Blaziken's Camping Trip

This was not a good idea. I let my sense of fairness trump my sense of reason. I just had to agree to play the fear dare game. Serperior is such a sadistic asshole; all I did was dare her to eat a beetle! She didn't have to agree to it, but she did, and made me owe her.

I know it sounds silly, especially coming from a fire type, a fully grown lady at that, but I'm deathly afraid of the dark, and now I'm stuck here, alone, in the woods, at night, with nothing to protect me from the scary noises but Serperior's tent, a tiny clock, a patheticlly dim lantern, and this diary.

I'm not allowed to go back to safty until 8 in the morning, and it's 8 at night now. They sent me out here at 6 fucking 30, when the sun was already starting to set! I swear, Serperior must be a legit sadist. Let it be known that if I die out here, this is her fucking fault. Anyways, by the time I got to the campsite, the sky was already navy blue, and I was starting to panic. I hastily set up this tent, and practically dove inside. I want this to be over with, but I can't sleep yet. I guess I'll try waiting until I get more tired.

This is not good. It's about 9:45 now, and I need to pee kinda bad. I intended to go outside the tent before I went in, but... the darkness got in the way. It's nothing I can't ignore, so I'm gonna hold it until it gets light out.

Checking in circa 11:20. I think that in theory I could sleep by now, but my bladder is getting in the way. I'm being forced to fidget in order to keep my mind off it. Daylight can't come sooner.

It's midnight, this is really bad. I really want to piss, and my bladder would be all for that, but even contemplating the thought of going out in the dark almost made me leak out of fear. This wouldn't be all that bad if I had my own tent, as I could wash it later, but if I wet myself in Serperior's tent, I'll never be able to live it down. No matter what I say, they'll all think that I pissed myself in fear of something.

It's 1:15 now. Every hour feels longer than the last. I've got my legs crossed, and am trying my best to take my mind off the feeling. Writing this is not helping. Arceus, the slow pulses of need are starting to drive me insane!

I've got a claw jammed between my legs. It's 3:00, and my bladder is starting to burn. I'm seriously considering going outside, but my feet are acting like stone whenever I try to muster the courage. At first I was worried about falling asleep and losing it, but now it seems that the adrenaline of need has erased all evidence of tiredness.

Oh no, I think I felt a spurt! It's about 4:15, and writing this is difficult, because I want all my limbs pressed against my crotch. I can see my bladder trying to contract! I'm starting to sweat profusely, to the point where it makes my eyes sting. I can hear the early morning birds, but it's not light out yet. It's still dark, but I can't take much more. I... I'm going outside!

Shit shit shit! The tent's zipper is stuck! Fuck! Why me?! My crotch fur is slowly starting to dampen. It hurts so bad...

Ng... need to pee... I am the most unlucky person alive! I managed to wrench the zipper unstuck, (at the price of a big spurt) but as soon as I stepped one foot outside, I heard a growling in the distance! So far, I've managed to keep the dampness confined to myself, but the wet patch of my fur runs down to my knees. Standing makes the pain ten times worse, but it's the only chance I've got of keeping the tent dry. 4:30, half an hour till daylight. The bear should be gone by then. I can go in thirty minutes, I can go in thirty minutes...

Complete agony. I can't tell if my muscles are giving out, or if I don't have enough will, but the leaks are becoming worse. The wetness is halfway between my ankles and my knees, and my crotch is absolutely soaked. It's twenty more minutes to dawn. I don't think I can keep dry enough for that long... I need to do something!

Ohhh, this hurts! I've jammed a talon into my urethra, which seems to have stopped the flow for now, but I literally want to cry from the white-hot burning in my bladder! I'll probably smell awful from the urine, but at least I can wash myself off without too much trouble. Nnn! ... I can... do this.

Just five more minutes of hell, and then... I'll be... fr- Gack! Nononono!... I can't fantasize about relief. I almost let go voluntarily... That was a big one, it slipped past my talon, and now the damp is kissing my ankles.

C'mon, I need to see the first rays of sun... Please? For me? 1 minute to sunrise. Hold it back, hold it back, hold it back! I'm starting to dribble past my talon involuntarily! I'm gonna put this down to concentrate. Please make it! Please!

...

Fuck. Yes. I've never felt so good in my life. Okay, I got a split-second of the stream on the very edge of the tent, but that doesn't matter. I made it! I only made it a yard or two before I collapsed from pleasure. I mean, I've had some good orgasms, but this was a whole new dimension of pleasure. First the warmth running down my legs, then the pool forming underneath me, the indescribable ecstacy of ridding my bladder of it's tension, all coupled with the knowledge that I'd made it. I must've lain there for at least 10 minutes. Arceus I'm tired after that. I'm gonna wash myself off in the river, and get some seriously needed rest.

Ha! You'll never believe this! I was asleep so far into the afternoon that Serperior and the rest got worried and came looking for me! Ah well, I guess it's nice to know they care about me.