Shared Misfortune

A long day and lots of drinking had landed Lilith and Leila in quite a bit of trouble. After so many hours, all those drinks had to go somewhere, after all, but that fact didn't seem to occur to the twins as they continued pouring more and more soda into themselves. The fact that they were nowhere near any kind of public restroom didn't seem to be much of a deterrent either, and the thought of tracking one down did not even for a moment enter their minds when they began to feel the call of nature.

And why should it have? They were grown women who had achieved mastery over their own bladders - they could hold it in, and go whenever it became convenient for them; not a moment sooner. No matter how waterlogged they became, they could hold it for as long as they wanted. To their credit, that was indeed the case for quite some time, their many, many drinks rushing through their systems and spilling into their bladders, and all the while the twins made no indication that they were well on their way towards urinary crisis. As hour after hour dragged by, the pressure in their lower bellies only becoming stronger and stronger, for the longest time the only hint that they could have done with a quick visit to the ladies' room was the taut, ever-expanding dome plainly visible over each sister's pelvis as their bladders expanded and pressed outwards to make room for more pee.

But there's only so much room one little pouch can make, no matter how well-trained it might be. It took all day, and an immeasurable amount of beverages, but eventually the twins started worrying about what to do with all the pent-up boiling urine churning and sloshing within them. Hours of feeling their liquid burdens become heavier and heavier, exerting more and more pressure on their quivering pee-holes, had finally culminated in what Lilith and Leila both agreed constituted a toilet-related emergency. Their aching bladders, already large enough to feign pregnancy, could stretch no further, and were so overloaded with scalding jackal piss as to be entirely solid to the touch; not that either twin wanted to have her tummy touched anyways, when even the slightest disturbance would send a burning cascade of brutally-raw desperation through her whole body.

And so, only once the twins determined themselves to be in dire need of relief did they finally set off in search of a toilet. They didn't necessarily need a toilet specifically, given the abundance of hiding spots in the area, providing ample opportunity to simply and discreetly pop a squat to release their oceans; but, for as overwhelming as the pressure was becoming, for as heavily as their solid-steel bladders pushed down upon the strained and overworked ring of muscle keeping the flood at bay, they could still hold it. Their task was made easier by the fact that they only needed to continue holding onto their excessive supply of urine for as long as it took to find and take a seat on a toilet.

Just find a toilet. That was all they needed to do. They desperately searched everywhere they could, with that single straightforward goal at the forefront of their thoughts. Their bladders, as identical in their fullness and agonizing pulsing and sloshing as the twins were to each other in their genetics, were eager to unload themselves in the immediate future, but before they could be allowed to do so, Lilith and Leila needed to find a toilet.

Fortunately, their search was over after a mere hour and a half after it began. A restroom had been located, and by now the sisters were frantically desperate, mirroring each other in their shameless and vigorous potty-dancing as their search for sorely-needed sanctuary reached its conclusion. Their eyes and panties were wet as they rushed for the door, each step now forcing a quick jet to squirt past their exhausted defenses and out from their searing, shivering pee-holes. Even as their molten gold started soaking into the fur on their thighs, both sisters kept clenching their muscles as hard as they could to keep themselves sealed up just a little bit longer. Just long enough to get onto the toilet.

The toilet. The only one in the bathroom - and while they were indeed technically successful in finding a toilet, their intention had been to find one for each of them, so that they could blast the porcelain with their gushing torrents together, sharing the ecstasy of monumental relief as they shared so many other things. But they couldn't do that here, and the pee dribbling down their legs told them that they didn't have time to try to find a place where they could go at the same time. No, one of them would just have to wait, standing by and praying that she could hold on while her sister tormented her by taking the monstrous piss that she herself was dying for.

But, of course, they shared everything. They were both about to wet their pants, and if one toilet was all they had, they had to find a way to use it together. With only mere seconds to develop such a plan, though, Lilith and Leila simply looked at each other for a moment before throwing themselves at the toilet, positioning themselves on either side of it and simultaneously moving as if to sit sideways upon it. Meanwhile, Lilith fumbled with the button and zipper on her shorts, and Leila rushed to hike up her skirt, and before either of them could actually remove any clothing, two sets of soft jackal buttcheeks collided over the middle of the toilet and the twins pressed up against each other as if squeezing their asses together would help them hold it in for just a moment longer.

Of course, such a thing did not help either of them hold on - Leila, in fact, had already given up the moment she started lifting her skirt; and despite Lilith's best efforts, her own bladder gave out when her butt met Leila's, forcing her waters to surge forth prematurely, soaking through the shorts that she hadn't even started pulling down yet...