There once was an abomination who had no place in this world. She clutched this doll tightly, and eventually was drawn into a cold and lonely painted world.

It had been a long time since she’d last seen that doll, but Priscilla didn’t care. It didn’t even matter that she had no idea where the painting was right now – what was really important was that it was a beautiful painting, and she had a quiet, comfortable life within it. Wherever it was, she had been left undisturbed by foreign visitors, able to live in peace in a world she truly belonged in.

She made her way back to her tower at a casual pace, taking her time crossing the bridge and simply enjoying the view at the end of a nice long walk around what little there was of the world. The Crossbreed treaded lightly on bare feet over cold, dark stone, and with a sigh she passed through the archway leading to what she thought of as home – a large, circular tower with only arches for walls and decorated only with a light dusting of snow wherever no roof existed.

And that was all she really needed. Furnishings would just get in the way, and there was enough to do elsewhere that Priscilla was perfectly comfortable coming home only to rest… and get a little bit of privacy from time to time.

Naturally, her bladder had filled up over the hours she’d been out, and she had come home because she had waited long enough for the sensation of fullness to become persistent, the pressure always nagging at her to do something about it. And now she could take care of it without being bothered by the hollows and crow demons.

Priscilla approached the edge of the tower, starting to pull up on her fluffy, multi-layered dress, but she stopped and instead turned to take up her scythe when she heard an odd noise. Her bladder was forgotten for a moment as she positioned herself in the middle of the circular room, looking over at the entrance with her scythe held out defensively. A heavy fog had set in to block the archway, and though Priscilla had never seen it for herself before, she knew exactly what it meant – someone had found her. Someone was trespassing within the painting, so the mist had appeared to protect her from the invader.

Certainly far from the greatest of times for something like this to happen. Of course, the impenetrable clouds having appeared meant that she was guaranteed some privacy for a while, so she did still have the chance to take care of her more personal business; but she had no way of knowing how long it would take the intruder to get through to her. Whoever they were, they could come through the fog at any moment – leaving Priscilla confused as to why the white mist was traversable from the outside, yet the fog door did not open from this side – and she certainly didn’t want to get caught in such a vulnerable, compromising position.

So the Crossbreed waited, standing with her weapon ready for whatever should happen to cross through the barrier. And she waited. And… waited. She wasn’t sure how much time was passing, but eventually she relaxed her stance and held her scythe more casually, tapping her foot impatiently as she stood staring at the fog.

Quite the awkward predicament for her to be in – she needed to urinate, and could do so for as long as she was alone in her tower, but because she had no way of knowing when she might get some unwanted company, she had to assume that, at any given moment, the intruder was right on the other side of the mist.

But then it would be demonstrated repeatedly to her minutes later that she could have relieved herself, only for it to by then be too late for her to do so because surely now the intruder would show up within moments… and then the cycle would just keep repeating. Eventually she was fidgeting beneath her dress, growing more and more impatient until at last Priscilla decided that she had the time to spare to quickly do her business and get back to waiting.

Of course, that was the exact moment a human-shaped shadow appeared on the clouds, and shortly afterwards some sort of human did indeed step through the fog, covered in armor and a bloodstained gold-trimmed blue surcoat, and carrying a terribly-battered kiteshield and a well-used sword to match.

Priscilla tensed up and pressed her legs together, her heart racing as she took a deep breath and tried to speak calmly. “Who art thou? One of us, thou art not,” she said. “If thou hast misstepped into this world, plunge down from the plank, and hurry home.” Then she hastily added, “If thou seekest I, thine desires shall be requited not.”

She watched with surprise as the human responded by laying down its weapons and instead reaching up to pull off its helm and everything beneath it, revealing a female-looking face and a short brown ponytail. Then the human simply looked up at her, and spoke carefully. “Are… you not going to try to kill me or anything?”

“Thou must returneth whence thou came,” Priscilla responded, shaking her head and still a little on-edge even with this human having disarmed herself. “This land is peaceful, its inhabitants kind, but thou dost not belong. I beg of thee,” she continued, gesturing with her scythe to the balcony behind her, “Plunge down from the plank, and hurry home.”

The human just looked up at her with a confused expression. “Wait, what was that you said about peaceful?” Holding out her hands as an exasperated gesture, the human continued, “I died like twenty times out there. Mostly because of those wheel skeletons. How’s that peaceful and kind?”

“Thou dost not belong here,” the Crossbreed said again, her heartbeat normalizing but her voice still a little shaky from lingering nervousness and tension. “Thou intrudeth upon their home, armed as thou art, and expect that they not defend themselves?”

“Okay well, I didn’t know that doll would pull me into the painting, so, you know, I didn’t exactly have time to consider whose home I was showing up in.”

Priscilla raised an eyebrow at the human. “Doll? Thou hast retrieved my doll?”

The human shrugged. “I guess,” she said. “I found someone’s doll lying on the ground in prison and, just kinda… Well, it’s a bit of a long, uh… Eventually I ended up here after that, I suppose.”

“And what bringeth thee to this place?”

“Well, I was just, you know,” the human said with a little chuckle. “Going for a nice little walk through Anor Londo to pick up a bowl, and…” She shrugged again. “Found the painting.” Then she started to lower herself to the ground. “I’m just gonna sit down if you don’t mind…”

Priscilla’s heartbeat quickened again as she glared at the human, gesturing once more to the balcony. “No,” she said. “Thou cometh from Anor Londo. Thou art not welcome in this place. Begone.” Then she repositioned her scythe so as to be a little more threatening.

“Woah, hey.” Holding up her hands, the human spoke quickly. “I’m not from Anor Londo. I was just passing through. I’m from… Actually, I forgot where I’m from, but… Not there, at least, I know that.”

Lowering her scythe somewhat, Priscilla continued eyeing the human with a suspicious gaze. “Then what business hast thou there?”

“Well, like I said, I was on my way to pick up some bowl because a snake told me to…” After a moment to think about what she was saying, the human added, “You know, hearing that said makes it sound really crazy, but I swear-“

“Never mind,” Priscilla said suddenly, squeezing her legs together under her dress and bending slightly at the knees. “It matters not to me what thou wouldst do outside the painting. Thine place is outside, and thou must return where thou dost belong.”

“Can I at least ask you a few questions first?”

“It would be best for thee to hurry home.”

The human pulled a half-full flask from her belt and sat down. “I’ll be quick,” she said, taking a drink of whatever incandescent liquid was in that little green bottle. “I promise. Need to rest a bit anyways before I go jumping off into a bottomless pit…”

“Fine,” Priscilla conceded, rubbing her thighs together and positioning her scythe so she could discreetly press it against her crotch through her dress. “Ask thy questions. Then begone.”

“Right.” The human took another sip from her flask, then took a moment to think before inquiring, “So what exactly is this place?”

“This is the creation of Ariamis, a world made for that which does not belong outside.” The Crossbreed tried her best to ignore the heavy, burning weight in her bladder; hopefully there wouldn’t be too many questions.

“How’d you end up here, then?”

“That is not thy concern…”

The human nodded. “Sure. Fine. Could you at least tell me what you have against Anor Londo, though?”

Hesitantly, and still squirming in a manner that she hoped was subtle, Priscilla said, “It is the city of the Lord of Light, who fears all that is not as he expects. All that is dark.” Seeing the quizzical look on the human’s face, she added, “Surely thou doth understand? Art thou not undead? Even before I entered the painting he persecuted and imprisoned thy kind.”

“I’m not following,” the human said, drinking again.

“This place is a bastion for outcasts,” Priscilla said. “A refuge beyond the reaches of the Lord of Light.”

“But it’s in Anor Londo.”

Priscilla looked down at the human and blinked a few times. “So thou sayeth. Perhaps he intends to surveil it and ensure none that belong here escape.” Gesturing again to the balcony, she added, “But surely there would be nothing stopping thee from thine own exit.”

Nodding and downing what remained in her flask, the human said, “Yeah, I get it. Just one more question.”

A warm trail trickled down Priscilla’s leg as she considered her response. Just one question, and then she could pee. “This is acceptable,” she said.

“So what do you know about Gwyn imprisoning undead? I mean, I know I spent the last however-long sitting around in a cell until pretty recently, but… I’m kinda fuzzy on why.” The human adjusted her position, folding her legs as much as possible.

“Thou art born from the Dark,” Priscilla explained quickly, feeling more warmth running down her legs. “The Lord of Light fears the spread of the Dark, thus he doth try to control all that cometh from it.”

The human just looked up with a strange look, shifting in her seat. “So, wait… The snake said that…” She sat mumbling to herself and gesturing for a little while, with Priscilla rocking back and forth on her heels in the meantime, then eventually announced the conclusion she’d reached. “Then, I guess… I’ll see if I can find a way to get to the Flame without that snake… Hold onto the Lordvessel for a while, at least, I suppose… See what I can do with it…” Then she pushed herself up, standing unsteadily with her legs pressed together and knees bent. “I just, uh… Need to do one thing before I leave. I swear, estus goes out just as quickly as you can get it in…” She fiddled with the strings holding parts of her leg armor together as she hobbled over to the edge of the tower, dropping several bits of plate behind her and eventually tugging her thick pants down.

Priscilla looked away and pressed a hand between her legs, and the human got into a stance with her legs spread and hips forward, bringing both hands down to manipulate her skin. A moment later, Priscilla heard a hiss and a heavy sigh as the human relieved herself. With nothing outside the tower for her urine to land on, there were no sounds of her stream making contact with anything, but just the sound of it passing from between parted lips was enough for Priscilla to understand that the human was forcefully urinating and would continue doing so for a while.

But surely the Crossbreed could handle listening to that until the human went away? Sure, her bladder was aching and every pulse of desperation would force more of its contents out, now as little jets that were starting to get the floor wet. But she could hold on. All of the squeezing and leg-crossing in the world wasn’t enough to get her leaks to stop, but somehow she could definitely hold on.

Or… maybe not. A wave of agonizing need surged through her whole body, and Priscilla dropped her scythe and stood knock-kneed and trembling with both hands pressing her dress into her crotch as tightly as possible, whimpering as she felt one heavy spurt break free, then another, then a stream that lasted for a whole second before she took control back for only an instant. She groaned and fell to her knees, still pressing hard between her legs as one last leak started and didn’t stop, spilling out directly from her nethers and soaking into the fluff she was holding in place, before eventually seeping through and dripping from between her fingers while a yellow stain spread across the front of her dress.

“Ahh… But, why…?” Priscilla whimpered, refusing to fully give in but also partially acknowledging that there was nothing more she could do to take back control. She was wetting herself, sitting on the ground and peeing through her dress, down her legs, and onto the floor. After a little while she resigned herself to the reality of the situation, allowing herself to relax but staying positioned as she was; her dress no longer being pressed into her crotch meant her urine could now flow a little more freely down her legs, focusing on spreading the puddle beneath her instead.

Her stream continued for some time, and eventually Priscilla found the strength to move her hands so that she could wrap her tail around herself and hug it while she continued wetting herself, clinging tightly to the fluffy appendage and letting it supply at least a little comfort.

She didn’t notice anything other than her own accident until well after the hissing coming from within her dress had stopped, eventually looking away from her tail when the moisture on her legs started to cool. The first thing she saw was the human standing nearby, awkwardly trying to decide what to look at and eventually meeting Priscilla’s gaze with a sympathetic look on her face.

“Uh, so,” she said to the Crossbreed, “I don’t, uh… I mean, if I had known that, uh…” Rubbing the back of her head, she continued, “So, well, I kinda get why you were, y’know… in a rush to get me out of here, but… You’re pretty interesting. I’ll, uh… I’ll leave now, but… Would you mind, particularly, if I were to come back so we can talk some more?”

Priscilla looked over at her, blinking a few times to clear the tears from her eyes. “But this is not thy place. Thou should not return here.”

“Well, based on the little bit you said… I think this might actually be more like where I’m supposed to be. I’d, uh, like to come back and discuss it, try to figure it out.”

“If thou doth insist,” Priscilla muttered.

“Great,” the human said, picking up her gear and putting her helmet back on. “I’ll be back later, then, I guess. Just, uh… You know, you could just… Whatever, I’ll just leave.” Then she simply ran off over to the balcony, threw herself from it, and a moment later Priscilla could hear the giant raven coming by to grab her and carry her out of the painting.

Then, with a great sigh, Priscilla took a moment to look around, trying to ignore the rapidly-cooling moisture that she was sitting in and had covering her lower half. She had to admit – it felt kind of good that the first foreigner to come into the painting in however-long was someone so friendly. Next time, she would be able to get a little more comfortable, and if her bladder should become a problem again, she knew that she didn’t have to worry about making herself vulnerable around that particular human. She couldn’t totally trust her just yet, not after just one meeting, but even so, she at least found comfort in the fact that she could share the beauty of the cold and lonely painted world with someone else.