"Look, nobody else is going to help us. We've got to find out what's going on up there ourselves."

As I watched the Tyrunt on the TV screen implore his friend for help investigating a secret lab, I lifted a bottle of water to my lips to take another sip. It was a nice, lazy Sunday, and even though it was raining - and as a fire type, a Braixen to be specific, rain definitely was not my friend - it didn't bother me as I didn't need to go out today. My trainer was upstairs doing his own thing, probably talking to his friends and arranging some practice battles for us tomorrow. He didn't need me for it, so I had settled in down in the living room to watch a movie showing on TV: Defends of Kalos II: Rocket's Revenge!

With a big bowl of popcorn and several bottles of water (water is fine when it's -in- me, not so much when it's -on- me), I was all set to watch the whole thing on my trainer's big TV in the living room.

His sofa was big and white, with really large, padded armrests, and several small square pillows that I had piled up so I could recline against them, the bowl of popcorn next to my belly with the bottles of water slipped into the gap between the cushions to keep them still. He'd had it longer than he'd had me, and I'd been with him since I was just a little Fennekin that he could hold in his hands.

"All right, all right, but if we get caught I'm blaming you." The Heliolisk replied to the Tyrunt, the camera panning upward for a scene transition. I grabbed another pawful of popcorn, keeping my attention on the movie.

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"By Arceus, what is this?"

I squirmed in my seat as the Heliolisk pulled open the filing cabinet drawer further, peering inside. My unease wasn't just from anticipation of what was coming up in the movie - I also had to pee, since I had forgotten to go before the movie started. But I didn't want to miss anything, so I stayed on the sofa, my legs pressed tightly together, hoping for a moment that a commercial would come up before remembering that this was on a paid channel that didn't have them. Just my luck!

I kept watching the movie, squirming in my seat, hoping I could just wait it out, and that the desperate feeling would go away. It didn't, of course, and started to get worse as I kept watching the movie, focusing on the protagonists exploring the lab, having to cross and uncross my legs, fidgeting in place, my lower body squirming about as I kept my head facing towards the TV.

For a few moments I felt like I was back in control, but then the characters walked past a bathroom, only reminding me of my needs... I had to slip my paw down between my legs, pressing it against my pussy and squeezing, as if trying to hold myself shut as I felt the urge to pee rising up again, stronger, more insistently. My other paw joined the first, both pressing on my slit to try and hold back the inevitable, knowing that I'd never make it to the end of the movie but at least, perhaps, I could reach the end of the scene, and I could sneak off quickly while the camera was on the less interesting characters.

Or at least, that's what I hoped. With the pressure in my bladder becoming almost unbearable, I wasn't so sure I'd be able to last any more than I was sure the Tyrunt and Heliolisk would get back out of the lab undetected.

I rose from the sofa and got to my feet, dancing in place for a moment with my paws between my legs, then started to pace back and forth in front of the TV, keeping my gaze focused on the screen, ready to dash upstairs to the bathroom as soon as the scene ended. But it just kept going! And it was all stuff really important to the plot, so I couldn't just leave, at least not until it was over.

"I think it's time we got out of here." The Tyrunt said to the Heliolisk, "We got what we came for."

Finally! Any minute now the scene would cut away and I could get the chance to go to the bathroom. I sighed merely from the thought and relaxed briefly, only to clench my muscles and squeeze my legs around my paws as I almost wet myself by accident.

But then I heard footsteps over my head - the ceilings didn't muffle sound very well, and I could hear my trainer moving around. Was he coming downstairs...? No; my heart sank as I heard him head just off to the north of the room, which is where the bathroom was. That was okay, he wouldn't take long and I could come right in after him, I'd only have to hold on a bit longer. My eyes went back to the TV, watching the two characters walk off-camera, and sure enough the scene cut away, panning to the trainers who were wondering where their Pokémon had gone. It was the perfect time to sneak off and-

Then, from above, I could hear the flow of water. At first I thought he had flushed the toilet, but no, this was longer and steadier and it was making the hot water pipes rattle... he had turned on the shower. And we only had the one bathroom with no separate toilet - I'd lost my chance, and there was nothing I could do now. I'd tried to go in there once before while he was in the shower and he'd shooed me out, and I had no reason to doubt he'd do so again.

I slumped against the sofa, defeated. What could I do? It was still raining outside, so not only could I not sneak into the yard and go behind a bush, but the sound of the rain lashing on the windows didn't help my situation at all. 

Was there anything I could use that was harmless, maybe the kitchen sink? It would be large enough, but there was no way I could climb up there and still be able to hold it in; I was starting to feel sharp pains of desperation, and my squeezed legs and tightly-gripping paws were the only thing stopping me from peeing then and there. What about the empty water bottles? The necks were so narrow, though, there was no way I'd be able to avoid spilling everywhere without a funnel.

I bit my lip as I realized I'd have to try and settle for making a mess that would be easily cleaned. The kitchen floor might work, but I wasn't sure where the mop was kept, and the floor cleaner was on a high shelf far out of my reach. I could just use the carpet here in the corner somewhere, or maybe behind the TV or the sofa, but both were flush against the wall and there was no way I'd be able to push them out of the way. Not to mention the carpet would be impossible for me to clean properly.

My head tipped back, pressing against the sofa cushion, whimpering as I felt like I was running out of time. I was going to pee soon whether I wanted to or not, and I'd just have to settle for something I could hide, so that I could think about it more when I wasn't desperate - anything that wouldn't be caught immediately. Any potted plants? No, not in this room at least. Wasn't there anything? I sighed and slumped against the front of the sofa, the big cushion shifting against my weight.

My long ears perked up and my eyes widened. The sofa cushion was removable. Of course! It could work, and I didn't have many other options. Keeping one hand on my pussy, I turned around and pushed the square pillows and empty popcorn bowl aside, then grabbed the large sofa cushion I had been resting on. It was big, and I'm... not, but I didn't dare use both hands for it, so it was quite a struggle to tug it off, pulling it forward until it tipped forward under its own weight, resting at an angle against the floor and the sofa. Underneath, along with a couple of coins and an empty Poké Puff wrapper, was the lining of the sofa, which ought to be absorbent enough - I could just put the cushion back afterwards.

Quickly climbing up, unsure how much longer I could last, I stood on the lining but then realized I would get my feet wet if I did that, and quickly clambered up onto the big armrest. Very carefully, I sat down and put my hands on the armrest to hold myself steady, having to consciously clench my abdominal muscles hard to prevent myself from leaking as I spread my legs out. Maybe I could just relieve a bit of pressure, enough to make it through the rest of the movie... with my hands holding me up, I shifted my hips forward, letting my bared pussy hang over the space where the cushion was a few minutes ago.

As desperate was I was, I couldn't quite do it right away, my attention divided between the TV and the sound of the shower up above. What if my trainer found me? He'd be angry; he might even kick me out or give me away or release me into the wild. I didn't know how to survive out there; I'd been raised at the daycare center as a Fennekin until he took me in. He'd been so nice to me, and here I was about to pee on his favorite sofa! I didn't want to... but I didn't have any choice. It was too late to go anywhere other than the carpet, and the rug in front of the sofa was a hand-me-down from his grandmother that he loved even more than the sofa. But I...

I finally ran out of time. Even as I felt it escaping me I tried and failed to clench my muscles, and a heavy spurt of my piss splashed onto the sofa lining, almost clear in color - how many water bottles had I gone through? But I didn't care about that at the moment, all I cared was that I had actually peed on the sofa, even if just a little bit! My trainer was going to be so mad! I tried to stop it, but I just couldn't; now that I had started to go, the flow wouldn't stop, and all I could do was stem it partway, the thin arch of my urine splashing onto the sofa and drumming loudly on the fabric. Would he be able to hear it over the shower? Even if he couldn't, if he turned off the water, would he be able to hear it then? The ceilings being thin worked both ways!

I started to panic, but I couldn't move - that would only make things worse. I watched anxiously as my piss splashed heavily onto the sofa, trying to clench again, harder, and though I weakened the stream to a trickle, that just meant it dribbled down onto the sofa arm. I couldn't stop it completely, and before long I tired; with a muffled gasp, I couldn't hold it back any more and my stream picked back up to its normal strength, spraying the middle of the gap where the cushion had been.

Even though the relief felt wonderful, I was terrified. I was sure that any moment now, my trainer would turn off the shower, and then he'd surely be able to hear the sound - there was so much pee! I could barely believe how much I had already pissed onto the sofa, and yet I still felt so full. Would I even be able to hide it all when I finished? Eventually it would start to spill over the sides, or soak into the next cushion... I'd have to stop before my trainer came back down, so that I'd have enough time to try and conceal the evidence. I tried to clench again but my tired body wouldn't be denied relief and not even a half-second elapsed before I had to let the constant flow of piss pick back up, the barely yellowed arch of water pattering against the white fabric.

Since I could clearly not stop it, I tried the opposite: I pushed and tensed, trying to force my piss out faster. The stream intensified into a heavy gush, splashing even louder, making me whimper nervously and wish I had the remote in reach so I could turn up the volume on the TV. It felt so good, but I was burning with shame, wishing for it to go faster, my gaze flicking back and forth between the TV screen - where the trainers were still fumbling around cluelessly - and watching my urine splash against the sofa. The fabric had become saturated, and a puddle was forming on top, getting bigger and bigger as I kept adding more and more pee to it.

Finally, at long last, I felt myself starting to empty out completely, the stream dwindling not because I was clenching but because my bladder was running dry. Since it wouldn't make a difference at this point, I pushed with my muscles again to force out the last few squirts, leaving me completely empty. The absence of the desperate feeling of needing to piss felt so satisfying, I leaned back and closed my eyes briefly, listening as the scene switched back to the Tyrunt and the Heliolisk, and just taking a few moments to try and calm down.

At least, until the sudden sound of the water shutting off above me spurred me into action. I hopped down from the sofa quickly, expecting him to show up immediately, but of course he'd need time to dry off first, and that time was all the time I had. There was a small stack of napkins left over from some previous delivery meal on the small table next to the sofa, so I grabbed one and pressed it against my pussy, wiping away the last remaining drops of fluid. Not wanting to run all the way to the kitchen and back with such little time to act, I tossed the napkin onto the puddle I had left on the fabric, and peered over at it.

It was huge! It had gotten even bigger, spreading out across the fabric, even reaching the underside of the next cushion over and darkening it where it had soaked in. I was amazed that I had peed so much, yet also ashamed for doing so in the first place, my ears flattening against my head. Quickly, I started pushing the sofa cushion back into place - and behind me, the TV blared dramatic music as the heroes were in a race against time of their own to escape. It was a little easier now that I could use both hands, but it was still a struggle to push the cushion back up to where it had been. Taking a step back, I checked around the edges of it to make sure all evidence of what I had done was hidden - thankfully, nothing had leaked around the edges, and the cushion completely covered up the puddle underneath.

I could hear the floorboards creaking above me as my trainer was on the move, and hopped back up onto the cushion, moving the smaller extra pillows back into place to rebuild my usual spot on the sofa, covering up the spot on the armrest where some of my pee had dribbled onto it. Finally I quickly hopped back up, acting natural as I turned back towards the screen, hoping to focus on the movie and put what had just happened out of my mind.

"We made it! That was close." the Heliolisk gasped as the two of them looked back over their shoulders at the lab before running into the woods surrounding it.

"Yeah, it was." I mumbled to myself. I kept expecting my trainer to come down at any minute, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to calm down by watching the movie. But he must have gone back to his room instead, because after another minute he still hadn't shown up and I couldn't hear him moving any more, so I shifted my position, keeping my legs spread, with one resting on top of the cushion and the other bent at the knee so that my pussy could air-dry the rest of the way. At least I was set for the rest of the movie now.

However, after another few minutes, I could hear the floorboards again, getting louder as my trainer came down the stairs. Of course - he must have just gone back to his room to put on some fresh clothes. I quickly closed my legs, pulling the empty popcorn bowl in front of my hips, and trying to act natural.

"Lucy?" He said, peeking around the corner as he adjusted his red-and-white cap. "Looks like the rain stopped, so I'm heading out to the store. I'll be back in an hour or so."

I nodded and smiled, not really able to respond verbally, just trying hard to pretend that everything was normal and that I wasn't sitting on a cushion currently resting over a ridiculous amount of Braixen urine. I wasn't in the clear yet, and if he found out, he'd be furious, maybe even enough to kick me out then and there...

My thoughts were interrupted as he stepped back in and put his hand on the top of my head, petting me a little. "I'll get you another bag of Poké Puffs too, okay? You've been such a good girl lately, I think you deserve a treat."

I nuzzled back to his hand and smiled up at him, trying to think of something to say, but glanced back at the screen as the Tyrunt and the Heliolisk started talking to each other about what they'd found. I really hoped there wasn't anything on the sofa that gave away what had happened, that none of my pee had leaked out from under the cushion or anything like that...

"Sorry, I'll stop interrupting your movie." He said politely, nodding to me before turning and heading out. As he closed the door and I heard him lock it, I let out a long, deep sigh, relaxing my body from the tensed-up state I didn't even realize it had gotten into. Taking deep breaths as I fully turned my attention back to the TV, I could hear my heart settle down and the rush of emotion fade away.

Finally, I could watch the rest of the movie in peace.
