>Day Odd jobs in Equestria
>Be a bat pony
>You saw an ad for extra security
>The only requirements were that you needed to be able to not move for long periods of time
>See shining armor for details
>Ask him about job
>Turns out you need to be painted gray and pretend to be a gargoyle to stop theft.
>Whatever, you’re getting paid to do essentially nothing for 10 hours
>The first seven hours go well, but then the inevitable happens.
>You need to pee.
>You drank a bottle of water before going up here to stay hydrated.
>Now it seems you’re playing the price.
>In hindsight, there was really no point.
>Canterlot was at such an altitude, that you wouldn’t sweat.
>You can’t even move, the paint that’s on you will crack off if you do. 
>If it breaks off, then your shiny black coat will be revealed. 
>What gargoyle is black? Not any you’ve met.
>The most you can do is try to ignore it, and watch the ponies below
>A drop of water hits your head, and you look up.
>There is a single cloud
>A single. Motherfucking. Cloud.
>It’s not even that high up, maybe a two meters.
>A few more drops fall from it, they get into your eyes.
>You sigh and wait a little longer, the job was already half over
>An hour later, and you need to pee more than ever.
>This wouldn’t be a problem if you could at least move your hooves to your crotch!
>The cloud hasn’t let up. 
>In fact, it’s raining more now.
>The water from the cloud is pouring down your back, the cool liquid running against your warm skin.
>That just wasn’t fair. Why did the cloud get to go?
>Your resolve is depleting fast.
>Your bladder moans as it tries to hold the liquid
>You feel tense, and a slight amount breaks past your defences.\
>The paint is holding it in, that won’t last much longer.
>Having a taste of freedom, more spurts come out.
>They pool at your crotch, and you feel the strain on the paint
>You close your eyes and count up. Anything to distract you
>You get to the huge number of seven before the last of your defenses break.
>The Jetstream blasts away the paint covering your crotch, and it pools on the platform
>You can’t help but feel happy, the feeling of relief is heavenly.
>The pool grows wider than you, and soon pours off of the ledge
>There is some screaming below you about how somepony’s new designer dress was ruined.
>You don’t know anything about that
>You're just a gargoyle, sitting and doing nothing.