Mikyah vaguely glanced at her partner. If it weren't for Raven being by her side, she wasn't sure if she would have found the cave they were sitting inside. She attempted to sigh, but clutched her bleeding side wrapped with a torn piece of Raven's cape instead, biting down on her lip from the pain.

It had been such a long night. It was storming heavily, the sky a dark, sinister color as the rain whipped violently. Raven and Mikyah lost track of the team during the battle, with Mikyah sustaining a harsh cut to her torso. And to add on top of that, the pair argued, worse than any other time.

"Here- Brandon said to use this whenever either of us are injured," The noir told her inexpressively as he popped off the cork and handed her the bottle.

Raven, who had a lantern lit in front of him and noticed her flinch, dug around in his satchel and retrieved a small bottle filled with faintly glowing liquid.

She indifferently took the bottle, putting it to her lips and swallowing the medicine in one go. She placed the bottle on the ground as if it were a shot glass, leaning her back against the cold, stone wall for support.

"Thanks.."

"Hm."

Mikyah winced. Maybe he was still mad at her.

Not like she cared.

At the moment, her side was becoming relatively numb, with her pain subsiding, but a different sensation bothered her. The heavy, tense pressure on her lower abdomen.

She turned away from him, resulting in hours of awkward, dead silence. It wasn't until Mikyah's armor shifitng against the stone broke the quietude inside the cave. 

She cursed, thinking back at the last time she even *thought* about relieving herself. It's been multiple hours, with the day shifting to evening and falling into night without a piss break. The harsh rain outside consistently reminded her of her growing need, making it impossible to ignore. Still, she bit down on her lip and tapped her boot rhythmically against the stone below her. 

"Leave me alone," Mikyah replied, matching his irritated tone.

"You good?" Her partner's voice was lined with annoyance.

He slowly inhaled.

"I mean... is the medicine working?" His voice was softer now and she hardly looked at him.

"It is.."

There was a moment of silence, but it was interrupted by her squirming again. This time, she couldn't help it. A bead of sweat sat above her eyebrow as she trembled in place. She had to piss *so* bad. Yet, she couldn't let go of her pride to let Raven know.

She just had to hold it until the storm passed, or at least until Raven went to sleep so she could piss at the entrance of the cave without shame. But as the rain continued to pour and Raven leaned against the wall wide awake, both seemed impossible.

"..Are you sure the medicine is working?" Raven asked plainly, almost confused.

The blue haired lady took a deep, shaky breath. She could hold it. She *had* to. Just for a little while longer. She pressed a hand onto her thigh and closed her eyes.

Her breath hitched. "..Yeah-"

"Quit bullshitting, Kyah." She saw him turn towards her in her peripheral and she held her breath, hoping to stop her squirming.

Does... He know?

"You've been fidgeting for the past hour," he continued sternly, waiting for the truth.

Fuck, he knew. Her world seemed to slow to a stop, a thick weight of anxiety resting on her chest as her lips slightly parted.

Truly, her midsection ached with urgency and impatience. Her urethra throbbed harshly, tempted to release the day's worth of urine at any given moment. Mikyah's eyebrows furrowed with determination, trying to scramble up a response that satisfied her partner, but she couldn't come up with anything.

Her thoughts were halted by a sudden, warm leak. The lady froze in place, sharply sucking in air as her world closed into a fine point, her body's internal clock ticking. Mikyah unsuccessfully stifled a whine creeping up her throat, sounding like a strained whimper.

"..Kyah?"

She hardly saw him moving closer in the corner of her eye and her body twitched to move, but she remained frozen, terrified of the possible outcome. Despite her fear, a violent cramp squeezed her aching, sore bladder, causing another spurt to escape her muscles' grasp and dampen her panties further.

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as a hand instinctively shot towards her crotch, pressing against her skirt in desperation. However, her body resisted with a forced, hot squirt, one that officially soaked through her panties. Mikyah gasped painfully as her full bladder contracted with defiance, no matter how much her muscles squeezed and how hard she dug her hand between her dampening skirt.

"N-No, no- no- no!-"

Panic twisted in her chest as the leaking wouldn't cease. Mikyah leaned against the wall, shakily preparing to stand herself so she could do *anything*, but piss herself right then and there. Her hand braced against the stone cold cave wall, supporting her slightly doubled over frame. She just needed to make it to the cave's entrance and relieve herself.

Quickly, though, she was supported by something warm and strong. Raven rested her arm on his shoulder and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"If you had to piss, you could've just asked me to turn around," he said half jokingly.

Raven, eyebrows furrowed, rubbed her lower back in small circles. "Kyah... we only have a few more steps," he tried to say encouragingly. "Think you can make it?"

She sniffled as a reply, unable to speak. Her wet panties teased her to no avail as alarms were going off in her mind, alerting her that she needs to go *now*. Mikyah tried to take a shaky step forward, but was cut off by a heavy leak, one that rolled down the inside of her thigh. The lady clamped up, a weary whine leaving her lips as she trembled and twitched with sheer desperation.

Breathless, she slowly looked up at him, eyes dazed and unfocused. "I.. *fuck*...th-think so..."

So she attempted another step, mind completely dominated by her overfilled bladder, but just that simple movement made her entire world snap. Her eyes widened as she whimpered urgently, Erratic squirts of piss warmed her thighs and ribboned down her legs, dribbling into her boots and onto the cold, cave floor.

"F-Fuck! No, no, no, no- pleasee..."

But her weak begging wouldn't stop the flow. The stream practically sprayed out of her urethra, her entire lower abdomen going numb from the overstimulation as urine quickly drenched the bottom half of her body. Clouds of steam faintly arose from the emerging puddle, contrasting the freezing environment of the cave. Tears rolled down her burning, deep brown cheeks, heavy panting mixed with the thick hissing between her thighs and the splattering of liquid onto the floor.

His face softened as he witnessed his partner completely losing control. He pulled Mikyah closer to him for support, rubbing her back as she emptied her bladder against her on will. Once she realized there was no point in retaliating anymore, she cried softly into his chest, with Raven wrapping his arms around her trembling frame until the stream turned into discontinuous drips after about a minute.

"So... much better.." she muttered weakly, leaning against Raven's tall and firm body for support. Her world was as blurry and dizzy as before, as if she just rode out an orgasm. 

"Do you feel better?" His voice sounded genuinely concerned and she nodded, eyes dazed and glassy.

"N-No.. the medicine is actually working," her voice was barely above a whisper, lined with upmost shame. "..I just..."  

"Were you too hurt to make it on your own?" He rubbed her blue hair, frizzing it up a bit.

He gently lifted her chin, planting a kiss onto her forehead. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier, Kyah," His dark gaze met with Mikyah's crystal blue eyes. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens. I'm also sorry for making you think otherwise."

She melted in his supportive, loving arms, swimming in Raven's dark eyes. "I forgive you, Ray."

"Don't say it like that!" Mikyah pouted, burying her face into his chest even though she knows he's right.

Brandon hated this.

Eyeing him down from across the room was the Dean's son and his rival, Navin, who sat in a chair directly in front of the lecture hall door. Brandon glared at him occasionally before returning to furiously scribbling in his notebook.

Since Brandon had after school detention for punching Navin earlier in the day, he might as well finish his anatomy and physiology notes. He needed to use his time responsibly if he wanted to graduate.

Yet, his scribbling came to a hesitant stop. His heavy lower abdomen sent shivers throughout his entire body. Brandon shifted in his seat and bounced his leg harder.

He undeniably had to piss, but he wouldn't admit it to Navin. It felt like a confession of defeat. Even as his body began to tremble and the pressure became insufferable. The white haired boy bit down on his knuckle and held his knee with his other hand. Despite not revealing it, Navin took notice of his rival's demeanor.

"What's the hell wrong with you?" He asked with ridicule, his eyebrow twitching upwards. Navin already knew the answer, he just wanted a humiliating admission.

"N-Nothing-" Brandon's voice cracked and his pale face burned. The hand holding his knee was buried between his thighs, clutching himself desperately. He refused to look at the other boy.

"You have to piss, don't you?" Navin sneered, watching as Brandon refused to sit still. It was quite amusing. He almost wanted to see how long he could hold it, but Navin suddenly remembered his rival punching him that afternoon. With a scoff, he stands up.

Brandon remained silent, his gaze locked into his lap. It was so sudden to him when he felt a slender, masculine hand on his lower abdomen. His eyes widened as breath hitched. Then he leaked a bit into his boxers.

"Nghn- W-Wait!" The white hair boy pleaded. He didn't dare to move in fear of another leak.

"Answer. Me." Navin growled.

He shakily sucked in some air. "I-I.. do... have to piss..." Brandon's voice grew quieter with every word.

Navin's eyes narrowed. "I can't hear you," he taunted, pressing on his rival's full, strained bladder. Brandon lurched forward, a humiliating whimper leaving his lips.

Before he knew it, hot liquid poured out of him, despite still physically holding himself. His eyes reflexively gathered tears. He had to go so terribly and his rival was torturing him.

"N... Na.. vin..." He stammered, his shaky voice represented his trembling body. Short bursts of urine seeped through his boxers, forming a golf ball sized patch on the crotch of his brown slacks. With every spurt, his breathing quickened and his pitch heightened. He pressed harder on his dick but the erratic flow continued.

The brown haired boy stepped back away from his humiliated rival, his lip quirking with hilarity. “No way,” he snickered, nearly feeling satisfied. “Oh don’t tell me you can’t hold it- do you know how old you are? Aren’t you 18?”

Brandon’s face faded into a deep red, his entire head stinging from humiliation. His bottom half was dealing with the overwhelming pressure and unwanted dampness from the leaking. The poor boy didnt know what to do.

He bowed his head when the sudden leaks turned into a continuous, thick stream. The transition was so sudden that he gasped, which sounded like a moan. His shoulders hunched as tears rolled down his cheeks, biting down on his lip to keep from making any sounds.

Navin observed Brandon, his eyes wandering over his desperate state. He wasn’t sure if the situation was more rewarding or hilarious. Karma definitely was a bitch.

The sound of liquid spilling from his seat and muffled hissing was enough to make him choke on the sobs rising in his throat. Even as he maintained the fierce grip on himself, the stream wouldn't stop. Even as he begged and pleaded to his body, urine continued to pour into his soaked pants. Utter humiliation twisted in his chest. He was actually pissing himself in class.

"Holy shit- You.. actually *pissed* yourself?" Navin scorned, lips curling in gratification. "I didn't think you would actually do it."

He guffawed deeply, taking a fistful of Brandon's white hair to force his head up. Navin was met with the other's reddened, sweaty face, contorted in bitterness. Brandon gritted his teeth, eyebrows furrowing.

Thankfully, Navin let go of his rival's hair, leaving Brandon panting and degraded. This was more than enough payback for the punch he definitely earned. He observed Brandon again, watching as he refused to speak or even make eye contact while he finished involuntarily peeing.

The white haired man's shoulders shook when the stream died down and his bladder finally emptied. He finally let go of his sore crotch, hands drenched with his own mess. His widened eyes were hazily focused on his desk rather than the accident. He couldn't bear to look. In fact, he couldn't move.

Brandon's breathing turned shaky, his heart ready to jump out of his chest. He wanted to *sob* from how disgusting and abashed he felt. Hot tears began to drip from his lashes.

Navin, who began to grow bored, moved the chair in front of the door with his boot. "Detention's over," he stated, taking a glance back at Brandon, who remained still yet trembling. "Make sure you clean up your piss before you leave."