Holding It In

"Drink up, Valeria," he said with a grin that he just couldn't wipe off his muzzle. "Your husband wants to make sure that you stay well hydrated."

She could not disobey, not when it was what she had wanted from him in the first place, so it was with a reassuring nod from Gargath that she sipped at her coffee. The strain in her bladder grew, even though she had not drunk all that much, her body striving to remind her that she "needed to go" while she was putting more fluid into her body. She slid her eyes behind him, whimpering softly, eyeing up the bathroom door on the other side of the dining area, but Gargath only gently shook his head and offered her a glass of juice.

"Drink up."

And, so, she did, the strain in her lower stomach growing and growing, panting softly, nostrils fluttering, even trying to distract him so that he would not see the depth of her need. The thought of making a dash for it, even without his consent, flickered through her mind, but she could not go against what she had set up for herself, straining, whimpering, wanting to see it through until the end.

It was only a trial run, blessedly, that time, her coffee and juice drained as she struggled through the water, barely moving, afraid that if she squirmed too much she would lose control of her bladder right then and there. It was soon, so soon, but the control over that part of her was no longer hers to demand.

Gargath sat for minutes after breakfast that felt like hours, checking his wallet, his phone, smiling, conversing with her even while she fidgeted, needy, tiny nickers fluttering from her lips.

"Oh... Please..." She couldn't help herself. "Gargath... I need to go... Please... Please, let me."

Her voice was barely above a whisper, his ears pricking, turning to her with such a look of faux surprise that it was not to be believed.

"Oh! Oh, I had no idea! Let's go back to the room then, then you can go."

All the way upstairs? That was torture! Yet it was a torture that she willingly entered into, trying to walk normally and take small, mincing steps at the same time, regretting her choice of clothes that day. The elevator, thankfully, was running, but every grinding rise of it, stopping seemingly at every floor (Gargath had pressed all the buttons to ensure that it would, of course, though she hadn't seen that).

In a fit of need, she whinnied shortly, grabbing his hand and thrusting it between her thighs, rubbing her pussy on it where a wet spot, ever so slowly, seeped through her folds, marking the fabric. He raised his eyebrows, upper lip curling back in the flehmen response, need throbbing through his loins.

"You're that close already?" His eyes glittered with playful teasing. "But I have so much more planned for you today..."

After all, if there was a horse that did his job right, it was Gargath, putting everything into the role he'd been assigned and the fat paycheque that was to be his, in full, at the conclusion of it. Valeria rushed ahead, though he kept pace easily, the bathroom door finally swinging open as she rushed in, making it in the nick of time.

"Ahhh..."

She sighed, finally relieving her bladder, the hiss of hot urine pouring from her both a relief and a strain. It was not as relieving as it could have been and, in her haste, she had not even closed the bathroom door behind her, the stallion watching her urinate through the open bathroom door, a casual observer to how prey to her own needs she was.

Valeria whimpered, shoulders rounding, tired already. Yet never had she felt so exhilarated before, being watched, anticipating with a tiny shudder of pleasure what was to come with the rest of the day.

As much as her body already ached, she couldn't wait to see what he had in mind.

*

The city offered many opportunities to explore, though just as much to embarrass Valeria. After being allowed to relieve her bladder that time, the real game started, Gargath taking her down to the coffee bar at the front entrance to the hotel for the largest iced tea that they could offer. Even the ice cubes clinking against the inside of the glass had had her wanting to pee, shifting her weight, her glutes sore and tail twitching as if it thought that it could clamp down against the need that was already there.

It made things more difficult still as they paused at the entrance to the museum, Valeria tugging at his sleeve, her cheeks a bright red, which showed through even the glossy bay of her coat.

"Gargath..." She swallowed hard, not wanting to say. "Do you... I mean... I..."

The stallion paused.

"Oh -- do you need to go to the bathroom?"

He raised his voice louder than was necessary, turning heads as others looked, surprised to see him addressing an adult horse and perhaps not a younger one. Valeria fidgeted, trying not to see their gazes, as much as they fired up that depth of need in her, stomach aching, churning, that tightness in her bladder growing and growing. Did he even know what he was doing to her?

Maybe she had pushed things too far, bitten off more than she could chew, but it was too late to go back as they enjoyed the museum exhibits, even spending time looking over the evolution of their kind of furries -- equines. Yet Valeria could not concentrate as, in the comparative silence there, Gargath, once again, asked her if she needed to visit the restroom.

"You only have to ask me if you want to go, you know."

Others cast them strange looks, for that was something unusual to say in public, but it was Gargath that she was forced to answer, for he kept asking and asking her as her tail swished, tucking down against her backside.

"Yes," she whispered, hardly moving her lips. "Yes, I really, really, really need to go."

But he would not let her, Valeria dragging her heels when they passed bathrooms, whispering plaintively to him to let her go, her arousal peaking, churning with a burning heat inside her. He grinned and shook his head, though sometimes asked her again if she needed the bathroom, pretending that he didn't hear her and cupping his hand to his ear just to make her speak up against her will.

She had to try though, to do her best, telling herself that she didn't need to go that badly, not if she had managed so far. Yet her bladder ached and ached, making her twist and contort, trying to whisper to Gargath that she needed...something.

"I need to..." She cast about for something. "To spend a penny. Gargath? I'm going to go..."

"No, you're not."

His control over her had her shivering, absolute power over her bladder well and truly passed into his hands.

"You don't need to go that badly yet, you can wait."

He didn't raise his voice for that, though she whimpered, begging him, a mess, far removed from the horse that she had been, the mare that she had thought she was.

"No, Gargath, I'm serious now, I've really got to go, come on, I've got to use the bathroom -- you've got to let me go!"

Although her voice did not become louder as she spoke, it did become higher pitched, adding to her embarrassment as she drew attention in a particularly quiet area of the museum. She hopped from hoof to hoof as he did nothing other than stare at her, spreading his hands out to the sides as if he didn't understand what she wanted.

"I'm sorry, Valeria, but you've going to have to speak up if you want to go. A little louder, please?"

"I need to pee!"

She all but shouted, her voice carrying, heat flushing through her cheeks, down her neck, the strain immense. Oh, it had been so long since she had felt it, even different to how it had been out in that bar before, breath catching, every rake of air through her windpipe, need rising, feeling as if her urine was bubbling away within her bladder, on the trigger point of blowing.

She had to get away, away from the stares, the curious looks, even if it had been of her own doing. Grabbing him by the arm, she towed the larger stallion around the corner, off to an area that no one was in, not caring whether she was going into the staff only areas. Her body juddered and she let out a tiny squeak as her control over hold her urine in slipped, just a little, his ears twitching, catching the bitter scent of her fluid on the air.

"Look!"

She hissed, where they could not be seen, in a side corridor, shoving his hand once again between her legs, forcing him to feel what he had done to her, her blood up, just like the gradually seeping wet spot there. Her jeans contained it, mostly, though it still eased through as she shuddered and hunched over herself, moaning, trying to contain her bladder through any means possible. Maybe next time, on their next outing, she would wear a skirt to at least make the aftermath, perhaps, a little more manageable.

Still, he was not averse to pressing his hand up between her thighs harder than she had wanted him to, Gargath's horniness getting the better of him, the stallion licking his lips and looking at her with a hungrier expression in his eyes than Valeria had seen on a male for a long time. He was still a stallion and his cock tried to push from his sheath, thickening out the bulge in the front of his own jeans, though he had chosen a looser pair than her. Whereas they did not know the shape of his body as well as hers did, they still allowed his cock out further than it could have been shown, the mare trying to shiver away from the curling pressure of his thumb bearing down on her bladder from the outside.

"I think..."

She gasped, shaking her head. Why didn't he finish? What was he going to do to her?

"We should keep going."

She groaned, but, of course, he was not allowing her to go just yet, for that would not provide the relief that she wanted, shifting her weight, all but waddling. Though there was a part of her that warmed through too, wondering just how much "worse" it could get.

The mare couldn't wait to find out.

*

Their day out went as well as it could have been, but Gargath allowing Valeria, when she could not bear it anymore, to relieve herself in a dirty alleyway, squatting on the ground like an animal with everything on show, was perhaps the most erotically humiliatingly thing that she had ever been forced to do. He watched her too, standing guard to make sure no one came out down being the dumpster, protecting her while he satisfied her needs, though the burning heat of lust and arousal could not be so easily taken care of.

"Is there..." Even her voice was shaky. "Is there a tissue? Can I...wipe myself off?"

Gargath chuckled and shook his head.

"Sorry, I don't carry tissues on me. You can make do though."

Of course, she had to, feeling the wetness of her urine in her underwear all the way back to the hotel, changing, wondering if she needed to sneak to the bathroom then to make sure that she wouldn't have to go again too soon. She did slip in, running the shower to hide what she was doing, but it was too soon after relieving herself before, the ploy to help her last just a little bit longer falling at the first hurdle.

She wore a long, flowing skirt for their trip out to the bar, the dinner that they served basic -- but who really needed more than veggie burgers and hot dogs, to be fair, when they just needed to fill their bellies? It was good food, wholesome food, even if, for their equine tastes, they did come with very salty fries.

And he made her eat them, encouraging her, offering her water whenever she was thirsty, wine or beer, drinks as she pleased. Valeria blushed heavily, smoothing her skirt down against the booth, though her need to go was already high, the food in her stomach easing the effect of the alcohol on her, but not helping her need to urinate one bit. If anything, the weight of food in her belly made it even worse as she fidgeted, unable to voice the words that could have gotten her to the bathroom, but, well... She didn't really believe that he was actually going to let her go anyway. That was part of the excitement of it.

Still, she slid to the edge of the booth where they were placed, out of anyone's direct line of sight. There were plenty of bartenders, however, on duty, some male and some female, enough so that they were the ones best placed to keep an eye on her, as they did for all their patrons, regardless of whether they had indicated that they wanted to or not.

"I..."

Gargath smiled.

"Oh, of course. Another glass of wine? And probably some water too!"

He smirked to himself as he plied her with drinks, the mare becoming increasingly desperate. It was a twitch of her tail that started it off, trying to keep up the conversation, a little more strained in conversation as the pressure of so many drinks within her bladder grew and grew. Valeria thought that he'd missed her looking at the bathroom door over his shoulder, but he had been paying attention to every last little thing. Even how she rolled her hips from one side to the other told the tale of how the bulge of her bladder grew and grew, so much so that she could not press her fingers down on her lower abdomen without losing control.

Any pressure would have set Valeria off and, still, she drank. Even the water he gave her, even though she knew that it would make things worse.

"Oh... Gargath, I can't take it anymore," she whimpered, pressing her skirt down between her legs, as if that would keep back the flow. "I've got to go, I've really got to go..."

He only pushed her glass of wine closer to her.

"Drink up, Valeria. This is what you wanted."

No safe word had been uttered, in a safe place, as much as their situation could allow. She swallowed slowly, even the sound of fluid slipping down her throat increasing the strain, toeing the edge of pain in her bladder like nothing she'd ever felt before. It was obscene, immense, pleading with her eyes, even trying to flirt with him a little, sliding her hand over his arm, though it was all to no avail.

She hinted that she wanted to go, saying that she needed to "powder her nose", but he knew that trick, shaking his head, making her sit in place. She blushed heavily, her cheeks strung out with a crimson hue, even though she was fully covered in a short coat of fur, hair that should have been dark enough to hide such things.

But things like that were not so easily hidden as she swallowed a grunt, trying to convey her need, though how could she do that without words when she had already asked him, out loud, verbally? She tried flicking her fingers as if to say that she was going, generally pointing in the direction of the bathroom, but all those covert little signals were ones that he ignored, smiling all the while, pushing her drink towards her. Only to make sure that she did not become dehydrated, of course. Drinking water along with alcohol, especially for what they were doing there together, was very important.

Gargath took a long swig of his beer, tipping his head back, letting her see clearly how his throat moved as he gulped, the noisy sound of liquid pouring down his throat into his gut rising between them. It was a tiny thing, something that anyone else who had not been in such a state of need would not have noticed, but Valeria could not help but take in, eyes fixed on him, sweating anxiously, her hand between her thighs, pressing the skirt down between them. Under the table, she teased her clit, stroking it tenderly through the fabric, the material there wet, even though she did not honestly remember relaxing her body at all. Every fibre of her being was strung out in tension as she twisted, rocking and groaning, rolling her hips over the same spot, again and again.

"Please... You've got to let me go, this is too much, the strain... I'm going to burst, I can't... I can't hold it in..."

Yet there was no safe word incoming, Gargath pushing the limits that had only just been set out between them not all that long ago a little more, a little more pee trickling into her damp underwear.

"I'm not going to let you go, Valeria. You may as well stop asking."

Maybe that was what had her asking more and more, panting softly, trying to shift and find a more comfortable position to sit in, even standing and walking around for a bit.

"Gargath... I can't hold it anymore," she said breathlessly, leaning over the back of the booth to talk to him. "I... I gotta go... Okay?"

Yet she still asked for that permission that simply was not coming, denied at every turn while he shook his head and patted the seat next to him. The mare hopped from hoof to hoof, twisting lightly, trying to hold in her need.

"No, no... You said you wanted a nice evening out and that's what you're going to get. Sit down and enjoy."

It was torture, yet he headed to the bar again, a tabby feline with silver fur holding him up there, a sheepish smile on her lips.

"Sorry, sir, to interrupt," she began, "but I couldn't help noticing that your date... Well, gentle-furs, even stallions like you, don't always notice, but she's desperate for the bathroom. Perhaps you should take her there? She's probably too shy to say anything."

Ah. That was the point where Gargath had to channel his inner Victor, taking on the power and strength of the business-stallion as he met her eyes.

He dragged his gaze slowly to Valeria, the mare obviously battling her need for the toilet, twisting and bearing her hips back, though there was no real position that would relieve pressure on her bladder, not even then.

"Sir? I'm sorry if I intruded, but I thought I should say something."

But the stallion only smiled, calm and in control, despite how his heart pounded. He was there, in charge of protecting Valeria, and that was something where he had to rise to the occasion. It was not for her to be embarrassed, after all, in any way other than what she wanted for herself, specifically and exactly.

"She really is very, very desperate to go, isn't she?" Gargath smiled. "If she doesn't excuse herself soon, to the bathroom, she might actually have an accident. The poor filly..."

Ah. A moment of understanding passed between them, the bartender backing off with a smile. The fact that Valeria chose that moment to whinny, the sexual undertones to the sound impossible to miss amidst her embarrassment, helped the situation.

"Ah, say no more. Perhaps you'd like another of her preferred wines, on the house?"

They'd only been drinking small glasses, but pacing themselves with water helped too, for neither wanted to be so drunk that they could not enjoy themselves. Thus, it was that an extra glass of wine, just for Valeria, was deposited on the table along with what Gargath returned with.

"There's a special on, darling, and they said you could have another glass. Isn't that thoughtful of them?"

Nickering throatily, Valeria didn't know whether to shake her head or nod, panting through her flared nostrils, sweat dampening the base of her mane at the point behind her ears, down the arch of light muscle in her neck. That muscle stood out, however, in her need, blood roaring in her ears, pressure rising, building incrementally, her bladder throbbing at the mere sight of the drink on the table, the liquid shifting back and forth within the glass, however incrementally.

They would be left alone there, the feline bartender circulating that they were not to be disturbed, that all was in hand, even as Valeria's hand shifted between her legs, stroking the folds of her pussy through the lacey cloth of her underwear. In hindsight, she knew why she had worn those, for the way they would feel clinging to her body after she could not hold herself back for a single moment more, urine seeping through. In practice, they riled her up even more, tugging and ever so lightly pulling over the lips of her pussy to the point that she could barely get a full breath into her lungs.

"Oh... Oh, Gargath."