Title:           Pillow's Pee Problem
Author:          Lux_
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First Edit:      Wednesday 19th of November 2014 06:36:15 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Thursday 24th of December 2015 01:49:34 AM CDT

Posted 9/15/14 (19748049)
 
Context:
Really, there's too much for me to bother posting here. Just read threads 45 & 46 starting from 19655736 and you'll understand how this fic came to be.
 
 
>Be Anonymous.
>On a nature walk with Pillow Case.
>Or at least, are trying to have a nature walk with Pillow Case.
>She's way too slow, and you have to momentarily slow down for her to catch up every so often.
>It's weird because she was the one who originally wanted to go on this walk to see more of native Earth creatures, and was full of energy in the beginning.
>Maybe she's just thirsty again?
>You wait for her to catch up, and then offer the canteen to her.
"Thirsty?" You ask.
>"No thanks, I'm good."
>For the first time, she refuses.
>She's wearing a anxious and needy expression on her face, like she's worried about something.
"You sure?" You ask, not entirely convinced.
>"Anon, I really don't need to drink anything right now."
>She stresses the 'really' part.
>You put the canteen away and shrug, continuing on the path.
>A few minutes later, and Pillow Case has gotten even slower, stopping completely at times.
>She's so slow a few people pass you two.
>She finally catches up to you, and you look her over.
>Her expression has gotten more desperate, and her hind legs are pressed together.
>Wait, does she...?
>You take out the canteen, and take a swig from it, watching her flank quiver as she sees you drink the liquid.
>Yup, that’s definitely it.
"Pillow Case, did you remember to use the bathroom before we left?"
>She blushes.
>"O-Of course, Anon! Do you think I would somehow forget to go before leaving on a trip with no bathrooms, toilets, or other facilities to relieve myself in...?" She says, her voice going quiet as she realizes how bleak her situation is.
>She's such a horrible liar.
>You kneel down and stroke her mane with one of your hands to try and soothe her.
"Pillow Case, do you need to go to the bathroom?"
>She avoids eye contact, looking down at the ground and mumbling.
>"...??"
"What was that?"
>"Yes,” she repeats. “I really need to go pee, Anon."
"How badly?"
>"Pretty bad."
 
 
"Do you want to go back to the car, and maybe we can find a restaurant or something?"
>She looks down the winding path longingly.
>"I'm not going to make it to the car..." She mutters.
>You look around. Aside from the small wooden path that represents the trail, you're in the middle of the woods.
>A perfect private purple pony pegasus peeing place.
>Fuck yeah alliteration.
"Do you just want to go here?" You ask her.
>She looks at you, startled.
>"Bu-But Anon, there are people here!"
"We'll just go off the trail a little, nobody will notice us."
>She looks down the trail again. After a few moments of staring, she cringes and looks back to you.
>"Okay..."
>You nod, getting up and walking off the path, motioning for her to follow.
>You wade a little ways off into the forest, and turn around, looking at Pillow.
>She’s still on the path. Her hind hooves are crossed and she’s slowly taking a step towards you.
>This is going to take forever.
>You walk over to her, and pick her up, intending to carry her the rest of the way.
>You must’ve either picked her up in bad position, or she just wasn’t expecting it, because as soon as you do, she yelps and you feel part of your arm grow warm and damp before she shoves her forehooves into her crotch to stops the leak.
>Her face burns with embarrassment, and she turns away to try and avoid your eyesight.
>”S-Sorry...” she says, tears welling up in her eyes.
>You tell her it’s alright, and that you shouldn’t have picked her up so suddenly without warning.
>With Pillow Case’s urinary control momentarily restored, you set out into the forest, taking extra caution to find the most even path so as to avoid misstepping and jerking around her volatile bladder.
>After what seems like a few minutes for you, yet an eternity to her, you find a clearing in the woods.
 
>Sunlight bathes the area, warming the soft grass and fallen leaves on the ground. The spot is enclosed by trees to provide adequate cover to any peering eyes, and provides a sense of security against the wild untamed nature of Earth.
>Truly, if there ever was a place for a forest tinkle, it would be here.
>Either Pillow thinks the same thing, or she can’t hold it any longer, and she motions to be put down.
>You carefully set her down on the grass, making extra sure to avoid touching her anywhere in her abdomen.
>As soon as her hooves are on the ground, she spreads her hind legs far apart and assumes a squatting position.
“Would you like me to hold your hoodie for you so it doesn’t get wet?” you offer.
>She nods in response.
>You kneel down and slowly help her out of her hoodie, starting with her right foreleg and then moving to her left.
>Once that’s done you pull the hoodie off her front, and ball it up with your hands.
>She looks up to you.
>”A-Anon, could you uh, please just--”
>You cut her off, already knowing what she’s going to say.
“Yeah yeah, I get it. I’m just going to be behind this tree,” you say, walking away to give her some privacy.
>”Thanks...” You hear from behind you.
>You walk behind a tree large enough to hide your figure, and sit on the forest floor, laying against it.
>Expecting her to only take a few minutes, you get out your phone to play the newest iPhone craze.
>You get lost in the game, temporarily forgetting about the purple pony behind you.
>In fact, the only thing that catches your attention, is a soft and quiet whimpering.
>It’s barely perceptible above the sounds of the leaves in the trees, but something in your brain places it at a higher level of importance.
>You remember you’re waiting for Pillow Case, and you check the time on your phone.
>It’s been over 15 minutes.
>Wait, what?
 
>You can hardly believe it. Has it really been 15 minutes? You expected Pillow Case to come get you when you were done.
>Either she’s taking a really long pee, or something happened.
>You lean over to the right of the tree, but pause right before the clearing enters your peripheral vision.
>What would Pillow do if she saw you watching her go to the bathroom? She’d probably die of embarrassment.
>You hear another whimper, a bit louder and more desperate than the last.
>This isn’t good. What if Pillow is hurt? What if there’s a problem?
>As much as having her die of embarrassment is bad, you decide that if she’s hurt it’s worse.
>There’s your scapegoat for watching her pee.
>You peek around the tree and look at the pegasus.
>You’re in the perfect angle to see everything that’s going on.
>Her eyes are closed while her face is contorted into a mix between pain and serious discomfort and sports a heavy blush, with her flank angled high in the air.
>The spread of her legs and flank provide an excellent view of her naughty bits.
>She whimpers once more, tears forming in the corners of her shut eyes.
>At the height of her whine, you see a small golden bead form on her lips.
>Her other lips.
>It grows in size until gravity plucks it from her body, pulling it down into the grass below.
>Looking directly below her, you can see more droplets of urine nested on some blades of grass, along with a very small damp spot on the dirt.
>The damp spot isn’t very big at all, it can’t be wider than the width of one of her hooves!
>After all this time, after her tiny leak on your arm, and the struggling she was doing to not pee, this was all she accomplished.
>You need to figure out what’s going on.
>Sighing, you put her hoodie in your bag and walk towards the pony.
>She hears your footsteps on the grass, and reflectively turns her head towards you, eyes bolting open.
>”Anon!?” she yells, raising one of her wings to try and cover her face in shame.
 
>She stumbles back, tripping over her hooves in the process.
>She falls on her side, hard.
>As soon as she hits the ground, she uses her now free forehooves to clutch her abdomen.
>She’s hollering in pain, which eventually dies down into sobbing.
>Shit. You didn’t mean to do this.
>You run over to her, kneeling next to her.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
>”I can’t,” she says between sobs. “I can’t do it...”
>You’re pretty sure she’s lost more fluids from crying than urinating by this point.
“C’mon, you have to,” you say. “It’s bad if you hold it in. You don’t want to end up incontinent, do you?”
>”No, I mean I can’t. It won’t come out!”
>Oh shit. Pillow Case literally can’t pee. This probably isn't healthy.
“Do uhh, do you want to see a doctor?”
>”It hurts, it hurts to move so much, Anon. I just want it to end.”
>She isn’t making this easy. She’s in too much pain to go anywhere.
>You sigh. You have one option. You have to help her pee.
“Alright, c’mon,” you say, pulling her to her hooves. “We’re going to work through this, don’t worry. Just trust me.”
>She nods, getting into the squatting position again. It’s probably the position that puts the least amount of painful pressure on her bladder.
>You take that as sign to begin.
>You scratch under her chin just in the way you know she loves it, and start massaging her tummy.
“Close your eyes, breath in... And out.”
>She closes her eyes and does as you say.
“Imagine you’re on a beach, Pillow Case. The sun is high in the sky, and you can feel the water on your hooves.
>You can feel some of her tension melt away, and you move your hand lower down her body.
>You stop when your hand reaches a distended part of her body which she flinches at-- her bladder, an angry sack of liquid that shivers and quakes with her every breath.
>You start rubbing that as well.
 
“The water is cool, and relaxing. It feels nice against your fur. Breathe in... And out.”
>You look back, and notice a slight trickle coming out of her body.
>It’s helping, but not enough to relieve the pain, and you’re running out of ways to describe water.
>Time for plan B.
>You take the hand that was rubbing her bladder and replace it with the one that was scratching her chin.
>With your free hand, you stick out your index and middle finger, into the form of a gun shape.
>You stick those fingers in your mouth, wetting them.
>Hopefully she’ll forgive you for this.
>Carefully, you place the damp fingers against her sex, and slowly push in.
>At first she flinches, but soon accepts your fingers. Her breathing increases, and you can feel her heartbeat pick up speed through her bladder.
>To be honest, this is the first time you’ve fingered a horse.
>Or any female, really.
>You’re going in blind, and you have to feel your way around her.
>She quivers from your movements.
>Eventually, you come to, or at least hopefully have come to, the location you’re looking for; her urethra.
>Your fingers are just barely small enough to fit down the tube, and barely long enough to reach the end.
>It feels like some sort of closed ring.
>You shake her bladder lightly, and you feel your fingers get a little more wet while she moans.
>This has to be it.
>Carefully, you push your fingers through the hole, trying hard not to scratch her insides with your nails.
>It just barely opens, and your finger slips inside.
>You don’t feel any physical blockage. Good, that simplifies things a lot.
“Shhh, it’s going to all right,” you soothe, trying to get her to relax. “Just listen to my voice and think happy thoughts.”
>She’s leaning against you by this point.
“Breath in...”
 
>You grit your teeth, and brace for what comes next.
>You grab her bladder in your hand.
“...And out!”
>You squeeze the organ, and feel a rush of fluids flow around your hand.
>With a force that can only be described like a firehose, her backside explodes with piss.
>She gasps, eyes and mouth wide open.
>You carefully remove your drenched hand from her inside, thankfully her muscles don’t contract back on you and plug up the flow again.
>You aren’t taking any chances, however, and keep squeezing her bladder. She might be too weak to keep up the flow on her own.
>With your hand removed, her flow only increases, forming a uniform stream.
>”Thaannnk yoouuu...” she moans, eyes rolling back.
>You might have made her orgasm.
>Her stream continues for what feels like minutes, pooling into a very large puddle on the ground.
>Finally, her stream dies down and you feel her bladder retract into her body.
>It slows to a light trickle, but even that ends soon enough.
>She shivers and shakes her rump, droplets of pee flinging in all directions.
>You use the sleeve of your jacket to wipe her rump of any remaining droplets, and she shivers again. The stench of urine is heavy in the air.
>She tries to take a step forward, but falls on her stomach with an “oof”.
“You okay?”
>”Yeah, just a bit sore. My legs feel like jelly.”
>You look at the massive puddle on the ground. You’d be impressed if a human made that. The fact that a pony, a tiny pony even, made that, should be some kind of record.
“Feeling any better?”
>”Much, I feel like a few pounds lighter.”
>You believe it.
“Thats quite the pee you took.”
>She looks back, eyes going wide at the puddle.
>”THAT came out of me?”
>She’s had a long day, you decide to carry her home.
>When you pick her up, you’re actually surprised to find she’s quite a bit lighter.
>You grab your backpack, and start to head home.
 
“How’d you hold that, anyway?”
>”Anon, I grew up with both my parents and four brothers. When a family of 7 lives in a house with one bathroom, a big bladder is kind of a necessity,” she says as you walk along the path.
>You chuckle and turn the corner, stopping dead in your tracks.
>There, no more than 50 meters from where you left the path, is the parking lot.
>And there, plain as day, is some washrooms.
>Not shitty outhouses or porta potties either, fully operating and sanitary washrooms provided and maintained by the city.
>On the far end of the lot you see your car. You must’ve missed the toilets when you went in.
>You just did the entire trail.
>Pillow doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t need to. You can see the look of shame and embarrassment burned in her face.
>You carry her to the car, and drive home. With her remaining silent and expressionless the entire time.
>She takes a shower when she goes home. A long shower.
>It was an embarrassing day.