legacy of gold Study Breaks: Off-Track

[Lord Sake]

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Part I

Kira flipped another card over, glancing at it for just a moment before looking up to check on the train’s progress towards their destination. She looked back at the flash cards in her hands with the sound of other passengers’ chatter providing some much-needed variation to the background noise that otherwise would have only come from the constant humming caused by the train itself using up the arcane energy it collected from its passengers.

Looking up from the card again, Kira’s eyes now fell on her friend seated across the aisle. “And the third circumstance, under that same constellation, for a proper binding is…?”

“Uh…” Lucky ended up deep in thought, eventually responding, “Oh, that’s gotta be… Nauthiz? Or, no, maybe Dagaz… Yeah, Dagaz sounds right.“ She looked around for a moment, then let out a nervous groan and spoke a little quieter. “Should we really be doing this here? People are staring…”

“Of course we should!” Kira had a confident tone to her voice, speaking as if nothing were out of the ordinary. “You gotta get used to being stared at, ‘cause you know you’re gonna have eyes all over you once you graduate and start going off adventuring.”

Lucky’s face turned red and she looked down at her lap. “I wouldn’t be wearing anything this revealing as an adventurer,” she muttered, shuffling her legs into a new position to try and cover whatever her dangerously-short purple skirt couldn’t protect on its own.

“Why not?” A sly grin appeared on Kira’s face as she leaned forward. “I’ve seen plenty of adventurers wearing even less. And, besides, this look really suits you,” she added, her gaze drifting down to Lucky’s smooth caramel thighs, watching the slight bouncing.

“N-no, it’s inappropriate, an-and uncomfortable,” Lucky said with a shake of her head that prompted the bell on her collar to jingle quietly for a moment. Then a light shiver ran through her body and she quietly added, “A-and cold…”

“You didn’t think so this morning.”

There was no immediate response from Lucky – instead, her blush only deepened as she tried to come up with a less-embarrassing way to phrase the first response that came to mind: ‘Because the underwear you gave me seemed like a bigger problem at the time!’

No way could she say something like that out loud, especially not with the context that such a statement would have needed – surely Kira would just ask why she felt that way, and Lucky was definitely not about to publicly explain her distaste for the panties she’d been provided with the promise that they would somehow help her study.

Only once she had them on did she realize why Kira had given them to her – and Kira herself only explained her thought process after recovering from a fit of laughter caused by Lucky’s thoroughly-indignant response to coming under the effects of the binding spell that had been placed on those panties in particular.

Supposedly, the spell was to be some sort of test, something for Lucky to dispel after getting through all the rest of her practice. She wasn’t even supposed to try working her way out until then, so she had spent the better part of the day so far with magical ropes crossing her body under her clothes, leaving her the freedom to move around at the cost of having to feel the lines of energy shifting as well, rubbing against her with a texture bearing an uncomfortable resemblance to that of physical line.

In retrospect, she probably should have expected something like that to happen when Kira mentioned that she had bought them at a special store – obviously some shady magical-kink-toy shop, considering where exactly the ropes had settled over her body. Knowing the panties’ intended purpose made wearing them all the more embarrassing, but at least nobody needed to know about it except for herself and Kira… provided the bindings remained hidden by her clothes, at least; and that was certainly no guarantee when a skirt that felt small enough to be flipped up by breathing on it was the only thing blocking the view of the arcane rope between her legs, running down right over the middle of her underwear and back up the other side.

Lucky shifted in her seat again, tugging at the hem of her skirt in another attempt to guarantee concealment of the rough magic shifting over sensitive areas. The prospect of letting strangers see up her skirt was bad enough at the best of times – even the thought of Kira getting so much as a glimpse was unsettling on its own – but at least then she would just feel somewhat embarrassed for a while and move on. Now, though… the wrong person, or indeed just anyone at all, seeing those rune-ropes would surely be nothing short of a devastating scandal.

After all, while Lucky herself may not have had much of a reputation herself just yet, her name certainly did, and if someone were to recognize her… Her own relative lack of fame meant she wouldn’t be immediately identifiable, at least, but surely plenty of people would be able to connect the dots based on her resemblance to someone who was. Nothing good could come from the daughter of the illustrious Amethyst Witch Clarity Nomane being seen publicly partaking in such unbecoming activities.

But Lucky had chosen to take that risk; sure, it had taken a little encouragement, but ultimately it had been her choice to go out dressed as she was. Probably not the greatest of decisions, but Kira’s recommendations had been right before – a little bit of the right kind of discomfort would help her remember what was going on, so it was better that she be taken out of her comfort zone to help her learn as effectively as possible. It had worked the last couple of times Kira had given her a short skirt to wear out on some studying trip, anyways, so there was no reason to doubt that it would work now.

And at least she could keep things hidden enough for as long as she was able to stay seated… which apparently wasn’t that much longer at all; only a few minutes had passed since that last flash card, and the train was already grinding to a halt at the next station, the related movements making Lucky’s bell jingle softly again and prompting Kira to stand up and motion for Lucky to do the same.

“Come on,” she said. “We gotta switch here.”

“What? Already?” Lucky rose slowly, pressing her skirt down to hopefully maintain modesty and decency. “I thought it was still a few more stops.”

“Nope.” Kira reached out to give Lucky a little shove from behind towards the nearest doors. “Now, seriously, we gotta go. Only a few minutes to catch the next train.”

Lucky stumbled a bit, but quickly caught herself and followed along, with both the slight jolt of being pushed and Kira’s words making her aware of a weak twinge coming from somewhere just above the top of her panties. “Uh, do you think we have enough time to find a bathroom first?”

“Maaaybee,” Kira responded, glancing over her shoulder with a playful expression as they both worked their way through the crowd of people on the platform. “Why? Does kitten gotta go potty?” She spoke with a teasing songlike voice, finishing off with a touch of laughter.

“E-eh?” Lucky’s face took on a deep reddish tone and she stopped dead in her tracks; only a moment later, the crowd around her caused her to hurry over to Kira’s side with her bell tinkling and both hands keeping her skirt held down. “D-don’t say it like that,” she said in a whiny near-whisper.

Kira chuckled and looked over at her. “Why not? It’s true, isn’t it?”

“It’s not funny,” Lucky grumbled, her ears angled backwards as she reached out towards Kira, who recoiled slightly in response to a mild shock.

“Heh, point taken,” Kira said, still letting out a little chuckle regardless as she stopped to tame her hair and reach back to smooth out the fur on her tail. “Anyways, I think there should be one over this way…” Then she headed off in that direction, moving faster than before, forcing Lucky to pick up the pace herself to avoid falling too far behind.

But, of course, she couldn’t risk moving too quickly lest her skirt flip up in the process, so she followed from a modest distance as Kira attempted to track down a bathroom. Fortunately, the nearest one wasn’t very far at all, and Lucky was able to catch up once Kira had stopped by a door bearing a familiar sign; by the time Lucky reached her, Kira had the door slightly open to take a quick look inside.

“Looks like it’s one person only,” she said, stepping aside and pushing the door open further. “Guess you’d want to go first, right?”

“Yeah.” Lucky still had a red tone to her cheeks and avoided eye contact with Kira as she passed by into the bathroom. “Thanks.” And once she was in and had turned to close and lock the door, she breathed a quiet sigh as she observed the room.

It was about as simple as possible – a small space with a toilet against one wall, a sink against another, and very little else. Everything looked to be clean enough at first glance; not ideal, but serviceable, but more importantly Lucky had a little bit of time to herself. Maybe only a minute or so, but at least it meant she would have one minute where she wouldn’t have to worry about anyone seeing things she would have preferred to keep secret.

So she calmly approached the toilet, spun around to face away from it, reached under her skirt and hooked both thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and pulled down on them… only for her underwear to go only a short distance, nowhere near enough for her to safely take a seat. When she tried again, she only got stuck again.

“Aw, crapbaskets,” she groaned quietly, bringing her hands around from where they had been behind her to instead grab the front of her skirt and lift it up. Of course she hadn't forgotten about her bindings – how could she when she couldn’t even breathe without them shifting around and rubbing against her body? – but only now that she was standing in front of a toilet looking down between her own legs did she fully realize just what that spell meant.

The arcane rope resting snugly between her legs would hold her panties rather firmly in place for as long as the enchantment held, it seemed, and even if she could pull them down, the runes would keep them from going past her crotch. Provided, of course, that the runes stayed where they were, so if she could just move them…

Lucky reached down with one hand to touch the rope running over her underwear and see what she could do with it; against her fingers it felt just real enough to pass for the physical equivalent, but not quite right, with an awkward texture and warmth from the shimmering runes that composed it. And when she tried to pull it aside, it hardly moved at all, refusing to deviate too far from the tight hold it had on her.

Grumbling, she tried tugging on it a few more times in different places before giving up and dropping her skirt, folding her arms and flicking her tail back and forth with a huff. “There’s gotta be something,” she mumbled quietly, looking all around the small windowless room before her gaze drifted back to her feet. Once again she lifted the hem of her skirt and reached down to give her panties a few more experimental tugs.

“What if…” Lucky took a little while to try pulling on whatever parts of her underwear seemed to have the most slack, but her brief attempt yielded no results. “Crap.” Sighing, she continued muttering, “Guess I just have to try dispelling it… and there’s no way regular disruption will work…”

Just to be sure, she quietly tried a standard disruption spell, and sure enough her bindings stayed in place. “Yeah, of course not… Then I guess…” She kept one hand absently playing with the hem of her skirt while she used the other to trace where she could feel the magical ropes running over her body, hoping to get a feel for the enchantment while she tried to recall any other counterspells she knew. “Uh… Come on, what was it…? Maybe…”

But before she could get too invested in her search for some magic she could do to remove the bindings, a knock on the door made her jump.

“Hey, Lucky?” Kira’s voice came through from the other side. “You okay in there? We gotta get going to catch the train.”

“U-uh…”  Lucky once again looked around the room in search of something helpful, but resigned herself to simply smoothing out her skirt and giving an answer. “Y-yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.”

With a disgruntled sigh, Lucky turned around to look wistfully at the toilet before reaching out to flush – she hadn't done anything, of course, but with Kira standing right outside she needed to at least act like she had. It was uncomfortable enough to have to leave the bathroom without using it; she really didn’t need Kira endlessly teasing her about it.

To maintain the illusion, Lucky headed over to the sink to quickly wash her hands. The sound of running water and the feel of it over her skin made her wiggle her hips as the stimulation agitated her bladder, but she pushed through and reassured herself that she didn’t need to go that badly yet anyways; it was just the water making her feel like she did. Coming from such an important family and having such lofty expectations put on her meant that she had more than enough experience with both at-home “practice” and real-world situations to know her bladder wasn’t even getting close to full yet. But even so, she kept her legs close together once she had stepped back to dry her hands, taking a moment afterwards to get a look at herself in the mirror.

She first tried to smooth out her short black hair, but her focus was mainly on her outfit, especially since her hair didn’t seem to be in a cooperative mood. From the waist up she was covered well enough – a white shirt buttoned all the way up, with sleeves to her elbows, and a small purple vest over top. If not for the shirt, that vest would have been cause for concern on its own; it wasn’t quite her size, with only a single button out of four holding it closed over her chest, and it only barely reached down to the bottom of her ribcage. Certainly not something she would wear on its own, especially since its insufficient coverage of her chest would have left plenty of space for visible cleavage… had she any to show in the first place.

From the waist down, though, her clothing started to become woefully inadequate. When Lucky turned to look over her shoulder at the reflection of her backside, she saw that her little purple skirt was only just long enough to cover her rump; her panties were fully hidden, but there was very little need for imagination, and anything lifting her skirt even a tiny bit would make mental imagery obsolete.

Her black knee-high boots weren’t any trouble on their own, but they were worn over dark stockings that only went halfway up her thighs, leaving a dangerous amount of skin exposed below the hem of her skirt.

Out of curiosity Lucky lifted the back of her skirt to check what her panties would look like from behind – the most likely view if anyone were to get a chance to see them – and found that the arcane-blue rope that ran right up the middle and met with others at the base of her tail was just as obvious as she had feared.

But there was nothing she could do about it, so after spending a minute in total reviewing her outfit Lucky smoothed out her skirt and stepped out of the bathroom. Kira was waiting near the door with hands resting idly on her hips, and as soon as she could she reached out to grab Lucky’s arm and tug her along back towards the rails.

“Come on,” she said energetically. “Wouldn’t want to be late for our train, right?”

Lucky, meanwhile, stumbled along behind her, saying nothing and instead only letting out a slight whine while she tried to hold the back of her skirt down as Kira dragged her onwards. The quick pace and rough handling weren’t doing her bladder any favors, and the jostling meant there was a constant soft ringing coming from the bell on her collar.

She was only released once Kira had brought her all the way to their next train and pulled her aboard, at which point Kira calmly located a seat as if nothing had happened, leaving Lucky standing to smooth out her skirt and take a few breaths.

“No need to rush,” she complained as she headed for the seat opposite Kira, sitting down with her legs crossed. “It’s not like we’re actually going anywhere.”

Kira shrugged as she pulled the flash cards out of her bag again, and shuffled through them to find some new material. “Maybe nowhere in particular,” she said, “But it’s important to keep the scenery changing, y’know? It’ll help you study.”

Lucky narrowed her eyes and cast a suspicious glance at Kira. “That’s what you said about the… Uh…” Then she looked away and bit her lip to avoid saying anything else.

“About what?” Kira looked up from the cards with an eyebrow raised and her tail gently wagging.

“Uh, n-never mind,” Lucky muttered, leaning back in her seat with her face red and hands tugging at the hem of her skirt.

There was a smirk on Kira’s face and she let out a light chuckle in response. “Sure,” she said, then continued after a brief pause. “But yeah, a constantly-changing background and some decent stimuli should help you stay focused. You won’t feel quite so stuck if you look around and see the scenery’s changed, and that’ll help you keep working and ignore distractions.”

“It’s kinda hard to not get distracted with so many people around,” Lucky argued, slightly adjusting her position. “I think it’d be easier to focus at home…”

“Nah, trust me,” Kira insisted, moving into a relaxed position with her legs parted just enough to hint at the bright blue-and-white stripes of her panties under her pleated pink skirt. “This is gonna be good for you. You’ll see.”

After just a momentary glance in Kira’s direction, Lucky looked off to the side with her cheeks an even deeper red. “Mmh, fine… Could you just… get back to the cards?”

“Whatever you say, kitten,” Kira said with a little giggle, bringing her knees together.

“A-ah, don’t… don’t call me that…” Lucky looked over at Kira again with her ears back.

Kira again chuckled softly while she picked out a card from the stack. “Uh-huh… Anyways, let’s just get right back into it, hm? This one should be a nice little challenge…”

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Part II

Somehow, Kira turned out to be right – Lucky was able to stay focused on her studying for long enough to make some decent progress through the flash-card-quiz Kira was leading her through. But her discomfort had been building the whole time, until finally, after the train had stopped and started again several times, she grew too restless to pay attention to Kira and the cards.

Her thoughts drifted away from school and instead to anything that might help free her from her bindings, or some other way to deal with the growing pressure in her pelvis if she couldn’t dispel the enchantment on her underwear – any solution that didn’t involve doing something embarrassing.

Sitting with her thighs pressed together and both hands playing with the hem of her skirt, she looked down at herself and then glanced over at Kira. “Uh, how much longer are we gonna be on this train?” she asked, much more quietly adding, “I, uh, need to go to the bathroom.”

Kira chuckled, sitting back with her legs casually folded. “Again? Didn’t you just go, like, an hour ago?” She took a moment to laugh again, then continued, “Nah, seriously though, I kinda gotta piss too, so I was thinking about getting off at the next stop. We’ll have a few minutes there before we need to catch the next train.”

“Okay, good,” Lucky said, nodding and overlooking the casual tone and crude language with which Kira had announced her own bladder’s fullness. “Shouldn’t be much longer, right?”

“Eager, aren’t we?” Kira laughed once more, watching as Lucky swayed in her seat. “Don’t forget that the whole point of this trip was to prepare you for being an adventurer, and an adventurer can’t just stop to piddle every hour, can she, kitten?” With a silly grin, she added, “Or do you imagine you’ll be spending all your time slinking away for some sneaky side-tunnel tinkle-time in those ruins you love so much?”

Lucky’s whole face became a deep crimson and she looked away, squirming as she tried to come up with a response – and in the meantime, her bell replied with a little tinkling of its own, prompted by her fidgeting. “Wha-? N-no, that… that’s not…” she muttered, avoiding eye contact with Kira until she finally pulled herself together enough to form a complete sentence: “A-and stop calling me kitten!”

Kira leaned back in her seat, yet again laughing at Lucky’s response. “Hey, relax,” she said once she had regained her composure. “Just teasing. Like I said, it’s just the next stop, so we’ll both have a chance to pee in a few minutes here.”

“Yeah, okay,” Lucky mumbled, absentmindedly rubbing her legs together, still not looking directly at Kira and in fact trying to ignore her presence altogether. She needed to focus and figure out how to pee while under the effects of the binding enchantment – or dispel it, ideally, but she was having trouble recalling the necessary counterspell, so she turned her attention instead to how she might be able to get around it. And as she tried to think of a plan, she had her hands tugging at her skirt while she squirmed in response to the steadily-growing pressure within herself; but just as much as her movements helped alleviate a little bit of that pressure, they also created new discomfort, with Lucky now feeling rope rubbing against her through her panties whenever she moved.

And of course the bindings over her belly weren’t doing her any favors either, the magic passing over just the right spot to squeeze ever-tighter where free space was needed the most. It wasn’t too bad just yet, but Lucky was still feeling the pressure from inside and out enough for it to be a constant presence in her mind; a nagging urge that couldn’t be ignored, never for a moment letting her forget that she needed to come up with a solution if she didn’t want to end up in serious trouble.

But she was still lost for ideas even as the train started to slow down and Kira got out of her own seat. Lucky followed her example, holding her skirt down as she stood up, and moved to wait eagerly by the door, bouncing slightly on her heels and flicking her tail back and forth every so often. She had no idea what she was going to do in the bathroom, but she still had to get there anyways; maybe the sight of the toilet would give her the inspiration she needed to find a way to board the next train with an empty bladder and spotless panties. Or maybe not.

Either way, she still needed to at least try, so when the train stopped and the doors opened, Lucky rushed out before Kira had the chance to say anything. She quickly located the signs pointing towards the restrooms and hurried over in that direction, moving at a brisk pace that demonstrated some degree of urgency while still being slow enough for her skirt to not have many opportunities to flip up and embarrass her.

Fortunately, it took very little time to locate the bathroom, and in an even greater stroke of luck it was unoccupied, allowing Lucky to head right in and lock herself inside. For just a moment she leaned back against the door to inspect the room – a single small enclosure with a single toilet that looked to be clean enough – before approaching the sink, her focus on the mirror.

Standing where she could see her reflection’s legs, Lucky grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it high enough to see a bit of skin above the top of her panties. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other and trying not to look over at the painfully-nearby toilet, she watched in the mirror as a hand went down to see what could be done. She knew already that she couldn’t properly pull her underwear down, nor could she pull the arcane rope aside, but surely something would work…

For her first experiment, Lucky tried tugging on the crotch of her panties, figuring that pulling them aside would be the best way to keep her underwear out of the line of fire if she couldn’t get them down. She spent some time trying to maneuver the delicate purple fabric past the rune-rope, pushing and pulling to see what she could make happen, but soon gave up when her efforts yielded far too little movement. Instead, she brought her hand up a little bit, slipping her thumb into the waistband of her panties if only to confirm that she wouldn’t be able to get them down far enough to do anything.

Lucky was quiet at first, but before long she was letting out a series of quiet, annoyed groans, her tail lashing as she tried to lower her panties with only one hand, succeeding only in frustrating herself. It didn’t seem like she could get her underwear down very far, but she couldn’t know for sure without using both hands – and she couldn’t use both hands without letting go of her skirt, which would make it harder for her to see what she was doing.

And then the obvious solution occurred to her: she could just take her skirt off, leaving her with a perfectly clear view of everything below her waist without needing to sacrifice use of one hand. So she moved to take hold of her skirt, hesitating for just a moment as the thought occurred to her that she was technically in public, but she was quick to dismiss the concern by reassuring herself that she was alone in a bathroom with the door locked – after taking a moment to check just to be sure – and that she could therefore safely unfasten her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

Then several things happened at once when she bent down to retrieve the skirt and put it somewhere else – that bending motion sent a jolt through her bladder, her new position temporarily giving that already-sensitive area a little extra squeeze; and at the same time, the rope between her legs ensured that she could feel her own movement as the magic rubbed up against an especially-sensitive area. Lucky’s response was to squeak and straighten back up as quickly as she could, alleviating the extra pressure on her bladder but once again sliding herself along the rope, prompting another vocalization and a quiet whimper.

‘Did I just…?’

With her skirt in hand, Lucky took a moment to rub her legs together and check her panties in the mirror to make sure they were still their usual vibrant purple – in the fleeting moment it had taken to retrieve her skirt, she had felt an oddly-familiar spark, a sensation wholly inappropriate for the situation, and with the increased humidity that came alongside, she needed to see what exactly had happened.

‘No, still dry…’

She gave herself a good look over in the mirror while she tried to make sense of the situation.

‘I guess… Must be sweat, then? Yeah, that’s gotta be it…’

It was a sensible conclusion to come to – looking at the reflection of her face showed it to be a deep red, and she was starting to need to actively keep herself from giving into temptation and just wetting herself on the toilet that lay only a few steps off to the side.

“Y-yeah, that’s it, just sweating,” she mumbled to herself, shaking her head and looking down at the mirror image of her underwear. Lucky reached out to set her skirt down over the edge of the sink before resting her hands on her hips with her thumbs hooked into her waistband while she considered her options.

What was even possible for her would, of course, be determined by how much she could move her panties, but for just a moment before getting to work on them Lucky tried to plan for what seemed to be the most probable results: there was a chance, however slim she figured it to be, that she could get her panties far enough out of the way to just sit down and pretend everything was normal; or if not that, maybe she could at least clear enough space to allow her to stand in front of the toilet and hope that she had good aim, and though her lack of experience in that particular field meant she was more likely to fail spectacularly than anything else, she’d still have to try if that was the only option; or maybe she’d just be left to figure out how to reverse the binding spell; and if even that couldn’t be done, she’d just have to hold it… or she could just take a seat and go regardless…

“N-no, how could I even think of something like that…?” Lucky furiously shook her head to clear away the thoughts of giving up and wetting herself, no matter how sweet the relief would feel. She could never do that, especially not when such skimpy clothing meant that so much as bending over a little too far would make it obvious exactly what had happened. But what if…?

“No,” she said firmly, looking herself in the eye before turning her attention back down to between her legs. Then, with no further hesitation, she started trying to slide her panties down, tugging at them with both hands to gradually lower them despite the resistance offered by the arcane ropes pressing them against her body.

And it seemed to be working. Lucky watched in the mirror as slowly but surely more and more of her coffee-tone skin became visible where moments before only purple could be seen – and with just a bit of effort, she had managed to reveal almost the entirety of what she had been hiding, getting her panties low enough to block the view of only a little bit more than just the one spot that actually needed to be exposed. They wouldn’t go down any further with the way she had been pulling them, but they still had a bit of slack, so if she could just keep working on them, she figured she had a good chance of making this work.

But just as she moved her hands to try and figure out the last bit of movement, there was an energetic knock on the door, followed by the sound of Kira’s voice.

[Lord Sake]

Part III

“Hey, you still in there, Lucky? Could you maybe hurry up a little? We gotta get going soon.”

The unexpected voice made Lucky squeak, but she recovered quickly once she realized that it was familiar to her.

“Not good,” she muttered, taking a quick look at her entire reflection. Only now did she realize just how silly she looked standing there with plenty of skin from her waist down to the middle of her thighs exposed to the air, her modesty only barely maintained by bunched-up panties held in place by softly-pulsing runes running in a line right down the middle. And she could even see where the magic rope branched off just a little way below her belly button – directly atop what looked to be a slight bump. But she could worry about her figure later; for now she instead looked over her shoulder and called out, “J-just a minute!”

“Maybe try for a bit less than that,” Kira replied through the door, adding no other commentary.

Then Lucky bit her lip and looked down at herself. “Crap crap crap crap crap,” she repeated over and over again while she tried to assess the situation. First she looked at her panties, then over at the toilet. Surely she could still just carry on with what she had been planning before being interrupted? No, it would take too long to figure out – she would have to determine whether she would be able to sit or stand, work out any relevant mechanics, ensure her pee would actually end up in the toilet, and clean up whatever didn’t; all with the assumption that her bindings weren’t as corporeal as they felt, since if they were then the runes would just get in the way and end up making a mess of things regardless of any plans she might have had.

So then what could she do? In theory, she could dispel the magic on her panties, but in practice, she didn’t know how; and if she didn’t have time to get herself ready to use the toilet with the enchantment still in place, she certainly didn’t have time to figure out and perform the correct counterspell. And that really just left more drastic measures – after all, her underwear wouldn’t be in the way anymore if she just tore them apart, but that would just cause more problems down the line. Really, everything was just making it seem all the more appealing to just plant herself on the toilet and get it over with, regardless of the consequences…

“Gaah, not helping,” Lucky growled to herself as she stood rubbing her thighs together, finishing off her several seconds of thinking by looking over at the sink. Seemed like the only option left was for her to just pull her panties back up, put her skirt back on, and head right on out pretending everything was fine. She didn’t really have the time to do anything else; not with Kira standing right outside waiting for her, almost certainly ready to start teasing her for whatever reason she could come up with.

So Lucky simply surrendered to the only remaining option, whimpering quietly as she reached down to start working her underwear back up again with her bladder no less full than it had been when she pulled them down.

And while she was in the process of tugging them back into place, Kira’s voice came through the door again, alongside a firm knock: “You almost done in there? We’re gonna miss the train at this rate.”

“A-ah, yeah, I’ll… I’ll be right out!” Lucky called out her response as she worked her underwear back to more or less where they were supposed to be, then once again set about making it seem like she had used the bathroom properly rather than just wasting time. A few steps over to flush the toilet despite once again having nothing at all to dispose of, then a few steps back to the sink to retrieve her skirt.

She let the water run for a little while as she clothed herself once more, struggling a little bit due to the flow forcing her legs together and not allowing for much movement – and she didn’t particularly want to imagine what she might have felt had she actually gone ahead and washed her hands like she had at the last stop. Instead, this time she simply stuck her hands under the faucet for just a moment once her skirt was positioned to hide what little it could of her private assets, only then turning the sink off entirely. She didn’t really want to get wet at all right now, but she figured Kira might notice and get suspicious if her hands were still perfectly dry after running the water for a few seconds.

And if Kira were to notice and get suspicious, she would almost certainly be able to figure out Lucky’s situation for herself; and if she were to reach the unfortunately-accurate conclusion that Lucky had gone into the bathroom twice now, only to leave with a full bladder each time, there would be no end to the teasing. Constant comments about how good she must feel to have used the bathroom; coincidentally pulling up all the flash cards about water and other flowing things all in a row; taunting her by reminding her that the counterspell was easy and simple, and insisting that she could free herself at any time; surprise tummy-poking, perhaps, or some nefarious tickling; or maybe even something worse than all that.

But for now that was all just her imagination, so Lucky took a deep breath and waited a moment for her heartrate to drop back down to normal, standing with shifting thighs and twitching tail in the meantime. She checked herself in the mirror one last time, ensuring that everything was where it should be, and once she felt she was calm enough to not act too strangely, she turned around to unlock the door and step out of the bathroom.

Kira immediately greeted her by firmly grasping her arm and tugging her back towards the tracks. “Took you long enough,” she said with an atypically-blunt tone. “Let’s get going before we miss the damn train.”

“Uh, wait,” Lucky said, sloshingly stumbling along behind Kira and holding the back of her skirt down. “Weren’t you gonna…?”

“I was, but someone was in there way too long.”

Lucky blushed and looked down at her feet. “Oh, uh, sorry,” she mumbled.

Kira quickly glanced over her shoulder as she hurried towards the waiting train. “Yeah, well… All that time had better have been worth it.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Kira said, dragging Lucky aboard and only then releasing her to find seating. “You’d better be all sorted out for bathroom breaks for a while.” She sat herself down in a quiet part of the car, a fair distance from the nearest other passenger, and Lucky quickly took the seat across from her. “We still have a few more transfers to make, and there won’t be enough time between trains to find a toilet.”

“O-oh.” Lucky crossed her legs and wiggled her hips as the doors closed and the train started to move, sending a little jolt through her body. “So, are you, like…?”

Kira shrugged, sitting with a much more relaxed posture, her legs parted enough to once again allow for a quick peek at her stripes – which Lucky avoided with burning cheeks. “I’m fine. Well, for now anyways…” Looking off to the side at a stylized map showing upcoming stops, she added, “Probably gonna need to piss like a freakin’ racehorse by the time we get to a station we can spend more than a minute at, though… And if that’s another one-person bathroom, I’m going in first,” she finished with a glare in Lucky’s direction.

Lucky met the gaze with a nervous look of her own, but turned away again after just a moment, avoiding eye contact and verbally responding by simply muttering, “Uh-huh.”

“Well, anyways,” Kira said, suddenly sounding upbeat again as she reached into her bag. “Let’s get back to your studying.”

“Huh?” Turning to look at Kira again, Lucky saw the cards in her hands and nodded as soon as she realized what was going on. “Oh, yeah, okay. I’m, uh, I’m good to go, I think.”

Kira nodded quietly in response and started looking through the cards to find a good one to start with; and across the aisle, Lucky was fidgeting and hoping that the little quiz would draw her attention away from her bladder until she had a proper answer for its eager calls for relief. Ideally, it would also help her ignore some other inconvenient feelings…

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Part IV

As always, her restlessness caused her bindings to rub against her body, and though she was trying her best to focus on hearing and answering the questions Kira was asking, it was hard to ignore the rope’s movements against more-sensitive areas. No matter how much she tried to keep her mind off of it, she could always feel at least a hint of the runes moving in awkward places – always at least a little spark created by friction against her chest or between her legs, and sometimes even a stray ember that would come from her belly when she moved in such a way as to make those ropes feel just a little tighter. But at least she could push all those feelings aside, even if she couldn’t entirely block them out. She just had to stay focused on Kira, so she dedicated as much attention as she could to the quiz, letting her body deal with itself for now.

And so she sat across from Kira with her mind focused on recalling old information that she needed to know, and her body squirming with the simple goal of relieving a bit of the pressure in Lucky’s lower belly. Such absentminded wiggling did seem to be working – there was no way Lucky would be able to forget that she needed a toilet, but at least the thought of getting to use one was safely tucked away where it couldn’t steal her focus – but it also meant that she had to deal with the feeling of rope moving over her skin instead. Fortunately, though, that feeling on its own wasn’t particularly difficult to suppress either, so she was able to keep all those feelings in the back of her mind while her body acted on instinct.

Lucky therefore didn’t notice very much of what she was doing. She was simply letting her body do what came naturally to it; her mind only noticed that she had gotten a little warmer since Kira’s quiz started, and a slight increase in the intensity of the feelings produced by her ropes making contact with certain parts of her body. She knew she was squirming, but wasn’t consciously aware of exactly how she was moving. But her movements could certainly be seen by others, and if Kira noticed that Lucky had started gently rocking her hips back and forth, she didn’t mention it; it was a subtle motion, but still enough for a keen eye to pick up on.

Keen eye or not, Kira had a little grin on her face as she worked on helping Lucky study; she looked past the cards at every opportunity, focusing on the soft and shapely silky-smooth shifting thighs across the aisle and watching for any slipups that might give her a chance to admire the perfectly picturesque purple panties hiding under that skirt.

But for now, at least, Lucky wasn’t giving her any such opportunities – even when she adjusted her position her legs stayed squeezed together tightly enough that they blocked the view of anything interesting. Even with her mind elsewhere, she still made absolutely sure that nobody would be able to see what was going on under her clothes; not even Kira, who already knew exactly what she was hiding. If Lucky gave her even the slightest bit of grounds for teasing, Kira would run with it and poke fun at everything she could think of.

Lucky whined quietly at the thought that had somehow forced itself into her mind when she was meant to be coming up with an answer to the question Kira had just asked from one of the cards. “Uh…” She looked around quickly, only briefly glancing over at Kira, who was sitting back with an eyebrow raised. “Uh, I don’t… I don’t know,” she said, shifting around with a bit more visible discomfort than before. “Could we, uh, get back to this later, maybe?”

“Aw, come on now,” Kira said with an exaggerated tone of disappointment. “You’re really gonna just give up? It’s not that tough of a question.” Looking down at the card then back over at Lucky, she added, “Suppose it is kind of a good time for a break, though. Just answer this first, though, and we’ll just chill for a bit.”

Taking a deep breath, Lucky responded with a groan. “Fiiiiiine.” She looked over at Kira, then back down at herself. “Uh…” Glancing across the aisle again, she finally came up with the response of, “Uh, what was the question again?”

Kira answered with a bit of laughter. “Kitten’s forgetful, is she? Or were you just not paying attention?” She took a moment to watch Lucky look away with a red face, and pretended not to hear the mumbled request to stop calling her that. “But anyways, it’s real simple. Should be super easy for you – just name the medium that has the highest dispersal coefficient.”

“Disp- um…? Oh! That’s… that’s water.”

“Mhm.” Kira nodded and started packing the flash cards up again. “See? Easy. Now you can just sit back and relax for a bit.” Once the cards were put away, she looked up and over at the route map again. “Oh, and great timing, too. We’re getting off soon.”

Lucky’s ears perked up and she leaned just a little forward in her seat, hoping to get a look at the map for herself; but the pressure added to her bladder from the movement meant she couldn’t get far enough forward, so she just leaned back instead. “How soon?”

“Uh… two stops? Yeah, just a few minutes.”

Nodding quietly for a moment, Lucky shifted in her seat and spoke up again. “And, uh, you’re sure we won’t have time to do anything at the station?”

Kira immediately put a hand to her face and sighed. “Do not tell me you need to pee again.”

“N-no, no!” Lucky looked down to watch her hands fiddle with her skirt, her face as red as ever. “Just… because, like, we’re not really going anywhere, right? So does it really matter if we miss a train?”

“I mean, sorta, yeah,” Kira said with a shrug. “Gotta keep on moving so you can, y’know, get yourself used to this sort of thing and maybe learn a little bit about how to be a good adventurer.”

“I feel like I’ve learned enough today,” Lucky muttered. “And, uh, wouldn’t it be the same thing if we just, like, turned around and went home?”

Kira vigorously shook her head. “No way. That’s exactly why we’ve gotta keep going. You’re uncomfortable being out dressed up like that, so we have to keep you out for as long as possible so that you can get used to people checking you out.” She looked around and was reminded of how she had picked a quieter part of the car to sit in. “Or, well… You get what I mean.”

Lucky kept staring at her legs, once again shifting them around. “Yeah, I guess so…” She hadn't really expected that to work, but… There had been a chance, if extremely slim, that Kira would have decided to change plans and wait for a train that could take them back where they had come from, so she had to go for it. It would have given her the opportunity to try the bathroom again, and if that still didn’t work it would have meant that she would be on her way home, where she could check her notes to see how to unbind herself… or just wet herself in her own bathroom where nobody would need to know about it having happened.

But, no, they would be moving directly on to another train after getting off this one. There would be no chance to continue experimenting privately with ways to get around the trapping spell, and no toilet to use regardless of whether or not she knew how to escape her bindings. And she didn’t even know exactly when she would get that chance again, either. So she just had to hold it for however long it would take to actually get to a bathroom again, and she had to do it without giving Kira any indication that she hadn't gone at all since before getting snared in the morning. She had already given the fox reason to suspect that she needed the toilet, but hopefully she could keep that suspicion from being confirmed. Just imagining what Kira might say to her about it made Lucky squirm a little more feverishly.

She relaxed a little bit, though, once Kira stood up – still squirming, but now less so – when the train started slowing down for the second time after their brief conversation. Lucky got herself up to her feet a little more slowly and carefully, keeping her legs together and reaching up to take hold of the overhead handrail to stabilize herself. But, of course, having something to hold onto didn’t stop her from being shaken up by inertia when the train stopped, rattling her bladder and prompting her bell to chime softly for a moment.

With little more than a quiet whimper, Lucky followed along behind Kira once the doors opened; she took a look around once she stepped onto the platform, and gazed longingly at a prominent sign bearing only an arrow and the word “Restrooms” as she was forced to ignore its directions. The only good thing, she figured, was that she didn’t need to walk very far, since they were headed for a train that was already waiting on the other end of the platform, which meant that she didn’t need to go any deeper into the station where she would only be tortured by the sight of anything else that would try to guide her towards a bathroom she apparently didn’t have time to use – and probably couldn’t have used anyways, if her luck the last two times she tried was any indication.

Lucky trailed a few feet behind for the duration of the short walk, leaving Kira waiting just barely on board, standing where she would block the door to make sure it wouldn’t close before Lucky could catch up; but it turned out that there was more than enough time for her to make her way to the train and follow Kira to seats where they could once again sit across from each other. They were even left waiting for a little while before the doors finally did close – only a couple of minutes in reality, but long enough that Lucky silently complained to herself that she would totally have had enough time to empty her bladder if not for her bindings.

A glance over at Kira showed that she didn’t seem to be having the same thoughts; in fact, she seemed totally relaxed and carefree. She had slid down in her seat and was leaning back with her hands behind her head, her eyes closed, and her posture one that Lucky would never have dared to replicate herself even if she were wearing pants.

But once the train started moving, Kira adjusted herself to sit up properly, still leaning back but no longer slouching, and now with one leg casually resting atop the other as if she were trying to adopt a more leisurely reflection of Lucky’s tense positioning.

“So,” she said, her tone just as casual as she looked. “How’s that outfit working out for you? Getting used to it yet?”

Lucky gently wiggled her butt side to side in her seat. “Eh… It’s… It’s just getting more uncomfortable.”

“Oh really?” Kira leaned forward, uncrossing and slightly parting her legs and resting her hands on her knees. “You haven’t got a little bit accustomed to wearing something so breezy? To having eyes on that cutie booty of yours?”

She started laughing when Lucky’s hands immediately flew to her backside and her tail started thrashing about. The cat’s bell jingled again in response to her change in position, but was overshadowed by the sound of her whining voice. “W-why did you have to say it like that?”

With her tail wagging, Kira replied, “Because that’s what’s on everyone’s mind when they take a look, sweet-cheeks.” Chuckling again, she added, “Not my fault they like the view, you know.”

“C-can you not… Don’t… Don’t call me that either.” Lucky’s ears were pulled back and she had moved her hands to dig into her thighs.

“Sure thing, kitten.” Kira had a cheeky grin plastered to her face while Lucky growled at her. “Seriously though,” she said once the disgruntled rumbling stopped, making Lucky’s ears perk up again. “I really just can’t understate how important it is that you learn to get comfy with having people gawking at you. Once you go off to become an adventurer and get as famous as your mom, you’re gonna be the center of attention. And a famous adventurer isn’t gonna be able to just sit around at home because she doesn’t like people looking at her. Ya gotta get used to it, and now’s the best time to learn.” Very clearly shifting her gaze to focus on Lucky’s legs, Kira finished with, “And a cute little outfit like that is the best way to learn.”

Lucky started tugging on her skirt again, squirming around and feeling the burn of embarrassment on top of the boiling weight of her bladder and the electricity coming from sensitive flesh on her chest and between her legs being harassed by her ropes. “I-I don’t have a problem with being looked at,” she said, her cheeks thoroughly scarlet. “I just don’t… you know… I don’t… don’t want people seeing, uh… things. Y-you know.”

Kira shrugged. “Just think of it as showmanship. Adventuring isn’t just about doing stuff, it’s about putting on a show too.” She leaned forward a little bit, as if to emphasize her point by making her shirt’s poor coverage of her chest a little more visible. “People like seeing cuties flash their undies just as much as they like seeing ‘em beat up bad guys. It’s what they expect, and it’s what they’re gonna expect of you when you become a big-shot yourself.”

“But it-it’s, it’s just… inappropriate. Especially for me. I have… standards to live up to and a family image to maintain and uh… I-I have to look, you know, respectable.” Lucky took a moment to think, then added. “Like my mom. Everyone knows who she is, and she doesn’t dress like a… Like, uhm… Like… this. Like this.”

“Maybe not anymore, but have you seen the pictures of her from back when she was still going out on quests and doing all that fun stuff? Like, have you seen how she dressed? Even my outfit is modest compared to what your mom used to wear.”

Lucky looked away and muttered, “It… it’s still inappropriate. And… it’s not practical either. I don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to like it,” Kira said, leaning back and crossing her legs again. “That’s just how it is. And look, y’know, when Lucky Nomane becomes just as much of a household name as Clarity Nomane is, people are gonna be keeping an eye on you. You’re just gonna attract attention no matter what. By doing this, at least, you can get used to the sort of looks you’re gonna get.” After a brief pause, she added, “And, like, there’s always gonna be someone checking you out and wondering what sort of panties you’re wearing-“

“Someone like you?”

“Yeah! So, you know, there’ll always be someone like that, and it’s just part of the adventuring fun to give ‘em a little hint of what’s going on under there.”

Lucky crossed her arms and let out a disgruntled huff, her ears folded down and her tail twitching. “Doesn’t sound very fun to me.”

“Oh, don’t worry, kitten,” Kira said as she shifted slightly in her seat while her tail waved back and forth behind her. “You’ll grow into it.”

There was a low rumbling noise coming from across the aisle as Lucky glared at Kira, after a few seconds cutting off her growl to speak plainly. “Stop calling me that!”

“Oh yeah?” Kira suddenly jumped up and moved to lean in close enough for Lucky to feel the heat of Kira’s breath on her face. “Or what?”

“Nyaah!” Having a fox unexpectedly launched at her made Lucky jump in her seat with her tail fluffed up, pushing her skirt down hard between her legs as a little splash of warmth appeared there and her bell rang chaotically. Due to the shock of the situation she hadn't felt anything as it happened, only the resulting dampness and the burning in her bladder that came afterwards as her body tried to follow up on the momentary lapse in control; she whimpered while squeezing her legs together and tensing every muscle she could, her tail thrashing about behind her as she pushed back what felt like more liquid just on the edge of release.

Only once she was reasonably confident that the increasingly-uncomfortable damp spot on her underwear would get no larger did she shift her focus towards controlling her breathing and working her heartrate back down to normal levels. Kira stood back laughing hysterically in the meantime, and once she felt able to speak Lucky called out to her, “Th-that’s not funny!”

Kira took a deep breath of her own to reel herself in as well. “What do you mean? Of course it is!” She took a seat next to Lucky, still giggling with every other breath. “I mean, I probably shouldn’t be laughing at it, but… Oh, if you could just… see the look on your face…! Priceless!”

“Yeah, well,” Lucky said, moving her hands out to rest on her thighs while her tail deflated. She slid over to put a bit of distance between herself and Kira, then continued, “It’s not funny to me.”

Moving over to close the gap and wrap an arm around Lucky’s shoulders, leaning in close and resting a hand over the cat’s chest, Kira said, “That’s ‘cause you’ve gotta loosen up a bit! I mean, look at how tense you are. You just gotta stop taking everything so seriously and have a little fun!” She playfully jostled Lucky around as she spoke, causing more jingling and some quiet whining.

“This isn’t fun,” Lucky muttered, reaching up to pull Kira’s hand away.

“Sure it is!” Kira went along with her hand being removed from its resting place, and instead brought it down to give Lucky a quick tap on the backside. “Now come on,” she said, gracefully transitioning into standing up, taking both of Lucky’s hands, and dragging the cat to her feet despite her obvious preference for staying seated. “We’re coming up on our stop and we gotta change trains again.”

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Part V

Lucky whimpered as she was forced to stand, keeping her thighs pressed together and wiggling her hips. “Uh…” She tried to straighten up and look Kira mostly in the eye as she spoke. “Are, uh… How many more times do we, uh, do we have to switch anyways?”

“Just once after this, I think,” Kira said, pulling Lucky towards the door and glancing at the route map along the way. “Well, and then another after that, but there’s just this one and then one more that we have to do quick.”

“Ah…” Lucky rubbed her thighs together and looked away from Kira at a seemingly-interesting spot on the floor.

A moment later, with Kira holding onto a handrail with one hand and Lucky’s arm with the other, the two got shaken up as the train came to a stop and opened its doors; at the earliest opportunity, Kira pulled Lucky forward and sent her on ahead with another pat to her rear. “Well, here we are. You go on, I’ll be right behind you.”

Lucky growled as she stumbled forward onto the platform, saying nothing as she looked back at Kira, then started heading for the train that had just pulled in on the track directly ahead when Kira showed no willingness to go first.

Naturally, Kira had her eyes on Lucky’s skirt as every unsteady step threatened to reveal a little too much – for a little while, anyways, as Kira soon caught up to the cat and her slower, more deliberate steps, and laid a hand on her back. “Gotta pick up the pace, kitten,” the fox said. “The sooner you get on that train, the sooner you can start heading back towards home.”

“That… that’s not how trains work.” Lucky looked over at Kira, now walking by her side.

“Yeah, well, just get your butt on board as quick as you can so we don’t end up missing it.”

“It’s not going to leave for another few minutes,” Lucky protested, now more than halfway across the platform. “We’re not going to miss it.”

“Do you really want to take that chance?” Kira grabbed one of Lucky’s hands again and started tugging again, taking the lead and moving faster towards the train. Lucky’s stride became yet more uneven with the addition of being pulled, and her bell jingled with every step until she was dragged across the threshold and onto the train, where she was finally released.

“Do you really have to keep pulling and shoving?” Lucky finally responded once she was able to take a few steps away from Kira, having previously only been capable of random noises while the disorderly movement shook up her bladder’s contents.

Kira just shrugged. “No, but it’s fun,” she said as she went to find a seat. Lucky reluctantly followed along, but stayed standing while Kira sat down and crossed her legs. “So you gonna sit down or what?”

Lucky shifted her hips with what she hoped was a good degree of subtlety while she reached out for the nearest handrail. “I’d, uh… Rather not, I think,” she said. There was no reason, she figured, to put any undue strain on her bladder from the motions of sitting down and standing back up again; not while it was still in a bit of a precarious situation from her leak and getting dragged around afterwards. And certainly not while Kira would be looking for any chance she could get to take a peek up Lucky’s skirt, which would undoubtedly not only expose her leak, but in doing so also reveal that she had accomplished nothing at all each time she had locked herself in the bathroom.

“Alright. Suit yourself, I guess,” Kira said, shrugging and leaning back in her seat to relax. “Just a few stops anyways. Not even worth bringing out the cards again, so… Just gonna chill for a bit I guess.”

“Uh-huh…” Lucky followed up her noncommittal muttering with quiet grumbling brought on by the effects of the train beginning to move, paired with tightly squeezing her thighs together while her free hand pulled down on the hem of her skirt.

Then there was quiet for a time, with Lucky squirming and focused on her own internal problems, and Kira resting with her head tipped back and eyes shut; the only sign of tension anywhere in the fox’s body was her legs, one crossed over the other while together they gently swayed from side to side. She looked now how Lucky had felt a few hours ago, just after her first attempted restroom visit – and Kira, as far as Lucky knew, had so far gone just as long since her last successful use of a toilet.

‘Not fair…’ Lucky complained to herself near-silently, only occasionally whining softly as her weight continually shifted from one leg to the other. ‘And this is all her fault anyways! I could have already peed twice now if she hadn't put that spell on these… Or if I could have just remembered how to counter it… I know it, I know I know it, so what the hell is it and why can’t I think of it?’ She finished her thought with a short, low growl, which became a whimper as the train came to a stop again.

Kira picked her head up when she felt the deceleration. “What station is this…?” She looked over her shoulder out the window, then leaned forward to find the nearest map. “Uh… Oh, next stop’s ours,” she said as she sat back again, only now properly taking a look at Lucky. “And you look as nervous as ever. Didn’t think you’d hate the skirt that much.”

“I… I don’t hate it… It’s just, uh… not… Well, it’s… It’s not the biggest problem.”

“That would be the ropes, yeah?”

“Aah! Not so loud!” Lucky looked around quickly, her face red and her voice a hushed hiss.

Kira responded with a bout of giggling. “Why? How would anyone know what we’re talking about? And, besides, who’s even, like, paying attention to us? The nearest guy is, uh… Those girls over there, and they seem to be… Heh, more focused on each other, eh?”

Lucky curiously followed Kira’s gaze, joining the fox in looking over at a pair of very affectionate dog-girls, but after a moment shook her head and turned back to Kira. “Huh…? No! No, just…” She took a deep breath and let it out as an awkward growl. “Grrrhah, I just… I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about,” Kira said with a devious smirk on her face. “Just a bit of a binding-spell accident, right? Happens to everyone.” Then, feeling the train start to slow down, she turned to look over her shoulder. Before Lucky could respond at all, Kira got up and said, “Doesn’t really matter anyways. We’re getting off here.” Then she stood waiting by the door, leaving Lucky to mentally and physically prepare herself for the imminent effects of the train stopping yet again.

Checking quickly to make sure Kira wasn’t paying attention to her, Lucky shut her eyes and squeezed her thighs together until she started shaking, and when the jolt of inertia hit her she let out a quiet whine and balled up her free hand into a tight fist – and when she heard the doors open, she loosened up a little bit, still in control for now, and carefully moved to join Kira in disembarking.

“Okay, here we go,” Kira said once she had taken a few steps away from the train, clapping her hands together and looking over at Lucky while she worked her way over. “That,” she continued, pointing towards the train waiting on the opposite track. “Is the last one we’ve gotta hurry to catch. That’s gonna take us a good few stops before we have to change again, but we’ll have plenty of time at the station then.” Pressing her thighs together and wiggling her hips, she added, “Good thing, too. Really starting to need to take a leak. So!” Suddenly perking up, she started walking. “Let’s get going so we don’t miss it!”

“Yeah, right,” Lucky mumbled, following along at a much slower pace, calculating every step to not shake her bladder any more than necessary. Its pressure had long since developed into a constant presence, time only adding to its weight and the strain of keeping it under control. The cold patch between her legs certainly wasn’t helping either, constantly taunting her with the prospect of reheating and expanding it to ease her burden at least a little bit.

Every step, no matter how careful, only made that seem more appealing despite her knowing that she could never let anything like that happen. Leaking once was more than enough – still one leak too many, but at least it wasn’t unreasonable; little things like that would happen to anyone, and Lucky knew from much experience that she was far from immune to it, but any more than a little dribble was wholly unacceptable. And, if nothing else, the small spot she had on her panties was drying out already, so allowing it to moisten again would be inappropriate at best, and at worst a demonstration that she couldn’t do something as simple as hold her urine until she could use a toilet.

Sure, Lucky had her own little history of mishaps, but that was all the more reason to keep herself sealed and not allow any further incidents, however minor they might be. Especially with Kira spending every waking moment trying to look up her skirt, she couldn’t make a habit of leaking, even if in the moment her body very much wanted her to.

“Hey, kitten! Why so slow?” Kira called out to her from her position standing in the path of the train door, one foot on board and the other on the platform – in the time it had taken her to get there, Lucky had made it only a little over half the distance.

Startled by the sudden voice, Lucky suddenly stopped in her tracks with a little squeak, leaning slightly forward and pulling down on the front of her skirt. “D-don’t call me that!” she yelled back, taking a moment to confirm that she was still in control; and with Kira very clearly looking over at her, she had to do her squirming as subtly as possible so the fox wouldn’t catch on. “A-and why do you think?” Lucky forced herself to look straight at Kira, her face burning again. “This isn’t the best outfit for walking fast!” Given the choice, Lucky would have greatly preferred to flash her underwear than wet herself in public, but of course Kira couldn’t know that she was even considering needing to make such a choice in the first place; and her skirt riding up wasn’t quite ideal either, so Lucky hoped she could be convincing enough that Kira wouldn’t suspect there were any other problems.

With Kira watching her and giggling the whole time, Lucky shuffled forwards, taking extra care not to slip up now when even giving off the slightest hint would make her situation obvious. She kept her eyes on her feet, watching each individual step so she could be certain she was going exactly where she wanted to. Even at her slow pace, it didn’t take very long in reality for her to pass Kira and step over the gap onto the train, but with eyes fixated on her and the oppressive weight of all the liquid building up within, that short walk had felt like it would never end.

The commentary certainly wasn’t helping Lucky’s perception of time, either: “Heh, took you long enough,” Kira said to her once she was on board. “Alright!” Lucky felt a surge through her body, and she let out a whining squeak when Kira’s hand connected with her backside again. But the fox didn’t seem to notice, simply adding, “Let’s go find some seats.”

Lucky reluctantly followed along as Kira led the way down the aisle to what she deemed to be appropriate seating – and in the meantime, the doors shut and the train started moving, once again sending a shock through Lucky’s body in response to the sudden shake-up that she had failed to prepare for. As part of her impromptu response to the surge, she dropped down onto the nearest seat and quickly ensured her legs were tightly crossed, letting out both a little whine and a little moisture in a brief moment of disarray. Fortunately, the moment stayed brief, but with more liquid threatening to escape, Lucky had to tightly clench her already-stressed muscles and firmly squeeze her thighs together to stop the threat from becoming reality.

Her only indication that it had worked seemed to the fact that she wasn’t currently wetting herself – reining in what would surely have been another leak or worse hadn't really made anything feel all that much better down there, and had done nothing at all to quell the flames of her overloaded bladder bearing down on her from within. But she still had to make it look like she wasn’t carrying around all that weight, so as soon as she could Lucky shifted into what hopefully looked like a more relaxed position and looked up from staring at her lap…

… to see that Kira had apparently stopped and turned around when she noticed Lucky wasn’t following anymore, and was now giving her a weird look.

“You alright?” The fox stood holding onto the handrail overhead while she asked what sounded like a genuine question.

“Uh…” Somehow, Lucky’s face just seemed to be fading into deeper and deeper red tones throughout the trip. “Y-yeah, fine,” she said, resting her hands in her lap and fiddling with her own fingers while hoping that Kira wouldn’t pry too much. “Just… uncomfortable.”

Kira raised an eyebrow at her, watching Lucky’s ears twitch, but then sat down next to her. “O…kaaayy… Well then,” she said, crossing her own legs and giving her rear a little wiggle once she was seated. “Just a couple more hours until we’re back home and you can get out of that adorable little getup, if it’s really bothering you that much.”

Lucky glanced over at her and shuffled away when Kira’s hand met her thigh. “C-could… could you at least get the ropes off?” she asked with a hushed-but-urgent tone.

The response was a quick giggle. “Heh, of course not, kitten. You’ve gotta do that yourself.” After looking Lucky up and down, Kira continued, “Besides, what’s so bad about them?”

“Th-they, uh…” By now Lucky felt as if her cheeks were burning hotter than the boiling lake inside her. “They… Uh, I don’t wanna talk about it,” she grumbled, turning away. She concluded by muttering, “A-and stop calling me that.”

“Uh-huh.” Kira folded her arms and playfully rolled her eyes, letting out a little snicker. “You forgot the counterspell, didn’t you?”

“Sh-shut up.”

The response just broadened Kira’s smile. “You did! Kitten doesn’t know how to untie herself!” She leaned over to repeatedly poke Lucky in the side, prompting whining and tense flinching. “Looks like someone’s gonna be stuck like that all day!”

Lucky strained herself extra hard to not flood her seat in response to the prodding, but couldn’t stop the still-warm spot from growing a little larger. “A-aah, stop, stop!” she called out, reaching out to bat Kira’s hands away. Once the assault had ended, she squeezed her thighs together and took a deep breath. “Y-yeah, fine, I… forgot how to get out of these, okay?”

“Well,” Kira said, still giggling. “You’d better remember, ‘cause that’s still your final test for this study session.” Shifting to put one foot beneath herself, she added, “This isn’t over until you can do that spell, kitten.” She only laughed more when Lucky looked over at her and growled quietly rather than asking again not to be called that.

“Ah, aaaanyways,” the fox continued with a sigh, “Not long now until our next switch. Or, I hope not, anyways,” she added with a wiggle of her hips. “’cause I gotta pee. Mm, really rather not have to hold it all the way home, y’know?”

Lucky looked away and mumbled, “Uh-huh,” shifting in her seat and once again playing with the hem of her skirt. She glanced over again for just a moment, but turned back to look at the ground when she saw Kira looking at her.

And Kira, in fact, was watching closely, curiously studying Lucky’s movements and expression, a playful smirk appearing on her face as she quickly recognized the situation. “Ooh, and I’m not the only one, am I, kitten?” With a little giggle she leaned over and reached out once again, this time directing some jabs at Lucky’s belly. “That must be why you’ve been looking a little pudgy lately, eh?”

The instinctive response was a whining groan from Lucky as the extra pressure in such a sensitive area forced her to clamp down even harder in the hopes of holding back the flood through Kira’s latest round of physical teasing. The prodding made her curl up a little, lifting her knees and leaning forward in her seat, her ears rolled back flat and her tail lashing about while she fought an uphill battle to maintain control.

[Lord Sake]

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Part VI

 

She couldn’t bring herself to say anything or properly fight back until the poking and pressing forced her to lose more than just a little spurt; this time, a weak but steady trickle spilled out from between her lips despite her best efforts, soaking into her panties and running down to wet her butt, seeping through onto the seat below. Her faltering hold left her underwear clingy and uncomfortably moist when she finally pulled herself together enough to stop her little accident from becoming too big to hide – and for once she was just a little thankful that she wasn’t wearing her usual thigh-hugging white trousers.

“Stop!” she hissed loudly, forcibly pulling Kira’s hands away from her belly before squeezing her thighs together as tightly as possible and rubbing them against each other. “Yes, I really have to pee, okay, so don’t do that!”

Kira responded at first by just sitting back and blinking at Lucky before breaking into laughter, which abruptly faded to intermittent giggling when she pressed herself down and rubbed up against her own heel. “Oh, man, you’ve really just got a kitten-sized bladder, don’t you?” After a little more chuckling, she added, “You just went, what, two hours ago? Barely any time at all and you’re already whining about having your soft little kitty belly poked? Maybe we should give it a real good squeeze to see just how bad you gotta go…”

“Umm, n-no, let’s… No.” Lucky moved her hands to protect her midriff, looking over at Kira with a suspicious glare, ears pulled back and tail just starting to puff up.

“Pffft, just teasing.” With a playfully-dismissive hand-wave, Kira shuffled herself around to sit a little more casually, legs crossed with her hands in her lap and one foot shaking. “But, hey, don’t think this changes anything. You might have a bladder the size of a walnut but it’s your fault that I need the toilet right now, so I’m still going first at this stop. I’ve been waiting longer than you, so it’s your turn to get locked out when you need to go.”

Lucky’s eyes widened and her tail, flared out to twice its normal size, started nervously twitching in response. Even after having her need to use the bathroom revealed, she would still have to wait for Kira – and after a leak like that, Lucky surely wouldn’t have very much time to wait around instead of dealing with her own needs… if she could even figure out how to do that in the first place.

Even if she did get in first, after all, that still wouldn’t help her if she couldn’t sort out some way to actually use the toilet without getting things any wetter than they already were. There was a very good chance that she’d have to leave, disappointed and still bursting, to give Kira the opportunity to relieve herself before going directly to their next train; and if Lucky had to go through that again, standing in front of a toilet and having to hold her waters back, only to leave without so much as a drop of relief and board a train with her bladder full to the brim, that surely wouldn’t end well for her.

Of course, she could probably avoid all that by just admitting to Kira that she was critically desperate to have her bindings removed so that she could pee – but the odds were just as good that Kira would just laugh at her and tell her to use her full bladder as inspiration to recall how to free herself… or suggest any number of unsavory solutions that involved her ropes staying on while the burn in her belly went away. And while she was certainly starting to seriously consider some of those options herself, she couldn’t possibly humiliate herself by admitting her problem to Kira while she still had at least a slim chance of getting out of this with the wet patch on her panties no bigger than it already was.

So maybe it would be okay, probably. Hopefully. There did seem to be one upside to everything that had happened so far: though the aching steel ball in her pelvis continued to send out agonizing shockwaves at every little bump and shudder, each one heralded by another ding of her bell, her bindings weren’t feeling quite as obnoxious anymore. The magic rope was as rough against her chest as ever, but between her legs it felt just a little looser – quite good fortune considering that her movements now prompted that part of the rope to press her sodden panties against an increasingly-delicate area, rubbing at that spot with just a little less intensity than before. Whatever the reasoning, Lucky was glad to have even that small relief from something that had been working her up so much throughout the day.

But that didn’t really do anything about her real problem – the magic wasn’t pressed quite so firmly against her down there anymore, but it was still very much in the way and would still be a massive obstacle to any kind of relief that didn’t involve walking out of the bathroom in underwear dyed a much darker purple than usual. Surely there was a way around it, but… Lucky would have to actually be in front of the toilet to be able to start figuring anything out, and for now she was still stuck on a train, sitting in a little puddle of her own making next to a fox who would take any opportunity possible to tease her without end. All she could do for now was just hold it in and focus on keeping herself under control until she could get a couple of minutes to herself.

With urine starting to cloud her mind, though, Lucky was in desperate need of a distraction, but a search for anything to draw her attention away from her throbbing bladder proved that getting to and using a toilet without causing any more damage was actually more likely than finding something else to focus on – there was nothing particularly interesting going on in the train itself aside from her own suffering, and the view out the windows was too much of a blur to hold her attention.

She considered the possibility of asking Kira to break out the cards again, but she already knew the storm brewing within would viciously disrupt any attempts to try to recall her lessons. That, and she most certainly didn’t want to risk Kira giving her all of the water-related questions all in a row.

She didn’t even want to think about that, since it meant thinking of water, and thinking of water meant thinking of rivers and waterfalls; of rain and flooding, dams holding back massive sloshing reservoirs and cracking under the pressure; of jets shooting out from fountains only to come right back down, hissing and splashing all the while…

It meant thinking of waves crashing against the shore, chipping away at mighty stones, each surge wearing them down more and more; of bathing, submerging herself in the hot soothing water and letting herself completely relax; of toilets, and the bliss of flipping up her skirt, sliding her panties down her thighs, and letting her troubles flow away as a harsh barrage of scalding gold, sizzling and splashing deafeningly as Lucky assailed the porcelain with a pressurized blast of pent-up fluids.

“Eep!” Lucky squeaked and whimpered as her drifting mind tried to force her to live out her fantasies, causing her to fight back by knotting her legs up tight, leaning forward and tugging hard on the hem of her skirt with her eyes squeezed shut. Furiously wiggling and clenching every muscle in her body, she was able to stop the flood that her bladder wanted to unleash, toning it down instead to a quick hissing burst that once again seeped through her panties and down to the seat below.

She was trembling and only barely avoided peeing again when Kira laid a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, you good?” the fox said, a look of genuine concern in her eyes that Lucky only saw after a lengthy silence. Only after she had forced her furious bladder’s contents away from the exit did she open her eyes and look over, responding with a simple whimper and a pleading expression. “Don’t worry,” Kira continued, pausing to rub her own thighs together and wiggle her hips. “Our stop is next.”

Lucky nodded and turned back to look at her lap, urging herself to keep fighting. Just a few more minutes and they’d be at the station; Kira would use the bathroom, which would take no more than a minute, and then Lucky would have plenty of time alone with the toilet to do whatever she needed.

Of course, there was still no guarantee that she would actually be able to do what needed to be done; the ropes teasing her crotch seemed to be a bit looser than she remembered, but they were still there, and she still couldn’t pee without wetting herself for as long as they were in the way. She would find a way out, though – she had to, otherwise she would most certainly flood her seat on the next train; or worse, dozens of strangers would watch her spill her drinks through her panties in the middle of the platform before even having a chance to set foot on the train. She could not let either of those happen. Anything she could do to avoid such a devastating outcome, she would need to do no matter what.

But for now, all she could do was keep herself moving and keep her legs closed – the pressure had subsided just a little bit, enough for her to abandon the pretzel routine, but the infernal bulk of her flooded bladder resting precariously against the sole escape for her churning golden ocean forced her to keep crossing her legs at the ankles, one way and then the other, over and over again.

She only stopped when Kira stood up carefully, pressing her thighs together and looking over at Lucky as she bounced on her heels. “Come on, this is where we get off,” she said, motioning upwards with one hand and resting the other on her thigh.

“Oh? O-okay,” Lucky mumbled, forcing herself to her feet slowly, staying bent over and wiggling enough for the tinkling of her bell to accompany her movements as she tried to stand in a way that wouldn’t stir her bladder too much.

Kira obviously seemed to notice Lucky’s struggle, and helped guide her up by taking hold of her arm and resting a hand on her back, her own eyes drifting down to the seat to watch how Lucky’s jiggling rear moved as she rose – and staying on the seat even once there was no more skirt-covered butt to admire there, the sight of a glistening hand-sized spot making Kira’s eyes go wide.

“Oh, damn,” she said, adjusting her gaze to look up at Lucky’s eyes. “I didn’t think you had to go that bad…” She was interrupted by the jolt of the train coming to a stop, prompting a whimper from Lucky while Kira tried to hold her stable. And in the moment before the doors opened, the fox added, “Tell you what, you can actually go first here. Wouldn’t want kitten to make any puddles, would we?” she concluded with a little chuckle.

Lucky’s tail puffed up a little bit in response. “D-don’t,” she started, only to get cut off by Kira tugging her along as soon as they had a clear path out to the platform.

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Kira said, giggling. “Let’s just get moving, find ourselves a bathroom. I’m sure you’d rather use a toilet than mark your territory or whatever on a train seat, right, Leaky?”

“Wha-? W-what’d you just call me?” Lucky’s ears perked up and a confused expression plastered itself onto her face as she followed along with one hand under Kira’s control and the other tugging down on her skirt.

“Hmm?” Kira was just barely concealing a snicker beneath her inquisitive tone. “I dunno what you mean, I just said your name.”

Lucky glared at the back of Kira’s head, her tail twitching. “N-no, that was… that was something else.”

Kira responded with a shrug and another little giggle. “Dunno what to tell you, man. If you heard something else that’s not my fault.”

“Hmm.” Lucky grumbled incoherently, still glaring at Kira for the minute it took them to reach and stop next to a door marked as having toilets on the other side.

“Well, anyways,” Kira said, letting go of Lucky and stepping aside. “I said I’d let you go first, so here you are. Just don’t take too long in there,” she continued as she brought both hands down to rub at her thighs, knees bent and rear end wiggling. “’cause I really gotta go too and I am not gonna be happy if you make me miss a bathroom break again.”

“Uh, y-yeah,” came the unconfident response as Lucky quickly moved to get the door open. “I’ll try to be quick,” she said as she slipped through an opening just big enough to fit her before leaning on the door to close and lock it.

Taking deep, slow breaths and grinding her thighs against each other as the proximity to a toilet once again infuriated her bladder, Lucky was slouching with her back pressed against the restroom door while she scanned the room for anything that might help her.

Well aware that Kira was right outside, Lucky tried to keep her thoughts to herself, but the pressure of the situation made her start quietly mumbling whatever came to mind rather than keeping the words confined to within her head.

“Okay… come on,” she said. “Gotta be something… gotta be something… Geez, gotta… gotta come up with something…” Reaching up under her skirt to press hard against the magical rope between her legs for just a moment, her muttering continued, “Oh gods, gotta… find a way to pee… Umm…”

But rather than moving to even begin trying to solve the issue, Lucky simply remained pressed up against the door, sliding down to an awkward position with her feet out in front of her and one hand furiously kneading her skirt while the other lay flat against the door.

“Ohh, ffff-uck…” Lucky whined as she moved to wrap her legs around each other and tense up enough to start quivering in place. She had the top of her head pressed against the door behind her, taking harsh breaths through her teeth and trying her hardest to dig up the spell she desperately needed from her memory – anything that would direct her towards what she had to do, even a single syllable of an incantation, just the slightest hint for how to finally liberate herself.

But she could bring no such thing to mind, her consciousness instead flooded with urgency; right now she knew absolutely nothing other than the fact that she was experiencing a dire emergency and absolutely needed to have her panties off and her butt on the toilet seat within the next minute if she didn’t want to start spraying down the tiles at her feet. No matter how hard she tried to recover any other thoughts, only a single thing ever came to mind: toilet.

Lucky glanced over at the throne just on the other side of the room, staring at it with eyes nearly as wet as her underwear while she shifted around. In her new position she pressed her rear end against the door and shove both hands up her skirt, squeezing them between her sweaty caramel thighs while her mouth hung open, a little moisture even dripping from it, too.

But then her mouth practically slammed shut and she bit down hard on her own lip, whining and somehow tensing herself up even further as moisture slipped through her fingers, leaving the sting of denial burning between her legs and a few droplets on the floor once she managed to miraculously cut off the leak.

With her tail puffed up, she spent a little while simply breathing heavily, swinging her hips and rubbing her butt against the door in a frantic attempt to keep control. It only took a moment for the surge that had caused her lapse in restraint to pass, allowing her to wipe her hands off on her thighs before digging into the soft flesh with her fingers.

And in the meantime, Lucky was staring straight ahead at the sink on the opposite wall and its accompanying mirror, a simple glass pane with some obvious cracks and dirt that should have been leaned off ten years ago; far from pristine condition, but still functional enough for her to get a glimpse of her own condition.

“What am I doing…? No…” she mumbled to herself, doing her best to straighten up and look like she was just a little bit further away from exploding than she felt herself to be – if, gods forbid, she should have to leave the bathroom in this state, she wouldn’t be able to curl up with her hands between her legs like a little girl out in public. Sure, it was technically better than wetting herself, but…

She had to at least try, and so approached the sink at a crawling pace, crooked at the waist and waddling with her thighs refusing to part more than a hair’s breadth. Both her hands were resting by her knees, firmly grasping her legs in an attempt to keep them from grabbing anything unbecoming unless it was absolutely necessary.

At least it wasn’t a very large bathroom, and when she finally worked her way close enough to reach out and lean forwards against the basin, bent over at nearly a right angle with her trembling legs knotted up behind her, she took a moment to breathe and wonder why she had even taken that brief, agonizing walk in the first place.

Unsure as to what plan she had originally had, she decided that she could at least take advantage of the mirror to determine just how visible her crisis would be even with her best efforts to hide it – so with another shrill whine she straightened up as well as she could, unable to have her legs positioned any way other than bent at the knees, angled inwards, and smashed together as securely as was physically possible; but at least she could get her upper half to be at an angle that wasn’t parallel to the ground, still leaning forwards but not quite as extremely as before.

And while her movements caused her magical ropes to scrub between her legs and across her chest, creating an uncomfortable heat even with the lesser effect that looser bindings had on her nethers, she thought to inspect one thing in particular – a tender, aching spot that Kira would certainly assault relentlessly if given the chance.

Lucky brought her shaking hands up near her belly, pulling up on her shirt with one and down on the waistband of her skirt with the other, until she could clearly see in the mirror something that made her whimper, disturbed by the knowledge that she was staring right at the source of her troubles; she could see her raw need laid out before her in the mirror in the form of bulging reddish copper flesh straining against the constant expansion of her agonizingly-overflowing pee-pouch.

Her bladder was inflated beyond what she had thought possible, the swollen mass of liquid creating a painfully-obvious convexity from her belly button down past the stretched elastic of her stained panties. It was even worse when she turned to look at it from the side; if not for her blatant potty-dancing and the jingling that came alongside, she might have been able to pass herself off as being in the early stages of pregnancy, and the thought of having that much pee built up within her made her whine again.

The worst part was that she couldn’t do anything about it – she couldn’t think of any solutions that didn’t involve flooding her underwear, so she simply cast a yearning, tearful glance at the toilet as the thoughts of all the things she could have been doing had she been unbound ran through her mind; thoughts of things she could be doing anyways, of just sitting down and letting nature take over…

But then her eyes suddenly lit up, ears perky and tail twitching excitedly. She felt another quick spurt reheat the puddle in her panties, but for once she didn’t care – maybe it didn’t have to end that way. Maybe she had found a solution after all.

[Lord Sake]

Part VII

Stumbling over in that direction, Lucky fell to lean against the wall next to the divine white seat, holding herself up with one hand and using the other to reach down and paw at the toilet paper roll, unravelling a fair bit of it; it was starting to accumulate on the floor by the time she decided she had enough and tore off what she had gathered, groaning as she bent down to pick it up and collect it as a haphazard wad of paper before reaching under her skirt to start tugging at her panties with her other hand.

Her first attempt was to pull the gusset aside at least a little bit, and it seemed to work well enough for what she needed – with just a little bit of negotiating she was able to peel the soaked purple cotton away from her more delicate skin, immediately shoving the toilet paper into the resulting gap and pressing it hard against her lips just as a faltering stream started involuntarily dribbling out past her defenses. This time, she allowed it to continue for a little while, letting out a strained sigh as the toilet paper between her legs absorbed her newest accident. But only a few seconds later she felt the hot moisture tickling her fingers, practically folding in on herself and clamping down with whatever strength she still had to stop the flow. She was panting when she got control back this time, pulling the dripping paper out from within her underwear as soon as she was confident that she at least had enough to hold back any more leaks for just a little while.

Tossing the used toilet paper into the bowl in front of her, Lucky acted as quickly as she could to carry out the remainder of her extremely-poorly-thought-out plan, fumbling with the side of her skirt so that she could unfasten it and let it fall to the less-than-pristine floor. Then she turned around and, applying what she had learned during her last attempted bathroom break, used both hands to drag her panties down as far as the ropes would allow – just a little bit farther than before thanks to the inexplicable leeway the once-oppressive runes were giving her now, but still not enough to actually free up anything important – before allowing her quivering legs to rest as she dropped herself down to finally take a seat on the throne of her dreams.

Still breathing heavily through her mouth, a little voice of reason ran through her head for just a moment, as if it were still possible to redirect her from the path she had settled on.

‘This is either going to go perfectly or be a complete freaking disaster. But I don’t really have any other choice…’

Taking and holding a deep breath and praying that she could make this work, Lucky reached out to get more toilet paper, wadding it up the same as before and slipping it down between her legs, again pressing firmly to ensure contact with the source of the fluids she was trying to collect.

When she breathed again, she let out a deep groaning sigh, simultaneously allowing a heavy gurgling stream to surge into the paper and saturating it before Lucky could even draw her next breath. Whimpering and jiggling to try and stem the tide yet again, she managed to seal herself off enough to let out no more than a few errant droplets before yanking the thoroughly-destroyed paper from where she had been holding it, dropping it between her thighs into the water below.

Then she reached out to do it all again – grabbing a handful of toilet paper, crumpling it up, and shoving it between enchanted rope and overly-sensitive flesh to collect another gushing squirt of pee, all while letting out a whining moan in response to even such a fleeting instant of relief.

The process repeated several times, with Lucky rushing through the steps of grabbing a wad of toilet paper, pressing it against her lips, and spurting into it before pulling it out and dropping it into the toilet, perpetually piddling into her pitiable purple panties in the absence of anything to soak up the extra drops leaking out while she prepared to restart the cycle.

And so, little by little, one squirt at a time, Lucky painstakingly spilled the contents of her bladder into handful after handful of toilet paper. Little by little, through the agony of denial surging through her every time she had to stop her big leaks short, she was starting to feel just a little bit more in control. It took an obscene amount of effort to squeeze herself shut over and over again, always near-instantly after starting, her quick little jets more than enough to wholly saturate the flimsy paper the moment the liquid came out. Such miniscule bursts were nowhere near enough for her to feel any relief for her efforts – in fact, they were even too short for her to so much as properly register the feeling of each scalding spurt freeing itself from her body in the first place – and constantly teasing her frantically-eager bladder with her easing up and bearing down in time with her now-erratic breathing only made it more and more anxious, every denial burning her overworked muscles more and more as they fought valiantly to lock her waters away over and over again.

But right now, Lucky didn’t need to feel relief. She needed control, not the bliss of allowing her burdensome river to flow freely from its prison, and control was what she was getting. Her leaks weren’t satisfying her bladder’s desperate pleading one bit, but at least every little dribble contributed even a tiny bit more to making her liquid load a little lighter.

That was really the best she could hope for; she was sure she wouldn’t be able to relieve herself fully this way, but hopefully, if all went according to plan, she wouldn’t need to. If she could just let enough out to get herself well away from the brink of an accident, she could hold the rest in for long enough to get her bindings off and use a toilet properly. With a clearer head, she could focus on something other than her overfilled private reservoir, and hopefully that clarity would help her remember what she needed to do.

It would certainly be messy business getting there, though. The process left her fingers soaked and dripping from all the moisture that would seep through her improvised padding before she could cut herself off and replace it, but at least getting her hand wet meant she could spare her panties from an even worse fate. And all she had to do was spare her panties while simultaneously peeing enough that she could control what was left inside, even if she would be no less desperate to let that out as well.

Of course, Lucky didn’t have any particular plan for how exactly to get to that point – she wasn’t counting exactly how many sodden wads of nearly-disintegrating toilet paper were being dropped into the toilet along the way, so she didn’t have any tangible stopping point. She was just peeing indefinitely, waiting for some vague point where she would have recovered enough control to go back to holding it in. Whatever that point was supposed to be, she didn’t seem to be reaching it, endlessly repeating the cycle until…

“Hey! Lucky!” Just as she was slipping a new wad of paper between her legs, an impatient voice called out, paired with earnest banging against the door. The slight shock made her jump in her seat a little bit, squeezing her thighs together and letting out a slightly-bigger spurt than intended. And as Lucky scrambled to recover and deal with the toilet paper, Kira continued, “Hurry up in there! Other people need to go too, you know.”

“Umm…” Struggling to come up with both a response to Kira and a way to wrap up her toilet paper experiment, Lucky haphazardly prepared another wad to squirt into, calling back while going through the procedure yet again. “J-just, uh… Just, nnnnnh…” She interrupted herself with a quiet groan as she fought to rein her bladder in again, hoping that she had let enough out by now that she wouldn’t need to delay Kira any longer. Dropping the used paper into the toilet and tightly crossing her legs, she finished her statement. “J-just, uh, just a minute!”

“I’m holding you to that,” Kira said, quieter but still audible through the door. “Exactly a minute from now I’m gonna be in there one way or another.” She didn’t elaborate any further, but Lucky could guess pretty easily what someone with a habit of picking locks would have meant by that.

“Uh, okay…” Lucky mumbled an attempt at a response, then looked down at herself and quickly got to work sorting things out.

First, she uncrossed her legs and slowly spread them, keeping her thighs well away from each other for several seconds to judge just how much control she really had. And when nothing involuntarily came out of her, she glanced over at the heavily-used toilet paper roll again, reaching out to grab much more than at any point before. Once she was satisfied with the amount, she repeatedly folded the paper up with more haste than care, and when it became small and thick enough for her purposes, she slipped it into her panties as she got up off the toilet, working her underwear back up as she went.

With a sigh she wiggled her hips around, determining with reasonable confidence that pressure from both the moist purple fabric and the overlying arcana would hold the paper in place against her lips, providing at least a little bit of insurance that an emergency situation wouldn’t immediately turn into a crisis at the first little dribble.

Then, keeping her thighs close, she bent down to recover her skirt, quickly pulling it up and securing it in place before turning around for just a moment to flush the toilet and dispose of her little experiment. She paid it no further mind as she moved to the sink to wash the urine from her hands, but just as she was squirming her way through a quick initial rinse, an odd sound drew her attention back to the toilet.

She drew a sharp, hissing breath as her tail started puffing up, her eyes wide as she watched the backed-up toilet begin to overflow – apparently she had been a little overzealous with her paper-based solution, and now…

[Lord Sake]

Part VIII

“Oh, crap,” she said to herself, quiet but with a panicked tone. “Oh, crap, that’s not good. Um…”

Abandoning the sink, Lucky rushed back to stand in front of the toilet, thighs rubbing together in response to the sight of a flood. Biting her lip, she looked around the room as if something in the tiny chamber would help solve the problem, only to find nothing.

“Uhhhh, okay, okay, I can…” She took a deep breath and held a hand up to the side of her head. “I can fix this,” she mumbled. “If I just, umm…”

Lucky held her hands out in front of her, wiggling her hips in a very unprofessional manner as she tried to recall a spell that would work in this situation.

“Come on, it’s real simple, uhh… Oh! I’ve got it! Yeah, okay, so…” Narrating her actions to herself, Lucky moved her hands around above the toilet, working her way through what she remembered of a basic spell to help break things apart. “And then…” She finished up with a quick one-handed motion, and the effects of her successful casting were immediate… just not what she had been expecting.

From somewhere out of sight came the sound of cracking metal and the subtle hiss of surging water; the sink which she had left running ran dry, and the toilet continued flooding.

“Nya-ah! Shit!” Jumping back and squeaking in shock with her ears back flat against her head, Lucky watched in a helpless trembling panic as the situation only got worse because of her meddling. With no idea what to do now, she continually backed away from the spreading water, before very long being forced to drag herself up to sit on the sink to avoid getting her feet wet.

She sat there for just a moment, shaking and on the verge of tears as, with nothing else to do, she just observed the consequences of her actions. It only took a little while for the flood to extend beyond the boundaries of the little enclosure, and very shortly afterwards the door suddenly flew open.

“What the hell happened in here?!” Kira was standing in the doorway, her feet in the growing puddle spreading outside the bathroom, legs pressed awkwardly together and discomfort plainly visible on her face as the scene reminded her of something she was eagerly waiting to do herself.

“Umm, uh…” For a moment, Lucky merely mumbled incoherently, trying to come up with an explanation that didn’t involve a series of embarrassing confessions: that this whole time, her bladder had been constantly filling up since the morning, and never emptied despite her time-consuming attempts at using the bathroom previously; that she had been lying about her ill-fated bathroom breaks, simply unwilling to admit that she couldn’t pee with her bindings on; that she had therefore wasted time that Kira could have used, making her the reason Kira’s bladder was full now; and that in an attempt to take the edge off of her own desperation, she had rendered the bathroom unusable and left Kira with nowhere to go. She couldn’t possibly tell the truth and admit that she was the sole reason Kira urgently needed a toilet and couldn’t get herself to one.

“You know what, never mind that right now,” Kira suddenly said, holding up a hand and making a firm beckoning motion, causing Lucky to abruptly jerk forward and dismount from the sink, a magical rope just like the ones under her clothes now connecting her neck to Kira’s hand like a leash. “Just get the hell out of there and explain later.” She tugged again, and Lucky stumbled forward, following along as Kira led her quickly away from the newly-out-of-order restroom before anyone could associate them with the problem.

Lucky’s still-mostly-full bladder jostled with every step and her bell jingled in time with her footfalls, until Kira stopped at a quiet part of the station where the bathroom was out of sight. Lucky stood with her thighs pressed together once Kira released the magic leash, and the fox herself looked to be subtly walking in place as she tugged down on the front of her skirt.

She spoke firmly despite the hint of nervousness in her voice. “Okay, now, what in the name of all the gods happened there?”

“Uh, well…” Lucky muttered random filler phrases in the brief time it took for her to sort out the lie she had been trying to put together. “The, uh… I think, like, a pipe burst or… something? I never got a chance to go and, uh, well…” She trailed off with a shrug.

Kira didn’t seem convinced. “Well then what were you in there so long for?”

“I was, uh… trying to fix it,” Lucky replied, this time at least somewhat honestly – she really had tried to fix the problem with the toilet, but in reality it had been a problem she had caused in the first place. But Kira didn’t need to know that.

A long, disappointed sigh escaped Kira as she brought a hand to her face, leaning forwards with her other hand resting on her thigh and her jiggling butt stuck out behind her, bouncing up and down with her subtle movements. “And that just made it worse…”

Lucky reached up to nervously rub the back of her head. “Y-yeah.”

Kira sighed again, moving the hand from her face to her other thigh and bending even farther forward to stare at the ground for a moment. Then she drew a deep breath and straightened up a little bit, still at enough of an angle to absentmindedly rub her thighs as she spoke. “Okay, well… That’s fine. Can’t really blame you for that, but, uh…” She bit her lip and moved her hips in an exaggerated wiggle. “Well, I dunno about you, but I was really looking forward to using that toilet. Y’know, I’m like three seconds from pissing all over the floor right now and I do not wanna get back onto a train with this much pee wanting out, so…” Looking around and straightening up properly, she crossed her legs and added, “I… am gonna go look for a janitor’s closet or something. Come along if you want, otherwise I guess I’ll just meet you at the tracks.”

“… Janitor’s closet?” Lucky shuffled in place, because of both her bladder and the implication Kira was making.

“Yeah, they’ll have, like, buckets,” Kira said, far too nonchalantly for Lucky’s comfort. “And if not, it’s still somewhere private to pop a squat.”

Lucky took a few uneasy steps back, looking at Kira with a raised eyebrow. “B-but you can’t just…”

“Oh, come on, like you’re really gonna be such a prude all of a sudden?” Sighing, Kira continued with a hint of humor in her voice. “Dude, we both know full well that you would jump at the chance to use a bucket if you had to. Remember your aud-“

“Nyaah! Don’t…!” Lucky practically jumped as her face turned as red as ever. “Don’t go there!”

“Okay, well, look,” Kira said, bending her legs and putting her hands on her knees. “I really gotta go pee, and standing here talking about it is just a waste of time, so are you gonna come with me or not?”

With one hand Lucky rubbed nervously at her opposite forearm, looking away and biting her lip before finally responding. “I mean, I guess so…”

“Alright then,” Kira said, grabbing Lucky by the wrist and tugging her along once again. “I think I saw something over this way earlier…”

As always, and with no other choice, Lucky followed along with her free hand tugging down on her skirt as the fox eagerly dragged her in whatever direction she thought they were supposed to be going. Lucky’s bell was ringing quietly as the rough movement shook her up, rattling her still-full bladder as well and making it feel as if she were just as full as she had been before setting foot in the bathroom. Sure, it was better than actually being that full and only feeling even more heavy and bloated whenever all that liquid got thrown around by her movement, but it still wasn’t great; it was almost like rendering the bathroom unusable had been for nothing, all of that trouble only to feel exactly the same afterwards, as if all that toilet paper had never even existed.

And to make matters worse – or, at least, more awkward – her ropes, despite being quite a bit looser than they had been a few hours prior, were even more noticeable now. Lucky felt as full as ever, but as expected she had been able to at least take the edge off, and in its absence she was much more aware of the magical bindings rubbing at her between her legs and over her chest with every step. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing – it didn’t feel like it anyways – but… it was definitely strange. It should have been a bad thing. Those were runes formed into line meant to resemble the real thing as much as possible, rough and tight against her skin; that should have been very uncomfortable. And yet… Sure, it was kind of uncomfortable, but not in the way Lucky had been expecting; not in the way she thought it should have been.

There was something exciting to the discomfort, something maintaining heat between her legs even when most of the strain was gone. Something odd about the warm abrasive magic on her chest that very nearly made her start questioning whether she actually wanted to be unbound at all.

Why was she thinking like that, though? There was nothing fun about being tied up like that, wearing skimpy clothes that only barely concealed a spell that any observer would recognize as obviously not just a simple binding-magic accident. A spell clearly visible beneath her tiny skirt, running over clearly-stained panties that would both become very exposed if not for a hand trying its best to keep a little bit of purple fabric hiding a more intimate bit of purple fabric.

One little slip-up and everyone would be able to see everything just from one little glimpse between her legs, a view that Lucky knew full well had to be earned, not just given away. Sure, Kira was far more open about that sort of thing, and… apparently Lucky’s own mother had been a lot less protective of such things back in her day too, but it still wasn’t right to let just anyone see that sort of thing.

Especially not when that view would expose not just her choice of underwear for the day, but also the spell Kira had put her under, and the discoloration that would prove beyond a doubt to any voyeur that her bladder had been having trouble coping with the spell.

One hand was all that stood in the way – just one hand keeping her skirt held down. Lucky could put that hand elsewhere at any time, but in doing so would have to accept the risk of every single step flipping her skirt up and showing the world things that only Lucky herself was meant to see… for now, at least; someday someone would come along who she could share such intimate things with, but until then a view like that would have to be reserved as a special privilege. A privilege that nobody had yet earned, and so her hand needed to stay where it was.

If she just put that hand somewhere else, there would be nothing stopping her from accidentally showing off what should have been hidden… Nothing but chance maintaining her decency… Each step could be her last before her secrets were exposed…

The thought made Lucky aware of a warm, tingly feeling… A feeling distinct from the stinging fire raging in her bladder; one that poked at her heart and quickened her breath, and amplified with each step as her ropes rubbed relentlessly against tender, delicate flesh. A feeling that the remainder of her personal ocean pounding against the sole escape couldn’t drown out – and, if anything, each wave seemed to make it all more intense. But… why? Why would she be feeling these things about something she knew to be wrong?

She would have to think of the answer later, because now Kira’s voice was interrupting her thoughts again as the pair stopped by a door clearly labelled “Maintenance”, out of sight from the majority of the people at the station and hardly more than a minute of brisk walking from where they had been when Kira proposed the idea of finding a place like this.

“Right, so,” the squirming fox said, “Here’s the plan: we go in one at a time, do our business, then get out, and once we’re both done we just head for the train like nothing happened.” Pausing to test the handle and finding the door locked, Kira continued, “I’ll get us in, and uh…” She watched for a moment as Lucky shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “I know you’re leaving little puddles behind on seats and all, but if I feel like if I have to wait another ten freakin’ seconds I’m gonna leave a lot more than just a puddle in front of this door, y’know?” Kira concluded by pulling down on the front of her skirt and taking a deep breath, straightening up as much as she could for just a moment. “So you’re gonna be my lookout once I get the door open, alright?”

Lucky just nodded quietly in response, trying to focus more on her own squirming than on Kira’s. But even so she watched as the fox moved to start working the lock, throwing herself at it as soon as she was done talking as if that last question was more of an order.

Kira was humming quietly as she procured her tools from within her shirt, applying them to the door with an air of confidence. She was bent over with her butt wiggling and legs crossed, but didn’t seem to be in any particular rush; she was clearly very eager to get inside, but despite her bladder’s demands she took her time to ensure that everything was being done right. After all, messing up because she was going too quickly would delay her enough for the speed to not be worth it. There was a bucket on the other side of that door – most likely, anyways – and Kira needed access to it urgently enough that she simply couldn’t take any risks. She couldn’t let her guard down now, so close to relief, when all she had to do to get past this one last obstacle was just focus on a very simple task.

Meanwhile, Lucky stood leaning back against the wall next to the door, arms folded and legs moving rhythmically as she tried to focus on her own task: watching for anyone getting close enough to be disruptive. There was no reason for anyone to come over this way, of course, since the closet was well out of the way of anything of interest to the public, but she and Kira weren’t supposed to be there – and Kira certainly wasn’t supposed to be picking the lock – so she needed to be vigilant. Especially if someone actually did have a reason to make their way over to a closet. With a mess to clean up in the bathroom, it was only a matter of time before a custodian made their way over to pick up or return supplies, and if they were still there to be caught using a supply closet as a restroom, they’d be in big trouble. And that would mean even more trouble for Lucky in particular; if she were the one in the closet when the janitor appeared, she would be trying to work her bindings off. And that would mean she would still be bursting at the seams while being forced to flee or worse.

She couldn’t let that happen, so she had to stay focused and alert. She didn’t even look over when she heard Kira let out a sigh of relief as the door opened for her. Only a moment later Lucky heard the door closing once Kira was safely inside, and she did her best to not listen to any more noises coming from the closet while she watched for anyone that might not approve of their presence and intentions.

On the other side of the door, Kira was just as alert, standing knock-kneed and already reaching under her skirt to start dragging her panties down as she scanned the tiny room and its cluttered shelves for something helpful.

“Come on, gotta find somewhere to pee… Gotta be something… Gotta pee…” she muttered with a whining tone while she quickly looked around, her search nowhere near as thorough as Lucky’s – Kira didn’t particularly need to locate anything specific, and if a quick scan of the room didn’t make a bucket or sturdy box or anything immediately obvious, then she would just waddle away from the door and squat where her puddle wouldn’t impede Lucky’s use of the room after her.

Fortunately for both of them, though, she wouldn’t need to resort to that, for her cursory glance was enough to identify a tall empty bucket resting on the floor nearby next to an assortment of mops. Kira immediately worked her way over in that direction, an overeager drizzle trickling down her thighs for just a moment as she worked her underwear further and further down her legs along the way.

She let out a little groan in response to the moisture, continuing her mumbling as she moved towards the bucket. “Just a few seconds,” she reassured herself. “Nearly there… Gonna pee…”

It took only a few unsteady steps for Kira to reach her destination, grabbing a random rag from a nearby shelf and using it to wipe away any evidence of her dribbling from her thighs before discarding it and using both hands to lift her skirt up. She looked down and shuffled around to position herself properly over the bucket, then dropped low enough to nearly be sitting on it, and…

… And while she was in there, Lucky kept watch, unaware of Kira’s actions and trying not to acknowledge even the muffled sounds of clutter being kicked around as the fox moved towards the bucket. She had a job to do, and she was going to do it, even if she did need to be very, very badly and wanted very much to be the one in the supply closet dropping her panties and squatting over a bucket. She would have just settled for being able to drop her panties at all, but… But that was a problem for later. Lucky had to keep Kira out of trouble here, because if Kira got in trouble then they’d both be in trouble, and that would not end well at all for Lucky and her aching bladder.

So if she didn’t want any of that to happen, then Lucky would have to alert her to anyone’s approach long before they were close enough to see what was going on. Therefore, Kira needed to be alerted immediately to the figure Lucky could see in the distance, clearly moving with definite purpose towards the maintenance closet. With only a matter of moments to act before they were both caught in their plan to dirty the cleaning equipment, Lucky reached out and banged on the door with one hand while her other hand rested on her thigh dangerously close to what she was trying to keep concealed. She called out in a hushed but urgent tone, and…

[Lord Sake]

Part IX

 

… And with her firm, well-toned buttocks just barely hovering over the bucket, Kira let out a heavy breath and allowed herself to relax. A thick and heavy golden stream impatiently shot out from between her legs, forcefully striking the wooden interior of her improvised toilet as she began to finally relieve her tired bladder of its burden… but only moments later, an urgent knock on the door spooked her and a voice prompted her to hurry and try to stop what had only just begun.

“Janitor’s coming,” Lucky had said to her in a hissing voice, prompting her to rush to remove herself from the closet before she could be found out.

As soon as she received the warning, Kira stood up and dragged her panties back into position under her skirt, her stream faltering as she moved but still maintaining enough power to spray the inside of her underwear with a harsh jet as they came up into place.

“Ngaah, fuck, no, stopstopstopstopstop…” she hastily muttered with a groan as she squeezed her thighs tightly together. Kira stood trembling for a moment before she was able to actually stop her release, leaving her with a big patch of wetness creating uncomfortable heat in a delicate and highly-vulnerable area; the little bit of relief hadn't helped, and having a fraction of that relief pressed against her lips only made her want more. But she wouldn’t be getting any more, so she did her best to lock herself up and flee as quickly as possible.

And though she had prompted Kira’s departure in the first place, Lucky was still taken by surprise when the fox suddenly threw the door open and dashed through, grabbing Lucky’s arm in the process and dragging her away from the crime scene. Neither of them looked back, simply running back towards the platforms and trying to look as if they were trying to catch a train that was about to depart – but it was hard for them to suppress hints of other problems, the chaotic jingling of Lucky’s bell mirroring the hectic sloshing of urine tormenting each girl’s bladder. Kira even narrated her crisis through quiet, high-pitched singing, repeating two lines throughout the run:

“Mmh, gotta peeeee… Gonna… pee my paaaants…”

Fortunately, though, for as much as they both felt like the movement would prompt an unwelcome release, by the time the pair had come to a stop to catch their breath somewhere far enough away from the closet to avoid being blamed for the fresh liquid in the bucket, both sets of panties were exactly as wet as they had been when the girls had started running, and Lucky’s toilet paper was still in good condition.

“Gonna… haaah… peeee…” Kira continued panting for a moment, singing to herself between breaths, until at last she took a deep breath and spoke properly. “Well,” she said, “Looks like that’s it then.” She squeezed her thighs together and gave her hips a very prominent wiggle as she looked nervously over at the nearest trains. “Nothing we can do now except just get on our next train and hope we can hold it.”

Bending over and putting her hands on her knees, she drew another deep breath, this one with a hint of a whine to it. “Ohhh gods, this is not gonna end well… I dunno how much more of this I can handle… Gonna turn the train seat into a toilet at this rate,” she said with a half-hearted chuckle, then tore her gaze away from the floor to look at Lucky instead. “How are you holding up?”

Lucky tried not to look her directly in the eye. “Poorly,” she said simply, her body language elaborating for her with her knotted legs, bent knees, and hands firmly grasping the hem of her skirt at her sides and stretching the fabric downwards. She was bouncing and shivering, only vaguely aware that she was somewhere others could see her; her pee-dancing was plenty visible and could certainly not be confused for anything else, but at least Lucky wasn’t alone in expressing her need, and it was still better than what would happen if she tried to keep herself looking normal.

“Yeah, tell me about it…” Taking another deep breath, Kira started looking around at her surroundings. “Well, maybe there’s enough time to… I dunno, just… Get somewhere a little bit away from the trains and just… go. Fuck bathrooms and buckets and whatever, I need to take a leak right fucking now…” Tugging hard at the hem of her skirt, she took a deep breath that only suppressed a little bit of her trembling, then continued with more mumbling, speaking more at Lucky than to her. “I swear, I’d just pop a squat right here if I wouldn’t get caught… Fuckin’… ohhh, gotta gooooo…”

Kira’s constant vocalizations weren’t doing Lucky any favors; though the pressure was well beyond strong enough to be impossible to ignore, the fox repeatedly mentioning her own ongoing bladder crisis only made Lucky’s more and more prominent in her mind. Her thoughts echoed Kira’s voice, a loop of the same few complaints about her fluid buildup with the occasional lamentation regarding the binding spell.

‘Gotta pee, where can I pee, how can I pee, gotta break the spell so I can pee, gonna pee my pants if I don’t, still got that paper I could pee into a little, can’t do that, gonna pee my pants if I try, can’t let myself pee, gotta get somewhere I can pee, gotta get around the ropes to pee, gotta pee so damn bad, wish I could just go ahead and pee…’

Lucky was pulled away from her thoughts by a loud groan from Kira, looking over at the fox and seeing her shifting around even more impatiently, then following her gaze towards a clock on a wall in the distance.

“Nope… No time for anything… Fuuuck…” Kira groaned and knotted herself up, slipping one hand under her skirt and clawing at her thigh with the other. “I don’t think we’re gonna be able to find a spot, pee, and then get back here in like three minutes… Just…” She sighed and unwound herself, straightening up a little bit to look a bit more casual, but still clearly maintaining the posture of a girl in dire need of a toilet. “Gotta… Get on the train and just… hold on,” she said as she started moving towards the next train, a little beckoning wave prompting Lucky to waddle after her. “Du-dunno if I can do that, but… Mmmh…” Concluding by talking to herself again, she mumbled loudly enough for Lucky to still hear anyways, “I swear if we get an empty car I’m just gonna piss right on the floor… Might do it anyways, gotta go so damn bad…”

A sigh escaped Kira as she continued narrating her own need to herself while stepping carefully over the gap to board the train. Lucky followed shortly afterwards, vocalizing her urgency only through constant whimpering as she made the arduous trek across the platform and to the train; it only took a little more than a minute, but every torturous step dragged the journey out by another hour at least. Even her careful movements shook up her already-furious bladder, and the whole time Lucky felt herself on the edge of letting out the one big leak that would fully saturate the wad of toilet paper in her panties. Every step pushed it closer to the edge, and she had to push it back every single time.

The thought occurred to her that she might not have actually let out all that much at all back in the bathroom – it felt like a lot, considering she had used enough paper as a toilet to clog up the actual toilet, but now it didn’t feel like her release had actually done very much at all. The pulses of pure desperation radiating from her bladder still weren’t quite as sharp as before, but the overstretched container itself felt as heavy as ever right now, the molten gold contained within bearing down on her opening with a force that had built up over untold hours. Lucky had taken the edge off, sure, but now it was becoming obvious that the edge wasn’t really the problem – the problem was the weight of her ocean, and the burning tension of it stretching her bladder, pushing outwards to make as much space as possible for more scalding waters and leaving Lucky with the feeling of an overloaded balloon that could pop at any moment. All it would take was one wrong move…

And taking a seat could very well be that wrong move, so once she was on board Lucky simply took hold of the nearest handrail and wound herself up, bracing for the jolt that would come when the train started moving. Kira seemed to have the same idea, leaning back and using both hands to secure herself right by the door, shamelessly wiggling around and marching in place staring at the ceiling and continuing her monologue between strained breaths.

“Gotta go pee,” she said, “Don’t pee on the train… Do not pee on the train… Just hold it in,” she told herself. “You can do it, just… Just hold it… Gotta piss so bad but… just hold it…”

Lucky couldn’t tell whether or not she had been bluffing about her intentions to urinate on the floor of the train just to get it over with. Kira wasn’t currently doing it, but a quick look around showed Lucky that the car wasn’t empty, so the fox couldn’t fulfill her promise of spilling her drinks onto the floor where only Lucky would be able to see. And she clearly wasn’t too keen on going ahead with it regardless – it seemed that even someone so open and shameless still couldn’t bring herself to do something as brazen as drenching the interior of a train in public.

Probably for the best, anyways. It was hard enough for Lucky to keep that paper between her legs dry without needing to watch and listen to something like that. Not that a little bit of toilet paper would actually make a difference in such a situation; if Kira were to turn on the waterworks now, there would be two puddles left behind by the time she was done, and a handful of improvised padding wasn’t going to change that.

In fact, it didn’t even really feel like it was helping very much at all right now either – she had reinforced her underwear to mitigate the effects of another leak, so the prospect of letting out just one more squirt like she had done in the bathroom was constantly nagging at her while she stood leaning back and taking heavy hissing breaths through clenched teeth. After all, that was what the paper was there for in the first place: for her to pee into it, even if just a little bit. And despite everything, despite having spent a few minutes working on easing her burden, despite knowing that spending all that time had done nothing to improve her situation, the mere presence of something offering even a little bit of safe relief tortured her with the thought that her bladder didn’t need to be as full as it was.

She didn’t need to be suffering with her legs knotted up and her tail lashing, her bladder throbbing and begging for another taste of release. Sure, soaking her paper now would probably just make things worse, a meaningless dribble leaving her in exchange for the searing agony of the need to let out more, and she had no way to dispose of anything right now anyways; but at least such pitiful trickling would free up space for a few more drops to be added to her ocean, and anything that could reduce the crowding in her bladder even marginally would be more than welcome right now.

But, for as much as a subdued but ever-growing part of her mind wanted her to give into the temptation, Lucky clamped down and held on as best she could. She didn’t need to be this full, but she had failed to remove her bindings several times now, and carrying around an aching pot of liquid gold ready to spill over was the consequence of her failure. She didn’t need to be this full, and she wouldn’t be if only she could have remembered the spell that was now critical to her escaping this situation without getting much wetter. But there was no way she was going to be able to recall it now, not with her mind clouded with a haze of desperation, all her focus on keeping herself locked up and leaving her with not an ounce of mental power to dedicate to rummaging through her memory; and even if she could dig that spell out from the depths of her mind, it would do her no good here… unless she wanted to carry out Kira’s plan herself.

And as time dragged on, the hours of waiting adding up by the minute, that plan started looking more and more tempting too… Not that Lucky would ever do something like that, but with her entire being focused on just a single need, anything even remotely resembling a solution was being presented to her as a valid option. Peeing on the floor in full view of Kira and a few strangers, taking a seat and hoping nobody would notice the puddle when she got back up, betting on Kira having an empty bottle or two or five in her bag so Lucky could refill them, or maybe just giving up entirely and letting nature finally take its course… None of those were very appealing, but if they were her only choices…

No, there had to be something else. There had to be some way to hold out just a little longer, just long enough to somehow get to a bathroom… or, more likely, just somewhere reasonably private. For as long as she was stuck with Kira on a train, though, Lucky couldn’t imagine how that would be done, but…

[Lord Sake]

Part X

Fortunately, Kira seemed to have an idea, at least. The fox’s eager wiggling and shivering seemed to have escalated as far as she could tolerate, and the train starting to slow down for the first time since the two got on was all the motivation she needed to take action.

Among her various desperate mutterings, Kira was able to clearly say, “We’re getting off here,” and as soon as the train stopped and the doors opened, Kira reached out to once again take hold of Lucky’s magic leash and drag the poor overfilled cat along as she bolted off down the platform in what they both hoped was the right direction.

But that wasn’t exactly Lucky’s primary concern for the moment. Mainly, she was worried about the effects of being roughly pulled forward at an uncomfortable speed. With her stride far longer than would have been ideal in her situation, and her bladder thoroughly furious at being so violently shaken up, Lucky’s main concern right now was whether or not she would actually be able to wait until Kira could get her to wherever they were going. Even the effects of the run on her skirt weren’t as important as they were the last few times she was forced to move quickly – the droplets that escaped into Lucky’s toilet paper were far more critical of an issue for her to worry too much about how much purple she was showing off… even if some of that purple was noticeably darker than its surroundings.

What really mattered was keeping that darkness from spreading – keeping those leaks contained to the paper for as long as possible before the flimsy material became saturated and overwhelmed… which wouldn’t be very long at all, so arriving soon at whatever destination Kira had in mind was Lucky’s second priority.

They definitely seemed to be heading for a toilet, at least, so if nothing else there was still the chance for both of them to relieve themselves properly. Lucky wasn’t paying too much attention to her surroundings, but she did notice the sign obviously pointing towards a bathroom and that Kira was dragging her in the indicated direction. She tried to tell herself that as long as they got there in time, everything would turn out alright.

Along the way, though, once they were just a brief sprint away from the bathroom, the sign for a unisex toilet practically calling out to them from its position on the door only barely out of reach, Kira stopped. She groaned and doubled over with both hands pressing hard on the front of her skirt, and Lucky felt the pull of the magic leash fade to nothing while Kira tried not to have an accident. For just a moment she stood and looked between her friend and the door, barely even needing to think about the choice presented to her.

Seizing the opportunity to run on ahead and try her luck with the toilet once again, Lucky took off towards the door, covering the remaining distance in a matter of seconds and… slamming into the door as she tried to open it.

“What? No…” Lucky tried the handle a few more times, standing with her legs shaking, bent at the knees with her glistening caramel thighs squeezed as tightly together as possible; but the door refused to move, and all she got out of it was a voice from the other side telling her in extremely impolite terms to go away.

In a panic she turned to look around and see if there was anywhere else she would go, but the only thing she saw was Kira approaching with a determined, almost annoyed expression, and a glimmering trail or two trickling down her thighs.

“Locked?” she asked as she approached, already knowing the answer and only having her suspicions confirmed when Lucky nodded quietly. Speaking bluntly, she continued, “Then come on. We’re going somewhere else.” With a snappy move of her hand Kira once again took hold of the magic leash and started dragging Lucky off towards somewhere that certainly wouldn’t have toilets.

“Wh-where?” Lucky struggled to keep up, stumbling as she once again got tugged towards whatever Kira had in mind for them.

Kira looked over her shoulder at Lucky for just a moment, and interrupted her own desperate muttering to speak with far more composure than the look of panic in her eyes would have indicated. “I don’t care,” she said. “I’m literally peeing myself right now, so I’m just…” She groaned and squeezed herself hard between the legs with her spare hand as she continued hurrying along. “Somewhere. Where nobody will see. D-doesn’t matter where we end up… Just… Find somewhere quiet. Wherever that is, that’s where we’re peeing.” Biting her lip and shutting her eyes for just a moment, she added, “No choice anymore.”

“Uh, oookay…” Lucky couldn’t exactly argue with that. Every step shook a drop of her pee out into her toilet paper, and she constantly felt like the rest was ready to break free at any moment. If she could just… not let it out accidentally, that would be a success at this point. So she followed along without complaint as Kira took her away from the populated parts of the station, apparently without any more direction than just going wherever people weren’t. Kira didn’t seem to be looking for anything, she was just trying to get as far away from the nearest other person as possible.

And it didn’t take very long for her to find somewhere acceptable – a quiet little dead-end hallway with nothing but locked doors around, just out of sight from where everyone was walking around. That was more than enough for her, and she started fiddling with the hem of her skirt while she marched in place and took one last look around to make sure they weren’t being watched.

“Here’s good,” she said, her face red with sweat running down from her forehead. Then she looked down and started lifting up her skirt, and though Lucky didn’t want to watch, she couldn’t help but look over at Kira’s stripy underwear just in time for the small wet spot on the crotch to nearly double in size, a broken stream falling to the ground between Kira’s legs for just a moment. “Shit!” the fox hissed, quickly dropping into a squat and abandoning the idea of working her panties down her legs.

Instead, she yanked them aside with one hand, just in time to start violently spraying the cold stone beneath her, the enclosed space and relative position of the two girls meaning that Lucky’s shoes happened to be a target for the chaotic torrent, and Kira didn’t seem to notice or care. Lucky hopped out of the way with a squeak as Kira created a rapidly-growing puddle on the floor and let out a loud satisfied groan as she did what she’d been needing to do all day; and what Lucky still needed to do.

And Lucky couldn’t figure out how to do it. She had already been on the verge of peeing all over herself just a few seconds ago, and now the sounds coming from Kira were making it nearly impossible to keep holding on long enough to even remember any useful spells, let alone actually cast one. So she backed away into a corner, performing an energetic and inelegant pee-dance with her hands under her skirt to try to force her panties far enough out of the way for her to follow Kira’s lead. All the while she was letting out pitiful whimpers, quickly saturating her toilet paper with an endless succession of tiny dribbles. And yet somehow she was still holding in most of what was left inside her, only a few little streams running down her legs instead of something more like Kira’s cascade.

Kira, meanwhile, heaved a heavy contented sigh as she continued to assault the floor with an unreasonably-mighty blast of an unreasonably-high volume of urine. Her head was hanging back and her eyes were closed, so at first she couldn’t see Lucky’s predicament, but once she was conscious enough to pay attention to anything other than her own euphoria, she glanced over to check up on her friend – she should have been able to hear Lucky peeing by now, but the only sound was the one coming from between her own legs.

“Hey… You alright there?” She didn’t really need an answer, though – the sight of Lucky was more than enough to tell Kira what was going on. “Oh… Oh! You’ve… You’ve been stuck this whole time, haven’t you?”

Lucky responded with a weak nod, not easing up in her fight against her body and her clothes. “Y-yeah.” Then she groaned and squeezed her thighs tightly together for a moment before going back to her dancing.

“Uh, well…” Kira bit her lip and looked down at her own cascade. “Just, uh, hang in there a minute, I’ll help you.”

There was no verbal response, just a whine as Lucky kept trying to get her clothes and the ropes out of the way. Something she was doing seemed to be working; they seemed to be loosening up just a bit, but still nowhere near enough for her to get her panties out of the way. Not that they really needed saving at this point, but… it would still feel better if she didn’t just outright pee through her underwear. She could, at least, get the destroyed wad of toilet paper out and drop it to the floor; it wasn’t an easy task, considering it mostly just fell apart to the touch, but if Lucky couldn’t get her clothes out of the way, she could at least make sure she didn’t have drenched paper clinging to her the whole time.

[Lindzthe angel]

This story is getting so good I am really enjoying reading it 

[Lord Sake]

Part XI

Kira, meanwhile, did her best to speed things along. She still had a lot that needed to be let out, and it didn’t seem like stopping was very much of an option, so she tried to somehow force herself to pee faster – as if it were even possible for her spray to be any more powerful. And while she thoroughly claimed the little hallway, Lucky kept dancing and fighting to get her clothes out of the way, with Kira shooting her the occasional apologetic glance.

Pity wasn’t about to make Lucky’s situation any better, though – it was a miracle she wasn’t outright flooding her panties right now, with the overwhelming pressure of her own bladder combined with the hissing sound of Kira’s forceful relief and the splattering of her stream striking stone altogether making it nearly impossible for her to resist letting go. But somehow, she found a way.

Somehow, she managed to endure a minute of Kira flaunting her ability to just pull her panties out of the way and squat whenever she needed to. Her own panties were soaked anyways, and she was still uncontrollably dribbling down her legs, but there was still a lot of pee left inside her that she’d somehow denied any escape. And now that Kira’s absurd waterfall was dying down to more reasonable levels, quickly receding to just some trickling before she (mostly) stopped entirely, there was no reason for Lucky to give up now, when she was about to be saved from her bindings and allowed to pee properly.

As soon as Kira was done actively peeing, producing little more than some leftover dripping, she got up and quickly got her panties back into place, ignoring the now-cold damp spot being ever-so-slightly reheated, and stepped around her own puddle to approach Lucky’s corner.

“Alright, let’s get you taken care of,” she said, standing close enough to make Lucky whimper and back all the way up to where the two walls met. Somehow Kira had an intimidating aura about her all of a sudden, and a strange look in her eyes. “First thing…” She reached down and took Lucky’s hands, lifting them up and holding them in place over the cat’s head, despite the whining protests and vicious squirming. “You don’t need these down there.”

Lucky squeaked in response. “Wah! What…? N-no…!” She tried to wiggle out of Kira’s grip, but she was being held firmly in place. How was this supposed to help her get her panties off?

“Just trust me.” Kira leaned in close enough for Lucky to feel the heat of her breath as she spoke. “Now then,” she continued, switching to hold both of Lucky’s hands in place with just one of hers while the other found its way down to rest on Lucky’s waist, prompting another squeak. “Remember your lessons?”

“I-is now the b-best time for that?” Lucky whined and kept trying to break free, only to lose a little bit more pee with each attempt.

Kira produced a quiet sultry laugh in response, taking a step closer so that their bodies were just about touching. “Just think about it. Dispersal coefficients, remember?” She moved her hand down, up Lucky’s skirt and onto her hip, and Lucky whimpered again and bit her lip.

“Why… Why are you-? Wh-what does that have to do with…?” Once more she squeaked as Kira’s hand moved, running over her skin to her lower back. Something about the situation was making her heart race and her breathing a little heavier, the awkward feelings only made worse by the ropes still rubbing against her.

“Think about it,” Kira said again, rubbing Lucky’s back just barely above the waistband of her panties, the fox’s fingers poking out from under the little skirt in the process. “The medium with the highest dispersal coefficient…? You know this one, kitten.” Her voice was low and warm, nearly a whisper.

“Please, j-just…” Lucky’s resistance weakened, but her squirming didn’t slow down even a little bit. Not that squirming was really helping anymore either; she was near-constantly dribbling through her panties regardless.

With another little chuckle Kira leaned in even closer to whisper into Lucky’s ear. “Water,” she said, pulling back again but staying close. “And you’ve got plenty of water on-hand, don’t you, kitten?”

Another whimper escaped Lucky as she looked Kira in the eye, a whole lot of confusing feelings swirling around in her head as she figured out what the fox was getting at. “What? No, no, just… Just di-dispel it for me… p-please.”

“I don’t need to, kitten.” Kira’s hand found its way to Lucky’s posterior. “You can do it yourself. Just…” Leaning in and whispering again, she concluded, “Let go. It’s alright, just… let go.” She pulled back again, and when Lucky furiously shook her head, Kira added, “You’re already leaving a puddle, kitten. Your panties are soaked as it is, aren’t they? So just…” She gave the cat’s rear a good squeeze. “Let go.”

The squeeze elicited a whiny squeak from Lucky, and prompted a particularly-sizable leak to fall from between her legs and splash into the growing puddle at her feet. She continued whining for a little bit, but Kira wouldn’t let go – with either of her hands – so the squirming soon stopped and the whining became confused rumbling moans as a waterfall to rival Kira’s spilled out through Lucky’s underwear, running down her legs and falling cleanly between them, and hitting the ground with enough force to splash Kira’s legs as well.

“There you go, kitten. Isn’t that better?” The fox released the cat’s hands and pulled her other hand out from under Lucky’s skirt, positioning one to rest on Lucky’s cheek and using the other to ruffle her hair.

Lucky groaned in response, just barely able to mutter, “Don’t…” But instead of finishing her sentence, she let out a heavy sigh and shifted her position, slouching against the wall with her legs now shaking. Her newly-freed hands were also pressed up against the wall in an attempt to keep her from sliding all the way down into her puddle, but she was clearly struggling to keep herself upright.

Fortunately, Kira was there to help her, and took hold of Lucky at the waist while leaning in to ensure the cat would be securely pressed up against the wall behind her. “Feels much better now, doesn’t it?” the fox said, not expecting any kind of answer. “And, hey, check this out.”

Kira took a step back, splashing in Lucky’s puddle as she moved, and brought one of her hands around to the cat’s front to rest on her belly. From there she brought her hand upwards, lightly brushing up against Lucky while tracing the path the magical bindings had taken over the cat’s body – and with the magic in her panties thoroughly dispersed, and still dispersing further as her personal waters continued gushing through the blackened purple fabric, those ropes were gone and Lucky could very clearly feel the motions of Kira’s hand over her skin and clothes.

It didn’t take long for that hand to reach Lucky’s chest, gliding over her clothing and pressing in gently along the way to tease the same sensitive spot the magic had been rubbing against until now. And as that hand kept moving upwards it briefly departed from the bindings’ path to run around Lucky’s neck before coming back down to tease the other half of her chest in much the same way. Kira continued down from there, past her starting point and down to Lucky’s waistband. Her other hand moved to flip Lucky’s little skirt up and hold it in place.

Still following what had been the magic’s route, Kira’s fingers found their way to the top of Lucky’s panties, following the trail down the middle of the sodden fabric to the source of the flood. The stream broke up as Kira’s hand moved into its path, and she seemed unfazed as she teased an even-more-sensitive spot just as she had done to Lucky’s chest; her actions prompted some low whimpering groans and a half-hearted attempt at wiggling away.

Only a moment later, Kira released Lucky’s skirt and brought that hand away; she gave it a little shake and rubbed it against her own skirt, then repurposed it to softly rub Lucky’s belly, making little circular motions to which Lucky responded with more rumbling moans and another fit of wiggling.

Kira’s reaction was a little giggle. “Easy there, kitten. Just relax, everything’s fine.” Moving her idle hand down to start lightly toying with the back of Lucky’s skirt, she continued, “You don’t need to pee anymore, your ropes are off, so just chill out and focus on finishing up the little ocean you’re making here. Don’t worry about what I’m doing.”

Not that Lucky had much of a choice – she couldn’t exactly go anywhere, and whatever Kira was doing… Well, it didn’t feel bad, necessarily, but… Lucky wasn’t really enjoying the physical attention either… right? Surely not. Unless… No, no way. Well… But what if…?

The cat shook the weird thoughts from her head and mumbled something incoherent as her flood continued for a little while longer, Kira rubbing her belly and keeping a hand on her butt all the while. After a total of about a minute of peeing and having Kira’s hands running over her, Lucky finally let out a great sigh as her stream wound down to nothing but a steady trickle of excess moisture still falling from her panties into the puddle at her feet.

There was quiet for a little while as Lucky worked to compose herself, getting her heavy breathing under control and trying to keep herself steady enough to stand upright, the only sound being the splashing of her little dribbles joining the rest of her flood. And while Lucky worked to pull herself together, Kira helped out by taking Lucky by the arm and holding her close at her side; pressed up against Kira, Lucky was forced into a standing position and protected from falling over while her still-wobbly legs settled down.

Kira was the first to say something, speaking up once Lucky’s breathing seemed more normal. “Feel better?”

“Uh, y-yeah,” Lucky replied quietly, her face a deep red. “We’re, uh… we’re not going to be doing any more… studying now, are we?”

“Nah, now’s as good a time as any to start heading home. Gotta get cleaned up and everything, can’t really go around riding random trains while covered in pee, you know?” Kira guided Lucky over to a miraculously-dry corner of the otherwise-flooded space, a few stray droplets still falling from the cat’s underwear.

“How are we gonna get home, then?” Lucky leaned back against a wall, uncomfortably shifting around as the damp purple clinging to her skin between her legs cooled down.

Kira shrugged. “Walk? I don’t think this station is all that far away. And… Well, if I’m remembering right, there should be another station along the way so we can always just grab a train then if we get tired anyways.” Taking a moment to think, she added, “Plus I don’t think there are any trains going through this station in that direction for quite a while yet, so at least on foot we’ll make some progress.”

“Okay,” Lucky said with a little nod. “Whatever gets us home fastest. I don’t wanna spend any more time in wet underwear than I have to…”

“Hmm, well…” Kira looked over at Lucky with a playfully-thoughtful expression. “You don’t have to spend any more time in ‘em at all.”

Lucky pressed her ears back against her head and recoiled at the statement. “Well, I can’t just…! I don’t have any spares, and thi-this… This skirt’s way too short for that!” After a brief pause, she hastily continued, “N-not that I’d want to walk around like that anyways!”

“That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. Although…” For a moment, Kira was quiet and looked to be seriously considering the possibility of what Lucky had inferred. But then she chuckled and continued, “No, I meant I could just give you mine. You’re… close enough to the same size, right? They should be fine. A little wet, but… Well, a little wet is a hell of a lot better than what you’ve got right now, isn’t it?”

“I-I don’t really want to do that either,” Lucky muttered, folding her arms and looking away with a thorough blush on her face.

Kira just shrugged and held up her hands. “Alright, well, if you wanna walk home in flooded panties, that’s your choice…” Then she started to wade through their combined puddle back towards the station. “So if you don’t wanna trade, we can just get going.”

“No, wait!” Lucky squeaked with just a little more energy than she had intended. “I’ll do it, just… Just don’t watch.”

With a smirk on her face, Kira returned and stood facing the wall. “Just let me know when you’re ready for ‘em,” she said, reaching under her skirt and dragging her lightly-stained panties down her still-damp legs. Lucky hastily turned away in the meantime, preferring not to watch the fox’s tail swaying as she stepped out of her underwear one foot at a time, getting them off completely by leaning against the wall with one hand and lifting her opposite leg up behind her to retrieve her panties.

Then Kira got herself into position staring at the corner with her arms folded and her underwear in hand. “Whenever you’re ready,” she said again, prompting Lucky to glance over at her to confirm that she wasn’t going to be watching.

The sight of Kira’s back – and her rear, now covered only by a short skirt – was all Lucky needed to start working herself out of her own underwear with far less grace than Kira had done. Lucky reached under her skirt to start pulling them down all the same, then had to lower herself to work them past her boots. Coincidentally, Kira chose that particular moment to sneak a quick peek over her shoulder, checking for just a moment to see Lucky with her back turned and the things under her tail very exposed, then turning back to face the wall immediately.

Once Lucky got her panties past her boots, she simply stepped out of them and left them on the floor, partially unsure of what to do with them and partially unwilling to carry them around anymore after all the trouble they’d caused her. “Okay, hand ‘em over,” she said, still not quite convinced that this was the greatest idea.

But there was no turning back now, and without looking back Kira simply lowered one hand to hold her own underwear out behind her, then returned to her folded-arm stance once Lucky snatched them away. The cat worked her way into these new panties much more quickly than she had taken off the purple ones, cringing a little bit as she pulled them into place under her skirt and felt Kira’s cold wet patch; but a little wet patch was still better than the alternatives.

After just a moment to adjust her clothes – Kira was right, they were close enough to the right size to be a comfortable fit – Lucky finally turned to her friend and said, “Alright, let’s get out of here.”

Kira turned around with a smile and a quiet nod, saying nothing as she led the way out of their hiding spot and started towards the station’s exit. She made no attempt to control the movements of her skirt as she walked with a slightly-bouncier stride than usual, each step causing just enough of a flutter for it to be clear that there was nothing under her skirt but her own skin.

Lucky, meanwhile, was just trying to act normal, doing her best to hide the irrational fear that if her own skirt moved enough, someone would notice that she was wearing different underwear than she had arrived in. Nobody but Kira would have any way of knowing, and if somehow someone did notice, Lucky’s underwear probably wasn’t going to be their focus; as the girls stepped out of the station and started walking with a light breeze at their backs, it was obvious that Kira was going to be keeping people’s eyes away from Lucky’s new stripes.

[Lindzthe angel]

That was a very enjoyable read