower's terrain. Not just because it was her bursting bladder emptying itself which felt so incredibly good, probably better than it had ever felt because she had never held it for so long, but she was also marking her territory. “This is it, now I'm making finway on my squidvasion! They can't argue my status here, I've made it mine!” She began imagining becoming dictator of any place she made hers through these means...except for Chizuru, who made her clean it all up. “Never mind, I won't do that!”
On the track of the negatives of what she was doing, she was paranoid of being seen. She quickly jerked her head around to both sides and above to check for peepers. No one, thankfully, but she was aware she needed to be more careful. She was also thinking about what the people she knew would do if they saw her. Not just her closest friends, either. “Ew, Cindy would want a sample. Sanae would too.” She shivered at that thought, it was very terrifying.
It was better to just focus on the task she had her tentacles on. And her ink was just about running out, the stream was losing power and sputtering some, sending tiny droplets out further to the sides. She let out a deep breath one last time for final relief as it died off completely, dripping a little directly below her. Nothing a quick shake of her hips wouldn't fix. “Now I just have to wash it off, and I'll be in the clear.” She reached a tentacle to the shower's water control, and turned it clockwise to activate.
Nothing came out. A little confused, she turned it back and forth multiple times, getting no better results. “It's not working! Did they turn this off too?!” Squid Girl was scared, she was sure to be punished if this was discovered, she had to get rid of any evidence. She took a few running steps towards the front, until she remembered she was still naked. Stretching her tentacles out, she pulled her swimsuit back and jumped into it, only taking the time to adjust it correctly before bolting inside, paying no mind to the little squish of the inky stain she made, a solid black splotch on the perfect white attire.
Only once she was in the room did she remember, everything was locked, she couldn't get to any of the cleaning supplies. That wasn't going to deter her, she ran to the sink and turned its faucets, cupping her hands under it to catch the water. The sink wouldn't turn on either, no matter how much she begged. “No no no no no! Please turn on, there's a big mess to clean up!” She leant into the sink her head sideways just a few inches from the spigot. “Please, ink stains things really easily! I need to clean it now, I can't wait until morning!” Still nothing, of course.
While it was hard to do in such a panicked state, Squid Girl needed a source of water. This never would have been a problem if she had stayed in the ocean and...”Ocean, that's it!” She was not wasting time, she ran back out into the night, grabbing as much water in her cupped hands as she could and ran back to the shower. Her tentacles didn't have the grip to carry water.
As careful as she could manage to not spill any of it, she reached her mess, which already looked to be soaking into the wood. She opened her hands and dropped the water onto the ink. Obviously, that wasn't enough, but she got down and started scrubbing with the heads of her tentacles. It would have gone a lot better with a brush. By the time she had used up all the water, most of the ink was still there, so she had to run back to the ocean and grab another handful.
About five runs later, Squid Girl was tired. The ink had barely been cleaned, but she was breathing heavy with a thumping heartbeat, up to her knees in the water. “I...I can't do this...anymore. I need to...rest.” She flopped onto her back and closed her eyes, intending to catch her breath before continuing. She wasn't a girl that would leave a job half-finished...at least if her life was on the line for it.
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“Hey, Squid Girlie! Wake up!”
Squid Girl was jolted by the shouting, and she looked up to find the source. Daybreak happened in her sleep, and Takeru was waving an arm in the air, his other hand next to his mouth to amplify the sound. She could also see Eiko standing in the shade inside the Lemon. But no Chizuru, and while that seemed like it should have been a relief, Squid Girl was not comfortable when Chizuru was not directly in her sight.
She didn't remain hidden for long, as Chizuru poked her head out from behind the building. “Squid Girl, can you come back here for a second?”
Squid Girl started an unassuming swim back, before she realized; she never finished her washing, and now she had been discovered. She took a large gulp of fear, but continued forward. She would take her punishment, nothing less would be befitting of a future ruler.
Once she was face to face with Chizuru, she couldn't keep eye contact, even when Chizuru didn't open her eyes. There was no hiding it, she was afraid. Still, Chizuru spoke while pointing to the still there and still obvious ink. “Squid Girl, do you know anything about this mess?” Her tone was soft, but the words still bore into Squid Girl's soul.
She couldn't take the pressure. Squid Girl fell to her knees, clasping her hands in front of her face and repeatedly bowing. “I'm sorry, Chizuru, I couldn't help it! I had to go really bad, the bathrooms were locked, and the shower and the sink didn't work either! I tried washing it off with ocean water, but it was taking so long because everything else was locked and I couldn't get a bucket or anything so I had to use my hands to get the water but I got tired and fell asleep! I'll clean it now, I promise!”
Chizuru looked between Squid Girl and her mess a few times. She seemed sincere, but Chizuru needed to know if Squid Girl was telling the truth, so she pulled the handle to the nearest bathroom door. It didn't open. She also turned the handle on the shower, and no water came out. “Everything should have been open, we knew you were staying here last night. Eiko, did you lock everything up before we left yesterday?”
There was a second of silence before Eiko responded, quieter than she should have been to ensure she was heard. “Yeah, I did. Forgot that Squid Girl wasn't coming with us. What did she do?”
“Just come back here with a bucket and soap, turn the water on too! There's a mess that needs to be cleaned up! You don't have to worry about it, Squid Girl. I'm sorry that you had to do this.”
Squid Girl was in shock. Chizuru was showing mercy, that's something she couldn't have predicted. But she still needed to answer, lest she incur wrath now. “Y-yeah, it was really bad. I swear, I didn't want to do it, I didn't have a choice anymore.”
“I believe you. Let's just get the Lemon ready for opening.” Eiko appeared from the corner with a bucket. Squid Girl walked past her, and right as Chizuru passed Eiko, she whispered, “Just don't think about what it is, it'll be easier that way.” |
Amara walked down the office halls holding her refilled cup of coffee. Amara was wearing white top with grey pants. She went into her office and started browsing through the web until she got a call from the front desk. "You have a client," a male worker said. Amara sighed, "Send them in," she hung up and minimized the tabs she was looking at. There was a knock on the door. "Come in," Amara called out. "Hello, how are you? You may have a seat," a couple walked in.
"Hello," the lady spoke. "I am here in regards of my credit. For the past weeks, someone has been using my card number and purchasing items I certainly didn't buy." It seemed forever to Amara but finally the problem has been solved and it was the end of her shift. Again she went to refill her coffee for the road. "Bye Joe, see you tomorrow," she waved and went into her car. Amara drank her coffee as she drove. Passing by a nearby store, she realized she did need a few things so she stopped.
Amara knew the store had a coffee machine, and as for her, she is a sucker for coffee. She refilled it and got the things she needed. Amara threw her cup away on her way to the cash register. "That'll be $8.29" the cashier told her. She fumbled through her wallet trying to find an even $20, however she didn't. Amara panicked. Realizing, she had their card giving her a discount. "Thank you," Amara handed the card to the woman. "With you discount it will give you $6.29," she handed back the card. She got out a five and a few more coins.
Amara got the bags and put it on the passenger seat and continued her journey. At the light, she got a text for her job friend Mandy saying if she could please get her the groceries listed and she will pick them up and pay her back. Amara wasn't big on saying no, so she did. She turned back to the store and got milk, wine, whole wheat bread, and butter. Again went to the cash register and paid.
She got back in her car and started to get a tickle in her bladder alerting her she would need a bathroom soon. After the two stops, she didn't want to go stop at a gas station. Plus she had been working for 10 hours. All she wanted to do was snuggle in bed and sleep. Home wasn't until another 6 miles. Amara stayed positive, but in the meantime she struggled not being able to cross her legs slightly because she needed the pedal.
Amara slightly bent forward and started to drive with one hand. Other right hands was driving and her left held her crotch. Suddenly, her car slowed down and sank. Amara got out to see a nail was stuck to her front tire. Alone, she got her car to the side of the rode and rummaged through her purse looking for a card for the car dealership. As she look she bent down and crossed her legs. A few time held her crotch to make sure none of that coffee she drank escaped from her bladder. She finally found it.
"Hello?" A man answered on the phone.
"Hi, I um, I am on rode 66 and my car has a flat tire. Can you tow it?"
"You're nearby! Of course, we'll be right there!"
Amara hung up. She shifted from foot to foot. With the door open, she sat on the front seat with her legs double crossed. About ten minutes later of struggling, she saw a tow truck heading her way. "Is that your vehicle?" A man pointed to the truck.
"Yes."
"We will tow it. Hop on."
Amara got on the passenger seat and waited for them to finish attaching her car. At least here she could cross her legs as much as she wanted. Amara was impressed how long she maintained control. They arrived in about seven minutes. They were right, they were nearby. "We will take it from here, you can have a seat in that waiting room," the man pointed to a room with the door open were another man sat the desk with two people fooling around with their mobile phones. Amara staggered her way and asked the guy on the desk, "sorry to bother you, sir. But do you have a bathroom?" "Sorry to you, doll but the closest bathroom is a block away.
Amara nodded and sat down crossing her legs. "What kind of place doesn't have a bathroom?" She thought. The men finished in a minute, besides, it was only pumping air. Before she knew it she was back on the rode- still at the edge of desperation. Home was still 5 1/2 miles from there. Amara drove cautiously. A small spurt came out of her, Amara held her crotch. It tingled, she had no choice but to cross her legs.
She was so hooked up on her first spurt that she didn't notice she already passed 5 miles. She only had half a mile to carve and she would be home. Her thighs were trembling. She was starting to feel like loosing control, but urged herself not to. Just with one little spurt she already felt the wetness on her seat. Amara's thighs Jiggled up and down. Soon she spurted again. Amara bit her lip, she was already in her neighborhood, she could make it.
She parked her car and rushed to the door. Amara turned the door knob, it was locked. She fumbled with it and started to leak. Amara looked inside her purse swiftly looking for her keys. When she found it she tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. She started to bounce and cross her legs. "Come on you stupid thing," she muttered. Finally the door opened. She remembered the groceries so she left the door open and quickly unlocked her car. As she was walking back she leaked again. Amara walked even faster and placed them on the kitchen table.
Amara leaked again and started to leave a trail behind her. She held her crotch and went up the stairs slowly. On the third step she bent down holding her crotch tightly letting out another spurt. Though her pants were practically soaked, she was still outrageously full. Amara tried going a little faster but she couldn't. She was in too much pain. Every step she spurt. Amara reached the last step and rushed to the toilets. She forgot that her brother Victor was staying with her as he was visiting. She knocked on the door and held her crotch.
"Victor, I need to go!"
"I am in the shower, wait five minutes!"
"Victor!" She banged the door as a leak escaped her. Her fingers got damp. She went up the other stairs to the other bathroom. She kept spurting every step. On the second step she let out a few leaks and was starting to decrease her pain. Amara kept walking up the stairs and held her crotch with her wet fingers. Finally about to open the door, her pee escaped her rapidly. "No," Amara moaned. Softly she cried and looked at her damp pants. Victor came out a saw the wet trail. "Amara?" He called. He went up he stairs and saw her pants damp and her crying. "Victor!" She hid herself behind the stair handle. "It's okay, accidents happen," Victor soothed her. Amara smiled and hugged him.
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Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it, I enjoyed writing it. |
I am going to start an experimental group of short stories to try and help keep my writing skills and creativity up since I'm not doing any writing with my projects in a while.
= INTRO - How this works
"Ambiguous Shorts" is going to be a series of usually unrelated short stories in which I write out the details of events, take requests and suggestions for the next story, but ultimately leave out certain details about the characters. This I figured would allow the readers to fill in the blanks with their own ideas without having to conform to concrete information. For example: hair color, age, height, weight, breast size, etc. would all never be mentioned and usually shouldn't matter.
The only thing that would be set is gender (sometimes). Most of the situations should be broad enough in topic to cover multiple preferences.
So these stories will be "original fiction" (meaning not fan fiction). Here's the first I thought of.
== DEEP INTO THE WOODS ==
"Maybe she'd like to come? Hey! We're going to a really cool place! Wanna come?"
Mallory was the youngest. She was the newest. She wanted to be "in". But such a psychological social requirement that required following the crowd of the natives. She was expressive and curious, and recently moved cities. She was wearing light-blue bell bottoms. Not big over-sized 70's kind, a more modern taste style with slick but cute pink-faded flares. The shape of her jeans around her waist was form-fitting and a bit tight. Why? For the boys? For the fashion? Both?
Mallory was from further south and so the move across several states to a colder clim meant she was awkwardly dressed with a long sleeve white shirt and a small denim overcoat. The other girls were in shorts and sandals while Mallory had sneakers and long thin grey socks.
This group of girls, three in total, were accompanied by 2 attractive boys. The guys had promised the group to lead them to a special spot deep into the woods. They met up in the late afternoon behind the apartments Mallory lived at. And Mallory was honestly on her way home from a trip to the basketball court up the street for the bathroom. So she already had to go for some time when the invitation was struck.
What do I do? Mallory thought. I have to go, and I should know better than to wander off out there, but they actually invited me! I can't pass this up. I'll look like a little kid if I tell them to wait for me.
While she was pondering if she should lie about wanting to grab her phone first (which she already had), they were already headed in that direction.
"Hey! Wait up! Sure, I'll come!"
Mallory bound over the parking lot and made her way to a broken part of the fence they used as access. It shouldn't be far, and sure, she could hold it for awhile. Not like she was desperate or anything anyway.
They walked down a steep, leaf-coated hill and were talking and laughing. Mallory felt a little sheepish that she wasn't in on the conversation or jokes and so continued on in silence as she hugged herself from a cool wind. She hadn't had the chance to meet any guys yet either, so this was a good opportunity. She listened intently to see if any of the accompanying girls were girlfriends, picking up on cues from body language.
One of the boys burped up loudly and as the other laughed at him the girls did too, one of the blondes pushing him on the shoulder away in playful disgust. But this only encouraged him as he sucked in his chest and tried to go louder.
Mallory decided that wasn't attractive in the least, but she did admire the sudden, random outburst. Through the interaction she learned that the two were siblings, clearly evident by their matching hair color and a few facial features. But she couldn't wait any longer. "How long have you known each other?" She pressed for answers as much to satisfy her own curiosity as much as to distract her from her bladder.
Mallory noticed as the rest of them did that the bustling sound of the street traffic dwindled in the distance to inaudible as they were swallowed up by the forestry. Any hope of turning back was lost now--there was no way she would be able to get back.
They walked on for a playfully slow twenty minutes and still were not at the destination. And everyone was enjoying the time it took to get there. Like a road trip, the travelling was half the fun. The other boy, Jacob, was not in any relationship and seemed more attentive to her. While his friend didn't seem interested at all in girls, Jacob might have. But she felt disadvantaged: the other named McCoy, his sister knew Jacob for well over two years at least.
Another ten minutes and one of the other girls finally asked the question. "How far are we going? Are we just walking in circles?"
Everyone thought that was funny, but Mallory had to fake a laugh. To her it was serious. If they were already nearly thirty minutes out, there was at least thirty minutes back. Maybe they were taking a long shortcut to some mall or shopping area that would have a bathroom?
They emerged into some sort of clearing overseeing a trickling, muddy creek. And the place of interest was immediately apparent. An old shack, a trailer home, a shed and a sagging barn surrounded by cars. There was junk everywhere--a hoarders paradise.
"We found an upper level," McCoy said as he was the first to enter.
"Maybe we shouldn't enter," Jacob's sister said rubbing her arms when she realized there was a poor-conditioned fence and barbed wire surrounding the area.
"We've been here lots of times," Jacob assured as he ran down. "There's a lot of cool stuff out here!"
The other two girls were giggling as they raced for the barn. Mallory and Jacob's sister looked at each other. Mallory was in fidgeting mode, stepping her feet close together pretending to be cold, rubbing her thighs together slightly but shrugged and went in after them.
"Come on!" One of the girls said as she was trying to push the barn's door open. The two boys helped and the rickety wood creaked and unwillingly shook to the side, allowing the light to pool in, bathing the mound of miscellaneous collections. Toys. Clothes. Cages. Books. Memorabilia. Trinkets. Magazines. Gadgets. Weapons. Furniture. Tools. Accessories of all kinds.
"Whoa!" they all gasped. Even Mallory, who didn't care for collections was interested in history and hobbies and admitted that even a painful bladder in the end was certainly worth the trip. They began to dig through.
"Hey! I've got an idea," Jacob announced. "Let's see who can find the oldest thing in here!"
Like the others, Mallory went straight away, bending down though trying to lock her legs together, to excavate through the piles. "Here!" She said exclaiming holding up an old car horn.
"Nah," Jacob said with the wave of a hand. The casual castaway gesture caused Mallory to swell with determination and she tossed the horn aside and began to diligently pick through, walking over things she knew were more modern than others.
Of course there was no way for any of them to currently verify how old anything was, or even what everything was they touched. But that didn't stop them from trying. And whenever one of them found a treasure that was of great interest or age, it further inspired the others to try all the harder, including Mallory.
But time dragged on, and she was beginning to feel the need for more than a fidget. It was getting hard to bend down, the tightness of her jeans around her waist pressing on her bladder. So she eventually just unbuttoned the top and continued. Mallory recalled that while at the basketball court she had brought a large water bottle with her to drink and all of it was long gone before she started the trek into the forest. This barring the fact she hadn't actually peed since before lunch--a good four and half hours ago.
Mallory knew it was impossible to get them started on heading back now without a good legitimate reason, and telling them because she had to pee just seemed too childish. Claiming that she was hungry (which was a bit true) would only cause for casual delay since that wasn't very important of a matter but she tried anyway.
"Hey you guys. I'm getting kinda hungry."
"Oh, great, me too!" Jacob exclaimed as he jumped off a set of stairs.
"Yeah, I could use a snack or something," one of the other girls agreed.
Mallory sighed with relief.
"Ah, cool," McCoy slung off the small leather bag from his shoulders as he winked at Mallory, "because I brought these!" And he pulled out a few sandwiches, squeeze-pouch drinks and crisp bars.
The group nearly jumped on him in excitement. He prided himself. "Yeah, I told my Mom we were all going out and she suggested I bring this stuff. Cool or what?"
Mallory sank and gingerly walked over and took a bar and sat down to eat. An arm holding out a squeeze-pouch drink eased up over her shoulder in front of her. She looked up and saw McCoy grinning. "Here. You can get thirsty eating that stuff."
She mumbled a thanks and as she ate the candy protein bar realized he was right. After she finished it Mallory's throat couldn't help it and after a dry cough she obeyed her body's need and drank the whole thing in as few gulps as possible in hopes to just get it over with.
The group continued their scavenger hunt but eventually died off the competition as they were just looking at neat things. Mallory realized the others had actually planned on doing this and had all likely gone to the bathroom just prior to this.
"I'm going to go look at some of the stuff outside," she announced quietly. She made her way out of the barn and began walking in a zigzag pattern, trying to wander away from the barn. Mallory hoped she could sneak off and perform a quick and private pee just outside. She noticed McCoy look out from the barn and so she ducked behind a car. If I pee right here, right now, fast enough, I can be done with it. She got on her knees and began to unzip her bell bottoms.
They were stuck.
She cursed and flitted as she jerked at them. But after a short bit of struggling a loud clang and she shot up a glance with a startle. Psst.
Luckily she didn't actually manage to start peeing because McCoy, who was now looking over her shoulder, would be watching her do so, but she paid for it with a little pee spasm.
McCoy stood there awkwardly for a second. "Oh there you are. Did you find anything?"
Mallory wondered if he was just being polite or if he was really ignorant of the situation. She looked out in front of her. "Oh yeah, this old sign," she lied. "I was wondering if I could pick it up or not." Mallory appeared distracted but noticed he was staring at her. She couldn't figure out why but wasn't sure if she should blush in embarrassment, laugh with giddy attraction or feel somewhat creeped out.
But they both seemed to pretend to be interested in the old sign when Mallory noticed again he kept looking at her almost strangely. She smiled. "What?"
"Oh, sorry, it's just--I think you're pretty."
Mallory blushed as she kicked a right leg behind her and began wobbling it around behind her. "Thank you." She nervously began stretching the hem of the long sleeves to her thin white shirt and upon looking down just only then noticed that the bluish designs and outline on her bra were noticeable. She gasped with laughter and pulled back, covering up her chest with her elbows. Was that what he was looking at the whole time? Perhaps getting warmed up out here in these long clothes was making her sweat a bit.
They talked as they walked along the edges of the junkyard when Mallory grew intensely desperate. She was breathing rapidly, hissing every now and then and was unable to stand still, holding her hands down and slightly tucked between her thighs.
McCoy leaned over. "Are you OK?"
Mallory bit her lip and scrunched her eyebrows. "No, I actually have to go to the bathroom." It was painfully embarrassing but also painfully true.
McCoy grinned. "Have you ever wet yourself before?"
"Do what?"
He gazed off in the distance hands in his pockets. "You heard me."
Mallory crossed her legs and rubbed her thighs. "Once when I was really little."
"Do you think you'll make it? It's at least thirty minutes back you know."
Mallory hissed as she turned back. "Oh, I hope so."
"What would your folks think if you got back home having wet your pants?"
"I have no idea, but it would be soooo embarrassing." Why so much interest in me peeing?
"Well, if you don't think you could make it, the best thing to do is," he shrugged and flapped his arms out, "enjoy it. My family isn't going to be home all day so if you pee your pants, you can come to my home and get washed there. I mean, pee is actually sterile, meaning, there's no germs or anything in it so all you would have to do is just get a bunch of water..." He paused and pointed over at the creek. "Over there. There's some water. We can say we went over there and you slipped and fell. Come on!"
Mallory was stunned. She didn't know what to do, and her thoughts couldn't keep up with the information. She stumbled as she dumbly followed him into the creek-like ravine. And as she got in, she realized the gentle sound of the running, trickling water was making her feel worse.
"Uhhhhmm..." she was really rubbing her legs now and marching in place, and less timid about jamming a hand in her crotch. "I don't know, I don't really want to pee in my pants..."
"Come on," McCoy said with a wink. "You can risk having an accident on the way back if you like, but I don't think they'll be ready to leave for another hour or so."
"An... hour...?"
"Yeah, doesn't look like you'll make it. So you're basically going to pee in your pants anyway. You might as well just relax and do it. It will feel better too I bet."
Mallory bit her lip. "I don't know..."
"Well," he sat on a rock, "if you change your mind."
She turned around. "Couldn't I just... go... in the creek? You know, without... you watching... me?"
McCoy shrugged. "With your stuck zipper?"
Mallory blushed. Oh yeah.
McCoy stood up and walked over to her. "I'll make you a deal. If I help you unzip your zipper, you pee in front of me."
Mallory tilted her head back ajar and made a face.
"Well then," he slapped his thighs, "You can go ahead and pee in your pants then."
As Mallory stood there, turning in a circle, she grabbed her zipper and began fighting and fiddling with it when another spasm spit more pee into her ice blue panties. She crossed her legs and bent over and tried unzipping all the harder but it was really stuck. The prospect of her peeing with her clothes on like a baby was becoming a reality she was beginning to face. She realized by now that he was right. She wasn't getting any less desperate.
She threw her arms in frustration and marched in circles, grabbing a hold of her crotch trying to figure out what to do. She finally put her fingers to her face and with a gulp and a nod she gave in. "Ok. Help me, I don't want to hold it anymore."
McCoy stood from his rock and bent down. "Ok, but you're going to have to stand still for me to do this. And keep your legs apart."
She winced at the demand but obeyed, doing her best to stand still for him as he struggled to get a good grip. Mallory was trembling and fidgeting all the more, desperate to not have an early release.
"Wow," he said with a huff, "that's really stuck!" He pulled up his fingers and shook them. "Ouch." He shrugged with open hands.
"Do you... do you want me to wet my pants?" Mallory asked.
"Maybe."
"Ewu! Gross! Why?"
McCoy kicked the ground. "I think pee makes a girl who is pretty become beautiful. I don't know what it is, I just like it."
She had locked her legs together and folded them over her right hand on the crotch of her bell bottoms. She was shivering badly, lips quivering at her impending doom. Everything seemed hopeless, she wanted to cry. "i don't know... I don't know what to do."
McCoy raised an eyebrow and then walked up to hug her, rubbing her back and feeling the bra strap. "I know its hard. And maybe it shouldn't happen. But you can either fight it and have a miserable time peeing your pants and everyone knows, or you can make lemonade out of the lemons life gives you."
She smiled. It was kind of funny to her. But still she couldn't do it.
"No, I just want to go back home."
McCoy turned around. "Sure. Go ahead. Good luck though, hope you remember how to get back."
She started after him but Mallory felt another tinge in her ice blue panties and paused, halfway done climbing up over the rocks. Her left knee was resting on a patch of moss-covered rock with her right ready to stand her up but she felt that, in that awkward position, if she moved pee would start coming out uncontrollably.
"McCoy!"
He peered out over the ravine. "Yeah?"
"I'm stuck. If I move, I might pee myself. I have to go so bad!"
McCoy climbed down beside her and began rubbing her back. "Just do it. If you make yourself do it, trust me, it won't feel so bad."
Mallory slowly inched her arms away from the rising rock to a lower one, almost on all fours. While trembling and shaking, she wiggled her twitching hand down and held onto the faintly wet crotch of her tight bell bottoms.
McCoy looked at her bent-over position. "If you stay like that, you might pee all over your shirt." He began, without permission, to lift up the bottom of her shirt up her back. "Unless you want pee all over your pants and your shirt. You know?"
Her lips were quivering as her body shook like a nervous rattlesnake's tail. He grabbed her trembling left arm and gently pried it away from her crotch up on the rocky ground in front of her and peeled her shirt back. Tears were trying to well up in her eyes, cheeks flushed hot with red. He pulled her shirt back past her bra line, getting a clear sight of it against the skin of her back. He kept pulling it till it was hanging over her elbows.
Still shaking violently, Mallory eased her arms willingly and grabbed her shirt. She couldn't believe it. There was this boy she had a slight crush on, looking at her in her bra while she was shaking in front of him bent over because she was fixing to pee in her pants.
Mallory pulled a hand up to her face, flexed every muscle in her body... and willfully shoved a hot steaming stream of pee into her clothes. With a slight uttered cough she forced more than released. Her breathing slowed, her heart pounded hard. She lowered her head and with her hair raggedly hanging over her she looked down to watch.
She felt the sensation first, the heavy stream hissing out of her crotch at a high velocity, practically ignoring her ice blue panties and filling up in the crotch of her light-colored denim of her bell bottoms. It swelled and held suspended around the front of her waist, her stuck golden zipper becoming wet. She felt it wash and seep around her bum sticking up and out, dark tendrils shooting out from the origin like a clawed fiend reaching out from his cage and peering out as the darkness became heavy. It then faltered as the claws of darkness fell and the whole image forming around the seam of her bum wept downwards.
It was only several seconds that an onrushing torrent like a fresh young waterfall pushing aside boulders as it made out along her pants, shattering the pee to the dusty rocks below and sharing the warmth that pooled between her knees. Pee was streaming out from the rounded tip of her button on her tight-formed waist, gushing out from her crotch and down along her pants, it was falling everywhere. But it didn't stop there.
The edge of her ice blue pantie line rimming her waist also got very wet, and with a slight bit of horror Mallory felt it, the claws reaching out to her tummy and teasing her belly button. It came out more as she forced it hard a second time to hurry the flow to finish. But this only caused those warm tickling claws to extend even further. She gave up and bend down, resting her forehead on the rock, eyes closed. She allowed the bits of pee snaking down her stomach to finally just start pouring as a flood down around her stomach and start wetting her white and bluish-teal bra.
She peed and peed forever, rivers forming all over her body it seemed, her knees were very wet from the weeing between them as the rock gathered up the puddles from the low places and gave way to puddles. These puddles were making their way into the baggy pinkish hems of her bell bottoms, getting even her shins wet. As they grew and saturated the surface of the rock and her hems, tapping and splashing with the pee from around her zipper to create a lake that was now making thin waterfalls of its own down the sides of the rocks beneath her.
And the worst sensation was feeling it pooling in her bra and getting it wet, all because she was in such a miserable spot. McCoy gratefully drank in every detail.
When Mallory was finally finishing, everything about her was soaked. Pee had run down all the way along her ribs, got her bra cupped with dampness, and her jeans were so drenched in pee they were glistening as she was still releasing the last bits of her bladder's contents out. Her heavy breathing gave way to squealing, squeaking moans of a mouse.
But perhaps the weirdest sensation of it all was McCoy who was rubbing her back while she was still peeing her last.
"Are you done?"
She was still, stiff, and sniveling. Mallory didn't know what to think. She continued wheezing her squeaking breaths, feeling the unusual dampness all over her body and was quite relieved.
"Feel better now I bet. You'll fit right in."
She slowly propped her arms on the rock and was content to just moan and bury her face in her folded arms. But McCoy stood her up to get a full view of her wetness up-and-down. He led her to the creek and got her to lay down on her side. Using his hands he cupped the water from the creek and poured it down all over her pants, stomach and chest. He even put his hands with one trip of water right up against her bra and let it soak through.
"The rest of us are interested in pee games like that," McCoy said at last. "On the Internet they call it 'watersports'. There's a place, a forum even of people, called omorashi where they talk about it all the time!"
"R-r-really?" Mallory asked looked up at him with a cutely innocent face.
"Yeah. To us, Jacob and the gang, we sort of find this thing fun. Of course, the girls usually wet but we do it too."
"Y-y-you mean... you guys... pee your pants for fun?"
McCoy laughed. "Yeah. The first is always the hardest, but after awhile, you start to see how fun it is. Come on..." he grinned wide as he put his face close to hers, "you have to admit, it felt good didn't it?"
Mallory spun her mind around her thoughts and sat up, feeling her over-soaked bra and looking at her pants. "Yeah, it kind of did."
Edited July 28, 2015 by Slater
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After posting my Omorashi fiction about Kade and Blake, I decided to start working on another story. This one is about Kade and my fursona Scarlet, and their experience while they were on their way to Scarlet's house to work on a school project.
In case you were wondering what the characters in this story look like, I have a couple of reference sheets. :3
Scarlet: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/image/image.php?id=2332369&size=large&format=auto&rev=1437543480
Kade: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/image/image.php?id=2332024&size=large&format=auto&rev=1437462520
(Lineart is not mine; I used a free lineart on Chicken Smoothie)
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The hallways were crowded with students as they made their way to the nearest exit. The fire alarm had just went off, and everyone headed out the doors and joined their classes in the field across the road. Scarlet and Kade followed their class to their spot under a tree, where they all sat down and the teacher took attendance.
"In this case, we probably won't get to finish our Chemistry project in time," Scarlet mentioned.
"Darn fire," Kade said. "All we had to do was add our finishing touches, and a couple more pictures."
"Maybe we can work on it before school tomorrow," suggested Scarlet. "Maybe we'll have time?"
"Probably not. I get to school only a few minutes before the bell."
It was more than halfway through eighth hour, and the fire alarm had interrupted them as they were working on their project. At this rate, they would probably have to hand in their project either late or unfinished. Scarlet was the type of girl who preferred to get things finished, but Kade wanted to get the project in on time.
"Maybe we could work on it at your house," said Kade. "I'll have to call my mom first."
As Kade was on the phone with her mother, Scarlet was suddenly aware of her urge to use the bathroom. She hadn't gone since before third hour, and she'd drank a bottle of Gatorade at lunch. There were also occasional visits to the drinking fountain, and she could feel the liquids starting to gradually fill her bladder. Hopefully, there would be enough time to use the bathroom after school. If not, she hoped she could make it home dry.
"She approves," Kade said, after hanging up and putting her phone in her pocket. She was also feeling the need to pee; she first started feeling the need during the previous hour, but didn't have time to use the bathroom, otherwise she'd be late to eighth hour. At the very moment, she could feel herself growing more desperate by the second.
"Awesome," Scarlet replied, pressing her legs together in hopes her desperation wouldn't be noticed. She usually enjoyed being this desperate, but this time she was in public and nearly everyone she knew would see her embarrassment if she wet herself.
Kade noticed Blake nearby, hanging out with his friends from eighth hour gym class. "I'm gonna go talk to Blake," she said to Scarlet. "I'll be right back."
"Okay," Scarlet replied, crossing her legs. After Kade had gotten up, she glanced over and saw her crossing her legs a little bit as she talked to Blake. Is she desperate, too? She silently asked herself. The sound of a fire truck was heard in the distance, and finally it approached the school. After a few minutes, Kade returned to where Scarlet was sitting.
"Apparently there's no fire," Kade said. "Blake and his friends were playing basketball in gym class, and the ball hit the fire alarm thing."
"Good, then hopefully we can go back inside real soon," Scarlet commented. "I really have to pee."
"Me too, I had to go last hour but I didn't have enough time between classes."
Within ten minutes later, the principal, and one of the firemen, announced that everyone could go back inside. Relieved, Kade followed Scarlet as they ran inside to grab their things from their classroom.
"What time is it?" Kade asked, as they were heading down the hallway to the classroom.
Scarlet looked at her watch, then was disappointed. "3:01. The last bell already rang, and the buses should be here to pick us up any minute."
"Darn, not enough time to use the bathroom."
They arrived at the classroom, packed up their things, and ran outside, where everyone was lining up to get on their bus. They quickly made their way to their bus, got on, and sat down.
"How long is it until your stop?" Kade asked.
"Twenty minutes," Scarlet replied. "Do you think you can wait that long?"
"I'm not sure," Kade said, biting her lip.
"Me neither, I drank a bunch of Gatorade at lunch and haven't gone since third hour."
As the bus headed down the road, Kade suddenly brought her paw to her crotch. "I hope I can make it twenty minutes," she said, worriedly.
Scarlet had her legs crossed tightly. "Me, too."
At first, they kept rather subtle about their situation, as the bus was somewhat crowded. But after a few stops, they were almost bouncing in their seat. Scarlet wasn't moving as much as Kade, though. She was a little bit turned on, watching her cross her legs and hearing her subtle moans of desperation. Normally, she wasn't into female desperation, but this time she was quite turned on. Maybe it was the fact that she was seeing this in real life. Usually, she only saw desperation in videos online.
When they arrived at the stop Scarlet got off at, they made their way down the aisle, following everyone else who was getting off. Kade paused for a second to cross her legs, then hurriedly followed Scarlet down the steps and onto the ground.
"My house is about four minutes away," Scarlet told Kade. "Three if we take the shortcut."
After the bus was out of sight, Kade moaned and paused to cross her legs. Scarlet put her paw on her crotch, crossing her legs as well. They were both out of sight from the others, who had walked on ahead, not noticing what was going on.
They made their way down the road, pausing about every thirty seconds to cross their legs and gain control. Scarlet was used to holding for so long and had a rather strong bladder, but Kade was on the verge of wetting herself. Suddenly she felt a dribble escape and knew she probably wouldn't make it to Scarlet's house.
"I'm not sure if I can hold on much longer," said Kade, as she paused to cross her legs tightly.
"You sure?" Scarlet asked.
Kade felt a leak. "I'm pretty sure..." she gasped as another leak escaped. Scarlet could see a small wet spot growing on the crotch of Kade's shorts. Seeing this, she felt herself dribble and put her paw between her legs.
"I just leaked a little," she said. "I'm not far off either."
Kade moaned with desperation and crossed her legs as tight as she could, both paws in her crotch. "I can't move...I'll lose control..."
"Come on, you can do it."
Keeping her paws where they were, she uncrossed her legs and took a few steps forward. Before long, Scarlet's house was in sight. But Kade knew she wouldn't make it. She stopped in her tracks and crossed her legs again, moaning. "I'm about to...oh gosh..."
She felt herself losing control, spurts making their way out and staining her shorts, running down her legs. Finally she gave up, stood still, and flooded her shorts. Pee was streaming down her legs and making a puddle on the ground.
Watching Kade lose control was too much for Scarlet, and she could feel her shorts getting soaked as well, and making a second puddle on the ground. Both of them let out a sigh of relief, as their streams began to slow down, before coming to a stop. Scarlet took a deep breath, relieved that her bladder was now empty, and turned on after what happened.
"You can borrow one of my pairs of shorts," Scarlet offered.
"Thanks," said Kade.
They approached Scarlet's front door and walked inside. Her brother, Kodi, walked into the living room, and saw them in their wet shorts.
"Heh, I thought I was the one with a weak bladder," He commended. Scarlet gave him the middle finger, and Kade giggled as they headed down the hallway to the bathroom. |
A/N: So, I wrote some Soon I Will Be Invincible omorashi. There is likely no fandom for this book and, if there is, they are likely not interested in omorashi for any of the characters but. Doctor Impossible was calling out to me to victimize and I couldn't help it. For my readers who don't know the source material, I will break it down to be really simple: super hero/villain universe; narrator is an evil genius type villain. That's really all you need to know to understand my fic.
They enjoy trying to watch me break. These prison guards, they feel so powerless in my presence at first, and with good reason. They are not only holding captive the smartest man in the world, but a metahuman, and it has been drilled into their heads from day one not to take me lightly, not to let their guard down around me.
They know I am stronger than them, better than them, and that I am always plotting my escape and my next scheme, and that they have to stay a step ahead of someone who is always a dozen steps ahead of everyone else. They are intimidated by me and feel as though nothing they can do will really make a difference, that I will escape and kill them all and wreak havoc on the world once more.
And then I don't. Their containment protocol is successful, my few attempts at escape fail, my activity dwindles, and they think they have won. They think that they have overcome me and outsmarted me, that they are just as much heroes as the men and women who landed me here, when in reality, I am just waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.
But they still believe that they have won and that they are smarter than me, and that is when they begin to want to break me, and when they begin to want to break me, that is when their games begin.
They have done a lot of things to me with varying degrees of success, and I have taken it all in stride. Showing even a little bit of weakness gives them too much satisfaction, and even when they succeed, I have to let them believe that they have failed. This creates a double-edged sword effect, because, though I may not have given them satisfaction, I have given them the determination to work harder at breaking me.
They have only succeeded once.
~X~
I have only a vague idea of why they were taking me to a different cell that day. It has something to do with their little game of trying to outsmart the genius and see him crumble, but I do not know what they will be trying today or why it involves another cell.
A quick glance around the room tells me that it is not much different than my usual cell, clearly built to contain any other metahumans they thought they might obtain someday, but there are a few small differences. The most obvious and notable is the lack of a toilet, which means the room was intended for someone with no need of one. This is not the case for me, and their intentions become very apparent.
An immediate panic comes over me. I know without trying that I won't be able to think my way out of this one. My body has its limitations, and I am not currently ready to try my escape plan. Eventually, I will have need for a toilet, and they will not move me back to my own cell until it is too late.
A few childhood memories of being too shy to excuse myself from class and school bullies blocking bathroom entrances come rushing back to me and I realize that my guards have already won this round. All that remains is for them to collect their prize- my humiliation.
They stand outside and watch me, some of them unable to hold back their snickering as they wait. Their wait will not be a long one, though. I had already had a slight need to urinate, and this has only increased as my panic set in. With the knowledge that they are all watching me and that I have no choice but to wet myself, my nerves make the situation increasingly worse.
It is not long before I am fidgeting, my bladder feeling swollen and uncomfortable, cursing me for not going earlier even though I hadn't known. How could I have known, really? As smart as I am, it does me no good in these blind situations. I can only know so much that goes on outside of my cell and they kept it from me so well.
I am a grown man, I am the smartest man alive, and I am completely powerless to stop this. I wonder how many of them will spread word of this. I wonder when it will reach the ears of all my enemies. They'll all have a good laugh as they imagine Doctor Impossible wetting his pants like a child.
I know, logically, that I should not even have to piss this badly, given how many liquids I have recently consumed and my normal holding capabilities, but logic does nothing in the face of sheer panic and desperation, and the more I try to convince myself that I don't have to, I really, really have to.
Holding still is a struggle all its own, one that I have no hopes of overcoming as my fidgeting increases. I hear a few more snickers from the guards and I have to fight back tears because super villains do not cry, even in the face of their mortification. At least I am able to hold one thing back.
My bladder contracts involuntarily and I feel a few drops of urine escape. I can hear myself whispering, “no, no, no,” though I do not recall deciding to say that out loud. I am losing control of all of my actions. I tap my foot and squirm in place, my desperation becoming painfully obvious.
Crossing my legs is another thing my body does regardless of my mind's desires. I don't know how long I have been standing here, being watched, waiting for the inevitable. It feels like seconds; it feels like years. My bladder whines for relief but I still refuse it, my stubborn pride putting up one last fight against the facts.
I am practically dancing in place, a strange dance with my crossed legs and jerky movements and occasional foot taps. Their laughter echoes and is haunting, but I can barely even register it as I feel more liquid escape. It will not be long before I cannot cut the stream off, and then it will all be over.
My pride is a complicated thing, I realize. Letting them watch me squirm and fight seems like it should be more embarrassing than giving in and wetting myself now, letting them know with defiance that I do not care what they see. Yet the latter option is completely out of the question. I hate them watching me struggle, but I cannot end that struggling by my own willpower.
Things only get worse for me, when I feel my hand gripping between my legs, as if that will have any effect on keeping myself dry. It is a losing battle, and these pathetic actions only make me look worse, but I cannot stop myself. I hop from foot to foot; I squirm; I whimper. I am at my very limit, and then I am past my very limit and then-
I can feel the hot fluid on my hand as it spills through my prison jumpsuit and I let go abruptly, the wet spot now in plain sight. It grows and spreads as my bladders empties itself, running down one of my legs. My face is most likely red, but I still do not allow any tears to escape. A small groan does make its way out of my mouth, however, and I close my eyes as I wait for this to be over.
It takes longer than I expect, and I wonder if my bladder was more full than I estimated, if there was something I forgot to take into account. But this does not really matter, and I can hear a splashing sound as a puddle begins to form at my feet. The relief is overwhelming, but the humiliation is stronger. Their laughter is louder than the spray of urine hitting the hard floor.
And then I am empty and my bladder is relaxing and my face is burning and they are laughing, and they have won. They have broken my pride and they have broken me, and I do not know how to trick them into thinking they have failed this time. I do not know anything in this moment except that my wet jumpsuit is growing cold and uncomfortable, and that they will probably make me wear it around for a while so they can remind themselves of their success.
And though there is nothing I can do about this for now, and though I am still close to tears from the whole ordeal, I can recall my escape plans and I can add to them, and I can plot for revenge. When I get out of here, they'll pay for doing this to me.
A/N: I am so sorry about this.
Edited August 1, 2015 by Harley Quinn
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This is something that I wrote for Harley Quinn as per a trade. Well... it should've been a drawing, but when I wasn't satisfied with the resulting copies, I forfeited into this. Anyways, the reason I haven't tagged this with either female or male is because it has a little of both, although honestly I mostly focused on making them stay in character.
Tip: Ship Henry with Cherche :D
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If there was anything Henry loved most, it would be animals. Sure, blood cut a close second, but animals were his favorite. Because of this, it should have been no surprise he was attracted to Cherche and her Wyvern, Minerva. Over the trek across both continents, Henry and Cherche seemed to help each other out in even the toughest of fights, both of which happily contributing a blow or two to keep the two alive. Or, three, as Minerva would point out.
Henry had been spending much of the journey learning about actually paying attention to people, instead of just animals. He still paid a lot of attention to animals, and some people he paid a little attention to as well, but one person seemed to captivate him. Of course, who else could it be but Cherche? Throughout his entire life, Henry knew of no one that had such a strong bond with animals as himself. In fact, he learned many felt quite the opposite, and they had paid dearly. He had even remarked about this to Cherche, and she had offered to become friends with him, Minerva included. This conversation in particular had piqued his interests to her, as they soon soared in the skies together a few words later.
Of course, it wasn't always flying around in the skies when they met, and often she had forced him away from Minerva for some time. Henry didn't mind, instead eagerly taking the opportunity to throw a few jokes out or just have a little idle chit-chat with Cherche. She seemed to take these conversations in stride, putting out a reply whenever she got the chance, and many of the jokes Henry had thrown out she had actually laughed at, although a few had that inevitable cringe as his morbid humor stepped the boundary. But out of all the conversations they had together, none had been a bad decision, even in the middle of combat, which is why the battle in Walhart's castle was not excluded. Chrom had told most of the faster units to fan out to the adjoining hallways, allowing them to flank the stronger enemies that lay in the direct path towards The Conqueror. Henry and Cherche joined up for flanking the left side, Henry hopping aboard Minerva to keep up when not in combat. Due to Cervantes' being so close to them to begin with, most of the tougher members of the Ylissean crew had acted as a barrier, and the remaining magic users had to push back the attack and heal the line. This made the flanking all the more vital, the sooner they could rejoin the main forces, the quicker they could charge the throne. This is what Henry wanted, seeing as he had spent a little too much time chatting away with Cherche, he had forgotten about a need that had been at the back of his mind until now.
Seeing Gaius and Nowi leading the right flank seemed reassuring, although Henry assumed Gaius would run for the first locked chest he found. Henry didn't blame him, as he'd do much the same thing if he saw something that interested him, like a cool bird, or... well, someone to test his curses against. A few such soldiers had been blocking their way to begin with, using the columns as cover to dodge behind. Of course, one well placed throwing axe from Cherche made the first soldier's head snap back as he was propelled a few feet before hitting the ground with a loud thud. Henry's magic did much more to the knight that had been with the man, and the dark magic forced the iron armor into the man like it had been suddenly burst open by a hammer, with all the force and twice the armor fragmentation. The man couldn't help crying out in pain as the two seemed to defeat them with ease, creating a gap for the group to continue towards the main hall's first alternate entrance.
Two more men were blocking the way, a mage and a knight. The knight seemed to know what he was doing, hiding behind his shield as best he could as the mage attacked from behind, casting Elwind at Cherche. Minerva swiftly dodged to the side, but the wind just barely cut Cherche's cheek, causing her to flinch and saying a faint "A-ah! He can cast so quickly..."
Henry realized he wouldn't get much of a chance attacking while seated on Minerva's back, so he jumped to the ground, feeling pain of his own, something that he was well aware of by now. Somehow, he could find a little bit of humor out of it. "Heh, it's like my body care's more for easing its pain than for its own existence." Of course, to Henry, pain was the least of his worries. Pain was something he much enjoyed (even if some of his other comments would contradict such thoughts), and with this pain being so common and non-threatening, he saw no need to worry about it. Henry had lingered on the ground a little longer than normal, so when he started to rise, He could hear the ugly hiss of a Javelin cutting the air, and he watched as it just missed his left arm.
"Henry, are you alright?" Cherche called out, spiraling in the large hallway as another wind spell missed her and Minerva.
"His weapon didn't hit me, so I'm more than all right!" Henry joked, although he wished he could have said something more clever. If all his jokes were going to be that dry, he debated on just not saying any more jokes through the battle. He could at least see Cherche look back at him for a second with a grin on her face, she had obviously enjoyed it enough.
Cherche threw an axe, and it screeched along the knight's shield. Cherche groaned as it clattered harmlessly beside the enemies, and the mage threw another spell her way, forcing her into another sudden dodge.
Henry cast dark magic on the knight, but he simply moved to the side as it exploded into thin air, and as he quickly cast again, it had much the same affect.
"H-Henry, it's getting rather difficult to dodge this mage's spells, Elwind is fast as it is, but he's especially skilled." Cherche soon juked to the side, but it wasn't enough as Minerva felt Elwind barely cut across her right wing, making her dip down suddenly. Cherche let out a startled cry, and Henry soon killed the mage who had cast it, his magic not shown in its entirety as the mage was hiding behind the knight. Soon the knight pulled out a steel lance as he jabbed past Henry, who danced past the spear. As Henry spun to look back at Cherche, he could see more soldiers streaming in behind them, trapping them in the hallway. From the way they were facing, Chrom didn't have to worry about these reinforcements flanking the main forces.
"I hope you're willing to slay some more fools, because we're not leaving this battle any time soon!" Henry jumped to the side as the knight made another jab at him, and he could feel his need to pee getting rather pressing. There was only one problem. His thoughts being placed on his need for a short time, Henry suddenly realized something. If he were to pee himself, would Cherche judge him? He had thought Cherche's smile was one of the best things he had seen that day, but what if soiling his clothes would put a frown of disgust on it? He had been mauling over the fact of asking Cherche an important question, but if she were to have an aversion to him from his soon-to-be-following actions, there would be no way she'd accept. "Maybe this need isn't as funny as I first thought..." Henry pondered, easily moving out of the steel spear's range once more. "Maybe I shouldn't have drank so much before the battle, but is there anything that I could possibly do that would stop it?" Henry quickly sliced through the Knight's armor with a small spell, and the knight grunted as a small amount of blood splashed out as well. Soon following up with an attack that separated the knight's body from his head, Henry spun around to help out with Cherche.
...Who was currently holding a killer axe in two hands, a cut up Minerva nursing her wounds behind Cherche. Cherche's breathing was ragged, and her light armor had fresh scratches and cuts in it. Henry stepped forward to keep back one of the reinforcements, but two more soldiers were still attacking Cherche, and she could only strike one down before another caught her arm with their silver spear. Cherche cried out in pain and stepped back, letting a hand drop from her axe to cover the wound.
Henry soon realized what he had to do. His bladder's constant pestering was slowing his movement, yet he had to do something to cloak it in case Cherche judged him. He voluntarily let his pee soak into his loins, sighing as the pain receded. Before it became visible, he ran towards the nearest soldier, casting his most powerful curse. The man he reached had practically exploded, and Henry's body was soon coated in blood as he sliced at the last soldier with another attack.
To say the least, the remaining soldier was addled. Trying to retreat, the man only moved a few feet before Cherche tossed her axe at the man's back, and the man fell to the ground as the weight pushed him forward. Cherche's breathing was almost all that was heard as silence filled the hallway, although the sound of combat had somewhat reached them from the main room. "Th... thanks, Henry..." Cherche said softly, although her voice was shaking as the words were delivered.
"It was nothing, I couldn't bear to see your wyvern slain by the soldiers, even less a bear, nya ha ha!"
Cherche looked Henry in the eyes, trying to read the thoughts behind them. "Another one of your hollow laughs. Henry, I know when you're sincere and when you're not, so please, just tell me what's wrong."
Henry scratched his head as he decided to say his thoughts. "Well, I actually mostly did it because I didn't want to see you killed, Cherche. I know you don't really want to die, so I decided not to have it reach you."
"O-oh, so it's not what's mixed in with the blood on the floor?"
Henry glanced and frowned as he realized there was a pale yellow liquid unevenly mixed with the blood that pooled around the soldiers. "That, well, I guess I had a river of something other than blood in me, and much like these soldier's blood, I guess it spilled out. I had thought covering my clothes would have been enough, but I forgot you might look at the floor." Henry slowed his response as he heard a sound from Cherche. Much like his comparison to a river, the sound was a pitter-patter, and a blush formed on Cherche's face as she realized what was happening was not in her control.
"I-It appears all this mention of accidents has made me spring a leak..." Cherche said, shifting uncomfortably in her steel armor. It dripped to the rough cobbles before quickly spreading, although soon a small puddle had formed around her. Someone feeling as though she had to explain herself, she half-looked at Henry. "I-I hadn't been part of an entire siege before, and I guess I forgot we had to breach the castle and secure it before I could relieve myself..." She soon looked away, now feeling that she needed to say no more. Cherche grabbed the killer axe that was lodged in the last man slain, hefting it over her shoulder. She wouldn't dare take Minerva back out, not if she cared at all for her well-being. Of course, she couldn't simply wait around for someone to find them, especially with what just happened. "I think I see why you love blood so much," Cherche said, looking at the pee that streaked down her legs, thinking how none of it shown on Henry. "Let's walk on foot to another enemy, I could do with you... well... covering me up."
Henry gave a short laugh. "Maybe I can come up with a better joke on the way there!" He said, hefting his best spellbook in one hand. |
Spoilers for Episode one of Life is Strange. Most optional things were discluded and only main elements of the game are mentioned.
Life is Strange: Chrysalis, part one.
(Italics are spoken thoughts that Max thinks to herself in the story.)
I suddenly can’t remember what just happened even a second before this moment, but now I lie in the dirt being pelted by heavy and stinging rain. As I raise up my head, my eyes slowly open and regain their focus, though my vision is still blurry. Where am I? What’s happening? I carefully lift my body up and get back on my feet, I’m drenched from head to toe and the strong winds nearly knock me back down. I immediately freeze up, this isn’t safe at all. Fear chills through my body. I’m trapped in a storm? How did I get here, and where is “here”? My vision gradually comes in a bit clearer and I look around, trying to make out anything that I could possibly see. Wait… there’s the lighthouse, I’ll be safe if I can make it there. I hope, please let me make it there… One foot in front of the other, I carefully make my way along the beaten path which is covered in leaves and other debris from this strange storm. The wind’s strong gust shoves me in the opposite direction, but I force my way through. As I tread closer to the lighthouse, I finally reach the edge of the cliff and look out over the water. Holy shit. I can see a huge vortex causing major destruction. Before I have time to take cover, the vortex launches a stray boat straight into the light cage on the top of the lighthouse; its force shatters the stone support and causes it to fall to the ground towards me. Whoa, no! I thought for sure I was about to be crushed and killed under its massive weight at that very moment. That was, until my vision dissipated and I woke up with a startled gasp. Back in my photography class at Blackwell Academy. I quickly lift my head off of the cold and wooden black table, my cheek peeling off it’s surface.That was so surreal… I look around as I begin to calm down. “Alfred Hitchcock famously called film, “little pieces of time” but he could be talking about photography, as he likely was.” Okay... I’m in class… everything's cool… I’m okay… Mark Jefferson, my teacher, is giving a lecture on photography. He’s a very famous photographer, and the main reason I decided to attend this private school but I can barely concentrate on the discussion after what just happened. As if that wasn't enough, I now realize that I need to use the bathroom. Great. Looking at the clock, I see that it’s about 3:50 pm, ten minutes left. Well at least class is over soon, so I’ll get a break. I could really use one right now, for multiple reasons... “...These pieces of time can frame us in our glory and our sorrow; from light to shadow; from color to chiaroscuro…” Just then, for seemingly no reason, Victoria tosses a crumpled up paper ball across the room and pelts Kate with it. She seems to be bullied a lot, and I can tell by her face that it bothers her. Maybe I should try being a better friend to her more. “...Now, can you give me an example of a photographer who perfectly captured the human…” For some reason, I totally missed what Mr. Jefferson said, but noticed Victoria’s phone vibrating. She didn’t care enough to answer it though. My thoughts drifted back to my experience a few moments ago. I didn’t fall asleep, and… that sure didn’t feel like a dream… weird. “Anyone? ...Bueller?”“Diane Arbus.” Victoria raised her hand and answered.“There you go Victoria! Why Arbus?“Because of her images of hopeless faces. You feel like, totally haunted by the eyes of those sad mothers and children.”“She saw humanity as tortured, right? And frankly, it’s bullshit.” Mr. Jefferson responded. Victoria Chase is a knowledgeable and talented photographer, but she’s such a bitch to anyone not in The Vortex Club, an elite social cult at the school who are responsible for organizing all the parties here. Glancing down at my desk, I noticed a photo I had taken of myself, gazing upon my wall of other photos. Look at this crap! How can I show this to Mr. Jefferson? I can hear the class laughing at me now. Mr. Jefferson says I have potential, but I’m nothing compared to the others. Then there’s my old school polaroid instant camera.I do love my analog camera. I should take a quick picture now. I picked it up and aimed the lens towards my face, I probably looked like a dorky loser but oh well, I took a picture anyway. The snap of the instant film generating caught the attention of Mr. Jefferson. “Shh, I believe Max has taken what you kids call a “selfie”... A dumb word for a wonderful photographic tradition. And Max… has a gift.” I felt the eyes of all my classmates on me. “Of course, as you all know, the photo portrait has been popular since the early 1800’s. Your generation was not the first to use images for selfie-expression. ...Sorry. Couldn’t resist.”“The point remains that the portraiture has always been a vital aspect of art, and photography, for as long as it’s been around.” Mr. Jefferson turned his gaze towards me once again. “Now Max, since you’re captured our interest and clearly want to join the conversation, can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?” His question pierced into my ears, I realized that I haven’t done as much research as I thought, or maybe I have and I just can’t think because of that weird… what was it a vision? I still can’t wrap my head around that bizarro experience. It feels like it actually happened. All eyes are on me again, I have to say something so I can get this class over with. I’m starting to need to use the bathroom more and there was no way he would let me go without an answer. “I did know! ...But I kinda forgot.” I blurt out nervously. I can’t be expected to know everything all of the time, right?“You either know this or not, Max.” He slaps a desk that he was leaning against in slight frustration. I guess he didn’t buy that excuse… “Is there anybody here who knows their stuff?” He turns his attention to the rest of the class. And of course, Miss Perfect has all the answers. “Louis Daguerre was a French painter who created “daguerreotypes” a process that gave portraits a sharp reflective style, like a mirror.” Victoria snobbingly answers before looking towards me. “Now you’re totally stuck in the Retro Zone. Sad face."
I ignore her mocking remark about me and bear with the rest of the period. “Very good, Victoria! The Daguerreian Process brought out fine detail in people’s faces, making them extremely popular from the 1800’s onward. The first American daguerreotype self-portrait was done by Robert Cornelius. You can find out all about him… in your textbook. Or even… online.” The bell rings, finally. Break time is here! I begin putting my stuff away and hope that I can sneak out without a personal lecture from Mr. Jefferson. “And guys don’t forget the deadline to submit a photo in the “Everyday Heroes” contest. I’ll fly out with the winner to San Francisco where you’ll be feted by the art world. It’s great exposure and it can kickstart a career in photography. So Stella and Alyssa, get it together. Taylor, don’t hide, I’m still waiting for your entry.” I guess I wasn’t only one not to submit a photo yet. “And yes Max, I see you pretending not to see me.” I’m so not getting out of this class without a talking-to am I… He was really pushing everyone to submit a photo, this contest is important to him. Not that it isn’t to me too, but I just don't know if I’m ready. I’ll talk to him about it really quick, then it’s time for a potty break. As I walk towards the front of the class, I notice Kate Marsh sitting alone. I feel so bad for her, and she seems so sad a lot of the time. I hate Victoria and her posse bullying her all the time. I need to pee, but I can wait a little while longer. “Hi, Kate. You seem quite today.” I say to her.“Just thinking too much…” She softly responds, in a depressing tone. I know how she feels today.“I hear that, want to go grab a cup o’ tea and bitch about life?” “Thanks, but not today. I have to go over homework.”“No worries. Let’s hang later.”“Sure.” Kate responds unconfidently. Well, I can’t force her. I smile at her as I walk away to see Mr. Jefferson. My body shivers a tiny bit as I get close to him.
This is ridiculous, I always get so shy and nervous around Mr. Jefferson. “Excuse me, Mr. Jefferson, can I talk to you for a moment?” He was talking to Victoria, who was sucking up to him as usual, probably to ensure she wins the contest.“Yes, excuse you.” She snaps at me. “No, Victoria, excuse us. I’d never let one of photography’s future stars avoid handing in her picture.” As if I had anything worth handing in. I slowly shuffle my weight around trying to think of what to say. “Do I have to? I just don’t think it’s that big a deal.”“Max, you’re a better photographer than a liar…” I didn’t think I was so good at either of those things. Photography has always been a comforting and calming hobby for me, just… not today. “Now I know it’s a drag to hear some old dude lecture you… but life won’t wait for you to play catch-up. You’re young, the world is yours, blah blah blah, am I right?” I could see Victoria out of the corner of my eye, impatiently waiting for me to leave so she can butter him up so more. "But you do have a gift, you have the fever to take images, to frame the world only the way you envision it.’ I rub the back of my neck nervously, his words were empowering, and it’s true, I have no confidence in myself. But I just have too much on my mind lately. “Now, all you need is the courage to share your gift with others. That’s what separates the artist from the amateur.” And that was the end of the conversation. I’ll try to remember what he said, but for now I need to go freshen up and maybe go see my new friend, Warren. Which reminded me, I still need to try to get in contact with my old best friend, Chloe. I hope she won’t hate me for not contacting her for 5 years. She doesn’t even know I’m back in town after moving back from Seattle to attend Blackwell Academy, here in my home town of Arcadia Bay, Oregon. As I walked out into the hallway, I drowned out the noisy chatter with my headphones, putting on some music and swiftly walked towards the bathroom.
Time to go splash water on my face and make sure I don’t look like a total loser.. and pee too.
The hallway is filled with other students, from all the usual cliques. The Jocks, the nerds, the skaters, the preppy cheerleader types… I’m not a part of any clique. Everyone says I’m hipster, but I think I’m just uniquely boring. If that makes any sense. I was wearing my usual outfit: jeans, a t-shirt with a hoodie over it and of course, my black Converse Chuck Taylors. My black messenger bag rested diagonally over my shoulders and against my back. The walls of the hallway has missing person posters all over them. I don’t know who put them up but whoever it is must really miss her. It was Rachel Amber, who has been missing for 6 months. Poor girl, I wonder what happened to her, she looks so pretty. I turned to the right at the end of the hallway, where the girl’s room was, and entered. It was a pretty small bathroom, graffiti on a few places, but substantial. The sink was my first stop, I felt like crap, so I poured some water over my face and looked at myself in the mirror. I don’t wear make-up like most girls do and my hair came a couple inches above my shoulders. Just the way I like it and easy to manage. I take a deep breath as I try to instill some confidence in myself. Just relax. Stop torturing yourself. You have “a gift.” I pull the photo from my bag that I was planning on turning in for the contest and look at it. This is shit… I can’t do anything with this. Fuck it. I ripped it in half and let the pieces fall to the tiled floor. Just then, I see a shimmering blue butterfly fly in through the upper window and flutter behind the last stall. It’s so beautiful, I forget about my need for the toilet for now and follow it. When a door closes, a window opens… Or, something like that.I forgot where I heard that, but I immediately feel more confident. It lands on a metal bucket next to the janitor supplies.
Okay girl, you don’t get a photo op like this everyday… Without thinking, I pull out my instant camera and snap a photo of the tiny but majestic creature. It flies away the moment I capture it’s beauty in a small 3.5” by 4.2” photo. It was like it wanted nothing more than for me to take its picture. I put my stuff away as I hear the bathroom door open. I peek around the corner of the stall to see who it was. It was a boy… Nathan Prescott, the son of the richest and most prestigious family in town. In the girl’s restroom, creepy. I hide for now, that kid freaks me out. He looks paranoid, looking at all the stalls but thankfully he didn’t see me at the end. What’s his deal? After thinking he was alone, he leaned against the sink and talked to himself in the mirror. “It’s cool, Nathan… Don’t stress… You’re okay, bro. Just count to three…” He begins pacing around sporadically, panting and huffing like he just saw a ghost.
”Don’t be scared… You own this school… If I wanted, I could blow it up… You’re the boss...” Whoa. I hope that isn’t serious. His family does own this school though, as with a lot of other places in this town. Then, another person entered. A.. blue haired girl dressed in punk clothing and a blue beanie that I don’t recognize, but for some reason seems familiar to me. She goes straight to Nathan. “So what do you want?” He asked her. Apparently they were meeting here. God damn, now I really have to pee, but I can’t let them see me right now. This seems ominous.“I hope you checked the perimeter, as my step-ass would say. Now let’s talk bidness--” She responds. So weird. I listen to their conversation. "I got nothing for you.”“Wrong. You got hella cash.”
“That’s my family, not me.”
“Oh boo hoo, poor little rich kid.” Nathan is facing away from her, shaking his head like he’s about to go ape on her. “I know you you’ve been pumpin’ drugs n’ shit to kids around here…” The persistent girl walks straight around him and gets in his face from the side of the sink. Her facial expression turns angry. “I bet your respectable family would help me out if I went to them. Man, I can see the headlines now--”
“Leave them out of this, bitch.”
“I can tell everybody Nathan Prescott is a punk ass who begs like a little girl and talks to himself--” She begins shoving him on the arm violently and raising her voice.
Nathan then pulls out a pistol, and I nearly wet myself, in fact I just leaked a little. What the hell… Frightening chills run through my body… what’s he going to do with that gun, he wouldn’t shoot someone would he? I shake nervously and shift my weight from foot to foot, trying not to pee my pants like a scared little girl. Nathan aims the gun at the girl, extending his arm outwards as she steps away from him. “You don’t know who the fuck I am or who you’re messing around with!” The girl’s demeanor goes from aggressive to defensive quickly. Her hands come up to cover her body as she backs all the way against the wall. I gasp in fear and start to lose control of my bladder. My pants become soaked with urine, I try to hold back but my shaking muscles can’t stem the flow. This day just keeps getting worse but I don’t have time to even feel embarrassed from my accident just now. “Where’d you get that? What are you doing? Come on, put that thing down.” Her voices shakes and Nathan presses his body against hers to prevent her from escaping. His hand slams against the wall next to her head as he aims his gun right at her chest. “Don’t EVER tell me what to do. I’m so SICK of people trying to control me!” The scared girl stares into his eyes. “You are going to get in hella more trouble for this than drugs--” She tried reasoning.
“Nobody would ever even miss your “punk ass” would they?" “Get that gun away from me, psycho!” She shoves him hard and Nathan falls back, accidently pulling the trigger. A bullet enters her chest, she falls to the ground dead, and Nathan drops the gun in shock. Time stopped, I couldn’t bear to see this girl die. Immediately, I stepped out and extended my arm out to them, my palm facing forwards. “NO!” I screamed out. And just like that, it felt like time just reversed itself but I retained all of the memories. And… now I’m back in Mr. Jefferson’s class? Whoa! What the fuck…? How? How can that be? I was in the bathroom… He shot that poor girl… I held up my hand… and then I was back here. “--about photography, as he likely was. These pieces of time can frame us in our glory and our sorrow; from light to shadow…” I already heard this lecture… “From color, to chiaroscuro.” I look around, still in shock over whatever the hell just happened. Victoria threw the same paper ball at Kate again, just like before. Also, I still need to pee. Now Kate is being hassled again… And if Victoria’s phone rings… This is real. I wasn’t expecting it, as I looked to her phone sitting on the desk next to her, but it vibrated along the desk, startling the fuck out of me as I jerked and knocked my camera off the desk. “Shit!” I saw it fall to the tile floor and break into a million pieces. Man, I cannot believe this… I took a deep breath, is this really happening? Okay, if I’m crazy, I might as well go all the way… Can I actually reverse time?
I held up my hand slowly, just like I did in the bathroom, if I was even there, and concentrated on… reversing time? I feel like such a loser for even attempting this… but then something insane happened. The world around me began to move backwards, everyone’s movements, their words all went backwards. It feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before, a feeling that I can’t even begin to explain. My camera then repairs itself and flies back up to it’s position on my desk. I lower my hand and time resumes like normal. I did it… I actually did it! I’m a human time machine…” I look at my new magic hand and caress it with my other hand. Mr. Jefferson is still giving the same lecture as before. “Now, can you give me an example of a photographer who perfectly captured the human condition in black and white?”“Anybody? Bueller…?” Max, don’t freak out. Not yet. Victoria answers the question like she did before my strange experience. Keep it together, Max. I need more proof that I’m not going crazy. Looking down at my newly repaired camera, I get an idea.When I took my selfie, Jefferson asked me a question.If he does again, I’ll know this is for real. I repeat the process of taking my picture. “Shh, I believe Max has taken what you kids call a “selfie”... A dumb word for a wonderful photographic tradition. And Max… has a gift.” I know I’m not dreaming this. It’s real. I can tell. So I can go back in time… “Your generation was not the first to use images for selfie-expression. ...Sorry. Couldn’t resist.” What if that girl isn’t dead yet? Can I save her? I need to go to bathroom quickly and check it out! “Now Max, since you’re captured our interest and clearly want to join the conversation, can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?”
Maybe I can just tell him what I know for sure is true right now. “Um… I’m sorry but I really have to use the bathroom.” That wasn’t a lie.“Nice try, Max. But you’re not going to get away that easy. We can talk more after class.” Oh shit, Jefferson wants to keep me after class. And I need time to save that girl. As Victoria gives the correct answer again, I begin worrying that I won’t make it to the bathroom in time. “Louis Daguerre was a French painter who created “daguerreotypes” a process that gave portraits a sharp reflective style, like a mirror.” Again, she turns her mocking gaze towards me. “Now you’re totally stuck in the Retro Zone. Sad face.” Wait… that’s it!. What if I rewind again, and give him the right answer? Putting my hand up, I experience the same thing, time reverses as I hold it out. Time goes back to normal as I lower my hand. Just before Jefferson asked me the same question about self portraits. This time, I know the answer. “Now Max, since you’re captured our interest and clearly want to join the conversation, can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?” “The Daguerreian Process. Invented by a French painted named… Louis Daguerre. Around 1830.” It didn’t come out as gracefully as Victoria would have put it, but hey, it was the right answer. “Somebody has been reading as well as posing. Nice work, Max.” Victoria scoffed at me, she looks so super jelly that I stole her thunder. It fills me with happiness. But I can’t focus on that right now, I have to save that girl, and not wet myself this time if I can help it. “The Daguerreian Process made portraiture hugely popular, mainly because it gave the subjects clear defined features. You can learn more when you actually finish reading the assigned chapters. Max is so far, way ahead of everybody.” Finally, the bell rang, now I can get out of here.
“And guys don’t forget the deadline to submit a photo in the “Everyday Heroes” contest. I’ll fly out with the winner to San Francisco where you’ll be feted by the art world. It’s great exposure and it can kickstart a career in photography. So Stella and Alyssa, get it together. Taylor, don’t hide, I’m still waiting for your entry.”
“And yes Max, I see you pretending not to see me.” Max, you are not crazy. You are not dreaming. It’s time to be an everyday hero. Right after I talk to Mr. Jefferson again… “Excuse me, Mr. Jefferson, can I talk to you for a moment?”“Yes, excuse you.” Victoria snaps at me again. “No, Victoria, excuse us. I’d never let one of photography’s future stars avoid handing in her picture.” I had to get this over with so I can get to the bathroom quickly.
“I’m not avoiding… just…”“Biding time? Waiting for the elusive “right moment?”"“Exactly” I said.“Max, don’t wait too long. John Lennon once said that “Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans.” Go on now, don’t let me stop you.”
I wonder if I could use that line to try to get on his good side. I mean, I know I have a girl to save from certain death and all but it wouldn’t hurt to test my new power out some more. It’s good practice. And I literally have all the time in the world, for now at least. As soon I extend my hand, I feel time reverse again. I’m starting to get used to the feeling. After I stop, I prepare to use my newly learned quote. “Excuse me, Mr. Jefferson, can I talk to you for a moment?”
“Yes, excuse you."“No, Victoria, excuse us. I’d never let one of photography’s future stars avoid handing in her picture.”“I’m on top of it. I think John Lennon once said that “Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans.” I said confidently.“Max, you’re on fire today. All the right answers. Good. Make sure you finish working on it by today. I have faith in you.” Jefferson turns back to Victoria and I smile as I walk out the classroom. Now I really need to get to the bathroom. For two reasons. I hope have enough time to get the bathroom. Please… please. I can’t tell anybody… they’ll think I’m crazy!
Jogging down the hallway, I swiftly get into the bathroom and prepare for what is about to happen. My need for the toilet had to wait, I can’t risk fucking this up, even though I really do need to go now. Okay Max, retrace every step. I began doing everything I did before. I washed my face… I shredded the photo… Then the… butterfly flew in… and I took a photo.
I waited behind the stalls in the exact spot I was in when Nathan the girl came in. “Leave them out of this, bitch.”“I can tell everybody Nathan Prescott is a punk ass who begs like a little girl and talks to himself--” She begins shoving him on the arm violently and raising her voice.Pacing back and forth, I had to think quickly what I needed to do to stop her from being shot. I looked around, then saw the fire alarm button. But it’s behind glass, I need something to break it with. “You don’t know who the fuck I am or who you’re messing around with!”“Where’d you get that? What are you doing? Come on, put that thing down.” Their conversation was getting heated like it was before, and I felt the gun that Nathan just now pulled out as if it was pressed against my own chest. I have little time. “Don’t EVER tell me what to do. I’m so SICK of people trying to control me!” Nathan was seconds away from shooting her when I finally find a hammer underneath the janitor’s cart next to me. I grab it, break the glass and slam my hand against the button, activating the fire alarm. The blaring alarm pulsates throughout the entire school. I never thought I would do that. Fire alarms were for real fires only, but this was cereal. “No way..” Nathan responded, I peeked around the corner and watched my plan unfold.“Don’t EVER touch me again, freak!” The girl swiftly kneed him in the balls and successfully pushed him off of her. He fell to the floor, knocking the gun out of his hand before bolting out of the room. “Another shitty day...” He then grabs his gun and hobbles out after getting to his feet.
I saved her. I actually saved someone’s life… That did not happen! This cannot be real! I just saw a girl get shot and then saved her! What the fuck is going on? Right before I start to leave, I notice something feels weird. Oh shit… did I just? I look down at my pants. Yep… I failed the second part of my bathroom mission. I completely wet myself… again. This time I have all the time in the world to feel embarrassed.Too much excitement, I guess. I sigh, disappointed. It probably happened while I was freaking out just now. I had to get out of here before someone comes in and sees me. Thankfully, classes are over and I can get back to my dorm to change. As I leave and head that way, David Madsen, our school’s security guard stops me in my tracks. I felt my face flush red as I was standing in front of him with wet pants. “Hey, do you hear that fire alarm? That means you should be outside.” The man said in a stern and unforgiving voice. His eyes and moustache stared into my face like I just dissed him. I keep my bag over the front of my pants to hide my accident.
“I had to use the bathroom…” I meekly said, even though I didn’t really use it. This was so humiliating. I looked down at my feet, sweating profusely.“Girls always use that excuse.”“Excuse for what?”“For whatever it is that you’re up to. Your face is covered in guilt.”
I saw Principal Wells step out of his office from the corner of my eye at this point, great more people to distract me. “The alarm tripped me out…”
“Then trip on out of here, Missy. Or are you hiding something? Huh?” He almost got into my face but the Principal called him away, thank god. “Thank you Mr. Madsen, the situation is under control. There’s no emergency here. Leave Miss Caulfield alone and please turn off that alarm, since that’s your job.” Madsen looked to him, back to me and then gave me a small frown before heading off. Finally. As I started to leave the building though, Wells called me back to him. I could still feel the heat on my red face. “Hold on Miss Caulfield, come back here.” I slowly walked back to him and looked up to the large, dark skinned, bald headed male. His deep voice permeates through my body and the smell of his cologne travels through my nostrils.
“You look a little stressed out. Are you okay?” I keep my bag in front of me and hope he doesn’t see under it. “I’m… I’m just a little worried about my… future.” I nervously responded.“You’re sweating pinballs. Is that all you’re thinking about?” He stepped closer to me.
"You can always be upfront with me, Max. Or have you done something wrong… Is that it? Well Max, talk to me.”
I didn’t know what to say, should I report Nathan or keep this a secret. Nathan is dangerous and if he finds out that I reported him, I could be in real trouble. Of course, if I report him, he could be brought to justice and kept from bringing harm to others. I had a decision to make, and I needed to make it quick so I can get back to my dorm. I’m already starting to chaff from my wet pants. I didn’t have the guts to tell him the truth. “I just got sick in class… Um, female trouble--” I can’t believe I decided to go with that lame excuse."Except you’re wandering around like a zombie. And do you think that’s the first time a student has used that line on me?”“It’s the truth. I felt dizzy in Mr. Jefferson’s class--”“Just tell me what you’re hiding. You can trust me.”“There’s nothing to hide. I got sick. It happens, you know--”
“There’s that teen ‘tude again. You know, I’ve heard enough. Don’t think I don’t know what goes on around here.” He said sternly, almost sounding like Madsen. “You’ve only been here for three weeks and you’re already causing conflict. I don’t think your parents will approve when they find out.” And I thought he was going to be more sensitive. No, he does not buy that at all. I may have just flushed my scholarship down the toilet. I’ve seriously had it with these lectures today. There’s no point in reversing this decision. Now that I’ve heard his reaction, I doubt he would have taken me seriously anyway. “Now get outside with the class. Please.” At that, I left the building. I headed straight to my dorm, where I could at least get refreshed before meeting up with Warren today. First objective? Get the fuck out of these wet pants. Then I could worry about my new super power.
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There's obviously going to be a second part to this episode, with more omorashi elements of course, but this is all I had time to write up at the moment and I want to see if this is going to be something people are interested in. Let me know what you think.
Edited October 23, 2015 by Kirito
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Fuck it. :(
Needless to say, I feel a little self-conscious walking to my dorm building. I almost feel like I’m being stared at, but no one seems to be paying any attention to me. Being average looking has it’s perks, I guess. Most of the students are pre-occupied with other things; Trevor and his friends are skateboarding on the rails, Brooke is using her flying drone, Evan, another one of my photography classmates, sits at the picnic table going through his photo album. As much as I would love to stop and chat and try to make some friends, I have more pressing matters at hand right now.
My bag continues to cover my front to try to hide some damage as I try to walk casually, yet swiftly, to my dorm. Warren’s probably been texting me; I’ve been feeling the vibration from my phone since class ended, but I was too overwhelmed. I better respond before he blows up my phone.
10/07 4:21pm Warren: Hey Mx, can you get my flash drive?
I need some info. And space.
10/07 4:21pm Warren: Hullo?
10/07 4:22pm Max: Srry. Running late.
Insane day.
10/07 4:23pm Warren: Ill meet you in the lot.
Looking cool.
You'll see.
10/07 4:23pm Max: My camera will be ready.
See you shortly.
10/07 4:23pm Warren: I hope so.
I put my phone away, haphazardly stuffing it into my pocket as I walk down the steps leading to the dormitory. After making sure I’m still concealing myself, I take a look at my surroundings. Samuel, the maintenence man is raking leaves, Alyssa is sitting on a bench, nose deep in a book, and a couple of the jocks are throwing a football around. Then… oh god just what I needed, Victoria and her posse sitting on the steps of the dorms.
I approach them, hoping to get by without hassle. Like that would happen.
“Oh look, it's Max Caulfield. The selfie ho of blackwell.” Victoria scowled.
God dammit, I was almost home free. I sigh softly as she she stands up from her stoop and circles around me like a vulture over a dead carcass. I’m not getting out of this easily.
“What a lame gimmick. Even Mark --Mr. Jefferson-- Falls for your waif hipster bullshit.”
Only Victoria would use a word like ‘waif’, she’s so pretentious.
“‘The Daguerreian Process, sir!’ You could barely even say that.” Victoria stops back in front of me and stares me down like I’m lower than her, which of course she probably believes about most of the people who have the misfortune of crossing her path
“I guess you got your meds filled.” Her friends behind her giggle at her snarky remark as she sits back down on her throne, looking damn proud of herself after that ego boost. “Since you know all the answers, I guess you have to find another way into the dorm. We ain’t moving.”
“Oh look guys….” Victoria leans up a bit from the steps and focuses on my… shit.... “Little Miss Selfie is also Little Miss Pottypants.”
My face goes absolutely red and my heart sinks. I forgot that she would probably see my wet pants. Courtney, Taylor and her laugh and point at my crotch while I stand there awkwardly in place with my head lowered, pathetically re-covering my pants with my bag. I nearly start crying but manage to hold back the tears. Why this, why today? WHY in front of Victoria of all people?
“Oh wait, hold that pose.” Victoria pulls out her phone and snaps a shot of my humiliation. “So original. Don’t worry, Max, I’ll put a vintage filter before I post it all over social medias.” She leans back against the steps, basking in yet another victory against pitiful me.
I look up to her, saying nothing but hoping for some miracle to happen.
“Now, why don’t you go fuck your selfie?”
Oh yes, Victoria, I’ll get your boney ass out of my way. Now that they are completely ignoring me , I can figure a way out of this mess.
Looking around, the first thing I notice are the sprinklers. I bet Victoria would hate to have her expensive looking outfit soaked. Okay, now where exactly is the sprinkler valve? Samuel passes through my peripheral vision as he comes out of the maintenance closet at the end of the sidewalk; Of course, where else would it be? After he passes me I subtly yet swiftly make my way to the closet before stepping inside when no one is looking my way.
I spot the main sprinkler valve on the wall to my left: A blue box with a yellow lever. After I pull the lever all the way over, I walk back outside to where Victoria is. I sure hope this works. A few moments later, the water pressure increases and soaks her and her friends as well as the entire stairs. But mostly Victoria, who screams and immediately jumps away from the water.
“What the hell? Are you kidding? Look at this…”
“Chill, Victoria it’s just water--” says Courtney, attempting to defuse the issue.
“Yeah, water on my cashmere! Do you know how much this fucking outfit cost?” Victoria slaps her comforting hand away in a huff.
“You look… great.” Taylor pipes in, rather meekly.
“I can’t even chill on the steps.” Victoria complains, turning away whilst grumbling to herself.
Well that got them to stand up, but they’re still blocking my path.
“Do you understand english? Get lost.” Victoria barks at me.
At least she’s too pissed about her wet clothes to make fun of my wet clothes anymore. Maybe I can use this opportunity to test my new power out. I guess that might be the miracle I was hoping for, if I could just figure out what to do. Come on Max, think, think! I look up to see Samuel making his way to the scaffolding next to us, carrying a paint bucket full of white paint up with him. I get another idea: wet clothes plus white paint plus entitled bitch equals sweet, sweet justice for Max Caulfield.
First thing I need to do is… rewind. I still feel like a lunatic for attempting this even though it’s already worked twice. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to this.
Holding out my hand, everything happens like it did in Jefferson’s class. Time goes backwards, Samuel walks back down the ladder, sets the paint can down and walks back into the closet. Victoria and her crew become unsoaked and sit back down as the water from the sprinklers goes back into the ground and the pressure normalises. I lower my hand and time resumes as normal.
Now that I’m out of his sight, I can break the handle on the paint can, so that it splashes all over Victoria when it falls.
Sorry Samuel, but this has to happen.
Crouching down into stealth mode, I snap the handle and quickly back away. Now I just need to wait for Samuel to leave the closet again. After he does, I skip back into the closet and immediately hit the lever. Victoria screams and her friends do what they did before. I peek out of the closet and watch my perfect plan unfold.
“What the hell? Are you kidding? Look at this…”
“Chill, Victoria it’s just water--” says Courtney, attempting to defuse the issue.
“Yeah, water on my cashmere! Do you know how much this fucking outfit cost?” Victoria slaps her comforting hand away in a huff.
“You look… great.” Taylor pipes in, rather meekly
“I can’t even chill on the steps.” Victoria complains, turning away whilst grumbling to herself.
Samuel carries the paint up the ladder, hooks it on the scaffolding behind him and…
POP goes the KraCAN! White paint splashes all over Victoria’s ‘cashmere’.
“No way! No fucking way!” She cries out, super pissed.
“You okay, Victoria?” Courtney reaches out to her, concerned.
Samuel gently makes his way down the ladder, looking almost pathetically apologetic. Poor guy.“Oh, Samuel is sorry. Wet paint is not good for hair. Nope, sorry--”
“Get the hell away from me, weirdo.” Victoria snaps,all but biting Samuel’s head off as he approaches her. Courtney waves her hand at him, shooing him away.
“Hold on, hold on, we’ll go get some towels… We’ll be right back.” Victoria slaps Courtney’s consoling hands away from her precious designer clothes that are now covered in paint.
“So, move your ass before I dry!” She barks as her two underappreciated groupies scurry back inside the dorm.
It worked! Don’t mess with Max, bitches! I smile as I walk back over to the steps to see her slumped over on the steps. She looks so depressed now. But she totes deserved it for being a bitch to me and everyone else too.
“Uh.. hey, Victoria.” I hesitantly greet her.
“What do you want, Max?” She snaps at me almost immediately.
I really shouldn’t be so mean to her. Even now when she deserves more. My only goal was to get by her and I’ve accomplished that.
“I am sorry. That’s an awesome cashmere coat.” I comfort her. She looks at me and relaxes her features a bit.
“It was… but there will be another.” She sighs softly, as if she’s slowly admitting defeat.
“Well, you always seem to know how to pick the right outfits.”
“I do have some talent. Mr Jefferson told me--” She leans back in a new confidence boost and plops her hands on her lap.
‘I’ve seen your pictures. You have a great eye. Richard Avedon-esque.” She looks up to me, slightly taken aback by my shower of compliments. I don’t think she knows how to deal with that. The only other people that are nice to her are her friends in the vortex club, and she treats them like trash too. But I saw a different side of Victoria today, a vulnerable side that I noticed from the moment I met back with her on the steps.
“He’s one of my heros.” Victoria’s eyes soften up as she looks up at me. “Thanks, Max.” She seems sincere. I don’t think even Victoria can fake that.
Did I really just bring the queen down from her throne? Maybe she’ll be nicer to me from now on.
“I hope those sluts get me a towel before they hang a sign on me.” Victoria looks up at me, maybe waiting for me to say something else. I stand awkwardly, not sure of what else to say. I notice my pants dried up quite a bit, but they were still chafing a little. She then pulls her phone back out and deletes the photo of me from earlier.
“You deserve a better shot. Sorry about blocking you and the… go fuck your selfie.”
“That was mean, but pretty funny.” I chuckle a little bit.
“And sorry for... making fun of you and your… well you know.” I look down in slight embarrassment at her near mention of my accident. “Just one of those days, you know?”
“I know exactly what you mean, Victoria. I’ll see you later.”
“Au revoir.” She scoots over, providing a straight path for me to walk.
I casually walk by her and into the dormitory, making my way directly to my room.
“Victoria is going to be pissed that we took so long.” Taylor says as her and Courtney run past me and out the door to save Victoria, brandishing a towel.
The hallway walls are filled with more Missing Rachel Amber posters and multiple flyers of student activities and various events going on around the town.. A lot of them I’m not really interested in except for a “Geek Grrls” book club. Could be fun, glad I’m not the only lonely nerd around. Toilet paper is strewn all over the floor. Looks like no one won this TP war. There’s nothing left but ghosts. Okay, enough distractions, I seriously need to change so I can face the rest of the day with at least some dignity.
Room 219, my room. I walk in and shut the door behind me. Home sweet home, my favorite cocoon. Now to get out of these uncomfortable clothes. I slip my shoes off first and then peel off my jeans and underwear before dropping them with the rest of my dirty clothes. After slipping on fresh pants, I go to grab my flash drive, but instead I find a note where I had left it.
“Hey girl, I borrowed your drive so I could watch some flix while I study. If you need it back just track me down in my room. - XOXO D.” Great, now I have to get the flash drive from Dana’s room. This day just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it?
My bed looks so inviting right now. I lay down for a couple minutes to relax, letting my legs dangle off the side. A sigh of relief escapes me as I collect my thoughts. This day has been so bizarre and it feels like it’s gone on forever.. Maybe I’ll just wake up now and find out I was dreaming all of this… Or like Poe said, “A dream within a dream.”...
Okay, enough time wasting. Must get flash drive. I reluctantly force myself off my bed and leave my room for now. As I walk out into the hallway, I spot Juliet running out of Dana’s room and closing the door quickly behind her.
“You can’t get out now, Dana! So tell me the truth or rot in there!” Of course. Just when I need to get something from her too. Welcome to the real drama queens of Blackwell.
Dana is a cheerleader for the Blackwell Bigfoots, and loves to dance. Sometimes, I see her when I walk back to my room, dancing on her bed. I curiously but cautiously trot down to Juliet, who looks ready to throw down, violently texting on her cell phone and trying to call someone. Dana is furiously banging on her door from the inside, begging her to let her out.
“Hey, Juliet, is everything cool?” I meekly ask as Dana’s muffled voice pleads behind her.
“Let me out, Juliet, this is so stupid. I have to fucking pee.”
“Oh yes, Max, I’ve locked Dana in the room because we’re ‘cool.’” Juliet barks back in a snarky tone.
“What did she do?”
Dana pounds on the door again. “If you don’t let me out I swear…”
“What didn’t she do? Dana’s been sexting with my boyfriend.”
“Ouch. How’d you find out?”
“Uh, why do you care? Why are you even asking me?” “You never talk, just zone out with your camera.”
“That’s why I’m talking to you now.”
“What’s my last name?”
Shit.. what was her name? I remember hearing it before but seriously can’t recall it right now.
“Juliet… Juliet... Olson.”
“That was truly sad. Thanks for your concern, ‘Max Caulfield.’ By the way, Juliet Watson.”
I stand there dumbfounded, but now that I know her name it’s time to rewind time and try to fix this mess. I hold my hand up and travel back to the beginning of our conversation, saying the same thing I said to her before and the conversation plays out exactly the same. I feel like I’m getting used to it.
“Hey, Juliet, is everything cool?”
“Oh yes, Max, I’ve locked Dana in the room because we’re ‘cool.’”
“Juliet Watson, you be nice!” I demand, feeling confident with my newly found info.
“I’m flattered, I didn’t think you knew my name at all.”
“Uh… of course I do.”
“Thanks... I locked Dana in, because she’s been sexting Zach, my boyfriend. Unbelievable.” She says while Dana pipes up again.
“If you don’t let me out, I’m going to piss myself!” Wowser, I hope she can get a break soon. Poor girl… I focus back on Juliet.
“How do you know?”
“Victoria Chase. You know her.”
“You could say that, but why would Dana go after your boyfriend?”
“According to Victoria, Dana would do anything to date a quarterback.”
“According to Victoria? Oh..” Of course she’s involved, this whole thing sounds super inky to me.
“She saw the sext, and Zachery won’t answer his phone. Once she admits it, she can go. Straight to hell.”
“Max, I swear I didn’t do ANYTHING! But I bet Victoria did. I know the proof is in her room!” Juliet’s prisoner seems to have noticed my presence from the other side of her cell. Good idea, I should go check out her lair to see what I can dig up.
I back away from the drama dorm and sneak into Victoria’s room, her door was left cracked open, almost like I was being invited in. Her room is so much more organised and cleaner than mine. A few art and photo posters hang on her walls, but nothing too crazy, unlike my crazy wall of a billion photos. The next thing I see is her laptop, lying open on her desk in front of me. I wonder what I can find on it.
After waking her laptop up, I see the internet browser open with a few tabs. Her facebook page is the first one, and I’m relieved to see nothing about me from today but instead an awesome picture of the school, complimented by a tree next to it. I’ll give Victoria props for not posting my photo… and for this nice shot. Her webmail is open on the next tab and after a quick search of “Juliet” I find one she sent to Taylor Christenson with the subject ‘bitch down!’
“Taylor, so sad to inform you that I totally punkd Juliet and Dana just now. All I had to do was mention to Juliet that I saw a nasty sext from Dana on Zach’s phone.
Dumb azz believed me and so I expect there to be a dorm rampage soon. Juliet deserves this for slutting Zach away from me. As for Dana -- who gives a shit?
Get out your popcorn.
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VC”
Boom, this is the email I need to show Juliet. I knew she set this whole thing up, she’s so jelly of anyone that can get what she can’t. Now I have to print this fast and get the hell out of here. After pressing ctrl + p, the page pops out of her printer across the room. I grab it and bail, returning to Juliet who’s still trying to call Zach. This better convince Juliet that Dana is innocent.
I stop in front of her and hand over the printed email.
“Juliet, read this.” I know it will probably make her feel like shit, but it has to be done. I can’t blame Juliet for thinking it was Dana, Victoria is a manipulative bitch. I probably would have been fooled too. She takes it and reads over it curiously.
“Of course...” Juliet frustratingly says as she furrows her eyebrows. Reluctantly, she unlocks Dana’s door and she walks out slowly with a disgruntled look about her face. Juliet covers her face, unable to even look at her right now.
“I’m an asshole, I’m sorry Dana.”
“You are, and I hope so. You really think I’d mess around with Zachary?” Juliet has her back against the wall as Dana scolds her.
“No! But I get stupid jealous.” She opens her eyes and turns her head to look at Dana, pleading for forgiveness. “I owe you dinner, still love me?”
“And you do my laundry.” Dana looks down at her pants and I follow her gaze. Her jeans are soaked all down her legs. Stupid me, I took too long. Too late to rewind now. Poor girl, I know how she feels. I look away to avoid staring.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry… really.” Juliet facepalms again after seeing what she put her through. “Thanks Max, you’re like the Blackwell ninja.” She exclaims while leaving the dorm. “Now let’s see what Zach has to say about Victoria.”
“You set me free! Thank you. Warren’s flash drive is on my desk.” Dana steps aside, leading me inside her room and I follow behind her. She lays a towel out across her bed and sits down on it.
Dana looks so bummed, yet relieved just sitting on her bed. I approach her, smiling gently.
“Seriously, thanks again. I can’t believe Juliet locked me inside my own room. Real mature.”
“Poor Juliet gets her rage on. I hope she doesn’t kill Victoria.”
“Zachery should worry too. As if I’d let that ego case jockstrap touch me.” Dana looks down at her bed while speaking. Even though it’s all silly high school drama, it’s still drama and I still feel bad for her. “But I bet Victoria would be all over that action… or has been.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through all this today, it’s been insane for me too.”
Dana sighs, relieved. “It’s okay, Max, thank you for being around today. If only I hadn’t peed myself like a little girl.”
“Don’t worry… I’m sure it happens to everyone at... some point.” I almost wanted to tell her I did the same thing just this morning, but I couldn’t muster up the confidence.
“Max, you’re smart to be a loner here. Though Warren obviously likes hanging with you.”
“What do you mean?” I probed, confused.
“When you opened the flash drive, didn’t you see the special folder called ‘Max?’”
“Yeah, okay. I gotcha.” I don’t know if like Warren like that, but that thought makes me go red in the face a little.
“Are you blushing? Ha! Go ahead and grab the flash drive whenever… I um…. need to change.”
I spot the flash drive, sitting and waiting for me on her desk. Grabbing it makes feel like I just completed an epic quest for a rare item and I have to suppress the urge to hold it above my head while humming a certain tune from a certain adventure game. Put it in your bag, dork.
After that, I smiled and waved goodbye, then left the dorms to find Warren.
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Right, so only one omorashi part. I could have posted this a long time ago. The reason why I didn't is because I was going to finish out the entire chapter with one more minor scene from Chloe, as is outlined in the attached text file. I cut off the story in this post where Max leaves Dana's room. But in the text file you will see everything up to the mid part of Warren and Max's conversation in the parking lot, shortly before nathan would show up. After that is literally an outline of just bullet points roughly describing the rest of the episode as well as the part from Chloe. I was just going to have her pee a little bit after David hits her, from fear, but not a full wetting.There are some typed out dialogues scattered throughout it, but nothing really interesting. But I left it because why the fuck not.
Sorry for not finishing this and taking a year to post this shit. I suck. I'm honestly flabbergasted that this topic was still alive and there was a small handful of people still following it. . Hopefully I will stick to completely original works in the future.
Thanks to @KozmoFox for helping with editing and shit.
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Got the urge to write something quickly and hammered this out in a day. I think it came out well enough. This is a streetfighter story so they will be getting beaten up. Nothing serious though so if you've read my stuff before you know what to expect otherwise heed the tags o.o
Shadaloo's Finest
The crumbling walls of the military style building stood around the trio of identically dressed women. Three women stood glaring at each other amidst the billowing smoke and wreckage of the freshly destroyed building. Two stood united staring at a long twin-pigtailed woman. All three rippled with lithe muscular bodies built for fighting poised like a coiled spring ready to bolt into action at a pin drop. “Cammy come back…” The orangey-blond began before her brunette haired partner finished her sentence for her. “Lord Bison won’t permit you to leave.” The two dolls spoke with robotic precision in such a manner that would seem strange to an outsider. To Cammy though, it was all too familiar. She shook her head vehemently raising her tightly clenched fists in anticipation of them making their move. “I can’t Juli… I won’t... you can fight it too Juni… he doesn’t own you. Try to remember who you are… who you were…” the fighter said trailing quietly feeling an immense sorrow for the brainwashed members of her old unit. Her words seemed to have little effect on the leotard clad pair as the shorter blond held her middle three fingers up speaking in a firm tone. “You have three seconds to profess your intents to come with us or we will act with force.” She stopped abruptly before lowering her ring finger, two seconds… her middle finger came down, one second. She dropped her pointer finger and still no answer.
True to their word they jumped into action the moment darting towards their former compatriot. They knew each others moves having been trained to be the ultimate fighting machines. Cammy was the best however. The fastest, the strongest of The Dolls and even working as a seamless pair the two soldiers would have a difficult time taking her down. The lithe blond was greeted by a flurry of punches and kicks as the pair worked in tandem to breach her defenses. It was almost too fast to see but for each of the fighters it was like a complicated dance. A moment’s hesitation as the pair calculated their next move and Cammy saw her opening. Juni lunged forward as Juli held back and Cammy spun meeting her with a crushing axle spinning knuckle. She leaped forward in a spin keeping her arm close to her body using the momentum to lash out. The back of her fist crashed into the side of Juni’s face completely diverting her attack sending the orange haired Doll to the ground seeing stars. Juni blinked as she hit the ground hard her world spinning. She felt vague warmth in her uniform and blushed knowing Cammy had knocked the piss out of her. M. Bison would never tolerate such weakness. Juli was ready however and as Cammy knocked Juni to the ground she delivered a powerful spinning arrow kick catching the traitor right in the chest.
Cammy slid back managing to keep her footing. She growled as Juli engaged her solo while her partner struggled to her feet now sporting a darkened ring of discolored navy blue fabric from where she had slightly wet herself. Without Juni assisting her though Juli’s attacks were being repelled with general ease by Cammy’s methodical defense. Retaliation was swift and brutal penetrating her guard with a mixture of brute force and precision. A straight punch caught her in the diaphragm knocking the wind out of her. A knee came plunging into her side as a follow-up. Juli cried out in pain when the Cammy’s knee came bludgeoning into her side again slamming her kidney’s. “J…Juni help.” Her voice for the first time had lost its robotic monotone tinged by fear before the red gloved fist caught her cheek in a devastating hook. She stumbled back spinning on her feet in a daze tasting blood. Blood however wasn’t the only liquid released; The material of her tights was quickly changing color as she lost control of her bladder. The elite soldier was wetting her uniform and only dimly aware of that fact, feeling the liquid warmth rushing down her legs spatting on the floor in a lukewarm puddle. Cammy felt bad about having to fight them knowing their brainwashing compelled them to fight but couldn’t help smirking slightly at the sight of Juni wetting herself. “Now what’s M. Bison going to say about that…” she taunted as her competitive nature showed.
Juni managed to recompose herself by that time and lunged at Cammy from behind. Slipping her arms around the crooks of her elbows she grunted jerking her back pinning the blonde’s arms behind her back. “Juli I have her!” she barked. The brunette was still dazed from the sudden beating a trickle of blood running down her chin as her eyes darted to the entwined pair and she pushed her pain and the discomfort of wet clingy leggings out of her mind. The punches came in a series of rapid hits as she repeatedly drove her fist into Cammy’s toned midsection. She coughed up flecks of spittle her eyes wide feeling the rapacious assault bruise her pale flesh. Having managed to loosen Juni’s hold by just enough she threw all her weight downwards doubling over throwing one of her aggressors over her back. The orange haired doll landed flat on her back with a dull thump. Juli stared in surprise having to jump back in order not to get clobbered by the body of her teammate. Cammy was already flying towards her with a deadly spiral arrow by the time she had landed on her feet. The powerful kick assaulted her bruised body even further leaving her on the brink of defeat. She could feel her bowel quiver in fear wiping the blood from her chin as she swayed slightly on her feet. Still she raised her fists determined to follow orders and bring Cammy in. The wet material of her tights and leotard clung to her skin starting to itch madly as it cooled irritating her epidermis.
Her pissy suit was the least of her worries however as Cammy wasn’t finished. Her fist came with blinding speed driving into her stomach. Her eyes bulged as the force of the blow shook her to her core with such force her weakened body emptied her bowels noisily right into the seat of her uniform. She gasped frantically as the breath was knocked out of her a wet crackling filling the air as the skin tight leotard left none of her evacuation to the imagination. She involuntarily let out a grunt forcing the rest of the load out soft shit spilling down her thighs staining everything it touched a dingy brown. She had little time to realize how mortified she was to have such an accident in front of them as Cammy’s foot cracked against the side of her head with a side spin kick and merciful unconsciousness consumed her. She wrinkled her nose at the foul smell seeing the distended bulge in her suit. She whirled around hearing a familiar trickling hissing noise to see Juni had pulled herself to her feet and was in the process of voiding her bladder in fear at what had been done to Juli. Her body trembled as she stared at Cammy with a fearful look. The inner sides of her leggings were completely saturated with piss. The human part of her wanted to run in fear knowing it was a lost fight at this point but the brainwashing was too strong and she couldn’t fight it no matter how hard she tried.
Charging forward she raised her first determined to defeat the traitor for Shadaloo. Determination however is not always a viable measure of success and Cammy tired of wasting time with these two let out a grin as she lunged into a powerful combo of moves. The spin drive smasher led with a spiral arrow; the spinning kick that intercepted her charge. Following that came the cannon spike kick knocking her up into the air. Finishing the rapid series of moves was a flying spinning back kick knocking the poor soldiers body back slamming her against one of the ruined walls. Cammy landed in a kneel beads of sweat glistening on her skin from dealing with these two. Turning to see Juni slumped against the wall she frowned seeing she was still struggling to get off of the wall.
“Juni you’ve lost give up…” she said crossing her arms over her chest as she slowly approached her. She was still on her feet but her back was against the wall holding her up. Her breath was labored and she could feel a broken bone or two aching agonizingly with each breath. The sight of Cammy approaching her was too much for her potty training and like her partner a look of horror and disgust filled her face as she vacated her bowels in psychological fright of the woman symbolizing her ultimate defeat approaching her. “N…no” she mumbled shutting her eyes tightly as a firm log of shit pushed its way into her tights. Held firmly in place by her leotard it looked almost comical straining against the thin fabric of her uniform. Once she finished the taut material smushed it against her and she collapsed defeated, exhausted and wearing her own waste.
Cammy let out a heavy sigh as she quickly retreated from the building they had confronted her in making her way towards the main gate, towards freedom. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her feet pounding against the pavement. She didn’t know how her mind control was broken or why all she knew was she had to get to freedom. She was so close she could taste it as the main gate came into view. It began to open revealing a smirking figure just on the other side and Cammy nearly skidded to a halt realizing in horror who was waiting for her. He strode in with a methodical countenance that made her shudder. Her metaphorical father, M. Bison in the flesh escorted by a large division of Shadaloo soldiers entered the grounds the gate shutting with a metallic groan behind them sealing the compound. Cammy knew she was going to have to go through him if she ever wanted to be free but the thought made her feel weak in the knees. “You didn’t think I’d let you fly away that easy did you my little killer bee?” he asked with a condescending drawl as he slowly stepped towards her. She just glared back at him determined not to show weakness taking a fighting stance starting to feel the adrenaline flow. “You bastard Lord Bison…” she growled curtly cursing at herself for falling back on her old Doll commands addressing him as lord. The slip-up brought a faint smirk to his face as she charged him leaping into the air. He watched her with cold calculating eyes simply adjusting his cape much like a matador anticipating a raging bull.
Her spiral arrow kick was met with a flash of psycho energy. The ball of energy lit the fire of pain in her body and her kick fell short as she tumbled to the ground. Refusing to lose her momentum she rolled through and carried her movement into a spike cannon kick rolling up from the ground intent on driving her boot right into that smug face of his. The satisfaction wouldn’t come as he seemed to phase backwards catching her by the ankle. She could feel his powerful grip wrapping around her ankle like iron yanking her off the ground. The legion of grunts all around them murmured to themselves. The very soldiers she was in charge of not days before now watched eagerly waiting for her defeat. He yanked her higher with a smirk his fist glowing with dark psycho energy. She struggled wildly flailing with her other leg delivering kick after frantic kick into the side of his head. He barely looked phased by her moves and widened his smirk as he plowed his fist forward charged with psycho energy bashing it against her stomach. “The arrogance, the sheer impunity to think you could break my hold over you!” he shouted in his powerful voice as his fist pounded against her stomach bruising the flesh under her leotard. She coughed up gasping for breath. Her struggling had died, his grip like wrought iron around her all she could do was hang limply in his grasp as he ruthlessly beat her.
Her moans of pained turned into a pitiful whimper as she felt the control over her bladder quickly weakening. The next hit brought a quit spurt which dampened the gusset of her thong like leotard almost imperceptibly. Desperately she tried to clamp down her he was so strong and it hurt... it was unlike any beating she had ever received. Each powerful hit in the same spot over and over again. The next brought and even longer spurt saturated visible to M. Bison. He sneered seeing the trickle of piss trickling down her stomach leaving a narrow darkened streak stopping just short of her breast. “I trained you better than that!” he bellowed winding back once more for a strong punch into her stomach. She howled in pain as a gush of piss washed through her leotard that lead to a steady stream arcing out of her burbling through the taut fabric before falling down on her discoloring her suit. He paused watching her empty her bladder in her uniform soaking the fabric covering her stomach, covering her breasts and dripping onto her face and hair. She coughed and spit wriggling in his hand her eyes shut tightly. Laughter echoed from the surrounding crowd as the Shadaloo soldiers muttered to themselves watching Cammy helplessly piss herself.
Her tossed her to the ground a look of contempt on his face.. Cammy ground rolling as she hit the ground. Tears welling in her eyes as she rested a hand on her stomach feeling like her insides were turned to much from the beating M. Bison had given her stomach. She could feel her stomach gurgling painfully. She felt woozy from the pain but still she rose to her feet. She tried to shake off the pain but it impeded her movement. She felt sluggish as she charged M. Bison letting out a pained battle cry. Her speed wasn't helped by the feeling of a piss soaked leotard clinging to her every curve.
His voice boomed “PSYCHO PUNISHER!” he shouted as his eyes glowed with purple energy catching her by the face with his superior reach lifting her off the ground driving powerful bursts of psycho energy into her stomach before dropping her. Before she could hit the ground he reared back striking with and even more powerful blast purple energy exploding from behind her coursing through her veins. It was pain she had never felt before. Like her Doll partners before her body convulsed and her bowels emptied a soft mush into her leotard. The tight clothing stretched as a brown smudge blossomed on the fabric discoloring it in front of many smirking faces. Waste dribbled from the cuffs smearing her thighs and squishing up her lower back. She was completely and utterly defeated falling to her knees before down onto her stomach barely conscious as her world reeled. Her vision was blurred and she blushed intensely feeling the soiled sensation of her suit pressing against her.
M. Bison sneered at her grabbing her by the hair holding both pigtails in-hand dragging her off announcing loudly to the Shadaloo soldiers “She is to be re-brainwashed and perhaps... re-pottytrained.” he said with a scowl before taking her away leaving only a sordid trail of waste behind her. |
This was written a while ago, so Zayn is still included.
Liam: You had been expecting Liam to have a bit of a restless night tonight after Louis had made you and all the boys watch a horror movie, but you were a bit surprised when you looked up from your book to see he had soaked the bed! You gently shook him awake and he sat bolt upright with a yell. He had obviously been having a nightmare. When he realised what he had done he turned tomato red and started stuttering apologies. You put your finger up to his lips to shush him.
"It's ok Liam, I'm not mad. You had a nightmare and it scared you, simple as that. It doesn't matter" you told him. He nodded and rubbed at his eyes - he had been crying a little from fear and humiliation.
"Thanks y/n. I seriously thought you were gonna be mad" he mumbled.
"Of course not. Now get changed while I strip the bed" you told him gently. He did as you said, but when you were finally back in bed Liam was too freaked out to sleep. You had to 'borrow' Zayn's nightlight to get him to sleep - you didn't think Zayn would care, he had recently got a dimmer switch for his main light. You were proven wrong when both of you were woken up the next morning by Zayn yelling.
"I've told you a million times Louis, stop messing with my nightlight!" You and Liam looked at each other.
"Oops!" You both said perfectly in sync.
Niall: "It couldn't have been me!" You yelled. You and Niall had woken up to find a wet patch right in the middle of the bed, and were both blaming each other.
"Look at your pyjamas!" Niall yelled back.
"Look at your's!" You could see that Niall had a wet spot on his pyjamas, but you looked down anyway... to find that your pyjamas were soaked as well. You looked up at Niall. He had the same confused expression as you.
"We must have both done it!" he decided. "My bladder muscles must have stopped working again, and you didn't go to the toilet before you went to bed" Now that you thought about it, that would explain why you didn't need to pee when you usually did first thing in the morning...
"Fair enough, it was both of us. So we both have to change the bedsheets" you decided. Halfway through Niall started messing around. He put the sheet over his head and chased you around the house, pretending to be a ghost. You both eventually collapsed on the floor, out of breath and giggling hard.
"I've laughed so much that I need to pee again!" Niall said.
"So do I" you realised suddenly. You smirked at Niall. "Race you to the bathroom!" He jumped up, laughing again, and ran as fast as he could. Naturally, you let him beat you.
Zayn: You knew Zayn was scared of the dark, so you panicked a little when the power was knocked out by the thunderstorm that was raging outside, but up until now you didn't know he was also scared of storms. He was curled into your side, clinging onto you tightly and shivering with fear, whimpering every time he heard the thunder. At one point the storm was particularly loud and Zayn let out a yelp as an especially loud crash of thunder nearly deafened you both. It was then that you realised a wet wartmth was spreading across the bed. You looked down, wondering if your hot water bottle could have leaked, and saw that Zayn had a wet patch on the crotch of his pyjama bottoms and was sobbing with embarrassment.
"Oh Zayn" you sighed sympathetically. "Why didn't you just tell me you had to go?" As soon as the words left your mouth you realised what a stupid question that was. You knew full well how shy your boyfriend was at saying he needed the toilet. You always had to keep an eye on him when you were watching movies. If he started to squirm, you knew to pause the movie and go and do something for a few minutes to give him a chance to slip off. Anyway, Zayn couldn't speak for crying so hard. It took ten minutes to calm him down enough to get him to listen to you. You changed the bed and comforted him while he was getting changed, and when you were ready to get back in bed you sat with your hands over his ears until the thunder stopped so he didn't hear it. There was nothing you could do about the power, so Zayn fell asleep in your arms because it was the only way he felt safe enough to drift off.
Louis: You were sitting up in bed listening to music one night because you weren't tired yet, and you noticed that Louis was mumbling in his sleep. You mostly couldn't make out what he was saying, but you figured out that it was something to do with water. Uninterested, you went back to your music, until a few minutes later you realised that Louis had wet the bed! You gave him a little shove to wake him up, but you hadn't noticed he was right at the edge of the bed, and when you pushed him he fell right out! Grumbling crossly and rubbing his head, he stood up.
"What was that for?!" he asked you furiously. You just smirked and pointed at the wet patch he had left on the bed. "Guess that explains the weird dream about waterfalls, then" he muttered. You were still giggling at him, so to pay you back he pulled the matress cover off while you were still sitting on the bed! You yelped and tumbled off just as he had done. You argued and teased each other a little, but only jokingly. Pretty soon you had made up, and Louis felt a little bad for making you fall off the bed, and ditto you with him. He decided to show you he was sorry, and pretty soon you had to change the bed again. But this time it wasn't from pee...
Harry: You watched quietly as Harry finished yet another cup of tea before heading upstairs to bed. As usual he couldn't be bothered going to the toilet before he slept.
"You'll wet the bed" you warned him. He just rolled his eyes.
"I was five the last time I did that! I'll be fine!" he said casually. You sighed and shook your head, but didn't argue further. You made up your mind to stay up and wake him when he started fidgeting, but it had been a long day and soon your eyes were drifting shut... Needless to say, you were woken up at 3 in the morning because the bed was completely drenched. You sighed and shook Harry awake. You weren't as annoyed with him as you thought you would be, so you decided to just poke fun at him a little then cheer him up. As soon as he woke up and realised that the bed was soaking and his special cat onesie was stained and smelly, he shocked you by bursting into floods of tears. You had expected him to maybe be a little upset, but he was sobbing uncontrollably like a baby! It took a while to calm him down enough for you to find out why he was so upset over one little accident. It turned out he was worried you would be mad at him for not listening, and had somehow got it into his head that you would put him in nappies!
"Listen haz, I would never do that, ok? One little accident doesn't matter, I promise" you told him once he'd finally got his tears under control. He sniffled and nodded gratefully. Ever since then he refused to go to sleep without going to the toilet just before in case it happened again. |
Again, same as last time, this was written a while ago so Zayn is included in this.
Zayn: Zayn sobbed with humiliation and hid behind you like a shy toddler when the boys came over. Liam stared, his eyes widening with shock.
"You didn't really do it, did you y/n?" He asked. You nodded firmly.
"It's for the best, you know what he's like" you said. Zayn always refused point blank to tell anyone when he needed the toilet, and if he was around anyone he would try to put off going to the bathroom. Sick of the constant accidents that this led to, you had put him in a nappy while he was taking a nap. He obviously understood why you had done it as he didn't try to take it off, but he still teared up and went very shy whenever he was around anyone else.
"Bit harsh, isn't it, y/n?" Louis commented as him and the other boys sat down on the couch. Anytime they had an evening off they would have a movie night at one of their houses. Tonight was you and Zayn's turn. You slipped a movie into the dvd player and got comfy next to your boyfriend. Just as you had expected, about halfway through the movie he started to squirm and cross his legs. Niall, who was closest to the remote, automatically started to reach for the pause button, but you shook your head at him.
"Just go" you whispered to Zayn, and lightly pressed down on his bladder. You could tell that he did go, because he started crying quietly again. You wiped his eyes and cuddled him, praising him and insisting that it was ok. Zayn sniffled and snuggled into you, but calmed down. Maybe, just maybe, he could get used to this. At least now he never had to say anything when he had to go, and if he figured out how to change himself, maybe he would never have to talk about it again...
Niall: "Enough is enough Niall, even the doctor said you should wear them" you said to your boyfriend as you held up one of the nappies you had bought for him. His bladder control had become almost non-existant so, worried, you had taken him to the doctor's to see what was wrong. He had pretty much just confirmed everything you had already learned, that Niall's bladder problems had worsened and nappies would probably be a good idea. Naturally, the little irishman hadn't taken it well, but you insisted. Eventually he gave in, but on one condition.
"You have to change me" Niall said firmly and confidently, although his usually pale skin was flushed red. You giggled a little, but agreed willingly enough. He laid back on the bed and you pulled his jeans and boxers off. You tapped his hips, telling him to lift up, and when he did so you slid the nappy under him. You pushed gently on his stomach to get him back down, then taped it up and put his jeans back on. He smiled and wriggled around in it, obviously liking the feeling.
"I cannot believe you seriously just did that!" Niall said, but he didn't sound angry. He sounded more like you'd just made his biggest dream come true - and hey, you realised, maybe you have. You already knew that Niall was rather kinky, but you had never asked about fetishes before. You decided to bring that up later, when you changed him. After all, you just wanted your little snowflake to be happy.
Harry: "Y/n, are you out of your mind?!" Harry yelled at you furiously.
"I'm only trying to help you hazza, you know that" you said to the back of his head, as he was now staring at the wall and sulking. Harry had an absolute horror of using the toilet anywhere but at home, he just couldn't go, and this led to quite a few public accidents. So far most of them had been hidden, and any pictures that got leaked were claimed to be photoshopped, but management were threatening to put Harry in nappies all the time if it kept up. You knew that this was pointless, as the problem only occured when he was out, but no-one would listen to you when you tried to explain.
"The choice is your's, Harold. Either wear them willingly when you're out and then you can take them off at home, or be stuck in them 24/7" you said firmly to him, calling him Harold instead of Harry or hazza so he knew you meant business. He shook his head.
"I'll take my chances of holding it while we're out and about" he decided, before heading out to the car to go to an interview. You put one of the nappies into your handbag anyway in case he changed his mind, and hurried off after him. You were both doing the interview together. About halfway there you realised you forgot to remind Harry to use the toilet before he left, and groaned at yourself. You knew what was going to happen. Sure enough he wriggled and squirmed the whole way through the interview, and by the time it was finally over he had to hold himself while he walked. There was no way he'd make it the whole way home, and you didn't want the car seats ruined, so you tugged him into the disabled bathroom.
"You know I won't be able to go!" Harry whined as he jumped about in place. "Why bother even making me try?"
"I know, and I'm not" you said calmly. "Take your jeans and boxers off and lie down." He started to see where this was going and his eyes widened in alarm. He took a few steps back, shaking his head, but you grabbed his arm.
"Look, I wouldn't normally force you into this, but you don't really have much choice here haz" you pointed out gently. "You know you won't be able to hold it all the way home, and you can't go here, so you're stuck with this. I promise I'll take it off as soon as you've gone." He whimpered sadly, but laid down on the floor like you told him. You quickly put the nappy on him and he stood back up. It was obvious he was going to try and hold it for as long as possible, so you and him headed back out to the car. 10 minutes later you were driving home and Harry was being unusually quiet, when suddenly he started crying and you knew that his bladder had finally given in. You smiled and promised to get it off him as soon as you were home. From that day on Harry always wore a nappy when he was out. The other boys never found out, but they always did wonder how Harry could be out all day and never have to stop to go to the toilet...
Louis: Enough was enough. Louis had been behaving like a total spoiled brat for the past week, and it was really getting under your skin! You had tried every punishment you could think of, but he either ignored you or laughed at you. Desperate for help, you asked the other boys for ideas while Louis was out. Three pairs of eyes instantly turned to Harry, who groaned and blushed, but eventually he explained.
"If I misbehaved when I was younger, my mum wouldn't ground me or anything, she'd put me in a nappy and make me use it" Harry explained quietly, bright red in the face and staring at his feet. "I remember she'd put tape round it to stop me taking it off, 'coz I bit my nails at the time and couldn't get the tape off"
"Louis bites his nails" you said. "D'you reckon that would work?"
"It worked on me! I was probably the best behaved kid in the world at the time!" Harry said, pulling a face at the very memory. So you and the boys made a quick plan, and as soon as Louis stepped in through the door Liam pinned him to the wall, Harry and Zayn held his arms and legs still, and you and Niall got the nappy on and wrapped the tape round the top where the sticky bits are to take it on and off. When you finally let go of Louis he looked down at himself to see that he was wearing a nappy and you and the boys were wearing very sheepish expressions.
"Sorry Louis, but I've told you all week that you've been a total brat and need to learn a lesson. If using a nappy and humiliating you is the only way, then so be it" you said. He frantically tried to get it off, but his short nails scrabbled uselessy against the tape and it didnt budge. The boys then had to leave for an interview, and you made them swear not to take the nappy off unless he used it, and not to mock him - you didn't want the punishment any worse than it already was. They promised, and left. It was late when he got back, and Zayn whispered to you that louis hadn't gone all day and he was very wriggly in the car. You nodded and thanked him, then closed the door behind him. Louis went straight to bed without speaking to you, and you followed him. You both laid in silence for a while with Louis wriggling like crazy beside you, when suddenly he stopped and relaxed. He must have finally used it, you thought to yourself as Louis let out a happy sigh. After holding it all day it must have felt good to just let go, even if it was into a nappy like a baby. You pulled the tape off and threw the nappy away and he instantly got changed back into boxers.
"Sorry y/n. I'll listen next time, I promise" he said. He stuck to his promise, but even so you kept a box of nappies and a roll of tape hidden in the wardrobe, just in case...
Liam: You were hidden in the wardrobe, planning to jump out and scare Liam as soon as he came in. He had talked Louis into helping him play a prank on you earlier, so now you wanted revenge. You watched through a gap in the doors as Liam finally came in, but he was acting so weird that you stayed crouched in there for a minute, watching him. Looking around nervously, he rummaged about under the bed and pulled out one of Niall's night-time nappies for when he stayed over. Smiling quietly to himself, he wriggled out of his jeans and boxers and put the nappy on, carefully taping it up. Suddenly you noticed how squirmy he was, and remembered that he hadn't gone to the bathroom all day. You had found this strange earlier, but now it was starting to add up. Once the nappy was on he reached under his pillow and grabbed the teddy bear he still couln't sleep without. He cuddled into it, before putting his thumb in his mouth and sucking gently. You thought he would stop there, but he didn't. Mumbling something to himself in the cute baby voice you had heard him use when he talked in his sleep, he suddenly relaxed all over. From where you were, you could just about make out the yellow stain spreading across the nappy. He smiled again, and once he was done he started to take the nappy off. You pressed your face closer to the gap, trying to see better, but you pressed too hard and tumbled out of the wardrobe, making Liam jump and look up. He blushed when he realised you must have seen everything, and quickly attempted to explain.
"I-I'm sorry y/n, I don't know why I do it, the stress has just been getting to me a lot and this really relaxes me for some reason" he babbled quickly, pulling at the nappy to try and get it off, but his hands were shaking now and it wouldn't come off. Suddenly, everything made sense. Liam needed ageplay, how could you not have seen it before? You gently laid him back on the bed and pulled the nappy off, putting a fresh one on him.
"There, mummy's little baby's all snug now!" you cooed at him, tickling his tummy to make him laugh. He giggled childishly and spoke in his baby voice again.
"Y/n, you be my mummy now?" he asked hopefully.
"If you want me to be" you replied, carefully dressing him in his oldest but most favourite toy story pyjamas. He nodded eagerly and cuddled into you. That was the start of Liam's new life, the start of his new favourite way to de-stress: being your baby - and even when he wasn't at home with you, he liked wearing nappies so much that he pretended to the boys he had bladder issues and just wore them all the time. Whatever floats his boat, you thought to yourself. |
Delia Ketchum hummed happily as she floated from table to table taking orders in her small, modest sized family restaurant. Today was Mother’s Day, one of the busiest days in the food industry, but not even that stressed the brown haired woman out. She had been looking forward to this day all week- Her son was coming home! At least for a visit anyway. Delia felt so honored that he would be making the time to come see her on this day. She felt invigorated and energized at the mere thought of seeing him again after so long, of course the four cups of coffee certainly helped to power her through the busy breakfast rush.
“Moooommmmyyyy, I’m bored.” The little five and a half year old black haired girl whined from her spot behind at the counter seated in a plastic chair with a Pokemon coloring book and few boxes of crayons that came with the kids menu. “I want to go home!”
“I know you do, honey, but you’re going to have to wait until Ash and his friends get here
later this afternoon. “ Delia answered heading over to another customers table with a fresh cup of coffee in one hand, and plate of pancakes in another. Why’d the daycare have to be closed today of all days?
“Can I go outside and play?” Emily begged from her seat squirming back and forth.
“No, you need to stay where I can keep an eye on you.” Delia said shaking her head. “What can I get you two today?” Delia asked plastering a smile on her face for the customers while trying to curb her youngests complaints for her guests sanity as well as her own. After a few exchanged greetings and pleasantries, another order was filled for the overwhelmed chef in the back.
A small twinge in the woman’s bladder let her know all the coffee she drank was starting to slowly catch up with her, but a brief glance at all the waiting guests outside, and all the tables that still needed to be cleared inside let her know that she’d have to take care of that later- much later.
“Mommmyyy!!” Another long drawn out whine called out to her as Delia let out an exasperated sigh.
“Mommy's busy!” Delia answered shoving dirty plates and silverware into a plastic tub as fast as she could before rushing back to dump them in the sink. “Oh that boy is so fired!…” Delia muttered trying to contain her frustration as the busy day wore down on the woman. “How could he call in sick on today of all days!”
“Mooommmyyy!”
“I know you’re bored, honey, but please just color for a little while longer.” Delia pleaded without turning around while beginning to lose her patience.
“But I have to go potty!!” Emily announced loudly to the entire breakfast and lunch diner earning a few chuckles from it’s guests.
“You and me both.” Delia muttered with a sigh resisting the urge to cross her legs while she wrote down another tables orders. After quickly taking the order to the rack above the kitchen, she quickly stopped by the counter. “Can you hold it for a little bit?” Delia asked hopefully, but frowned when she saw Emily squirming in her seat and grabbing herself. This is bad, I can’t take her home if she has an accident, but I can’t stop working to take her either. “Think you can be a big girl and go by yourself?” Delia asked a bit hesitant to let the pint sized troublemaker out of her sight.
Emily’s little green eyes lit up at the small bit of freedom she was presented with as she eagerly smiled and nodded her head. Why couldn’t I just use her as an excuse to pee as well? Delia chastised herself clearing another table before looking over her shoulder at the clock that hung above the counter. The breakfast rush should be over in another hour, then I can take a break.
After another forty minutes Delia found herself unconsciously bouncing from foot to foot with every table she stopped at regretting every single cup of coffee she drank that morning. Her once happy thoughts of seeing her son became replaced with her need to take a break with every passing minute until it got the the point she’d shove her own son out of the way if he was standing between herself and the bathroom. Ah customers can wait! I Can’t! She finally thought as she reached the point where she had to keep moving in order to avoid any leaks.
“Aww. who’s this little girl?” A woman asked heading over with Delia to the counter to ring up her total.
“This is my youngest.” Delia answered mindlessly keying in the information on the register while crossing her legs behind the security of the counter.
“She’s been so well behaved.” The lady went on digging through her purse for her credit card. “I haven’t heard a peep out of her this whole time I’ve been here.”
“Normally she’s a handful.” Delia said with a pained smile on her face as beads of sweat began forming on her head. Wait a minute...she’s right. I haven’t heard a single complaint out of her in a while. That’s not good; that’s suspicious!
“Emmy,” Delia asked turning her attention to the young girl who sat perfectly still in the chair once the lady was out of earshot. “Did you have an accident? You’ve been awfully quiet.” Emily shook her head and remained quiet. Suddenly a family of three walked in pulling Delia’s attention away from her interrogation as she seated the mother and two young children.
“Emmy, can I have two boxes of crayons, please? There should be a basket right under you...Emmy?” Ugh I know that look! That’s the I something bad and I’m about to get busted look! “Emily! What happened to all the crayons? There was a full basket this morning!” Delia asked after finding the now empty basket on the floor.
“I don’t know.” Emily mumbled hiding her face.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Delia asked using the palm of her hands to cover her face. Just 30 more minutes till Ash and his friends get here. Just 30 more minutes.
“Umm, ma’m?” A woman asked holding her young sons hand. “Do you have another bathroom or just the one that’s out of order?”
“Just the one that out of- wait, what?” Delia asked in panic. “Out of order?” She sprung to her feet rushing into the bathroom and froze at the sight of the tiled floor covered in water and a toilet that had long since over flowed. “No no no! This can’t be happening!” She muttered in agony seeing all hopes of relieving herself fly out the window. To make matters worse floating in the inch deep water was about ten empty cartons of crayons.
“Emmy! No, tell me you didn’t try to flush all the crayons down the toilet!” Delia said to her daughter once she returned to the counter while trying her best not to wet herself right then and there. After getting no response, she sighed. I’ll have to get Ash and his friends to watch the place while I run home. I hope I can make it! They should be here any minute! Please hurry! She mentally begged feeling the first leak escape.
“Emily? Why would you do that?” Delia asked returning to her daughters interrogation as Emily simply shrugged. “Look at me, Emily! Why would you do that?”
“I was bored.” Emily mumbled as she began to cry knowing she was in trouble.
A sudden jolt informed Delia she was running out of time. She quietly moaned while slightly bending forward and hands curled into fists at her side. She shifted madly from foot to foot as another leak escape larger than the last dampening her panties until they were thoroughly soaked. The first droplet snaked its way down her inner thigh as she cursed herself for wearing a skirt today. She was going to lose it at any second! It was no longer a question of if she was going to wet herself, but when and where.
Maybe if I run out the back I can squat behind the dumpster, she debated slowly moving towards the back inch by inch fearing if she made too quick or large of movements it would all come out.
“Can I have another cup of coffee?” Someone called out.
“I-I’ll be with you in a minute!” Delia stuttered out slowly making her way towards the back while ignoring the customers loud, obnoxious complaints about the poor service. Relief was just a few feet away! Just a little more! I can make it! Delia slowly inched her way out the door almost losing it on the spot as she fought her body’s desire to let everything come out. The dumpsters were right there! If she could just get behind them and manage to save her skirt… Suddenly the back door swung open startling the woman as the black haired boy yelled, “HAPPY MOTHER’S D-” he stopped mid sentence as he stared wide eyes with morbid curiosity.
Delia silently prayed it would be over soon as her body unleashed it’s severely held back torrent in front of her son as he stood gawking at her. All she could do was slightly bend over and hold her skirt out of the way as urine trickled down her legs, while most of it loudly splattered onto the concrete beneath her. 5 seconds, 10 seconds, why wasn’t it stopping? 15 seconds, omg, Ash, stop watching! 16 seconds. Oh God, Brock and Misty are here too. 20 seconds. Brock has a nosebleed. 23 seconds. Brocks fainted from loss of blood. 25 seconds, it’s slowing down. 28 seconds...it’s over.
“Ash! Don’t just stand there gawking!” Misty finally yelled breaking up the awkward silence as she stepped over Brock's lifeless body that glew bright red and made her way over to the distressed woman.
“C-could you go keep an eye on your sister?” Delia managed to choke out between sobs as Misty pushed him back into the diner.
“It’s okay, Mrs. Ketchum, don’t cry!” Misty said placing a hand on the woman’s back. “Here,” She said tossing a red and white ball into the air as a gold starfish stood on the spot as the gem on its center piece shone a bright red. “Can you help clean up, Staryu? Please gently use water gun to wash off any evidence.”
“Th-thanks, Misty.” Delia mumbled with a blush as she lifted her skirt out of the way as water was sprayed onto her legs. “I was so busy, and then Emily tried to flush all the crayons down the toilet and broke it. As soon as I close up here she’s going straight to bed for a nap.”
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Ketchum, I’ve got just the pokemon who can help.” Misty said with a mischievous smile as she held up both a pokeball and black marker. |
Well, I wanted someone to write a Delia Ketchum omorashi story for me, so the wonderful SashaButters took up my request and came up with an incredible story in a very short span of time. I would like to thank Sasha for fulfilling my request. She is an amazing writer and I loved every bit of her work, so much that it inspired me to write my own Delia Ketchum story. Both the stories are evidently distinct, with only the basic outline being similar. Well, here it is.
I hope you all like it. Enjoy!
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It was another hectic day at The Pallet House. Everyone was busy enjoying their meal while Delia Ketchum made sure each customer was taken care of and their demands met. She loved days like this. There were always plenty of customers to keep her occupied and more tips would flow in than usual on crowded days like this one. Not to mention, this also meant a higher profit earning ratio for her business.
It had been a few hours since Delia had opened the restaurant and she noticed that it was already jam-packed. It was so busy, many customers had to wait outside to get a table and it was taking almost half an hour to serve those people who had already placed orders.
Delia finished drinking a one-liter bottle of water she had started a while ago just before she went to a table. By the time she got done taking the order from the family of four at the table, a guy from another table asked her for a cup of tea.
After 20-30 minutes or so, Delia had made the rounds to all the tables, making sure not one customer was left unattended. It was at this point that her bladder started to send its first signals to her that it was getting full and needed to be emptied. This was nothing out of the usual for Delia. She had always been confident in her above average bladder capacity and had only felt desperate to pee once before while on the job.
The orders of sushi and rice were coming in at an astounding rate, so Delia had plenty to do to keep her mind off her rapidly filling bladder.
After another thirty minutes, Delia's bladder was starting to become urgently full. It had now been a little bit more than an hour since she finished one liter of water, and she must have drank at least four cups of creamed cold-coffee and a tall iced tea along the way to keep herself charged up for the rush. All that liquid was going right through her, and she knew that she would have to get to the bathroom soon. She was momentarily frustrated with herself for drinking an entire liter of water without thinking to go to the bathroom first.
"Can I get a bowl of rice over here?" requested a customer at table #17.
"I'll be right there," answered Delia. She went over to the table and asked if they wanted anything else with it. Delia's bladder suddenly contracted, forcing her to squeeze her thighs together for the first time. Luckily, no one saw her, at least not at the table she was attending to at the moment. As she finished taking the customer's order, she briskly walked back to the counter.
Upon her return to the table, she glanced in the direction of the toilets to see what the situation was like over there. The line was coming out the door for the ladies' room, and there was only a single stall, which meant that there was a pretty good wait for anyone who wasn't at least inside the bathroom. She finally gave the customer his rice bowl, and the group at table #19 decided to order another plate of sushi, three bowls of rice, and a couple of orders of Kobe beef. Delia was attending to all twenty tables at once and she knew she needed to constantly keep a check upon the rate at which the orders flew out of the kitchen to make sure no customer had to wait too long for their order. Her expertise and attentiveness not only made her very efficient , but the customers didn't mind to put up a small chat whenever she came along to their table, after all, everybody from the town knew Delia pretty well.
The orders for table number #6 were lined up and ready to be served.
Just as Delia collected the orders on her tray to take it to the customers, her bladder sent another wave of pressure over her. The pain of containing her pee was now starting to become a constant, and increasingly greater presence in Delia's mind. She placed the three bowls of ramen on the tray, holding it firmly with both her hands. This was the first trip of the day in which Delia had reached the point of walking very carefully out of fear of losing bladder control. Delia finally reached the table, immediately squeezing her thighs together once again. As she leaned down towards the table, the first couple of drops escaped her clenched sphincter and soaked into her pink panties. Delia gasped, rushing the bowl of ramen in her right hand down, spilling some of it onto the table. Now that her right hand was free, she grabbed the edge of the table to lean on it so that she could cross her legs as quickly as she could. This momentarily allowed her to regain control on her bladder, and only one more drop managed to leak into her underwear.
One of the customers at the table noticed that Delia was displaying signs of distress. "Are you ok?"
Delia "I'm fine, thank you." She was doing her best to play it off.
Man: "Oh, ok. It looks like you need to go to the bathroom or something, that's all."
Delia: "Don't worry, I'm ok."
Delia couldn't be farther from ok. She had lost three drops into her panties, and the pain in her bladder was not easing up at all. As she left the table, she did her best to walk with a normal, confident stride, but she couldn't make it more than half way back to the counter without giving her crotch a couple of good squeezes. By the time she was all the way back to the counter, she grabbed her crotch as tightly as she could.
From the counter, Delia could see the line to the ladies' room. It was still as long as before, maybe even a little bit longer.
Delia couldn’t believe the kind of rush her small restaurant was witnessing that day. As soon as a table was vacated, another group would occupy it.
Taking orders and serving food, Delia couldn’t even afford to take a moment to relax, let alone join the line for the ladies’ toilet.
She rubbed her thighs standing behind the counter as she fed the amount into the computer and prepared the bill for table #10.
Two hours into Delia's shift, she went into the kitchen to see if her Mr. Mime needed any help with the cooking, after all, how much could you expect from a single Pokémon to handle at once?
“Oh Mimey, I have to go to the bathroom so bad, and there is a never ending line at the ladies’, I don’t know what I’m gonna do?” Mrs. Ketchum said, holding her forehead for moment, a clear sign that she was feeling stressed about her need to pee. “Anyways, is there anything I can help you with?” she asked, standing there with her legs crossed.
“Mr. Mime!” replied the overwhelmed Pokémon,hastily trying to cook several dishes all at once.
After she made sure Mr. Mime could handle the task on his own, Delia walked back outside towards where the guests were seated.
Once she took a quick round to see if anyone needed anything she came back to the counter to stand with her legs crossed behind it.
“The food was amazing as always, Delia! Your restaurant is the best place to have a meal in the whole of Pallet town!” said a woman, heading towards the counter to get her bill done.
“Well thank you!” Mrs. Ketchum responded thoughtlessly, pressing the keys to get the bill done while crossing her legs.
“Are you alright? You seem unwell?” the woman asked with a hint of concern in her voice.
“Oh, it’s nothing, I just have to pee pretty badly.”
“Oh, I see. I hope you get to go soon..."
“I hope so too, I'm so desperate...I feel like I'm going to burst into my panties!" Delia said, handing over the bill to the woman.
As time passed, Delia’s need to empty herself reached to the point where she needed to hold her sphincters tightly shut all the time. Any relaxation at this point could have led to a loss of control which she certainly didn’t want.
"Try not to think about it so much. I know that's not easy right now, but I have to hold it in if I’m going to make it through this shift without any accidents,” she told herself.
Delia had a frantic look in her eyes. She was constantly shifting her weight from foot to foot now. She had a hand buried between her legs for five seconds before carefully removing it and showing some semblance of regained control. She had already scurried to take the bowls of rice, sushi, and a chicken breast table #12 had ordered earlier.
"Here it is, guys. Sorry it took a little longer than usual to get it out," Delia said.
"Oh no, it’s not an issue. It doesn’t matter if we have to wait a bit to have the best food in Pallet town!” one of the customers at table #12 said.
"Thanks, I’m glad you are enjoying yourself." Delia's voice was noticeably strained as she said this, and she was crossing her legs and bouncing her knees a little bit.
"Are you alright? You look tense," a guy at the table asked.
"Oh, it’s nothing, I just haven't had a break, and I have to go pee."
"Oh!" the guy nodded.
"I need to get to the next table, so just let me know if you need anything else," Delia said, forcing a smile.
Delia barely made it away from the table without leaking any further. Her bladder was throbbing, and it was taking every ounce of focus and strength she had to contain the endless flow of pee entering her tired bladder. As she arrived at another table, Delia lost a quick squirt into her panties, leaving a wet spot on the crotch of her panties, 2 inches in diameter.
"Oh no! I'm starting to wet myself like a little girl," Delia gasped under her breath.
"Do you know when our order will be ready?"
"No, but let me go check on that for you. I'll be right back," she said.
Delia frantically walked away with her thighs squeezed as tightly together as walking would allow her.
Most people there knew that it was a stressful job to serve a restaurant full of costumers but Mrs. Ketchum looked like she was on vibration mode. Everyone could notice her shivering body and pale face. None of them had ever seen her like this before. The always calm and smiling Mrs. Ketchum looked pretty anxious today. They thought, maybe attending to so many people at once was coming down a little hard on her and she desperately needed a break to sit down for a while.
Delia made it back to the counter, but not before losing another squirt into her panties. This time, her pee hole didn't close as quickly, resulting in an additional 1 inch to the diameter of her wet spot. A few drops sneaked their way down her thighs and some even fell to the ground.
"Oh God, I'm starting to pee in my panties! I have to get to the bathroom, NOW!!" Delia gasped , her eyes widening in horror, but there was a long line for the ladies' toilet and Delia was not in a position to wait that long.
“I can't hold it anymore!! I need to find somewhere to pee before my bladder bursts!"
She was now in a full pee-pee dance. Her hand was between her legs, and her thighs were squeezed tightly around her hand to help her apply desperately needed pressure to her pee hole. Suddenly, the customer from table #5 called to her.
"Mrs. Ketchum, could you get another plate of sushi for my table, please?" he asked.
"You got it!" Delia said.
As she hurriedly and frantically went in to get the plate of sushi ready, she was forced to take her hands out of her crotch. This made her pee hole sting, and the pressure was as intense as she had ever felt it. Her tightly clenched butt was the proof of the fact that just how much effort she was making to hold her pee in. She somehow willed herself back to table without leaking anymore of her urine into her underwear.
"Here you go, sir," Delia said.
"Mrs. Ketchum, are you okay? You don’t look well,” the man asked.
"I can't believe I got so busy. I haven't had a break and I really gotta go pee," Delia responded.
“Looks like you really need go, I hope you get some time to use the loos,” the man said.
“Yeah thanks… let me know if you want something else, okay?” Delia said before she left the table desperately in her nether region. Her bladder was so full that she wasn’t even able to stand straight, let alone walk. Her left hand was now buried inside her crotch, pushing the front panel of her skirt inwards and applying pressure directly to her aching, stinging sphincters.
Mr. Mime was quickly lining up orders at the counter, but Delia's bladder was so close to exploding that she handed off that duty to poor Mimey himself. Although being burdened with work, Mimey somehow managed to deliver the food to the customers, but Delia knew this cannot go on forever.
She had to take charge of her duties in the restaurant and she couldn’t afford to distract Mimey from his actual work as the chef.
Delia could feel her pee hole pulsating now. She was going out of her mind wanting to take a massive piss but she was stuck in this restaurant, serving customers. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold it before she had an accident.
Delia somehow braved herself to serve table #6 with their order. Once she collected the plates and food on her tray, she put the tray on the counter and crossed her legs once again. She had her right hand jammed inside her crotch as a final desperate measure to contain the overwhelming pressure she felt between her legs. Her thighs were sore, and her bladder was seconds away from giving up. Her legs were trembling with the sheer pressure that she was trying to contain in her bladder. God, she was dying to pee.
But there was still a never ending line for the loo and she absolutely was not in a position to wait that long. Her only chance was to run home to relieve herself.
Suddenly, another small jet of urine escaped into her panties, time was slipping out of her hands. There was no way she could hold it much longer, she really, really needed to pee somewhere, RIGHT NOW!! But what about the costumers? Who would attend them? Well there was no time to think about that. She needed to act quickly or else she would wet herself.
She quickly walked back into the kitchen, “Mimey, I am going back home to use the bathroom, my bladder is about to explode!” Delia gasped as she removed her apron and threw it aside carelessly, “Take care of the customers! I’ll be back soon!”, she rushed out even before completing her sentence.
“Mr. Mime!” the Pokémon raised his hand and nodded his head in affirmation.
Delia walked out of the restaurant, holding her crotch as tightly as she could. Her home was just a five minute walk away and she tried to hurry, but her awfully swollen bladder just could not allow her to walk any faster than she already was.
On her way back home, she came across several bushes that tempted her to get behind one of them and let it all out, but she erased the idea from her mind immediately. She was a respected and dignified woman and she wasn’t going to relieve herself out in the open like animals. She’d have to wait until she made it home ,no matter what.
She continued to take quick baby steps towards her home, moaning irregularly as each step sent waves of agony across her excruciatingly full bladder.
Finally there, Delia limped her way towards the front door. God, she was so desperate to pee!
Her posture told of her need to hurry! She was practically on the verge of wetting her clothes.
She quickly slid the key inside the lock and turned it open. Finally, Delia was just a few feet away from the bathroom and the explosive relief that she had needed for so long.
But as soon as she slid the door open and placed her first step inside, her ears met someone’s loud voice, “Surprise!” ,startling the day lights out of her.
Delia stopped cold and stared stupidly at Ash, her 10 year old son, standing there with his arms outstretched in glee.
Her eyes widened as another small but thick jet of pee spurted out of her. By now, Delia's panties had soaked up all they could and this time, the squirt went right through her panties and a few drops fell to the ground. Delia however, was able to stop the flow before it got completely out of control.
“A- Ash?! What are you doing here?” Delia asked, her fists clenched firm and thighs pressed tightly together. She was using every ounce of strength left inside her body to hold back the massive flood of urine inside her skirt. And she certainly didn’t have the time to stand there and talk with her son when her piss was just a hair breadth away from the exit, ready to pour out uncontrollably.
“Well, I just thought to- - ” was all Ash could say before Delia shoved him out of the way, and rushed towards the toilet ,grabbing her crotch.
But unfortunately, her body had reached its limit by then. She bent double, holding her right knee as some more urine made its way out.
“Oh no!… Oh no!…. No! No! No! Please, not now! Please!” Delia cried out, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as she felt her pee hole opening. Her body froze in horror as she put every bit of strength in each fiber of her body to keep her pee hole shut, but she failed.
A small rivulet of urine began to leak out, falling to the marbled floor from the rear hem of her skirt.
Ash’s eyes widened in shock when he saw this. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, this was certainly not the kind of welcome that he was expecting. And before he could say or do anything, the small stream coming out from his mother’s skirt turned into a waterfall.
Delia’s body had completely given out. She was having an accident.
She covered her face as urine began rushing out of her involuntarily with incredible pressure and speed, soaking her skirt and panties.
She had unleashed a streaming jet of pee, which made a loud splattering noise as it hit the floor beneath her feet.
Ash stood thunderstruck, listening to his panting mother as she wet herself in front of him.
The torrent sprayed out of her like a broken pipe. The multiple jets of urine, some sliding down her legs, made a pattering sound as they formed a vast puddle on the ground.
Delia began to cry, caught in between a feeling of humiliation but also great relief.
Delia continued peeing for ages; even she was amazed by how much liquid there was inside of her!
Every time she thought the flow might recede, a new stream surprised her. The puddle had now grown to an impressive size, covering a large portion of the room floor.
She just went on peeing and peeing and peeing, making Ash wonder how her bladder must have held this much. He was shocked to see the quantity was pouring out of his mother. He just couldn’t imagine how long she must have been holding it to have an accident that size.
Delia kept crying with her face covered as she went on relieving herself on the floor of her house. She couldn’t bear to look anymore, it was too humiliating. She kept crying and crying, wishing and pleading for the spectacle to end. Finally, the waterfall turned into a river and then to a trickle until at last Delia was completely empty.
With all her strength gone, Delia slumped down into the enormous warm, golden pool, further soaking her skirt. However, warm wetness still moistened her cheeks as she sat there crying her eyes out, looking at that moment helplessly. She couldn’t believe what she had just done. She had wet herself! And that too in front of her own son! She couldn’t even wait until she got to the toilet! Delia had never felt more disgusted at herself in her whole life.
Ash was surprised to see the size of the puddle. It was huge. He hadn’t imagined his mom had needed to go that badly. He felt so intrusive for having seen such an uncomfortable event.
“Mom? Ash said, stepping on the puddle of urine as he walked closer to his mother.
“I’m sorry mom,” Ash said soothingly, rubbing her back. Delia kept sobbing with her face covered. She didn’t have the courage to face her son after this.
“Don’t be sad, mom. It happens to everybody.”
“But it’s not supposed to happen! I left work to come home and use the bathroom and look what I did!” she said, removing her hands to reveal her face flooded with tears.
“But it’s not your fault mom! There is a limit to how long one can wait,” Ash said, “ And you know what? I am pretty sure you kept attending to the customers even when you had to go this bad. This just shows how dedicated you are to your work…and I am proud of you for that! ”he continued looking into his mother’s eyes.
Delia couldn’t respond. She wanted nothing more than to dissolve in her own urine and tears.
"It's okay mom, it was just an accident..."
"B-But..."
"It doesn't even matter, it was just an accident. It happened, so what? It doesn't really bother me... and it shouldn't bother you either... You are the most loving and strong person I know and I am really grateful to have you as a mother. A mere accident doesn't change anything mom, at least not for me... "
Ash was obviously trying to make her feel better, so Delia decided not to give him too hard a time.
And for some reason, seeing Ash smiling at her with that optimistic enthusiasm seemed to dry her tears right off, so she gave the boy a weak, but genuine smile of her own.
He held her shoulder and continued to softly rub her back.
“Why don’t you go get a shower?” Ash suggested.
“Hmm..” Delia nodded in agreement before she slowly got up from the floor, numerous drops of pee dripping off her skirt , “ But please don’t tell about this to anyone... okay?” Delia pleaded.
“Sure mom..”
Delia felt grateful that although she did have an accident, at least it had happened in front of her son.
Maybe she had underestimated Ash. Despite being a ten year old, he was quite mature and understanding.
Ash ran in and came back with a dark-blue towel. He gave it to Delia, who wrapped it around her waist to conceal her wet skirt.
“Thank you” she said, before she walked towards her room. After throwing her wet clothes into the laundry, Delia took a long shower. All the soap and hot water in the world couldn’t wash away the disgusting feeling of wetting herself in front of her son.
Back in her room, Delia put on some dry clothes, ready to leave for work. Her bladder and pee hole felt sore from the battle she waged against the ocean of urine that she had contained for so long.
Just then, she heard a soft knock on the door.
“Can I come in, mom?”
Delia walked across the room and opened the door.
“Are you going back to work mom?” Ash asked, looking at her clothes.
“Yes.”
“Well you don’t have to,” he said, holding Delia’s arms to direct her towards the bed,“You must be exhausted after all that, I want you to take an off for the rest of the day,” he said as he at her down.
“But-”
“Don’t worry, I’ll go in as your replacement, you just relax…”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, absolutely..”
“O-Okay...,” Delia said with a meek smile, “I wasn’t expecting to see you here though. I thought you were travelling?”
“I know mom, I just came along to surprise you but all what happened was really unexpected..”
“I know..” Delia looked to the floor.
“Well, let bygones be bygones .Rest for a while mom, I’ll take care of things for you,” Ash said as he stood up from the bed and began walking towards the door, “…and just to remind you mom”, he said, turning back, “I love you…”
For the first time in hours, Delia smiled. “I love you too, honey.”
Ash came back to hug his mom before he took his leave, “Take some rest mom, you deserve it.”
And with a sense of satisfaction far greater than she could have imagined, Delia laid down on the bed, closed her eyes and went to sleep. |
I have been a long time visiter to this website but this will be my first post.
This story uses characters and locations from Telltale Game's The Walking Dead Season 2 and is inspired by a post from dovahkingal101 but uses nothing from that piece besides the base concept.
As this is my first post I hope for honest feedback and opinions. Any tips or pointers are appreciated. No need to be shy.
Apologies for any misspelled words or grammatical mistakes that I may have missed.
Enjoy.
"Sarah, Clementine you two stay safe, we shouldn't be gone more than two days. And Clementine, look after Sarah while we're gone." Carlos added to her in private. The group set out before sunrise, beginning their trek through the early winter snow and leaving the two girls alone in the cabin.
The old pipes beneath the structure had burst due to the falling temperatures, rendering the cabin's toilets clogged up and unusable. The group had been forced to start using the nearby woods to find their relief. This had been especially difficult due to the icy conditions and Rebecca's advanced state of pregnancy. One advantage of the cold, however was the sharp decrease in walker activity, which enabled the trips to nature's bathroom to be relatively safe, however inconvenient.
But with the winter only growing colder, the group decided that it'd be best to attempt to repair the pipes sooner rather than later.
Luke seemed to recall an old plumber's shop in a town not too far away and the entire group were placing their trust and the future of their bathroom escapades in his memory. Everybody besides Clem and Sarah had set out on the expedition. Even Rebecca and Alvin who were in the hopes of finding baby supplies in the town.
Despite her constant protests, Clem was forced to stay behind and "hold down the fort" and to supervise the teenager who was constantly babied by her father.
While Clementine held a certain fondness for the older girl and would count her as a friend, she did serve as an annoyance more often than she would like.
Although she was older than her by a few years, the way she acted you never could've guessed that was the case.
This was mostly due to Carlos' overprotecting nature and his constant need to shelter Sarah from the horrors of the world.
Even though Clem believed this to be only making Sarah weaker, she didn't say anything to Carlos as no other member of the group seemed to have done so and as the newest member, she felt it wasn't her place to question how things were run.
The group had been gone about two or three hours and Clem and Sarah were sat together in the lounge, redoing a jigsaw puzzle that they had already solved over 20 times previously, when Clem first spotted Sarah shift her weight awkwardly where she sat.
Clem hoped it wasn't what she thought it was. While Sarah is generally very easy to look after and entertain, she had the downside of being excessively shy about certain subjects.
For instance, even though they had shared a room and a bed for several weeks now, Sarah still insisted that Clem leave the room whenever she changed her clothes, and while Clementine simply slept in a top and underwear, Sarah continuously wore full pyjamas to bed, complete with an ankle length dressing gown should she need to walk about.
But most of all Sarah was excessively shy about her bathroom needs. When the plumbing still worked it wasn't too bad, She would just sneak off to the bathroom whenever she thought that no one was looking, but ever since the woods had become the new toilet, things had become far more difficult for her.
While every other member of the group had adapted to the new arrangement quite well, especially Clem who had been using nature for her relief for many months before, Sarah, however took to the change quite poorly.
She flat out refused to use the woods unless her father escorted her out and back, and even then she would commonly wait until she was close to her limit before going.
What baffled Clem was that someone who was so shy about her bladder before hand, would unashamedly potty dance in desperation rather than simply pop outside to relieve herself.
Clem had seen more of Sarah's desperate dances than the others and recognised the signs of her oncoming need immediately, what she was both curious and worried about however was how Sarah would deal with her need without her father around to escort her.
For the moment, Clem decided not to say anything and to just wait and see if she would do anything of her own accord.
They continued on with the jigsaw, Sarah's shuffling steadily became squirming as the time went on. Clem kept her eye on her movements and could tell her need was rising quickly. Sarah would sit up, wiggle her butt a bit against the sofa and cross her legs, then repeat that same action every few minutes.
When Clem was placing the last piece of the puzzle into place, Sarah let out a slight moan of desperation.
"Everything okay?", Clem asked.
"Yep...all good", murmured Sarah through blushing cheeks.
Clem, thought that this had gone on long enough, if she was in Sarah's position she would've gone long before.
"Need to pee?", she asked calmly.
This seemed to fluster Sarah and only make her need worse.
"What? N-no, I don't, I'm f-fine" she stammered embarrassingly. Her hand lingered on her stomach, Clem could tell that she wanted to hold her crotch but was still to shy to do so.
"Of course you do", Clem replied, slightly annoyed, "Just look at you, you're practically holding yourself".
"N-no I'm not" Sarah said as she quickly moved her hands to her side, but crossed her legs tighter. "I don't know w-what you're t-talking about".
"Yes you do", Clem retorted, "and your dad's not around to take you this time".
Sarah moaned again and squirmed were she sat. Talking about it seemed to make her need worse.
"I-I'm fine, don't worry about me".
Clem realised that this technique wasn't going to get Sarah outside. She'd need to change her tactics.
"Come on Sarah, I've got to go too". It wasn't a lie, Clem did feel a slight need but could've held it for far longer if needed. "Just come on out with me, it won't take more than five minutes".
"N-no, I c-can hold it", Sarah replied, her hands hovering by her crotch again.
Clem was loosing her patience. "Look, Sarah. You're dad said they'd be gone two days or more, there's no way you can hold it that long, I certainly couldn't. So come outside to pee with me now or you'll just have to do it in your pants!"
Sarah looked at her as if she'd been slapped, the formation of tears visible behind her glasses. Clem wondered if perhaps she'd been too harsh, but then Sarah simply said "O-Okay, I'll go with you", and stood up.
Clem was relieved that she hadn't hurt her and smiled at the older girl.
"It won't be that bad you'll see", she said to reassure her.
Sarah only grunted in reply and they headed over to the cabin door.
Once outside the cold made Clem's bladder shudder and her need increased sharply. She looked over to Sarah and guessed that she had the same reaction as she had finally placed her hands in her crotch.
"Let's make this quick" said Clem
Sarah nodded quickly and the two girls started out towards the tree line. Clem walking steadily and Sarah hobbling slightly behind.
"Right, you know the drill", Clem stated once they were under the canopy of trees. Once again Sarah simply nodded.
Christa had shown Clem how to relieve herself in the wild early on and she had become an old hand at it. She undid the button on the front of her pants and shimmied them down her legs. Standing there in her blue underwear with her pants around her ankles she looked over to Sarah to find her starting to head back to the cabin.
"Sarah! What are you doing!?"
"I can't do it, I'm sorry", Sarah called back.
"Sarah, come back her right now!" Clem said forcibly.
While she didn't turn back, Sarah stopped hobbling away. She bent her knees and bounced up and down slightly.
"I'm s-sorry, Clemy, oh g-god, I-I'm so sorry".
This confused Clem, she didn't think that she'd been that harsh, but then she saw what was wrong.
A dark patch was slowly growing out from Sarah's crotch. A line was traveling upwards through her butt crack and two other trails travelled out horizontally, underlining her cheeks.
Clem stood dumb struck watching the older girl wet herself until she felt a warmness in her own crotch, seeing Sarah's accident had caused her to leak slightly and in a panic she yanked down her damp underwear, squatted down and began peeing into the snow.
She looked up from where she squatted and seen that Sarah was still peeing herself. Two fat trails had snaked their way down the back of both her thighs, breaking off at her bent knees, dripping off and streaming down into the snow below, creating a bright yellow puddle by her feet.
Clem's urine stream slowed down and stopped before Sarah's who continued going in her pants for another 10 seconds or so.
From where she was squatted Clem had an excellent view of the accident but couldn't see Sarah's face. She could, however, her the sobs that the wet girl was uttering.
Clem checked her panties, they were only slightly wet at the crotch so she decided to keep them on and pulled them up, without bothering to wipe. She buttoned her pants and headed over to her distraught friend.
She was careful to step over the yellow snow and gingerly placed an arm around Sarah's shoulders.
Normally weakness such as that would have angered Clem, but it was clear that Sarah had taken her wetting very badly.
"Hey, it's okay, come on, let's get you in out of the cold".
Sarah didn't say anything, just continued to sob, but allowed Clem to guide her back towards the cabin.
Once inside, Sarah threw her arms around Clem's neck, buried her head in her shoulder and began crying loudly. After an initial shock, Clem responded and placed her arms around the older girl, being carful to avoid her wet legs.
"There, there, it's okay, there's no need to cry".
"Y-yes, there is,", Sarah chocked out between sobs, "My dad's gonna k-kill me".
"Hey, no he won't, it's just an accident" Clem said in an effort to comfort her friend".
"It's not just an a-accident, it's me being a b-baby and pathetic, I know you'd never have one, you're s-so strong".
Clementine blushed as memories came flooding back to her.
"Well......that's not...entirely true". She said, now her turn to be embarrassed.
"What!?" Sarah gasped, looking up from Clem's shoulder, "You've had an accident?....I don't believe it." Sarah said, seemingly forgetting about her wet pants.
"Well you better believe it, cause it's true, I wasn't always as strong a you think I am" Clem replied, embarrassed that the topic had turned to her.
"Oh you have to tell me about it" Said Sarah excitedly, her embarrassment and sadness having passed her by.
"Well.....I dunno"
Sarah looked at her with puppy dog eyes. While Clem didn't want to tell the story but it was clear that it was cheering Sarah up.
"Fine", Clem sighed, "but you have to promise not to tell anyone".
Sarah held out her hand with her little finger extended, "I pinky promise" she said with a smile.
Clem couldn't help but to smile too as she locked fingers with her friend.
"Well.....okay...where to start? It happened right at the beginning of this whole mess, y'know with the walkers and everything. This guy called Lee was looking after me and I was still hoping to find my parents. Anyway, we were heading to this place called Macon where Lee's family lived. We travelled there in a pickup truck with this nice family. We had been on the road for hours and I hadn't gotten to use the bathroom at all that day. I didn't say anything cause I figured I'd find somewhere to pee when we got there."
Sarah was listening intently to every word Clem was saying. However embarrassing the story was she knew she'd have to continue.
"Not to go into too much details but we were attacked by a group of walkers when we arrived and had to hide in a pharmacy with another group of people.
When we got in everybody started shouting and arguing, I didn't know what about, cause I had to pee so badly.
I told Lee but he just asked me to wait, so I started looking for a bathroom myself.
I found one at the back of the store but the door wouldn't open. I tried asking Lee for help again but he just said it was locked and to look for a key.
I found the key under the counter and went to open the door and when I did...... A walker jumped out at me and it frightened me so badly that I started to..." Clem blushed brightly, " I started to pee in my leggings.
I could feel it coming out but I couldn't stop it. The walker had grabbed onto me but all I could think about was the warm liquid running down my legs.
I must've screamed or something cause the next thing I knew Lee pulled me away from the walker and one of the other members of the group shot it.
Even with the walker off me I still couldn't stop peeing and I ended up finishing the whole thing in my pants.
My underwear were completely soaked and my leggings were sticking to my skin uncomfortably.
I looked up at Lee and expected him to say something to me, but he didn't even seem to notice, at least he didn't say anything about it.
So.....I didn't say anything either and I ended up staying in my wet clothes for the rest of that night. Even when they dried they still weren't that comfortable and I was glad to change them when I got the chance to.
Well....erm....that's it, I suppose" finished Clementine rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment.
"Wow" Sarah gasped launching at Clem with a tight hug. "Thank you for telling me that, it made me feel sooo much better" Sarah said through a large grin.
"Yeah...well...you're welcome?".
"I can't believe you stayed in those wet clothes all day!" Said Sarah, breaking away from the hug.
"Speaking of which" Clementine motioned towards Sarah's still wet pants. "You should probably get yourself cleaned up".
"Oh yeah" Sarah giggled "I forgot about that. Wait! What about my dad?".
"Don't worry, he doesn't need to know" responded Clem with a wink.
"Wow, really?" Sarah latched onto Clem in another hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Clem simply shrugged, "That's what friends are for". |
A/N: The last of my requests! I've never written for Clint before and honestly have no idea if I can or not, but this requester is my Friend Crush Friday every day of the week and I will do my best for them and their prompt.
Clint Barton had to do jobs like this under pretty much every condition imaginable. Jobs like this were his specialty, after all; long-range, well-concealed, easy take downs. He was a sniper, who got the job done efficiently, better with his bow and arrow than most were with guns.
He was adjusted to extreme temperatures on both ends of the spectrum, long waits, difficult angles, everything. No matter what was thrown at him during jobs, he could handle it. There was nothing that he couldn't take.
Though a full bladder was a pretty big inconvenience, he realized.
It wasn't as if he hadn't needed a piss on missions before. It happened every now and then, but it had just never been this severe. He wasn't sure why things were so bad this time; maybe he had just forgotten to go the last chance he had. No matter what the case was, he was going to be stuck in that position until the target had been taken out, no questions asked.
That did not seem like much of a problem in theory. Just hold it until the job was done, make it that long and there was no problem. But that was something that was much easier said than done. Sure, he could think about how he didn't need to go that urgently all he wanted, but that did not change the fact that it was getting pretty damn urgent and he would have to wait a lot longer, meaning it was going to get a lot worse.
Still, he could handle it. He had to handle it, and it would not make this more difficult on him. He wouldn't let it.
He tried to take his mind off of things by directing all of his focus on what Agent Coulson said to him over the small headset he wore. They were going to be in constant contact throughout this job, in order to ensure that things went seamlessly. Clint never minded the “company”, and now he could use it as a distraction.
He could not stop himself, however, from asking, “Do we have any clear idea of when the target will arrive?”
“Sadly, no. It could be anywhere from an hour to all night. We got you in as early as possible to be on the safe side, but we really don't have a clue,” was the unfortunate response that he got. He hoped that it would be on the sooner side of that estimate, though there was nothing he could do if it wasn't.
The conversation tapered off after that, which meant that he no longer had anything to distract him from the throbbing in his bladder. It was hard to hold still as the urge to squirm and fidget came over him. Jesus, this was getting bad. This was getting unbelievably bad.
He felt a sharp pang and clenched his fists, holding back a whimper. He did not want to entertain the possibility of not being able to make it, but his bladder had its own ideas and he would not be able to hold back forever. Eventually, it would let go, regardless of if he gave it permission to do so.
He could only hold so much, and even if that was more than average due to his job, that limit was still very real, and not very far off at this point. He tapped his foot lightly enough that it barely made a sound, but it also barely helped the situation. A quick fidget here or there was better, but not by much. This was verging on painful and he let out a low hiss.
“Something the matter?”
“No, nothing,” he responded quickly, cursing his brief lapse in control. But there was nothing he could do to stop himself from wiggling around, and he hoped that it did not creating a shuffling sound in the headset. It was necessary for him to move, and he wondered if he would be able to hold still long enough to make the shot. Not that he had a choice there; he had to make the shot.
Luck was not on his side, either. This damn target was taking their sweet time, making it more and more apparent that he really might not make it. He wanted to adamantly deny it, say that it would most definitely not happen, but he knew, in the back of his mind, that if he was powerless to stop it, that was all there was to it.
A sharp spasm caused him to hiss again, involuntarily, and he felt a small leak escape him. It was not enough to show on his pants in any way, but he could feel a definite dampness that was not there before. He was going to leak again soon, he knew, and though he hated to do it, he grabbed at his crotch to hopefully slow things down a little bit.
“Are you sure nothing's wrong?” asked Coulson. “Your breathing sounds off, and it sounds like your headset is getting jostled.”
“It's...” He paused. There wasn't any point in denying the problem, especially considering it would be found out eventually. “I need to piss pretty badly, alright? But it's no big deal, I'm fine.”
“Are you sure? There's...not really much I can do about that, but...”
“Really, it's fine. I'm not going to let it hinder the mission or anything like that,” was all Clint said. He was grateful when Coulson fell silent again, ending that conversation. It didn't really matter, since he knew the situation now, but it was nice to not have to discuss it. His throbbing bladder was enough of an inconvenience without adding an awkward discussion about it.
He was not fine, really. He knew that he was going to lose control, even with his hand down there, holding back the torrent. It was only a temporary solution, and soon it would all be over. But, then, he supposed he was fine after all; once he had his relief, nothing would distract him from the job. It was be mortifying, yes, but not as mortifying as it would be to mess this up over a full bladder.
It was as he was coming to terms with this and accepting the inevitable that that inevitable began. It started with a few more leaks that even his hand could not stop, until he felt that hand grow damp. He dropped it just as one of the spurts turned into a full-on stream, soaking through his pants with ease.
He groaned and the warm liquid ran down one of his legs, puddling on the ground beneath him. The sound of it hitting the ground was obvious, and he was glad that there was no one to hear it and catch on to his presence. Getting it cleaned up would be another matter entirely, but he wasn't thinking about that just yet.
This went on for longer than he could count, and when it was done, he stood in silence as he caught his breath. He knew that Coulson had to have heard it all and had to know what had happened, but the man on the other line said nothing. Clint was grateful for that, but he knew the subject could not be completely avoided.
“After I've taken out the target, how do you want me to...take care of this?”
“Don't worry about it. I'll have it taken care of.”
“Thank you,” he said, and he meant it. It was humiliating as hell that he had been forced to wet himself, and that someone else knew about it and would be cleaning up after his mess, but the job had not been compromised, and that was all that really matter. And he was somewhat happy, despite it all, to know that Coulson was going to help him out and treat it like it was no big deal.
A/N: Argh, shitty story, terrible. I'm sorry it sucks so much but I've had really bad wrtier's block lately and it's just been sitting here and I had to get it done eventually so I just rushed it. I am so sorry, friend. |
A/N: My first commission in a long while! It was a nice surprise to get that extra little bit of money when I was really, really broke.
Being constantly pranked by their little sister- or, in Josh's case, stepsister- wore on his and Drake's nerves quite a bit on its own. But, to add insult to injury, she always got away with it and would somehow manage to convince their parents of her innocence every time. She never got in trouble for the things that she did.
They tried to get revenge on her the old-fashioned way- a better prank- but she somehow always saw through them and outsmarted them. No matter how elaborate their payback schemes were, she defeated them with ease and then pranked them even harder, often using their own plans against them. Something had to change, and soon.
And then they began to wonder if the complexity of their pranks was the real problem. After all, she was well-versed in them and knew what to look out for. But she might not be able to spot a more simple one coming. Relying on the classics might be their best bet to finally have their revenge on her.
They entertained quite a few ideas, but so many of them involved more steps than they thought were necessary to keep it simple. And then the idea occurred to them, one so simple yet diabolical that they were guaranteed success. It was a classic bit that would be easy to pull off and would leave her properly humiliated.
They were going to lock her out of the bathroom.
~X~
They waited until the perfect day to put their plan in motion. Their parents would be gone for the day and had left them in charge, with the rule in place that no one could leave the house for any reason. With that rule, there was no way Megan could use any bathrooms that weren't in their home.
There were two bathrooms in the house, and since there were two of them, that put one of them in each. They had paid attention to some of her habits, and knew that she tended to make a dash for the bathroom around the same time each day. She seemed to wait until she was a bit frantic before she would go, which meant that, when the time came, it would not take long for their plan to come to fruition.
And just as they had predicted, not long after they were both secured, she came knocking at the downstairs bathroom.
“Is anyone in there?” she asked. When she got no response, she tried the door handle, but it did not give. “Come on, I have to pee! I don't hear anything in there, just come out already!”After a few minutes of silence, she gave up. “Whatever, I'll just go upstairs.” But, when she got upstairs, she was met with the exact same problem. “Seriously? I don't know what you two are up to, but this isn't funny! Let me in!”
She pounded on the door, hoping to intimidate the boy inside, but she was still met with silence. She huffed, frustrated. She actually had a very good idea what they were up to, but she was definitely not amused. When they came out, she was going to give them hell for this, but before that, she needed a solution to her problem.
She really had to pee, and she didn't know if she was going to be able to convince one of them to come out. She could try to scare them, but if that didn't work, then what would she do? She wasn't allowed to leave her house, the backyard was as far as she could go and definitely not an option. There was the kitchen sink, but that was too gross and embarrassing.
She had to get them out of there somehow, but for all her evil genius, she could not think of anything while she was this desperate. Normally, she would have no trouble defeating them and getting her way, but with her bladder demanding her full attention, she was powerless to stop them.
She clenched her fists, trying to clear her head and failing. She could not admit defeat, even when she knew that defeat was eminent. She had brought them to their knees so many times before, how could it be that they were going to triumph with something so simple and stupid?
Of course, she knew the stupidity of it was what had kept her from seeing it coming, but that was beside the point. She was stuck, squirming in place, trying not to lose control right outside the bathroom door.
It occurred to her that if she could last until their parents got home, she could run tattling and that would get them out of the bathrooms. Then she would win in both ways, and they would be punished for this. The only problem was, she had no idea when they would be back, and her situation was already so close to being out of control.
But she didn't have any better ideas. She was stumped and she was desperate, and she just wanted to pee already and the only option was to wait longer and hope for the best outcome. She was completely unable to stand still and had her legs crossed, bouncing up and down in place. It was her only hope of waiting it out.
She could not hold back a whimper as she felt the first leak spurt out, creating a damp spot on her panties. Her bladder ached for relief, and she wanted that relief so bad, but she forced herself to hold on, hoping for that best outcome. But a part of her knew that hoping wouldn't really do her much good, and that, whether she liked it or not, she was going to lose control very soon.
Megan bit down on her lip, her breathing growing labored. Her heart beat sped up in a complete panic and tears welled up in her eyes. It was too late, she knew it was too late, and another leak soaked her panties, this one bigger and creating a visible dark spot on her jeans. This was it, she was going to wet herself, and she could not delay that any longer.
A steady flow poured out of her before she could stop it, and her plan to wait shattered before her eyes. She had lost and they had won, and that was all there was to it. She whimpered as her bladder emptied, running down her legs and forming a puddle on the floor. Even with the humiliation of defeat, she could not deny that the relief felt amazing.
When she had finished, she stood in her puddle and thought about the situation. Soon, her brothers would be out to mock her and see their victory. There was no getting around that, just like there had been no getting around wetting herself. She knew that she had lost, but that did not mean she would remain defeated. She would face her defeat today, but this was not over.
Already, she had begun to plot her revenge. |
So, with this whole thing going on in the Wetting Experiences forum about fake experiences, I thought I could creatively exploit the situation by practicing first-person fictions, being put in "too good to be true" situations.
STORY ONE: SUBWAY DESPERATION
I didn't know what time it was, but it was kind of late. I had been out with my friends in New York, visiting over the summer. We had gone drinking at an upscale bar. I looked classy - the nicest black shirt I had matched with tight beige dress pants and white dress shoes. I drank a lot, but enough to keep me sober and awake. Soon afterwards, they were going out somewhere else as well. It was like 1 in the morning, and I was already getting tired. We arrived at 4 in the morning from the airport, and all we did was just check into our hotel room, and leave right afterwards. I hadn't slept in forever.
I had to be the deadbeat in our group, and call it a night. They tried to persuade me, but it wasn't enough to keep me from dropping out, and heading to the hotel.
Naturally, I didn't have enough money. I had a credit card, and that was all. I didn't think that a taxi would carry a credit card scanning thing, and if they did, I wouldn't feel too comfortable with that. You can never be too sure who is running a real business or not. I instead chose to use the subway. Safer, as far as I knew, and more reliable.
The nearest subway station was about a few blocks down the road.
As I was leaving the bar, I had started to feel a tingling feeling. I realized that I had to go to the bathroom. Nothing really urgent, it's just the tingling feeling that gets me. Anyways, I was more tired than anything, so I played it off. I could hold it until I got to the hotel. And I didn't want to bother taking that much time in a public restroom. And even if I wanted to, everything was either closed or busy.
I had finished walking the four blocks to the subway station. The feeling in my bladder got a little worse, because I walked without any stop, having the luck of getting green lights on the crosswalks. I paid for a pass with my card, and got down to the platform to wait. Not a lot of people were there. Maybe a dozen or so, and most looked like professionals and business people heading home after a long night of work.
Skip forward 15 minutes. The train wasn't there, and my need was starting to increase. I found myself crossing my legs subconsciously. I originally dismissed my need as something I could hold, and now it was starting to get uncomfortable. The coldness of the underground wasn't helping. I felt goosebumps in my back and arms. It was cold, and I was tired. I closed my eyes, just to help me relax a little.
I woke up. I was startled by the sudden noise of the train coming. Once I came to my senses, I realized one thing right away. I needed the toilet, and really bad. I don't know how long I slept for, since my phone was dead. The alcohol and fatigue knocked me down really good. My bladder was screaming for relief, and I was not prepared for that. In the meanwhile, I stood up to catch the train. My bladder soon cramped up, and I doubled in pain, squeezing my hands in between my legs to fight back. I caught a few glances of people noticing me hold myself.
My face turned red with the embarrassment of holding myself and having people notice me. I quickly sat down in the isolated end of the car in shame and desperation. My bladder was demanding relief, and I had mistakenly calculated that I hold it. I realized that I needed a bathroom, and fast. I don't know if the alcohol was messing with my perception of my bladder, since I felt the dizzying effects of alcohol ware off while my desperation increased.
The train was speeding down the tunnel by then. I kept shifting my legs back and forth. I was about 3 stations away from the hotel, so the next stop would be a third of the way. I took a deep breathe in. The train started to slow down as it reached the station. However, it wasn't the station I had in mind. I went to see the map on the side of the door of the train. I carefully stood up, and paced my way to the map. My heart sank when I saw that I had gone the wrong way.
Stupid, really fucking stupid!
I was frustrated at the news. However, the good news was that the train going in the right direction was right there, on the other side of the platform. I had a bladder to hold, so I had to consider whether to sprint or not. If I didn't, then I would have to wait. I could not take the risk. I (at least) power walked to the next train, and got on. About as I was about to sit and slow down, my heart dropped again at the realization that I was leaking. I felt a small dribble go down my leg. I jolted to the nearest seat, and shoved my hands between my legs. It stopped the dribbling.
At the very least, I was alone in the car. I waited for the train to start before I could inspect the damage, in fears of someone coming into the car. The train started speeding, and I sat up a little to check for wetness. There was a small patch of wetness that was dark and visible, due to my pants being beige. It wasn't bad, but noticeable.
I took the liberty to hold myself while being alone. I whimpered and squirmed freely, and it did help out. I stopped to hold my posture once the train stopped at the original station. Nobody came in, and I continued. Next station (1/3rd of the way), nobody. Next station, nobody as well, I was on a streak. The next stop was my last. I felt myself go cold with emotional relief as the train stopped at the last stop. I got up slowly, and stepped out into the station. Thankfully, there was even an elevator there too, for disabled people.
Nobody needed it, so I didn't feel bad using it to go up. The only thing that could go wrong was if it shut down while I was in here. That didn't happen, but something else did happen. I felt another dribble. I grabbed myself as tight as possible. I felt my eyes get teary. I was starting to wet myself. I have never felt this embarrassed before. I stepped out sheepishly, with the discomfort of the dampness in my underwear and parts of my leg.
Only a couple of blocks more. I moaned, hoping to make it. Some people did notice again, but I couldn't help it.
I tried my best to walk to the hotel. Then it happened.
What started as a dribble turned into a full stream. I clenched my hands down to stop it, but my hands provided enough pressure for my pee to shoot in all directions. I removed my hands, now shaking with relief and shock. I stepped to the side of the sidewalk, letting a couple walk be me, glancing at me disgracing myself. I could hear the girl giggle from a distance away.
I felt the pee run down the back and front of my pants, pooling into my shoes and the floor. It felt so good though. I have never felt this much relief. I took a broken breath in. It lasted forever.
My bladder finally stopped. A few spurts came out, but that was it. I felt relief, and then the shame.
I felt a few tears of humiliation go past my cheeks. I let a small sob out. I was out in a big city, with nobody but my friends, and I had just wet my pants. I retreated to a wall and begin to sob. I couldn't believe this. I thought I could hold it, but ended up peeing my pants. The wetness on beige clearly allowed the world to see my accident. The cold and clammy feeling of wet fabric only intensified my humiliation. I didn't know what to do.
I had to get to my room, fast. I had to walk past strangers, with my wet pants clear on display for everyone to see, and for everyone to later laugh at about. I had to go through a walk of shame to the hotel, keeping my head down.
I sheepishly entered the hotel. There wasn't a lot of people, but the few people there noticed the poor girl walking by, wearing her pee-soaked clothes. I made it to the elevator, and went to my floor.
I had to shower and change myself. But no matter how much I would wash myself or change myself, the embarrassment was permanent.
I made it to my room. I reached into my purse for the keys, desperate for clean clothes and a place away from people. Just then, the only thing that could make this night worse for me happened.
The stupid, fucking, retarded key to the room. I forgot it. My friends have it. I never asked for the key. I could not get into the room.
This was too much. I leaned my back into the door after trying to hopelessly open it without the key. I slid down to the floor, and began crying. My phone was dead, so I couldn't call for any of my friends. A clean pair of pants, a private space and a warm shower was just in my reach, but just like that, it was taken away.
People passing by couldn't help but glance at me. The poor young woman who was crying, and who wet herself like someone of one third of her age. Of course, nobody wanted to intervene, with the distant smell of liquor coming from around her. To them, I was just a helpless drunk who was too washed up to get to a toilet on time. I had to stay outside my room, in wet pants, in disgrace, in view of anyone, until my friends came. I don't know when they would get here. I didn't have any more willpower to even ask for help downstairs in the front desk. My only hope was that maybe, just maybe my pants would dry up by the time they got here. |
I'm finally back here, after another dry spell!
STORY TWO: THE SADISTIC TEACHER'S ASSISTANT
I rushed up the stairs, gulping down the rest of the contents of the large coffee I had gotten. I needed caffine today, since today was the midterm for general chemistry. I had been doing poorly in various tests, and I wanted to savage my grade. I needed at least a high B, so I had stayed up late and woke up really early to study. All that time, I had been drinking water and tea to keep me awake and aware. I skipped taking a quick shower, ate a donut and a coffee for breakfast, and put on a regular black t-shirt and faded jeans over the underwear I use for bed. I felt ready for this exam, there was no way I could get anything lower than what I needed!
Upon arriving to the class, the seats were quickly filled up. Since there were too many people to organize the class to sit one seat apart from each other, we were crowded up like in regular lectures. I found a seat in the front row of the class, in between two other girls. I sat back, and quickly looked through a few notecards that I had gotten. At that moment, I felt a funny urge. It slowly occured to me that my bladder was beginning to fill up. Not once did I use the bathroom while studying.
Still feeling a bit nervous, I dediced to go over my notecards one last time before I get up to go use the bathroom. Halfway through the notecards, one of the TAs started to yell over the class.
"Alright, it's exactly noon right now, so please turn off your phones and put away notes, we're passing out the exam!"
Dammit. I didn't notice the time, nor the TA nearby. They started to pass out the exams as people put their stuff away. I should have gone to the bathroom, but I guess I had to wait now. I got my exam, and immediately began. 30 multiple choice questions, and 4 free responses, with two and a half hours to complete it. I had enough time for the test, and I was sure I could wait for the bathroom.
A few minutes had passed, about 10 minutes. I had answered only 3 questions, since many of them were about kinetics. While putting stuff into the calculator, I couldn't help but notice that my need for the toilet was beginning to give me issues. I took a deep breath in, and a deep breath out. I could only shake my foot to keep my body distracted, although I wanted to at least put a hand over my abdomen, but it would be too obvious to the girls sitting next to me. I felt my mouth begin to get dry a little. But I could wait.
Another 20 minutes. I was on question 13, since the equilibrium stuff was kind of easy. I could feel the mild stinging of urine pushing against my bladder. I shook my foot a little bit more faster now. I looked at the clock, and it had been about half an hour into the time, give or take a few minutes. But I think I could wait.
This time, it was about another 10 minutes later. Question 15. I was beginning to panic. I was more focused on my desperation than the test. I had shifted around in my seat, much to the annoyance of the people next to me. I felt that I was breathing a bit more heavy now. I couldn't help but notice that the girl next to me kept glancing her eyes at me, giving me annoyed looks. I coudn't stay still. I really needed to go to the bathroom.
15 minutes went by. Question 20. I needed to go, and badly. I deeply regretted not going earlier. I bit my lower lip in desperation. I had to finish the test first though. So far, I was confident with all but 2 of my answers. I needed to get a few more correct on the multiple choice, and make an effort on the free response, and I could leave.
10 minutes went by. The first hour was over. By then, I had to discreetly put my hand on my lap. I was bursting. Too much liquid, and the fact that I had been sitting in this seat for an hour were making it worst for me. I decided to take my shot. I just had to, I really couldn't handle it. I couldn't risk having an accident. I turned red as I wrote on the scrap paper, and raised my hand.
The same TA that gave me the test came over. She looked cute, wearing a loose wool sweater with black jeans, and her long brunette hair was feathered elegantly.
"Yes?" she said quietly, with a smile. I shamefully pointed to what I had written on my paper.
"Can I please use the bathroom, Ireally need it, I'll leave my phone behind"
She frowned, and shook her head.
"Sorry, I can't let you do that, you should have gone to the bathroom before the test".
I turned red in embarrassment, since she said it audiable enough for people around to hear my predicament. Now both girls next to me were glancing at me with annoyence. I still felt a bit embarrassed about that. I was denied the bathroom in front of a dozen people. I could hear a snicker behind me. I took a deep breath as I continued the test. I could see the TA talk to another TA, both of the girls looked at my direction and giggled quietly.
Maybe like 15 minutes passed. In that time, I only answered one question. My situation was getting worse. The TA, for some reason, began walking around my area, looking at me with what I could tell was a small smile on her face. I kept on shifting in my seat, trying to cross my legs. I groaned quietly, trying to hold it in. I suddenly felt a small leak. I exhaled my breath, and quickly put my left hand in between my legs. I stopped leaking, but I could feel a small spot of wetness on my jeans. I kept glancing at the TA, begging her with my slightly teary eyes. I kept eye contact, and I realized that my predicament was only entertainment for her.
10 minutes later, I felt another leak. This time it was longer. I pressed my hand down. I didn't care if any of the people around me noticed, although I was sure they were noticing.
Oh god, oh god, oh no!!!
No matter how hard I pressed, I couldn't stop leaking. I felt the growing warmth in my seat, and I could see a medium-sized wet spot grow on my crotch. I realized that if I wasn't out of here in the next few minutes, I was going to wet my pants, guaranteed.
The TA looked over at me, and I had a feeling that she could tell that I was losing control.
I felt a single tear run down my cheek. I was about to humiliate myself in a class of like 200 people. It wasn't fair. At that point, keeping my dignity was more important than my grade. I could afford to study for A's on my next test and the final. With that thought, I felt an emotional relief, which I quickly realized was physical too.
The wetness spread through my seat, soaking my butt and behind my thighs. I felt a few streaks go down my legs, slithering into my shoes and wetting my socks. Even with my panties, jeans, and fingers, the pressure was strong enough to let urine go through its barriers, forming a little pool in between my legs. I didn't know how long I peed for. My jeans and panties were soaked, and my dignity was destroyed. I stood still for a minute, and shifted around a little to empty the pool of urine on my lap. Both girls weren't just glancing at me, but staring at me. The TA was also glancing very intensely at me. So many thoughts were racing in my head. I had just wet myself like a little girl in the middle of a large class.
I was totally red. I fought back tears, because I just wanted to curl up and cry. I didn't know what to do. I was wearing light-colored jeans, so the wetness was very noticable. I had no spare clothes or a sweater to tie around my waist, so I had no way of hiding my accident from anyone. I was in the front row, and I had to walk across the campus to get to the parking lot. I felt a few more tears run down my cheeks.
The TA kept looking at me, but she wasn't smiling. She was staring very intently, as if she was interested in what just happened to me. I kept my head down, and went back to my test. The discomfort of the now cold jeans were distracting me. Since it was the first time I emptied my bladder in last few hours, it was pretty concentrated and started to get icky and itchy easily. I sheepishly worked on the test. I just wanted to get out, I didn't care about the test anymore. I was confident with a B, and thats what I think I would get. I finished up my multiple choice questions
Finally, after sitting in my wet seat for an hour, and the test was over. The humiliation didn't get better with time, as I knew I was still being watched by the TA, as well as the people around me. The tests were being passed down the rows, and the girl to my left handed me the pile of tests, clearly getting a shot of my jeans. She opened her mouth, but closed it, as if she were going to tell me something, but didn't for unknown reasons. I added my test to the pile, and gave it to the girl on my right, who gave me a sympathetic look. The TA took the tests at the end of the row, and I noticed she was counting the people in our row and pulled out a test from the center of the stack.
With that, everyone was dismissed. I placed both hands on my lap, trying to cover up my accident as best as I could from the people walking by. Unfortunately, the darkness of the gray carpet underneath me was clear evidence of what had happened. I just wanted to curl up and disappear. I held back a sob as I realized I still had a long walk to the car, and a long drive back home. All I wanted was just a shower and clean clothes.
The rest of the TAs were talking in front of the room, each picking up a pile of exams. With everyone gone, and the TAs leaving as well, I was one of the only few people still left in the room. I had decided that it was time for me to go to my walk of shame, taking comfort in the few people left in the room that would see my accident. I noticed my hands were trembling as I picked up my bookbag. I ran out the room in tears. There were people in the hallway - a lot of them. They could all see me in my wet jeans, so I walked as fast as I could, past the bathroom. I thought about going to the bathroom to at least clean up, but it was pointless.
As I was walking by the bathroom, I heard something.
"Hey, excuse me!"
I hesitated to stop, as I wasn't in the state for conversations. I looked to see the TA that had denied me the bathroom. She was standing in front of the bathroom, waving her hand at me.
"Come, I need to talk to you!"
My heart was racing. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to talk, I just wanted to go home. But I saw that another large class was being dismissed, so I ran out of their sight, into the bathroom.
The TA was in the bathroom, and apparently we were alone.
"Follow me" she said as she grabbed my hand, and we both went into the handicap stall that was big enough for even more than two people. She opened her bookbag, and went through it.
"I don't know what happened to you that would distract you..." she said with a smirk, "but it seems you missed a big part of your test"
She took out my test, and handed it to me. I realized that in my rush to get out of the classroom, I had forgotten to answer any of the free response. I panicked. This was almost half of my grade. If I failed this test, the chances of me passing would be very, very slim.
"B-b-b, I, but, I d-didn't, I mean w-what can I do, t-to..." I stammered out. At that point, I didn't bother to keep myself from crying. Not only had I wet my pants, but I failed the test. I sobbed gently in front of the TA, trying to at least beg for a second chance. It was pathetic, but I didn't know how else to react.
"P-please, please, let m-m-me at least, at least answer t-two, p-please!!!" I choked out through my sobbing. "It's not fa-fair, I had an accident, ple-please don't do this to me!!!"
The TA giggled, and I noticed she was blushing as well.
"Tell you what...." she said quietly, as if trying to be discreet. "I'll just pretend I graded the tests, then I'll accidentally lose yours and a few others to cover my tracks...."
I nodded in agreement.
"And, since you aren't grown-up enough to make it to the bathroom, I'll run really quick to my car to get you spare clothes I have that I use for the gym, sounds good?"
I nodded as I felt a huge relief.
"And in return for that, you have to do something for me...." she said
"Wh....what, yeah, what do you want?" I stammered out, in a calmer way.
She giggled as she pulled me closer to her.
"First off, my name is Nadine" she said with an as-a-matter-of-fact tone
"I'll show you want I want" she said in a "seductive" way, as I felt one of her hands caress my lower back, and make its way under my jeans, and under my panties.
After an hour or so, I was speechless. Even though they were wet, I pulled up my jeans, as Nadine left the stall. I was still blushing, but not out of embarassment.
"Stay here, I'll get you some clothes, OK?"
I nodded without making a noise. I sat down on the toilet, still a bit uncomfortable from being in wet clothes. Nadine came back with a pair of sweatpants, although I still had to be in wet panties. She gave me a plastic bag to put my jeans in, and she walked me to my car. Before getting into my car, she gave me her phone number as she walked away. I could swear that her black jeans were glimmering a little bit, but her jeans were too dark to tell. I couldn't help but notice a few drops of something around the area she was standing in, trailing off to her direction.
Something told me that this wouldn't be the last encounter that I would have with her
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Hello, everybody. My name is Attica. Clearly, that isn't my real name, but that's what I would like to be known as. I've been a long time lurker, first time poster. I understand that perhaps this post would be better suited in the introductions page, but I wanted to post it here for a specific reason. I've lurked for a long time, because I liked what this website had to offer, the videos, pictures, and such. But I felt I had nothing to contribute, so I never made an account. I'd like to change that. I've had this itch, to write creatively, and incorporate an omorashi theme.
Before I get on to the main topic of this thread, I want to tell everyone how grateful I am- that you all exist. For a long time, I believed there was something wrong with me, for having sexual desires like these. I believed I was sick, twisted, wrong in the head. The secret of my desires has driven me mad, kept me awake at night, for years, because I believed that I would never fit into society. I believed that I was ill, and needed to be cured. I spent lots of time trying to break myself of this habit- only to slowly realize that it was natural, and that there were other people who felt the same way I do. It is liberating, knowing that people exist who validate my desires- knowing that you all feel the same way. It brings me a peace, to be able to tell someone, anyone, that I enjoy it when I wet myself, or when other people wet themselves, that I find it sexually pleasing. I might not ever be able to tell anyone, not my family, my close friends, that I have these desires, but the fact that I may tell complete strangers over the internet brings me relief in a way that I could have never comprehended without you.
I like to write. I haven't written a book- although I would like to change that, someday, perhaps soon- but I have roleplayed for nearly ten years now, on online forums and games. I have done plenty of erotic roleplaying as well. It has been surprising for me- the number of people I have found who have been willing to accept, or perhaps even share my fetishes. However, I haven't been able to fully satisfy the itch to write, with a few wetting-based sex scenes, and so I come here.
I plan to use this forum, this post specifically, to write works of fiction, that have an erotic, omorashi theme. The thing about my writing, is that it doesn't necessarily fully involve wetting and sex- those are simply themes, that are a part of the story. For the main part, my stories will be non-erotic. I hope that people- you people- will find them to be gripping, emotional, intense, and entertaining. Many of my writing themes incorporate conflict, struggle, and violence. But in the end, many of my characters have a deeply sexual nature, and their sexual nature has a urine twist to it. But I want to make it absolutely clear, that my stories are violent, and sometimes graphic in design. They are often tragic, and not for the faint of heart.
I don't plan on writing a whole story, not at first- I do have a plan, and I am sticking to it. I will write a few scenes at a time. Sometimes scenes will 'stand alone'- they won't have a chapter two, they'll be written simply because I feel like it- other times, the 'chapters' that I write will be a part of a long, ongoing theme, perhaps even long enough to fill a book I would be happy to publish and sell on the shelves of Barnes and Noble if they didn't reveal my sexual desires that would be inappropriate for the public, and embarrassing to put my name behind. It's a shame- that I have to be ashamed of this- but I am, and I am sorry if that offends anyone.
I've roleplayed in online games for awhile. I have come to realize that the normal world, the 2015 earth that we live on, bores me. I don't have the time, or patience, to create an entire world on my own, simply to satisfy my creative itch to write about people who pee in their pants- so I'll be using worlds that already exist, that I have already roleplayed in. I have done a lot of roleplaying in World of Warcraft, and also Star Wars: The Old Republic, so several of my stories will have their historical base in those universes. If the 'chapter' I write about involves 'unique' races from those two worlds, I'll post a picture for reference.
I also want to make it clear that the erotic theme in many of these stories will contain nudity and sex. I remember reading, when I made this account, that posting sexual pictures is a no-no: I assume this rule applies to stories as well. However, after all my lurking, I have a feeling that most of you won't care about that... if that's a problem, I would be happy to discuss it with any moderators. I also want to make my fetishes clear. I enjoy it when women wet themselves. I don't plan on writing about males- many, if not all of the romantic scenes in my stories will take place between two (or more) women- I don't write men very well. Furthermore, my fetish for omorashi also includes when females soil themselves. I won't write about that right away, but if I receive permission, and enough encouragement, my characters might start pooping their panties as well.
I suppose this tidbit is a bit conceited, and perhaps arrogant of me, but if any aspiring artists read my stories and find themselves to be inspired, I would be absolutely -thrilled- if you would like to draw a picture out of one of my scenes and post it on this thread. I actually am hoping that this might be the case- I enjoy my own writing, and other people's writing, of course, but having my writing brought to life in a picture... that would be so incredible. I would be grateful beyond words, regardless of the artist's level of skill, if anyone wanted to make a picture out of the things I write. It would be the ultimate compliment to me, and a part of me is writing all this in hopes that might happen.
Before I begin, one last thing I want to say, is if anybody spots any mistakes in my writing, or if they have any criticisms, support, or advice to offer, I would be very happy to listen to anything anyone has to say!
With that, I think I want to start this off with the first chapter out of the ongoing plot I plan on writing about. Here goes...
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TL:DR- HERE'S THE STORY
(This story takes place in the World of Warcraft universe. The main character is a Draenei: Here is a picture. THIS IS NOT MY CHARACTER.)
The Death-God's Pet
Chapter 1
Ella always thought she had a firm grasp on the way the world worked.
She was young, to be sure, but she was well educated- not with any help from her family, of course. She had paid her own way through
schooling. She had run errands, worked odd jobs, even done a few things she wasn't proud of- but she was a well educated woman, proficient in magic, or at least she thought, and that was a source of pride for her. She had been able to wield fire for a long time, and it had helped her through many a tight spot. Twenty-three years, a long time for a human, she had been on this planet, and she thought she had seen it all.
Ella lived in a world where the rich get richer, the poor die poor, and where men and women alike all wanted to fuck her. Sure, she was pretty,
what with her golden tan skin, her flowing, wavy brown hair, her sparkling blue eyes, and her satisfying, though not overly excessive curves; but perhaps it was simply the idea of fucking an educated woman that enticed the people who hit on her. Ella had learned a long time ago how to use that to her own advantage- specifically, in order to get free drinks. And here she was, sitting in the tavern, about four mugs of mead into her night, wondering what would happen next.
Then she saw her.
Sitting across the bar, with a glass of wine, looking refined- Ella was educated, of course, but she wasn't -nearly- as refined looking as the
draenei woman she saw sitting on the other side of the tavern with her glass. That woman looked like a diamond among coals. Compared to everyone else, she stood out, and it was obvious, the number of men trying to talk to her. She waved them away as if they didn't exist, and to Ella, that was exciting. Ella had always been attracted to power, and it was clear this woman was very powerful. It took a bit of courage- but eventually, the tawny haired human girl worked her way over and sat down next to this elegant looking woman.
Her hair was white, like driven snow, done up in a bun with a ponytail, with a hair tie embedded with gems. She wore a white silken dress, as
brilliant and clean as her own skin, white and pale for a draenei. Her eyes were like two glimmering sapphires in the darkness, and Ella wanted them. She had experimented a lot, in her life, and had come to understand she enjoyed sex with other women. She wasn't adverse to men- she still enjoyed a good dicking as much as the next woman, but other women held a special place in her heart. The softness of their lips, the tenderness of their fingers... and this draenei woman, her lips, painted with blue lipstick, looked very soft.
Ella gave her a little wave. "H-hi," She said, with a flustered little blush on her cheeks. ~Good job,~ She thought to herself, ~No, Ella, you don't
sound awkward at all! You idiot.~ Her worries were for naught, however. She saw the richly decorated draenei look her over. That pale woman, a smile split her face, and it looked... strange. She had been beautiful before, but now she seemed... intimidating. With that smile, Ella saw herself, within her minds eye, naked before the woman, exposed before this pale beauty, every one of her features and flaws exposed for examination. And then she gave her a wink.
"Well. Aren't you the most darling little thing?" She asked. Her voice dripped with nobility and intellect. Even this, such a simple thing as her
voice, the human girl found arousing. "T-that's very sweet of you to say," She responded, hiding her embarrassment behind her mug of cheap mead. The draenei woman reached over- and took it from her. Setting it on the counter behind her, she snapped her fingers a few times, and the bartender came over with a second glass of red. "There's no need to drink something like that, when you're speaking with me," she said, confidently, arrogantly. "Please. Let me buy you a drink," the pale, alien looking woman said as the glass of red was handed to Ella. It was less of a request, and more of a demand. The human girl realized this, and took it obediently. "Thank you."
The pale draenei woman swirled her wine in its glass. "What's your name, darling?" She asked, her voice dripping with sickly sweet intent. The
human girl blushed again, just at the sensation she felt from this enchanting woman's voice. "Ella," She replied nervously. The pale woman gave a little chuckle. "Ella... what a pretty name. Miss Ella, you may call me Excella," She said, as if giving the human girl permission to call her this, rather than simply saying her own name. "Excella Vidalla. It's such a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Ella took a cautious sip of her wine. It was bitter, but she could tell it was clearly well aged, and expensive. "T-the pleasure is all mine," She replied, getting back her confidence. Then, the draenei asked her another question. "Tell me, Ella... look around, at all the people in this tavern. Look at me, and consider yourself. Who do you think has the power, here?"
The human girl developed a confused expression on her face. "I-I'm sorry?" She asked, finding the question off putting. "You heard me," her
new friend replied, taking a sip of her wine. Ella glanced around, looking at all the patrons of the bar, as she had been told. "I... I suppose you do?" She asked, her response more of a question than a statement. Excella nodded with approval at the response. "You're right, I do. But, can you tell me -why- I have the power here?"
Ella couldn't figure a response to that. There were many reasons she could have given- the draenei's beautiful body, her attitude, her obvious
affluence; but she didn't say anything. Excella understood this. "The reasons are many. It could be because of my appearance- the diamonds I wear, the shape of my bosom. Perhaps it could be because of the gold I carry in my purse. But, you know, deep inside, that the reason is simple. It's because I hold more power, than anyone else in this room. It's because I could kill you- I could kill you, and everyone else in this bar. I have the physical power to do that. And, when it is all over- I could pay off the guards, and get off scot-free."
The human girl was a little more than intimidated- she shivered in her seat. But she felt strange. This sensation, that she felt, knowing the
amount of power this woman she approached, had; it made her frightened, of course, but more so, she was intrigued... and aroused. Ella hadn't known herself as a woman attracted to power, not until this moment- but she realized, quickly, the amount of control this draenei woman held over her destiny, made her moist between the thighs, and she couldn't explain why. She soon came to realize something else- the fear, that she felt... or perhaps, it was all the mead she had to drink- it made her feel the urge to urinate. "That's... fascinating." She said, shuffling in her chair.
Excella raised her eyebrow in amusement, watching the girl's uncomfortable shifting. "What's wrong?" She asked, as if she didn't already
know. "I, um..." Ella was reluctant to respond. "Come, now, don't be shy," the draenei woman said with a smirk. "Tell me what's wrong."
"I... I uhm, I need to, ah... go..." She said, standing up and preparing to walk out back to the outhouses. Excella stood with her. "What do you
mean?" She asked, clearly amused by drawing out the situation. Ella shuffled again on the spot. "You know... I have to, uhm..." She started to shift away, walking toward the door. Excella stopped, and took her by the waist, holding both hands against her. "You have to what?" She asked again, as if she didn't already know the answer. Ella was so red in the face, she looked as if her head was about to explode. "I-I... I have to... r-relieve myself..." She murmured, quietly, so the other patrons wouldn't hear. Excella smiled.
"I know," She said simply, refusing to let the human woman go. She struggled a little to get away, but not so much as to break the draenei's
grasp. "T-then let me go?" She asked, with a hopeful smile. Excella shook her head. "Look at you. Only a few drinks, and you need to go so badly. What a lightweight you are," She teased, stroking the girl's hair. "Why don't you just wet yourself?" She asked.
Ella felt a pang of pleasure between her thighs at those words. It was absurd, the idea of it- but the amount of control the draenei had over
her, and the humiliation of the act- wetting herself, in those tight blue jeans she wore... she fantasized about the idea, but shook her head at the same time. "N-no..." She murmured, squeezing her thighs together. The more she thought about it, the worse she had to pee. "I-I couldn't!" She protested, struggling to get free again. Excella held her hips still. Ella couldn't get free- it wasn't a matter of obedience at that point. The pale draenei woman was physically stronger than her, by quite a bit it seemed, and she wouldn't let her go. "Do it," she whispered into her ear. "Wet yourself like the little baby you are. People wet their pants all the time at bars. It just happens. Nobody will remember the next night."
(TL:DR x2: HERE'S THE PART WHERE SHE PEES)
Ella screwed her eyes shut tight, biting her lip at the knowledge that there was no escape from this. She felt the draenei's power, so close to
her- she knew her magic would not save her from this fate. Excella had decided her fate, and there was no escaping it. A faint little sob escaped her lips as she felt the warmth between her legs. An apple-sized dark patch showed up on her jeans, between her legs. The draenei woman cooed in her ear. "You're doing it," She said, as she reached down and felt that wet patch. "You already started. Everybody can see," She murmured seductively in her ear. "Just let go. You know you can't control yourself. It's okay, pet. Wet yourself. Lose control. You can't help it, I understand. Go to the bathroom in your pants. I'll take care of you," She continued to whisper into her ear.
Ella whimpered as she tried to hold the flood back. It was inevitable, at this point- she didn't realize how badly she had to go, until she was
being urged to do it. "I-I don't want to," She whimpered pathetically. "I don't want to... piss myself... i-it's embarrassing..." She said, looking to the side. Excella swatted her bottom in response to that, already taking control. "You think it's embarrassing for you?" She asked, kissing the woman on the neck. "Think of me... if anyone remembers this night, they'll know me as the woman who took home the girl who wet her pants. But I don't mind," She said as she stroked Ella's hair. "I don't care what they think, and you shouldn't either. You should care about what I think- and I think you should pee. It's not healthy to keep it in, pet..."
Ella gave a whine of protest, as she was unable to hold it back. She gave a little gasp- whether it was out of surprise, or pleasure, she wasn't
sure- as she started to lose control. "O-oh... oh no...." She whimpered, as that apple sized patch began to grow, dark rivulets streaming down the back of her thighs. "I-I'm doing it... I'm doing it, ohhh, oh E-Excella..." She was fully aware at this point that she was getting turned on- she was humiliated, angry, but the sensation of warmth and wetness flowing down her legs... excited her. "I-I'm peeing, oh, I'm peeing, I'm doing it, nnnhh, I-i'm wetting myself!"
Excella cooed again, kissing the side of the human woman's neck. "It's okay, sweetheart." She said reassuringly, gripping Ella's bottom, running
her fingers up and down the back of her thighs, feeling that warm, glistening wetness. "You're just a little baby. It's okay. You can't help it... just go, just wet your pants, like the pissy baby you are..." She murmured soft words of compassion into Ella's ears, as she used her pants as a bathroom. The rivulets all started to form together, creating a great wet patch down the back of her legs, running to her knees, starting to run down to her ankles, dripping onto the floor, a puddle forming underneath her. Ella moaned and sobbed at the same time, humiliated, and aroused simultaneously. Many patrons of the bar were watching her, some laughing, some astounded. The human girl whimpered as the last drops of her bladder went into her panties.
"I did it... I... I can't believe you made me do that, y-you, you made me wet my pants!" She said, in shock and anger. Excella shushed her.
"You'll be alright. Now come with me," She said, taking the human girl's hand and leading her out of the bar. The act was shocking- but it wasn't a showstopper. Pretty soon, people were drinking, flirting, acting as if it had never even happened- and the two women were out of the tavern, walking up the cobblestone road.
~~~
A short while down the road, Ella stopped. She wouldn't move, even as Excella gripped her hand and tried to drag her along. "What's wrong?"
The pale, alien looking woman asked. Ella pouted. "I can't believe you did that," Her anger showing through more so than her arousal. "You made me wet my pants. I've never been so humiliated in my life." The draenei woman pursed the corner of her lip, trying to figure out the situation, before she smiled, as if knowing what to do.
"Would you like to see me do it?" She asked.
Ella gave her a confused look. "What?" She asked, but there was no point. Excella was going to do it anyway. Her white outfit lit up by the
glimmering moonlight, she went over to the fence that bordered the side of the road. "Watch me," she ordered, as she bent over, hanging onto the fence for support, lifting her tail straight up into the air, her dress-covered bottom exposed for Ella to see. The human girl blushed at the sight, but couldn't look away. "What are you doing?" She asked. Excella responded with a little moan, and suddenly, a damp patch appeared on her dress, inches below her tail, right on her ass. She was peeing.
Ella gasped and walked over. "Y-you..." She murmured. Excella looked back over her shoulder. "That's right, honey," She said. "I'll wet myself
too. Would that make you feel better? Go on. Go ahead and touch," She said, turning to face forward again. Ella reluctantly reached over, as if she was afraid her hand would be swatted away, reaching for Excella's bottom. She took it in her hand, cupping it, feeling her ass and stroking her fingers over the wetness. The draenei woman moaned. "That feels good..." She murmured. "You, touching me. Go... ngh, ahead..." she said, giving her permission as she continued to wet.
Ella would be able to see that wet patch grow bigger, and bigger, as the draenei shamelessly peed in her dress. "Y-you... you're wetting
yourself!" She said in shock. "Why... why would you do that?" "To, mmmn, make you feel better, of course..." She said with a gasp as she emptied her bladder into her dress, that wet patch working its way down the back of her thighs. "And... because, I like it. I like it, Ella. I enjoy using my panties as a bathroom. It feels good... I even enjoy soiling my panties, but I'll save that for our third date," She said, looking over her shoulder and winking at the girl.
The human girl looked amazed. "I-I can't believe it!" She said, as she unconsciously brought her hand between her thighs, stroking herself
through her pissed in jeans. "It... it's so lewd! It's so unacceptable!" She said as she used her free hand to fondle and squeeze the draenei's butt. "You really... you really like to wet yourself?"
"I do," Excella responded with a sigh. Ella would hear her pee pitter-patter onto the cobblestones below, as the wet patch on her dress fully
extended to her ankles. "And soon, you will too. I know what you desire, girl. I know you want me. I know you would be aroused, you would cum for me, if I made you my pet, and I intend to do that. Soon, you'll wet your pants every day. You'll wake up, and pee in your sheets. You'll pee yourself, and won't even realize you had to go. That will be my gift to you- complete loss of control. I will control every aspect of your life- and you will pee whenever your bladder releases. You will wet your pants more than you even did as a child," She said with a sigh as the last few drops dribbled out of her pussy and into her panties. She straightened herself up.
"You've already agreed to it, whether you realize it or not- you will become a shameless wetter, and I will wet for you too, because I love you,
even though we just met. I already know what you are- what you desire. You will be my pet. I will be your mistress. And we will piss all we want, and nobody will stop us-
Because I have the power to do whatever I want."
~~~
END OF CHAPTER ONE |
The Death-God's Pet
Chapter 2
(This next chapter will contain a little wetting, but it will not be the focus of the chapter. This chapter will also contain sex, so I will put an explicit/spoiler warning after this point.)
Explicit Content
The night was growing a bit older. It was late, and the moon was high in the sky, when the pair of wet women came to a steel gate, embellished with intricate triangular
patterns. The center of the gate had an interesting symbol on it- the open palm of a hand, all five fingers pointing toward the sky, with an open eye in the center of the palm. Ella looked at it with a bit of concern, looking past the gate at what lay beyond. It was a mansion- literally, a mansion. It was massive. It must have been four or five stories, at least a hundred rooms, with a garden, servants quarters... it was practically a town, in and of its own right. "You... you live here?" She asked the dominating draenei who had made her wet herself. "Do you work here or something?" She asked.
Excella laughed at her, that haughty sort of laugh a high born person would have. "Don't be silly, girl. I own this mansion. I am Baroness Excella Vidalla. Everything that
you see beyond these gates belongs to me. And soon, it will all belong to you, as well- that is..." She paused and looked down at her. Her species stood much taller than Ella's did- the human girl forced to look up, and see that amused, yet also diabolic grin on her lips. "...That is, if you will accept my offer." She put her hand on the gate- on that open palm, with the eye- and a second later, the gates parted, and the two of them made their way up the winding stone road to her home...
~~~
As the two of them met the massive, engraved double doors that served as the entrance to Excella's estate, the doorways opened for them automatically, and
they stepped inside, their peed-in dress and leggings dripping a little onto the exquisite marble floor. This was Excella's grand hall- a great room with rosy marbled stone floor, leading up to a massive staircase perpendicular to a hall that extended down both ways of the second floor further than Ella could see. She was amazed- at the lavishness, the luxury this draenei woman lived in. A young woman came to greet them at the door.
Ella looked her over. This girl, she had blonde hair, tied up in a little ponytail. She wore your traditional maid's outfit, with stockings and garterbelts, a short little
black skirt and corset. She was decently endowed- she didn't have MASSIVE breasts and thighs, but she wasn't flat chested or skinny. She was pleasant to look at, and Ella instantly knew that this would not be the last time she saw this servant girl. "Mistress," The blonde woman said, giving a deep, ingratiating bow. "Welcome home." As she straightened back up, her eyes wandered down, taking note of the damp state of Ella's trousers and Excella's skirt. "O-oh," She said, a little blush developing across her face.
"What's wrong, Seliyne?" The draenei woman asked, stepping forward and taking ahold of the young woman's chin. She seemed awfully forward with her
servants. "It seems my guest and I have had an accident. Is this a problem for you? Do you have anything to say about it?" She said. Her words were intentionally needling... perhaps even a little dangerous. She was trying to tempt this poor blonde girl into saying the wrong thing, Ella could tell- she felt sorry for her. But she worried... what kind of punishment would the draenei give out to her if she didn't say the right thing?
Luckily for Seliyne, she knew what to say. She shook her head vigorously. "N-no mistress! It's no problem at all! I-In fact, I also have had an accident!" She responded
quickly. Ella could hear the sound of urine pitter-pattering on the marble floor as the blonde woman Seliyne forced it out of her, intentionally wetting her panties as quickly as she could, hot yellowish streams running down the inside of her thighs and legs, staining her stockings, pooling around her black high-heels. Excella turned her eyes down and watched as the serving girl shamelessly and purposefully wet herself, and smiled at the result. "Good," She murmured. "It is improper for a woman of your position to think herself better than us."
Excella let go of the human girl's chin and started to trot past her, as if she didn't exist. Ella followed after her obediently, confused as to what had just happened,
but understanding that it would probably be explained in time. "Go clean yourself up," The draenei dominatrix ordered with a casual flick of her wrist. "And then draw us a bath. As it was so obvious to you, we've wet ourselves. Hurry now. If I get a rash, it will be on your head." The blonde woman stood straight upright and gave another ingratiating bow to Excella, as she rushed up the stairs to take care of their bath. Ella looked at this woman she had only met this night with confusion, and concern.
"What was that all about?" She asked cautiously. "Why did you have to treat her that way? Is that how you treat all of your servants?" She seemed just a little indignant. Ella
was the quiet, and submissive type, not keen on fighting, but she knew better than to sit back and let things that outraged her just go on. She enjoyed a dominating woman in bed- but not a woman that treated other people like they were garbage. Excella shook her head. "I love my servants, pet. I love them all, though I would love you more. I treat each of them as I would treat my family. But that woman-" She said, pointing her finger accusingly at nothing in particular, as if she were pointing at Seliyne herself- "That woman is new. And I do not trust her. Did she give off that kind of vibe to you, my dear? As if she could be trusted?" Excella asked, turning and looking back at her new human friend as they ascended the stairs.
Ella gave a blush of embarrassment, unable to shake the feeling she was being played. "Well... I don't know..." She murmured cautiously. "She didn't seem all
that bad to me... but..." She sighed and shook her head. It seemed clear this draenei lead a confusing life, living in a world of subtleties, of domination and submission, and that she would likely never fully understand. Excella gave her a comforting squeeze on the shoulder. "She does seem like a good little pet. But my feelings have never been wrong. I am suspicious of her, and I will treat her as I see fit until she proves to be worth my love- just as you have."
~~~
A short while later, after walking down several hallways, twists and turns here and there, a spiral staircase leading upstairs, Excella pushed open a large wooden door and
guided the two of them into an elegant looking bathroom. There were all kinds of mirrors and sinks, fancy towels and face creams, soaps, and shampoos... not to mention that the entire bathroom seemed to all be carved out of the same piece of massive, smooth white stone. The center of the room held a bathtub- a large depression in the floor, with a diameter of at least twelve feet. The serving girl had already drawn their bath, hot and steaming, with foamy pink bubbles covering the surface. She was bent over- panties still wet, Ella would notice- testing the water with her hand, as she noticed the two of them come inside. She stood and bowed again, and then left, like a little ghost, leaving the two of them alone in the room.
Excella gave a sigh of relief as she cast off her peed-in dress, letting it pool around her hooves and stepping out of it. She dropped her panties, undid her bra, and in
no time at all she was completely naked. She had petite, dark blue nipples, which contrasted nicely with the paleness of her whitish-blue breasts. Ella blushed at the sight of her. Excella looked over her shoulder and smiled at the other woman's embarrassment, as if pleased by it, as she stepped down and settled into the bath with a pleased little moan. "Mmmm... come in, dear. It's just the right temperature," She said.
Ella was a bit shy about it. She wasn't stupid- she knew that this draenei woman clearly wanted to dominate her, to make her into her pet, and become her mistress. But
still, she couldn't help but blush.... she desired this, to be certain- the idea that this woman could swoop in, give her a life of luxury, make her want for nothing, and all Ella had to do was submit to her, to say 'yes mistress', and let her fuck her... the concept actually made her a little aroused. She was still unsure of the matter- despite being submissive, she was a little proud. Perhaps this Excella woman would be just the mistress she needed, to learn a little hubris... to make her feel loved. Ella began to strip. She pulled her shirt up and over her head- her breasts bouncing free. Her nipples were a bit larger than Excella's, a pale pink in the candlelight of their bath. She dropped her pissed in trousers, and stepped naked into the bath, alongside the other woman. She moaned at the delightful feel of the hot water cleaning her thighs, the silky sensation of the soaps in the water...
Excella smiled as her soon-to-be pet stepped into the bath next to her. There was a little ridge around the inner ring, for the two of them to sit on. She snapped her fingers a few times,
and a female servant entered with a tray, with two glasses of champagne. Excella took one- Ella shook her head, waving away the other. She didn't feel like drinking anymore. The draenei woman took a sip of her glass, smacking her lips. "Delightful," she said. "Thank you, my dear." The serving girl gave a bow, and slipped out of the room.
Excella sat her drink down on the edge of the bath and made her move. She straddled her thigh over Ella's lap, holding her hands against the edge of the tub, looking down at
the tawny haired human girl, who blushed at her forwardness. "Do you like it?" She asked. She leaned in to kiss her- Ella didn't resist. "Do you like what you see? All of it will be yours." Excella kissed her again. "Everything here. You will want for naught. All you need to do is submit. I want you... Ella." She said, rolling the human girl's name off the tip of her tongue like it was a decadent treat. The human girl fidgeted just a little bit. "W-why me?" She had the nerve to ask. "What is it about me that's so special?"
Excella pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, as if this question was unexpected. "You'd be the first to ask," She murmured. "Most simply consider themselves lucky
and say yes. If you really want to know..." She sighed, and brushed the human girl's hair with her hand. "That would be one of the reasons. I want you, because you don't seem like the type to just fall to my hooves, because I have money. I want you because you seem intelligent... refined... and because it would be a pleasure to break you. But, mostly?" She asked, with a cock of her head. "It's because I sense what your desires are. It's because I know, you won't wet yourself just because I want you to, just for my money. I know that you'll do it because it pleases you, sexually."
Ella was taken aback by that. She had never explored the idea of this kind of sexuality before. She had exposed herself to some kinks, true, but never urine- and never
like this. But she had to admit... that humiliation she felt, back at the tavern... the sensation of warmth spreading down her lap, the back of her thighs... the relief of finally peeing when she had held it so long... she did enjoy it. She remembered being turned on. Why did she feel this way...?
Excella didn't give her time to answer. "You can explore that sensation all you want," She murmured quietly. "With me. You can do anything you want. Nobody will
judge you. And I will always love you. You can pee any time you want... see?" She said. The draenei woman closed her eyes. A moment later, Ella would feel a hot stream pushing against her belly, under the water- Excella was peeing in the tub- onto her! The human girl was humiliated, at first, but... she came to realize how erotic it was. She blushed as she started to pee into the water as well, emptying the liquor that had refilled her bladder during their walk up. She gave a moaning sigh of relief, and touched herself just a little. "It does feel good," She replied. The draenei woman smiled and nodded. "It does."
She emptied her bladder, and then sat down back next to Ella, holding her a bit closely, her arm around her shoulders. The human girl glanced around, trying not to admit
that she wanted this woman she had only met a few hours ago. She noticed a painting on the wall- a great big portrait of a draenei woman. It wasn't Excella, but it did look a bit like her- lavished in jewelry, wearing a fancy purple dress. "Who is that?" She asked, raising her hand out of the water to gesture to the picture on the wall.
Excella turned and looked up at the portrait. She gave it a faint smile- as if it had some kind of warm memory, for her. "That is the previous baroness of this estate," She
replied. "Baroness Syra Vidalla. She owned all of this before I did. You will pay her the utmost respect at all times," She began to order. "Whenever you see her portrait in the hallway, you will bow to her. You will never mutter her name unless I give you permission."
Ella glanced over to the draenei, looking a little nervous. "W-what about right now?" She asked, starting to raise out of the water, bubbles dropping off her chest. "Should I
bow to her now?" She asked. Excella pulled her back down, to sit in the bath once more. She shook her head. "No," She responded. "There is no need. To be naked before her is to reveal yourself fully- to hide not a bit of yourself. It is the ultimate form of respect. And I must admit, I have known this woman, and she would be pleased by the sight of your naked body," She said, looking down at Ella's chest with a smirk. "I know that I am."
Ella returned the smirk. She was starting to become more comfortable with this woman. "...I think I'm clean now," She said, as she stood up. Water ran down her body and dripped into
the tub. Excella stood with her as they both stepped out, onto the smooth white stone floor. "I agree. Lets retire for the night," She replied. "You may sleep in my bed, if you wish." "I had intended it," Ella said cheekily. The draenei woman stepped to the side and got a big, fluffy white towel, wrapping her newest conquest in it. It was warm and soft, and Ella was pleased by the feel of it on her skin. Excella wrapped herself in another one, and the two of them set off down the hallway to her bedroom.
~~~
Excella's bedroom was just as lavish and elegant as the rest of her home- floor covered from wall to wall with a fancy red carpet, bookshelves lining the walls, stained
glass windows leading out to a balcony high above the forest below. A fire crackled in the fireplace nearby her bed, a massive round mattress, with four posters holding up curtains that would shut out the daylight in the coming morning. The room was massive, and so it echoed- every time that Ella moaned.
She laid on her back in the middle of the bed, gripping the sheets, her hair wild and splayed out across the mattress, as she rolled her head from side to side, moaning with
pleasure. Her legs were spread, knees pulled up, heels digging against the blankets as Excella pleasured her with her lips. The draenei woman dragged her tender tongue across the human girl's already moist nethers, from the bottom to the top, working her tongue against the upper seam of her pussy as she held her thighs apart with both hands. "O-ooooh, oh yes, oh, mistress!" The human girl cried, writhing and bucking her hips against her lover's mouth. Excella slipped her tongue inside, as deep as she could, wriggling it inside of her, dragging the tip along her upper seam as she tried to find her clitoris. "Does it feel good?" She asked with a smirk, licking the cum off her lower lip. Ella whimpered and nodded, squeezing the sheets even tighter.
"Y-yes... yes, oh it feels good, m-mmmnh!" She cried as she arched her back, a blush of lust burning red on her cheeks. The draenei woman slid two of her fingers inside
her newest pet as she licked and kissed at her slit, her lips getting messier and more urgent as the moments passed. Ella bit her lip and cried out as Excella's lips found her clitoris, suckling gently upon it, flicking it repeatedly with the tip of her tongue. "U-unnnh, mistress, oh yes, j-just like that!" She gasped, kicking her feet out just a little in response. Excella loved this part- of course she enjoyed the sex, but the knowledge that something as simple as her tongue was turning this human into her quivering, willing, cumming slave- that sort of domination was of special interest to her.
It didn't take Excella long- Ella had been all pent up, needing this release, her heart racing as she grew hotter and wetter between the thighs from her mistresses attentions.
She had been toyed with for so long, taunted and teased, she remembered the humiliation she had felt when she had wet herself, the memory still fresh in her mind. That sensation, the pee dripping down her ankles, pooling around her feet, she recalled it and gave a squeal of delight as her mistress suckled and kissed softly at her clitoris. Her inner eyebrows turned up a little, she screwed her eyes shut and let her mouth hang open, tongue lolling out just a little.
"U-unnnh, ooooh, m-mistress, mistress I'm gonna, nnnhh, y-you're making me, a-ahh, oooh, oh mistress, I-i'm gonna, I'm gunna..." She bucked her hips against
Excella's lips one more time, as she started to gush cum in a writhing, wild orgasm, squealing her love for all of the mansion to hear. "U-unnnh, yes, yes, yes, YES, OOOOH, OH YES, MISTRESS, JUST LIKE THAT! DON'T, UNNHH, DON'T STOP! OOOOOOOOHHHH!!~<3"
And just like that, it was over. Excella pushed herself up, wiping her lips off with the back of her hand. She crawled her way up the bed, to lay alongside of her conquest,
leaning in to kiss her on the lips as she ran her hand up and down the inside of her thigh, trying to keep that orgasmic feeling going as long as possible. "Did you enjoy that?" She asked with a condescending smirk, as if the answer wasn't already obvious. Ella panted with exhaustion, turning her head to the side to face her lover. "Y-yes... it was good..." She gasped out, still out of breath from the experience. Excella smiled her approval, taking the sheets and pulling them over top of them. She reached up and grabbed a few pillows, lifting her head and placing one underneath- guiding the human woman into her embrace, so that she could rest her head on her pillowy breasts.
Ella's eyes were half lidded, her body exhausted from the release of all her pent up sexual urges. Her mistress cooed softly into her ear, petting her hair
fondly. "We'll do it again in the morning," She assured you. "We'll wake up, and we'll wet the bed. And then we'll fuck, right in our piss puddle," The draenei said with a giggle. "Would you like that?" Ella only nodded her head in response. She was too tired to reply. The draenei girl pulled a cord, and the curtains of the four-poster bed fell shut around them, and they were immersed in darkness.
As Ella's eyes began to shut, she felt the strangest thing. It was like a scratching, at the back of her mind- this bizarre, uncomfortable itch. She could hear whispering, like
a thousand voices at once in her head, all speaking at the same time, saying the same words, with the same tone of voice. "You've done it now," It whispered into her head. "Plunged head first down the rabbit hole. It only gets darker, from here."
"What was that?" Ella asked as she raised her head, looking around in search of whoever had whispered to her, unaware that it was all in her head. Excella opened
her eyes, and pursed her lips in concern. "It was nothing, my love." She murmured soothingly, petting her hair once more.
"...Go to sleep, now."
END OF CHAPTER TWO |
This is a short, stand-alone fiction I'm writing by request of Daveshuyi. It has no relation to my previous chapters, and likely will not be continued after this. It involves the Grand Master of the Jedi Order, Satele Shan, and will contain desperation and female wetting. I'm also going to include my own original character, just to help along the story. I hope that's not a problem.
The Grand Master's Accident
"Regardless of what you say, Master Orgus, we simply cannot afford to provide relief for the people of Balmorra!" Master Kaedan said, as always stressing caution and patience. Master
Kaedan was wise, of course, but the man never seemed to want to take action. It would have been frustrating, if he didn't make such a good point. "The peace treaty is already unstable as it is, and Balmorra is under imperial occupation! We would risk re-igniting the war, and we simply don't have the resources! The Order must stay neutral in these things."
"Those people are suffering, Jaric," Replied Master Orgus Din. He was always a bit unconventional, a little rough around the edges, but his heart was in the right place. If only he could
come up with a good excuse, Satele would have gladly taken his side. "The Imperials slaughter and enslave them. We must send relief. The republic is already backing the rebellion with munitions and supplies. They would benefit greatly from the wisdom of a Jedi tactician on the field."
"We can't just go around babysitting the republic! Did you forget why we came to Tython in the first place? To rediscover our roots, draw inspiration from the first Jedi, and more
importantly, to recover from the devastation of the assault on the Jedi temple! We just don't have the resources, Orgus!"
Satele just wanted the argument to come to an end. She had her thighs crossed, sitting back and listening to the counsel of each jedi master quietly. On the outside, she seemed as
composed and logical as ever, but inside she was growing more and more impatient. These discussions always went on for hours, and nothing ever really got done. One Jedi argues for action, the other argues against it, and they bicker back and forth as if they were never taught how to have a civilized meeting in their lives. The Grand Master would never make these thoughts known, of course- and it wasn't as if she disliked the meetings. She held great respect for her fellow masters and their opinions, and more often than it seemed, things got done. Right now, however, she was more concerned with the amount of tea she had before the meeting. She squeezed her thighs shut a little tighter.
"Last I recalled, Jaric, it was our job to be peacekeepers. Our relations with the galactic senate are tenuous enough as it is. If we can't offer the Balmorrans aid, and a seat in the senate-"
"Enough," Satele said, her authoritative and assured voice echoing throughout the chamber. "Clearly this is a matter that must be handled delicately. It would be foolhardy to make any decisions right this second. I believe it is in the order's best interest to provide aid, but Master Orgus makes an excellent point. We must gather more information before we can make a decision. To that end, I'm drawing this discussion to a close. We will meditate on this, and come back to it again in the near future."
The two wrinkled Masters turned to listen to her. Kaedan seemed upset that the discussion was still on the table, but Orgus Din nodded his head in approval at Satele's motion. Perhaps
he just wanted to get the meeting over with. It was obvious he never enjoyed council discussions as much as the other Masters. "A wise decision, Grand Master," he said as he scooted out his chair. Satele did the same and left the chambers, in just a bit of a hurry. She sighed with relief as she headed down the hall. Embarrassing as it was, even for a trained and tested Jedi as herself, she found she simply could not concentrate with the growing pressure in her bladder. Constantly sipping tea was one way to get through the lengthy council sessions, but it always backfired on her like this. She was a Jedi Master. Something as simple as a full bladder should not bother her. But it had been hours since she needed to go... she dismissed the thought. It would not do well to judge herself over this. Caring for the body was a necessity, and the body's functions were not a thing to be ashamed of.
She made her way down the descending ramp to the bottom floor- each step down bouncing her bulging full bladder uncomfortably- and rounded the corner to her private chambers.
For a moment, she experienced that overwhelming need, the way a person feels when they need to relieve themselves badly and are within inches of a bathroom- when she entered her chambers and found them occupied. A maintenance crew was inside with an astromech droid checking the pipes. "What's going on here?" She asked, unable to hide a hint of annoyance and impatience in her voice. "Sorry, Master," one of the crewmen said with a curt, respectful bow. "Something's wrong with the pipes. There's too much backflow, and the pressure regulator's-"
"I see," She said as she raised her hand up, stopping the man mid sentence. She didn't care about the technological jargon at this moment. "I thank you for keeping everything in order.
In the future, though, I ask that you run this by me before you come into my chambers to make repairs. Will you be done any time soon?"
"As you say, Grand Master. This might take a little while. Again, I'm sorry for the inconvenience." Satele pursed her lips in her trademark expression of concern. "Very well," She
responded. She didn't even give a proper farewell as she turned on her heel and walked back out of the room. She bit her lip a little when nobody was watching. As the door shut behind her, she bent over double, rather shamefully pressing both her hands into her crotch. "Oooh..." She groaned as the pressure became unbearable. She gathered her composure and moved along. She would have to use the public facilities, it seemed.
Only, when she arrived there, she found herself encountering another strange situation. A Jedi Master, male, was standing in the women's restroom with his arms crossed across his
chest sternly, watching a group of young padawan learners on their hands and knees, painstakingly scrubbing each toilet and sink and inch of the floor with... toothbrushes. "What's the meaning of this?" She asked, becoming increasingly annoyed with each little obstacle. It wasn't the Jedi way, to lose her composure like this, but she needed to PEE, bad! The master turned to look at her, giving her a respectful bow. She returned the gesture, grunting slightly at the pressure it put on her abdomen.
"Grand Master. These are my padawans, here, and I am giving them a lesson in patience," he said, gesturing to the gifted boys and girls cleaning the room. "I caught a few of them
attempting to plagiarize the writings of the venerable Jedi Master Vodo-Siosk Baas. I had hoped that an intimate experience with the archives would teach them the importance of patience, as well as show them what it means to be a Jedi, but they chose the easy route. Remember always, that the quick and easy way is the path to the dark side, padawans!" He said, raising his voice at his grumbling students. "I assure you, when they are done, Grand Master, you should be able to see your own reflection on every surface of this room."
Satele narrowed her eyes. This was becoming absurd. This kind of punishment for cheating was preposterous, yet... it was each master's right to teach their pupils however they see fit.
"I should hope your students will understand the meaning of patience after this," She said, turning on her heel and leaving in an improper display of impatience. She gritted her teeth a little. Her urge was becoming more and more unbearably overwhelming, and left with little choice, she left the temple and decided the only way she would find relief was in the woods of Tython.
She trotted her way down the front staircase, past all the training grounds where initiates with vibroswords were learning to block blaster bolts, past the initiates meditating in the
waterfalls, deeper and deeper into the woods. After having gone a distance she considered satisfactory to ensure privacy, she gave one last cursory glance around, before finding a tree and starting to undo her belt. Sweet relief would come in just a moment. She hadn't felt so desperate in a long time. It was unbecoming, of a woman her age, much less a Jedi Master, to squat and pee on a tree, but at this point she simply didn't care. And then-
"G-grand Master Satele?" She heard a voice behind her. She quickly did her belt back up and turned on her heel sharply. Behind her was a little padawan learner- a young girl, Mirilan
by the look of her, bright white hair and orangish-green skin, with cultural tattoos dotting underneath her bright yellow eyes like little freckles. She was young, and clearly very inexperienced, and should not have been out here. "Padawan, what are you doing so deep in the woods?" She asked. "There are wild beasts out here."
"A... A jedi must not fear," She said nervously. She was clearly a bit afraid, but she wasn't wrong. "My master has given me a very important mission!" She said, her voice squeaky and
adorable. She was so very young... "He told me, umm, to go, and to find some mushroom. Umm, but I can't remember what kind of mushroom... I think it was blue... no, wait, it was green! And it glows? I don't know..." She said, putting a finger to her lips as she mused aloud. Young, innocent, and a bit dimwitted. But she exuded force, in a way Satele had not seen in a long time. This silly little girl would one day become a powerful jedi, the Grand Master could feel it in the force. But she didn't care right now. At this moment, all she was, was one more obstacle between her and the sweet, sweet relief she simply MUST have!
She sucked in air and gave a sigh, willing herself to be patient. "Padawan, what is your name?" She asked. The white haired girl blushed at being asked directly by the Grand Master of
the Jedi Order who she was. "U-umm, it's Xeni," She said. "Oh!" She bowed suddenly, as if she had forgotten to do it earlier. "Padawan Xeni. Pleased to meet you, Master!" She said. Satele puckered the corner of her lip into a smirk at this girl's behavior. "Padawan Xeni. I understand your master has given you a task, but you must return to the temple. It is far too dangerous out here, and I must take care of an urgent matter. Alone," She said, turning and starting to walk away. The girl trotted up and followed her.
"What is it!?" She asked excitedly, the prospect of a mission that concerned even the great Satele Shan making her eager. "M-maybe I can help!" She said. Satele grunted in discomfort
as she was forced to stop and talk again. "Padawan, you can't help me with this," She said, her patience running thin. She was barely managing to hold on at this point. She continued to trot away, and once again, the girl followed. "H-how do you know that?" She asked, a bit impetuously. "Maybe I can!"
"Padawan, you must-" Satele said, and then she stopped, groaning and holding onto a nearby tree for support as she bent over. "...Master?" The mirilan girl asked, cocking her head to
the side curiously. "Is everything alright? You look like you're in pain..." Satele shook her head. "I'm fine, Padawan, just-" She stopped and bent over double again. This was it. She was at her absolute limit. She could feel it. She couldn't move an inch from this spot, or she would pee. She couldn't even reach down to undo her belt and pull her pants down. A blush streaked across her face just for a moment as she realized what was about to happen. "Just... please, turn away," She said, her thighs trembling, the bulge of her bladder in her lower belly trembling. Xeni couldn't look away, she was so concerned, having no understanding of what was going on.
Then Satele could feel it. She gasped a little as she felt hot wetness between her thighs, spreading across her lap. Time was up, and her tolerance had been pushed to the limit. "No,
no..." She murmured as she started to spurt again and again into her panties. The other girl gasped and covered her mouth as she saw what was happening. Satele's amber-brown pants started to darken under her butt, rivulets started to run down the back of her thighs. She could feel the warm wetness soaking down the inside of her legs, and she couldn't do anything more about it. There was no avoiding it- she HAD to wet her pants! After moments of struggling, she realized it was futile, and just gave in. Satele groaned with glorious relief as she let go fully, a hissing stream hitting her panties as she shamelessly wet herself, waterfalls of urine rushing down the inside of her legs, soaking her pants. The wet patch went down her thighs, to her knees, down the front and backs of her shins, into her boots... she was embarrassed, of course, but the relief had never felt so good. She almost felt sexually pleasured- she had to quickly remind herself that sexual pleasure was not an indulgence meant for Jedi. She sighed as the last drops trickled out of her, and turned to face the padawan who had interrupted her and forced her to pee herself.
"Well... are you satisfied?" She asked. The padawan shook her head. "M-Master, I'm so sorry, I didn't know! I-I didn't mean to, I..." She didn't know what to do. Satele shook her head. "Do
not trouble yourself. You couldn't have known," She said with a sigh as she looked down at herself and examined the damage. Her lap was totally soaked with pee. "...This does leave us in an awkward situation, padawan. It is not right of me to ask this of you... it is not my personal pride, but the reputation of the Jedi Order as a whole that is at stake here. I must ask you to keep this a secret. If it were made public knowledge that the Grand Master of the Jedi order..." She swallowed, embarrassed at just saying the words. "...soiled her pants... it would damage our credibility as an order."
The Mirilan girl nodded her head over and over in understanding. "O-of course!" She said. "Of course I wouldn't tell anybody! I-I promise!" She said. Satele sighed and nodded. "Thank
you. It goes against the code to ask a padawan learner to keep a secret. I'm sorry it had to come to this." Xeni was blushing, embarrassed for HER at this point. Then, her mouth went open into a little 'o' of surprise, as she got an idea. "I know what to do!" She said. "I'll go pee in my pants too!" Satele narrowed her eyebrows in concern. "Padawan, that isn't necessary, I wouldn't ask that of you-..."
But at this point, it was too late. The white haired girl clutched her hands into fists, holding them up near her chin, screwing her eyes shut as she tried to force herself to go. She trembled
for a little bit- it wasn't easy to wet yourself when you spent most of your life being taught that it wasn't allowed. Then she gasped and looked down as her tight, golden training leggings started to darken. She whimpered as she peed, an apple sized wet patch between her legs growing bigger and bigger across her lap and down the inside of her legs, dripping off her knees onto the ground. She unconsciously had her knees knocking together, her feet spread apart, sighing with relief as she wet herself, too. She wiped her brow off with the back of her hand as the golden rivulets slowed to a trickle. Her pants were very wet, and it was obvious she had an accident, but she wasn't nearly as soaked as the desperate Grand Master was. "T-there!" She said, smiling back at Satele. "Now, I'll keep your accident a secret, if you keep mine a secret." She was practically bubbly, not the least bit ashamed of purposefully wetting her pants like a little girl.
Satele was concerned, even more embarrassed she had to be 'helped' like this. "Padawan, you didn't need to do that," She scolded a little. But then she smiled back. "But it would be
rude of me not to thank you, for trying to make me feel better." She glanced around, trying to see if anybody else had seen them. "Come with me, Padawan Xeni. Let us meditate underneath a waterfall awhile. I will help you refine your connection to the force, and after we are done, nobody will know what has happened here today."
The padawan gasped in awe at having a personal meditation session with the Grand Master. "Yes, Master!" She said cheerily as she bounced along after Satele. "It would be an
honor!"
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This next story takes place in the star wars universe, and will completely involve only my original characters. It may be a little bit graphic. It will involve sex and nudity. It will also involve violence and torture. It also will involve a character of a species known as Twi'lek- Here is a picture below. This Twi'lek is red- in my story, the twi'lek involved is blue.
The Subjugation of Arcadia Banes
Her name was Ciper Thirteen.
Once upon a time, she had many different names. Before she was Ciper Thirteen, she was Watcher Eight. Before she was Watcher Eight, she
was Minder Eleven. Before she was Minder Eleven, she was a girl named Mizori Maqis. She was pathetic back then. She didn't know her place, she didn't know what it meant to be who she was. She was unaware of her particular talents- skills picked up over time, living as a homeless Twi'lek vagrant on the streets of Nar Shadda. She didn't realize her talents could be put to use- her ability to sense when someone was watching her, her ability to sense what a person was deep down inside. She thought that everybody had those talents- she thought it was what she had to do to survive.
Mizori Maqis was both right and wrong. She had to have these talents to live, homeless and desperate as she was, but not everybody had them.
She came to understand, with the right influence, that she was gifted- that the simple, sad life she lived was being watched, analyzed, scrutinized, every single day by Imperial Intelligence recruiters. She was special. The first day she was told this, the day that she would come out of her life of scrounging off nutrient paste and ration bars, was the first day she came to understand what a Sith was.
The Sith were the pinnacle of existence. They were gods and goddesses, as far as Mizori Maqis, now known as Cipher Thirteen, was concerned.
They were the ultimate, the unstoppable, the unknowable force behind the Sith Empire. They were the reason she existed in the first place- her true calling. Living in the empire was easy. The other aliens, Twi'lek forced by society into bar dancing, other species forced into menial, mindless positions, they didn't understand. They didn't come to realize that all they were, to the Sith, were simply animals. Objects to be used. But Mizori Maqis knew, she knew her position so well. The other agents, they despised the Sith, considering them to be distractions. Cipher Thirteen didn't. The other agents, they only wanted to get their job done, they only wanted to get a paycheck and go home. Cipher Thirteen didn't. The other agents thought they would spend the entirety of their lives, cleaning up after the Sith's messes- Mizori Maqis didn't. She knew the truth- she lived to serve. And she would be a good little servant, oh yes- she knew the rewards that would come, for ingratiating herself to the ultimate power in the universe.
The Sith were dark, and twisted- they thrived off pain, off fear and suffering. So did she. They were sadistic, egotistic- so was she. They knew
exactly what they wanted, and would accept nothing less than perfection- neither would she. Mizori Maqis felt, deep in her heart, that she was truly Sith. She knew what they wanted, deep down in their hearts. She thought she knew what they deserved- true, and ultimate power. It was her failure, that she was not force sensitive. It was her fault, she couldn't be Sith. She hated herself for it, hated, HATED- Her hate was so strong, all it did was drive her to be greater. She began as a simple Minder. Yes, she would work her way through the ranks. Always ambitious, her position tracking people did not last long. Soon she was ordering others around, telling them how best to torture their subjects into giving up choice bits of information. But that wasn't good enough. Keeper saw her potential, and knew the blue Twi'lek Mizori Maqis would serve Intelligence better by doing the torture herself.
And so she did.
Torture came naturally to her- all that time, living on the streets, beaten up by thugs, cast aside by the law, she had so much hate, hate, HATE
built up inside of her, hurting other people came easily. She knew just the right tools, and when to use them- when to use violence, when to barter, when to be diplomatic, when to use her sexuality- and she was a sexual creature. It was an easy tool to use, her body- she was attractive. She might have been a starved, dirty street rat when she was young, but living on Intelligence's credits had given her a wonderful body. Curvaceous, supple, soft, her eyebrows naturally slanted into that aggressive, dominatrix expression that men and women alike found oh so irresistible- her breasts full, but not obscenely large- her bottom well shaped, but not absurdly thick- she was the ideal average of feminine beauty. It served her well. It would continue to serve her well.
Today was a day like any other- serving her chosen master, like the obedient tool she was. Her holocommunicator beeped with an incoming
message, and she did not bother to answer it. She knew who it was- somehow, inside her mind, she could feel it. Instead she quickly went over, from Intelligence Headquarters, down towards the inner sanctum of the Sith. Her master was calling her, she knew it, she wanted to serve him, she was overjoyed to serve him, felt her panties grow damp simply at the concept of serving him, she would have done anything for him, crossed half the galaxy simply to bring him a glass of water, she loved him so. Mizori Maqis was obsessed with him, and that was exactly how he wanted it.
As she came into the entrance of his dominion, she felt his power. She gave a futile cry of pain as she was crippled by it, forced to walk
hunched over. She went deeper, deeper into this Sith's domain. His chambers were intentionally constructed to feel twisting and ominous, to feel wrong, as if she were walking on the walls, in the wrong place, designed as if she were descending into hell. The closer she got, the more pressure she felt, on her back, and it forced her to bow. She got closer, and it forced her onto her knees, to crawl. She had to crawl, like a child, closer and closer to her master, the power of his force was so overwhelming. Her master's power was in gravity- the force he exuded created a gravitational effect so strong she could not keep on her knees. It made her damper. Her little Intelligence supplied skirt, so short, anyone who was watching or standing behind her would have seen her cotton panties, damp with lust for this Sith, she loved him so.
She was forced to crawl, further and further into his sanctum, until the pressure upon her became unbearable. Now, was her favorite part. It
was humiliating, degrading... it made her feel like the animal she truly was, the pathetic alien she was. She trembled and gave a cry of both lust and pain, the pressure was so much. She felt the warmth first, whimpering and whining the whole while. "U-uunnnh, ohh, oh master, ooooh, oh..." She gasped and sighed, as she felt her bladder emptying itself from the pressure. "Nnnnh, I-I can't, oooh, I can't hold on, a-ahhh, master, oh master, your power, u-uuunnh, oooh!" She threw her head back, lekku flung over her shoulders, as she was forced to wet herself. Her panties grew hot and damp with her urine, her golden fluids running through the white cotton panties into her black uniform skirt, drenching the insides of her thighs, running all over her legs, down to her knees, where it pooled around her, below her, around her knees and legs, as she was forced onto her hands and knees. She moaned with pleasure from the sensation of being forced to urinate in her skirt, and kept on crawling.
The closer and closer she got, the more overwhelming her master's power became. She trembled, shuddered as she reached the end of her
limit. This was when the second humiliation began. It was not the first, and it would not be the last. She whimpered, and shivered, as the fear began to enter her mind. She had been well acquainted with the Sith- she knew the internal horror a single Darth could create, simply by being, but it never ceased to overwhelm her. She grunted and gave a moan of despair, as she felt her panties start to tent. "N-nnnh, a-ahh, master, I-I'm doing it, I can't control..." She murmured, as the tent in her panties grew bigger, and bigger. Wetting herself was not enough- the terror, at this point, forced her to soil herself. Mizori Maqis felt the tent in her panties mush into a mound, and she both moaned with pleasure and sobbed with terror as she was forced to soil herself. She groaned as she crawled a bit further, and was forced by the sheer gravity of his force onto her belly, feeling the feces in her panties sagging and dragging along behind her. She would have to crawl like a snake, skirt soaked in urine, panties filled with feces, closer and closer to her master.
Soon, she arrived at him, still forced onto the ground, grovelling before him. "Master," She called, desperately, obediently, feeling her pussy
quiver and gush cum into her underpants simply at being in the presence of him. "My master, my lord, Darth Infinitus, I am here," She murmured, her cheek forced against the cold durasteel floor. "I obey, master. I am here at your call."
Darth Infinitus cast an imposing presence. His robes, red, embroidered with dark and unknown black runes, sitting in his throne with his hands
upon the arm rests, the force flowing from him as if he were unable to stop it. His face was unseen, a large, conical mask covering his head, a great big hole in the middle of the mask being his only outlet to the world outside his mind. He could not smell the humiliation he had put his willing, obedient servant through, but he knew she had done it. He paid it no attention. She would not be the first, nor the last, to void their bowels into their pants at his presence. "Cipher Thirteen," he said, his voice echoing throughout the chamber, creating the illusion that there was only him, only his voice, nothing else to distract the soiled twi'lek woman from his presence. "You remain as obedient as ever. Continue to serve me as you have, and you will be rewarded as you deserve."
Mizori Maqis shuddered and felt herself gush cum into her panties in a second orgasm, simply at his words. She could not contain herself in his
presence. "How may I serve you, your worship?" She asked, still forced against the floor.
"There is a betrayer, among the Sith," He boomed, his voice filling her ears like a toxic liquid. "A Sith who would work against us- who would
disrupt the Dark Council." As he spoke, he gripped the arms of his throne more tightly, incensed with rage at the mere thought of this betrayer among them. "We only know her as Darth Mist," He said. "You will find her. You will pry her secrets from her, learn who she is, and tell those secrets to me. And then, you will destroy her. But more importantly-" He raised his hand, as if to halt any thought Mizori Maqis had in her pathetic little head- and she did not think, only listened, and obeyed. "More importantly, you will break her. Humiliate, destroy her soul. Make her pay, for even the thought, of betraying our glorious order. Her secrets are a secondary objective- Cipher Thirteen, you will break this woman into pieces. Shatter her, make her your slave, and then, when you are done, you will deliver her to us," He finished, letting his hand fall back down to the throne and grip the arm of the chair once again. "And we will kill her."
"Yes, master," His willing twi'lek slave replied, her cheek still pushed against the floor. He raised his hand to her, forcing her mind to stop- he was not finished. "This
woman, Darth Mist, has proven difficult to capture. Three agents, like yourself, have been sent to capture her. They have returned to us, sliced into millimeter sized chunks," He warned her. "You will not fail me, or you will die. And it will not be at my hand."
"Of course, Master," She replied, still grovelling. "I shall not fail you."
And so she would not.
Mizori Maqis would next find herself sitting upon a terrace, in Kaas City, the great city of Dromund Kaas. Wanted by the sith as she was, this Sith,
"Darth Mist" as she was called, was allowed to come and go as she pleased. No imperial security would stop her- she was a Sith, and had authority over there. Cipher Thirteen tracked her carefully through the sights of her sniper rifle. This woman carried herself carefully. She was covered, from head to toe, not an inch of her skin exposed, absolutely no risk to her identity. She wore flowing, purple and blue robes, embroidered with lightning marks, as was customary for a sorceress as herself. She wore a mask, which completely covered her head and face, engraved with the pattern of a human brain, covered with a face-plate and adorned with blue feathers. For anyone else, the face plate would get in the way. But this woman was clearly strong in the dark side- every step she took was deliberate and paced. She began to cross the lone, abandoned bridge that Mizori Maqis had been posted at, and the blue Twi'lek tracked her with the rifle. She was ready to fire- it would all be over in moments.
Suddenly, this robed Darth turned her head, and looked- it was impossible to tell where her eyes were, but it was obvious she was staring
straight at Cipher Thirteen and her sniper rifle. Mizori was unnerved, and pulled the trigger- the sedative dart landing straight in the other woman's neck. She stayed standing, staring at the woman with the unknown expression of rage and guilt- and Mizori suddenly felt ashamed, as if she were doing something wrong, as she fired again and again, filling the woman with three, four, five sedative darts. The robed Darth, she continued to stare- even as her knees went weak, her legs collapsed under her, and she fell to the floor, completely unconscious, her face stayed transfixed upon Mizori Maqis, and the Twi'lek shuddered. She felt the urge to wet herself again, as she felt whenever she entered Darth Infinitus' chambers. But she resisted it. Later, she collected the body of the unconscious woman... and dragged her to her ship. She would interrogate her in the deep of space, between two systems, wholly untracable and alone.
There, and only there, would the torture begin.
((I would love to continue this story and see it to it's end, but I'm simply too tired to continue writing. I will write part 2 next. Please, let me know what you think so far!))
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The Subjugation of Arcadia Banes
Part II
Her prey awaited her, sleeping still. Caught in that state of empty dreams, the sleep serum would provide only a short, blissful intermission before the real pain began.
The Twi'lek agent Mizori Maqis had taken careful steps to ensure her target could not kill her as she had her previous captors. She was bound, loosely, by fibermesh wires, to a chair with armrests on the woman's ship. Her wrists were clasped by two little, metallic bracelets- useless normally, but in the case of this particular target, they would mean life or death for Mizori Maqis. They were made specially, with corundum powder and cortosis weave, and they inhibited use of the force. Typically used when capturing Jedi for interrogation, they had been re-purposed to sap the power from this Sith woman her master wanted so badly broken. Mizori spent a long time, staring at her- wondering what kind of power this woman could have, that would make her a concern of the great and terrible Darth Infinitus. She reached out cautiously, and ran her fingertips along the woman's curves- feeling her breast. She would be pleasing. She would feel pleasing.
Underneath those elegant and embroidered Sith robes, this mysterious masked woman wore a simple, tight black suit. The suit was rubbery, tight to her skin, and was
sealed against the elements- she could survive in space, for a short time, with this on. The engraved metal plate and the feathers adoring her helmet were only decoration, and came off with the rest of her robes. Underneath was a simple black helmet, a spacer's helmet, tinted so nobody could see inside the mask. What did she have to hide? Why did she cover every inch of her body, like a celibate? Was it because she was afraid of something?
Mizori Maqis would know soon.
The woman, whom Mizori knew only as "Mist", would rouse, groaning and rolling her head from side to side. The serum made her groggy. That was to be expected.
Mizori waited, took her time. She wanted her to be fully conscious for this. "Good morning~" she said, in a mocking sing-song voice. "My, you slept for so long," She cooed, reaching out and stroking the woman's cheek, or at least where it would have been, on the outside of her helmet. "Do you know where you are?"
"Mist" did not respond, at least not at first. She took her time- Cipher Thirteen could tell, she was carefully analyzing the situation before she spoke. She would have
admired her for that, were it not the case that she was ordered to break and humiliate this woman. <She is scum>, she reminded herself mentally. "I am aboard a starship," The masked woman deduced. "Very good. But not quite correct," Mizori chastised, leaning back on the desk she was sitting on, across from the bound woman. "You are aboard MY starship, but you will not know it as that. You will come to understand, that this place is your cell, your torture chamber, and your home, all in one. You live here now," She commanded, hopping off the desk and getting in close to the woman's face. "You belong here."
This elicited no response, which both irritated and surprised Mizori. Sith are egotistical. They are angry, and self-righteous. She had expected her to struggle, to yell and
scream, to demand to be let go, but "Mist" did no such thing. She simply waited calmly, knowing there was nothing to be done. Already she knew her bindings would hold her tight- already she knew the force restraints on her wrist would stop her from fighting back. There was nothing to do, but see what is next. "Are you so scared, you can't even speak?" Mizori taunted, flicking her finger against the face of the mask. "My master ordered me to break you. I am to get information from you, yes, but that's only business- the part after that is pleasure, and that belongs only to you and me," She said as she slid into "Mist's" lap, looking down at her face. "Before we are done here, you will become my willing slave. You will desire me. You will do anything I command you to, and you will enjoy it. You will become the worm you are, deep down inside, and you will enjoy every minute of it. Now..." She reached her hands back, around the woman's neck, to un-do the tight clasps that held her helmet on, air tight. "Now lets see the face my master believes deserves punishment."
"No- stop-" The woman protested, but her protests came weakly and unconvincingly. Just like when she had spoken before, her voice was a dull monotone, and Mizori
realized that she could only speak this way. Something had already broken this woman, so badly, that she could not evoke emotion even when she simply spoke. It was both a blessing and a curse- a broken woman already knew her place, and would break more quickly. But it would require much more punishment... she protested a bit more. "Please, don't. You can't-" But it was too late. A hiss of compressed gas shot out of her mask as Mizori unclipped it, and pulled it off of her head.
The Twi'lek agent pulled the mask off, and dropped it on the durasteel floor of the ship, shocked at what she saw. Two long tails of skin unrolled and fell around "Mist's"
shoulders, and she looked up at her with eyes barely tinted with emotion. She was practically expressionless, but the agent could tell, she was angry. Her secret had been revealed, and Mizori could see why she had been keeping it. She laughed, as she reached down and pinched the woman's jaw, forcing her lips to puff out. "Is this a joke?" She asked coyly, tilting her head to the side. "You, you who my master has concerns about, you, a Sith, once a member of the Dark Council, you, so powerful, and you're..."
"An alien?" She asked. Indeed, she was. Her long head tails curled slightly around her shoulders, her head barren and shining under the ship's lights, a dark blue. A
Twi'lek. A woman twi'lek, who belonged in a club, dancing on a pole for credits, and she had once been a dark lord. A Twi'lek, just like Mizori Maqis, blue just like her, only a considerable shade darker, whereas the agent had pale blue skin. Head-tails tattooed with streaking black designs, lips painted purple, like her eyeliner, like the color of her irises. The slightest hint of wrinkles pulled at the corner of her lips and eyes- just barely. She was older, perhaps in her mid thirties. But she was still beautiful, if not youthful like the dominating Mizori Maqis. She cooed and reached her hand down, lewdly groping her breast. Mist turned her head away.
"What's the matter?" Mizori asked mockingly as she touched her, violated her body against her will. "Shouldn't you be used to this? Look at you. You don't belong here,
you belong in a brothel. You're a twi'lek. You should be ashamed of yourself, for even thinking that you could be a sith."
"You are a twi'lek as well," the emotionless woman responded, pointing out the obvious. "Yes, I am, but unlike you I know my place," She said, forcing her to look
forward by taking ahold of her chin, staring down into her eyes. "I know the sith as my betters, and I serve them faithfully, to the death. You? You are confused. You do not understand the position that was given to you, even from your birth. You are lesser. We are lesser. But those of us who are faithful, we are better than those of us who are not."
"Then you're a slave," Mist responded, looking up at her captor unflinchingly. "You behave as a slave, and are treated as such. Sent on jobs like this, to take out the
garbage... you may as well be an ugnaut, working on a junk trawler." Mizori slapped her at that- hard, with the back of her hand. It would leave a mark, and force the dark blue Twi'lek to turn her head to the side. "You don't get to speak to me like that," She said, glaring cruelly down at her. "Not anymore."
Her captive only glared at Mizori, just barely, as if it were an effort on her part to summon up any bit of emotion. The paler twi'lek watched her expression, curiously,
expecting some kind of snide comment or response, but when she got none she found herself even more irritated. It was as if this woman, this "Mist" knew the best way to upset her was not to play the game at all. And that's what this was to Cipher Thirteen, only a game... a game she was very good at. "Lets get started," she said as she trotted over to a cabinet, her heels clicking on the durasteel floor. She opened a drawer and out came an interrogation probe. "Do you think that will be enough to make me talk to you?" Mist asked, as if genuinely curious. Mizori flashed an expression of glee back at her. This was her favorite part. "Oh, no, this is just to record the interrogation. I will handle the rest of it myself."
The droid floated over and started to record, while Mizori pulled up another chair and sat across from Mist. "Lets start with the basics. What's your name?" She asked.
"Mist," The woman replied nonchalantly. "Your real name," She said, leaning in close. The darker blue twi'lek was silent. "That won't do at all," Mizori said, clucking her tongue with disapproval as she reached a hand down, took hold of her captive's middle finger-
And snapped it backwards.
The finger came out of it's joint with a sickening popping noise, and Mist screamed, tossing her head back. Mizori looked up and smiled. "Ah- so you can feel pain. I
was becoming worried you couldn't feel anything." She took the next finger over into her hand, and forced Mist to look back down at her by gripping her jaw. "Lets try that again. What's your real name?"
Her captive spat in her face. Mizori flinched, at the disgusting spittle of this poor alien pup, who thought she deserved a better place than firmly at the bottom, and she
wiped the saliva away with the back of her glove. There went the other finger- another grotesque *CRUNCH* and it was broken. Mist screamed again. "I can do this all night, darling," Mizori cooed as she went to the next finger over, her pinkie finger. "TELL... ME... YOUR... NAME!" And she started to bend the finger backwards, ready to break it at any second, and her captive whined in pain at the sensation.
"A-Arcadia!" She stammered out, breathing heavily. "M-my name is Arcadia Banes." Mizori looked up at her, surprise written upon her face. "Banes?" She asked. "As
in... 'The' Arcadia Banes? The first alien in centuries to be given the title of Lord within the Sith Order?" She asked, and Mist- rather, Arcadia- nodded her head. "Yes. That's me."
Mizori cocked her head to the side, studying her captive a little longer. She took a hold of the dislocated fingers, and roughly- painfully- popped them back into place, as a reward for obedience. "You're not supposed to be alive," She said. "My master destroyed you ten years ago."
"Obviously, he failed," the older, darker blue twi'lek retorted. "And I know who sabotaged my coronation, which means that your master is Darth Infinitus. I should have
known he would be suspi-" She was silenced by a swift back hand to the face. "Quiet," Mizori commanded her, and she was quiet. "My master does not fail. He must have let you live- though I cannot fathom why..." She stood up and sighed, kicking the chair away with her foot as she started to pace back and forth. Arcadia squirmed a little in her bindings.
"Arcadia... my little Cadie," Mizori said as she went through another drawer, already having a pet name for her newest target of subjugation. "Cadie, do you know what
they say, about training an animal to be obedient? 'If at first firm, and afterward affectionate, the beast will obey'." She pulled a long plastic-tipped syringe out of the drawer, with a curved tip, as if designed like an intubator. Arcadia watched her, but otherwise did not speak- she had nothing to say, and would not give this agent the pleasure of hearing her complain. "That is what you are to me. You're just an animal," She said as she filled the syringe with a water based solution, coming back over to her new pet. "And I am going to break you. My master instructed me, you are to be broken, degraded, made to crawl. Obtaining information from you is only a secondary objective. First, I'm going to torture and interrogate you. Then, I am going to humiliate and degrade you. And after, I'll coddle you... make everything better again. I'll do this every day, until you're just right." She flicked the tip of the syringe to get rid of any air bubbles, and sat her skirt-covered bottom on Arcadia's lap, taking hold of her jaw and forcing her mouth open.
Then, she stuck it down Arcadia's throat, pushing the plunger, forcing whatever was inside down into her stomach, the dark blue twi'lek gagging and struggling the
whole while, pulling at her restraints, but they wouldn't even budge. Mizori watched the restraints work and smiled. This woman, she was too reliant upon the force. Without it, she probably got winded walking up a set of stairs. Her weakness would be easy to exploit. "When I'm done with you, you will fear me, you will love me, and your self esteem will be sufficiently curbed. You will need me and want me. I will wrap you fully around my finger, and then, only then, will my master kill you." She finished pumping the fluid into the woman's belly, and slid off her lap to put the needle away, dumping the tip into a biohazard container.
Arcadia gagged and coughed as the tube slid out, bending forward and dry swallowing. She sat back up right, calmed down. "What was that for?" She asked, though
she didn't sound outraged, as if it were actually impossible for her to be angry about anything. "You'll see," Her newest interrogator-slash-dominatrix replied, starting to un-do the thick wires that held Arcadia to her chair. Immediately the twi'lek attempted to escape from the room, and Mizori grabbed her wrist and slammed her against the wall. "Don't try anything," she warned as Arcadia grunted and Cipher Thirteen pinned her against the wall with her wrist behind her back. "You're weaker than me. There are no weapons on this ship. I've even thrown away your lightsaber, you won't need it anymore. You're my slave. Slaves obey, or they are punished." She started to drag her to the opposite wall, where there was a hangar up near the ceiling. Mizori tied her wrists together again, and hung her from the hangar, so the tips of her toes touched the floor, suspended with her arms up above her head, in that tight black body suit of hers. The twi'lek agent studied her figure once more and bit her lip with a sigh. The skin-tight suit brought out all of her curves so nicely... she couldn't help but run her hand over the woman's side, slipping down and groping her bottom, at which Arcadia winced her eyes shut and turned her head away.
Mizori knelt down before her, and carefully unzipped and depressurized her captive's rubbery black boots, pulling each of them off her feet. "Why are you doing that?"
Mist questioned, and Mizori reached up and pinched the inside of her thigh, painfully. "Shut up," She suggested as she tossed the boots aside, pulling up a chair to sit in front of Arcadia, and watch her struggle and squirm.
Arcadia hung there, trying to be as boring as possible to disappoint her captor, staring off with tired, half lidded eyes, considering just taking a nap. The restraints bit into
her wrists uncomfortably, and would not allow her to rest, however. Then she felt it- that growing pang, in her stomach. She didn't realize how long it had been. Perhaps it had been nearly a day, here... she was used to dealing with this. Arcadia could feel pain and urges, but that didn't mean she wasn't dulled to them. Then she felt it again- stronger this time, as she grunted and pinched her thighs together. Mizori smiled with delight as she watched her- it was working.
Arcadia trembled a little bit, as she began to feel overwhelming pressure in her bladder. She realized what Mizori had done- forced a diuretic into her stomach. She
started to dance and sway on the spot a little bit, biting her lip and bouncing up and down using the tips of her toes that just barely reached the floor. "Is this-" she started to complain. "Is this some kind of torture method? This is absurd!" She spat, finally starting to become irritated. She groaned and bent a little at the waist, wishing she could at least jam her hands between her thighs. The need was getting stronger and stronger with each passing second. She tried to take her mind off of it, but she couldn't- "Ooooooh, unnh, ohhh..." She moaned in desperation as she swayed her knees back and forth, thighs pinched firmly shut together. "Okay, okay!" She said, unable to take it anymore. "I'll give you more information! Just let me down!"
"Why would I do that?" Mizori responded with a devious smile. She was going to make her say it. "Is something wrong?"Arcadia glanced off to the side, the faintest blush on her cheeks. "You know what's wrong!" She hissed back, her little pee-dance becoming more urgent, knees
knocking together and swaying further. "No, I don't know, you'll have to tell me," Mizori teased, and Arcadia groaned, both in frustration and desperation. "I-I... I have to urinate," She admitted eventually. "Oh, you do?" Mizori asked, cocking her head to the side with mock curiousness. "My, we have such an overactive little bladder, don't we?" She asked. She stood up and pushed just a little on the bulge in the black-suited woman's abdomen, and she groaned louder with agony. "Well, lets see. I suppose I can let you down and go potty. But only if you can hold it in, like a big girl... for another five minutes." Mizori set a little egg timer on the desk next to her, and set it for five minutes, sitting back down and leaning forward, her chin in her hands, eyes on Arcadia's groin.
"Five minutes? I-I can't hold it another five minutes!" She complained, looking at the egg clock. "Then wet your pants," the paler blue twi'lek suggested. "Just like a child.
Like a baby. Is baby Cadie going to go potty in her pants?" She mocked, her mouth in a little 'o' of faked concern. "Oh, my, maybe we should put you back in diapers."
"You're sick," her captive spat back at her. She looked back at the clock and dry swallowed. "I can wait five minutes," She said, sure of herself. But Mizori knew it was
pointless. The chemical she had given her worked on a very exact timetable, and in her head, the Cipher agent had been keeping track. Within four minutes and thirty seconds, the diuretic would work be fully in her system, and would force her to lose all control of her muscles. She had timed it perfectly- so that she just barely wouldn't make it.
Mist groaned and struggled still, bouncing up and down, crossing and uncrossing her legs, wishing she could at the very least hold her hands between her legs, she
wasn't even embarrassed anymore at her obvious desperation. She simply wanted to win- of course, in the back of her calculating mind, she knew that this agent probably wouldn't let her go, even after the five minutes. But she was determined to prove she could last at least that long- just to shove it back in her captor's face. Little games like this, in her mind, it was how she would maintain her sanity, she knew- she just had to keep her mind off the big picture. The fact that she was going to be executed, the fact that the torture would go on for intergalactic standard weeks, if she didn't focus on that, it would be alright. She looked back at the clock- two minutes left. She danced on the spot a little more, and struggled to hold on control.
Slowly the clock ticked down. Mizori glanced back at it as well, now and again, but mostly kept her eyes on the squirming and moaning woman. Time was almost
up. She counted down mentally in her head. <Five... four... three...>
Then, it happened. "Oh!" Arcadia said with shock, looking down at herself, going shock still. She had felt the first spurt escape into her plain, cotton panties. Then
another. "N-no, no, no, not yet, j-just... nnnh, just a little... longer..." She looked at the clock, and whimpered with defeat. Twenty five seconds left, and she just let go. She wouldn't give Mizori the pleasure of seeing her cry, as she forcefully peed a torrent into her rubbery pants. The pants were so tight around her thighs, that the crotch of her outfit bulged and swelled up like a balloon, full of her urine, as it slowly snaked its way down the back of her thighs, and dripped out through the tight seal of the hems of her leggings, running over her feet and ankles, dripping off her toes into a pool at her feet. Mizori watched, keeping an eye on the suit. Not a drop escaped through it except at the ankles, where the golden pool was growing bigger and bigger. Arcadia hung her head with shame, and Mizori felt her panties grow damp with arousal. "Uh oh!" She taunted, standing up and coming over to get a closer look. "It looks like someone's having an accident. Guess you aren't ready for big girl pants, after all."
That was when Arcadia realized, that despite how humiliating, how degrading this was... it was actually rather arousing. It felt -so- good to pee, so good to wet herself,
that she actually moaned with sexual pleasure. It felt good to be degraded like this. She bit her lip and sighed happily from the relief, as the swollen rubber around her crotch grew smaller and smaller. Her bladder fully emptied, but it took at least a minute for the pee to fully drain out of her tight suit. "I think you need some punishment," Mizori said, lewdly rubbing her fingers into Arcadia's pussy through her suit. The woman moaned. <Maker, how long has it been since I was touched?> Arcadia thought to herself. Then, Mizori began to spank her. "Ohh!" She squealed as the first smack connected with her butt. "Nnnh!" The next one came, and the next one, and next one, and Mizori smiled and laughed at her the whole time. "Pissy little babies like you need to be spanked," She said as she delivered another smack with her hand. "Or they never learn their lesson."
A short time later, she came off the hook, and was guided gently back to the chair, legs trembling, her panties soaked with piss and full of cum. She sat down in the chair
willingly, physically exhausted from the stress of the ordeal. "Now it's time for the reconditioning. You go to sleep, right there, my wet little Cadie," Mizori responded as she pulled a little vial out of her skirt, and opened it underneath Arcadia's nose. It would knock her right out. "I'll make sure to change you and clean everything up, while you're asleep. And when you wake up..." the last thing Arcadia remembered before the blackness came to her was her captor giggling.
"You'll be a whole new woman..." |
This chapter is dedicated to Livinginfinite. Enjoy~
Oh, also, this particular chapter is VERY graphic and sexual. I'll be putting it in spoilers.
Explicit Content
The Subjugation of Arcadia Banes
Part III
Hours later, Arcadia stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, still feeling groggy from the drugging. She groaned, and held her hand to her forehead.
She felt a softness, all around her. As she fully awakened, she realized she was lying in a bed, tucked in comfortably, the sheets up around her shoulders, her hairless dark blue head resting against thick pillows. She was no longer restrained. She massaged her wrists as she pushed herself upright a little, the sheets falling off her chest and bunching up around her waist. She was wearing something... strange. "What is this?" She asked herself aloud as she swung her legs out from under the covers, sitting on the edge of the bed.
She was wearing a little pink nightie, her ample breasts covered by a lacy, risque bra, attached to which was a thin, see-through silken gown
that draped down to her hips, the same shade of light pink. Rather than a pair of panties that would complete the outfit, she had been dressed in a tight fitting pair of silky pink pants. She pulled the waistband of the pants out, and inspected herself- still wearing panties underneath. For a split second she wondered why she would be dressed like this- then she remembered what her captor had done to her before the blackout. The simple memory that she was a prisoner made her shiver. <She's going to make me piss in these pants,> She thought to herself.
She looked to the other end of the room to see her captor- Cipher Thirteen, the twi'lek Mizori Maqis- sitting with her legs crossed in a reclining
chair, reading a book. It was a real, actual book- ink printed on pages bound in a thick sleeve. Arcadia was almost jealous. She hadn't held a real book in her hands in years. It was a luxury, in this day and age, where everything written was contained in datapads and holoprojectors. Mizori noticed her, and smiled- not a smile of malice, but of genuine pleasure to see her awake. "Aw. Did my little pet sleep well?" She asked. Mist- rather, Arcadia, fought the urge to curse at her and simply nodded. "Good. You didn't wet the bed, did you? No?" She asked as the other twi'lek shook her head in response. "Good. It's a pain to wash those sheets." She stood up, and noticed Arcadia staring longingly at the paperback book.
"Do you like this?" Mizori asked, lifting the book. "It's a rare sight," Arcadia responded, without bashfulness. Mizori nodded her agreement.
"It cost me a lot, but that doesn't matter to me. I had to have it. I have a collection, on the ship. A little bookshelf. It was necessary. There's nothing here on this ship that connects to the outer galaxy. No holonet, no tele-holo, no communications relay... no way you could ever call for help. The only things I have to entertain myself are these books..." She shut the book suddenly, with only one hand, the clap of the pages smacking together creating dramatic punctuation in her sentence. "These books... and you, that is."
The lighter blue twi'lek gestured to a nearby chair, across from her. "Have a seat," she suggested. Arcadia just stood there. She didn't want
to seem so hopelessly obedient. As a result, Mizori glared at her. "SIT," She ordered, and all of a sudden Arcadia sat. She looked around, not understanding what had just happened to her. She sat down automatically. She had no control over the action she took. "What was that?" she asked herself. Her captor smiled, happy to explain.
"That would be due to the conditioning, dear pet," She said as she came over, fondly petting Arcadia's lekku, as if she were an animal and
not a person. "What do you think I did to you? You're fully under my control, now. Hypnosis, brain washing, SLV serums... I used them all on you. You're mine," She said, giving Arcadia a little flick on the nose. "I can make you do anything. Vocal cues, physical cues, even certain smells and tastes will force your body to react. And I've programmed you very well... there are so many things I can make you do."
Arcadia stood up, pouting just a little bit. It wasn't a very convincing pout. She was furious, but she couldn't express it, with her emotionless
face. "What did you do?" She asked indignantly. "What are you going to make me do?" The light blue woman smirked. She reached out slowly, carefully... her fingers started near the base of Arcadia's ear, and stroked tenderly, sensually, down to her chin. "Something like this, perhaps..."
The dark blue twi'lek prisoner shuddered and moaned, a tremor running through her entire body, from the simple stroke of her cheek. She
suddenly felt it wash over her lap. A hot, spreading wetness. She turned her head to look down- but she didn't do that on purpose, it was more of the conditioning. She was forced to watch as urine spread across the lap of her pink silky pants, forced to quietly observe as she uncontrollably wet herself. This time it wasn't out of desperation, it wasn't even because she was forced to. She still had control over her bladder- she was wetting herself on PURPOSE. She -wanted- to pee, and she couldn't explain why. "O-ooh..." She sighed. It felt good. It felt sexually pleasurable. "U-unnh...." She moaned again, as the wetness pooled just under her pleasantly formed ass cheeks, as dozens of rivulets trickled down the back of her thighs and between her legs. "Nnnnh, h-how..." She murmured as she continued to pee, the rivulets forming together to create a messy wet patch that stretched to her knees, dripping onto the floor between her legs, running over the back of her thighs. "How are you... making me... unnnh, why... w-why does it feel so good..." She arched her back and moaned again. It wasn't the conditioning anymore- it was her own needs that made her reach a hand around and start to rub two fingers into her needy pussy, as she continued to wet herself, the puddle at her feet growing wider and wider. Arcadia felt her knees go weak, and she collapsed back into the chair she had been forced to sit in, sliding her hand into her waistband and shamelessly thrusting two fingers in and out of herself.
Mizori watched and just smiled. It pleased her to see the results of her work. "Good. Keep going," she said. "Fuck yourself," She said.
Those last two words echoed throughout Arcadia's head, and she immediately recognized it as another conditioned command- and she couldn't resist it. She spread her legs as far apart as the chair's arms would allow, writhing and moaning in it, as she shamelessly masturbated in her pissed in pants right in front of her dominatrix. "U-unnnh, mmmnnh, yes... ooooh, it felt good, nnnhh, it felt good, I-I'm... I'm gonna... nnnh, ooooooh, oh, oh, oh, OOOOH!" She squealed with delight and arched her back hard as she brought herself to a wonderful, messy orgasm. With a sigh she collapsed into the chair, panting, exhausted from the pleasure. Mizori reached out and petted her head. "It did feel good, didn't it? Maybe if you're lucky, some day, I'll give you an orgasm myself."
Arcadia felt her heart rate gradually slow as she recovered from her orgasm, taking a deep, shuddering breath. The command had ended,
and she was in control of herself again. What little control she still had... she looked down at her lap, at the wet mess she had made of her pants, and blushed. "Could I change?" She asked, and Mizori slapped her. She winced from the pain. "I'm the one who changes you," Her mistress ordered roughly, a chiding finger right in her face. "You wet yourself. You get to stay in your wet pants. Besides, I hydrated you plenty, while you were out," She teased, straightening herself back upright. "You'll just have to piss again, so piss your pants whenever you need to. I understand," She teased, stroking a single finger along Arcadia's cheek. "You're just a little girl, and you can't help yourself." Arcadia swallowed. As if to test out the theory, she spurted another little stream of pee into her panties, feeling the hot warmth rush over her crotch, and Mizori did nothing about it, droplets falling from her chair into the puddle on the floor.
"Now it's time for you to talk," Mizori commented with a smug, knowing smirk, looking down at her poor subjugated pet sitting in her puddle
of urine. She retrieved a pair of cuffs from her bedside drawer, using them to cuff Arcadia down to her chair. The mature, darker blue twi'lek stiffened up. She knew what was coming, it was pain. She remembered how the other woman had broken her fingers last time. By now, this inventive, sadistic woman's personality was becoming clearer and clearer to her- and she knew that pain of a different kind was waiting for her.
Her mistress reached over, and flicked a switch on an object sitting on the edge of her desk. A durasteel plate with vents, mounted onto a
plasteel handle. Arcadia looked over at it, knew exactly what was in store for her. Her bladder was already filling again, kidneys working in overdrive from all the fluids and diuretics she had been given- and she began to empty it into her already wet pants. Arcadia gave an involuntary shudder as she felt the hot warmth re-wetting her crotch, pooling around her butt, she could hear waterfalls of urine pouring off her chair into the cooled puddle beneath her. Mizori watched her with a smile. "Are you so afraid?" She taunted her. "Did you just wet yourself in terror?"
Arcadia shook her head. Even if it was true, she wouldn't admit it to Mizori. She wouldn't give her the satisfaction. The paler twi'lek frowned
at her. "No matter. You will talk." She bent down just a little, enough to reach down and grip Arcadia's jaw and force her to look at her. "Lets go over what we already know. Your name is Arcadia Banes. You escaped death at the hands of my master ten years ago. My master wants you dead, and wants me to discover what your intentions are. How about this? Why don't you tell me where your base of operations is?" Mizori asked, with her head cocked. "Where is your lab? Where is your secret hiding place, hmm? You've eluded my master for so long, you must have some place where you hide."
Arcadia shook her head. She knew what would come from refusal- it was as if she were actually asking for it. She knew, she would have to
learn to tolerate the torture. She had some secrets which simply could not be shared. Mizori shrugged her shoulders. "You won't tell?" She asked. "Than you know what you get." She reached over and took the hot iron... and pressed it into Arcadia's face. Arcadia screamed, struggled against her restraints, writhed and cried and pissed herself at the intense agony of the burning. She gasped, sent into shock as it was taken away, her poor cheek horribly burned. She didn't cry, or beg for mercy. She just sat there, and made herself dead to the world. Mizori burned her again and again. "Talk! Where is it!" She would demand, and if there was no answer, the pain would come again. Again, and again, and again...
Eventually the torturer gave in. "Fine. This isn't working," She said with a sigh as she switched the iron off. She opened her medicine
cabinet, taking out an unlabeled jar. She smeared this sort of paste... a soothing, herbal coolant, mixed together with bio-engineered nanobots designed to repair Arcadia's poor, scalded skin. It acted quickly. She wiped it away with a cloth, and after no time at all, there was no physical evidence at all Arcadia had been tortured. Only the emotional scarring. "Why don't you just force me to tell you, with your conditioning?" Arcadia spat at her, bitter about the pain inflicted upon her. Mizori shook her finger back and forth in a 'no no no' sort of gesture. "Because, pet, that's no fun. Now, lets see... I think I know something I can do..." She undid the handcuffs on the chair, and Arcadia was free to stand again.
The twi'lek victim stood and massaged her wrists, glaring at her captor as Mizori turned her back on her to dig through her closet. "Where
did I put that..." She murmured to herself. Arcadia snatched up one of the handcuffs. It was crude, and likely would not be effective... but it would do. She crept up behind Mizori, and prepared to slip the cuffs around her neck. But then... "Ah! Here it is." She pulled something out of the closet, and turned around, slipping it onto her face.
Arcadia stumbled backwards and dropped the handcuffs at the very sight of it. It was a mask- but not just any mask. That cylindrical shape,
the deep red coloration, that great, gaping hole in the center, where the face should be, a hole which lead only to black nothingness... the mask of Darth Infinitus. The mask of the man who ruined everything for Arcadia Banes. The man who slaughtered her friends and family, the man who destroyed her ship, who cut short her ceremony, the man who had so much crippling power, all she could do as he put the blade to her mother, her sisters, was struggle to get back up, and scream... she tripped backwards further, as the nightmare took shape. "You're very afraid of this, aren't you?" Mizori asked, but it wasn't her anymore, it was the deep, oppressive voice of this man she was terrified of. "Look at me, Arcadia." The nightmare was becoming real. This was another part of the conditioning her captor had put her through, but in her fear, she couldn't realize it. "No!" She cried out, forced against the wall. She turned and put her palms against it, pushing her body up to it.
She started to cry, overwhelmed from the fear, tears dripping down her cheeks and off her chin. "No, stop, please, make it stop, go away,
p-please!" She was dimly aware, in her sobbing, of a sudden weight pushing against the seat of her silky pink pants, dimly aware of the shift in her bowels as more pee dripped down her legs and a squishy, solid mass started to fill her panties, making them sag, making a mound in her pants. <I-I'm soiling myself> she thought to herself, for just a second, a blush of shame coming across her tear streaked cheeks. Her waste filled in all the cracks, sagging the ass of her pants further, squishing up against her cheeks, underneath them, up toward her waistband, down the back of her thighs, she quivered and sobbed as she uncontrollably pooped her pants. "N-Nar Shadda!" She squealed out. "My base, it's on Nar Shadda! Deep, under the city! Where the foundation pillars are, under the commercial sector! Please, please stop, stop it!" She cried out, knees buckling as she fell onto her own ankles, her poop squishing all up around her ass with an audible -squelch-, while she forcefully pissed spurts into her panties again and again and again.
Mizori finally took off the mask, tossing it away. The clouds of nightmare faded away, but Arcadia still sat there, trembling. "Did... did you
shit your pants?" She asked, looking down at her. She reached down and grabbed her under the arm, lifting her to her feet so she could feel the giant mound on her bottom. "You did! Hah! I can't believe it! You actually crapped your pants, and I didn't even make you!" She teased the poor Twi'lek. "Now you aren't just a pissy baby girl, you're a messy pissy baby girl. Look at you. It's obvious that you can't control yourself. From now on, on this ship, you're not allowed to use a bathroom," She taunted her. "You can just shit your pants."
Arcadia just stared off at the wall sullenly. Mizori grew worried. She didn't actually CARE about the other woman's emotional state of being,
of course, but she didn't want her mentally broken. She wouldn't be able to answer any further questions in this state of mind. "Hey, hey, stop, it's okay," She weakly attempted to comfort her. "Look! Look, I'll do it too. Watch." The younger twi'lek went over to her desk, bending forward and putting her hands on it, hiking up her skirt to show off her white panties to Arcadia. She screwed her eyes shut, and her panties tented, and took on a brown discoloration. She groaned, her poop slid out of her, and filled her panties. She did it so quickly and easily, she must have done it before. "See? Now I pooped too. You're okay." She waddled over, her panties sagging, taking Arcadia and dragging her off by the hand.
"Come on, we'll shower together, and you can cry all about it. Lets get cleaned up. Tomorrow's a new day, after all... plenty of new ways for
me to make you piss and shit all over yourself." |
Hello everybody. I'm sorry that it's taken me so long to post another story in this thread. I've been very distracted lately. I recently quit playing SWTOR, so it's hard for me to want to write star wars fiction. I started playing WoW again, though, so, I think I will put my star wars story, The Subjugation of Arcadia Banes, on the backburner, and start writing another chapter of The Death God's Pet. I've been eager to see this story go a little further. This next chapter will contain just a little omo content, but I mostly want to write it to advance the story, and to also get a little shock value. Without further ado, here goes nothing.
The Death God's Pet
Chapter 3
Sunlight streamed in through the windows of Excella's luxurious bedroom, massive stained glass windows painted with figures of the
draenei herself, as well as the mansion's previous baroness. Colorful lights danced across the room, but luckily were blocked by the thinly veiled curtain around the giant four poster bed that Excella, and now her newest pet, Ella, slept in. Ella awoke from the faint light, finding herself alone in the warm, lush sheets, sitting halfway upright and looking around. Through the thinly veiled curtain she could see the figure of her mistress- she pulled the cord which drew the curtain back, and smiled happily at her lover.
"Good morning," the human with the tawny hair called to her mistress. Excella looked over at her for just a moment, before turning her
attention back to the full length mirror she stood in front of. Ella realized the pale, white haired alien was completely naked, and her cheeks turned pinkish with a blush. "Good morning, pet," The draenei replied in that authoritative tone of voice she always had. "I trust you slept well." Behind her, a mousy, nervous little blonde human was taking her measurements, not even looking at Ella as she was focused on her task. The brown haired human frowned. "Who is that?" She asked.
"This is my serving girl, one of many. Yet she hasn't been fully broken yet," Excella said with a smirk, looking over her shoulder at the girl before
putting her hands down, finished with her measurements. She pulled the body length mirror open to reveal her armoire behind it, flicking through the various dresses and gowns she had hanging in it. "I do not trust her, unlike my other servants. She's too new." The blonde looked ashamed of herself, hanging her head just slightly. She was dressed in a typical black and white maid's outfit, with thick white leggings and little black heels. She gave a courteous bow to the human still naked in her bed, and said nothing, having not yet been addressed. "She has not yet earned the honor of being called by name, but she insists her name is Seliyne. Ingratiate yourself to my pet, Seliyne," The bossy draenei ordered, still sifting through her
dresser to find the perfect outfit.
The blonde, thin little serving girl with her hair done up in a neat little ponytail immediately got on her hands and knees, giving an absurdly
subservient bow to Ella, her nose just millimeters from the ground. Ella blushed at the attention she was receiving. "I-It is my pleasure, to be allowed the honor of introducing myself to Mistresses lover," She said nervously, as if she were terrified of Excella. Ella felt a little discomforted by the over-the-top bowing and scraping. "Y-you can stand," Ella said as she tugged the blankets around her chest. "It's... it's a pleasure to meet you too."
"You needn't bother being too nice to this one," Excella said as she picked out her dress, an elegant white dress with flowery purple patterns
embroidered into it, laying it across a nearby chair as she picked out her lingerie to wear underneath of it. "I have my suspicions that she's with SI:7. That she's a worm, a little spy in my midst- an insect I am all too happy to squash," Excella said, punctuating her sentence by putting her hoof on the back of the bowing girl's head, forcing her face against the carpet. "I will find you out, little girl, and if I am displeased with the truth, you will suffer. Horribly." Seliyne swallowed and a bead of sweat ran down her forehead, and she quivered and meekly replied, "I-I will do my best to please you, mistress."
Excella found this amusing. She laughed, and removed her hoof.
"You will, will you? Would you humiliate yourself? Stand up. Bend yourself over and present your backside to my pet," Excella ordered,
stepping into a pair of tight fitting, lacy black panties, with a hole cut in the back for her tail. Seliyne blushed furiously, but she was a good servant. She did not protest. She turned and bent over, and her black maid skirt stiff enough that when she bent, she showed off her bottom. Considering what a wiry little thing she was, she had a pleasant figure, and a pleasing, round backside. Ella blushed at the sight of it, but she did not look away. To have so much power, that she could order this girl to do literally anything... she felt herself grow hot again already, even after the deviance of last night.
"Would you like to see her humiliate herself, pet?" The pale draenei asked Ella, who was biting her lower lip, already craving to touch and
ravish this poor girl, who existed only to serve her and her mistresses every whim. She had an idea of what the draenei meant... and she was aroused by the concept, very aroused. She meekly nodded. "I... I would like to see," She replied, to which Excella smiled with approval. "Good girl. You heard her, servant. She wants to see you humiliated. Empty your bladder, this instant."
Seliyne didn't protest, but she wasn't pleased by the look on her face. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, giving a little shudder, her hands
placed on her knees for support, she gave an adorable little gasp- "O-ooh..." as she complied with the demand. Ella's eyes went wide as she saw the inside of the girl's thick white leggings start to go dark, rivulets starting to run down the back of her thighs. She was shamelessly wetting herself, all because of her demands. Ella went red in the face at the realization of how much authority and power she had, even though she was just Excella's pet. She couldn't help but start to stroke the inside of her thighs, as she watched all those rivulets join together into a glistening dark patch running down both of the blonde maid's thighs. Seliyne gasped and started to breathe heavily as she felt the slightest pleasure from what she was being forced to do. "A-ahh... I... I needed to go... anyway..."
The tawny haired human watched and touched herself. It fascinated her. Excella had slowly been turning her onto this fetish, but she didn't
realize what pleased the draenei so much about it until now. That she had the power to control this blonde wenches very bodily functions... it was so -lewd-, so raunchy, so unacceptable and wrong, and that was what she loved about it. The gentle sound of a steady -Hhhssshhhh- filled the room as the woman relieved herself, her thighs quivering, biting her lip and shutting her eyes, the wetness starting to creep past her knees, down the back of her legs, dripping off her heels and puddling on the royal purple carpet beneath her feet. There was a tidemark running up her beautiful plump bottom, and Ella was transfixed.
"Are you about done?" The draenei baroness said with a sigh, tugging her dress over her body, running her hands down it to smooth out any
wrinkles. The nervous maid swallowed and nodded obediently. "I-I'm finished..." "Good," Excella replied sharply, coming over and smacking her on the bottom. "You filthy bitch. Clean yourself up, and dress my pet. She must be prepared for breakfast this morning," She said as she trotted across the room to the door, her hooves clicking on the carpet. "W-what are we having?" Ella asked, glad to momentarily distract herself from the sheer eroticism of the act she had just witnessed.
Excella looked over her shoulder as she reached the door, and grinned smugly. "Whatever you desire, my love," She said, as she left the room,
the massive double doors slamming shut behind her.
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That's all I can manage for now. I'll do more very soon, I promise |
Hello everybody, I'm sorry it's once again been so long. I've been getting a bit too lazy, not wanting to write... too many changes in my life right now for that. Fortunately for those of you that enjoy my stories, I'm being... *blush* ordered... to work on another installment for you. I got back into The Old Republic, on my old server, so I believe that I have enough inspiration to put in another chapter of The Subjugation of Arcadia Banes. The torture scene in the next one is probably going to be a little cringe worthy...
The Subjugation of Arcadia Banes
Part IV
Days began to blend into one, and slowly the victim's mind was changing. Mizori Maqis was good at what she did- there was more to this torture than just obtaining information. Her master had given her a very specific command- to break her. Cruelty came naturally to the intelligence agent- After all, she had learned it was true, all people are scum. Living on the streets of Nar Shaddaa, the people there were scum. Working in the lower levels of Imperial Intelligence, alongside other aliens, non force-sensitives- they were scum. They were all scum because none of them could be trusted- betrayal lurked around every corner, and in the darkness of the empire deep down all people were drenched with sin. But it wasn't because they were so cruel to her that she hated them- no, she hated them because they always failed. They came short of achieving the true clarity of mind that a Sith Lord could obtain. Like her master... washing up in her refresher, she trembled at the thought of him. Her hand wandered down between her thighs. She touched herself. She wished that it was his fingers instead of hers.
A sith made no excuses for the way that they acted- for the things that they did. They genuinely enjoyed the blood that flowed, the pain that was inflicted, and the domination that ensued- not like those pretenders on the street, who justified what they stole or who they killed based off their own need. They're greedy, greedy greedy greedy- All of them! Everyone but the Sith, her masters, so generous they were as to share suffering with the whole galaxy. So Mizori caused suffering, because it was what they willed, and the empire became stronger for it, because it was what they willed, and she always came back successful- because it was what they willed. Mizori would break this wretched slave into pieces, and bring her to Darth Infinitus a woman just barely able to comprehend her inevitable fate- The first thing she would destroy is her heart...
Oh, but it felt good to have a slave like her. The twi'lek's shower shut off, after a standard five minutes- she only had enough water for the both of them to wash five minutes a day, once a day. Her vessel was luxurious, but it was small, and held little in the way of resources, and intentionally stranded in secrecy so far away from the hyperspace lanes and the refill stations what resources she could carry were precious. Mizori wrapped herself in a towel and came out of her bathroom. Down the hall a bit, to where she saw her- her slave, still in her favorite pink nightie and silky tight pants that were stained from her repeated accidents. Her slave had gotten into her liquor cabinet. But Mizori wasn't upset- she smiled at the sight of her.
She sat on the floor, her legs tucked underneath of her, the bottle half-empty clutched in her hand, staring at the holo, which was playing the same flick that she had watched three times already, and she looked to be the most pathetic, miserable thing. She had halfway attempted to do her own makeup, but she was forgetting how to do the things she did every single day without her mistress around, and it was a mess, mascara dripping down her cheeks from the crying. Mizori came over and knelt down, onto her knees, taking Mist and pulling her into her arms. "There, there," She cooed with mock sympathy, starting to pet her lekku as she put her head against her chest. "What's wrong this time, my pet? All you ever do is cry. And have accidents," She said, grinning viciously while the dark blue alien couldn't see her face.
Mist gladly went limp into her arms. This was her mistress, her world and her everything- just being alone in the shower without her for five minutes was almost too much. "Y-you were gone, and I..." She sniffled a little bit. "I thought you left... because you aren't happy... because I won't tell you..." She said, talking in circles, and Mizori frowned. "Well pet, all you need to do is tell me what I need to know. I know almost everything. Your name, your birthplace, your family, even your blood type. Where your base of operations is, who your underworld contacts are, who your contacts within the empire are..." She cooed. "All you need to do is tell me what you were working on before I captured you. What kind of weapon could you possibly have to challenge the Dark Council?"
But Mist only shook her head. She wouldn't tell. "I can't tell you, mistress." She said, and that made Mizori angry. She threw Mist to the ground and stood up, kicking her in the side roughly. "Why NOT!?" She yelled at her. "It's the only thing left, and you won't give it up! Hypnosis, SLV, control commands, you won't tell me the last thing that I need to know!" She started to pace around and fume, and the deep blue twi'lek just laid miserable and weak on the floor. "What have you done to yourself? How, how is it that you are able to resist! Oh, but I don't even care right now," She cursed her, dragging her up and onto her knees. She took something off the nearby desk- a leash and collar- and fit it around Mist's neck, dragging her like an animal. "Crawl!" She yelled at her. And she did.
She had the poor woman crawl over to a vent. Then she took restraints, and hooked them into the force-suppressing bracelets that Mist always wore- and then she attached them to the grate, in a position so that she had to stay on her knees with her legs spread. "I've gotten myself aroused," She said with a smirk down at the other alien just like her. She pulled the knot out of her towel and let it drape on the floor, revealing her fully nude in the other twi'lek's presence. She stepped over to her, spread her legs just enough and yanked hard on the leash, forcing Mist's face between her thighs. "Do something about it," She ordered her. But the order wasn't really necessary- the vapid, already mostly broken twi'lek happily began to lick and suckle, running her luscious lips all over the paler blue alien's hairless nethers. "Mmm..." She said with a sigh as she started to grind herself against the girl's face. "So obedient. You use your mouth well. You must have been such a -whore- before I captured you. But now you aren't a whore anymore-"
Mizori pulled her away just a second, forcing her to look up at her, into her eyes, and she reached down, and gently placed her fingers on Mist's neck, stroking upwards, and she told her, "You're a ~toilet~." Mist stiffened up and her eyes widened- it was a mental command. Her lap and her bottom started to feel warm. She looked down and she could see her bright pink pants turning dark and sticking to her legs as her urine gushed into her pants, a noisy ~Hssssshhh~ without any hesitation. She smiled at the sight of it. "I'm wetting myself again Mistress," She said as her golden puddle formed around her ankles and soaked her bottom in this forced kneel she was in. She moaned. "Ahh... it's so warm, Mistress. It feels so good."
"Of course you are," Mizori said back to her with an amused sneer. "That's all you ever do. You're a toilet, just like I said. Head back, girl. I'm going to use you." Mist obediently raised her chin and put her head back, and closed her eyes. Mizori spread her labia apart with two fingers, and her own head rolled back as she gave a sigh of relief, and began to urinate on the other alien's chest, soaking her bra and her nightie through, occasionally getting her spray up on the woman's mouth. It dripped down her silky, skanky top, making it stick to her belly, dripping and soaking into the woman's already wet crotch, dripping off her butt and adding to the pool around feet.
Mizori smirked as she saw how happily her slave took it. "There. All done," She said. She picked her towel back up and wiped herself with it, and then draped it over Mist's face. "I'm going to go set up our special room now," She said to Mist with a smile. "Today is the day- I can feel it. You will finally tell me what it is I wish to know. And if I come back to find you soiled, I'm going to punish you much harder."
And so as Mizori left down the hall, Mist gave a happy smile as the back of her pants started to tent, and fill, and fill... because after all, what other pleasure did she have left in life but pain?
Edited May 10, 2016 by Attica
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Biography of a Toilet Whore
Part I
You want to know about me?
I'm not sure I understand. Why would you ever want to know about who I am? I am worthless, good for nothing, a degenerate. Nobody needs to know who I am, and I assure you, nobody cares. I am good for only one thing; pleasing you. Isn't that what you want? I can see the tent in your pants. Please, let me satisfy that. Here, unzip, I will get on my knees, and empty my bladder into my pants, I know how much it pleases you when I wet myself while I suck your cock.
You insist? Well, I- if it is what you desire, I will not say no. I can not say no. Whatever you desire, whatever pleases you, down to the smallest detail- I must obey. Why? Well, because it is... it is what I am, what I was created for. To obey. Never to think on my own, never to even consider giving orders to someone else, or disobeying an order I am given. A- ah... you see? I am so pathetic, I am losing control already. See, I've wet myself again- yes, that little splotch right across my lap. Well, if you insist I talk to you, as I said, I must obey, but- but let me touch you, let me stroke you off as I do. I cannot resist, you see, I hunger so, for it.
When did I start using my clothes as my toilet? Well, you see, I never- I never started using a regular toilet. Yes, I have never sat down and relieved myself in an outhouse or anything. I have wet and soiled my pants every day, since the day I was born. At first, when I was young, you know- it was of necessity. I simply did not know any better. I was never properly potty trained, like most people are. Whether it was out of negligence or cruelty at first, I cannot say- but I can assure you, later in my life, it became out of cruelty. Not much longer out of that, it became out of pleasure. Nothing pleases me more... nothing. No wine to slake my thirst, no decadent dish to satisfy my hunger- no, I, I cannot be satisfied by anything other than wetting myself and messing my pants. Though, the sex- and of course, the abuse that comes naturally with it- that is part of the hunger, the craving, that I will never satisfy.
Why wasn't I potty trained? Well, you see, my mother hated me. Perhaps, I am not sure, if she hated me at first. She may have simply disregarded me, as a thing, an annoyance. I never knew my father. He was powerful, or so I hear. A demon master. Yes, he laid with one of his conquests- a succubus. I am half a demon. No- no, don't worry- I have no interest in consuming your soul, I am still half human, after all. My father, yes, he... he was never really there. I saw him once or twice, when I was very little- perhaps still only two or three. I can remember, back that far. I remember almost everything. Demons, you see, their minds are- are more streamlined than a regular human. Perhaps that has to do with the mutations. I cannot tell you much. As I was half human, my succubus of a mother wanted little to do with me.
Out of obligation, she saw that I did not die in my youth. Perhaps she truly loved my father- yes, even a succubus is capable of love. Or perhaps the bond was too deep. She and him, they- forged a soul bond. It takes a powerful, powerful warlock indeed to forge a soul bond with something as nymphomaniac and untrustworthy as a succubus. Of course, she did not even attempt retaining fidelity. I mean, she was a succubus, after all. He was gone for such long times, he only came back every now and again- perhaps to check on me, though every time he saw me, I could see growing disappointment in his eyes. At such a young age, however, I could not possibly understand that look- only that it made me feel worthless.
That was the beginning of it all, really. That feeling of worthlessness- as I grew, I came to... worship it. It made me feel in a way I cannot describe to an average human. It made me feel... whole. To be worthless, to be scum, to be abused. My mother, she abused me often, yes. I think she resented me- many a consort was chased away once they saw the half-breed monstrosity that I was. The way that she abused me, it started to grow into a sort of addiction. I fed off it- literally, in the same way that a succubus feeds off lust.
You don't know how that works? Oh, of course- I forget, not all people are well versed in various aspects of demons. Well, succubi feed, in the same way that you and I would eat or drink water, by absorbing the emotion of lust within an individual. They *must* have sex- they must please their partners. It is the only way for them to stay alive. Of course, there are some lines a succubi won't cross- though there are few. They are of course, overwhelmingly selfish- so anything that puts them in danger or harms them is out of the question.
Yes, that does mean exactly that- there are no submissive succubi. They may SEEM submissive, in order to draw out your lust. A succubus innately knows what your deepest, darkest fetish is, and uses it against you. Even I can weakly sense it, though for you, it's easy- you like to see me piss and shit myself. That works out perfectly for us, after all... I love to have accidents.
As I was saying, though. Succubi all love BDSM. However, they will do whatever pleases their partner, other than submit to them. All succubi are sadists, you see- there are no masochistic succubi. Except, perhaps I... but that is because I am a degenerate, a mistake. A half breed.
My mother eventually turned me into a sort of slave. I did the work around the house- which was, to be frank, pointless. It was only to entertain mother. We lived in the Nether, see- where forms and reality are constantly changing shape, where nothing is solid and set in stone. There was no need for me to clean the house- we could just transform it into a clean home. But mother didn't- she enjoyed seeing me work. It wasn't until I was about, oh, eleven, that she started to realize the pleasure in forcing me to go to the bathroom on myself. It always made her furious, at first- she would whip me, beat me, scream at me- "Succubi do not excrete waste! Succubi do not eat food! We eat men and women's desires- and you will NEVER be like us! You wretched, pissy brat!"
That was her favorite line. She started to force me to wear belts with locks, so even if I wanted to, I could not take off my pants- I had no choice but to wet myself. For some reason, though, I never resented this- I accepted it as a part of life, and as I went through puberty, messing my pants, being whipped, burned, and abused- I came to love it. It really does feed me, just like lust feeds a succubus. Though- I still have to eat, and all that. If I didn't eat, how would I soil myself?
My appearance- what? You want me to describe my appearance aloud? Are you- taking this all down? How can you write like that while I'm pumping your cock? I admire your determination. Are you writing a story about me? Well, that's okay. I do not mind the entire world knowing what I am. The humiliation I would endure, the looks I would get walking down the street- mmnnh, I am frothing between the legs just thinking about it. Very well.
I am a human girl, though my skin is a colorful shade pinker than most of us. Tiny little bumps under my forehead are covered by my long, shimmering red hair- yes, I take very good care of my hair, and my body. There is an exquisite pleasure in urinating on a woman who is beautiful, isn't there? I know I am worthless, but I also know I am beautiful. All succubi are, even half breeds. My eyes are a soft purple, the color of lilacs- father, see, he had blue eyes, and demons, they always have red. Considering again what I am, genetically, I am pleasing to the eye and the touch. My breasts are full and plump, complete with petite, pink nipples. Oh, I would say I am a four stone cup- enough to fill your hand, and then some. Yes- oh, yes, just like that. I do enjoy it with you grope me. Please, continue.
My backside is much the same way. It fills out my pants, which really highlights the way they look when I soil them. Yes, I always dress in red- it matches my hair, the collar bone length hair, which doesn't quite cover my breasts- I keep them trimmed, so that when I am naked, nothing accidentally covers my tits. I love this color of scarlet- it really shows, the wet, glistening patches, when I wet- and the seat of these pants are forever stained, no matter how much I wash them.
Anyway, I- oh. Ohh, I- oh, forgive me. It feels like I am wetting myself again. No, I- unnhh, I do not ever get tired of it, even though I do it every day. I can do it, mmhhh, I can do it in various ways, that- oh, it's so hot- oh, that keep it interesting. Like- oh, light, I am really drenching myself this time- can you hear that? That ppsssshhhh, I love that sound. I am completely, helplessly pissing myself. It feels exquisite... sitting in this wooden chair, I can feel the hot wetness pool around my bottom, hear it drip and splatter all over the floor. Ah, ahhh, I- master, I am- unnnhh, p-peeing... myself.
It seems like its over. I think that your cock is going to burst if I don't do something about it. I'm sorry, I know you weren't nearly done, but I- I simply had to wet myself, I can't hold my bladder, after all. Oh, yes please- I would love that. I have had many partners, of course, you know that- but none of them bend me over their laps and spank me just right, like you do. I could cum just from you spanking me.
Oh, not yet, you say? Oh, of course- I'll get down on my knees. Please, I beg of you- urinate on my chest, on my mouth. I want it. I need it... I am nothing, but a filthy... wretched... toilet whore. |
Biography of a Toilet Whore
Part II
Oh, that felt incredible. I orgasmed at least three times. You, you are special- even if you do not hit and abuse me in the way I desire, even if you are not excessively cruel- I so enjoy being fucked by you. It's okay, don't worry. I'm a half breed, so I am infertile- you can't get me pregnant. That's okay- I enjoy the feeling of your semen coating my inner thighs, drying on my groin. It'll wash into my panties if just- ahhh, piss myself, like that. No, it's okay, I'm going to keep wearing these pants awhile- if you can stand the smell.
What am I saying? Of course you can. You've told me again and again how you enjoy the smell of my pissed pants. No, you don't have to worry about rashes or anything- I can just dispel those away. See, when I was eventually ejected from my household, I joined up with a convent of priestesses. I don't know why, perhaps I thought- maybe I could be cleansed, cured of my disgusting, corrupted desires. It did not work- it only further enhanced them. It was the beginning of something new for me. Despite my constant wettings, I had never actually wet the bed. That was when I came to the convent. I was very quickly given a reputation as a pantswetter. Priestesses, young ones especially- they can be terribly cruel girls. Perhaps it's all that duty and worship, and not getting any cock in them, but they can be truly terrible.
Sometime in my second week there, I awoke with my wrists tied to the bedposts. They said that I should just stay in bed, get more rest. Of course, they were teasing me- they were waiting until I got desperate. I still sometimes remember that day. The thought of it makes me moist. I had been trying my best to seem normal. I squirmed, I writhed- pinching my thighs together, I begged them, "Please, please let me go!" I even cried. I remember the looks of cruelty on their faces as they watched me cry. I- unnhh, master, may I pleasure myself while I tell this story?
Thank you. Ohh... what was I saying... I remember the utter desperation, the pain in my abdomen. I cried and I cried, and eventually, I lost muscle control. I can still hear the hiss of my pee, gushing into my nightgown. The warmth of it flooding under my bottom. They were -delighted-, because I cried more pathetically than ever. A daring girl pushed her hand between my legs, so that I would pee all over the top sheet too- the wetness obvious to anyone who looked at me. They pointed, jeered, and laughed- and then, someone got a particularly nasty idea. She climbed on top of my bed, spread her nightgown apart, and started to pee right on me, on the top sheet over my abdomen. Then another girl decided to do it, and another- eventually six girls pissed on me, in total, and I was totally soaking, from my knees to my breasts- in my own urine, and in others.
The most delightful thing is, after that, they left me there. I missed the morning bell, missed the morning shower- missed breakfast, left alone, in my piss stinking twin bed, all by myself- unable to even touch myself. My nethers were flaming, the entire time. After the first hour, I wet the bed again- after the second, I shit in my nightgown. The erotic pleasure was overwhelming. I came, even without touching myself- I writhed and I bounced, and the mess in my skirts went all over my bottom and the back of my thighs.
Five hours later I was discovered by the matron, and without even being able to clean myself up, I was stripped naked, tied to a pole outside- yes, every girl could see me naked, with my own excrement smeared over my backside- and whipped for twenty minutes straight. I came from that, too.
The pleasure of my accidents never really hit me until I was about eleven, and still under the care of my mother. That was when she realized the sort of pleasure she got out of torturing me, and forcing me to mess myself. No, don't worry- demons age differently, you see. A real succubus is a fully grown woman by the age of seven. Me, at the age of eleven, that was probably about age nineteen, to a human. My breasts and my hips were nearly fully developed, and mother found a new way to satisfy her hunger- by fucking me.
I can honestly say that my own mother was possibly one of the best sexual partners I ever had. Of course she was- she was a succubus. My own twisted desires for abuse and wetting fueled her, fueled her natural, instinctual sadism. I think at that time, that was the closest I ever had to an actual loving relationship with her. She had sex with me once a day, which is honestly showing restraint, for a succubus. You see, they fuck multiple times a day. Day in and day out, for hours at a time, cock, tongue, and pussy was touching mother's nethers in one way or another. Humans, demons, elves, animals even- one time she actually laid with Lord Ba'al Zəbûb himself. The way that monstrosity could come! I was cleaning it off the walls for three days.
The greatest session I had with her? Well... I was quite full to bursting, and she must have sensed it- she chained me up against a wall, with my wrists above my head. She tore off my top, my breasts free and exposed to her- and first, she iced them. Traced ice across my nipples, and threatened to kill me if I peed. Then, the candle wax was next- it burned, it burned so much, after the contrast of the ice. I must admit, I wet myself a little from that- from the pain. Yes, even as a half demon, I have wet my pants in fear before.
But what came next was utterly magical. Succubi are very in tune to other people's bodies, you see, no matter what species they are- they can affect whatever they like, however they like. She demanded that I hold it, and then, she made it impossible. She weakened my bowel and bladder muscles. I remember it like it was yesterday- panting, sweating like a pig, my face hot and red, my tits stiffer than steel nails. Trembling from head to toe, pinching and squeezing my thighs, rubbing them up and down against each other, clenching my bottom. I kept having to alternate control, from my urethra to my rectum- I couldn't focus on both. My- 'load', for lack of a better word, was pushing out of me, so I went to focus control on holding it- and I completely wet myself.
It was incredible. There is nothing as pleasurable as literally having no control- no choice in the matter, wetting yourself completely, utterly, helplessly. It gushed under my asscheeks, forming dozens of hot, glistening rivulets down the back of my thighs- mother shook her head, her black, thin hair swaying, clucking her tongue as she watched me, her tail flitting back and forth, calling me pathetic. I sobbed and begged just a little, and tried to hold my bladder- that was when the bowels went.
I could feel the slight resistance of my mess tenting in my panties- everything sort of came to a stop then. I sweated, shuddered- my succubi mother came close, bit my lower lip, kissed me, pinched my nipple- she whispered in my ear, "You will never have control,"- and then it all went. Any sentiment of control I had left, was gone.
I gushed urine into my pants like a waterfall, I forcefully soiled myself, oh, the sounds, master- the squelching, the crackling and popping, the tent in my pants bulged and then mushed down into a mound, and I shit, and shit, and shit my pants, I had no idea I could even hold that much. I moaned, no- screamed, with pleasure, as it happened. I was never messier than I was that day. She let me down, and spanked me viciously- spread and mushed my mess all over. It covered me from hip to hip, down the back of my thighs to my knees, up the small of my back, and she stripped me then, and started to jam her tail into me- my face was forced into my own puddle of urine.
That was when he came home. For the first time in an entire year, he came home. My father- he saw it all, he saw what horrible, depraved thing my own demonic mother was doing to me. I lost my family, after that- I was set free with nowhere to go.
Why? Well... because he killed her, right on the spot.
Thank you!
Edited January 29, 2019 by Attica
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(I wrote this a while back on a request. Thought of posting it in-case anybody would like to read it.)
“I told you I can’t do this…” Gohan wailed, keeping himself from collapsing on the ground using his all fours, sweat dripping off his chin.He was gasping for breath but Piccolo couldn’t have cared less.
He was irritated by the kid’s banter on how he couldn’t fight but he knew there was no other choice. If he saw even a slight ray of hope of saving the Earth from the wrath of the two Saiyans that were going to land here a year later, then it was in this kid.
“Hopeless case,” he thought, watching the boy try to stand up. Although the lad showed little potential at the moment, Piccolo was hopeful that he’d pick up soon.
He knew that Gohan had something special within him. Something that even he or Goku didn’t have.
He saw that the kid was tired and needed some rest, it was obvious, after all they had been training continuously for two hours or so.
Piccolo suggested Gohan to take a little rest for a while to which the kid readily agreed. Before long, the deliriously tired boy dozed off under a tree while Piccolo sat meditating on a rock.
With his legs folded, eyes closed and wrists on his knees, Piccolo tried to concentrate. He sat there still, not bothered by the sweet chirps of the birds flying nearby.
The cool morning breeze felt so good on his face and bare hands, he wished he could keep meditating as long as he wanted to, but he knew they didn’t have any time to waste.
They were here to train, not to meditate or sleep. God knows how strong those Saiyans would be? And by how Raditz had described about the uncanny powers of the yet to arrive warriors, Piccolo was sure it would take everything they have got to defeat them and save Earth from an impending carnage.
Suddenly, Piccolo felt a strong twinge in his bladder. Maybe all the water he had been drinking while training was finally catching up to him. Piccolo ignored the signals coming from his bladder and closed his eyes back, he needed to concentrate. He could relieve himself later; his need to go wasn’t too great after all.
But as time passed, Piccolo’s need to pee grew more and more pressing. His bladder was filling up quite rapidly, putting a considerable amount of strain on its walls.
He took a deep breath and straightened his back. Piccolo was beginning to feel really uncomfortable now. He couldn’t help but squirm a bit where he sat, every now and then.
It was taking a great deal of effort for him to relax and meditate owing to the fact that his need to wee was increasing at such an alarming rate.
After a three hour long sleep, Gohan finally woke up to find Piccolo still meditating with his eyes closed.
He was really in awe with Piccolo’s level of concentration and the ability to sit still for so long. But little did the kid know what was going on inside his master.
Piccolo’s bladder had filled up considerably by now and he was planning on relieving himself as soon as his meditation routine got over.
Another strong twinge from his bladder pulled him out of his state of somewhat shallow meditation. He opened his eyes to find Gohan looking at him intently.
Did the kid notice him squirming?
“Hey Piccolo! When do we get back to training?” Gohan asked with innocence.
“Right now kid! And I want you to show me your best!” Piccolo growled as he jumped from the rock, to appear right in front of the small boy.
He was fast, so fast that Gohan’s eyes couldn’t even register his movements. Although Piccolo looked ready for another rigorous session of training, he was regretting the decision of making such a swift movement of jumping from the rock.
Such a fast action had left waves of urine crashing against the walls of his bladder. He couldn’t believe he was so full already. He knew it would have been a wise decision to empty his bladder before they began training but he didn’t really want Gohan to know that he had to pee.
“Kid, are you sure you want to continue with your training?” Piccolo asked in his low, coarse voice, staring Gohan right in his eyes.
“Hmm…!” the boy nodded, clenching his fists towards Piccolo, a sign that he was ready to begin.
“Good, with an attitude like that you just might make it…,” Piccolo smirked, standing there, inviting Gohan to make the first move.
The boy took the chance and jumped towards Piccolo to kick him, but the Namek was quick to counter.
He thrashed the boy with his hand, sending him flying off behind a boulder.
Gohan immediately retrieved to shower Piccolo with a series of punches and kicks, but the big green guy was fast enough to dodge them.
As Piccolo continued to avoid the boy’s consistent attacks, the copious amount of urine he was holding kept sloshing inside his bladder, making it really uncomfortable for him to keep up such an agile motion.
He vanished to appear behind Gohan’s back; kicking him far away. Piccolo winced in agony as he felt a strong jolt from his bladder, maybe moving his leg to kick was a bad idea.
The small boy fell to the ground with a thud.
“Keep your eye on the enemy!” Piccolo growled angrily, his annoyance increasing, some due to Gohan’s poor performance and some due to his need to pee.
“…but you disappeared, I couldn’t see you…” Gohan replied, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head, showing where it hurt.
“If you can’t see the enemy … feel him out...” Piccolo instructed, holding his waist with both his hands. He could feel his bladder really swelling up now and it wouldn’t have been long before he would need to relieve himself whether he wanted it or not.
“Well that’s a lot easier said than done…” Gohan responded, getting back on his feet, continuing to rub his head and groaning in pain.
Piccolo growled in anger before striking the boy with a blue beam which he shot out through his eyes, turning Gohan into fried Gohan.
The Saiyan boy again fell on his face.
“Next time you find the time to whine, think of what you should do instead, then do it…” Piccolo said with an evil smile running through his face. Although he was trying to put up a tough demeanor and was telling Gohan what to do, he was actually planning about when he would go to pee.
He could feel the water still streaming into his bladder, filling it like a balloon. He knew he had a little way too much water to be held back for very long and that his bladder was quickly reaching its limits.
It was now taking him a conscious effort to hold back his pee. Had he been alone, he would have rushed to relive himself. But since Gohan was with him, he really didn’t want to give out any signs that he needed to piss. That would have looked so weak and vulnerable. Needing to pee while training for the battle that was going to decide the fate of the planet they were living in? No, he decided to wait it out until the training was over.
Piccolo knew this was a very long shot since he was already getting pretty desperate for a leak and there were still a few hours to go before they could call it a day.
Anyway, they continued with Gohan throwing an array of punches and kicks at the Namek, while he kept dodging them.
He was still pretty fast for Gohan and the poor kid was hardly able to even touch his master, but then suddenly, a punch he threw landed on Piccolo’s face!
What?! Gohan couldn’t believe himself! Was he really getting better at this?
Piccolo held his bladder in agony instead of his face, where he had actually taken the hit. He growled in anger and looked at the kid. It was getting difficult for him to control his urge to pee now and with his mind occupied with his need, Piccolo was not able to effectively counter the kid’s movements.
Maybe he should ask the boy to stop so he could go relieve himself somewhere. The situation was getting severe now, but he still didn’t want Gohan to know that he had to pee this bad.
Holding his bladder Piccolo stood there, hoping Gohan won’t start attacking him again. He was not sure if he’d be able to hold it while fighting like this; it was simply too much strain for his bladder to take.
An hour and a half later, Piccolo’s need to pee had increased dramatically. His bladder felt as hard as a rock, restricting his movements to a great extent.
Piccolo was now regretting his decision of drinking so much water without thinking about the chances of getting to relive himself. He could never let the boy know that he had to pee this bad, it would have been so embarrassing!
His body was beginning to shake with the effort it was taking to hold on. The pressure in his bladder was like he had never felt before. He couldn’t believe he had to pee this urgently.
Bending forward a little, Piccolo frowned looking at the boy, who was looking back at him.
Gohan jumped towards the Namek and landed another punch on his face, throwing him down to the ground.
As Piccolo fell down, he felt a sudden spurt of pee escape into his underwear. Fuck! His eyes widened in horror. He barely managed to stop himself from grabbing his crotch in desperation.
He gulped the lump in his throat and stood back up. He was not sure if he’d be able to hold it if he got hit like that one more time.
“Ahh..!” he growled in shock as he saw Gohan flying towards him again. Piccolo’s terror knew no bounds. His body was not in a position to endure another attack like the previous one.
He had to evade the hit at all costs if he wanted to save himself from having an embarrassing accident in front of the kid.
To his luck, Piccolo found himself successful in hitting Gohan with a slash of his hand when he came close enough. The kid was catapulted to a great distance due to the impact of the hit he had taken.
He crashed to the ground sending a huge cloud of dust flying off all over the place.
Piccolo had saved himself from getting hit, but the sudden jolt his body experienced when he struck the boy forced him leak into his underwear for another second.
Piccolo doubled over and grabbed his crotch in desperation, crushing his penis shut, taking advantage of the fact that Gohan wouldn’t be able to see him through the massive veil of dust. He crossed his legs tight and bounced on his knees. God he had to pee!
He could feel the dampness of the cloth around his crotch. He didn’t want to imagine how his underwear would’ve looked like at this point. All what he knew was that if he didn’t pee soon, he was going to have an accident.
Piccolo tried to walk towards a large boulder which was nearby, cupping his full bladder with one hand and holding his crotch with the other. The strain he was experiencing in his bladder was incredible. It was so full that he wasn’t even able to stand up straight, let alone walk.
He had to pee before Gohan could find out about his predicament and to do that, he needed to get behind the boulder as soon as he could.
Doubled over and limping forwards, just a few feet away from the boulder now, he stopped to cross his legs again because he came so close to losing control. Piccolo felt his sphincters shaking with pressure. He felt another small stream rushing out through the shaft of his penis.
He gasped in pain as he barely managed to cut off the flow by squeezing his dick tighter than ever.
“Piccolo!” he heard a voice coming from behind. It was Gohan.
Piccolo turned around to find Gohan flying towards him rapidly. His started to shiver in fear. If he got hit, he was definitely going to wet himself. He quickly let go off his crotch, not wanting to be seen holding himself but he didn’t dare to uncross his legs. Too much relaxation at this point could have been dangerous.
“Gohan no!” he yelled out, in desperation, unable to move from where he was.
Gohan somehow braked himself in midair on Piccolo’s sudden command ,but he couldn’t understand what was going on?
Was Piccolo satisfied with his performance and wanted to end the training?
“What is it Piccolo?” the kid asked in a soft voice as he landed on his feet to the ground.
Piccolo wanted to tell him to go away so he could pee, but he was still not able to let go off his inhibitions.
He did not want Gohan to know that he was so desperate to piss but he did not have the time to think, he had to pee! Now!
Without saying anything he turned back and took a few more steps towards the boulder, and suddenly another jet of pee rushed out of him.
He jammed his hand back to his crotch, not caring any longer if Gohan could see him doing so. His pee was just a hair breadth away from the exit and the only way to hold on even if only for a few seconds was through squeezing his cock shut.
“Aaah…!” Piccolo gasped in pain, his back still towards Gohan.
“Piccolo are you alright?” the boy asked in concern, looking at his master’s pitiful condition.
“I-I have to p-pee…I can’t hold it…” Piccolo said, his eyes tightly closed shut with the effort and concentration it was taking to hold his pee.
“Oh!” Gohan sighed in shock, a little taken aback by Piccolo’s sudden confession. Why did he push himself to hold on when he was so desperate?
The Namek stood bent double at his spot unable to even take a step. Piccolo mustered every ounce of strength left in his body to lift his leg up and go behind the boulder but then the action proved to be too much for his full bladder.
Suddenly, he felt a thin rivulet of piss starting to flow out of his penis. He was beginning to go in his pants!
Gasping in shock and horror, Piccolo tried his best to the stop the stream but failed.
His fingers felt wet now, the pee was beginning to seep through the fabric, forming a huge wet patch around the area of his
crotch.
In panic, he went for the string of his pants, desperately trying to get them untied but the tight knot around his waist refused to open.
“No!” Piccolo yelled in despair as his last attempt to save himself from having an uncontrollable accident went in vain. All of a sudden, the thin stream gained strength and turned into a thick torrent. Piccolo was wetting himself. He had completely lost control.
The dark patch on his crotch began to expand to his trembling knees and several drops of pee fell on the barren land as he stood there in shame and disgust.
Soon a puddle of pee started to form beneath his feet as kept on peeing. The pressure in his bladder slowly began to abate as it continued to empty itself profusely. Piccolo couldn’t believe there was so much pee within him, how he was able to drink so much and then keep holding for so long was just incredible. After an entire minute his torrent turned into a slow stream before it completely stopped. By now he had soaked every inch of his pants and underwear. He collapsed to the ground, defeated. Piccolo couldn’t believe that he had wet himself uncontrollably and that too in front of Gohan!
He didn’t have the courage to turn around and look at him. All he wanted to do was to hide himself in a dark corner, away from the boy.
“Piccolo?” Gohan said meekly, “Are you alright?”
“Go away kid…” Piccolo said, still facing the other side. His humiliation knew no bounds, he didn’t want to confront the boy, at least not now.
“It’s okay Piccolo, it was just an accident….” Gohan said, trying to provide some support to a visibly shaken Piccolo.
“No it’s not okay…I don’t want to talk about this, please leave me alone…” he said, his voice betraying his despair and helplessness.
“Piccolo!” Gohan yelled as he ran to come and stand right before the Namek’s eyes, “Do you think I am disgusted by you just because you wet yourself?”, he said angrily.
Piccolo didn’t respond, he just looked away, trying to avoid any eye contact.
“Piccolo you are my friend and there is no way I am ever leaving your side! It was just a silly accident; it doesn’t even matter to me! You are still my hero and you are still a source of inspiration to me! Do you think I will look down on you just because you wet yourself?! If yes, then you do not get me at all!” Gohan said, his anger evident in his words.
“Gohan ….” ,was all Piccolo could managed to say before his eyes welled up with tears.
“It’s okay Piccolo, you won’t even believe how many times I’ve wet myself!” Gohan said, placing a hand on the Namek’s shoulder.
He hugged Piccolo tight, rubbing his back slowly.
“Thank you Gohan… you are the only friend I have…” he said, tears rolling down his face.
They both hugged each other for a while.
“Now go and get your clothes changed, we have a lot of training to do tomorrow…” Gohan said, smiling a bit as he stepped back.
Piccolo nodded before he stood from his knees and quickly flew off towards his home.
“B-Bye Piccolo!” Gohan shouted as he waved wildly at his friend, watching him disappear into the horizon. |
Immediate disclaimer: I DIDN'T WRITE THIS. I found this on the Game Grumps kink meme at Livejournal. Unfortunately, all posts on the page are anonymous, so I can't give credit to an author (I wish I could, they did a great job), but I highly recommend checking out the page at http://kinkgrumps.livejournal.com/
Hope you enjoy it as much as I did... ;)
“Jesus, Ross, are you okay?” Dan’s voice wavers with an unsure giggle. They’ve spent almost an entire episode just trying to beat this one boss—well, Ross has been trying, Dan has mostly been laughing and watching him get continually destroyed. Ross’ anger has been steadily increasing with every game over; his grip on the controller is now tight enough that his knuckles are tinged with white, the line of his jaw even more prominent than usual as he grits his teeth.Though that’s all been perfectly amusing on its own, the last five minutes or so, Ross has proven himself absolutely incapable of being still. Dan assumes it’s frustration at first when he won’t stop fidgeting, shifting the way he’s sitting as if he just can’t get comfortable, but now his leg is bouncing up and down furiously and he’s making a hissing noise, noisily sucking in air between his teeth.“Fuck, man, I really need to pee.” The jiggling of his right leg is sending vibrations through the entire couch, and Dan laughs again when he briefly switches to jiggle the left, only to return back to the right again.“Yeah, dude, I can tell—” Dan cuts himself off with a snort when Ross makes a frustrated groan as he’s killed yet again. “You’re doing the dance five year olds do when they have to go to the bathroom.”“Well, I gotta go bad!” The boss battle has barely restarted for what Dan figures must be at least the twentieth time now when Ross’ character is hit with a blow that leaves him just barely alive. “Oh, fuck you!” He yells at the TV as he outright lifts his hips off the couch just to slam back down onto it again.It only takes two more hits before he’s dead again. Dan’s laughter bubbles over, “Well then, next time on Steam Train maybe we can—”“No, no, stop, don’t—we’re not—it’s not over. We’re still going.”Dan shoots a surprised look in Ross’ direction, one he misses as the battle restarts again and he begins mashing the controller buttons angrily. “Dude, we’re already at fifteen minutes, are you sure?”“Yes I’m sure, I’m not gonna break, not gonna stop til I kill this fucking—piece of shit!” Another devastating blow. “I’m gonna kill him, I’m gonna kill his whole fucking family!”“Ross—“ Dan shakes his head as Ross starts weirdly gyrating his hips again and making a soft, low noise from the back of his throat. “I think you’re gonna piss yourself first.”“I fucking might, dude!”There’s no sound but Ross angrily smashing at the controller as Dan takes a moment’s pause. That had almost sounded—like a threat? Or a promise? Sweeping his hair out of his face with a sigh, he tries to focus on the game, to just watch Ross’ character narrowly avoid certain death.But it’s hard, it’s really fucking hard to try and keep his eyes glued to the screen when Ross is squirming and making small, aggravated noises. And even if he’s not looking, they’re in close enough quarters that Dan can feel everything; the way Ross shifts and circles his hips and wiggles his ass and grinds into the couch. His motions are rhythmless, of course, but they’re so desperate, and punctuated with little grunts and whines of frustration and pure need.“Come on, you fucking bitch—die, die—” Ross whispers angrily, and Dan instantly regrets glancing over at him. He’s rolling his bottom lip between his teeth, breathing heavy, his hips shuddering and both his legs shaking in tandem. “FUCK YOU!” Killed again; when Ross shouts and then makes another loud, frustrated groan, Dan watches as his face heats up, his cheeks practically burning red. Dan reflexively presses his thighs together and tries to focus on anything else, knowing full well that he’s not going to have a good time if he has to explain popping a boner in a situation like this.Words and noises alike, everything spilling out of Ross’ mouth is filthy as he tries the battle yet again and continues his losing streak. Dan realizes it’s been ages since he’s said anything, but as he opens his mouth Ross outright whimpers—a high, clear noise so pornographic Dan thinks he might be blushing just from hearing it.
When he meets his inevitable demise again, Ross momentarily drops one side of the controller, shoving his free hand directly between his legs and pressing firmly on his crotch. He’s nothing but breathy noises now, hissing and letting air out in large gasping sighs, but when the battle starts up again he gets both hands back on the controller.It’s so quiet at first that Dan almost thinks he’s making it up. “Get me a bottle.”“I, uh—what?”“I’m not gonna make it, Dan, seriously, I’ve gotta piss so fucking bad—get me a bottle. Or a jar! Something!” Ross’ eyes never leave the screen as he gives the instructions, and Dan’s honestly thankful that he won’t see the growing problem in his pants as he leaps up from the couch and searches the room as quickly as he can.“Ross—” He shoves things over on the desk, searches behind the couch, lets his eyes scan the room for anything that could even come close, to no avail. “Shit, dude, I can’t find anything, there’s nothing, I’m—”“Danny—” Ross chokes out another noise, pressing the buttons of the controller furiously. “I’m gonna—”“You’re what, you’re gonna what?!” When he hears a noise from the television that isn’t the same “Game Over” tune he swears he’s heard a thousand times, Danny looks over his shoulder to see the boss on the ground, finally defeated, victorious music swelling in the background. Taking a deep, shaky breath as Ross drops the controller to the ground, Dan smiles. Maybe that’s what he meant, that winning was what he was gonna—Dan can’t do anything but watch as Ross shoves his hand back between his legs and rocks forward, unable to stop himself. With a gasp for air and a long, hoarse groan, he drops his head back and wets himself, eyes shut, back arched, right there on the couch. Dan swallows hard and watches the damp wet spot grow on the crotch of Ross’ jeans, hyper-aware of how painfully he’s pressing against his own zipper.Ross’ eyes fly open as he tapers off, his gaze meeting Danny’s for a second before he glances down at himself. “Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit—” He’s up and moving quickly for the doorway, and Dan almost trips over his own two feet barreling around the other side of the couch, but his long legs bring him there a second earlier.He presses his hand firmly against the door before Ross can try to wrench it open, and when Ross whips around to hiss at him, Dan swallows it in a kiss. Beneath him, he feels Ross almost instantly melt back against the door, but after a few seconds the soft smacking of their lips is punctuated by a little whine from Ross. Dan lets the path of his mouth move and dips his head to follow the curve of Ross’ neck. It’s not that they haven’t done this before, but Ross would be embarrassed enough to be seen like this in front of a regular friend, let alone a part-time sex friend. His face flushes hot as he tries to suppress another small noise, ashamed to be enjoying the attention.“Danny, please, I’m—”“I know.” Dan’s breath is warm on the skin of Ross’ neck, and he nips gently at his pulse point. “It was pretty fuckin’ hot.”Ross opens his mouth to tell Danny that it isn’t funny, that it’s too soon to start joking about the fact that he just openly pissed himself, that God, he’s so embarrassed; but Dan’s hand is running over his waist and then down to tease at the soaked-through crotch of his jeans. The only thing Ross can do is moan in response and slam his head back against the door when Dan pops the button of his fly open single-handedly.Shoving Ross’ jeans down his hips, Dan palms gently over Ross’ wet boxers to work at him, coax him until he’s fully hard and the outline of his cock is obscenely detailed against the damp fabric. His lips moves along Ross’ skin; he’s kissing and biting and licking up his neck and along his jaw, then sucking the lobe of his ear into his mouth.“Danny—” Ross tries again, voice thick with want. “What—are you really—” He practically chokes on another gasp when Dan’s teeth just barely graze over the shell of his ear. The heat of his breath there makes Ross whimper and rock into his touch, every nerve in his body set alight.
“God, you have no idea how good you looked, do you? How desperate?” Dan’s voice is dark and low and right in Ross’ ear. “All that squirming, and grinding, and bouncing—do you even have any idea how much that turned me on?”Dan just barely parts his legs and shifts forward, trapping Ross’ thigh between both of his. He circles his hips to grind himself against Ross’ leg, and Ross suddenly has a very good idea of how much it turned him on. With a low hiss, Dan presses himself into Ross’ thigh again, slipping his hand beneath the waistband of Ross’ boxers to fish him out.Ross groans at Dan’s firm grip as he feels errant beads of precome rolling down his shaft, soaking him even further.“Yeah, Ross—” Dan’s moan is a hoarse whisper as he starts to stroke him, letting the thrusts of his hips against Ross’ thigh fall into the same rhythm. “You—you don’t even know, don’t even know how badly I wanted—God, just wanted to pull you on top of me, have you move your hips like that for me. Be desperate like that for me—fucking lose yourself like that, all over me, Ross.”“Jesus, Danny,” Ross tips his head back against the door and eagerly bucks up into Dan’s touch as he picks up speed. The feeling of Dan rutting against his thigh and the filthy things he’s groaning into his ear are bringing Ross undone remarkably fast. He can tell by how ragged Dan’s breathing has become that he’s not too far off either.“Would you do that for me, Ross?”Ross whimpers as Dan pumps him, thumb swiping methodically over his head with each upstroke. When he digs his nails into Dan’s arm he can outright feel Dan’s cock twitch against his thigh, and it urges Ross so close to the edge that his vision starts to blur out.“God, fuck—could you let it all go for me, Ross? Just fucking—release like that, for me?”The pace of Dan’s hand working his shaft is grueling, and Ross squeezes his eyes shut. “Yeah, God—fuck yes. I could—I would, I would do that—” He tapers off, hips rocking just as urgently as Dan is against his leg. “Shit—” Ross hisses, “gonna come so fucking hard, Danny.”Dan sucks briefly into the crook of his neck, his lips and hot breath hover against Ross’ skin when he speaks. “Yeah?” He drifts up towards Ross’ ear again and practically purrs, “Gonna add to that fucking mess you made?”Ross swears loudly as his climax rips through him; he comes so hard he almost blacks out, comes so hard his legs tremble and threaten to give way completely. He clings to Dan’s biceps as he arches up into his touch, his come spilling over both of them and soaking his still-damp crotch further. With a few more thrusts and quiet grunts of “yes, God, Ross, fucking perfect”, Dan’s following after him, dropping his head down on Ross’ shoulder and whimpering and God, Ross can immediately feel the wet patch forming against his thigh. It makes him shiver, how much it turns him on, his face flushing hot—and then even hotter at the thought that Dan just asked Ross to piss on him, and that he knows he absolutely would.Dan pulls away to see Ross glancing up at him, his pupils blown and his bottom lip pulled between his teeth again. When his eyes travel downward to watch Ross tuck himself back into his boxers and to take in the dark damp patch on his jeans, the only way Dan can react is to kiss him. It’s a soft, gentle brush against his lips.“That was so hot,” Ross murmurs when Dan just barely pulls back, their mouths still hovering inches from each other.“You’re amazing,” is all Dan can think to say. “Let’s go get cleaned up.” |
This the 2nd part of a story that I put out about a year ago. I suggest you read it so you understand the characters of Tracy and Elisa.
https://omorashi.org/topic/22795-the-new-girl/
Chapter 2: Tracy
I meant to go at least a year into this new high school before coming out as Lesbian to another school, it was what got me out of my last school, some creepy Catholic private school that acted as if they were the voice of God. My sexuality was a secret for almost five years before I was caught by a parent making love to their daughter, and that was all for me and the girl.
But, it all changed when I met Elisa. Elisa Studer was perfect for me, funny, awkward, out-going, beautiful and supportive. I love to remember the first time I met her, as I was waving my desperation with my hand to the teacher and Elisa jumped in front, I made a vow to hate that girl. It is ironic how things work like that.
Funnier than that was how Elisa and I’s relationship always seemed to focus on pee. We both were lesbians with bonds for each other turned on by desperation. I had no choice than to announce to the world that we were dating. Barely anybody knew me so it didn’t affect me, and a few bigots turned on Elisa, but she gained even more friends by stating her sexuality, and guess what, no expulsion.
That said, I did feel the need to get even for some occasions. Like the day where Elisa stopped me before the bathrooms to talk to me, even though my sides were bursting, or that first day, I wanted to get Elisa the sole desperate one. That was the plan on the day of the project, but I got lost in my own desperation.
But I would get my revenge, in Michigan. My family had traditionally spent the first week of summer in Michigan, starting off on a high note. In Michigan we would hike, go to a lake, hang around and bond as a family. This year we were going again, but this time I also wanted Elisa to come.
About a week before school ended, I asked my parents about the possibility of inviting Elisa to Michigan. They were well aware of me being a Lesbian and knew about Elisa, but were doubtful at first. There are arguments were mostly that it would take away from the family, and that we “Make-out” and stuff.
In the end, they agreed, but at the cost that Elisa and I could not engage in anything sexual past kissing, it was fair, though I wasn’t planning on following the rules for this part.
Elisa agreed to, and a week after school, she met at my house. She was in a pair of jeans and a purple t-shirt, a large bag of luggage in her hand. Elisa had already become regular with my family, my mother Janet, my father George, and my little brother Michael.
Shortly after meeting, we entered the car, me in the middle, Elisa on my left, Michael on my right. It was a seven hour drive with constant rest stops, mostly more Michael, which was disappointing as Elisa never truly got desperate.
We arrived at night and slept through the first night, and went to the lake for the first day. After one day of being sun-burnt and tired, I was tired of not seeing Elisa not desperate, so I was ready for day two.
Day two was the big day, and when the sun rised in the morning, I woke to Elisa sleeping on the other side of the bed, over the covers, in just a bra and panties. I disrobed, and slid down my underwear and replaced it with a large yellow sundress. I walked outside in just the sundress, the morning wind blowing through my entire body, it was chilling and relaxing. Now, I needed to begin my preparations.
I walked to the kitchen, where my parents were cooking breakfast.
“Hello Tracy, you want some breakfast?” My dad spoke, I sat at the table, my legs double-crossed so my parents couldn’t see under my skirt.
“Sure.” My Dad passed a plate of an omelet to me, I grab it and take a few bites, my mind engrossed in the plan. “I’d like to stay home today with Elisa, if that’s okay.” My dad looked at me, with a small smirk.
“Today we are going hiking, you used to love hiking, why today?”
“I don’t know, I just want to relax, I’m very tired after yesterday.” My father looked down, discouraged, but allowing.
“Okay, but no fooling around, you got that Tracy?” I nodded my head in false agreement. It was quiet as I finished my omelet. I had a twinge in my bladder so I walked over to the bathroom and pissed in the toilet, quickly and easily. This was step one, having our bladders mis-matched.
Step two followed, wake up Elisa. I walked over to Elisa, who looked comfortable lying in her bed, and I whispered her name close to her ear. The whisper was loud enough that the girl opened her eyes to greet me, I pecked her on the lips and she followed suit.
“Good morning Tracy.” Elisa spoke, she was standing up in her underwear looking amazing, her arms rung up as she stretched, she put out a massive yawn. “What are we doing today?”
“Today, we have the whole morning to ourselves.” Elisa smiled at me and I returned the smile back at her.
“Are your parents gone?”
“In fifteen minutes, and will be gone until 12:30.” It was currently 8:40. To give you a sense of surroundings, we were in a log cabin, four room, a kitchen, two bedrooms and a bathroom. Michael and my parents shared a room (normally Michael slept in my room, but we had to change that), Elisa and I slept in our own room. There was only one bathroom, an old, cabin bathroom with a half-working shower and a old, but clean toilet. Each door had a lock and currently, the door to our room was locked.
“Well, I need to use the girls room.” Elisa started walking, tired and thoughtlessly.
“Elisa, wait.” Elisa stopped. “I have to tell you two things, first, don’t go out to my family in panties and a bra.” Elisa nodded and walked back to her bag, she picked out a wavy black mini-skirt and a white t-shirt. “Secondly, the toilet is broken.” I lied, and Elisa stopped where she was going.
“What? How?” Elisa looked rather surprised by this lie, I calmed her down.
“Michael broke it in the middle of the night, overflowed. There is a plumber coming around four, but the toilet is off limits till then.”
“Well shit! I need to pee.”
“I know, me too. I woke up with a full bladder, and it sucks.”
“Well, how are we going to solve this one.”
“Well, we could always have a holding contest.” This was step three, set up a holding contest between full Elisa and empty me. I crossed my leg and rolled my ankle to look desperate.
“A holding contest?”
“Yeah, we each drink a bottle of water every hour or so and whoever pees themselves first wins. The rules are no peeing outside, no spurting, no nothing. Winner goes outside and gets to pee in the bushes.” Elisa nodded and I nodded to. This was a holding contest that was destined for me to be the victor. Elisa did look uneasy, like anybody before their morning piss, a fullness, not desperation, but fullness.
“Okay.” Elisa speaks and I hear the front door close, meaning that my family had left the cabin. It was time for fun. Elisa and I walked to the kitchen and drank our first bottle of water. I could tell that she was unnerved. Elisa’s legs were crossed, visibly shaking, she still maintained a smile and a laugh as we discussed random things. This was also the first time I realized the one problem with the plan, what if she holds more than I can and I end up desperate. It was a funny thought, though I was almost sure that my bladder was larger and held more than Elisa.
“Let’s go outside.” I told Elisa, she nodded in agreement. We both walked to the nearby woods, a small woody area that was right on the coast of Lake Erie. It was beautiful and chilly, the morning sun still in sky. There was also wind, but I gave no thought to my dress, Elisa had already seen anything.
Still though, a gust of wind must have picked up my dress as we walked to the woods, and Elisa noticed. “Going Commando, I see.” I blushed and turned around, nodding in acceptance.
“Why not, it’s just us, and it feels so good.” I lifted my skirt to show Elisa everything all the meanwhile holding a smirk on my face. “Come on, you would like it.”
Soon, Elisa agreed and she rolled down her white panties down to her ankles and lifted her feet and they were on the ground. “We’ll save it for the lucky bastard that finds it.” The wind lifted her skirt, revealing her cleanly shaven pussy. “It does feel good, but it does make me have to pee more.” Elisa shuffled her feet.
We spent an hour in the woods, or feet sore from the wood chips, our bare bodies, only covered by the thin clothes set upon us chilled from the wind. The temperature did begin to rise soon, so we left and we entered the house. We drank the second bottle of water. By the second one I felt a strong twinge in my bladder, even after being emptied only an hour or so before, the two bottles were a lot. This was also true for Elisa, by the time she finished gulping down the second bottle, she was in some sort of agony, she could still maintain conversation but she could barely sit still. This was expected, from the other time I truly saw her desperate.
I remember her house, and watching her get so desperate. At first I had no desire, but as I realized that she was getting pleasure out of my agony, I returned the favor. I was drawing, lying on my stomach, composed. Though my right hand was drawing, my left hand was holding my crotch. I reached the conclusion not from the agony (though it was painful), but from my drawing getting constantly worse. My hands were shaking and my hands were sweating.
“I need to pee Elisa, where is the bathroom.” I jumped up, her eyes were tall and she was quiet as if she was trying to find an answer to the question. Her face looked disappointed at something, though I wasn’t sure what it was.
“Door to your right.” She said, begrudgingly though. I tried to make sense but I was desperate so who cares. I walked into the room, closed the door and in the first moment being alone, I fell to my knees in desperation, holding myself between my legs. I was fucked, and being next to the toilet made it worse.
Then I figured out why she looked so sad, I made a conclusion before that Elisa and my constant need for the toilets for school were somewhat related. Most of that conclusion came from the day before, when I almost peed myself because of Elisa. Also, everyday Elisa would run to the sign-out before I could reach it so I wouldn’t be able to pee before Ms. Fisher started class. I thought it was creepy at first before I got to know Elisa.
I reached this conclusion at an odd spot, I was on the toilet, panties on the ground, dress lifted up and urine begging to come out, squeezing itself out of my body. It was there that I decided that if she was going to make me desperate, she wasn’t getting off easy. I had noticed that she was desperate, she had been leaning on the wall almost dancing around for an hour now. Two could play that game, and I could remember her direct fear of spiders, and I screamed.
That day was the first time I had seen Elisa desperate, I could say my first day, but I wasn’t really focused on her. It had been awhile now, and I was ready for another one.
“Alright this is number three.” We chugged down another bottle of water. This one was more discouraging than the other ones, I drank mine down quickly, Elisa did, slowly and precisely. She was desperate, and it was incredibly hot. “Damn Tracy, you do not look like you have to pee.” I looked at her, and was generally confused, because I was desperate, not seriously desperate, but the small twinge had turned into a large pain in my bladder. I guess I was better than I thought at hiding it. She was in fairly rough shape, she could not stop moving, she would walk around, back and forth, trying to put her mind off of something.
“I need to sit down Tracy, I am dying for a piss.” She began to walk, gingerly and concise, every move calculated in a slow walk. The couch was small, too small for both of us, but good sized for Elisa. She sat down and immediately crossed her legs, swinging them up and down and pushing them into her body. Elisa bit her lips frequently, giving out high pitched moans as she slowly maintained her gusher.
I copied suit, I would dance around, not knowing how real it looked. Sometimes I would go for my crotch, maybe rub under my skirt at times, and blurt out lines like “I am bursting” or “This sucks.” I thought it was a clever ruse, and it worked for now, and maybe because I was beginning to feel it. Though what I was feeling was nothing compared to what Elisa was doing, her hands perched, dancing around, her skirt slowly lifting so I can see her cute ass. I enjoy these moments of agony from her as much as she enjoys them of me.
I remember my worst case of desperation, at my old school it never seemed to happen, but it became a them at the new school. Thursday, the day before my first date with Elisa, I had to visit a counselor.
I remember it as if it was yesterday, I was in a long white dress, my hands rubbing and squeezing, and fully contemplating just the consequences of peeing myself on campus. I was bent over, in constant pain, my bladder bursting. The male counselor seemed not to notice or didn’t care, either way, anybody else would have seen me and carried me to the nearest toilet.
“So you want no changes to your schedule Tracy?” I looked at the man with regard and blurted.
“Yes! Yes.” I looked at the bathrooms, part of me wanted to run as far away as possible, have questions later, but enjoy this piss. I was on the verge of dying, I clapped my heeled shoes as we slowly walked across the main hall. I was going to piss myself in a white dress, hopefully people were accepting of a large yellow stain.
That was when I caught sight of Elisa, she looked curiously at me. I knew from the very first time we met that she wanted me for one reason. We locked eyes for a brief second that probably looked like a help signal as I wobbled over to the counselors office for a few final signings.
“Are you okay, Tracy?” The man asked, and I nodded my head. It was great we were at a desk, because one of my hands was under the dress, holding for dear life. The other one held a pen finalizing my class schedule.
“Just gotta pee, that’s all.” The counselor chuckled, I don’t know why. I always figured that he thought that I was a little peckish on the bladder scale, and not the mammoth hold I had been holding on to all day long.
Squirt. The pen went off the line, my face tensed up. My panties caught it, but I didn’t have much time. I looked down at the paper and gave the fastest signature I had ever done.
“Thank you Tracy. Goodbye.” I jumped up from out of the chair and ran to the bathrooms. I was running with one hand still in my skirt, without any care if Elisa or anybody saw me in this state of absolute desperation
“Hey Tracy, whats up?” Elisa was talking, this couldn’t happen. I dance around as I stop to respond to the girl.
“I’m…. good.” I squander a few words as another few drops exit my body and into my panties. Oh my God! I am literally fifteen feet away from the toilet and I was going to pee myself. But I liked this girl, so I act polite “Just heading for the bathroom.”
“You have a second?” I don’t, but I stop. God, at least she wouldn’t be angry if I urinate in front of her.
“Uh… Yeah sure.”
“Do you want to be partners for the English assignment, the poster and such.”
“Sure. What time?”
“We’ll set it up during class, now use the bathroom before you pee yourself.” I sprint into it, I hated her for a second, but I was going to get relief after all. Suddenly, the stinking, dirty stall became a heaven. I lifted my skirt while in the sinks and ran with my wet panties showing into the toilet. And I peed, for what seemed like forever.
It always amazes, looking back, that our entire relationship is founded upon Elisa wanting to see me piss myself. She could have talked to me during class, but instead talks to me when we both knew that I was reaching the limits of my bladder's capacity and she decides to make a decision to invite me to her house that fateful night. In a way it is weird, but also romantic.
Elisa was losing it, very quickly. I always figured that she had a weaker bladder, but now I might be corrected. Elisa was on the bed, looking forward I could see her soft vagina through her commando skirt, and she was in tears. She shook around the bed looking for a comfortable spot, but it couldn’t be found.
“I can’t do this, I give up.” Elisa spoke as she stood up to pee outside.
“No!, don’t you remember, no squatting. We must wet ourselves.” Elisa moaned as she continued standing, hunched over, in agony.
I understood her, my bladder was full. I always figured this would be a walk in the park to get Elisa desperate, but my partaking had put me in the picture as well. I was dancing around, floating my sun-dress in the air, there was no pretending in these signs.
The clock struck 12:00 and once again we were ready to drink, though I didn’t know if either of us could put it down. Around ten minutes before was the first time where Elisa commented on my desperation, it was very quickly getting worse. I was bouncing around, my body alive but cramped under the intense pressure inside of me. I felt like I could hold it, but I couldn't pretend anymore that I wouldn’t. What was more amazing is that Elisa actually thought about me and not her massive lump of liquid. I could visibly see the bladder over her tight white shirt and it amazed me, I had never seen her so desperate and I was incredibly turned on by her.
“Please! Don’t make me drink!” Elisa yelled, but I had other plans. This wasn’t solely because of how hot Elisa was, her loose black skirt jumping with the motions her agony set for herself. Every moment she would dance around and go into the same position, a slightly crouched hold with her knees bent in and her hands pushing into her body and she would be dead still as she muttered her pain. There was another problem, my parents would be home in thirty minutes and we can’t have a mess of pee in the cabin.
“We have to, I don’t want to drink either.” I begin to prepare the two glasses of water, my eyes trying to avoid the liquid as I attempt to pour with only one hand. I spill a bit but most gets in. I call Elisa over, and she waddles in. Her knees constantly bent, body reeling from the pain inside of her. I don’t know why she has held the way she had today, but its amazing. I figure that it is either because she is worried to pee in my families cabin or her plain competitiveness. I’m not sure, but I am also worried that I might lose this thing.
Elisa slowly grabs her water and gulps it down and immediately shrieking. I look at her and see a small puddle of piss on the ground under her. “I’m leaking!” She yells, and I can tell.
“I can see, looks like you are about to lose.” Elisa bends over fully, she is bursting from head to toe, and she is only maybe five minutes away from losing it all.
“Please let me go outside. I don’t want to make a mess.” That is a good point, I don’t want a mess either so I permit her. I had seen enough, I was already wet and was willing to gift a little mercy.
“You can go.” Elisa looked at me and began to run for her life (as fast as a person with a ocean for a bladder could go) to the outside. It was a bit warmer now, and a bit humid. Elisa immediately saw the nearest bush and jumped over to it. But as I saw her begin to pee, I saw something.
“Elisa! The neighbors.” Elisa stood up and looked around, seeing a older couple enter the driveway, they made eye contact with me. They could see nothing with the bush in the way, and seemed not to notice Elisa peeing. But as Elisa turned around, it started.
A few drips exited and Elisa was frozen, peeing standing up, her skirt getting fair parts of the residue. She gleamed with pleasure on her face as the drips became a jet stream. Elisa, after the first wave had come and gone squatted back down, the pee beginning to near me, which did not help my desperate situation. In fact, none of this did, I began to dance around to this look.
It took about a minute or so but Elisa finally finished, with pleasure on her face and an empty bladder next to her stomach, she stood up, and looked at me. “Well congrats! Going to pee now?”
“Yeah.” I spoke while doing the dance, “But in the toilet.”
“What?”
“I lied, the toilet is working, it was always working, in fact I went in the morning before you woke up.”
“You piece of shit!” I looked at her and began chuckling. She began to look furious, and suddenly she began to run. With my full bladder I couldn’t keep up as she entered the bathroom and locked the doors. I hobbled over, but the door was already jammed.
“Elisa. Please open up, I have to pee.”
“Do it outside, your rules.” Tracy responded, she knew my fear of humiliating myself with strangers, scaring me to pee outside with the neighbors home.
“I can’t, the neighbors are home.”
“Well, too bad.” It was 12:10, twenty minutes before my family would be home. They couldn’t see an accident on the floor, or their girl peeing outside. I was in a tough spot, I paced back and forth. My hand caressing my cramped bladder. It was full and I was certainly desperate.
“I’m serious, let me pee.” Elisa laughed. I heard the continuation of her piss on the toilet, this time through the bathroom door, I struggled to not think about it. Relief, pleasure, toilets, water. Everything was making me burst right now, I danced around, my sun-dress flying up, my body reaching its fullest.
“So, you always said that I had the weaker bladder.” Elisa yelled out of the door. “I hold onto 10 hours, and lose it, compared to your five hours. I think we know who the stronger one is.”
“I DON’T CARE OPEN THE DOOR.” I screamed at her, kicking at the door. I had to pee so bad, my palms began to sweat, my body fidgeting, my bladder pounding. I couldn’t hold on for much longer as the water from just before was entering my system.
And then suddenly, the front door opened.
“Hello!” They were fifteen minutes early. I fixed my posture as I looked at my early mother and father. I was so fucked. “We had to leave early because Michael needed to pee and refused to pee outside.” My little brother ran to the bathroom door doing a potty dance, looking at me. I could do the same thing, as I tried to keep still. My legs were still fidgeting.
“OK, I’m just going to go before Michael, alright.” I spoke to my parents and they looked at me.
“Come on Tracy.” My father spoke, “Let him go to the bathroom before you, you had all day to go.”
“I need to pee!” Michael yelled and Elisa must have heard because she opened the door. There it was, the porcelain throne, I would kill my brother at the moment to get in front of him, and I meant it. I bent over again as Elisa walked out.
“You’ll go later Tracy, come one.” Elisa grabbed my hand and walked me into out to the bedroom. I could barely stand, hobbling over as I was being pulled back into the bedroom, away from the bathroom, and relief. I feel as if I am about to completely explode, my bladder had turned from urgent strain to full out pain, all of the water I had drank rumbling inside of me.
“What are you doing Elisa.” I danced around as the door closed by behind me.
“I’m helping you, now be quiet.” Elisa took her hand and rubbed my full bladder, my body squirming as a response.
“Helping?”
“Or punishing, you choose.” I moan as she takes me to the bed. I had begun to regret trying to trick Elisa into making her burst.
“What are you doing, Elisa?”
“I held on for nearly four hours after sleeping for five. For the sake of fairness, you should stay in bed for five hours.
“What?”
“This is punishment for lying to me, to embarass me. Don’t leave the bed.”
“Or what? What would you do?!”
“I don’t think your parents would be happy to know about how you lied to me.” I had started to become overwrought with emotions. I never knew Elisa had this in him, being creul, and punishing to me. I felt the incredible pain, and my sundress rubbing the bed, knowing that I couldn’t get out of this bed and was going to piss myself, embarrassing me. Before I even know, I begin sobbing onto the bed. I hear Elisa’s anger to immediately quiet.
“Are you crying?” She asked in a sweet confused tone. I nod between tears. “You know I’m joking, right?” I nod again. I had completely lost control of my feelings, all I could feel is my absurdly full bladder. As I stare down at the bed, I feel Elisa come from behind, lying next to me, brushing my hair.
“I’m sorry, kitty.” i continue to cry, though I accept her apology. It is out moment of zen, her calming me down from this absurd breakout, and me slowly regaining control. We are there for fifteen minutes, just silent, slow and in complete bliss. Elisa begins to spoon me, giving me warmth. But then one squeeze…
“Ahh!” I shriek, in her embrace she had pushed right onto my bladder. I immediately realize that my wall had been cracked, and urine started pushing out. I jumped out of bed pushing off of Elisa, who looked up at me. I can feel my sundress begin getting wet, it was only slightly leaking, but one move and it was completely coming out. I crossed my legs and bent over, in complete pain.
There was only one thing I could do. I took all of my strength and pushed it into my crotch, and ran for the outside area, the door still open from earlier. When I moved my legs I could feel urine begin to splash out at absurd degrees, I am in a sprint, my sundress ruined by this point, urine all over the ground. I push through the door and the moment I see soil, I let go.
It was a complete gusher, a tsunami. It was pure white and clear from how much I drank. I pulled up my sundress, which was completely wet, revealing my nude bottom and urine rushing out. I checked the nearby houses for wandering eyes, and found none. And finally, I was able to relax, squat down and fully experience relief.
Behind me I can sense Elisa, and I look behind to see her, looking lovingly, holding a towel.
“I still won.” She joked, I nodded back and we both laughed. As I finished urinating, I could feel the warm towel over by cold skin from the chilly day. Then she embraced me, hugging me as I lifted from the squat.
“I can’t wait till we’re alone.” Elisa said. “To truly punish you.” We laughed again, and we lovingly kissed, long, warm and beautiful.
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
Edited August 17, 2015 by bes31
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A/N: A while back, Little Widow and I discussed her possibly commissioning me. That ended up falling through, but this was the idea she gave me back then. She recently wrote a fantastic request for me, so I'm writing her commission idea as a thank you for such a lovely story.
It was a special occasion for Troy and Gabriella, and the two had a lovely night planned out. It had been a year since they had officially started dating, and they both wanted the evening to go perfectly. They would have a nice dinner and then go see a movie that they had both been looking forward to.
It seemed like it would go off without a hitch, which meant, of course, that some sort of mishap would have to occur. But the two did not know that, nor did they know what was in store for them.
~X~
When the time for their date arrived, Troy was right on time to pick up his girlfriend and the two made it to the nice restaurant where they had their reservations. The beginning of their dinner went smoothly, with nothing to indicate that anything might go wrong for them at all that night.
But as dinner drew closer to its end, they both became a bit nervous. Service was getting to be incredibly slow, and if they were going to make it to their movie on time, they would need to pay and leave soon. They waited until, finally, their server took their money and they tipped, leaving in a hurry
As they were making their way out, Troy thought about stopping to use the bathroom, but he did not want to make them any more late then they were already going to be. He could always go during the movie previews, and with that thought in mind, he decided to ignore his need for a bit longer.
Luck was not on his side, and traffic was so heavy that by the time they reached the theatre, the previews were almost over. They had to rush to get their tickets and get to their seats before the movie started. He had hoped that he would be able to go before this, but now he would have to wait until the end of the movie. He didn't want to miss any of it, and he thought that he could hold it without much issue.
Little did he know, Gabriella was essentially in the same boat as him. They had both had a fair amount to drink at dinner, and she had known she had to pee for quite sometime. But she was shy about those sorts of things and had not been willing to excuse herself during the meal. She had hoped that she could wait until he went on his own, and then she wouldn't have to explain herself, but that hadn't happened.
Now, she was uncomfortably full in her seat, and wasn't sure if she could make it until the end of the movie, though she knew she needed to. She wasn't all that eager to experience the alternative to holding it, especially not on a date with Troy, and even more especially not on this date with Troy.
So the two sat in discomfort, trying to pay attention to the movie while both of their bladders swelled and ached and demanded relief. Troy didn't want to miss any of it, after they had been looking forward to it for so long, and he didn't want Gabriella to think the movie or the date was boring him. Meanwhile, she was too shy to excuse herself and also didn't really want to miss anything.
The movie was just as good as they had expected, but with their shared predicament, it was rather hard to pay full attention to it. He could barely keep his squirming to a minimum and hoped that she didn't notice, but she was so focused on not squirming herself, that she had no idea what was going on next to her. Likewise, he was too intent on keeping his own bladder in check and had not noticed how tense and uncomfortable his girlfriend was.
Waiting this long, while trying to keep it a secret and pay attention to the movie, was a very difficult challenge. But they both did their best to endure up until the very end, and both were incredibly grateful when the credits began to roll. Neither had really seen much of it, but neither really cared as long as they made it to the bathroom before it was too late.
Standing up only made the pressure that much worse, and both found it to be a struggle to walk normally. Gabriella knew that she could not afford to be shy once they had reached the bathroom, and would go no matter what. She would not be able to hold it much longer otherwise.
As they neared the bathroom, Troy finally said, “Need to make a quick stop before we leave, I've kinda gotta...” He gestured in the general direction of the bathroom, blushing a bit as he did.
Gabriella gave a quick nod, internally relieved that he had to go too. It made things a little easier for her to admit, at least. She was so close to losing control and humiliating herself in front of him, and anything to make this easier on her was greatly appreciated on her part.
But when they got a little bit closer to the bathrooms, both of their hearts nearly stopped in a panic. Both of them had signs which read, “Currently out of order.” Relief, which had been so close, was taken away from them, and neither was going to make it for much longer.
“Troy, I...” Gabriella's eyes watered as she felt a pang go through her bladder. “I really have to...I mean, I don't think I can...”
“M-me neither,” he admitted, taking her hand. “Come on, let's hurry. Maybe if we get somewhere else quick enough...”
But there was no chance. No matter how quickly they walked, she would not be able to make it to the car, much less another location. She knew it, but she didn't want it to be true, not today, not with him, not right in front of him on their anniversary date. It was too much for her to bear, yet there was no choice and she would have to bear it.
The parking lot was mostly empty of people when she started to lose control, but that did not matter as much as the fact that the one person she didn't want to see was right in front of her. She let out a whimper as her bladder gave in, spilling its contents into her panties and jeans.
A dark patch spread, running down her legs as she wet herself fully and completely, and nothing she did could stop it. Her whimper turned into a wail as a puddle began to form on the ground beneath her and Troy stopped walking to see what was happening to his girlfriend.
“I'm so sorry,” she said, tears running down her face. “I really tried to make it, but-but, I had to go before the movie even started and-”
“Hey, hey, it's alright,” he said gently, approaching her for a small hug. “I've had to go for a while too and...” He trailed off as he relaxed, letting go. After all, he knew he was not going to make it either, and anything was worth making her feel better about all of this.
He stepped back from their embrace as he flooded his jeans, the relief absolutely fantastic. His bladder had been so uncomfortably full and it felt great to finally let it all out. He gave a small, content sigh as Gabriella looked at him, at first confused but then grateful.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
“No need to thank me,” he replied. “We both just couldn't wait anymore. Nothing wrong with that, it's not like we knew the bathrooms would be out of order. And at least we got through it together.”
With that, they took each other's hand and finished their walk to the car. Of course things had turned out alright for them, because they could get through anything together.
A/N: Cheesy and romantic! But, I mean, that's how these movies kinda are, so I figured it fit the theme pretty well. Thanks again for the nice story you did for me, and I hope you enjoy this one! |
A/N: A story about my OCs in a super hero type story. It's not something you really need to understand the plot of to enjoy, but here are bios on the characters in question. This story will focus on Cutlass, and for you fans of female wetting, there will be a sequel that focuses on the Penalty. Both characters are present in each story, but only one wets per story.
“Still not sure whacher tryin' to accomplish, followin' me around,” said Francesca Pierce, known more commonly these days as the Penalty.
“I don't really know how much more clear I can make it,” replied Cutlass, another vigilante whose identity was a mystery to the Penalty and the rest of her teammates. The man wore a mask that covered all but the bottom of his nose and his mouth, but other than that, he wore casual clothes and gave the Cavalry no clues to the truth of who he really was. He just had a habit of tagging along whenever their work and his work lined up.
“No, no, no, I get that yer tryna help out cos you wanna solve this case too,” she said, reaching in the pocket of her leather jacket for a cigarette. “I really do. But if ya really wanted to get work done, ya shoulda stuck with Myrmidon. The lead he's followin' is way likelier'n mine.” She lit her cigarette and took a drag off of it before finishing with, “If ya ask me, I think he doesn't like it when I bust the bad guys on account a the fact that I don't like waitin' for the team ta show up. He doesn't really trust me anymore, I suppose.”
Cutlass shrugged, waving some smoke that blew towards him away. “He and I don't get along. You know that.”
“Yeah, but you an' Ataraxia are big buddies! And his lead's not bad neither, so why not him?” When Cutlass merely shrugged, she said, “Okay, there's gotta be somethin' yer not tellin' me.”
“I think Myrmidon might be confused on a few things, is all,” he said.
The Penalty couldn't stop a broad grin from forming as she took in what he said. So, he suspected that her lead might be the best one, huh? Well, she knew better than to doubt Cutlass after all these years, and she couldn't wait to see the look on Myrmidon's face when the two of them cracked the case and brought down whoever was behind it before he could even show up.
“So, what we gotta do is just wait things out here,” she said, gesturing to an alley behind an abandoned-looking building. “I'm not the biggest fan of sittin' around, but it don't look like no one's home just yet.”
“Well, when they do show up, we'll be ready,” the swordsman replied, preparing himself for their stakeout. He had done many in his time and was used to how boring they could get alone. He would never admit this to anyone, but having the Penalty around would definitely make it a bit more enjoyable for him.
Except there was the tiny matter of his bladder. He was not so stupid that he didn't go to the bathroom before leaving his home, but it had been a long night, and the Penalty had stopped at a convenience store as soon as she had figured out he was following her, insisting that they both have a soda (most likely because she knew how much unprofessionalism bugged him). That soda had finally started to hit him, and though he didn't want to acknowledge it, he knew that it was already causing him some small discomfort.
Not that that mattered, he reasoned. He was on the job, and that was that. He couldn't just run off for a bathroom break, especially not with the Penalty right there. Her main hobby seemed to be goading and taunting her associates, and he wasn't interested in hearing whatever she would have to say about it.
“How long d'ya think it'll be 'fore they show up?” she asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“How the hell am I supposed to know that? Even Ataraxia can't tell the future,” he grumbled, hoping the conversation would distract him a bit. Thinking about the need only seemed to make it worse.
“But you're the one who thinks this is tha right place. Kinda figured ya'd know what was what.” She looked annoyed, but that might have been because her cigarette was mostly gone and she had to put it out. She reached for another as soon as she had done this.
“Do you ever think about how that impacts your lungs?” he asked, insulting her as revenge for her implying he didn't know what he was doing.
“D'ya ever think about how my boot could impact yer lungs, if ya don't shut the hell up?” she replied, flashing him a menacing smile as she blew smoke in his face.
“Do you ever think about the fact that you're a huge bitch?” he shot back, hoping she didn't notice his slight fidget as his bladder spasmed a bit.
“Every single day, baby,” she said, her menacing smile relaxing into a lazy grin as she took another drag on her cigarette. The two fell into another silence as she smoked and he tried to pretend that his need to piss wasn't steadily growing.
But it was, and as time went by with no sign of anyone, it got to the point that it was starting to hurt him. He had been pretty desperate for a piss in his time, but he had always known when his next chance would be, and it had never been a long wait. He had never been this uncertain. They could be here all night if he was wrong about this place, and he knew that he was not going to last all night.
It took all he had not to swear under his breath a few times and shuffle around rather noticeably. If the Penalty wasn't there, it wouldn't be a problem, but she was, and even if she acted like a dumbass most of the time, she was incredibly observant. Hell, if she wasn't there, he would have just pissed against the wall by now.
His bladder ached, and then that ache grew into a dull throb, and he bit down on his cheek, hard. He fidgeted again, his swollen bladder sloshing as he did. Too much movement would definitely earn a response from the Penalty, but he could not remain completely still. Whenever he tried to, he felt close to losing control.
He shoved his hands in his pockets, clenching his fists to stop the slight shaking that had started. He shifted his weight a few times, longing for this night to be over with. Even if the guys they were after showed up, he doubted he could give them a good fight. At any other point in his life, he would have scolded himself heavily for letting anything get in the way of doing his job and doing it well, but at that moment, his desperation outweighed his personal code.
And, god, did he ever need to piss. He could no longer stop himself from rocking back and forth to ease the burden, though this small action didn't really help much this late in the game. Her eyes were immediately on him, curious about his sudden movements, but he ignored her, trying to play it off as him being bored.
“Wha's goin' on?” she asked. No luck.
“Nothing,” he lied easily.
“If it's nothin', then why're ya so hyper alluva sudden? Yer usually still as a statue on these stakeouts.” She was even more observant than he gave her credit for. All the worst for him and his predicament.
He tried to stop his movements, but found that when he tried, he could barely stop himself from leaking. He grimaced, and he was sure she noticed by the way she was now staring intently at him and smirking every now and then.
“Ya gotta take a piss, huh?” she asked, her green eyes practically glowing with delight and her smile so big, he wondered if her cheeks got sore. He also wondered how she managed to keep the cigarette (she was on her fourth) from falling out.
But more than that, he wondered how she had picked up on it that easily, and how he would convince her otherwise. “The fuck are you going on about?” he asked flippantly, but her expression didn't falter.“Yup, definitely gotta piss,” she confirmed. “But the question is begged, what exactly's stoppin' ya? Ain't no one around ta notice 'cept me.”
“They could show up at any time,” he said, the very response an admittance. He was not denying her accusations anymore. “I'm not going to risk this bust over such an insignificant problem. I can wait until later.”
“Suit yerself,” she said, chuckling. She could relate, after all; she didn't like letting anything get in the way of her jobs either, and she certainly wouldn't want to have to live with the knowledge that she had fucked up because she needed to pee.
Their silence returned, but this time, it was broken by an occasional groan from Cutlass. He didn't want to bring any more attention to the situation, but he was losing control of those reactions the more he fought for control of his bladder. He was so full at this point that he felt as though he could burst, and there was no sign of the situation getting any better for him.
In the back of his mind, he knew that he was going to be useless if he didn't go off and piss right away. It wouldn't matter if that made him miss anything, the Penalty was capable of handling things for the few minutes he might miss, and it would be better to miss something than to be worthless in the fight, but even with all of this in mind, he just couldn't. He could not allow himself to leave his position.
A pang shot through his lower abdomen that doubled him over, a dribble of urine escaping without his permission. The instant he recovered from that, he was overcome by humiliation. He could hear the Penalty snickering, and he couldn't even tear into her with some sort of snide remark because if he took his focus off holding it for even one second, he knew he would piss his pants.
“Shut up,” was all he managed, and it was in a barely audible mumble. He felt the urge to grab his crotch like a kid, to shameless squirm around, but if he did that, it would just makes things worse, and if he didn't, he was going to lose it, and that would also make things worse. It seemed like there just was no possible way to make his situation any better.
And then his hand was at his crotch without him ever changing his mind on doing such a thing, and he was grabbing himself and squirming, and her laughter was getting a little bit louder, and he was leaking more and more frequently and-
“Fuck!” he hissed, as he realized that one of the leaks was not stopping, and was growing instead. It gushed out of him, spilling around his hand and creating a dark patch on his jeans. He pulled his hands back just in time to see how it spread across his crotch and down one leg, groaning in a mixture of both relief and humiliation as he wet himself completely.
The alley was silent, save for his companion's obnoxious giggles that she probably thought she was doing a good job of hiding and the sound of his piss hitting the concrete beneath him, forming a puddle as it did so. It seemed to last an eternity, as if he would never be completely empty.
Eventually, though, it stopped, and he was left with an empty bladder, soaking wet jeans, and cheeks that were quite red beneath his mask. He let out another groan, in a state of complete disbelief that he had actually been so pathetic as to wet himself on the job like that.
And then the Penalty burst into loud, raucous laughter. “Oh my fuckin' God, you did not jus'- y-you did not jus'-! Son of a bitch, ya really pissed yerself, didn't ya? Oh, holy fuck, that's so fuckin' hilarious, I cannot believe-”
Before she could finish her statement, he had her up against a wall, one of his swords in hand. “Not another word about this, to me or anyone else,” he said, his voice dropping to a low and threatening tone. He brought the blade in front of her nose and said, “Got it, or do you need a little more convincing?”
Her smile this time was sordid, her eyelids lowering as she sneered at him. “Ooh, baby, don't tempt me now. Y'always did know how ta get me goin'.”
“Don't fucking play with me,” he snapped, pressing the blade against her throat, not quite hard enough to draw blood. “I'm not in the mood for your little jokes right now, bitch.”
“Alright, alright,” she said, sighing. “Ya got me, I won't tell a soul. Swear on my life, okay?”
Without another word, he let her go. She expected him to trudge off to wherever the hell he lived for a shower and a change of clothes, but he instead removed his jacket and tied it backwards around his waist. The effect was ridiculous, and did not cover the dark trail going down his leg, but Cutlass seemed satisfied, and settled in for the rest of the stakeout.
A/N: These two are easy to victimize, because of how determined they are to not let anything get in the way of work. I'm going to be posting her story in a separate thread, so that I can have the male tag on here and the female tag on there, since they aren't really chapters as much as a two-parter that can easily be separated. I'll provide a link when I'm done with the other one, if anyone is interested. |
Here is a story I wrote titled "The Interpreter".
The story is about an interpreter at a conference that has consumed one too many coffees and desperately needs relief - too bad she is running late!
I have a few other stories that I have written based on the same character (different travails, of course).
Let me know what you think!
-Max Moliere
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The Interpreter
Stephanie was under a lot of financial stress, trying to find work as an interpreter in busy Paris, a place already chock full of people fluent in many languages. Speaking German (and none too perfectly) turned out to be quite common in France and it had been weeks since her last callback. She was supplementing her meager income working in a pastry shop, but was still about to lose her apartment for lack of rent money. Then, out of the blue, an international non-profit hired her to be the interpreter for a conference presentation. They explained that their regular interpreter had left suddenly, and that a permanent position in Paris, for monthly conferences might be available; if she did well during this conference, she would be hired back and they would see how things went from there.
On the day of the conference, she wore grey cotton full-back knickers, with white stockings under a heavy knee-length grey skirt, white blouse and frumpy blazer. A pair of open-toed high heels finished off the ensemble.
“Very professional and yet invisible! Not flashy, but professional enough for the organizers to notice! And even some may think a bit on the sexy side!” she thought to her mirror, pleased.
She grabbed a bagel and a pair of espressos at the café in the train station and started the long train ride from her suburban garret to the convention hall downtown. Once on the train, she immediately visited the beverage car, ordering her usual extra large coffee with cream and sugar; she was feeling hoarse and bought a liter of Perrier to bring with her to the conference. She finished off both beverages during her two hour trip (mostly spent reviewing her German dictionary for communication-related words and trying to stay awake) relishing the Perrier and remarking to herself that “the French are so refined even their water is better than everyone else!”
The normally two hour train ride took forty minutes longer – the train ahead was experiencing mechanical problems – and Stephanie already felt that a visit the ladies room was probably in order. She hurried to the beverage car, but saw a long line around the tiny train WC, and as the train had started moving, she thought, “it really isn’t bad, I’ll go before the conference – they will have nicer restrooms there anyway.”
When she got off the train, she found herself in a station with which she had no familiarity, unsure in which direction the convention hall lay. She walked a quarter of a mile in the wrong direction before finding her bearings and turning around. She rued the high heels as she walked briskly back the way she came along the uneven cobblestone street, trying desperately to make it to the conference on time, as she knew that it would ruin her chances of getting a follow-up job (let alone a permanent position) if the speaker was delayed on her account and everyone forced to wait (or be unable to understand the speaker for lack of a translator, which would be even worse).
With a minute to spare she raced up the stairs in front of the convention hall. Thoughts of a restroom were far away from her thoughts as she confronted Mlle. Pinochet, the conference manager, at the top of the stairs pointing at her watch and giving her a look that told her she was already in trouble.
“When I say the conference begins at 4 pm, and be there an hour early, I expect you to be there at 3. It is now less than five-minutes-to-four, there is no time to explain anything in detail. Follow me!” said Mlle. Pinochet, curtly.
Stephanie followed Mlle. Pinochet up the stairs to the hall. The interpreter’s booth was near the back of the conference hall, open to the audience if they turned around. A high chair with a hard leather top and back were in the booth, along with a cheap oriental carpet; a single light overhead kept her visible, probably to make the conference look more impressively international – there was no reason she could not do this job from a booth behind stage, but conference organizers thought it looked impressive for some reason.
She sat on the stool and put on the head piece and microphone, which was directly wired to the headphones used by the audience members via jacks at each of their tables, so they could hear her translate the speaker in real-time.
“You will translate the MC for the first 20 minutes or so and then the first speaker. After the first speaker, there will be an intermission – find me in the conference hall office after. First floor right.” Mlle. Pinochet relayed, without emotion.
As Stephanie sat down she remembered suddenly her entirely full bladder and her now strong desire to visit the ladies room.
“Madamoiselle Pinochet, would it be possible for me to visit the ladies room real quick before the conference begins so that I may freshen up. I will only be a few minutes”, said Stephanie, professionally and without a hint that she really needed to go quite urgently. She prided herself on her composure and maintained a professional demeanor at all times. “she would certainly never in a million years guess how desperate I actually am to go, my face betrays nothing that I do not want it to!” she thought to herself haughtily, impressed by her own self-control and natural poise.
“There is now no time, the MC is walking to the podium now” Mlle. Pinochet whispered sharply, as the audience grew quiet and the lights dimmed over the hall.
“But madam!” whispered Stephanie, sharp and crisp, and now suddenly aware of a crackling in her headpiece, as the microphone went live just after her final plea.
“Next time get here earlier!” said Mlle. Pinochet in a crisp goodbye, turning to head off to her office to watch the conference on the video feed and manage the speakers, annoyed that the translator had taken up her valuable and limited time.
Stephanie turned and faced the conference, beginning her translation with the speaker's introduction, during which he thanked the conference staff and even specifically named Stephanie as the translator (obviously reading from a card and butchering the pronunciation of her difficult middle eastern last name), at which time the audience swung around and acknowledged her in her lighted booth, before again turning en masse to look at the podium.
Translating is generally hard work, especially for Stephanie with her less-than-perfect German. But the MC was clear and easy to understand.
“I got this. This conference will be a breeze and they are paying me $2500 for a single day with more work to come!” she thought excitedly. Followed immediately by, “But I really do need to pee, I wish I had used the restroom…how long did she say the MC would speak? 20 minutes? And then the main speaker – how long will he be? It cannot be longer than 40 minutes! I will go to the ladies at intermission. I’ve been in tougher situations than this.”
Stephanie was bored by the first 15 minutes of the MCs remarks; other than the unexpected introduction, it was pablum about how great the organization organizing the conference was, fundraising goals achieved, etc. Very droll.
But then the speaker said something which piqued her interest.
“We will now lay out some of the technical aspects of our presentation equipment available here so that speakers in the audience can be ready for their group sessions, which will be held in the East Bay conference hall, rooms 17 through 30. After we dispense with the technical overview, Professor Zeissman, our keynote speaker will deliver the opening, finishing just before 530. We will then break for intermission and follow up with dinner and the remaining speakers until about 9 pm. Please enjoy the complimentary beverages and remember to have your parking ticket validated….”
The MC droned on, but Stephanie was now nervous.
Professor Zeissman would speak for a full hour after the MC? “I already need to go right now! A full hour! That will be a difficult feat!”
She grimaced visually as she translated the words, thankfully unseen to anyone but the MC, who was not paying attention to her at all.
She was now entirely all-too aware of her very full bladder. The wool of her skirt had stretched to accommodate the growing bulge in her abdomen. She continued translating, stifling the discomfort.
She crossed her legs defiantly, showing maximum composure, appearing to pay full attention to her translating responsibilities and doing so without betraying even a hint of discomfort - the consummate professional.
But still the MC droned on. Now nearly 20 minutes had gone by already and he was still going on about the technical limitations of the conference room computers.
Stephanie was forced to uncross her legs to give her still-growing bladder room to extend, she moved to the edge of her seat, one foot forward of the other, bobbing against her chair. She struggled to translate the difficult technical jargon correctly, aware of how obvious a mistranslation would be to her tech savvy listeners.
But still her mind was wandering back to her urgent need to use the restroom, and she missed a few words. At this point she knew she could hold it in, but translating needs concentration and she was aware that she was getting distracted by her… personal situation.
As the translation wandered into computer-speak, Stephanie focused fully on the translation, allowing her feet to splay apart momentarily as she struggled to keep focus. She twisted her ankles nervously. Then she started arching her feet, subconsciously and not at all aware of what she was doing.
“All conference computers utilize Windows NTFS floppy…file drive systems…as primary operating disk systems. Formats. but which are compatible with MacOS file systems when used with the provided Wet….”
She stumbled. So distracted had she become following the translation that her control slipped. Immediately she was aware of it, crossing her legs quickly and stemming the flow. But there was no doubt what had happened – Stephanie had suffered a very small leak. During a momentary lapse of concentration, a few milliliters had trickled out - much less than a shot glass worth, but still undeniable. She was immediately thankful for her cotton knickers, which soaked up the entire mess without much effort. Had one been able to survey the damage, they would merely see a small dark patch - the size of a quarter - on the front of her cotton panties, barely enough to betray her little accident.
“…WetJet Converter Pro software package.” She finished.
She continued her translation, keeping her composure and looking not at the podium, but at the audience, to see if anyone had noticed. She was convinced that nobody had noticed anything of her slip up. But then she noticed a short, spectacled man in a handsome suit, probably in his early thirties or so, watching her from a dark corner table to her far right. Why was he watching her? Had he noticed, or was he just looking for the source of the obvious technical mistranslations and the awkward pause?
She did not have time to ponder the man in the shadows much, as her mind continued to focus on her now partially burst bladder. She tightened her thighs together, thankful that the small accident had been stemmed in time.
She put one hand up on her bladder, the other resting on her knee, and powered through the remainder of the MC’s remarks and the introduction to Professor Zeissman. During the pause and long applause from the audience as the professor mounted the stage to the podium, Stephanie pondered her predicament.
Her thick cotton panties may have prevented any public hinting of her little accident, but the tiny wet patch between her legs had sapped her confidence. Her now moistened cotton gusset could only hold so much – what if she had been a few seconds later mustering control? What then?
“But I wasn’t. I was in control nearly the entire time. Only for a moment did my concentration slip and then I was right back in control again” thought Stephanie, biting her lower lip.`
Professor Zeissman took the stage and Stephanie began translating again. His speech was more difficult to understand, and she needed full attention to prevent falling behind. But there were long pauses for applause and to operate the slideshow presentation he was giving.
Stephanie was already struggling to maintain composure, but the pauses were something she had not planned for. Each time, she was given a break of 30 seconds or so, her mind rushed to her overfull bladder, reviewing the many beverages she consumed over the course of the morning.
Half of one espresso was now in her panties, the rest next in line straining her tight-clenched labia, her small hole pinched closed by the pressure of her thighs and the force of her will. The extra large coffee was now sitting in her abdomen, forcing her wool skirt to stretch to its limit.
She prided herself on her professional demeanor and total composure.
“Just an hour to go. I can manage…because I just have to.”
These thoughts coursed through her head. And suddenly, the realization. What of the bottle of Perrier?!
She had forgotten, but her body had not. At this moment her bladder was filling to its last, her kidneys aching for the space to send the rest. She realized that thighs alone would not stem what was coming – her hand moved to her bare thigh.
She continued the translation, aware that hard as she squeezed, the pressure on her little round opening and her taught, rapidly tiring sphincter muscle was still growing. She put the heel of her hand against the hole and troopered on. it would have to hold.
But it just wasn’t working. Maybe it was the carbonation in the Perrier, maybe the translation – whatever it was, her control was waning. Suddenly, she felt a contraction, her sphincter muscle began to spasm uncontrollably, she felt her labia dampen as a squirt came out – then another. And then two more.
Lest she lost control entirely she moved to the edge of her seat, pushing the hard edge of the corner up from behind to bar her spasming little hole. She managed to block the flow – but only just barely.
Four squirts was the remainder of the first espresso plus the entirety of the second. The gusset of her panties was overwhelmed and only the absorbing action of her panties saved her from public exposure. A wet spot the size of a queue ball soaked her crotch, the full backs covering her ample derriere were now soaked through.
Twice she had lost control, the second time not from lapse of concentration – indeed it occurred, mercifully, during applause – but from her weakened will.
She started translating again, knowing now that she was in big trouble.
She put her hand up her skirt, desperate to regain control as she continued to power through the difficult translation.
But she was no longer haughty. She knew now that the situation was desperate.
“Has anyone noticed?” she wondered, noticing that the bespectacled man from the shadows whom she had seen before appeared to be watching her intently. She looked up at the clock, aware that she did not look entirely professional doing so.
She was both wet and desperate now, and her translation was increasingly shoddy. At the next break for applause, her only thoughts were on her situation.
“I need a toilet. Now. Please, I just need a toilet! That is all I am asking!” her eyes begged the stranger in the audience, now openly watching her none-too-private struggle.
She looked down as she started back in on the translation, watching only the floor while she spoke the words as clear as possible.
Her hand was now all the way up her skirt, pressed against her soaking drawers.
This was it. She knew now that she had almost no chance. She should have run now and feigned illness, accepting the firing in exchange for sitting down on some cold white porcelain and releasing her gallons of pent up urine. But she did not.
Her struggle continued, still private, since she was still translating, but increasingly it was evident to all in the audience that the translator was not quite right – maybe she was a little tipsy? They really shouldn’t let staff drink before these type of presentations…
Stephanie was in agony. With two-and-a-half hours, her bladder was now full with 24 oz of coffee and 34 oz of water, a total of 54 oz; she was closing in on a half gallon with nowhere to go. At least not counting her already soaked gusset - which could take an ounce more… maybe two?
She leaned forward, struggling now on two fronts – she struggled with the translation at the same time her thighs were quivering for release, her finger most inappropriately shoved up against her pee hole to hold back the inevitable. The last pint was delivered to her overfilled bladder. She suddenly realized that she desperately needed those two ounces.
“It’s better that it happens by my own volition. I can control it that way, keep the damage to a minimum. I’ll just relieve the pressure a little until I reach the toilet. Two ounces will buy me at least 10 minutes. And nobody will notice such a small amount in this dim light” she bargained with herself.
Stephanie glanced at the clock near the podium. 4:40. Twenty minutes to go. Ten minutes could make all the difference.
So began a dangerous, desperate controlled released – only two ounces, maybe three. She began by just removing her hand from her crotch. She calmly called out the last line before a pause for a change of slides.
Stephanie prided herself on her ability to maintain control, and this controlled release was to be no different. Nobody would even know, and she would gain the relief she desperately needed.
“…and as you can see from chart A16, bridging……ahhh, the digital divide requires the transformation of conventional media modalities.”
She sighed after “bridging”, as she opened her dam and let out a little bit. Slowly her panties moistened, as if she had sat in a puddle. She continued translating, occasionally pausing and breathing noticeably heavily.
And then she cut it off, tightening the muscle and cutting off the flow, she pushed her thighs together and put both hands up her skirt. All hands on deck.
The man in glasses was staring at her boldly, a sly smile on his face. She could not see his eyes, but they were on her and she knew it. She was acutely aware of her predicament - that the tops of her stockings were visible, and that she had both hands up in her crotch, her pale white thighs, full and curvy, exposed for anyone to see.
Stephanie had dearly purchased her 10 minutes. The pint of Perrier was now entirely in her bladder and she could feel a cold drip on the backs of her thighs. The last accident, however intentional, had soaked her bottom thoroughly and directly into her skirt. The rest was deflected down by the hard leather chair to her thighs, soaking into the tops of her stockings – just enough absorption to save the carpet.
The man in the spectacles moved closer and stared at her intently from the shadow on her right, standing now, a cigarette in one hand. Her eyes fell to his black, shell cordovan shoes, finely crafted, obviously expensive.
The speaker continued and Stephanie bit her lower lip, trembling, desperately trying to translate but missing entire sentences.
“I can’t hold it any longer! I need a toilet! NOW! Emergency! Emergency!” screamed her brain. Her arms went to her sides as she held her thighs together to fend it off, now at the very edge of her seat.
To her credit, she gave it a noble try. But in the end, the inevitable happened.
“….and so, a huge quantity of data is effectively stored in a very small space….::cough::....excuse me”, Stephanie said irregularly. The thought of small space gave her a pause, she coughed as she felt a moistening, quickly shut off with much effort.
“….in a very small space, ah, which ah, confines the data into a streaming………………….ah, into streaming data. “ When she mouthed the word “streaming” she lost it for about five seconds. A torrent let loose, streaming down the seat and hitting the floor at her heels, noticeably. The spectacled man in the shadow smiled on.
“”Free from the constraints of traditional limitations on speed and volume ahhh, download….ah, they can ah, that is, one…” she made it only a little further before losing control again, wetting for a full ten seconds of awkward pauses and barely audible (but still audible) sighs and moans.
“…one can imagine the full benefits of streaming data to listen at any point, whether in the car, at the office, or even from the bathroom ………. ahhhhhhmmmnnn! Even from, ummm, even from the bathroom toilet…………………………..I can’t, umm, ohhhhh!”
This was it – when she heard it in German, she had no chance to translate “bathroom toilet”. In that moment, every last defense gave way – her thighs opened, her labia quivered and split, and her hole, holding on by sheer willpower, was utterly shattered by a single word. The tortured little hole opened up and a stream came out, full and strong. In an instant her skirt was soaked; two pints streamed down and fell to the floor in a loud torrent.
Stephanie was humiliated. She got up, turned around and faced the wall as the torrent became an uncontrollable river, the headphones fell down, now picking up the rush of pee whizzing out of her under such pressure. She soaked everything.
There was no thought of stopping now. People turned around and pointed, some laughed and others cried out. Stephanie peed and peed, not even considering stopping once she was broken – a long, uninterrupted stream followed for nearly a minute, soaking the back of her skirt while she panted and apologized.
“I’m sorry. Ahh…mmmm! Yeahhhh. I couldn’t hold it….I, uh, mnnnnnnn, really needed the restroom, but, ah..mmnnn, ok, good, ok, yeah. I ..I’m sorry.”
The man in the spectacles kept his phone up the entire time, taking in the scene to enjoy again later perhaps. Then he put out his cigarette and he was gone.
Stephanie stopped peeing and jumped out of the booth running for the bathroom, humiliated. She would not get the long term job she had hoped for, indeed her adventures in Paris were now over. |
I've been playing around with omorashi versions of classic fairy tales recently. I've finished Snow Wet and Allie in Wetting Land and am working on Rumplewetskin at the moment. Here's Wet Riding Hood for your enjoyment which follows the Grimm version pretty consistently with a few tweaks of course. This story is the letter R from my 26 story alphabetical omorashi collection. Feedback appreciated as ever.
Wet Riding Hood is taking a basket of goodies to her friend in the forest when she encounters Wolf and the woodcutter whilst desperate to pee...
Wet Riding Hood Once upon a time there was a beautiful young woman who was loved by all but most of all by her best friend Emma. Emma gave her a cloak and stockings that were bright red as a gift one day and she vowed to never wear anything else again. Unfortunately this young woman had a secret desire, the uncontrollable urge to hold in her pee until she wet herself over and over again. For this reason she became known in her village as Wet Riding Hood.
One day Wet’s mother called her over to the table and sat her down. “Wet, you are twenty now and I believe you can be trusted on a journey alone through the forest to see Emma without needing a chaperone. Take this basket of freshly baked bread and these sex toys to her as she is ill and weak and they may help to cheer her up.”
“Yes mother,” Wet replied, taking the proffered wicker basket.
“Set out before it gets too hot in the sky, walk slowly and quietly and do not leave the path or you may fall and get mud all over the triple speed dildo which would never do and Emma would remain frustrated. Do not piss in your panties again and when you get to her cottage, don’t forget to ask how she is before you jump straight into fucking.”
“I will take care and I will not leave the path, I promise,” Wet said, placing her hand on top of her mother’s to indicate her solemn vow.
Emma lived a number of miles from the village and Wet knew it would take some time to reach her cottage. She had barely entered the forest when a woman in a cloak of wolfskin stepped out onto the path before her.
“Good day to you Wet Riding Hood,” the woman said. “My name is Wolf and before you ask, no I have never been a gladiator.”
“Good day Wolf,” Wet replied. “What is a gladiator?”
“Never mind. Where are you going so early in the morning Wet?”
“To my friend Emma’s house.”
“What is in your basket?”
“A selection of baguettes, rolls, baps, bagels and vibrating love eggs. Emma has been sick so she is to eat plenty of carbohydrates and enjoy a multitude of orgasms to help bring her regain her strength.”
“Where does Emma live?”
About three miles further along this path. Her cottage resides underneath three large oak trees, you must have seen them or perhaps heard the sound of her orgasmic cries of pleasure echoing from her windows?”
Wolf thought to herself, “What a beautiful young woman this Wet is. I would love to devour her pussy with my mouth and taste the sexual juices that form when she is aroused. She will be much better to fuck than the old woman Emma ever would be. I must act craftily and then I may be able to enjoy both women at once.”
So she walked for some time beside Wet Riding Hood before stopping for a moment and leaning down to sniff the wildflowers that grew beside the path, her cloak riding up to reveal she wore nothing under it, Wet staring at her bottom as it appeared, shocked by the pert roundness and flawless skin that begged to be touched.
“See Wet,” Wolf said, standing up once more. “How pretty are these flowers? Why do you focus on your walk and not look around you from time to time? I believe you have yet to notice how gaily the birds sing around us as you walk gravely as if you were heading to a funeral instead of a sex session with your friend.”
Wet Riding Hood looked around her as if for the first time, seeing shafts of sunlight penetrating the foliage above her head, the birds flitting from branch to branch and the flowers growing on every spare inch of ground. “I suppose I could collect some of these flowers whilst I am here to help with my seduction of Emma. I have plenty of time.”
So she ran from the path into the wood to look for the best flowers. Whenever she picked one she noticed another pretty one further on and ran after that, getting deeper and deeper into the wood with each step.
Wet took so long collecting a wonderful bouquet together that she began to need to pee. She looked around her to see if Wolf was still beside her but found herself alone. She pulled at the cord holding her cloak in place and let it fall open to reveal her black panties and red stockings. Her nipples hardened in the cool air of the forest as she spread her legs apart and relaxed her bladder, looking down in time to see a drip of pee soak into her knickers before falling to the mossy ground beneath her.
She pushed with her internal muscles and the drip became a trickle, her panties immediately unable to contain the onslaught. The ground grew wet as the sound of hissing came from between Wet’s legs. She looked down at the pee as it fell from her, enjoying the feeling of wet warmth on her pussy. With one hand she pulled the panties to one side and as the stream of pee continued to emerge, she placed her other hand on her labia, letting the flow run through her fingers.
She slowly began to stroke at her clit, using the wetness on her fingers to tease herself until her body was aching with desire. As the flow of pee came to an end, she slid her palm into the top of her panties until she was able to hook two fingers up inside herself. She fucked her soaking pussy faster and faster, using the heel of her palm to tease her clit until her entire body began to tense up and then a moment later she let out a gasp of pleasure as an orgasm spread through her body.
She closed her eyes as the sensation took over, her pussy contracting round her fingers, her chest heaving from the waves of pleasure that overtook her. When her climax faded, she pulled her hand free and set her panties back into place, retying her cloak and continuing to gather flowers.
Whilst this was taking place, Wolf had run along the path to Emma’s house and was knocking on the door.
“Who is it?” a voice called out from inside.
“Wet Riding Hood,” Wolf replied. “I have brought baguettes and baps, dildos and plastic dicks, all the things you need to return to health. Open the door and let me enter.”
“Lift the latch yourself,” Emma called out. “I am too weak and cannot leave my bed.”
Wolf lifted the latch and the door sprang open. Without saying a word she tiptoed to Emma’s bed, finding her laid in the blankets, looking pale.
“You are not Wet,” Emma said.
“No,” Wolf replied, “but I soon will be.”
“Why are you here?”
“To devour you,” Wolf said, climbing onto the bed and yanking the blankets aside. Emma gasped as Wolf tossed aside her cloak to reveal her naked body underneath.
“Oh my,” Emma called out, pulling her nightdress up and over her head. Wolf clambered up her body until she was laid on top of her, lowering her mouth as she licked her lips.
“I cannot wait to eat you,” Wolf said, kissing her way down Emma’s body, sucking her nipples one after another before moving down her stomach towards her waiting pussy. She nudged Emma’s knees apart and then took a deep sniff of the scent of her wetness before plunging her tongue straight into Emma’s pussy.
Emma let out a moan as Wolf began to lick the inside of her, bringing a hand up towards her clit and stroking it gently as she lapped continually at Emma’s hole, bringing her to the brink of an orgasm within moments.
When Emma came, she screamed out loud, her hands grabbing Wolf’s hair and pulling her upwards. Wolf kissed her way back up Emma’s body, until her legs were above Emma’s head. She lowered herself onto the old woman’s face, letting her pussy sink down until Emma’s face was covered. Wolf felt a tongue slide up into her and began to rock back and forth on Emma’s face whilst tugging at her nipples, enjoying using the prone figure beneath her as an elaborate sex toy.
Wolf lasted less than a minute before reaching her own orgasm, her body twitching as she came, juices dripping from her into Emma’s eagerly waiting mouth. As her climax faded, Wolf slid beside Emma, stroking her forehead until she was asleep.
When she was certain Emma wouldn’t stir, Wolf lifted her from the bed and slipped her into the cupboard in the corner of the room. She picked up Emma’s night dress and cap and climbed into them before lying in the bed with the curtains drawn to await the arrival of Wet.
For her part, Wet Riding Hood had collected so many flowers she could carry no more, so she returned to the path and gathered up her basket, setting out on her way once more towards Emma’s cottage.
Wet was surprised to find the cottage door hanging open when she arrived and as she went inside, she had a strange feeling and said out loud, “Oh my, I feel so uneasy being here today and yet I like being with Emma so much usually. Perhaps it is because I need to pee again.” She called out,” Good morning,” but received no response. Perhaps Emma wasn’t in.
Spotting the chamber pot beneath a chair in the corner of the room, Emma dragged it out to the middle of the floor and squatted over it, relaxing her bladder until a spray of piss soaked straight through her panties and ran down into the waiting china bowl beneath her. She sighed loudly, unaware that Wolf was watching her from the bed, touching herself slowly under the covers as she stared in silence at the sight of Wet wetting herself through her knickers.
When she had finished, Wet stood up and went over to the bed, drawing back the curtains to let the light into the room. There lay Emma with her cap pulled down over her face, looking somehow different.
“Oh Emma, what big breasts you have,” she said, pulling the blankets away to reveal the body hidden underneath.
“All the better to suckle you with,” came the reply.
“And Emma, what soft lips you have.”
“All the better to kiss you with.”
“But Emma, what a soaking wet pussy you have.”
“All the better to piss on you with.”
“And Emma what an open mouth you have.”
“All the better to eat you with.”
And barely had the words escaped Wolf’s mouth when the cap fell from her head and Wet realised who was lying in Emma’s bed. Wolf grabbed Wet and pulled her into the bed, the basket of sex toys falling onto the covers, dildos rolling out left and right.
Wet found her eyes drawn to Wolf’s pussy, wondering just how it might taste. She kissed her way over Wolf’s stomach until her head was between Wolf’s open legs. As she leaned forwards, Wolf relaxed her bladder and a jet of piss gushed from her, hitting Wet in the middle of the nose. Wet gasped and opened her mouth, enveloping Wolf’s pussy and swallowing as much of her piss as she could.
She sucked and licked at Wolf’s pussy as urine dripped down her chin, her own pussy becoming wet with desire as she found Wolf’s clit and began to lick as fast as she could, loving the taste of sexual juices mixed with pee from this beautiful stranger in Emma’s bed.
She slid a finger into Wolf’s pussy at the same time as nudging between her buttocks with her other hand, sliding a second finger into Wolf’s tight but ready anus, making Wolf moan loudly as she thrust her hips forwards.
Wet kept fucking and licking until Wolf reached a screaming orgasm, her pussy gripping Wet’s finger tightly before expelling it from inside her with a final push. Wet found herself pushed onto all fours as Wolf grabbed one of the largest dildos in the basket. She felt it push its way into her pussy which had to stretch to allow it inside her.
She felt Wolf begin to fuck her with the dildo as a tongue flicked over her tight asshole, making her moan into the blankets beneath her face. Her clit throbbed as she rocked back and forth onto the dildo, loving the sensation of it completely filling her as she reached a climax more powerful than any she’d ever known. As the strength of it tore through her, she slumped forwards onto the bed, panting for breath until a moment later she was asleep.
Wolf collapsed besides her and kissed her neck before she too was asleep, her appetite appeased from having eaten Wet Riding Hood so thoroughly.
A woodcutter passing the house heard the sound of snoring through the open window and thought to himself, “How Emma is snoring in there. I must call in and see if she needs anything.” He noticed the open door and walked inside, finding his wife asleep in the bed beside Wet Riding Hood.
“Why Wolf,” he said out loud, stirring her from her slumber. “You have slept with Wet Riding Hood and did not invite me. This is a situation that must be corrected immediately.”
Wolf sat up with a yawn, nudging Wet awake beside her. “Oh my,” Wet said as the woodcutter began to undress. “What a big chopper you have.”
“All the better to fuck you with,” the woodcutter said.
“We’ve done that part,” Wolf replied. “Honestly David, try to keep up.”
David approached the bed as the two women sat up, their naked bodies making his cock stiffen as he reached them. Wet reached out and took hold of his shaft, running her fingers over the veins along the side as Wolf leaned forwards and licked a drop of precum from the hole in the head of his prick.
David thrust towards Wet and she opened her mouth in readiness, taking him in past her lips until he filled her throat. She gulped down his precum as she felt the heat of his shaft burning her tongue. She sucked at him, almost gagging as he thrust into her throat, grabbing the back of her head to hold her in place.
Just as he was on the verge of coming, the woodcutter stopped, pushing Wet onto her back and manoeuvring Wolf until she was laid on top of Wet.
He looked at the two women as they kissed, unable to avert his eyes from the two wet pussies laid before him, rubbing together as they were in the bed. He took a step forwards, grabbing his shaft before guiding his cock straight into Wet’s pussy. The tightness of her made him tingle all over as he began to fuck her, his hands sliding up over Wolf’s back and then down to her buttocks, spreading them apart to stare at her tight puckered asshole.
He pulled his cock out of Wet and then shoved it straight into Wolf’s pussy, enjoying the change in sensation. He went back and forth between the two women as they embraced before beginning to groan, knowing he was close to an orgasm. He was unable to resist sliding at last into his wife’s waiting anus, knowing it was the one thing sure to make her climax. As he entered her, she screamed and an orgasm tore through her, making her ass contract round his cock.
He thrust as deeply into her as he could manage, letting out a grunt as his prick began to twitch and then he came, jets of cum shooting into Wolf’s asshole. He withdrew slowly and stood back, looking at the two women as they began rolling around on the bed, bringing each other to one orgasm after another.
Finally he sat back in an armchair, his arm falling against the cupboard, knocking the door open. Emma fell forwards out of the cupboard, the shock of the fall awakening her in a moment. She blinked as she looked at Wolf and Wet on the bed fucking hard and then at the woodcutter’s still hard prick that glistened with wetness.
“I need to pee,” Emma said, climbing up onto the bed.
“What a full bladder you have,” the woodcutter said.
“All the better to punish Wolf with,” Emma replied, straddling Wolf who lay on her back, looking up at the naked pussy above her face. Emma pushed her bladder and almost instantly a gushing torrent of piss sprayed forth, soaking into Wolf’s body. Wolf opened her mouth to catch the flow as Emma moved her hips whilst Wet stood up and walked over to the woodcutter, sinking to her knees and taking him into her mouth again, catching the last leaking drops of his cum in her throat.
Emma did not stop wetting for thirty seconds and once she was done she leaned down and grabbed two large dildos from the collection on the bed. She pushed one straight up into Wolf’s soaking wet pussy and then lifted her knees to expose Wolf’s bottom, sliding the second sex toy into her ass as Wolf moaned loudly.
David stood up and walked over to the bed as Wet followed him, eager to feel his cock inside her once more. David knelt on the bed and pushed his cock into Wolf’s mouth so all three of her holes were filled at once. Wolf stared hungrily upwards as she was fucked hard, drool running down her chin as David grew close to a second orgasm.
Wolf came first, a climax that tore through her body in seconds and made her legs and arms buck and writhe across the bed. Wet pulled David from Wolf’s mouth and yanked him towards her, pushing him onto his back on the floor beside the bed, his erection sticking upwards as she slid it up into her waiting pussy.
She began to ride him, bouncing up and down on his cock as Emma stood up and lowered herself onto David’s mouth, letting his tongue slide up into her sopping wet pussy.
The two women rode the woodcutter whilst Wolf laid on her side on the bed, watching him quietly, her breathing returning to normal as her climax faded away. David’s cock appeared in view and then vanished up into Wet as Emma rocked on his face, using her hand on her clit to help bring herself to a screaming orgasm as she pressed herself onto his head, drawing his tongue as far into her as she could manage.
Wet began grinding down onto the woodcutter’s cock, knowing she was close as her toes began to curl. She felt his tool twitch and so she began bouncing on him again, bringing him to a climax, his cum shooting up into her as she reached her own orgasm, her body collapsing onto him as the strength left her muscles.
When she had recovered she slowly got to her feet before sitting on the edge of the bed besides Wolf. Emma sat in the chair with David on the floor beside her, stroking her leg.
All four were delighted with their experience. Wet gathered up her basket and Emma ate the bread that had been brought. “I feel so much better,” she declared as she wiped pussy juices from her chin. Wet kissed her before heading out of the door with her basket in hand, thinking to herself, “I must always leave the path when I enter the wood or else I may not meet Wolf again and fucking hell is she good in bed.”
She returned home to her waiting mother who was pacing beside the door. “How did you get on? Did Emma appreciate your gifts?”
“Yes mother.”
“And did you leave the path?”
“No mother,” Wet replied, thinking of how much her pussy was throbbing and how much cum was still inside her. She thought of Wolf and Emma and the woodcutter and she wondered when she could once more take a journey through the forest to enjoy another soaking wet erotic adventure.
The End
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Diane was a slim brown haired 20 year old and had been into horse riding as long as she could remember.One day as she walked to the field were she kept her horse she passed a group of local lads walking along the lane, "look at the arse on that" one of them shouted as she overtook the group.Diane kept walking,wishing that she'd not worn her tight blue jodhpurs that day, "And the long boots" yelled another,"bet she wears them for sex" shouted the third youth.Diane continued along the lane hoping that they would carry on when she turned right onto the track that led to her stables.Fortunately they went straight ahead,nothing happened except for a few more wolf whistles and crude remarks and pretty soon they had gone.Diane turned her horse out into the field and began mucking out the stable,this done she replaced the straw and was just about to catch the horse when she realised she needed to Pee.She went down the side of the stable and lowered her jods and black panties and had just started to empty her bladder when she heard a male voice, "look at the arse on that", Diane quickly snatched up her panties and jods,wetting them in the process."well well well,what have we here" said a mans voice,Diane spun around to find the three youths that she'd seen earlier had climbed down the embankment and were stood only feet from her.One of them came towards her and grabbed her by the arm, "finish what you were doing missy" he said,Diane looked at him wondering what he meant "pardon" she said "you heard finish what you were doing" he replied.Suddenly he made a grab for here other arm and as he held her another youth stepped forward and began to tug at the front of her jodhpurs,Diane struggled but it was useless,the man holding her was far too strong.The second man undid her jodpurs and pulled them down to the tops of her boots,he could tell her panties were wet,"aww look we made her piss her pants" he laughed,the third youth stepped forward to look, "yes she has" he laughed,Diane could feel herself blushing."she didn't finish though did she?" said the first youth "I think we interrupted her ", "did you finish? " asked one of the other youths,Diane nodded "LIAR!" shouted the third youth "lets see her finish" the others laughed and nodded.The man holding her arms pushed her against the side of the shed and together they formed a semicircle in front of her. "well go one finish it then" he said,Diane closed her eyes and put her thumbs into the top of her panties,she began to lower them and squat down at the same time."NO!" shouted one of the youths," make her do it standing up", he hauled Diane to her feet and as she stood there the other youth stepped forward and pulled up her panties. "now" said the youth" here's how it's going to be,as you start to piss you are going to pull up your jodhpurs missy,not before not after but during,understand?". Diane nodded "Ok whatever you say"there was a slight hissing as she began to piss her panties and as she did she pulled up her jodhpurs,the youths laughed as the piss ran down her legs and spattered onto her boots. "that's better isn't it" said one youth as he ran his hand across Diane's wet crotch.One of them took hold of her top and pulled it over her head revealing her black bra,he grabbed her breasts and groped them roughly,before yanking her bra upwards and exposing her pointed nipples. "she's horny" he laughed as he tweeked her left nipple,Diane squirmed uncomfortably and let out a loud fart.With that one of the youths leered at her and said,"let's see if she likes it with her boots on" "yes lets screw the crap out of her"yelled another.Suddenly Diane felt her head being pushed forward and as she bent over someone pulled her jodhpurs to her knees,her panties soon went the same way.She gasped as one of the youths came behind her before roughly pushing her finger into her tight brown hole."relax miss" said a voice,it's going to happen wether you fight it or not",Diane relaxed and the pain lessened,after a couple of minutes he removed his finger and she squealed as it was replaced with a stiff cock,he pounded away for several minutes and Diane could feel movement in her bowels."here she goes" said the lad and as he pulled up her panties he removed his cock,spattering his load across the tight black panties.Diane let out a series of short farts then gasped as a firm load began to emerge from her bottom,the youths laughed as her tight black panties began to bulge at the rear.One of the lads pushed his cock into her mouth and told her to suck it,Diane struggled to do this and cope with the ever growing load in her pants.The youth came quickly and his space was taken up by the third youth who wasted no time ramming his cock into Diane's mouth,he yanked her long brown her as he rode her mouth to his climax.Diane had finished loading her pants andone of the youths yanked her to her feet,he pulled her jodhpurs back up and yanked them hard into her crotch,flattening the bulge in her panties as he did so.The three then pushe her hard against the stable wall and began to masturbate furiously,they came almost in unison,blasting the front of her jodhpurs in thick white come which dribbled down her legs and dripped onto her boots,it was quickly washed from them as they all pissed onto her boots,laughing loudly as they did.One of them picked up her top and she quickly pulled it over her head,not bothering to replace her bra,the three laughing youths walked off across the field.Diane woke up with a start and her hand moved quickly to the rear of her jodhpurs,she could feel the warm bulge in the back,her front was wet with piss but there was no trace of anything else,it had all been a dream. THE END |
Three things:
The title doesn't bear much relevance to the story, but I just put it there as a play on the game’s tagline.
I've never written for male before, I apologise if it's a bit vague (and also the character in the story is rather young so it would have been awkward to go into explicit detail)
Link does talk in this, because I’ve tried writing without giving him dialogue and I find it really hard to communicate how he feels like that.
Anyway...
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The morning sun shone brightly across the marketplace, illuminating every nook and cranny of Clock Town. Bells began to sound from the famous tower in the centre - six o’clock, and the town was waking up. Once the noise subsided, a boy dressed all in green stepped out from beneath the intricate clock face, and continued walking across the square, followed closely by a glowing ball of light. Link brushed his long blonde hair out of his eyes, and put his sword away. A few minutes ago, he had been against the clock, trying desperately to stop the moon from crashing into Termina. But with the Ocarina of Time, he could return to the dawn of the first day as many times as he wanted. He looked back at the clock tower - 6:01 a.m.
72 hours until the ocarina would come in handy again.
“Tatl, don’t you think we were cutting that a little close?” He looked up to his fairy friend, who had been impatiently hovering beside him.
“It wasn’t that close,” she reminded him sternly. “At least, it wouldn’t have been if you hadn’t stopped to use the bathr-”
“Hey, I was tired! I didn’t want to risk it!” Link looked up, ready for her response, but saw that Tatl was smiling.
“Don’t worry, I know you were tired. Why don’t we use this cycle to rest, and try to, well, hone our skills so that we can complete temples more quickly? We could both use some rest, right?”
The idea hadn’t occurred to Link, but he liked the sound of it and quickly agreed.
Link couldn’t even remember when he last slept. It was only midday, but they had to wait for the shooting gallery to open, and Tatl looked like her wings might fall off if she did any more flying.
In the calm environment of the inn, it was easy to get drowsy and soon they had both nodded off.
DA-DONG! DA-DONG! DA-DONG! DA-DONG! DA-DONG! DA-DONG!
Link’s eyes slowly fluttered open. How long had it been? A sleepy glance through the window told him the answer - just six hours, but it wasn’t worth going back to sleep now. Tatl hadn’t woken up, but instead was fast asleep on his scabbard, atop the bedside table.
Getting out of bed, Link felt the familiar feeling of urine in his bladder- usually, they would be in the middle of some forest with nobody in sight, and they could both answer nature’s call without being disturbed (although Tatl sometimes flew out of sight for some extra privacy).
The last time he had needed to go, as she had reminded him earlier, had been in the depths of snowhead temple. All the potions from earlier that day suddenly caught up to him all at once, and he had been forced to dash out of the final room in favour of keeping his clothes dry. It had wasted precious minutes, so they had had to escape quickly before the 72-hour deadline caught up with them.
He approached the toilets, and tried to open the door. It wouldn’t open, so he tried again, harder. It still wouldn’t budge! He looked around for some kind of reason- did he have to get a key from the receptionist? Link sighed when he saw the nearby sign:
“Restroom off-limits for monster removal. Due to be fixed tomorrow.”
Of course, the last time he had used this particular bathroom, it had been on the second day, not the first! Link walked towards the exit at a slightly quicker pace than usual. He was vaguely uncomfortable, but could manage for now. After all, last night had been a one-off.
I just need to find a bush or something like that, somewhere where nobody will see…
He opened the door into the commercial district of East Clock Town, where the streets were full of people who had arrived for the carnival of time.
But in a busy town like this… where am I supposed to go?
He noticed the gate that led to Termina Field, and cursed himself for being so stupid. Obviously, if there were too many people inside the town, you just had to go outside the town!
He squeezed his way through the crowds, noting just how many there were. By the time night fell, most of these people would already have fled for the ranch to try and escape the moon--
“I don’t think so, boy!” Link looked up to see a disapproving guard staring down at him.
“Have you some errand in the canyon?” Link hadn’t been planning to go as far as that- he would only have to go about 10 yards before he found a suitable spot.
The guard, who had been waiting for a response, continued his lecture.
“I cannot allow you to go out on your own until you are old enough to carry a sword.”
“But I have a sword!” Link was astounded as to why this guard wouldn’t let him out.
The guard peered over Link’s shoulder. “I don’t see any sword, kid.”
Link finally realised why the guard thought he didn’t have a sword. Because he had left his sword back in the inn, by the bedside table! He turned back to the inn, his bladder giving him regular reminders that it was time to visit the toilet. The crowd was harder to get through now, as every collision added just that little bit more pressure to his bladder.
“Link!” It was Tatl, flying towards him from the opposite side of the square.
“I’m sorry! I overslept! Did I miss anything?”
“Um, no. You didn’t miss anything. I just woke up a bit early, that’s all.”
“Well, the shooting range should be opening now. Were you going there?”
She noticed his slightly awkward stance.
“Don’t worry, the bathroom is open now, it won’t be like snowhead templ--”
“I don’t need the bathroom!” Link exclaimed suddenly. He wasn’t angry with her, but he just didn’t want her to think that being desperate was a regular thing for him.
Well, I’m not THAT desperate… I can wait for a while yet…
Tatl believed him- or at least, Link hoped she did.
“Ok, then. I suppose you’re just nervous for the archery? Don’t worry about it, you’re great!”
60 minutes later, Link had almost reached the end of the session. He had been doing practising ever since he was back in Kokiri forest- that is, if you consider annoying Mido with a slingshot ‘archery’. Both of his hands needed to be on the bow at the same time, one to grip the ornate wooden section, and the other to draw back arrows before firing. Not for the first time, Link found himself wishing that he had another hand to hold himself with, too. The pressure in his bladder had grown significantly over the hour that he had been in there, and he hadn’t even been able to squeeze down below, not with the targets constantly popping up everywhere. After what seemed like an age, the man at the desk called to stop, to which Link gratefully obliged.
It was now dark outside, and a slight patter of rain was beginning to fall over the roofs of Clock Town. Link tried his best to ignore it and to get back to his stuff, his bladder begging him to find somewhere to empty it, and quickly. But when he finally reached the inn, he was greeted with yet another unwelcome notice. The inn had locked the front door for the night, and the door was standing between him and a toilet! Link stepped back, trembling. He never brought the room key with him, not when he could use the nearby deku flower to get up onto the roof. The very thought of transformation made him cross his legs- it was excruciatingly painful to transform from one form to another, and he had never tried it with a full bladder before - would he be able to hold it?
Without even trying, the back of his left hand began to glow, outlining the shape of the triforce of courage.
What… of course I can hold it! … I’m the Hero of Time!
and without further debate, Link put on the deku mask.
The familiar swirling blue light began to emit from his entire body, enveloping him until he was completely obscured, and then his body began to twist and contract into a new shape, a smaller shape- the shape of a Deku scrub.
The pain hadn’t been enough for him to scream this time - he had been getting used to it - but as he took on his new form, he noticed that something was terribly wrong-
Link doubled over, the large volume of urine in his bladder suddenly seeming to weigh a lot more, clamping his hands over where he was sure he was about to wet himself…
But it didn’t come- as a deku scrub, my anatomy is different, and things don’t work the same way as they do for humans…
He rushed towards the Deku flower as quickly as his legs would carry him.
With bodies made of wood, Dekus don’t store urine in their bodies, in case it weighs them down during flight…
But even though Link had changed form, he still had the same amount of liquid splashing around inside him.
I’m smaller, so I can’t hold as much… aaah…!
There was no danger of him wetting himself as a deku scrub, but with all the urine sloshing around inside his wooden abdomen, he still felt like he was about to burst.
Gathering up all his strength, Link hovered over to the roof of the inn, where the door was still open, and he could get in, he could get to the toilet on time, he cou--
He couldn’t. He just couldn’t bear it anymore… in between gasps of discomfort, Link removed the mask, and the pain left him. At least, it left him for a few seconds before it returned, and he buried his now human hands deep into the green folds of his tunic, trying to stem the flow of urine that was quickly approaching the exit. A small spurt released, trickling down his leg into his boots, which was followed by another, and another, all adding to the growing wet spot on the front of his tunic, and, despite his best efforts to stop it, the puddle growing around him.
The triforce of courage may have helped him defeat countless enemies all by himself, but it couldn’t do anything when it came down to the limits of an 11 year-old bladder, which Link had just exceeded. The liquid kept spilling onto the cobbled rooftop, seeping into cracks where it could, but most of it remained in a pool of urine beneath him, as a monument to his shame.
When the flow finally ceased, tears began to form in Link’s eyes. How could he have done it? He had traveled through time, wielded the Master Sword against demons, and won… how could he have wet himself? His entire tunic was stained a darker shade of green than usual, and the very tip of his hat dipped into the puddle as he sat down. While it had been warm when it was still splashing through his fingertips, he now shivered when his legs met the liquid’s surface. He lifted up the skirt of his costume, to feel the shorts underneath… all soaked.
Link really hoped this wouldn’t become a common theme during his quest in Termina, and that Tatl wouldn’t notice… if she found out about this, he’d never hear the end of it...
Edited August 25, 2015 by O'Comet
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A couple of stories, unrelated despite the identical setting, that I wrote many years ago and reposted here by request.
Both stories contain messing.
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Claire Poops Her Pants
The door creaked on rusty hinges as Claire Redfield cracked it slightly open and peered inside. The room beyond seemed to be a small waiting area connected to another hall that ran perpendicular to the one she was just exiting. It was illuminated by a naked bulb hanging from the ceiling. A bench with tall, poorly kept potted plants on either side was placed just to the right of the door, to the left the bare stone wall ran the length of the room then terminated, opening way to a new hall. On the farthest corner, a vending machine hummed loudly. Apparently, it was still working.
Claire crept through the door and shut it silently, wondering again how long Raccoon City had been infested with Zombies. Everything in the Police Department that wasn’t riddled with bullet holes or otherwise ruined seemed to be in proper working order, so she figured it must not have been more than a few days. But if that were true then it hadn't taken long for the infection or whatever the hell it was to spread. The thought sent cold shivers down her spine.She stared at the opening leading to the next hall with some apprehension. She had no idea what was on the other side and worse, she only had half a magazine left in her gun. She pressed her back against the cold stone wall and, slowly and silently as possible, began strafing her way towards the next hall. She strained her ears the entire time, but the hum from the vending machine was too loud, there was no way she could hear any telltale shuffles or groans. She’d have to jump into the hall blind.When she reached the corner of the waiting room she stopped, trying again to hear some sort of warning on the other side. She couldn’t smell anything, and most of the other monsters she’d encountered reeked of rotting flesh, but the lack of odor did little to relax her. Her muscles were tense and she knew she was breathing heavily. She could feel beads of sweat rolling down her face. She closed her eyes and tried to calm her nerves and regulate her breathing. For several minutes she stood there, both eyes closed, fighting the stress. Then, suddenly, she leaped in front of the opening, facing down the hall with her gun aimed and ready.But the hall was empty. Claire exhaled and collapsed to her knees. This whole damn night had been one nightmarish hell. No matter where she turned it seemed some stumbling, decaying freak was chasing her, trying to eat her. There was a lot of stress, but she was strong willed and dealt with it much better than someone else in her situation might have. Still, she wished she could have had a normal night in a nice comfortable hotel room with her brother. And of course she wished she had a shower.That’s when she remembered what she’d stopped at that diner for in the first place. She needed to use the bathroom. She hadn't gotten a chance to, being attacked by the living dead had a way of throwing a monkey wrench into the best laid plans, but now that things had calmed down she realized she needed to go. Bad.Her bowel felt very full and her bladder was well over capacity. She had only used the bathroom once in the day, and that was at around 12 P.M. She checked her wrist watch. It was nearly ten.“Damn it,” she muttered, pulling a small, folded piece of paper out of her pocket. It was a sketched map of the Police Department, and she used it to check her position within the building. Currently, she was on the second floor of the Raccoon Police Department. She’d already thoroughly checked all the open rooms on the first floor and made a rough sketch of the area. She checked the paper and swore. Not a single bathroom down there.
Her stomach cramped as she was putting the paper away. She moaned sightly and hunched forward. She rubbed her lower abdomen, hoping to soothe the tightened muscles, but it did no good. She felt her anus dilating. She tried to clench her ass shut with both hands, but it didn’t help. She felt the head of a firm turd forcing it’s way out and soon it was touching cotton.That’s when she felt a sudden warmth spreading from her crotch down her thighs. Claire gasped. In her attempt to hold her shit in, she’d forgotten how badly she needed to pee. She slammed her legs together and squeezed tightly to stem the flow. It helped a little, but a slow, steady trickle was still escaping. Claire rocked back and forth, fighting for control of herself. ‘Caught in the middle of a town of zombies’ Claire though to herself, ‘AND I’m sitting her, wetting and messing myself. What a day.’Finally, she could stand it no longer. She opened her legs and relaxed her muscles. Immediately the trickle of pee turned to a high pressure stream that she could hear hissing even over the hum of the vendor. The warmth around her thighs began to spread more quickly until a yellow flood seeped through her leg holes and ran like a river down her legs. A wide, deep puddle of urine began forming around her, but she didn’t care. She just let out a moan of relief.When she was done peeing she turned her attention to taking care of the rest of her business. Her black jumpsuit and pink denim shorts were tight enough that the poop wasn’t coming out on it’s own. Claire might have been able to hold it until she found a toilet, but the sensation of having a log partly out and partly in was uncomfortable. Instead she closed her eyes and pushed.As she strained, she felt a long, firm log pushing it’s way into her panties. It smashed up against her butt cheeks and thighs. She could feel her clothes stretching to make room. She couldn’t believe how much there was. It kept coming out, she could feel it’s hard, somewhat cracked texture sliding against the sensitive nerves in her anus.By the time she was done, her clothes were soaked and there was a huge lump in the back of her pants. There had been so much shit that it pressed all the way up to the small of her back, and she thought it was going to push out the legs of her skin tight jumpsuit. Feeling much better, Claire got up and headed down the hall still carrying her heavy load. She hoped to find a janitor’s closet where she could dump out most of the poop. There wasn't much she could do about the wet stains on her clothes. She'd just have to hope that they had a chance to dry out before she ran in to any other survivors...
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An Accident In Raccoon City
The motorcycle came to a stop in front of the dingy diner. Its rider, a young woman of perhaps nineteen, removed her helmet and sighed heartily.
“I'm finally here,” Claire Redfield, the woman, announced to the still night air. She killed the bike's engine and, with a sweep of her leg, dismounted. Her form-fitting spandex suit hugged her pronounced curves as she moved. A sleeveless jacket and ultra-short shorts, both made from matching red denim, offered little warmth but it didn't matter. It was a warm night and the ride into Raccoon City had been as comfortable as a long ride could be.
Nine hours on the road with less than a handful of stops to eat and re-fuel worked horrors on the body. Claire placed her hands on the small of her back and leaned backwards. She could almost feel the cramped muscles loosen as she stretched.
Quickly, she took stock of her surroundings. The evening was young, just past nine o'clock, but the city was eerily quiet. The streets and sidewalks were empty. Tall lamps illuminated the darkness at regular intervals but they might as well have been off. There didn't seem to be a soul in sight. Tonight, Raccoon City was dead.
A sense of desolation and emptiness weighed heavily on Claire and added to a growing sense of apprehension. Now, more than ever, she was certain something had happened to her brother, Chris. As soon as she took care of business in the diner, she would rush to the address he had given her years ago when he joined the special S.T.A.R.S. Unit of the Raccoon Police department.
Her auburn ponytail bobbed behind her as she approached the diner. Hunger had not necessitated her stop. In her rush to reach Raccoon City, Claire had largely ignored nature's call; stopping only once hours ago to urinate. Now, her overfull bladder and bowels demanded release and refused to be ignored. A large, solid log had been threatening to emerge for nearly an hour now and if she didn't deal with it soon she was going to fill her pants. Thinking about it made her situation worse, and she clenched her sphincter against the painful cramp that overcame her.
She climbed the three steps to the diner's entrance. Its glass door creaked in protest as she pushed it open and stepped in. The diner was as barren as the streets outside. A row of empty bar stools lined a keeper-less bar. Not a soul occupied the window booths. In the back, a sign advertised clean restrooms. Her body seemed to sense that relief was near, she could almost feel her muscles loosen with anticipation. She grunted her discomfort and started toward the restrooms.
“Hello,” Claire called softly, partially to announce her presence and partially to take her mind off what her body needed to do. Her boots clopped loudly on the diner's hardwood floor, and there was no response to her call. Her eyes scanned the room nervously, she couldn't help but think she had stepped out of reality and into some bad horror flick.
“Is anyone here,” she called again, and again there was no response. “Hello?” The stillness, the sense of lifelessness was starting to get to her. It seemed ridiculous to some part of her at the time, but fear had so quickly captured her attention that she had largely forgotten about her pressing need for relief. She wheeled around slowly, hoping to find some sign of life. There was none.
As she came back around, she thought she caught a shadow moving just behind the last booth. Cautiously, she approached. She could hear a soft shuffling followed by a sickly, wet ripping.
“Uh, hello,” Claire ventured as she peeked behind the booth. The sight that greeted her would haunt her dreams for years to come. A balding man knelt over a twitching, bloody, severed arm. His skin was tinted a rotten green, what remained of his hair clung to his head in thin wisps. Slowly, jerkily, he turned in response to Claire's voice and fixed her with a pupil-less stare. His face and chest were covered with fresh and dried blood. Claire's stomach turned over, it didn't take her long to realize he had been consuming the still twitching arm before him. His, its, mouth opened and a ragged, airy moan escaped. It's breath reeked of decay and death. Claire gasped in shock and horror.
“Look,” she said shakily, backing away as the thing rose to its feet. “I-I'm s-sorry I bothered you, okay?” It ignored her and started closing the gap between them with awkward, drunken steps. “Just don't come any closer... are you listening?” Clearly, it was not. Vaguely, she heard a series of gunshots from the back of the diner.
She decided that whatever was left of the man this thing had once been was gone, that she wouldn't get through with words, and she turned to run. A pair of the creatures had blocked the door however, their rotting hands beating the glass in a futile effort to get inside.
Claire realized she had been trapped. Though she doubted that the abominations that surrounded her had orchestrated a ploy, she nonetheless found herself with nowhere to turn, nowhere to run. A part of her mind refused to accept what was before her as reality and insisted that in moments she'd wake up in that dirty little motel she'd slept in the night before. But somehow, she knew it wasn't true, knew that no matter how much she refused to believe it, the monsters that surrounded her were real. An image of the half eaten arm laying on the floor behind the last booth flashed in her mind and left little doubt as to what her fate would be. She wouldn't let that happen, she couldn't.
While her mind raced, she became dimly aware of a hot wetness forming in the crotch of her pants and a muffled hissing from between her legs. She knew she was having an accident, accepted it and focused her attention on more pressing matters, such as saving her skin. The warm wetness quickly widened as her bladder completely released and it's contents spilled out in a flood. Sheets of yellow that sparkled in the dim light cascaded down the insides of her thighs. What didn't run the length of her leg to soak her tan leather riding boots dribbled on the floor. Her riding suit did little to absorb the fluid and the red denim of her shorts became several shades darker. The urine eventually soaked through this as well and a unbroken stream of pee spattered noisily on the floor.
At the same time, her anus dilated and her colon began forcing its load free. A thick, gooey log slid easily from her body, crackling and popping softly as it went. Her riding outfit hugged her body like a glove, but a lumpy bulge began to form it its seat as the soft, heavy mass rushed from her bottom.
Her pants filled and expanded like a balloon to fit the huge log pouring into them. When the bulge had grown to the size of a softball, her outfit could stretch no farther and the poop started piling up toward her tail bone. The creamy, hot mess smeared her round bottom as it crept up toward her back but it stopped before it reached the waist of her shorts. It only took a few seconds for Claire to void her bowels, but her pants were so full of her waste that they sagged heavily under the new weight.
Despite her situation, despite being surrounded by flesh eating zombies, despite wetting and loading her pants, despite the unearthly and bone chilling moans of her pursuers, Claire somehow kept her poise and focus. Her blue eyes darted about the diner as she looked for an escape and to her relief she spotted a gray door to her left. She realized that it could have been a closet. Or that if it led outside there could be a group of the monsters waiting for her there too, but she also knew that she had little choice. She could risk the door and maybe die anyway, or stay here and die for sure. Before the creature in front of her could block her path, she darted down the isle and toward the door.
She swung it open and found herself staring down the barrel of a gun, the man behind it was dressed in a blue uniform and Claire realized that he was not a zombie.
“Wait,” she called to him, her voice frantic, hoping that he had realized she wasn't a monster either. “Don't shoot.”
“Get down,” he ordered and Claire ducked out of the line of fire. The movement pulled her pants tight against her bottom and smashed the mess up against her butt, forcing the load up to the small of her back and halfway down her thighs.
There was a deafening report as the gun fired, followed by a soggy thump as the bullet entered the front of the first zombie's decaying head and blew out the back, bringing with it chunks of skull and fetid brain matter. Instantly, it's groaning ceased and it collapsed to the floor.
Claire watched it fall and turned back to her savior. She got her first good look at him and realized he was wearing the colors of the Raccoon City Police Department. She wondered if he knew what had happened to Chris.
“We can't stay out here,” he said, offering her his hand, “we have to head to the police station. It'll be a lot safer.” His concern sounded genuine, Claire instinctively trusted him. Not that she had a lot of choice. From the looks of it, they were the only people still alive in the entire city. She took his hand and together they dashed off into the night.
Her fear grew as they hurried through the dark alley. Everywhere she turned there was another group of the shuffling, decaying creatures. She knew the only their speed would keep them alive, but she wondered how long they could keep running. They burst out of the alley and found themselves on a street, a handful of walking dead patrolling it's sidewalks. Both man and woman cast about for somewhere to run.
“There,” the man called, pointing at an abandoned police cruiser. Claire nodded and they rushed over to the vehicle. The police officer took the driver's side and, to their elation, found the keys in the ignition. The man turned it and the engine jumped to life. He stomped on the gas and the tires screamed on the slick pavement, kicking up a cloud of steam before finally catching and sending the car down the empty street.
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Added warning about both stories containing messing
Edited August 26, 2015 by Poowrite
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This is a story heavily based on an episode of what's with Andy, it also draws inspiration from some real life experiences of mine.
"Aaand done!" Ashley said as she finished the last of her two liter root beer. "Wow Ash, i'm amazed." Said Gwen. "I really didn't think you could do it." Ashley had just completed the two-liter drink challenge at Charlie's; the local restaurant. Anyone who bought a two liter soft drink would get free drinks for a month, as well as their picture on the wall of "Iron guts". What's more is that Gwen had made a bet with Ashley, if Ashley accomplished the challenge, she'd pay for her drink. "Buuuuurp! See, told you I could do it Gwen. Now cough up the cash." Gwen reluctantly pulled out her wallet to pay for her friend's over-sized beverage. Mr. Charlie, the store owner came to congratulate Ashley. "Wow! That's amazing, finishing all that at your size! With you getting free drinks I might as well declare bankruptcy right now." He chuckled. "Now smile for the wall of iron guts". Ashley's tummy hurt from all the soda, but he stood up and smiled for Mr. Charlie. "I gotta say, most people on the wall are pretty portly and unsightly, it'll be nice to add a pretty picture like yours." Ashley blushed. Charlie was not wrong though, Ashley was a beautiful 18 year old girl. She was tall, with long flowing blond locks. On this day she was wearing a white tank top that caressed her shapely body and ample breasts, as well as short shorts that showed her log gorgeous legs.
"Damn!" Said Gwen annoyed. "I would have never offered to pay if i knew you had the bladder of a truck driver. Where does it go?" Ashley smiled. "Hey fair is fair. Now if you'll excuse me, i'm gonna get another soda." "After that!!!?? Are you insane!?" " Hey, i gotta take advantage of the free drinks." She got another drink, this time just a regular sized, and sipped it as she conversed with Gwen. A short while later Gwen checked her watch. "Oh shit, Ash we gotta go or we'll be late for class." Ashley went to refill her drink, and followed Gwen to school.
The girls arrived to their afternoon chemistry class just in time. Ashley finished the last of her soda. They walked into the class and took their seats side by side to each other. An older, stern looking lady walked in, and stood at the front of the class. "Hello class. I am you substitute Ms Major. I have a few rules with my classes. No gum, no phones, no talking unless necessary, no food or drinks, and no leaving the class." The last rule came as a surprise to Ashley. "No leaving class!?" She thought to herself. "This isn't good. I was counting on Mr. Tyler being here he's chill with the bathrooms. This is a long, 3 hour class. Well, she'll let me go if i say it's an emergency." She reassured herself.
Ms Major did role call then read over the lesson for the day. "Ok class, we will be doing the lab on page 69." Go collect your materials, and pair up." "Pardon me miss." A student called out. But we don't have a fire extinguisher. This lab requires us to use bunsen burners. I'll go get an extinguisher from the science department." "No! We do not need one. You will do the lab properly and there will be no accidents." "But miss, the sprinklers in this class aren't working and..." "Don't talk back brat! do as you're told." All the students didn't say anything. They got their materials, among which were bunsen burners, funnels, beakers and various scientific equipment, ad got to work at the lab stations in the class.
Ashley and Gwen set up their station and began working. As always, Gwen did the hands on portion; mixing chemicals etc, and Ashley recorded the observations. The class environment was pretty typical for a lab. Everyone was hard at work, accept for Peter and Dan, the local stoners. They were dicking around and slacking off. Ms Major was busy enforcing her stern rules station to station.
A short while into the experiment Ashley felt a slight sensation in her bladder. "Hey Gwen, i'm uh, having a bit of a problem." "What do you mean?" "Well um, let's just say soda is the kind of thing you rent, if you catch my drift." Gwen thought for a second then she understood. "Oh, well it serves you right for making me pay for that drink. I'm out ten bucks!" The girls chuckled. "I'll just wait a bit and ask. I'll say it's an emergency." The girls worked diligently. Ashley's bladder didn't bother her too much. At times it would get mildly uncomfortable, but nothing she couldn't handle.
Her comfort came to a short end. After about half an hour Ashley's urge to pee became quite strong. She begin fidgeting a bit for comfort. She raised her hand and Ms Major came over. "Miss, i really need to pee. May i please go." "You heard what i said at the beginning of class No!" "But it's really uncomfortable and..." "Nice try, but i know how you teenagers like to skip class. It won't work" She then left. "Fuck, it's pretty serious, my bladder hurts." "Well, you still gotta do your part of the work. This'll teach you a lesson for taking my money." Ashley gave Gwen a dirty look, but continued working. She was dancing and occasionally grabbed her crotch in between note taking, all the while trying to be discrete.
Gwen then got a naughty idea as sort of a means for revenge for the bet. Hey Ash, you coming to soccer practice today?" "Uh yeah..." Ashley asked a bit confused. "Me too, as long s it doesn't rain. Last practice it was pouring buckets. Just rain rain everywhere. Drip, drip." "Uh Gwen, you're making my desperation worse." Gwen gave a devilish grin. "You know i Just love Niagara falls, gallons of water falling freely, nothing holding it back . Woooosh Wooosh." "Shut up Gwen. I'll just ignore you. I know, i'll concentrate on the bunsen burner, fire the opposite of water." "Ah yes, fire. What firemen put out with their hoses spraying powerful streams, freely all over the place, from an endless source of cool gushing water." "Gwen!! I really need to pee stop!." Gwen smirked. "Hey, I payed for a soda i didn't get to drink any of, i gotta enjoy it somehow." Gwen's stories had really done a number on Ashley. Her hands were clamped against her crotch and she was pee dancing. She was copying results but was pausing a lot to tend to her bladder. At this point she made no effort to be discrete about her desperation.
Ashley couldn't take the pain and raised her hand again. The teacher came. "Miss it's a real emergency, i'm gonna pee soon." "You're an adult, you can hold it! Stop whining." "Miss please, i drank over two liters of soda at lunch, this is excruciating!" "You should have gone before class! This'll teach you for next time." "Teach me bu peeing in my pants!?" The teacher said nothing and left.
At this point Ashley was dying. Her bladder was so swollen it made her flat stomach look like a gut. She had completely abandoned recording results to grab herself firmly and dance. The pain in her bladder was unbearable. Sweat began to form on her temples. This was the worst she ever had to pee in her life. She would have normally given in at this point, but it was all mind over matter now. She was determined not to pee herself in front of everyone. With over an hour and a half of class left, her efforts were pointless.
Suddenly, a small fire started in a corner of the room. Peter and Dan were horsing around and accidentally knocked a bunsen burner on the ground. With no extinguisher or sprinklers, that fire would become big and spread. "Alright students, calmly evacuate." Miss major said. Ashley was horror stricken. If the school caught fire, no one would be allowed in for hours while the fire dept investigated, meaning, no bathroom for her for sure. She then had a brilliant idea to solve both problems.
She grabbed a funnel and ran to the fire. She unzipped her shorts, put the funnel over her vagina and began peeing out the fire. Her stream was powerful, releasing all that built up pressure. "Oh god! This feels so good." Ashley had a huge look of relief of her face. She continued as her urine doused the fire,Leaving a giant puddle on the ground. Ashley made sure to get every last drop out before zipping her pants up. Ashley felt wonderful unburdening herself of all that liquid.
The newspaper found out about this and Ashley as named a local hero. |
Clara had never let anyone know how much she liked seeing or hearing about men desperate to pee. She liked it so much that she would spend hours on the internet, searching for male desperation pictures and videos. Although these momentary bits of pleasure provided her with some satisfaction, what she actually wanted was to see a guy holding his crotch and crossing his legs while desperately trying not to wet himself.
Clara had recently welcomed Alex in her home. He was her friend Bridgette’s only son, who had freshly taken admission to the city college.
Since Clara was divorced now and had no kids of her own, she decided it wouldn’t be a bad idea to let Alex stay in her place, of course until he decides to move out.
They both would often visit his parents’ who lived in a nearby village. Bridgette and her husband would seldom pay a visit at Clara’s place too but usually, it was the other way round.
It was another of those days when Alex and Clara had been to his place and were waiting at the station for their train to come, so they could go back home. His parents had also come to see them off at the railway station and Bridgette was getting a bit too melodramatic watching Alex go, although she would see her son again next weekend.
Soon the train arrived and they both climbed in. Alex waved his mom and dad goodbye for another week as the train began to drag along the station platform.
The compartment was only half full, so, they both decided to take the seats at the back, where no one would be seated around them. Alex took the window seat and Clara sat next to him. She popped in her earphones and turned on some light music on her iPod. It was a six hour long journey and Clara had decided to take every opportunity she could have to kick back and relax. She had been working till late for the past few days and hadn’t had the chance to catch up on her sleep.
The air conditioners in the train had made the compartment quite chilly, so she pulled out a neatly folded thin blanket from her bag and wrapped it around herself, covering her hands and upper body. She always carried this blanket around, just in case she ever felt cold.
Soon enough, with the motion of the train, she dozed off listening to the melodious rhythms from the treasure of songs on her playlist.
Clara woke up, rubbed her eyes and checked her watch, it had been an hour since they boarded the train. She saw that Alex was busy reading a book, some kind of novel.
A few minutes later, Clara noticed that Alex was fidgeting a little, moving his legs around, first straightening them, then tucking them back under the seat while continuing to read his book.
Maybe he needed to pee. But the train didn’t have any toilet facilities for the passengers to use and since it was an express, there was no chance of getting off at a station to use the loos either. Clara herself had been thoughtful enough to drink as less as she could before the journey but it looked like Alex hadn’t taken the same precaution.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“Yeah..” Alex smiled, “What made you ask?”
“Nothing, you look uncomfortable..”
“Oh no, I am fine, thanks for asking..” he nodded.
“Okay.”
Clara pulled her blanket tighter around herself and closed her eyes, trying to go back to sleep.
When she woke up she looked immediately at Alex, he was also asleep with his open book resting pages down on his lap.
She reached for her bag and retrieved the can of soda she had brought for herself at the station. She popped it open and emptied it in a few sips. She then placed the empty can back into her bag.
A while passed as she sat looking out of the window. Minutes after they crossed one of the prominent stations on their route, Alex stirred awake from his slumber. Immediately, he placed one hand on his lower abdomen and gently rubbed, as he did so, he winced and looked outside the window.
“Where are we?” he asked.
“Oh, we are almost half way there. A little more than three hours to go,” Clara said, “Do you want something to eat?”
“No..” Alex said shuddering a little.
Clara noticed this and offered him the blanket that she was using, hoping it would protect the boy from getting cold.
“Still feeling cold?” she asked.
“No,” Alex answered in a low voice. Although Alex made it look like the blanket was helping, the actual reason of his shivers was his rapidly filling bladder and the chilly winds from the A/c were only adding to his problem.
He had totally forgotten about the fact that the train they would be boarding to go back home didn’t have any lavatories. It was only when he got on the train that he realized how big a mistake he had made by drinking so much.
He knew he was already holding a lot of urine and he could still feel all the water and coffee he had drunk, streaming into his bladder. He felt worried about having to hold it till they boarded off the train. A considerable part of the journey was still left and he dreaded the idea of waiting so long.
He looked at Clara who was busy on her phone. He could never let her know about how badly he needed to go, that would be so embarrassing. Maybe, he thought, if he slept all the way to their station, he wouldn’t think about the building pressure the whole time.
He turned himself towards the window, his back now facing Clara, tugged the blanket around himself and closed his eyes.
An hour later, Alex woke up. It took him a second to get a grasp of where he was but he was soon overcome by a much more serious need.
He had to pee, very urgently. Pressing his legs together he turned back around to face Clara.
“Where are we now?” he asked her, unable to identify their location by looking out of the window.
“Oh, we’re close, by my estimate, we’ll be there in two hours,” she said.
The boy’s eyes widened when he heard this. That was a lot of time and he wasn’t sure if he could hold it that long.
“Err.. if I am not wrong, we can catch another train from the next station for our place, can’t we?” he asked, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“Yes, but why do you ask?” Clara looked at him.
“Umm, I was hoping to get some snacks from the station canteen you know, I am starving..” he said, pulling the waistband of his jeans away from his swollen bladder.
“Oh, is that it? I have a bag of chips with me,” she said as she quickly pulled it out of her carry bag, “I am sorry, I only have the plain-salted flavor.”
“N-No problem, thanks,” Alex said, taking the packet from Clara. He reluctantly tore the pack open and had a few chips before placing the placket on his lap and looking dejectedly out of the window, bouncing his knees rapidly.
Clara noticed this and also that he wasn’t eating anymore, although he had said that he was starving. That’s when it hit her, Alex needed a wee, the signs were so obvious.
She fought a battle in her mind, thinking of whether she should ask him about it or not, but then decided to not run the risk of embarrassing the boy any further by talking about it.
She went back to what she was doing on her phone, leaving Alex to his business.
Under the blanket, Alex once again had placed a hand on his abdomen and was gently rubbing in a circular motion. He slightly rocked back and forth for a while before placing one hand side on between his knees. He checked the time with the other hand as he began to bounce his knees again before placing a hand between his knees also and squeezing his thighs together.
His lower jaw was shuddering continuously and he looked a bit panicked.
“Still feeling cold?” Clara asked.
“N-No, but I really have to use the loos.”
“Oh, I am sorry but I guess you’ll have to wait till we reach our stop then, there are no loos on board you know,” Clara said, pretending as if she didn’t know about it.
“Hmm..” Alex sighed.
Clara couldn’t help but feel turned on by his desperation now. She had always wanted to witness something like this but never in her wildest dreams had she thought of Alex in this situation. She knew it might be embarrassing for the boy and she wished he would get to relieve himself soon.
Alex grabbed his crotch under blanket and his shoulders sagged in relief. He carefully touched his abdomen to feel how swollen it was even with the waist band of his jeans cutting into it. The pressure was very high and he had to think of a way to contain it before it got too late. He slyly undid his belt and then unbuttoned his jeans. It took off so much pressure from his bladder. He couldn’t have been more grateful for the blanket at this point as it covered all what he was doing.
Although, unbuttoning his jeans helped, his need to pee intensified much more after a while.
Every now and then, Clara could hear Alex grunt in the back of his throat as he fought his body’s urge to let go. He arched his back and rubbed his bladder with one hand as he blew air out through pursed lips slowly. He couldn’t keep his legs still now and they bounced up and down at the knees.
He remained like this for some time, head down, and eyes shut tight, seemingly not caring how he looked.
“Alex, are you alright?” Clara asked in a concerned voice.
“Oh it’s nothing, I just really need to go to the bathroom,” he said, keeping his eyes shut.
“Well, is it an emergency?” she asked.
“Oh no, I can hold it,” he replied quickly.
“I hope the blanket is helping, feeling cold makes you want to pee more.”
“Yeah, it’s warm, thanks,” Alex forced a smile, finally looking at her.
Every now and again he wiggled his hips or pumped his knees and eventually he crossed one leg over the other to take some pressure off his sphincters. Every now and then, he lifted his head a little and looked out of the window, obviously trying to figure how far from their station he was.
He sat with his legs tightly crossed for a good while before opening them for a second and closing them back again. He leant back on his seat and closed his eyes, knowing that calm is the key.
Clara was doing her best not to stare at Alex. His desperation was making her feel so aroused but she somehow was managing to keep her emotions in check. She didn’t want to see him suffer like this, in fact she wanted to help him out of the situation but she didn’t know what to do.
His fists were clenched and he groaned a little every now and then, but it seemed to be holding off the flood for now.
“Oh my god, I seriously need to use the loo,” he moaned, looking out of the window.
Clara heard this and she couldn’t help herself from asking, “Do you think you can hold it till we get there?”
“I don’t know, I feel like I’m about to wet myself,” he responded, closing his eyes tightly.
Clara was sure he was holding his crotch under the blanket. His face was a mixture of sheer terror, pain, exhaustion and panic, and it looked like he was about to have an accident any second.
She was trying to remain outwardly calm as she watched this, imagining how desperately he must want to pee, and how he must be trying to squeeze his cock in an attempt to control himself. If Alex was already at this stage, with at least an hour to go, then he was going to be frantic by the time they arrived at their station. Was he even going to be able to wait that long? And if not, what was he going to do? Carla’s pulse rate increased as she thought about this.
For the next ten minutes, Alex kept rocking back and forth on his seat, trying with every ounce of strength in his body to keep his pants dry.
For Carla, this was a dream come true, sitting next to a young, attractive man who was obviously and increasingly getting desperate to relieve himself. She knew that Alex was absolutely frantic to pee, fighting with all his strength to control himself.
Although this was what she had always wanted to see, her heart ached for Alex. She wished he could make it to the toilets in time but knew his body was not up to this.
Leaning forward slightly, he turned towards her, “ How much longer?”
“45 minutes more,” Clara responded.
“Oh no,, I’m absolutely desperate for a pee, I really don’t think I can last out that long. I don’t know what I am going to do.”
“Just try to keep holding it, Alex,” Clara said, “I know you can do it.”
Since he had admitted wanting to pee, Alex had not made any attempt to hide his desperation, occasionally bending forward to squeeze his cock even tighter. Clara, who had never thought she would get to see something like this in her entire lifetime, was so excited she was finding it difficult to breathe, and quite impossible to look away, wanting to savor every moment.
Was he going to be able to keep this up for another 45 minutes, she wondered.
“It’s no good, I simply can’t hold it back any longer, I’m about to go in my pants,” Alex said, squeezing his cock with all his might, “I have to pee!”
His final exclamation was accompanied by his body bending almost double, indicating a sudden surge of increased desperation. Clara had been about to say that she could not help him, and that he would have to pee on the floor, when she remembered the empty can of soda she had drunk earlier during the journey. Although she wouldn’t have traded this moment with all the money in the world, Clara knew it was the right thing to give the can to Alex so he could pee in it.
“Oh shit, why didn’t I think of this before?”, she quickly pulled it out of her bag and showed it to him, “Is this any good? Can you manage to pee in this?”
“Yes please, I can’t hold it,” he quickly grabbed the can from her, and removed the blanket from his body to reveal his already unbuttoned jeans.
Clara’s eyes shot open on seeing the bulge of his bladder, it was like a basketball jutting out of his abdomen. She had never seen or heard of anyone with such a swollen bladder and she wondered how much he might be holding for it to get so distended like that.
Alex frantically tried to get his cock out from his underwear and pee, but trying not to reveal what he was doing to other passengers. Fortunately there was no-one anywhere immediately around them.
Although Clara really wanted to watch him pee, she steeled herself to look away but finally gave into the irresistible temptation and slyly watched with her side eyes.
As Alex pulled his cock out, a dribble of pee accidentally escaped and wet the front of his jeans. Then he quickly brought the can closer to his penis, holding its tip close to the opening of the container.
He immediately let out a thick stream of pee , pointing it directly into the can through the small opening. Clara watched transfixed at the sight of the jet of clear liquid that he was so expertly directing into the can.
“Oh thank goodness,” he exclaimed, closing his eyes and throwing his face up in relief.
He somehow managed to stop the flow when the can drew full but lost a spurt on the floor.
“Oh no,” he gasped before regaining control.“That’s so much better, at least it’s let some of the pressure off, but I think I could fill more cans if we had them.”
He slid his cock back into his underwear and adopted a more normal sitting position, placing the can on the floor, near his feet.
“Thank you so much, you really saved me there, Ms. Stevens. I thought I was going to wet myself, because I really could not have waited any longer.”
The wet patch on the crutch of his jeans, which could only have been caused by a big spurt in his under-pants, as well as the patch where he had splashed the front as he got his cock out, showed very clearly that he had not been exaggerating. He had actually reached the point where he could not have held back his pee any longer.
“You’re welcome, I hope you are feeling better now,” she asked, her heart was racing because of what she had just seen but she tried to look unaffected.
“Yeah, better than before, but I still have to go really bad,” Alex responded, crossing his legs and drawing in an audible breath.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be there soon,” Clara said.
After around 20 minutes, he began biting his lower lip and resumed rocking back and forth, looking frantically out of the window.
“Are you okay?” Clara asked quickly.
His eyes met hers and she could see the worry in them. “I really want to go to the bathroom” he said, “The pressure is really building back up.”
Clara reached forward and put her hand on his knee. “Are you going to be okay? Sorry to say this but we are still probably half an hour away from our station, are you going to be able to make it?”
“I really don't know. I'm so desperate,'’ he said.
Suddenly, for some reason the train slowed to a crawl and seemed as if it would come to a stop.
“What is happening?” Alex asked in panic.
“I don’t know,” Clara answered.
“Oh my god, tell me we are not stopping, I really have to go to the bathroom,” Alex cried out, crossing his legs tighter and squeezing his crotch, looking around the compartment to see if anyone knew what was happening.
The train came to a complete stop and time began to pass. Ten minutes later they began to move but at a very slow speed.
Stations went passed but the train was simply not going at the speed it should have been, in fact unfortunately for Alex, it began to slow down again.
Alex continued to hold himself between his legs as he painfully watch the train crawl.
His legs were crossed and he was bouncing the top leg up and down. “This is so embarrassing”, he said through gritted teeth “It's getting really hard to hold it”, he had both hands in his lap and was pressing them down into his crotch.
“I really can’t hold it much longer”, he said as he pushed his butt off the seat with his hands. His legs were still crossed when he did this and the look on his face was one of utter desperation. He took a deep breath in and looked out of the window. He sat back down but was moving more now that he wasn’t holding his crotch. He let out an infuriated moan and his fidgeting increased.
The train passed by a few more stations with Alex pressing on his cock through the fabrics of his jeans and underwear.
Clara was beginning to worry for him, it was beginning to look like he wasn’t going to make it after all.
They still had twenty minutes to go before they reached their station, Clara in fact thought it would be more since the train was crawling.
At one point, the train went at walking speed for over ten minutes.Clara could see the boy shivering with pressure. She wished she had a bottle or something for Alex to pee into but unfortunately she didn’t.
“It hurts so bad,” he said as a huge wave of pressure took him over and he did everything in his power to stop from wetting his jeans.
They passed a few more stations, still going far too slow and then once again came to a stop.
“I'm going to wet myself”, said Alex, “I don't think I can hold it anymore”, he was in complete panic. He raised his but off the seat, still with one hand buried between his crossed legs, and bent forward towards Clara.
“Do you think you can hold it for 20 minutes?”, Clara said, knowing full well that it was more like half an hour. It had been about 7 hours since Alex had last been to the toilet and he had consumed a lot of liquid.
“I don't think so,” he said moving uncontrollably.
“Oh my god, hurry up,” he sighed, rubbing his thigh with one hand and holding his crotch with the other, while breathing deep and heavy.
The train once again started up and began to crawl forward. It picked up speed, probably to make up for the lost time.
“Are you okay? Do you think you can make it?” Clara asked again.
“I don’t know..” he replied, his facing frowning. He leaned back on his seat and grabbed his crotch as tightly as he could.
“Just tell me when we are there,” he was in what looked to Clara to be a complete state of concentration.
He was breathing deep and muttering to himself, “Hurry up, please hurry up....”
Another station went by, not the station they were stopping at. Alex had begun to bounce and whine. '”Oh my god,” he said and began to shake his head. “This can't actually be happening”.
“Oh my god,” he cried out again, “I'm going to wet my pants. PLEASE hurry up.”
Then the train began to slow down. Alex looked at Clara, “What’s happening”, he said “Are we there?”
“I think so,” Clara said, “Keep holding on, you’re almost there.”
“My bladder is about to burst any second. I'm seriously going to wet myself,” Alex said.
“I’ll get your luggage, you go pee,” Clara said as she saw the train drawing into the platform.
It was as if the news that he was so close to relief gave him a bit of strength, he started to walk towards the doors.
With a hand jammed in his crotch, despite the embarrassment, he couldn't take it away for a second without completely flooding his pants. People were watching him now but he didn’t care.
They both made it to the door and he couldn’t stand still even for a second.
“Come on please god hurry up”, Alex whined in agony.
Alex had one hand on the door handle, already trying to open it, and the other holding himself for dear life.
“Oh come on, it’s going to come out.”
They could see the platform clearly from in there and as they passed the main building, Clara said, “The toilets are there.”
“Oh god” , he said bending double. “Just stop! For god sakes, please just stop!”
Finally the train came to a halt and Alex desperately pulled on the door handle.
“Come on, come on”, he said and finally they opened.
Alex hurriedly stepped out of the train. The toilets were all the way down the other end of the platform and Alex made for them as fast as he could. He still had one hand gripping his crotch. They weren’t moving very fast but finally they saw the toilets.
“I hope the urinals are not occupied,” he said.
Clara didn't want to tell him that she was almost certain the doors would be locked and he might have bigger problems to deal with.
They got to the toilets and he turned the handle but the door didn’t open.
“Oh my god!” Alex cried out, crossing his legs tightly as he felt a dribble escape, “It is locked!”
Clara found herself at a loss of words, she didn’t know what she could do to help the poor boy out.
She saw a station master nearby and quickly walked towards him, “Excuse me sir but could you please send someone to unlock the loos, it’s an emergency.”
“Well, I am sorry mam but it is time for a shift change and I guess, it would be an hour before the fresh staff comes in, the toilet can be unlocked only after that,” he replied before going his way.
An hour was too long, Clara knew Alex wouldn’t be able to hold it till then.
She hurriedly walked towards him, “The toilets won’t open for another hour, we’ll have to go home.”
Alex, who was leaning on the toilet door with the support of his hand, visibly shook at this, “I can’t hold that long,” he said, a tear rolling out of his left eye.
“You will have to. You’ve come this far, don’t give up now, it’s just a ten minute ride, you’ll make it,” Clara said as she picked the luggage and started to walk, “Come, quick!” she said, stopping on her way and looking over her shoulder at Alex, who hadn’t even taken a step.
Alex somehow walked towards the taxi stand, just out of the station. He limped, holding his crotch, letting only a small leak out before he reached the taxi Clara was standing next to.
“Get in, quick!” she opened the door for him and he carefully stepped inside, crossing his legs again.
After hurriedly loading the luggage in the car trunk, Clara climbed in from the other side of the backseat, holding her blanket in her hand.
The taxi pulled into the road and they began their journey home.
“Could you please step on it?! We are in a hurry!” Clara exclaimed.
“Sure,” the driver responded.
Clara looked at Alex, his face, his tightly coiled body, his legs twisted together, his hand buried deep between his legs, all told her how badly he needed to pee.
She wrapped the blanket around Alex and pulled herself closer to him. She then covered herself with the rest of the blanket before wrapping her arms around his shivering body.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice shaking and eyes brimming with tears.
“I am just making sure you’re not cold, feeling cold makes you want to pee more you know,” she said with a smile.
Tears rolled down Alex’s face. Clara gently guided his head so it rested on her chest.
“I can’t hold it..” he cried.
“You can, believe in yourself, you can hold it,” she said, slightly caressing the back of his head. He was shivering so violently, Clara knew he was on the end of his ropes.
“I am not going to make it..” Alex wailed.
“Ssshhh, don’t worry, you’ll make it, it’s not too long, you’ll make it..” Clara said, continuing to caress his head while looking intently out of the window, hoping they would reach soon.
Alex clutched his crotch as tightly as he could and for the next two minutes neither of them said anything.
It was at this point that his body slowly began to fail. Urine flowed out of his penis in long spurts and he began to cry helplessly. He could feel the wetness spreading across is lap. He pressed his thighs together in one last ditch effort to prevent himself from having an accident but soon the hot spurts turned into a violent stream. Alex wept in pain, but he couldn't do anything; he was peeing in his pants.
“It’s alright, we are almost there,” Clara said, still unaware of what was happening under the blanket.
His urine began to soak into the seat and also into the blanket.
Suddenly, Clara felt the growing wetness beneath her. She was shocked when she realized that Alex was having an accident, right there, in her arms!
“Oh my god!,” she exclaimed.
Alex broke down in painful gasping sobs when he heard this. He tried to pull himself out of Clara’s arms but she didn’t let him.
Alex could barely feel himself peeing now, just the growing wetness around him.
The only support Alex had at this moment was Clara’s understanding hug. He kept peeing for almost a minute and a half, and by the time he was done, he had completely soaked the blanket that he and Clara were sharing.
His cries grew deeper as he hugged back Clara tightly.
“Sshh, it’s okay, it’s okay. Just breathe,” she said.
Alex couldn’t reply, he sobbed rest of the way there.
When they reached home, Clara pulled herself out of the hug and stepped out in her dripping clothes. Her jeans were completely drenched from the back and her top had absorbed a lot of moisture from the blanket too.
Alex trembled as he sat there crying. His breaths came between breaking sobs.
“Honey, we're there, let’s go in,” Clara said, looking at the boy who was sitting with his face in his hands.
He opened his side of the door and quickly stepped out to walk off towards the house. It was only when he stood up that Clara came to know how wet his own clothes were. His jeans were drenched from waist to ankle and his shirt was soaked at the back. She was shocked at the size and impact of his accident. She could’ve never imagined he had to go so much.
Alex went straight inside the house, while Clara collected the luggage from the trunk and also paid the driver for the damage done to the back seat.
Once inside the house, Clara went straight to the boy’s room, to find him sitting in a corner, with his knees buried in his chest and hands wrapped around his legs.
“Honey, are you okay?” she asked, quickly walking up to him.
Alex didn’t respond. With his face held down, he just kept crying.
Clara slowly rubbed his back through his soaked shirt, hoping it would make him feel better.
“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean it, I’ll pay you back for all the damages, I am really sorry, please don’t tell mom and dad about this, please,” Alex cried desperately looking at her.
“Oh no, honey,” Clara said, pulling him into a hug again, “You don’t need to pay me back for anything and I won’t tell anything to your mom and dad, now just relax,” she said, “Please stop crying, honey, it’s OK. It was just an accident.”
Slowly but steadily, his cries died down but his humiliation remained. He could feel his damp clothes clinging heavily to his skin his entire body trembling in shame and embarrassment.
“I really didn’t mean to...i- it just happened,” he whimpered.
“I know sweetie and it’s okay. Now please stop crying,” she said, “Everything’s going to be OK. Why don’t you go take a shower, and I’ll put your clothes in the laundry.”
Feeling tired and broken, Alex simply nodded to this. Once inside the bathroom, he put his wet clothes in the laundry basket and placed it outside the door for Clara to take it down with her.
After a long shower, Alex came back in his bedroom and put on his pajamas, ready to go to sleep. Although he felt hungry, he didn’t feel like eating anything.
When he was about to climb onto his bed, he heard Clara’s voice from the other side of the door, “Hey honey, I’m coming in,” she said.
“Yeah,” Alex responded in a low voice as climbed on his bed.
When Clara walked in, Alex noted that she too had taken a bath and had changed out of her wet clothes to her evening gown.
“I am sorry for ruining your clothes, I promise I’ll pay you back for it,” Alex said even before Clara could utter a word.
“Alex, honey, I already told you that you don’t need to pay me back for anything. It was just an accident, I know you didn't do it on purpose,” she said before sitting next to him on in his bed, “Now, tell me, what will you like have for dinner?”
“N-Nothing, I’m not hungry..” he replied softly.
“Are you sure?” Clara asked.
“Mmm..” he nodded.
“Okay sweetie, I’ll see you in the morning,” Clara said, switching off the lights as she walked out, “Sleep well and if you need anything just let me know, okay? Good Night...,” she said before she closed the door and left.
“Night,” Alex said, as he lied back on his bed and drifted off to sleep. |
Author's Note: All the details of the story are based on my personal town for New Leaf, just in case any customizable names don't match up with anyone else.
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Waiting, standing around, that was the day's job for Digby. He was the guard for the Happy Home Showcase, the one giving tours to anyone who wanted them. The upkeep and designs were handled by his boss, Lyle, so all he had to do was settle down at the base of the entrance staircase just in case someone came by. They usually didn't, the town of Waifus was very underpopulated, the row of stores he was employed on had just about as many characters as the residential side. So, most days, there wasn't any action at all.
At least Waifus was quiet. It was unpopulated, but it was well taken care of, it was on an oceanfront, there were lots of trees, and it was weed-free. Mayor Liam made sure it was a nice place to live, and the citizens loved him for it. He was making the town a veritable beauty, a place anyone would want to move into. Digby was kind of jealous, a job where he could make decisions, make everyone proud of him, and where he could take a few days off all the time with no consequences other than weeds.
Still, he didn't want to complain. It paid well, he was a simple walk from his house, every other business owner on the street was nice to him, it wasn't a terrible position. Especially when Brewster gave him coffee every morning to get him through the day.
Sure, he was awake now, but he was bored. Aside from the rare villager passing by to visit one of the shops, villagers that didn't talk to him, there was very little activity. The only motion most of the time were the birds that would gather outside the gardening shop, and they weren't good for company. So he had to live with being alone. He checked the watch on his left paw. Just before 10. He sighed, this was going to be a long day.
Just as he was contemplating this, someone entered his field of vision coming up onto Main Street, a blue hedgehog. “Hello there, Mabel,” Digby called out. “You're coming up a little late to open the store today. Cutting it close, eh?”
“Hello, Digby. Sable's the one in charge of opening today, so I just have to be there for the customers. She already works so hard in the shop, I get a little worried when she volunteers to go in early or stay late. I don't want her to overexert herself. But I suppose you know what it's like to have a sister that loves to work.”
“Isabelle lives for her work. I start to get a little worried when she spends so much time at Town Hall, like something bad's going to happen to her. I know she's responsible and capable of making her own decisions, but I can't help but be concerned. Is that what you're talking about?”
“I wouldn't be worried about Isabelle, Digby. I'm sure she's just eager to help the mayor to the best of her abilities. He's very personable and charismatic, even got Sable to start conversations with him. That's pretty impressive. Oh, but I should meet her now, before the store opens. Nice to see you, Digby. Give my best to your sister.” Mabel waved goodbye and ran off to the right, disappearing past the front wall of T&T Mart.
It was nice to have the conversation, but now Digby felt the loneliness even worse. This early in the morning, he was worried he might fall asleep if he didn't have some form of engagement, he needed to think about something. After his talk with Mabel, he had Isabelle on his mind. Isabelle was his twin sister, a hard and enthusiastic worker that was always happy to help, even if she was prone to making mistakes. It made a lot of people like her.
Of course, Digby loved her too. She was his sister, that feeling was agiven. The two had always gotten along well since they were puppies, to the point they didn't separate as they became adults and moved to Waifus together. Right now, they shared a house and were doing fine even when they saw each other rarely, what with Isabelle always doing something.
Digby was honestly envious of her work ethic, she took such pride in her job, he had never been so passionate about anything he had done. That seemed like something he wanted to share with her, remind her how much he cared and how much he admired her, he just didn't know how to say it. They were always so close and equal, just thinking about admitting he had fallen behind was forming a tightness at the bottom of his stomach.
Wait, that wasn't his stomach. It was close, but it was a different kind of discomfort. Worried, he checked his watch once again to confirm the time. It was just barely after 10, seeing as he hadn't done anything since talking to Mabel. “It's two hours until lunch and I already have to use the restroom. That second coffee earlier may not have been the best idea.” It was something to be concerned about, but he wasn't going to get hung up on it. His need was noticeable and bothersome, but it really wasn't all that urgent. He should be able to hold it, he rationalized, two hours wasn't that long. He would just have to bear it.
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Half an hour had passed, and Digby was really feeling those morning drinks. The coffee was filtering through his digestive system and pooling up in his bladder, and it was starting to fill. He could no longer stand still, he was shifting his weight from one leg to the other, hoping it would do something to placate nature's call. Now was the time to consider what he could do to relieve the problem.
But what were the options? He didn't want to leave his post, but if he wanted release, he would need to go somewhere else. He couldn't afford to go far, however, lest he be discovered. If he wanted to stand a chance of keeping stealthy, he'd have to limit his choices to the stores on Main Street, and even then, only the ones that wouldn't tell Lyle.
Digby began going down the list of every store on the road, starting with the T&T Mart since it was so close to his current position. Timmy, or Tommy, whoever was who, probably wouldn't tattle on him, but their store didn't have a restroom available to the customers, no matter the pleading. Isabelle had already dealt with that when the two first came to Waifus. Able Sisters didn't have a bathroom either, not that he had ever seen.
As hard as he tried, he couldn't think of any store possibilities. It wasn't even a conern of being caught anymore, none of them had bathrooms at all, none he had seen. He had to wonder what the owners did when they needed a break. Digby started to consider his other options, whatever could work. It would take too long to run back to his house, no matter how quick he was. He could go to the model houses in the Showcase, but none of them had functional plumbing. Sure, it was possible to use those toilets and not have his absence noticed, but he couldn't stay long enough to clean up the mess. His job was just to give tours, he didn't have the cleaning equipment or the reason to use it under normal circumstances.
Basically, he had no access to a restroom. Pickings were slim, and his confidence was wavering. He was even eyeing the two bushes directly to the sides of the walk, just large enough to cover his lower body if he stood behind them. He was seriously considering it, until he shook his head and slapped his cheek to bring him back. “Don't even think about it, Digby. Hold it in, you can do it, it's only an hour and a half.” He wanted to give himself confidence, but with his bladder begging to empty, he couldn't keep composed. He crossed his legs at the knees and bounced, gripping the zipper of his pants along with the body part behind it.
While he was buckling to his body's desire, he caught a glimpse of someone walking up to Main Street. Digby felt his heart jump, terrified of being caught dancing like a little pup, and stood rigid as a statue with his arms by his sides, looking as dignified as he could. Once he was in the safe zone, he could see the one approaching, and it was a red owl girl. She looked confused, until she caught his eye, at which point she waved with her wing and approached him. “Hello sir, is the Museum on this street?” The way she talked was very property and straight, either due to formality or nervousness. Digby knew what that was like, he had to be careful with his words as to not offend and was on edge right now for a simple reason.
He obviously had to answer her, but he was reluctant to speak when he had to pee so bad, just in case his turmoil came across in his speech. He pointed to his left and considered staying quiet, but he was curious. “It's the furthest building down this road. Do you have any relation to Blathers, the owl who runs it?” Maybe it was insensitive to assume a relation just because of species, but with the variety of animals in a small town like Waifus, if there's a physical resemblance, there's relation.
She seemed impressed. “Yes, I'm Blathers' sister, Celeste.”
“Digby, nice to meet you.” He would have extended his paw to shake, but he knew excessive movement would give away his situation, or at least look suspicious. “Your first time in Waifus?”
“It is, I've just been so busy at the observatory, I haven't had the time to come see my brother.”
That piqued Digby's curiosity, he remembered Isabelle being interested in the stars at some point, and there were a few terms he could still recall from that phase. “Oh yeah, constellations like Taurus and Sagittarius, right?”
“Those are the traditional ones, but I'm looking up at the sky and making new ones, like the Big Richard. They just haven't been officially accepted yet. It takes a lot of imagination to make a shape out of stars, but I'm one of those special ones that has no problem seeing them. It's all about being liberal with designs and keeping close attention to which stars shine brightest across the moon's cycles, that decides which stars make up the major points of the animal.”
Digby was fascinated by her talking about her job, it sounded really interesting, he could just tell that Isabelle would love to meet her. So enthralled by her speech, he was almost overlooking his own functions. Almost, he still had quite a lot of urine inside him struggling to burst, but it wasn't as obvious to himself anymore. He could almost stand normally and not draw attention.
Celeste jumped in surprise, and darted her head down the road towards the Museum in a way only an owl could. “Oh, I should probably run, I must be late by now, Blathers must be wondering where I am. It was nice meeting you, Digby.”
Her wings flared out, ready to fly off, but Digby now had one more thing to ask. “Are you going to be at the Museum the time you're here?”
“Not every minute, but I'll be there late. Did you want to come visit me some time?” She fluttered her eyelashes to make her point clear.
Digby got what she was aiming for, but he wasn't ready to follow, not right now. “I'm sure my sister would love to meet you, she's another one that loves romanticizing work. I can only imagine the deep talks you'd have together about something boring.” He was teasing, he didn't look down on Celeste's craft, but the way he said it honestly made it sound more like an Isabelle thing.
“Well, I'd be happy to see her come by in the next few days I'm in town.” Celeste waved her wing and flew away.
Digby watched her leave, smiling at the good talk he just had, and just as soon as she was gone, his bladder's state hit him hard. Celeste had done a good job keeping his mind off it, but all the discomfort he had the fortune to ignore all came back at one moment. That sudden burst of pressure, pounding against his stomach, he was forced into bending over with his paws rubbing against his pants to ease his pain.
It worked, for the time being at least, but Digby absolutely needed a strategy within the next few minutes. If he couldn't think of anything, there were going to be wet pants to pay. He knew what the answer would be, but he checked his watch one more time just in case a miracle had happened. “10:36...no...,” he sputtered out. Still such a long time before his break. “I-I won't make it like this, I'm gonna lose it!” He jerked back upright, his paws not moving in the slightest because removing them was going to cause an accident, and began dancing in place, legs thrusting up and down to keep dry.
Time to make or break it, Digby's decision was now, what was he going to use for a bathroom? He wasn't going to make it to a real one, he just needed an acceptable substitute. His gaze was drawn to the back wall of the T&T Mart, that was completely out of sight. No windows on that end of the building, a cliffside behind it, a row of buildings to its left, the only way he would be seen was by someone walking up the path to the Happy Home Showcase, and he knew that wasn't going to happen. Stomping the stone beneath his feet in desperation, it was seeming more and more like a perfect plan. “I don't care, I need to do this! I'm not holding it any longer!”
Digby stopped his movement that was probably just wasting energy but instincts mandated anyway, and unclasped one paw from the zipper area, leaving the other one right where he had placed it. Carefully and slowly, he used his free paw to undo the metal snap button of his pants, loosening the garment and giving his filled to the brim bladder a little more room to expand. He sighed happily at the little relief it provided, anxiously awaiting when he could feel more really soon.
His attention was pointed downwards as he moved to pull down his zipper, when something appeared at the very top of his sight, out of focus, forcing him to abandon his mission to check. Of course, it had to be the exact thing he didn't want to see right now, the exact thing he would have welcomed not long ago but dreaded now: company. And it wasn't just any stranger he could get rid of quickly, it was Isabelle. Didn't matter if she came this way for any other reason, she would take the time to talk to her brother. Time he couldn't spare right now.
As little as it was going to help, Digby shot his arms back to his side and stood as still as he could physically manage. Maybe if he was distracted and hurried Isabelle, he could just barely make it. That's all he could hope as she approached at a leisurely pace, stopping just a few feet in front of him. “Just as boring as always, Digby?”
“Y-yeah, bad as al-always.” His words came out stammered, he couldn't focus on anything but needing to pee. He didn't realize it until now, but Isabelle would not be a good distraction for him. He was too used to her, she wasn't vying for his attention. The way things were going, the casual start to her talk indicating she'd be staying, he would leak. He didn't make any full-body movements, but he was shaking in place.
Isabelle got an inquisitive look on her face with one eyebrow raised and a head tilt, as she looked her brother over ears to shoes. “What's wrong, Digby? You're acting like you drank too much coffee.”
If he was being questioned, Digby figured he had no reason to hide or lie. He and Isabelle had always had a trusting relationship, he shouldn't lie. “T-that's actually exactly right, I'm seriously going to wet my pants! I've got about a minute AGH!” He felt a small spurt of urine escape his body into his boxer shorts, and he was reacting to both the strain of keeping the rest in and that feeling of wetness pressing against a man's most sensitive part. “Maybe a couple seconds,” he sheepishly admitted, placing his paws right back in their previous location, resuming his dance.
Isabelle was not very taken aback by this happening in front of her. They were twins, there was a full catalog of times they had seen each other very desperate, just the nature of being inseparable. Just a year ago, Digby had helped her in the same predicament, in around the same place too, it was time to return the favor. “So what was your plan?”
“I was just g-gonna use the back wall of the T&T Mart,” he admitted, thrusting his head towards the building for emphasis.
Isabelle considered his proposal, hurrying her thought processes to not put her brother through any unneeded suffering, before shaking her head in disapproval. “Not very good, I'm afraid. It's a perfect hiding spot, but water on the wall would cause way too much noise inside the store, and the gap behind there is too thin to do your business just using it as cover. There'd be evidence.”
Digby was agitated, his bladder was pressing harder and harder by the second and he just wanted release already. “So what would you suggest?”
“The bushes,” she recommended, pointing towards the pair of shrubbery tempting Digby. “It's got enough coverage, the dirt will absorb it, and it's right there. It's about the best you're going to get.”
Digby grimaced at the idea, leaning forward again and rubbing his knees together. “But...but it's so...exposed. It covers some of me, but if anyone sees me, they'll know exactly what I'm doing!” Despite his objections, he was really looking at it as a legitimate idea, he just needed a little more convincing.
Isabelle smiled, ready to provide. “Don't worry, I'll cover you.” She opened up her jacket to her sides, as far as her wingspan would allow. “Besides, you always say no one ever comes up here, you should have enough privacy for a minute or two.”
Digby knew he wasn't going to get anything better within the next few seconds. “T-thanks,” he sputtered as he removed his paws once again and quickly unzipped his pants, loosening his pants to fall down just below his waist. Only when he noticed Isabelle staring at him did he realize he was still standing in the open. “Oh yeah, sorry about that.” He sidestepped behind the bush. “Turn around, Isabelle. You're supposed to be my lookout.”
“I know, just let me move a little closer. There's too much open space between us that someone could see.” She made a couple steps towards him, stopping when she was almost touching the bush herself, at which point she turned away, her legs brushing against the branches.
Digby didn't really feel comfortable with her that close, but he didn't have the time to protest. Besides, if it was Isabelle, it wasn't that bad, she was smart and knew what she was doing. She also had the benefit of not dying of desperation at the moment and would be thinking clearer because of it. So he just went with it because he wanted this over with already.
With just enough privacy, Digby looked down at his crotch and pulled the flaps the zipper connected apart, showing his dark green boxers to no one, so no one could see the Bell-sized wet patch on the front. Just as he was noticing that, another spurt forced its way out just as bad as the first, doubling the stain's radius. He wanted it to stop, no matter how painful it would be, but it wasn't this time. It was just picking up in volume, covering the entire front of the fabric in a matter of seconds. Reeling in shock, Digby grabbed the front waist of the underwear and yanked them down, letting his penis hang free as it shot a waterfall of urine straight into the plant. He grabbed the shaft to aim it higher to avoid the risk of it puddling around his shoes.
Once it was comfortably steady, Digby closed his eyes and let out a mighty sigh of relief. Right now, it didn't matter that he was out in the open, he was peeing out a bulging bladder's worth of contents and that felt really good. Not just the lack of painful throbbing he had grown accustomed to over the last hour, but that feeling of an uneven stream tingling his urethra as it passed through. Absentmindedly caught up in the release, he unconsciously started rubbing the protruding member, making it grow and rise, cutting the river's power, which started sputtering and spraying. Shaken back to what he was doing, he forced his paws still. Now was exactly the worst time to be doing something like that.
He forced himself to stay grounded, and he had to face the reality of this. He was on Main Street, the shopping hub of the town, going potty pretty publicly. Yeah, he had foliage for secrecy and a sister to protect him, but that was small compensation for exposing himself. Okay, having Isabelle was nice, he knew she would do anything she could to keep him safe, that was pretty comforting. She was facing away, keeping quiet, minding her own business, doing anything to make his shame feel calming. Admittedly, her ears were perked up and moving around, but he just assumed it was a reaction to the sound of his pee slamming into the leaves and branches, falling further into the brush and dripping into a quickly-growing puddle gathering right around the roots. It was a symphony of fluid noises, he understood her reacting to it. She was probably also able to smell him, because while his urine didn't smell especially strong, not more than usual, the extraordinary quantity kicked it up to the point his nose scrunched at the odor.
About a minute later, his bladder was almost empty, and the curve of his current decreased to show. He continued adjusting himself to prevent splattering his legs, until it was just unavoidable there'd be some puddle under him. Thankfully, by that point, there was just a couple drops dribbling out the tip, his shoes were dark to hide it. Finally, he had run dry, and he shook his rod to free any leftover drips. Not that it would matter with his boxers in the condition they were, but he wanted to avoid any further damage, however negligible it would be. He stuffed his boyhood back into his pants, cringing at the renewed feeling of it pressed against the moist and cooling clothing, and redid all the pieces to preserve modesty.
Finished and satisfied, Digby stepped out from behind the flora and resumed his normal position as soon as he could. He was about to tell Isabelle, but she turned around on her own without provocation. “I stopped hearing the sounds, figured you were done. You feel better now?”
Digby sighed. “Yeah, I feel better, I really needed that. I just wish I didn't have to degrade myself like that to do it. But I guess I didn't get caught, so I can't really complain. Thanks for the help, Isabelle.”
“Of course! You're my brother, I'm going to help you however I can. Don't you remember doing the same thing for me a year ago?”
“Actually, that's what I was thinking about while this was happening. At least it turned out better for me than it did for you,” he teased, even if didn't blame her for what happened last year.
“Okay, you don't have to bring that part up. You're lucky that you're a boy.” Isabelle looked a little upset, but Digby knew she was just playing, being a tease. “Glad I could help anyway. But it's probably time for us to get back to work. I came here just to check up on the stock at the T&T Mart for the Mayor.”
“Come on, I seriously do appreciate it, not all sisters would do something like that for their brothers. I was thinking about it today, that bond between siblings because it kept being brought to my attention. So...might as well say 'I love you' since it's on my mind.”
Isabelle smiled and got directly next to her brother so she could hug him. “You don't have to outright tell me, I just know. I love you too, Digby, if you need to hear it.”
He was happy for the sensitive moment, but her hug was also giving him a bad feeling too. “Isabelle, do you mind backing off? I really don't need anyone pressing my underwear against my body, not when it's wet.”
Isabelle backed off from the embrace quickly. “Oh, sorry.” An awkward silence followed as both twins looked around to avoid eye contact. Without other senses to distract them, they both noticed the lingering smell. “Sorry that you have to deal with that stench, that's pretty bad.”
“It is, but I can live with it. I've marked my own territory. And I should get back to that territory, and you should go back to your work.”
“You don't have to remind me, I remembered. What would I do if Mayor found out I didn't do my job while he was visiting Mentula?” She thought for a second, and started laughing. “Actually, he's there to visit his sister. Funny coincidence.”
Digby couldn't help but laugh too. “Don't I know it. I also talked to Mabel about Sable, and Blathers' sister dropped by too. I said I'd send you her way to the Museum at some time because you two would get along so well. She studies constellations and the stars, that stuff.”
Isabelle's face lit up. “I'll be sure to do that, she sounds interesting! I just have to get my work done first. Need to run, bye Digby!” She waved and ran into T&T Mart, letting Digby rest without any kind of excitement. It was nice to have a sister like Isabelle, one that would help her brother, even when it was looking out for him when he took a leak behind a bush.
Edited August 28, 2015 by Captain L
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This is a more explicit version of the story that I posted just a few days back. It contains descriptions about certain sexual acts that everyone might not be comfortable reading. Hence those who are interested in purely the desperation and wetting aspect, I’d suggest them to read this edition https://omorashi.org/topic/27446-blanket/ Thank you!
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Clara had never let anyone know how much she liked seeing or hearing about men desperate to pee. She liked it so much that she would spend hours on the internet, searching for male desperation pictures and videos. Although these momentary bits of pleasure provided her with some satisfaction, what she actually wanted was to see a guy holding his crotch and crossing his legs while desperately trying not to wet himself.
Clara had recently welcomed Alex in her home. He was her friend Bridgette’s only son, who had freshly taken admission to the city college.
Since Clara was divorced now and had no kids of her own, she decided it wouldn’t be a bad idea to let Alex stay in her place, of course until he decides to move out.
They both would often visit his parents’ who lived in a nearby village. Bridgette and her husband would seldom pay a visit at Clara’s place too but usually, it was the other way round.
It was another of those days when Alex and Clara had been to his place and were waiting at the station for their train to come, so they could go back home. His parents had also come to see them off at the railway station and Bridgette was getting a bit too melodramatic watching Alex go, although she would see her son again next weekend.
Soon the train arrived and they both climbed in. Alex waved his mom and dad goodbye for another week as the train began to drag along the station platform.
The compartment was only half full, so, they both decided to take the seats at the back, where no one would be seated around them. Alex took the window seat and Clara sat next to him. She popped in her earphones and turned on some light music on her iPod. It was a six hour long journey and Clara had decided to take every opportunity she could have to kick back and relax. She had been working till late for the past few days and hadn’t had the chance to catch up on her sleep.
The air conditioners in the train had made the compartment quite chilly, so she pulled out a neatly folded thin blanket from her bag and wrapped it around herself, covering her hands and upper body. She always carried this blanket around, just in case she ever felt cold.
Soon enough, with the motion of the train, she dozed off listening to the melodious rhythms from the treasure of songs on her playlist.
Clara woke up, rubbed her eyes and checked her watch, it had been an hour since they boarded the train. She saw that Alex was busy reading a book, some kind of novel.
A few minutes later, Clara noticed that Alex was fidgeting a little, moving his legs around, first straightening them, then tucking them back under the seat while continuing to read his book.
Maybe he needed to pee. But the train didn’t have any toilet facilities for the passengers to use and since it was an express, there was no chance of getting off at a station to use the loos either. Clara herself had been thoughtful enough to drink as less as she could before the journey but it looked like Alex hadn’t taken the same precaution.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“Yeah..” Alex smiled, “What made you ask?”
“Nothing, you look uncomfortable..”
“Oh no, I am fine, thanks for asking..” he nodded.
“Okay.”
Clara pulled her blanket tighter around herself and closed her eyes, trying to go back to sleep.
When she woke up she looked immediately at Alex, he was also asleep with his open book resting pages down on his lap.
She reached for her bag and retrieved the can of soda she had brought for herself at the station. She popped it open and emptied it in a few sips. She then placed the empty can back into her bag.
A while passed as she sat looking out of the window. Minutes after they crossed one of the prominent stations on their route, Alex stirred awake from his slumber. Immediately, he placed one hand on his lower abdomen and gently rubbed, as he did so, he winced and looked outside the window.
“Where are we?” he asked.
“Oh, we are almost half way there. A little more than three hours to go,” Clara said, “Do you want something to eat?”
“No..” Alex said shuddering a little.
Clara noticed this and offered him the blanket that she was using, hoping it would protect the boy from getting cold.
“Still feeling cold?” she asked.
“No,” Alex answered in a low voice. Although Alex made it look like the blanket was helping, the actual reason of his shivers was his rapidly filling bladder and the chilly winds from the A/c were only adding to his problem.
He had totally forgotten about the fact that the train they would be boarding to go back home didn’t have any lavatories. It was only when he got on the train that he realized how big a mistake he had made by drinking so much.
He knew he was already holding a lot of urine and he could still feel all the water and coffee he had drunk, streaming into his bladder. He felt worried about having to hold it till they boarded off the train. A considerable part of the journey was still left and he dreaded the idea of waiting so long.
He looked at Clara who was busy on her phone. He could never let her know about how badly he needed to go, that would be so embarrassing. Maybe, he thought, if he slept all the way to their station, he wouldn’t think about the building pressure the whole time.
He turned himself towards the window, his back now facing Clara, tugged the blanket around himself and closed his eyes.
An hour later, Alex woke up. It took him a second to get a grasp of where he was but he was soon overcome by a much more serious need.
He had to pee, very urgently. Pressing his legs together he turned back around to face Clara.
“Where are we now?” he asked her, unable to identify their location by looking out of the window.
“Oh, we’re close, by my estimate, we’ll be there in two hours,” she said.
The boy’s eyes widened when he heard this. That was a lot of time and he wasn’t sure if he could hold it that long.
“Err.. if I am not wrong, we can catch another train from the next station for our place, can’t we?” he asked, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“Yes, but why do you ask?” Clara looked at him.
“Umm, I was hoping to get some snacks from the station canteen you know, I am starving..” he said, pulling the waistband of his jeans away from his swollen bladder.
“Oh, is that it? I have a bag of chips with me,” she said as she quickly pulled it out of her carry bag, “I am sorry, I only have the plain-salted flavor.”
“N-No problem, thanks,” Alex said, taking the packet from Clara. He reluctantly tore the pack open and had a few chips before placing the placket on his lap and looking dejectedly out of the window, bouncing his knees rapidly.
Clara noticed this and also that he wasn’t eating anymore, although he had said that he was starving. That’s when it hit her, Alex needed a wee, the signs were so obvious.
She fought a battle in her mind, thinking of whether she should ask him about it or not, but then decided to not run the risk of embarrassing the boy any further by talking about it.
She went back to what she was doing on her phone, leaving Alex to his business.
Under the blanket, Alex once again had placed a hand on his abdomen and was gently rubbing in a circular motion. He slightly rocked back and forth for a while before placing one hand side on between his knees. He checked the time with the other hand as he began to bounce his knees again before placing a hand between his knees also and squeezing his thighs together.
His lower jaw was shuddering continuously and he looked a bit panicked.
“Still feeling cold?” Clara asked.
“N-No, but I really have to use the loos.”
“Oh, I am sorry but I guess you’ll have to wait till we reach our stop then, there are no loos on board you know,” Clara said, pretending as if she didn’t know about it.
“Hmm..” Alex sighed.
Clara couldn’t help but feel turned on by his desperation now. She had always wanted to witness something like this but never in her wildest dreams had she thought of Alex in this situation. She knew it might be embarrassing for the boy and she wished he would get to relieve himself soon.
Alex grabbed his crotch under blanket and his shoulders sagged in relief. He carefully touched his abdomen to feel how swollen it was even with the waist band of his jeans cutting into it. The pressure was very high and he had to think of a way to contain it before it got too late. He slyly undid his belt and then unbuttoned his jeans. It took off so much pressure from his bladder. He couldn’t have been more grateful for the blanket at this point as it covered all what he was doing.
Although, unbuttoning his jeans helped, his need to pee intensified much more after a while.
Every now and then, Clara could hear Alex grunt in the back of his throat as he fought his body’s urge to let go. He arched his back and rubbed his bladder with one hand as he blew air out through pursed lips slowly. He couldn’t keep his legs still now and they bounced up and down at the knees.
He remained like this for some time, head down, and eyes shut tight, seemingly not caring how he looked.
“Alex, are you alright?” Clara asked in a concerned voice.
“Oh it’s nothing, I just really need to go to the bathroom,” he said, keeping his eyes shut.
“Well, is it an emergency?” she asked.
“Oh no, I can hold it,” he replied quickly.
“I hope the blanket is helping, feeling cold makes you want to pee more.”
“Yeah, it’s warm, thanks,” Alex forced a smile, finally looking at her.
Every now and again he wiggled his hips or pumped his knees and eventually he crossed one leg over the other to take some pressure off his sphincters. Every now and then, he lifted his head a little and looked out of the window, obviously trying to figure how far from their station he was.
He sat with his legs tightly crossed for a good while before opening them for a second and closing them back again. He leant back on his seat and closed his eyes, knowing that calm is the key.
Clara was doing her best not to stare at Alex. His desperation was making her feel so aroused but she somehow was managing to keep her emotions in check. She didn’t want to see him suffer like this, in fact she wanted to help him out of the situation but she didn’t know what to do.
His fists were clenched and he groaned a little every now and then, but it seemed to be holding off the flood for now.
“Oh my god, I seriously need to use the loo,” he moaned, looking out of the window.
Clara heard this and she couldn’t help herself from asking, “Do you think you can hold it till we get there?”
“I don’t know, I feel like I’m about to wet myself,” he responded, closing his eyes tightly.
Clara was sure he was holding his crotch under the blanket. His face was a mixture of sheer terror, pain, exhaustion and panic, and it looked like he was about to have an accident any second.
She was trying to remain outwardly calm as she watched this, imagining how desperately he must want to pee, and how he must be trying to squeeze his cock in an attempt to control himself. If Alex was already at this stage, with at least an hour to go, then he was going to be frantic by the time they arrived at their station. Was he even going to be able to wait that long? And if not, what was he going to do? Carla’s pulse rate increased as she thought about this.
For the next ten minutes, Alex kept rocking back and forth on his seat, trying with every ounce of strength in his body to keep his pants dry.
For Carla, this was a dream come true, sitting next to a young, attractive man who was obviously and increasingly getting desperate to relieve himself. She knew that Alex was absolutely frantic to pee, fighting with all his strength to control himself.
Although this was what she had always wanted to see, her heart ached for Alex. She wished he could make it to the toilets in time but knew his body was not up to this.
Leaning forward slightly, he turned towards her, “ How much longer?”
“45 minutes more,” Clara responded.
“Oh no,, I’m absolutely desperate for a pee, I really don’t think I can last out that long. I don’t know what I am going to do.”
“Just try to keep holding it, Alex,” Clara said, “I know you can do it.”
Since he had admitted wanting to pee, Alex had not made any attempt to hide his desperation, occasionally bending forward to squeeze his cock even tighter. Clara, who had never thought she would get to see something like this in her entire lifetime, was so excited she was finding it difficult to breathe, and quite impossible to look away, wanting to savor every moment.
Was he going to be able to keep this up for another 45 minutes, she wondered.
“It’s no good, I simply can’t hold it back any longer, I’m about to go in my pants,” Alex said, squeezing his cock with all his might, “I have to pee!”
His final exclamation was accompanied by his body bending almost double, indicating a sudden surge of increased desperation. Clara had been about to say that she could not help him, and that he would have to pee on the floor, when she remembered the empty can of soda she had drunk earlier during the journey. Although she wouldn’t have traded this moment with all the money in the world, Clara knew it was the right thing to give the can to Alex so he could pee in it.
“Oh shit, why didn’t I think of this before?”, she quickly pulled it out of her bag and showed it to him, “Is this any good? Can you manage to pee in this?”
“Yes please, I can’t hold it,” he quickly grabbed the can from her, and removed the blanket from his body to reveal his already unbuttoned jeans.
Clara’s eyes shot open on seeing the bulge of his bladder, it was like a basketball jutting out of his abdomen. She had never seen or heard of anyone with such a swollen bladder and she wondered how much he might be holding for it to get so distended like that.
Alex frantically tried to get his cock out from his underwear and pee, but trying not to reveal what he was doing to other passengers. Fortunately there was no-one anywhere immediately around them.
Although Clara really wanted to watch him pee, she steeled herself to look away but finally gave into the irresistible temptation and slyly watched with her side eyes.
As Alex pulled his cock out, a dribble of pee accidentally escaped and wet the front of his jeans. Then he quickly brought the can closer to his penis, holding its tip close to the opening of the container.
He immediately let out a thick stream of pee , pointing it directly into the can through the small opening. Clara watched transfixed at the sight of the jet of clear liquid that he was so expertly directing into the can.
“Oh thank goodness,” he exclaimed, closing his eyes and throwing his face up in relief.
He somehow managed to stop the flow when the can drew full but lost a spurt on the floor.
“Oh no,” he gasped before regaining control.“That’s so much better, at least it’s let some of the pressure off, but I think I could fill more cans if we had them.”
He slid his cock back into his underwear and adopted a more normal sitting position, placing the can on the floor, near his feet.
“Thank you so much, you really saved me there, Ms. Stevens. I thought I was going to wet myself, because I really could not have waited any longer.”
The wet patch on the crutch of his jeans, which could only have been caused by a big spurt in his under-pants, as well as the patch where he had splashed the front as he got his cock out, showed very clearly that he had not been exaggerating. He had actually reached the point where he could not have held back his pee any longer.
“You’re welcome, I hope you are feeling better now,” she asked, her heart was racing because of what she had just seen but she tried to look unaffected.
“Yeah, better than before, but I still have to go really bad,” Alex responded, crossing his legs and drawing in an audible breath.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be there soon,” Clara said.
After around 20 minutes, he began biting his lower lip and resumed rocking back and forth, looking frantically out of the window.
“Are you okay?” Clara asked quickly.
His eyes met hers and she could see the worry in them. “I really want to go to the bathroom” he said, “The pressure is really building back up.”
Clara reached forward and put her hand on his knee. “Are you going to be okay? Sorry to say this but we are still probably half an hour away from our station, are you going to be able to make it?”
“I really don't know. I'm so desperate,'’ he said.
Suddenly, for some reason the train slowed to a crawl and seemed as if it would come to a stop.
“What is happening?” Alex asked in panic.
“I don’t know,” Clara answered.
“Oh my god, tell me we are not stopping, I really have to go to the bathroom,” Alex cried out, crossing his legs tighter and squeezing his crotch, looking around the compartment to see if anyone knew what was happening.
The train came to a complete stop and time began to pass. Ten minutes later they began to move but at a very slow speed.
Stations went passed but the train was simply not going at the speed it should have been, in fact unfortunately for Alex, it began to slow down again.
Alex continued to hold himself between his legs as he painfully watch the train crawl.
His legs were crossed and he was bouncing the top leg up and down. “This is so embarrassing”, he said through gritted teeth “It's getting really hard to hold it”, he had both hands in his lap and was pressing them down into his crotch.
“I really can’t hold it much longer”, he said as he pushed his butt off the seat with his hands. His legs were still crossed when he did this and the look on his face was one of utter desperation. He took a deep breath in and looked out of the window. He sat back down but was moving more now that he wasn’t holding his crotch. He let out an infuriated moan and his fidgeting increased.
The train passed by a few more stations with Alex pressing on his cock through the fabrics of his jeans and underwear.
Clara was beginning to worry for him, it was beginning to look like he wasn’t going to make it after all.
They still had twenty minutes to go before they reached their station, Clara in fact thought it would be more since the train was crawling.
At one point, the train went at walking speed for over ten minutes.Clara could see the boy shivering with pressure. She wished she had a bottle or something for Alex to pee into but unfortunately she didn’t.
“It hurts so bad,” he said as a huge wave of pressure took him over and he did everything in his power to stop from wetting his jeans.
They passed a few more stations, still going far too slow and then once again came to a stop.
“I'm going to wet myself”, said Alex, “I don't think I can hold it anymore”, he was in complete panic. He raised his but off the seat, still with one hand buried between his crossed legs, and bent forward towards Clara.
“Do you think you can hold it for 20 minutes?”, Clara said, knowing full well that it was more like half an hour. It had been about 7 hours since Alex had last been to the toilet and he had consumed a lot of liquid.
“I don't think so,” he said moving uncontrollably.
“Oh my god, hurry up,” he sighed, rubbing his thigh with one hand and holding his crotch with the other, while breathing deep and heavy.
The train once again started up and began to crawl forward. It picked up speed, probably to make up for the lost time.
“Are you okay? Do you think you can make it?” Clara asked again.
“I don’t know..” he replied, his facing frowning. He leaned back on his seat and grabbed his crotch as tightly as he could.
“Just tell me when we are there,” he was in what looked to Clara to be a complete state of concentration.
He was breathing deep and muttering to himself, “Hurry up, please hurry up....”
Another station went by, not the station they were stopping at. Alex had begun to bounce and whine. '”Oh my god,” he said and began to shake his head. “This can't actually be happening”.
“Oh my god,” he cried out again, “I'm going to wet my pants. PLEASE hurry up.”
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Alex was almost in tears. Each minute seemed like eternity as he sat there, bursting to pee. They were just minutes away from their stop but Alex wasn’t sure if he could wait any longer.
Just then, the train began to slow down again. “Oh no, not again, please, not again!,” he wailed.
Clara’s heart beat reached a crescendo as the train started to crawl before it came to a halt completely. A boy, desperate to pee, was trapped in this train, sitting right next to her and she couldn’t have asked for anything more. There were no boundaries to the kind of arousal she was feeling at that moment but she felt bad for the poor boy too.
She did want to help him but had no clue how to. At that moment, a very naughty but effective idea came to her mind, which might help Alex get to the station with dry pants and also give her some much needed sexual gratification.
For a minute she considered the idea in her mind, thinking if she should tell him about it or not. Alex couldn’t sit still even for a second now. He was in a complete panic stricken state, moments away from peeing in his pants uncontrollably.
Clara knew she needed to act quickly or else everything was going to be lost. “Err..Alex?” she said softly, “I think, I can help you with this but only if you promise you’ll not get angry on what I’m about to say..” her heart was beating fast now.
“W-what?” the boy asked, unable to spare anymore energy.
“Umm…if I’m not wrong, men can’t pee when the have an erection right? So, I was thinking if you could let me just….I don’t know…. s-stroke you…. , it might stop your pee from coming out…” she couldn’t stop shivering as she said this. Alex was her friend’s son and she wasn’t allowed to think of him that way, but she just couldn’t help it. She was so turned on.
Alex looked at her shocked and confused, unable to believe what he had just heard. “Are you serious?” he said, his voice shaking due to his immense need to pee. He never had to pee this bad in his entire life and at this moment, he was willing to do anything to be able to hold it till they got to the station.
“Yes, don’t worry, nobody will see,” she said.
Alex turned his face towards the window and closed his eyes. This was certainly not something he was willing to do but anything at this point that might help him hold on was necessary.
Clara carefully took his hand away from his crotch and with his pants already open, she slowly pulled away his underwear to reveal his cock.
She took it in her hand and began to gently stroke. Alex let out a heavy breath, somehow controlling his emotions and his overwhelming need to pee.
“Don’t worry, just relax,” Clara said as a small rivulet of urine escaped his pee hole and slid down her clenched fingers.
His cock was fast to respond to the feminine touch around it and before long, it began to harden.
“Just let me handle it, you don’t have to worry, I won’t let any pee come out, I promise..” she said, in a sultry yet concerned tone.
Alex couldn’t believe what was happening to him. His bladder felt like it was about to explode, yet the sensation around his cock as Clara continued to stroke it, sent waves of pleasure across his spine. His entire body was twitching in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he sat there, helpless.
Clara continued to pump his cock along its slippery length, with what looked like drops of pre-cum oozing out of it, “Is it manageable? Do you still feel close to losing control?” she asked.
Alex just nodded his head in disagreement, still facing away.
Clara felt exceedingly turned on and powerful, knowing that she was helping him hold on, “Let me know when you get close to cumming , if your erection dies, you might lose control,” Clara breathed.
“Hmm..” Alex moaned, his lips pressed tightly inwards.
Clara continued to masturbate the boy as the train stood there with no signs of moving anytime soon. Alex didn’t know how long he could take this. His need to cum was building up fast but he couldn’t just ejaculate yet. He needed to stay erect until they reached the station. It was the toughest battle his body had ever faced and he could only hope Clara would win it for him.
Finally, the train began to move slowly. Alex’s breathing quickened as he edged close to having an orgasm.
“I’m getting close..!” he said abruptly, his chest jutting up in an alarm to warn Clara to slow down.
Clara decelerated the motion of her hand over his penis and just rubbed the base in a slight up down movement.
The train began to pick up speed as she looked intently at the boy’s penis. Another tiny stream of urine flowed out of it and she quickly squeezed his cock to make sure not a drop more came out.
She was shocked to think how desperate Alex might be that pee was coming out of him even when he had a boner.
Clara kept his cock in her hand, squeezing it shut and hoping that nothing would come out till they got to their stop.
Even with his cock standing in full attention, Alex wasn’t sure if he could hold it back any longer.
Then the train once again began to slow down, they had finally reached their stop. Alex looked at Clara, “What’s happening?”, he said “Are we there yet?”
“I think so,” Clara said, “Keep holding on, you’re almost there,” she continued, gripping his cock firmly.
“My bladder is about to burst any second. I'm seriously going to wet myself,” Alex stated.
“I’m letting go off you, from here on, it’s only you who can hold it…,” Clara said, leaving his penis before wiping her wet hand off with a tissue.
“Oh..” Alex gasped as he slid his penis back into his underwear. With Clara’s sensual touch not around it anymore, his erection was dying quickly although he still felt quite aroused. Maybe it was the fear of wetting himself that was killing his horniness. He steeled his sphincters for what was to come and drew a deep breathe.
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“I’ll get your luggage, you go pee,” Clara said as she saw the train drawing into the platform.
It was as if the news that he was so close to relief gave him a bit of strength, he started to walk towards the doors, with a hand jammed in his crotch.
Despite the embarrassment, he couldn't take it away for a second without completely flooding his pants. People were watching him now but he didn’t care.
They both made it to the door and he couldn’t stand still even for a second.
“Come on please god hurry up”, Alex whined in agony.
Alex had one hand on the door handle, already trying to open it, and the other holding himself for dear life.
“Oh come on, it’s going to come out.”
They could see the platform clearly from in there and as they passed the main building, Clara said, “The toilets are there.”
“Oh god” , he said bending double. “Just stop! For god sakes, please just stop!”
Finally the train came to a halt and Alex desperately pulled on the door handle.
“Come on, come on”, he said and finally they opened.
Alex hurriedly stepped out of the train. The toilets were all the way down the other end of the platform and Alex made for them as fast as he could. He still had one hand gripping his crotch. They weren’t moving very fast but finally they saw the toilets.
“I hope the urinals are not occupied,” he said.
Clara didn't want to tell him that she was almost certain the doors would be locked and he might have bigger problems to deal with.
They got to the toilets and he turned the handle but the door didn’t open.
“Oh my god!” Alex cried out, crossing his legs tightly as he felt a dribble escape, “It is locked!”
Clara found herself at a loss of words, she didn’t know what she could do to help the poor boy out now.
She saw a station master nearby and quickly walked towards him, “Excuse me sir but could you please send someone to unlock the loos, it’s an emergency.”
“Well, I am sorry mam but it is time for a shift change and I guess, it would be an hour before the fresh staff comes in, the toilet can be unlocked only after that,” he replied before going his way.
An hour was too long, Clara knew Alex wouldn’t be able to hold it till then.
She hurriedly walked towards him, “The toilets won’t open for another hour, we’ll have to go home.”
Alex, who was leaning on the toilet door with the support of his hand, visibly shook at this, “I can’t hold that long,” he said, a tear rolling out of his left eye.
“You will have to. You’ve come this far, don’t give up now, it’s just a ten minute ride, you’ll make it,” Clara said as she picked the luggage and started to walk, “Come, quick!” she said, stopping on her way and looking over her shoulder at Alex, who hadn’t even taken a step.
He somehow walked towards the taxi stand, just out of the station. He limped, holding his crotch, letting only a small leak out before he reached the taxi Clara was standing next to.
“Get in, quick!” she opened the door for him and he carefully stepped inside, crossing his legs again.
After hurriedly loading the luggage in the car trunk, Clara climbed in from the other side of the car, holding her blanket in her hand.
The taxi pulled into the road and they began their journey home.
“Could you please step on it?! We are in a hurry!” Clara exclaimed.
“Sure,” the driver responded.
Clara looked at Alex, his face, his tightly coiled body, his legs twisted together, his hand buried deep between his legs, all told her how badly he needed to pee.
She draped the blanket around Alex and pulled herself closer to him. She then covered herself with the rest of the blanket before wrapping her arms around his shivering body.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice shaking and eyes brimming with tears.
“I am just making sure you’re not cold, feeling cold makes you want to pee more you know,” she said with a smile.
Tears rolled down Alex’s face. Clara gently guided his head so it rested on her chest.
“I can’t hold it..” he cried.
“You can, believe in yourself, you can hold it,” she said, slightly caressing the back of his head. He was shivering so violently, Clara knew he was on the end of his ropes.
“I am not going to make it..” Alex wailed.
“Ssshhh, don’t worry, you’ll make it, it’s not too long, you’ll make it..” Clara said, continuing to caress his head while looking intently out of the window, hoping they would reach soon.
Alex clutched his crotch as tightly as he could and for the next two minutes neither of them said anything.
It was at this point that his body slowly began to fail. Urine flowed out of his penis in long spurts and he began to cry helplessly. He could feel the wetness spreading across is lap. He pressed his thighs together in one last ditch effort to prevent himself from having an accident but soon the hot spurts turned into a violent stream. Alex wept in pain, but he couldn't do anything; he was peeing in his pants.
“It’s alright, we are almost there,” Clara said, still unaware of what was happening under the blanket.
The boy’s urine began to soak into the seat and also into the blanket.
Suddenly, Clara felt the growing wetness beneath her. She was shocked when she realized that Alex was having an accident, right there, in her arms!
“Oh my god!,” she exclaimed.
Alex broke down in painful gasping sobs when he heard this. He tried to pull himself out of Clara’s arms but she didn’t let him.
Alex could barely feel himself peeing now, just the growing wetness around him.
The only support Alex had at this moment was Clara’s understanding hug. He kept peeing for almost a minute and a half, and by the time he was done, he had completely soaked the blanket that he and Clara were sharing.
His cries grew deeper as he hugged back Clara tightly.
“Sshh, it’s okay, it’s okay. Just breathe,” she said.
Alex couldn’t reply, he sobbed rest of the way there.
When they reached home, Clara pulled herself out of the hug and stepped out in her dripping clothes. Her jeans were completely drenched from the back and her top had absorbed a lot of moisture from the blanket too.
Alex trembled as he sat there crying. His breaths came between breaking sobs.
“Honey, we're there, let’s go in,” Clara said, looking at the boy who was sitting with his face in his hands.
He opened his side of the door and quickly stepped out to walk off towards the house. It was only when he stood up that Clara came to know how wet his own clothes were. His jeans were drenched from waist to ankle and his shirt was soaked at the back. She was shocked at the size and impact of his accident. She could’ve never imagined he had to go so much.
Alex went straight inside the house, while Clara collected the luggage from the trunk and also paid the driver for the damage done to the back seat.
Once inside the house, Clara went straight to the boy’s room, to find him sitting in a corner, with his knees buried in his chest and hands wrapped around his legs.
“Honey, are you okay?” she asked, quickly walking up to him.
Alex didn’t respond. With his face held down, he just kept crying.
Clara slowly rubbed his back through his soaked shirt, hoping it would make him feel better.
“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean it, I’ll pay you back for all the damages, I am really sorry, please don’t tell mom and dad about this, please,” Alex cried desperately looking at her.
“Oh no, honey,” Clara said, pulling him into a hug again, “You don’t need to pay me back for anything and I won’t tell anything to your mom and dad, now just relax,” she said, “Please stop crying, honey, it’s OK. It was just an accident.”
Slowly but steadily, his cries died down but his humiliation remained. He could feel his damp clothes clinging heavily to his skin his entire body trembling in shame and embarrassment.
“I really didn’t mean to...i- it just happened,” he whimpered.
“I know sweetie and it’s okay. Now please stop crying,” she said, “Everything’s going to be OK. Why don’t you go take a shower, and I’ll put your clothes in the laundry.”
Feeling tired and broken, Alex simply nodded to this. Once inside the bathroom, he put his wet clothes in the laundry basket and placed it outside the door for Clara to take it down with her.
After a long shower, Alex came back in his bedroom and put on his pajamas, ready to go to sleep. Although he felt hungry, he didn’t feel like eating anything.
When he was about to climb onto his bed, he heard Clara’s voice from the other side of the door, “Hey honey, I’m coming in,” she said.
“Yeah,” Alex responded in a low voice as he climbed on his bed.
When Clara walked in, Alex noted that she too had taken a bath and had changed out of her wet clothes to her evening gown.
“I am sorry for ruining your clothes, I promise I’ll pay you back for it,” Alex said even before Clara could utter a word.
“Alex, honey, I already told you that you don’t need to pay me back for anything. It was just an accident, I know you didn't do it on purpose,” she said before sitting next to him on in his bed, “Now, tell me, what will you like have for dinner?”
“N-Nothing, I’m not hungry..” he replied softly.
“Are you sure?” Clara asked.
“Mmm..” he nodded.
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“ Are you upset that I touched you down there?” Clara asked, looking at his frowned face.
“Huh?!” he looked up, shocked at the abrupt question. He had decided not to talk to Clara about it ever again but since she had brought it up anyway, there was no point being apprehensive, “N-no, it felt g-good… “
“Really?”
“Yes,” Alex nodded slightly.
“Do you mind if I do it again?” she asked, shyly.
“I- I don’t know…” Alex mumbled.
Clara slowly pushed the boy’s shoulders so that he was lying on his bed. She slid his pajama and underwear down to find that he was already hard.
“Oh honey,” she said as she held his cock in her hand and kissed its tip.
Alex covered his face with both his hands as waves of pleasure ran across his body. It felt so good but he didn’t know if it was right. Clara was her mother’s friend but she was so attractive. She was a stunner at 44 years of age and Alex couldn’t deny the fact that he had at times, felt tempted towards her.
His breathing fastened as Clara pumped the full length of his cock. The pre-cum dripping out of his hole made the motion of her hand all the more slippery.
“I have a confession to make,” she said continuing to stroke him, “I was really turned on by your desperation in the train today. It was so hot to see you struggling to hold on…”
Alex was stunned on hearing this but he didn’t respond. Things were sliding out of his control. He had never imagined everything would get so complicated.
“-but you are my mom’s friend…” he said after a moment, still holding his face in shame, “It’s not right for us to do this…!”
“So what?! Do you want me to stop?” Clara asked, jerking his cock faster.
“No! Please don’t stop! Please! Keep going!”
With the amount of pre-cum dripping out of his member, Clara was sure that he was going to come soon.
Before long, his hips started to twitch and it was clear to her that Alex was close.
“Don’t resist, just let it happen…” she breathed.
Alex could feel his balls getting tighter and semen beginning to rise up the shaft of his penis.
“Aaah!” he sighed as a thick white stream of cum, shot out of his penis, quickly followed by another one.
Clara continued to stroke his boner as she looked shocked at the amount of cum shooting out of this young boy.
“Oh my god!” he breathed as more ropes of semen exploded out of his dick. The cumulative sum of his orgasms was so intense, that he felt like he was about to black out. After a couple of more shots, his cock finally began to grow flaccid but Clara in her excitement, still kept stroking it.
“Fuck, that’s a lot of cum!” she choked back a laugh. She was right, her hand was dripping with his seminal fluid and the bed sheet was soaked too. She couldn’t believe a human could hold such large volume of cum inside him.
“I am so sorry! I’ll clean it up, I am really sorry!” Alex said, sitting back up.
“No, no! It’s okay! I’ll just put the clothes in the laundry,” Clara smiled, still trying to absorb what had just happened.
“I’m really sorry, that always happens to me,” Alex said, holding his face again.
“Oh no! It was great!” Clara said, “But thank god you didn’t let that out in the train or else it would have made a huge mess on my clothes,” she laughed.
“Yeah,” Alex said blushing.
After they awkwardly changed the bed covers together, Clara advised Alex to take some rest. When the boy climbed back on his bed, she decided that it was time for her to leave.
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His heart ached as he watched Clara walking out of his room. But when she reached the doorstep, suddenly, she turned around and looked at him.
Before Alex could understand what was going on, she walked up to him and then, she kissed him. It was pure passion that flowed through both of their bodies for that brief moment.
Suddenly, taking a step back, Clara turned around, “Okay sweetie, I’ll see you in the morning,” she said, switching off the lights as she walked out, “Sleep well and if you need anything just let me know, okay? Good Night...,” she closed the door and left.
“Night,” Alex said dejectedly, as he lied back on his bed and his exhausted body pulled him into deep sleep. |
Lunambra 3 - To Freedom - ENHANCED EDITION - Skip to Part Nine for the new stuff.
Hello, Readers. This is the third and final part in the Lunambra Trilogy. It's been a long journey, but I've loved every minute of writing it. Be warned, this story is darker than the first, and it's a far cry from the lighthearted sexual utopia of the second. It contains descriptions of authentic medieval violence and graphic sexual content far beyond simple desperation. If you're here for what I call a “Wank & Walk”, this may not be for you. If you want a coherent, dramatic story with a persistent Omorashi backdrop, I hope you enjoy it.
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Part One - The End of Peace
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Marina inhaled the fresh morning air, frowning out over the castle courtyard from the window of Prince Baeden's chambers. She was wearing a thin cotton underdress with nothing over it, the closest she could be to naked without her breasts resting in the open air. It reminded her of the first time she had laid with the Prince, and they had stood in this same spot in the pitch darkness of a moonless night as she lost both her virginity and her control of a very full bladder.
She looked down and placed a hand on her protruding belly, rubbing it lightly. Just then, Baeden stepped out onto the balcony behind her, wearing a soft, red velvet tunic. "How are you holding up?" Baeden asked her, placing a hand on her shoulder as they stared into the bright blue sky.
"I don't know how much longer I have. I've already leaked quite a bit under my dress."
Baeden looked down and saw many droplets of wetness darkening the light stone of the balcony between her legs. She turned to him and grasped the front of her dress, pulling it up to her chest. The hair between her legs was glistening, and her belly bulged out nearly three inches past its usual location. He stepped up to her and embraced her, placing his own large hand on her desperate bladder. She leaned up and kissed him. "It's so full. If I had actually been pregnant, this is probably how I would look all the time. It's been five months."
"We've hardly talked about that," Baeden whispered. "Tell me, and be truthful. Did you want a child?"
"No," Marina said adamantly. "I did not want a child, and I doubt that I ever will. But with the potential for pregnancy, came the potential for escape from this place. That is something I will always want, on some level. Anyway, it is not worth thinking about. We're having some morning fun, let us not spoil it with this talk."
"As you say," Baeden responded with a grin. He leaned forwards reached his other hand between her legs, gingerly stroking along her slit with his middle finger. She shuddered and gasped, pressing her face into his chest. He continued this motion as she continued shaking from the sensations. "You've gotten so much stronger down there since I watched you soak yourself on the road," Baeden said, chuckling softly. "As you are now, I bet you could drink half a barrel then walk to Valdus and back, with time left for a spot of tea upon your return. You are truly impressive."
Marina blushed as she rocked back and forth against his finger. It was almost true. During the time they had been a couple, they had tracked her abilities in holding her water. In the first month, she only had to drink a liter of water to cause herself to burst. Three months in, and none of it came out against her will. When she let it go, it filled about three fourths of the tankard she drank it out of. And so Baeden had her drink two. After four hours of desperate squirming, moaning, and gasping into the Prince's bed, she burst all over the large piece of furniture. No warning, no leaking, no hope to avoid it. It had taken two nights and a lot of stealth on Baeden's part to clean the mess. It was only three weeks ago that she drank two liters of water and contained it for over ten hours, at which point the Prince told her to let go to measure. She filled one and a half single-liter jars.
This present day, at the crack of dawn three hours ago, Baeden had watched her drink down three liters of water over the course half an hour, more than she had ever drank before. In order to avoid an event the likes of the bed incident, Marina agreed to move to the balcony once she was truly desperate.
"You should let go of my belly," she told Baeden. "You want me to hold the new amount of water as long as I possibly can, but you're nearly squeezing it out of me. He quickly released her and stepped back, looking over the beautiful woman. Every time he saw her, he thought about how flawless she was in every single way. The wavy red hair, down to the smooth, curved shoulders that led into sleek, toned arms. When he had first seen her naked, she was slender, almost too skinny. In his care and with his training, she had grown into an athletic, powerful woman. Her breasts were firm and her nipples pointed towards the rising sun. Her legs were long and pale, having rarely been exposed to sunlight. Baeden watched, hypnotized, as said legs quivered in desperation. He watched another drop leak out of her and land between them. She smiled up at him, then lurched forwards as a second-long spray hit the ground with force.
"This is it," she gasped.
"Alright, if you're-" A loud knock echoed through Baeden's chamber, followed by the sound of metal clanking. "Someone's unlocking my door, what in the..." He pushed Marina behind the balcony door and leaned out, looking to the door. It flew open and an armored man stormed into the room.
"It's General Gaston," Baeden whispered. "Marina, you HAVE to hold it in just a little longer, he'll hear the splattering. He's not like the common guards who don't care who I bed, he cannot find you here."
Marina nodded fearfully, clamping her legs together and pressing a hand between them. Baeden stepped out of cover and strode into his chamber. "General, what is the meaning of this? What gives you the right to enter my chamber unannounced? I should have you to court," Baeden shouted threateningly.
"What did you do, Baeden?" Gaston yelled back.
"You're going to have to be a little more specific," Baeden responded, meeting the much larger man face-to-neck.
Gaston was breathing heavily, obviously furious for some unknown reason. "Jarkan's siege, five months ago. What did you do to their ambassador? A letter arrived by a royal courrier just this morning, saying that you taunted and humiliated her outside the front gates of this city."
"What do you mean, 'what did I do'? You were there, you saw what happened."
"I was not," Gaston said angrily. "When their catapult went off, I ran to see where it struck. By the time I got back to the wall, everyone was gone except for two guards who told me a deal was made for some land. Tell me now, what happened?"
Baeden sighed. "We made a deal, and then she asked to be let into the city to relieve herself. You know the gate was completely sealed. She ended up wetting herself on our front step. It was no blame of mine."
Gaston blustered out a series of curses. "You know that's not true," he hissed, pointing a finger directly in Baeden's face. "You know the other gate was only barred, or you could have dropped her a key to one of the drainage tunnels. You fight with honor, but when using words as weapons, you have the honor of a child of five. She seeks two thousand gold pieces in damages for what you've done, or she threatens to cast a blight upon our city."
Baeden sighed. "You are my General. You should be smarter than this. Magic is not real."
"It is," Gaston spat. "I seen it with my own-"
"Myeeeehhh-"
Gaston squinted and looked up as he heard the strange whine. "What the hell was that?" he mumbled. And then he started towards the balcony. Baeden sprinted forwards and grabbed his shoulder.
"It's nothing, General. It's just a bird. I hear it sometimes, in the mornings."
"I've never heard any bird like that," Gaston said, but he shrugged and turned around. Just then, the sound of a bucket of water striking stone sounded from the balcony. He tore his shoulder away from Baeden and spun back for the glass door, and he stepped out onto the balcony just as Baeden grabbed him again. "RELEASE ME," Gaston roared, spinning out of his grip. And then his eyes fell on her.
"What in God's name," he whispered as he stared at the red-haired girl, standing in the corner with tears in her eyes and her thin dress pulled above her womanhood as wee trickled onto the stone from between her legs. There was a small puddle beneath her. Baeden guessed that a short torrent had burst out of her, making far too much noise before she was able to close it off.
"You ANIMAL!" Gaston screamed in an absolute rage. "How did you climb up here? You'll be executed for-" Gaston was cut off by Baeden crashing into him, slamming him into the tall stone railing that surrounded the balcony. Gaston spun with his fist raised in a mighty backhand that Baeden dodged by inches. The armored man absorbed a right hook from Baeden and returned with a left uppercut that sent the Prince flying. Baeden hit the ground rolling, and charged back in low to the ground, grasping Gaston's right leg. The General raised both of his fists, coated in plate over chain gauntlets, and slammed them into Baeden's back.
The Prince shouted out in pain, but managed to keep his footing as he threw himself forwards, bringing Gaston up and crashing him down onto his back. Gaston coughed and blinked, a distraction just long enough for Baeden to tear his helmet off his head and toss it aside, before he delivered a series punches so fast that Marina couldn't have counted them if she tried. She stood in the same spot, crying and leaking, as Baeden postured up and landed a final thunderous blow to Gaston's forehead, knocking the man out cold.
Baeden stood up, holding his back and wincing. He turned to Marina, watched her stare helplessly at him as she still held herself. "What do we do?" she breathed, obviously terrified.
Baeden looked between her and Gaston. The Queen would accept Baeden's excuse of protecting the girl, as Gaston absolutely would have killed her on the spot. But he would not be able to protect Marina's place in the city. Finally, he looked up to the woman he truly loved. More than his Kingdom, more than his family, more than his title.
"We run."
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Part Two - Escape
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"Wait here," Baeden ordered. "Yell if he starts waking up." The Prince sprinted inside and to his wardrobe. Tearing the doors open, he grabbed his chainmail coat and pulled it over his head. Next, he grabbed two robes, one of midnight blue and the other a deep royal purple. He put the blue one on and threw the purple over his shoulder. Then he ran to the other side of the room, kicking open the large wooden chest that rested there. Inside were a dozen small sacks of coin, numerous daggers, some letters, and a bottle of red wine. He took two of the daggers and stuck them in the straps of the chainmail, then grasped four of the coin pouches.
Striding back outside, he tossed Marina the purple robe. She pulled it around her shoulders as he dropped the pouches off the balcony. "Come here," he said to Marina. She struggled to walk to him, still containing nearly three liters of water. Her bladder was throbbing with every step, and more liquid was forcing its way into it with every passing second. "Grab my hand, I'll lower you down," Baeden explained.
"I have to wee first, I can barely walk," Marina whispered.
Baeden bit his lip, then nodded. "Yes, but do it quickly."
Marina gasped and spread her legs. The first drops hit the stone just as she heard Gaston groan from behind her. She shrieked and stood straight, twisting her legs together and legging out an anguished moan. The large man was on his knees, shaking his head and blinking rapidly at the sky. "MARINA, NOW!" Baeden shouted. She had no choice, she ran forwards and grasped Baeden's hand, and with great strength he lifted her easily over the balcony, transferring her to his left hand as he got down on the floor. She was four feet from the grass when he let go of her, and she landed in a crouch as another spurt forced its way out of her tortured body.
Baeden was next, effortlessly throwing himself from the balcony and landing in a perfect roll. He gathered up the coin pouches, stuffing them into his robe pockets, then stood straight and grasped Marina's left wrist, pulling her through the courtyard towards the castle gate. "Baeden," she panted as she ran. "You have to let me relieve myself. Here, where nobody can see. I drank too much, it's going to come out any second."
"You can't," Baeden groaned. "Gaston is on his way down here with his personal guards. We can't stop until we're miles from the city."
Marina forced her free hand into her crotch, letting herself be tugged along by the Prince. The front of her dress was already soaked. "I have to do it as we run then," she exhaled. "People will see me."
"NO!" Baeden screamed. She tensed up. Baeden had never shouted at her like that before, and it scared her. "You will lead them straight to us. You will *not* let out a single drop until we are free of the city, do you understand me?"
She fell silent, letting Baeden lead the way as she focused entirely on holding her ocean. Thirty seconds later, they were at the castle gates. Two guards stood on either side, and one of them approached the Prince, his face inquisitive. "My Lord, what are you-"
Baeden pushed past him, then turned and pressed as finger against the guard's chest. "Do not follow us, and if General Gaston tries to come through here, you are to stop or delay him at any cost. This is a military order from your Knight Commander, not a Royal order from your Prince. It can not be overruled, even by the Queen."
"Uhm, wha- Yes, Sir," the guard stuttered, managing a confused salute. Baeden continued through the gate, and he heard it slam shut behind him.
"The gate won't hold him long," Baeden hissed. "He's already decided to kill you, and he will tear those guards apart if they try to stop him from doing so."
"I don't understand," Marina said. "He's not Royalty. He's below both you and the Queen. Why won't he follow your orders?"
"It was a necessity of the time," Baeden explained. "When the King died, every other Royal family on the continent set their eyes on Lunambra. Some tried to arrange a marriage to my mother, some to me even though I was just a child. Some tried to take the Kingdom by force. My mother was not equipped to deal with such chaos, and so she recruited Gaston. Nobody knows where she found him, but he is barely human. An avatar of the laws of Lunambra, and no man or woman of any rank or Royalty can stop him. I've watched him punch out Kings and Princes and then slay every one of their guards in defense of Lunambra. Not only were you half naked and wetting on a Prince's balcony, but if I defend you they will know that I've had you in my bed, which is forbidden."
Marina nodded, growing more afraid of the General than she already was. The pressure in her body was increasing, and she felt another spurt force its way out of her and into the front of her dress which she had bundled against her womanhood. She was trying to keep her eyes on her feet, but she could see people out of the corners of her eyes. What they must think, seeing Prince Baeden dragging an undressed peasant girl through the streets, with her hand shoved into her privates against a wet dress. Baeden gave them no attention as he stormed through the streets. Soon, they were at the stables.
As they approached, the stable girl Mary stepped out from behind a tall, black stallion. "Prince Baeden?" she asked, startled. "What are you doing here? And Marina, you're...what's going on, are you okay?" Marina stood there, hunched over and shaking all over. Now that Baeden had released her, she had dropped the dress and both hands were pressed against her flower, her right middle finger pushing hard against her hole.
Baeden stepped up to Mary, pulling one of the four coin pouches out of his robe. "This is more gold than you will ever see in your whole life, if you stay in this city. With this, you could buy a home, a stable, twenty horses, and feed yourself for a year. You are going to take this, mount the heaviest horse you have, and ride north. You are not to stop or dismount until you're in Jarkan. Make a life there, and never return to Lunambra." He forced the coin pouch against her hands, and she held it tentatively. "I officially release you from your service to Lunambra, and banish you from this city and the lands of this Kingdom for as long as you live."
Mary stayed silent, but she did not look upset or afraid. She mounted the black stallion and looked to the north. "Wait," Baeden said. "Stay here for a moment." He pulled Marina to the side of the stables, and held out his hands in front of him. "Climb up onto the roof. You'll drop down onto my horse, so Gaston won't be able to tell which one you mounted from the footprints."
"I'll wee on your head," Marina whispered.
"Come on, we're almost there," Baeden encouraged her. "Just a few more minutes." She winced and stepped forwards slowly, gingerly raising her right foot and placing it in his hands. He lifted and she grasped his shoulders as she went up. She leaned back, and her soaked dress brushed against Baeden's face. He could smell her on it, and he fought to keep his composure as he pushed her up onto the roof.
He strode to a white mare and climbed onto her thick leather saddle, trotting outside and under the ledge of the stable roof. He motioned to Mary, and she brought her horse right next to his. "Sit on the ledge and slide down, holding onto my back," Baeden explained. Marina did as she was told, and somehow managed to stay dry as she settled into the saddle behind Baeden.
The hard leather pressing against her was cold against her bare skin, the insides of her legs rubbing against the horse's well-groomed hair. Her bladder pushed at her, but her full weight was on the saddle, preventing anything from escaping her. It was painful, but she wouldn't even be able to leak if she kept herself held tight against the leather.
Baeden kicked at the horse, causing it to stomp around in front of the stables, making it impossible to track Mary's prints. "Go," Baeden said to Mary. She nodded at him and took off to the north, kicking up dust behind her.
"Will she be alright?" Marina asked. "Does she have family here? And won't Gaston find her?"
"You know that Lunambra does not hire servants who have families. It's the Queen's choice, she says outside ties makes them potentially disloyal. And she is an expert rider, Gaston will never catch her before she enters Jarkan, and he will not follow her across the Kingdom's borders. She will be safe, she will live a good life."
Baeden turned his horse to the south, and they rode for the city gates.
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Part Three - Separation
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Queen Jenara exhaled slowly, pressing her right hand against her bulging bladder. The quantity of water she had drank at last night's dinner was doing its best to escape her, but her servant, along with her fresh chamberpot, was nowhere to be seen. It was nearly noon, and she would have to get downstairs soon and do her job. But she really did want to relieve herself. That girl better get here soon, or I'll have her in the dungeons for a year. Her other hand was gripping the sheets of her large bed, squeezing the fabric tightly. She spread her legs slightly, sliding her right hand down between them and squeezing tightly. She was getting ready to go find a chamberpot on her own, when there was a powerful knock on her door.
Her eyes went wide and she shut her legs, sitting up quickly and pulling her blankets around her. "It's about time, you simple-”
"It's Gaston," a male voice said loudly. She sighed and pulled the blankets tighter around her chest.
"Enter," she groaned. The door opened and the man stepped through, looking exceedingly disheveled. His medium-length brown hair was tussled and dirty, one eye was black and bleeding, and there was a large, round bruise in the center of his forehead. "What in God's name has happened to you?" she blustered, looking concerned.
"YOUR SON," he shouted. "I went to him this morning to scold him for misconduct during wartime, and I heard noises from his balcony. I tried going out to investigate, and he held me back twice. I finally made my way onto the balcony, and that's when I saw it. There was a peasant woman, athletic build, red hair, completely nude from the waist down, and she was...she-"
"Get it out, Gaston," Jenara said, her brow furrowing.
"She was making water right outside of Baeden's window. At first I thought she had climbed up there and intended it as an act of vandalism, and I planned to punish her for trespassing on Royal grounds, not to mention the lewdness of it. And that's when Baeden attacked me, without any warning. Armor is a disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat, slows you down, and I'm ashamed to admit that he managed to knock me unconscious. When I woke up, he and the whore were gone, and footprints led towards the castle gate."
Jenara just sat there with her mouth hanging slightly open. "Baeden is gone?" she asked softly.
"Yes, my Queen," Gaston confirmed. "I have no idea what the meaning of it is, but he appears to be fleeing the city."
Jenara threw the blanket off and stood, exposing herself fully to Gaston. With an iron will, he kept his gaze at head-level as she strode across the room and opened her wardrobe. She pulled out a light blue dress with corset and an underskirt. "Help me," she said to Gaston.
"That would not be proper, and I have no idea how to put a woman's dress on her. I will fetch the serving girl," the General said.
"I've been waiting for the serving girl for five hours now, and I have a feeling I won't be seeing her any time soon. And it's no different than lacing up armor. Now help me," Jenara ordered. Gaston sighed and stepped towards her. He grasped one of the underskirts and held it open as she stepped into it. He quickly tied up the back, thinking it was indeed much like tying greaves. He reached for the corset next, but Jenara waved his hand away. "That would take too long and there's no need for it," she said, pressing her legs together under the skirt.
"Milady, despite the circumstances, you are still the Queen of Lunambra. Running about the city in improper attire would only serve to humiliate you and upset the citizens."
“Yes, yes,” Jenara reluctantly. She raised her arms above her head, and Gaston pulled the torturous garment around her middle. She stood there, glaring forward with impatience as he laced the back of the corset. Finally, he gave the strings a hard tug. Jenara squeezed her eyes shut as the corset pulled tight against her abdomen, pushing her inflated bladder.
She heard Gaston give a frustrated sigh. “It won't close all the way,” he mumbled.
“I must have gained a bit of weight,” Jenara lied. “As I said before, the corset really isn't-” She was cut off as Gaston gave the ropes another huge pull, and the garment wrapped itself around her. She closed her eyes tightly in an effort to contain her wee until the sudden pressure settled down. The blue dress came next, and while his knots were basic and utilitarian, they worked well enough. Fully dressed now, she hid her bed hair in a wide hat, knowing that Gaston would have no hope of managing it even if he had all the time in the world.
“Are you ready, my Queen?” Gaston asked. “Have you need of your chamberpot?”
Jenara glared at him. “Watch your words, General. We have wasted too much time already, so get moving.” Gaston bowed low and turned, quickly striding out of the chamber. Jenara followed, completely ignoring the way her privates throbbed with every step. It was a long walk down the castle stairs and through the courtyard. Gaston had stopped for a few minutes to explain the situation to his personal guard, and Jenara used the opportunity to squeeze herself under her dress a couple of times behind the cover of the door. What a day for this, she thought. Had she had a moment of privacy after learning of Baeden's disappearance, she would have relieved herself immediately, even if she had to do it on the floor of her room. But she could obviously do no such thing in Gaston's presence, nor let him know what it was she needed. She would handle it while Gaston organized a search party later in the day.
Gaston exited the room them, with six armed and armored guards in tow. “Let us move on to the city,” he said. Soon they were approaching the castle gates. Gaston stopped upon seeing they were closed and barred, and ten castle guards stood in front of them. “What is the meaning of this?” Gaston barked, striding towards them.
One of the ten stepped forwards. “Gaston, Sir,” he said with a bow. “I do not know why, but Prince Baeden himself has issued a military order to us. We are not to let you through this gate.”
“BAEDEN HAS FLED THE CITY!” Gaston roared in the guard's face.
The smaller man stepped back, flinching, but did not move aside. “A military order from the Prince can not be overruled by anyone. Not you, not even the Queen. It is the highest responsibility a Soldier can carry. If he issued such an order, I can only believe that you have betrayed Lunambra in some way.” The guard's right hand began to cross his waist, aiming for the hilt of his broadsword.
Queen Jenara closed her eyes and looked away, but the continuous screams and crashes painted a vivid and violent picture in her mind. Over a minute later it fell silent, and she opened her eyes to a scene of carnage. Each of the ten guards were splayed out in the grass, battered and bloody, but alive and writhing. Gaston stood in the center of them, brushing off his tabard with his his left gauntlet. In his right he was holding his own sword over his shoulder, but he had it held by the blade itself, gripped tightly in his steel grasp.
Gaston looked up to Jenara, catching her eyeing his unusual stance. “Mordhau,” Gaston said to her. “Originally a German technique. Good for both bashing through armor, and taking down opponents without killing them outright. Best have gauntlets on though, or you're not going to have a good time with it.”
“That isn't why I'm looking at you like this,” Jenara said. “I'm just wondering how it is that you just defeated ten trained and armed guards with the back end of a sword, when my son brought you to ground with his bare hands.”
Gaston pursed his lips. “Firstly, he caught me completely off-guard. He got the first strike in, and it put me at a disadvantage. Second, he had no armor on. He was faster than me. These guards were wearing armor, so it was a fair fight.” Jenara ignored the fact that Gaston considered ten versus one as 'fair'. Gaston looked away from the Queen. “Finally, the last sight I had before he jumped me was that of a young woman with her privates out as she pissed on the floor, so damn me if I wasn't the smallest bit distracted.”
“I will ask that you do not use such profanities in the presence of Royalty,” Jenara barked in an attempt to keep up appearances. In reality, just hearing the word “Piss” made her belly throb. She could feel her skin pushed to its limits within the tight corset, unable to expand. She was getting concerned, now. If her body was free, she knew that she could hold it in for many hours if she needed to. But constricted like this, like a crate of salted fish, she felt as vulnerable as she did when she was a child in training. One big secret of hers was that she rarely wore a corset under her dress, only when she left the castle grounds. Though not exactly young, her body was of the type that tended to simply stay in place. Seeing her from the outside, nobody could guess that she had nothing beneath her dress but an underskirt. Even now, the corset did nothing to compress any part of her body except for her bladder.
Gaston turned towards the gatehouse and vaulted through one of the windows, and after a long and very loud session of cranking, the gate was raised enough to pass through. Gaston's guards went through first, crouched down to avoid dinging their helmets. The man himself went through next, and Jenara approached the gate. Gaston held his hand underneath the iron bars, and she took it as she tried to walk under the gate. The moment she bent down, the corset pressed into her. She froze for just a moment as the smallest, quickest drop of wee forced its way out of her straining body. Her legs were spread in her crouch, and as she passed through the gate she could see the little wet spot against the light grey stone. It was the first time she had truly involuntarily released anything since before her eighteenth birthday. She would allow small leaks into her skirts during long meetings, but never completely against her will. This is getting critical, she thought. I have to escape.
Jenara walked gingerly after Gaston for a ways. Civilians were looking at her and whispering to each other, though this was nothing unusual when she walked the city streets. She focused entirely on holding herself until she nearly crashed into Gaston. Looking around, she saw that they were almost at the southern gates, at the city stables. “Two of the best horses are gone,” Gaston said. Jenara glanced to her left and spotted a large wood and stone house that she knew belonged to a woman named Sabina, who she had a small history with and who looked so similar to the Queen that they could easily have been twins. Gaston stepped up to the small stable house and pounded on the door. Nothing. He leaned sideways to peer into a window, and Jenara took the chance.
The Queen ducked sideways, spinning into the cover of a small stone fence. The sudden movement forced another tiny spurt out of her, and she hissed to herself and twisted her legs together, now protected from sight. She had no time though, and she forced herself to move, circling around the back of Sabina's large home. Jenara hobbled to the door and knocked, trying to keep it just loud enough to be heard inside, but not by Gaston. She was losing hope twenty seconds later, but to her immense relief, the door creaked open to reveal her own mirror image in the form of Sabina. Their clothes could be no more different, with Sabina wearing tight leather pants and a loose, red silk shirt that was so soft her nipples could be seen poking out under it.
“Queen Jenara,” Sabina said in a surprised tone. “What are-” Sabina stumbled as Jenara pushed her way inside and started struggling with the knots on the back of her dress.
“Help me, Sabina, please,” Jenara nearly cried. Startled, Sabina stepped forwards and grasped the sloppy knots of Gaston's, pulling them apart and loosening the stitch. Jenara slid her arms out and lowered the top half of the dress to her waist. “Get a blade, cut the corset off, I have no time to untie it.”
Sabina held her questions, it was obvious that the Queen was about to soak the entrance hall floor. Bent at the knees, with one hand between her legs and the other on her belly, she appeared to be at her very limit. Sabina rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a cooking knife, sprinting back into the entrance hall and sliding the thin blade under the corset's many stitches. A few seconds later the garment hit the floor, and the Queen sounded a moan on par with the kind of orgasm that Sabina could only dream about. “That is so much better,” the Queen breathed. “Here, please help me get the dress back up, I have no time to waste here.”
Sabina stepped up and started helping Jenara back into the dress, then paused. “My Queen, the corset may be off, but you must still be desperate for relief. I have an emptied chamberpot, I'll go fetch it for you.”
“Oh, thank you,” Jenara said quickly. “Please hurry, I have no time to waste here.” Sabina nodded and ran into the other room. Jenara stood there topless and squirming, the light underskirt bouncing up and down with her movements. Now that the corset was off, she was in no danger of wetting herself, though she was still very full. She was certainly glad to have a chance for relief before any meetings were called. Sabina reappeared in the doorway, and Jenara started to lift her skirt and squat down. Her hope crashed like a wounded horse as she watched Sabina catch her foot on the leg of her heavy wooden table, tumbling to the ground and releasing the chamberpot from her grip. The bulbous piece of pottery hit the ground hard, shattering into a hundred pieces. Jenara stood straight and stepped back to avoid the sharp clay. “Sabina, are you alright? Did you get cut?”
“Uugh, I'm fine,” Sabina groaned, rolling to her knees. “Sorry about the chamberpot, I'll fetch a bucket from the garden...”
“Gah, no,” Jenara moaned sadly. There are people searching for me, and they might see you and question you. Not to mention that it would take too long at this point. Listen to me, my son Baeden and my servant Marina have fled the city together. I knew this day would come, I've known about those two since our night in the fortress, though obviously I've kept it secret. The city's General is searching for them, but he has no idea where they've gone. I do.” Jenara paused to inhale and cross her legs again. “He probably doesn't even realize it himself, but when he was a very young child, I taught Baeden how to escape the city if it fell to an attacking army. He probably thinks it his own plan, forgetting that it was I who told it to him. He has fled south to Great Oak Village, and either threatened or paid the stable girl to ride north to Jarkan as a decoy.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Sabina asked, staring at the Queen's squirming body. “I have no place in the Royal matters of this city.”
“Oh, you will soon enough,” Jenara panted. “You owe my family your life, and it is time you pay that debt. You used to be a traveler and an adventurer. I assume you are proficient in tracking?”
“I am,” Sabina said, her eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.
“Good,” Jenara whispered. “I have a job for you.”
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Part Four – Oceans
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“Baeden,” Marina choked out as she leaned against his back. “It's been over an hour. You have to stop, just for a minute...”
“He could be after us already,” Baeden said as he spurred the horse onward. “It is not safe yet.”
“Please don't make me wee on the horse,” Marina whimpered through thick tears. Between the pain of her bladder and the stress of their escape, her emotions were scattered and intense. “Please, I don't want to do that. Please, Baeden.”
Baeden looked back at the woman. Her eyes were squeezed shut, sweat and tears dampening her entire face. She winced with every step the horse took, and she was whispering something to herself under her breath. The Price let out an extended sigh. They needed to keep moving, but if she did relieve herself on the horse, the animal could get angry, and it would definitely make them easier to track. He knew how much she drank, he could not expect her to keep it inside of her any longer. He tugged at the reins, slowing the horse to a trot, and he pulled the beast to the side of the path. He jumped off and turned to Marina, holding out one of his large hands. She slid limply off of the horse with a gasp, and she was already wetting herself as he half-dragged her off the road and into the brush.
He plopped down onto the dirt and held Marina close, nuzzling his face in her hair and wrapping his arms around her. The hissing sound reached his ears as they settled down, and he looked between her legs. A puddle was spreading out from under her dress, and he gripped the thin fabric and pulled it up to reveal her red hair down there, with the thick stream flowing out of her. She shivered periodically, and he knew it had to be from the relief rather than any sort of cold. Gaston's blood still coated the knuckles of his right hand, and he leaned forwards to wash it off in Marina's water. “Piss harder, will you? It's not coming off.”
Marina let out a stifled giggle. “That's horrible,” she whispered, though her voice betrayed humor. She placed a hand on her still-bulging bladder and pushed in, and her flow increased. After a bit of scrubbing, Baeden's hands were clean and coated with Marina's scent.
“I can't believe you're still going,” Baeden said to her. “We really do have to move on...”
“Mmm, I'm almost done,” Marina breathed. “Have a wee as well while I'm at it.” She leaned back in the grass and stared at Baeden.
He smiled at her and quickly undid his drawstring. “I'm not desperate, but while I have the chance...” She watched as his manhood came free of his pants. She was slightly surprised to see that it wasn't hard like it always was when Baeden watched her do this, but she figured it made sense under the circumstances. When he was in survival mode, not much else got through to him. He exhaled as he released what he had, letting it flow down the hill to join with Marina's massive puddle. He was finished twenty seconds later, just as Marina's last drop came out of her as well.
“You're going to have to help me up, my legs are weak and I can't feel my belly,” Marina said. The Prince stood up and reached out, pulling the wobbly girl to her feet. They made their way back to the horse and mounted up, and Marina felt so different now that she'd had her relief. They were on their way to freedom, to their own life. “Where are we going?” she asked the Prince.
“There's a town called Great Oak, two hundred and twenty miles south of Lunambra. That is where we are headed. Gaston will follow us as far as feet will carry him. Nowhere in England will be safe for us. He will lead Lunambra to war against every Kingdom, every city, every run-down village, and he will tear every one of them apart until he finds us.”
“So what safety is there in Great Oak?” Marina asked. Every word Baeden said about Gaston made her more terrified of the man. Baeden spoke of him as though he were a force of nature, a violent storm that was capable of wiping cities off the face of the Earth. His reasons were unknown to her, but it was obvious that the General was the one man in the world that Baeden was afraid of.
“Hmm,” Baeden grunted. “Great Oak itself offers no safety. The safety rests in what spans behind Great Oak. Have you ever seen the ocean, Marina?”
“What are you talking about?” Marina stammered. “The ocean is just a bedtime story. At the ends of England, you reach the edge of the Abyss. I've read about it.”
Baeden had to squint and bite his lip to keep from turning and laughing in her face. He shook his head and leaned back against her. “The ocean is very real, Marina. The world is round, it is massive, and England is far from the only place on it. The rivers we've swam in all flow to and from the vastness of the ocean, every drop of rain comes from and returns to the ocean, some way or another. Everything you drink, everything you piss out, all begins and ends with this Earth's oceans. We're going to the docks at Great Oak, we're going to find a ship, find a crew, and we are going to cross the water south. We are going to France.”
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Part Five – Tracks
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Jenara gently closed the door to Sabina's home and patted her dress down, pulling the fabric so it conformed to her body. Now that the corset had been off for a minute, her bladder had stretched back out and the throbbing, unstoppable pressure had faded to a dull ache. She folded her hands in front of her to cover the bulge, hoping to the Heavens that Gaston wouldn't notice that she suddenly looked four months pregnant. She stepped back onto the street and saw the General standing there, ordering his guards around the area. He spotted her and shouted for them to return, and he jogged up to her.
“My Queen, where did you go? You cannot disappear like that!” he shouted, reaching out to grab her shoulders.
She stepped away from him and sighed. “I was just checking the area for the stable girl,” Jenara said. “She knows my voice, and you probably scare her.”
“Do not step out of my sight again,” Gaston snapped. “You may have the authority in politics, but I have it when it comes to protecting you. Anyway, the stable girl is gone. Two sets of tracks lead away from the stables, one to the north and one to the south. He is trying to mislead us, he probably paid her to ride as a decoy.”
“It would not surprise me,” Jenara agreed. She knew that he was smart enough to figure that much out, at least. “So what do you want to do?”
“I'm going to go south,” Gaston stated. “The borders of Jarkan are too close for me to ride far to the north. I will bring two guards with me, and send two north. A General crossing the border will cause problems, the nearby cities know my face. Two guards in civilian clothing can cross unnoticed.”
“And what will you have them do if they find him? You alone may be able to stand against Baeden, but he could kill your guards in his sleep. Send me, Gaston. Let me travel north with your guards. Jarkan knows that it was I who agreed to return their land, they will accommodate me. The two of us are the only people in the Kingdom who have a chance of bringing him home, you with force and me with words.”
“That is unacceptable,” Gaston said simply, shaking his head. “If I must, I will travel south first, then return here and go north afterwards. Crossing the border is a risk I am willing to take if I must.”
“By the time you return, my son will be far out of our reach, and the tracks will be long gone. You know this. The only chance we have to find him is to follow both sets of tracks right here, right now.”
Gaston was noticeably shaking. His two primary duties were tearing themselves apart in front of his eyes. Protect the Queen. Protect the Kingdom. Without Baeden, their military might would drop considerably. But the Queen would never be completely safe traveling without him. Her recent kidnapping was perfect evidence of that. He stood there for a long time, Jenara growing more impatient with each second. “FINE!” he shouted suddenly, slamming his fist on a wooden post of the stable. “But you will have all four of my guards with you. I will travel south alone.”
Jenara nodded. “We have no time to waste. Mount up.”
She strode to her own black mare, which nuzzled against her neck as she approached. She hugged the animal around her nose before stepping beside her and pulling herself up. She silently thanked Sabina for her aid, for she knew that she would have absolutely lost control right there had she tried this with the corset on. The guards were next, mounting nearly identical brown steeds. Gaston climbed atop his massive black stallion, settling into the saddle and looking to the Queen. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked her, his face betraying his worry.
“Yes,” Jenara said. Gaston gave her a final nod, and he reined his horse, storming off towards the south gate. Jenara looked to her new contingent of bodyguards. “What are your names?” she asked them.
The tallest stepped forwards. “I am Jason Hardwick,” he said. He then pointed to the guard on his left, with long brown hair flowing down from his helmet. “That's Nicolas Woods.” He turned his horse slightly, gesturing at the shortest of them. “Kevin Lance,” and to the last of them, “Drake Stonewall.”
“It is good to meet you formally,” Jenara said. “I hope that you will ensure a safe journey.”
“We will protect you with our lives,” Jason stated, giving her a powerful salute.
“Then let us begin,” the Queen told them. She kicked her horse, and led it out of the stable gate and towards the northern district. The city was quiet today, and the tracks were easy to follow. Fifteen minutes later, they were out of the city. It was the smallest guard she had ever left the city with, but they were the best of the guards. She felt the fear in her memories, battering her thoughts with images of herself bound in a dark dungeon, naked and surrounded by men who could have had their way with her at any time. She pushed the fears away. Soon, she would never have to feel fear again.
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Part Six - Rest
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Marina was sore all over. The sun had set some time ago, but Baeden rode on without a thought. It had been ten hours since they stopped for Marina's relief. Baeden was used to riding for hours and hours at a time, but she was not. She had never even been on a horse before. Her bottom throbbed, her womanhood felt bruised, and her back twinged every few seconds. Beyond this, she was very desperate for a wee again. Her bladder pressed into Baeden's back as she was holding him so tightly, in fear of tumbling off the horse in her exhaustion. It was six hours ago that they stopped at a river's edge and drank their fill, not having any skins to carry water with. She was hungry, too. They had brought no food, no heavier clothes, no maps. All she had was the robe, light dress, and faith that Baeden knew where he was going, and could get them there before they starved. Luckily, he said that the river flowed all the way to Great Oak, so hydration would be no issue.
She raised an arm up and patted Baeden's chest. “When can we rest?” she asked. “Gaston cannot track us in the dark, and there is no moon tonight. How you've kept this horse on the road in this darkness, I'll never know.”
“The horse follows the road of his own volition,” Baeden said. “He's a well-trained animal. You are right though, I could have turned off of this path at any time, and Gaston will not keep chase unless he sees the tracks with his own eyes. If only it would rain. I know not how far behind us he is, but he has set up camp for the night, as any professional tracker would. If you wish me to stop, I will.”
“Yes, please,” Marina whispered in his ear. He shivered and pulled on the reins, and the horse came to a slow stop. Baeden dismounted gracefully, but hit the ground with a groan. “Are you alright?” she asked.
“Yeah...just really full of water.”
“Oh, me too,” Marina added. “I've been holding it for hours.” Baeden reached up and helped her blindly slide off the horse, and he guided her into the trees. It took fifteen minutes of feeling and stomping until they found a patch of soft grass comfortable enough to spend the night. The river was a couple meters away from them, the sound of the water making their desperation even worse.
“This will do,” Baeden said. “It's been a long time since I've slept in the open air. I'd be lying if I said there wasn't something charming about it. Oh bloody hell, I've really got to wee...”
“My Prince,” Marina said quietly. “I know you are under a lot of stress, with leaving your home and with the General after us. I understand if you just want to relieve yourself and try to sleep. But I want you to know that if you want to finish what we started this morning, I'm completely willing. I want to celebrate our freedom.”
Baeden closed his eyes, though the action made little difference in the pitch-black night. Had it really been that very morning that they had made their escape from Lunambra? It felt like a week had passed. But it was his first night after abandoning his Kingdom. His future as a ruler. Baeden spat on the ground. I don't want that future. I never did. This woman is my future. Marina gasped as Baeden suddenly grabbed her and hugged her tightly. He hadn't held her like this in a long time, this grasp that was beyond simple passion. It was a hold of pure love, and she felt tears well in her eyes. He kissed her then, and she felt him lowering her into the grass and settling down next to her in a tight embrace. Their feet aimed at the river, their legs intertwined. “I love you, Marina. You're right, I am stressed under all of this. But you are all I care about now. Let's have our celebration.”
“What do you want to do?” she asked him, her voice soft and sexual.
She felt him reach across her body, fumbling with the silk belt that held her robe together. She reached over and did the same for him, and soon the robes were folded over tree branches a few feet away from them. Marina was still in her underdress, and Baeden was in his thin velvet shirt and pants. She ran her fingers over the soft material, and felt him shiver as she reached his hard belly. She gave it a couple of small jabs, and then she felt him grab her hand. He navigated it to his manhood which was pressed forcefully against the velvet pants, and she felt its shape through the fabric. She stroked it as she felt his hand on her own privates, pulling her dress out of the way and settling against her lower hair. His middle finger tickled her in just the right spot, and she began breathing heavily as they stroked each other.
This went on for some time, and she was nearly about to get off when there was a sudden jolt in her bladder and she sent a spurt against Baeden's hands. He laughed softly and rolled to his side, pressing his face into Marina's neck and kissing her gently. She felt two of his fingers slide into her now, stroking in a continuous movement against the soft insides of her womanhood. She gripped him hard through his pants, and he grunted in desperation as she found his drawstring and tore it open. He shifted so his organ slid out of captivity and she could hold it properly. She loved the way it moved in her hand, pulsing along with his deep breaths.
“Wait a moment,” Marina said suddenly. “I've just realized something. After all the time we've been together, I've never seen you wet yourself. You've had me do it dozens of times, but you always go freely in the end, no matter how full you are.” Without another word, she forced his manhood back into his velvet pants and tied the knot tightly. “You're going to stay just like that until you lose control.”
“In that case,” Baeden said, reaching over to grasp her arms. “You're going to stay here.” With a powerful pull, he rolled her on top of him, letting her settle in a mount over his legs. “If you wee on me first, you won't be able to feel me doing it. You certainly won't see it, since it's so dark. So you have to hold it longer than I do.”
Marina wasn't prepared for this. Her flower was clamped shut with all her strength, and she could feel the weight of her bladder pressing down on it. From the other end, she could feel Baeden's stiffness pressing against her through his pants. She knew that men could hold it easier when they were aroused, so she would just have to apply enough pressure. She steadied herself by placing both hands along Baeden's rock-hard bladder, and she began to grind against him in a rhythmic motion. It didn't take Marina long to start regretting everything. She knew she was on the verge of leaking, and she knew how good Baeden was at holding. She leaned forwards, putting more weight on his belly. She felt his knees rise behind her, squeezing together and pressing into her back.
They were both going to burst at any time now, and they both knew it. They had turned it into a contest, something they had done many times, but they had quit trying after Baeden defeated Marina enough consecutive times that it was beginning to depress her. Now, however, she could feel his legs shaking desperately behind her back. She could feel the hardness of his bladder under her hands, she could smell the sweat on him, she could hear his uneven, sharp breathing. She gasped as Baeden shifted, forcing her to roll off of his stomach. He lowered her to the grass beside him and hugged her tightly, then she felt his hand on her own, bringing it between his legs.
“I'm proud of you, Marina,” he whispered to her. “You've really beaten me. I just cannot hold it another second...” Her hand met velvet just as the wetness touched it, and the loud hissing met her ears. She opened her mouth slightly in fascination, grasping around his manhood as he wet himself completely. She felt it spreading down his hips and thighs, pouring into the grass underneath him. He moaned his relief into her ear, and she closed her eyes and shivered as she felt her privates throb with lust. He pushed gently on her shoulder, rolling her onto her back. She opened her legs, expecting him to undo his pants and enter her as he still relieved himself. However, she gasped in surprise as she felt him climb on top of her, straddling her over her waist. His flow fell over her body, soaking her dress and the ground beneath her. She groaned in pleasure and desperation as she thrust her hips up, his wee pouring down her body and pooling between her breasts. She grasped them and pulled them apart under the tight chestline of the underdress, letting the liquid slide down past her neck.
Baeden stopped his flow, and she thought he was finished. However, in the darkness, she couldn't see Baeden lean back. She had no warning whatsoever before her bottom was pushed into the grass by Baeden's whole weight sitting down on her bladder. “NO! NO, NO, NOOO!” she laugh-screamed, slapping at whatever parts of Baeden she could reach. It was an involuntary reaction to the sudden and massive increase in pressure, and it was a brand new sensation to her when the contents of her bladder exploded out of her under his weight. She had wet herself before, yes. But never was it forced out of her under such great pressure. She gasped and fell back, her mouth hanging open, great clumps of grass gripped in her hands. Her whole private region was on fire, in such a good way. She could feel it pumping out of her with such power, and she could hear it splattering into the river – two meters away from her. She reached around Baeden, pressing a hand tightly against herself. Her wee sprayed upwards, flowing against her clit and running over her belly and along Baeden's thighs.
She lurched and moaned her pleasure as she came from that single touch alone, and then she felt Baeden fumbling with his drawstring while he still sat on her. Soon, his manhood was out and held over her, and he took his weight off her bladder as he climbed down between her legs. Her stream immediately slowed to normal, and she felt Baeden pressing his organ against her slit as she sprayed her wee all over it. A second later he was inside of her, holding her legs tightly and powerfully thrusting into her. With each time he entered her, she felt her wee surge out with greater force. She was stunned and smiling stupidly to the dark sky, thinking of nothing else but this minute, this second, as she felt him start weeing again. Inside of her.
“Oooohhhhhhhh,” she groaned, helpless against the pleasure as she got off a second time, and a third, all before he finally collapsed beside her.
“Finish it,” Baeden begged. “I don't know how I've held off this long.” Despite her exhaustion, she was happy to oblige him. She rolled over, taking his manhood in her right hand and placing her soft lips around the tip. She gave it the gentlest lick, and with two quick pumps of her hand, he went stiff as the slick liquid surged into her mouth. She swallowed it without hesitation, and continued sucking on him until it finally went limp. Five minutes later, she fell asleep with it still in her hand.
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Part Seven – Dignity
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Hours and hours had passed since they left Lunambra, and Queen Jenara needed to relieve herself immediately. For so long she rode with the four guards, two in front of her to follow the tracks, and two behind her to guard the rear. They had gone on like this into the night, and they were very nearly at Jarkan's border. Right before the border's watch tower came into view, the guards stopped their horses and began setting up for the night. It was a hot day, and Jenara had been forced to drink to keep her health. Her bladder ached and throbbed, and her womanhood was sore from the saddle, her muscles weakened from the constant bouncing. She barely managed to dismount her horse without spurting in her dress, and yet there was nothing she could do. The guards would not allow her out of their sight. The darkness provided no cover as they started a fire immediately, and her hope of simply shifting her dress up while she sat and weeing into the grass unnoticed was dashed by the guard Nicolas, who spread out a large, soft blanket for her to sleep on. Two guards would be awake at all times, taking shifts to watch her. She was absolutely stuck.
She stood there for a few minutes, staring at the river that flowed freely, taunting her. She slowly took a seat on the large blanket, laying back and cringing as her horribly overfilled bladder settled on top of her. Every breath she took tormented her, sending pangs of desperation that made her feel like she could leak at any second. She could feel it tingling just on the inside of her hole, waiting for her to weaken just enough so it could force its way out of her. These men are not trained to travel with a woman. They won't even think to offer me privacy. It's not like I could accept their offer even if they did give it. Crossing her legs did nothing to relieve the pressure. What's going to happen, I wonder, she found herself thinking. When I simply cannot hold on any longer. Is it really possible for my bladder to explode, or is that just a story told to children to threaten them into weeing before they leave the house? Will I just wet myself in front of the guards?
Hours passed. Time went on and on as she lay there awake, holding herself with everything she was. The pressure increased endlessly as more water continued to force its way into her bladder. The two guards who stood awake would absolutely hear her. The first men in the Kingdom to witness a Queen piss herself like a little child, wetting her blanket. She couldn't let it happen. She reached down and pinched her labia through her dress, squeezing them together. It hurt badly, and she knew it was no long-term plan. She released them quickly, and gasped silently as a drop made its way out of her. She felt it trickle down her vulva and along her bottom, absorbed quickly into her dress. It was much too small to show, thankfully.
I was so close, she cried inwardly. If I could only wait through tomorrow, but it's just too much. I drank so much water, enough to bathe in, and even I have to have limits. Despite everything, I'm still just a person...Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud groan from one of the guards who were taking the first shift. She slowly turned her head to him, keeping her eyes squinted so he would think her asleep at a glance. "Nick, I can't wait any longer. It's been all fucking day.""You can't," Nicolas hissed. "I'm dying over here too, but what if she's awake?" Jenara slammed her eyes shut, and she could feel the gaze of the two men staring at her."She's out cold," the first guard, Jason, said desperately. "Oh shit, it's happening," she heard soft metallic clanking as he fumbled with the front of his armor. A loud hiss immediately followed, and she opened her eyes ever so slightly. She could see his stream in the torchlight, splattering into the grass in front of him."Ah fuck, that's it for me too," Nicolas gasped, pulling his greaves open and bursting into the grass as well.They're so bloody lucky, Jenara screamed inside her head as the two men emptied themselves in front of her. Wait. She suddenly noticed the two other guards snoring loudly behind her, a sound she had been blocking out for three hours past. The two in front of her were facing away, absorbed in their own relief, their ears full of the sound of their own wee. This is it, my only chance. With as much speed as she could muster, she thrust her hips into the air, supporting herself on her shoulder blades. She grasped the front of her dress and pulled it up, and despite her shame and pride, she released an absurdly powerful three-second long spurt that flew through the air, spraying onto the side of a tree that stood over two meters away from her. It cleared the blanket entirely, and she caught the last drops with her hand.It was so much louder than she thought it would be, and she threw her dress back over her legs and collapsed into the blanket just as Jason turned to glance at her. She was frozen in fear that he would realize what had happened, but he just shrugged and returned to his own business. She was breathing like she had run a footrace across the Kingdom, and she had to force herself to settle down before she was noticed.She was still desperate. As desperate as she had ever been in her life. Her flower tingled and her bladder complained strongly against being given such small relief in response to the ocean that it contained. But she was no longer on the verge of wetting herself completely, and that would be enough for this one night.It seemed like such a long time later that the sun finally showed itself. She knew she had slept, at least a little, because she did not remember the other two guards getting up for relief. There was no way they could have held it through the night after all she had watched them drink. She looked down and groaned inwardly as she saw her belly was even bigger than it was last night. She wondered how much it could stretch, how full it could possibly become before it just gave out, in whatever way it would. She knew her skin would accommodate it, having been pregnant. But the bladder itself was a mystery, somehow growing ever fuller as the hours passed. The small amount of relief seemed to give it the time it needed to expand. How embarrassed she would feel if one of the guards noticed it.She stood up as quickly as she could, making her way to the horses. Nicolas came up behind her, offering his hands as a step. She kept facing away from him as she mounted the animal. Her dress rode up in front of her, and she pulled it close to cover up the colossal bulge. She felt her legs quivering, and she just hoped that if she did wet herself, the horse would stay quiet about it. The guards mounted up again and took their places around her, and they rode on.
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Part Eight – The Other Side***********************
Sabina smiled to herself as she watched Queen Jenara arch her back, hike up her dress, and send a spurt of wee through the air with the force of a crossbow bolt. She was equally amused by the two guards who were watering the grass, and she felt herself dampen as she watched them. She pressed her hand between her legs and thumbed herself through her thin cotton pants, biting her lip to stay quiet. The show ended too soon with them lacing up their greaves and returning to their watch. Sabina wished that she could relieve herself as well, but she needed to stay full. She had to be awake to follow them when they departed, and if she was comfortable, she would be at risk of falling asleep. And so she decided to use the pressure in her belly as a method to keep herself awake.
As she was, her bladder was solid and pressing against her belt. She unbuckled the length of leather, and grinned as she saw her belly expand with its newfound freedom. She wasn't bursting yet, but she knew that was going to change soon as her mouth was dry and thirsty. She silently made her way to the river, drinking as much as she could without vomiting. She returned to her spot and sat down, curling her knees in front of her and wrapping her arms around them. She shivered, not from cold, but from the unnatural silence and darkness of the night. All she could see was the Queen and her guards, lit by a firepit that illuminated a radius of about six meters in every direction, casting looming shadows over the grass. Sabina was on the other side of the river, so close to them all, yet perfectly hidden in the pure darkness.
She let her mind wander for some time, watching the Queen's constant but slight squirming. She must be really desperate, Sabina thought. She was nearly wetting herself when she came into my house this morning, and she's been under guard the whole time since then. She has to have had some water since then as well. I wonder how much she's got in there... Sabina poked at her hard belly, feeling twangs of pressure with each jab. It feels so nice. I can't believe I only learned of these sensations so recently. She kept prodding her bladder, harder each time, and clenched her fist as she felt a small trickle leak out of her and soak into her pants.
Ohh, I can't let it all out or I'll fall asleep, but I'm definitely going to leak... She grasped the waistband of the cotton pants, sliding them down her thighs and bunching them by her feet. She sat like this with her privates in the open air, waiting for over an hour. She dribbled a little every few minutes, despite trying as hard as she cold to hold it all in. I know I don't have to hold it all, just enough to keep me awake. I'm just doing it for fun, but it keeps leaking out no matter how hard I try to hold on. How is the Queen staying dry with so much inside of her? Is she that much stronger than me?
Sabina leaned back and squeezed her legs together, placing her right hand between her thighs and pressing her middle finger along her slit, pushing on her wee hole. I'm not going to let any more out. I have to learn to hold it better. I'm already better than most people, but I'm nowhere near the level of Jenara or even Marina. At least I outlasted those guards... Her willful thoughts didn't do much in practice, as just thirty minutes later she was covered in sweat and her whole body was shaking in desperation. She gasped as a spurt forced its way past her finger. She twisted her legs together and curled up on the grass with both hands shoved between them. Despite her desperation, she was very horny. She managed to slide one finger into her hole and she stroked along the warm, slick inside of her body as she bit down on her shirt.
As she went on, more and more wee found its way out of her body. She tried hard to keep it in, but there was just too much water in her. She bit down hard as she nearly reached the peak of her pleasure. She was just about to come when she was interrupted by a male voice. She froze and turned her head across the river, where the two sleeping guards had gotten to their feet. Their voices were clear in the silent night, and she forced herself to remain completely still as they stretched and groaned. Without being able to move, she could no longer hold on. She started weeing hard into the grass, and the sudden relief forced her to orgasm with no warning. She yelped, completely against her will, and her eyes went wide in fear as the two guards turned straight to her. She shut off her flow, the pressure building back up to the bursting point in mere seconds. She grasped around her feet, catching the cotton of her pants and pulling them back up over her still-bulging belly.
“Who's-” one of the guards started, but the other grabbed him round the mouth.
“Don't yell, you'll wake the Queen. We'll go check it out quietly.”
Sabina scrambled backwards, taking cover behind a tree. Her body screamed at her, as though it were thinking: “How dare she wee for just five seconds, doesn't she know how full she is?”
She shook the distracting thought out of her head, peeking out at the guards. They had removed their boots and were already halfway across the river; it must have been a very shallow crossing. She watched in terror as they got near her side, when the taller one stopped and held the other back.
“Listen, Kevin. I'm honestly about to piss my armor. If someone's out there, I can't fight like this.”
“Oh, what in- Ah, forget it, just do it here. I'm ready to burst too.”
Sabina kept staring as they both undid their drawstrings and let the contents of their bladders join the flow of the river. “Please, just forget about me,” she whispered to herself.
“Oy Drake, Kevin, what are you two doing?” came a third voice. One of the other guards had walked to the river's edge. “If you need a piss, do it in the grass while you watch the road. Me and Jason need to sleep.”
“That's not why we're in here,” the Guard Kevin said indignantly. “We heard something from the other side of the river. It almost sounded like a voice. Either a woman or a child.”
“Well, do you plan to capture the person behind the voice in the pitch darkness? Come into the firelight and guard the road as you are supposed to. A woman or a child is no threat to us or the Queen. Now, that's an order.”
“We're the same rank,” Drake complained.
“When we're with Gaston, yes,” Jason said. “But when he's away, I have seniority. You know how it works.”
“Ah, fine. Just let me finish my piss.”
“You know,” Jason said softly, “If there is a woman lurking in the darkness over there, she's got full view of you two sods standing there with your cocks out, and she's probably not impressed.”
“There's no woman,” Kevin moaned. “I'm sure it was just some animal.” Still, he cut off his wee while it was still going strong and shoved himself back inside his pants. Drake did the same, and they returned to the firelight.
Sabina watched as the guards switched places, Kevin and Drake taking the side of the road as Jason and the one unnamed one settled down in the grass behind the Queen, who was apparently a startlingly deep sleeper, despite the absurd fullness of her bladder. Sabina could see the shape of it from here, ten meters away.
The thought of it brought her crashing back to reality, and she realized all at once that she was soaking herself completely. Her entire bottom was surrounded by a large puddle, warm against her skin. Her cotton pants clung to her body from the wetness, and she could feel it still flowing strongly out of her. She sighed and leaned back against the tree, giving up entirely as she emptied herself through her pants. It felt so good, and if she wasn't still in the middle of an adrenaline rush from nearly getting caught, she likely would have begun pleasuring herself again. She remembered the first time she had wet herself in fear, when she was kidnapped in place of Queen Jenara.
She was simply traveling along the road, on her way from Lunambra to Jarkan, when ten men appeared from the snowbanks wearing white furs. Three of them grabbed her, and she soaked her pants right then and there. She wasn't even desperate, it was just pure fear. It felt much the same now, complete unawareness that she had lost control until the shock subsided. Except this time, the liquid within her was enough to saturate her pants and snake all the way down to the river. Thirty seconds later it tapered off to a trickle, then finally stopped. She felt herself over the pants, smiling at how tightly the wet cotton hugged her womanhood. She could feel every bit of it through the thin fabric, and despite the recent threat from the guards, she couldn't help but slide her hand into her pants and start all over again.
Pleasure kept her awake for the rest of the night, and she could barely feel her hands, or privates, when the sun finally made itself known. While it was still dark enough to stay hidden, she stumbled to her feet and hobbled through the trees, ready to continue her pursuit.
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Part Nine - Tower
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After only an hour of riding, Jenara spotted Jarkan's border watchtower as they turned a corner around the trees. It loomed over the open plain that marked Jarkan's newly cleared border, casting a shadow that spanned into the distance. Only seconds after they rode into the open, a large blue flag rose over the top of the tower. She knew the code: Upon spotting a party approaching the tower, a different flag was risen depending on the threat level. Green for known citizens and allies, blue for unknown parties, and red for active enemies. Depending on the color, the other towers along the border would react appropriately. They would now be watching with spyglasses, waiting to see the interactions that took place.
As they got closer to the tower, Jenara spotted three armored men on horseback, wearing the green and yellow sigil of Jarkan. The three men rushed towards them, grasping shields and spears. It was not a threat, just an expected precaution for unknowns crossing the border. They met a minute later, and Jason rode ahead to greet them. There was a shaking of hands and quiet introductions that Jenara could not make out, and then the leader of Jarkan's men looked up at her, his eyes open in surprise. “The Queen of Lunambra!” he shouted happily. “I am Curtis Ryder, a simple watchman. It's my honor to greet you here today. It is known that you are the one who agreed to return our farmlands. My family lost our home when your Kingdom claimed said land in the past, but I know that was the doing of your old King. I hold no grudge against you, we have our land back and we are happy.”
Jenara forced an awkward smile. She was honestly pleased with the man's words; she always enjoyed it when her choices were praised by common people. However, the constant pressure and throbbing between her legs made it very hard to correctly display emotions. “It was my pleasure. I told my late husband that he was making the wrong choice invading your Kingdom, that we should focus on an alliance with Valdus. I am glad that we have found our peace.”
Curtis perked up, his face beaming. It was likely the only time in his life that he had been directly addressed by Royalty, let alone in a positive manner. “Please, My Quee- Wait, you're not really my Queen, are you? I apologize, I'm not quite sure how I should refer to you...”
“You may refer to me by my name. I am Jenara. I feel that the disuse of formal titles would be a fair sign of equality and good faith upon our first meeting, as you have no Royalty here for me to address properly.”
Curtis looked about ready to wet himself from pure excitement. She shook the image away. It was a problem that she had. Whenever she was desperate for relief, most of her thoughts somehow twisted their way straight to piss. “Please, join us in the tower for breakfast and some comfortable chairs.”
It was Jason that spoke up next. “I thank you for the offer, but we must continue following this road posthaste. We are tracking a pair of...errhm, escaped servants. They would have come through here either late last night or very early this morning. I was not expecting such a large guard presence here, did you see anyone?”
Curtis looked down at the back of his horse's neck. “Er, we did not,” he mumbled. “There was nobody throughout the night.”
“You are not convincing,” Jason snapped. “Speak the truth, you are in the presence of Royalty.”
“Oh damn it, yes, a horse rode through here late last night. Only one guard saw it, it was moving so fast and in such darkness. He has no idea who the rider may have been, or even how many people were on the horse. I figured that whatever a single animal could carry would be no threat, and I had him withhold the information. I felt there was no need to risk our jobs for one or two riders.”
Jason sighed loudly. “If we lose our targets, this is on your head,” he hissed, jabbing his finger at Curtis. “Good faith be damned.”
“Yes, Sir,” Curtis mumbled. “I understand, it was wrong of me. Please, continue on your way.”
“Wait,” Jenara said suddenly. “I think we will accept your offer of hospitality. I am sure my guards are hungry, and my back is sore from riding and sleeping on the ground. If you could give me a private room with a bed in which to rest for just a couple of hours, I would be very grateful to you.”
“My Queen,” Nicolas whispered quickly. “We have to keep chase, they get further away with every second passed.”
“You will obey me,” Jenara said sternly and loudly. “If they will allow us the opportunity, anyway?” she finished much more politely, turning back to Curtis.
“Of course, of c-course,” Curtis said with a slight stutter. “It would be the least we could do to make up for our mistake last night.”
“I thank you. With haste, then,” Jenara said loudly over the whispered protests of her guards. She ignored them completely as she reined her horse to follow Curtis towards the tower. It was a short ride, and soon they were dismounting and making their way into the base of the construct. It was more ornate than Jenara would have imagined on the inside, with high-end carpentry and masonry and decorations that looked much far beyond the means of the guards that resided here. There were many more men inside the tower, most wearing Jarkan guard armor. However, there were quite a few who were wearing basic unmarked leathers and darkened chain, as well as one in a wide black cloak who sat facing away from them at a dining table. And then it hit her. Oh, damn it. This may have been a mistake. They may be official guards of Jarkan, but they are hardly better than common bandits. All of this is stolen from passing merchant caravans. It's a toll scam. Peasants would not know any better.
Still, Jenara kept herself silent. If she made her assessment known, her guards would likely drag her out of there by force under the guise of protection. The only thing that needed protecting at the moment was her dignity. She would get into her room, relieve herself in a chamberpot or straight out the window if there wasn't one, then ask to leave. The Jarkan men would never risk attacking a Royal party, anyway. It was safe enough. “Excuse me, Quee-, er, Jenara,” Curtis stammered. “Would you like some wine before your rest?” He was standing there with his arm already outstretched with full glass in-hand.
Jenara fought hard not to physically recoil. “Oh, I couldn't possi-” she stopped herself there. One of the last things she wanted to do here was chance insulting these men when they could potentially turn hostile. Besides, relief was only a minute away. She reached out and accepted the glass, holding it gently as he passed more glasses out to the guards of Lunambra.
Finally, Curtis held out his own glass. “Cheers!” he called, and he went for a sip.
Jenara downed her glass in one go as her guards enjoyed their own wine. “That was very nice, thank you,” Jenara said, performing a weak impression of a proper curtsy. “However, my back is very sore. I would like that bed, if it is still alright with you?”
“Of course,” Curtis replied. “If you would follow me.” Jenara turned to step after Curtis, and he lead her to the base of the tower's staircase. “We often sleep on the ground level so we can get outside quicker, or in the basement when it is a warm day. However, we keep a more upscale room nearly at the top, for when travelers of higher stature stop by.”
Jenara's bladder kicked her in the arse at the thought of climbing up stairs when it was this full. “It is alright, I will gladly take a basement room...”
“Nonsense!” Curtis said cheerily. “The tower room has everything it needs to make a Queen at home, and the basement offers no privacy. It would be far more comfortable upstairs.
I'll soak the stairs, you complete idiot, her mind screamed at him. Still, there was no escaping it. She lifted her right leg and took the first step of the tall tower, then another with her left. Every time she raised a leg, her thigh pressed into the bottom of her bladder, causing it to send out a pulse of pain and pressure that rippled through her body. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, and she pressed her thighs together, her hands gripped in tight fists, nails digging into her pale skin. Jenara gasped in pain, audibly but quietly, and her bladder contracted strongly. Unable to stop it with her strongest will, she felt her hole open and for a full second, she burst into the folds of her dress. She froze in panic and quickly stood straight, clenching her muscles, stopping herself from wetting her dress any further. Looking down in horror and shame, she saw the wet spot on her dress, now dark blue from the sudden spurt of liquid.
Despite her humiliation, she was above the threshold of the second floor, and she knew that nobody saw her. The dress had absorbed her leak, and there was no spot on the step. With that one second of relief, she managed to continue up the steps without any more forcing its way out of her. Finally she came to a thick wooden door, and she grasped the handle and stumbled inside. She would have shouted in joy if there was nobody around; the first thing she saw upon entering the room was a large stone-carved chamberpot resting next to an ornate bed. She was already pulling her dress up as she approached it, squatting down and pressing the rim against her bottom. She looked up, ready to moan into the open air in her relief- When she found herself eye-to-eye with a dark-haired woman, standing in the corner of the room, hidden behind the door. She was wearing a white underdress and nothing more, and she was smiling at the Queen. A wide grin that masked obvious hatred.
Jenara shrieked as loud as her lungs could manage, jumping to her feet as the pain increased and her bladder went into a violent spasm. Her muscles tensed and then vibrated, and her entire body convulsed. How she didn't explode on the spot, she would never know.
“You,” Jenara hissed. “The ambassador. Kaitlen, yes?” Jenara released her dress, letting it fall back down over her legs. Jenara started to shake, her bladder pulsing violently inside of her, her body screaming, all that water about to explode out of her clenched lips, but somehow she held on. “What...do you want?”
“I want your son's head on the end of a spear,” Kaitlen whispered, stepping forwards towards Jenara as she raised the front of her own short dress, drawing a slender dagger from a sheath that was strapped to her thigh. “I know you have not come here alone. Where is he?”
“I don't know,” Jenara spat. “That is why I am here. I am searching for him. How did you even get in here?”
“Sorceress,” Kaitlen said simply.
“That's shite, and you know it,” Jenara retaliated. “There is no magic in this world, it is a fool's fantasy and a scapegoat to start wars against innocents. Did you bribe the guards?”
“Absolutely not,” Kaitlen groaned with disdain. “It would be shameful to promote corruption within my home Kingdom.”
“You are a fool,” Jenara choked out as she tightened her legs further. No matter what, I cannot lose control in front of her. “The guards here rob civilians who enter Jarkan along this road. Everything in here came from merchants and other travelers just trying to get across the border.”
“What they do is none of my concern,” Kaitlen said swiftly, waving her hand as though she was shooing away a fly. “What is my concern, is getting vengeance for what your son did to me. I did plan on torturing and killing you in front of him, but seeing you now...I find myself hesitating. I did not know that you were in a family way.”
“What-” Jenara suddenly understood and bit her lip. She thinks I'm pregnant. Anyone would if they saw me straight-on like this. She saw me over the chamberpot, but any woman would relieve herself after traveling. “Whatever grudge you have against me, I see you are unwilling to harm an unborn child. Listen to me Kaitlen, you do not need to play games with me. I know that you are no sorceress, and you are no murderess either. You attack me with justified scorn, but you are a woman and you will not harm me as I am. Lower that dagger, and I will escort you safely from this tower, and I will consider our business concluded.”
Kaitlen looked down at the blade in her hand, staring silently at it for a little over a minute. Then she released a long sigh, letting it fall to the floor beside her. “I accept your words. It is over. I know that I interrupted you as you were about to relieve yourself, and I know how difficult things can be when pregnant. Please, finish up before we go downstairs.” Kaitlen turned around, showing Jenara her back. Under any other circumstances, Jenara would never urinate in the same room as a near-stranger, but it was already forcing its way out of her as she squatted down again. Just as the first drop hit the bottom of the chamberpot, a thought nagged at the back of her mind. If I wee now, she'll see that my belly shrank. She'll know I'm not pregnant, and she might attack me still.”
Jenara gritted her teeth and shakily got to her feet once more after having only another split second of relief. “I am alright for now, Kaitlen. Let us leave this place.”
“As you say,” Kaitlen agreed, turning to open the door. It didn't budge. She yanked on the handle again and was rewarded by nothing but a loud click. “What in the...oh, no.”
“What is it?” Jenara asked quickly, her panic rising.
“This door is designed to lock when closed. You say the guards here rob travelers? They must lock the high-class up here and go through their effects while they are confined.”
“That would be far too foolish, even for them,” Jenara whispered. “They're not killing people, or there would be reports of missing citizens. And anyone they let go would inform real guards in any town.”
“Not necessarily. If they only rob Lunambra citizens traveling to Jarkan, they would be too afraid to inform more Jarkan guards of the activities here. It is a huge risk, but as long as they do not do it often, and ensure their victims are fearful and weak-minded, it might be effective. A Queen and her guards, though...nobody would ever imagine they would have the nerve. By performing the unthinkable, they become unthinkable as suspects.” Kaitlen pounded on the door and screamed out loud, stomping on the wooden floor. The tower was large, but not large enough where she would not be heard. Still, there was no sound from below, and Jenara's heart sank.
“My guards are dead,” the Queen whispered. “They are going to steal their armor and weapons, our horses, and my gold. Then they will kill me as well and bury the lot of us in the forest. I cannot believe I fell into this trap. I cannot believe this is happening again.”
“This has happened in the past?” Kaitlen asked, tilting her head curiously.
“Something like it,” Jenara answered vaguely. “Listen, you say that you did not bribe the guards. So tell me, how did you get in here? And do not give me any horse shite about sorcery.”
Kaitlen looked down at her feet. “I've been planning an assault on the Royalty of Lunambra for weeks now. I've been living in the forests of Lunambra, along with a party of bodyguards, figuring out your routines and trying to determine the perfect time to strike, had you not paid the gold I demanded from you. We rode a distance behind you after you left Lunambra yesterday, and when we saw you were camped for the night so close to this tower, I knew you would stop here for food come morning. One of my guards had been stationed here in the past, and told me of this room, where they sent Royalty and other high-class citizens. I figured it was common hospitality, not a shakedown. He walked right in unnoticed, as they wear the same armor, and lowered a rope for me. He pulled me up, and I've been in here since late last night.”
“Why are you half naked?”
Kaitlen's face went flush, and she looked even further down. “I had armor on, but my companion could not pull me up. I had to remove it, and had nothing else to put on.”
Jenara sighed quietly, rubbing her thighs together as best she could without it being seen. “See, that's better. So your guards will soon realize something is wrong, and attempt a rescue?”
“I'm afraid not. I told them to come retrieve me tomorrow morning. I had a lot of plans for you and the Prince. And the Jarkan guards below have no idea I am here, they think it's you screaming and stomping.”
Jenara glared at her. “You do understand that Prince Baeden is the best warrior on this continent? How you intended to bring down the both of us is far beyond me.”
Kaitlen looked down, raising the front of her dress again. There was a vial of green liquid strapped to her inner right thigh. “A toxic mixture. If I shattered it on the ground, it would render you and the Prince unable to move for many hours. I've built a resistance to my own potions over the years, so I would have had the both of you all to myself.” Kaitlen strode across the room and sat herself on the bed. “Might as well sit down. We may be here for a while.”
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Part Ten - Descent
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It was midnight. The new moon could be seen in the sky from the room's window, and many stars sparkled around it. It was a beautiful sight, but Jenara ignored it all. Within sight of Kaitlen, she was unable to use her hands to help relieve the incredible pressure within her body as her bladder stretched to its very limits. Every passing second, her mind told her just use the chamberpot, but everything she knew as a Queen demanded that she do nothing of the sort. She was laying on the bed with her eyes closed, focusing all she had on staying dry. Kaitlen was sitting beside her, awake and staring at the wall.
Jenara felt the false sorceress shift and stand. Seconds later, her ears were assaulted by a loud, liquid hiss. Jenara opened her eyes and turned her head, seeing Kaitlen spraying a powerful stream of wee into the chamberpot. The sound echoed around the room, and the Queen squirmed in agony, trying to maintain her composure as her bladder throbbed incessantly within her tortured body. With the sound and the sight of the light golden liquid pouring out of the other woman's privates, Jenara threw her head back and gasped out as a two-second long and powerful leak flowed into her dress, unheard over Kaitlen's stream. The woman was looking away as she relieved herself, and Jenara pulled her dress up quickly and patted herself between her legs. The front of her underskirt was stained in a straight line from the pressure of her leak, and her bottom felt damp. This is unbelievable. It may dry by morning, but I cannot move and I simply cannot let out even another drop. Jenara turned to Kaitlen, staring daggers at her back.
“You should know better than to do that in front of a Queen,” Jenara hissed. She had to say something, but she did not want to antagonize the obviously unstable woman more than she needed to.
“Oh, I thought you were asleep. I am sorry, but I was really full. I've been holding it in since this morning.”
Jenara had a sudden fantasy grow in her head, a vision of herself with her hands around Kaitlen's throat, shoving her out the room's window as she pissed freely on the floor. Jenara shook her head and closed her eyes again, screaming internally in an attempt to mentally drown out the sound of Kaitlen's wee. However, it soon slowed to a trickle and stopped. Jenara turned over again as Kaitlen stood straight, pulling down her dress. Jenara caught a glance of the contents of the chamberpot before Kaitlen picked it up; it was less than half full. “Oh, I really needed that. I was starting to leak in my dress. Again, I'm sorry for doing that in front of you, but what choice is there?” She walked to the window and dumped the container of wee into the grass far below.
Hold it in, like a real woman, Jenara thought angrily at her. Witnessing Kaitlen relieve herself had instantly cemented Jenara's will to contain every drop left inside of her. She knows that I am in need. I cannot give her the satisfaction. Kaitlen placed the chamberpot back beside the bed, and laid down next to Jenara. They were silent for a long time, and Jenara had somehow almost managed to doze off, when she was startled awake by a surprisingly loud snore from Kaitlen. The woman was out cold. Jenara's thoughts immediately flew to the chamberpot. If I can get out of bed without waking her up, I can go to the other side of the room and wee just a little. A ten second release won't change the shape of my belly, but it will allow me more time. Then I can just dump it out the window. She'd never know.”
Slowly, gingerly, she slid her left leg off the side of the bed. Her right followed, and she painfully sat up as the bulge of her bladder contracted in protest of her movements. She stood up and crept along the wall, circling around the bed and grasping the chamberpot by the rim. She carried the pottery to the other side of the room and set it down on the floor, quickly pulling up her dress and pressing into herself with both hands. She settled into a squat, and focused her muscles on only letting it dribble out of her. The torrent she wanted to release would wake Kaitlen for sure. She felt her lips quivering in effort to let out only the smallest drop, and she held in a gasp of surprise as she heard shouting and thundering footsteps from below.
Kaitlen snorted and sat up immediately, and Jenara got to her feet without relief for the third time since this all started. As she straightened up, she felt a strong spurt burst out of her. It ran down the inside of her thighs, settling on the wooden floor beneath her. It was only one more second, but she could feel it puddling around her feet. She stepped forwards, praying to the Heavens that it would not be seen in the darkness. As Kaitlen stood up and stepped to the door, Jenara grasped the chamberpot and hobbled across the room unseen, depositing it back in its place beside the bed. Then she joined Kaitlen at the door. Five minutes later, a strong knock shattered the quiet night.
“QUEEN JENARA, ARE YOU SAFE?” It was the voice of Jason.
“We're alright, Jason,” Jenara shouted. “What about you four?”
“Yes, we're fine, we've killed every last one of these cunts. And what do you mean 'We'?”
“There's another woman in here with me, held captive by them as well. We must free her too.”
“Yes, of course. We cannot open the door, but Kevin's taken a war hammer from the armory downstairs. Stand away from the door.” Jenara and Kaitlen did as they were asked.
“Wait, who are these men?” Kaitlen whispered. “Were they on the wall when I...”
“I honestly do not know,” Jenara answered, not needing her to finish. It was true, all the guards and knights looked the same when they had helmets on.
“Oh, no. I don't want them to see me. What if they recognize me?”
“Here,” Jenara said quickly as the first powerful strike crashed into the wooden door, rattling everything in the room. She grunted as she bent forward, the entire lower half of her body shaking in effort to contain her water, and she grasped Kaitlen's dagger that still lay on the floor. She then raised the side of her dress, ripping off her underskirt and cutting off a large rectangle of fabric, making sure it was untouched by any wee that she had leaked out. By the time she was done, there was a large hole in the center of the door, but the darkness still concealed them. She handed it to Kaitlen, who quickly wrapped it around her head like a shawl. Jenara let her dress fall and sprinted to the window, throwing out the remainder of her underskirt just as the door crashed open and Nick came tumbling in with his new, already-battered hammer. Jason and the others followed him in.
“Glad to have you back, my Queen,” Jason said with a deep bow as Kevin stood aside, breathing heavily. He also gave a quick nod to Kaitlen. “And who are you? Why do you hide your face?”
“Can't you see that she isn't properly dressed?” Jenara scolded him quickly. “She is rightfully ashamed, but she is not at fault. Now guide us out of this terrible place, as quickly as you can.”
“As you say,” Jason nodded, turning around and jogging away. Jenara followed, leading the semi-blinded Kaitlen by her hand. Her trip down the stairs was still difficult, but even though she was definitely more desperate now, it was much easier than ascending them the previous day. The effort of pushing her weight up the stairs using the muscles in her thighs made holding her wee impossible, but simply letting herself drop down the steps caused no leaks.
“The Ladies may want to avert their eyes,” Drake warned. Neither of them did so as they walked through the entrance hall of the tower. Corpses littered the ground, scattered like rags in their own blood.
“I underestimated you four,” Jenara said. “You will all be generously rewarded for your actions here today.”
“Honor and Glory are the only rewards we desire,” Jason said proudly. “Let our efforts be known to the Kingdom and the General.”
You won't be seeing the General again, Jenara's thoughts tried to tell them. “Of course, it is the very least I could offer. If I may ask, what happened down here? I am grateful for the help you have given me, obviously, but if you were going to fight your way up to us, why did it take all night?”
“Tis a fair question,” Drake answered. “They gave us drugged whiskey soon after you retreated upstairs. We woke up naked in a basement lockup. We were stuck in there for many hours, when Nicolas managed to pry a stone loose from the wall. We took turns smashing the door down with it, and we came out in the armory. They had stored our arms and armor down there, as well as their own and much we did not recognize. Probably all stolen. Anyway, we equipped ourselves and burst into the entrance hall. I knocked the torch down and stomped it out; our eyes were already adjusted to the dark and theirs were not. Many of them were asleep. Then we went outside and took out the guards at ground-level, and Jason shot the tower guard with a crossbow we took from the armory. And then we came for you.”
“You were truly brilliant,” Jenara said to them, finally wearing an authentic smile despite her still-growing desperation. “I just hope our horses are-”
“S-stop,” whimpered a small voice to their left. The group stopped and turned towards it, and Jenara glared as she spotted Curtis himself lurking in the shadows of a support beam. “This w-was an- an act of war. When the Capitol fff-finds out, you- you'll, you-” Jenara stepped forwards, tearing Kevin's sword from its sheath and thrusting it through Curtis' throat. The pathetic man stumbled slowly to the floor as Jenara shoved the tower doors open, ignoring her guards' stupefied gazes, and she stepped through into the early morning light.
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Part Eleven – Great Oak
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“Here we are, Marina. Welcome to Great Oak. Welcome...to the ocean." Baeden waved his hand across the air, gesturing at the colossal body of water that spanned out ahead of them, shining and endless. Numerous people swam and splashed along the shore, the size of ants to them from their vantage point. They stood on a hill overlooking the small village, taking in the salty air and the fresh scent of the ocean. Marina was in tears from the pure beauty of it, her hands folded over her chest."It's real," she whispered. "I've never imagined...I never could have. How can something like that exist in our world?""It doesn't exist in our world, we exist in its world. The ocean is the most powerful force there is. All life on Earth exists because of that great span of blue out there. And if we cross it, if we go far enough, we end up in France.Marina grasped Baeden's hand and squeezed it tightly. "I trust you, my Prince. If you say there's a new home for us out there, it must be the truth." She winced as she felt her stomach growl loudly. "Oh, I'm so hungry.""Ha, me too," Baeden agreed. "We'll have a fantastic meal in the tavern. It'll be the first time we eat together outside of my chambers, won't it? They're probably preparing lunch as we speak. Do you need to wee before we enter the town?""Only a little," Marina said. "I don't want to though. The next time I do it, I want it to be in that ocean. I can only imagine how good it would feel to let go underwater. I know we have to eat first, but no matter how badly I need to go, I'll hold it in until I'm in the ocean.""That sounds wonderful," Baeden said."Wait though, it might not work out," Marina said sadly. "Gaston is still following us. We have to cross the water as soon as we can, before he catches up. We shouldn't even eat until we're on a ship, and we can't waste time playing in the water. I might have to do this when we're already in France..."No." Marina looked up, furrowing her brow as Baeden suddenly grew serious. "I've been thinking about it, and France is no escape. It will delay him throughout the coming autumn and winter, but he will use the time to prepare armies. He is insane enough to lead an invasion of France to get me back. At that point, it will be to take me prisoner as a traitor, not to return me to my place as Prince.""So where are we going to go?" Marina asked worriedly. She compulsively looked over her shoulder. The road was empty for as far as she could see."Nowhere," Baeden said. "No matter where we go, he will never stop hunting me. I will stand and fight. I have no choice but to end his life. Without him, my mother would never risk war with France, not even for me.""Baeden, no" Marina whispered. "I know you are afraid of him, even if you would never admit it. There must be reason for that. You know you can not fight him as an equal."Baeden stayed silent, gazing out over the water. A minute later, he took Marina's hand. "Let us enter the town. We must purchase clothing, first thing. The robe hides it, but the back of your dress is stained yellow. At least my pants hide it..."She nudged him, but smiled slightly as she followed him towards the gates of Great Oak. *There's no use in arguing with him. If he's decided to fight, he will fight. I have to trust him like I always do.* They made their way down the hill and finally stepped through the town gates, and she stared around in wonder at the unique architechture and the eccentric shops. A blacksmith that sold all sorts of strange swords and bludgeons, curved and hooked and spiked. Spice merchants selling a rainbow of powders and leaves, and clothiers with gowns, dresses, and shirts unlike any she had ever seen."This is a port town," Baeden said. "Goods come in from countries around the world, and they are all sold and traded here. There's goods from France, Scandenavia, Germany, even some from very far-off lands like Africa and Asia. As I told you, we live in a massive world."An hour later, and the two of them stumbled into the inn, their arms full of their purchases. Baeden managed to slam two copper coins on the counter, and they followed the innkeeper down the stairs and into their small room. "I'm bloody starving," Baeden complained. "Lets get changed and get back up there."Had they been any less hungry, their mutual nudity may have led to something fun, but they had no time for it. They simply looked away from each other as they separated their purchases, picking out what to wear. Minutes later, they looked each other over, both smiling stupidly. Marina looked vivacious in her long, dark red half-dress. In Lunambra, a garment this revealing would have a woman arrested. Here in Great Oak, nobody seemed to care much for their shame. In the streets, many men wore nothing but small cloths over their privates as they went about their business, and women walked around in underskirts alone with leather braziers as tops. She had even seen two young girls with their breasts out and their skirts pulled up where they just barely covered their womanly parts, laying on a patch of grass under the bright sun.When she questioned Baeden about their lack of modesty, all he gave her as explanation was "French," along with a shrug. She smiled at the thought that the coastal towns of France might be the same. She really liked it. She liked it so much that she had chosen to forgo her underdress completely, so that at just the right angle, you could see the red hair between her legs glistening in the candlelight.Despite this freedom, Baeden was fully dressed, and Marina could only compare his appearance to depictions of the Archangle Michael. Starting from the bottom, he stood in armored steel boots that were perfectly fitted to his feet and ankles. Above that, he wore leather greaves with shining steel plates attached to his shins and thighs. A white and gold quilted doublet was his shirt, and on the outside of that, a paled leather scale cuirass that covered his whole torso. Deeply curved pauldrons sat on his shoulders, and more leather scales ran down both of his arms and folded into steel gauntlets.To top off the look, a four foot long straight sword unlike any Marina had seen was strapped across his back. The blade was narrow but long, with a groove running its whole length and meeting at a deadly-looking point. The handguard was ornate, with shining lines carved into the steel. The protrusions expanded six inches on either side of the hilt, ending in flat edges that caught even the dim light of the inn room. Two steel bars were attatched from the handguard to the blade itself, though Marina's limited knowledge of swords told her that it was likely stylistic rather than actual support for the blade. The hilt was thin at both the handguard and pommel connections, but widened in the center to give a reliable grip. The pommel itself was silver and bulbus, but looked proper on the entirely unusual weapon."Spada da Due Mani," Baeden said. "It's an Italian weapon, one I've admired for most of my life. I was never allowed to purchase one in Lunambra, as Gaston thought wielding a weapon of another country a shameful act. It was a great cause of argument between us over the years, and it seems entirely fitting that it be the last thing he ever sees.""There's no talking you out of this, is there?" Marina asked, looking down at her feet."There isn't," Baeden answered truthfully. "Gaston is a detriment to Lunambra, but my mother will never be able to get rid of him. This is my final duty to my Kingdom." He silently made his way out of the room and up the stairs. The tavern's main room was large and lively, and heads turned as the well-equipped man ascended the steps. They quickly lost interest, returning to their own food and drink. Baeden and Marina took a seat in the corner, and Baeden ordered a baked chicken and two tankards of ale.Their order thankfully came sooner than they expected, and they ate and drank into the afternoon. The chicken was spicy, spicier than anything either of them had ever eaten, so they had to continue drinking to keep comfortable. Baeden, preparing for the coming fight, only had the one tankard of ale, and water only after that. Marina downed two tankards, followed by three goblets of water. Nearly everyone in the town was crammed into the tavern now, singing and drinking and otherwise making merry. Baeden was considering ordering them a pair of baked potatoes when the roar was heard, piercing even the din of the tavern."PRINCE BAEDEN OF LUNAMBRA, CEASE YOUR COWARDACE! BY ORDER OF QUEEN JENARA, I AM HERE TO DRAG YOU HOME, EITHER WITHOUT YOUR HONOR OR WITHOUT YOUR LIFE!”
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Part Twelve – Duel
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“Who is that?” whispered a patron of the tavern. “Prince Baeden? Here?”
“Of course not,” drawled the barmaid. “We've gotten no warning, no time to prepare.”
“His words are true,” Baeden spoke up from his place in the corner. Everyone turned to him as he stood up, straightening to his full height. “I am Prince Baeden, and the man you just heard shouting is General Gaston, commander of Lunambra's armies. He is here to bring me home, for I have abandoned my Kingdom. I have abandoned it, not for fear, not for wealth, but for this woman that you see next to me. She is a servant, I am a Prince, and we are in love. This town is a sanctuary for men and women who, under whatever circumstance, decided to leave their homes behind. I am no different from any of you. Now, there is one last thing I must do before I leave this land forever. I ask that everyone here remain indoors, for your own safety. Thank you for your hospitality.”
Baeden shouldered his way through the crowd of onlookers, each of them staring at him with a blend of fascination and curiosity. Marina watched him fearfully as he stepped through the wooden door, clicking it shut behind him. The second he was outside, everyone in the tavern clambered over one another to get to the windows. Marina already had a perfect view from where she sat, and she frowned as the barmaid's large frame squeezed her against the window glass. She watched as Baeden made his way to Great Oak's center courtyard. The massive symbol of the town, the Great Oak itself, covered the sky over him. No matter how far she turned her head, Marina could see nothing besides Baeden standing there calmly. Minutes passed, and the murmurs of the crowd increased, when their hunter finally stepped into view.
He wore the same armor he had the morning he saw her there on the balcony, though now it was stained from the road, the tabard frayed and the boots coated in mud. The two men stared each other down for a long time, and then Baeden spoke, though she could not hear his words.
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“I did not expect you alone,” Baeden said. “I assume my trick to split you up was a success.”
“Unfortunately,” Gaston replied with a growl. “Your mother traveled north with them, you know. If something happens to her, it will be your responsibility.”
“My mother is stronger than you think,” Baeden assured him. “She raised me, after all.”
“I RAISED YOU!” Gaston screamed. “I handed you the first sword you ever touched, and I taught you how to wield it. I fitted your armor for ten years, I sharpened your blades, I made you into who you are today!”
“No,” Baeden whispered. “You tried your hardest to turn me into you, but I would never use my strength to terrorize those weaker than me. I would never burn down villages for speaking against Lunambra, I would never behead people for stealing an ear of corn, I would never threaten a woman's life. You are a menace and a tyrant, and that is why I will stop you here and now, as my final duty to my Kingdom.” Baeden reached up, grasping the hilt of his new sword and tearing it from its strap. He took his stance, raising the blade above his head.
Gaston was visibly enraged. His face had the focus of a proper warrior, but his fists were shaking and his posture was aggressive and powerful. “You attacked me from behind last time, like the coward that you are. You will not get the best of me again.” Gaston reached to his side, drawing his broadsword in one swift motion and taking his own stance. “You have spoken against everything I stand for. You speak against law, against hierarchy, against decency. I do not care if the Queen has me executed for it. I have decided to kill you with my own hands.”
“As have I,” Baeden agreed. “Enough talk, let us end this as men.”
Gaston began his advance, striding towards Baeden with his head held tall. As he approached, it became clear how much taller Gaston was than the Prince. His shadow loomed over Baeden, and it was obvious to Marina why he was so feared as he raised his sword in both hands and brought it crashing down towards Baeden. The Prince sidestepped the first strike, slashing around with his own longer blade. Gaston pivoted and knocked it aside with his left gauntlet, swinging his sword up slamming it against Baeden's cuirass. Baeden stumbled and caught himself just in time to duck a massive sweep, juking under the blade and ramming Gaston with his thick pauldrons. Gaston leaned forwards to absorb the blow, bringing his knee up to slam into Baeden's hip. Baeden yanked his leg back to lessen the impact, and leaned to his right before he threw his sword forwards in a powerful close-range thrust. Gaston somehow parried it with the end of his hilt, forcing the tip of the Spada to his left as he spun out of the grapple and regained proper footing. Baeden recovered quickly, slashing his weapon in a wide arc that forced Gaston to backstep away from it.
The separation did not last long, as Baeden was the one to restart their bout with a series of thrusts from his longer weapon. Gaston parried each of them with ease, then slammed Baeden's sword away, jumping forwards and throwing a thunderous front kick. Baeden was caught by surprise, taking the blow to his armored stomach and toppling backwards. He rolled backwards to his feet just as the tip of Gaston's broadsword was thrust into the ground where his neck had been a second ago. Baeden threw his own kick now, aimed at Gaston's sword hand. The ground acted as a stopper, preventing him from withdrawing from the kick, and Gaston shouted as the blade was wrenched from his grip. Baeden offered no mercy, swinging his sword up towards the unarmored joint under Gaston's right arm. Displaying unbelievable agility for a man of his size, Gaston jumped to his left, minimizing the impact of Baeden's strike. He hit the ground rolling, tumbling through the dirt and stopping next to one of the large wooden benches that lined the trunk of the Great Oak.
Getting to his feet quickly, Gaston grasped the bench and spun, hurling the piece of furniture directly at the advancing Prince. With no time to dodge properly, Baeden hit the dirt as Gaston charged him from behind the flying bench. Baeden kicked out, catching Gaston in the shin, and he rolled aside as the General crashed down beside him. If he was stunned from the fall, it didn't show as he folded up his legs and threw himself forwards, scrambling back to his broadsword that still stuck from the ground. Baeden was too slow standing, and Gaston had recovered his weapon as Baeden raised his arms for a downward strike.
Marina's heart froze in her chest as Gaston slashed the broadsword horizontally, under Baeden's raised arms. The edge slammed into the side of Baeden's pale leather cuirass, cutting into the hardened material. Somehow the leather managed to fully blunt the attack, but the weapon was still heavy, and Baeden knew that at least one rib had broken. Any normal man would have fallen immediately, but Baeden simply screamed the pain away as he grasped the blade of Gaston's broadsword with his gauntlet, tearing it from his armor. Gaston tried to pull away, but Baeden held strong and threw another mighty kick. It landed perfectly, impacting Gaston's gut between the cuirass and groin plate of his greaves. Despite his muscles and great endurance, the General fell to his knees as Baeden released the broadsword and tightened his grip on the Spada.
He raised it over his head and brought it down with no hesitation, right towards the center of Gaston's head. With the last of his focus, Gaston leaned to his left and the blade slammed against his steel gorget, sliding down the pauldron. Gaston roared his fury, getting one leg under him as he tried to force himself to his feet. Baeden struck at him again, trying to cut into the side of his neck with the base of his blade. Gaston reached up and grasped the pommel of the Spada with his left hand, under Baeden's own grip. They wrestled for control of the sword as Gaston tried to thrust his broadsword into Baeden's legs. His greaves were luckily full steel plate, and they protected him as he fought for his weapon. Gaston pulled hard, and Baeden felt his grip weaken, the crack in his side sending waves of pain across the whole right side of his body. Another mighty pull and the long blade was pulled from his grip. Gaston exhaled as he started to stand up, but Baeden lifted his left leg and stomped down on Gaston's thigh, forcing him back to his knees.
Gaston's vision was still hazy as he saw Baeden reach out, grabbing the blade of the Spada in both of his hands. Placing his foot on Gaston's chest, he leaned back, wrenching his sword away from the General. He spun the weapon, grasping it by the tip of its blade and gripping it tightly in his steel gauntlets.
Gaston knew what was coming, and he was too weak to prevent it. Baeden roared out in victory as he swung the inverted sword down into Gaston's shoulder, the heavy handguard piking through his gorget and embedding itself in the General's neck. Blood flowed from the armor immediately, and increased as Baeden withdrew the weapon. Gaston fell back, staring at the sky as Baeden brought the handguard crashing down again, puncturing the chest of his cuirass and sinking deep into his body and deep into his heart.
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Part Thirteen – Freedom
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Jenara began to cry just as the gates of First Hearth came into view. The rather unoriginally-named village was the first fief of Jarkan, only fifteen miles past their border. It used to belong to Lunambra, but after Jarkan's land was returned to them, they reclaimed and hastily renamed the small town. I wonder of Kaitlen had anything to do with its naming, seeing as she was the one to reclaim it. The woman had slipped away from them soon after leaving the tower, retreating into the nearby woods. Nicolas had started after her, but Jenara had demanded he stay present under the guise of fear. And so she escaped to whatever life she was going to lead after giving up her plans against Lunambra.
There were many reasons why Jenara could have been crying. The sight of the beautiful mountainscape that spanned the sky before her, the thought of finding familiar company, the emotional strain of killing a man for the first time in her life, or the fact that her plan was so close to long-awaited fruition. The cause was none of that, though. In reality, the one and only reason she was crying was because of the absolute typhoon that was contained inside her screaming, tormented bladder. As they rode on, she put everything together in her mind. She had consumed at least ten glasses of water and wine at the feast...Sixty-two hours ago. Not including the water she had been forced to drink during the trip, it was now one hour before noon three nights after she had done so, and her body was having none of it.
She was truly terrified, she knew that the second she unstuck her womanhood from her leather saddle, she would instantly soak herself in front of an entire town. Her belly was so inflated that it lightly brushed the grip of the saddle, eight inches in front of her. Somehow the guards had not yet noticed this, too absorbed in their banter to pay her any attention unless she asked for it. As much as it mortified her to her very core, she was deeply considering dismounting right where she was and wetting herself in front of the guards. What is worse? Four guards of my own Kingdom? Or an entire village that is not under my command?”
She forced the thought out of her mind, squeezing her eyes shut and wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. If I piss myself, it's going take the complete failure of my body before I do so. I will NOT give in. Not yet. And so she gripped the horse's flanks with her legs, pulling her weight down on the saddle even harder. The animal whinnied a soft complaint, but kept its pace as the gate grew ever closer. Ten minutes later, they passed through the gate to the curious stares of Jarkan's townspeople.
“Drake, ride to the tavern and book a room for us and a room for the Queen,” Jason ordered. “And keep an eye out for Prince Baeden. Ask the innkeeper if someone of his description checked in recently, but do not mention him by name.” The other guard nodded and kicked at his horse, speeding off around a corner.
The rest of them continued their slow trot as Jenara's eyes went wide with a final glimmer of hope. My own room, with a private chamberpot and no men around. I may have to wait a while more to implement my plan, but it would be more than worth it. “We are going to the tavern now?” she asked, her voice far higher than she intended. “I thought we were to address the citizens to let them know why I am here.”
“That was the plan,” Jason said, “but after the hostility we met at the tower, we've decided it would be safer to keep our identities secret, until we can speak to a member of Jarkan's Royalty.”
“That is acceptable,” Jenara agreed. She was so thankful that she would have kissed him on the spot, had she been a lady of any lesser stature. They rode for just minutes more until the tavern came into view, a tall stone and wood building with a shining steel sign in the likeness of a tankard of ale. Just the fictional depiction of liquid sent a wave cascading through Jenara's body, and she shivered head to toe. Jason dismounted, and as he always did, held out his hand to help the Queen off her mount. She had no choice, she took it and slid off the horse. The moment she hit the ground, her body shouted out loud, entirely against her will. Both hands flew to her privates and pushed hard against the front of the dress as her legs went half-limp from the pain of it all.
The three guards surrounded her in concern, grasping her shoulders and trying to straighten her up. “My Queen, what is the matter?” Nick asked politely.
“NOTHING!” Jenara screamed furiously at him. “I am in pain from riding that animal all morning, that is all. Get me in a room, now.”
“As you wish,” Nick said, looking slightly hurt. He started to push open the tavern door just as Drake came stumbling out from the other side.
“Fuckin' 'ell,” Drake groaned. “Right cunt that one is. Said there's only one room available, and she refused to evict the guests of another no matter how much gold I offered, and I couldn't mention the Queen's name.”
At the sound of Drake's words, Jenara's hope was shattered as though a catapult had fired through the stained glass window of a Grand Cathedral. Her identity forgotten, she felt the first drop of wee leak out of her. She was beaten.
No, said the smallest voice in the deepest part of her mind. I am Queen Jenara, a member of the Royal Family of Lunambra, raised by King Ethan and Queen Vanessa to lead my Kingdom with honor and dignity until either the day that I marry into another Kingdom or the day that I die. If I fail here, what legacy will I leave behind?
But what am I to do? said another voice, louder than the first. I'm a Queen, but I'm just a person. I'm going to be in the same room as my four male guards. I will die if I try to keep it in another night. If I don't die, I'll drown the four of them in my own piss.”
Just say it. Be honest, whisper to Jason that I need to relieve myself. He'll understand, he'll give me privacy.
No. That is as bad as wetting myself. If my dignity is forcefully torn away from me, at least I could sleep at night knowing that I did all I could. I will never tell them.
But I told Marina. I did far more than that with Mary. Not to even mention Sabina...
Those were women, and they were innocent and nearly friends to me. These guards...they saved my life, but they are still men.
It's going to happen anyway. Any second, it's all going to flow out of me, no matter where I am. So what am I going to do?
Wait. I could try to give the signal. But why would they be here? They expect me at the crier stand. Unless they're following me. But I have to try. I have to trust her.
As the guards argued with each other, Jenara raised her right hand, placing three fingers against her shoulder. For thirty seconds she waited, glancing around, wincing as another tiny leak forced its way out of her. And then she saw them, two cloaked figures sprinting towards her. The guards were absorbed by their conversation, discussing their options, and she prepared for the impact. She let herself be grabbed around her arms and she was torn off the tavern's porch. It took five seconds until Jason noticed it.
“HALT!” he roared, drawing his sword and bolting after the Queen and her captors. The others were close behind, their faces paintings of fearful anger.
Jenara let herself be dragged, twisting her legs together as far as they would go. The cloaked figures were not strong, but together they managed to pull Jenara into an alley between a stable house and a florist. As Jenara fought with all her strength to keep control just a few seconds longer, she saw one of them kick a square of wood out of the wall of the stable house. She was then pushed towards the hole, where she shuffled forwards and collapsed through it. The cloaked figures were next, gracefully sliding through the hole and pushing the slab of wood back into place.
“That was too close,” Mary Estenna exhaled, pulling her hood down and shaking out her dark hair.
“You can say that again,” Sabina agreed, untying the string of her cloak and dropping it beside her.
Jenara just lay still on the dusty wooden floor, shaking all over, with her hands shoved between her legs. “Need to...so desperate...” was all she could manage.
“Bloody hell, look at her,” Sabina gasped. “She's got to have about a barrel of water in there. I thought she must have relieved herself in that tower, but it seems not. Shite, it's been nearly three days...”
“Oh, my Queen,” Mary said softly, sitting cross-legged next to Jenara's head. The Queen leaned back on Mary's legs, resting her head on Mary's chest. “Get her dress out of the way,” Mary said to Sabina. The blonde woman obliged, grasping the soft but dirty fabric of Jenara's dress and sliding it up her legs. Mary grasped the sides of the dress and pulled it up, revealing the Queen's slender thighs. Her womanhood came into view, stretched out and reddened, followed by her belly that could have been carrying twins. Mary finished pulling the dress over Jenara's shoulders and folded it over a wooden beam beside her. She then removed her own dress, throwing it to the other side of the room. “I'm sorry, Jenara,” Mary whispered down at her. “I don't have a chamberpot down here, or any kind of bucket. It's alright though, just let it out. Hopefully my dress will stay dry over there...” She wrapped her arms around Jenara, one grasping the Queen's right breast and the other resting on her collarbone. Jenara reached up and held Mary's left shoulder, gripping it tightly.
The two women rested there naked, just waiting and holding each other until Jenara gave a final gasp of desperation before she spread her legs wide and let herself go limp. The torrent was immediate and astonishing, flowing onto the wooden floor and spreading out in all directions. It welled up under her, dampening her bottom and legs. It dripped through the cracks in the floor, and she moaned softly as Mary reached down and began rubbing her sore, distended belly. “Oh, that feels so good,” Jenara breathed, spreading her legs further as the river kept flowing out of her. On and on it went as Mary watched her, and Jenara shivered as she felt the ex-stable girl kiss the side of her neck. “I missed you,” Jenara said.
“And I you,” Mary whispered. “Just relax, you're safe here.” For two more minutes she emptied herself on the floor of the small room, and if not for the gaps between the planks, she felt like it would have covered her toes when she stood. She felt a jolt between her legs, and her body shook as she felt herself orgasm from the relief alone. She gasped out loud, earning a giggle from Mary. Finally, it began to slow down, and Mary smiled as the Queen looked up at her. “Feel better?” Mary asked playfully.
“Like a new person,” Jenara exhaled. Mary continued massaging the Queen's abdomen as her flow ceased, working the dulled muscles and sore skin. “Sabina, come here,” Jenara said suddenly. The woman approached the Queen and squatted down to avoid kneeling in Jenara's puddle.
“I am ready, my Queen. It would be best not to waste time.” Sabina began unbuttoning her dark shirt.
“It's as you say,” Jenara agreed. “I know you do not truly want to do this, but I promise you that it will not be as bad as you think. King Carter of Valdus will do all the real work once you are wed to him. As for your lack of civility, the Kingdom will blame it on the emotional toll caused by a combination of your kidnappings here on this journey and the loss of your son. You will live out your days in wealth and prosperity, and feel free to go adventuring again once you give birth to your own real son.”
Sabina smiled at the Queen as she finished untying her leather pants, and she stepped out of them, standing naked in the dim candlelight. “I am not afraid anymore,” she said. “Look at me, it's like I was made for this. I could be your identical twin and we would still not be as similar. Still, for good measure...” Jenara flinched as Sabina leaned forwards, slamming her face against a wooden beam that held up the low ceiling. Her face came back with a bleeding nose, red forehead, and a squinting left eye. “Well, that hurt more than I thought it would, but nobody will suspect me, for a little while anyway,” she groaned, rubbing her face.
“You're insane, girl,” Jenara stammered, trying hard not to laugh.
“You're more insane than I am, trying to pull this stunt. Do you really think we'll get away with it?”
“Everybody close to me is dead or gone,” Jenara said. “Everyone except Mary, here. My husband passed years ago, my son left his Kingdom for love. I am sure that the General will never return, and simple servants and guards do not know me personally enough to be a risk. The only people who might realize something is off are the four guards you will meet outside, but with your face like that, you should make it home just fine. Act quiet and traumatized. When you get back to Lunambra, give them each two-hundred gold pieces. Do not fear asking your servants for help, they will not question you and they know all my routines. Marry into Valdus as soon as you can, and all responsibility will be lifted off of you.”
“I hope you are right,” Sabina said as she picked up Jenara's dress. “Damn, this thing is all stretched out.”
“That would be the fault of my bladder,” Jenara sighed. “Speaking of that, do try not to wet yourself in any Royal meetings you may attend. They last a long time, but I have a record to uphold, after all.”
“I'll do my best,” Sabina laughed, pulling the dress down over her shoulders and patting it against her skin. She reached a hand down her chest, straightening her breasts, then stood up and looked to Jenara. “Good enough?”
“Good enough,” Jenara agreed. “Go now, don't keep the guards waiting for too long. And...treat your people well. Do not let power go to your head.”
Sabina smiled warmly and nodded, gave a very graceful and Queenly curtsy, and then retreated up a flight of stairs. A door could be heard opening and closing, and she was gone.
Jenara was free.
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Epilogue – New Peace
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It was ten hours after the fight ended, in the dead of night, that Marina grasped Baeden's shoulder and gently shook him awake. He opened his eyes and turned to her, smiling at her sweaty face. “I can't hold it in anymore,” she said desperately. “I've already leaked in the bed a little. I know you're in pain, and I know you are tired, but I have to ask you. Do you want to go to the ocean, or do you want me to just wee in the chamberpot here?
Baeden rolled onto his back and inhaled deeply. “I thought a rib was broken, but I seem to be breathing alright. I might just have lucked out. We should hurry, lest you wee on the street.” He sat up and pulled a robe over himself, and Marina did the same.
She was jiggling every which way, pressing one hand between her legs. “Ooohh, it's leaking again,” she moaned.
Baeden leaned forwards, feeling between her legs with his right hand. Warm dampness dripped onto his fingers, and he gave her a gentle hug. “Hold it for me, okay? You can make it to the water. I'm really desperate too, I don't know how I was sleeping through this.”
They quietly made their way upstairs and out of the tavern, sneaking through the dark streets. For the first time in her life, Marina felt sand between her toes, and she stumbled through the strange matter, letting out a few drops into the grains. “I'm about wetting myself,” she hissed. “I can't walk on this weird shite.” Despite her leaking, she managed to get all her clothes off, along with Baeden, and they both gasped as their feet hit water. “Oh, cold, cold! I can take it though, come on, lets get deeper.”
Baeden had to nearly drag her in as she focused on holding herself, and soon they were bobbing in the light waves. “Oh Gooood, being in water makes it ten times worse,” she cried. “I'm losing it, come here.” She reached out and embraced Baeden, pulling herself close to him. They kissed passionately in the dim moonlight, and Baeden breathed a soft laugh as he felt warmth surrounding his privates and his legs. She pressed her face against his chest as she relieved herself in the great body of water, and she squealed as she felt Baeden's stream start directly against her clit. “It's so warm under there,” she whispered. “This feels...oh, it's...mmmm.” Baeden had to catch her as she nearly fell into the water from her quick orgasm. He led her back to shallower water, where they both lay for two hours, enjoying each other again and again until the rising tide forced them back to land.
Three hours later, they looked to the rising sun as their ship sailed onward, leaving behind everything that they had ever known and heading towards everything that they could ever want.
Edited August 31, 2015 by Bulge_Lover
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Traffic Jam Desperation (true story)
I was coming back from my Uncle's place, I'd consumed part of a cup of tea on my way up, one cup of tea there and a glass of diet coke. I went for a pee before I left and I was fine, except from a little bit of pressure in my abdomen, nothing I couldn't put up with. But then...disaster struck, traffic jams! By the time we got out of the first traffic jam, I could feel a bit more pressure in my bladder. We got moving again, and I was listening to my iPod while we were going, so it was taking my mind off of it.
But then we hit the second traffic jam and though I wasn't that desperate, my bladder was telling me that I would need to empty it soon. There was a light ache between my legs and sitting forward was helping, but not much. My stomach was beginning to ache a little now, but I knew I could hold on as I'd held for much longer before.
I crossed my legs, the ache in my womanhood abated a little, but the pressure on my bladder increased a little more. We moved along a little and then stopped, moved on a little more and stopped. The pressure abated a little, the more I held, the easier it got for me. Squeezing my legs together reminded me of my need, but also helped. Soon, we were moving again, but slowly. The car vibrated a little, going up my pussy and actually helping with the need.
Then we were moving again, the movement jostling the liquid in my bladder, making my need a little worse. I could hold however, I squeezed my legs together a little more and crossed my ankles. God I needed to pee, then once again disaster, another traffic jam! I swear the universe was out to get me, to make me lose the iron control I have on my body. Subconsciously (as I was writing this, which is while on the road by the way), I was chanting NeedToPeeNeedToPeeNeedToPee. What was worse, was that I needed to pass wind too, but I knew that if I did, I risked the chance of leaking.
On the way, I saw two people getting out of their cars to relive themselves, my mind envied them and my bladder ached that little bit more. What was even worse, was that my mother decided she was going to play The Proclaimers: Five Hundred Miles quite loudly. The vibration of the music going through my body, vibrating the liquid in my bladder. The person in front of us, decided that they were going to go slow and breathing in for a sigh, I felt how distended my bladder was. And then guess what? Another Traffic Jam!
The pressure was a little more, but then salvation, my mum decided that she was going to go another way. She got the car out of the traffic jam and we were on our way. The bumps in the road however, weren't my friend, but I still held on. Concentrating on writing this piece was helping. I looked up and there was an empty road ahead of us, more bumps and dips in the road, making it harder and harder for me to hold. I leaned back in my chair and squeezed my legs a bit tighter together. I sighed again, feeling the ever increasing pressure in my bladder. I slid down in my seat and squeezed my legs once again tighter. My stomach was beginning to hurt a little more now.
I knew I should let my auntie an mum know that I needed to pee, but I also knew that it wouldn't be long until we got home. Besides, there were many things to keep my mind occupied. I clenched my inner muscles, but to be honest that made my need a little worse instead of a little better. I would hold it though, I wasn't going to declare my need like a little kid. More and more bumps, going over them at 60mph wasn't easy on my bladder, but I still held. The stomach ache was worse than my need to pee at this point, testament to how long I'd held it.
Going over bumps and holes at even 30mph wasn't bladder friendly to me, every bump was felt. I squeezed my thighs again, they were beginning to quiver from being pressed together so hard. I refused to put my hand between my legs, I didn't need to do that (even though the back of the car was dark), I knew I could hold on willpower alone for now.
Not long now, I kept telling myself. Then we came to traffic lights and at that moment, red became my least favourite colour. We weren't however, at the lights for long before they turned green. We were almost home, but then...more red lights! They had only just turned red, so we were in for a bit of a wait. However, after approximately one minute and forty three seconds, they turned green. We were on the love again, the pressure in my bladder being drowned out by my stomach ache at this point. I pressed my groin into the seat, trying to alleviate the pressure there, but I couldn't keep that position up.
My bladder was practically screaming for release, but my brain said no, telling my bladder that I would hold it. Almost home, I told myself. I concentrated more on ignoring my need and writing this fic, occasionally looking up to look out of the windscreen from the backseat. Now the pain in my stomach was definitely overriding the pressure in my bladder, until I sat up that is. The pressure was worse for a millisecond, before it went back to the way it was.
Sighing again almost ended in disaster, but my iron control didn't let anything spill out. I relaxed my thighs and the pressure abated, before I saw yet another line of traffic and my bladder gave a bit of a protest. But the line wasn't a slow moving one, still my bladder protested a little more though. The warmth between my legs was uncomfortable, more uncomfortable than my need to pee in fact. I leaned forward to look out of the widow again, the pressure on my bladder at this move was intense, but not too much so.
Then I started feeling tired, but I knew that I couldn't nap for two reasons. Reason one, I was in the car and it was dark. Don't ask me why, I always concentrate more in the dark when in the car. Reason two, was obviously my need to pee, if I relaxed then my muscles would've relaxed and I would've had an accident (not something I wanted to do in my mum's pride and joy). Damn, these roads were determined to make me lose it, but I was just as determined to hold it.
My stomach ache dispersed a little bit and my desperate need was able to shine through. Sitting was okay. The real test would be when it came time to get out of the car. Almost home, not much longer, I told myself again. I checked the volume of liquid in my bladder, it wasn't as bad as what it usually was, but the fact that I could feel the distension of my bladder, showed how much I needed to go. The ache was back in my womanhood and I once again pressed myself down into the seat, helping it a little.
The music was still vibrating through my body, making my need a little worse still. But I still held, I no longer needed to press my thighs together, but it didn't do much this time. Then I heard it, my mum said that we were ten minutes away, ten minutes and I could get the relief I needed. Mum swung the car around a roundabout and my body was thrown to the side, momentarily worsening my need, but I recovered and sat back up straight. By this time, I could smell my own scent wafting up from between my legs, a sweet but also slightly musky aroma. I ignored it though. My stomach ache came back and once again dampened my need.
I pressed my thighs together one more on instinct, making the stomach ache a little worse. We were almost home, not long now. A bump made the liquid in my bladder jump a little, making me a little more desperate. Still I held on, not willing to even let myself leak. Five minutes from home, I could see sweet relief coming. My groin was sweating now, making my jeans feel uncomfortable. Thankfully, mum took the short way home once we reached the road.
A few more minutes and mum moved to reverse back into the drive. It was bumpy and jerky and made my need worse each time it jerked. Standing up wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but low and behold, when I got in I learned that I needed to feed the cats! Drat, I'd need to hold on just that little bit longer. Staying stood up however, was a challenge. Gravity took hold of my bladder and began to pull on the heavy liquid inside. My stomach hurt even more and now not only did I have to dance around six cats, I had to bend down to feed them too! My stomach ache was now worse than my need to pee and I get upstairs to find...My auntie's on the toilet!
There was definitely no way for me to get in there now, until my auntie came out. I had to sit on my bed and wait for my auntie to finish in the bathroom. God the wait seemed like forever. Especially with the dog jumping on me and the cat wanting to curl
up in my crotch. So I busied myself with checking my e-mails and making sure that my iPad wasn't going to go off and wake me up during the night.
Now my kidneys were beginning to hurt, I couldn't sit up straight. Then salvation once more, my auntie came out of the bathroom and I dove in before anyone else could. I hastily unbuttoned an unzipped my jeans, pushing them down to my knees and sitting on the toilet, my own scent now stronger as it wafted up from my panties. Then, I let go. Oh sweet relief. I gushed, though it wasn't hissing out of me, it was tricking at a medium speed and by god did it feel good. My stream tapered off, to start again and repeat, until I was completely empty. My muscles however, still tried to squeeze on my now empty bladder and little dribbles escaped until it was just drips.
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A/N: Here I am with more fanfiction for this book that nobody wanted, but that I wrote anyway. I love this book, you can't stop me. Also, had a thing for Blackwolf for a majority of the story, so I had to write about him too. Story takes place when they're held captive by Doctor Impossible, sometime after they all bicker but before Lily shows up.
As always, for my readers who aren't familiar with the book, this is a story you can read and enjoy without much knowledge of the source material. Blackwolf, the central character, is a hero with no powers (think Batman), self-trained but still deadly. The other characters are his teammates with various relationships to him, the most prominent being his ex-wife Damsel, his sidekick Rainbow Triumph (who is still a teen), and Fatale, a cyborg that he had a bit of a thing with that didn't exactly work out. Elphin is a clueless fairy and Mister Mystic is tied up and unable to speak in this story.
Blackwolf was still in a state of disbelief. He had been sure that they would have no problem stopping Doctor Impossible. He had been sure that they were about to win, that the villain was bluffing, that he wasn't prepared enough and that they were more than prepared. But, for once, it seemed that he had not been thinking far enough ahead, and that Doctor Impossible had found a way to defeat them all, and now they were all restrained and helpless.
And now, to make matters worse, the fact that he had not been for a piss in too long of a time was starting to catch up to him. As strong and tactical as he was, he could only plan for bathroom breaks so much, and even with all of his training, his bladder was still human, and would need to be emptied eventually.
That eventually seemed a lot sooner than he would have the chance for. If everything went according to his new plan, they would not be trapped here forever, nor would they die, but waiting on the reinforcements would certainly take a while, and he was starting to feel desperate.
He knew that it was unlikely any of his teammates were experiencing a similar struggle. Being the only one without any sort of powers meant that he was the one who needed bathroom breaks the most often- though he always made sure that this did not become a problem and that no one ever saw him desperate.
Having his neck bound to the wall was honestly not the worst part of his captivity, though it had initially been frustrating to be held back by something so simple. He was left in a standing position, at the very least, which left him with minimal pressure on his abdomen. It was still incredibly uncomfortable, but it was better than being stuck sitting, and he could move his legs any way he wanted.
Not that he was going to move them too much. Anything more than a slight fidget here or there would alert the others to his predicament, and that was not something he wanted lorded over him. He imagined how Damsel might mock him, or Fatale. Both women had reason to want to make fun of him, the latter in particular. And he didn't even want to imagine what Rainbow Triumph would say to him. That kid would never let him live something like this down.
But if he didn't do something to relieve the pressure, he would be even more fucked than he was right now. Showing desperation was one thing, but wetting yourself? That was just more than he could bear, and more than any of his teammates would ever let him live down, he was sure.
He started to tap his foot, thinking to himself that this action alone did not really indicate anything specific. If he kept it at that, he would probably be safe from really being noticed by anyone.
“Do you mind?” asked Damsel, clearly noticing and clearly annoyed, though she didn't seem to notice what the real problem was.
“What?” he asked, feigning cluelessness.
“We all get that you're bored or frustrated or whatever. Join the freaking club, and get over it, alright? That tapping sound is annoying as hell.”
Now he wanted to continue just to spite her, but thought better of it. She knew him well, and it would likely not take her long to figure out that his movements had a little more to them than just boredom. And though his bladder protested heavily at the decision, he wanted to stay as still as he could for just a little bit longer, until all attention had shifted to something else.
He grit his teeth, hissing quietly and looking anywhere but at one of his teammates. He wondered, for a moment, if keeping this up was really worth it. There was a chance all of this could be for nothing, and that he and his friends could die at any moment. But his pride insisted that reinforcements would arrive as planned and that they would be set free without a problem, so he should just suck it up and hold it.
At last, it seemed that the others were all distracted by something or other, lost in their own thoughts, worrying about their own safety, and then he was free to do a few quick squirms to relieve the pressure for a moment. He let out the quietest of groans, that he immediately regretted, considering the amount of people in the room that possessed enhanced hearing.
But no one seemed to think anything of it, probably assuming the groan to have been due to boredom or irritation, or a combination of both. And it probably would have been, had he not been bursting for a piss, but, as he was reminded for the millionth time, he was, and time was running out for him. His chances of making it were looking slimmer and slimmer. He grimaced as he fought back against a painful spasm, fidgeting and clenching both of his fists as he did so.
“Is there something causing you discomfort?” asked Elphin, somehow observant enough to notice his discomfort while the others weren't.
“Nothing,” he responded, a bit too quickly, and all eyes were on him.
“You have been acting off for a while now,” said Damsel, and the others, even Mister Mystic, as tied up and gagged as he was, nodded along.
“It's nothing,” he said, his voice verging on a growl. This was the exact opposite of what he needed right now.
“It's pretty obvious you're lying,” Rainbow Triumph said with a slight eye roll. “So just tell us.”
“There's nothing to tell!” he snapped. “Nothing! Alright?” But this outburst did nothing to help his case, and he couldn't resist squirming, even with everyone's focus directed at him.
“Oh,” he heard Damsel say in a quiet voice, as she figured it out. He could tell by the way Fatale quickly looked away that she knew as well. Before long, there was a sympathetic look in Mister Mystic's eyes.
“What?” asked Rainbow Triumph, looking around as the information dawned on everyone but her and Elphin. “Guys, what is it?”
“Mind your own business, kid,” said Blackwolf, his voice breaking at the end of his sentence as he cringed. He was really not going to last much longer, and to make matters worse, almost everyone knew about it now.
And as he cringed, Elphin joined the list of those who were in the know. “Ah,” she said, giving a slight nod. “I believe he needs to relieve himself.”
Hearing her say it out loud was just to much for him. “Yes, okay? Fuck,” he spat. “I need to piss, alright?”
Rainbow Triumph erupted into giggles that sounded so out of place and optimistic in their rotten situation that, were they not at his expense, he might have appreciated them a bit. Instead, he simply glared at her, though she did not seem to care. At least the others had the decency to pretend they were not amused.
“Would someone shut her up?” he snarled.
“Blackwolf...” said Damsel, in a warning tone. She gave Rainbow Triumph a look, and the younger girl quieted her laughter, though she did not stop it altogether. Damsel then turned her attention back to her ex-husband and said, “There's not point lashing out at us about it. We're all uncomfortable and-”
“But none of you ever have to worry about this!” retorted Blackwolf. “Do you?” No one responded. “See, that's what I thought, but me? I've always gotta plan ahead for stuff like this so I don't slow anyone down with my oh-so-human needs, because, god knows, you wouldn't let me live it down!”
“That's...that's not true,” said Damsel, not convincing in the slightest. But he didn't even care about her reactions, or anyone else's, anymore, because things were getting past critical.
“Just...don't fucking look at me,” he said in an incredibly strained voice. He did his best to give an intimidating glare (no easy feat, in his situation) to the others until they all averted their attention, even Rainbow Triumph.
When there eyes weren't on him anymore, he felt free to grab at his cock, no matter how humiliating it was to imagine anyone sneaking a peak and seeing what he was doing. It eased the pressure a bit and made it feel a little less like he was about to start leaking, but only a bit and only a little.
He hissed as he wiggled around as much as he could in his bindings, but the limited movement did not do much for him, and he could assume that even unlimited movement would likely be mostly useless. It was already too late, but his pride refused to let him admit that to himself. Blackwolf, founding member of the Champions, the man with no powers who could hold his own against some of the worst villains, simply did not piss his pants.
But, oh, he knew that he was about to.
The hero bounced on his knees, tightening his hold as he felt the first spurt of hot piss escape. He muttered a few swear words, but the spurts kept coming until his costume was definitely damp on the outside. It would never be visible on his dark clothing, but it was there, and it was not going to stop.
He groaned as he felt his bladder release, a steady stream gushing out and splattering on the floor so loudly that there was no way the others did not hear it and he wanted to disappear more than anything in that moment. But then the feeling of relief set in and he groaned from how amazing it felt to empty his bladder, giving in to the sensation until the last drop had hit the floor.
The room was painfully silent after that, and he looked down at the sizable puddle beneath him before looking around at his teammates, all adamantly looking away from him. Mister Mystic and Elphin looked somewhat sympathetic, while Damsel, surprisingly, looked as if she was holding back from comforting him. Fatale seemed almost as embarrassed as he was, and Rainbow Triumph showed no signs of bursting into laughter any time soon.
It was strange to think that he might have been wrong about their reactions and that his teammates did not think less of him for this. He had expected to be mocked heavily for his weakness, to have the fact that he was more human than the rest of them thrown in his face, but they did no such thing.
For all their flaws, and for all the conflicts they had had in the past, it seemed that his teammates were true friends and would stick by him no matter what.
A/N: Dat cheesy ending though. This likely will not be my last omo for this fandom, as I have another idea for Doctor Impossible. |
All right. This is a story I promised Livinginfinite a long, long time ago. I hope it is worth the wait. I feel it lacks a certain polish, and I really would love feedback! Without further ado
Escaping the Endar Spire
The Endar Spire was a pure majesty of durasteel and the finest Republic Engineering. A venerable cruiser, just a grade below the flagships of her era. A Republic Officer would slave for years, serve with the highest distinguish during the Mandalorian Wars, and still be passed up for the post of helming this glorious vessel. Yes that honor would fall to her, Bastila Shan. She was the current and first Captain of the Endar Spire, and she was a Jedi Knight. Not only that, but she was young, so very young. In other cultures, far removed from the timeless and honorable halls of the Jedi Enclave on Dantoonie, Bastila would have been considered a flower in full bloom. Sheltered as she was, she had at least learned that she was what most men would consider beautiful. The farmers who shared their planet with the esteemed Jedi Order were certainly peaceful, but they made their thoughts known, especially in concerns to her growing physicality. At this point, she was the youngest Captain of a cruiser in the current Republic Armada, perhaps in the entire history of the Republic Armada. It was fitting. Finally, both the Jedi and Republic were required to acknowledge her expertise and skills. Her battle meditation, for so long it had proven essential to Republic survival, both during the Mandalorian Wars and during this current resurgence of the Sith Menance. Also, the Jedi could not ignore her special placement in the situation at hand. It was her who led the strike team that removed the Dark Lord from his throne, it was only fitting that she led the next steps of the process. For too long the young Jedi had been cast aside, seen, not heard. Paraded as the savior of the Republic, yet never was her opinion or expertise asked for. She was whisked from battle to battle, carnage and destruction abounding. She would play hero, rallying the troops, the ships, turning stalemates into rousing defeats and any rout into a successful retreat worthy of the Republic Academy. Yet consistently, she was ignored, she was silenced, she was told to meditate on the force and its will. These people would not be alive without her, yet they had the audacity to claim otherwise. Bastila Shan attempted to banish such prideful thoughts from her mind. Her masters, though not as gifted by the force as her, had certainly known the nature of the mystical power that surrounded them. She had trusted in their wisdom for this long. Finally, it was paying off.
She was naked under the covers her bed within the Captain's suite, a large holowindow along the star port side giving her a view of the planet below. Taris. Sith Occupied, her cruiser sadly had to pass close to planet on its current route. The nature of civil war, when once friendly territory could be of the enemy, simply could not serve as deterent. Time was of the essence, and her "cargo" must be delivered. The sheets were soft, much softer than the Spartan accommodations that she had gotten used to both in the enclave and on the war trail. The Republic treated its officer's kindly, and her equivalent rank with them allowed her fine, cool sheets, downy comforters, and a mattress that cradled her pale curves, like a mother holding their swaddled infant. There was no rising or setting sun, but her very attunement with the world around her let her know the shifts were changing. For the ship, the night was ending and morning began. The young Jedi say up, her brown hair tumbling down, raining on her shoulders. The blankets slid low, revealing her supple breasts as she clustered to sit. She closed her sleepy eyes, and focused. At first, she could simply feel the hum of the machinery around her. But soon it expanded. She could feel the crew moving, tired men and women returning to their bunks, their equally tired bunkmates rousing themselves for their own shifts. Further out, she could feel the vast emptiness of space, spanned by the force itself, bridging down to the screaming bustle of the planet below. So much life, so much clutter, she could feel them buzzing. She could feel her stomach rumble and twist, a pressure descending down. Gingerly, she reached down below the comforter, feeling her stomach. The comforts of this ship did indeed come with a downside, the food. Republic standard, even for officers, was a nightmare. Her stomach had binded shortly after the ship picked her up. Groaning slightly, she gingerly rubbed her lower abdomen, feeling the waiting mass within. It had been nearly three days since she had relieved herself, and no matter how she tried, the pressure would remain, the urge would grow, only to subside at the moment of release, teasing her with an end to pressure and discomfort. Naked and disheveled, Bastila kicked off the covers and moved to her suite's refresher unit. Through sleep blurred eyes, the Jedi shuffled into the small chamber, her eyes settling greedily on the refresher unit. She had spent an hour on that accursed thing with little more than gas as her reward. She was not going to waste that time yet this morning. Instead, she entered her cleansing unit, turning the knobs and allowing the cleansing sonic amplifiers to clean her. Warm vibrations radiated over her as she stood, letting a day's accumulation of grime, dead skin, and other undesirables drop off of her. Bastila turned under the current, the warmth washing over her breasts and descending lower. When the current reached her lower abdomen, the Jedi had to stifle a groan. The sonic vibrations tickled at the flesh of her stomach, radiating warmth. Yet the energy flowed deeper, assaulting her very full bowels underneath layers of skins. She nearly doubled over then, gasping as she felt something she had desired for days now, the sudden dilation of her anus. Finally, it was going to come out, she could relieve her burden. Clenching her cheeks, willing herself to hold on, the Jedi turned off her cleansing unit and began to waddle over to her refresher. In that moment, an explosion rocked the helm of her ship. Echoing off, metal screeched and lights flickered. A follow-up volley came quickly on the first's heel. The sounds of war. Her body knew them well. With a pitiful gasp, her body tensed, the sinking feeling of her wastes finally bursting free receded back up into that dull pressure that had become her constant companion. Relief would have to wait, her ship needed its Captain. It did not take long for her to done her simple robes. The bronzes cloth framed her pale complexion and brown hair well. The belt though was tied tenuously at best, the pressure of it adding to her already uncomfortable burden. Doing her best to cast her need aside, the Jedi Knight holstered her blade unto her belt as a third explosion rocked her ship. This time, the very vessel shook. Their shields were down, and the Endar Spire was open to full punishment. Cursing, the Jedi moved as quickly as her state allowed, the constant pressure in her lower bowels flaring at the sudden movements and jarring, erratic shaking of the Endar Spire. She never made it to the bridge. A warning claxon was already sounding. Evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation! Such a poor choice in words for the desperate Jedi. Her one desire, and she would finally get to heed it, just not in the way she truly needed. Troops were spilling out into the halls of the ship, sappers and engineers went to work putting out fires and sealing off doors as the enemy, the Sith latched on to their pray. She should have never been so foolish, she should have never flown this close to Taris. But now was not the time for hindsight. In hindsight, she would have brought her own personal chef from the enclave, or even her own supply of food, anything that would have restored regularity. Even in the heat of battle, Bastila Shan could only think of the gnawing weight in her bowels. Second to that thought was the thought of her place in this battle. She could hear fighting on the outside halls of the ship, where the Sith had breached. Focusing even for a moment, she could feel the presence of the dark side, a corrupting cloud that would have made her stomach roll, even in a normal state. No. Battle meditation would serve no purpose here. This battle was already lost. Run, running was their only option. As captain, Bastila Shan was rather close to evacuation point. Two Jedi had awoken to accompany her, but such a detail proved unnecessary. For now, the defenses of the Endar Spire were holding and the Jedi were able to descend to the escape pods unmolest. "Secure the ship, push back the Sith and by time. Only then should you rendezvous with me below" Bastila said, the young Jedi attempted to project an air of confidence and command to the two jedi, both older, more senior members of the order. Stalwart and stoic she stood as the sounds of battle descended around them. Ever so subtly, her stomach groaned and rolled, her hips swaying slightly, cheeks clenched to maintain the burden within her. Her first step upon landing would not be to set up a rendezvous point, it would be to find a place to relieve herself, even if, she shudder, it was some side alley by her crash site.With a stiff nod, the young Jedi Knight descended into the pod, sealing the door behind her. Her steps were rigid and sharp, one after another, methodical, as if not to disturb her tenuous hold. She went to seat herself in the pod, being slightly thankful that such a position would help her hold it. Out of the corner of her eye, an explosion of light and movement rattled. Quickly, her compatriots ignited their blades, blue and green lightsabers springing to life. One of them moved quickly, slamming the pod ejection button just as a flash of scarlet red blade descended upon them. Bastila never got the chance to secure the safety buckle over bubbling stomach. The engines of the cramped pod roared to life, propelling the small craft away from the hull of the Endar Spire. Bastila was thrown into the side of the pod, the small craft vibrating and shaking from the explosions of battle around it. Round and round the Jedi was tossed, like a wamp rat in a sandstorm she rolled. Her lightsaber came loose, rocketing around the chamber with her as she began to enter the atmosphere. Fast. She was moving much too fast. The tiny pod was roaring, deafening her with the sound of battle. Suddenly, she was back in that moment. Her attack on Revan's flagship, her first time in real combat. Fear bit at the back of her throat like bile. Back then, she had her friends, her team to lean on. In this tiny pod, the Jedi was truly alone, save for her fear. Warm liquid began to flood into her robes as she spiraled down and down, burning through the atmosphere of Telos. She was going to crash, become a forgotten crater in this stinking city of planet. The wetness of her urine began to flow unbidden as the fearful thoughts continued. The Endar Spire burning, her compatriots slain by that ominous red blade she saw flash. Sodden and smelling of piss, Bastila Shan continued to tumble, trying to find some hold. Her hands flew around the small pod as she tumbled in her own piss. Thankfully, her hands caught on to the seat she had initially started her journey on. She held tight, on her knees, desperately clinging to that seat. Dazed, she looked up, only to see the cityscape below her rising up to meet her at an amazing pace. Her eyes bugged out, bile rising in her throat as her anus puckered. On the ground of escape pod, kneeling in a puddle of her own piss, the great Bastila Shan finally found the relief that had eluded her for 4 days. In fearful shock, she slammed her eyes shut, murmuring in uncontrollable fright as her shapely cheeks parted. She did not even notices as her waste began to flow, pushing out into the confines of her small clothes, stretching them taut as a solid log of of poop tented out the fabric of her delicate underclothes. The hard rope did not stain, rather it simply pushed the fabric away from her rear before meeting the resistance of her robes. With nowhere else to go, her solid load held her quivering hole open, eliciting a groan before the softer mess within her spewed out around her solid load, filling the confines between her panties and cheeks, smearing and covering every available space. Over the din and ruckus of orbital entry, the cackling and bubbling sounds of the noble Jedi Knight fearfully filling her robes could be heard. Finally, as her pod neared the surface, Bastila Shan, cowering in fear, finally found relief. Underneath her sodden robes, her small clothes strained, the white fabric staining brown, bulging out with the various bumps of her load. Not a space of fabric was spared from her indignity. She finally opened her eyes, fearful instinct having run its course as her pod collided with the surface below. Her body flew forward, head knocking into the seat as everything exploded in pain, and then went dark.
Later, when the pod came to a rest, the disoriented Jedi awoke to the sound of pod's seal being broken. Fresh air rushed in, disturbing the tepid, shit coated smell that had settled around her. A gag of disgust rung out into her ears "Aggg! They must be dead" was all she heard as her head pounded, and the sensation of wetness and a squashed load of shit piled on her backside tugged vaguely at her consciousness. They had found her. She turned as whoever it was entered, and her lightsaber was nowhere in sight.
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Italy opened his eyes as he rose awake. He yawned and stretched and was ready to greet the day. He looked at the clock on his nightstand and he suddenly panicked. The clock read 6:30. Italy knew he had to meet Germany at the park for training at 7:00. He had been late before, but if he was late one more time, he didn't even wanna think about what would happen. So he quickly sprang out of bed and started to get dressed. He quickly put on his sailor suit, his pants, and shoes. Once he was dressed, he walked out of his room to go downstairs to the kitchen. While he was walking downstairs, he realized he hadn't used the bathroom yet. But he decided to skip it because he didn't want to waste anymore time. So he entered the kitchen, ate a quick breakfast, and had a few cups of coffee to wake himself up a bit. Then he checked the clock. 6:45. He only had 15 minutes to get to the park. So he quickly grabbed a water botttle and he ran out the door. The park wasn't all that far from his house. But he still knew that he had to hurry. As he was running, he felt the liquid sloshing around in his bladder. Italy stopped running and gave himself a firm squeeze. He made a mental note to ask Germany to go to the bathroom once he got to the park. Once he let go of his crotch, he continued to run to the park before he was late.
~~~~~~~~~Time Skip to the Park~~~~~~~~
Luckily, Italy made it to the park on time. He ran towards the track where Germany was waiting for him. "Italy! You vhere on time zhis time. Good job." Italy smiled and was about to give Germany a hug when a wave of desparation washed over him. Italy pinched his thighs together tightly and fidgeted a little bit. He knew he had to ask Germany to use the bathroom or he'd have to hold it through a 3 hour training session. "Um...Germany.......c-can I use the bathroom before we start?", he asked with a bit of urgency in his voice. Germany shook his head and said, "No Italy. You should've gone before you left your house. You can go vhen you take your break in 2 hours." This was not the answer that Italy wanted to hear. In fact, it worried him. He already had to go pretty badly, and he wasnt sure if he could hold it for 2 hours. But before he could say so, Germany spoke up. "Alright, Italy. Start running your laps until I tell you to stop." Italy reluctantly started running around the track. Since it was actually pretty warm outside, he started slowly sipping at his water bottle. About half way through his first lap, he felt the water starting to catch up to him and his need grew more. Italy started to get worried. Since Germany wasn't near him, he stopped running and quickly grabbed himself and crossed his legs. Despite doing these, he felt a drop of urine escape his bladder. Italy gasped loudly and squeezed his crotch a bit tighter. Once he was in control, he started running again, but a bit slower so he didn't upset his bladder. He was hoping his break would come soon so he could releive his swollen bladder. He really didn't want to have an accident, especially not in front of Germany. He continued running and by the time he finished 5 laps, he was fidgeting all over the place. Italy considered asking Germany to use the bathroom again, but when he started walking over to him, a spurt of urine leaked from his bladder and dampened his boxers a little bit. Italy quickly grabbed his crotch with both hands and bounced slightly. He glanced around and he saw Germany looking right at him. Italy blushed deeply and continued to run. About 3 minutes later, he had to stop running again because his bladder leaked again, in longer spurts this time. A baseball sized stain appeared on Italy's pants. He doubled over and squeezed his throbbing member tightly. Tears started forming in his eyes. This was really starting to hurt. He tried to stop his spurts, but they admittedly felt good. Even just getting a half second of relief was good for Italy. But all he wanted was to get full relief and empty his bladder of all that he drank. Italy put both hands on his crotch and ran as fast as he could around the track. He didn't care if anyone saw him. He didn't even care if they laughed at him. He just wanted to pee. As soon as he ran around the track, he made his way back to Germany, ready to burst. Italy looked up at the German and pleaded, "Please, Please Germany! I really need to pee! Please let me go! Please!" Italy crossed his legs and fidgeted all around, his hands still gripping his throbbing member. He had been desperate during training before, but never THIS desparate. He whimpered as another spurt left his bladder and trailed down his leg. He was at his limit. Germany gave the italian a smypathetic look. Then he spoke, "Alright Italy. You have my permission to go." Italy wasted no time. He didn't think he could make it to the porta-potty on the other side of the park. So he quickly ran over to a nearby tree. He tryed to unbutton his pants, but unfortunately, thats when Italy's muscles decided to give in. It started with a few spurts, but then the flood gates fully opened and he was peeing full force into his pants. Italy grabbed his crotch, trying to stop the flow, but it was useless. He removed his hand from his crotch and let out a huge sigh of relief as his bladder continued to empty. Warm pee made its way down Italy's legs. It soaked through Italy's pants and fell onto the grass below. It felt so good to finally let go. After what felt like hours, he was finally finished. Italy turned around and looked at Germany. He just stared at Italy in utter shock. Had his friend really just had an accident? Italy fell to his knees and started crying into his hands. He was so embarrased. He just had an accident in front of Germany. "I-I-I'm sorry Germany! I-I couldn't hold it anymore!", said Italy with a shaking voice. Germany walked over to the crying Italian. He bent down and embraced him. Italy hugged him back and cryed into his shoulder. Germany rubbed his back soothingly. "It's ok, Italy. You really had to go. I should've have let you. It is my fault.", said Germany. Italy looked up at the German and shivered. His wet pants were starting to get cold. "G-Germany...........c-can I please go home and change?", whispered Italy. Germany nodded and said, "Ja......and take zhis." Germany took off his jacket and tied it around Italy's waist. "And....training is canceled for today", said Germany giving a sympathetic smile. Italy stood up and smiled at Germany. "Grazie....", he said. He started to walk home. As he walked, Italy made another mental note. No matter how late he was, he had to always go to the bathroom before training. He was still a little bit embarresed, but he decided to make himself feel better by changing his clothes, watching some TV and eating some pasta!
THE END! (^_^) |
A/N - Some people have been asking me if I've ever written anything original. The answer to that is yes, a long time ago. (I've just recently been writing again since Oct, and I started writing fanfics to get back in the habit of writing, but I do want to write something original.) Be warned I was 16 when I wrote this...it oozes with 16 year old...ness. If anyone actually likes this, I can break it out and work on it.
Chapter One: Katie Vs. the Menopausal Mother
Okay it all takes place in a town called Camarillo, California. It’s where all the rich, white kids live, excluding me, the rich part anyway; I’ve got plenty of white to go around.
I wake up to that annoying buzzing sound of my alarm clock, and of course the first thing I do is hit the snooze button, roll over, and go back to sleep. Then my mom comes in and yells at me to get my lazy butt out of bed because I’m going to make her late for work. And it’s not like she even drives me to school, no she makes me walk all the way there in the freezing cold. But, like most middle-aged women, she does not understand this concept of the word “cold” due to her persistent hot flashes.
Oh God, I’ll be so glad when this whole menopause thing will be over with, then I’ll finally be able to ride in the car in 40 degree weather with the heater on like most people instead of the AC.
My mom pops her head back in. “Why are there bottles of air fresheners in your dresser?”
I look over, and to my horror, I left my personal drawer open. Thank God I didn’t have a nightmare last night. I jump up and close it, which causes her to raise an eyebrow in my direction.
“What? You’re the one always complaining that my room smells.”
“You're right. Besides to get that stale teenager smell out, you’re going to need a lot more then that; your room still stinks. It’s probably permanently saturated in the walls. I feel terrible for the next person who has to live in here.”
I throw my pillow at her, which in turn, she thankfully gets the picture and leaves.
I drag my butt out of bed… eventually, and crept through my room into the bathroom.
After all that typical morning stuff, I stumble out, wet haired and groggy, over to my closet, while stepping over all of the clothes strewn about the floor, and open it up exhibiting my Goodwill collection of attire.
I comb through them for a split second, and examine my choices, which included: T-shirt and jeans, T-shirt and jeans, and another couple pairs of T-shirts and jeans. I quickly select a pair, it being an easy choice considering everything else currently residing on the floor, threw it on, and began the perilous journey of looking for that missing shoe. And what do you know, it was right where I left it, right under my bed along with a stapler, a Frisbee, three miss-matched socks, and of course hidden food wrappers from all those snuck up snacks from the kitchen.
I get up, drop my black and orange Vans shoe onto the ground and stick my foot in. I stand up and examine my room, making sure I haven’t forgotten anything.
My room looks like the typical teenage room, except it looks more like a guy’s room then anything. There’s a bunch of rock band posters pinned up on the walls, a floor (if you can find it) a computer sitting on a desk, (if you can find it) and a night table (something also to be on the lookout for).
Then there’s the overflowing bookcase next to my twin size bed, which is slightly raised to accommodate a good material hiding possession place. You know, those things you have that you don’t want parents to see? What better place then to hide it under the bed? It’s so obvious, parents would think you’re smarter then that and snoop around somewhere else, when in reality, it’s in that detectable place all along and un-discovered.
I take full advantage of this hiding place whenever possible. Oops, did I say that? I mean,
“Cough”…I have nothing to hide…*shifty eyes*
Alright, moving on, I finally wobble downstairs with my unfinished math homework from the night before tucked under my arm as to hide it from my mom. You know how moms get with that sort of thing, especially divorced, menopausal moms.
So while she’s in the other room I quickly jot down answers while she isn’t looking. C’mon, it’s algebra, who cares? Obviously she does since she caught me and we are yet again having this conversation. A loud, angry conversation I might add. We’ve had it so many times I think I’ve memorized it.
It usually goes a little something like this:
“Katie not again!” bellows my mom. “We’ve talked about this before!”
I watch nervously from behind my bowl of Lucky Charms as my mom paces the kitchen thinking of something to say.
I quickly begin to space out as she goes into her routine speech about how I need to be more like my brother. No thank-you. Thankfully Alex, my “should be role model” of a brother has already left for work. This gives me a computer talk free morning.
Sadly though, not everything can go my way. There’s now the fact that there is nothing to keep my mother from pestering me all morning. Not even a Hershey bar, which reminds me, I need to go to the store and stock up, because around here a bar of chocolate is like a get out of jail free card for when my mother’s in one of her moods.
I once went into Alex’s room to get a pencil and found a whole stash of them in a drawer. Being that he is male, I could only assume they’re for me and my mom.
When I asked him about it, he said it was to tame the monster of PMS.
“Katie! Are you even listening to me?” God I wish I didn’t eat all of Alex’s stash.
“Yeah mom, I’m sorry” I say in one of those “I’m-so-sorry-I’ll-never-do-it-again” tones.
I attempt to concentrate on something else. If my mom asks why I’m not paying attention, I’ll tell the orange juice told me to concentrate on it instead.
I cautiously get up from the table as I watch her go into the next room to grab her stuff for work.
“Bye mom, I’m going to school.” I say as I grab my ten pound backpack and bolt out the front door before she has a chance to reply.
Yes! Freedom is only a couple blocks away.
I drift off to school trusting my feet to get me there, for my mind was so obviously else where.
Thinking always makes a walk go by faster. Not like I was in a hurry to get to school, but only for the meager time I get to spend with my friends before setting off to prison.
When I arrive I immediately seek out my friend Allison, who is always by her locker that faces the secluded back of the school. This is also what we refer to as “make-out alley" because there is a long secluded stretch of lockers that is more hidden away from the rest of the school, and more preferably from all of the teachers.
Ewe, I know what your thinking you pervert. We don’t go over there to make-out. We only hang out there because it is the only part of the school where we can actually hear each other without screaming.
Another reason being all of the other people around here are too “busy” to care what we are doing. So we get to goof off as much as we want.
Every time I go to meet her there I always try and sneak up to see if I can scare her. I never can.
“Trying to catch me again I see.” said Allison with a sigh as she took out her earphones. “Give it up, Katie, you can never scare me more that that does" she said pointing over her shoulder to a couple swapping tongues and gum.”
Okay, I have to admit, not even I could find that attractive.
“Aright, I’ll admit that that one is a little on the nauseating side.” I said as I tried my hardest to keep down my cereal.
“That’s because they all are.”
“If you got a boyfriend who would do that with you, I’m sure you wouldn’t be complaining then.”
She just rolls her eyes at me and says “You disgust me, let’s please just change the subject.” She can be such a pain in the butt sometimes.
“Fine, what do you want to talk about?” I say as I slump to the ground with my half “finished” math homework and a pencil and I occasionally fill in an answer.
“I don’t know.” Al says as she dials in her locker combination. I see her pull something out as she openly gapes at it. She can stand there with her mouth open all she wants, but it got me onto my feet faster then you can say “chocolate”. Which was what it was; a small box of chocolate.
“Whoa, where’d you get those?” I ask eyeing it.
“I don’t know. They were in my locker.” She says, still staring dumbfounded at the heart shaped box in her hand.
“Is there a card or something?” She flips it over to reveal a small sticky note attached on the back.
To: Allison Wallts
From: A Lost Love
I know love can be exhausting, but let me take your breath away.
“What the hell?” I say staring down at the sticky note. “Who writes that on a box of chocolate? I mean, writing I love you more then a fat kid loves cake would be more romantic then THAT.
“I’m just curious who they came from.” Al says as she continues to examine the box and note.
“The more important question right now is: are you going to open it?” I ask, begging her with my eyes.
She ignores my question and continues to mutter to herself, “Isn’t it a little early for valentines, it’s still January.”
“Now isn’t the time to play Nancy Drew, open it already. We’ll figure out where it comes from later.”
“No. You’ll eat them all. Besides, someone might like me.” she says, a smile growing on her face at the thought.
“Great. Now will you please open them? You’re killing me” I beg.
“You’ll live.” She says as she tears the plastic off, opens the lid and throws one in her mouth. “MMM caramel.” she says to tease me.
“What? Are you going to make me beg?”
“It’s so chewy and chocolaty!” she continues. I’ll take that as a yes. I scrunch up my face and stick out my hand.“Don’t give me that look! It’s not going to work.” I scrunch up my face some more and look sad.“Arrgh. Fine.” She says and sticks out the box in my direction. I grab a lumpy one, hoping for nuts and stick it in my mouth.
“I wonder who likes you.” I say through a mouth full of candy.
“I don’t know, if anybody. Maybe it’s that quiet guy that sits across from me in World History; I’ve caught him staring at me a few times, but I’m pretty sure it was the answers on my test instead that interested him.”
“Maybe.” I shrug holding out my hand for another piece. She must be really lost in thought; she actually gave me another one without teasing me or objecting. A rare, beautiful moment which I plan on taking full advantage of.
I toss the whole thing into my mouth and bite down; a bitterness springing into my mouth.
“What’s with the face? You eat coconut or something?”
I swallow it down with difficulty; my first mistake.
“No.” I say scraping my tongue with my finger, making an attempt to get the taste out of my mouth. “I think I got a stale one. Whoever he is, he’s a loser. He doesn’t even have enough class to get you a fresh box. Tasted like it’s been sitting in there since last Valentines Day.”
“Weird. Mine tasted fine.” She says, looking back down at the box. “Wait. You just want me to give you another one so you can “get the taste out of your mouth.” If you thought it was that gross, you wouldn’t have swallowed it.”
“Sounds like something I’d do, but really, it tasted funky.”
“Sure, whatever.” She says as she closes the box and stuffs them back in her locker. She closes her door and then freezes.
“What?” I ask as she furrows her eyebrows.
“How did it get in my locker?” she asks, staring at it.
“I don’t know. Maybe it was from someone who previously had this locker. Ooh. An older guy possibly.” I say. “It’s not like we can trust the school to change the combination.” She seems to lighten up at this.
“Well I got to go.” I say as the bell goes off. “I’ll see you at lunch.” I pick up my back pack, and un-finished math homework and walk over to Biology.
I immediately loose interest as the teacher drones on about ameba. I pull out my cell phone and text Jaclyn as I attempt to hide it in the pocket of my jacket.
“What’s up?” I ask, punching in the digits on the keypad.
“I’m in Econ. You?” she responds.
Stupid me forgot to put it on silent mode, so I’m just sitting there pretending to be interested in the life cycles of bacteria when my cell phone rings and the classroom is filled with the sounds of Skillet. Then there’s the usual spin of heads that follows to see who was stupid enough to text during class and forget to turn off the ringer.
I quickly turn around in my seat and pretend to be looking too. I finally manage to slip my hand in my pocket and turn my cell phone off.
I try not to look embarrassed and focus on the teacher’s lecture about keeping your cell phone turned off during class.
It’s not like anyone listens to that, if you look under all the desks, there is usually a cell phone in half of the kids’ hands, I mean who seriously smiles at their crotch?
My lab partner, an awkwardly skinny boy with sandy hair and freckles, leans over and whispers
“Smooth one” in my ear as I begin to turn a bright shade of pink and sink down lower into the floor, willing for it to open up and swallow me in. But of course, to my displeasure, it doesn’t, so I’m forced to stick around and hope Mr. Lenard, the Biology teacher, doesn’t catch on as to why my face is a brighter shade of pink then his tie. Yes, he wears a pink tie, scary huh?
What happened in BED? (World History, we all call it that because we never can seem to stay awake). I have no idea, like always, I was asleep. The poor Ottoman Empire will have to be defeated without me.
Then of course there’s Algebra. We go through the usual routine, I hand in un-finished homework , get chewed out, turn my cell phone back on, get chewed out some more, get cell phone taken away, then go to sleep.
I know I need to be paying attention to this and all, but I’ve got more important issues to waste thought on. Like, how am I not going to get chewed out by my mom when I get home?
Besides there’s a bigger problem (even bigger than my menopausal mom, or the fact that my biology teacher wears pink) I need to focus on. I’ve been having nightmares. I know that doesn’t seem like a big deal, but lucky for me, it is. The side effects from them are. I’m not going to go any further than that.
Yes! Finally the lunch bell rings. I jump up to leave.
“Katie, can I have a word with you?” I look over to see Mr. Brockson, my math teacher, leaning over his desk with some papers in his hand. “I need your parents to sign these.” He hands me back my recent quizzes that I, of course, failed. “I want them on my desk when class starts tomorrow.”
I want to tell him I won’t be here tomorrow, on the account that my mom is going to kill me.
Ch Two: Katie Vs Assyla (Round One)
I’m so thirsty, I think I'd sell my soul for something to drink right now...well maybe not my soul...maybe the kid standing next to me- No, wait, he's a ginger too, he doesn't have one either. That makes two of us. Just as well though. I should really lay off the liquids.
I grab a plate of their mutant looking…… I don’t even know what it is. I look over at the beverage stand with longing and walk past to our table.
“Hey, what took you so long?” asks Allison.
“Hey, Al, sorry got held up by my math teacher.” My eyes fixate over onto her Mountain Dew sitting beside her tray un-opened. She notices and pulls it away. Then opens it and drinks in tauntingly in front of me, exaggerating ever gesture to tease me. What are friends for?
“What’s wrong, they run out or something?” Jaclyn asks poking the mysterious looking cafeteria food with her plastic fork.
“Yeah.” I try to say all casually as if it was no big deal.
“Well, it looks like they re-stocked.” She says as she points over to the beverage stand at the pyramid of Mountain Dew cans.
“Great, so you can go buy your own and stop starring at mine.” says Al as she joins in on poking the food on her tray. I swear one day, it’s going to fight back.
“So, did you tell Jaclyn about your little locker surprise this morning?” I ask in an attempt to change the subject. I glance over in Al’s direction as she turns a slight pink color, keeping her head pointed down at her tray.
“Oh. Do tell.” Jaclyn says as she musters up the courage to take a small bite of whatever four legged animal decided to run into the middle of the road today.
Al digs through her backpack and pulls out the heart-shaped box, with the sticky note attached to the bottom.
“Ooh la la. What have we here?” Jaclyn says as she closely examines the item in front of her.
“Read the note on the bottom.” I chime in. “It’s really…interesting.”
“Wow. This guy has obviously never been on a date before.” Jaclyn says as she finished reading the hand written note stuck onto it, and then hands it back it Al.
They start talking about a school trip coming up, while I sneak into my backpack, and grab my journal.
I quickly lose interest in their conversation as I start to scribble down what has been going on these last few nights.
“I really can’t keep it hidden much longer, unless I stop having these dreams. They're just so weird. In the dream I’m terrified for some reason, and so is everyone else. Then I wake up; but every time I have them, I dream a little bit more. I was almost to the point where I saw what everyone was running away from, and I remember I was looking at something, but then it’s just fuzzy and I wake up. I don’t mind the dreams so much, I actually find them interesting. The problem is that I’ve been-
“What are you writing in there?” asked Jaclyn as she tried to peek over my shoulder. I quickly shut the cover. I’d be mortified if she read what I was about to write. Even if she saw it, I know she wouldn’t tell anybody, she’d tell everybody. Because a person my age doing that, it just isn’t right.
I turn around, finish the sentence and close the book. There, I got it out off my chest and out in the open. Sort of.
The five minute bell rings.
“Oh, how cute. Still can’t get anyone to listen to your problems I see.” A tall, slender, perfectly tan girl with brown hair and green eyes says. Oh look, it's "Most Likely to Become a Porn Star," I think while rolling my eyes.
“Buzz off, Assyla!” said Jaclyn, who was staring at her tray as if she wanted nothing more then to pick it up and spill it’s contents down the front of the person in front of her, which was probably true.
That is Alyssa, one of those preppy cheerleading types who think she’s better then everyone else. We call her by her first name backwards. We find it suites her much better that way.
“Bite me.”
“Somebody ought to.” I mumble under my breath. I get up to leave, but realize a moment too late I forgot to zip my backpack back up. I stand there and watch, as does everybody else, as all of my stuff goes tumbling out onto the floor. Ignoring all the amused faces watching me, I grab my stuff, shove it back in, and sling it over my shoulder.
“Aren’t we graceful today?” she snorts. Hey! I was all proud of myself too, it’s already 12: pm and that’s the first thing I’ve spilled all day. I should get Brownie points for that or something.
“It beats being a-.” I yell, but Al cuts me off before I have a chance to finish.
“Will you two stop?” says Allison as she tugs on my arm to leave.
“Oh, nice you got yourself a body guard. Good choice, she defiantly is the biggest of all the girls.” Assyla snorts, a smirk forming across her lips, the same lips that my fist was just dying to smash into her skull. She asked for it. But I know better though. About violence never solving anything you ask? No, no, no. I know better then to hit her in the face.
Al lets go of my arm and steps back next to Jaclyn and I take that as all the go ahead I need. You just don't talk about a girl's weight like that...Especially not my friends.
I took my fist and thrust it into the side of her stomach. My defense wouldn’t be very good if she told on me with a broken nose. I leave no trace of ever having hit her. I learned that lesson the hard way once when I broke some boys’ nose, and my hand, in the 5th grade. Plus I got suspended for a week. My mom was furious, but I think my dad was proud.
“You’re… going ...to regret this.” She said, after a few choice four letter words, through gasps for air. All her clones came rushing up to help her. We walked away as the late bell was about to go off.
I couldn’t take the thirst anymore. I handed the lunch lady a dollar and bought a soda. I guzzled it down as fast as I could.
“Thirsty?” Jaclyn said sarcastically. So much for no liquids. Well I made it last night, I should be fine. I hope.
After school was over I went to Mr. Brocksons’ class to see if I could get my cell phone back. After enduring his long lectures about not using it during class, I finally got it back. Hurray!
I grabbed a snack from the schools ant infested vending machines, and sat down on a bench. I started looking through my backpack to grab my journal. Then after searching every pocket five times; I realize to my horror that I must have left it in the cafeteria when I spilled my backpack. The chance that it was still there was slim due to the fact that there were people in and out all the time.
I ran in and started looking under all the tables and to my relief it was sitting on a table. Maybe someone just found it on the floor and set it on the table and didn’t read it. I give it a quick glance and stuff it in my backpack.
When I get home the first thing I do is head up to my room and get on the computer, and begin thinking of what I’m going to say to my mom when she arrives. I shudder at the thought.
I go and dump the contents of my backpack onto my bed. The five identical F’s stare up at me and I glare right back. I throw them on my desk for later, and pull out my math book. My mom’s going to kill me.
Five minutes later, after I finish planning my funeral and guest list, I hear a ding sound coming from my computer that I instantly welcome. I’m a procrastinator, what can I say?
Chocolvr88: Hey
SocalKT178: Hey. What’s up, Al?
Chocolvr88: Thinking about that nature trip for Bio this weekend.
SocalKT178: Oh. I totally forgot about that.
Chocolvr88: Sounds fun, minus the biology part. At least we will have the nights to ourselves.
SocalKT178: Nights?
Chocolvr88: Yeah, it’s a weekend long trip at the lake to “study” the environment.
SocalKT178: Oh, right. I Forgot about that.
Chocolvr88: Oh. Did your mom tell you yet?
SocalKT178: Tell me what?
Chocolvr88: The weekend of our trip, my mom is also going away, except she is leaving a day before we do, and coming back a day after we do. So I’m staying at your house the day before and after the trip. Our mom’s already discussed the details on the phone today. So we will get a weekend together.
SocalKT178: Oh, wow. That’s cool.
No! No! No! No! No! No! No! And some more no’s! If I somehow survive my
Menopausal mothers’ wrath, I could possibly die from embarrassment.
“Katie, I’m home!” my mom yells from downstairs. I grab my quizzes, head downstairs, and prepare for the worst.
“Oh, Hi mom.” I say trying to act casual. As casual as a person can be, knowing they could soon be very well carried off to the backyard in several pieces in large, black trash bags anyway.
“What’s wrong?” she asks. I must not be very good at this. I see the insides of some Hefty bags in my future.
“Oh, nothing is wrong, per say. I just have something I need you to sign for me.” My hand, shaking slightly, slides them over across the tile counter tops towards her. I clench my teeth, and wait for the nuclear bomb to be dropped.
“Any second now, she’s probably just thinking of something to say to the police when Al notices I’m not in school anymore.” I tell myself as I peek through my tightly closed eyelids at her facial expression. And to my surprise, my GREAT surprise, did she not look as if about to kill, mutilate, or slaughter me in any form or matter.
Good-bye Hefty bags!
“Oh, are these the math quizzes I heard about?” she asked calmly, putting them back down on the counter, and digging through the refrigerator.
“Yeah…How do you know about them?” I ask, blood beginning to come back into my face. But wait!
What if she’s planning on lowering my guard, luring me into a false sense of security?
“Your math teacher called me earlier and told me to make sure that I get them from you.” She said, pulling out a bag of chicken from the freezer, and to my displeasure, a large knife.
“Oh, right.” I say, my eyes instantly following the knife that is firmly clutched in my mothers’ hand. She watches me with some amusement, as my eyes, never letting the eight inch blade out of my sight, follows her from one side of the room to the other.
“Umm…it’s for the chicken.” She says, motioning to the pieces simmering over the stove top. “How can you already be failing math? It’s not that far into the semester.”
“I don’t know it’s hard. I don’t get it.” I say, the dreaded topic rearing its ugly head into the kitchen.
“Then why don’t you just get someone to help you with it? Alyssa always had an A in it, I’m sure she would be more then happy to help you.” What is it with moms and not keeping up with the times?
“Mom, I haven’t been friends with Alyssa for three years. The only place she would help me is right over a cliff.”
“If you would just be nice for a change, I’m sure the two of you would catch up in a flash.” I don’t even answer that one. I just go into the kitchen and look for something that has chocolate in it.
I settle for a small cup of chocolate chips, grab my quizzes and head back up to my room. I can’t believe I got off so easily!
After dinner I spend the next couple of hours doing homework and talking on-line until I felt too tired to do anything but sleep.
I go to the bathroom and get ready for bed. I start to wonder if I’m going to have any more nightmares. Maybe, if I’m lucky, that was the end of it. Then I’ll have nothing to worry about this weekend or when Alison comes over.
I crawl under the covers and hope for the best.
...
It’s the next morning; I say good-bye to my mom and head out the door. The closer I get to school the more I get chills running up and down my back. Every one of my muscles tensing up; I feel scared for some reason. I get closer with every foot step, continuing my rapid heartbeat.
I start to become afraid, but I go forward anyway. The hairs on the back of my neck start to stick up, and I know that something’s seriously wrong.
My feet take me to mine and Allison’s spot behind the school. My heart is beating faster and faster the closer I get. I’m at the turn and I stop. I wipe my clammy hands on my pants. What am I so afraid of? I’ll turn the corner and see Al there smiling when she sees me, then we will hang out like we always do. There’s nothing to be afraid of.
I turn the corner and see Al, but she’s not smiling, not even close. She’s not even alone.
There beside her, a man, possibly middle aged with a hand gun squeezed tightly between his fingers. I follow his hand with my eyes to see where it’s going, straight at Al’s head. His finger rested on the trigger. My brain shuts down in hysterics; I stand there staring at the two of them.
A bead of sweat forms in my hair and slowly makes its way down my face.
Al looks up, tears and streams of sweat sliding down her pale, white face. I find my voice and scream Al’s name. The man looks up at me, his eyes bore into mine. They seem so hollow, so lifeless.
He turns his attention back to Allison, and asks her a question. A simple yes or no question. My brain does not calculate the question. The only thing I know is the desire of her to say no. A simple one syllable word will either save or take her life. Please say no, please say no.
She doesn’t hesitate with an answer.
“Yes.” She replies.
I watch as if I have no choice. A short motion of his finger seems to take an eternity. As if watching it in slow motion, he pulls the trigger. My ears explode with the sound of the gun blast.
My heart also explodes as I stand and watch my best friend fall to the ground. Eyes open gaping up at me. Her blood freely pouring from her skull onto the pavement below. A sick feeling rises up from my stomach as I watch her lying motionless on the ground. Dead.
I feel dizzy as my feet give way, and I fall, but I don’t stop. I just keep falling. I hear a voice tell me “Go to the bathroom before bed.”
“Katie!” I hear a different voice calling me, but I can’t place it. I hear it again. “Katie!?” I finally distinguish it as a women’s voice. I feel a cold hand touch my forehead. Reality starts to slowly set in as I realize I’m safe in my bed. My nice, warm, wet bed.
Not again!
Even my dreams are making fun of me.
I realize that my mother was trying to wake me up.
I try to open my eyes but they burn, so I keep them shut. I move slightly to let her know I’m awake. I try to make a noise out of my mouth, but nothing comes out. My mouth is completely dried out and my throat burns.
“Katie, are you alright?” She seems truly concerned. I must look like crap; more so then I usually do in the morning. Then I realize it wasn’t the morning. I turn my head and squint up at my alarm clock. It reads 3 AM, and my bedroom light is on. I’m covered in sweat and still feel feeble and bewildered.
I look up at her for an explanation, but instead of explaining why she’s in my room in the middle of the night, she gently places her hand on my forehead again. It feels so nice and cool on my burning face.
“You're hot.” She says. “Stay down; I’m going to go get the thermometer.”
I shift my legs to check to see if I did what I think I did.
I did.
This is completely distressing for someone my age.
My pajama bottoms were now uncomfortably wet and stuck to my legs. I reach into my personal drawer and pull out a towel and slide it under my covers. I was surprised to see that it instantly zapped all the energy out of me. I lay there and tried to catch my breath.
My mom walked in and took my temperature. 103.8 Fahrenheit. It never gets that high. Well at least if I get caught, I’ll have an excuse for this one.
She goes back down stairs and a second later reappears at my bed with glass of water and a bottle of Advil.
I struggle to sit up; as I make sure the blankets are securely around my waist. I instantly feel dizzy and take a sip of water. The cold rush of water felt so soothing on my dried out throat. I take some Advil and lay back down, fighting to stay awake.
I manage to make a half understandable question come out of my mouth.
“What happened?” I ask, a burning feeling engulfing my throat.
“I was going to ask you the same thing. I heard you screaming, and when I came to see what was wrong, you were twisted and turning in your blankets. I tried to wake you, but you were yelling something that didn’t make any sense. Something about a bathroom.” I feel relief as I realize that wasn’t my mother telling me this, but if it wasn’t her, who told me to go to the bathroom before bed? Oh, well as long as my mom doesn’t know.
“I’ll stay home with you tomorrow, we need to watch-“
I didn’t catch the rest, I fell back asleep. At least I didn’t have any more nightmares. |
When I woke up the next day I was shaking all over and felt like I had just got run over. I made an effort to lift my head up and see what time it was. 1pm. I don’t think my mom noticed my little accident, or any of the others from these past two weeks.
I look around to make sure she’s not around. I grab one of my blankets and keep it tightly around my waist and wobble over to the door, close and lock it.
Thankfully I’ve been keeping towels under my sheets, so my mattress was okay. I grab the dirty sheets and stuff them under my bed, with some of the others. This is getting embarrassing. No, embarrassing would be just once, but after the fifth or sixth time, it’s just sick and wrong.
I change into some sweat pants, throw the rest of the evidence with the others, grab the air freshener and spray around the room. I’ve almost used a whole bottle in two weeks. Believe me I never normally have this problem. It’s only been happening when I have these nightmares.
Thankfully no one has figured it out yet, although I’m sure my moms wondering why all of the sheets are disappearing.
Okay, so I lied…a little. I do have something to hide under my bed. About half the households bedding , that’s what.
As soon as I feel better I swear I’ll do some laundry. I better do some soon; I’m running out of places to stash the evidence. Great I say to myself as I open the door and crawl back into bed. My life as a 15 year old bed wetter.
As soon as my head hits the pillow I instantly fall back asleep.
When I awake again, my mom is in to check up on me. She says I’ve been asleep all day, and that it’s already 5PM.
She takes my temperature again, it’s down to 102.4 but it’s still high. She feels my skin and tells me I’m dehydrated. Hmm, I wonder why… I feel a little bit better and am able to sit up without getting as dizzy.
For the first time I think about what I dreamed the night before. It sends chills up my back. It was so real. I pictured Allison lying on the ground, and the look on her face, I couldn’t get her face out of my head.
I remember her being asked a question, but I can’t remember. I begin to feel tired again and I lay my head back down on the pillow.
The words suddenly made sense and the question fully formed in my head.
“Do you believe in God?” was the question and Allison said yes. I passed out again. I finally had a dreamless, peaceful, dry nights sleep.
I wake to my mother calling my name again. She’s leaning over me with a cold wet wash cloth, which she places on my throbbing face. My temperature has risen again to 104.8 Fahrenheit and I feel like I’m on fire.
“I called your dad; he is coming to take you to the hospital.” She says. Whoa, I must really look like crap. She refuses to talk to my dad; I’m always the one who has to talk to him.
All I know is that I feel like crap. I’m shaking hard, and my head is throbbing. I have no idea what in the world is going on, but I don’t really care right now. I just want to go back to sleep.
Next thing I know, my dad’s in the room. He takes one look at me and jumps back. Once he gets over at how bad I look, he comes over and asks how I’m doing. I really can’t talk; I can’t even lift my head off my pillow without the room starting to spin. I grunt to let him know that I’m alive.
“What’s her temperature?” He asks my mom.
“It was a high 104 an hour ago, let me take it again.” She says as she sticks the cold thermometer in my ear. 105.3
My mom starts to pace, while my dad waves his hand through his hair, or what’s left of it anyway.
“Can you get up?” my mom asks me. I fight to get my head off my pillow, but instantly let it fall back as everything spins. I shake my head.
My dad comes up and in one motion picks me and my sheets up. There glued to my body with sweat. Thankfully that’s all.
My head rolls over onto his shoulder as he carries me down the stairs and lays me back down in the back seat of his car; my mom watching nervously behind us. They both pile into the front seats.
I notice all the sweat on my dads’ shirt from where my head had been. He’s probably grossed out, and never plans to wear that shirt again.
It was weird seeing both of my parents together in the same car, let alone sitting next to each other. It was the quietest car ride I’ve ever been in.
By the time we got to the hospital I was completely passed out in the back seat. They must have carried me in there because the next thing I remember is them trying to sit me up in a chair. Being that I wasn’t all there, I instantly start falling forward out of the chair. My mom runs up and pushes me back in and holds me there. I don’t think my dad has any interest in touching me anymore, so he sits down and lets my mom do it. At this point I don’t thing I’ve ever felt worse then I do right now. I start to drift back to sleep as I listen to the clock tick.
I let my head rest on the chair next to me as I gaze over at the other people in the room. A nine year old boy holding an ice pack to his foot, probably from soccer practice or something, and a big boned lady which I could only assume was his soccer mom in the seat next to him yapping away on her cell phone. I didn’t really care to hear anymore of her conversation about what the girl at the office called her yesterday to whoever had the displeasure of being on the other end of the phone, so I rolled over and faced the other way, didn’t really like that either, so I finally settled for facing the receptionist before falling back asleep.
My mom leaves to go talk to the lady at the front desk. Sometime later, my name is called by one of the nurses. My dad picks me up again and follows the nurse into one of the rooms where he lays me down on the table. My mom comes in shortly after and sits in a chair.
The lady we followed starts digging through the drawers and pulls out a thermometer. She sticks it in my mouth and it digs in under my tongue.
I really hate those tongue ones. Not only do they poke you for a full thirty seconds of discomfort, Alex has also scarred me for life with those.
When I was about the age of seven or eight, I caught the flu that was going around. Alex, being the evil older brother he is, thought it would be funny to tease me while I was sick. After having rummaged through the drawer for the thermometer and sticking it in my mouth, he pleasantly walked in and started laughing. Me not knowing any better, threatened to hit him if he didn’t tell me what he thought was so funny. He then happily informed me that that I just stuck the rectal thermometer my mouth. Me being old enough to know what a rectal thermometer was, but young enough not to know any better started freaking out, until my mom came in and reassured me that it really was the tongue one. Ever since then I have despised anything that took my temperature that wasn’t inserted in the ear.
Oh I got him back though, for the next couple days, whenever he put his drink on the counter I would take a swig while he wasn’t looking. Yeah, he got the flu right along with me. Hehe, chemical warfare.
Thankful for when it finally beeps, she takes it out and looks at it, then writes something down on her clip board.
She leaves saying that the doctor will see me shortly. I know better then to believe her, it’s the emergency room, and nothing’s a short wait. Well for me it was, I fell asleep, and instantly saw the doctor come in and try to wake me up. Why can’t you people let me sleep?
He tells me I can sleep all I want when I get home, but for now he needs me awake.
“Can you sit up?” he asks. “I need to feel your glands.” I sit up with difficulty and wait for the spinning to stop. I cling tightly to the sheet wrapped around me for support. His hands feel like ice as he feels around my throat.
He reads the chart he brought in with him and informs my parents that I have a 105.4 fever and swollen lymph glands, whatever those are.
“It’s a viral infection, and there’s nothing we can really do for it. You just have to wait for it to pass as miserable as it might seem, although we do need to do something about the fever.”
I lie back down and let them talk not really caring about what’s going on until one word catches my ear. Shot.
This really isn’t my day, first this and now he wants to stick me with a needle. I hate needles!
“Okay, it’s just a little shot.” I tell myself, until he comes back with it, and I see the size of it. That is, was, and will ever be the biggest needle I ever have, or will ever see.
I give a quick glare toward my parents as he approaches me with an alcohol soaked cotton ball. If I wasn’t so sick, every nurse in a ten mile radius would be holding me down right now. I guess having a 105 fever takes the fight out of people, because nothing but that could get me to agree to them sticking THAT into my arm…at least I hope that’s where he’s planning on putting it.
“It’ll only hurt for a second.” He tells me.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m back in my bed, and my mom is bringing me some Advil. No, not for my fever, it’s for my ass.
Why are all doctors such liars?
My right buttcheek is painfully throbbing and is slightly swollen. Not to mention the purple and green 2 inch bruise all around the puncture wound and to top it all off, I didn’t even get a sucker. Last time I got a shot I got one, although I was also only seven. I guess you’re disqualified after you're ten or something.
At least my fever broke. I have never sweat so much in my life, must have lost at least five pounds; half of it being on my dad from having to carry me around.
He left a half hour ago claiming he was in desperate need of a shower. Oops...
Good news is I’m not contagious so Al is coming over to visit me. For the first time in two days, I’ve finally gotten out of bed.
After I took some more medicine I convinced my mom that I felt much better and that she doesn’t have to stay home with me.She’s thankfully out at the grocery store, which gives me a chance to do some laundry.
I went into my moms’ room, grabbed the hamper, and went through all the stuff under my bed, the stuff I didn’t tell you about.
Making sure Alex didn’t sneak in first, I check around the house and in his room. He’s not there. My mom probably told him I was sick, so he’s probably going to avoid me like the plague.I don’t mind this due to the fact that when we were little whenever I was sick, he would read to me out loud from the TV and microwave manuals to make me “feel better”. For this reason and this reason alone, I would never, ever pretend to be sick.
I grabbed the laundry basket and snuck down to the basement to wash them. Being that I have no clue on earth how to do this, it took me longer then I thought. I have learned this though. Don’t mix red pajamas with white sheets. White sheets no more. Oh well, I think they look better pink anyway.
I managed to get all the clothes back in my room, and the sheets back under my bed. My mom won’t be too happy when she realizes I turned a bunch of our sheets pink.
The door bell rings and there is Allison with homework for me… great.
“Hey, heard you were really sick?” she says, staying at least three feet away from me.
“Oh, yeah, I had a 105 fever.” I say, taking a step closer.
“Ouch. You’re okay now though right?” she takes a step closer to the door.
“Yeah I’m better, but I now passionately hate doctors. Look what he did to my ass! “ I say pretending to bend over while Allison probably begins wondering why she's even friends with me. "Oh well, least I’m not sick anymore. Let’s go up to my room.” I say, motioning with my arm up to the stairs.
“Oh, great. Germ land.” She says sarcastically.
“You’ll live. Don’t worry I washed all my bedding.”
“Sure you did.” I pulled one of the pink sheets out from under my bed to show her which quickly convinced her.
“Okay, I believe you. Only you could do something like that. Wait... Why did you do that?”
“What do you mean?” I ask as I watch her hesitantly walk in.
“Why would you do your own laundry? You never do it, AND after being sick.” She looks at me suspiciously. “What are you trying to cover up?”
“Nothing. I’m not hiding anything.” I get those chills. That kind where you're hiding something and just got caught kind.
“Sure. Did you spill some of that food are you’re always sneaking up?” She says sarcastically. I give her the look. The drop it look. “Oh. Right, that. I get really embarrassed when I get blood on my sheets too.”
Yes! She thinks it’s that, close call. I wait a few seconds for the color to come back to my face before answering.
“Yeah, I hate those surprises.” I say. “So did I miss anything at school?”
“Not really. Jamie says he missed you at math. He stopped by at our table at lunch for a couple minutes. Him and those other guys he always hangs out with, the one with the glasses and cow licked hair, and the really small one, the one they call ant.”
“Oh, Anthony. Yeah, they’re pretty weird." If you can believe it, even weirder than us. Jamie was one of my guy friends, well okay, my only guy friend. The only guy that isn’t afraid I’d kick him in the balls or something. We’ve been friends since 6th grade. I’ve secretly had a crush on him for half that time, but being that he is male, he is oblivious to this.
“Hey! Maybe one of them gave you the locker present.” I say pushing the power button on the computer with my toes.
“So are you excited about the weekend?” Al says, ignoring my question.
Excited? I was dreading it. Two nights in a cabin full of other people sleeping on bunk beds. If I had another nightmare while I was there… I couldn’t even think of what would happen, if that happened. Maybe I can just ask my Biology teacher tomorrow if I can be excused from going. I can always just say I’m still not feeling well.
“Can’t wait.” I mumble back as I plop down on my bed after checking my e-mail, which, of course, was pointless. “I had a scary dream about you the other night.”
“Oh, about what?”
“Well, I was at school, and I was going over to your locker. For some reason I was really scared. Well anyway, I go over to your locker to find you, but there was a guy standing next to you pointing a gun at your head. I have no idea if he worked at our school, was some random parent, or what. He asks you a question, but I couldn’t figure out it at first. You answer “yes” and he kills you. It seemed so real and it was so gory. Like something out of one of the twenty-five Halloween movies.”
“That’s creepy. Why do I have to be the one to die in your dreams? Why isn’t Jaclyn getting her brains blown out with me?”
“Because you’re the one who believes in God.”
“What?” she asks sitting up.
“The question he asked you was if you believe in God, and you said yes.” I say up to the ceiling.
“Oh, wow. What else happened?”
“After that is when I woke up sick. I felt like I was falling and I woke up with my mom looking at me like I was half- crazy. She said I was yelling in my sleep.”
“Yeah, you do talk a lot in your sleep.” I just wish that was the only thing I did in my sleep nowadays.
“The weird part is that isn’t the first time I’ve had that dream. I’ve had it three other times already, and every time I have it there’s a little bit more happening.”
“That’s freaky, so how’s about keeping me alive in your dreams?” she says, getting up and browsing through my overflowing book case.
“Ha, yeah I wish I could.” Really, she has no idea how much I wish I could.
“What happened last time you had the dream?” she asks while picking one of the many books off the floor and reading the back cover.
“Well the same thing except, I hadn’t gotten to you yet, the last thing I remember in the other one was I turned the corner and saw something. I couldn’t remember what I saw when I woke up. I’m guessing it was you that I saw.” I say, still having a staring contest with the ceiling.
“Interesting…” I look over to see what she’s talking about, me or the book, which happened to be quite a weird one. The book I mean, not me, although sometimes I too can be a weird one.
“Hey Al?”
“Yeah, what’s up?” she asks, looking up from my mini library of teen fiction.
“You wouldn’t really say yes would you?” There was a long pause. “Al?” I look up at her; she seems to be lost in thought. I lay back down and waited for an answer.
“Yeah, I would.” A million thoughts go through my head, and so do a million words to call her. I keep them to myself; she’s my best friend, if she wants to believe in it, then fine. I just wish she wouldn’t be willing to throw her life out for it. I settle for a simple explanation.
“Why would you say yes?” I ask, tearing my eyes away from the ceiling.
“Because I do believe in God.” She says, attempting to find somewhere to put the book in her hands away, but then just settles for the floor with everything else.
“Well yes, I know you do, but why are you willing to throw your life away for it? It’s just a religion.”
“I’m not religious. I believe in God, that He sent His son to die for me and that He rose on the third day. That’s it.” That's what Al said, but all I heard was "Wah Wah Wah Wah, Blah Blah Blah" Like one of those teachers off Charlie Brown. When Al starts getting preachy, ANYTHING is more interesting to me than listening to her.
“Sounds like a religion to me.” It was weird to see Allison serious about something. Usually the best way to describe her is A.D.H.D on steroids. She is the most energetic person I have ever met and probably will ever meet. To see her stand there and be serious for a change was starting to freak me out. “Let’s get something to eat, I’m starving.” I say In an attempt to change the subject. |
It’s the next morning; I say good-bye to my mom and head out the door. The closer I get to school the more I get chills running up and down my back. I feel scared for some reason. I get closer with every foot step, butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. I start to get nervous. I go forward anyway.
The hairs on the back of my neck start to stick up. Something’s seriously wrong. My feet take me to mine and Al’s spot behind the school. My heart is beating faster and faster the closer I get. I’m at the turn and I stop. I wipe my clammy hands on my pants. What am I so afraid of? I’ll turn the corner and see Al there smiling when she sees me, then we will hang out like we always do.
There’s nothing to be afraid of.
I turn the corner and see Al, but she’s not smiling, not even close. She’s not even alone.There beside her, a man with a hand gun squeezed tightly between his fingers. I follow his hand with my eyes to see where it’s going, straight at Al’s head. His finger rested on the trigger. My brain shuts down; I stand there staring at the two of them. A bead of sweat forms in my hair and slowly makes its way down my face.Al looks up, tears and streams of sweat sliding down her pale, white face. I find my voice and scream Als name. The man looks up at me, his eyes bore into mine. They seem so hollow, so lifeless.
He turns his attention back to Allison, and asks her a question. It’s a simple yes or no question. “Do you believe in God?” he asks in a commanding voice. I stare at Allison. Please say no. Please.
“Yes. I do.” She responds, no fear present in her voice. My eyes lock in to what’s happening, unable to steer them away. There is an ear shattering sound of a gun blast, and I see Allison fall to the ground. The blood seeping from her head, forming a small black puddle. Her blank stare looking right at me, her green eyes digging straight into mine. A mixture of sweat and tears fall from my face.
He looks up at me. He comes closer. My heart feels as if it will pop right out. He comes right into my face.
“So what is your answer?” he demands with the same forceful voice.
“No.” I say barley audible.
“Good answer.” He says. “But now that you know it’s me, I can’t let you go.”I start shaking as I try not to throw up. He raises his arm and I fall, down and down. I hear a voice again, “You should go to the bathroom before bed.”
“Katie.” I hear a female voice call out my name. “Katie.” I hear it again, not quite sure where it’s coming from. “Katie, wake up.”
I realize that I’m back in my room, and my mom is trying to wake me up for school. I rub my eyes and find them wet. I figure I was crying. To my displeasure I realize my eyes aren’t the only things wet.
I look up and see my mom waiting for me to wake up.
I don’t understand, I did go to the bathroom before bed. Apparently that’s not the only time I went.
“I’m awake.” I grunt up at her. That doesn’t seem to convince her much so I sit up careful to keep the blankets tightly covering my lap. It seems to convince her a little more.
“Hurry up and get dressed, it’s already past seven.”
Me being a prisoner to my own bed can’t do this until she leaves. I fake the appearance of getting up, which to my relief pleases her enough to leave, with of course the door wide open.I wrap my blanket around my waist and make a run for the door and close it. I better be able to get out of this trip or I’m screwed.
I stash away the mess, do a quick sheet change, get dressed, and spray the area with air freshener. I run downstairs, grab a pop tart and head out the door.
Okay, Allison is spending the night tonight. Absolutely no liquids! I don’t know what I’d do if she or Jaclyn found out. This is embarrassing enough with out any one knowing. To top it all off, how am I going to get away with it during a weekend with all the girls in my class? Al is smart, and could probably think of something, but I don’t have the heart to tell her. I’ll just fake sick and I’ll have nothing to worry about.
When I got to school I go meet Al like always. Just Al. She takes one look at me, and gets on my case.
“What’s wrong?” she asks. “You look freaked about something.”
“I’m fine.” I lie as I try to lighten up. “Jeez you’re already packed?” I ask pointing at her duffel bag sitting up against the wall.
“Well yeah, my mom’s leaving this afternoon; I’m going to your place right after school.” Al says while she searches her locker for any more mystery gifts.
“Oh, right. I haven’t even started packing.” And if I can help it, I don’t plan on it either.
“Once the biology part’s over with, we’ll be free to do whatever. That’ll be fun.” Normally I would be just as excited about it as she is, but giving the circumstances I’d like nothing better then to stay home. I go along with her and pretend to be excited.
“Well, I might not go; I’m still feeling kind of… bleh.” I say, faking a cough for emphasis. She gives me the yeah-I-don’t-believe-that–for-a-second-look.
“Yeah, you weren’t even sick with a cough. All you had was a fever.” She says a slight hint of disappointment in her voice after finding no trace of secret gifts or letters.
“Well fine, then maybe I still feel a bit feverish.” I say as I look for a place to sit without squashing a million ants in the process.
“Oh please, it won’t be that bad, sure we may have to walk around all day looking at flies and weeds, but we will get nights to hang out and stuff. It won’t be so bad.” Yeah well, you’re not the one with the body that’s acting like a five year old.
Hey, maybe this is normal. Life is on this cycle nobody wants to admit. Once you hit 15 or 16 your body recycles and you start acting five until you hit mid twenties. That would explain why some teenagers are so immature. Then it happens again in your 40’s, but nobody will admit it, so they slap it with the label of “Mid Life Crisis.” And by the time it happens again, you’re just too old to care.
Hey. I can dream.
Once first period ends I approach the Mr. Lenords’ desk.
“Can I help you with something, Katie?” he asks.
“Yeah, actually there is. I’d like to be excused-“I begin to say, but am cut off mid-sentence.
“Katie, if it’s about the trip, I don’t want to hear about it, you’re going. You’re not the first person to come up and ask me to be excused from going.” He says with a bored voice.
I’m dead. I am so dead.
On my way to World History I passed Assyla. She was looking abnormally happy for some reason, and when she saw me, she gave me this really creepy smile. It’s almost like she knows something… I’m being really paranoid now, I know.
The rest of the day went okay, I’m really behind with school work, but what else is new?The nice part was when I went to gym. It’s Friday, so we usually have to run the mile, but when she asked why I haven’t been at school, she excused me from running. Yes!
I got to sit on a bench for 45 minutes and watch all the sweaty, red faced kids go by as they all stare jealously at me. I noticed that she came nowhere near me the entire time. Oh well, I took the extra time to catch up on homework and think.
I know it was just a dream, but I don’t think I’ve ever had a dream that clearly before. Usually when I dream I will only remember tiny bits and pieces, but with these dreams I remember every tiny detail and emotion. Maybe I’m just making a big deal out of nothing; maybe this is just my bodies’ way of getting me to lay off all the caffeine.
I’m just about to go to my last period when I run into Assyla. She’s doing her usual routine about me, and I place my fist into her in the usual spot in her stomach where my dad showed me.
Since my parents have divorced, my dad has nothing holding him back from showing me his favorite fighting moves on the count that my mom isn’t in the picture from keeping him from doing so. It really has come in handy though. Except right now for instance I forgot to look for passing teachers first and got busted mid punch. I got a detention. Thankfully that’s all. At least Assyla got one too, for provoking me in the first place.
I kind of wish she didn’t though, now I have to spend an extra hour with her.
By the time my last period finished I was exhausted, but I figured I could sleep when I got to detention, like I usually do when I’m in detention. Which is about, every three days.
Assyla was already there, so I take the seat farthest away from her as I can. This is difficult being that she purposely chose the seat in the middle so she could harass me.At this point I really don’t care, besides there’s some other people in here I can hide behind. I rest my head on the desk for a few minutes.
I jump up realizing that Al is waiting for me, and that I forgot to tell her that I’ll be in detention. I ran out before the person in charge (who happens to be my World History teacher) got a chance in telling me to sit back down.
I figure she’s by her locker. The closer I get the more chills I get running up and down my back. I start to sweat, and my hands become wet and slippery. I feel my lunch start creeping back through my esophagus. I can’t decide if it’s from being scared, or from the cafeteria food. I figure it’s a little bit of both.
My heart starts to race as I get closer. My worst fears coming alive as I turn the corner to find Al in the presence of HIM. He holds the gun at her head. I notice a tattoo of a snake on his left arm.I stand there staring at the two of them. A bead of sweat forms in my hair and slowly makes its way down my face.
Al looks up, tears and streams of sweat sliding down her pale, white face. I find my voice and scream Als name. The bald man looks up at me, his eyes bore into mine. He turns his attention back to Allison, and asks her a question. It’s a simple yes or no question.
“Do you believe in God?” he asks in a commanding voice. I stare at Allison. Please say no. Please.
“Yes. I do.” She responds, no fear present in her voice. My eyes lock in to what’s happening, unable to steer them away. There is an ear shattering sound of a gun blast, and I see Allison fall to the ground. The blood seeping from her head, forming a small black puddle. Her blank stare looking right at me, her green eyes digging straight into mine. A mixture of sweat and tears fall from my face.
He looks up at me. He comes closer. My heart feels as if it will pop right out. He comes right into my face.
“So what is your answer?” he demands with the same forceful voice.
“No.” I squeak.
“Good answer.” He says. “But now that you know who I am, I can’t let you go.”
I start shaking as I try not to throw up. I try to think of what my dad told me about what to do if someone comes up, but I can’t remember. All I see is a gun coming toward me, its owners arm lifting, and then darkness but the last thing I remember seeing was Alyssa standing there, but for once, after seeing me get hurt, she wasn’t smiling.
I’m falling. I continue to fall, I feel myself hit something hard. Something cold.
“Katie! Katie?” I hear a voice yell.
“I’m sorry!” I scream at the top of my lungs. “I should have listened to Allison. Give me another chance! I’ll make things right I promise!”
“Katie?” It yells again. A male voice. A person! I feel a hand touch me and I jolt awake, shaking harder then I ever have. A dream! I can’t believe it! It was only a dream! A second chance! I have never been so grateful in my life. Life! I’m still alive!
I open my eyes, I’m in a classroom? What am I doing in a classroom? Detention. I’m still in detention! I’ve never felt so happy to be in detention.
I look up and see HIM. The guy from my nightmares. And he’s touching me. I scream at the top of my lungs and kick, but he’s pinning me down. I fight to get free and call him every possible thing that comes to mind. I end up getting an arm free and sending my fist into his face. He lets go and steps back and clutches his face. Someone else steps up and pins me down.
I yell at the first guy with all my might. “How could you kill her?! How could you kill Allison?! What did she ever do?!”
“Katie!” someone calls. I look over and face the person who was holding me down. I recognize him from World History; he sits three chairs away from me. “It’s okay.” He continues, trying desperately to calm me down. “It was just a dream.”
I look around and realize I’m on the floor. Everyone is gathered around me. Scared looks on their faces, they probably think I was having a seizure.
I feel to dizzy to get up, so I squint because my eyes burn to keep them open. There are tears all over my face, judging by the look on everyone’s face I must have been crying. I must have been crying hard.
I look back over to the guy I thought to be the gunmen, and to my horror, realized he wasn’t. It was just one of the teachers who got stuck in charge of us.
Uh-oh… I just punched my World History teacher.
Yeah, I have a feeling THAT’S going on my permanent record, not to mention the fact that he’s probably going to fail me on purpose now.
Mr. Stinkly, who I just punched in the nose, is on the phone with someone. He’s talking about me.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with her! One minute she was sitting there and the next she was rolling on the floor crying and screaming nonsense!” He sounds angry and scared at the same time. I want to tell him that I’m okay, but I don’t even know myself if that’s true or not.
I guess I should probably apologize first.
He continues to yell at the person at the other end of the phone. “I don’t know how to do that! I’m a history teacher not a paramedic! Just get the school nurse over here now!” He slams the phone down and takes a deep breath. Both of his hands are over his face. “I’m never volunteering for detention again.” He mutters to himself.
Yeah, I don’t blame him. Deranged, psychotic, flailing girls aren’t usually in the job description.I try to control my breathing, and not sound so much like I’m suffocating, for their sake more so than my own. It’s too late though; I’ve freaked them all out. Beyond freaked is more like it. Nobody says a word, they just stare.
I feel so hot and sticky, so… wet.
The blood rushes out of my face, I slowly shift my legs. Wet.
I slowly move my head, ignoring the throbbing, and look down. Thank God! I was wearing my thick black jeans. The ones my mother dissaproves of so much. No one can see my little accident as long as my jacket keeps me covered. I pull my jacket down some more, just in case.
“Katie, good you’re awake.” says Mr. Stinkly, but everyone refers to him as Mr. Stinky because he has really bad breath. “The school nurse is on her way.” Mr. Stinky announces.
Good, maybe she can check out your nose.
“I’m okay now.” I say as I try to get up. Things begin to feel dizzy and he pushes me back down.
“She says I need to keep you lying down until she gets here.” I don’t argue with him, one of the reasons being that I don’t want him to talk. Seriously man, have a Tic Tac or something, have a whole pack of Tic Tacs. Instead, I just nod and lay my head back down.
“Anything I can do for you?” Mr. Stinky asks. Yeah, there is! Stop talking! I look around and everyone is still looking at me.
“Can you get rid of the kids?” I ask getting annoyed with everyone staring at me like I was some psychopath. Although, if I was acting like I was in that dream, they probably have every right to think so.
“Hey, all of you! Out!” he tells them.
They all eventually leave, moaning and complaining. I’m probably the most interesting thing they’ve ever seen here. It’s not everyday some girl goes mental in detention and socks the person in charge in the face.
“Hey Mr. Stinkly, have you seen Katie anywhere, she was supposed to meet me after school and she never- Katie?”
I look up and see Al. I was wondering if she was looking for me. “Why are you on the floor, are you okay?” she asks coming over.
“Allison, would you mind visiting Katie some other time, now isn’t a good time.” says Mr. Stinky.
“No, its okay, she can stay.” I say, somewhat relieved she’s here. It was getting kind of awkward just the two of us. That and he creeps me out, I thought for sure he was the guy from my nightmare; hejust has this…resemblance. But the guy in my nightmare was balder than my dad and he had a tattoo on his left arm.
Mr. Stinky has a full head of brown hair, and doesn’t exactly seem like the tattoo type. I don’t think they hire teachers with tattoos here anyway.
“What happened?” she asks looking down at my blood shot eyes.
“I don’t know, I remember sitting at my desk, then all of a sudden I’m lying on the floor, in front of six people.”
“Lying doesn’t do justice, screaming and rolling around would more likely cover It.” says Mr. Stinky, grimacing as he tries to touch his nose. Rub in the guilt why don’t you.
“What happened to your nose?” Al asks, noticing his scrunched face of pain.
“Your friend here throws quite the punch.” He says, making a poor attempt at hiding the bitterness in his voice. Al shoots me a dirty look.
“You punched him?” Al asks looking at me with bewilderment. One of the kids who were listening outside poked his head in.
“Punched. Ha. We had to hold her down from ripping him apart.” He laughs.
“Leave. Now!” Mr. Stinky says in a bored voice.
“What was I saying?” I ask out of curiosity, and to change the subject before Al rips ME apart.“Well first, you started fidgeting in your chair. Then that’s when you started screaming. We came over to see what was wrong, and you started crying and begging us not to kill Allison.” Al shoots me another look; I guess I’m going to have to explain later.
“Around this time you just tipped right out of your chair and started flailing around on the floor. We kept calling your name, but you kept on twitching and screaming. Then when we tried to wake you up you screamed something about a second chance, and that you should have listened to Allison about something.” He says, in the same bored voice, continuing touching his nose.
I have to turn my head and roll my eyes. I didn’t even hit him that hard, I was only able to get my left arm free, and I’m right handed. It’s not even close to bleeding.
“Wow, I knew you talked in your sleep, but this?” said Allison with a face full of concern, but also with “You’ve-got-a-lot-of-explaining-to-do.”
The nurse and principal come rushing in with a stretcher.
Oh great. So much for not causing a scene, but I guess it’s a little too late for that.I try to tell them that I feel better now, but they don’t listen. They talk to Mr. Stinky for a minute about what happened. The principal strokes his beard for a minute, and then tells the nurse to take me to her office for an examination.
Mr. Stinky and the nurse put me the stretcher, and walk me over to the nurse’s station.When I am evacuated from the room, I am met with a round of applause from the people waiting outside. I guess punching a history teacher is considered cool. The principal shuts them up pretty fast though, by offering them some more detentions.
Damn.
Attracting all the eyes of people walking in that area I close my eyes and pretend to be dead. Al walks along the side of us, giving the eye to whoever comes in for a closer look.
They set me down atop the bed and the nurse shoos out Al and Mr. Stinky.
“Hey, thanks for your help, Mr. Stinky. I’m really sorry about your nose, I didn’t mean to punch you, and I thought you were someone else.” I say, not realizing at first that I said that out loud.
He raises his eyebrows at me, mutters something about how he’s late to meet his brother, turns around then leaves after accepting a bag of ice from the nurse for his nose. The nurse is trying to hold back her laughter and Al is full blown laughing.
Smooth.
She shoos Al out, who is pretty much tearing up at this point from laughing.
“So, would you like to tell me what’s really going on?” she asks me, chomping on some mint smelling gum.
“What do you mean?” I ask, totally not expecting this.
“What really happened earlier?” she asks again. I wish she’d stop staring at me, she’s making me nervous.
“I had a nightmare, no big deal.” I say, totally lying. She grabs a chair and sits down next to me.
“Do you know what R.E.M. sleep is?” she asked me.
“No.”
“It’s what it’s called when the mind is dreaming. I take it that dream you were having wasn’t your average dream.” I nod, wondering how she knows this, well if the whole flailing around hasn’t already given that away. I haven’t exactly seen anyone else collapse during class yet.
“How did you know, minus the whole flailing around on the floor part?” I ask.
“It takes the body an hour of un-interrupted sleep to start the dream cycle, ‘Mr. Stinky’ as you put it, said you only nodded off for a minute or two until you started acting weird. How many times have you had these nightmares?”
“Five or six times at least.” I say, staring at the wall behind her.
“Are they all the same?”
“Kind of, it started off as walking to school with a weird sensation in my stomach, then kept progressing the more nightmares I had.”
“Are they scary?”
“Yes. Somebody Kills Allison and then kills me.” She seems to be thinking, so I let her and just sit there awkwardly until she snaps out of it and asks me another question.
“Do you know the person who does this to you?”
“No, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before. I thought it was Mr. Stinkly, so that’s kind of the whole thing with me punching him. I guess I was a little disoriented when I woke up.” She nods sympathetically and continues with her interrogation.
Yes! Who knows? I might actually not get in trouble for this! And I can say I slugged a teacher, among the many other people I can say I’ve hit! Sweet!
“Where does this happen?”
“Here.” This seems to startle her. “I was going to go meet Allison at out usual hang out spot, but when I get there, he is with her.”
“Do you think he is a student here?”
“No, he’s a bit older, more like in his early 40’s, late 30’s, but don’t take my word for it, I’m really bad with ages.”
“Does he have anything against you or Allison?”
“I don’t know, He was after Allison because she believed in God, and he killed me because I saw him do it.”
“Do you think Allison is his only intended target?”
“I’m not sure. He didn’t say anything about killing anyone before, or if he had any more targets.” I say, fiddling around with my jacket.
“Isn’t Allison the president of the Bible club here?”
“Yeah, something like that. Do you think it was like a hate crime or something?”
“Maybe.”
“Well it doesn’t really matter.” I say “It was just a dream after all.”
“Do you really believe that, Katie?” I pause for a moment and think. I really thought I was dead; I was shocked when I woke up on the classroom floor.
“I guess not.” I admit, but what else could it be?
“Anything else been happening because of them?” I debate telling her, but who wants to admit something like this? I instinctively pull down my jacket, which she notices. She raises an eyebrow at me, and I look away.
“Would you mind taking off your jacket for me?” she asks. The blood rushes from my face, leaving it pale white, well, more paler than usual, if that’s possible.
“No thanks, it’s kind of cold in here; I’d rather keep it on.” I say, continuing my examination of the floor. This jacket is the only thing from keeping her from seeing the “other thing that’s been happening.” I rather not go there.
“I can turn on the heater for you.” She says, pressing the matter further. Much further from my comfort zone.
“It’s alright; I’d be more comfortable with it on anyway.” I say as I begin counting the tiles on the floor.
“You know if there’s something you want to ask me, I won’t tell anyone, it will stay between us. No matter how embarrassing it might seem.”
“I don’t really have any questions.” I say. I’m such a liar, of course I want to know why this is happening, and I’ve even been looking on-line. But I just can’t seem to find anything.
She seems disappointed in me. Oh well.
“Then why won’t you take your jacket off? Are you trying to hide something?” Of course I’m hiding something, when am I not hiding something?
I know she knows, how, I have no idea, but my guts telling me it’s not a secret anymore. I look down to make sure my jackets still covering, which it is. Then how does she know? Maybe they all noticed when I was flailing around, maybe it wasn’t covered then, and he told her. I fidget uncomfortably at the thought of a group of juvenile delinquents knowing something like that.
The embarrassment of it starts to take hold of me as a tears start to form in my eyes. I slowly sit up and rest my hand on the zipper.
What am I doing? Someone, please stop me! I look up at her one more time.
“Everything will stay between us.” She says reassuring me. The more I pull at the zipper the more tears come out.
Seriously! Now would be a good time!
I take a deep breath and just do it, revealing the wetness in my jeans. She gets up, sits down next to me, and pulls me into a hug. I officially loose it then, and just let myself cry in her arms.
Yeah, pathetic huh? Even for me.
After a few minutes, I try to pull myself back together. I mean, there has to be at least an ounce of dignity in me left over. I mean hey, I’ve got a reputation to protect. I send in a good percentage of work for her, all those bloody noses and black eyes don’t heal themselves.
I hate to know what she’s thinking right now. The weird girl who pees her pants and cries in random peoples arms is the girl who beats everyone up? You’re joking, right?
I wipe my eyes on my sleeve, and zip my jacket back up.
“C’mon, I’ve got some dry clothes in the back you can change into.” She walks into a closet type room, and I silently follow. In a white plastic bucket was a large assortment of different clothes. I figure this must be the lost and found. She says I can pick out whatever I want, that they’ve been here forever and to please get rid of some of it for her. But that there was nothing for me in the line of under wear but a pair of guys boxers. She promises there new, so I take them. Anything’s better than this.
I find a pair of jeans around my size and a nice sweater I couldn’t resist. I quickly change and put my old clothes in a bag and stuff them in my backpack. I come back out, and take a seat back on the bed. She comes back over and sits next to me on the bed. She pulls me into another hug, and tells me it’ll be okay.
“Does it only happen when you have those dreams?” she asks. I nod my head, not really wanting to speak. For some reason I just want to stay there, with her arms wrapped around me. It feels…safe. I finally figure I better ask her.
“What am I going to do, I don’t have any control when I have these dreams, and I’m starting to have them during the day now. I also have to go on a camping trip tomorrow with the tenth grade class for the weekend. My Biology teacher won’t let me out of going. If I have a nightmare while I’m there.” I don’t even imagine what I’d do or what could happen. But she seems to get the picture.
“I know about the trip, and I’m going there as well, nursing duties call I suppose, but you’d think they’d live for two days without me.” She sighs.” Katie, if you ever need to get away from whatever happens, or if you just want to get away, come see me. Same with school, if another episode happens, I’m here for you.” She looks at me, her eyes full of kindness before getting up and reaching in one of the cupboards for something before coming back and handing it to me. My eyes grow wide and I start crying again.
"You don't have too, but it will help hide it."
"I ...am...not...wearing a diaper!" What is she trying to do, throw salt in the wound? Kick me when I'm down?
Maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing, now I have someone to open up to. But let’s just stick to one person. That’s humiliating enough for about… a lifetime perhaps? I'm not adding to it, so I get up and leave, making sure to leave the peace offering behind.
“Thanks, but no thanks” I say. She gives me one more hug, and I leave to find an impatient Allison waiting for me.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been out here? Jeez, what did she do to you in there, give you a C.A.T. scan?”
“No, we just talked.” I say, feeling myself begin to space out.
“What meaningful conversation could you possibly have with the school nurse?” she asks, rolling her eyes.
“Speaking of talking, I really need to talk to you when we get back home.”
“About what?”
“Your favorite subject.” I say as a hint of a smile escaping my lips. |
A/N Just a warning that the story gets a bit religious from this point on. I had planned on pretty much taking it out, but I didn't realize how much it played into the story line so I'm leaving it in more for character development purposes. If you don't like it, just skip over it. I had wanted to be a christian fiction writer back when I wrote this, if my past self read what I wrote in Just Let it Out, she'd probably have a heart attack lol“What happened to your pants? You’re wearing different ones.” Allison asks, pointing down to the faded blue pair.“Oh, I guess I rolled around in something sticky on the floor, there was a mysterious green colored substance down my leg.”She raises her eyebrows at me, but doesn’t pursue it. Why does everyone keep giving me that look? Am I that bad of a liar? I’m sure I could’ve come up with something better, but I couldn’t think of anything good that fast. Why can’t she be as oblivious as Jaclyn? That would definitely help me out a lot.When we get back to my house I grab some popcorn and shuffle Al into my room. I close the door and drop down on the floor with Al.“So what’s up, what do you want to talk about?” she asks. Just my luck, when I want her to be oblivious, she knows something’s up, but when I want her to know, she pulls a Jaclyn. I take a deep breath and try to remember the awful feeling of my dream, the large amounts of fear, guilt, shame, and the overwhelming gratefulness when I woke up. I thought for sure I had died. It wasn’t one of those dreams were subconsciously you know your asleep and dreaming. It was so much more than that. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced such strong emotions in a dream before. I sit there for a moment and try to concentrate on all those emotions that are driving me do things right this time. I realize I must be one of the luckiest people in the world. Not everyone gets a second chance to re-do life. “I want to talk about God.” I say. Allison immediately sits up straight; I can tell she’s been waiting for this moment for a while. “What do you want to know?” she asks dead serious. It’s almost scary.“Everything.” I say “everything you’ve been trying to tell me for the last three years.” She seems lost in thought for a moment; I can tell she’s trying to find the best things to tell me.“Why the sudden change of heart?” “I had a dream that really freaked me out, a continuation of the ones I’ve been having, except this one was…different.” I continued to tell her about all the dreams I’ve been having and all the emotions I’d experienced in them. I told her everything, except the whole leakage problem. I sit there in silence, waiting for her to say something, anything. It takes her a moment to leave her thoughts and come back down to earth. She finally snaps back.“Wow, those are some freaky dreams.”“Yeah.” “I think there’s a purpose to them though. I think God is trying to get your attention.”“Well He did a swell job of it.” She began to tell me things, things I already knew but never fully understood. She told me things like how God sent His son to die for me and everyone, and how He would have done it anyway, even if I was the only person. She told me that He knows everything I’ve ever done, but still loves me no matter what. For the first time, these things started to sink in. That He understands how I feel, how embarrassed and scared I feel. The little insecurities in the back of my mind, He knows them all. I’d always known these things, but I never truly believed them. I knew all the stories from being forced to go to church and whatnot when I was little. It just never really sunk in. I began to believe them, but was I ready? I’ve tried for years to convince people that I didn’t need help, that I was fine on my own. Was I ready to throw that all away and admit that I needed help? “Are you okay?” Al asks.“I think so.” My mind is spinning with so many questions.“Do you want to pray?” She’s looking straight at me, he green eyes staring straight into mine. I look away; I’m not sure what to do at this point. I know in my heart everything Al has told me is right, it’s not that I don’t believe, I’m just sort of afraid. I’m too ashamed of myself to do it; I’m too scared to face God. “I don’t know if I’m ready yet.” I say.“It’s your choice; I just don’t want you to make the wrong one.” I realize at this point, she really is looking out for me. I always just thought she wanted me to think she was right. Now I know it isn’t like that. I have the best friend anyone ever could ask for. It’s always been about me, not her. She’s been trying to get me to see it for my own good. “Thank-You. I’ll be ready when the time comes.” I know I don’t have much time left, but this just doesn’t feel right for me yet.”“Will you do me one favor though?” she asks.“Anything.”“When the time comes, will you come get me?” “I wouldn’t do it with anyone else.” For once, I wasn’t lying. She scoots over next to me and pulls me into a giant hug. I have no idea how long we stayed that way, and I didn’t care. I just wanted to stay wrapped in my best friends’ arms. All the things that have been happening just seemed to melt away. We stayed that way until my mom came up and knocked on the door. Thanks mom… We let go of each other and went to see what my mom wanted. She came up to help me pack. I dry my eyes on my sleeve and open the door to let her in. She comes in with an armful of my clothes and dumps them on the bed. “Jeez, mom, I’ll be gone for two days, not two weeks.” I say as I stare at the mound of about every article of clothing I own. “I just want you to be well prepared.” She says, pushing past me to my closet to pull out a traveling bag.“Thanks, but I’ll take it from here.” I say as I go to shoo her out. “Now.” I say as I stare back at Al. “You’re scaring me. Will you please stop being all serious and whatnot and go back to being queen A.D.D?”Al helps me pack as we talk some more until we are both exhausted and ready for bed. I climb into bed as Al makes a place for herself on the floor. I lie down and let my mind wander about all the things that she told me and about my embarrassing moment in detention. At least the school nurse was cool about it, for some reason anyway. I really, really hope no one else noticed. I wonder if it’s possible to die from embarrassment, I have a feeling I’m about to find out. ^ - ^It’s suddenly dark. I try to look around to see what has happened, but I can’t see anything. The room explodes with a bright light, which forces me to shield my eyes. There’s now fire all around the room illuminating it. I squint around trying to figure out what’s going on. I start to take in the room, it’s huge, at least a mile in each direction, or more. I couldn’t see where it ends. It almost looked like a giant…courtroom. It hit me fast and hard, like that piano that always falls on Donald Duck. I hear a voice call out my name. A strong, powerful, no- nonsense voice. The voice of God. I feel nothing but guilt and fear. I feel so transparent. The knowledge that He knows everything begins to overwhelm me. He proves this by showing me things of my life. Sins. Everything I have ever done, that makes me cringe thinking about, even the things I once felt proud of, makes me now feel ashamed. I can’t look up for the feeling of shame is to strong. I only deserve to look at the floor, but only because it is the lowest thing to look at. Tears are flowing freely from my eyes. I feel as even they are trying to get away from me. I have never felt so ashamed of myself; I even want to leave myself. I start to feel envious of my tears. “Katie.” He says, no compassion in his voice, I realize it’s too late for that, I had my chance and I blew it. He shows me all the times Allison has tried sharing Him with me, and all the times she has invited me to go to youth group with her. How every time I change the subject and make up some lame excuse that I already have plans. How could I have been so stupid? How could I not have seen the truth, it was right there in front of me this whole time, and I was too stubborn to see the truth. After all this time I always thought they were the stupid ones wasting their lives, when in reality they got the last laugh. I was being the one who wasted forever in return for a few short years. I just want to scream and yell out at my stupidity.It’s too late. It’s over. I lost. I burn.I’m burning! Everything is dark and dry! My eyes burn! I go to close them but I can’t! My eyelids are gone! I’m forced to stand there while dry, hot, dirty wind blows straight into my eyes.I look down at the rest of my body and realize my clothes are gone! “Well, at least no one else is here,” I tell myself as I look in every direction, but see nothing but dry, desolate, dessert in every direction as far as my eyes could see. I take a step, in an attempt to find someplace to get out of the heat, but am forced to stop as a wave of pain shoots through me. Boils the size of tennis balls have sprouted all over my skin and the bottoms of my feet. I cry out in pain, I need to get off my feet! I cry out in frustration and pain, there no way I can, I can’t sit down, the boils are everywhere. I’d only be sitting on them.I stand still, praying by some miracle they’d go away, but they don’t. The pain worsening with every passing second that I remain standing.I see a figure walking slowly towards me, I desperately look around for a place to hide, but all that meets me is dry, open, desert.I look over to see who it is and see…my mom? She walks up to me, rage displayed across her face, and begins to inform me that she wishes she never had me. That her life would have been so much better without me, and that her and dad would still be married. That she was embarrassed of ever having me as a daughter. What? What’s going on?I look back over at her, but she’s gone. My dad has taken her place. “Worthless child.” He says. “Alex was always so much better then you.” I start to cry, but the tears are…acid! They burn a hole down the side of my face. It immediately pops the sore on my face and they start to bleed. The pain is excruciating. The more pain I feel the more I want to cry, but the more I cry the more it hurts. I look up and see Al there.“You were always such a horrible friend. You think you're right about everything, but you’re not. You deserve what you’re getting, I tried to tell you otherwise, but you’re too stupid to know any better. I don’t know why I even bothered with you. .” No! This can’t be right? Al wouldn’t be down here. As soon as I realize this a horrible creature takes her place. It comes closer, growling, and frothing at the mouth. The eyes are just black pits, its body wrinkly and gray. I look over and see more coming. They start climbing up me, ripping open the sores on my body. I start screaming at the top of my lungs. There are five or six on me as I try to fight them off, but they just keep coming. They're completely covering me, until I can’t breath, they climb over my eyes, and on to the top of my head, until you can’t even see me. I fall down, and continue to fall.“Go to the bathroom before bed!”“Katie?” I feel a hand touch me and instantly awaken to my room. Allison is standing over my bed wearing a concerned expression on her face. “Are you okay?” she asks. “You were screaming. Were you having another nightmare or something? You were really starting to freak me out.” I nod and look down at my boil free skin. I wipe the sweat that’s falling down the side of my face with my arm and sigh with relief. It was just a dream. A dream! Oh no! I move my legs slightly under the covers and silently gasp in horror. I’m stuck. My mom’s going to be in here to wake us up any minute. I can’t get up with Al in the room. “Yeah. I did.” I say trying to act normal. “Oh, well it’s time to get up, we’re leaving in like forty minutes or something." She says walking over to her stuff in the corner.“I’ll get up in a minute.” I mumble, hoping she goes downstairs.“Sure you will.” She says sarcastically as she grabs the end of my blanket and begins to pull it down. I quickly grab the other end up as fast as I can.“Al, no, please don’t.” I beg as I pull the blanket back over my lap. She stares at me from my response and raises her eye brows at me.“What is it that you don’t want me to see here?” she asks suspiciously, eyeing me curiously.“Nothing. Please just don’t.” I plead. “Could you just give me a minute to get dressed?” “Hmm…You insist you’re not hiding anything, but you won’t take the blanket off, and you want me to leave…Okay…” she says and she turns her back and walks towards the door. I heave a sigh of relief, but she quickly turns back and before I can stop her, grabs the blanket off me and throws it to the floor. I hang my head in shame and wait for her to notice. It doesn’t take long. “Oh…My…God!” she stammers. The room goes awkwardly quiet. I throw my hands over my lap, and slowly look up at her. She doesn’t seem disgusted, just surprised. Really surprised. “You wet the bed?” she says slowly, not believing it was true. “I can’t believe it! You wet the bed?” I don’t say anything, I can’t. There’s no excuse for this. It’s pretty obvious. My cheeks must be on fire. I jump out of bed and change without a word, as she stares silently at me. I feel her eyes on the back of my neck following me from place to place.I take the sheets and stuff them under the bed with the ones from previous nights. I wrestle with a clean sheet as I attempt to put it on the bed and not cry. She doesn’t seem to notice this; she’s to busy looking under the bed. “Al, please don’t.” I mange to whisper. She re-appears with a strange look on her face.“There’s more!?” she asks in disbelief. I nod as tears start to fall. I don’t think this could get any more embarrassing. I sit on my bed as tears start to silently make their way down my face. I turn my head as I notice Al watching me.“Don’t cry.” She says. I don’t listen to her. I hear my mom coming to get us up; I quickly wipe my eyes and pretend to be intently interested in what currently resides under my finger nail, making it a point to avoid Allison’s gaze at any cost. |
Chapter 6
It was definitely the most awkward car ride I’ve ever been in. We both sit in the back in silence the whole way there. My mom keeps asking us if we are okay.
“Fine.” I say a little too quickly.
When we get there, I go join the rest of the group. Jaclyn spies us and makes her way over past the rest of the half- dead looking kids.
“What’s wrong?” she asks at the sight of the two of us staring at the ground, trying to avoid eye contact with each other. I walk away and wait for it.
Jaclyn screams and that’s the sign that Al told her what happened. I keep my eyes down as they start to re-fill with tears.
I bump into someone and look up. It’s the school nurse. I start to cry even harder.
“Katie, what’s wrong, what happened?” All I manage to get out is a couple high pitch squeaks. She takes my hand and guides me over to a secluded bench away from the group. “Are you okay?” she asks, chewing more mint flavored gum. Obviously not lady. I just shake my head and wait for myself to calm down.
“Allison spent the night last night. I had another nightmare, and she ripped the blankets off of me when I refused to get out of bed. She found out why I wouldn’t get up the hard way.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She says as she gives me a big hug. Why is it that hugs is can make things seem so much better? “What did you dream about?” she asks. I told her about the weird things I had experienced during this dream. "Wouldn't it have been better if you took what I offered you?" She asks gently, but not in a I-told-you-so, way. I mumble something unintelligible as a response while looking down at the dirt, before swallowing my pride, or what's left of it, and ask for another.
"Sorry, hun, I don't have anything like that with me. Those were for the Special Education class." Great, so now I'm special ed.
Mr. Lenord, my Biology teacher, calls me back over while waving his arms in the air. Okay, I get it, no need to cause a scene.
I thank the school nurse for all her help. She gives me one more hug before I go back and face my friends. She should really be the school shrink instead or something. I try to take deep breaths as I walk back over to the rest of the group.
Mr. Lenord gives the usual speech about what, and what not to do on this trip. The usual stuff, don’t do drugs, don’t drink, no personnel display of affection. We got the message, not like he didn’t explain it all a hundred times before in class. Not like anyones going to listen. I mean about the whole display of affection thing, not the whole drug thing.
“Does anyone need to go to the bathroom before we leave?” he asks. Jaclyn comes over and elbows me in the ribs.
“We know Katie sure doesn’t.” she says winking at me. Allison buries her face in her jacket to keep from laughing. I ignore her and pretend to be interested in what he has to say. He begins to read off the bed assignments. I end up getting Jaclyn as my bed mate. Allison elbows her in the ribs and says, “Your turn.”
We walk over to the cabins as I hear Jaclyn chanting “Please be bunk beds, please be bunk beds.” To mine and her relief they were.
“Don’t even think you’re getting the top bunk.” she informs me with a playful smile. We drop our stuff off on our bed, when Allison comes up to me.
“Want to go for a walk?” she asks. Not really, but I agree anyway. The first few minutes we spend in awkward silence as we walk around. Allison finally breaks the ice.
“So what’s been happening?” she asks as she looks ahead at the lake.
“What do you mean?” I ask, knowing perfectly well what she’s talking about.
“Well, what’s been making you do… that?” she says, still avoiding eye contact. “I mean you’ve never had that little problem before…right?” she asks, meeting my eyes.
“No. It just sort of started happening whenever I have nightmares.” I say as I turn my head and stare at the ground.
“Sorry about earlier. I was kind of in…shock.” I nod, still keeping my eyes on the ground.“Well you got to admit, it’s kind of funny, it’s not everyday you find out your best friend secretly wets the bed. I’ve been wondering why you’ve given up soda, and why there’s all those air fresheners in there.”
I look over and see her laughing. I laugh for a second to, a nervous laugh at first, but then it turns real. We both end up laughing as hard as we can by the time we get back, tears flowing from both our eyes. I look ahead to see the school nurse, who gives me a smile.
“I swear, it’s just when I have nightmares. It doesn’t happen during a regular nights sleep.”
“You must be having a lot of nightmares, you have a pretty good collection going on under your bed.” she says.
“Oh please,” I say, “That’s not even counting all of the sheets I turned pink. And there’s also yesterday during detention."
“You’re joking, right?”
“Nope.”
Al leans up against a tree, attempting to catch her breath from laughing too hard, but it’s usually pretty easy to get her to do, considering she laughs at everything.
“I can’t believe you peed your pants during detention.” She laughs clutching her side. I try to act serious for a moment.
“What am I going to do about tonight and tomorrow? If I have a nightmare, it’s going to be next to impossible to hide it from everyone. There is like ten other girls in our cabin. Most people already know about my little episode yesterday. Especially because Assyla was in the same room with me. There probably waiting to see what kind of crazy things I do this time.”
Which reminds me, why was she in my nightmare last night? What does she have to do with any of this? Hopefully nothing.
It’s a nightmare enough without her presence.
“So, what did you dream about this time?” she asks, crashing down near a patch of trees.
This is the first time I’ve had time to settle down and think about it. I sit down under a tree and let the wind blow my hair into my face. I replay the incidents in my mind making sure all of the information is correct, and proceed to tell her what happened.
“Wow.” She says. “And I thought your last dream was scary.”
“Yeah, but you want to hear the really weird part?”
“It gets weirder?” she asks in disbelief.
“I keep hearing a voice that tells me to go to the bathroom before going to bed.” Al falls over laughing.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. Even my nightmares are making fun of me.”
“Well, you should listen to it then.” She said trying to keep a straight face. “What’s with you and the nurse? Normally people our age don’t exchange hugs with their school nurse’s.”
“Oh. It’s because she found out about my little problem yesterday… She’s been cool about it.” I say, feeling my face turn a deep shade of red.
My face has been this color a lot lately, if I blush anymore, I think it might permanently stay this way. I shall forever walk my days on earth looking like I fell asleep at the beach.
“How did she find out? Was it during your CAT scan?” Al asks poking me in the ribs.
“No. She was wondering why I kept pulling down on my jacket, so she made me take it off. It was one of my most embarrassing moments having to sit there and show her what I was trying to hide. She said she would keep it between us and I told her about the dreams I’ve been having. Well, I take that back, it WAS the most embarrassing moment, but I think this morning takes the lead.”
“Oh, were you crying because when you came back out your eyes were all red.”
“Oh, yeah. When she made me unzip my jacket, she came over and gave me a hug. That’s when I officially lost it.” I say as I stare back down to the ground.
“Oh. So that’s where you got those clothes. Yeah, the floors aren’t THAT gross.”
“Yeah, but I had to wear boxers for the rest of the day.”
“That’s where they came from? I saw them on your bathroom floor this morning. Your brother doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to wear boxers with Spider-Man on them. And why would your brother even be in your bathroom.”
“Nice.”
“What were you guys talking about this morning?” Al asks. Just to tease me of course.
“Hmm. What horrific thing could have possibly have happened this morning?” I say sarcastically
“Hmm….I wonder what would happen if I de-blanketed you tomorrow morning.” She says, sporting a devilish grin, which to me, resembled a gremlin.
And no, I’m not talking about Gizmo.
“Don’t you even dare!” I glare at her. I just want to get through this…phase with as much dignity as I can muster. But by the way things are going; I don’t think I’m going to have very much of that by the time this trip ends.
“Relax, you know I wouldn’t do that to you,… in front of other people anyway. No guarantees about doing it front of Jaclyn for our own amusement. We can’t totally let you off the hook”
“You’re evil. You know that?” I say as I get up and punch her in the arm. “Just don’t tell any more people. I know you already told Jaclyn, she’s been teasing me all morning.” I mumble.
“Sorry.” She says massaging her arm “But we have to. If you think we’re just going to sit here, knowing our best friend wets the bed, you’re crazy. It’s been the best thing that’s happened since Jaclyn threw up on Bugs Bunny at Magic Mountain.”
“Will you two stop bringing that up. That was three years ago. It’s behind us, far, far behind us.” Jaclyn says as she walks up and joins us on the ground. “Let’s tease Katie instead.”
“Sorry. You came too late, it already happened.” I said. “So if that’s behind us…then this morning is behind us too…right?” I ask hopefully.
“Awe darn. Let’s start over then.” Jaclyn says, ignoring my pleas to put this behind us.
“Or we could change the subject!” I suggested hopefully. “As funny as my lack of self-control is, isn’t it getting old?” Al and Jaclyn exchange glances and sigh.
“Sorry ,Katie, but this is one of those moments that will forever go down in history.” Says Al as she starts examining a pinecone.
“I wish I was there.” Jaclyn sighs as she too started playing with the pinecones. She takes a glimpse at her hand, which is now sticky with pinesap, and throws it over her head. She then takes a can of soda out of her backpack and wipes her hand on its condensation.
“No you don’t.” says Al as she too ditches the pinecone and rubs its sticky sap on her pants. “Awkward…so very, very awkward. And don’t even get me started on the car ride up here.” I sigh and stare at Jaclyn’s soda, then back at my own Root Beer absent hands.
“Don’t give her one.” Jaclyn says to Al as she picks one up to hand to me. “I have to share a bed with her.”
“A bunk bed.” I quickly remind her. “The top bunk, which you have by the way, is the only thing you would have to worry about. We are sleeping on two separate mattresses. And it’s only 11:00 something in the morning. It’ll be long gone by the time we go to bed.”
“Yeah, but hey, why take any chances.” She says. I look up at Al, who sees this and takes a long slow drink of her own.
“Stop doing that!” I snap. She smiles back.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” She says. I roll my eyes back at her. Do any of them really pay any attention to the effect this subject might be having on me? Of course not.
“Well I’m going to go in the cabin for a minute; I’ll see you guys later.” I say as I get up and make my way back over to cabin 32.
On the way, I pass by Mr. Stinky as he heads over to the make-shift cafeteria. I give him a wave, but he doesn’t return the favor.
Seriously, get over it man, it was just a little bop in the nose. You’ll live.
“Finally, a minute to myself without getting made fun of.” I say to myself as I fall back onto a bed. Which, I got to say, wasn’t the greatest decision I could have made, considering these mattresses were as hard as rocks. At least I brought towels; it will make it a little more comfortable.
I pull up my backpack off the floor and start digging around in it. “Oh no”! I moan as I re-search my bag for the fiftieth time.
I forgot to bring towels.Not like they would keep anyone from seeing, but to simply save the mattress from a horrible, wet fate.
Can rocks even stain?
I glance over and notice all the dead bugs in the windowsill, and it begins to gross me out. I turn the other way and stare at the rows of the empty, metal, black, bunk beds.
Maybe I should be concentrating more on the dreams themselves and less on their side affects, as heinous as they might be. Why am I even making such a big deal about this? They're just dreams after all, right? No big deal, but then why does my mind consider the possibility of them being so much more?
Even if they were more than just dreams, that doesn’t explain why I’m wetting the bed. THAT I could sure do without. I mean I can’t find a logical purpose for it, if these dreams are trying to tell me something, I’m sure they would do a perfectly good job without the whole leakage problem.
What if they’re trying to warn me about something that’s going to happen? What good would that do? We’re both going to die.
Wait! That’s it! I have to change it! I have to do something that will change the result. What though? I could always grab a teacher. Yeah, that should work. Instead of wasting time gawking at him, I’ll tell someone. Who should I grab? Who’s the closest? Mr. Stinky! He’s got some pretty good biceps for a History teacher. He isn’t that far away either. There, if it ever happens in real life, I’ll go get Mr. Stinky
There’s something that’s been bugging me about him though, even more so then his breath anyway. He just…resembles the guy from my nightmares so much. Well, okay, now not so much, but when I first saw him, I saw the guy who was going to do this. It was him. Maybe I’m just taking things out of hand; it was just a dream after all. I’ve seen Mr. Stinky around school before, my mind just somehow managed to throw him into all of this.
Besides, it couldn’t be him anyway. The guy from my nightmare is as bald as Mr. Clean. And he’s supposed to have a tattoo of a snake down his left arm. Just because Mr. Stinky’s only employed part-time doesn’t mean they’d actually hire him with that tattoo. This school has a pretty strict dress code.
Although, now that I think about it, I’ve never seen him wear anything but long sleeves. Maybe they hired him as long as he keeps it hidden.
I have to get this off my mind, this is crazy. History teachers don’t do stuff like this, and history teachers don’t have tattoos. Well, teachers like Mr. Stinky anyway. He just doesn’t strike me as the tattoo type.
Okay, next time I run into him, I’ll just ask him to show me his arm. Okay, so I can’t at exactly be all…” Hey, show me your arm. I want to see if you have a tattoo.” I’ll think up an excuse to ask him later.Now, besides the weirdness of asking if he has a tattoo, I know I definitely can’t go up to him and ask if he wears a wig. A little on the offensive side. I could always pretend to be swatting at invisible bugs or something and “accidentally” hit him in the head.No, I think I’ve hit him enough for one lifetime. I guess I’ll just ask Al, that’s like, her favorite teacher. She’s always doing stuff for him. If there was any weird thing going on with Mr. Stinky, she’d know.
Note to self: Stop calling him Mr. Stinky as to avoid calling him that in real life…again. |
Chapter 7
Okay, after walking around for six hours looking at dirt, and the things that grow out of it, you’d think we would all be exhausted.
Of course not, now is the time that everyone has been waiting for, the time we get to ourselves. Two sweet fun filled, Biology free hours with my friends.
I’m starving; I just hope the food here isn’t going to be anything like it is at school. I’m in luck! No surprise something or other, no mystery meat, just good old-fashioned hot dogs. You can’t possibly screw up hot dogs. They neither look nor taste hideous. Just pure left over cow compressed into a tiny stick like shape drenched in ketchup with a Root Beer.
Yep, that’s right, a Root Beer. I’m feeling pretty confident tonight. And after walking, which felt like forever, I had to drink something.
Besides, I think I’ve finally gotten this whole thing sorted out. I’ll go to the bathroom before bed, and I’ll think about what I want to happen in the dream. I’ll be at school, get that uneasy feeling in my stomach, and go get Mr. Stinky. Who will in turn come rushing over to save his favorite student, Allison. He’ll see that dude with the gun and go mid evil on him until he drops it in defeat. Unless of course it IS Mr. Stinky with the gun.
Hmm… this could be more difficult then I thought.
After spending all afternoon looking at plants and lake life, e.g. worms, beetles, and mosquitoes. Ones mind begins to wander. Well wandering won’t really cut it, more like running as far and fast as it can. Anything to get away from things like the scientific names of weeds.
No joke, he stood there and talked for 20 minutes about a dandelion.
“Katie, come back to earth will you?” asked Al as she waved her hand in front of my face. Apparently, hot dogs aren’t all that interesting either.
“Smooth one, space case.” Jaclyn says sarcastically motioning her hand towards my side of the table. “Look what you just did.”
I snap out my trance long enough to realize I knocked over my soda at some point and that there was now a stream leading from on the can, onto the table, onto my lap. And I was just thinking about how good this night has been so far. Proof that nothing lasts forever.
I run up and grab some paper towels, cringing at the thought of all the ants my pants are going to attract tonight. I come back and attempt to clean up the last remaining stream that hadn’t yet made it on to my clothing.
“It just doesn’t feel like home until you manage to spill something, thanks, Katie.” Says Jaclyn as she watches with amusement at my pathetic attempt to mop up, which was just making things worse. Go figure.
I glance over at Al, who is, of course, snickering at me. She looks up at me and laughs even harder. “It’s a sign.” She giggles.
“Huh?” I ask, not really paying attention.
“Yeah, lets just hope that’s the only river you're going to be making tonight.” Says Jaclyn. I glare at the both of them, trying to hide the embarrassment that dwelt within.
“Shut up. Someone might hear you.” I mumble. This of course, only causes them to raise their voices higher. I quickly flash them both my hands, which is tightly formed into a fist. This shuts them up. For now anyway.
I sit back down, at our now sticky table and glance down the rows of tables. My eyes happen to shift over to the staff table where the school nurse returns my gaze. And what do you know? She’s laughing at me. She apparently had the pleasure of witnessing my little soda spillage, but then again, who didn’t?
I smile back to her and look back down at my tray.
“Seriously, what is going on between you and the nurse?” Jaclyn asks through a mouth full of hot dog.
“Why, what’s wrong?” I ask slightly offended. Jaclyn being well…Jaclyn, does not see this and continues on.
“Well nothing is wrong per say, it’s just weird is all. We all saw you this morning having a moment together. It was freaky, like something off of a Hallmark card.”
“What, we were just talking.”
“Really, because what I saw was you two sitting on a bench, with her arms wrapped around you and she was patting your back. While you had your head resting on her shoulder. Looked pretty Hallmarky to me.”
“So what? She’s nice.”
“Allison was text messaging me for like a half-hour trying to figure out what happened to you yesterday. You went in to her office, and never came out.”
“I was only in there for like ten minutes.” I say finishing off the last of dinner. I see a bunch of people get up and head over to the front; they must have put something out for dessert. Please be something with chocolate in it! What luck? I see someone walk by with a piece of chocolate cake. I instantly run up to the front to get some. I almost didn’t even care that it tasted like it had been sitting out all week.
Mr. Lenord gets up and announces that we have an hour to go get ready for bed until lights out. We get up to leave but are stopped by no other then Assyla and her clones.
“Nice performance in detention yesterday. It almost made it somewhat enjoyable for me, until you woke up that is.” She sneered as she gave me a smirk. “Everyone’s wondering what you’re going to be pulling on us tonight.”
We ignore them, which for me is surprising because normally she’d have a bloody nose by now. Guess I’m just too tired to care at the moment.
We walk back over to our cabin and go over to out assigned bunk beds and start getting ready for bed. That’s when we notice something unusual; we were the only ones in here. I go peek out the screen door and notice all the girls in a circle around Alyssa talking in whispers. What was so weird was that most of these people weren’t in her little crowd. Me, Allison and Jaclyn were the only people not over there. I point this out to them and we all stand by the window and wonder who they were trashing in their little gossip circle. They soon disperse and we head back over to our beds, pretending not to have taken notice of their little circle.
You can hear people talking and giggling, but once they enter back into the cabin, all goes awkwardly quiet for some reason. Maybe it’s my imagination, but I could have sworn everyone was looking at me. Like they were waiting for me to do something crazy. Al leans over to me and whispers, “What was that all about?”
“No idea.” I whisper back, but I have an idea, and it’s probably right. They were talking about me.
I try to shake it off as I climb into bed, trying not to hit my head on the top bar. The blankets that were given to us were thin and itchy, doing a poor job at warming us up. I’m sure it was no help that the door was only a screen, which allowed the fresh cold air to present itself into our room.
I stare, envious of the others who thought to bring a sleeping bag with them. The lights go out soon after and my thoughts drift back over to the dreams. I worry about it for only a minute as my body tells me it would rather sleep then think.
^-^
I throw my jacket back on as I make my way over to school. It’s extra cold this morning for some reason. The tiny hairs on the back of my neck stick straight up and I start to shake. I stick my hands in the pockets of my jacket to keep them warm. I don’t really feel all that cold, but I have goose bumps going all up and down my arms and legs. A nervous nauseated feeling rises up in my stomach, as I get closer to school. Something isn’t right. I instantly realize what’s going on. It’s happening.
I need to save Allison, I can’t waste anymore time. I run to the school as fast as I can. Instead of turning right, I turn left and sprint toward Mr. Stinky’s classroom. I barge in, not bothering to knock. I pause for a moment as I try to take in gasps of air.
“Are you alright?” says a middle aged women with brown curly hair. She’s looking up from the stacks of paper on her desk.”
“Where is Mr. Stinkly?!” I ask, trying not to raise my voice
“Oh, he already left.” She says, going back down to her paper work. “Is there anything I can do for you?” she asks not looking up at me. She doesn’t seem like the type to believe me. I don’t have much time. It’s a long shot, but here it goes.
“My friends in danger! I need you to call the police.” I say, trying to remain calm. This gets her to look up.
“Why? What happened?” she asks, her voice rising with concern.
“My friend! I think she’s in danger! There might be a guy around the school with her. He has a gun and he’s going to kill her.” I say, my voice rising with each word. She stares at me for a minute, a puzzled expression across her face.
“You think? There might?” she asks. “Did you hear someone talking about this? How do you know?”
“I dreamt it.” I say, realizing how stupid it sounded the moment it came out of my mouth. But I don’t have time to worry about it. I need help. She raises her eye brows at me, not sure whether or not to believe me.
“You…dreamt it?” she asks, sounding as if talking to a crazy person.
“Yes! Now come one! I need help!” I yell, motioning for her to follow me.
“Yes…you do.” She says slowly, her feet staying in place. “Maybe you should see the nurse.” She says moving around the desk to write a note.
“I’m not joking!” I yell in frustration. She doesn’t seem to believe me. I storm out and yell at myself for wasting time talking to her, and sprint toward the crime scene.I hear the ear-splitting blast of a gun that was fired close by.“I’m too late!” I cry out. I curse the curly haired lady with every word I can think of.
I turn around and see Alyssa coming this way to investigate the source of the noise. She walks past without looking twice; I see her jaw drop and her perfectly tanned face go paler than mine. A slight whimper escaping her mouth.
“Nice of you to join our little party.” Says the hollow voice I recognize as the shooters.
I hear another gun blast as I see Alyssa’s’ body drop to the ground. I start screaming as tears rush from my eyes. I hear footsteps coming this way. I’m frozen to the spot, unable to move. I see him look this way. My heart begins beating wildly.
“Oh, hello.” He says so innocently. He lifts up his arm, the arm with the gun in it. “Good-bye” I hear as I feel myself falling and I start to scream.
“Go to the bathroom before bed.” I hear as I continue to fall.
“Katie?” I faintly hear as I roll over and open my eyes.
There stands the whole group of tenth grade girls around my bed, excluding Al and Jaclyn, who are still asleep in their own.Alyssa stands at the foot of my bed. What’s going on?
“Having another nightmare are we, Katie?” she asks with a hint of excitement in her voice. I hear the word nightmare and freeze. Please don’t tell me I did what I think I did…again. I did. Oh crap.
“Well, were you?” she asks again. Not seeing where this is going, I nod. The girls start giggling amongst themselves. Is there something I’m not getting here? I, having no clue what’s going on ask
“What do you want?” She holds up some printed pages they have clearly been copied. She clears her throat for all to hear. Al and Jaclyn wake up and look to see what’s going on. She lifts the pages up to her face and begins reading out loud.
“I really can’t keep it hidden much longer, unless I stop having these dreams. There not exactly scary dreams, just weird. In my dream I’m terrified for some reason and I get chills running up and down my back. Then I wake up, but each time I’ve had them I dream a little bit more. I was almost to the point where I saw what was freaking me out so much. I remember looking at something, but it’s just fuzzy when I woke up.”
My face goes completely white as chills run up my back. I can’t believe it! She’s reading my journal! Al must have sensed this too; I see her hop off from her bed and come near mine. Jaclyn hangs her head from the top bunk to see what’s up. Alyssa gives me another evil looking smile and continues reading.
“I don’t mind the dreams so much, I actually find them quite interesting.” DON’T SAY IT! Please you have to have some form of a heart, please don’t say it! “The problem is I’ve been secretly wetting the bed because of it.”
I … CAN’T…BELIEVE…SHE…JUST…SAID…THAT!!!
“Awe.” Alyssa says in a fake sympathetic voice. “Is Katie wetting the bed?” I don’t say anything. I can’t. I’m in so much shock. She tosses the pages onto my bed.
“That IS what you wrote, isn’t it?” The girls start giggling loudly. “Well, if you’re not going to answer, we might as well have a look for ourselves.” She has to be joking. She wouldn’t do that, would she? She can’t possibly take this any further she had her laugh. She can’t be that mean. Could she? She gives a nod to the girls on my left and they each grab a piece of my blanket. I cling tightly to the piece that I have.
“Awe, what’s wrong Katie? You're not trying to hide something, now are you?” she said with a malicious grin. Why is she doing this to me? “Ready girls?” Before I could do anything to stop them, they grabbed the blanket and pulled it right off of me.
The room exploded with laughter seconds after. The only thing my brain could comprehend was the word run. I jumped out of bed and ran as fast as I could, making sure I plowed over some girls on the way.I didn’t bother changing, or fixing the sheets. I just ran.
I don’t know how long I had been running for, or how far I’d gone. I wasn’t really keeping track. All I wanted to do was distance myself from them as much as possible. I eventually got tired from running and stopped to catch my breath.
That’s when the reality of it began to sink in and I began to cry harder then I ever have before. I looked like a mess. My eyes were all blood shot; my hair was everywhere, and worse. I was still in my wet pajamas from the night before.I needed some place to hide; somewhere no one would find me. Being that I’m on a lake, there weren’t too many places to choose from. I went to the only place available. A porta-potty. I must have been in their for at least an hour. I lost track. All I know is that I’m never coming out. At least my pants are drying.
Sure, it smells like poop, but it’s better then being out there, I guess. I’ve never hated anyone before, sure I’ve despised people, but never truly hated anyone. Up until now anyway.
It’s been at least an hour and I’m still crying. I need someone to talk to, but I don’t want to leave. For some reason the things Allison told me the other night start to unravel themselves in my mind. I try to push it out, I’m really not in the mood to feel any more worthless than I already feel, but for another strange reason it keeps jumping back in. I’m to emotionally exhausted to keep fighting it, so I let it come in. I thought it was going to make me feel even lower, but strangely it doesn’t. It almost made me feel…better.
Sure, I cherish the idea of someone loving me unconditionally like the next person, but it just seems too good to be true. There’s just something about it that’s drawing me to it though, something I can’t really explain.
“Katie!” I hear someone call my name. I sit up for a second and listen. Nothing. I must be hearing things; maybe the fumes are getting to me. They should have a warning on these porta-potties.
Warning: Poop, harmful to humans if inhaled. Enter at your own risk.
“Katie, where are you?”
Okay, that time I know I wasn’t hallucinating. It sounded like Al.
“Please come out!” yelled Jaclyn. About time they came and looked for me. I’ve only been sitting in a porta-potty for the last two hours getting high off poop fumes. Seriously, my brain cells could be at high risk right now. I peek out the air hole at the side and watch them come closer.
Wait, I see three pairs of legs, there’s two pair in jeans- which are obviously Al and Jaclyn- but who’s the third? Defiantly not a student, they’re wearing stockings. I look down at my pajama bottoms, which are still noticeably wet. Oh great, I can’t go out there looking like this, although fresh air is sounding really tempting right now. I hear a knock at the door.
“Katie, are you in there? Open up, it's Allison.”
“I can’t,” I moan back.
“Please?”
“No!”
“By the way.” Jaclyn chimes in “We brought you some clothes.”
Okay, that catches my attention right away. I stick my hand out the door, hiding the rest of myself inside. I bring my hand back inside after each article of clothing is handed to me and quickly change.
“Now will you come out?” Al asks. I ponder it for a moment, but in the end, the need of fresh air convinces me to leave. I open the door and step out, the sudden brightness temporarily blinding me. I gladly inhale the cold, fresh air as it welcomes me to the outside world.
"Breathe much?" Jaclyn asks sarcastically as I start coughing and choking.
I finally manage to control my breathing long enough to spit out a “Not if you’ve been in a porta-potty for two hours.”
“God, stop being a baby, you were only gone for a half-hour. “
Note to self: get a watch.
Al elbows her in the ribs. I finally notice the other person standing next to me; it’s the school nurse. Al grabs my arm and leads me over to a picnic bench a few feet away, leaving Jaclyn and the school nurse by themselves. I laugh silently to my self as I hear Jaclyn trying to start an awkward conversation with her.
“So…yeah…you’re a nurse.”
Me and Al sat down facing each other.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
“No, not really. I’ve just been humiliated in front of the entire tenth grade class.” I say looking down at my hands. She doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, but what do I know, it was probably only thirty seconds.
“I’m really sorry that happened.” She says her bright green eyes boring into me.
“It’s alright.” I lie, my voice squeaking, giving it away. “It could have been worse; they could have been armed with camera phones or something.”
“Well actually…”
I lay my head on the wooden bench trying not to even think about it. Could this day get any worse? How in the world could she do that to me, aside the fact that we’ve been mortal enemies since sixth grade, but still? I swear, she has no heart. How did she even get my journal long enough to read it, let alone PHOTO COPY IT!!!
It’s my fault, really, how could I even write something like that down on paper? Did she sneak into my backpack when I wasn’t looking? The only time I ever take it from my backpack is to write in it, but I do have a habit of dropping it.
Wait! I spilled my backpack that day I punched her, I lost it and found it in the cafeteria. She must have spotted it, photocopied it, and then put it back to make me think no one found it. Oh, she’s good, but she’s not good enough. I will find a way to get her for this.
“Was that the only part of it she read, let alone, photo copied?” I ask.
“Well there was a little bit more, there was a part about…Jamie.” She sighed, not meeting my eyes.
No! Please not that part!
“It wasn’t…the day dream…was it?” I ask, secretly knowing what the answer is going to be. She doesn’t look back up; she continues to stare blankly at the ground.
“You’ve got to be joking! She can’t possibly humiliate me any more in one day.” I say as I clench my hands tightly to form fists. “She wasn’t going to um… tell him was she?” She nods her head.
“She went over to the guys’ cabin right now.” Just my luck, I’m so not writing in a journal anymore.
“She’s dead!” I yell as I pound my fist into the bench, which only made it start throbbing, plus I think I got a splinter.
“What are you possibly going to do?” Al says trying to calm me down.
“I don’t have to do anything; all I have to do is sit back and let something happen.” I say as I try to painfully rip the splinter out of the side of my hand.
“What are you talking about?” she asks noticing the gleam in my eyes. Usually I only get that look when I’m about to do something really stupid or dangerous, or sometimes both. Like say, punch someone twice as big as me, as I sometimes like to do. Did I mention that my extracurricular activity happens to be detention?She quickly notices this and tries to shake what I’m planning out of my head.
“It doesn’t matter.” I finally say, “It’s not real anyway.”
“Why, did something more happen in your dream?”
“Yeah. Instead of trying to find you, I went over to Mr. Stinky’s classroom to get his help, but some lady was in there instead. When I told her what was happening, she tried to send me to the nurses’ office. So I went over there myself but I was too late. Alyssa hears the gun and goes over to figure out what happened and runs into him. This part almost made it worthwhile, until he finds me anyway.”
“You wouldn’t really do that, would you?”
“Do what? I didn’t do anything.” I ask, somewhat puzzled.
“Exactly. You wouldn’t just let her die would you?”
“It’s not like I can do anything about it.” I say starting to get annoyed.
“What if you could do something? Would you?”
“No, not really.” I say as she jumps up on her feet.
“So you would just let her die?” she says, raising her voice.
“What don’t tell me you’re taking her side?” I say as I jump up too.
“Katie! You could have the power to save someone’s life and you’re not going to use it?
”No, and besides. IT’S NOT REAL!” I say unable to keep the anger out of my voice. I can’t believe it, after all Alyssa did to me today, she’s going to go and take her side.
“For all we know it could be! I think God’s trying to tell you something.”
“Enough with that crap! It’s not real! Get that through your little head. It’s just some stupid religion for people who aren’t loved enough so they have to go make up something that does!” I scream at her.
“You know that’s not true! You were freaked when you woke up in detention. You know it’s real. There is a God, and He loves you, if you would just see that-“
“Allison!” I scream at her “I don’t want anything to do with your ‘God’. I hate your God! In fact you can take your God and shove it right up your-“
“Katie!” Jaclyn whispered at me as she grabbed my arm. She shook her head at me. I knew then that I’d gone too far. Jaclyn bags on Allison all the time about what she believes, and if she even thinks I pushed it… I stare up at Alison…but it’s too late.
I can see she’s upset. More upset then I’d ever seen her in a long time. I could see tears start to form in her eyes. Now I’d done it.
“Al I’m so-“I start to say, but then stop. I stand there watching as she takes off the other way.
“Nice one.” Jaclyn says sarcastically as she punches me in the arm. Jaclyn runs to go catch up to Allison, with the school nurse in close pursuit, leaving me standing there alone. At first I didn’t really care. I was pissed. She needed a dose of reality. Didn’t she…?
I walk back to the cabin by myself. Every one else was already out with the tour by the lake. I figured I’d join them in a minute, but first I must dispose of some evidence. I sprint back over to where I had been sleeping the night before, but to my surprise, find it already cleaned up. The mattress was already flipped over and the sheets crammed under it.
Al must have done this… She’s definitely the only one brave enough to. If someone else had my little problem, I definitely would not be the first to volunteer to clean it up. I lie down on my sheetless mattress and sigh. She’s so sweet; I just wish she wasn’t so clueless.
I mean, I have every right to be mad at her. She saw what Alyssa did to me, and she is still going to take her side. And it’s not like that would even happen. I wouldn’t even have a chance to let her die. The dreams aren’t real, they're just dreams. Even if they were something more, there is nothing I can do to save her. I’m either already dead, or about to die. Even if I weren’t hurt, I wouldn’t go over to help her. I’d help Allison.
I can’t believe I’m even thinking about this. They’re dreams. That’s all they’ll ever be. It’s just my mind playing tricks on me. |
A very highly edited version of this chapter
I need to take my mind off this. I get out of bed and walk over to join the tour group. Yeah, I know. I ‘m desperate. I was in no hurry to face anyone there, my friends, or anyone else for that matter.I arrived ten minutes later as the Biology teacher was explaining the structure of an insect. I stand quietly in the back, hoping no one will see me. But of course they do.One head turns around, whispers to the person next to them, then all the heads spin. Giggles erupt from the crowd at the sight of me. I look down trying to hide the fact that I was blushing.
“People, can I have your attention once again? Just because Miss. Devo here was late is no excuse for laughter, it’s not that big a deal.” Mr. Lenord said.
“She’s only late because she couldn’t stand the thought of showing her face again” one girl said which only caused more laughter.If Mr. Lenord wasn’t here, I know where my fist would be right now.
“What may I ask is so funny here?” asked Mr. Lenord.
“Nothing!” I shout out before anyone has a chance to say anything. More laughter.
“Well obviously something is funny here. Katie, since you seem to be the cause of all this, would you mind explaining to me what appears to be so funny?” he asked.
“Yeah, Katie! Tell us all what happened last night.” Alyssa chimed in.
“Nothing.” I mumble as I stare at the ground, avoiding eye contact with anyone.
“Oh? What happened last night that everyone is so keen to talk about?” he asked.Why can’t teachers just mind their own business? Seriously.
“If she won’t say what happened, the rest of us will gladly spill.” Alyssa said taking full advantage of the situation. I don’t say anything; I just continue my examination thorough of the ground.
“Well?” he asks. “Who would like to share? Since this appears to be so much more interesting then the life cycle of a beetle.” I can’t believe I’m thinking this…but. Please, I want to hear about the beetle. Pleeeeeaaaaaaassssseeee. Talk about the beetle!I look up at Alyssa and give her one of those haven’t-you-already-humiliated-me-enough-for-one-day-looks. This only appears to have only egged her on since without missing a beat she responds with
“I will! Katie wet the bed last night!” The crowd explodes with laughter once again. I won’t run away. I won’t run away. I won’t run away. I won’t give them that satisfaction. I look up as the laughter starts to die down.
My biology teacher simply raised his eyebrows at me and says, “Katie, aren’t you a little too old to still be wetting the bed? No wonder you tried to get out of going yesterday.” Okay, that’s two people I now hate. If he was trying to make people laugh, it worked. And okay… I ran away. But c’mon, isn’t that reason enough? And you know what Allison and Jaclyn were doing after he said that. You want to know?
Laughing. Yeah that’s right, they were laughing just as hard as everyone else there.
At least this time when I ran away, I didn’t go hide in a porta-potty for a half-hour. I just hid in the cabin. Which I guess, wasn’t really hiding, but it got me away from everyone. I am seriously having the worst day of my life, no the worst week. No even better, month. Ever since I stated having those stupid dreams, my life has been going downhill.
First I’m wetting the bed, which is bad enough. Then I get a 105 fever, and then have to be taken to the emergency room, only to get a huge needle shoved into my ass, oh yes, that was highly pleasant. Then I’m flailing around on the floor during detention, which I then am humiliated by school nurse by forcing me to show her my wet pants. Then Allison finds out, and then Alyssa tells AND shows the entire tenth grade class, well girls at least, which is just as bad as guys and girls. I get into a fight with my best friend, and then once again publicly humiliated. I don’t think I can take much more of this.
Maybe a walk will help. Try to get my thoughts and whatnot together. I don’t know how long I walked for, possibly two hours at least (A.K.A. half-hour)
which pretty much got me no where, just tired me out some.I should really go apologize to Allison…I guess. But what if she’s doesn’t take it? What if she still mad at me. Okay after that last bit back there, she has to at least feel somewhat sorry for me. I mean, how much more embarrassing could it possibly get?
“Katie, why aren’t you with the group?” I look up to see Florence Nightingale sticking her head out one of the buildings.
“Oh, hi.” I say looking back down at the ground. “Some stuff happened and I had to leave.”
“Would you like to come in?” she asked. Not really, seeing as this whole walking thing is getting me nowhere, I accept. I walk in to a small little room with just a bed, chair, cabinet and sink. I sit on the bed and she grabs the chair, spins it around and sits down facing me. We just sit there for a moment in silence until she finally says something.
“Allison told me what happened this morning.” She starts this usual conversation and my eyes go to their usual place. The ground. “Allison is only trying to help you; you should go easier on her.”
Okay, this I wasn’t expecting. I was expecting something more around the lines of “ I’m so sorry that happened, Alyssa’s getting expelled.” Yeah, that’d be nice. But no, I’m the one getting scolded, after everything that’s happened. Go figure.
“Right, after everything that she’s done today, she’s taking Alyssa’s side on it. That’s really helping.” I say unable to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.
“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about her trying to tell you about God. She told me about it when we were walking to find you this morning. She seemed so excited that you were making progress.”
Ugh not you too. I just shrug my shoulders and continue examining the floor boards.
“She really does have your best intentions at heart, and you just blew up right in her face.” I look up, shocked at what she’s saying. “You really should give it another chance.”
I simply shake my head and say. “It’s not my sort of thing.”
“It’s your choice.”
“I guess, but I still don’t understand why I’m having these dreams, let alone the…um…other thing that’s been happening because of them.”
“I’m sure it will be revealed to you when the time is right.”
“You can’t possibly think there’s a purpose for all this?”
“Actually I do, I think there’s a purpose for everything.”
“Look, part of me does want to believe all this, but a bigger part of me says it’s a load of crap.”
“Then let’s focus more on the part that does want to believe it. I know deep down inside, you know we’re not alone.”
Okay, she’s starting to sound like something off of the sci-fi channel. This is getting too weird. But yet, there’s just something that’s keeping me here, curiosity maybe, I don’t know. Whatever it is, it’s giving me goose bumps. She notices this and places her arm on mine. That’s when things really start to get weird.
I’m having flash backs of all the things that’s been happening in my dreams, except from the look on Florence Nightingale’s face, she sees it to.
First I’m at the school and I see the guy ask Allison the question, she says yes and gets killed. I say no and also get killed, I see Alyssa standing behind me.
I’m then in front of God, having to replay the awful feeling of guilt and shame. He shows me my sins, and then I’m sent to hell after he shows how I didn’t accept Him. I feel the pain of the boils and the acid, and the things that are said to me. And then it stops.
I look up and I’m lying on the floor. My head is throbbing; I figure I landed on it. I look around to see what happened. I feel shaky again and am covered in a cold sweat. I look up at Florence, who managed to at least stay in her seat without blacking out.
“Katie, are you alright?” she asks as she stretches out her hand to help me off the ground.
“What happened?” I ask in a shaky voice as I sit back down on the bed.
“Did I just see what you’ve been dreaming?” she asked in a dazed sort of voice.
“Well, what did you see?”
“When I touched you, I saw the school then I saw Allison lying on the ground, then I saw all of these…creatures.”
“Yep.” I say, “That’s the one.” She sits back down and thinks for a moment. She seems just as pale as I am which is saying something because I usually look whiter than Casper.
“Those aren’t normal dreams.” She says finally, almost in a whisper. “Katie, I think it’s trying to tell you something, you need to listen.”
I know this is true, I’m just, I don’t know. Now that this has refreshed itself into my mind, I feel more afraid than ever.I know what their trying to tell me is true, it’s just… I don’t want to admit they’re right I suppose.
“So… what happened out there that made you leave?” she says, bringing up the one conversation I wish she wouldn’t.
“Another public announcement of my lack of self control, and Mr. Lenord only made it worse.”
“It’s not your fault, this isn’t normal what you’ve been experiencing, and maybe it’s just freaking your body out or something. Or maybe, there’s a point to it all. You never know.”
“Okay, I doubt that, but they don’t know that.”
“Are you even friends with these people, or care about any of them?”
“Well, no.”
“Then there’s no point worrying over it, it’s not like your trying to impress these people.”
“It’s still the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“I know your right. If it will make things easier, you can sleep in here instead.”
“CAN I? YES! THANK YOU!” I say, practically screaming from excitement.” I was planning on sleeping outside, but this is so much better. I will be eternally grateful.”
“No problem, there’s some blankets in the cupboards over there. Just do me one more favor.”
“What?” I ask, expecting some embarrassing request to clean up afterwards or something.
“Have Allison stay here with you and work things out with her." Phew. That’s it.
“Ha okay. If she will ever talk to me again.” I say, relieved she has not chosen to embarrass me like every one else has.
“Don’t worry about it, she will.” She says, giving me a reassuring smile.
“Thanks again for everything Mrs. Uh… nurse person.” I say, as I realize I don’t even know her name.
“You can call me Amanda.” She says.
“Oh okay. Thanks for helping me through this. It means a lot to me.”
“No problem.” She says as she flashes me another smile. I smile back and leave to go find Allison.I look in the cabin, but it looks like they aren’t back yet.
I try to sit and wait, but I get to antsy and nervous, so I decide to go out and look for her. I walk down the path that leads down to the lake, making sure to keep my mouth closed as I rehearse in my head what I’m going to say to her.
I see them of at a distance, so I take a deep breath and walk over that way, taking my sweet time getting there.I make an attempt at sneaking by people to get to Al, but it doesn’t quite work out that way. Once I’m spotted, the crowd erupts with laughter, which instantly signals to Al and Jaclyn that I have arrived. Great.
“Glad to see you’ve made it back, Miss Devo, we were just discussing the different nutrients that are found in this soil.”
Well to bad I’m going to miss that, really, I would have loved to stick around and listen to you talk about dirt, but I have much more important maters to take care of.
I make my way over to Al, pushing past (a little harder then necessary) the people who are standing there snickering at me.
“Al, I need to talk to you.” I whisper into her ear. She doesn’t respond, she just stands there and pretends I’m not there. “Al really, I really need to talk to you.”
“Well to bad, I’m busy.” She snaps back.
“I want to apologize.”
“Fine, well start talking.” She says, still looking toward the front.
“Not here.” I say as I point back in the direction of camp. She gives me a look of uncertainty then looks back towards the front. Allison is the kind of person who would never break the rules, so she must have been pretty bored if she was willing to sneak out and follow me back to camp, which somewhat surprised me. We walk back to camp in silence and I lead her back over to our bunk beds.
“Look Al, I’m really sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean it.”She looks down and doesn’t say anything.A signal to keep going. “Look. I’ve been thinking about what you said all day, and I think you're right. Al, I’m really sorry about what I said earlier, I swear I didn’t mean it, I’ve just been under a lot of stress from the whole nightmares and whatnot. Then the thing that happened this morning.”
“It’s okay, I forgive you.” Al says after thinking it over for a few minutes as she pulling me into a hug, which I gladly accept while we hang out talking the rest of the evening until Jaclyn came looking for us. I had really almost expected a long drawn out fight with me ending up groveling for forgiveness. Thankfully she’s not one to hold a grudge.
“Well when you two are done being all sentimental over there, dinners being served now, so if anyone cares, I’m going to go get some food. Unlike some people” Jaclyn says as she glares at me. “We had to walk all day so I’m starving.”
“I would have gladly walked instead of being under the conditions that I’m in right now.” I point out.
“Oh yeah, by the way, I’m pretty sure they’re going to pull the covers off you again. So unless you somehow gained some self- control over there, I’d sleep somewhere else tonight.”
“Yeah, I already got that taken care of.” I say.
“What sleeping arrangements or self control?”
“Sleeping arrangements. Amanda’s letting me sleep in her work station tonight.” I say as I get up and starting packing my bag back up.
“Who’s Amanda?” Al and Jaclyn ask at the same time.
“Oh, she’s that person I’ve been talking to.” I say as I get up.
“Please don’t tell me you’ve been having hallucinations with those nightmares of yours.” Jaclyn says as she raises her eyebrows at me.
“No. She’s the nurse person.” I say as I cling to the railing of the bed for support as I make an attempt to walk.
“Oh. You mean Florence Nightingale?” Jaclyn asks.
“Yeah. Something really weird happened when I was in there talking to her today. She touched my arm, and then we both started seeing bits and pieces from my dreams. Then I woke up on the floor.”
“You really are a psychopath, you know that?” Jaclyn says impatiently by the door waiting for us to get ready for dinner.
“Oh, by the way, she says I can stay the night only if you come with me.” I say to Al.
“Oh, well no offense or anything, but there’s no way I’m sharing a bed with you.”
“Don’t worry. It’s too small to fit both of us in there, one of us is going to have to sleep on the floor.”
“Hey I’m doing you a favor. I get the bed.”
“No way it’s mine.”
“In your dreams.”
“In my dreams, you don’t get the bed, you get the body bag.” I point out.
“Ha, let’s not go there.” She says. “And besides, so do you.”
“Which means both of you will be dead, which leaves the bed completely open for me so I won’t be stuck in here with whoever it is that snores. Didn’t you guys hear her last night?” Jaclyn asks halfway through the door motioning for us to hurry up and continue our conversation on the way. “Are we ever going to get to eat or what?”
“Okay okay, we’re coming.” I say as I try not to think about what’s going to happen when I get there. “I didn’t hear anyone snoring last night. I fell asleep pretty early.”
“Ugh. Lucky, it took me forever to fall asleep.” moans Al. “At least I won’t have to deal with it tonight.” She smiles as Jaclyn gives us both a glare. When we walked in, it was normal enough. No one, as usual, paid any attention to our existence. Just the way I like it. Sure, there was the occasional wise crack, like for instance when we were in line. The poor bored people who got stuck with kitchen duty, making a feeble attempt to entertain themselves when they pass out their assigned item.
“Juice for you, Juice for you.” They said as the line moved on. I recognized one of the girls from my cabin. Oh great.
“Juice for you.” She said as Jaclyn passed down. “No juice for you.” Is what was said when I passed. I pass by without argument, not wanting to start anything with that subject. She continues her little chant to the lucky people who get something to drink. Well, the lucky people who don’t happen to be me anyway.
So we go sit down at a table near the back, then something even more surprising happens. Jamie and some of his friends come and join us.
“Hey, what’s up?” he asks me. This surprising me so much, I start choking on my plastic fork.
I’m sooo good at flirting.
After him hearing what I wrote in my journal, I thought he’d never speak to me again. I manage to hold on to what little dignity I had left and say hi back.
“Look, I heard what Alyssa did to you, and we’ve come to help you out.” He said getting to the point.
“What do you mean?” I ask. What could he possibly do to help me? And more importantly, WHY would he want to help me. He flashes me a smile, a smile that says nothing short of revenge.
“What are you planning?” I ask cautiously.
“Oh, just a little something.” He says, trying to sound all innocent and whatnot. “I need to know what she likes and fears.”
“Umm she hates bugs, values her hair with her life, and for some reason has a strange addiction to Pringles.”
I look over at Al who I thought for sure was going to say something against it, but it’s been a surprising day. She seemed totally into it.
“You can put bugs in an empty can of Pringles.” She threw in, which just about shocked everyone at the table. “What? Stop looking at me like that. I have an evil side too you know.”
“Okay, that’s a good one, any other ideas?” he asked.
“Well we have to do the whole hand in warm water thing.” Said Jaclyn, it’s only ironic that she wets the bed.”
“Does that even work? Well whatever, her hair has to go down.” I say. “Let’s put shaving cream in it, it will turn it into a rock.”
“Sweet.” He said. “We need something big though. All the girls in your cabin we’re involved. Let’s hit them all. Except of course you three.” He says, pointing toward us.
“Let’s take all their bras and underwear, dip them in starch, and put them outside in the cold. They’ll turn hard as a rock.” Al said with an evil grin.
We all blankly stare up at Al. Where is she coming up with all this stuff? Has she been holding this evil side inside her all this time? She ignores our stares and continues. "We can name tag them, then throw some embarrassing underwear up there and put their names on it.”
This is really getting scary. I think I’m rubbing off on her. Even Jamie seemed shocked, and he’s the one always going around joking saying there’s a little bit of evil in everyone.
“When good girls go bad.” Jaclyn said in a dramatic voice.
“Okay everyone needs to do something. We need someone to get bugs, someone to get shaving cream, an empty can of Pringles and.” Jamie said trying to not laugh “A bra fetcher. And no, not you two.” He sighs towards Anthony and Josh.
“ Fine. We’ll get the bugs.” Moaned the guys in disappointment.
“I’ll get the bras.” Jaclyn said with a malicious grin on her face as she got up and ran back to the girls’ cabin.
“Okay, me and Katie will sneak into the kitchen later and get the shaving cream and starch. Al you can find the Pringles can and warm water.”
“Alright.”
“Okay, we’ll all meet outside by the oak tree at midnight with all the supplies.” |
“So… why are you doing all this?” I ask out of curiosity and since the silence was killing me. He shrugs his shoulders. “She read your journal to us. That was cruel, even on my level.”
“Oh. Is that all she said, was my journal?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Did she say what she did this morning?”
“No what?” Well everyone else knows, it’s not like he’s not going to find out.
“Well, she got all the girls around my bed, read my journal out loud, and then um…pulled the covers off.” I say as I turn a deep shade of red.
“I’m filling her bug repellent with sugar and water for that.” He seemed completely serious too, almost mad.” So what’s up with the whole dream thing?” His turn to fill in the silence.
“Well, it’s kind of a long story.” I say, not really wanting to get into it.
“We’ve got like three hours to kill.”
“Alright.” So I told him. I told him about the nightmares, about seeing Allison dying and getting saved, and the questions that came with them.
“Whoa…that’s…. scary.” he said finally after a few moments of silence. “I’m really sorry about what Alyssa did to you. That must have been really….”
“Yeah. I had tried to get out of going the other day, but it didn’t work so well. “ What I’m curious bout is why he is not repulsed by this little fact.
“Well we should go get our supplies now, everyone else is gone, even the kitchen staff.”
“Okay, so what do we need?”
“Umm…Sugar, starch, shaving cream, and glue.”
“I’ll go get Alyssa’s bug repellent can.”
“And I’ll get some shaving cream. Meet me back in five?”
“Okay.” I say as I run over to the cabin. After everything that’s gone on today, I can’t say it’s gone too badly. Sure I want to totally block it out of my memory, but not all of it’s been bad. When I enter, I find Al and Jaclyn sitting on their bed trying to suppress their giggles.
“Did you get them?” I ask.
“Yep.” Said Jaclyn pointing under Al’s mattress giggling.
“Sweet.” I say. “Al did you get one of her cans?”
“Yeah.”
“Anyway we can get her bug repellent?” I ask. “It wouldn’t look good going through her stuff with all these people in here.”
“This place got a P.A. system?” asked Jaclyn as she sits up.
“Yeah, in one of those buildings. Why?” I ask.
“I have an idea. Come with me, we’ll need Florence Nightingale’s help.” She led me over to her workstation and knocked on her door.
“Oh hello.” Amanda said as she saw us standing there.
“We need a favor from you.” Jaclyn said as she scribbled something on a piece of paper from her pocket. “We need you to read this off on the intercom.”
“Why is there something wrong?” she asked as she read Jaclyn’s note.
“We need to get the other girls out of the cabin. We're trying to play a little prank and we can’t, unless they leave.”
“I don’t know if I can do that.”
"Please, it’s to get Alyssa, you heard what she did to poor Katie this morning. We just need to get them out for like a second. After you make that announcement, you can say two minutes later that the meeting was cancelled. Please.” She looked uncertain for a moment and after a few minutes of pleading from Jaclyn, she finally gave in and headed over to the P.A. system.
“C’mon we don’t have much time.” Jaclyn said as she dragged me back to the cabin. We waited at the side in the dark until we hear Amanda’s voice over the intercom.
“Attention all tenth grade girls. A mandatory meeting is being held now in the cafeteria to discuss the conditions of the showers. I repeat all tenth grade girls mandatory meeting in the cafeteria.”
“Now we wait for them to leave.” She whispered to me. And sure enough 30 seconds later, all the girls came out mumbling about their time being wasted.
We waited 'till they were out of sight then snuck back in and searched through Alyssa’s bag for her can of Off.
“She’s got the entire mall compressed in a bag.” Said Jaclyn as she digs through all of the clothes and make up. “A hair dryer? A curling iron? And a hair straightener. What doesn’t she have in here?”
“Just hurry up and grab the bottle, Amanda’s going to announce the cancellation any minute and we still have to go over there.”
“Stop calling her that, it’s creepy.”
“What? That’s what she told me to call her.”
“Whatever. Here I got it; now lets get out of here befo- ohh look at that color!”
“No, leave it alone!” I say as I drag her away from Alyssa’s nail polish collection. Who brings nail polish to a lake?
I zip up the bag and step out just in time as the intercom goes off and announces that the meeting has been cancelled. We run back behind the building and wait for the pissed off girls to return.
“C’mon let's go.” She said as she dragged me by the arm back over to Amanda’s station.
“How’d it go?” she asked when she saw us.
“Good. Thanks for all your help.”
“What did you do? Do I even want to know?”
“Phase one is complete, I’ll leave it at that.” She said, a hint of a grin escaping her lips.
“I’m not even going to ask.”
“So why are you not being all teachery on us?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know, telling us off for what were doing. Being teachery.”
“Well for one, I have no idea what you two are up to. And two, I’m not a teacher am I?” she said as she winked at us. “Now I’m going to bed, lights go out in ten minutes. I’ll leave the door unlocked for you, Katie.”
“Thanks.”
“Good night.” She said as she walked past us and out into the darkness.
“Well, let’s go do what we need to do to this and get back before Allison has a cow.” Jaclyn said and she started walking over to the kitchen.
I walk silently behind her and I start to wonder. Am I doing the right thing here? Will getting even with her really make me feel any better?
Part of me is saying of course it will, but there’s this other part… Maybe it’s not too late to back out.
“It’s locked!” Jaclyn said in disgust as she tried the door. Phew, if we can’t get the supplies, we can’t go through with it. “I bet that isn’t.” she said pointing up over the door to a small window barely able to squeeze someone through.
“How are we supposed to even get up there?” I ask as I stare at her in disbelief. “Oh no. You’re not standing on top of me!”
“Well how else am I going to get up there? I’m lighter then you, and probably the only one able to squeeze through there.” I know I sometimes let people walk on me, but I didn’t know it was so literal. I sigh and get down on my hands and knees.
“Ouch! Watch where you’re putting your feet.” I yell up at her as she steps up on my back.
“Oh, hold on.” She says as she tries to gain her balance and lifts her arms up to the window sill. “I can’t reach it, any way you can elevate yourself?”
“Umm… not really.” I moan as her feet sink into my back. She stands on her toes, as her weight is further pressed into me.
“Got it. It’s unlocked.”
“Great. Now hurry up and get off my back!” I yell up at her. She opens the window and lifts herself up with her arms. Relief!
I roll out from under her and watch as she ducks her head under and disappears inside. I hear a loud thump as she hits the ground. A light inside flickers on and the door unlatches. I get up slowly, trying to ignore the pain in my back, and let myself in. The sudden burst of light makes my eyes burn; I squint around and see Jaclyn dumping the contents of the bottle of Off! in the sink.
“Go look through the cupboards for the sugar will you?” She asks as she rinses out the canister.
“How’d you even know what we were going to do with this?” I ask.
“I have three brothers. We do this stuff all the time. Now go find the sugar.” I look through about a dozen doors until I finally find it.
“So what is this going to do exactly?” I ask as I hand it to her.
“When she sprays this stuff on, she’ll attract every bug and mosquito from a mile around.” She said as she shook up the can of water and sugar. “Trust me, I speak from experience.”
“Are you sure we should be doing this?” I ask. “Doesn’t this seem a little too extreme?”
“Are you crazy? Like what she did to you wasn’t? What else do we need?” Jaclyn asked as she browsed through the cupboards.
“Umm…starch.”
“Oh okay. Here it is.” She said as she grabbed it and threw it on the counter. ”Anything else?”
“I think that’s it. The guys are getting the bugs, Allison’s in charge of the can and water, Jamie’s getting the shaving cream, and you got the bras.”
“Sweet. Now come on and let’s get out of here before someone sees the lights on.”
“Oh no! I forgot to meet Jamie; I was supposed to meet him after I got the can. He’s waiting for me outside the cafeteria.”
“We’ll stop by on the way back,” she said as she held the door open and motioning for me to grab the supplies and hurry up. I grab them off the counter, turn the lights off and follow Jaclyn outside.
“What took you so long?” Jamie asked as we arrived at the cafeteria.
“Sorry, we made a quick pit stop on the way.” I say as I hold up the bottle of starch and modified bug spray.
“Oh cool. You already got it. I got the shaving cream.” he said holding up the can. “And I found some random containers lying around our cabin we can use. Oh and there’s Anthony and Josh.” Jamie said pointing up at the outline of two figures making their way towards us. “You have the can of Pringles, right?”
“Argh, Allison has it.” Jaclyn said. “I’ll be right back; I’ll go get it from her.” We watch in silence as Jaclyn bounds toward the entrance of the girls cabin and reappear with Allison by her side.
“You got the can?” Jamie asks Allison motioning toward her arm.
“Yeah, but I couldn’t find an empty one, guess we got to eat um first.”
“Works for me!” Anthony says as he makes a grab for the can in Allison’s hand.
“Forget about the food, look! Bras!” Josh said as he points up at Jaclyn. I look over and notice Jaclyn carrying a handful of everyone’s bras in her arms. She rolls her eyes and lifts them over her head as Josh makes a lunge for them. What else is on guys minds besides food and girls underwear?
“Back off pervert. We need to freeze them.” Jaclyn says as she dumps them on my lap.
“Where are we going to hang them? “ Allison asked as she stuffed a handful of chips in her mouth.
“There!” Jaclyn said as she pointed up to the tops of the dead oak tree branches. “Nice and open.”
“Toss me one of those containers.” I say to Jamie. I pour the starch in one and one by one dip the bras in it and hand them off to Jaclyn as she scales up the tree. I watch as she climbs to each branch and hangs them on individual branch. She jumped down and examined her work with pride. It looked like a giant, dead, bra decorated Christmas tree.
“There. That ought to leave a nice impression on them. Don’t you think?” she said as she wiped the tree sap on my sleeve. As weird as I felt about doing this, I couldn’t help but stand back and admire Jaclyn’s work. It’s just a prank I told myself. No ones getting hurt, it’s all for fun. Our fun anyway.
“We really need to take a picture of this.” I say, as I look up at all the bras dangling from the tree branches. It’s not everyday you would see something like this. It was quite amusing.
“What’s next?” Allison asked as she ate the last of the chips.
“Umm… the bugs.” Jamie said as he turned toward Anthony and Josh.
“We gotcha covered.” One of them said as they emptied their pockets to reveal a handfuls of larva.
“Ewe, you put those in your pockets?” Jaclyn asked in disgust. They just shrugged their shoulders and dumped them into the Pringles can. They then glued the paper seal back on and placed the white cap on.
“Anyone got a pen?” Josh asked as he pulled a sticky note out of his pocket.
“Jaclyn’s got one.” I say. She didn’t look too happy that I said that. She glares at me, before reluctantly handing it over to the hands that recently held maggots. We watch as he scribbles something on the sticky note, and then sticks it on the can.
“Go stick this in your cabin; she’s bound to open it in the morning.” He said to Allison.
“Wait one more thing. Here, stick her hand in this.” Jamie said as he poured a clear liquid into a bowl, which I could only assume was the warm water.
“I’ll do that!” I gladly volunteered.
Jaclyn shook her head. “Katie, Katie, poor naïve, Katie. Sorry.” She said as she rested her arm on my shoulder. “But, we all know what will happen if you do it. You can’t walk five feet without spilling something. By the time you get there, there won’t be any water left in the dish.” I look to see them all nodding in agreement, guilty expressions written across their faces.
“Fine. Al can do it.” I say glumly. I must say, Al couldn’t have done a better job then me, when she came back, half of it was down the front of her.
And I thought I was the only clumsy one around here.
“For some one who’s supposed to be all perfect and whatnot, she sure snores.”
“That’s who was snoring last night? It sounded like a small animal was being tortured,” said Jaclyn “Did she wake up at all when you put her hand in it?”
“No, that was the weird part. She just got this funny looking smile on.” said Al.
“Anything else?” I ask, trying to get a part in the plans, besides being a human footstool.
“Here.” Jamie said as he tossed me the can of shaving cream. “Just remember, be quiet.”
Me? Not quiet? Who do they think there talking to here? I didn’t get voted Most Likely to Forget How to Talk for nothing. Or was it Most Likely to Fall Down a Flight of Stairs? I can’t remember.Well anyway I sneak back over to our cabin, not making any noise.
Well okay, I might have made a little noise when I jammed my finger in the screen door, and possibly when I dropped the shaving cream can. But other than that, I was quiet as a mouse.
I glance around the room and try to figure out which bed Alyssa was sleeping in, which was pretty easy considering all I had to do was follow the snores.
Allison wasn’t kidding. If someone didn’t know people were sleeping here, I swear they’d call animal control. When I creep up to her bed, I couldn’t help but laugh a little at the sight of her with her hand in the water. I wish I had a camera. I get on the other side; shake the can up, and then Jaclyn walks in.
“What are you doing?” I hiss at her.
“What am I doing? What are you doing? It’s shaving cream not spray paint. Just squirt it.” She whispers at me.
“What are you doing though?”
“Making sure you don’t wake up everybody. You, plus a dark room, equals trouble.”I ignore her. I mean I’m not THAT clumsy… I think. I only dropped the can once, and nobody even stirred. I press the squirt button as I watch the white foam squirt into Alyssa’s hair. I got to admit this made me smile. I moved it around and tried to make little designs, I almost made Mickey Mouse ears, but the can ran out. So she just has one ear, and a blob.
Jaclyn just shakes her head at whispers, “Weirdo” at me.
“Okay, let’s go.” I whisper.
“I’m tired, I’m going to bed. I’ll get you and Allison up before the show starts.” She whispers back.
“Okay. Good night.” I say as I grab the blankets off Al’s bed and mine. I got to admit, I was pretty tired too, but Allison beats us all.
At first, I thought I was seeing someone else, but when I came closer, I was shocked to see it really was her. We did the impossible. We wore out Miss A.D.H.D. I came back to find her leaning up against our bra tree asleep. I give her a shake and lead her back over to the nurse station. I tossed her one of the spare blankets, and even let her have the bed. I was going to ask her something, but it was too late, she was gone. At least she doesn’t snore.
I set up a spot for myself on the floor and lay down. As soon as I do, my mind shot off, probably even faster than Alyssa’s mouth when she sees what we did the next morning.
“So, that’s it right? You got my attention, and I believe in you now. No more nightmares, right? That was the point of the nightmares, right? For me to get saved. And now I am.” I whisper. I mean. There can’t possibly be any other reason for me to keep having them. God used them to get my attention, just like everyone said He did. There’s no purpose to keep having them. Right?
I close my eyes, confident that it would be over. Maybe I’ll finally get good, dry nights sleep.
It’s one of those beautiful days outside today. It’s crystal clear outside. The suns shinning down on me, there’s not a cloud in the sky. The grass is green all around me, in all directions.I look over to see a group of people over to my right. There are flowers everywhere. I wonder what’s going on.
It’s such a great day, so why is everybody…crying?
Curiosity is getting the best of me, so I walk over to see what’s going on. I finally figure it out. It’s a funeral. But for who is it for?
Wait, I recognize some of these people. Some of these kids are from my homeroom class. And I recognize him from detention! Who died? Was it someone from school?
My feet seemed to lead the way, regardless of what I wanted them to do. I look over in the front row and see…my mom? I walk over to her.
“What’s going on?” I ask her. She doesn’t look up, or answer. I ask again, but this time louder. Still there’s no response from her. She won’t look at me. She just kept this really vacant expression on her face. I begin to feel extremely annoyed. Why is she ignoring me? I look and see as she begins to cry. I feel the anger begin to drain away, and I begin to feel sorry for her.
“It’s okay, mom. Don’t cry.” I say. Still she gives me no response. I wave my hand in front of her face. She still doesn’t even look at me! Almost like she doesn’t even…see me. I shake the idea out of my head. She’s probably just mad at me for something. Maybe she found the pink sheets under my bed. They were kind of expensive sheets. But still…I walk on and look at all the crying people.
Then something strikes me. I see Alyssa’s clones sitting near the front; they look horrible. I’ve never seen them without Alyssa leading the way. Where is…Chills begin to run up and down my body again. Something’s telling me to look up, I really don’t want to. I don’t want to look up! I suck in my breath and do it anyway. The blood drains from my face as I look at the picture of the deceased. It’s Alyssa. I look back at all the sad, crying faces. I see my mom crying again. Jeez, I know she liked her, but c’mon. I had a strange feeling in my stomach that Alyssa wasn’t the reason she was crying so hard. I see her get up, and walk away.
I follow by her side. She still refuses to acknowledge my presence. It started to hurt, what did I do to her? This I could tell was far more serious then a couple of sheets. But what?
I follow her as she walks down through the cemetery; she silently cries the whole time.
“Mom! What’s wrong?” I ask. Still, she just continues to walk, like I never even said anything. I look on ahead a ways and see a young man with his head bowed, standing in front of a tombstone. Next to him stands an older man, also with his head bowed. She walks up to them and cries harder.
The young man begins to silently cry as well. It’s…Alex. Why is he here? Let alone out of his room. This is getting scary. Really scary. What’s going on? And the older guy is…my dad! “What’s going on?” I yell at them.
I want answers. They don’t look at me either. Like I never even spoke. I walk up to my dad, and place my hand on his shoulder. Well I was going to, that is, until my hand went right through him. I step back in shock. I try again, and once again my hand goes right through him. I try to touch my mom and Alex, only to have my hand go right through them as well. They seem to have felt nothing. At this point I was scared. More than scared, terrified!
They all remain quiet and stare silently at the tombstone. I can’t see whose name is on it, they’re blocking my view of it. Well…if it works for my hand, why not my whole body? I take a deep breath and walk through. An icy chill shoots through my body.
“It’s cold.” My mom said silently, almost a whisper as she tugs her jacket closer to herself. I turn my attention away from them and stare at what they were looking at. At first, it didn’t make sense. It looked like any other tombstone around here. I blink, slightly confused. No! That can’t be right! There has to be a mistake! But it was there, plain as day.I stand silently and read.
Katie Marie Devo
Daughter, Sister, and Friend.
Rest in Peace
1991-2007
What! I can’t be dead! I’m right here! I look up at them, hoping this has to be some sort of joke. But they weren’t there.
I watch as they silently walk away, leaving me there.I begin to feel a falling sensation, a sensation I’ve been becoming quite accustomed to.
“Go to the bathroom before bed” I hear.
I feel a pair of hands cling to my arms and shake. I jolt my eyes open. Jaclyn stands over me, shaking me awake.
“Ewe, you’re all sweaty.” She said in disgust as she wipes her hands on her pants.
“Huh? Oh sorry.” I moan.
“Well get up, we don’t want to be late for the screams.” She said as she steps over me to go wake up Allison. I don’t budge.“What are you waiting for? Get up!”
“Umm…I can’t.” I say as I feel my face go red. Allison sits up and she and Jaclyn exchange glances. The room is soon filled with giggles. I can’t help but laugh with them for a moment at my expense.
“Should we?” Jaclyn asks Allison. They begin to laugh again and come dramatically slow towards me.
“No!” I say pulling up the blankets my face turning a brighter shade of red. That doesn’t stop them and soon blankets are in their fists and they’re pulling it off. I laugh as I try to fight to keep the blanket down. They out do me and soon the blankets are off and we’re all cracking up.
It’s just us, this I can handle. I can at least laugh at myself.
“So? Who wants to get me some clothes?” I ask.
“Here. I already got them.” She said as she throws them at me. I get up and walk into the bathroom to change. I can hear them cracking up all over again at the wet blanket under me. I don’t mind though, as long as no one else sees it anyway.
I quickly get cleaned up and dressed. I find a trash bag and stuff my old clothes in it. What am I going to do with the blanket though? Steal it?
I come to a conclusion. I wet it down in the sink, wring it out, and stuff it under the mattress. At least that was the last night we’re here.
“C’mon lets go before they wake up.” Jaclyn said as she pushed us out the door.
We walk past our bra tree and laugh. They’re clearly frozen stiff, and no one noticed it yet. We sneak back into the cabin and laugh somewhat silently at the sight of Alyssa’s hair. We remove her hand from the water and dump it outside. If she really wet the bed, people won’t know it’s a prank, and neither will she. We lie back in bed and wait. One by one they wake up, and of course they don’t notice Alyssa at first.
They all come to me to see if I wet the bed again. I show them all the dry mattress under me, disappointed, they quickly loose interest.
Finally someone notices Alyssa.
“Alyssa! What did you do to your hair?” one girl asked.
“What are you talking about?” she grunts. She places her hands on her head and screams. She runs for a mirror and sees the shaving cream, which is completely hardened, leaving a thick, white shell on her head. The girls begin to crack up, harder than ever. “It’s not funny!” she screams.
One of the girls, after catching her breath, points down at her shorts. Me, Al, and Jaclyn crack up loudly along with everyone else. It actually worked!
She screams in horror and runs into the bathroom with her bag. We all laugh loudly for about ten minutes, until someone looks through their bag to change.
“Has anyone seen my bras?” one of the girls asks.
“Mine are missing too!” another shouts out. All the girls are soon digging through their bags. None are able to find them.
“Someone took our bras!”
“That’s not all I took.” Jaclyn whispered to us and winked. She lifted up Allison’s mattress and revealed at least ten pairs of underwear.
“Whose are those?” I ask starring from the underwear back to Jaclyn.
“Wait for it…” she said as she put a hand up to silence me. And right on cue came a scream of frustration coming from the bathroom.
“You took Alyssa’s underwear?” I ask trying not to laugh in front of the other girls, who were still looking for their missing bras.
“Every pair I could find.” Jaclyn said proudly.” She doesn’t know the meaning of packing light.”I look over at Allison, who had to hold a pillow over her mouth to keep from laughing, as she watched all the girls looking for their missing clothing.
Ten minutes later, when Alyssa finally came out of the bathroom, looking slightly uncomfortable. Her hair, still completely shelled in. Giggles erupting from the room. They, at least, saw the irony of what happened.
“Who took all my underwear and bras?” she screamed.
Another girl called out, “All of our bras our missing.”
“Ugh.” Alyssa moaned quietly, trying to hide her red face as she threw her bedding under her mattress, and threw herself onto the bed. “I hate these stupid mosquitoes!” she moaned as she grabbed her bug spray and sprayed it all over herself. Allison started laughing out loud and me and Jaclyn elbowed her in the ribs at the same time.
“What are you laughing at?” she sneered.
A girl asked a couple beds away, “What’s that noise? There’s a weird humming sound coming from somewhere.”
“Yeah, I hear it too.” Another girl said. I heard it as well, and judging by the looks on Al’s and Jaclyn’s faces, so did they.
“That’s not from us is it?” I ask them. Jaclyn shakes her head.
“I don’t think so.” Said Al as she looked around the room for the source.
“If I ever catch who did this, I’m going to kill them!” Alyssa yelled as she reached for the can of Pringles in the front. Maybe it’s just my imagination, but I could have sworn it was vibrating. We saw her read the note Josh stuck to it which read: Compliments from the staff.
She tore the note off and pulled of the first seal. Okay, I swear the noise is coming from the can. I look over at Al and Jaclyn they see it too. Uh-oh.
She tore the re-sealed seal off and about a hundred flies shot out through the top and out into the cabin.
Alyssa screamed and dropped it. The rest of the girls began screaming and running out, and we gladly joined them.
We look over and see Alyssa gagging and spitting flies out of her mouth. She looks pissed.
We look inside the window and see the room, which is now completely filled with flies, giving off an extremely loud buzzing noise. Some other girls joined us and watched, puzzled expressions filled their faces. Others wanted as far away as possible, others still screaming and dancing around, making sure there was nothing on them. We all exchange looks with each other.
That wasn’t supposed to happen, but I got to say, it gave things an interesting twist. The three of us laugh nervously among ourselves.We hear some more shouts, and realize people have noticed our little bra tree. Every guy here was standing under, gazing with amazement. All except Jamie, he was standing a little behind staring with amusement as all the girls came over, dumbstruck at the sight of all their bras, completely frozen, hanging from the branches from the clips.
“Oh…my…God…” we heard some of the girls call out.
We couldn’t keep it in any more; the three of us completely lost it. We stood there, barely, laughing as hard as we could. Every little thing was causing us to laugh harder. Mr. Lenord, running out in his bathrobe to see what all the commotion was, for instance. He came out and asked us what was going on, but we couldn’t give him a straight answer, we couldn’t stop laughing.
I managed to calm down long enough to point up to the tree, but seeing his expression when he followed my gaze, only made it all start over again.
“Oh, by the way, don’t go in the girls’ cabin!” Jaclyn called out as he walked toward the tree. He spun around to ask why, but saw he wasn’t going to get anything else out of us.You know what he does? Yep! You guessed it! Went straight for the girls’ cabin.We all ran as far away as we could , but close enough to get a good view. When he opened the screen, hundreds of flies shot out, straight into him.
Okay, maybe not hundreds, but Josh and Anthony filled that can to the brim with maggots, and there were sure more flies then I have ever seen in my life.
After they flew past Mr. Lenord, who was screaming and dancing around, they headed straight for sugar coated Alyssa.
At this point, I don’t think any of us could breath at this point, when we tried to laugh, which was becoming extremely painful, all that came out were quiet gasps for air.We watched painfully as Alyssa ran around screaming her head off as a swarm of flies chased her around.
We weren’t the only ones cracking up; everyone started laughing, all except Alyssa, and Mr. Lenord, who was still spitting flies out of his mouth and nose.
“Where did the flies come from?” Jamie asked as he walked over to us, watching all the chaos.
“Remember those maggots Josh and Anthony filled the Pringles can with. They turned to flies overnight, and when Alyssa opened it, they all flew out into our cabin.”
“Wow. That worked out even better then planned.” He said sounding impressed. We stood for a moment and watched, half the guys watching the flies, and the other half admiring our bra tree. More staff came running out, wondering what was going on. When they saw our tree, a few frowned, a few smiled and some actually started laughing.
“Well, I wonder who could have done this…” a voice said behind us.
I spun around to see Amanda standing next to us admiring our piece of art. She looked at me and gave me a wink. “So that’s what you were doing when you had me make that announcement.” I gave her a look of pure innocence and she just laughed. “Don’t even try to act all innocent, I’ve read your school record.” she said clearing her throat. “Twenty-seven detentions and it’s only February third.”
“Hey, it wasn’t my idea; it was all Allison’s. Besides, that last one doesn’t really count as a full one. More like twenty-six and a half. And most of them were chained; I’ve only done five or six things. They like to give them to me weeks at a time.” She raised her eyebrows at this, clearly surprised at this bit of information. About the part with Al doing this, not the detention part.
“We all had a small part in it though. We had little jobs.” I said, somewhat proudly. She swats at a couple flies buzzing around us.
“There are too many flies around here.” She said as she continued brushing her hand in the air. The four of us exchange glances and quietly giggle.
A couple minutes later, out comes a ladder and Mr. Stinky begins to climb it and take them down. Darn.
But our fun wasn’t over yet; Mr. Stinky wasn’t exactly being as smart as he looks, he was just plucking them off and dropping them on the ground at first.
Some of them actually broke. Their owners weren’t exactly thrilled when they were returned to them in a couple pieces.
We, on the other hand, thought it was hilarious.
“I’ll be right back.” I say to them as I walk over to Amanda, who was standing beneath our bra tree gazing up at one of the teachers as he continued to pull them down.She grins at me as I stand beside her.
“So… did you work things out with Allison?” she asks me, her eyes twinkling beneath her black rimmed glasses. Her long blond hair blowing into her face as she turns her head towards me.
“Yeah. We did.” I say trying to avoid the awkwardness of eye contact.
“And?” she asked. I look up at her and smile. She must have gotten the message, because she pulled me into one of her big hugs. I don’t mind though. I like them. There’re so warm and comforting. I feel like I could just stay there forever.
“I’m still having nightmares though.” I say pulling myself away. “This one was different though.”
“Oh. How so?”
“I was at Alyssa’s funeral, except no one could see me. My mom was there and she was crying. She got up and I followed her as she walked around the cemetery over to my dad and brother. They were staring at a tombstone. I tried to comfort them, but my hand went right through them. I then looked at what they were looking at. It was a grave… for me.”
She doesn’t say anything for a moment; she just stands there and thinks. I lean up against the tree and wait for her to say something.
“What do you think that means?” she asks me as she stares at me. No she doesn’t stare at me, she stares into me. Her and Al, they seem to be the only people I know who could give me that feeling. It’s really creepy.
“I don’t know, is it supposed to have a meaning?” I ask, knowing what the answer is going to be.
“Yes. Try to think; were people sad at Alyssa’s funeral?”
“Well yeah, the people who liked her.”
“See and your family were sad when you were gone.”
“So… the point of it was to show me that people would be sad if I and Alyssa died?”
“Exactly.”
“So what do I do?”
“I don’t know. Pray about it.”Pray about it. That’s all she told me before she walked away and left.
Why can’t people be a little more specific? That would be a little helpful. But no, all I get is a pray about it. So thanks, thanks a whole lot.
I tear my eyes away from our masterpiece and figure I better pack before my mom comes to pick me and Al up. Which is only in an hour by the way.
Okay I need to figure out how to hide the evidence, my mom would freak if she saw this. She’s not exactly oblivious like Jaclyn is, once she opened those bags she’d know. Maybe I can just throw them in the lake. No, then they’d smell like fish, but at least that would be a little better. And if my mom asked, I could say it was some prank, just like the bra tree. Someone threw my clothes in the lake.
No, that wouldn’t work. Then my mom would wonder why all my bras aren’t up there with the rest.
This is harder than I thought. I guess I’ll just have to wash and wring them in the sink or something. I definitely can’t leave them as is. That would be a cheery conversation when my mom found them.
I walk in to find Al already packed and ready to go. Sometimes I wish I could be as organized as she is…sometimes.
I look over near my bed and see most of my clothes strewn about all over the place, just how I left them. I sigh and run around trying to collect everything in my arms, and then dump them in my bag. Funny how everything fits perfectly when you go somewhere, then when you leave, it takes an hour to fit everything back in AND get it to zip back up.Yes, this was one of those moments.
“Need some help?” Al asks as she watches me ready to pounce on it.
“Yeah, thanks. Any ideas about what I can do with…that.” I say nodding toward the trash bag on the floor.
“Umm…sink? And pray it dries in the next…2 minutes.” She says looking at her duck watch.
“Looks like I don’t really have a choice.” I say as I pick up the bag and head over to the bathroom. I grab a wash cloth and scrub it down best I could with their foam soap stuff. It took like ten minutes until I was somewhat satisfied.
Okay…so maybe five minutes of it was playing with the soap… but c’mon, it was that fun foam stuff. Who doesn’t want to play in it?”
When we went back outside with our stuff, waving away the occasional fly, my mom was standing outside admiring our work.
“What in the world happened here?” she asks, pointing up as they continued to get the last few bras off the tree branches.
“You should have seen it before, there were at least 40 bras up here!” one guy called back down at my mom as he inched his way to the upper branches.
“Nice, huh?” Jaclyn said standing besides us, grinning from ear to ear.
“Hold on.” I say as I run around to the other side to where Mr. Stinkly stood talking to another teacher. I stand impatiently and wait until he’s done until I corner him by himself.
“Uhh…Hi. I have a weird request of you.” I say when he finally notices me there. He kind of rolls his eyes, telling me to get on with it. I swallow the lump in my throat and ask, “Do you have a tattoo?”
He cocks his head and raises an eye brow, staring at me strangely. “Why would you think I have a tattoo?” he asks, after he finishes gawking at me. Please man, close your mouth.
“Umm…long story, can you just show me your arm?” I ask, stunned at myself for actually letting this bother me enough to ask, while holding my breath.
“Katie, I have to-“he begins, but I cut him off before he has a chance to escape, or open his mouth again.
“Please,” I beg, “Just do it.” He sighs and rolls up his sleeve. “No, the other one.” I say, pointing to his left arm.
“If you insist.” He mumbles and rolls up his other sleeve to show me his tattoo less arm, which was pretty white for someone so tan. “See, no tattoo.” He says as he quickly rolls his sleeves back down.I breathe a sigh of relief, as I quickly thank him and run off, leaving him standing there shaking his head at me in confusion. Oh well, at least I now know it’s not him, If it’s anybody. |
When I came back, no one really paid any attention to my absence, everyone was still too preoccupied staring admiringly (and some not so admiringly) up at out work. I was tempted to tell my mom we did it, but I don’t think she’d believe us even if we told her. I don’t know if she thinks we’re capable of something like this. Except for Jaclyn anyway. My mom’s caught her doing some crazy stuff at our house.
Poor Alex will never fall asleep on the couch again. At least unless he wants another makeover. Although I do think he looked kind of nice with a little eyeliner and lipstick. How he slept through all that, and the laughter coming from us as we watched, I shall never know.
“Did you get yours down?” my mom asked me as we pilled into the car.
“Huh?” I ask, snapping out of my trance.
“Your bras, did you get them down?” she asked again. “There’re expensive. Did you make sure you have all of them?”
“Oh, they didn’t hang ours up.” I say as I glance out the window at Alyssa, who still had the occasional fly buzzing around her.
“Your biology teacher said all the girls had theirs strung up.”
“Nope, not us.” I say again.
“You and Allison didn’t get involved?” she asked doubtfully.
“Or Jaclyn. We were involved, but our clothes didn’t get stuck up there.” I say as I try to control my giggles. I was doing a better job than Al though.
“What’s so funny back there?” she asked, looking at us through her rear view mirror.
“Nothing.” I say.
“Then why is Allison laughing?”
“Oh c’mon. You should know Allison by now. If you say the word ‘pudding’ she’ll start laughing.” Which, wasn’t actually lying. We sat there and watched as my moms eyes grew big and her mouth dropped open.
“You three did… that?!” she says in disbelief, her hand outstretched toward the tree. Al and I just sit there and smile innocently back at her. We could tell there was a battle going on in her head. She didn’t know whether to yell at us or laugh.“But, you couldn’t have done that, could you?” she repeats.
“We had our part.” I say, giving in to the desire of admitting our part in the crime. We watch as it begins to sink in and she laughs.
Phew.
“I take it this was Jaclyn’s idea.” She says.
“Nope.” I say as me and Al begins to laugh quietly in the back seat.
“It wasn’t YOU was it?” she says instantly regretting she asked.
"No, don’t worry. You’ll never guess who.” I say as I watch Al turn a deep reddish color.
“I can’t think of anyone else. Was it that boy you’re always hanging around with?”
“Umm…no, although he helped.” I say, sort of feeling angry at hearing Jamie referred to as “that boy”. She knows his name.
“There’s no one else I can think of.” She says not even bothering asking if Al did it.
“C’mon, she’s sitting here with us in the car.” I say as Al turns a deeper shade of red. My mom’s probably thinking at this point if she accidentally picked up an extra passenger.
“Allison! You thought of this?” she asked not believing it could be true.
“Yep!” Allison says proudly through her completely red face. My mom just shakes her head and mutters about me and Jaclyn rubbing off on her, which only causes me and Al to laugh harder. When we settle down my mom starts talking about how she never likes going down to the lake on account of all the bugs.
“I mean, didn’t you see all the flies buzzing around?” she asks us, which only cracks me and Allison up harder. “Well I’m glad you two seemed to work things out between you. I was afraid you two were fighting when I dropped you guys off. You two were awfully quiet.” The two of us exchange glances, and I give her the keep-your-mouth-shut-or-you’re-dead-look. I totally forgot about that, that was the morning Allison discovered (to my horror, and her amusement…eventually) my little problem. What’s worse is now the nightmares are equally becoming as horrifying as the side affects. I still don’t understand what’s going on. I now believe without a doubt this isn’t normal, I mean, who has continuation dreams that last 3 weeks long?
Not too many people I know. And what was the whole deal with Amanda seeing what I’ve been dreaming? That was really creepy. And of course, the most important question of the day, WHY AM I WETTING THE BED?!?!?!?
The first thing I do when we get home is run straight for the shower. Sure, there were showers there and all. But they also didn’t have any doors. I don’t care how gross I feel, there is NO WAY I’m showering in front of ANYBODY! Besides, there’s no hot water there.
Like always, my mind begins to spin as soon as I turn on the water. Maybe I’m having nightmares because I’m stressed? Failing math is kind of stressful. Or maybe I’m not stressed at all. Maybe I’m too bored, and this is my body’s way of letting me know I need more excitement in my life. No, I’d think last night would have been enough excitement to last me a while. Or a week anyway.
I take a deep breath as I try to focus on something else. I try to concentrate purely on the feel of the warm water hitting my body, and how good it feels, blocking out everything else. I look up and watch as all the steam escapes the shower and wanders into the rest of the bathroom, fogging up the mirror.
“Go to the bathroom before bed.” flashes through my mind, as clearly as if it was spoken. The same unrecognizable voice. The voice, being neither male nor female. Just a plain flat voice.
I try to shake it out of my head and turn around so the water crashes onto my face. I picture it washing away my thoughts, washing away what’s been going on in my head. I take some more deep breaths. I hear banging on the bathroom door.
“Hurry up! You’re going to use all the hot water!” Al yells at me through the door.
I don’t want to get out though. I don’t want to go out face the world. I just want to stay in here, letting the water drown all of my troubles. And not having to deal with anything, just stay in here by myself. But Al was right, I could feel the water getting colder, I was taking up all the hot water. I take a last deep breath and turn off all the knobs. Then feel around outside the curtain for a towel until my hand touches something fluffy. I throw it over my head, focusing on its softness on my face. Focusing on anything besides what’s happening. I repeatedly drag it up and down over my hair, attempting to dry it, wondering how badly it’s going to tangle because of this.
I have a hair dryer, but I don’t ever use it. I don’t even own a hair straightener, curler or anything like that. I just towel dry it and let it be, until my mom gets on my case about brushing it, only to get her to stop bugging me. I mean yeah, I brush it in the morning and whatnot, my hair sticks out everywhere in the morning. But I don’t rush to the bathroom after every class to fix those couple stray strands of hair that are out of place. I really couldn’t care less about them. Hair isn’t my thing. Or really anything girly. I don’t wear make-up, or carry a purse; I mean c’mon that’s why we have backpacks. Who needs a purse? It’s just another annoying thing to carry around all day.
Jaclyn thinks I’m weird because of that, but that’s coming from someone who carries a new one once a week. She has like fifty of them in her closet, all in perfect condition. When I ask her why she has so many, she just shrugs her shoulders and says that she found something better. All I can say, it’s a good thing she isn’t into brand names. I love Jaclyn though, she can be sarcastic sometimes, err…okay most of the time. But she’s still a good friend. Sometimes it seems like we could never be more different, but we always seem to be laughing at the same thing. She knows how to get me to laugh about my insecurities, but she knows where not to go. She, thankfully, knows when to stop. She may seem shallow at times, but I know somewhere, deep, deeeep down inside, there’s a part of her that has emotions besides sarcasm, if that’s even an emotion. I know she has them, but she just hides them.
Jaclyn just says it’s because she lives with four guys. Three brothers and her dad (her mom died when she was little) so emotions aren’t really a thing in her house. Or as she sometimes puts it, a Hallmark store. But the rest of us just call it a heart. She has this weird thing about referring emotions with Hallmark. She says it’s because she went in ther once to get a birthday card, and she found everything under the sun for every possible emotion. Everything except a birthday card, they ran out.
Then there’s Allison, we just call her Al for short. We’re too lazy to say the extra two syllables. Jaclyn sometimes refers to her as the Hallmark manager. It’s just because Al seems to be the only one actually capable of controlling them. She’s not afraid to get all mushy and sentimental on us, but I like her that way. I’m sure Jaclyn does too, she just pretends not to.
Allison lives with her mom; she’s an only child, so it’s just her and her mom. She says she never met her dad; he apparently walked out just after Al was born. I feel bad for her, but she says she doesn’t mind too much. She likes it just being her and her mom. If you look at her and how she acts, you’d never know she was an only child. Most people I know who are an only child are usually snotty and selfish. But that’s like the opposite of Allison.
She’s always thinking of other people, ignoring her own feelings to help others. It’s one of the things I love about her.
She also has this weird thing, she’s more in touch with my emotions then I am. She can put her finger on it; explain exactly how I’m feeling when I can’t make heads or tails about it. It’s a wonder why she doesn’t take psychology classes.
I get dressed and make a feeble attempt to comb out my hair. The comb painfully stopping from a knot positioned on the back of my head. After a few painful moments of this I give up and just wait until my mom jumps on me about it.
I hear Allisons cell phone ring a couple times
“Hello?” I hear on the other side of the door. “Hello?” Allison says again. “Who is this?” I hear her snap her phone shut and then moan in frustration.
What was that about?
I open the door and let all the steam escape, a blast of cold air meeting my face.
“Who was that?” I ask as I throw my wet tell in the corner of the bathroom. She shrugs her shoulders and says, “Wrong number I guess.” I see her fidget uncomfortably, and tap her fingers on the desk in the corner that she stood next to.
“What?” I ask noticing she begins to move.
“What?” she asks me, realizing what she was doing.
“You’re fidgeting, you never fidget, what’s up?”
“Oh sorry. It’s nothing.” She says as she fails to meet my eyes. I know instantly that she’s lying, but I don’t pursue it. If she wants to tell me, she’ll tell me. Okay, I want to know.
“No it wasn’t.” I say, pursuing the matter.
“Yes, it was.” She says glaring at me. Whoa…settle down.
She slumps into my computer chair and browses on-line as we discuss the events of this morning and last night.
“I got to say, I love her nickname, Lord of the Flies seems to suit her so well.” I say as I lay back on my bed, that of which Allison will not go near.
“Yeah, did you see her face when all the flies shot out of that can?” She said as she browsed through her friends Myspace profiles.
“I wasn’t expecting that either. I can’t believe that worked out so perfectly. It really was a good trip. Minus the whole it-was-the-most-embarrassing-thing-I-ever-had-to-endure part. I could have done without that.” I say as I grab a magazine off my nightstand and start flipping through it, looking for something the least bit remotely interesting to me. I don’t even know why I get these. I’m neither interested in fashion nor make up, and that just about covers everything in these things. I think my mom has hopes that if I read these, there’s the slightest possibility I’ll learn something a teenage girl my age is supposed to know, or care about. Being that I don’t care about what I should be getting my non-existent boyfriend for Valentines Day, or how some celebrity got dumped. I find them of no value to me.
I toss it aside and get up to see what Allison’s laughing at over on the computer. I look over to see pictures on Jamie’s Myspace from our little adventure, taken from a camera phone. She browses around the pages as I soon realize Jamie’s page isn’t the only one with pictures of our night.
There’s a nice shot of our bra tree, one of Alyssa gagging after running out of the cabin, and a really good one of our Biology teacher getting pelted by flies as he opened the girls cabin door. There’s apparently a bunch more pictures, some good, some making me want to kill the photographer. Like for instance me, getting the blankets pulled off. But I’m not the only one though, there’s also one Alyssa after she jumped out of bed without realizing her morning surprise, and she also has a head full of shaving cream. I printed that one.
“What was your nightmare?” Al asks me after we log off and crash out on the floor.
“Huh?” I ask sitting up to look at her.
“You had a nightmare last night. What was it about?” she asks looking up at the ceiling.
“Oh,” I say thinking back to what happened at the cemetery.
I tell her about Alyssa’s funeral, and how my mom was there and how I followed her to my tombstone. Allison doesn’t say anything at first, she just lays there and watches the dusty, black ceiling fan spin around a few times, spewing invisible dust in the air. She always seems to be so lost in thought whenever I tell her about it. I can tell by the expression on her face that she really wants to figure this out. I do too, I really do. It’s just confusing. It’s almost more confusing then Algebra…almost. Now that’s something I will NEVER understand. Maybe one day I’ll understand the meaning of these nightmares, but Algebra will never have a purpose in my life.
I suddenly get a thought that has never occurred to me before. Could these be premonitions? A warning about what’s to come? Is that actually possible?
My mind begins the swarm with a whole new view of the situation. Is Allison really in danger?Are people’s lives really at stake here? My mind jumps from one horrifying thought to another.Has God entrusted me with the lives of two teenage girls and my own? If so…we’re doomed.
“Want to get something to eat?” I ask, trying to distract my mind from frightening myself any further. Al snaps out of her trance and looks up.
“Sure.” She says as she hops up off the floor, gladly welcoming a distraction herself. We walk downstairs and I freeze. My heart pounding as I see what has been placed onto the table.“What’s wrong?” Al asks me and I stop abruptly in front of her.
“Waffles.” I mutter under my breath to her.
“Oh, yay, I love waffles. What’s wrong, do you not like them?” she asks slightly bewildered by my facial expression as she looks back from them to me, trying to find a missing piece somewhere. It’s not that I don’t like waffles, I love waffles. But that’s the problem. My mom only makes waffles when she has something bad she needs to tell me. Last time she made these, Alex ran over my cat with his car. He swears it was an accident; that quote unquote “the stupid thing was sleeping behind his tire.”
“Oh good, you’re here.” She says to me as she places another plate on the table. I eye her suspiciously, trying to figure out what’s happened. She notices this and smiles innocently back at me.“I made breakfast,” she says.
“Yes…I can see that.” I say, not moving my eyes off her.
“Oh, just sit down.” She says to me. I look over to see Allison’s already done just that. I sigh and do as she says, keeping my guard up. I know as soon as I finish the last bite, out spills the bad news. I eat as slow as I can, chewing slowly and pausing longer between bites. After I can’t possibly drag it out any longer, and all the plates have been cleared my mother clears her throat. I prepare myself, willing myself for whatever she throws at me.
“So, Katie.” She begins, trying (poorly I might add) to sound casual. “While you were gone-“
I cross my fingers under the table and chant inside my head you didn’t look under my bed; you didn’t look under my bed. Please, please don’t tell me you looked under my bed.
“I met with Mr.Brockson, your math teacher. We’ve set up a plan to help with your math scores.” I take a deep breath as the nervous jitteriness slowly works its way out of my body and the color returns to my face. That was close.“You’re going to be attending after school tutoring sessions with him.” She continues. Oh great, like that’s any better. “Until your math grade improves.” She finishes, waiting for me to respond. I quietly moan to myself. Leave it to my mom to do something like this. Terrific.
“So, when does this…experience start?” I ask, dreading the answer.
“Wednesday. He has to leave directly after school ends tomorrow.” She says somewhat startled that I’m not putting up a fight. And usually I would, I would fight it with every being of my body, but I haven’t really been in a fighting mood. I guess I’m a little stressed from all that’s been going on lately.
My mom, who’s quite curious why I’m not fighting the matter, asks me what’s wrong. I just shake my head. But before I can stop her Allison blurts it out.
“She’s been having nightmares.” she says to my mom. I shoot her the evil eye from between my arms.
“Oh?” she asks quite interested in this little piece of information. “Is this true?” I shrug my shoulders. “Why didn’t say anything before?” she asks.
I shrug my shoulders again and respond with a, “It’s no big deal.” She looks at me for a moment, then forgets about it and carries on with whatever she was doing before.
Me and Al head back up to my room, where I’m soon given the third degree.
“Why didn’t you tell your mom about this?” she asks.
“Because I didn’t, and don’t, want to.” I say crashing onto my bed.
“Why not?” she asks.
“Why would I? The less she knows, the better.” I say, pointlessly picking up another magazine. I look over to see here staring hard at me. I sigh and sit up. “Look.” I say “It’s just something I don’t really want to involve my mom with. She wouldn’t really understand.”
“Why, she seemed concerned enough.”
“She’s just going to give me another one of her tiring speeches about hormones.” I love my mom, I really do, but hormones aren’t the cause of every problem. I could come home with a broken foot, and she’d seriously find some way to bring hormones in with the conversation. That’s my mom for you.
A familiar tune fills the air and I turn to find the source, which seems to be coming from Al’s pocket. Allison quickly snatches up her cell phone and answers it, almost like she was expecting someone to call. I watch as the color slowly drains from her face. Who is she talking to?
“Who is this?” she demands. “Hello?” She snaps the phone closed in frustration and thrusts it back into her pocket. She waves her hands over her face and through her hair, as she falls down on my bed. Okay, I know something’s up, especially if she’s too distracted to be willing to come near my bed, let alone LAY on it.
“What’s wrong?” I ask hanging my head over her. She looks at me through her fingers and mutters something under her breath. “Huh?” I ask, unable to understand a word she just said.
“Nothing.” She says. “Wrong number.”
I want to scream “Liar!” but I don’t. Instead I just furrow my eyebrows at her, wishing she’d tell me what’s going on. But she doesn’t. She just looks the other way, then gets up and heads over to the computer. I can only shake my head and wonder what that was all about. The rest of the day goes on normal enough, no more mysterious phone calls anyway.
It’s soon almost 11 PM and my mom comes in and tells us to go to bed, that just because Al is over doesn’t change the fact that it’s still a school night. Then she teases me and tells me to have “sweet dreams” I roll my eyes and climb into bed after throwing some more towels over the mattress and under the sheets. I might as well just sleep on them now, it’s becoming too persistent not to. And I don’t think my mom will appreciate me turning another couple sets of sheets a different color.
“Night.” I mutter to Al.
“Night, keep it dry up there.” She says giggling.
“Ha Ha.” I say pulling the covers up over my head. I turn on my back and face the ceiling. “Why am I having these nightmares?” I whisper as I roll back over to my side. I begin to feel drowsy; I close my eyes and wait for it to end. |
I look around; there are a couple beat up old cars to my right. Old worn out asphalt coats what appears to be a small parking lot. In front of me I see a few doors. About six of them, I look above them to see a second story which contains six more doors, identical to the ones below it. All painted a bland brown color; the color reminds me of dried blood. Something is urging me onward; I look to my left to see a giant Motel 6 sign.
My guts’ urging me to walk up to the doors, so I do. I walk slowly down the corridor of the first set of doors. But something tells me it’s not what I’m looking for, if I’m even looking for something. I feel a strange sensation in my stomach, like nervous butterflies fluttering around, pressing me to go up the stairs. The feeling growing stronger as I walk up each step, my breath coming in short and raspy. My hands begin to feel clammy as I get closer to the top. But I’m not scared, more like a nervous excitement. I feel like I’m getting a big break; a breakthrough, a possible clue.
The feeling growing stronger with each step, I walk past the first door, but something tells me it’s not it. I continue down to the next, but once again my gut tells me to keep going. I continue down to the third, the feeling intensifying by three. I continue, slowly pacing down, but the farther away from the third door I get, the looser the knot in my stomach becomes. I turn around and go back to the third door.
I look up at the motel’s doors number, the number 27 staring down back at me. I feel a sudden urge to knock. My hand forms a fist and lightly taps on the door.
Nothing. I rap harder. Still nothing. I begin to bang on the door with my fist, the door opens, but no one appears to be there.
I look in, but it’s completely dark and smells like its occupant hasn’t bathed or changed clothes in…weeks. My feet propel me inside, the knot in my stomach growing tighter with every step I take. I inch my way forward inside.
I walk into the center of the room, and the door slams closed with a bang. Drowning the room in complete darkness, I swirl around, trying to see who closed the door. But it’s useless; I can’t even see my hand in front of my face.
I try to attempt to control the sound of my breathing, waiting until even deep breaths escape my mouth before pressing onward. I inch further into the room, feeling around for a light switch. My hand feels a dimmer; I turn it up, but not all the way, filling the room with an eerie orange glow. I look behind me to see who closed the door, but there’s no one behind me. I look forward where I see a news bulletin board. I walk up to it, my heart pounding as I get closer. I look at the articles pinned onto it. The first reads: Fast growing Bible Community at Camarillo High I stare at it, and notice a picture of Allison next to it, revealing the fact that she’s the president. Weird.
Why would someone have that pinned up? I look toward the next article, another one about Allison. What’s going on? I stand back and look over all of them…all of them about Allison.I step back in shock, what’s happening? Whose are these? Why are all of these about Allison? I stumble back into a door, it opens and I fall into the room. I look around and notice it’s a dark room. There are pans sitting on a table with some kinds of liquid in them. I look at a close line stretching across the length of the room. Close pins every few inches apart from each other, each holding up a developed picture. I walk towards them. The first one is of Allison.
She’s standing by her locker, pulling a book out. Chills run down my back and I rip my eyes away and stare at the second one. Again it’s of Allison. This time she’s sitting at a picnic bench reading a book. I look at them all at once…there all of her, doing random stuff, at school, and walking home. There are a couple of all of us hanging out, but other than that, it’s just her. There must have been at least 30 photos.
A small whimper escapes my mouth. What’s happening?! I turn around to run out, but am stopped by a man, the man from my dreams. He smiles, the same smile before he kills. He comes up to me and leans in, and whispers into my ear, “You should have minded your own business.”
I scream at the top of my lungs, hoping to gain someone’s attention to this room. I feel a sharp pain in my stomach, and look down to see a knife thrust into it. I try to scream some more, but that all that comes out is inaudible whimpers and gasps for air. I try again and succeed. All I end up doing is waking me up from my own screams.
“Go to the bathroom before bed!” says the same voice I’ve heard every night for the past two weeks. The voice I’ve grown to hate.
Al is standing over me, and so is my mom. Both nervously looking at me, not sure what to do.
My breath is coming in short painful gasps. My body is hot and sticky from sweat. I realize I’m in my room, that it was just a nightmare, but that’s not all I know. I also know Al is in danger, and that she’s being stalked.
I try to take deep breaths, to try and stop my body from shaking so much
“Katie?” my mom begins, but then stops.
“What did you dream about?” Al asks me, noticing how she’s as pale well…me.
“You.” I say, still shaking a bit.
“You were screaming my name.” she says biting her bottom lip. “You were freaking out and screaming, so that’s when I got your mom.” I nod and look up at the clock; it’s five in the morning.
“Katie” my mom says again. “What’s been going on? Why haven’t you told me about this?” I shrug my shoulders and look down. She sighs and joins me on the bed, which causes me to yank the covers towards me.
“Allison told me about your nightmares. And I saw you thrashing around and screaming when I came in here, a little bit before you woke up.”
“How long were you in here for?” I ask, feeling like a freak on display in my own room.
“Long enough to know this isn’t normal.” She says staring down on me with concern. I nod again, knowing I need to talk to Allison; I don’t have time for this.
“I need to talk to Al for a minute.” I say continuing to stare at the floor. She doesn’t move for a moment, just continues to stare at me. She finally gets up, kisses the top of my head then leaves. Al gets up and closes the door. Thank God.
I rummage around in one of my drawers, pull out some fresh clothes, get up and head to the bathroom. But Al stops me.
“Katie.” She whispers, barley audible.
“What?” I snap, thinking she’s referring to my pants. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” She shakes her head and points a little bit above, at my stomach. I look down at my shirt and gasp. My white shirt now has a fresh red stain in it; I begin to notice a painful stinging coming from my stomach. I look back up at her. She’s paler than I’ve ever seen her. I hesitate a moment, then pull up my shirt for the two of us to see, revealing a fresh gash across it.
Neither of us say anything, we just gasp. I can’t believe it…That’s right where I got stabbed in my dream.We go in the bathroom and wash it off, revealing it was only a small cut, not very deep, just long. I stick band aids across it then walk back over to my bed, looking for the culprit. Al lets me handle the bed search by myself. I look it over several times, but I can’t find anything. Al comes over and gives it a quick glance.
“What’s that?” she asks pointing at something shiny sticking out of one of the towels. I grab it and pull it out. A safety pin, needle side up.
“I must have rolled onto it in my sleep.” I say as the both of us breathe a sigh of relief.
A cold chill sweeps through the room, I look over to see my window open.“Did you open the window?” I ask, noticing how cold it was.
“I thought you opened it, it was open when I woke up.” She says.
“I never open it…” I say as I go to close it. Something on the window sill catches my eye. It’s an envelope. Addressed to…me. I open the window back up and pull it inside.
“What’s that?” Al asks coming closer. I shake my head at read the scribble on the front. Written in read runny ink…almost like…blood. Doesn’t look like any ink I’ve ever seen. And it’s still wet. This is the second story, how did it get up here? Did someone climb up to the roof and stick it up here?
I open the envelope to find a folded piece of paper, folded into four squares. I unfold it and gasp. Written in the same red liquid are the words:
I know you’re having nightmares about me!
Stay out of my way!
Or else I will turn your LIFE into a nightmare!
I gasp, what’s going on? How does he know I’m having nightmares about him?! Who put this outside my window? Was it him? The man from my dream like he says it is? I drop the note onto the floor and start shaking and sobbing uncontrollably. Allison looks from me then to the note on the floor. She picks it up and reads it, a loud gasp escaping from her lips.
“I’m getting your mom.” She says getting up.
“No wait. I have to tell you something!” I take a deep breath and wonder where to start. “Someone is stalking you. The man who wrote this note is the same man in my nightmares, the one that kills you.” I take another deep breath, trying to keep emotion from showing in my voice, but I’m not doing a very good job of it. “He lives in a motel; there are pictures, lots of pictures, at least 30…of you.”
“What...?” she asks her voice beginning to tremble. She jumps up and a second later reappears with my mom. She looks at me, then at my pajama bottoms, which I was stupid enough not to immediately change, and gives me another concerned look.
“I can explain.” I say, trying to cover myself with a pillow.
“What’s happened to you?” she whispers. But I realize she wasn’t looking at my pants at all, but at my stomach, where all the blood is on my shirt.
“Oh, that. I rolled onto a safety pin in my sleep.” I say, still hiding behind a pillow.
Her eye brows furrow at me and she replies with, “Katie…did you..? She asks slowly after looking from me to my bed, then back at me, motioning with her hand to what I was trying to hide behind the pillow. I hang my head in despair as she walks up and takes the pillow away. I keep my head down as I grab the clothes I had sitting on the bed that I was going to change into and run into the bathroom. Maybe I’ll just stay in here. For an hour or two, or maybe ten. After five minutes I hear a knock at the door, but I don’t answer it. I just pretend not to exist. Maybe they’ll just go away.
I can hear the two of them talking; Al’s probably catching my mom up to speed with the whole thing. I look down and realize I still have the note in my hand. I study it for a few minutes, wondering what was used to write it, it’s too big to be a pen, it’s definitely handwritten. Chills go up my back. Okay it can’t be LITERALY handwritten. The most disturbing image goes through my mind. I see a hand, the other poking one of its fingers with a needle just enough to get it to bleed a little, then using it as a pen.
I try to shake the idea out of my head; it’s probably just a red marker. If you get it wet it will run like that.
I change and wait, not quite ready to go back out yet. I can still hear them talking to each other. A couple minutes later someone knocks on the door again.
“Katie, come out.” My mom pleads. “Allison told me what’s been going on.”I don’t say anything; I just stand there still sort of shaking from everything, staring at the door. I can’t stay in here forever so I finally decide to come out. I open the door a crack, and see my mom standing by the door; her back turned looking towards Allison. I take a deep breath, muster the last bit of courage I have, and walk out, note in tow. “Katie.” My mom says when she realizes I’ve come out. I don’t say anything, I just hand her the note. She pauses a moment, trying to read my expression, then takes the note from me.
I watch as I see her face go white, then red, then an almost green color, then back to white. She looks up from the note to me, her eyes slightly watering.
I guess we shouldn’t have dumped this on her all at once. I notice her hands are slightly shaking. She just shakes her head and sits down at the computer chair. The room becomes quiet, an eerie kind of quiet.
“Katie, what did you dream about tonight?” she asked, sounding dead serious. So I told her about being at a Motel 6, going in one of the rooms and seeing all this stuff devoted to Allison, then about him catching me and telling me I should have minded my own business, then getting stabbed in the stomach.
She looks at my nightshirt again, blood streaking across it. Coincidence? I think not.
This is so not how I wanted my sophomore year of high school to turn out. |
By the time the sun slowly rises. we are already up and dressed, none of us could go back to sleep after last night. Except my mom anyway.
Do you want to know how much a help she is? She thinks this is all a prank, revenge for the whole bra tree thing she says. I’m not joking.
Last night after we calmed ourselves down, she announces it has to be a prank. That there’s no one after us, and that we are all completely safe. If only that were true. She says it’s because when Alyssa read my journal out, she announced to everyone I was having nightmares. Someone must have put together that morning with the tree incident and linked me to the tree. It's revenge for freezing their bras and hanging them out for the boys to see.
Thanks mom, thanks a whole lot!
Why can’t I be normal? Why can’t I be bothered by normal teenage girl stuff? Like for instance my hair, or if so-and-so likes me?
No. Not me, I have to worry about whether or not me and my best friend are being stalked by some psychopath. Just peachy.
So, with my mom blowing the whole thing off as a prank, she sends us off to school. Damn. I was hoping this "being stalked" thing had some perks like, for instance, it’s too dangerous to go to school so I get to stay home. Nope. I have to go to school with the possibility of someone taking pictures of us. Life just can’t get any better than this.
At least Al believes me, being it’s also her life that’s in danger as well as mine. That is unless I mind my own business. But how can I mind my own business at a time like this? My best friend is getting stalked, there is no way I’m going to just sit back and let her get killed. No way. Even if no one else believes me.
Before we left I grabbed all my necessary things, cell phone, house keys, and brass knuckles.
Yes, I have a pair of brass knuckles. I’ve never actually USED them or anything. I found them at a thrift store, and I thought it would be fun to intimidate guys with them. Who in their right mind would mess with a girl who owns a pair of brass knuckles? Only one being of the physco stalker persuasion that’s who. Okay my mom totally doesn’t know I have them, she’d take them from me faster than I could come up with an excuse as to why I have them in the first place. She would freak.
You should have seen the look I got from the lady working the checker when I bought them. I was like twelve, hair in braids and everything, the perfection reflection of innocence. Coming up to the counter, giving off a cute big smile, then CLUNK! On the counter it goes. She must have stared at me for a full five minutes before she rang it up. She even asked me if I knew what it was.
I just nodded and smiled sweetly at her, waiting patiently for her to finish so I could high-tail it out of there before she changed her mind.
I’m still in shock, four years later, that she actually sold them to me. That, and the fact that they were illegal, can’t believe they were even selling them there. Especially to a twelve year old.
Oh well, guess they needed the money or something. The important thing is that I have them now so I have some form of protection.
I realized ,to my dismay, as soon as we got to school, looking over our shoulder for psychotic stalking photographers along the way, that I was going to have to ditch them in my locker. If I got caught with them on school grounds, being that they are considered a weapon, I’d either be suspended or be in detention from now till I graduate, or probably expelled.
They also say you’re supposed to be suspended for fighting, but all they do with me is moan, tell me “Didn’t we already have this talk” type lecture and give me a week of detention.Being that those options don’t sound all that much appealing to me, I don’t really want to take any chances. I walk down to my locker to stick them in there.
I can never remember the combination, so anyone who knows me well knows what I do. I scratch it into the corners of the locker.
I look up at the tiny scratched in number in the upper left hand corner, turn the knob to the left, look up at the upper right side, turn the knob to the right. Then finally look at the bottom for the final digit.
Click.
If you looked in there, you’d never know it belonged to a girl. No cases of makeup or hand bags inside. I don’t ever use my locker, being that it is inconveniently located in the middle of nowhere. I haven’t a single class in this area. So my locker serves for more of a personal trashcan than anything.
I stuff it in the back behind a couple books and stuff, then close it and take off.
Word travels pretty fast in a high school. Not only has everyone heard of the stunt we pulled at the lake, they already have pictures.
A certain one of them, which I shall not mention, had been taped to the front of my locker. It’s now in many pieces sitting in the bottom of a trash can.
At least that’s not the only one going around; there are plenty of good ones going around Alyssa. That at least makes me feel a smidge bit better, knowing I’m not the only one suffering here. I’m surprised I’m taking this so well, normally I’d go hunt down the person who did this and break their nose. I guess there are just other things on my mind.
The whole nightmare thing must really be taking a toll on my body, I feel so incredibly tired today. All through my first few subjects I could barely keep my eyes open. So pretty much nothings changed there. I only perked up a bit at lunch, guess who’s sitting with us: Jamie, Josh, and Anthony.
I actually don’t mind his friends so much. There’re kind of cool…in a geeky sort of way. But look whose talking; I’m queen of the geeks. Oh well, I guess it beats being Lord of the Flies.
Josh is apparently an expert lock picker, brags he can pick any lock in the school.
Maybe he can pick the lock for the broken down girls bathroom next to my World History class. The stupid things been out of order since I started coming here in the first place. “Renovations” they say. Well hurry it up already; I’m sick of walking a half a mile every time I have to go to the bathroom, only to have to wait half an hour in a mile long line.
I’m seriously about to fall asleep in my cafeteria mush they call food. I’m going to die during P.E. At least it’s only Tuesday, due to the whole biology thing we got Monday off to rest and whatnot, so we don’t have to run. I’d probably fall asleep in the grass if we did.
“Are you okay?” Jamie asks me as Jaclyn and Josh fight over which band rocks the most. Al hasn’t said that much either though; guess we’re both a little out of it today.
“Yeah, I’m okay, just tired.” I say, lifting my head back up and giving him a fake reassuring smile.
“Did anything happen last night?” he asks. Huh? How would he know if anything happened? Is my mom right? Did he put the card there to scare me after I opened up to him at Bio camp as some mean joke? “You just seem so out of it.” He continues “Did you have another nightmare?” Okay sure, I’m suspicious of him, but I can’t help it. There’s this weird little fluttering in my stomach when he asked, and I’m pretty sure my face turned a bright shade of pink. Argh I need to snap out of it, I need to stay focused. But those eyes!
Those electric blue magnets that pull me into answering his questions. I nod, my eyes still locked onto his.“What was it about?” he asks after a long awkward pause. I was probably going to answer too, but the bell rings.
“Sorry, I got to go.” I say as I jump up, welcoming the excuse. I run over to the gym, okay I wasn’t exactly running, more like forcefully dragging my butt over there. I don’t know if I can make it through the rest of the day.
There is one thing I’ve learned. When playing volleyball, don’t fall asleep. That’s what happened.
We were playing volleyball for P.E. and I kind of dozed off, and the next thing I know I’ve got a face full of volleyball. Apparently during my little nap, someone spiked the ball, and it smashed right into my face. Now I’ve got a nosebleed.
At first the teachers all, “Walk it off!” until she saw the blood anyway. Then she sent me straight to Amanda’s office. I made a little detour on my way to grab my backpack out of the locker room. I’m tired; maybe she’ll let me go home. When I got there, I could see she was busy with some guy claming to have a “Stomach ache.”
I could tell by the expression on his face he was totally faking it so he could go home early. That or he’s a total wimp. Guys could not last a day with menstrual cramps. He doesn’t know the word of stomach ache. I turn around and think I’ll come back later when she wasn’t busy and all, but she already saw me.
“Katie! Glad you’re here, I’ll be with you in a minute, have a seat.” She calls out from the back room.
I decline the offer of taking a seat. I don’t want to go in with a nosebleed and come out with the stomach flu. Instead I go up to the sink and stare at my reflection in the mirror. There’s blood all over my face, and on my lips. I grab a paper towel wet it down in the sink and hold it up to my nose, attempting to wipe all the blood off. I look down and notice there’s a nice collection of it down the front of my shirt, at least it was just my gym shirt.
I stare in the mirror, watching behind me as Amanda gives in to the guys’ complaints and sends him home with a note. Probably more so to get rid of him than anything.
She gets up and escorts him out, and as soon as he is out and down into the office, she motions for me to go into the back room, while following suit behind me and closes the door.
“Hello, Katie.” She says as she turns a chair around, sitting in it facing me. She motions for me to sit down on the bed. I hesitate a moment, trying not to think about how many sick kids have sat here before me. But if most are like that one guy, I think I’ll live. I sit down, sitting as far on the edge as I can.
“You don’t look so good, are you feeling okay?” she asks, studying my face.
“I’m just tired, I actually was sent because of my nose. It was bleeding a little, got hit with a volleyball.” I say motioning to the blood that dripped down the front of me.
“Oh,” she says getting up to look a little better. After she finishes poking and prodding it, despite my desperate pleas not to, she gets up and gets me a bag of ice which I gladly accept and hold to my nose.
“Anything else bothering you?” she asks, seeing right through my insistencies that I’m fine. After a few minutes I give in and tell her about the nightmare I had last night, and about how I woke up with my stomach bleeding from the pin. She listens through the whole thing, not saying anything until I finished.
“There’s more isn’t there?” she asks, staring into my eyes.
“It’s real.” I say barley above a whisper. “Something happened last night. Something outside of a dream. Something real that confirms these dreams aren’t well…dreams.” I say as I dig through my backpack and pull out a sandwich bag containing the letter inside the envelope.
I pull out the envelope addressed to me and hand it to her. She thoroughly looks the front over before turning it to the back and opening it up. She takes out the folded over paper and slowly unreels it, revealing the red lettering I’ve memorized by heart. She gives it one read through and looks back up at me.
I begin to start shaking again. She seems a little edgy herself, as she folds the paper back up and sticks it back in the envelope. She puts it back in the bag, handing it back to me as if it burns at the mere sight of it.
“Where did you find this?” she asked, no longer able to hide the trembling in her voice.
“Outside my window.” I say, my voice also raising few octanes. “Right after I woke up. My window was open, and there it was, just sitting there. Still wet and everything.” I start to feel dizzy from exhaustion, and am having a hard time sitting up.
“I want you to go home.” She says after a minute of thought. “Get some sleep. Lock all the doors and windows. I think we are in need of another nightmare.”
Okay normally I’d object, I so did not want to have any more nightmares, it’s driving me straight to the ground. But I heard one word I wanted desperately. Sleep.
So I agree, grab my backpack, a written note from her to get off campus, and in case anything happens like the envelope, her cell phone number to call.
I thank her and start the endless journey home, my head pounding with each step as I begin to wonder if I’ll be able to make it home. My heart rate picking up more heavier with every movement.
"I’m half way there," I tell myself as I drag my legs forward with each step. Each time I move them, the heavier they feel, my eyelids like tiny weights attached to my face. Three-fourths of the way there. I’m practically panting now, breathing as if I’ve just been running. "Just a little bit farther," I tell myself. My eyes begin to burn. How badly I want to close them. To just lay down in the grass and not get up.
I can see my house, just a little bit further I tell my legs. My feet feel like they must weigh fifty pounds each at least. I’m having an extremely hard time breathing, short painful gasps coming out; everything’s starting to fade out. I stumble around with my house keys trying to fit it into the slot, I can barley make out what I’m doing, all I know is I want to just give up and lay down on the porch. I unlock the door, close and lock it behind me.
I stare up at the stair case; I don’t think I can do it. And I don’t know how I did, but I somehow managed it make it up all 19 steps and into my room where I collapsed onto my bed. The last thing I remember is praying.
“God please, even if it's just tonight. No nightmares.” I plead and close my burning eyes for the rest of the day and all night. |
My mom’s shaking me awake; I roll over and open my eyes to see what she wants. And to my surprise it’s already morning.
“How are you feeling?” she asks as I close my eyes again.
“Tired.” I moan back up at her, angry for waking me up.
“You’ve been asleep for last eighteen hours. Yesterday afternoon the school nurse called me and said she sent you home to get some sleep, but I didn’t know you were this tired.” I give another moan up at her and roll over in the opposite direction just wishing she’d just let me go back to sleep.“Do you really want to stay home in bed all day?” she asks disapprovingly. I would like nothing more. I pull the covers over my head as a sign of approval. I hear a deep sigh come from her then something about how she needs to go to work, and then she leaves. Yes!
I unglued myself from bed, trying my best to ignore the dizzy sensation, and wobble over to the bathroom.
Okay this proves it’s the nightmares fault! If I can sleep for 18 hours straight without wetting the bed, but can’t after 4 hours with a nightmare, this proves it. Sixty seconds later I’m back in bed and covers completely covering my head. Another eighteen hours of this doesn’t sound so bad.
I look around the room, there's a black sofa sitting in the corner with a computer in another. A picture of fruit hanging from one of the neutral painted walls. The carpet a deep blue color, judging by its condition, there’s a noticeable no shoe rule. I’m in Allison’s living room.
A loud buzzing noise suddenly fills the room, as I see Allison’s mom coming down the hall to answer the phone. I quickly try to think of an excuse as to why I’m suddenly standing in the middle of her house. I run into the kitchen as to not be seen. I peek out the kitchen door, careful not to be seen. She walks out into the living room and picks up a phone.
“Hello?” she says. I see her face scrunched up in confusion for a few moments. Then turn white. “Who is this?” she demands.
Okay I’ll admit, I’m curious now. I walk further into the kitchen, unable to stop myself, and pick up the receiver. I mean what if this is the same person calling Al?
I hold it up to my ear and hear a deep male voice say, “You know who this is.” There are a few deep breaths coming from the other side; almost as if she’s been dreading this phone call for a long, long time. Her voice sounds shaky and nervous.
“I thought I told you never to contact us.” There’s silence for a few moments, she seems to be holding her breath.
“It’s been what? At least thirteen years and that’s all you’re going to say to me?” There’s a certain confidence about his voice that gives me the chills. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing, and nobody’s going to stand in his way. I know that voice from somewhere, but I can’t figure out where.
“What do you want, Ryan?” she says angrily and scared at the same time. Ryan? His names Ryan?
“You know what I want.” Ryan says the same eerie confidence in his voice. I can almost picture a sick twisted smile on his face.
“No!” she raises her voice into the receiver. My hands begin to sweat, the phone becoming slippery and wet inside my hands. Who is this? And why do I have this feeling in my stomach that I know him from somewhere?
“It’s my turn.” He says.
“No! You can’t!” she yells and slams the phone down. I peek out and notice she is lying on the couch, her head in her arms. I was about to put the phone back down, but the man speaks again…to me.
“Now, now, Katie. Eavesdropping is so unlike you.” I freeze. How does he know my name? How does he know I’m eavesdropping? I try to swallow, but my mouth has gone completely dry. Is he watching me? “Didn’t we already discuss this? I thought I told you to mind your own business.” I hear a clicking sound then a dial tone, I hang up the phone.
My palms completely soaked. He’s watching her! He’s watching me! He knows who I am. And worst of all, he is the man from my nightmares!
“Go to the bathroom before bed!”
Riiiiiiiiiiing.
I’m jolted awake by the sound of the phone ringing. I lay there for a second and let myself breathe. I look up at the clock and it’s nearly 2 in the afternoon. Have I been asleep that long? I try to get up, but I feel so dizzy so I let my head fall back onto my pillow. Why am I so tired? I’m not sick am I? I’ve been sleeping for the last twenty four hours. The phone stops ringing, and I let the answering machine pick it up, but whoever it is doesn’t leave a message.
“Fine with me.” I say to myself as a close my eyes again.
Riiiiiiing.
I jerk them open again, whoever called is calling again. Argh, I just want to sleep. I try to force myself out of bed, and then notice all the dampness.
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why does this keep happening?! I’ve only been asleep for five hours! Nothing happens after having been asleep eighteen hours straight, but no! Fall asleep for a couple hours and wham; I’m lying in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. If I hear that voice telling me to go to the bathroom before bed one more time I’m going to scream! I have been! And I’m still hearing it, and still I’m waking up like this! I’m so sick of this happening!
Riiiiing
Well whoever’s calling is going to have to wait a minute 'till I get dressed. I kneel down and reach under my bed for all the dirty sheets and whatnot and throw them in the laundry hamper. I get dressed and grab the basket and head down to the basement to do some laundry. After making sure there is nothing red, I dump it all in the washer. It was a little easier this time, and when it came out, nothing was pink! It looked about the way it was supposed to. White.
I hurry up and throw it all in the dryer as I hear the phone ring yet again. Seriously people, it’s called an answering machine. That’s what it’s for! To answer the phone! When I found a phone, I had to sit down, I was exhausted again. Those few steps had taken about all the energy out of me, all the energy that was felt anyway.
“Hello.” I say sounding like I just rolled out of bed.
“Katie, I didn’t wake you up did I?” my mom asks on the other end. Of course she did. She has this gift for dropping in or calling when she is least wanted.
“Yeah, but I was going to get up anyway.” I lie as I carry the phone back to my room, causing me to breathe heavily.
“Katie, have you been running?” she asked.
“No, I just walked from my room, to the phone, back to my room.”
“Are you feeling okay?” She asks taking note to the sound of my uneven breathing.
“I’m okay as long as I don’t get up, but when I do I feel like all the energy drains out of me.” I say climbing back onto my now sheet less bed. “I feel like I haven’t slept in a week.”
“You’ve been asleep for the last 24 hours.” She says. “Maybe I should call the doctor.”
“No! I’m fine! I’m just a little tired, I haven’t been sleeping well, from the whole nightmare thing, and it’s probably just catching up to me.”
I am NOT going to the doctor. I’ve had enough doctors for a while. No matter what I go in for, they either want to draw my blood or give me a shot. To them, needles fix everything.
“Maybe I should make an appointment just in case.” She says. And before I could object she says she has to go and hangs up. I see a big, fat needle with my name on it in my future, and I don’t need a nightmare to tell me so.
I hang up the receiver and pull the covers back over me and let my mind spin a little. Ryan? Ryan what? How is Allison’s mom connected with him?
Instead of going back to sleep like I had planned to do, I get up and raid the fridge for something caffeinated that Alex has left behind. And voila!
I spot something with a Starbucks logo on it and quickly snatch it up, plug my nose, and down it as fast as I can. Under any normal conditions for me, after drinking whatever it was I drank, I’d be bouncing off the walls, or I’d at least match Allison’s energy.
Whatever it is that’s wrong with me right now, all it gave me was about a half-hour to be able to keep my eyes open. I used the time to Google the name Ryan, which pretty much got me no where due to 4,750 pages came up and there was no way I was going to sit there and look through all of them.
Instead I exited out and looked up Motel 6 and found out there wasn’t one too far away. I could probably get there on my bike, if I could actually stand up past thirty-seconds anyway, so that’s not really an option. Plus there’s no way I’m going to go riding around by myself looking for psychopaths, not in my pajamas anyway.
So right when I’m about to snuggle back up with my blankets, the phone rings, yet again. I was totally expecting it to be my mom saying she set up a doctor’s appointment for me so I could become a human pin cushion. But instead it was Al, wondering why I took off yesterday and why I wasn’t at school today.
“Oh, well yesterday, I had a nose bleed and had to go see Amanda, who sent me home because I was tired.”
“Katie. How many times do I have to tell you?” Al said, sounding sincere.
“Tell me what?” I ask generally curious as she has to remind me of practically everything. What did I forget to do this time?
“Haven’t we had this discussion before?” she says, sighing into the receiver. What did I do? Did I forget to do something? Was I supposed to call her to tell her I was leaving? She’s had to talk to me about everything, how am I supposed to remember a particular discussion involving sick leave?
“Umm…No.” I say, racking the back of my brain for any clue as to what she want be referring to.
“Katie.” She says again. “We all know your secret.” What? What secret? What did I get caught doing this time? Do they think I was faking it or something?
“What?” I ask a slight nervous tone in my voice.
“We all know how you really got that nosebleed.” She says, sounding more threatening by the minute.
“Umm…because I fell asleep during a game of volleyball.” I say, trying to think of what she could possibly be thinking of.
“That’s just what you want us to believe. Wouldn’t you?”
“What are you talking about?” I ask, slightly annoyed. She’s really not making any sense now. I can hear her giggling in the background, oh great what now?
“You wouldn’t have so many nosebleeds if you would just learn to keep your finger out of there.” She finally says, erupting out in a fit of giggles.
Ha. Ha. That’s Al for you. REAL comedian…
“Very funny.” I say sarcastically, feeling myself nodding off again; my heart rate kicking up.
“What’s up with you any way? I called your house like five times after you wouldn’t answer your cell phone. Every time your mom picked up she said you were still asleep.”
“
Oh, Yeah. I think I’m sick again with…something. I’ve been asleep ever since I came home yesterday.”
“Oh, well, don’t give it to me; I have something important I need to do on Friday. I can’t afford to be sick.”
“Who’s Ryan?” I ask, propping myself up onto my elbows, leaning against the headboard.
“Huh? Ryan who? The guy who likes to cheat off me in Geometry? Or the one who compares everything he does with an episode from Star Trek.”
“Umm... neither. Like maybe one your mom knows or something.” I add casually.
“I don’t know. Why?” she asks. Okay there’s no way she’d believe me now if I said I was just curious. People don’t just go around asking if people’s moms know psychopaths named Ryan. Although with the way things have been going lately, I’m not about to pass this off as “weird”. It’s been about the most normal conversation I’ve had lately. “It came from a nightmare didn’t it?” she said after a moment of silence. “You just said you’ve been asleep for the last 24 hours. You had to have dreamed something, so spill.” She really is too smart for her own good.
“Well yeah. Your mom was-“I start but am immediately stopped by Al’s shout of concern.
“She doesn’t die does she?” she blurts out. “You’re not like hacking all my family members off in your sleep are you?”
“Umm... No. Don’t worry; no one dies in this one. They were just talking on the phone.”
“Oh. Did she know him?” she asks as she breaths a sigh of relief.
“Yeah. It was like she dreaded the phone call. Almost like she’s secretly been waiting for it in the back of her mind.”
“Oh,who was the guy?” she asked.
“The same guy who tried to blow our brains out.” I say casually.
“What did he want with my mom?” I pause for a moment to remember, gliding my hand through my hair as I do so. Hmm, I know there was something to do with him wanting something from her, but I never found out what it was. What did Allison’s mom have that he wanted? What would a psychopath want that belongs to a random middle-aged woman?
She’s a FLORIST. What does a FLORIST possibly have? A highly dangerous, destructive…flower? You sneak it into a dozen roses; the unsuspecting target sniffs it, and then drops down dead? I don’t think so.
“He wanted something from her.” I finally say after giving it a moments thought. “I don’t know what though. She knew what is was, but she wouldn’t give it up. She was really mad and scared that he called.”
“I’ll ask her later. I got to go. I’ll call you later.” She said hastily and hung up. Finally! I can go back to sleep! Or so I thought. As soon as I lay my head down; the phone rings yet again. My mother announces she made me a doctor’s appointment for tomorrow. Joy. When I finally get off the phone, relax and close my eyes, ready to forget everything and fall asleep, you guessed it! The phone rang AGAIN! When will you people leave me alone? This time it was Jaclyn, calling to make sure I wasn’t dead or something.
“Why weren’t you in school today?! I had to give that English speech by myself yesterday too after you ditched! No thanks to you.”
Or not…
“Sorry. I was sent home sick.” I say, slightly annoyed.
“Oh, right, I forgot about that. Al told us all about how you picked your nose to death so you could get out of class. That’s a new one, even for someone who lives with three brothers.” If Al and I survive this whole stalker thing, I swear, I think I just might kill her myself. Jaclyn must have sensed the anger steaming off the phone, since she hastily threw in a, “She was joking of course, she wasn’t serious.”
Well, that about saved Allison from getting chopped up into 27 identical pieces. Lucky her. I might even be nice enough to only sever her into fifteen pieces instead. Anyone care for a little Al a la carte? How about a dash of Eau De Allison? In this case, I shall bring a whole new meaning to the phrase you just got served. |
After a ten minute conversation, which consisted of me drilling into Jaclyn’s skull that the reason I had a nosebleed had nothing to do with the placement of my fingers at the time. She finally she just sighs,”You’re no fun.” and hangs up.
Well sooorrr-rrryyy. I’m not exactly in the mood to be “fun”. Fun time ends when scary threatening letters start arriving on your window sill.
Nobody is going to call anymore! Want to know why? I did something I should have done a long time ago. I unplugged the phone line. Oh, yeah, smart huh? For the third and final time, I lay, and to my pleasure, nothing happened to interrupt.
^-^
Light tan walls stare back at me, as I stand again in a familiar looking room. I’m in Allison’s house again. But I’m not alone this time; her mom is sitting atop the leather couch, a blank expression formed across her face. Her hands wrapped around her face, elbows resting on top her knees, which she nervously bounces up and down. As if she’s waiting for something. Just as I start to wonder what it could be, I can hear keys jingling outside the front door, playing with the lock, then the door opening.
“Hi, mom. I’m home.” Allison calls out from the front room. She walks in, her gaze going right past me, to her mom sitting on the couch.
She looks up and gives her a weak smile.
“How was school?” she asks, avoiding eye contact with her.
“It was fine…What’s wrong?” Al asks, noticing her mothers’ slightly unusual behavior. Ms. Walltz just continues to jitter nervously, cupping her hands and rubs them together a few times before answering.
“I’m fine. Why do you ask?” she says, still failing to meet her eyes.
“Because you look like you’re about to freak out about something.” Ms. Walltz takes a deep breath and holds it in before loudly blowing it out.
“We need to talk.” She says, looking as if she regretted saying it the moment the words left her lips.
“Sure,” Al says as she takes a seat on the couch facing her mom. “What’s wrong? Did some thing happen?”
“No…well yes. Sort of. I… I lied to you.” She says finally, her voice slightly crackling.
“What do you mean? Lied about what?”
“About your dad.” She says, taking in a deep breath.
“My…dad? What about him? You said he left when he found out you were pregnant.”
“I lied. He didn’t leave us…we left him.” She says as she looks back down at the floor.
“What…?” Allison asks, clearly dumbstruck and confused at the thought.
“You have to understand though; I did it for your own good.” She stammers. I look over at Allison, as the whole situation seems to have clicked in her head.
“You took me away from my dad…You’re the reason he’s not in my life?” she asks, tearing her eyes away from her mom.
“I did it to protect you, you must understand that.” Ms. Walltz says, looking up at her daughter.
“By lying to me my whole life? Why, what did he do?”
“He wasn’t all…there. He was sick, mentally. He started becoming violent towards me, he would stay out all night and come home drunk.” She took another deep breath, choking on the memories of it all. “He was a devout atheist, and at the time, so was I. But I started feeling as though there was something missing in my life, and I told him this. It sent him off on a violent rampage, screaming, throwing things at me. Yelling on about how I was being unfaithful, that he should be enough to make me happy.” She pauses, and pulls back her thin, black hair, revealing a thick scar above her left eyebrow. I’ve seen this many times, but never learned how she had gotten it. I watch as she grazes her fingers across it.
“I take it you didn’t get that from falling.” Allison says quietly, staring intensely at her mother. She shakes her head.
“I told him I was taking a class at the community college, when in reality I started attending a church in the area near there. It was there where I came to know God and become a Christian. Well…One of the church members ran into him in town, and told him about how they enjoyed having me in their church.” She pauses for a moment, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes, but a couple fall out anyway. She hastily wipes them away and continues. “When I came home that night, he was waiting for me in the living room, drunker than I’d ever seen him before. Angry would be an understatement, he was furious, and while he went on his yelling rampage at me; he smashed a beer bottle across my head and knocked me out. When I woke up, it must have been the next day, there was blood all over my head and clothes, and he was nowhere to be found. The first thought that came across my mind was that he thought he killed me. I got up, grabbed you out of your crib and ran for it.” She says, taking another deep breath when she finishes, wiping away the reaming tears in her eyes. Allison looks down, thinking through the whole story she’s been told, wondering whether or not to believe it.
“Why have you never told me this before?” she asks.
“There was never really a need to. I guess I was afraid you would try and go looking for him.”
“Why would I go looking for someone who used to beat you? You could have told me this before.”
“I know… I’m sorry. I just thought, the less you knew about him, the better.” Al nods her head, continuing mulling it about in her head for a few minutes.
“I was already born?” she asks, remembering what was said.
“Yes, you were about two or three. I’m kind of surprised that you don’t remember.”
“I don’t remember anything before living at Grandma and Grandpa’s”
“That’s better then, we were constantly yelling at each other.”I look away for a moment to think.
“Katie?” Allison says to me. I look up but she’s not looking at me, she’s still talking to her mom. Huh? I could have sworn she called me. “Katie?” I hear her call me again. I look up once again, but she’s still preoccupied. Weird, I know she called me.
“Allison.” I call back, but she doesn’t respond to me.
“Katie!” I hear her call out again. What’s going on? How is she talking to me, she doesn’t even know I’m here.
“Go to the bathroom before bed!”
I feel a hand grab onto my arm. I open my eyes and blink for a few moments. I see Al standing over my bed, shaking me awake. Another dream.
“I’m awake.” I say sitting up a little. My mom walks in and asks how I’m doing. “Fine.” I say, wishing she would leave.
“Well get up and come downstairs, you’ve been in bed for the last two days.” She says, coming closer.
“Uh, in a minute.” I say, wishing more than ever for her to just nod and go back downstairs. But oh no!
“Now!” she says, standing beside my bed with Al. “I don’t want you falling back asleep. You need to get up and join the living.”
“And I will, just give me a minute.” I mumble into my blanket. I look up at Al, hoping she’ll get the picture and the two of them will go downstairs and make small talk, leaving me to my puddle. But she’s not even looking at me; she seems perfectly distracted by something outside my window. She snaps out of it, and looks at the desperation in my face.
“Now!” my mom says, ready to yank the covers off. Al stops her.
“Hey, um, Ms. Devo can I talk to Katie for a minute?” she asks. My mom stares back down at me, and I watch in horror as her eyes get all big. I stare back at my blankets, pulling them back up to my chin, wishing I’d just disappear. She snorts my name in disgust, shakes her head down at me and storms off. Well, that went well. Not.
“Well…that was pleasant.” I say.
“Nightmare?” she asks.
“Of course.” I say, my face now glowing redder than Christmas lights. She nods sympathetically down at me and offers to scoot out for a few. I do my now routine bed clean up, get dressed, hide the evidence, empty a bottle of air freshener, and let Al back in. Maybe I won’t chop her up after all.
“So…what happened?” she asks, getting straight to the point.
“Oh, I don’t really know what this one had to do with any of this.” I say, not quite sure if I should tell her or not.
“What was it about?” she asks.
“Well… I’m not sure how I should put this.”
“Out with it.”
“It was about your dad.”
“Oh.” She says, going quiet. “I don’t want anything to do with him. He hurt my mom, and he obviously didn’t want me.” She says, pounding her fist into my mattress. I wonder if she already knows. “Well, what happened?” she asks after a moment of awkward silence.
“Umm… I don’t think I’m the one to tell you.” I say, staring down at my bitten off fingernails.
“What do you mean? You’re the only one who knows whatever’s going on in your crazy little head.”
“No, I mean, it was about a conversation you’re going to have with your mom. It’s about your dad.” I say, nibbling at what remains on the tips of my fingers.
“Well, if she’s going to tell me he’s dead or something, you can tell me that, it won’t bother me. It’s not like I knew him or anything, I wasn’t even born when he left.” I bite down harder on my finger, causing to bleed a little in my mouth. “Well, whatever. What does he have to do with this whole thing?”
“I don’t know. It was kinda out of place. That’s the second dream in a row I’ve had about you and your mom.”
“Weird.” She says. I hear a familiar tune, as Al digs around in her pocket for her cell phone.
“Hello?” Her face tightens and strains to hear whoever is on the other line. “Hello? Who is this?” she demands into the phone, her face turning a white flour color. She hangs up and stares at it for a moment before stuffing it back in the pocket of her jacket and looking back up at me.
“What was that about?” I ask. “And don’t even think about giving me that whole ‘wrong number’ thing."
She shrugs her shoulders and goes, “Just some guy trying to scare me.”
“Why, what did he say?” She just shakes her head. I was about to pursue the matter more, but my cell phone rings. I snatch it up off my nightstand and answer it.
“Hello?” I ask after a couple of seconds staring at the screen saying “restricted number”. Heavy breathing. “Hello?” I ask, getting annoyed.
“Didn’t I tell you to mind your own business?” a muffled voice says on the other end. It’s him.
“Who are you?” I demand. “What do you want?”
“You know what I want.” He says again, the same eerie confidence rolling off his tongue and into his voice.
“What do you want from her?” I ask, my voice trembling.
“Her life.” He says, starting to laugh, a laugh that sends chills up through my whole body. “Why? Why do you want her? Do you even know her?” I ask, barley above a whisper.
“Oh, I know all about her. I’ve had my eye on her for many months now. I know her address, I know her friends, I know her school, and I know which classes she takes and when. I even know her locker combination. Let’s not forget her cell phone number.” My heart pounds into my chest, I feel like I’m going to be sick. I want to hang up, but I can’t move. I swallow. Hard.
“Why are you doing this?” I whimper, nothing but fear flowing out of my voice.
“Because she’s one of… them.” He says, pure disgust in his voice.
“One of what?” I ask, more then one finger bleeding at this point.
“You know what. You know what she…is.” I turn around, so my back now faces her and I drop my voice.
“That’s what this is all about?” I ask dumbfounded. “You want to kill her because she believes in God?”
“They disgust me! They're all idiots!” he yells into the phone so loud, I’m forced to pull it away from my ear.”
“You’re…crazy” I stammer.
“I’m the crazy one?” he asks truly bewildered, he breathes in for a moment and laughs, almost sounding pleased. “You shouldn’t be the one to talk. I don’t know very many fifteen year olds who still wet the bed…every night. And wait, there’s more. Haven’t you done that twice today already? And what? It’s only five.” How does he know all this…? How does he know I’ve been wetting the bed, at all really, but every night? And today? How does he know that?
“Not much of a purpose having a bathroom in your room if all you ever do is just go there in bed.” I feel my face turn red with shame and anger.
“It’s… not my fault.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night. By the way, I’m not completely heartless. I’ll give your friend an option. There’s only one thing she needs to do, she does it, and I’ll go away for good. No more phone calls, no nothing.”
“What?” I squeak.
“She has to deny it. She has to stand in front of everyone at school and say ‘I don’t believe in God.’ I’ll swing by some time and give her a little…motivation. She does it. I’ll go away. If she doesn’t…well, let’s just say you better start looking for a new best friend.” He laughs. I’m shaking at this point. Shaking hard. Crying too, Al definitely knows something’s up. She walks up next to me and places a hand on my shoulder.“Well, it’s been nice having this little chat. It’s been really fun. We should do it again some time soon. Don’t bother calling the police by the way. They’ll never believe you. What would you tell them? You dreamed it was going to happen?” he says, laughing again. “Before I hang up, I left you a little present. A couple presents actually. A little something you left behind and a little something extra. No need to thank me. Just remember what we talked about. I expect her to have made a decision before I…swing by.”
Click.
It must have been a full minute before I put the phone down from my ear. A whimper escapes my mouth. What am I going to do? He’s going to kill her!
Tears begin falling from my face. He’s watching her. He’s watching every move she makes. He’s watching me! He knows the inside of my room! He even knows there’s a bathroom in there!
“Katie?” Allison asks quietly. “What happened?” I just shake my head and silently cry. I can’t do this! I can’t deal with this!A sudden chill fills the room; I look over to see the window half-way open.“Al?” I ask through silent sobs. “Did you open the window?” I cry. I know the answer. She looks over, and gasps.
“No. But we’ve got a bigger problem!” she says pointing out the window. I look out, and officially lose it. I collapse on the floor and just cry. What else can I do? Al picks me up by my arm and leads me over to the bed. She doesn’t even know what to do. After a minute she gets up and walks back over to the window and climbs out, over to the tree in the front yard. Good thing too, I couldn’t make it over there, I’d probably fall off the roof.
There, hanging on the tree branches in full view, was a white soiled sheet, and balancing on a near branch, a pack of adult diapers. Attached to that was an envelope with red lettering on the envelope spelling out, Katie.
Al comes back in, arms full of all the things from the tree. She dumps them on the floor and comes back over to me while I’m crying hysterically at this point. But when have I not been lately? If I’m not leaking out the bottom, I’m leaking out the top.
I know I need to pull myself together; I need to tell her what he said. She comes and joins me on the bed, a box of tissue in her hands.
“It was him, wasn’t it?” she asks, handing me the box. I nod my head as I blow my nose. She patiently waits, as I try to compose myself, enough to tell her what happened. I take a deep breath, and spill. I tell her everything. What he said, about her and his proposition and what happens if she declines.
At the end of it, we’re both crying. We’re terrified. The only safe place to be at the moment is in each others arms, crying like seven year olds.
I take back what I said earlier. I don’t want to kill her, or yell at her, I’m not even mad at her. I love her. I can’t let her die, I don’t know what I’d do if that happened. I think a part of me would die as well. I don’t even want to think about it. I can’t, because it’s not going to happen. I won’t let it.
“Maybe we should try calling the police. Maybe he’s wrong. Maybe, they will believe us.” Al says. “It couldn’t hurt.”
“Maybe.” I say, as I pick up the phone and dial 9-1-1. Nothing. Arr! I unplugged the phone! Look whose smart now! I pick my cell phone up and dial, wait a few seconds for the operator to pick up, and take a deep breath, preparing myself to spill what’s been happening. Al clings onto my free arm for support. Not sure whose support though, neither of us are holding up too well.
When the operator picks up, I try and tell her what’s happening. I don’t want to tell her about the dreams; she’d think I was crazy. So I try to tell her everything that’s happened outside my subconscious. She tries to assure me that it’s probably a prank and that I’m overreacting. She tells me that everything will be fines so I have no choice. I have to tell her about the nightmares. I have to tell her why I think Al is in real danger, why it’s far from a prank.
“Uh-huh…” she says slowly after I told her all that there is to tell. “Well, there’s nothing I can really do. No real crime has taken place so far. If it will make you feel better, I’ll add an extra patrolman over at the school. But until an actual crime is committed, which I doubt there will be, there’s not much we can do.” And hangs up. She didn’t believe me. Well… I tried. I hang up and throw my cell phone against the wall. I look toward Allison and shake my head in frustration. We sit in silence for a moment.
“Are you going to open it?” she asks after a minute, pointing toward the package of diapers on the floor.
“I’m not opening those.” I say in disgust.
“No, not that, the note attached to it.” She says, pointing down toward the white envelope taped to the side. I get up, pull it off and sit back down. I slide my fingers under the crease and open it up. Al leans over and we both read the note in horror.
Smile pretty for the camera!
I’m watching you! |
We stare at the note in my hands, and then at each other. We look around the room in horror, looking in the corners for some hidden camera.
That’s how he knows what’s been going on! What we’ve said, what I’ve been dreaming, and what’s been happening because of them. He’s got a video camera in here! But how? How did he get in here? My rooms a mess! It could be hidden under anything! Time for a little damage control. Al seems to have read my mind; she takes in the room then nods to me in agreement. And so we begin are perilous journey in search of what some would call a “floor”. A long and difficult task awaits us. We may not make it out alive…
My mom came in about an hour later to see what happened, why we never came back down. I think we scared her. She made this really weird noise; we figured it was from shock. I guess it’s been a little while since I actually cleaned my room.
We must have looked everywhere! In every corner, in every space, in every drawer. Nothing. Not a camera to be found.
“Maybe he was just bluffing, just trying to scare us possibly.” I say as I collapse down on the bed, a wave of exhaustion taking over.
“But how does he know about, well…everything?” Al asks doubtful, taking another quick glance around the room. She digs around in her pocket and produces her cell phone. “Huh… I got a text message. Umm… Katie” she said softly, looking down at the screen.
“What?” I ask, sitting back up. “Is it from him?”
“Yeah… but it’s weird.” She says handing me the phone. I look down and see the words, all in caps.
“TIRED” OF ME YET?
“Well if you’re not, I sure am.” I say as I hand it back and lay back down. “Mentally and physically.”
“Why did he put quotes around the word tired?” Al asks.
“I don’t know. He’s a psychopath; they never have good reasons for anything they do.”
Allison’s phone rings again, we freeze on the spot, not sure whether or not to answer it. It rings a few times before Al takes a deep breath and answers.
“Hello?” her face relaxes as the other voice on the other end begins to talk. “It’s my mom.” She mouths to me. “I’m at Katie’s…Oh, okay. I’ll be home in a minute.” She says and hangs up. “I got to go home. Call me if anything else happens.”
“Okay.” I say standing up. “And, Al?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you be okay?” I ask her, our eyes locking for a moment.
She pauses for a moment, as if to be wondering the same thing herself. “I’m okay.” She says after a moment of thought. We exchange hugs one last time before she sets off for home. I pick the letter up off the floor and re-examine it one more time before stuffing it in my desk drawer with the other one. I pace my room as I try to figure out what to do. Should I tell my mom? No, she didn’t believe the last one, what would make you think she’d believe this one. It’s all a big joke to her. A prank.
Who do I tell? Police wouldn’t believe me. My mom won’t believe me; doubt Allison’s mom would take it seriously either. What adult would possibly believe us? Amanda! I reach into my backpack and dig around for the card with her cell phone number on it. I reach over to my cell phone and punch in the numbers, my hands slightly clamming up.
“Katie!” she says after recognizing my voice. “Glad you called, what happened? Any new nightmares or clues?”
“Yeah, but we’ve got a bigger problem.” I say, wiping my hands on my pants. I try my best to control my voice and tell her about the phone call and card that I received. There’s no way to hide it though. I was scared, and no matter how much I tried to hide it, the sound of fear came out anyway. When I finish, my body was shaking again, about just as much as my voice. “Me and Allison looked everywhere for a camera, we even looked outside a little on the roof. We couldn’t find anything. Do you think he was for real, or was he just trying to scare us?”
“You said earlier that he knew things about your room, where certain things were, and things that happened that you didn’t tell anyone.”
“Yeah, but I can’t figure out how. It’s got to be a camera; he knew certain…phrases that were used in the nightmares that I didn’t tell anyone about. Things I probably yelled out in my sleep.” I say, looking up at the ceiling. There’s this annoying feeling now in the back of my mind, a feeling of being watched. Let me tell you, it is NOT fun! If he is really watching me, he’s probably watching me change! I’m not changing in here anymore! I’ll just change in the hall bathroom. Showers. I gasp. Is he monitoring the bathroom? Yeah, I’m not going in there anymore! I’ll just use the shower in my moms’ room. If she asks why, I’ll tell her the light burnt out, it’s usually about two weeks from when I announce it, to when it’s actually fixed, on account of we make Alex fix those kinds of things.
“Yeah… He said he was going to kill Allison unless she denied God in front of everyone at school.” I say, feeling another wave of tears coming through. I hold my breath and wish for them to disappear.
“At school?” she asks as soon as the words leave my mouth.
“Yes, he said he was going to ‘drop by’ some time to give her a little motivation. He said that she needed to have made up her mind by then.”
“Have you told anyone about this? Do your parents know? Have you told Allison?” she asks urgently.
“I’ve told Al, and I’ve tried to tell my mom, but she doesn’t believe me. She thinks it’s a prank.” I say, hugging my pillow. Neither of us says anything for a minute. I start to wonder if she’s even still there.
“I don’t think it’s a prank.” She says sounding sincere, reassuring me that I’m not losing my mind. Finally! Someone who believes me! “Did he give a certain time he was going to do this? A day maybe?”
“No. He just said he’d stop by sometime.” I say, trying to hold back a yawn. No I don’t find this topic boring, quite the opposite, it terrifies me, but something weird has been happening these last few days. I can barely keep my eyes open. “I’m sorry, I have to go. I can’t stay awake much longer.”
“Okay, but have you gone to the doctor yet? You know, Mono has been going around.” Mono, ha! I don’t exactly have to worry about that one. Kissing hasn’t exactly been on my agenda, well…ever.
“Oh, I don’t think that is really an issue for me. I’m to, um… inexperienced in that area.” I say, feeling sort of embarrassed explaining my love life, or lack of, to the school nurse. “Well, I’ll see you at school or something, bye.” I say and hang up. I crash back down on and my bed and happily reunite myself with my blanket and pillow. But leave it to my mom to come up and ruin my happy little reunion and force me out of bed. I don’t care if I’ve been in bed for the last two days, and I probably wouldn’t mind going at it for another two, but apparently my mother thinks otherwise. What might I ask is so wrong with letting me sleep? That’s just extra hours you don’t have to deal with me. I know deep down, that’s what you really want. But oh no! She wants me up and out of bed, for reasons I will never understand.
When I finally manage to actually drag my butt downstairs, it’s only to walk over to the kitchen table and attempt to fall right back asleep, if Alex and my mom weren’t there. I glance up at my mom who’s sitting across from me all stern looking and whatnot. I can tell she’s not exactly the proud mom of a fifteen-year-old-bed-wetting-daughter. She’s still pretty ticked off about that, which is totally unfair because it’s not like I’m too proud of it either. Shouldn’t the humiliation be enough for her? And it’s not like I haven’t done practically everything I can possibly think of to stop it.
She seems to be reading my mind since as soon as I look up at her she’s all, “We’re going to ask about THAT tomorrow too.” Joy.
“Oh. you’re finally going to get those nightmares fixed? Yes! Finally, I can sleep in my own room again!” Alex says as he joins us at the table. We both give,him a puzzled look. “You do know she’s been having nightmares, right?” Alex says to my mom. We both continue to stare at him.
“How did you know that? Did you corner Al in the hallway or something?” I ask, curious as to how he knows this.
“Well, yes and no.” he admits. “If anyone noticed I’ve been sleeping on the couch for the last week and a half.”
“Okay, but what does having spiders in your room have to do with any of this?”
“Not because of spiders, because of you.” Alex says through mouthfuls of cereal. “You’ve been screaming bloody murder in your sleep, and my room’s right next to yours. It was freaking me out, so I’ve been sleeping downstairs.” He grins for a minute and faces me. “You know, you curse more asleep than you do awake. You’ve been using an interesting combination of words last time I was up there. Some I’ve never even heard before. I’m surprised you haven’t been hearing her scream, your door is always open.” He says to mom. Has he forgotten that mom can sleep through anything? A little yelling here and there isn’t going to wake her up.
“Have you forgotten who you’re talking to? A little shout here and there isn’t going to wake her up.” I point out.
“No, you don’t get it.” He says. “You’ve been screaming at the top of your lungs and shouting things out .I even went in your room once to see what was going on and it looked like you were trying to kill someone with your sheets. Seriously, no wonder you’re tired, you use all your energy at night trying to kill non existing people.”
“She has?” was all my mom is able to come up with. Alex nods and continues eating.
“So, you said you talked to Allison. When?” I ask, feeling a bit more energy than before.
“Friday night when she was here. She came down in the middle of the night when I was on the couch. I asked her if she knew anything about the screaming, but she just said you’ve been having nightmares.”
“Oh.” I said more to myself than anyone. I wonder if I should tell him. I watch as he gets up and goes upstairs. Well, now would be the time. I get up and follow him, ignoring my moms yells that I better not be going back to bed behind me. I grab him by the arm, pull him into my room, and shut the door.
“Want to know what’s up?” I ask, as I start digging through my desk drawer in search of the notes.
“Sure.” He says, leaning up against the wall. “Umm, what are those for?” he asks, raised eye brows as he points over to the pack of diapers. I run over and kick them under my bed, leaving his question hanging in the air. I pull out the envelopes and set them on my bed. I take a deep breath and tell him what’s happening. The nightmares, the phone calls, the notes, everything. Well okay…almost everything. I must say, as much as I despise my brother at times, it was nice to finally get to talk to someone about this that I was related to.
“Why didn’t you tell mom?” he asks, still staring at the note about the camera in his hands.
“I tried, she thinks this is all a prank.” I say, anger coming out in my voice. “She’s taking me to the doctor tomorrow to get me ‘looked at’.”
“Oh. What is the THAT mom was talking about?” he asks, finally setting the envelope back down on my desk.
“Huh?”
“When you came downstairs, mom said ‘we’re going to ask about THAT tomorrow too.’ What’s the THAT?”
“Oh, nothing you want to know about.” I say, turning my now red face away to face the bookshelf.
“Does it have anything to do with this?” he asks.
“Yes, but I rather not say. It’s…embarrassing.” I mumble.
“What? You can tell me. How embarrassing could it be? It’s not like your wetting the bed or something.” Now would be a really good time for the ground to open up. Please? You don’t even have to be that big, maybe just enough so I can jump into or something or maybe possibly just hide? Nope. Nothing. Nada. My only hope is that he can take it, nice, sensibly, and maturely. Ha!
“Oh my God. You freak! You’ve been wetting the bed?” he yells after I don’t respond, keeping an eye on the floor, still strongly willing for it to open. He bursts out laughing, well, until I kick him anyway, that shuts him up. “Jeez. Okay sorry. It’s funny.” He says, massaging his leg.
“Not really. For you maybe.” I mumble, continuing a blank stare at the floor.
“Well, have you connected it yet?” he asks after he finished laughing.
“Connected what?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Well, you said everything else seemed to have a purpose, I know that, you know, it seems out of place and all, but maybe it’s not. Maybe there’s a purpose for it after all.
“What could possibly be the purpose for that? Even if there was one, is it really all that necessary?” I say doubtfully. Well come to think of it, I could never figure something about it out. “Well, I do hear something weird every time right before I wake up. Every nightmare I’ve had, I hear a voice telling me to ‘Go to the bathroom before bed’.” Another grin stretched across his face. “Stop laughing, I’m serious” I scowl. “He knows my little problem, he sent me diapers. He even sent back a sheet from Bio camp. This is serious! STOP LAUGHING!” Mine and Al’s life could be in serious danger and all my brother can do is laugh because his little sister wets the bed. How immature can he get?
“Okay, settle down.”
“Only if you stop being so immature.” I yell back.
“Okay, okay. Let me think.” He says as he scratches his head. “Has anyone strange been in your room recently?” he asks as he examines my room for hidden cameras.
“Yeah.” I say sarcastically. “You.”
“Ha. No seriously, like maybe during your trip last weekend. Did mom let someone in while you were gone?” he asked, opening my closet.
“Oh. I never thought of that. But why would mom let some weird, bald guy in my room. Let alone long enough to install some freaky surveillance thing.” I say, shooing him away from my closet before he messes up my now clean room that I worked so hard on. Well…that Al worked so hard on, while I fell asleep at the desk. I know that sounds mean, but I was tired, and I did after all, clean out from under my bed. Al would not go near there for obvious reasons. I wasn’t mean enough to make her do that much. And I didn’t even make her; I was totally helping, well, until the tiny bit of energy I had depleted. She did pretty much everything else though. She, as I suspected, was too preoccupied with the fact that someone is trying to kill her to notice something as small as me not helping her clean my own room.
I am the worst friend ever! But hey…I have a floor! And it’s carpeted. I can actually lay down on the floor and stick my arms and legs out. And to top it all off, I can do this AND not hit anything! Normally if I tried that, I’d break something. Whether it is something in my room, me, or both. Something will get broken, I can guarantee that.
I lay down on the floor, admiring the fact that I am still on one piece and that giant dust bunnies have not, in fact, picked me up and carried me away to their leader. If me and Al live through this, I might even make an attempt to keep it this way. Maybe…
“Why don’t you ask her?” I ask lazily staring up at him as I start to feel myself drift back to sleep.
“Do you really think you’re in danger?” he asks, standing over me, looking down into my face.
“Yeah.” I say, lifting an eyelid.
“Then this is something the two of you need to work out. I’m not getting into this.” He says as he leaves my room.
“Argh.” I moan at the thought of getting up and asking myself. But if I don’t, she’s going to see me falling asleep and get all menopausal on me again. That and it’s not like I can change the carpet if I accidentally fall asleep here. Not the best of choices. I eventually drag myself off the floor and walk/crawl downstairs to join everyone else. Or as my mom put it, “the living”.
“Oh, good you’re here.” My mom says as I about pass out on the kitchen table. “I was just about to go check up on you.” Uh-huh…sure. Alex elbows me in the arm and I look up to see him motioning me to ask her. I sigh and do it.
“Hey, mom.” I say to the kitchen table. “Was anyone here while I was gone, like in my room or something?” I was completely expecting her to say no and ask why and all that.
She just turns the page of the book she’s reading and goes, “Uh-huh, the electrician.”What? Electrician? Electrical! Cameras are electrical, installed by someone who knows what they’re doing when it comes to electronics!
“Why was the electrician in my room?” I ask, trying to sound all casual and whatnot. And I thought I did a good job too, my voice only squeaked a little bit.
“Said he needed to check something about how many appliances were plugged in.” she says as she continues to read her book. “Why?”
“Oh, was just wondering.” I sigh.
“Oh okay, by the way, your doctors appointment’s at four, so come home straight after school.” She says. School? I have to go to school? Like this? This is going to be interesting.
“Okay. Well, I have a lot of homework to do. So I’ll see you later. “ I say, as I attempt to drag myself back up the stairs.
“Okay,” she calls up after me, “But don’t even think about going back to sleep, I’ll be in to check on you in a minute.” What is the big deal? Why will you not let me sleep? I just go in my room and close the door. I sit at my desk and look down at my cell phone. Whoa…Five missed calls. All from Allison. I punch in her number and wait for her to pick up.
“Hello?” she says.
“Hey Al, it’s me, what’s up?” I ask.
“Oh, Katie! I’m so glad you called!” she practically yelled.” It happened!”
“What? What happened?” I ask, moving over to my bed.
“What you said earlier. About my mom telling me about my dad, it happened. I walked inside, and she was sitting in the couch, and she told me the whole thing.” She says, choking on the words a bit. I take the phone away from my ear for a moment and stare at it, willing for it not to be true.
“It’s real?” I whisper to myself horrified. If that really happened…then. No! I push the thought out of my head, it can’t be! It can’t be real! It just can’t be! It can’t happen! But a voice inside is saying, yes, yes it can.
“Katie? Katie!? Are you there?” I press the phone back to my ear.
“Yeah…sorry.” I whisper.
“What are we going to do?” she asks, just as quiet as I did. At least she understands what this means. She’s not safe. Neither of us are. I don’t care that I’m getting death threats. I’m going to stick with her until the end. I mean it. I’m NOT going to sit back and let her die. I’m going to do whatever I can to help, even if that means I get dragged down along with her. I can’t believe this is happening. It’s one thing to have nightmares. Another to get threatening letters left to you on your second story window, at least it has the slightest chance of being a prank. But proof you’re being watched by cameras and realizing your nightmares are becoming reality? Yeah, it’s not so pleasant.
“I…I don’t know.” I whisper.
“Can you come over? I don’t want to be by myself.” she says, her voice rising. Yeah, I don’t blame her. I don’t exactly want to be by myself either. Even if I do know this is going to happen at school, I don’t exactly want to be in my room anymore.
“I’ll be right over.” I say as I hop down off my bed and slide my feet in my shoes.
“Where are you going?” my mom asked as I attempted to slide out the front door, unnoticed.
“Al’s.”
“I thought you said you were going to do homework?”
“I am, but I realized I forgot to get it from her. It’s at her house.” I lie and slip out the front door and search around the garage for my bike. I breathe heavily as I pedal down the street, fighting the urge to give up and press on down the four blocks to Allison’s house. I throw my bike down on the front porch, ring the bell and half a second later Al whips open the door and pulls me inside her room.
“I’m so glad you’re here!” she says flinging her arms around me, nearly knocking me over. “What’s in the bag?” she asks after letting go and letting me breathe.
“Everything.” I say dumping out its contents onto the floor. I pick up the letters and arrange them on the floor along with a notepad and pen to take notes. “We’re going to figure this out.” I say. “We can’t do this at my house, it’s being monitored.”
“You mean…there’s really a camera watching you? You found it?” she asks, staring at the letters with hate and anger.
“No, but my mom said the electrician was in my room while we were at the Biology trip. Seems too strong of a coincidence for there to be a electrician in there right before we get the letter saying we’re being watched by a camera” I say, motioning towards one of the envelopes. Al silently nods in agreement.
“Okay.” I say, writing my thoughts down on paper. “What we need to do is arrange all of this in a time line, and try to make sense of it all. We need to figure out who this creep Ryan is and figure out what’s he’s planning, so we can stop it.” I write a chart on a piece of paper and label it Dream One, Dream Two, Dream Three etc. “Hmm,” I think out loud. “My first dream, what happened? Not much. I was walking to school and felt nervous. Then I woke up.” I say as I write it down on paper.
“Is that when everything started?” she asks. I nod my head and continue.
“Okay, second dream. Walking to school, felt even more nervous than the first one, started feeling scared. Walked onto school grounds and started to sweat. That’s when I woke up.” Al peeks over my shoulder to see what I’m writing.
“Umm…maybe I should take notes. I can’t read a single thing you’re writing.” I roll my eyes and hand over the note pad. She scratches out everything I wrote and re-writes it.
“Okay.” She says, sitting up, pen in hand. “Third dream. What happened?”
“Just about the same thing, except this time I turned the corner onto make out alley to go meet you by your locker.” She nods and motions with her hand for me to go on with the next dream. "Okay, this is when things started to get scary. I turned the corner and that’s when I found you and Ryan. He had a gun and it was pointed at your head.”
“What did he look like?” she asks, leaning up against her bed.
“He wasn’t big or anything. Average. The only things that really stuck out was the tattoo of a snake on his left arm, and the fact that he was balder than Mr. Clean.” I say, scooting over to lean against the bed next to Al.
“Was the tattoo fully covering his arm?”
“No. It wasn’t really big or anything. It was actually smaller, about as big as that pen.” I say, pointing to the pen in Al’s hand. She writes all of this down, and reads it to herself before asking anything else.
“What did he say, in his exact words?”
“Umm…” I say, trying to think back. “He asks you if you believe in God. You say yes, and he shoots you. Then I feel myself falling, and then wake up.” She writes it all down but doesn’t say anything. She gives me the thumbs up sign and I rack my brain for the next dream.“Exact same dream, except this time, after he kills you, he spots me and asks if I believe in God.” I pause for a moment and take in a lung full of air and then continue. “I say…no. He says I made a wise choice, but now that I know who is, he can’t let me go. He shoots me as well.”
She reads it over and then asks, “Knows who he is?” she repeats. “Do you recognize him?”
“No. I don’t think so.” I say, picturing him in my mind. “But there’s just something about him. Something familiar, but I just can’t seem to place it. Maybe it’s just the confidence in his voice.” I say. But I know what it is. It isn’t the confidence in his voice. It’s his face, and most importantly. His breath. I can’t tell her this though. I need to, but I just can’t get myself to do it. Besides, it can’t be him anyway. I already ruled him out. Mr. Stinky has a full head of hair, no tattoo, and his first name isn’t Ryan. It’s Brian.
Hmm… Sounds a lot alike though. Maybe I misheard. Maybe Allison’s mom said Brian, not Ryan. I thought for sure she said Ryan. Can you even miss hear things in dreams? Okay so the only three things that link Mr. Stinky to this just happens to be that they kind of look alike, they have similar sounding names, and they both are in serious need of a breath mint. Not exactly enough to accuse somebody of something like this. Especially something that hasn’t even happened yet.
“Katie! Snap out of it!” Al says, tapping me on the shoulder. “Next dream.”
“Oh, sorry.” I say as I think back to the topic. “Let’s see. This one is when I went all crazy during detention. When I got shot in this one, I could see Alyssa standing behind Ryan. After Ryan kills me, I wake up on the floor. I look around and it’s my judgment. God shows me all the things I’ve done wrong. He shows me how you tried to tell me about him, and all the times I refused to listen to you. He sent me to hell, but I remember I woke up before that.” I say, shuddering at the mere memory of it. “That’s when I woke up on the detention room floor.” She nods and continues writing. She then waves her hand and flips over another sheet of paper.
“Okay, this dream happened when you spent the night. This was my trip to hell. I was standing in a really hot, dry, desert. I remember that I couldn’t close my eyes because my eye lids were gone, also that I was butt naked standing in the middle of nowhere. There were really big open sores all over my skin, so I could barley stand up because it hurt so bad. Then people, like my mom, my dad and you, came up and told me things, like how I was a disappointment to them and stuff. I was crying, but acid was coming out, burning my face. Weird grayish creatures appeared and started climbing up my body, breaking the sores on my skin. That’s when I finally woke up.”
“Wow that one creeps me out.” She says after writing it all down. “How many more are there? I’m running out of paper.”
“Five more.” I say, trying to catch my breath.
“You dreamed that much?” she asks, bewildered.
“Yeah, I didn’t realize I had that many dreams. There’s still the one where I was looking for Mr. Stinky, the one about Alyssa’s funeral, the motel, the phone conversation and the talk you had with your mom.”
“Jeez, slow down. No wonder you’ve been so tired lately. You’ve been more active in your sleep than you have been during the day.” she says. “Okay, let’s get this over with. Next dream.”
“Okay, this one I had decided to go get Mr. Stinky’s help. I ran into his classroom, but there was some lady in there subbing for him. I told her what was going to happen, but she just wanted to send me to the nurses’ office. I leave her classroom in frustration and sprint over to you, but before I could get over there I heard the gun go off. The noise attracts Alyssa’s attention, and she comes over to see what happened. Ryan sees her and kills her. He walks around the corner, sees me, smiles and kills me too.” I say, taking a deep breath when I finish.
“Okay, four to go.” Al says, flipping over another page.
“Ugh.” I moan. “Okay. This one is… Alyssa’s funeral. I’m at the graveyard, I see something going on, I walk over to see what’s happening. People are really sad, so I figure someone died, I walk over and see my mom. I go over to her to see what’s going on, but she won’t look at me. At first I’m just kind of like…fine whatever. I walk over to the front and see Alyssa’s’ picture. My mom leaves, so I get up and follow her, she still won’t talk to me. She leads me over to where my dad and Alex are standing. They too are crying, I put my hand on them, but it just goes right through. I look over and see that it’s my tombstone they're looking at and I figure I’m dead. That’s when I wake up.” I say, lying back down on the floor, wishing we could hurry up and finish.
“Okay, just a couple more.” She says, sounding just as tired as me.
“This one’s the creepy motel room. I start out in the parking lot of a Motel 6. I walk past all the doors, but my stomach says to keep going until I come up to door 27. I knock, but no one answers, I go in and the door closes behind me. I find a light switch and look around. There’re a bunch of newspaper clippings and stuff about you on this peg board. I’m all freaked out and what not and I’m backing up, but trip and fall back into a dark room. There’s a close line stretched across the room, and they're holding about 30 pictures of you. They’re all of you walking home, doing stuff at school. I move to get out of there, but he is behind me. He warns me that I should’ve just minded my own business, and then stabs me in the stomach.” I hesitate for a moment and then add, “He had really bad breath.” I don’t think she made the connection, she just continues to scribble down what I said in the notepad.
“This is the dream before we found the first envelope right?” she asks.
“Yeah.” I reply and examine her blue painted ceiling with glow in the dark stars stuck onto it from when she was younger. I used to love to spend the night at her house so I could sleep under them and get to stare up at them all night long. And okay, maybe I still do. But hey, they’re cool looking.
So after I tell her about my last two nightmares, we go over what each ones purpose was, and we end up crashing out on her floor and just talk.
“Al.” I end up saying after a moment of silence. “I think it's Mr. Stinky.”
“What?” she asks, sitting up a little.
“I think Mr. Stinky is doing all of this.” I say again. “The guy from my nightmares has the same breath, the guy looks a lot like him and his first name sounds a lot like Ryan. Maybe I miss heard it, maybe it was Brian.”
She stays quiet for a moment, lost in thought. She finally says, “I don’t think it’s him. He wouldn’t do something like that to me. He’s not that type of person. That and he’s not bald and doesn’t have a tattoo like you described.” I look over and see her smile for a second. “That and the guy is completely technologically illiterate. I have to help him with anything that relates to a computer. Anything pretty much that was invented after a typewriter. There’s no way he could install cameras. Even if his life depended on it.” She’s right, he just doesn’t seem like the type of person to do something like this.
What would a History teacher have against Allison? What would any teacher have against her? She’s like, the perfect student. Always on time to class, gets straight A’s, never gets into trouble. The complete opposite of me. It’s not him, it can’t be. But then why do I have this nagging feeling in the back of my mind that it is? It’s the same nagging feeling I got when I tried to tell myself that these were just dreams. It told me they weren’t, and now look what’s happened!
“Hey, remember that candy I got in my locker? What if that Ryan guy left it there?” She sits up and gasps. “Remember what the card said? Love can be exhausting, let me take your breath away.” She repeats. “What if he plans on strangling me?”
“No, I think it means something else.” I say. “He doesn’t kill you in my dreams by strangling you. He uses a gun. Maybe it means something else.” I say and rack my brain for any clue as to what it might mean.
“Maybe,” she says, sitting back up. “What other weird stuff has happened besides the letters.”
“Phone calls.” I say, staring at Al, waiting for her to tell me what the “Wrong numbers” really were. When she doesn’t answer I ask. “What were those phone calls you were getting? You know, those ‘wrong numbers’ you were so frustrated over. I know they weren’t, they were him weren’t they?” I ask, staring Al down.
She sighs and nods her head. “He kept saying all this really weird stuff, like ‘I’m watching you’ and ‘I can’t wait until we finally meet’, ‘she’s going to pay’. It was freaking me out.
“You could have told me.” I say, fighting to keep my eyes open.
“I know, but if I told anyone, then I’d be admitting this was real. That it wasn’t just the revenge of my best friends’ junk food obsession.” she says while she bites down on her finger nail. Whoa, this must be killing her. She never bites her nails; that’s my thing. I look down at my own nail less stubs. I’d probably be doing the same, but I don’t have any more fingernails left to bite.
Instead I just sigh and place my hands in the pockets of my jacket. “Yeah, I guess.”
We both look up as we hear a knock on the door. Al’s mom enters and informs me that my mom called and that she wants me home. I look up at the black, digital clock sitting on the floor and gasp. I can’t believe it’s already nine. I get up and am forced to hold onto the chair in the corner for support as my legs give off a highly unpleasant tingling sensation. I really need to learn to stop sitting on my legs. After a few moments of wobbling unsteadily around the room a few times, I hug Al good-bye. A horrible thought crosses my mind. What if this will be the last time we hug? What if this happens soon and I never get to say good-bye?
I try to shake the thoughts out of my head. Al must be thinking the same thing as we end up staying this way for a few extra moments longer than normal.
As I was about to walk out the door Al asks her mom something that catches my ear and causes me to stop.
“Mom, who is Ryan?” she asks.
She looks at her for a moment, as if confused. Then replies with an answer neither of us were expecting and Al nearly chokes on the water she was drinking. “Your father.” |
I can’t believe what my mom made me do! Not only did she find the package of diapers under my bed, she’s actually making me wear them! Of course I tried to fight her on this with pretty much every fiber in my being, but she threatened that if I didn’t put it on in the next five minutes she was going to diaper me herself. I just can’t live with that kind of embarrassment! It’s bad enough I’m a bed wetter, but to actually have to wear old people diapers is just, ugh! These weren’t even the pull on kind! These had side tapes and everything. I felt like I spent ten minutes just staring at it in my hand and another ten trying to figure out how to even put it on. I hadn’t expected these things to be so big! I had pictured cute little baby diapers, not these massive blocks of fluffy material the size of a freaking bath towel. I almost even had to ask my mom for help, until I realized what it was I was going to ask her. No way am I going to ask her for help in putting me in a diaper! I had somehow managed to get it on, but I doubt it will stay on through the night. It’s loose and hanging funny. Oh well, she only said I had to wear it, she didn’t say anything about having to wear it correctly.This is so weird having so much padding against my butt.
It’s a little after midnight and I still can’t sleep. I’ve been tossing and turning for the last hour and a half. What happened? Two hours ago I would have done anything to just crawl under my blankets and sleep until who knows when? Not anymore. I can’t stop thinking and this diaper sure isn’t helping!. I can’t believe Al’s dad is Ryan. And yes, I didn’t hear wrong. It’s Ryan, not Brian. What if I had Mr. Stinky’s name wrong? What if his name is Ryan? If that was the case, that would mean…Mr. Stinky is Allison’s dad! How creepy would THAT be? Hmm…What if he already knows this? Well, okay if he was the one doing this, then he would obviously already know. But we already know he isn’t the one doing this! ARGH! This just takes us back to square one.
So what we need to do is…find out who Allison’s dad is. But where will that get us? We already tried telling the police. So what if we know who the guy is, know where to find him, and know what he looks like. It wouldn’t do us any good. There’s no proof that he’s going to do anything!
I mean, does he even have a motive? Al said something about him saying “She’ll pay for this!” Is he only going to kill her to get back at her mom for leaving? Then what would be the whole thing with killing her because she believes in God? This makes no sense!
I need to sleep; I’ll worry about this tomorrow. No! I can’t What if this happens tomorrow?! But I need to sleep, so I’ll have the energy to do something about it. And besides, what if I dream something important? Maybe an important clue that will solve all of this.Yes! That is what I need to do! Sleep. So I can dream, and figure this whole thing out once and for all.
^-^
Motel 6. The words that greet me as I open my eyes. I look around, facing the 30 brown painted doors. I walk up, not sure what I’m doing, but at the same time, knowing where I need to go. I climb the brown wooden staircase and ascend to the second level. The butterflies in my stomach growing as I walk closer. Closer to door number twenty seven. I stand in front, facing the door, swallow hard, and knock. Nothing. I knock again. I know I heard movement inside. I hear foot steps coming closer. Or is that my heart?
I hear a lock unlatch and the door opens a crack while a woman with straight blond hair with way too much make-up on sticks her head out. I breathe a sigh of relief.
“What do you want?” she asks.
“Oh, I- I’m sorry to disturb y-you.” I stutter, the butterflies picking up even harder. Is this the right room? I glance back at the door. Door number twnety seven. Where’s Ryan? If he’s not here, why am I here? “Is there a…Ryan here?” I ask uncertainly. She gives me a strange look, shakes her head and slams the door. I walk back over to the stairs, the butterflies gradually fluttering away the farther I walk away from the door. Something obviously wants me here; it’s not ready for me to leave.
I draw a quick breath, glance down at the stairs and walk back. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, but I know I can’t leave. Not yet. I lean against the railing and wait. Not a clue in the world what I’m waiting for though. Twenty minutes pass, and I’m still here. I begin to feel antsy and pace. The fluttering in my stomach going in and out as I walk to and from the door. I hear a faint clicking sound and spin around. The same blond hair lady steps out, spies me and gives me a perplexed stare. I stare back. She sighs and waves me over with her hand, shaking her head, but more as if at herself than at me. The fluttering returns the closer I walk towards the door.
“You…You don’t happen to be…Katie?” she asks doubtfully.
“Yeah…”I squeak, the excitement growing stronger than ever.
“Wait here a second.” She says as she walks back into the room and reappears a few moments later, a white envelope clutched in her hand. “The rooms last occupant left this taped to the door.” She says flashing me the envelope with the familiar red handwriting sprawled across it spelling out my name.
I reach out with a shaky hand for the envelope. I hold it in my trembling hands for a few moments before ripping it open, revealing another letter written in the same red, runny ink.
Thirty hours!
Let’s see what your God can do!
I swallow the lump that’s formed in my throat. I clench my fists and then jam the letter back in the envelope and realize there’s something else in it. A small key. I stare at it for a moment and then stuff it in my pocket.
“Katie.” I hear a voice call softly to me. I look up, expecting it to be the blond women, but she was no longer there. “Katie.” I whip around, but no one is there.
“Go to the bathroom before bed!” I hear as a falling sensation forces me to hold on to something…fluffy. I jerk my eyes open.
“Katie. Time to get up.” My mom says as she pokes her head in from the hallway. Thirty Hours. That would be…tomorrow afternoon! "How'd the diapers work out?" She asked pulling my blanket back and groaning with disgust. I open my eyes and realize the right side of my pajama leg is wet and stuck to myself. "Take off your pants." She orders me as I blush and do as she says revealing that the right side of my diaper had completely come undone. "You didn't even put it on right!"
As soon as she leaves I force myself out of bed, not even caring that I wet myself for what felt like the 20th time. I do my usual morning routines and my not so usual ones. I throw my un-finished homework in my backpack and take off towards school, ignoring my mothers’ insistence to eat something.
I have to get to school, I have to warn Allison. Is it thirty hours starting now, or last night? Well, if it was now, then it would be tomorrow night and the dream takes place during the day. So it would be starting last night, which really would place it tomorrow afternoon.
Well isn’t this just great? This could be my last day to live, and I’m stuck using it to go to school. School is to prepare for your future, but what if I don’t have a future? I wonder if Al would be interested in ditching today. Why can’t we just ditch tomorrow as well? Let's just not even be there when he’s here. But wouldn’t he just come back some other day? Or to her house perhaps. Plus there was that key. What was that for? Looked like something the school would use. I know it wasn’t a house key, it was really big and yellow; I don’t know many house keys that look like that. But what’s the point in dreaming about a key? Am I supposed to go to the motel and get it? I’d have to ditch school. Hmm… go to school, or scary motel?
Scary motel!
I know, I’ll go get Al, tell her about the dream and sneak off campus with her…whether she wants to or not.
“Hey.” I say when I reach school and join Al by her locker as usual. “What’s wrong?” I quickly notice she isn’t herself, but who would be at a time like this? She shakes her head and slams her locker shut, leaning her head against it, with her hands forming fists besides her. “Nothing.” She mumbles into the row of lockers. I know she’s lying. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her like this. Her eyes are blood shot; she looks half-dead and extremely tired.
She turns her head and stares at me. “Is there any new news? Please tell me it’s good.”
“Huh?” I ask, still taking her in.
“Dreams. Did you have another dream? A clue of some sort?” she asks hopefully. “Something that’s going to have this all figured out?”
“Well…” I say, hesitating a moment. Do I really want to tell her? She doesn’t look up to it, and I’m afraid if I tell her, she’ll have a nervous breakdown or…something. No I’ll tell her later.
“Well.” I say again. “I got a key.”
“A…key?” Al asks, raising her eyebrows at me suspiciously. “That’s it? No address as to where my dad might be? Nothing that could keep him from…You know.” I nod. She moans and slams her locker with her fists, making a loud enough noise to break apart the nearest couple for a quick glance to see what’s happening before they resume their…business. “Well…what was it for, do you have it? Do you know how it can help? Or what it unlocks?” I shake my head before she manages to shoot out any more questions.
“I don’t know.” I say quietly, nearly a whisper. “I had a dream I went back to the Motel 6 to speak with him …I guess. He wasn’t there. There was a new person occupying the room, a lady. She gave me an envelope, with my name on it, and inside there was a key. It looked like something from a business. It was big and yellow with a ton of different looking edges.”
“So what? Does this…key hold the answers we’re looking for?” she snaps in reply. “How is this going to help? We don’t know where to find it, or let alone what it unlocks!” I watch as she falls to the ground and lets her head fall into her knees.
I wish I had something to say to her, something that would help. I wish I could tell her that this would all work out, and that everything’s going to be okay. But I don’t even know that myself. I still need someone to tell me the same. I don’t know if I should stay where I am, or give her a hug. She might push me away though. Telling her about what the letter said sure won’t help; it might even make things worse. I wasn’t expecting him to actually follow through with his threats, let alone so…soon.
“Al…” I whisper softly. She shakes her head in her knees, wipes her eyes with her sleeve and stands up.
“I’m sorry. I’m fine.” She says in a daze. “I’m just…stressed.” I nod sympathetically.
“It’s okay. Anyone in your position would be”
“Ugh. I’m in no shape to handle the lesson today. I’ve got to go find Marissa and ask if she’ll take over.”
“Huh?”
“For the Bible club. Want to come?”
“Sure.” I shrug and follow her around the campus a few times until she leads me over to a tall, skinny, blond haired girl dressed head to toe in pink, including pink glasses. I glance over at the crowd of people surrounding her, dressed about the same. Whoa, how does Al know these people? They don’t really look like her type of crowd. Al’s not one to dress all in black or anything, but she’s certainly not one to dress all in pink either.
“Hey!” She smiles as Al flags her down, and then frowns slightly at the sight of me in my anti-pink clothes. “What’s up?” she asks, directing her attention back to Al.
“Hey. I need a favor from you, would you mind taking over today’s lesson? I’m not feeling very well…not exactly up to it today.”
She drops her plastered smile again. “You’re not sick or anything, are you?” she asks.
“No. I’m fine. There’s just a lot going on, I don’t think I could handle it right now.”
“Okay.” She says. “As long as you’re not sick. You can’t be gone tomorrow, it’s a big day.”
“Huh? What’s tomorrow?” She asks puzzled.
I watch as she stares at Allison in disbelief. “You’re kidding right?” she asks slowly.
“Umm…No. What’s going on tomorrow?”
“Allison! What is wrong with you?” she yelled in what I thought to be an extremely preppy voice. “Tomorrow’s the pep rally!” Okay, she’s confused me already. Allison and pep rallies…not a good mix.
“Look. I’m really not feeling well. Are you going to tell me what’s happening tomorrow or not?” Al snaps again. Apparently this Marissa person has never seen Als’…other side before.
She steps back a moment and eyes her before saying, “The pep rally…you know…that thing you’ve been planning for the last two months. The Believers Project…That thing YOU organized.”
^ - ^
We’re all standing in Amanda’s office trying to help out. Well okay. I’m trying to help out. Marissa is freaking out and pacing the floor muttering, “Oh my God…Oh my God…” occasionally. At least I’m trying to do something. Even if all I had to do was put a wet wash cloth on Als forehead. Amanda is out getting ice in the teachers lounge. Wasn’t the greatest of time to run out of ice.Well okay, here’s what happened. After Marissa said something about that Believers Project or whatever that is….Al went all pale, then green…then fainted. So after I was able to get Marissa to stop screaming, the two of us were able to carry her over here.
Amanda didn’t really believe Marissa’s overly dramatic tale of what happened, so she’s probably going to shoo her out and ask me when she gets back.
I’m curious to know what this project is; does it have anything to do with what’s going to happen? It must have…it caused Al to faint. I guess she must know it’s tomorrow. I suppose I have to come clean about the letter then. The two of us hear a faint moaning sound and rush back over to the bed as Al starts to come back to earth. She slowly opens her eyes, squints, and then blinks a few times.
“Where am I?” she asks groggily.
“The nurse’s office.” Marissa answers.
“Umm…Why? What happened? I was talking to you then… I’m here.” Al says, lifting the wash cloth of her head and eyes curiously before setting it back down.
“Yeah….” I say. “That’s because you fainted.”
She blinks a few more times before answering. “Oh…Well…I guess that explains my massive headache.”
“Yeah…Sorry about that. You surprised us; we didn’t have enough time to catch you before you hit the ground.” I say, grimacing my apology, then lean in closer and whisper into Als ear, “Are you going to tell me what this Believers Project is or am I going to have to force it out of you?” I must have sparked her memory as to why she fainted in the first place as I watched her face start to change colors again.
Marissa sees this and yells at the top of her lungs, “Nurse!” much to everyone’s displeasure.
Amanda comes into sight (finally!) hurrying over with a bag of ice. “What? What’s wrong?” she asks looking at her then to Al. “Oh good. You're back.” She says, gently placing the bag on Al’s head.
“I think you should go to class now. Thanks for your help.” Amanda says to Marissa, motioning to the door with her arm.
“Fine.” She says, grabbing me by the arm after she moves toward the door and I didn’t follow. “She meant both of us.” She says half dragging me out.
“No. She stays.” Said Amanda.
“What? Why does she get to stay? I’m not leaving if she’s not!”
“Go!” Marissa sends me an evil glare before storming out. I walk back over, brushing my arm off for any pink contamination.
“What happened?” Amanda asks me as soon as I shut the door.
“I don’t know. Marissa said something about some…Believers Project and Al freaked out. She started changing colors then just…fell.” I say, glancing over at Al, who still looked pale. “Are you going to tell me what that is?” She sighs and begins biting on her thumb before taking a deep breath.
“It was a thing I planned for the Bible club during the pep rally. One at a time, they’re supposed to stand up and say their name and “I believe in God.” In front of everyone, if they wanted to. Then anyone could join in.”
“Oh. What’s so bad about that?” Amanda asked.
“Katie, don’t you remember the phone call? I’m supposed to stand up in front of everyone and say I don’t believe in God or else he will kill me! This is it! It’s tomorrow afternoon during the pep rally! I’m the president! I’m supposed to be the first one to start!” Now I understand why Al fainted.
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It’s already after third period and I still can’t figure it out! What did my dream mean? I know what the thirty hours meant…obviously. But the key? What was the key for? What does it go to? What does it have to do with any of this? And why am I stuck in Algebra when my best friend could be a murder victim tomorrow!
Finally! The bell rings and I’m up faster than anyone and out the door, not even bothering writing down the homework assignment. I’m on my way towards the five mile lunch line, but am suddenly thrown against a wall and held there by…Jaclyn.
”What are you doing? Are you crazy, get off me!” I yell, but am re-slammed against the wall even harder than before.
“What…did…you…do?!” she hisses at me.
“What are you talking about?” I yell, trying to get her hands away from my throat.
“Allison. What did you do to her?!” she yells at me.
“I didn’t do anything!”
“She left in the middle of World History crying!”
“Why do you think I had something to do with that?” I yell, offended at how she could think I was responsible for that. I mean yeah, we fight sometimes, but I haven’t done anything stupid besides that time at Bio camp. “Let me go!”
“I know something’s wrong! I’m not as oblivious as you two think I am!” she says, still full of rage. “There’s something you’re not telling me! What the hell is going on!?”
“Nothing.” I mumble looking past her towards the buildings.
“Look me in the eye and tell me there’s nothing wrong!”
“Look, I don’t want to get any more people involved.” Wrong answer. She slams me even harder against the wall.
“Does this have anything to do with those dreams you were having?” I don’t answer; I just stare at the ground. “Does it?” she yells again.
“Yes.” I mumble.
Y" "You’re going to tell me everything I don’t know. NOW!”
“No, it’s none of your business.” Big mistake. I feel a hand come up and slap me in the face.
“You idiot! How could you think that?! In case you haven’t noticed, she’s my friend too! You’re not the only one who cares about her!”Whoa, how very…Un-Jaclynish. She just admitted she had feelings. I’d bring it up, but she’d probably slap me again.
“Because I care about you! He’s watching us! I can’t drag you into this as well! I can’t put your life on the line because you want to know what’s going on!”
“Who is he?!” she screamed “Is Allison in danger?! Are you in danger?! Who’s watching us?!”
“I can’t tell you!” I yelled, noticing we were beginning to draw the attention of people near by. “Not here.” I whispered. She grabbed me by the neck of my shirt collar, threw me into an empty classroom and slammed the door behind us.
“What…is…going…on!?” she yelled again. “Who is watching us? Why are we in danger? And why is there a rumor going around that Al fainted this morning?”
“Because she did faint. I was with her when it happened.” I said, slipping down into a chair as I feel my energy fly away again.
“Why? What happened?”
“One question at a time. What do you want to know?” I ask, hating myself for putting Jaclyn in danger with us.
“Everything, start from the beginning.”
^ - ^
Two hours, a missed lunch, class, and after being relocated to the bathroom, I finally got the whole story out.
“So let me get this straight…Allison’s dad is going to kill her if she doesn’t get onstage tomorrow and denounce God in front of a crowd of people. He’s also going to kill anyone who tries to get involved, and he’s been watching the two of you with video cameras hooked up in your rooms. Also he's been sending you death threats at your window and THIS…is what you’ve been dreaming about?”
“Yep. That pretty much covers it.” I say.
“And what exactly is the plan?”
“Well…we don’t exactly have one…yet. All we know is that His name is Ryan, he’s an electrician, and has really bad breath.”
“Oh great…like that’s going to help.” She says sarcastically. “Wake up! This is no time to sleep!”
“Sorry.” I say, forcing my eyes open. “We need to find a…key.”
“A key? What is that going to do?”
“I don’t know…unlock something.”
“Duh. But what? A door, a car, a house?”
“I don’t know.” I mumble, biting down on my bottom lip.
“Argh! What DO you know?”
“Nothing! That’s the problem! All I know is when, but it won’t do us any good if no one believes us! I’ve already called the police and they said they’d put extra security around here, but that’s it.”
“How do we know someone’s actually after her, besides your subconscious nighttime strolls. You’ve gotten a few letters, a couple phone calls. Any solid evidence here?”
“Trust me. Too many things have already happened to prove otherwise. How do you explain certain things I’ve dreamt about coming true? Like I dreamt Allison’s mom was going to tell her about her dad, and then it happened.”
“Fine. I’ll admit that was…creepy, but still.” She said, sliding down to the wet tiled floor underneath the row of sinks. “We need a plan. Maybe we could think of something after school.”
“Ugh. I Can’t. I have a doctor’s appointment after school.” I say, eyeing the dirty wet ground before hesitantly joining Jaclyn on it.
“A doctors appointment?! We might be dead in less then 24 hours! Can’t you get out of it?”
“No” I moan. “My mom doesn’t believe any of this. The only adult we have on our side is Amanda. And we’re lucky we have her.”
We both sit up as we hear foot steps coming closer and yanking open the bathroom door open. Uh-oh.
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“Back so soon are we Katie?” asks the school director, a balding middle aged man with a large gap between his two front teeth and a nose that looks as if it was broken a few times. “What are we in for this time?” he asks, looking down at the note on his desk. I sigh silently and sink down in the plastic chair in front of his desk, the chair I have become quite accustomed too.
Jaclyn on the other hand was fidgeting nervously in the chair besides me, obviously new to this position. I quickly glance over at her and she nervously glances back, twiddling her thumbs under the desk.
Really, it’s not that big a deal; get a lecture for a couple minutes, maybe a detention. We’ll live… through this anyway.
“Ditching class.” The director reads aloud. “I do not tolerate this kind of behavior. We have a no tolerance policy.” He says, getting up from his desk and walking toward the window. “Now, Katie, I believe you know what’s going to happen.” I nod, attempting to stay awake. “I’m not sure if your friend is up to date or not, but we have a policy here.” He said, stiffening up. “You are lucky right now; I’m going to let you off with just a detention, but next time, next time the punishment will be much more severe.”
“Okay. We’re sorry.” I say a bit too quickly.
“No. I wasn’t talking to you.” He snaps at me. “Jaclyn, is it?” She nods quickly. “Well then, Jaclyn, as I stated before, we have no tolerance policy for skipping class. I expect you to report in at 3:05 for detention. Now go to class, I need to have a word here with Miss. Devo." She nods, picks up her backpack, and flashes me a worried look before bolting for the door.
“Now, Katie.” He says after rummaging through a drawer full of folders, grabbing one, and setting it on his desk. “You know now what I have to do?”
What is he talking about? Why didn’t he just give me another detention and shoo me away so he could play Minesweeper? “Don’t you remember?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.
“No.” I admit, annoyed at having to be in here in the first place.
“Three strikes, Katie. I believe we discussed this last time we met, did we not?” he asks, taking a seat in the leather chair facing me and folding his hands across the desk. Hmm…when was I in here last? About a month ago I think, wow, it’s already been a month? Well, I have been behaving better. But what did we talk about? How am I supposed to know, I don’t even know what I got in trouble for. Strikes…what did he say about strikes? Oh, I remember now, was he talking about me? I thought he was bragging about the baseball team. He said something about three strikes and I’m out. Sounds like baseball to me. I hope he doesn’t give me a detention, my mom’s going to kill me if I miss my doctor’s appointment because I got detention. Maybe if I just play nice, listen through his lecture and keep my mouth shut, he’ll let me off the hook. So what if I skipped, I had a good enough reason.
“I’m really sorry, I’ve just been really stressed lately, please, can you skip the detention, I have a doctor’s appointment after school, and my mom would kill me if I missed it.” I beg, putting on my best pathetic looking face.
“No.” he said after a moment.
“Well, then can I just serve it Monday or something?”
“No.” he repeats. “I think you're missing the picture.”
“What picture? It’s just a detention. It’ll have the same effect, no matter what day I have it.”
“Katie.” He said, sighing. “You’re not getting a detention.”
“Oh, okay.” I said, relief flowing from my voice.
“You’re getting expelled.”
“WHAT?!” I said, nearly jumping up from my chair. “You’re expelling me because I skipped class?!” He stares at me for a few seconds, as if confused, and then shakes his head.
“You think this is because you skipped class?”
“Well, yeah, I haven’t really done anything for a while, especially nothing that would come close to getting me expelled.”
“Well then.” He says in disbelief, bending down into a drawer and pulling out a brown paper bag and setting it on his desk. “I suppose you have no idea where any of this came from?” He says, placing a few items out from the bag onto the desk. My jaw dropping instantly as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes, half a bottle of Jack Daniels, a magazine, a tiny Ziplock bag with white powder inside(which reminds me of powdered sugar, I have a feeling that’s not it) a straw, and my brass knuckles.
“These” he said motioning with his hand at the items that he placed onto his desk, “Were found in your locker this afternoon during a random drug search. Are you going to tell me these aren’t yours?” he asked, somewhat annoyed. But they aren’t! I don’t even know what half of this stuff is.
Okay, I’ll admit the knuckles were mine, but I’m not going to tell him that. Nothing else is.
“I have already called your mother; she is on her way to remove you from campus. Now I suggest you go clean out your locker and say good-bye to your friends. I have a feeling this is going to be the last time you see them for a very long time.” I don’t believe it! What’s going on?! I was in so much shock I didn’t even notice the school security guards standing behind me. I didn’t care that they practically had to pick me up and drag me away.
“Wait!” I called out. “What’s so bad about a magazine? My mom gets me those so I’ll be more girly or whatever.” I say, thinking it was one of those Seventeen magazines.
“Oh really.” He said doubtfully. “I do not believe your mother would buy you this” he said, lifting the cover towards me so I could catch a glimpse of some naked guy. Oh great…Porn. Didn’t need to see that. I wince as the security guards drag me out, ignoring my desperate pleas that that stuff wasn’t mine. Well…most of it anyway. They told me to sit in a chair while they talked to the principal alone. A minute had past and then two. I notice the secretary a couple feet away from me on the computer.
“So…Mr. Stinkly works part time doesn’t he?” I ask.
“Yes.” She says without looking up.
“Do you know if he has a second job?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know what it is?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?” I ask, starting to get annoyed.
“I’m not at liberty to say, I can’t give out personal information.”
“What am I possibly going to do with it? I was just curious.”
She sighs. “If you must know, he’s an electrician.” |
They led me out of the office and informed me that I have ten minutes to clean out my locker, and get back to the office or I’ll be in more trouble than I’m already in.
“They can’t be serious!” I tell myself, trying to keep this overwhelming feeling of anxiety down that began to form in my stomach. Every second, a hollow pit growing larger as the reality of recent events began to sink in. I walk slowly over to my locker, taking my sweet time. “What are they possibly going to do to me?” I ask myself. “Expel me? No wait! They already did that.”
After walking to the entirely opposite end of school, I was tired. So tired that I didn’t notice the piece of paper sticking out of my locker at first. I just spun the lock around and opened it up. “Hmm…maybe I should ask for a dumpster?” I whisper to myself, staring at all the accumulated papers and trash. “Or possibly some latex gloves.”
“Here.” Says a man behind me that I assume to be the school janitor. “Looks like you could use this.” He wheels me over one of those trash cans on wheels.
“Thanks.” I mumble to him without looking up.
“Oh, and you have a piece of paper sticking out of your door.” He calls out as he leaves. Why does that voice sound familiar? I look up to see who it was, but he had already turned the corner. Oh well, probably no one. I ignore it and begin dumping everything into a trashcan. Old quizzes, homework, flyers, a two month old ham and cheese sandwich.
“I wish I had some gloves.” I moan as I continue dumping the contents of my (what used to be my) locker into the trash. (So that’s where I put my gym shorts!) I finally breathe a sigh of relief and exhaustion as I finally finish and step back to admire my work. That’s when I finally notice it. An envelope sticking out of the door. I yank it out, and sure enough, it was written in the same red ink, addressed to me. I open it up with trembling hands and read it, anger boiling over inside of me at its contents.
I Told You Not to Mess With Me!
See What Happens When You Don’t Mind Your Own Business!
Just Try to Save Your Friend Now!
He did it! I can’t believe it! He framed me! I form a fist and slam it against the locker door, and repeat the process until my hand couldn’t take anymore. How can I save Al if I’m not even allowed to come to school? He had it all planned out! This really sucks! Not only do I not get to see my friends anymore, one of them might not even live more than twenty-four hours, and the other one is too oblivious to notice I was ever gone. Not a good way to start off a new year. Hell, I might not even live when my mother gets through with me.
I sink to the ground and let my head fall to my knees. Why is this happening? I lift my head up and scream. “God! Why are you doing this?! Why are you trying to take my best friend away from me?! This doesn’t make any sense! Every time I get closer to solving it, he gets one step ahead of me! I’m doing my best! Really, I am! Stop making this more difficult!”
A couple heads pop out of the surrounding classrooms to see who was yelling, but I don’t care. It’s not like I could get in any more trouble. No matter what I do, my mom’s going to kill me. There’s no getting out of it. I might actually die before Allison, and then there would be no way to help her. Unless…
Unless I leave. Go to someone’s house, then maybe sneak back into school somehow tomorrow. I need to get away, if I’m not in school tomorrow, Al doesn’t stand a chance. I made up my mind, stuffed the letter in my pocket and pulled out my cell phone. I dialed Al’s number and hoped she would pick up. She doesn’t.
“Damn it!” I mumble as I send her a text message. “Meet me at your house. Now!” I write, then send it and don’t bother checking to see if she replied or not. I run as fast as I can, not stopping until I’m at least three blocks away. If it wasn’t for all the adrenaline pumping through me, I think I might have keeled over by the time I made it to the end of campus grounds. I pull out my cell phone again to check to see if Al had text me back yet.
“Why?” she asked.
“Just do it!” I write.
“I’ll see you after school.” She wrote back a little while later.
“Emergency! Now!”
“Fine. I’ll see you in ten.” That’s more like it.
^ - ^
“What? What’s going on?!” she says after she finds me laying down on the front porch swing about to have a panic attack.
“Al.” I whisper. “I got expelled.”
“What!? What did you do?!” she asks, immediately getting on my case.
“Nothing!” I shout defensively. “I got framed! He put drugs and porn in my locker, then ratted me out! And I have a pretty good idea who!”
“What?! Don’t you dare accuse Mr. Stinkly of this!”
“Al, just because he is a teacher doesn’t mean he’s perfect! Everything is pointing to him!”
“So what if he has bad breath! Lot’s of people have bad breath! You can’t just go around and accuse him of being some cracked up homicidal maniac!”
“His breath isn’t the only thing that matches! He was at Bio trip! He was the one who sent the sheets, and guess what! I asked the secretary at school what his second job is. He’s an electrician!”
“No! H-he wouldn’t do something like that to me!” she stuttered. “It can’t be true!”
“Face it Al! Mr. Stinky’s our guy.” I said, trying to lower my voice. “Now are you going to help me help you or what? I need to hide here until tomorrow. My moms probably going to call, when she does, you haven’t seen me all day.” I said, laying back down on the swing. “Which reminds me.” I dug in my jacket pocket and pulled out my cell phone and turned it off. “I may need a disguise.”
^ - ^
“Umm…are you sure about this.” Al asked doubtfully, staring at the picture of a blond on a box, then back at me. “You could always just wear a hat.”
“No, my red hair stands out too much, besides; I’ve always wanted to dye it.” Maybe not blond per say, but something. Blond is going to have to do though; it’s the only color Al’s mom has under her bathroom sink. “It’ll come out eventually.”
“Yeah.” She said sarcastically. “In six to eight weeks.”
“Oh well. I’ll survive.” I say, taking the box away from Al and reading the directions out loud. “Well…here goes nothing.” I say as I begin to apply the mixture.
^ - ^
WHAT HAVE I DONE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
“It doesn’t look that bad.” Al says, trying to calm me down.
“Are you blind?” I say examining myself in the mirror and biting down on my bottom lip. There was a reason God didn’t make me blond; now I know why.
“I’m sure it’ll just take a little while to get used to. Besides, it accomplishes what you wanted it to do. No one will recognize you.”
“I guess.” I mumble, missing my red hair already. She’s right though. I mean, I barley even recognize myself.
“Well, help me clean this up before my mom gets home, she can’t know you’re here. We still need to hide you.”
“Hide me where?” I ask, trying to mop up the mess on the counter with a towel.
“Up there.” She said, pointing up to the attic.
“You’re going to put me in the attic?” I ask, eyeing the ceiling. “What if I fall through or something!”
“It’s a room; it’s just full of junk. You’ll be fine. Besides, it’s this, or your mom.”
“I’ll take the attic.”
“Well c’mon, my mom’s going to be here in like…ten minutes. We have to go get it ready.” She said while searching around the living room for something. “Here you’ll need this.” She handed me a giant, bulky, fan.
“What’s this for?”
“It’s like 100 plus degrees up there, trust me, you’ll need it.” Al says as she pulls out a chair from the kitchen, climbs on top of it and tries to pull the cord down while revealing a small ladder leading up into the darkness. I eye it hesitantly before climbing up, and with a small amount of difficulty, manage to get the fan up as well. “I have to go, my mom’s going to be home any minute, and she can’t know you’re here. Just stay up there for a little bit, and I’ll be back later.” She said and closed the door, locking me into complete darkness. I jerk up as I hear tiny squeaking noise. I begin to picture thousands of rats running along the floor.
Light! I need light! My cell phone has light! Should I risk it? What if my mom calls? If she calls, then I won’t answer, I’ve got caller I.D. Simple as that.
I turn it on and wince as it immediately vibrates, letting me know I have new voicemail. Uh-oh. Three new voice mails actually.
I hesitate for a minute (maybe actually a couple minutes) before calling my voice mail. I grimace and hold the phone away from my ear, expecting to hear my mother screaming out death threats to me through the phone. But I don’t, I don’t hear anything. I suck in a breath and slowly bring the phone to my ear and breathe a sigh of relief as Jaclyn’s voice comes on the other end.
“Katie! What in the world is going on! Everyone’s looking for you! People are saying you got expelled! They even pulled me out of class to ask if I knew where you were! What did you do!? Never mind, not important, where in the world are you! Call me back!”
Wow, I didn’t think they’d notice I was gone so fast, let alone send a search party to look for me. I delete the message and instantly pull the phone away expecting my mom to be the next message to play. But once again, to my surprise, it wasn’t. It was Amanda, asking the same questions as Jaclyn, except she also wanted to know if I was okay, and wanted me to call her as soon as I got this message. I was so lost in thought I wasn’t paying attention and forgot to pull the phone away from my ear. The third and final message- my mother.
I cannot tell you what she said for fear of young children someday reading this; it is not for the faint of heart. R rated, for extreme language, death threats, and severe yelling. My ear drums, and her voice, will never be the same again. And I didn’t even get through the whole thing, half way through I deleted it for fear of Allison’s mom being able to hear the noise. After that message, I don’t think I can go back home. I’m not even sure if I’m welcome home.
This is just wonderful.
I don’t know what I should do. Should I call them back and let them know I’m okay? (Jaclyn and Amanda I mean, there’s no way on earth I’m calling my mom) I should at least call Amanda and tell her about the note. She’ll believe me… I hope.
I begin to hear voices coming from downstairs. I guess Allison’s mom is home. I wonder what they’re saying. I strain to hear for a couple moments, but I can’t make anything out. Maybe if I just…No! I can’t. What if I get caught? “Maybe just a tiny bit, they won’t notice.” I tell myself as I get down on my hands and knees and lift the door open a crack. Air! Sweet wonderful air! Al wasn’t kidding about it being hot up here; it feels like it's ninety degrees at least. I’ve only been up for a couple minutes, but I’ve already begun to sweat. At least I can hear them now. Oh great, what do you know? There’re talking about me.
“Are you sure you don’t know where she is?” Als mom asks. “Her mom called me a couple minutes ago, asking if she was over here. I said I’d call her back when I got home.”
“I haven’t seen her since this morning when I – never mind.” Al said.
“What? Since when?”
“Oh, it’s nothing. I uh- got sick at school this morning, but I’m better now.”
“You’re not coming down with anything, are you? You’ve been acting very strange these last few days, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ll be fine; I’ve just been a little stressed out lately.” Al said.
“Oh? Trouble at school?”
“You could say that.” She mumbles. “So…why is everyone looking for Katie?” she asked, trying to change the subject.
“You didn’t hear?”
“Hear what? What happened?” she asked, trying to play innocent. She needs some work on that.
“Katie got expelled.” Her mom said, sounding disappointed. “Now let me ask you something, did you know Katie did drugs, because if you did, and didn’t tell anyone, you are in so much-“she began, sounding threatening.
“Mom, settle down. Katie doesn’t do drugs.”
“So she didn’t tell you.” Al’s mom said, cutting her off, sounding tired. “It’s a shame how people can get caught up with that, Katie of all people! She was always up to no good, but I didn’t think she’d take it that far. She didn’t try to get you into it did she?”
“MOM!” Al said raising her voice in annoyance. “I told you, Katie doesn’t do drugs!”
“Allison.” Her mom said, dropping her voice. “They found drugs in her locker, and apparently a bunch of other stuff as well.” She says, and then goes quiet for a minute. “Now. I don’t want you hanging out with her anymore, and don’t even start. I don’t want you hanging out with people like that. And by the sound of the phone call I had with her mom, I don’t think she’s going to see the light of day for a long, long time.”
Great. I’m not coming down. Ever.
“Mom! How could you think she would do something like that!? You know her! That stuff wasn’t hers!” she yells in my defense.
“You do not use that kind of voice with me! Do you understand?! I don’t know what has gotten into you these last few days, but I’m sick of it!” Her mom yells back “What’s next? Are you going to go out and get in trouble every other day now? Going to call and tell me you’ll be late getting home because you’re in detention?! Huh? She’s a bad influence on you anyway, weren’t you the one always complaining about how she made fun of you for your beliefs?”
Silence. Pure, awkward silence. Oh yeah, and anger. Lot’s of that, from me anyway. My right hand is curled in a fist and the other clamped over my mouth to keep me from yelling out in response.
“She doesn’t do that anymore.” Al mumbles, but it doesn’t sound as if it’s from being defeated. Guess I’m not the only one who’s pissed. “So what if she gets in trouble more then I do; that doesn’t make her a bad friend! Half the fights she gets into is because she was defending me in the first place! She doesn’t do drugs, she doesn’t drink and she doesn’t smoke! That’s my best friend you’re talking about; you can’t tell me I can’t hang out with her anymore because of something she didn’t do in the first place!” Al half yells, half cries.
“I am your mother, I can tell you to do whatever I want. You’re not going to see her, you’re not going to talk to her and that’s final! And I don’t care what you’re going through, you will not speak to me that way again. Do you understand?!”
“Katie is not the type of person you think she is! She’s risking her life to help me save mine! If that’s not a friend than I don’t know what is.” Al says through tears. “Oh, and by the way, she got saved last week!” she yells before storming off to her room.
I silently close the door and roll over onto my back, staring up at the darkness. I can’t believe she would stick up for me like that. I really hope tomorrow works out and whoever responsible is caught. Then Al would be…alive, and acting like her normal hyper self. I would get my name cleared, my mom would realize that stuff wasn’t mine and it would be safe for me to come back home. Oh and yeah…I’d get un-expelled, if that’s possible. Hmm…if this doesn’t work out, does this mean I won’t graduate from high school? I’ll worry about my high school diploma later, I need to make sure Al’s okay. But how? I roll back over and open the door up a little.
“Allison. Come out.” Her mom says, still sounding angry.
“No!”
“Will you at least unlock the door?”
“No! Go away!”
“Fine! Stay in there for all I care!” her mom yells. I hear a door slam across the hall. Hmm…she went into her room. Does this mean it’s safe to come down? I wait a few moments and hear nothing. Okay, I’m coming down, I really need to talk to Al…and use the bathroom.
Note to self: Go to bathroom before willingly hiding in an attic for unknown periods of time.
I quietly lift the lid up, throw my legs over and hop down, the lid coming down with a crash. Uh-oh. I hold my breath and pray no one heard that. A couple moments go by, but no one comes out to investigate. Once I start breathing again, I tip-toe over to Al’s room and try the door. Locked.
I knock softly, but to no reply. I wish I had a hair pin, wait, does that even work? Oh well. I examine the lock for a second, and find that it looks pretty old. I reach into my pocket and pull out my school I.D. Ugh, what a horrible picture, I shudder to myself as I slip it through the crack and jiggle it up and down a few times while trying the door knob. I wonder why she doesn’t hear this. Click.
Wow, I can’t believe that actually worked. I quickly slip inside and close and lock the door behind me. I look over to her bed and find her lying facedown on it with her mp3 player on full blast.
“Al?” Nothing. “Al.” I say louder. Nothing. Hmm…what should I do? If I touch her, she’ll jump five feet in the air and scream bloody murder. In any other situation, I wouldn’t hesitate and would probably fall to the floor laughing. We always do that to each other. But I can’t afford to get caught, and plus, I’m not that mean. Maybe if I just throw something at her… I look around and notice a pillow on the floor. I pick it up and lightly chuck it at her.
“Go away.” She moans into her bed.
“Al, it’s me.” I say, still trying to keep my voice down. Damn it, she can’t hear me. I walk over and tap her on the shoulder, she moans and rolls over, facing me. She then jumps up and yanks the headphones out of her ears.
“What are you doing here.” She hisses at me.
“Making sure you’re alright.” I whisper back.
“What do you mean? I’m fine.” She says, denying the whole thing. She is never going to be an actress for a living.
“I overheard what happened.” I say softly.
“I’m sorry you had to hear that, but you can’t stay in here, if she catches you, we’re both dead.”
“In a minute.” I say as I join her on the bed. “Thanks for sticking up for me.” She doesn’t say anything for a minute; we just sit there in silence for a while.
“My mom’s just being… I don’t know, just forget what you heard. Besides…why were you listening?”
“You left me in an attic to die, I was bored, I heard someone say my name…and it was really hot. I needed air, so I just kind of…popped the top a little.”
“Well, now you know what happens when you eavesdrop on people.”
“Ugh. Will this day ever end?” I moan, falling down on the bed.
“Eh. I don’t mind, it can stay as long as it wants to. I don’t want it to be tomorrow.”
“Remind me again why you can’t just skip school. Because if you’re afraid he’ll think you’re a chicken or something, I got to tell you, it’s not so bad, I should know. I’ve been hiding in your attic for the last hour and a half instead of at home facing my mom.”
“Because, he won’t leave just because I don’t show up. He will come after me.”
“How do you know that?”
She sighs deeply, and then gets up and goes through a drawer and pulls out a couple envelopes. “You’re not the only one who gets these.” She says waving them in the air.
“Why did you never show me these before?” I ask, leafing through them.
“Because yours at least gave us some clues, mine were just saying things like ‘You can’t run from me!’ ‘I can’t wait until we meet!’ ‘Tired yet?’ Just really weird things.”
“Why does he keep asking that?” I ask, while reading the notes.
“Asking what?”
“He keeps asking you if you’re tired. He’s sent you a text message, a phone call, and a letter asking the same thing.”
“Oh. I never noticed that before. That’s weird. Ugh. We need more clues.”
“Yeah…and I need a nap.” I say, yawning.
“Will you stay awake, this is important, we can’t have you sleeping at a time like this!” she says annoyed, then brightens up. “Actually, that’s it! You DO need to take a nap.”
“Huh?” I ask, yawning again.
“We need another dream out of you.”
“Yay. Does this mean I get to sleep?”
“Yep.”
“Yay…but you know…umm…these are my only clothes.”
“So?”
“Well…you know what happens when I fall asleep.” I say, my face going red.
“Oh right, sorry.” She says, getting up and digging through a drawer. “Here you can have these, they don’t even fit.” She says, throwing me an old pair of shorts. Then she throws me a beach towel. “It’s to lay on, the grounds super dusty up there.”
“Thanks.” I say, and then stop, suddenly feeling a breeze in the room. We both look at each other then race towards the window. Just as we suspected, a new note. Addressed to Allison.
The Key To Your Life Rests in Your Hands!
“What the hell?” we both ask, reading it. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“This guy’s on crack or something.” Al said, throwing the letter down in frustration.
“No, actually, he’s on cocaine. That’s what he put in my locker anyway.” I say, picking the letter up off the floor.
“Figures. Well c’mon; you have to go before you get caught. And this time, will you lay off the eavesdropping?”
“Yeah, okay.” I say, about to open the door, but Al stops me.
“Wait a sec. Look at this. It was in the envelope.” Al said, holding up something shiny. A key. I stare at it a moment, then frown. “What’s wrong?” she asks.
“It’s not the same key from my dream.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, it was yellow, this one’s white.” I say, continuing to stare at it.
“All of this is giving me a headache.” Al said, messaging her head and leading the way out the room. She grabbed a chair again and opened up the door to the attic.
“Hold on.” I said, and raced over to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and almost screamed. Oops, forgot I was a blond now. When I came back, Al was leaning against the ladder, examining the key in her hands and biting her lip to the point of making it bleed.
“Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out.” I say as I begin to ascend the stairs.
“I hope you’re right.” She says nervously. I hope I’m right too.
I open my cell phone and use it to help guide my way around the darkness. After picking out a spot on the floor, and checking and re-checking about five times for spiders, I turn on the fan and lay down. What else is there to do up here but sleep?
“God.” I whisper. “Help us get through this. This is getting more out of control by the minute. What do these letters mean? Who is responsible for all this? Is this all going to work out in the end, is that why I’m having these nightmares? Can you just, reveal a bit more tonight? Please help me put all the pieces together.” I roll over onto my side, letting the fan blow into my face. It feels so good; I could almost fall as-… |
A clock reading 1:00 flashes before me in my mind. Attached to it are wires, lots and lots of wires. Around it is darkness, the bright red light illuminating a small section around it. I can hear someone crying, but it sounds muffled, like something was covering their mouth. Is it a boy or girl I wonder? Where is it coming from? I hear it again; its close, like it was in the room. Is this even a room? It seems so cramped, like a box or something. I strain my eyes to be able to see who it is, but I can’t see anything, it’s too dark. I look at the strange looking clock and the light around it -there! There’s a leg next to it, and there’s the other…but they’re tied up with something. Looks like duct tape. I still can’t see who it is though, or where this is.
Suddenly there is blinding light all around me, I hold my hand over my eyes, trying to block out the sunlight. I’m standing in the middle of the teachers’ parking lot, starring at an old, beat up, white Nissan. I want to open it; I want to open it so bad, but why? I need the key, I wish I had it. I clench my fists and notice something in my right hand. An envelope. Once again addressed to me in the same red ink, the same lettering. I slide my finger under the edge and tear it open.
The Key to Your Friends Life
Rests in Your Hands!
Oh great, another riddle. Wait. Al’s note said something like that. Except, didn’t it say the key rested in her hands? Why is it suddenly in my hands now? I dig in the envelope and pull out a key, but it’s not the same white key. It’s the big yellow one again. What am I supposed to do with this?
What was that? I could’ve sworn I just heard someone moaning. Where is that coming from? I look around everywhere, but there’s no one here. Just me and…the car! It’s coming from the car, I know it is! I hurry forward, but then stop, now what’s that sound? A faint beeping, coming from the car. I walk forward and peek in through the windows. It’s empty, really empty. There’s nothing in it, no trash, no valuables…nothing. That’s kind of weird.
Where is that beeping coming from? I walk around and finally figure out it’s coming from the trunk. Just when I was about to try to lift the trunk door, that’s when I hear it. An extra loud beep, an extremely loud bang and then silence and blackness.
“Go to the bathroom before bed!”
“Katie!” someone hisses at me. I manage to open my eyes and prop myself up on my elbows to see who’s calling me.
“What’s up Al?” I ask groggily.
“I’m going to school.” She says.
“Huh? What time is it? How long was I asleep for?”
“Since like 5 P.M. yesterday. You sure can sleep; it’s already 7:30 in the morning.”
“I’m going with you!” I say, trying to force myself up, but suddenly start feeling weak and dizzy.
“No! The last thing we need is you getting caught! The Pep Rally’s at 2 so come around one-thirty at at my locker. And do try your hardest not to get caught” She says, keeping back a laugh. “Besides, my moms already left for work, you can come down now, and …take a shower. You…uhh…need one.”
“Ugh…” I moan, looking down to what she was laughing about. “I’ll be so happy when THAT’S over with.”
“Well…let’s just get through today.” Al mumbles, turning white at the thought.
“Hey, Al, do you still have that key?”
“Yeah…why?”
“Can I have it? I have a feeling I’ll…need it.”
“Umm okay…it’s in my room, I’ll go get it.” She said, turning around and climbed back down the stairs. I threw off the wet clothes and pulled my jeans back on.
A second later she re-emerged holding the shiny, white, key. “I should probably go now.” She said after a moment of silence. No! I don’t want her to leave! What if this is the last time I ever see her? Al seems to read my mind. “Don’t worry, I’ll be okay.” She says, trying to reassure me, not doing a very good job.
She has to be okay I tell myself. What would I do without her? Who would I hang out with after school? Watch movies with? Have sleep overs with? No one, that’s who. Oh, sure there’s Jaclyn…but she’s not Al.
“Don’t go.” I manage to squeak out, just as she was about to climb back down the steps. She walks back over and tries again to tell me that she will be fine, but I don’t hear her. I pull her into a hug, and she instantly shuts up.
“I really have to go.” She says, stepping back and wiping her eyes on her sleeve a couple minutes later. “Remember. 1:30 at my locker.” She says, giving me one last wave, then descends the stairs and leaves me in the dark by myself. An empty hole gnaws at my stomach; I miss her already. I’ll see her again I tell myself. Nothing is going to happen until after the pep rally, and I’m meeting her before, a half-hour before. We’ll figure something out then.
We always do.
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Tears start to slide down my face just thinking about it. I need to take my mind off this; I need to go do something. A shower. Maybe that will clear my head.
Nope, not even that helped. Although I do feel much better getting out of that Easy-bake-oven up there. Maybe things will work I say to myself as I lay down on the couch in the living room. I close my eyes for a second, but quickly open them as my pocket begins to make noises. Uh-oh…I forgot to turn my cell phone off. I glance at the number, expecting it to be my mom, but to my relief, it wasn’t. It was Amanda. I quickly make a decision and answer it. (I never thought I’d be using “Quickly” and “Decision” together in the same sentence when referring to myself.)
“Hello.” I say, sounding a bit too nervous for my liking.
“Katie! I’m so glad you picked up. Everyone is wondering what happened to you! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where are you?” she says too quickly for me to understand.
“Whoa, slow down. What’s going on?”
“You just disappeared yesterday. Katie, is it really true you got expelled?” she asks.
“Yeah.” I say, anger coming out in my voice. “That guy put it in there! Ryan did this! None of that stuff was mine!” (Well okay, most of that stuff wasn’t mine.)
“Where are you?” she asks, making no response about him putting that stuff in my locker. I guess it was obvious.
“I’m hiding.” I say, not about to tell anyone where I was.
“Do you have any new information? Did you have any new nightmares? Anything at all?”
“Yeah. I dreamed about a funny looking clock, and a beat up, white, Nissan that was making funny noises.”
“That’s all?” she says, sort of impatiently. What’s her problem?
“Yeah.” I say, racking my brain for anything else.
“Are you sure that’s it. Nothing else?”
“Oh. And a key. I dreamed about a key.”
“Yes. You already told me about dreaming about a key. A little white one. Where exactly are you hiding?”
“I can’t say. I don’t want to get caught.”
“Are you coming to the school today?”
“Look. I have to go. Watch after Al for me.” I say, not completely wanting to give about my whereabouts or say whether or not I’m going to try to sneak into school to a staff member. What if she tells someone?
“Katie! Don’t hang up! Katie!” she yells. Too late, I hit end and lay back down. Who is Ryan? The only person I can think of is Mr. Stinky. He’s about the same age, looks kind of like him; take off his wig (if he wears one) and the make-up on his arm covering the tattoo. I'm sure it would look just like him. And to top it all off, he is an electrician. It completely links him. I can’t think of anyone else who matches the description more perfectly. Still…it creeps me out…Mr. Stinky being Allison’s dad? It’s enough to give anyone nightmares. He’s not even my dad and he’s giving me nightmares.
I glance over at the clock, which now reads 11:53. I still have an hour and a half to kill. Okay, wrong expression to use at a time like this.
Should I get something to eat I wonder? No, the butterflies in my stomach won’t let me eat anything. Butterflies? No. No. No. These aren’t butterflies fluttering around in there. Maybe giant wasps. What am I doing? I’m pacing. I’m just going to tire myself out before I even get there.
Let me tell you something, that hour and-a-half was the longest hour-and-a-half of my life! Felt like I was in that house for hours trying to think of a plan. And do you know what I figured out? NOTHING! I’m no closer to figuring this out than when I started!
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Okay, it's 12:55, I can’t stay here anymore! So what if I’m going to be a little early, it’s better than sticking around here. I grab my cell phone and bolt out of the house. I walk slower the closer I get, replaying everything in my mind. What was with Amanda? A little stressed are we? So what if I already told her about the dream with a key in it, it was a completely different dream. I can’t remember who I told what, I don’t even remember telling her about that dream. Maybe I did, I probably just can’t remember. Stress can do that. What else is more stressful than the possibility of losing your best friend in the next couple of hours? Not much.
I manage to sneak in no problem…it was almost…too easy. Oh well, security guards probably on one of his many coffee breaks. After all, sitting around all day doing nothing can be very, very difficult. I make my way through the empty campus, classes must still be still in. I begin to shake. Why am I shaking? I continue to walk farther away from the entrance, becoming increasingly anxious. No! Not now! It can’t happen now! I suck in my breath and run. I run as hard and fast as I can, my nerves increasing with every step. What if I’m too late? What if he’s already gotten to her? I’m at the corner, but I waste no time.
“Don’t hurt her!” I yell as I run around the corner to find myself face to face with…an empty hallway.
Nice job.
“Katie,” I hear someone whisper behind me as a hand reaches out and touches my shoulder. I scream and spin around.
“Calm down, jumpy. It’s just me.” Al says, paler than I’ve ever seen her before. I guess she didn’t have much of a better day than I did.
“Are you okay?” I ask, taking a step back just in case she decides to puke.
“I guess,” she mumbles, sliding her hands down her face.
“Are you going to go through with this?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Of course I am.” She says. “I-Is he going to…do it once I finish, or should I finish and then run like hell?”
“No.” I say after a moment of thought. “I don’t think it’s going to be like that. All my dreams took place here. Except last night though, last night was different. It took place in the parking lot and there was this weird clock that said 1:00 on it.”
“But it’s already 1:25 right now.” Al says, after looking down at her watch. “Was it like, one in the morning or something?”
“I don’t think so. It was completely dark though, but it was also cramped and there was someone there. And then a couple minutes later, it was completely bright outside.” I said to myself more so than to Al. “And what’s the deal with the keys?”
“Keys? What do you mean 'keys?' We have just the one.”
“Yeah, but I keep dreaming about a different one, a big yellow one. Not this tiny white one, it doesn’t even look like it goes to a door.”
“Weird,” Al mumbles, biting down on her finger nails. “Ugh, I have to go.” She moans, looking back down at her watch.
“What? Why?”
“I have to go get ready for the presentation, and you have to hide before the bell rings.” She said, turning even paler. “During the rally, look around for anyone suspicious, there might be one or more people involved.”
“Okay.” I croak. ” Will I see you before the rally?”
“I don’t think so.” She whispers. We stay silent for a moment, both of us understanding what this might mean. This could be the last time we see each other. “It won’t be.” She says quietly.
“I hope you're right.” As I was about to hug her good-bye, the worst scenario happened. Marissa.
“Allison! There you are! We’ve been waiting for you.” Marissa shouts out as she comes bounding forward towards us. I quickly stick my head in Al’s locker, pretending to be deeply interested in a five year old piece of gum that has been permanently stuck to the inside.“Come on! You’re ten minutes late!” Marissa whines, paying no attention to my existence.
“Give me a minute; I need to say good-bye to my friend.” Al says, attempting to break free from Malibu Barbie’s death grip. Marissa looks up and notices me standing there, now holding a book in front of my face.
“Who’s your blond friend?” she asks, giving me the quick up and down glance.
“This is…uhh.” Al stammers.
“You’ll see her later.” Marissa says, dragging Allison away by the arm.
“I hope so.” I whisper to myself as I peak over the top of the book and watch as she’s dragged away by Malibu Barbie. Al glances back at me and weakly smiles. I wave back as she turns the corner and vanishes out of sight.
I stand there alone, silently praying I’d see her again. I look up as the bell rings and kids begin to pour out of the classrooms next to me. Uh-oh I better go before someone recognizes me. I hold the book back up to my face and bury myself into it as I try to walk past unnoticed.
It was going pretty good too, until a hand came out of nowhere and grabbed me by the shirt collar while pulling me into a empty classroom.
“What do you think you’re doing? Where have you been? What happened and WHAT IN THE WORLD DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR?!” Jaclyn shouts at me, ripping the book from my hands.
“How did you know it was me?” I ask, disappointed at my failed attempt at remaining unnoticed.
“Don’t think I couldn’t recognize you, and besides, blond suits you better. It’s your true hair color.”
“Huh? What do you mean? I look horrible as a blond!”
“I never said anything about looks.” She mumbled under her breath.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, still confused.
She sighs. “Katie, no matter what your hair color is, you will always be a true blond. You are the only person I know who will walk around pretending to read the dictionary UPSIDE DOWN!” Whoops. That was smooth.
“Are you going to tell me what’s happening or what? People are saying you got expelled because someone caught you snuffing lines of cocaine in the bathroom yesterday.”
“Umm…no. I got expelled because Allison’s dad put cocaine in my locker, and a bunch of other stuff.”
“Do you know who he is yet?”
“I have a good feeling it's Mr. Stinky. Yesterday while I was in the office, the secretary told me Mr. Stinky’s second job. He just happens to be an electrician. And to top it all off, he was at the biology trip with us.” I say bitterness rising in my voice. “Let’s not forget that episode in detention, who knows what I was yelling, that’s what probably tipped him off about me in the first place.”
“So what are we going to do?” she asks.
“We?”
“Duh. You think I’m going to leave you to deal with this by yourself? You’re crazy.”
“But it will be dangerous, and you’d get in trouble if you’re caught with me.”
“So what? You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” It was at that moment a new appreciation of Jaclyn sprung into me. I could definitely use some help figuring this out.
“Fine.” I say, giving in. “Help me secure the perimeter.”
“Huh?”
“During the pep rally, look out for anything suspicious. Especially angry, bald men with guns.”
“That’s it?” she asks sounding a bit disappointed.
“I don’t even know what to do. My guess would be to just try and keep her away from Mr. Stinky.”
“So…we are pretty much Allison’s bodyguards?”
“Guess so.”
“Sweet. So what do I do if I find anything suspicious?”
“Call my cell phone. Or call Amanda’s. She’s the only one with the power to actually do anything about it.” I say, giving her the number. “It’s starting,” I say as the National Anthem begins to play over the loud speaker. We make our way over to the gym as one of the teachers was making their usual speech of how great this school was and don’t use drugs.
“We’ve already had to expel one of our students the other day; it was a very painful decision to make, but it had to be done.” They said. Oh, tell the whole world why don’t you. A few heads turn to whisper to one another. I shake off my anger and manage to get a seat in the bleachers high enough to see the whole crowd. I constantly search as they introduce the schools football team. I’ve never been so happy the school had a football team. And then, the moment came.
“Alright, settle down. We have a special presentation from the Bible club next. They’ve worked very hard on this. Now I believe they’re here to say a few words first.” He said, looking to his side as a very pale Allison stumbled forward.
“H-hi everyone.” She stuttered, then stopped, took a deep breath and then started again. For someone who might possibly die in the next couple of hours, I thought she handled it pretty well. No one would have noticed anything was wrong, nothing more than a mild case of stage fright anyway. “So what we’re trying to do,” Al said wrapping it up. “Is for people to step out and not be afraid to admit their faith. What we’re going to do is a little exercise. Anyone can, if they want to, say it right now. What you’re going to do, is stand up one at a time, say your name, and then say ‘I believe in God.’” She stops for a moment to catch her breath and then continues a little less confidently. “Watch, I’ll start.” Another pause. I’m hanging on to the edge of my seat, my heart feels as if it might come out my mouth, and my hands are soaking wet. This is it, this is the reason I’ve been having nightmares. She’s going to do it!
“My name is Allison Walltz…and I believe in God.”
She did it! She actually did it! Now get off the stage! Al’s eyes wander through the crowd as a few people do it. Her eyes meet mine and I motion with a hand for her to get off the stage. She quickly walks down and out the gym, Mr. Stinky in close pursuit. Oh no you don’t! I quickly stand up and make my way down the sea of kids. Not an easy task.
“Watch it!” one girl yells as I accidentally step on her hand. She looks at me, and then smiles an evil grin. Assyla. “Now what are you doing here?” She mocks. “You know…I could turn you in right now and there isn’t a thing in the world you could do to stop me.” I freeze. She’s right, if she turns me in now, there’s no way I can save Al. She has me in her hands and she knows it. Al’s fate rests in the hands of a girl who thinks Buffalo wings come from actual buffalo.
“Please don’t.” I beg.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.” This can’t be good.
“Because if you turn me in now, Allison will be killed by her psychopath of a father because I won’t be here to save her.” I say, just sticking to the truth, as far out there as it might be.
“Oh teacher,” she says, not loud enough for one to come near, but loud enough to make me nervous. I bite down on my lip and think for a second. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I’m desperate.
“Because you’ll never find a slave in time to do your History report.” I say, getting more worried the more seconds pass by wasted. She eyes me for a second.
“Go on.”
“Now that I’ve been kicked out of school, I don’t have any more homework. Keep your mouth shut and that Vietnam paper will take care of itself.” She grins at me one more time before she turns back around and I bolt out the door, stepping on a few more hands in the process.
Ahhhhh!!!!!!!! I don’t see them anywhere! How much time did I waste negotiating with Assyla? Wait! I know where they are! No! Please don’t be there! Maybe they just went to his classroom. I try and run as fast as I can over to the History room and stop to catch my breath. Why am I so tired? This is no time to be tired! I yank open the door and march right up to Mr. Stinky’s desk. Forget not being noticed, this is war!
“Can I help y-“he began, and then frowned. “Katie, what are you doing here?” he sighs. I ignore him.
“What did you do to her?!” I scream at him. “Where is she?”
“Where is who?” he asks in the same bored voice as if he was lecturing me on the importance of the Mongolian Empire. “What are you talking about? And why are you here? You know you’re not allowed near campus. I have every reason to pick up this phone and report you.”
“Shut up!” I yell in response, which he quickly does. “You don’t fool me for a second! What did you do with her?”
“What are you talking about? Are you on drugs right now?” he asks, trying to play all innocent.
“You know what I’m talking about! What did you do to Allison?! And don’t even talk to me about drugs, look who’s talking! Mr. coke planter!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I have a feeling I don’t want to know, if it ends up anything like the last time you were on drugs.”
“I DON’T DO DRUGS!” I yell at him. He ignores me and continues.
“As for your friend, I did nothing to her. She just left a few minutes ago to put something away in her locker; you can go check for yourself. Once you do, get out of here! If I see you again, I will call security! Got it?” I stare at him for a moment. Should I trust him? No. But if I don’t leave he’ll call security.
“Fine.” I say before I bolt out the door. I run as fast as I can over to Al’s locker, but she’s not there. No one is. I begin to panic. Where is she?! What did Mr. Stinky do to her? I’m quickly brought back down to earth as my cell phone rings. This is not the time for my mom to call and scream at me! But it wasn’t my mom. I glance down at the caller I.D, but all it said was restricted number.
“Hello?” I answer.
“I have your friend.” says a cold hard voice on the other end. A voice I immediately recognize as Ryan.
“What have you done with her? Where is she?!” I yell
“She’s fine…for now anyway. It depends really, on you.”
“What do you mean it depends on me?”
“Are you any good at scavenger hunts?” he asks.
“What does that have to do with anything?” I ask angrily.
“Everything, you see. We’re going to play a little game. You win, your friend goes free, you lose, and you both die.”
“You’re crazy!” I yell.
“Is that a no? Because if it is, I can just kill her right now.”
“What do I need to do?”
“You need to find keys. I believe you have the first one.” I stick my hand in my pocket of my jeans as my fingers wrap around a hard metal object.
“Good,” he says after I don’t respond. “She’s in the trunk of my car. Find the right key to unlock it and get her out.” That doesn’t sound so bad. “Oh,” he continues. “Don’t try to pick the lock, it’ll only make the bomb go off sooner.”
“Bomb?” I squeak.
“Yes. There is a bomb in the trunk with her.” He said sounding amused. “Now, you will have three rules. Don’t pick the lock, don’t use the wrong key, and don’t run out of time, or else it’s game over.” He pauses and waits for my reaction, but I don’t say anything. “The first one’s easy. It’s where your records are kept. How you manage to get to them is up to you. I have to go now, remember, have fun!” he said and then added. “Oh, by the way, you only have an hour.”
Click. |
I stand there motionless for a moment stunned, cell phone still in hand as I try to digest everything. I glance at the clock 2:12, which means the bombs going to blow at 3: 12! I pull out the key from my pocket and re-examine it. What was it that he said? It’s where my records are kept. What did he mean by ‘How I manage to get them is up to me.’?” Then it hits me, he was talking about my school records! Those are…in the principals’ office! The key goes to the filing drawer. But how am I going to be able to get into the principals office? It’s not like I can just go up there and ask him, I’m not even allowed to be here. What I need is-
“Katie! There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Jaclyn says as she comes running over to me. A distraction.
“Jaclyn, I’m so glad you’re here! I need your help!" I say as I guide us over to the administrators building and explain to her the situation.
“You want me to do what?” she asks in disbelief.
“I need a distraction, and you said you wanted to help. I just need you to go over and get him out of his office for a few minutes.”
“How do I do that though?”
“I don’t know, tell him you want to show him something.” I say before ducking behind the counter and motioning for her to go for it. I watch as she hesitantly goes over and knocks on the door.
“Come in” says a voice on the other side.
She opens the door and says, “Actually Sir, you need to come with me.”
“Why? Is there a problem?” he asks.
“Yes, there is, but I can't tell you, I’d have to show you.”
“Is this necessary?” he asks.
“Yes, very.”
“Alright, you have five minutes.” He says before getting up and walking out while closing the door behind him. I watch as they walk around the corner and out of sight before springing into action. I quickly slip in, lock the door behind me, and head straight for the filing system. The key unlocks it as I suspected and peer inside.
Where is it?! I don’t see it anywhere! It’s just a bunch of folders. Could it be in one of them? Duh! Of course, mine! I breeze through all the names until I come across mine and yank it up and open. Oh my God..it's huge. Have I really gotten in trouble that many times? There, sitting inside was a white envelope with my name on it. I grab it and stuff the folder back in the drawer as I hear footsteps coming closer and the doorknob jiggles. Ahh! I got to get out of here. I search around for a window to climb out of, but there are no windows.
“I could’ve sworn I left the door unlocked.” I hear from outside. I hear keys jingle and I quickly duck under his desk right as the door opens. He comes in and sits down on his big leather chair and pulls in, his knees barely missing my face.
This isn’t good. If he catches me, I’m dead. If I stay here to long, me and Al are going to be dead. What am I going to do? I’ve already been under here for five minutes! Right as I figure I better turn myself in, I begin to smell it. Smoke! At that moment one of the secretaries burst in.
“Sir! Someone set one of our trashcans in the office on fire!”
“What?” he yells and jumps up and hurries out the door. I hold my breath and wait ten seconds before crawling out. I peek my head around and see Jaclyn motioning for me to get out! Don’t need to tell me twice. I jump up and run out as fast as I can and we both run out of the office until we are at least three buildings away.
“That was close.” She says.
“Yeah! If it wasn’t for that fi-“I was about to say then gasp. “You did it! You started the fire!”
“Yeah, well, I started to freak out when you didn’t come out after he came in. I had to do something.” She says holding a small pack of matches in her hand. “Snatched them off of the secretary’s desk.” She says before I can ask. “What’s in the envelope?” she asked, drawing my attention back to it.
“Oh,” I say as I quickly rip it open.
Feel sick? Say Ahh!
“Huh?” we both ask as we re-read it through a couple times. I look in the envelope and pull out another small white key.
“It goes to a drawer.” I say.
“It’s in Amanda’s office!” Jaclyn shouts.
“How do you know that?” I ask.
“It’s talking about getting your temperature taken. C’mon.” she says as she leads us back into the office as we watch them stomp the trashcan fire out with their feet. We walk past and into Amanda’s office, but she’s not there. I walk over to a drawer and unlock it, but there isn’t a thermometer in there. Just a first aid kit.
“Try another one.”
I stick the key into the next drawer and we both stare at it for a moment. About fifty packs of gum, mints, Listerine pocket packs, and mouth wash.
“Hurry up, open the last one.” She says. I close it and open up the last one. There sitting on top was the thermometer. I pick it up and open it, then look at the pieces.
“Look,” Jaclyn says, pointing to the cover. I look in it and notice an envelope stuffed inside. I pull it out and put everything back as we hurry out before we’re caught.
“Open it.” Jaclyn urges me. I tear it open and read the note inside.
Under the doormat
But which door?
“He’s got to be kidding!” Jaclyn says, reading it. There’s got to be hundreds of doors around here. There isn’t enough time to check them all! How much time do we even have left?” I look down at the clock on my cell phone and moan.
“Seventeen minutes!”
“Argh! I don’t even know what doors have doormats!”
“We can’t give up though! Al needs us! We just need to think!”
“I don’t think thinking is going to help with this one. Unless you can pull something from your nightmares to help us, Al’s as good as dead.”
“Don’t say that!”
“Well it’s true! All we have to go on is we’re looking for a locked door. Is there anything you can think of? Anything at all that didn’t fit in?”
“From what?”
“Your nightmares. You seem to have had a dream for everything that’s going to happen, isn’t there something that didn’t make any sense? Something that you could connect to this clue?”
“I wish.”
“Well,” she sighs. “At least I get to skip bed.”
“Huh?” I ask.
“Normally I’d be in World History right now.”
“Bed?” I mutter to myself. “Maybe you’re right! Maybe there is something from my nightmares that could help us!”
“What? We have about ten minutes left? If you’re getting an idea, you better hurry up and spit it out!” I begin to pace and think.
“The one thing from my nightmares that didn’t make any sense! The bed wetting.”
“How is that going to help us?” she asks in disbelief.
“Every single time I had a nightmare, I heard the words ‘Go to the bathroom before bed!’ right before I woke up.”
“So?”
“Don’t you get it!” I practically scream from excitement. “Go to the bathroom before bed! That’s what we have to do! We have to go to the bathroom before bed!”
“Okay, you’ve officially lost it.” She says.
“No! What does ‘bed’ mean to us?”
“Bed? It means a bed? Oh…You mean World History?” she asks, putting the pieces together.
“Yes! Now say it!”
“We have to…go to the bathroom before World History?” she asks still looking confused, still not getting it. “Oh!!!!!!” she screams jumping up. “We have to go to the broken down bathroom by the World History class!!”
“Exactly!” I scream as I pull out the key from the envelope. We both run as fast as we can until we reach it. I fumble with the key as I try to catch my breath and open it up. It’s completely dark inside, but we walk in anyway, the door snapping closed behind us.
“I can’t see anything!” Jaclyn complains, somewhere in front of me.
“Hold on.” I say as I pull out my cell phone to light the way. We look around for a second.
“It looks finished to me.” Jaclyn says. “There’s just a couple tools on the ground, but that’s it.” I spy the doormat and lift it up, revealing a big yellow key. The same yellow key from my dream.
“We have to go!” I yell as I look at the time. “We have four minutes! I’ve got the car key!”
We turn around to leave, but someone has joined us. Mr. Stinky.
“What did I tell you!” he says, sounding angry.
“How could you do that to her!” I yell.
“What are you talking about?” he asks, sounding annoyed.
“You locked Al in the trunk with a bomb! Don’t think I don’t know you’re an electrician!” I yell at him. He comes closer, reaching out his hand to attack. I step back and my foot hits something. A wrench. I quickly pick it up.
“Don’t come any closer!” I threaten him. He doesn’t listen; he comes closer, and closer. I close my eyes and hit him over the head with the wrench. We watch in horror as he falls to the ground, motionless. We hurry out as Jaclyn looks at me with amazement and horror. “You just killed our History teacher!’ she shouts.
“No I didn’t! I just knocked him out!’ I shout. I hope that’s all I did.
“Katie Devo did it in the laboratory with the wrench!”
“I did not! Now hurry up! We have three minutes!” I say as I begin to run away from the scene of the crime. He tried to kill Al first I remind myself.
“Where are we going?’ shouts from behind me.
“The teachers parking lot!” I shout back. “Two minutes left!” We run in and look around.
“What car is it?” she asks as we look around at all the different ones.
“I don’t know.” I realize in horror. “There!” I say as I recognize the white Nissan from last nights dream. We run over and I put the key in the lock and turn it, holding my breath. If this is the wrong key this thing will blow. Click. I open the trunk and we both gasp. We see the bomb, it reads 0:05, but it stopped. That’s the same weird clock from my dream I realize a moment too late.
“Five seconds to spare.” Jaclyn whispers. “Is Al okay?” I look and find her curled up in a ball, duck tape over her mouth, arms and legs.
“Al?” I cry, shaking her a little. Nothing. “Al!” I shout even louder, tearing the tape off her mouth. Nothing. “She won’t wake up.” I say to Jaclyn, a wave of tears filling my eyes.
“Let’s get her to Amanda.” Jaclyn says sounding panicked as well. “Help me lift her.” We grab each side of her and manage to pick her up and pull her out and somehow carry her all the way over to the office and inside the nurses’ station.
“Katie, what happened?” she asks as we set her down on the bed.
“She won’t wake up.” I cry softly. “Maybe we should get her to the hospital.” I say, looking down at Al’s unconscious body.
“She’ll be okay.” Amanda says, replacing the gum in her mouth with a fresh stick. “She just needs a minute.”
“Are you sure? I don’t know how long she was in the trunk for, she might have heat exhaustion or something.”
“She’ll be fine.” Amanda says.
“Ugh,” Al moans, struggling to open her eyes. Al! She’s Alive!
“Al!” both me and Jaclyn cry, rushing over to her side.
“Huh? What happened? Where am I?” She asks weakly.
“It’s okay now. I got him. You’re safe now; you’re in Amanda’s office.” I say hugging her even though she’s sweatier than me in a dentist’s office.
“Yeah, she hit him over the head with a wrench. He fell down faster than Katie in high heels.” Jaclyn says.
“Hey!”
“Well it’s true. Al? What’s wrong?” We look at her as her eyes widen with fear.
“Yeah, I’d be afraid picturing her in high heels too.” Al tries to jump up, but we quickly pin her back down on the bed.
“Al, what’s wrong?” I ask, fighting to keep her down.
“She must be remembering what happened.” Amanda says. “You think I could ask her a couple question?”
“Yeah sure.” We say.
“Alone.” She throws in after we don’t budge.
“Well, I guess.” I say, oblivious to Al’s sudden jolt. Me and Jaclyn step out as Amanda closes the door after us.
“I hope Al’s okay.” Jaclyn says. I nod my head in agreement, completely lost in thought. I’m so glad this is over! Al’s safe! Mr. Stinky’s out cold in a locked bathroom, and everyone’s alive. Maybe now I’ll even get my name cleared and I’ll be allowed to come back to school. Both mine and Al's mom, will stop thinking I’m a drug addict, and I can go back home! No way I’m spending another day in a attic.
“I wonder what they’re talking about.” Jaclyn says, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“I don’t know, probably about what she remembers.” I say.
“Then why do I hear a guy talking?” she asks.
“What?”
“Listen.” I put my ear to the door, and sure enough, I hear a guy, but not just any guy…Ryan. I quickly try to open the door, but it’s locked.
“Stand back. These are really cheap doors” Jaclyn says as she begins to back up, then runs forward and kicks the door open. My jaw drops, as I see Amanda trying to hold Al down with one hand, and a gun in the other.
“Why do you have so much energy? You’re supposed to be sick! Why hasn’t the mono kicked in yet?” Amanda says…but it’s not Amanda’s voice. It’s Ryans.
“I don’t have mono.” Al says, trying to fight back.
“Didn’t you eat the candy?”
“The candy! You poisoned the candy!” I blurt out.
“Katie!” Al screams “Mr. Stinkly isn’t Ryan! He is!” she yelled, pointing to Amanda.
“You’re R-Ryan?” I stutter. “You can’t be! I-I told you stuff!”
“Yes.” He/she says, smiling. “You told me everything! You told me everything you knew! Now, all of you, on the bed!” he/she says, pointing the gun at us and kicking the door down with his/her foot.
“If you’re Ryan…then.” I say horrified, realizing I whacked my ex-history teacher over the head with a wrench. Oops.
“My brother is too weak.” He/she says. Brother? Did he say brother? “Twin actually.” He says, reading my mind. Twin? Oh…Ryan and Brian…smooth.
“Now I have some unfinished business to take care of with you.” He says to Al, coming towards her.
“Wait!” she shouts. “Are you really my dad?” He smirks for a moment and then answers,
“Yes.”
“You’re going to kill your own daughter?” I ask.
“That’s not all I’m going to kill.” He says to me. “You’ve been a real pest. Never minding your own business. Now you’re going to get what you’ve predicted all along! You’re going to watch your friends die, and then I’m going to kill you last!” He then turns his attention back to Al.
“Now say good-bye.” He says, lifting the gun towards her head. We watch in amazement as he suddenly falls to the floor unconscious, a wig falling off revealing a bald head. We look up and there’s Mr. Stinky, holding the same wrench in his hands.
“Are you girls okay?” he asks. We nod, too stunned to say anything. “Come with me.” We get up and begin to follow him, but a sudden thud catches my attention.
“Al!” I scream as she lays unconscious on the floor. “Al fainted again.” I say to Mr. Stinky who kneels down and checks her pulse. He then quickly picks her up and puts her on his shoulder.
“We need to get her to the hospital.” He says. |
We’re at the hospital now. Al's awake , but they're having her stay over night. She doesn’t seem too happy about that, but we’re making her. The rooms already packed with people and we’ve only been here an hour. Me, Jaclyn, Mr. Stinky, Al’s mom, the principal, and half the Bible club, and sadly, Marissa. She still hasn’t gotten over the fact that I was given premonitions from God that saved Allison’s life and she wasn’t.
Oh, yeah, I’m the new class celebrity. I’ve already had to tell the story ten times, dreams and all. It’s getting tiring, but at least they don’t think of me as a 15 year- old- bed -wetting- freak. Now they think of me as a psychic -15 -year -old -bed -wetting-freak. Oh well, what matters now is that Al is safe. My reputation, or what’s left of it, isn’t important. Speaking of reputations, you’ll never guess what I caught Jaclyn doing on the way over here in the ambulance. Crying. I guess watching your friend almost die three times in one day, and then watching your own life flash before your eyes is enough to push even the strongest people over the edge.
If you think that’s scary, when I left to get something to drink, she followed me out and…HUGGED ME! She even said she was sorry for making fun of me about the whole bed wetting thing. Now I’ve seen it all, even if she did follow it with a “ tell anyone and you’re going to wish Ryan did kill you.”
Close enough.
“We did get something out of this.” I say to Jaclyn, sitting by ourselves in the hospital lounge.
“What’s that?” she asks as I pull out my key chain and hold up a smaller yellow key.
“I won’t tell if you won’t.” I say as she begins to laugh.
“Sweet! Our own private bathroom!”
I quickly hide it as Mr. Stinky comes down the hall and sits down next to us, holding a bag of ice on his head.
“I’m really sorry I hit you…again.” I say for the millionth time.
“It’s okay, I understand. You were only trying to protect Allison.”
“So…did you know?” Jaclyn asks.
“Know what? That he was transgender?”
“That Allison was your niece.” He seems startled for a second and then smiles, as if he just realized this.
“No, I didn’t. I knew Ryan had a daughter named Allison, but I didn’t know it was THIS Allison.”
“Well, now you have a family member you never knew about.”
“Speaking of family.” I say as Al’s mom joins us. “Hello, Ms. Walltz.” I say, pretending I don’t know she thinks I’m a crack whore.
“It’s okay, Katie.” She says. “I got the full story.”
“Huh?” I say, pretending I don’t know what she’s talking about.
“And I know you heard what I said about you. Allison told me.”
“Oh. Well, I promise, I don’t do drugs.”
“Yes, I heard about what happened. I’m so sorry I jumped to conclusions about you, and isn’t that my hair dye?” She said, then turning towards Mr. Stinky. “And you. I can’t thank you enough for saving her. She told me about how you knocked him out right before he was about to…That was very brave of you.” Me and Jaclyn bury our faces in our arms to keep from laughing at how red Mr. Stinky’s face just got.
“It was no problem at all Ms. Walltz.” He says a bit too quickly.
“Call me Julie.” She says, turning his face an even darker shade of red.
“Julie then. Call me Brian.”
“Okay, Brian.”
“So, uh, Julie. Would you like to uhh, get some coffee?”
“I’d love to.” She said as they got up and walked around the corner together. We lasted about ten seconds before busting out laughing.
“Uh-oh. Better tell Al her moms getting a little cozy with her history teacher.” I say.
“Even worse! It’s her mom and Uncle!” Jaclyn says, cracking the both of us up.
“Oh gosh…what if they dated?”
“Worse! What if they got married? What would Al call him?!” We both laugh even harder as we both say in unison, “Uncle Dad!”
“Katie!” I hear a voice call behind me. To my surprise I turn and find myself standing face to face with Jamie. “Are you okay? What happened?” he asks sounding practically hysterical.
“I’m fine. What’s up with you? You look like you just ran all the way over here.”
“Well first of all, I hear you got expelled, and then someone said they saw you being taken to the hospital in an ambulance.” He says, eyeing me from head to foot to make sure there isn’t some giant gash that went unnoticed the first ten times he looked me over.
“Oh, that well…it’s a long story. I’m fine though, it was Allison who was taken to the hospital, not me, I just came along.” I say, beginning to wonder why he’s staring at me like that.
“What happened? Is she okay?”
“Yeah, she’ll be fine. She’s in the other room if you want to see her.”
“In a minute.” He mumbles.
“Will you just ask her out already?” Jaclyn says as she walks by. Note to self: Kill Jaclyn.
“Ugh, ignore her.” I moan, giving her a glare over his shoulder.
He smiles understandingly. “Well…actually.” He begins and then stops.
“What?”
“Nothing.” He says to quickly.
“What? What were you going to say?”
“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”
“You know I’m not going to stop unless you tell me, so out with it!” Ah! Do I really want to know what he was going to say? What if he was going to say “well…actually…you’re not my type.” Or “Well…actually… we’re better as friends”
“I was going to say…” he says and then pauses. Uh-oh, he looks nervous. Here it comes; he’s going to tell me he doesn’t like me. I knew it. Okay, just do it and get it over with.
“I understand I’m not your type, don’t worry about it.” I blurt out. He looks at me strangely for a second, but then looks amused.
“Actually, I was going to say… I like you.” He says.
“It’s okay, I under-…wait…WHAT?!?” Okay, I need to clean my ears…I couldn’t have just heard what I thought I just heard…could I? I must be imagining things.“What did you just say? I think I’m hearing things.”
“I said I…like you.” He said turning an interesting shade of red I have never seen before.
“Are you joking?” I ask just to make sure.
“Umm…no.” he says.
“So…you're 100 percent serious?” I ask looking him in the eye.
“Yes.”
“Well… I like you too.” I say quickly really hoping this isn’t a joke.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” I say as I notice him taking a step closer, and then another step and then another until he was barley an inch from my face.
Uh-oh…is he going to kiss me?! I don’t know how to kiss! What if I’m really bad at it and he changes his mind about me. What if I hit his head? How do I breathe? What if there’s a booger hanging out of my nose?!? And then a worse thought occurred to me.
“Umm…Jamie, I don’t think this is a very good idea…I have..”
“What? A boyfriend”
“No. It’s just I might have…” I begin, but then stop. “Nothing. It’s nothing.” I say with a devious smile on my face.
“Good.” He says leaning in closer.
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When we get back to Al’s room, half the kids were gone, but someone new was there. My mom. I quickly let go of Jamie’s hand.
“Katie! There you are! I’ve been worried sick! First I get a call telling me to come pick you up because you’ve been expelled and when I get there, they tell me you ran away! Then today, they call me and tell me you’re at the hospital!” she yells. “What’s going on?” she demands.
“I can assure you, that in light of recent events, she is no longer expelled and that we expect to see her at school Monday morning.” The principal says, stepping in. “We can also gladly say the items we recovered from her locker, were not hers, but were in fact, planted to keep her away from…today’s events.”
“And what exactly were ‘today’s events’” she asks the principal, who in turn looks at me.
“No way!” I say. “I’ve told this story way too many times already. You’ve heard me say it. Can’t you tell it?” I beg. He sighs.
“Alright, I suppose I can.”
That is the last time I let him tell the story! If I hear the words “Extremely well trained staff” one more time, I think I’m going to puke.
“Thanks to our extremely well trained staff, who handled the situation very professionally, we were able to subdue Ryan, who is currently in police custody.” He says.
Excuse me one moment while I go hurl. Of course, he leaves out the little detail that Ryan was a member of his “extremely well trained staff”.
“Oh look, and there he is.” He says as Mr. Stinky enters the room, arms linked with…Julia. We look at Al, whose eyes are practically popping out of her skull.
“Mom!” she calls out. “You do know that’s-“
“I know he’s your History teacher, but he’s also a very nice man.” Al’s mom says as Mr. Stinky’s face turns red again.
“He’s also-“
“Now Allison, be nice, he did save your life after all.”
“Uncle Dad.” Jaclyn whispers to Al, who glares back.
“It’s not funny!” she says to us as we begin to crack up.
So here’s how it ends. It turns out that the dreams were premonitions, obviously. And the bed wetting happened to be the biggest clue of all. I still say that the phrase would have done just fine on its own, without actually wetting the bed. But Al says it’s because there was no way I would have paid enough attention to it if I wasn’t actually doing it. I guess she’s right; it wouldn’t have made any sense…but still.
As for Al’s mom ,she’s officially dating Mr. Stinky, but we don’t call him that anymore. We call him Uncle Dad now.
Poor Al, in the last twenty-four hours, she’s been locked in a trunk with a bomb, and held at gun point three times. To top it all off, she finds out she’s related to her history teacher, who then turns around and dates her mom. Pretty crazy day.
As for me, I haven’t wet the bed since. Can’t say I haven’t had any nightmares though. I had the Nightmare of all Nightmares. I dreamt my mom was dating my Algebra teacher. At least that’s never going to happen…I hope At least Al lets me spend the night at her house again. Jaclyn still isn’t so sure; she says she’s putting me on a probation period. If I go another month without re-decorating my sheets, I can come over.
Oh yeah, I really do have mono, so my mom’s finally letting me sleep! Only I could get a kissing disease from a piece of chocolate.
Top ten things I have learned from this experience.
10. Jaclyn has a soul
9. Don’t make promises on the spot (Now I have to write two papers
on the Vietnam war! )
8. What Allison’s mom actually thought of me.
7. Alabama isn’t the only state with Uncle Dads running around.
6. Your best friend being related to the teacher doesn’t improve
your test grades.
5. I should listen more carefully to what my friends are trying to
tell me.
4. Nothing is worse than turning into a frequent bed wetter.
3. While the entire 10th grade class finds out live.
2. While you’re stuck helplessly watching your reputation go
down the drain.
Never suspect the history teacher; it’s always the nurse in drag.
Well, that’s what happened. It’s been the craziest month of my life and if I sit here on my foot any longer I may never walk on it again. I have to go now; I’m supposed to go drop Jamie’s homework off at his house. I talked to him earlier today…he says he’s been feeling really tired lately for some reason.
Oops…☺
The End. |
A/N: It was with great reluctance that I took on this commission, because I am terrible at mass-desperations and this fic involves a pretty large cast. When I was allowed to cut back characters, I did, but ultimately tried to keep as many as possible, though this made my challenge greater. I will be paying more attention to certain characters due to my client's bias, but I try to pay at least a little bit to everyone.
Every year, the female gym leaders from Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh would have a gathering, a retreat of sorts where they got away from their gyms for a little while and just enjoyed some girl time. Typically, they would go to a beach where they were able to reserve some of the beachfront for their weekend of fun and relaxation.
This year, everyone invited, with the exception of Fantina (who had a contest that weekend), was in attendance. Not to mention the addition of Tate, who never left Liza's side. The other girls did not mind him coming, seeing as he was still young, and they found the twin's closeness to be rather adorable.
One day, they were all out on the beach, enjoying themselves. Misty wore a light blue tankini, Erika wore a simple, yellow one piece, Janine wore a black one piece with a purple stripe, Sabrina wore a magenta bikini, Jasmine wore a yellow, ruffly one piece, Whitney wore a blue and pink bikini, Clair wore a navy one piece, Liza wore a light blue tankini with shorts as the bottom, while Tate wore the same shorts, Winona wore a lilac bikini, Flannery wore a black tankini, Roxanne wore a periwinkle one piece, Candice wore a light blue bikini, Maylene wore a white one piece, and Gardenia wore a green and orange bikini.
Though the whole point of the weekend was to get away from the gyms and the battles and all the work that came with that, it was a fact that all of these girls loved their Pokemon and loved battling with them, and it was only natural that there were quite a few battles going on at the beach one day.
It was all well and good, until one of the Pokemon attacks (and no one could really tell which one) misfired and did some property damage. Now, this wasn't uncommon, and pretty much all insurance plans covered for that sort of thing, but the building that got damaged was the only public bathroom for quite some distance.
They could not return to their hotel until a shuttle bus came to collect them, but several of them already had to pee a bit. Most notable was Whitney, who had been on her way to the bathroom when the attack had hit. She had had to go for a long time, but had been trapped in a battle of her own, and had to go so badly by this point that she was positively bursting.
Her desperation, combined with the shock caused by the destruction of that building, had caused her to leak quite a bit already. Her bathing suit had been mostly dry, as she had not been swimming for quite some time, but now the pink bottoms had a dark, wet patch on them.
Though she tried to hold back, she had already been at her very limit, and that wet patch grew as pee ran down her legs, splashing onto the sand. She was wetting herself, and though the other girls pretended not to notice, she knew they could all see it happening, even if no one was going to say anything.
They all knew that it wasn't exactly something she could have avoided, and that it could happen to anyone in that situation. Roxanne, Clair, and Gardenia were particularly sympathetic, as they too had felt the need to pee increasing for a while, and they all hoped they could make it until it was time to go back to the hotel.
This turn of events made Liza and Tate nervous in particular. Over time, they had learned that their telepathic connection meant that they felt everything the other twin felt- including fullness of the bladder. If one got desperate, the other would feel it, and if both were desperate, it became very hard for them to endure holding it.
Jasmine had not really thought about needing to pee before, but when it occurred to her that she would have no opportunity to do so, she started to notice how her bladder felt and wondered if she would be okay. While she was thinking about this, she heard a cry of distress and looked up to see that Gardenia's bathing suit was a lot wetter than before, as was the sand beneath her.
Two older girls had already wet themselves, so what chance did she stand? Still, she knew she had to do her best to make it until they could get back to the hotel. The twins were all telling themselves the same thing, insisting that, though they were young, they would try their hardest to hold out.
And while the kids were dealing with their problems, Janine was also experiencing some discomfort. She had told herself again and again that it was going to be fine, that she wouldn't even have to pee before the bus got back, but the panic must have affected her because she could now feel the telltale ache of her bladder.
Winona, meanwhile, had been completely calm about the whole thing. She hadn't event thought for a second that the problem could effect her, even when she started to feel a slight urge to pee. It was a slight one, after all, and it was only a few more hours until the bus would pick them up. She was sure that she would be just fine.
Roxanne began to get more and more noticeably desperate, and even started to head for the ocean, but after a heated speech from Misty about the water Pokemon that had to deal with enough pollution already, she hung back. But she could not last forever, and though she tried to ignore it, this only made her situation worse.
By distracting herself too much, she didn't really notice when she made it past a critical point, and then couldn't even attempt to stop herself from wetting her periwinkle bathing suit. Her eyes teared up and she avoided making eye contact with any of the other girls, but by this point, they were all used to seeing this sort of thing, and were honestly expecting it from some people.
In particular, Jasmine felt they were expecting it from her. She was so young and it was only natural, right? She squirmed, imagining everyone's eyes on her even though no one was really looking at her.
Liza and Tate would have felt the same pressure she did, were they not too preoccupied with the combined pressure they felt from one another. It was hard to really tell who was more desperate, and they supposed that meant they probably had to go equally badly. It was so hard when they had to go twice as badly as they should have, and seeing everyone lose control like that was only making it harder.
Even Misty, for all her preaching on not using the ocean, was starting to wish it was an option as she felt her bladder fill more and more. Of course, she was also an advocate of staying well-hydrated and was part of the reason everyone had to pee so badly and, of course, she was just as well-hydrated as the rest of them- maybe even more so.
That did not spell out a happy ending for her, but she knew that she of all people could not go back on what she had said about using the ocean. She would hold it, and she might even wet herself, but she wouldn't do the very thing she had insisted the other girls not do.
She noticed, while looking around and thinking about this, that Flannery had become very fidgety and nervous-looking. She had not said anything about it yet, but it was clear from the look on her face that she panicking and probably had to pee pretty badly.
In fact, that seemed to be spreading quite a bit. Even Erika and Sabrina, for all their composure, could not really hide the fact that they had to go as well, and Clair looked like she was going to lose it at any moment. She was frantic, having given up all pretenses of looking under control in favor of grabbing herself to try and prevent the inevitable.
She had had to pee for quite some time now, and the wait was just too much for her. The others watched as the liquid ran down her legs, barely noticeable on her dark bathing suit. But the puddle forming in the sand made it very obvious what was going on with her.
Seeing all of this was too much for Jasmine. She was trying so hard not to let go, but her bladder was so incredibly full and the ocean was right there, splashing, and the other girls were wetting themselves, and it was just more than she could take. Even with her hands between her legs, even as she hopped around and squirmed, nothing was making her situation any better.
She could feel a few drops escape, and she wailed and moaned, doubling her efforts to hold it back. Tears sprang up in her eyes as she felt a bigger spurt leak out of her, dampening her yellow swimsuit. The dam had been broken, and the spurts just kept coming against her will.
Finally, the spurts came together in one big burst as her bladder emptied out. She sniffled, looking down to watch her bathing suit grow darker along with the sand beneath her. The relief felt great, but this was overshadowed by the humiliation of wetting herself in front of everyone like this.
Of course, as it had been with everyone, the others acted as though they had paid no attention to her accident. It was becoming so commonplace that many of them really had not. After seeing it with Clair, it was nothing for someone like Jasmine to lose control, and nobody wanted to make her feel bad, anyway.
Not only was she not the first to wet herself, but she would certainly not be the last. Both Erika and Janine were at the end of their ropes. Janine's panic had pushed her a bit too far, and Erika may have acted cool for a long time, but she had also been covering up her desperation for a long time, and both were soon doubled up, squirming as they fought against their bladders.
It was almost simultaneous when they lost complete control, and neither one was sure which start wetting herself first. Both were too preoccupied with their own problem to notice the other's until they were had both finished soaking themselves at about the same time.
Janine's bathing suit, being black, didn't show much of the damage, but Erika's yellow one showed the dark patch rather clearly. Both stood in the same sandy puddles that had been popping up all over, and there was still no sign of the shuttle bus that would get them closer to being cleaned up or save the remaining girls the same humiliation.
Misty was aching with how desperate she was, and she didn't want to have to hurt herself holding it anymore if there really was no chance of her finding relief any time soon. She didn't know when they would get back to the hotel, but she did not think it was worth it to force herself to keep holding on.
She sat down in the sand, ignoring anyone who might have been looking at her, and tried to relax. One more puddle amongst many wouldn't change much, right? And so she let go, her pee soaking through the blue bottoms of her bathing suit before being absorbed by the sand beneath her.
The relief was instant and amazing as her bladder relaxed and emptied itself, so quickly that eventually the sand could not keep up with absorbing and she felt a deeper puddle forming around her. She couldn't hold back a sigh of relief, grinning a bit to herself as she finished wetting. She didn't know if anyone had noticed what she had done, but she felt so good that she did not care.
Meanwhile, Candice and Maylene had taken off by themselves, slightly apart from the rest of the gym leaders. They had become close friends over time, almost a bit closer than most friends, though neither had gotten up the nerve to try and make the step to enter a relationship.
“I really don't know if I'm going to be able to make it,” said Candice, looking so nervous that it nearly broke Maylene's heart.
“Me neither,” she said, nodding. “But we'll be okay! I know you're gonna be alright, you're strong!” Truth be told, Maylene was not sure at all. She was so desperate that she felt she would burst at any moment, and Candice looked like she was worse off! Still, she owed it to her friend to try to stay strong.
Their attention was so focused on one another that they did not notice Winona losing her own battle. But, then again, Winona had been so reserved about everything that no one had even noticed she was desperate, and few noticed her wetting herself at all.
But Liza and Tate had been near her when it happened, and both watched in horror as it did. The kids were nearing their limits, and it was so painful to have to feel as if they were nearing their limits twice over. There was a small comfort in the knowledge that half of the pain was not real, and that they were not as full as they felt, but that comfort did not go far.
And still Candice was growing more and more frantic, squirming in place as Maylene watched helplessly, unable to do anything to assist her dear friend. Not to mention, the situation in her own bladder made it incredibly hard to focus on anything else, even helping Candice. She kept up her reassuring words, but her voice grew more and more strained and she sounded less and less convincing.
They were torn out of their private conversation by a loud gasp from Sabrina. Of all the gym leaders, she was the one standing nearest to them, and they could plainly see the dark spot spreading on her magenta bikini bottoms. The sound of her pee splashing against the sand did not help matters at all.
Candice moaned quietly as she watched Sabrina wet herself, crossing her own legs tightly and mumbling, “I can't, I can't, I can't. I can't hold it, Maylene, I really can't anymore!”
Cringing at a painful throb from her bladder, Maylene said, “N-no, you can...I know you can, w-we both can and...” She trailed off, unable to continue speaking. She knew that neither would probably end up making it, but she fought against this knowledge both for her own sake and for the sake of making Candice feel better.
The two friends were losing quickly, but Maylene was a fighter and she would not stop encouraging Candice to not give up, nor would she herself give up until the bitter end, no matter how hard the challenge may be. It would not be a long ride on the shuttle bus, they just had to make it until it got there.
Liza and Tate shared the same goal, but it was an even more unrealistic one for the young twins. Their desperation was past the point of being critical, and they really were just too young to be expected to hold out for this long. Their efforts had been impressive, considering all who had lost control before them, but both were past the point of any hope for control.
They looked at one another, both hoping for comfort from their sibling only to be met with identical desperate stares, and the identical posing with their hand between their legs as they doubled over. If not for the subtle differences in appearance, they would look like mirror images of one another.
And so they began to wet themselves in perfect unison, dropping their hands as they did so and sighing in disappointment and relief. Their stream lasted for quite some time, a surprising amount for their small size. When it was finally over, they both looked down at what they had done with teary eyes, humiliated by their inability to wait.
But then they saw that their twin was about to cry, and all thoughts of worrying about themselves vanished. Liza embraced Tate and Tate embraced Liza, and the two went to every effort to comfort one another, holding on tight and whispering reassuring words to their sibling.
They were so wrapped up in one another that they did not notice the spectacle that Flannery put on as she reached her own limit.
“No, no, no, no,” she cried, her voice panicked as she hopped from foot to foot with a hand between her legs. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung agape, and she might have looked funny if nearly everyone else had not felt the exact same pain already. It was not surprising to anyone that a few lines of fluid began to make their way down her legs, spreading until they blended together, soaking her tankini bottoms and adding yet another puddle to the sand.
Again, Candice watched in horror, the sight and sound of it making her struggle that much more difficult, increasing her panic. She grabbed between her legs, whimpering pathetically. Maylene could not even speak, though it killed her to be unable to help in any way. She knew that she and her friend, the last ones left dry, would be left dry for long.
“No, please, no,” Candice whispered, her voice breaking. Before Maylene could attempt to ask her if she was okay, she could see the light blue bikini turn to a darker shade and heard the pattering of Candice's pee hitting the sand. She whimpered again, the contents of her bladder gushing out rapidly. Maylene would have been impressed by how much she had held if she didn't feel so sorry for her and the sound didn't nearly push her to the same point.
And as she watched Candice wet herself and thought about the others who had before her, it hit Maylene all at once that she was the only one who had not done it. She was the last one standing, and in her current condition, she could not really do anything to comfort Candice. With nothing left to prove to anyone, and her desire to make her friend feel better about this, she was left with only one option.
Almost the instant Candice had finished wetting herself, Maylene relaxed her body and released all that she had fought to hold for so long. She was immediately overwhelmed by the glorious sensation of finally being able to let go and empty. It seemed to go on for ages, but eventually, the flow shortened and then stopped, and the ache in her bladder muscles faded.
She exchanged weak smiles with Candice, who did not look nearly as upset anymore. It had been an interesting day, and a retreat that none of them would likely forget any time soon, but all that mattered to Maylene was that she had kept her best friend happy.
Just as she was thinking this, she heard the familiar sound of the shuttle bus finally arriving.
A/N: Like I said, mass desperations are not really my forte, but I tried my best here. Hopefully it was up to your standards! |
Italy opened his eyes as he rose awake. He yawned and stretched and was ready to greet the day. He looked at the clock on his nightstand and he suddenly panicked. The clock read 6:30. Italy knew he had to meet Germany at the park for training at 7:00. He had been late before, but if he was late one more time, he didn't even wanna think about what would happen. So he quickly sprang out of bed and started to get dressed. He quickly put on his sailor suit, his pants, and shoes. Once he was dressed, he walked out of his room to go downstairs to the kitchen. While he was walking downstairs, he realized he hadn't used the bathroom yet. But he decided to skip it because he didn't want to waste anymore time. So he entered the kitchen, ate a quick breakfast, and had a few cups of coffee to wake himself up a bit. Then he checked the clock. 6:45. He only had 15 minutes to get to the park. So he quickly grabbed a water botttle and he ran out the door. The park wasn't all that far from his house. But he still knew that he had to hurry. As he was running, he felt the liquid sloshing around in his bladder. Italy stopped running and gave himself a firm squeeze. He made a mental note to ask Germany to go to the bathroom once he got to the park. Once he let go of his crotch, he continued to run to the park before he was late.
~~~~~~~~~Time Skip to the Park~~~~~~~~
Luckily, Italy made it to the park on time. He ran towards the track where Germany was waiting for him. "Italy! You vhere on time zhis time. Good job." Italy smiled and was about to give Germany a hug when a wave of desparation washed over him. Italy pinched his thighs together tightly and fidgeted a little bit. He knew he had to ask Germany to use the bathroom or he'd have to hold it through a 3 hour training session. "Um...Germany.......c-can I use the bathroom before we start?", he asked with a bit of urgency in his voice. Germany shook his head and said, "No Italy. You should've gone before you left your house. You can go vhen you take your break in 2 hours." This was not the answer that Italy wanted to hear. In fact, it worried him. He already had to go pretty badly, and he wasnt sure if he could hold it for 2 hours. But before he could say so, Germany spoke up. "Alright, Italy. Start running your laps until I tell you to stop." Italy reluctantly started running around the track. Since it was actually pretty warm outside, he started slowly sipping at his water bottle. About half way through his first lap, he felt the water starting to catch up to him and his need grew more. Italy started to get worried. Since Germany wasn't near him, he stopped running and quickly grabbed himself and crossed his legs. Despite doing these, he felt a drop of urine escape his bladder. Italy gasped loudly and squeezed his crotch a bit tighter. Once he was in control, he started running again, but a bit slower so he didn't upset his bladder. He was hoping his break would come soon so he could releive his swollen bladder. He really didn't want to have an accident, especially not in front of Germany. He continued running and by the time he finished 5 laps, he was fidgeting all over the place. Italy considered asking Germany to use the bathroom again, but when he started walking over to him, a spurt of urine leaked from his bladder and dampened his boxers a little bit. Italy quickly grabbed his crotch with both hands and bounced slightly. He glanced around and he saw Germany looking right at him. Italy blushed deeply and continued to run. About 3 minutes later, he had to stop running again because his bladder leaked again, in longer spurts this time. A baseball sized stain appeared on Italy's pants. He doubled over and squeezed his throbbing member tightly. Tears started forming in his eyes. This was really starting to hurt. He tried to stop his spurts, but they admittedly felt good. Even just getting a half second of relief was good for Italy. But all he wanted was to get full relief and empty his bladder of all that he drank. Italy put both hands on his crotch and ran as fast as he could around the track. He didn't care if anyone saw him. He didn't even care if they laughed at him. He just wanted to pee. As soon as he ran around the track, he made his way back to Germany, ready to burst. Italy looked up at the German and pleaded, "Please, Please Germany! I really need to pee! Please let me go! Please!" Italy crossed his legs and fidgeted all around, his hands still gripping his throbbing member. He had been desperate during training before, but never THIS desparate. He whimpered as another spurt left his bladder and trailed down his leg. He was at his limit. Germany gave the italian a smypathetic look. Then he spoke, "Alright Italy. You have my permission to go." Italy wasted no time. He didn't think he could make it to the porta-potty on the other side of the park. So he quickly ran over to a nearby tree. He tryed to unbutton his pants, but unfortunately, thats when Italy's muscles decided to give in. It started with a few spurts, but then the flood gates fully opened and he was peeing full force into his pants. Italy grabbed his crotch, trying to stop the flow, but it was useless. He removed his hand from his crotch and let out a huge sigh of relief as his bladder continued to empty. Warm pee made its way down Italy's legs. It soaked through his pants and fell onto the grass below. It felt so good to finally let go. After what felt like hours, he was finally finished. Italy turned around and looked at Germany. He just stared at Italy in utter shock. Had his friend really just had an accident? Italy fell to his knees and started crying into his hands. He was so embarrased. He just had an accident in front of Germany. "I-I-I'm sorry Germany! I-I couldn't hold it anymore!", said Italy with a shaking voice. Germany walked over to the crying Italian. He bent down and embraced him. Italy hugged him back and cryed into his shoulder. Germany rubbed his back soothingly. "It's ok, Italy. You really had to go. I should've have let you. It is my fault.", said Germany. Italy looked up at the German and shivered. His wet pants were starting to get cold. "G-Germany...........c-can I please go home and change?", whispered Italy. Germany nodded and said, "Ja......and take zhis." Germany took off his jacket and tied it around Italy's waist. "And....training is canceled for today", said Germany giving a sympathetic smile. Italy stood up and smiled at Germany. "Grazie....", he said. He started to walk home. As he walked, Italy made another mental note. No matter how late he was, he had to always go to the bathroom before training. He was still a little bit embarresed, but he decided to make himself feel better by changing his clothes, watching some TV and eating some pasta!
THE END! (^_^) (please no hate! This is my first omorashi fanfic. Any constructive critisisim is fine thanks!) |
There was a sickening mix of dread and excitement in the pit of Gina’s stomach as she lowered the radio to hear her GPS’s final instruction.
“In one mile, turn left on Lost Pine Way.”
She could feel the vibrations from the towering stereos already. Light spilled into the street as would a beacon to wayward sailors. The air was electric. Not only had Gina received her first invitation to a party in her hometown, not only was it to one of the notorious mansion bashes of the Petro twins, but she had been personally asked to come by John Petro himself.
The Petros were the wealthiest and, surprise surprise, the most popular kids in the town of Weymont. John Petro was the classic wide-shouldered, chiseled chinned, buff football star that every town seems to have. Despite his legendary status, he remained modest and friendly. Throughout high school, he was perpetually beset by a gaggle of horny girls. Gina hadn’t realized he had ever even known her name.
John’s sister, Allison, had a mean streak, to put it lightly. She was the queen bee, with a reputation as large as her brother’s but minus the kindheartedness. She tortured Gina throughout all twelve years of public school, as Gina was shy and eccentric. The athletic bodied Allison’s favorite ammo against Gina was her brutal comments upon Gina’s lackluster looks.
But Gina, once quite the ugly duckling, had finally transformed. She wasn’t a swan necessarily, but her first year of college had seen her discover the unconventional beauty that lay buried beneath an untamed head of hair and an unfortunate plague of acne. Now Gina, clear skin and short black hair with a punk rock streak of blue down the side, had caught the eye of John Petro.
She had just arrived home for the summer when she was messaged by John on Facebook: “Hi Gina! I know we didn’t talk too often in high school, but my sister and I are throwing a party at our place this weekend if you’d like to come. Hope to see you there!”
Allison Petro meandered around the enormous lawn of her mansion, basking in the barely hidden gazes of the male attendees. She wore a low cut tee and shorts that left nothing to the imagination. She carried her phone in one hand and a beer in the other, her fourth cup of the night.
Dozens of guests mingled inside and out, dancing and discussing their first years of college. A keg was set up in the living room and the DJ in the parlor. Few people went upstairs (except to use the bathroom), as it only contained a few bedrooms and the large balcony.
Inspired by the significant quantity of beer in her system, Allison began seeking a hook up buddy for the night. She watched the last remaining cars arrive, hoping to find someone more appealing than the riffraff that had already started partying. Nobody of special interest pulled up until a familiar girl pulled up. Allison, livid, approached her brother.
“The fuck, John? Did you invite that weird bitch Gina?”
John, painfully used to his sister’s sour attitude, responded calmly, “Yeah, I did. She’s a cool girl. Maybe if you’d stop judging her for a minute you’d actually like her.”
“I’d laugh if I wasn’t so disgusted. I don’t even know-“
“Gina! Over here!” John interrupted his sister and waved to the latest guest. The timid girl walked over gingerly.
“Oh, um, hi John. Thanks for the invite,” Gina stammered, forcing herself not to break eye contact. She glanced to the scowling girl next to him. “Hi Allison.”
Allison huffed and walked away.
“Don’t mind her,” John apologized. “Why don’t you go grab a drink?”
Gina perked up immediately. “I’d love to!”
The night raged on and the booze flowed like a river. Gina drank beer after beer, shot after shot, silently hoping to impress John with the drinking abilities she had developed in college. She was a relatively small girl, but she could hold her own against even the frat guys at her school.
John, of course, was busy talking to guests and making sure his parent’s mansion wasn’t trashed, but he still stole a few minutes here and there to talk to Gina; a gesture that gave her immense joy.
Allison did the same, although much of her conversations consisted of mocking the less popular guests, Gina chief among them. She too was a champion drinker, and was on par with Gina’s drink count.
It wasn’t long before both had bladders full to the brim with the result of the excessive liquor.
Allison stepped over a passed out guest to reach the staircase. The urge to pee had become overwhelming out of nowhere. She sprinted up the stairs only to crash into a guy standing at the end of a winding line.
“You ok?” The guy asked.
Allison recollected herself and said yes. She couldn’t help but dance around as her pressing need overtook her tendency to act dignified.
“You can go ahead of me. You look like you really need to go.”
Allison feigned shock. She had an image to maintain. She wanted others to see her as above human, almost as a goddess, and as far as she was concerned goddesses don’t urinate. “Uh, no I don’t! I was just looking for someone.” She quickly scampered back down the stairs, fighting the urge to cross her legs. She didn’t even notice Gina walking past her.
Gina, apparently less appealing than Allison, was not afforded the same courtesy by the guy at the end of the line, despite the fact that she had to pee just as badly. The sound of the toilet flushing echoed down the hallway, which caused Gina to fidget even more. She had been in similar predicaments over the past year of college, but never had she found herself in a line this long.
Minutes passed with nearly no movement. She tried to focus her mind elsewhere, but the mental image of sweet relief continuously snuck into her subconscious. There were clearly many desperate people in the line, as shown by their constant squirming, but Gina couldn’t imagine their need being worse than hers.
A toilet flushed and a girl walked out of the bathroom, relief plastered all over her face. The line moved torturously slowly as someone else took the girls place. Gina began to genuinely fear that she might lose control. Always the calculating type, she approximated a wait of about twenty more minutes before she would have a turn in the bathroom. She also concluded that she had about fifteen minutes before she peed, bathroom or not.
With those ominous thoughts swimming through her head, she began to consider her options.
Allison found herself constantly stopped by guys fueled with lust and liquid courage. Her ultimate goal was to sneak away from the party and pee at the nearby diner, but her stunning body and skimpy outfit attracted men like flies. There was no way she could escape without being noticed.
Allison barely spoke two words to each guy that flagged her down. She was lucky she was known for being curt. No one would suspect she was really just desperate for a toilet.
Many guests, male and female, had opted to pee along the line of trees by the side of the mansion, but Allison believed herself to be far too classy for such primal behavior. She was steadily inching towards the road, where she planned to dash off to the diner once she was fully out of sight. She was getting close now. Just about fifty feet and she was home free. She could barely hold it, but at least relief was just around the-
“Yooo, Allison! What’s up? How you doing?” a group of guys chorused as they inadvertently prevented her escape.
Gina broke away from the line and made for the stairs. She figured she’d simply have to pee outside somewhere. But where? She had seen a few people dashing behind the trees, but she had a shy bladder. She couldn’t pee around other people and what if, god forbid, John were to stumble upon her with her pants around her ankles. No, outside was a no go.
She stopped at the top of the stairs and looked down the opposite end of the hallway. Making sure no one in the bathroom line saw her, she quickly rushed into a room on the far right. She closed the door behind her slowly. The queen sized bed and velvet drapes seemed to indicate the parent’s bedroom.
Well now what? she thought. She wasn’t going to just pee on the carpet, as much as that was seeming more and more appealing. Glancing around, she a sliding glass door that led to a fancy marble floored balcony. Works for me. She slipped out onto the balcony that hung over the back of the mansion. All the guests were located around the front yard, so nobody would see what she was about to do.
Gina pulled down her jeans, stepped onto a conveniently placed chair, and hoisted herself onto the railing.
It was now or never. Allison had finally broken away from her latest group of harassers and deemed her situation a lost cause. She was just about to pee her pants and the diner was just a little too far away to hold it in long enough. She stiffly shuffled past the partygoers without acknowledging their attempts to catch her eye. She would have to pee outside, but she decided she could save herself an extra shred of dignity by picking a spot in the back where nobody else was. People would see her walking there and would probably correctly theorize her goal, but it least she wouldn’t be giving anyone a free show.
Once she made it behind the mansion, she dashed to a spot a few feet in front of the wall. She ripped her shorts down and positioned herself into a high squat. An absolute torrent of pee shot out of her at a record speed. She silently willed the stream to quiet down, paranoid someone would hear it and come to investigate, but her bladder was currently independent of the rest of her body. She tried to move her shoes away from the rapidly growing puddle, but she couldn’t avoid some contact due to the sheer quantity of urine on the ground.
She sighed, her pee not even halfway through. The dirt all around her was soaked through with pee and she did not look forward to trudging through the pee-mud when she finished. Her mind began to wander as her stream continued its endless gush. She thought of which guy she might like to hook up with later. She thought of what she planned to do over the summer. She thought of the type of new car she wanted for her birthday. She thought of the weather. She didn’t recall seeing anything about rain but suddenly her head was getting sprinkled.
She glanced up, trying to keep her balance so as not to spray her leg, and was greeted with a thick stream of pee right in her face.
Gina couldn’t start her pee right away. She felt like an ocean was in her bladder, yet it wouldn’t release. After about thirty seconds of nothing, she closed her eyes and pretended she was sitting on a toilet. Finally she began to pee.
Seconds later she heard a bloodcurdling scream from directly below her. The shock nearly caused her to fall off the railing, but she steadied herself.
“Oh my god!” came a voice from below. “Someone’s peeing on me! Help! Oh god, it’s in my mouth!”
Gina panicked. She hopped off the railing, pee still streaming out of her but miraculously missing her clothes, and quickly squatted on the balcony floor to release more of her bladder’s contents. She cut the stream off midflow and sprinted into the bedroom and out into the hallway.
The yells of the girl below her couldn’t be heard by anyone in the house due to the blaring music, so no one had any reason to notice Gina silently making her way to the back of the bathroom line. She figured it’d be the most inconspicuous place to hide, and besides, she still had to pee a bit.
“Hey John, I just wanted to thank you again for inviting me. I had so much fun and I’d really like to do it again some time!” Gina said to her crush as she prepared to go home. Hours had passed since the incident and people couldn’t stop talking about it.
The outside guests, far enough removed from the music to hear Allison’s cries, ran around the back to see a sight no one would ever forget. Allison lay on her back in a large puddle of her own pee, her pants around her ankles, urine still spraying out of her and into the air. Phones immediately began flashing to capture the moment.
She was screaming about someone peeing on her, but nobody saw anyone when they looked up at the balcony. Her cries were written off as drunken rambling. Allison now lay sobbing in her room, obsessively checking social media to see how quickly the videos of her were spreading. Long story short, it went viral.
“Hey no problem, Gina! I’m glad you came,” John said as he embraced her. “I’m disappointed I didn’t get the chance to know you in high school, but I’d like to change that now. Want to catch a movie tomorrow night?”
Gina smiled. Life was good.
Edited September 4, 2015 by peelove64
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Hi everyone.. I wrote this story (and a couple more) a while back and had posted on WetPantsBoy. I thought I would share them with you all. Hope you like it. :) I'm no professional writer, but I did my best, lol.
High school senior, Johnny woke up Tuesday morning for school.. He awoke with an erection and had to pee pretty bad. He immediately jumped out of bed and went into the bathroom.
He dropped his shorts and turned on the shower. The rushing water made him grab himself and squeeze his legs together. He quickly finished adjusting the temperature and jumped in the tub.
He relaxed and let the piss flow out of him into the tubs drain...
"Ahh....."
He had always needed to pee more than the other guys at school, usually going to the bathroom every hour-and-a-half to two hours, always between classes.
He got out of the shower and finished getting dressed. He just put on a long, white t-shirt and black basketball shorts and basketball shoes. He grabbed his bag, and the 32-ounce bottle of water he normally carried with him throughout the day. He left his house and walked half a block to his bus stop, arriving at 7:30 AM right when the bus pulled up. He got on the bus and went to the back and sat with his friend, Pablo. He didn't seem as relaxed as usual.
"Hey dude," Johnny said.
"Hey.." Hey Pablo said quickly. Johnny asked him what's wrong. "I forgot to take my morning piss." Johnny laughed a bit. Pablo knew that Johnny was into pee desperation and knew that it might turn him on. Johnny put his backpack on his lap to conceal the erection he was already getting. The bumpy bus ride only Pablo feel worse. He gently grabbed himself through his basketball shorts. Johnny kept sneaking glances.
The bus pulled into the school parking lot at 8:00 AM and both boys got off. They both immediately made their way to the locker room to hang out for a bit. There was nobody else in there. John and Pablo walked over the urinals and whipped both their dicks out of their basketball shorts and started peeing. John looked over at Pablo's uncut dick, the piss flowing out of it and hitting the urinal wall. Pablo knew Johnny was gay, but didn't mind him watching, as long as he didn't touch. They were best friends.
They hung out with their other friends while waiting for 1st period to start at 8:45. They were lucky enough to have all their classes together. 1st class was History. At 9:50 they were all busy doing bookwork and chatting while the teacher sat typing at his computer. Johnny started to feel a little pressure in his bladder as he started to need to pee again.
He looked around at the few buff athletes that were always trying to stay hydrated, carrying big jugs of water around with them all day. He wondered how they were able to hold their pee as long as they do.
He asked one of the football players and he replied, "It's not that hard for me to hold it. You should try it."
Johnny thought about it for a second then looked at Pablo, and replied, "Alright." And he grabbed his full 32 ounce bottle of water, which is also the same amount he knew he could pee if his bladder was completely full. He opened the cap and started chugging it. He finished the whole bottle and the football player reached in his bag and pulled out another 20 ounce bottle of water and dared Johnny to drink that too and hold it until lunch (11:50). Pablo asked Johnny if he was sure he wanted to do that. Johnny knew his bladder could not hold that much for another hour and a half, as the 10:15 bell was about to ring. But as horny as he was getting from the idea of the desperation, he decided to go for it. He took the 20 ounce bottle and quickly chugged it all a few seconds before the bell rang. The football player laughed a little as he stood up and walked out of the class, carrying his half-full half-gallon jug. Johnny already felt a bit of pressure in his bladder, as this is the time he would usually go pee before going to 2nd period, which was Gym class.
As Pablo and Johnny walked across campus toward the gym. Pablo said, "You know what, I think I'm gonna try to hold it with you so you're not alone, hehe. I already gotta pee anyway, so this should be fun..." Pablo and Johnny went by the vending machine and Pablo got 3 big 20-ounce bottles and immediately started chugging the first one. He barely finished it as they entered the classroom next to the gym. Then he started chugging the second one when they sat down and finished it as the coach finished taking attendance. Johnny was starting to feel a little more surge of pressure from his bladder as leaned forward and back slightly. He knew he made a mistake. Meanwhile, the football player from 1st period was sitting one row up, chugging the rest of his half-gallon jug. At 10:30 the coach dismissed the boys to go change in the locker rooms. He said today was free gym/field day, meaning the students could go out and play football or hang out in the gym. They went into the locker room as Pablo finished the 3rd bottle water and started undressing. Johnny and Pablo took off their shirts. Johnny could that his bladder was already expanding outward a little bit. He could see that Pablo's was expanding a bit more, but Pablo always had better bladder control than Johnny.
"Damn, I gotta piss," Johnny said to Pablo.
"Yeah, me too," Pablo said, with a slightly worried look on his face. "I actually don't think I'll make it to the end of class this time."
"I KNOW I won't make it," replied Johnny.
"Bet I can hold it longer than you," Pablo told Johnny.
Johnny, standing there in his boxers, Pablo in briefs, looked at him and said, "You're on."
At about 10:45 they went out onto the gym floor and started shooting hoops with some of the guys. They were able to keep their minds of their quickly filling bladders for about 25 minutes or so. Then Johnny squeezed his legs together and hunched over a little. A big wave of water and pressure just hit inside of him. He looked over at Pablo and saw him standing with his legs crossed and his hands in front his penis. They sat down on a bench next to each other.
"I gotta pee," Johnny said.
"Me too," replied Pablo. "All that water just ran right through me." They looked up at the clock. 11:15. "Think you can hold it another 35 minutes?"
"No! I can barely stand up straight right now," Johnny exclaimed. They both got up and walked out the door and into the empty locker room. The old shower heads were leaky and dripped onto the tile floor, echoing through the whole locker room. Pablo and Johnny sat down on a bench. Johnny looked at Pablo and started to get hard as he watch Pablo cross his legs and start bouncing them. Johnny was starting to starting to sweat, and so was Pablo. He knew that any minute he would start leaking. Pablo stood up and revealed that he had a boner in his shorts. Johnny then felt it. The first spurt as he stood up, bent over his hands grabbing his dick. Pablo was standing with his legs crossed and one hand in his shorts holding his hard dick.
Just then the big football player burst into the locker room door with a panicked look on his sweaty face. He was slightly bent over and clearly about to pee his pants. But when he saw Johnny and Pablo, he walked over to them while holding himself.
"You guys gotta pee?" he asked.
"Yeah," Pablo and Johnny replied. the clock on the wall read 11:30.
"Ha, I can wait longer than you losers," the football player replied. They all stood around the lockers grabbing themselves and fidgeting. But then Pablo moaned and a spurt of pee sprayed through his mesh shorts. He then bolted to the bathroom, which was in a separate room attached to the locker room. But when he pushed the door, it wouldn't open. Pablo came back over and told us.
Just then the football player said, "Oh, no.." and his shorts started turning dark, and the trickle of clear piss hit concrete floor, accompanied by the sound of it hissing inside the tall, muscular football player's light gray shorts. He just stood there, with the flood gates wide open, with his pee running a few feet into one of the locker room drain holes. This was too much for Johnny. He felt a short spurt, but he couldn't hold it back, and just decided to let it go. His black shorts shone with the wetness, and the piss ran down his hairy legs and onto the floor, forming a puddle around him. Pablo, still hunched over and holding his dick for dear life, let out another spurt, then just dropped his shorts to the floor and started peeing on the floor. He let out a huge sigh of relief.
They all looked at each other with red faces. Then Pablo smiled and cheerfully said, "I won!"
Pablo, Johnny, and even the football player got boners from all of this. They decided that they should shower before the rest of the students come back in. So they all stripped down completely naked, put their soaked gym shorts and shirts in their lockers and went to the showers. Johnny decided that he should pee some more before he goes to lunch, so he relaxed and started peeing in the shower. He looked over and saw that Pablo and the football player were both peeing more as well. They all had drank more water than their bladders could hold. Johnny was so horny and was about to cum, so he turned his back to them and started jacking off. But then the football player started to jack off, and then Pablo decided to join in. So they all turned and faced each other as there was no point in hiding it. Then Johnny came harder than he ever had in his life, followed shortly by Pablo and the football player.
They finished showering and went back to lockers and got dressed, just as the first of the rest of the students started walking through the locker room doors. The coach came in behind them and unlocked the bathroom door. Johnny and Pablo just looked at each other. Then the bell rang. 11:50, time for lunch. They walked out toward the cafeteria and Johnny smiled and asked Pablo, "Hey, do you wanna some iced teas?"
Pablo replied, "Sure." |
(I just found this story lying in my hard drive so I decided to post it here. I wrote it around 6-7 years back, so don't expect too much out of it. It is just something I wrote for fun back then.)
Today was finally the day of our much awaited trip to the Rajmahal Fort. As I stepped out of my bed, the cool morning breeze flowing in through the window, promised of a fun filled day ahead.
The other day, while I was on phone with Parul ,she suddenly came up with this idea to go for an outing along with our group of friends from school. Coming weekend accompanied the fervor of the day before New Year’s, a perfect time to hang out with friends. To be true, my college life sucked, and I really needed some action , so here I was, getting my car out of the garage as the thrill and excitement of what was to come, filled me. After picking up Suyash, Parul , Preeti and Sneha from their places , we began our 5 hour long journey to the village where our destination, The Rajmahal Fort was situated.
The village also hosted an annual fair at this point of the year, which was quite popular in the region , so a visit there was on the cards too.
Soon enough the car cabin was filled with bursts of laughter and anecdotes of our school lives, God what I would have given to be with my friends.
Since the day we were done with our schooling , this was the first time we had caught up with each other. Our hectic schedules never allowed us to spare time for our friends, hence this trip meant lot more to me than just an outing, it was more like getting my childhood back for a moment.
As I drove, Parul, who was sitting next to me took a bottle of water out from her bag and had a sip. I couldn’t help but notice that the bottle was already half empty.
She wore a small white skirt that day, matched with a blue top. Her long black hair tucked behind her ears, made my heart skip a beat. I tried concentrating on driving, since the traffic was heavy and being distracted was the last thing I wanted to be right now.
“You brought what I asked you for?” , I heard Sneha’s voice .
“How would I ever forget that?” Suyash replied with a faint laugh.
I took a glimpse from my rear view mirror, to get a hold of what they were talking about. I saw Suyash unzip his carry bag and he whipped out two cans of beer, handing one over to Sneha.
“You guys want some?” he asked, showing his bag full of beer cans.
“No not at all!” Parul replied with a bit of disgust on her face.
“If I knew you’d be bringing alcohol, I would have never tagged along ” Preeti stated, turning her face away to look out of the window.
“Oh come on guys, chill” Sneha countered, “It’s not like we are forcing you to have it” she added.
Suddenly there was an air of discomfort and uneasiness amongst us, “Dude, how much beer did you bring along anyway?” I asked.
“Oh I brought a couple of six packs” Suyash replied.
“Okay, but just make sure you don’t drink too much” I suggested as our car blazed its way against the wind.
As Suyash and Sneha enjoyed their drinks, I put on the radio to turn everyone’s mood a little lighter.
It was around 8:30 am when we reached the outskirts of the city. I shot a look at Preeti through the mirror.
I saw her, leaning her head out of the window as the wind rustled through her hair, just a thought of how beautiful she was ran through my mind.
“Are there any toilets ahead?” she asked, breaking my flow of thoughts, “I don’t know”, I replied. We had been on the road for just half an hour and she needed to go already?
“Hey do you both want to have some fruit juice?” Preeti asked, ignoring Suyash and Sneha as she turned around and retrieved her carry bag from the trunk.
“No, I am good” I replied.
“Well, looks like it’s going to be just you and me then” Preeti said, taking out a 1200ml carton of Guava flavored juice and passing it over to Parul, as she kept the Pomegranate variant for herself, “I brought these along for all of us but since, no one else is interested…” she taunted, trying to highlight her annoyance towards the alcohol consumption by my other two best friends.
“Is there any way we could have it by lunch?” Parul asked, showing her carton of juice.
“They are chilled right now, they may not taste as good later” Preeti replied.
“Okay..” Parul said , opening it to have a gulp. Within 20 minutes , both of them had chugged down their cartons empty.
As I drove rather slowly looking for a place to stop, Parul suddenly pointed out, “Look , a dhabha!”
Dhabhas are these cheap restaurants mostly found along highways. I love dhabhas for the fact that mostly the food is fresh and delicious with a really earthy flavor to it.
Seemed like it was the time to make a pit stop. As soon as I parked, as expected Parul and Preeti went straight for the only toilet stall present, while Suyash and Sneha didn’t bother to get out as they were busy drinking and chatting.
I too went to a nearby snacks stall to get all of us something to eat. As the vendor handed over five samosas to me, Parul and Preeti came back.
“Wow, that was fast…” I said.
“The toilets here are so filthy, I just couldn’t step in, let’s go somewhere else…” Preeti stated.
“Are you sure? I mean, I’m not sure if there are any toilets near ahead..” I responded.
“Nah, we are fine” Parul quoted, “By the way those samosas look tasty”, she said, before we gorged on them, this moment took me back to the days when we used to share our lunch at school. Those days were the best days!
After we had our small but spicy snack, we all felt the need for something to drink ,so I ordered three glasses of lassi for us at the dhabha counter.
Lassi is this sweet drink made out of yogurt and it tastes really good. While we were enjoying each sip of our lassi, I saw Suyash get out of the car and head for the toilet. Man, does alcohol does catch up quickly.
After draining our big glasses dry, all three of us got back to the car.
“Sneha, do you want something to eat?’ I asked putting my head inside through the window.
“No I am good” she stated, “I am having a headache actually…”. She looked a bit nauseated , hardly able to keep her eyes open now.
“I really don’t want you to throw up inside my car!” I joked.
“Don’t worry ,I won’t do that, I can hold my drinks just fine,” she replied, holding her forehead.
I shot a look at my wrist watch, it was 10 am, seriously who gets drunk like that at 10 am?!
I offered Suyash the left over samosa when he came back; even he looked slightly cranky.
Nevertheless as the journey progressed, both Suyash and Sneha fell asleep on the back seat of the car. After an hour, the rising temperature had started to parch my throat and I felt the need to quench my thirst again, “Preeti can I have a little water?”
“I am sorry,” she said, as she slid her hand between the two front seats holding her empty bottle of water besides me.
“I too have run out of water to drink,” Parul added slowly, making sure not to disturb the sleeping passengers.
After a while I stopped at a general store to buy myself a small pouch of water.
“Get me a bottle too,” Parul said, “…and don’t forget me!” Preeti added after her.
“Yeah sure” I answered. While buying from the store, I felt a strong need to pee.
The tall glass of lassi I had earlier was really catching up to me so I just decided to relive myself behind a wall before going back.
After I was done, I washed my hands, took the bottles of water from the shop counter and went back to my car, “Here you go…” I said , as I handed over a refrigerated bottle of water to Parul and Preeti each.
“Oh thank you,” Preeti said as she opened her bottle and took a sip, “I was so thirsty”.
After a really long and tiresome journey we finally reached the village by 1:00 pm. We paid tax on the toll booth, the fort was situated a few kilometers from there. All this while Parul and Preeti had been taking sips from their bottles .This was for the first time I observed a bulge around Parul’s abdomen. Was it her bladder filling?
If yes then it wasn’t long before she would have to make a trip to the ladies.
On the way , some monkeys sitting by the roadside caught our attention, a perfect opportunity to get some pictures for Facebook. Monkeys are a common sight in the villages of India, people here have religious sentiments attached to them, so we all hold monkeys in the highest of regards.
Parul , Preeti and I got out of the car and tried to click some pictures with our new friends but they just won’t pose for the camera. I shared some biscuits with them and their numbers increased from two to four within the blink of an eye.
On the other side of the road ,Preeti spotted a coconut water stall, “Hey Parul, let’s get one of those.”
I was left mesmerized, these pretty girls were loading themselves up on heavy amounts of fluids, it wouldn’t have taken long for their bladders to fill up like balloons at this rate.
Drinking coconut water is a great way to beat the heat and we rarely got to see any of these stalls in the city, so maybe grabbing one wasn’t a bad idea after all.
The vendor sliced off two coconuts by their heads and made a hole in them , he slid straws inside both before offering it to the girls, warding off any monkeys that tried to get a coconut from his stock.
“Would you like to have one?” Preeti offered.
“No thanks” I replied ,as monkeys surrounded me to snatch the remaining biscuits, after I lost whatever eatables I had in my hand, we all climbed back into the car, both girls relieved that the monkeys didn’t bother them.
As we progressed on our journey, we came across several open pieces of land where girls could have easily taken a pee, but they declined , wanting to wait for a proper loo.
The villagers had built houses on the either sides of the highway, with bangles to hand made embroidery on sale in the small shops they had opened in their houses. Most of their earnings were from the tourists who came along to visit the fort.
Eatables weren’t allowed inside the historical monument so we decided to have our lunch before we proceeded any further.
I located another of those dhabhas and parked. “Oh, are we stopping?” Suyash asked rubbing his eyes as he woke up, “I really have to hit the junk after all that beer.”
“I too have to go,” I thought, for me to be wanting to go again, Preeti and Parul would have had been bursting, but it didn’t look so.
Leaving Sneha sound asleep, the remaining four of us ventured out to freshen ourselves up and grab something to eat. As luck would have it ,there were no toilets there.
Me and Suyash took a leak amongst a cluster of trees just a few feet away from the road, while it indeed provided some cover, anyone squatting would have been clearly visible from a distance, so Parul and Preeti decided to hold it.
……
“I never knew that there was such a serious lack of loos around here” Parul said as we read through the food menu displayed on the dhabha’s wall.
I swallowed the lump in my throat before looking down at her swollen abdomen, it had grown bigger, much bigger than before. The thought of what a big gusher she might be building inside her bladder groped my mind. I couldn’t help but feel aroused now.
“Do you need to go bad?” I asked, assuming she would say yes.
“No, it’s fine” she replied instead, as she continued gazing at the portion of the dhabha’s wall written over with menu items,
“Let’s order that” she said pointing towards one of the options.
I wondered if she was lying, with her bladder that swollen, there should have been nothing but toilets on her mind.
“Yes that looks nice,” Preeti said, even she was sporting a prominent bulge, peeking out over the top of her blue jeans.
These ladies were definitely going to unload a gallon of pee later that day. It looked like they both were hiding footballs in their abdomens. I was surprised that not even one of them was desperate for the loos yet.
I was mighty turned on now. Later when all of us were waiting for our lunch to be served, I excused myself to the car to get my wallet. I found Parul’s second bottle of water empty, while Preeti’s sat one-fourth full.
Sneha looked pretty even while asleep, but I didn’t have time for this, since I had to keep an eye on both the girls.
I came back and sat next to Suyash, a boy placed glasses of water for us and went on to the next table.
As we all downed them empty, I noticed Parul rubbing her abdomen under the table. Maybe a sign that she was feeling the strain of her now full bladder.
While we had our lunch I couldn’t help but think about just how much Parul and Preeti had drunk earlier and the fact that they hadn’t been to the loos yet, told of their superior holding capability.
While Suyash complained about his hangover, I slightly peeped down the table to see if any of the girls were crossing their legs just in case they had started to feel desperate , but that didn’t seemed to be the case.
Both of them conveyed a relaxed demeanor, like they weren’t the ones holding back rivers of pee.
I was trying to keep my excitement hidden as we all talked and laughed. After our lunch, we all had another glass of water before heading back to the car, only to find Sneha drinking again.
“When did you get up?” I asked, “Don’t you want have your lunch?”
“No I’m good, aren’t there any loos around here?” This was when I noticed her crossed legs, one of the first signs that she was starting to grow desperate.
“I am afraid not” I replied, “Is it an emergency?” I asked, hoping at least she would say yes.
“Nah, it’s not an emergency, but it would have been good if I could go somewhere, all that beer is really making its way down.”
“There is nowhere you can go here, maybe we should drive along, look for a secluded place somewhere on the way?” I suggested.
“Oh yeah, that sounds great.” There was a ray of uneasiness in her tone, as if something was really bothering her, I suspected it to be her need to pee but alas, I had no proof.
“Talking about the loos, I too could use a good pee after all that water” Preeti stated, cutting into our conversation.
“Yes it would be good if the fort has a bathroom in it, ”Parul smirked, as she climbed in the car too.
I couldn’t believe my ears, three girls, all longing to pee were now inside my car and they had handed me the responsibility to find a loo. My state of arousal had reached a new peak by now as I had an erection like never before.
We took the way to the fort enjoying each bit of the scenic view around.
“I have drunk so much, I’ll be squatting for ages taking a piss” Sneha stated.
“After drinking like 9 cans of beer, you surely will” Suyash responded, in a tone that conveyed displeasure, obviously he was angry with Sneha for drinking almost entire lot of beer he had brought along.
I was finding it really difficult to drive with my dick really erect now. I was so turned on, my body was shaking with arousal.
As I parked near the banyan tree adjacent to the fort’s ticket counter, all three girls stepped out, “Are there any toilets around here?” Parul asked the man sitting inside.
“Yeah, you have to go behind the fort, there are loos there” he responded.
“Okay, thanks” she replied.
“Let’s go there first,” Preeti requested.
As we all walked towards the loo, I felt disheartened as the girls were now a few feet away from relieving themselves.
I so wanted them to hold it longer ,but it seemed that this was the end of it. What would have been a once in a lifetime opportunity to witness three girls desperate for the loos was coming to an abrupt closure.
I saw Sneha hobbling down the way, maybe her bladder was way too full to walk normally.
We reached there to find that it was one of those Tardis-type loos, which meant we would need some coins to get it open.
These type of loos were hard to find in India , but this seemed to be an exception.
“This is the first time I’m gonna use one” Parul smirked, before she asked me for some change, since none of the girls had carried their purse along.
I had some coins in my wallet but I said I didn’t have any. She then asked Suyash, but it turned out that he actually didn’t have any money on him.
“Looks like we will have to walk all the back to the car,” Sneha said, grabbing her butt with both her hands.
“No we can’t do that, once you are out of the main gate your ticket expires” I countered, I was happy with where this was going.
“Okay, fine let’s visit the fort first” Sneha stated, “But let’s get back soon, I really have to pee.”
I was so happy, excited and horny at that moment that I can’t even begin to describe it. My penis was almost pitching a tent through my jeans, making it really difficult to walk around normally.
As we all strode along the magnificent stone walls of the Rajmahal Fort, praising the exquisite carvings of the ancient period, I could notice that Preeti looked distressed now. Her bladder had expanded to great measures and it looked as if it was sticking out eight inches. She was repeatedly pulling the waistband of her jeans away, maybe because it was putting way too much pressure down there.
“Are you desperate?” I whispered , making sure no one else could listen.
“I can’t wait to pee” she answered, involuntarily rubbing her thighs together. On the other hand, one glance at Parul told that she was doing completely fine. She wasn’t showing any signs of desperation at all, although her bladder looked way more swollen than Preeti’s.
Sneha, who was also sporting a big bulge, was now busy taking pictures with Suyash.
These girls had now made themselves busying in enjoying the view around, not to mention, while holding precariously full bladders
I was in paradise, what else could I’ve wished for? A whole 40 minute walk around the gigantic fort had made the girls even more desperate for the loos.
“I think we are done here, let’s get going, I’m dying for the toilets,” Preeti said.
“Yes, I too have to go” Sneha added.
There was no delaying it now, the girls made their exit with me and Suyash right behind them.
Sneha went straight for the car and stood there, bouncing on her knees, waiting for me to unlock it.
“Don’t you think it’s a bad idea? You’d have to pay a hefty fee for the ticket to get back inside the fort premises and use the loo, couldn’t you just wait a little longer, I’m sure the fair we are going to will have toilets,” I said. Although I was sure that it was just the opposite, Indian fairs are mostly ill financed and cheap, they probably couldn’t afford to have a loo on an open ground.
“You better be right, I having been stopping my pee for so long now, it is driving me crazy” she said , getting inside the car.
“Yeah seriously, we haven’t been since morning,” Preeti blurted, standing with her hands on her hips now.
“Relax guys, we’ll be there in no time” Suyash said, trying to handle the situation.
I made Suyash drive till the next stop. Now I was on the back seat with Sneha and Preeti on either of my sides. Two girls with bladders swollen like basketballs sitting next to me, I was indeed the happiest man on earth. After a while, I partially laid down on the seat, with my head on Sneha’s thighs. She didn’t object to it, at first. I could feel her rock hard bladder bulge with my head.
As I tried to turn my head around , she groaned in pain, “Carefully, don’t press down there!”
“Your bladder feels so big, you must be holding a lot,” I murmured as a feeling of lust ran through my mind and body.
“Oh you don’t know, it gets bigger than this” she replied , it was like a fantasy come true. A girl who seemed to be at her maximum capacity, claimed to be able hold more than what her bladder was already containing.
It seemed like her bladder had the walls of steel. I could feel the liters of liquid she was containing in her tank. Dear Lord, how had she been holding all that?
I again pressed her slightly with my head, “Don’t do that, I really have to pee”, she scolded, I must tell that no pillow is sexier than the bulging bladder of a woman.
Sneha who had consumed 9 of those 450ml beer cans and she was brimming over with hot beer piss inside her bladder.
I simultaneously glanced at Preeti, who was sitting with her legs crossed. She too was desperate now, longing to use the toilets at the fair.
Making our way in the overcrowded fair to search for toilets was a task in itself. People bumping in from all the directions, made matters worse for the girls who were nursing such full bladders.
“I can’t see any loos here” Preeti said, her voice suppressed by all the commotion around us.
“Looks like the world is conspiring against us,” Parul said with a smile. They obviously were worried about when and where they were going to pee, but chose not to show their concern.
The temple where this annual fair was held as the form of a celebration, was situated on hill, which at that point of time was right in front of us.
“I think we should go there, seek blessings from the pandit maybe? ” I suggested, only trying to make the girls wait longer.
“I don’t want to walk that long, my feet hurt” Parul retaliated.
“We should go, who knows you might find a toilet there…” I said, there was a huge possibility that the temple had a loo, but this was a risk I had to take.
“Okay fine,” Sneha sighed.
As we walked towards the temple, I could see the girls’ abdomens protruding out of their clothes. The volumes inside their bladders were increasing by each moment.
We walked into the temple and bowed in front of the god’s idol. In Hindu temples, sacrament is offered by priests to devotees as holy offerings from the god or goddess.
Most temples offer Charanamrit, a concoction of milk and water considered sacred, but some temples have their unique sacraments.
This temple offered its devotees milk and that too in alloy glasses big enough to hold almost a liter of it.
Parul, Preeti and Sneha looked at each other. They had been needing to go to the loos for hours now and the last thing they wanted was more liquid heading for their already super swollen bladders.
Refusing the sacrament, or prasad as we call it, was out of option, they had to drink it. Their bladders would just have to stretch a little more.
I was thanking my stars, never did I knew that this day would turn out to be so exciting.
Chugging down our glasses full of milk, as we stood in a deformed circle, I could see Preeti wiggling her legs and Sneha caressing her bladder.
Parul too, who had been putting up a tough demeanor all this while was beginning to fidget a little, but she didn’t seem to be as desperate as the other two girls.
“Are there any toilets around here?” Sneha asked the priest, handing him over the empty glass back.
“Yes there a few toilets in the ashram,” he replied, pointing towards the small building adjacent to the temple.
Sneha made a bee line towards it, followed by Preeti and Parul close behind.
I watched them walk away, carrying gallons of pee, within themselves. Sneha walked rather rigidly, while Preeti took short confined steps, these girls really did have to pee. But Parul walked quite gracefully towards the loos. Either she wasn’t as desperate as Preeti and Sneha were or she was just acting tough.
When we got there, it turned out that, it was a single loo for the entire building with a long line of people already standing to get inside. We certainly couldn’t wait that long, since a five hour long drive was ahead of us, we had to leave before it was dark.
And perhaps this could have acted as an excellent excuse for me to stop the girls from using the loos.
“We can’t wait till it’s your turn, it is definitely gonna take a lot of time,” I told the girls, who were standing at the end of a notoriously long queue.
“What do you want us to do?” Parul asked, “Where else do we go, there are no other toilets around here…”
“I can’t leave, I have been needing to pee for so long now and there certainly aren’t any loos on the way back home,” Preeti said.
“I understand but, we absolutely have to leave before it’s dark, plus I think you could just pop a squat anywhere along the road?” Suyash jumped into the conversation.
“There is absolutely no way, I’m climbing back inside that car without going to the loo first,” Sneha said, hers hands wrapped around her chest and thighs rubbing against each other.
Preeti and Sneha’s bladders looked swollen even in skin tight jeans. They were showcasing such control, it made me think if they had actually blocked their holes to make it physically impossible to pee.
Parul who had certainly impressed me with her cool and calm demeanor even while needing to pee so much was now facing problems too. Her bladder had expanded incredibly, making it look like she had a basketball hidden under her top.
I was confused on how Parul’s bulge seemed to be bigger than Preeti’s while they both had almost the same amount of fluids.
Even after my repeated persuasions, the three of them stood there in the line for a good hour, before throwing in the towel when they realized that they had barely moved since when they joined.
“This is sick, my bladder is bursting” Sneha sighed, frantically jumping from foot to foot, trying to take off some pressure from her distended bladder.
“Let’s just leave, we will find a spot somewhere on the way,” Preeti insisted.
There was no second guessing from the other two girls, they just broke off from the line and started walking towards the car.
“I’ve never held my pee this long before,” Sneha stated, continuing on her way.
“You girls carry on we will be back in a moment,” I said before signaling Suyash with my eyes to follow me. We went behind the ashram to pee after that big glass of milk. Some men were already there draining their dragons, and we rushed back after doing our job.
We found the girls standing by the car waiting for us, each of them now having mammoth full bladders, jutting out of their tops.
The weather was getting rather cold too, which meant we had to get our jackets and sweaters out before we progressed any further.
“I hope you girls will be able to hold it till we find a secluded spot, I don’t want any of you to have an accident in my car,” I said trying to sound innocent.
“Excuse me?!” Sneha retaliated, “I have never wet myself, I have a bladder with the walls of steel and nothing can come out of it without my permission,” she stated, clearly offended by my statement.
“Oh and if you think I am gonna wet myself like a little schoolgirl ,then you are highly mistaken my friend,” Parul grumbled, showing her disagreement too, “…I still have room to hold more in my bladder, and I can hold it as long as I want to.”
“The only reason I had to pee is because I am holding so much, but if you really think I will go all over your seat, then it will be a point of utmost pride for me to show you how a real urine tank works,” Preeti kept her point as well.
These girls were now out to beat me down to the ground with holding prowess , but I too was adamant to break their pride.
I had poked the hornet’s nest but this was going to be fun rather than danger.
Twenty minutes into the drive, the girls’ bladders were seriously ballooning. None of them had said a word about loos all this while.
Preeti and Sneha sat with their legs crossed , while Parul still sitting by my side, had her thighs pressed together.
It was around 5 pm , when we crossed by the dhabha we had our lunch in, which meant we had the entire journey lying ahead of us.
I noticed that my car was almost about to run out of fuel and then I decided to have some fun with the opportunity.
I crossed the petrol pump, not getting in to refill. I was damn sure the car would automatically stop a few kilometers later ,but anyways, I willing pushed the brakes and made it stop after a few sudden jolts making it look like it has broken down.
“Damn we’ve run out of petrol, I think we might have to push the car till we find another petrol pump,” I said, looking over my shoulder.
The girls reluctantly obliged. All four of us got out to push the car till the petrol pump situated a few kilometers ahead, while Suyash took care of the steering wheel since none of the girls knew how to drive. I asked him not to start the ignition just to make sure he doesn’t start the car. Obviously I couldn’t tell him why I was doing this.
Looking at girls, pushing the car while nursing swollen bladders was really arousing , especially Parul who was wearing a short skirt .
“If this car ran on piss instead of petrol, I would have been more than happy to fill the tank for you” Sneha joked.
All three of them were finding it difficult to exert much force to push the car forward since all their energy was being consumed in keeping their bladders shut. The cold weather wasn’t helping either, each of the girls was facing a much higher level of pressure in their bladders than before, but none of them was willing to stop and take a leak behind the bushes just because it was a matter of pride.
Even standing still had been putting a lot pressure on their bladders, god knows what strain it would have been to push a car forward.
After 15 minutes of this, I noticed that the girls were really distressed. They looked extremely tired and the fact that they had needed to pee for so long, made me feel for them, I decided, it was time to end the gig.
I switched places with Suyash and acted like I was trying to start the car. Eventually after a few fake attempts, I turned the ignition on.
“Quick! Get in!” I yelled, as they all adhered to my words and we drove off .
I somehow managed to drag my car till the next gas station. I could almost hear my heart pounding with curiosity, will the girls visit the loos here? But to my surprise none of them got out.
After the tank was refilled, we hit the road , and this time I made sure to drive faster due to the fact that the sun was completely set now and the girls had to get back home soon or their parents would have been really angry. Suyash who didn’t give a fuck about what was happening , dozed off on the back seat.
There still was a three hour ride left before we could enter the city, so I was sure to witness some serious desperation.
Three girls were now trapped in my car, needing to piss like crazy. This was going to be their longest ride home ever.
For the first time I saw Parul squirming on her seat and massaging her swollen bladder, she was getting really desperate.
“This is gonna be the biggest piss of my life,” Sneha said out of the blue, she was now admitting to the fact she was bursting for the loos and I was secretly glad that she was so open about her needs.
The hot iron rod in my pants grew a little bigger as I forced myself to concentrate on the road. My body was shivering with arousal.
“How long is it gonna take?” Preeti asked, rubbing her crossed thighs.
“It’s gonna take a while…I can pull over if you can’t hold it,” I replied, this was a risk I had to take, suggesting her to pee on the roadside while expecting her to decline my offer.
“No, it’s okay, just drive a little faster alright?”, she just wasn’t ready to admit that her bladder was bursting with liters of pee in it, she had to go like crazy and so did the other two girls but their egos were making them endure tormenting bladders till they reached home.
Heavy traffic on the way was adding to the plight, girls were growing frantic now .
Sneha was giving her crotch good squeezes from time to time as she made sure neither Preeti nor Suyash noticed her doing so.
“How are you doing there?” Preeti asked Sneha who was sitting by her side.
“You have no idea how much I am holding right now, I had a big bottle of water before I left home” she replied taking Preeti’s hand and placing it on her bulge. Even this light pressure made Sneha wince and close her eyes in pain.
“It’s rock hard just like mine,” Preeti said. They both were climbing the ropes and it wouldn’t have been long before they actually lost control and wet themselves.
Parul although was at a slightly better position than her friends, was the one who had drank the most that day. After she had got up at 5 that morning, she had drank a copious amount of water and coffee before leaving .
All three of them seemed to be at the same level of desperation, but it was Sneha who was really on the limit of her capability to hold on.
She was stealing herself from yelling at me to pull over so she could pee on the roadside, because she had to prove that she could hold her pee as long as she wanted to.
Parul could now feel her bladder walls stretching to make space for all the liquid streaming inside it. Her sweater concealed her bulge to a great extent but still her mega full urine container was somewhat visible to me.
“It’s getting hard to hold on,” she reported, frantically rubbing her knees , “Could you please put on the heater , it’s getting really cold.”
I gratefully obliged, the hot air coming from the car’s air conditioner might have helped the girls a little but it wasn’t enough to calm down their throbbing tanks.
As the final leg of our journey came, the severity of desperation escalated greatly for the girls.
“Why is this taking so long? I’m breaking my neck trying to hold it here…” Parul informed.
“Oh, I thought you could hold your pee as long as you wanted to?” I mocked her with a sly smile.
“Listen, I am not joking, you have no clue about just how much I have had to drink since morning.”
Preeti too was now extremely nervous and frantic. She could feel the first few drops of pee dribble into her panties. Her cheeks grew red with embarrassment but it was too late to ask to pull over so she could pee on the roadside as we had already entered a highly populated area.
Each bump on the road made her bladder want to go explode, the mammoth load of piss she had been holding for so long was now getting to impossible to handle.
She frantically rubbed her lower thighs, when another spurt escaped forcing her to jam her hand into her crutch.
She took spars breaths trying to control the impending flood without letting anyone know that she was on the verge of having a really massive accident.
Sneha noticed Preeti holding herself between the legs,” Are you alright?” she whispered.
“Ya, I’m fine,” Preeti replied, but deep in her mind, she knew she was far from fine.
She crossed her legs tighter, trying to fight the pressure till she got home, but her sphincters were all taxed out.
She felt her pee hole open to let out a 2 second long stream of pee into her pants before she could break the flow.
She could feel the wetness on her butt as the urine started to make its way into the seat. The back of her jeans and seat both had developed wet patches as big as a baseball, but she was successful in covering it, at least as of now. She was doing her best to hide what was happening to her. She had to hold it anyhow because she knew, once it started coming out, it was gonna be a big one.
Her eyes filled with tears as she mustered up the remaining strength to hold on to her deliriously exhausted bladder but her body refused to obey.
Three more long spurts escaped, leaving her shivering in desperation. She gasped. The wet patches on her crotch and bum had increased considerably.
The next 15 minutes were sheer agony , although she didn’t leak any further , she had become increasingly convinced that she won’t be able to make it home.
Meanwhile, I dropped off Suyash as soon as we entered the outskirts of the city, he had to go to a New Year’s Bash somewhere around the area.
This gave Preeti and Sneha a lot more freedom than when they were in his presence. They could now openly grab their crotches and wiggles their butts.
Sneha went a step further and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled her zip all the way down, letting her monstrous bladder expand more.
“Oh, I can’t hold another drop of piss in my bladder” Sneha exclaimed, leaning back on the seat and closing her eyes to exclusively concentrate on keeping her pee hole shut.
Parul couldn’t have agreed more. All the liquid she had consumed had stretched her own bladder to the maximum limits possible. She had to pee so much, it was taking her entire life force to keep herself from losing it right there.
“Just drop me right here” Sneha said as we reached a four way.
“Are you sure?” I asked, her words came as a shock to me. I didn’t want her to leave when I had this golden chance of probably seeing her wet herself.
But unfortunately I had to do it. I stopped the car and she made a swift exit.
“Thanks..” she said, before pacing off towards the market across the road, holding her jeans by the waistband as she still hadn’t put the button back.
We now were down to three, I felt sad for myself , but I still had two very full girls, sitting in my car waiting to release their mammoth loads.
“Please drive faster it is an absolute emergency” Preeti declared,her pee was a hair breadth away from completely coming out.
I hit the accelerator to pick up the pace.
We were almost near Preeti’s place ,when she shot another long stream of pee into her pants.
“You need to stop right now, I am loosing it,” she cried out. Preeti’s door flew open as soon as I pulled over . She quickly climbed out of the car, looking for a place where she could let it all out, grabbing her crotch as the wet patch on her butt revealed itself.
She had reached her limit. She could either squat and pee where she was or try to find somewhere better and probably flood herself in the attempt.
It was a busy street with people everywhere, hence summing up to no chance of sliding her pants down to take a much needed leak. She had to quickly come to a decision, but her body wasn’t in a state to hold on anymore. Her legs were firmly crossed yet she couldn’t help it, she just could not hold it any longer.
“Holy fuck..” she sighed as a barrage of urine ran out of her involuntarily.
She tried to shut her sphincter close but the torrent spurting out posed to be much stronger than her will to keep holding.
She was now peeing full force into her pants.
“I can’t stop it,” she wailed, as I turned my head to look back through the open door. I could see the dark area on the groin of her pants increasing and clearly listen to the hissing sound as she continued to wet herself uncontrollably.
She looked down on the patch of her jeans, as it spread down towards her trembling knees. She could feel the wetness gathering around her crotch and spreading across her butt. She had fought so hard and lost.
She stood there feeling the warm rivers of pee on her legs , watching it run down the tops of her feet and spill over the edges of her sandals, making a puddle beneath her .
“Hufff…” she blew air through her pursed lips overcoming with relief, slightly leaning towards the car as she held its roof with her hands, enjoying the relief.
Her eyes were closed, it was evident that she had stopped trying to hold it back. The warm feeling of her pee got her back to the days when she would have accidents as a kindergartener.
She wasn’t bothered if someone was watching, she had been needing to pee for so long , nothing else mattered more than relief.
Anyone who passed by would have noticed her having an accident but rather chose to ignore the poor girl. The copious amount of pee rushing out of her was proof enough that her bladder was stretched to its maximum capacity. It seemed as if her accident would never end.
When Preeti was on the final throes of her pee, guilt and shame clasped her ,and tears started running down her cheeks. Her wet jeans cling to her legs like being held together by an adhesive. She stood there , weeping as helplessness rode her mind.
“Are you alright?” I asked , as I stepped out of the car to take a closer look at the damage. I tried to console her and calm her down, since there was still a girl sitting in my car with a bladder as full as a camel’s.
I noticed the huge stain on the seat that Preeti had made, this was indeed gonna smell for a while. Preeti got back in and we made our way to her house.
I now shot a look at Parul , who wasn’t speaking or moving at all. Her hands placed on her crossed thighs and her lips tucked inwards.
When we reached Preeti’s place, she immediately stepped out of the car and walked towards the front door of her house.
I looked at her soaked pants sticking to her skin as she walked. What would her parents think of her when they see her like this?
I was pretty much sure that Parul too would make a dash inside to use the toilets,but she didn’t move.
She sat there, tightly holding her crotch and crossing her legs, her miniskirt revealing a lot of skin. Then, we both saw Preeti run inside before any of her neighbors could see her.
“Aren’t you gonna step in to use the toilets?” I asked Parul.
“I will lose it if I even try to take a step,” she said, “I think we should find somewhere else before it’s too late!”
That was when I realized that she had stopped respiring, she was holding her breath in fear of losing control if she exhaled.
The severity of her condition was much worse than what I had thought and seeing Preeti wet herself had intensified Parul’s need to go manifolds.
“Hurry up!” she mumbled , there was no mistaking it, she was about to flood the seat.
I hit the accelerator and the car picked up its pace, I drove as fast as I could.
As far as I have known her , she has always been an avid drinker. Even in school, she used to drink at least a few bottles of water throughout the day and never had I seen her complaining about needing to go to the loo. But for her to be this desperate, the amount inside her bladder must have been unparalleled.
“I am gonna die if I don’t pee in the next five seconds,” she cried out.
She crossed her legs, showing another few inches of her shapely thighs. I did my best not to stare, but it was incredibly difficult to keep my attention on the road ahead.
“STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP!” Parul yelled, as soon as she saw a small open space with a bunch of trees. She almost jumped out of the car even before it came to a complete halt.
Grabbing her crutch tighter than ever, she made a dash towards the shroud of trees. By this time her sphincters were deliriously exhausted and she couldn’t hold on even a second longer.
“Oh no..” she gasped, as she felt her hole about to burst open and then, it happened. Long thick streams of pee started jetting down her legs as she quickened her steps. She had lost control of her bladder.
“Oh my god..” Parul moaned, as she held her skirt with both hands by its hem, there was no delaying it now; she could not handle the pressure any more.
Her knees hurt as she tried to walk faster, even these few feet looked like miles to her now as the urine continued to flow out.
She almost ran to get there, lifting up her skirt and shifting her now soaked panties away from her crotch, she ultimately let her hot piss rush out without any obstruction.
“Oh…. thank goodness…”,she sighed, standing there, as her pee made an arch almost a meter long.
She would have been clearly visible to anyone who passed by, but Parul couldn’t care less, all she wanted, was relief.
I had managed to time her pee and around twelve seconds had passed since she’d gotten out of the car. This was the first time I had ever seen a girl pee standing up, I can’t tell how horny I was feeling then. I had always wished to experience something like this and now when it was happening ,the thin line between reality and fantasy had finally faded.
To be frank I’ve seen plenty of men peeing by the road side, but this was my first time watching a girl do the same.
Parul couldn’t believe how full her bladder was, she hardly had to pee any less even after going for a full minute. If only she could pee faster, she thought, she was so exposed where she was, but she always took ages when she was really desperate.
I watched her as she stood there peeing and peeing and peeing, her face towards the sky, told of the relief that was surging through her body. With a hand on her butt and the other holding her panty away from her crotch, she was literally enjoying her release, the best part after holding it for so long.
Her stream was off the charts; I had never seen or heard anything like it before. The sound of her pee as it splashed on the ground covered with leaves was beyond words. I was awe struck to see just how much liquid was pouring out of her. The satisfaction of urinating after this long was so intense, she almost blacked out.
The stream looked wider and more ferocious than it was before, she shivered in ecstasy as spasms of peegasm gripped her. She could feel her hole widening as more and more piss tried to escape. How that girl had managed to drink so much and then walk off normally was incredible.
Three minutes had passed since she had started peeing, and there were no signs of her stopping anytime soon.
She ignored the few cars speeding past, but when a group of lads appeared she clamped off her flow, adjusted her clothes and hurried back. Despite the gargantuan puddle she had left she still wasn’t able to fully relieve herself, but at least she had 'let the pressure off' enough to be able to get home.
“Lets go,” she sighed , qucikly climbing back into the car, looking much more clam and composed than before.
“Better?” I asked.
“I still have to go but it’s much, much better, ” she answered, before we drove away.
On the way back home, in my mind it felt as if all what had transpired today was a fantasy. I couldn’t word the joy and thrill I experienced on this trip. I had never felt so aroused before, but no later, remorse crept in. The thought of being unaware if Sneha made it or not made me restless.
I wondered how she was riding home. Could she have endured the long journey to her house, without having a humiliating accident on the way?
I visualized Sneha shaking with desperation as she sat on the back seat of the rickshaw, while the wet patch between her tightly crossed legs got bigger because she simply could not hold her pee any longer.
In fact nothing so exciting happened. She was able to find a public loo. She quickly entered the ladies, she knew she didn’t have much time left.
The loos were as filthy as ever but it didn’t matter now, she just wanted to pee.
But to her dismay all the cubicles were occupied. She absolutely did not have any time to waste. Her only option was to use the gents room. But what if someone saw her? It was a risk she had to take. She contemplated her stakes, maybe this was her only chance to relive herself of an aching bladder, before she wet herself like a schoolgirl.
She hurried past the corridor in a stout position, trying hard to keep all her hot steaming urine in just for a few more minutes.
She entered the gent’s toilet in a mad rush, to find two cubicles at the very end. As she walked past the urinals to get there, a hot and long jet of pee escaped her. She was beginning to lose control. She had to pee NOW!
Right then and there, Sneha ripped off her jeans and panties and unleashed an absolute gusher of a pee even before bending down. She sat down on the floor with her left leg in a squatted position while the right was still partially spread open.
“Ahh..Oh my goodness” she gasped, as she finally experienced the lifesaving relief. The ferocity of the stream rushing out of her was proof enough that her bladder had come really close to bursting.
Sneha was now fully exposed to anyone who might walk in to use the loos. She repeatedly tried to break her stream off so she could get to a cubicle but failed, it just won’t stop.
It was fine because nobody else was there at the moment but she had to wrap it up quick.
She had been continuously peeing for a minute now, making a gigantic puddle of beer piss on the floor, but the flow still wasn’t under her control.
The sound of Sneha’s gusher trying to drill its way through the tiles was astounding.
She always peed a torrent, but the pressure in her bladder produced the biggest blast she had ever managed.
It had been a very close thing for her, she had almost lost it in the car but managed to hold it in somehow. Her ability to carry around a load this big in her bladder was really amazing.
“Haa… I wanted that so badly…” she wailed , as her hot pent up piss jetted out like a fire hose,
Then all of a sudden, a man walked in. He was taken aback by seeing a woman peeing on the floor of the men’s room, her naked bottom fully visible to him.
Sneha quickly tried to stop urinating, so she could run out of there , but failed. Her bladder was still very full and she still had to go so much more.
Her cheeks burned in embarrassment as she bent down her face to hide it. She did not want to make any eye contact.
The man stood there awkwardly for a moment , thinking of what to do next, he then slyly walked past her to reach the urinals, accidentally stepping on Sneha’s puddle on the way.
He was amazed at the pressure this girl was peeing with, he had never seen or heard anything like this before.
He finished his pee, washed his hands and left, while Sneha was still in the very same position, peeing, peeing and peeing.
It was unbelievable just how much was still coming out of her. The satisfaction was beyond this world.
After ferociously peeing for 4 minutes and 37 seconds straight, her torrent finally came to a halt. She gave a few more long spurts before coming to the conclusion that her bladder was finally empty.
She pulled her jeans back on and made a quick exit before anyone else could see her. |
A/N: This is a sequel to the story with Cutlass. As with that one, he and the Penalty are the only characters from my story that you need to be familiar with, but you don't have to have read the last story to read this one. All you need to know is Cutlass wet himself, the Penalty laughed, and he threatened her, demanding she not mention it again. In this story, the tables will turn.
“Heh, somethin' about this sure feels familiar,” Francesca said, smirking at the man beside her. “Almost like this jus' happened last week.” She burst into laughter before taking a long drag on her cigarette.
“Shut up,” was all Cutlass said, not wanting to be reminded of the previous week's events.
“So, lemme guess. Yet again, ya think my lead is the golden one,” she said. When he nodded, she chuckled. “Well, you was wrong last week. Hope yer not this time...or that ya at least got some better luck, ya know?”
He gave her a sharp glare, putting a hand on the hilt of one of his swords. “Do you not remember our little agreement?”
“Why, Cutlass, I got no idea what yer referrin' to. I was just sayin' that I hope we actually get to beat tha shit out of some bad guys this week.”
He nodded, but he could tell that the Penalty knew damn well exactly what he was talking about. Making fun of people seemed to be her specialty, after all, and even if she never directly mentioned it again, he was sure he would never live that particular humiliation down.
They parked themselves in a different alley that looked entirely the same as the one they had been in before, and Cutlass could hear her snickering quietly every few minutes as she struggled to hold back her laughter. He briefly contemplated counting that as mentioning it and making good on his promise of decapitating her, just to get it over with.
Meanwhile, the Penalty had already felt the first twinge of karma, in the form of the slightest urge to pee. She shrugged it off, cocky as ever, because she was the Penalty and she was tougher than that. And she didn't believe in karma, besides.
She certainly wasn't going to end up like Cutlass just because she had made fun of him; of that, she was absolutely certain.
~X~
Tonight was starting to look like another bust. Cutlass and the Penalty had made light conversation- or, rather, she had rattled on about nonsense and guns and he had nodded and made some noises of acknowledgment- but both were growing very restless as they waited for something to happen. Any action would be welcome at this point, even an unrelated crime to stop.
More than that, the Penalty wanted something to take her mind off of the fact that her “slightest urge” was growing, and she didn't have any desire to admit such a thing to her companion. Already, her gloating and snide remarks were seeming like less of a good idea, and karma was seeming more like a real force.
It was not a force that she wanted to reckon with, strong as she may be. Her bladder was never something she had had to really fight before, as modesty was something she was all but unfamiliar with. She'd long since learned how to aim and piss standing, and had no qualms about doing so whenever she deemed it necessary, and normally, Cutlass' presence would not deter her. But she just knew he would have something to say about it and that was not something her pride wanted to hear.
Her tight leather pants were not helping matters, adding a lot of unneeded pressure to her bladder. She tapped her foot, but stopped abruptly; her boot was quite heavy and made a very audible sound. Cutlass was already looking at her.
“What are you getting so impatient about?” he asked. “You should be used to this by now. Like you said before, Myrmidon always sends you on the shitty leads, right? Bet you rarely get a real fight.”
She sneered at him and said, “Bet yer used to it too, considerin' ya always follow me around, sayin' Myrmidon was wrong an' all. Come on, you can admit it. Ya jus' wanted to spend time with me, right?” She gave a short laugh at the end of her question to disguise an involuntary cringe after a sharp pain struck her lower abdomen.
“I know you're just being snarky to try and hide the fact that you were careless in planning and have to piss, but you're not doing a very good job of it,” he deadpanned, though the corners of his mouth twitched, giving away the fact that he was fighting a smile.
“Shut the fuck up!” she snapped. When she did not attempt to deny it, the smile he had been fighting came out. “Stop smirkin', ya useless motherfucker! S'not fuckin' funny, alright?”
“Actually, I think it's incredibly funny,” replied Cutlass. “Poetic justice, right? Well, what are you waiting for? I know already, so you can go on.” It took all she had to not attempt to punch the smile off his face.
“Fuck no,” she said, looking away as she squirmed. The idea was tempting, but she was in this for the long haul, right? She was not giving up; she was going to win this, no matter how much she felt like she was not. “I'm gonna be jus' fine, got it? I'm not like you, see?”
Cutlass chuckled and she glared at him. Her bladder was throbbing, the waist band of her pants cutting deep into her. She clenched her gloved fists, biting down on the inside of her mouth. God, she needed a cigarette. She had been so distracted by trying to hide her desperation that she had not lit up again after finishing her last one.
She fumbled in her pocket, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “Shit, shit, shit,” she hissed as she felt a small spurt of piss leak out of her. She jiggled her knees, pulling out her lighter and the nearly-empty box of cigarettes. Removing one from its package, she felt another leak before she could get the box back in her pocket.
She crossed, uncrossed, and recrossed her legs while she put the cigarette in her mouth, hand shaking as she reached up to light it. This was getting a lot worse, and she knew she would have to do something soon, or there was no way she would make it. When at last her cigarette was lit, she took a drag from it and dropped one hand to her crotch, shamelessly grabbing herself as she squirmed.
Cutlass was laughing harder than she had ever heard from him before, but no snark came to her. She was fighting a losing battle, with her only options being two different types of defeat. The first was the lesser one, with her dropping her pants and going right there; the second was the same humiliation she had witnessed from her friend, which would put her right there on his level and make her question her belief in karma. The choice was obvious.
“Fuck it,” she mumbled, trying to figure out how she was going to get her zipper down, and then her very-hard-to-get-in-and-out-of pants, without letting go of herself, because she knew if her hand left its current place, she would not be able to avoid several leaks in her already-damp red panties.
But, of course, there was no way to pull off such a stunt, and she was already leaking again, but this time it wasn't stopping, and- son of a bitch! was her last thought before her leather pants began to be flooded by her own piss.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” she shouted, which would have thoroughly blown their cover if there had actually been anyone there to hide from. The leather kept most of the piss from escaping her pants, except for what made it through the zipper area. The rest ran down her legs, puddling in her boots. She groaned, and the feeling of emptying was nearly orgasmic, but she was much too enraged to really notice that.
“Fuck,” she mumbled again, sighing a bit this time. Cutlass could easily tell what was happening, evening without much physical evidence, and she did not dare look at him and see what she was sure was an incredibly smug expression.
She slammed a fist against the wall of the building they stood behind, not minding the sting as her knuckles hit brick. She had to take out her frustrations on something, and she didn't know how well she would fare in a fight against the swordsmen. She swore a few more times, punching the wall to punctuate each exclamation. Finally, when her bladder was empty and she had punched the wall around seven times, she calmed down a bit, catching her breath.
“So,” said Cutlass. She did not give him a chance to finish, mimicking what he did the previous week and slamming him against a wall. She put one of her guns to his head, giving him her trademark wicked grin.
“So, what?” she asked. “We're even, huh? You did it, I did it, now we both got the same thing on each other so neither of us can tell, right?”
He paused as he thought about it, knowing that she was right. If he told anyone, she could easily get back at him; both incidents would have to remain a secret. Still, he had the private satisfaction of knowing that the almighty Francesca Pierce had been taken down in the same manner, and that was all he really cared about.
A/N: Humiliating Francesca is a lot of fun. I'd like to write about the others, but I really don't think I could do it without repeating the same plot I used for both of these, and that would certainly get tired. Either way, I hope you enjoyed. |
This is a scene from an original story I've been working on. It's primarily a gay BDSM erotica, but this is the bit that involves omorashi. Contains explicit sexual situations, an established dom/sub relationship, references to various BDSM practices and some swearing.
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He has me bent over his lap, on my stomach. It makes me feel vaguely like a child. I don’t mind. He presses the lubed up tip of the stainless steel butt plug against my hole, which has tightened up again now after last night’s exercise. He pushes rhythmically, in a bit then back out, and I whine. My cock is half-hard. It began hardening in anticipation already when he took me over his knee. My hips buck and he stops.
‘Uh-uh,’ he says softly. ‘Stay still, love.’
Lance is fully dressed while I’m naked. Something about that makes everything hotter. I’m at his mercy, exposed, arse in the air, and he just sits there, cool as a cucumber, pressing the plug further inside me once I stop fidgeting. I gasp again.
‘Good boy,’ Lance murmurs. ‘So good for me, Keenan. You can take it, my sweet. Just relax.’
I try to relax, I really do, but the cold intrusion of the steel makes my body tense. He pushes it a bit further in and then removes it, and once again my hips buck, as much as I try to control myself.
The flat of his hand lands on my arse with a loud smack and I whimper. My face feels hot and I can barely find my breath.
‘I told you to stay still,’ says Lance, voice still soft, but as ever with that edge of authority. My cock is fully hard now, pinned under me against his knees. The urge to move is unbearable. I need friction. I worry fleetingly about his fine trousers, about staining them, but he seems entirely unperturbed.
I manage to squeeze out a breathless, ‘Yes, sir.’ I can hear the smile in his voice when next he speaks.
‘No touch,’ he says. ‘No friction.’ It’s as if he’s reading my mind. ‘You haven’t earned that yet. Understood?’
I nod. ‘Yes, sir.’
‘Good.’ It’s just one word, one single neutral syllable, but it floods my chest and my stomach with warmth. I love it when he praises me, tells me I’m good, tells me I’m beautiful. I almost believe him.
He gets to work again, moving the butt plug in a fraction, then out, then in a bit more, then out. Rhythmically pushing until my hole gives way of its own accord, trying to pull it inside. Only then does he let go, uttering a hum of pleasure as the plug sinks inside effortlessly. He takes hold of the end, adjusting the plug and pushing it as far in as it goes, and I utter a sharp moan as it hits my prostate. I can feel a bit of precum leak out of the end of my cock.
‘Good boy, Keenan,’ Lance purrs once more. He strokes my hair gently. ‘You’ve done so well. Now, here’s what’s going to happen.’ He lays a rough hand on the small of my back, making small circles with his thumb, and I shiver. ‘You’ll keep the plug in all day. Under no circumstance are you to take it out, except to freshen up the lube every few hours. I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable. If you need to take a shit, you take it out, do your business, clean up properly and then insert it again. Understood?’
‘Yes, sir.’ My breath comes in ragged pulls. His words, his instructions, are almost enough to make me come, even without the metal pressing up against my prostate.
‘Rule number two,’ he continues, stroking my sweaty fringe away from my eyes, ‘you are not to get yourself off. Hold back at all cost. I want you fit to burst when I see you again tonight. This is a test, Keenan, of your resolve and your self-control. I know you can do it. I have faith in you.’
I nod quickly, lapping up his words like a cat laps cream. ‘Yes, sir, I understand,’ I tell him.
He manoeuvres me up into a sitting position. I sit on my knees, my cock hard against my stomach, facing him, and he smiles, placing his large hand on the back of my neck, holding it firmly, comfortingly. His voice is silky, purring. ‘I may give you more instructions later. I want to try some fun new things tonight. See how far I can push you, how long you’ll hold out. By this evening, you’ll be desperate to come.’ He leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips, before whispering in my ear, ‘And if you’re good I may even let you.’
I close my eyes involuntarily as a shiver goes down my spine. My mouth feels dry and I swallow several times, trying to make my body respond to my commands, but I’m pretty sure if I let it happen I could come right now without even being touched. The idea of walking around like this a whole day is terrifying. I’ll never hold out. But the promise of what’s to come is too good for me to disobey. I want to know what he has in mind, what he wants to do to me.
I feel the bed move as he stands, and open my eyes again. Lance’s trousers have a wet stain on one thigh, an imprint of my cock. He looks down on it and rubs it with his finger, putting the finger in his mouth and licking the tip, his eyes slipping shut.
‘Mm,’ he says.
‘I’m sorry,’ I blurt, and he looks down at me, expression soft, and strokes my cheek with one hand.
‘Don’t be sorry. You did exactly what I asked, and I have other trousers.’
His kindness nearly moves me to tears.
‘I had best get to work,’ he says, pulling me to my feet. ‘Now, I’m not unreasonable, Keenan. You go have a cold shower to cool yourself off. I don’t expect you to walk around with that all day.’ He indicates my hard-on with a glance. ‘I’ll see you back here tonight promptly at seven.’
Lance gives me another chaste kiss before going over to the closet. I take a few deep breaths and then enter the bathroom. I really need that cold shower.
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It’s torture. Complete and utter torture. I feel like I’m walking around holding my breath. If I let my mind wander for even a second I feel my cock starting to harden again and have to fill my mind with mundane tasks to distract me from my arousal. Every time I move the plug nudges my prostate, and by lunch time my pants are moist with precum. Luckily I’ve begun carrying several clean pairs with me after all the times Lance has cornered me at work.
We pass each other in the corridors a few times. He utterly ignores me, as is his way when others are around. An hour before the work day ends a text rolls in from his burner. It reads, Drink a glass of water every hour. I frown down at my phone, wondering what this could be about. Then another text arrives, reading, Don’t pee. At first it seems cryptic, but then I realise that he means exactly what he says. I’m to drink a glass of water every hour and not pee until I see him. The order gives me a funny feeling, but I obey it all the same and I don’t ask why.
After work I go home, but I’m too agitated to relax or do much of anything. I keep a constant eye on my watch and every hour I go to the kitchen and drink a glass of water. It doesn’t take long to start getting uncomfortable. By half past six I’m not sure if I’m more desperate to come or to pee, as I drink a final glass of water before leaving my flat. The journey is deeply uncomfortable, and I find myself crossing and uncrossing my legs, trying to stop myself from sticking my hand between my legs to hold my crotch in public. Still, I arrive at the penthouse promptly at seven. I’ve gotten good at being on time.
Lance greets me without touching or kissing me. He gives me an appraising look. ‘Have you done as I’ve asked?’
I nod, not quite trusting myself to speak. Everything feels hyper real at the moment, every light a bit too bright, every sensation double intensity. The rustle of his clothes as he enters the kitchen ahead of me is as loud as fireworks to my ears. I shudder.
He has a glass of wine on the kitchen counter, from which he takes a large sip. He doesn’t offer one to me, but simply looks at me, head cocked to one side, where I stand fidgeting.
‘Please, have a seat,’ he says, indicating one of the bar stools. I do as he asks, but I’m unable to keep my foot still. The butt plug shifts as I sit down, pressing against my prostate, and I whimper pitifully. Being this close to Lance is enough to make me half hard again. At the same time my bladder is so full of water I feel like I’m about to explode.
Lance smiles at me, and I meet his eyes, silently pleading for something to happen.
‘How are you feeling?’ he asks. ‘No judgements, answer honestly.’
I draw a breath and cross my legs, trying to stop my foot from moving. I clear my throat. ‘I feel like . . . I can’t really explain it. I feel everything right now. Like I need to pee, and I need to come, and I need . . .’ I trail off, blushing. ‘I need your cock inside me,’ I mumble, feeling slightly embarrassed. ‘Everything hurts, and everything feels sort of wonderful all at once. It’s like . . . anticipation,’ I finish lamely, looking away.
‘Sounds like all of this is having its desired effect,’ says Lance. He walks over to the sink and fills a glass of water, giving it to me. ‘Drink,’ he instructs.
I stare at the glass, uncertain of whether I’ll be able to handle another without peeing my pants. They’re already moist from the odd stray drop coming out on the way over.
‘Last one, I promise,’ Lance assures me, and against my better judgment I drink the water.
Lance takes the glass from me. ‘All right,’ he says gently. ‘Here’s how the rest of this scene will play out. We get in the bath where I will fuck you. Then, if you manage to hold out until my say-so, I will give you the biggest orgasm of your life. Pretty straight forward. All you have to do is exactly what I say. Okay?’
I nod. ‘Yes, sir,’ I manage.
He takes my hand and pulls me to my feet, and we walk through the flat, through the bedroom and into the large ensuite bathroom. I have to stop every few steps to cross my legs and whimper.
The large jacuzzi tub is already filled and steaming. Lance hasn’t told me to get undressed, so I stand still and watch as he takes his clothes off, folding them neatly. Then he turns to me and undresses me. He doesn’t touch me unnecessarily, and he doesn’t kiss me. He undresses me the way a parent might undress a child. When at last he pulls down my pants I whimper, the friction of the fabric against my cock almost more than I can bear. He examines my pants and the stains of precum mixed with urine there, nodding.
‘You’re doing well,’ Lance says soothingly. ‘Just a bit longer now.’
He gets in the tub and sits on one of the raised seats. ’Get in, stand in front of me.’
Once again I do as I’m told, standing before him. My stomach, so full of water, protrudes slightly. He puts a hand on it, and my eyes snap shut as I try to stop myself from peeing. I feel a few drops trickle out. My hard-on helps a little bit, though, and I’m able to stop the flow before it starts. Lance appears to let my momentary disobedience pass. He moves his hands, stroking my sides and then moving to my arse, squeezing the flesh. My mouth is open now and I’m panting, completely unable to keep my cool. He reaches in between my cheeks, grabs the end of the butt plug and pulls slowly.
I utter a long, drawn out whine, the sudden emptiness making it harder to hold it, but I just about manage thanks to my raging hard-on, holding my breath. Two fingers enter me. I’m slick with lube, but Lance coats his fingers with a bit more, as we’ll be doing this in the water. Then he strokes his cock a couple of times. It’s hard and glistening.
Lance takes my hands and pulls me forward. He pulls me into his lap, facing him, and without much ado he enters me, slowly. I grit my teeth, breathing noisily. I keep thinking, I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it! But miraculously I do, until he’s inside all the way. He holds my hips still, pulling back out and sliding back in, and I can hardly breathe. It hurts and it feels so good, and as he picks up his speed and intensity, fucking me harder and faster, I feel tears rolling down my cheeks and I begin to sob.
‘You’re doing such a good job,’ Lance murmurs. ‘Fuck, you’re so gorgeous and you feel so good, Keenan. Just a little while longer, just a little more, that’s it, good boy . . .’
I’m properly weeping now, unable to stop, as his cock hits my prostate again and again. He slows down, still going hard, still pounding my prostate with every other thrust, looking up into my brown eyes with his blue ones and fucking into me like there’s nothing else in the world.
I’ve never been closer to using our safe-word. Of all the things we’ve done together up until now, from french ticklers to candle wax, whips and chains to nipple clamps, nothing has put me this close to complete desperation. Nothing has hurt as much or felt as good as this, all at once. ‘Please,’ I whimper, not even realising I’m saying it until I hear the words come back to me. ‘Please, let me . . . I can’t hold it, please!’
‘Just a little longer. You’re doing so well,’ he repeats, stroking my sides as he picks up the pace again. ‘Oh, I’m getting so close, Keenan, soon . . .’ And just as I think I can’t possibly hold it anymore, just as I’m about to shout ‘Oh Captain, my Captain’ at the top of my lungs, he says, ‘Now, Keenan. Let it all go, baby.’
And I do. First I come, with a sob and a shout, shooting great big strings of white at his chest and mine. I ride through it, beginning to move of my own accord, fucking down on his dick. As I do, Lance moves one hand to my lower abdomen and pushes, squeezes just where my bladder is. The pain is exquisite, and I cry out with it, unable to keep my eyes open, brief spurts of warm urine mixing with my semen.
Once I finish coming there’s a brief pause in the flow while Lance keeps fucking me, shallower thrusts now, and I feel myself starting to relax after my ejaculation, and then all at once I begin to piss in a hard, steady stream.
It’s relief like I’ve never felt it before. Emptying my bladder over the both of us feels like a continuation of the orgasm, like it goes on and on. I’m sobbing with abandon, still wetting, when Lance grabs my hips again, tightening his grip. With a few grunts he fucks up into me, harder and faster than before, and then he comes inside me with a groan.
As the last drops of urine drip out of my now flaccid cock I collapse against Lance’s chest, still sobbing. I feel like I’m unable to stop, heaving for air with great difficulty. Lance is stroking my back gently now, murmuring soothing encouragements in my ear. ‘You’re beautiful. You did so well. I’m so proud of you. You’re so good, so good.’
He’s still inside me, his cock still throbbing slightly, and it occurs to me, judging by how hard he came, that he’s been holding back his orgasm all day as well. He’s wanted me just as much as I’ve wanted him, thought about me as I’ve been thinking of him. The thought causes fresh tears to well forth, but it also calms me, and I manage to catch my breath at last.
‘There you go,’ says Lance. ‘Good boy. That’s it. Come back to me.’
Finding my strength, I pull away slightly and wipe my eyes, smiling at him. He smiles back, running a hand up my side. He shifts under me, and I lift my arse, letting him slip out. He stands up and switches our positions, sitting me down on the seat. He kneels before me, grabbing a loofah off the side of the tub, and begins to wash me, gently scrubbing away the sticky semen.
‘Are you feeling okay?’ Lance asks softly, cleaning my chest with the loofah.
I nod. ‘Yeah. I feel fine.’
‘How was that?’
I blow out a breath of air shakily. ‘It was . . . incredible,’ I admit after a moment’s pause for thought. ‘It was cleansing. All of that pent up . . . stuff . . . just bursting out all at once. It was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.’ I blush. ‘I was kind of nervous. I would never have dreamed that I’d actually be into something like this . . .’
Lance chuckles. ‘You’d never have dreamed that you’d be into most of the things we’ve been doing, I’d imagine.’
I shrug. ‘No, but all of that stuff is at least stuff I’ve, you know, thought about at one point or another. Even though there were a lot fewer, shall we say, special effects involved than usual, I think this is by far the kinkiest thing you’ve had me do.’ I feel a grin spread across my face, comfortable once more now that the scene is so clearly ended. ‘Not that I’m complaining, mind you.’
‘It’s only kinky the first time,’ says Lance with a wicked smile. ‘Next time, you’ll know what’s going to happen, and you’ll get to spend all of that time thinking about it and remembering.’ He sighs deeply, a look of contentment on his face. ‘You were so fucking hot! I can’t wait to see you that desperate again.’ He kisses me deeply, his mouth still tasting faintly of the wine he was drinking earlier. ‘Not too soon, though,’ he murmurs against my lips. ‘Wouldn’t want to make it boring, and this kind of scene takes a strain. The build-up alone is . . . Well. I don’t need to tell you, do I?’
I take the loofah from him and scrub his chest, intermittently placing kisses on his face, neck, shoulders.
When we are both clean, Lance pulls the plug and showers us both off. Then he wraps me in a fluffy white towel. I feel suddenly drained. Lance doesn’t need me to tell him that. He sits me down on the toilet seat while he towels himself off, and then he leads me out into the bedroom, where he pushes me gently down on the bed and pulls the covers over me. He sits down on the bedside, stroking my hair.
‘You did magnificently today, babe,’ he says in what is barely more than a whisper. ‘And you felt so good. You rest for a bit now, okay? I’ll go cook us some dinner.’
I murmur my agreement sleepily, and before I have time to register his leaving the room, I’m fast asleep. |
So Crazygirl4900 asked me for some Katy Knight wetting (Bed wetting and/or swimsuit wetting). I honestly couldn't resist, because BTR. :3 It's a 5+1 style story. If you haven't read anything like it before, I'd suggest looking some up. They're awesome and I've been looking for an excuse to write something in this format for a while. Hope everyone enjoys! :)
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1.
She was five. Kendall was the only one who knew that it still happened, because she always crawled into bed with him after a nightmare. He was the one who somehow got her the stupid pull-ups. She didn't ask how, but she just decided it was easier then being a disappointing wet little monster.
2.
It was right before her tenth birthday when they moved to LA. The apartment they were in was crappy, and she'd had to bunk with her mom and Kendall. Not the worst thing in the world, but she still had the same, stupid problem. Kendall had gotten a job (before they left), which had helped him get her more pull-ups, but still. Ten. She was almost ten and she still wet the stupid bed.
The first night was the hardest, because there was very little privacy in their tiny apartment. Seriously, couldn't Gustavo have put them up someplace a LITTLE nicer (Or at least with more than two bedrooms)? She took her time getting ready for bed. She honestly had almost abandon the idea, before Kendall decided she probably needed help (He always did, despite the fact she was almost ten), and decided to just come barging in.
"You okay baby sis?" He asked, that same, goofy grin on his face as always. It at least put her at ease, making her smile shyly.
"Yeah.... just nervous," She admitted. "I don't want anyone else to-"
"Hey, you really think I'm gonna let anyone pick on you?" He asked, getting down on his knees so they could see eye to eye.
".....No. But come ON Kendall! It's embarrassing!" She whined.
".....Tell you what. If you wear em tonight, I'll let you take Logan on in scrabble, okay?" She sighed, but nodded. How the heck could she pass that offer up? In the end, Logan lost (Thanks to one not so little word), and everything went fine. Well, sort of, but Kendall had her back.
3.
Kendall was gone a lot more, which made things even harder. Without him around, her stash of protection slowly depleted. She'd had to stop wearing them, which was why she had fallen asleep on the couch, waiting for Kendall to get back from his date (Which was supposed to happen an hour ago) so that they could play her new video game.
But she HAD fallen asleep before she could change and, unfortunately, Logan got home first. He took one look at Katy, and frowned. This wasn't like her. The normally so put together, almost eleven-year-old he knew wouldn't.... Well. But she and Kendall were so CLOSE. And he'd been around less and less lately. Maybe this was a side effect?
He sighed. Time to play big brother. Seriously, he'd have to talk to Kendall about this one. He gingerly made his way over to the couch, gently shaking the girl. "Katy? Wake up," he whispered gently.
"Hmm?" She said, slowly opening her eyes. "Logie? Where's-" She stopped short, feeling the cold dampness beneath her. She bit her lip and blushed, trying to fight the tears that threatened to overflow her eyes.
"Hey hey hey, don't cry," Logan pleaded. "It's not the end of the world. We can clean it up and no one will ever know, okay? It was just a fluke thing, right?"
Katy swallowed the lump in her throat, wiping roughly at her eyes before she nodded. Logan didn't believe that for a second but let it slide.
"Hey, you go clean up, I'll take care of the couch and then we can have hot chocolate, alright?"
"With Marshmallows?" Katy asked. Logan nodded. In the end, the sofa was an easy fix, and Katy was back asleep by the time Kendall eventually trudged in the door, feeling so guilty he could barely stand himself.
4.
Twelve. She was twelve, and she was STILL having more wet nights than dry. Kendall was too busy to help her anymore, so she was on her own with this. Well, that wasn't fair. He was just so BUSY. He said to ask him and he'd always be there for her. But she was too big for this. She had to get it under control by herself.
So, it was after that horrible Valentines Day (well, horrible for the guys, not so much her), that she found herself once again awake, alone, and wet. She sighed, cleaning herself up before balling everything up to take down to do laundry. Unfortunately, she hadn't counted on James being awake and devouring ice cream (A ritual he had after a date gone wrong). She squeaked, and that's when he noticed her.
"Katy? What are you doing up?" He asked.
"I-I um-"
"And what's with the laundry?"
"Well you see I... uh-"
"Katy," James said. She blushed, and tried to avoid his gaze. "Hey, not the end of the world." She risked a glance up, and he was smiling at her. "Come on, I'll help." In the end, it was a quiet affair, and before long they were both back in the apartment, eating ice cream together.
"Next time just come find me, okay?" James said through a mouthful.
"Okay," Katy mumbled.
5.
In her defense, the stupid Jennifer's had been BEGGING for Katy to mess with them. And mess with them she did. She'd hijacked the fan, sending Curly-haired Jennifer's hat flying into the water, thus disrupting their strut. It had been hilarious to see her trying to get the hat from Katy, who kept swimming farther and farther away. At least until Carlos had dove in, grabbed the hat, and handed it back. But then Katy had gotten out, and the coldness she felt had made her realize just how BADLY she'd needed to pee. She grabbed her towel and ran, something Carlos took notice of.
She hadn't made it, not by a long shot. She'd barely gotten in the elevator and she'd lost it. These sort of things were beginning to happen more and more lately. She let the tears fall, before the doors opened again. She looked up, trembling, to see Camille standing there with Carlos.
".....Come here," The Latino said, wrapping the dripping girl into a hug. Carlos hugs were the best, and she snuggled into him.
"M'sorry Los!" She cried. "D-didn' mean to!"
"I know. Come on, let's get home and you can clean up," He said gently with a smile.
"Then Cartoons?" She asked with a sniffle.
"Then Cartoons," Carlos promised.
+1.
Katy was asleep on Kendall's lap, something that hadn't happened since last tour. She was growing up so fast, and it felt like he had no more than blinked and now she was thirteen and a half.
"God, where the time go?" Kendall whispered.
"I know right? Seems like just yesterday she was that little thing on the couch I found that one day..." Logan trailed off.
"You too? I caught her one night downstairs, trying to do her own laundry," James added.
"Last week she had an accident at the pool," Carlos added. Kendall slowly began to realize just how much he HADN'T been there for his sister.
"She told me they'd stopped," He said. The others looked at him with fond eyes.
"I think she didn't want to bug you," Logan said. "I can't imagine this is super great for her pride."
As if on cue, Katy stirred slightly. Kendall wrapped her up tighter in his arms. "Shh, I gotcha K, I promise," He said. "Always." |
This story spoils Arkham Knight's Knightfall ending. Don't read if you haven't hundred percented Arkham Knight. With that being said, this was a fun little adventure into male omorashi sort of. Enjoy I guess.
I once had someone tell me that seeing the life drain from the face of a man who knows they are going to die is the worst thing to witness. I’ve got to tell you though; seeing the serial rapist in front of me resign to his fate was a little bit thrilling. I leveled my pistol at his head. Are you feeling lucky punk?
“Oracle to Little Red, come in Little Red.” A woman’s voice spoke through my comm.
“Barbara?” I asked skeptically.
“Great. Just give my name out to a criminal, again. Thanks a lot for that Jason.” Barbara scolded me.
BANG! “I don’t think he will be an issue.”
“Jesus Christ! Jason, we don’t kill.”
“I think you have me confused for someone else. What do you want, anyways?”
“Two Face has escaped GCPD. With Bruce… we need you to stop him. No killing.”
“That’s not really my M.O. Maybe you should put Tim on the case.” I wasn’t very good at hiding my contempt for the new boy wonder.
“Tim is investigating a loose end in the Order of St. Dumas case. And before you ask, Dick is taking care of Blüdhaven.”
“St. Dumas? Does that have something to do with the wannabe knight running around during my siege on Gotham?”
“Focus, Jason. I need your help on this case.”
“Fine. I owe you anyway.”
“Oh, you mean for getting me kidnapped and almost killed?”
“Bruce caught you.”
“Whatever. Harvey’s last known location is the Solomon Wayne Courthouse in the Arkham City remnants.”
“Of course he is.” I rolled his eyes.
It didn’t take Jason too long before he was perched outside the courthouse. His helmet’s infrared allowed him to scope out the interior. “No guards? You’ve really fallen haven’t you, Dent.”
“Don’t underestimate him.” Barbara warned.
“He’s an ex lawyer. I think I can take him.” I sneered.
“Before you die, can you tell me what happened to you?”
“What do you mean?”
“We were all taught by Bruce, what went wrong with you?”
“It’s like what Dick always says. You can take the boy out of crime, but you can’t take crime out of the boy.”
“It’s circus. He says circus.”
“Close enough. Listen, Babs, I have hot date. Gotta go.” I clicked off the comm. “Hey, Dent. How’s it hanging.”
“Great, another two bit gangster who thinks he’s worth our time.” Two face growled.
“Are you retarded? Do you know who I am? I am the goddam Batman…’s replacement.”
“Of course you are. Don’t you realize you vigilante types only create the monsters you claim to fight?” Harvey cast his gaze downward.
“I have a solution for said monsters.” I held up a gun. “I have two! I know you like that sort of thing.”
“At least you are honest about your inner darkness.” Two face growled.
I should have heard the steps approaching. Bruce would have. My helmet’s live feed was reduced to static as the crowbar met the back of my head. The helmet didn’t reduce the impact and I was floored.
I came to in a small cell. Through a layer of bullet proof glass I saw my guns and my helmet. I was exposed.
“I was hoping for someone I would know. Who the hell are you?” Some thug asked.
“Your worst nightmare.”
“Says the guy locked in a cell.”
“Why don’t you let me out? I don’t have my weapons and it would prove yourself to two face.”
“Well… yeah I can take you.”
Idiot. As I moved to my feet my bladder ached. Damn. It really hurt. Distracted by my bodily need (Bruce would be furious) I almost didn’t dodge the thug’s charge. Almost. Before the scum knew what hit him he was out.
Ki- …catch Dent, then find bathroom. I told myself, struggling to retain a cavalier gait. I took my helmet and guns before I moved back to the courtroom.
“Really Dent. One thug? Is that all that you could find?”
“Damn kid. Why don’t you just give up.” Two face growled.
“Riiight. I really should have learned my lesson last time. I mean you locked me in a cell with an incompetent guard. Let me guess, the coin told you to do it. Right? Let me tell you a secret: you can lie about what the coin says. No one will care.”
“Where would be the justice in that?” Harvey asked. I almost pitied the psychopath.
“What’s the coin telling you now?” I leveled my gun at him.
The disfigured bastard flipped the coin in the air and almost immediately snatched it back, his eyes gazed at the results.
“This is my exit.” Two-face growled. He jumped through the stained glass and head off into the night. I might have reacted quick enough to stop him if I wasn’t trying so hard to no pee-pee dance.
I charged after him. “Jumping through glass, Dent? Do you want scars on the other half too?” For a middle aged ex lawyer he was fast. Weighed down by my bladder I couldn’t catch up.
“Damn.” I mumbled. Immediately I felt hot piss roll down my legs. The relief was almost worth it. Hot liquid sprayed down my thighs. I was sure I was leaving a trail of urine behind me. Actually I looked back and could definitely see tiny puddles of urine trail behind me. It was worth it. As more and more pee cascaded down my legs and splattered across the ground behind I could put more focus into pushing myself forward.
Urine soaked legs threw the earth behind me. The distance between my fellow psychopath and I closed. Harvey darted into an alleyway. I followed his suit. He approached a fork in the alley. Two paths. Two choices.
“Ask the quarter Harvey. Which way do you go. I know you wanna.”
He was actually frightened. With Bruce at least he knew he would survive. Dent must be facing his own morality at the moment. Luckily for him, I was obligated to take him alive. He doesn’t need to know that though.
He actually threw the coin in the air. No longer distracted by my bladder I fired my gun. The coin was gone. Harvey turned to face me, dumbstruck. He tried to formulate a sentence but could only mumbled incoherencies. His legs trembled as I aimed my pistol at him. Something hissed. The part of his pants that were white began to darken and cling to his leg. Pee began to snake away from his feet and pool in the dirty alley.
“You would think you would go number two.” I cocked my head. I clicked on my comm after subduing Dent. Not that he really needed it.
“Finally. What the hell was that about, Todd.” Barbara demanded.
“I got the job done, didn’t I? Debt paid.”
“Fine. You are free to go.” She grumbled.
“Will do. And by the way…. Give my condolences to Dick… if you talk to him. And… I am sorry.”
“I-… Let’s just… I don’t know. By the way, Todd, you may have turned off your comm but I could still see and hear everything you could. Maybe even more so.”
“So you saw Dent piss himself?” I laughed.
“Well yeah, but maybe don’t look at your own potty trail.” Barbara laughed. |
A/N: A commission for one of my absolute favorite people! They wanted some Tony fearwetting or bedwetting, so of course we decided to combine the two. There's a slight bit of shipping of him with Bruce here, as per their request (I was given the chose of him, Steve, or Pepper).
He was alone.
He was alone and it was not the kind of alone he liked or was used to, where he had an AI to converse with and the ability to call someone over in a manner of minutes, because that wasn't really alone, not like this. That was a luxury; this sort of alone is anything but.
One of the most obvious differences was that there were still people present, but they were people he could not understand and people he knew wanted him dead. People who had already hurt him. People who were going to hurt him again.
If he cried out for help, no one would hear him. If he begged for his life, no one would hear him. They would laugh in his face, because, even without understanding, they would know they had broken him. Without his trademark arrogance, he wasn't even sure if he was still himself.
It would not be long before they were upon him again, and he dreaded that. The one thing worse then how alone he was here was the way they treated him. The way they pad no mind to his condition and how fragile his life was right now and the way they regarded him as nothing when he was so used to being everything. His body and his pride hurt and he was alone and he was scared.
His panic rose when he realized that, on top of everything else, he really, really needed to piss. The urge came out of nowhere and overwhelmed him, his suddenly-full bladder begging him for relief that he could not pursue. Even though he was alone, he was not alone and if they saw him, they would surely torment him, but if they did not leave...if they did not leave.
But they would not leave and he knew they wouldn't and he knew they would be upon him again soon, to intimidate him and hurt him and, god, if only he didn't have to piss so badly on top of everything else! He couldn't think straight, through the fear and the desperation, clenching his fists and shifting around as his bladder pulsed and throbbed, demanding the attention he was already giving it.
And, oh god, they were looking at him now and they were saying something he could not understand but that he knew meant nothing good for him, and he squirmed as he tried to hide how badly he needed to piss, but they were coming toward him and he couldn't help but be terrified and it was all too much for him and he screamed.
They laughed at him as he screamed and he felt a warmth spreading out from his crotch and down his legs and he knew he was wetting himself and they laughed harder as they realized this. He tried to think of a way out of this, but he had tried that a thousand times already and there was no way out until-
Until Tony Stark woke up in his bed, far from the men who had taken him captive all those years ago, free once again from the nightmare that still plagued him from time to time. This one had been a bit different, and it was as he was realizing those differences that he realized, horrified, that at least one part of his dream had been real. He was wet, the bed was wet around him, slightly warm but slowly starting to cool. He had not dreamed that part. He had actually wet the bed.
Just as he was beginning to think that there was nothing that could possibly make this situation worse, the man laying beside him tentatively said, “Tony? Are you awake now?”
He slowly turned his head to see Bruce Banner looking at him with concern, and humiliation flared up in him all over again. He knew that the other man must have felt it and must already know; there was certainly no covering this up.
“Yeah,” he said, “I'm awake.”
“Good, because...well, you were screaming, and I was about to try to wake you up but then you stopped and...” Bruce paused, as if looking for the right words to say 'pissed the bed'. “And then you woke up.”
“It was a nightmare,” admitted Tony. “A stupid nightmare that I shouldn't even have anymore, and I've never...god, you must think I'm pathetic for this. You do, don't you? God, I...I swear that this-” he gestured down slightly- “has never happened before and I don't know why-”
“Hey, hey,” said Bruce, interrupting him with a wave of his hand. “Tony. Hey, it's alright, it happens. I'm just happy to know you were just having a dream and nothing bad happened.”
“No, I think you're a little confused there. This is not alright, and this kind of a thing does not happen. At least, it doesn't happen to me, it's not supposed to, I don't know why it even did.” He floundered for the right words to say to explain the situation away and make it look better for him, but try as he might, there was nothing he could think of because there was nothing to say.
“Actually, I'm not confused,” replied Bruce, his gentle smile not faltering in the slightest. “Maybe this kind of a thing hasn't happened to you, but it does happen, and to a lot of people. When you're stressed, especially, and by the looks of that nightmare, I'd say you were under a lot of stress. But it definitely isn't a big deal, and you know I don't think any less of you for it.”
Still, Tony did not feel much better. It was humiliating enough that he had woken up screaming in the middle of the night, all from an outdated nightmare. He didn't need the added insult of wetting the bed while he was sharing it with someone else thrown in there. He didn't know if he would ever be able to let himself live this down, even if Bruce would.
But then that thought came back to him, again and again. Even if he would not let himself live it down, Bruce would. That was a fact, and he knew that it was true. He could feel as ashamed and disappointed in himself as he wanted, but Bruce did not and would not care about what had happened. This thought did not erase the shame of the incident, but it was a start.
And so, though Tony did not say another word on the subject, he allowed Bruce to help him strip the bed and remake it with spare sheets, and when they laid back down together, he even let himself be held as he fell back asleep.
A/N: Sorry it was kinda short, hope you still liked it, pal! |
A/N: I'm a stupid, kinky girl with my stupid OCs, and I can't help my behavior. This story features Cutlass and the Penalty, in a sort-of relationship that I can assure you is not canon in the true story. Cutlass will be the only one wetting.
Why the hell had he agreed to this?
Why the fucking hell had he ever thought that agreeing to this would be a good idea? What choices had he made that had lead his life up to the point that agreeing to this would even be an option, much less an option that he would take? At what point had he allowed himself to fall this deeply in love with Francesca Pierce?
Of course, she didn't know that he loved her yet, and she probably wouldn't take it too well if he told her. Their arrangement was a bit more simple than that. She got bored on stakeouts, considering the fact that Myrmidon always gave her unlikely leads to follow due to her habit of attacking without waiting for the rest of the team and causing more trouble than was necessary.
He had often run into her during such a stakeout on his own patrols and had taken to hanging around and keeping her company. One day, it turned into something more. She was bored, after all, and she missed men, and Serendipity wasn't giving her what she needed, and she had allegedly fucked every member of her team besides Razzmatazz. He was not a part of the team, but she figured he should be included on that list. He only pretended to resist her advances, and only for about ten minutes.
So now, they had this back-alley arrangement, where whenever a night was slow, it was guaranteed they would at least fuck, if not experiment with some new kinky thing that he had not heard of and that she had never been able to convince anyone to try with her, and somewhere along the line, he had stopped internally denying the feelings that had been in development since the day they met.
But this was something more than new to him. He was a tough, scary guy- that was something that no one could deny. And yet Francesca, the only person he would ever regard as his equal, saw him not as something to be feared, but as something to be broken and controlled, and even though she was one hell of a masochist, she had taken great delight in breaking and controlling him. Many of their nights together had taken such a turn, until she had finally given him instructions so strange that he barely believed, but did not dare disobey.
She told him that the next time they met up, he was to arrive only after he had consumed a certain amount of liquid and not visited a bathroom for a few hours. For whatever reason- and he certainly could see no reason to it- she wanted to watch him piss himself during her stakeout.
And, for reasons he could see even less of, he was going along with it.
He dressed as he always did, because she had stressed that he do so and because he didn't really have many other options, and arrived in his light blue skinny jeans, black canvas shoes, a plain t-shirt, a black jacket with white sleeves, black fencing gloves, and his mask, which exposed only his jaw, his mouth, the tip of his nose, his brown eyes, and his curly black hair. He was not careless enough to leave his swords behind, even knowing that they would likely not encounter any fights tonight and that the swords would only get in the way. Being careless was not his style.
He arrived and saw the Penalty, his Francesca, standing right where he expected her, also dressed as she always did. Tall boots, tight pants, a corset, a jacket with “the Penalty” embroidered on the back, fingerless gloves, all black and all leather. She carried at least eight guns, from what he could see, and he knew for a fact there were a few knives that he couldn't see. Her bright green eyes were framed by black face paint, done up in the shape of a domino mask. She was terrifying and not at all beautiful, and she was positively stunning. He was an idiot for loving her.
“Yer late,” she said, grinning as he approached.
“Bullshit,” he replied, “I'm never late. You're just impatient. Miss me or something?”
“Not impatient, jus' horny.” She admitted this completely free of shame, just as she did all things. She neither confirmed nor denied his accusation.
“Well, we'll see what I can about that,” he said.
“Guess we will, Cutlass.” She gave him a once over, smirking to some private joke she would never tell. “Speakin' a which, I'm curious. How're ya feelin'?” He knew what she meant and she knew that he knew.
She would not be disappointed in him. He had not visited the bathroom once since he had began drinking what she told him to, and he had finished it all, polishing off one last can of soda as he had made his way over. His bladder was certainly verging on full, but he had strong endurance and had been forced to hold it many times in his career as a vigilante.
“So-so,” he said, shrugging. This was the part where things got awkward for him. He had no idea what she was expecting from him. To what extent was he supposed to go to hide it? Was he supposed to be completely open about it? Hell, was he supposed to go ahead and piss himself? He doubted the last one; she seemed like the sort who would want to drag things out.
“So-so, huh?” she asked, staring more intently at him. He squeezed his thighs together, and her eyes lit up. “Ya sure yer doin' alright? If ya wanna wait on our fun, I won't be too much. Sure seems like ya need a little break.”
She was goading him, of course, and he knew from that what she wanted. He squeezed his thighs together again and said, “Hell no, why would I? I don't take breaks, be it on the job or...during private activities.” He tapped his foot lightly.
“That so? Well, aren't you a little trooper.” She winked. “Of course, as I'm sure ya know, we are most definitely on the job right now. Still, s'gonna be a long night, and I thought ta myself 'now, what would make a night like that more enjoyable?' an' I answered myself, 'sharin' a drink with a friend of course'!”
His bladder ached a bit as held up a bottle of soda, continuing with, “Sadly, the consumption a alcohol on tha job is considered 'unprofessional', so I had ta settle for this. Seems I forgot mine, though, so I guess ya'll be havin' it on yer own.”
“Oh, don't worry about me,” he said. “If you want it, I'll be just fine without. I'm...not really thirsty.” He squirmed.
“No, no, I absolutely insist.” Her smile was easy, but the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice said that he had no choice in the matter. He had assumed as much, but resisting would increase her enjoyment. She held the bottle out to him and he opened it, cringing at the sound.
She watched eagerly as he began to drink, trying to knock back as much as he could without making himself sick. It was hard, though. His bladder was so full already, and did not seem willing to accept more liquid. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, emptying the bottle about halfway. He had to stop for a moment after that, and as he caught his breath, he also caught her staring at the way he fidgeted.
“You seem pretty focused on something, Franny,” he said with a chuckle.
“Don't call me that. And I'm jus' concerned for the health an' safety of my friend here. You sure there isn't somethin' bothering ya?”
“I'm fine.” He wasn't fine. He knew he wasn't fine and she knew he wasn't fine, and anyone who passed by would be able to tell he wasn't fine fairly quickly. The last bit of soda he had had on the way was hitting him, filling and expanding his bladder beyond its normal capacities, and what he had just drank was only going to make that worse. He could not hold still as he fought off the throbbing pressure in his lower abdomen.
He really, really had to piss, so fucking badly, and it was all her fault, but actually his own fault for going along with this ridiculous suggestion. His jeans were digging into his stomach and he could see a small bulge that he assumed was his bladder, swollen beyond belief.
With each slight movement, he felt the liquid jostle around, sloshing and trying to force its way out of him. Even with this in mind, staying still was much worse on him and he rocked back and forth, jiggling his knees. The hunger in Francesca's eyes was unmistakable as she watched him struggle, and that alone made this worth it, though he was ashamed that such a thing was true. He was really going to piss his pants for this woman, wasn't he? And while she was supposed to be on the job and he should be out on patrol, no less.
“Doncha think you should finish that soda before it gets hot?” she suggested, not even bothering to hide the teasing tone to her voice.
Cutlass gave a slight nod, not trusting his own voice. If he spoke, he would surely sound strained and give away just how close he was to losing control. He wondered how she had even come up with an idea like this or decided it was something she would enjoy sexually. Even moreso, he wondered why, of all things, she was his one weakness and had the power to make him do just about anything.
He sipped at the bottle, grimacing as he did so. He clenched a gloved fist, practically bouncing up and down as he attempted to drain the rest of the drink. He couldn't do it, and stopped again with only a fourth left. He was nearing his breaking point and he did not think he would be able to finish it before his bladder gave up on him.
“Cutlass, honey, ya seem agitated,” said Francesca, giggling like a schoolgirl, if that schoolgirl smoked two packs a day. “Yer actin' like ya don't want your soda and ya keep fidgetin'.”
“It's nothing.”
“Don't fuckin' lie ta me, kid,” she shot back. “Tell me what's wrong. Now.” He could tell by the way she looked at him that she wanted to hear him say what they both knew before the night had even begun.
“I...I really have to piss,” he mumbled.
“Oh, ya do, huh?” He noticed her fidget a bit herself, though it was most definitely caused by something different.
“I do. I have to piss real bad, I...” He blushed, not used to saying such things out loud.
“Aw, poor baby. Can't ya hold it a little longer?”
“I don't think I can,” he confessed, squirming and dropping the bottle to clench his other fist. The soda spilled on the ground, and the sound of it splashing caused a momentary lapse of control.
A spurt of piss forced its way out, dampening his underwear and causing him to whimper so pathetically that she laughed. He shoved a hand between his legs, grabbing his cock through his pants. His cheeks were a bright red beneath his mask, but he did not lessen his grip. If he did, he knew his jeans would soon be flooded. Well, they would soon be flooded no matter what he did, but this would at least be a slight delay.
“Poor little Cutlass gonna have an accident?” teased Francesca, cackling. “Doncha think that's a little pathetic? Ya gotta hold it better than that if yer serious about bein' a hero, ya know.”
“I know,” he snapped, his bladder giving a harsh spasm that left a small, dark spot on his jeans. “F-fuck...Franny, please, I gotta piss, can't I just...?”
“What did I tell ya 'bout callin' me that? Even if I was gonna let ya off easy, certainly won't now, kid.” He tuned out the harsh laughter that followed as he doubled over, tightening his hold as he lost a bit more.
He could feel her eyes on him as he fought the last legs of his losing battle, enjoying every second of his suffering. His pants were damp enough that he could almost feel it seeping through his glove. It was the end of the line and the grand climax of the evening, though certainly not the sort of grand climax he ever thought he would be sharing with any woman.
With a groan, he felt what last little bit of control he had collapse, and a torrent of piss gushed out of him, running down the leg of his jeans and soaking through his glove completely before he thought to move his hand. He looked down as the dark spot on his crotch spread, the liquid hissing as it spilled onto the concrete beneath him.
His bladder cramped as it slowly relaxed back into place, forcing out the final remnants of all he had had to drink- though, of course, the soda she had made him drink could not have been a part of that yet and he would likely have to pee again very soon. A few tiny droplets ended his stream, the puddle beneath him positively huge and his pants so soaked that they clung to his body.
He was panting as he struggled to catch his breath, but Francesca was breathing even more heavily than he was, rubbing her thighs together much like he had before, but again, it was for a very different reason. She looked more aroused than he had ever seen her, and, though he would never admit this to her or anyone else, he could almost kinda see why.
Maybe it was just the overwhelming pleasure of relief after being forced to hold so much, or maybe it was some deep rooted psychological ordeal involving him having a need for losing control, but there was a part of him that thought that he might possibly be a little bit into that.
He was snapped out of his contemplation when he heard a soft groan from Francesca and turned to see her slump against a wall, a dopey grin on her face. She reached in her pockets for her lighter and a cigarette, lighting it up as soon as it was in her mouth.
“Did you like that, Franny?” he asked, unable to help being a little smug.
“Loved it. We're definitely doin' that again sometime,” she said, sounding just a little bit dazed. “But I told ya not to fuckin' call me that.”
A/N: This was incredibly last minute. Like, I had the idea late last night and wrote this all in one day last minute. I don't know, I just. Stupid characters. I ship these two even though I don't write them in a relationship at any point. I'm so silly. |
So after delving into an actual property last time that being Agents of Shield which you can check out along with my other stories if you want to I've decided to go back to my original stories. I've decided to take my first two stories and do them in a different direction where the character roles are reversed. So this is the sequel to Pet For A Day this time with Michelle's friend Amy being the human pet to Michelle.
Plot: After remembering the time Michelle walked around as Amy's pet for a day Amy decides to take on the challenge of being Michelle's pet herself feeling she can accomplish this task. But in desperate times what will she do? Especially when they aren't very pleasant.
It had been a few weeks since Michelle became a man for a brief time and realised some unrealised feelings for her friend Amy. Of course she kept this to herself and decided ultimately it would be her secret. Sitting in deep thought Michelle's thoughts were interrupted by Amy getting up.
"Hey I'm getting up for a soda do you want one?" Amy asked
"No I'm good" Michelle said
A minute later Amy returned with a soda but also something Michelle wasn't expecting that being her old dog leash and collar from when she subjected herself to being Amy's pet for a day. They had kept their supplies in case they ever got a real dog. Despite some embarrassment it had been an interesting experiment.
"Hey remember when you said you be my puppy for a day and you actually walked around like a dog and everything?" Amy smiled though it been embarrassing a tad she remembered that it was amusing and was for fun no real sexual stuff.
"Yeah it was" Michelle replied
"You know though you admitted defeat I bet you I could last the day" Amy told her.
"Really?" Michelle said surprised considering she was the one who said that she was crazy when she came to her with this idea
"Yeah. I'm not embarrassed to do this and I thought it looked like fun when you did it. So how about it? Tomorrow I'm your puppy" Amy said to her friend.
"Well okay then." Michelle said. It'll be interesting to see this from a different perspective. How would Amy react if she was forced to pee on a fire hydrant like she did?
"Okay cool. It's gonna be great playing puppy again" Amy said
"Yes but only this time your puppy" Michelle stated
"Well better get to work so everything is ready for tomorrow then" Amy said leaving the room and entering the kitchen as cupboards were being opened presumably to fetch the bowls and dog food
"You sure you want to eat that? I nearly threw up" Michelle called
"Like I said I'm not embarrassed" Amy said
Michelle smiled. She had a good friend. The next day Michelle walked down the steps after getting up. She had moved in with Amy a few months ago because she had offered her to stay and since she had no one else and wanted to be close with her friend she decided on moving in. Entering the kitchen she noticed Amy there waiting as she had her leash and collar ready to go.
"Morning or woof" Amy stated
"Morning to you puppy, So should we get started?" Michelle said as Amy nodded. Picking up the leash and collar she put it on Amy's neck. Getting out of her chair Amy got down on all fours and looked up at her.
"Hungry?" Michelle asked
Amy nodded so Michelle pulled her by the leash over to the bowl with dog food in it as Amy dug into the bowl and chomped on the food. Finishing she suddenly made an awkward face as Michelle looked at her
"Did puppy like her food?" Michelle asked. She looked cute like this
Amy nodded but felt a grumbling in her stomach but ignored it. She then dipped her head into her bowl of water and drunk it all fast. She smiled at Michelle. This seemed easier then she made it seem.
Deciding to see if she liked playing more than she would Michelle led Amy outside by her leash to the backyard and began playing fetch with her. Amazingly she enjoyed it more than she did although she did notice sometimes she held her stomach in an odd way. She then led her back inside.
"Want to take a nap?" Michelle asked
Amy nodded and ran as Michelle had to hang on her leash being pulled along but she didn't mind. Already she handled herself better than Michelle did. Michelle slept on her bed as Amy got into her dog sleeping position. About an hour or so later Amy shifted a bit in her sleep and then got up holding her crotch area signifying her need to pee. Deciding not to go to the bother of waking Michelle, Amy crept out the door and then ran downstairs and into the kitchen towards the back door. Realising she locked the door she looked around for the keys hoping in desperation. All that water got to her.
"Come on where are you" Amy whispered. Now she was a little annoyed but hey one instance out of several Michelle had wasn't bad.
Suddenly Amy heard footsteps. Realising Michelle was coming she quickly got down on all fours and just put her hand up to the door whining. She needed to go. Michelle then walked over and put her collar and leash on her and then opened the door with the key from her pocket and then led her out the backyard.
"Come on puppy let's go pee" Michelle said in a sweet tone. She remembered what this was like noticing the desperation on Amy's face as she quickly crawled following her to the big tree that Michelle had peed behind before. Quickly pulling down her pants and panties in desperation Amy finally squatted and let go sighing in relief and moaning as the pee hit the grass. God that felt good. Finally finishing she shook off any remaining drops she stood up and pulled her pants and panties up and ran over to Michelle.
"Better puppy?" Michelle asked. She was impressed with Amy so far she didn't feel any embarrassment. Taking her back inside Amy ate more dog food and drank more water again showing no problem.
Deciding she'd take her out even further Michelle pulled her by her leash as she headed with her to the park leaving the house. Arriving there Michelle let Amy run free in an area where not to many people were around. Though some people passed by giving them weird looks they had managed to get around without much issue.
Running around Amy was enjoying free play. She ran into some dogs and did her best growl making them run. Then noticing a tree nearby she realised her need to pee was growing again. Making sure nobody was around she quickly dashed to the tree and then yanked down her pants and panties and began peeing again and sighed in relief as her pee hit the grass, Finishing she shook off any remaining drops she was about to stand up but stopped midway as she felt that pain in her stomach again it now feeling more intense. Finally Amy realised what was wrong. She had to take a shit.
"Damn it. Michelle never went through this when she was my puppy. And I'm not going to take a dump here I already was risking it peeing here" Amy asked herself wondering what she was going to do. Feeling the pain intensify more she decided to do what was necessary and after making sure nobody was there again she squatted down again pants and panties still around her ankles as she took a ferocious shit onto the grass that she had to resist moaning in relief too. Must have been the dog food. Looks like she reacted to it in a different way to Michelle.
Still her friend was right though this was fun there did come a point where it was embarrassing and this was it. Soon as they got home she'd give it up. Suddenly she heard Michelle's voice as she shat out what was seemingly left and began wiping with a nearby leaf. Finishing she pulled up her pants and panties and stood up but felt another pain. God she ate too much of that and way too fast god knows what her health would be like. Deciding she could hang on till they got home she quickly ran off and found Michelle.
"There you are puppy. Want to go home?" Michelle asked as Amy nodded. They needed to get back quick otherwise she'd have an accident. Leaving the park Michelle lead Amy along her leash as she tried to walk along feeling very sore and in pain from needing to take a shit. Deciding she couldn't take it anymore she tried to call out to Michelle.
"Michelle I gotta..." Amy groaned
"What's wrong puppy?" Michelle asked. Was Amy sick? Now that she thought about it she's been holding her stomach a lot today. Suddenly it came to her that Amy might have needed to take a shit as she looked at her in horror.
"Puppy do you need too..." Michelle said before being pulled to the floor and letting go of Amy's leash as she ran off towards a nearby mail box and sighing as she was about to do this she pulled down her pants and panties and then hoisted herself onto the open mail box and let go sighing happily as she crapped into it and probably all over some people's mail.
Finally Michelle caught up to her and put her hand over her lip in shock at what her friend was doing.
"Beats a fire hydrant huh Michelle?" Amy said trying to make light of this awkward situation looking around to make sure nobody was around.
"Yeah it is" Michelle replied. Yep think puppy play will be done for awhile.
Finally finishing and feeling no more pain Amy got off the mail box and closed it and wiped with another leaf she took from the park and then pulled up her pants and panties. Getting down on all fours again she headed off with Michelle back home. As the two then left a mail woman arrived ready to pick up mail for delivery and opened it up and nearly fainted at what she saw.
Meanwhile back at the house Amy was sitting down with Michelle again now collar and leash free. They had quite an eventful day.
"So we can agree though I had the more embarrassing incident I did handle this better than you?" Amy asked. Though she was embarrassed she was glad she handled herself well.
"Yeah I guess. Congrats girl you proved this is possible." Michelle said
"Right but we ain't doing this again for awhile" Amy said getting up for a soda for herself and Michelle
"Completely understand. Puppy" Michelle smiled..
THE END. Hope you thought this was okay. |
The newest recruit to the 501st Joint Fighter Wing flew in formation behind her senior comrades, machine gun around her shoulders and Striker Unit attached to her legs. It was her first long flight as her and her team were sent to scout out for enemy Neuroi as they flew high above the oceans of Britannia. Squadron Leader Sakamoto had trained her well- everything from shooting down the enemies core, shielding herself from enemy blasts, flight maneuvers and anything else in between. Yes, Miyafuji had learned almost everything there was to being one of the Strike Witches- almost.
"Keep up, Miyafuji!" Flying Officer Clostermann barked at her through her earpiece once she had noticed the newest recruit falling behind. "Honestly, I can't believe I got stuck babysitting you." She groaned taking in the distressed look on the sergeant's face as she mistook it for exhaustion.
"Lay off her, Perrine, she's been doing fine." a young, dark skinned girl said rolling onto her back as she watched the girl struggling to keep up from between the blades of her propellers. "She totally nailed you during practice yesterday." Lucchini giggled flipping back around as Perrine scowled at her.
"Sakamoto was supposed to teach me that maneuver." Perrine grumbled. "Miyafuji then had the nerve to say she simply copied it, liar! Mio's been giving her extra training behind my back." She pouted.
"You gotta admit the kid learns fast" The redhead of the group said, joining in on the conversation as her long white bunny ears flopped in the wind.
"You alright, Yoshika?" Lynnette Bishop asked slowing her pace down to match that of her friend. "You don't usually have this much trouble keeping up."
"Yeah, i'm ok." Miyafuji panted out smiling weakly to her friend the team sniper.
"You don't look ok." Lynn said eying her friend closer before flying in until they were gliding together with linked arms. "Is something bothering you?" Yoshika blushed while slowly nodding her head, her Striker Unit forcing her legs apart.
"No one told me what to do if you have to go to the bathroom." Miyafuji mumbled with a blush causing Lynn to do the same. "We've been flying all day without a break."
"O-oh" Lynn said nodding in understanding. "We usually, umm, do that on an island where we can take our Striker Units off." Miyafuji frowned as she took in the surrounding area- nothing but ocean for as far as her eyes could see.
"We haven't passed any land for quite awhile." She pointed out with a frown now forced to use her free hand to contain it. "I can't hold it and keep up with everyone; It's draining my magic."
"Well, um, you wear a bathing suit underneath your shirt, don't you?" Lynn said. "If you really needed to go, you could just, well, slowly let it out while you fly." She suggested as the two girls blushed at the thought. Yoshika grimaced and leaned into Lynn, letting her support most of her weight as she thought about that suggestion. If we don't stop soon, it's going to happen regardless, she thought with a frown. She was even halfway considering just giving up and doing it ,until she realized which direction they were flying in.
"We're flying with the wind." Yoshika announced with a moan. That idea was definitely out.
"Shirrrleyyyyy." Lucchini suddenly whined over the earpiece. "Can we stop, please? I have to pee."
"Ugh, right now? Can't you hold it?" The redheaded girl with the bunny ears asked.
"Please."
"Fine, we'll stop here." Shirley said. "Everyone pull up, we're taking a break." She announced over their connected earpieces. Miyafuji's heart let out a leap for joy, until she took in her surroundings as everyone flew over to meet her and Lynn. She was still left with the problem of "where" and "how".
"Follow Lucchini," Lynn whispered in her ear pointing to the girl who took a nosedive towards the ocean.
“Don’t you dare get pee on the Striker!” Shirley barked before sighing and flying down. It had been a while, she might as well go now too, she thought following her.
“I-I can’t move!” Yoshika whimpered pushing her free hand harder into her groin. Now that they had stopped moving, she couldn’t start up again without losing control and leaking into her Striker Unit.
“Come on, I’ve got you.” Lynn said supporting her friend by the arm and flying her down. Miyafuji’s eyes went wide as she took in the scene of Lucchini, legs completely spread open with panties pushed aside, peeing into the ocean below as she hummed.
“I-I can’t do that!” Miyafuji stuttered as her face glowed bright red. Not only was she nowhere near THAT flexible, it was so...lewd. She moaned and bent forward as another powerful urge threatened to make her lose control.
Shirley looked up from her spot over the water at the sound of moaning as she finished relieving herself with knees bent like she was sitting on the toilet. When she had finished, she splashed herself clean with a little bit of water, pulled her panties back up and flew over to find the newest recruit clutching herself and moaning.
“What’s the matter with Miyafuji?” She asked Lynnette.
“She says she can’t move without leaking in the Striker.” Lynn answered trying to figure out what to do.
“Oh no you don’t! Who do you think has to clean these things?” Shirley said half carrying her down closer to the water before lifting her up by the back of the knees to keep the Striker Unit out of harm's way. “Go ahead and go, Miyafuji, I’ve got you.” Shirley said as Yoshika quickly pulled her shirt up and relaxed not bothering with her bathing suit as she covered her face with her free hand in embarrassment. “Man, you really had to go.” Shirley teased the girl in her arms, whose stream seemed to go on and on trickling into the ocean, as her face resembled the same color as Shirley’s hair.
“Thanks” Miyafuji mumbled in embarrassment once she had finished and was able to fully concentrate on flying.
“Anything for the Stri- I mean, for you.” Shirley joked. “It’s a little tricky, but for next time, all you gotta do is hold the position you use to stop with.” She said demonstrating. “I really should get Mio to teach this kind of thing in training.” She said with a sigh. “I had to spend two hours cleaning Perrine’s unit when she peed in hers last year.”
“Don’t tell her that!” Clostermann yelled in the ear piece as a suddenly familiar “HA HA HA!” Could be heard from the base. |
Hey guys, I've started writing Om fiction to sell on Amazon and other e-book platforms. I'm really happy with my first story but not feeling it quite so much for this one. Here's an excerpt- I'd love feedback on whether it's good, or if something needs to change...
An hour later, they were still driving. Her bladder was complaining about all the champagne she’d drunk- the cold air had dried her out and she hadn’t anticipated such a long trip. She squirmed, wondering how far they had to go. They’d left the city and were now travelling along a mountain road. She tapped on the glass partition, but the driver ignored her. She had no idea what she’d do if the drive went on for much longer. She crossed her legs and frowned as they hit a bump. Surely they would stop soon, if not at the end of the journey then at a gas station for fuel and a rest break.
Another hour later, her bladder had moved from complaints to dire threats. She’d tried knocking again several times to no avail. The driver seemed blissfully (or deliberately) unaware of her plight. Squirming had progressed to jiggling in her seat, legs crossed. She didn’t try to hide her predicament. Surely if the driver looked back and saw her, he’d stop? She uncrossed her legs to try and find a more comfortable position but had to immediately cross them again as her body spasmed. She pulled her skirt up to her thighs and pressed a hand to her crotch. They definitely helped. She held it there for a full minute as the desperation subsided. Removing it, she relaxed slightly as her body wrested back some control. The drive continued.
The respite didn’t last long. Her hand made the journey to the front of her panties several times more, each time longer than the last, each time pressing a little harder. Her eyes were wet from the strain of holding in it and her body shook. She debated trying to use the now-empty bottle of Evian to urinate in. It had a narrow neck and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to aim in her condition. She squeezed her crossed legs harder together, biting her lip as another wave of spasms hit her. She had to do something. Even if they arrived at the destination in a minute or two, she wouldn’t be able to stand, let alone make it to a bathroom without embarrassing herself.
She tried rocking her pelvis again. It helped, lessening the bursting pressure against her urethra. She tried to distract herself, going over the route they’d taken to try and figure out where they were headed. Her muddled mind made no sense of it. She was in agony. She whimpered and rocked her pelvis desperately in her seat, then pulled up one foot beneath her, pressing a bare heel into her pussy. She bent forward and gasped as a spasm hit, threatening to spill the contents of her bladder all over the leather seats and her expensive dress. This couldn’t be happening. She was in a car worth more than most apartments, about to meet a man who had offered to pay her more money than she could imagine. She was no street hooker but a high end call girl… not a child who couldn’t control her basic bodily functions.
Unfortunately right now it was her bodily functions that had control. She gripped her knee, pulling the foot hard against her. Her clitoris throbbed from the pressure in an odd counterpart to her pain. She bent double, wracked by a cramp in her bladder. A trickle of urine broke through to dampen her panties. She gasped and tightened every muscle in her body to stop the flow. It worked, but she was in dire need and wouldn’t be able to hold up much longer. Her mind raced, trying to come up with a solution that wouldn’t ruin her dress, the car, or her chance at a hefty paycheck at the end of the night. As another spasm rocked her, she thrust her hand into her panties, jamming her foot against it to hold it tight against her pussy. She could feel the dampness- it wasn’t too bad yet, but she was about to spill an entire litre of Evian and half a bottle of champagne onto the seat. Thinking of the champagne reminded her of the towel. With her other hand she undid the seatbelt and reached over, freezing halfway to clamp down on another jet of hot liquid erupting from her. She grabbed the towel and wadded it up, debating how to get in under herself without letting go. She ran out of time as piss started leaking from her pussy. Tightening her hand to slow down the sudden gush, she slapped the towel in place and leaned forwards onto it, pulling her skirt up and away from the puddle that had formed under her.
Now that she had the towel in place her body refused to cooperate. The embarrassment of her situation, nerves that the driver might be watching and the mere fact that she was about to wet herself in someone else car petrified her aching bladder. Se relaxed a little, determined to only let a small amount of urine out. She gingerly removed her hand, feeling heat soak her clitoris as she did so. That wasn’t so bad. It intensified, slowly spreading to her entire groin. She released some urine, then clenched her muscles and was horrified when liquid continued to gush out of her. The towel was quickly soaked and she skidded off the edge of the seat, holding herself up to piss on the floor of the car. Her dress was up around her waist but her panties were soaked, as was the towel beneath her, a torrent of urine spurting over it from above. Tears fell. She moaned with relief, while feeling humiliated and dirty. She finally got control of her pelvic muscles, cutting off the flow of urine once her bladder was almost empty. She held herself up as her sodden panties continued to drip on the rubber floor, pattering over the hum of the cars engine. The car slowed, stopped for a moment. Katrina looked up in fright, realising they’d just passed the gates to the estate. Hurriedly she tore her underwear off, wrapped it in the towel and threw both in the box, slamming the lid down. Maybe it wouldn’t be discovered until after she left. She smoothed her skirt down, perching on the edge of the mostly dry seat. The piss on the floor might go unnoticed by the client, if the driver could keep his mouth shut. There was no way he wouldn’t have noticed her plight. |
This episode takes place during Season One of Bones. It contains descriptions of realistic and graphic blood and gore, as Bones is a crime drama. There is also a prolonged part of this story that features no desperation at all, but I need it to keep the story authentic. If you do not watch Bones, all you REALLY need to know for this story is that Seeley Booth is an F.B.I Homicide Agent and Temperance Brennan (Nicknamed “Bones”) is a forensic anthropologist with absolutely no social skills whatsoever. Angela Montenegro, Jack Hodgins, and Zack Addy are her assistants, and the Jeffersonian Institute is the fictional equivalent of the Smithsonian in Washington D.C.- Please enjoy the story.
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Jessica Cartwright gasped quietly as David Zaner's hand found its way under her blouse and clenched her right breast. She squirmed in her seat, the back seat of a 2003 Buick LeSabre, passionately kissing David as he caressed her. She was so in love with him, and in her mind she was certain that she was ready to lose her virginity to him here and now. Her body, however, had other ideas. You see, they were here in the multi-level parking garage of the Regal Gallery movie theater in Washington D.C. They had just gotten finished watching two movies for the price of one, a rather frowned-upon action that requires some courage and just a bit of stealth. That bit of stealth involves going straight from one theater into another, without letting any of the theater staff see you. By association, this meant no trip to the bathroom between the movies, and Jessica was paying for it dearly.
Large soda, no ice. Do you know how filthy public ice dispensers are? Jessica knows, and that means that her fifty-ounce cup was full of pure liquid. Even as she felt David's thumb lightly brush against the front of her light purple panties under her sun dress of the same color, she felt the smallest drop of pee leak out of her throbbing bladder. She shivered and grabbed David's arm, pulling his hand away from her privates. “David, I'm like sssooo embarrassed, but I have to pee right this second. I had that huge soda, and I just can't hold it in anymore.”
Flustered, David leaned away from her to let her climb out of the car. “Hurry back,” was all he could think to say to her. He was already about to get off in his pants, and he struggled contain himself as he watched her limp away.
Jessica hobbled through the garage, just trying to get out of view from him. The mall had closed long ago, and only two cars were left in the garage; David's and a dark red Ford Edge SUV about ten yards away. Her face turned bright red as she realized that David would definitely be watching her right now, making her way towards the SUV with her legs clenched together and her hand in her crotch. He has to understand. I drank soooo much. She finally made it to the other vehicle and glanced in the passenger seat. The front seats were empty, and she went to the other side of the SUV and quickly fell into a squat. She pulled the crotch of her panties aside just in time as an absolute torrent of pee splattered onto the concrete ground, growing into a massive puddle that snaked across the length of the garage.
Oh god, David can see it, he'll never want to talk to me again after this. She continued relieving herself onto the concrete, her stream still very powerful. I can't believe this is happening-
“OH MY GOD!” David's voice pierced her thoughts, originating only a few feet away from her. Panicking, she stood up quickly, cursing as her pee splattered the front of her dress. She struggled to cut it off, but it kept leaking out of her for a couple more seconds. She saw the top of David's head on the opposite side of the car, and she stomped around the back of the vehicle.
“David, what the FU-” She stopped herself as she saw David staring through the back window of the SUV, his hands clamped over his mouth and tears in his eyes. “What...” She looked in the window as well, then froze. She didn't even notice that her bladder started emptying itself again as she stared into the eyes of a red, fleshy skull.
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“And here I thought I would actually be allowed to sleep for once,” Booth groaned from behind the steering wheel. “Usually when we pass Ten P.M. without any calls, we're good for the night.”
“Don't complain,” Brennan said from the passenger seat. “It just means that you're the Agent they trust to be first-on-scene. Would you rather be at a desk?”
“Well, no,” Booth conceded. “I'd just like one night, you know?”
“Turn here,” she barked suddenly, pointing at the corner of the large movie theater. Booth spun the wheel and they made their way around the building. The blue and red of patrol cars could be seen flashing from one of the upper levels as they pulled into the garage and started up the rectangular pattern of ramps. Soon they pulled onto the sixth level and circled around the first row, coming to a stop in front of the patrol cars. The coroner's van was nearby, waiting with the doors open. The two of them got out of Booth's SUV and made their way towards the group of officers. Brennan looked past them, seeing a maroon Ford Edge blocked off with crime scene tape.
A teenage male was leaning on one of the patrol cars, with a teenage female standing next to him. She was sobbing and her hands were held behind her back as though she was handcuffed, and she was wrapped in the sort of blanket that officers gave to victims or suspects who weren't decent. Farther back, a white male who appeared to be between the ages of nineteen and twenty-one. He was wearing black slacks and a royal purple vest over a white dress shirt. A nametag reading “RYAN” was pinned to his chest.
Booth strode forwards and shook the senior officer's hand. “I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth and this is Doctor Temperance Brennan from the Jeffersonian Institute. What do we have here?”
“Officer Markson,” the officer introduced himself. “Glad you got here so quickly. The body's in here,” Markson said, gesturing towards the Ford.
“First thing,” Booth said, looking to the crying girl. “Why is that girl handcuffed? Is she a suspect?”
Markson shook his head and looked away. “We have her for public urination. Look at the floor of this place, it's like a pipe broke. The boy over there is an employee at the theater, he saw her through the door while he was locking up. He's pressing charges. She's drunk out of her mind.”
“I'M NOT DRUNK!” the girl screamed through her tears. “I've never had alcohol in my life. I just couldn't hold it in anymore, I couldn't help it...”
Brennan looked down, eyeing the giant puddle originating from the side of the SUV and darkening the ground for dozens of feet downhill, towards the ramp. She glared at Ryan the theater employee, before making her way to the crying girl. “What's your name?” Brennan asked her.
“Jessica. Jessica Cartwright,” she mumbled.
“How much did you drink?” Brennan asked next, without offering her own name in return.
“A large soda. No ice to take up space in the cup either.”
“How big are your large drinks?” Brennan shot at Ryan.
“They're fifty ounces,” he called back, keeping his distance from the group.
“And how long did you go without urinating after you drank it?” Brennan asked her loudly. Shame was not an emotion that Bones was familiar with.
Jessica's face quickly went red. “Nearly four hours. We watched two movies...”
Brennan let out a surprised chuckle, then squinted. “Why didn't you use the restroom in the theater? You must have been in a lot of pain.”
“I tried, but they were locked. I talked to the guy over there,” she whispered, pointing to Ryan, “but he said the toilets were closed at midnight, and everywhere else is closed too. We came out to the car, but I was in there for about two minutes before I just couldn't wait any longer. It was already starting to come out...”
“I'm not surprised. You have astonishingly powerful kegel muscles. Doctors consider it a medical emergency if someone's containing over one liter...” Brennan leaned forwards, sticking her nose directly in front of Jessica's mouth and inhaling deeply. Jessica gasped and leaned back, and Brennan turned away from her wordlessly and stormed over to Ryan. “She isn't drunk. Judging by the size of this puddle, the amount that she drank, and the duration of two movies, she had to have had at least one and a half liters in her bladder. Most people can barely hold one third of that before they void involuntarily-”
“Don't say 'Void,' Booth groaned suddenly, turning away from them. “It sounds like you're talking to a hospital patient.”
Brennan ignored him. “My point is, there was no way she could have made it out of this parking lot. If she tried to force herself to wait longer, she could have suffered internal damage, the least of which could be infection. Why were the bathrooms closed?”
Ryan was staring at Brennan defiantly. “The toilets close at midnight. When the last show lets out, we want the theater emptied quickly. People linger and waste time.”
“You know,” Brennan whispered threateningly, leaning close to Ryan. “It's a legal requirement that an establishment that serves food to be eaten on the property must have constant access to restrooms. It's a grievous health code violation to keep people out of the restroom. You were lazy, you didn't want to have to clean the restroom again before you left the theater. You gave this woman no physical choice, and I will personally assist Jessica in creating a lawsuit against this theater unless you tell Officer Markson to drop the charges, this instant.”
“Er,” Markson piped up from behind her. “Are you threatening a civilian in front of a Police officer?”
“I am simply...informing him of the law and letting him know my intention to take legal action against his workplace,” Brennan said quietly, keeping eye contact with Ryan.
He looked at her for a few seconds, then averted his gaze to Jessica. “Fine. Let her loose, this isn't worth it.”
Markson shrugged and stepped towards Jessica, and seconds later her cuffs were off and she was sitting on a concrete barrier. “Thank you,” she mumbled to Brennan. “I was really scared.”
“Yeah, Bones,” Booth quipped, looking curiously at her. “Since when do you get involved with the personal problems of strangers?”
“The whole situation rubbed me the wrong way, is all,” Brennan said in the high-pitched voice she carried whenever she was trying to defend herself. “That guy forced her to urinate out here, then tried to have her arrested for something she had no say in. It would be like arresting her for menstruating or giving birth-”
“That's good enough, Bones,” Booth butted in, holding up a hand. “We still have a murder victim here.” He turned away from Brennan and sat down on the concrete barrier next to Jessica. “If you feel comfortable enough to talk, I would like to ask you some questions.”
Jessica nodded. “It would be the least I could do to thank her,” Jessica said, tilting her head towards Brennan.
“That's good,” Booth said softly. “So tell me, when and how exactly did you discover the body?”
“Well,” Jessica started, “we came out of the theater at about twelve-thirty. We got in our car and we were...fooling around for a couple of minutes. We were about to have sex when I just couldn't hold it in anymore. I came over here and I was in the middle of my pee when I heard David scream from behind me. I don't know why he came over by me and he startled me, so I stood up and he was standing right behind the car, looking into the back window. That's when I saw the skeleton too.”
“David,” Booth said quickly. “Why did you go to look in the SUV? Did you see the body from where you were in your own car?”
Brennan noticed David's face immediately flush. Sweat formed on his forehead and neck, and he scratched the side of his chin. “I...yes, I saw-”
“Urolagnia,” Brennan said suddenly.
“Is that an STD?” Booth asked.
“No,” Brennan answered with a slight chuckle. “He wanted to watch Jessica urinate. If he just wanted a look at her privates, he could have waited two minutes for her to come back to the car. He tried to watch her relieving herself without being noticed by looking through the tinted windows of the car.”
Booth had a slightly disturbed look on his face. Both David and Jessica were the color of beets. Markson had wandered off to the other side of the aisle, faking absorption in his notebook. “That's kind of messed up, isn't it?” Booth said. “Who would want to watch someone pee?”
“It's a common sexual fetish,” Brennan explained with that high-pitched voice again. “He should have had her consent, but he was probably too shy, which is ridiculous. If she was willing to have sexual intercourse with him, she logically shouldn't have a problem with letting him watch her urinate if that's what he enjoys.”
David looked about ready to jump off the edge of the garage. Luckily, Booth shook away this new information and turned to David. “You want to confirm the general outline of that story?”
David nodded, looking down at his feet. Booth sighed and thanked him, then made his way towards the SUV with Brennan in his wake. He pressed his face against the glass and let out a soft “Eeugh.”
“It's unlocked,” Markson shouted from his place thirty feet away from them. Booth reached for the handle and pulled, and the trunk sprang open. There was the body, red and bloody. Its skull was completely exposed, but the rest of the body had most of its flesh. Naked and definitely male. It was sat inside the backward-facing seat in the trunk of the SUV. It even had a seatbelt on.
“Markson, run the plate number and see who the car belongs to,” Booth said. “I don't think he has any I.D. on him...”
“Already done,” Markson claimed. “Plate belongs to an Andrew Crane. That's him, the body. See the Led Zeppelin tattoo on his arm there? Forty-two years old, divorced, no kids. He hasn't been formally reported missing, although when I contacted his workplace, they said he's missed two days of work with no notice and hasn't answered any calls or e-mails. He's a cashier for the Stop & Shop on-”
“Forty-two and working as a cashier?” Booth interrupted. “That's unusual. Does he have a criminal record? Or mental health issues?”
“No, but he was only working for the Stop & Shop for two weeks. He used to be an accountant for Keller & Raimos, the law firm on Sutton Avenue. He was laid off a little over a month ago. Probably took the cashier job while he looked for something better.”
“This is strange,” Brennan cut in. “The flesh on his skull has obviously been stripped away by insects, but the rest of his body is in nearly perfect condition. He's been dead for less than a day. Also, going by the staining on the seat, he's only been in the car for about four hours. His flesh is coated with earth, and his legs have postmortem scrapes all over them, consistent with dragging.”
“Is there an apparent cause of death?” Booth asked.
“Unfortunately no,” Brennan sighed. “We should get him to the Jeffersonian as quickly as we can and let Hodgins have a look inside.”
“You heard her,” Booth said, waving his hand out at Andrew's body. “Pack him up.” He stood still as the coroner exited his vehicle and made his way to the body, pulling his shining stainless stretcher behind him. He grasped the body's arms in his white-gloved hands and pulled, dragging the corpse face-down onto the stretcher. As soon as the body settled, the coroner shouted and stepped back as a quantity of reddish water spilled from the open skull. All three of the young civilians screamed and turned away, but Brennan stepped forwards and bent over, looking at the side of the body's face.
“Well, we have our cause of death,” Brennan nearly whispered. “He drowned...on land.”
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Fifteen Minutes Later
En route to the Jeffersonian
“Well, that was just weird,” Booth said as they pulled out of the parking garage.
“Yes, I agree,” Brennan nodded. “When someone dies underwater, it shows on the skin. Even if they're quickly removed from the water, there's minor bloating almost instantly. He was somehow drowned while he was completely dry.”
“That is strange, but that's not what I meant. I'm talking about that girl you were protecting back there. She's almost an adult, she should have just found a bathroom. She broke the law.”
“Are you serious?” Brennan snapped indignantly. “She had almost a half gallon of urine inside of her. There was nothing she could have done at that point.”
“It's ridiculous,” Booth argued back. “You don't just pee in a parking garage like...like some kind of hobo.”
“You're being incredibly ignorant,” Brennan said sharply. “When the bladder gets full enough, the internal sphincter opens. It's just biology. The external sphincter is a voluntarily controlled muscle, but once a bladder reaches its maximum capacity it will be forced open to prevent serious risks to your health.”
“Well, what would you do? If you had to pee as badly as she did. You would just wait until you found a toilet,” Booth stated.
“No,” Brennan said simply. “If it were me, I would have gotten out of the car and urinated in my pants.”
“Wha-why?” Booth stammered, glancing over at her while still trying to watch the road.
“It's the most logical option. Since in most American states, someone can potentially be charged as a sex offender for indecent exposure if they urinate freely. It's a ridiculous and scary law, so if I just do it through my pants, I might be guilty of lewd behavior, but that's just a misdemeanor.”
“You're insane, Bones,” Booth chuckled.
“You've never had to go so badly that you started to urinate involuntarily?” Bones asked. “It doesn't take too much for the average person, Jessica was a special case...”
“I've been very uncomfortable sometimes when I was a sniper, but I've always been able to wait until I got somewhere decent. It's just weird to do it in the middle of civilization like that.
“You should try it someday,” Brennan said.
“What?”
“Drink two liters of water and wait until you just can't anymore. It would give you an understanding of how it feels and you would be able to sympathize with Jessica and others you may see it happen to.”
“Hey,” Booth said loudly, “I was trained by the United States Military. I am in peak physical condition. I can wait as long as I need to in order to reach a damn toilet, okay?”
“Training and condition mean nothing to your internal organs,” Brennan stated. “Someday it will happen to you, and I hope you remember this when you start leaking on the floor.”
“Won't happen, Bones. And what about the guy there, David? He wanted to watch her pee. Not even you can tell me that's normal.”
“Well, it might not be normal, but it's certainly understandable. There are a lot of reasons people might enjoy it. Some are turned on by watching people squirm trying to hold it in, some just like the sight of liquid flowing out of genitals, some even like the feeling of being urinated on or the dominant feeling of urinating on other people-”
“Ew, like R-Kelly?” Booth recoiled.
“I don't know what that means.”
“He's- Oh, you know what, let's just stop the pee talk,” Booth groaned. “Call the night guys at the lab, let them know what's coming in for tomorrow.”
*************
10:00 A.M
The Next Day
“Oh, that's nice,” Angela Montenegro moaned sarcastically as Zack Addy rolled the body onto the platform. “His face looks like it was melted in acid.”
“Bugs, not acid,” Jack Hodgins said smartly. “I'll be able to tell exactly what kind once I get in there in a minute...” He suited up in his lab coat and latex gloves, grabbing a scalpel and magnifying eyepiece before approaching the body. He leaned close to the face, peering through the eyepiece at the few scraps of flesh left on the skull. “Well, the flesh on the skull was consumed by Solenopsis Mandibularis. Fire ants.”
“Good work, Hodgins,” Brennan said. “I'm more curious about the torso, and why it's so intact. Even if he was buried from the neck down, underground organisms would have gotten to him...”
Hodgins sidestepped to the torso. A minute later, after quite a bit of cutting and staring, he stepped back and looked worriedly at Brennan. “We have a problem. There is no insect activity at the torso. Not one bite, not one maggot.”
“What does that tell us?” Zack asked tentatively.
“It doesn't tell us anything, because it's impossible. Bugs don't just ignore dead bodies unless-” Hodgins' eyes suddenly went wide. “Oh, no. Unless the entire body is infected with some sort of toxin.”
Brennan didn't need further explanation. She took off towards the lab's entrance at a sprint, and Booth started after her, a look of concern spreading over his face. She nearly jumped down the small set of stairs, slamming her fist against the large red button next to the sliding glass doors. The lab flashed red as the warning light turned on, and the glass doors hissed shut and locked solid. “Suits and gas masks, now,” Brennan shouted. Everyone in the lab scrambled for the emergency supplies, located in a large closet to the right side of the platform. Soon, they all resembled Chernobyl workers, clad in their blue HAZMAT suits and bulbous, grey masks. “They'll be preparing aid as we speak, but we need to determine the threat. Hodgins, get back at the body and figure out what the toxin is,” Brennan ordered, trying to keep her voice steady.
Hodgins nodded and ran back up onto the platform, leaning over the body and cutting off a sample of flesh. Nearly an hour passed while Hodgins ran his tests, and the anxiety in the room was thick as ice. Finally, he stood straight and removed his mask, looking over the others with a relieved smile on his face. “It's bug spray. Lots of it. His entire body, aside from his skull, is completely coated in acephate, acid copper chromate, bifenthrin, and dozens of other ingredients of common insecticides. This small amount can't harm us anymore, it's safe to come out.” He climbed out of the HAZMAT suit and waited for the others to do the same. Once they were all paying attention to him, he raised one fist in the air. “King of the Lab,” he stated proudly.
Angela sighed. “So we locked down for nothing. Tell them to open the doors, I need the bathroom.”
“Just use the one here in the lab,” Brennan mumbled absentmindedly as she made her way to the intercom.
“It's out of service, they're putting in this weird new water-saving toilet. They just got done dragging out the old one when this guy was wheeled in.”
“Well, we'll be out in a moment.” Brennan jabbed the intercom. “Ellis, it was a false alarm. Release the lockdown.”
“Erm,” Ellis' voice came back over the intercom. “We heard over security audio, but the system seems to be damaged. One of the wires is completely rusted out, we're trying to fix it right now.”
“Alright, just try to hurry,” Brennan said. She climbed the stairs back onto the platform and sat on a stool next to Booth. “Since we're stuck in here for now, we should look into Andrew's personal life, try to find out if he would have any enemies.”
“Already on it,” Booth confirmed. “I have two desk jockeys looking into his background and contacts. We should be getting a call soon.”
An hour and a half passed, with no calls from the F.B.I or any improvement in the lockdown situation. Two large pots of coffee had been emptied between the five of them, and they were all relatively hyped up on the caffeine with nowhere to direct it. “This is absurd,” Brennan said suddenly and loudly. “Not only does this break every fire safety law known to man, it's-”
“Guys,” Angela butted in. “I really have to get out of here. I already had to pee over an hour ago, and now it's starting to hurt.”
“I am also in need of a restroom,” Zack said softly.
“Ditto,” Hodgins put in.
Brennan and Booth nodded in agreement. “I'm going to tell them that they have permission to remove the doors,” Brennan said. She strode to the intercom, pushing in the red button again. “Listen, you have to get us out. Remove the doors from the outside until you can fix the wiring problem.”
A loud curse could be heard from the other side of the intercom. “You don't think we've already tried that? This problem isn't limited to the lab, it's effecting all of the electronically-opening doors in the building. Including the doors to the maintenance room. Whoever wired this place must have been drunk...”
“Then go to a damn hardware store and buy more tools!” Booth shouted into the intercom from behind Brennan, startling her into a quick jump. “Or get them from another building. NOW!”
“Uh, y-yes, right away.” There was a scuffle sound. “Nate, you heard him. Ten millimeter flathead and a monkey wrench. Be quick about it.”
“On it,” Nate's voice said, and Brennan sighed as she heard retreating footsteps.
“Eeerrh,” a high-pitched voice came from behind. Booth and Brennan turned towards the sound. Angela was on her feet with her legs crossed tightly, bouncing in place.
“Are you alright?” Booth asked her.
“No,” she whispered. “I really, REALLY have to pee. They locked the bathroom door during the toilet switch, so I can't even use the damn sink...”
“I feel about as bad as she looks,” Zack said. His face was sweaty and his hands were clenched in fists, pressing against his knees.
Brennan looked sideways at Booth, then stepped up on the platform. She reached under the lab's sink and took out five large, clear plastic jars, commonly used for containing liquids for use in autopsies. “Listen, everyone. I don't know how long we might be in here, but if any of you really find yourselves unable to hold in your urine, I will allow you to use these jars. There obviously won't be much privacy, but if you have no other choice, you might find them better than the floor.”
“Oh my God,” Angela hissed. She was squirming about heavily, but she forced herself back onto one of the stools. “I can't.”
“I can,” Zack piped up. He stood unsteadily, and Booth turned away as Zack grasped the front of his pants tightly. “I should probably feel embarrassed, but with Doctor Brennan's permission, there is no logical reason to be so uncomfortable. I wouldn't be able to wait longer than another few minutes, anyway.” Everyone else turned their heads now. Everyone except Brennan, who kept one eye on the young man as he slowly made his way towards the jars. Finally he grasped one in his left hand, and Brennan could hear him breathing heavily. She saw how much coffee he had, and she knew that he must have been really full. He faced away from her and struggled with the front of his scrubs. Seconds later, a powerful water-on-plastic hiss filled the silence of the lab.
Hodgins groaned and placed a hand over his groin, pushing down slightly. Angela, however, was obviously being tortured by the sound. She was back on her feet with her legs squeezed together, and her fists were clenched tightly and held out to her sides. Her hips were rocking back and forth, and her eyes were shut. Sweat was causing her makeup to run, and she gasped as a shiver ran from her legs up to her neck, causing her whole body to vibrate. Brennan walked over to her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “Angela, you're obviously about to involuntarily void your bladder. Even if the doors opened right now, I don't think you could make it to the upstairs restroom. Just relieve yourself in one of the jars, I'll make sure everyone looks away.”
“I...I don't think I have a choice,” Angela choked out. “Is Zack finished?”
“Almost,” Zack called. Another ten seconds, and his stream slowed and ceased. “Should I pour it in the sink?” he asked uncertainly.
“No, it was just sterilized this morning. Put it on the counter, and you can pour it in the toilet once we can actually get-”
“Ooah,” Angela gasped. She leaned against Brennan, and she could actually feel the artist's muscles shaking. “I just leaked a little bit,” Angela whispered right in Brennan's ear.
“Angela, please, just do it now,” Brennan said.
“I have to,” she moaned, now starting to cry slightly. Brennan helped her walk over to the remaining four jugs, and she handed Angela an empty one.
“You're not really going to do this, Angela?” Booth said, a tone of hidden disdain in his voice.
“Shove it, Booth,” Angela shouted back. “Brennan, keep their eyes off of me.”
Brennan made sure to do so. She lined the men up in a row like soldiers, standing in front of them like a Drill Sargent. Booth and Zack stood still, but Hodgins was obviously quite desperate for relief as well. He bounced in place, and his eyes were squinted and worried. Over Booth's left shoulder, Brennan could see Angela's back. She had placed the jug on the counter, and she was struggling with the front of her tight jeans. A stream of curses could be heard emanating from her, and Brennan blinked as she saw the smallest stream of liquid soak through the crotch of Angela's jeans before she managed to get them down to her knees. She was wearing light blue cotton panties, and the wet patch was very obvious. Brennan was expecting the panties to come off next, but to her surprise, Angela simply shoved the jar between her legs and started urinating forcefully through the thin fabric.
Her moans of relief were muffled but audible, and Brennan tried hard not to smirk as she saw Hodgins start squirming even more. She knew that he was in love with Angela. She knew that every fiber of his being wanted nothing more than to turn around right that second, to see Angela how she was right now. But his reasonable brain told him that Brennan would dislocate his shoulder if he tried, and he was right about that. Brennan herself might have no issue with being seen urinating if she was forced to, but Angela was her best friend, and she would respect her desire for privacy. Still, for some reason, Brennan could hardly tear her eyes away from the sight of Angela's backside. The urine still streamed out of her, pooling in the jar. She knew why Angela had chosen to do it through her underwear; the fabric acted as a sort of 'suppressor' for the liquid, greatly reducing its force and noise as it flowed into the jar. Unlike Zack's, which could be heard loudly across the whole large room, Angela's was only a slight, unobtrusive hiss. Finally, Angela's flow slowed down. Brennan watched as Angela rubbed the crotch of her panties, trying to stop any dripping. Her jeans came up next, and Brennan was surprised to see that the wet spot wasn't visible when looking at her straight-on.
“You're all unbelievable,” Booth said loudly as Angela set the jar on the counter. “It's like I'm working with a group of third-graders.”
Brennan's eyes snapped to his. She'd heard enough, and Booth had officially earned her anger. “You really want to be like this? Insulting people for doing what they physically have to?”
“You just don't-”
“You know what, that's it. You've lost your platform privileges,” Brennan nearly shouted. “Sit down on the edge of the lab and shut up until they get the doors open.”
“I'm a Special Agent, you can't tell me to-”
“Shut up,” Brennan repeated. “These are my associates and friends, and I won't have you talk to them like that.”
Booth found himself being shepherded off the platform and pushed onto one of the steel chairs that lined the edge of the lab, usually occupied by observing students and guests.
Angela simply shuffled to the other side of the lab, sitting in one of the stools and looking at her feet. Now that the show was over, Brennan thought about her own condition. Her bladder was definitely very full. She had no shortage of coffee in her. As Zack and Hodgins turned around and went back to their own stools, she quickly pressed two fingers against the front of her belly. It was solid and protruding under her scrubs. She wasn't about to lose control, though. She just hoped the doors would open soon. She sat down next to Booth, preferring the steel chairs over the small stools. She leaned back, and felt her bladder throb slightly with the movement.
An hour later, there wasn't the slightest change. Nobody was even answering the intercom anymore. Hodgins had given up twenty minutes ago, filling the third jar almost to its rim. A capacity that may have impressed Brennan before she had seen Jessica Cartwright. Still, both Brennan and Booth had yet to utilize the jars. Brennan was visibly uncomfortable now, her legs jiggling of their own accord. Booth was doing his best to hide it, but the way his hips periodically lurched and the sweat and strain visible on his face all gave away his condition. He definitely had to relieve himself, and it was getting bad.
“We should just put a damn trash can through the door,” Hodgins yelled in frustration.
“Won't work, bulletproof,” Zack explained. “Nothing in here would get through that glass.”
“I can't believe this is happening to us,” Angela added. “The thing is, what are we going to do? We are the Jeffersonian, we can't sue ourselves.”
“It's the fault of the electricians who are supposed to keep this place up and running,” Hodgins said. “We don't have anything to do with this. I can definitely see a lot of people being fired, though.”
“I agree,” Brennan said scornfully.
There was more silence, now. Nearly half an hour of it, and Brennan was absolutely desperate. She knew Booth was, too. He was obviously doing everything he could to try and hide it, but his heavy breathing, sweat-coated jacket, and clenched fists gave it all away. She was focusing on his vibrating thighs when Angela's voice piped up from across the platform. “Sweetie, you should just pee now. Only you and Booth haven't, although he shouldn't even be allowed after the things he's said...”
“I'm okay,” Brennan said quickly. “If I-”
Tsssssssst, was the sound that made all their heads turn in unison. The doors had opened electronically, and Ellis the maintenance man was standing there with a group of torn wires in his hand and a wide grin on his face. “I got it before Nate got the tools,” he said proudly. Angela, Hodgins, and Zack ignored him completely.
“Come on, you two,” Hodgins said to Brennan and Booth. “You're the winners, hey?”
“No,” they stated simultaneously.
“Huh?” Zack vocalized loudly, his face confused.
“I'm not moving until Booth admits that he's about to urinate involuntarily.”
“And I want to show Bones that good discipline and a strong will are stronger than a spinker.”
“Sphincter,” Brennan corrected him. “And they most certainly are not. It can't be much longer now...you'll suddenly feel it forcing its way through your urethra, and there won't be anything you can do to stop it.”
“Is this really happening? Are- Are they having a pee-off?” Hodgins stammered.
“It looks like it,” Angela said quietly. “You know how they can get...when they think they're right, they'll go to any lengths to prove the other wrong.”
Zack just stared at Brennan, his face stunned. Everyone knew that he had a crush on her since he was a first-year student of hers, and this had to be chaos for him to watch.
“This should be good,” Hodgins whispered to Angela and Zack. “Alright then,” he said loudly to Brennan and Booth. “We'll be going upstairs for now. See you both later on.” The three of them left the lab, but they didn't go upstairs. Instead, they circled around to the other side of the lab, where the observation window looked out over the two desperate colleagues. They were still sitting in place, Brennan squirming freely and Booth sitting there, tense as a tree.
“Who do you think is going to give up first?” Zack mumbled.
“Brennan won't give up,” Angela said. “When she gets something in her head, she'll see it to the end. I don't see how he could possibly outlast Booth, though. He's so...manly.”
“That has nothing to do with it,” Hodgins whispered. “Brennan is right, soon one of their bladders will just get too full, and nature will take its course. There's no difference in average bladder capacity between men and women...there's no way to call this.”
*****************
“Just admit that you're going to lose control soon, and we can both get out of here,” Brennan said.
“No. I will sit here and wait until I want to get up and go. Because that's what a civilized person is supposed to do.”
Brennan was gyrating in her chair, her hips rocking and her legs bouncing. Booth grew stiffer every passing second, his whole body locked up like he was in a straight jacket. Their holding techniques were as different as their opinions, Brennan just accepting what came naturally to her body and Booth trying to hold himself shut with pure muscle. “Why do you have to be so stubborn?” Brennan snapped. “Lifeforms urinate, it's been going on for millions of years. Sometimes, people are unable to reach a toilet, so they have to do it elsewhere. Why is it such a big deal to you?”
“Because the adult thing to do is hold it in,” Booth breathed. “What if you were in an important meeting? What if you were in church? What if you were on a date somewhere with no toilet, like a park or a lake?
“It doesn't matter where I am,” Brennan said loudly. “If I was in a meeting, I would excuse myself. I don't attend church. If I was on a date, I would explain my situation and urinate somewhere appropriate to my surroundings. If I was in a park, I'd go in a bush. If I was at a beach, I'd go in the ocean.”
“You really think that's okay?”
“IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT I THINK!” Brennan shouted. “You'll see soon enough.”
Minutes passed, and Brennan gently rubbed her stomach. Her bladder was very prominent now, and each touch sent pulses of pressure through her bladder and genitals. She opened her mouth and breathed deeply, and even though Booth was right across from her, she placed her hand between her legs and squeezed hard. “You can hold yourself too, if you think it will help,” she said to Booth.
“Now see, I'm not going to do that. Because I...am a man.”
“It would help you last a little longer,” Brennan said. She pushed harder against her urethral opening, and she caught Booth throwing the quickest glance at the shape of her labia pressing against the front of her scrubs. She felt herself flush slightly, though she didn't know why. “You must be so full,” she whispered. “The way you're sweating, the way your hips are moving by themselves. It has to be any minute now.”
“I'm fine for as long as I need to be,” Booth stammered. He was visibly shaken. His eyes no longer held confidence. His brows were tilted outwards, worry written all over his face. Still, his pride as a man and as an Agent forced him to sit still. Brennan, however, was growing more active by the minute. Her breasts were heaving with each breath, and the waistband of her scrubs was pressing tightly against her extremely sensitive bladder. She stood up suddenly, clutching herself between her legs with both hands. She slowly moved her grasp away from her womanhood and grasped the sides of her scrubs, quickly sliding them down and letting them fall to her ankles.
“Holy sh- Bones, what on Earth are- Why the-”
“English, Booth,” Brennan said. “The waistband on the scrubs are pressing into my bladder.” She stood there in her white lace panties, and even with Booth's extreme aversion to awkward situations, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. “See, here...” She raised the front of her shirt, revealing her round bladder. The waistband of her panties was pulled under the bulge, and the thinnest layer of brown pubic hair could be seen protruding from the top of the white elastic.
“This is too much, Bones,” Booth gasped. His hands left his knees and had settled over his crotch, though they were not applying any pressure that may have helped him hold on. She tilted her head, and saw the great bulge against the front of his slacks.
“Ooohhhh,” Brennan breathed slyly. “You seem to be very aroused right now. I'm not surprised. It's a good thing though, men have a harder time urinating when they're erect. It's not a failsafe, though. When your bladder gets full enough, your penis will begin to get flaccid again, so as to prevent any damage from urinary retention.”
“Bones, you have to put your- I don't want-”
Brennan grinned at him. She hadn't seen him this flustered in a very long time. She was acting tough, but internally, her body was screaming at her. Now that she was standing up, her bladder pushed down directly on her urethra. She squeezed her legs shut and squirmed in place, turning her hips in circles and pressing her hand back between her legs. “Aahhhhh,” she moaned, leaning forwards and bending at the knees. He might be subject to human limits, but there's always the chance that he just has a bigger bladder than I do. I really don't know how this is going to go...
Just as that thought ended, Booth got to his feet. “Bones, this is ridiculous. You're standing there half naked, about to wet yourself, just to prove a point. Go to the bathroom, this isn't worth it.”
“It's very worth it,” Brennan panted. “You're always on your high horse, thinking you know better than people who've spent their entire lives learning about the human body. If anything I do here today can prove to you that you're just like the rest of humanity, anything is worth it.” She bent even further forwards, turning away and exposing the rear of her panties to Booth.
Booth tried to turn away, but the side-eye was unstoppable. She danced in place as he struggled to keep himself steady, and soon he found that his hard-on was growing soft. Normally, this would be a good thing in a situation like this, but he hated the idea of why it was happening. Bones was absolutely hot right now, her slender body moving about with her legs fully naked and her thin panties on display. Yet somehow, despite her exposed body, he felt himself going limp. “Enough,” he snapped quickly. “This is enough. I'm going to the bathroom.”
He turned and stepped away, and Brennan watched him as he took three steps and stopped. “I hope you're happy,” was the next thing he said. She stepped closer to him just as the sound of the hiss hit her ears. His black slacks began to glisten from the crotch, spreading down the legs and pooling under his shoes. The puddle spread across the stainless steel floor, coming to rest against the bottom step of the platform. “God, Bones, you were right. As soon as I started walking, I just felt it force its way into my...”
“Penis,” Bones inserted for him. “It's medical terminology, you can say 'penis', Booth.”
“Ssshhhhst,” Booth spat as he continued wetting himself on the lab floor. “There was nothing I could do. You won. I'm sorry.” Brennan sighed and stepped forwards, striding through Booth's puddle and spinning him around before leaning in for a hug. He tried half-heartedly to push her away, but gave up in a couple of seconds. “Bones, I'm...peeing.”
“I know,” Brennan said. “I'm just glad that I got through to you.”
“Why did you care so much though?” Booth asked her. “I've never seen you get this up-in-arms about anything unrelated to bones before.”
“You know I don't like talking about my childhood...but something happened to me in the third grade. I was in school, and we were in the last period when I needed to go to the bathroom. I hadn't gone all day, and I drank two bottles of water at lunch. The teacher wouldn't let me go because school was so close to letting out, and I wasn't smart enough yet to just get up and go anyway. I ended up wetting myself in the hallway right after the bell rang. I was suspended for two days.”
“Oh my God, Bones. Why didn't you tell me earlier? If I knew you were so sensitive to this, I never would have provoked anybody.”
“That's just it,” Brennan said. “I wanted you to learn for yourself, not just keep quiet because of your sensitivity for me.”
“Yeah, I understand,” Booth whispered. “Anyway, get your pants back on and go to the bathroom. You deserve it.”
Brennan let out a soft laugh. “You were so absorbed in my story that you didn't even notice? I'm already peeing.” Booth squinted and looked down. Sure enough, a light yellow stream was flowing from the crotch of her white panties and pooling with his own. “It started just a few seconds after you did.”
Booth found himself smiling at her. “Feels good, doesn't it?”
“Better than sex,” Brennan said. They stood there, still held in a half-hug, as they emptied their bladders onto the floor. They just watched each other, staring as though they were each the most fascinating thing the other had ever seen. Over a minute later, they both finished at nearly the same time. “I'll bring you down dry pants,” Brennan offered. She stepped out of the puddle and walked back to her scrub bottoms. She slid her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, then looked over her shoulder to Booth. He was still watching her.
Will he look away? Do I even care if he doesn't look away? She pulled the panties down to her ankles, exposing her womanhood and backside fully to Booth. As she grasped the scrub bottoms, she shot a glance at him under her arm. He didn't look away, and she smiled.
******************
Angela, Zack, and Hodgins stood in the observation room, staring out at the two of them with their mouths hanging open. They watched as Brennan pulled her pants down and spent fifteen minutes in her underwear. They watched as Booth started for the door, then began wetting himself just seconds before Brennan did. They watched as Brennan took off her underwear in front of Booth, and Angela watched as the front of Zack's pants grew tighter with every passing second. Soon, Brennan left the lab and returned with a pair of fresh slacks. As they both left the lab together, Hodgins turned to Zack and Angela. “None of this reaches anybody else. What happens in the Lab, stays in the Lab.”
“Agreed,” chimed Zack and Angela in unison.
*********************
The Next Day
Noon
“Long Carrot Farms?” Brennan asked curiously, looking out the window at the large wooden sign they were passing.
“Yeah, I got a call last night from the desk jockeys. Turns out that our victim used to own his own business. 'Bug Out Pest Control.' He recently left the business to his second-in-command when he took the accounting job. Guy named Oscar Jackson.”
“But why are we here?”
“This is the job that Oscar is working on. It's a week-long gig, a whole lot of land to cover for one guy. I figure we talk to him, seeing as he's about the closest person to Andrew that we know of.”
They continued down the dirt road, passing through an ornate wooden gate and coming to a stop in front of a large barn. Next to said barn was a dark blue van with a large statue of a beetle wobbling on top of it. “I don't see anyone,” Brennan said, staring out at the open fields.
“And that is why I have a large vehicle,” Booth said as he pressed both his fists against the car horn. The sound blasted over the farmland, and Brennan watched as cows and chickens scattered in their pens. Almost immediately, the barn door opened and two men ran out, trying to wave Booth down. He released the horn and stepped out of his SUV as Brennan did the same.
One of the men was an almost cartoonish stereotype of a farmer. Red checkered shirt, blue overalls, straw hat, and a wooden pipe in his mouth. The other was a man in a white protective suit, a large plastic tank with hose and sprayer on his back. 'What is all the damn racket,” the farmer sputtered.
“I apologize for that,” Booth said quickly. “I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth, and this is Doctor Temperance Brennan with the Jeffersonian. We're here about the murder of Andrew Cra-”
Before Booth could even finish his sentence, Oscar Jackson turned and took off at a full-on sprint. Unfortunately for him, a full-on sprint while wearing a protective suit and carrying thirty pounds of insecticide on his back amounted to a little less than a drunken hobble. Booth ran him down immediately, twisting his hands behind his back and cuffing them. “Oscar Jackson, you are under arrest for the murder of Andrew Crane.”
“HE SLEPT WITH MY SISTER,” Oscar screamed at the top of his lungs. “I FOUND THEM IN MY BED, THEN HE COMES HERE WHILE I'M WORKING, HE COMES TO ME AFTER DUMPING THE COMPANY ON ME TO ASK FOR MY FORGIVENESS!”
“You have the right to remain silent, and I suggest you exercise that right,” Booth spat.
“Well, that was an easy one,” Bones mumbled with a shrug. “Oscar, tell me. How did you drown Andrew on dry land?”
“I WANT A LAWYER!”
“Ah, shut up,” Booth groaned. “Anyway, look here, Bones.” He pointed to the side of the barn where a row of water troughs lined the wall. “He said that Andrew came here to apologize. Oscar can't take it, he attacks Andrew. He sprays him with the insecticide to blind him and stun him, then shoves his head in one of the troughs. He drowns, but the rest of his body stays dry. His whole body is covered in the insecticide, except for his face that got dunked in the water. Look at all the forested areas around here, Oscar dragged Andrew's body to hide it during the day, then recovered him at night and drove him into the garage with his own car.”
“That's all just conjecture,” Brennan said. “Even if Oscar gives a full confession, we should still have evidence.”
“Well, he drove Andrew's car into the theater garage. He must have taken public transportation back here. Probably a taxi, this far in the hills. We can easily find that taxi, I doubt very many come out here. We could also find traces of Oscar's DNA in the driver's seat of Andrew's car, and camera footage from stoplights and toll booths.”
“That would all work,” Brennan agreed. “Call in the backup, I'll let the farmer know what's happened here.”
*****************
Three days later, Temperance Brennan was sitting alone in the lab, writing a chapter of her next book on her laptop. She felt at home in the lab, even more so than in her own true home. She looked up as the door hissed open and Ellis the maintenance man entered, carrying a sheet of paper. He stepped up onto the platform and handed it to her as she thanked him.
“I know it's probably none of my business," Ellis said cautiously, "but why are you paying this bill personally? Shouldn't the Jeffersonian's insurance cover it?”
“It does," Brennan stated as she looked over the bill. "But they need my own insurance number since I'm the head of this department.” It was a weak story, but it wasn't Ellis' job to argue. He never needed to know that the Jeffersonian's insurance wouldn't cover something that was never truly broken to begin with. "Oh, and next time you see Nathan, tell him 'Thanks,' from me. He'll know what it's about."
Edited September 16, 2015 by Bulge_Lover
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A short Deadpool fanfic. Features the voices in Wade's head, swearing, violence and mild pre-Spideypool flirting.
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Wade squats at the edge of the roof, surveying the street below. He needs to piss. For a moment he considers standing up and peeing off the roof, seeing if he can hit any of the poor fucks below. He plays with the thought, turning it over in his head.
Spidey wouldn’t like it.
And it’s not a very hero thing to do, neither.
‘I fucking know that, shut up,’ he says out loud. The boxes are right, of course. If he’s really gonna try to do the hero thing, peeing on innocent passers by isn’t exactly a great move, hilarious though it would no doubt be. There’s a little less room for mayhem when you’re a hero than when you’re just a merc. He really shouldn’t have had all that Mountain Dew.
He stands up, anyway, because squatting with a full bladder is like begging to piss yourself. If he can’t piss over the edge of the roof, maybe he can parkour his way to somewhere he can. Only, he realises, he kind of likes this feeling.
Really? This is something we’re into now?
‘Maaaaaybe?’ Wade scratches his neck. ‘Never thought about it before.’
We’ve been into way weirder things, his brain points out. Kind of stuff we do for sh*ts and giggles . . . Hell, this isn’t even a kink by comparison.
Ooh, we could experiment! See how long we can hold it!
Wade considers this for a moment. ‘I guess what with the healing factor there’s no chance of doing any real damage to my bladder . . . Not that that would stop me. I draw the line at wetting myself, though. This suit’s a bitch to clean.’
Which is really dumb when you think about it, considering how much blood you get on it on a daily basis.
Wade is still arguing with himself when someone lands on the roof behind him. He notices at once, but it takes him a while to pay the figure any mind. It’s only when Spider-Man clears his throat that he turns around.
‘I don’t mean to interrupt what’s no doubt a fascinating monologue—’
‘Dialogue,’ Wade corrects him. ‘Trialogue? Di is for two, but there’s at least three. Sometimes six. Multilogue!’
‘Whatever.’ Wade is pretty sure that Spider-Man is rolling his eyes behind the mask. ‘I was under the impression that we were hitting that trafficking ring tonight. Only I’ve been waiting for you for about an hour.’
Oh yeah, that’s what we’re supposed to be doing tonight!
‘Oh shit, yeah! My bad, Spidey. Got distracted.’
Thinking about piss.
‘Thinking about—no, shut up. Thinking about you, gorgeous!’ Wade bows with a flourish.
Spider-Man’s arms are crossed in the body language of someone who’s entirely unimpressed. ‘Uh-huh. So, you coming?’
‘For you, baby? Always!’
Spidey doesn’t dignify the double entendre with any kind of response. Instead he turns away and stalks across the roof. Wade follows. A thought strikes him just as they reach the other end of the building.
‘Hey, Spidey,’ he says suddenly. ‘You into watersports?’
Spider-Man halts and turns his head slightly. Wade decides that masks on other people suck. He’d like to be able to read Spider-Man’s expression right now.
‘You mean,’ says Spider-Man slowly, ‘like, surfing?’
Oh-em-gee, isn’t he just precious? Aww, who’s an adorably naïve Spider-Boy!
Too cute. Too. Fucking. Cute. I may barf. You know, mentally.
Wade swats the boxes away, also mentally. Not that they aren’t right. They are so right.
‘Yeah, something like that. Totally what I meant. So, we hitting that trafficking ring or what?’ And with that he jumps off the roof, forgetting that he’s six storeys up and that landing on concrete really fucking hurts, healing factor or no.
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Fighting on a full bladder, it turns out, is hard. It’s also kind of a turn-on. Especially when Spider-Man’s leaping around with his hot moves, showing off that pert ass of his. The traffickers put up a decent fight, but nothing the two of them can’t handle, once they’ve released their victims into the night.
And Wade tries not to kill anyone, he really does, but it just so happens that blades are meant for stabbing, and his hand-to-hand isn’t as great as Spider-Man’s. Besides, one of them is aiming his gun at the back of Spider-Man’s head while the arachnid’s busy with three others, and Wade doesn’t really have time to think, so he runs the fucker through. He doesn’t feel especially bad about it.
By the time the fight is over, Wade really, really needs to piss. All that moving around has shaken his bladder and it’s making it harder to hold it in.
Spider-Man makes a disapproving sound once he’s finished webbing the knocked out traffickers together, looking down at the dead guy.
‘What?’ says Wade defensively. ‘He was gonna shoot you! I just saved your life, baby boy.’ He pauses. ‘Do I get a kiss as a reward?’
‘You really, really don’t,’ says Spider-Man dismissively. ‘Couldn’t you have, like, non-mortally wounded him or something?’
Wade throws up his hands in exasperation. ’Everyone's a critic! I don’t know what kind of bullets you’re used to, sweetcheeks, but the ones I tend to deal with move really, really fast. So, no. I just reacted. You’re welcome.’
He doesn’t look happy, does he?
You’d think he’d be a little more grateful to us for saving his life.
Spider-Man sighs, his crossed arms dropping to his sides. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry. Thanks, Deadpool.’
Wade blinks, not sure if he actually heard what he thought he heard. ‘Am I hallucinating?’
Did he just apologise?
Did he just thank us?
‘You’d better get out of here,’ Spider-Man continues. ‘The cops will be here to arrest this lot soon.’
Wade cocks his head to one side. ‘Aren’t you coming?’
‘Someone’s gotta explain this to them.’ Spider-Man nudges the dead guy gingerly with his toe.
‘I could get rid of the body,’ says Wade without missing a beat.
‘Yeah. No.’ A moment passes. ‘So, you going or what?’
Wade crosses his legs. His bladder feels full to bursting point now. Their conversation was a decent distraction, but now it’s getting almost impossible to ignore. ‘Yeah,’ he says slowly and swallows hard. ‘It’s just . . . kinda hard to move.’
Think of a babbling brook! Or a waterfall! Crashing waves, maybe.
Or, you know, just think about piss.
‘Dudes! Not helping!’ Wade growls under his breath.
Spider-Man crosses his arms again. ‘Why?’ His tone is skeptical. ‘You injured?’
Wade laughs in spite of himself. ‘No, no. I’m good. Just . . . Kinda really need a piss.’
Spider-Man sighs and rubs his forehead with his hand. ‘What are you, five?’
‘Fine, fine.’ Wade starts shuffling towards the door of the warehouse. The going is slow, though, and after a few steps he whimpers pitifully and grabs his crotch.
That’s right, show Spider-Man how you can’t even hold your bladder.
‘Shut up!’ Wade manages to croak.
‘I didn’t say anything,’ says Spider-Man. He sighs again and steps around Wade to look at him. The faint sound of police sirens reaches Wade’s ears, which means Spider-Man has been hearing it for a good while already. ‘All right. Go hide behind those crates.’ Spider-Man points to the back of the warehouse.
Wade turns around and shuffles the other way. He reaches the crates just as the police cars come to a screeching halt outside, and squats down behind them as quickly as he can manage.
Bad move, bro.
‘Motherf-aaaahh . . .’ Wade hisses as his bladder begins to void without warning. Peeing has never felt so good. Urine trickles out into his suit, warm and wet. He sits back against the wall, trying not to moan. There’s no point trying to stop it now, he reasons.
Thought we weren’t gonna wet the suit.
We weren’t, but we did anyway. It’s gonna be hell to clean.
‘I don’t care,’ Wade whispers, closing his eyes in bliss.
So, we are into wetting ourselves, then. Good to know. Another kink to add to the list.
Beyond the crates, he hears voices. Spider-Man is talking to the cops, but Wade can’t focus on what he’s saying. A minute later he’s still wetting. The piss is leaking out of his suit, forming a puddle around him.
When it finally stops, he looks around and it occurs to him to wonder what’s in the crates. The cops are talking loudly enough that he risks pulling one of his katanas and uses it to pry the nearest crate open.
It’s like Christmas has come early. The crate is full of weapons. Lovely, shiny handguns, and big, heavy assault rifles. He picks up one of the handguns, trying its weight in his gloved hand. It’s got good heft to it. A new kink, fighting baddies with Spider-Man, and now a brand new handgun? Today couldn’t get better if it tried.
Wade pries open another crate, predictably enough containing ammo clips, loads the gun and sticks it down the back of his sopping wet pants. Then, forgetting all about hiding, he stands up and calls, ‘Hey, Spidey! And cops! These guys weren’t just smuggling people, they were smuggling weapons too! You might wanna step carefully back here, though. I just took a piss on the floor.’
Everyone stares at him for a moment. Then five guns are drawn on him, and he puts up his hands. ‘Aw, come on! Help me out here, Spidey?’
Spider-Man just slaps his palm to his forehead and shakes his head exasperatedly.
Right about now’s probably a good time to get out of here.
There’s a window on the wall above the crates. ‘Okay. I’ll just be leaving now.’ All the guns go off as Wade leaps onto one of the crates, swings up onto another, grabs onto the window sill and hoists himself outside. One of the bullets nicked his shoulder, but it’ll heal. Deadpool vanishes into the night, leaving only the occasional drop of urine behind.
Edited September 18, 2015 by ThornWild
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I've decided to keep posting the story here, omo or no. Who knows, someone who doesn't frequent AO3 might want to read it, right? And there might still be more omo, it just has to feel... natural, I guess.
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Chapter 2
Wade stares out the window of his NYC apartment. It made sense to get a place, now that he’s working with Spidey so much, learning to be a hero. He considered living it up in swanky hotels, as it’s not like he couldn’t afford it with all the cash he’s got stashed away in offshore accounts, but in the end he’s never felt at home in places like that, not really. So he found himself a slummy apartment in the Bronx. Bare brick walls, damp and dry rot are more his style.
Down on the street below, an old drunk has just pissed himself. Not in the fun, sexy way, but in the stinky, passed-out-and-drooling way. A scabby stray cat is sniffing around him in mild interest. It’s that nice and quiet part of the evening, after curfew for most kids, but before hard-core crime starts happening.
‘So, what are we doing today then, Brain?’ Wade asks the quiet.
Same thing we do every day.
Mayhem!
No, we’re helping Spider-Man with—
Mayhem!!
Yeah, okay, mayhem.
‘Mayhem it is.’
Wade turns his back on the scene. Time to get suited up and head out there. Admittedly, after the other night, mayhem might not be the best way to win Spider-Man’s approval, but what’s life without a little risk? Plus, a good fight might be fun.
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‘You idiot!’ Peter’s fists are clenched at his side. He’s fighting the urge to punch Deadpool in the nose. It’s not going very well. ‘Do you have any idea how close you came to blowing the whole thing?’
‘Hey! How about giving me some credit for once?’ Deadpool yells, talking over him. ‘I didn’t kill anyone! Well, except for that one guy, but he was about to shoot you in the back. Those cops shot at me, and I didn’t fire a single bullet at them!’
Peter shakes his head in disbelief. ‘You’re asking for credit for not shooting any cops? Are you insane?’
‘Since you’re asking, yes, clearly!’ Deadpool shoots back. ‘Duh!’
There’s a pause, during which Deadpool begins pacing back and forth, and Peter is conflicted between anger and pity mixed with guilt. After all, he knows Deadpool isn’t all there, and in spite of that he still somehow trusts him to have his back.
Deadpool’s muttering to himself under his breath now. ‘I fucking know! But how am I supposed to—Shut up!—Does it actually matter anyway? Not like this plot is going anywhere . . .’
Peter sighs heavily. ‘Look. Wade.’ The sound of his given name causes Deadpool to stop pacing, and he turns his head to look at Peter. ‘I just need you to understand that you messed up, okay?’
‘Okay! Fine! I’m sorry I alerted the cops to my presence, blah blah blah. I’m not sorry I killed that trafficker, though, cause he was gonna kill you, and I won’t let anyone kill you.’
If Peter wasn’t so annoyed, he’d be slightly moved by this. As it is he feels mostly uncomfortable. It’s not the first time Deadpool exhibits protectiveness over him. ‘Whatever,’ he sighs. ‘Just . . . Try not to do it again?’
‘I’m always trying.’ Deadpool takes a step forward. ‘So, does this mean we’re amazing friends again?’
Peter doesn’t know how to respond to this. He wouldn’t exactly call Deadpool his friend. But the merc’s voice has a hopeful note to it that puts Peter in mind of an over-sized puppy, and so he says, ‘. . . Sure. Yeah.’
He wasn’t expecting Deadpool to hug him, but that’s what happens, so against his better judgment he pats him awkwardly on the back. Deadpool hugs him tighter.
‘Kiss and make up?’ he murmurs in Peter’s ear, and to his own great surprise Peter feels something flutter in the pit of his stomach.
‘No,’ says Peter softly.
‘Aww, come on!’ Deadpool’s embrace tightens further.
‘I said, no!’ Peter’s anger flares up without warning, and before he has time to register what he’s doing, the movement his fist was preparing for earlier just kind of happens, and he punches Deadpool square in the jaw, sending him sprawling.
‘Ooh, good one!’ Deadpool pants, sitting up. ‘Do that again?’
Realising he just gave Deadpool exactly what he wanted, Peter feels his face heat up, and he’s grateful for his mask, not for the first time. He tries for aloofness. ‘Just get up. We’ve got work to do.’
‘I love it when you take charge, baby boy,’ Deadpool purrs and gets to his feet. ‘So, what’s the plan? Any Spidey-senses tingling?’
Peter rolls his eyes. ‘That’s not really how it works. But, this is New York City. We head off in a random direction, and sooner or later someone will shout for help.’
Deadpool puts a hand on his shoulder, and Peter thinks better of shrugging it off. ‘Well, what are we waiting for, then? We’ve got crime to fight!’ says Deadpool cheerfully.
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But, this isn’t mayhem!
‘What do you mean? This is an awesome fight!’ Wade cries happily, beating a mugger over the head with the flat of his blade. The man drops like a tonne of bricks. His partner is running in the opposite direction. He’s dropped his knife. Fucking amateur.
The traffickers were more fun, his brain informs him matter-of-factly, while Spider-Man leaps after the other mugger.
‘Yeah, but get a load of Spidey’s ass!’
‘I’ll thank you,’ says Spider-Man, shooting a web at the escaping mugger, tripping him up, ‘not to comment on my anatomy to . . . whomever it is you talk to.’
Note to selves: do not talk about Spidey’s ass out loud when he can hear.
‘Where’s the fun in that?’ Wade grins. ‘Hey, you okay webbing these guys up on your own, Spider-Man? Gotta take a leak.’
Spider-Man makes a non-committal noise as he shoots another web to cover the mugger’s babbling mouth; something about ‘please don’t kill me I’ve never done this before’.
As if we’d waste a bullet on the likes of them.
Gotta be honest, though. Kinda jealous that Spidey isn’t shooting great loads of white stuff at us.
Wade chuckles as he wets up against a nearby dumpster. He’s been holding it in again, and it comes in a hard, yellow stream, but the holding wasn’t as much fun as last time. Mostly he was just starting to feel annoyed. Of course, if Spider-Man were less busy tying up criminals he’d probably be upset with him for, like, littering or something.
Public urination?
Indecent exposure.
‘Whatever. Not like anyone would notice. Like wetting in the sea.’ He tucks himself back inside his pants and turns around to find the criminals all webbed up and hanging from a lamp post. ‘Where next, Spidey baby?’
Spider-Man scratches the back of his neck and looks up at the barely visible night sky. ‘I think maybe we should call it a night. I’ve got an early start tomorrow.’
‘Doing what?’ Wade takes a couple of steps closer, head cocked to one side.
‘Nothing important.’ Spidey shakes his head. ‘Hate to say it, Wade, but you did pretty good tonight.’
Wade blinks. A warm feeling seems to spread from somewhere in the region of his solar plexus, via his chest and stomach and out into every limb. A warmth that has nothing to do with, say, grave injuries or cancer.
He praised us! Did he praise us? He did, didn’t he? He praised us! We did good!
‘I . . . It was no big deal.’
Yeah, it was, it was a huge deal. Take a compliment like a man, Wilson!
’Shut up!’ Wade mutters. Then he clears his throat. ‘I mean, yeah, thanks. Hey, we should get tacos! Or, or something else, but, like food!’
Spider-Man shifts slightly, and once again Wade wishes he could see his face so he could guess at what he’s thinking.
In the comics, the mask has facial expressions.
This isn’t the comics, though.
Man, I don’t know what this is.
‘I dunno, Deadpool. Maybe some other time. I’m kind of beat.’
Wade tries not to let his disappointment register in his voice. ‘Okay, yeah. Some other time.’ He checks his weapons absentmindedly, making sure they’re all secured and where they’re supposed to be. With slightly exaggerated cheer he says, ’Guess I’ll see you soon, my amazing friend!’ Then he sets off out of the alley at a trot.
Spider-Man’s voice follows after a slight delay. ’See ya.’
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Heading home in the wee hours of the morning (once he’s sure Deadpool has done the same and isn’t following, because he still doesn’t trust him with his secret identity), Peter wonders vaguely if there will come a day when he and Wade Wilson won’t be at odds with one another. He’s agreed to help him, agreed to let him join him on his nightly patrols, and for the life of him he’s been unable to figure out why he agreed in the first place. He talks to himself, his incessant flirting makes Peter deeply uncomfortable, and he needs to be told not to kill people. That’s not exactly hero material.
Deadpool is dangerous. Peter knows that. He’s unpredictable and a complete liability. There are several (really good and compelling) reasons why no one in the superhero community will work with him. For all that, though, he seems earnest, like he really wants to be a hero, even if it’s for the wrong reasons (and at this point Peter isn’t sure they actually are the wrong reasons—after all, does it really matter why you do good as long as you do it?), and Peter is unable to turn his back on that.
Not to mention his efforts in helping Peter fight the Chameleon last year. How messed up is it that Deadpool was the only one Peter could really trust then? The only one who could help . . .
He shakes the thought, swinging from one building to the next. This arrangement is working. That’s the only thing that matters. Wade didn’t even mortally wound anyone tonight. As much as he shouldn’t deserve credit for that, he kind of still does. He’s doing a good job. He’s learning. In the end, isn’t that all Peter can ask? |
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