Previously on Galarian Days...

With Calvin having officially become the Cervine Squire of Galar, he uses his newfound powers of summoning with carrots to help Zander and Wufu navigate through the Crown Tundra with the help of Glastrier and Spectrier. It's only by using their powers together that the Galarian Messenger All-Stars are able to enact their plan of traveling to Eternal Island to stop the opposite crisis...

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As both steeds continued to gallop across the perpetually generated ice bridge, their riders were continuing to maintain their balance and hold upon their mounts, trusting their guidance towards their destination. But, with every long trip towards a destination, their were a few... complications.

For starters, there was the mochas Zander and Wufu drank earlier to keep themselves awake, and they were starting to take effect on their excretory systems. Meanwhile, Calvin was facing a similar dilemma: prior to being found at the Old Cemetary, he had brought a bottle of water to keep himself hydrated for his garden work, and watered the Carrot Seeds he planted there with what little was left in the bottle.

Either way, what goes in... must come out, and all three were trying to hold back the currents in their bodies; Calvin most of all, since he was driving. But Zander was starting to shift in his seat, and Calvin noticed. "Uh, Zander? Everything okay back there?" the deer asked the wolf.

"Just realizing how long my body can hold liquids, is all," Zander answered, realizing that Calvin caught onto his little pee-pee shimmy. "And hoping for a stopping point, despite the gravity of the task at hand."

"Well," Calvin admitted, "cards on the table here, so am I." He then called out to the bear, "What about you, Wufu? How's your bladder holding up?"

"At this point, fighting to not lose, and it's starting to turn into a struggle!" Wufu answered as he clenched his legs together on Glastrier's sides. "Sorry, Glastrier."

"Okay, temporary priority change!" Calvin announced. "I'm going to try and find somewhere to stop so we can take care of business before it goes wrong!" He then looked around the ice path for somewhere to put the brakes on... but the best he could find was a small island of sand, and while it was completely uninhabited, the downside was that it was a few yards away!

Finding no better options, Calvin announced, "Okay, I found somewhere, but it'll take a minute to get there! Just hold it a little longer!" He then snapped the reins with a "Hyah!" making both steeds push the frozen road harder to reach their stop.

But as the mounts got closer and closer to the island, their riders were getting shaken by the recoil impact of hooves on ice, making it harder and harder to not leak despite their best efforts.

Finally, they reached the island, and Calvin pulled the reins back with a "Whoa!" making the white and black horses slow down just as the ice touched shore, and they stepped onto the lightly frosted sand. Calvin then disconnected the reins from their muzzles, but as he, Zander and Wufu struggled to dismount, their urinary tracts were about to reach their limits!

It was about to happen. Their bodies were going to answer the call of nature unless they acted fast, and all three unknowingly agreed in their minds that they didn't want to get wet pants, so their next actions chose their consequences to be the lesser of two evils: they all shucked off their pants and underwear and left them on the sand as they rushed to the other side of the island, bottomless with their butts and bits on full display, until finally...!

Just as they stopped side-by-side, three streams of urine jetted out from three sheathes and splashed into the open waters at full blast, and three sighs of relief blew from three muzzles in unison. "Ahh..." But even the coincidence couldn't snap them out of their bliss as they continued to pinkle, with no one but themselves for miles as they added their drops into the ocean...

But twenty seconds later, the fountains at their groins began to lose pressure as the streams shrank back, until they were reduced to light drippings before shutting off altogether. Now that their minds were no longer fraught with the urge to go potty, all three anthros finally breathed a huff of relief.

"Whew, that was a close call," Zander said.

"I'll say," Wufu agreed. "There's certainly a lesson to learn from this: don't go on long trips without knowing what your body is capable of."

"Yea, verily," Calvin concurred. "Now let's get our bottoms back on our bottoms."

All three anthros then turned around to get their discarded clothes back... but none of them could resist quietly getting a glimpse of each other's brightly-colored jewels while they were still out in the open. Sadly, though, after a brisk shaking to get rid of any sand that got caught on, their waists were redressed, and the peep-show was over.

"Okay, ground rules," Zander piped up as everyone got back on the horses, "what happened was an act of emergency response, so we keep riding, we never look back, we never talk about this again."

"Yep."

"Agreed."

As soon as the reins were reconnected, Glastrier started the ice bridge back up, and Spectrier followed the voices towards their destination again, leaving the messengers' pit-stop area behind...