Full Bladder Gambit: Penelo

Lhusu Mines reached deep into the mountain, it's narrow shafts twisting into the stone farther than the eye could see. A few lights adorned the walls, dimly illuminating the shadowy corridors. Disuse had allowed the strong odor of mildew and dust to permeate the tunnels and the myriad of sounds, creaking support boards, incessantly dripping water and the shrieks of monsters that had taken the mines at their home, made the whole place seem like a living creature. A living creature that was wailing in pain.

The whole place made Penelo's pale skin crawl. It wasn't like the Giza Plains or the Eastersand where you could see you opponent coming at you. Here, the decayed corpses of long dead warriors and miners awoke from death, clawed out of their final resting places and attacked without waring. The long, curved katana that swung from her back offered little comfort against the fear knotted in her stomach.

She followed a few feet behind Vaan and Princess Ashe another few feet behind her. Tiny clouds of dust swirled around their feet as the group moved quietly down the curved shaft. They had been idly chatting only a few moments ago, but the sensation of danger loomed heavily in this room. Ahead, Penelo could see Vaan's had flexing expectantly over the hilt of his sword.

She brushed a stray strand of blond hair from her eyes and wished that she had a darker shade of hair like her companions. Her locks caught the weak light and seemed to glow in the relative darkness. Her mane gleamed like a beacon to any monster laying in wait.

Without warning, dust and bits of stone erupted from the ground as a pair of skeletal hands dragged a dusty skeleton from it's grave. Vaan's reaction was immediate. His sword leapt from it's scabbard, sending a menacing ring echoing down the lonely tunnel.

“Ashe, Penelo, you know what to do,” he called, engaging the monster head-on. Penelo nodded and back-pedaled. Although her muscles were tense and ready for combat, her katana remained sheathed. Her task in this fight would be to refresh Vaan if he seemed to tire while the beautiful Princess conjured some devastating spell to level their attacker.

Vaan wasn't going to require her services in this fight, however. He turned away the skeleton's slow swipes with ease as he worked his way inside to deliver the killing blow.

“Vaan, duck,” Ashe called. His reaction was a little slow, but he managed to dive out of the way just as a ball of magic fire exploded against the creature. It shrieked as it's bones ignited, but Vaan spared it the pain. With blinding speed, he lunged forward, swinging his sword in a horizontal arc aimed at the undead's neck. It struck and sliced through the ancient bones, removing the head. The decapitated body collapsed and the danger was over in just a few seconds. Vaan hadn't even broken a sweat.

A few days ago, when Basch had explained group combat to her, Penelo was certain that the “gambit” strategy would lead to certain doom. “Gambiting”, he'd explained, was a small-group tactic that placed the life of the group in the hands of a chosen leader. The leader determined everything. Who would heal and when, when to use items, when to use what magic, who would attack which monster and under what conditions to launch that attack. Many of these orders, called gambits, were given when the leader was chosen, but he or she could change them at any time during a fight.

At first it sounded complicated and clunky, but it was a strategy that relied on each member trusting the leader to make the right choices and trusting each other to execute their gambits. Like a machine, when all the cogs spun in usion, the efficiency was astounding.

Vaan had a real knack for leading and Penelo and Ashe had been happy to let him lead this expedition to the Lhusu Mines. Their faith had been well placed. Penelo had a gambit for nearly every battle situation, but he'd forgotten to give her orders to follow during downtime. He hadn't even told her when it was alright to pee. And Penelo needed to pee. Badly.

As Vaan looted their would-be killer, Penelo pressed her shapely thighs tightly together and repressed a weak groan. It had been hours since she'd last emptied her bladder. She regretted not going before entering the mines, when the urge had been almost non-existent, but she hadn't expected the journey to take so long. The frigid air biting into the exposed skin of her arms and legs wasn't helping any.

“Looks like this guy didn't have anything,” Vaan said, brushing his dusty hands against his pants as he stood up. “Let's go a little deeper and see if we can find anything.”

Penelo's heart fell. If they turned around now, she'd be able to hold on long enough to make it back to the Inn, but Vaan was already heading down the corridor. Penelo bit her lower lip, ignored her throbbing urethra and glumly followed.

The next thirty minutes proved uneventful. No sudden ambushes, not even a stray bat to kill. The only battle fought was the one between Penelo and her engorged bladder.

She hoped the entire time that Vann would realize his mis-sight, but he never did. Painful needles shot through her pelvis and up her lower abdomen with each step. The icy air forced her muscles to contract and her urethra trembled as waves of urine tried to burst free. The situation made Penelo picture a shoddy dam trying to hold back billions of gallons of water. The mental image only made things worse.

Despite her desperation, Penelo hadn't yet been reduced to walking with her thighs clamped together. She wanted to, but her dignity wouldn't allow it. In a few minutes, however, her pride would have to take a backseat or she'd end up completely soaking herself in front of her crush and the princess of Dalmasca. Talk about embarrassing.

The odds were against her, though. In addition to being deep in an icy mine shaft with an exhausted, overloaded bladder, Peleno had been a notorious panty wetter her entire life. In her childhood, before the war took her parents, she peed herself almost daily. Her brothers used to tease her about having a lazy bladder and it was a problem she never really overcame. She remembered earlier this year she'd been caught wanting in the middle of the Rabanstre's bazaar. For months afterward, the seedy merchants had offered her thick, cloth diapers every time they caught her wandering through the streets.

Despite frequent wettings, Penelo had managed to keep her ongoing problem hidden from Vaan. She certainly had no intention of humiliating herself in front of him now. A violent, aching tremor ripped through her groin at that instant, as if to warn Penelo that the decision would be out of her hands very shortly.

She managed to hang on another few minutes before her thighs pressed together against her will. Her walk became a hasty shuffle as she tried to move with her legs squeezed shut. Penelo could feel her control slipping and decided it was time to speak up.

“Hey, Vaan,” she said, “I think you forgot a few gambits.”

“No way,” he replied, turning to face her. “I'm sure I covered every thing.”

Penelo shook her head. “You forgot something. Something I need to take care of now.” To emphasize the point, she crossed her legs and wriggled her bottom. Realization flared to life in Vaan's blue eyes.

“Oh, that. Sorry.”

“No problem,” Penelo replied happily, already tugging at the zipper on her tight one-piece. “But you better not let me catch you peeking!”

“Penelo, what are you doing,” Vaan asked before the zipper was more that a few inches down.

“I need to pee, didn't you just say it was alright?”

Vaan shook his head. “You didn't let me finish. I didn't forget, I never meant to give you a, uh, full bladder gambit.”

“WHAT?!” Ashe and Penelo scolded in usion.

“Don't you remember the bridge?” Both girls nodded glumly. A few shafts back a large, earthen bridge joined two sections of the mines. Undead infested the area, every time the group dropped one monster, two more stepped in to take it's place. Luck alone had seen them safely to the other side.

“Well, I figure that could happen anywhere in these mines. If we get ambushed like that and you're, um, off guard then ...” he didn't finish the sentence. “It's okay, though,” he continued, “we'll start heading back now. You can hold it that long, right?”

Penelo wanted to argue, but knew Vaan was right. “Sure, I can hold it,” she replied, hoping that she really could.

A few minutes into the trip back, it became obvious that she could not. The feeling of fullness had become a sharp ache in her groin that stung so badly she couldn't keep tears from welling in her eyes.

She tried to maintain her dignity, but quickly abandoned it. She pressed one hand firmly on her crotch and waddled along with her thighs closed tightly. Vaan tried to hurry the march, but even with Ashe's help Penelo couldn't keep up and their pace slowed to a crawl.

The young blond was being tortured. Her urethra shuddered with exhaustion and tiny, hot needles prickled her sensitive vaginal skin. Her breath came in ragged gasps through tightly clenched teeth and left with a soft whimper.

Ashe whispered encouragement, but it did the desperate girl no good. The urge was overpowering and demanded her full attention.

As they approached a fork in the pass, a blast of chilly air blew up from one of the tunnels. Like a shroud, it enveloped Penelo and forced her overflowing bladder to contract violently. It was more than she could bear. Her knees buckled and, as she groaned softly, the flood began.

As the urine started to flow, Penelo felt a surge of emotions - humiliation, anger, sadness- but they soon gave way to total relief as her taxed bladder finally drained itself.

Her skin-hugging garment, a suit of thick fibers woven tightly together to provide maximum protection and mobility, refused to let the golden liquid soak through and allowed only a few small rivulets to trickle down her legs and dampen her thick socks. The torrential tidal wave of pee, with no where to go, began pooling inside the clothing. Upward it climbed, drenching Penelo's well trimmed, blond pubes and nearly reaching her belly button before the material was finally super-saturated and, like bursting floodgates, allowed the ocean of pee to burst free.

Penelo, for a moment, was blissfully unaware of her surroundings. She had heard that some girls enjoyed peeing on themselves. She did not consider herself among those, but the tightly bunched muscles around her urethra and a steadily growing warmth sent tendrils of pleasure coursing from her pelvis to the extremities of her body. She could tell that her tight pussy was moistening with more than just urine.

Slowly, the sexual sensations passed along with the rapture of initial release and Penelo became aware of what was happening. Tears of shame filled her eyes and her face flushed a fiery, angry red. Straightening her bent knees, Penelo turned her fury and indignity on a certain young man.

“Vann, this is all you fault,” she scolded, pointing at her crotch and making no attempt to hide the pee that still poured freely from between her legs. Vaan stared at her awkwardly and, for a moment, the only sound was the deafening hiss coming from Penelo's body and a soft patter as the urine fell to the ground.

“Penelo ... I'm sorry. I didn't know you had to go so bad,” Vaan stammered, his eyes fixed on the ever widening puddle at Penelo's feet.

“I told you Vaan,” she countered. “Why don't you ever listen to me?” The rush was starting to subside, but her clothes were completely soaked. Small streams of yellow had escaped and completely drenched both legs. Her socks were dark with pee and squished soggily when she moved. She'd been submerged in piss from just inches above her knees to just inches below her belly-button. The hot liquid had invaded every crevice. An ankle deep pond sloshed about her feet and wisps of steam rose off the hot pee.

“Penelo, I-”

“I'm not going another inch until I'm dry,” she interrupted. Vaan shook his head.

“That'll take way to long. I'm sorry you had an accident Penelo, but you're pretty wet. It's to dangerous to wait for you to dry. Besides, being that soaked in these chilly tunnels for to long could get you sick.”

Penelo wanted to argue, but she knew Vaan was right. They couldn't afford to linger with all the monsters that called this place home, and the urine that had been so warm earlier was now bitingly cold. “Alright,” she reluctantly agreed. “But you're paying to have these washed when we get out of here!”

“Deal,” Vaan chimed. “Now let's get going.
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Almost forgotten during Penelo's little ordeal was the Princess of Dalmasca. As the trio began the silent walk back toward Bhujerba, Ashe took up the rear and allowed herself to press both hands tightly against her own burning urethra. Silently, she prayed that her body would prove more effective than Penelo's at maintaining it's urges.