“The Orcs will come out from the left tunnel on the left, about thirty of them, set your traps there, Kevin.”

“Got it, two nets should do it.” Kevin spoke over his headset and pressed buttons on his Xfox controller, watching as his character raced across his TV to lay down some net-launching devices. He was a chipmunk, twenty years old, who was currently sat comfortably in his gaming chair while wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. His light bronze fur was accentuated with dark brown in some areas and cream fur that ran down from his chest to his groin, dipping just under the waistband of his underwear. From his shoulders ran four stripes of black that again dipped under the waistband, the two closest to his spine reaching down his thick tail which was long enough to brush against the foot of his bed, as it threaded through a tail-hole in his gaming chair, while the further two ran halfway down his butt. His hazel eyes danced across the screen, checking his various stats; health, ammo, skill charge and other such information that he needed to know to win his game.

He was playing a top-down RPG game with some of his friends online. He had been playing it for most of the day, spending the entire time in his studio apartment, but right now he was trying to get to the end of a long round of co-op horde mode. He, along with three other players, had been fighting off endless waves of monsters for nearly an hour. The goal was to fend off ten waves in total and they were about to start the ninth wave. But between each wave was a grace period of only thirty seconds to prepare for the next, which wasn’t much time to take care of anything else. Kevin brought his knees together and leaned forward as he tapped the Left Trigger, setting down his traps.

As he did, his foot touched one of the soda bottles that lay on the floor around him. There weren’t many, as he cleaned up after every gaming session, but there were enough to know that he had been drinking enough to keep himself well-hydrated. And right now, that hydration was seeking an exit, one that Kevin had been keeping held shut for the past hour since the horde mode session had started. The chipmunk was constantly adjusting his sitting position, shifting around in his chair, squeezing his thighs together while trying to avoid crushing his balls between them, even occasionally risking a quick squeeze of his dick through the fabric of his boxers when he wasn’t at risk of being swung at by a wayward skeleton. He wished that the game developers had made the intermissions between waves a bit longer so that he could run off for a quick piss when he needed to, or better yet, have all the players confirm that they were ready like most modern games did.

I’m fine, he thought, I just have to make it through two more waves.

He figured it would likely be ten minutes, tops. If he hadn’t drunk so much before starting, he might have had a better time of it. As it stood however, he didn’t expect to have to go as long as he had since he’d finished off that third bottle of Summit Spew and if he was being honest with himself, he really needed the toilet right now. But at the same time, the game needed him just as urgently. As the guy responsible for setting the traps, his gameplay was absolutely essential to the other players. If he didn’t control the incoming mobs, everybody would be overwhelmed in short order. If he disappeared for a bathroom break at the end of a long run, he would never hear the end of it.

“Sixty more mobs on the main tunnel, all Unique, wha’cha got Kev?” The voice of one of his friends, the healer of the party, came through his headset and directly into his ears. Kevin looked around his HUD before replying.

“Uh… I got… my spawner traps are still recharging. I don’t think the frag traps are gonna work on Uniques… any idea what Element they are?” As soon as that last question left his mouth, Kevin immediately took a paw off the controller and gave himself a facepalm. They were all going to be Unique, which had a random Elemental buff applied upon spawning.

“They’re Uniques, Kev. Are you feeling alright? You sound kinda strained.”

“Y-yeah, I’m good. I’ll just put down a spray trap of each element, should bypass their Immunities.” The theory was sound, but he only had ten seconds to lay them down inside the tunnel and get out before the intermission ended. He wouldn’t have time to rig the tunnel on the right side of the map, he would get annihilated if he tried.

“You got enough time for it? That’s a lot of traps to put down.”

“It’ll be cutting it close but yeah, I have enough time- ngh…”

I most certainly do NOT have enough time, and I WILL be cutting it close, the chipmunk thought to himself as he fought off a big spasm from his bladder. His body ached for relief, but he needed to make it through two more waves first. Waves in the game, not waves of desperation, he quickly reminded himself.

The healer worked with the other two party members to prepare for the wave, giving them various buffs while Kevin went to work on rigging the main tunnel. Each individual trap took half of a second to lay down, and with having to move further up the tunnel to position a new one, plus having to manually select a new element to apply to the trap, he was almost shaking by the time he heard the clock-ticking sound, the final warning before the end of the intermission. One more trap, come on! The character on the screen played the trap-laying animation, and everything seemed to go in slow motion for just a moment. The character stood back up, Kevin hit the sprint button, and he saw the monsters pop into existence just as the intermission ended.

He could see an amalgamation of rainbow-smeared names explode onto the screen: Fairfax the Unfair; Boric Trollflinger; Jorjab the Bushy; Kraglin the Goblin; Kremlin the Moblin; Kramlin the Kromlin; and Bob the Architect, as well as dozens of others. Thanks to a short delay in AI pathing and targeting, they didn’t manage to do any damage before he got away. Now he just had to help fend off anything that got through the traps.

The wave ended about five minutes later, Bob the Architect being the last Unique enemy to fall to a critical hit from the Tank of the party. Kevin had thirty seconds to set his traps again, though he had to wait for the Healer to get him patched up. During the fight, Kevin noticed that he had leaked a little into his boxer shorts, which now sported a quarter-sized damp spot where the bulge of his flaccid penis was visible, when he was chased out of the main tunnel. Even worse, he had started to feel small dribbles coming out every few seconds alongside a spasm that had yet to let up during that last minute. He didn’t think he could hold it for the final wave and the steadily-spreading damp spot was agreeing with him.

“Yo Kev, did you hear me?” One of the voices spoke up again. Kevin was so wrapped up in keeping the floodgates as firmly shut as he could manage that he wasn’t listening for instructions any more.

“S-sorry, say again?”

“We need you to trap the fuck outta the main tunnel, that’s where the Boss is coming from. Are your Summon Traps ready?” Kevin looked around his HUD and, sure enough, his best traps had indeed recharged.

“Uh, yeah, t-they’re ready.” He did not feel confident in the confidence in his voice, he was sure that his urgency was evident in how he spoke.

“Use them then, turning the army that’s about to hit us against the Boss would be amazing right now.”

“Okay, r-ready in just a-” Kevin suddenly let out a surprised grunt as he felt the familiar sensation of urine flowing up his urethra, followed immediately by warmth spreading across his groin. With only twenty seconds to set the traps that he needed to set, he couldn’t afford to bring his paws away from the controller on either side; he needed both to sprint into position. So, he did the only thing he could do, and focused all of his willpower into sealing the leak. It was close to the point of being scary, but he felt the flow stop. When he looked down at his boxers again, the quarter-sized spot had grown to the size of a fist.

“Kevin, are you alright, man? If something is going on, we can do this another day.”

“N-no, I’m fine, let’s k-keep going.” Kevin was certain that his heavy breathing could be heard as he valiantly struggled to keep his recycled soda securely stored within his abdomen, but nobody said anything about it. He wasn’t about to end the game for everybody just because he failed to use the toilet beforehand. He knew that he absolutely could not hang on for five more minutes; his urine was leaving his body one way or another before the end of the Boss wave, whether it ended up in a toilet or in his underwear. Or on the floor…

There’s a thought. If he got it all on one spot on the floor, then that would be far easier to clean than his chair and everything around it. Was it the same as giving up, though? Well, desperate times, desperate measures. Kevin came to a quick conclusion. With his traps down, he ran from the main tunnel once more and waited for the last couple of seconds on the intermission countdown to end. Time to execute the plan, it was now or never. As the last second ticked by, Kevin reached down and, despite the pain in his lower body, sat up in his chair and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his dampened boxer shorts, lowering them down to his thighs. And just like that, he was more or less completely naked, his dripping member quivering slightly in the light of the TV with matted fur settled around it. He sat his bare butt back down in the chair and spread his legs so that his piss wouldn’t hit his knees once he let loose.

The timer hit zero, and the monsters spawned in. It took just as long for Kevin’s muscles to relax. And in the same time it took for the monsters to begin their assault in the game, a wellspring was created within Kevin’s apartment. From the tip of his member, pale-yellow pee shot up and out, creating an instant arch that went high enough to hang in the air between his eyes and the television, far enough to land between his chair and the TV stand. His liquids pattered noisily against the carpet, but he didn’t care about it right now, he would clean it out once the quest was over. He found that he still had to restrain himself to keep the stream from going too much further and ending up on his Xfox console. The first thing he wanted to do was sigh as the pressure finally found its release, groan from the almost indescribable relief, but he kept the pleasured sounds to himself as he still had a game to win.

The chipmunk held the controller close to his chest, not wanting to accidentally pass the wireless device through the clear arch of urine and short it out, as he tried to keep his shaking limbs still enough to control his character so that he could keep fighting the final wave. While the stream was fun to look at, the waste water sparkling with the colors of the screen as the light passed through it, it was also an annoyance as it made some of the HUD elements difficult to read. But there was no way he was going to try to hold it back more than he needed to in order to keep the console safe, as he could feel his bladder deflate with each passing second and it felt way too good.

“Uh, does anybody else hear that? Is that coming from the game?”

“I don’t think it’s coming from the game. Kevin’s mic indicator is on but he’s not speaking, it might be coming from him.”

“Holy shit, Kevin? Are… are you pissing!? I swear that sounds like my dog when he pisses on the rug!”

“What?”

“What the fuck?”

Kevin hit the mute button on his microphone as the other three party members figured out what was going on and started bantering, but that didn’t stop him from relieving himself all over his floor. Maybe I won’t live this down, after all, he thought as he fired his crossbow at the big Boss of the quest. As he continued to freely urinate from his chair, the game proceeded. His summon traps captured the soul of every enemy that died near them and re-summoned them as ghosts, effectively turning the enemy mobs into friendlies and turned them against the Boss monster. They were his most powerful traps and for good reason. His bladder continued to empty for a full minute before the stream it produced started to fade and dwindle, leaving a trail that ran from the puddle to the wheels of his chair. He flexed his glutes and squeezed a couple of spurts that didn’t get very far, beads of pee running down the fur of his balls that had already been matted earlier. It took only a couple minutes more for the Boss to finally fall, and as soon as it did, he stood up and pulled his boxer shorts back up. He stepped through the wet patch of carpet, which gave a mighty squelching noise as he trekked through it, and turned off his Xfox. It didn’t matter if he was there for the victory or not, as the event was already won.

He needed a shower, and to clean up. He would talk to the guys again tomorrow if he felt up to it. For now, he really needed to get this mess cleaned.