A Loli's ENF Adventure/Luneiris/Pee
Oh?
A sudden pressure formed deep in her core.
Oh no.
Luna realized that the pressure was building in her bladder.
Oh no.
Her eyes widened as her thighs clamped shut, her hands shooting between them. Frantically she looked around the room, finding a broom leaning against the wall and oh so carefully grabbed it and pushed the trapdoor open. With light filling the sub-basement (from a dark elf's perspective, that is) Luna looked to the shelf the barrel she drank from was on, finding a sign with a description on it.
"Gag Grog: The perfect beer to prank your friend's with! Just buy them a mug and watch as the make a mad dash to answer nature's call!"
She stared in disbelief. Of all the enchanted drinks she could've chosen, she picked the one that quite literally went right through her.
I need to get out of here, fast!
Mentally screaming at herself to get moving she put the broom back where she found it, took her tankard so there'd be no evidence she was here, and awkwardly made her way up the ladder. It was slow going and she had to use every once of muscle she had in her groin to keep anything from leaking out, but eventually she was standing back in the cellar. Just as she grabbed the trapdoor to close it she heard voices.
"So, I take it we're breaking out all the brews tonight?"
"That's right. After all, what good is the biggest celebration of the season if there's not enough beer to go around!"
"I like the sound of that!"
"Hear hear!"
The meaning of the words was lost to Luna as she began to panic. She closed the trapdoor as quickly and quietly as she could and made to run in the opposite direction of the lantern light when she suddenly found herself being yanked back by the neck with a choke. Stumbling backwards she jammed her hand against her crotch and bent over at the waist to hold it in, the unexpected jerk almost causing her to lose control. Looking back the elf saw the end of her cloak caught in the trapdoor. She tugged on it a few times but it didn't budge.
She could hear the footsteps moving closer and saw the light creeping into the aisle.
If she moved fast enough she might be able to free herself and flee, but the urge to pee was only worsening by the minute and would slow her movements both getting down and running away. Plus she still had the tankard, the proof of her actions, in her other hand, and with her frazzled sate worried that she might make too much noise setting it down to open the door. On the other hand she could unclasp her cloak and run for it, after all it was old, cheap, and could easily be replaced. It would certainly leave a sign that someone was here, but if she took the clasp with her the humans might think it a simple stray piece of fabric.
Hearing them draw ever nearer, Luna made her choice.
She: