On an early Fall’s afternoon, in the middle of a bountiful harvest, the local kitty-taur wandered into the farmers’ village. The feral-taur end of his body combined with his anthro torso towered him over the villagers at 8 feet. His soft blue eyes, kitten face, and youthful clumsiness offset his rather intimidating size. Villagers were quick to realize this fluffy monster was harmless to them, only a true predator to the rodents who terrorized their crops.
        To thank the young taur for his hard work in protecting their livelihood, he was always welcomed for a generous sampling of their Fall harvest. Just mere steps onto the village road and he was ambushed by the smiling orchardist family, offering only the juiciest of their freshly picked apples, with plenty of headpats for dessert.
        Word quickly got around that everyone’s favorite pest-killer was back, and he soon found himself surrounded by excited villagers. He leaned his head down for an oh-so exquisite scritch behind the ear from the wife of the lemon farmer, who commented on his beautiful black coat, but showed concern on how awfully hot he must be, and offered to stop at her house to sample the family’s freshly squeezed lemonade to cool down. He blushed, flustered from the compliments and attention. His winter coat was coming in just a bit too early, and it would be rude to turn down a cup of refreshing lemonade, and even ruder to reject a 2nd helping.
        Just moments after leaving the lemon farmers, the children of the berry farmers gave him a spontaneous welcome back group hug, and overwhelmed him with offers of their sweetest blueberries. How could he say no? They picked the sweetest ones for him after all. Their father quickly came to save him from their suffocating gifts, but he himself was immune from giving the cute kitty-creature some of their biggest strawberries.
        Near the center of the village, the local herbalist offered the taur several types of tea, some made with leaves from the harvest, others were made with imports from far away lands. She said they each had health benefits, and insisted he drink to the last drop. Feeling humbled to be given such a rare selection he did as told, leaving each cup dry.
        As he continued through town he was given other endless offers of fresh juicy fruit to show their gratitude. Even as a growing taur, his belly was not bottomless, but he just couldn’t refuse the kindness of the villagers. By the time he reached the lake at the end of the village, he only had just a tiny bit of space left for a few gulps of water to wash down his feast, before he was absolutely full. 
        He sighed with a silly smile of content, and layed down on his feral legs, ready to take a nap. The village children who had followed him noticed his sleepy blinks and decided it was time to give the beast some alone time, eager to play some more when he awoke.
        Soon he was left only with the sounds of the river and birds chirping. He had closed his eyes, feeling that everything was right with the world...but something felt off. He tried to ignore it, but this strange feeling had taken him right from the cusp of sleep.
        He opened his eyes, annoyed, looking around for perhaps some nagging bug, or mischievous villager child, but no other creature stirred.
        Suddenly-a twitch! A wiggle! A tremble!
        The kitty-taur stood up skittishly, feeling concerned over what was happening to his body. As he moved to stand, he could feel the fruit punch mix in his belly move downward. It was that moment he realized what was happening. His face went pink at his own naivete.
        He had to pee.
        The taur was completely alone, nothing was stopping him from relieving himself right there and resuming his nap. However, he was right next to the lake, and an orchid of orange trees flanked each side of the road. He imagined the villagers would not be pleased to discover their water source and farmland tainted.
        His hind legs seemed to become restless all on their own, he needed to get somewhere safe fast.
        He started a quick pace back down the road, scanning each side for a break in the orchid for a non-fruit bearing tree, a bush, or something that could be harmlessly marked. But alas, it was just endless rows of bright orange trees. By the time he reached the edge of the village he walked with a bit of a sashay in his hind legs.
        He looked around urgently. There was a clean patch of grass just between the fence designating the orange orchid and the cobbler’s shack. The area was quite desolate, most of the villagers were near the town center. This was his chance!
        He trotted on to the grass with haste. His legs padded in place as he did one more quick look around. He was very much out in the open, he blushed at the prospect of someone walking by on the path or any ears nearby listening to him...going. Better make this quick.
        He spread his back legs out slightly, and took a breath as his muscles relaxed. He felt the flow beginning to course its way out...
        “Hey!”
        A gruff voice startled him up right. A splash of urine made it out of the tip of his sheath before his bladder shut back tight. His body shuddered from the sudden pause. He saw the smiling bearded shoe cobbler heading his way. The kitten-taur exhaled in exasperation...he didn’t think of the possibility of the shack being occupied. 
        “Feeling hungry are ya?” The cobbler asked brightly.
        “H-hungry?” The taur replied sheepishly.
        “Well why else would I catch ya out here trying to eat me grass?” The cobbler seemed to have confused the taur for a common pastoral animal, as grass is certainly not part of his prefered diet. But at least he didn’t realize what taur was actually doing. 
        The cobbler reached to give the taur a pat on the side, but was taken aback by his trembles of desperation. “Oh sorry lad, I didn’t mean to scare ya there! I just need this grass for me cows. But if ya really need a bite to eat, I’ll be more than happy to take ya to town!”
        “Um…” The taur couldn’t bring himself to explain his actual needs, especially upon realizing that even non-fruit bearing patches of land bore importance to the humans. He felt guilty for the small spurt that landed on the cobbler’s grass...hopefully the cows can eat around it. “S-sure!” 
        Back on the path the taur felt an ever increasing tightness in his loins. His hips continued to give small shimmies with each step in an attempt to ease the pressure. He occasionally stole a glance at his cobbler escort, who in the midst of proudly explaining the year’s record harvest didn’t notice the taur’s strange walk, nor his nervously clasped handpaws. 
        This rather unique situation made the taur notice that nearly every home and store front in the village was surrounded by patches of grass, flowers, and other plantlife. It was a rather pretty sight, yet it made the taur’s heart sink and the ball of liquids inside him feel more taunt. There was seemingly no patch of naked Earth that he could use without harming his human friends’ livelihoods. Come to think of it...where do humans go? He’s never seen one just relieve themselves out in the open, nevermind on their precious farmland...do humans even pee?
“Ah!” As if triggered by his thoughts, a bladder pang froze the taur in place, his feral back arched, one of his hind legs lifted against his sheath. He felt a spot of wetness in his crotch fur. 
“You alright there lad?” The cobbler asked concerned.
“I-I’m fine…” The taur slowly settled his leg down as the pang washed over. “I just stubbed my toe.” 
The cobbler went around to inspect the bothersome foot. The taur shook and grit his teeth, straining to avoid blasting the cobbler with processed juice mix. “Looks Ok to me lad. But we can stop if ya want.”
“N-no! It’s fine!” The taur responded a bit more forcefully than intended. The last thing he wanted to do was stop. He could barely stand still at this point. As he started back on the agonizing walk, he considered telling the cobbler his plight. The cobbler, despite his brash appearance and voice seemed pretty friendly, and maybe he would help in this time of need. He opened his mouth prepared to announce a plea for help, but hesitated. He didn’t know how to phrase such a vulgar need more gently, and moreover wasn’t sure if the cobbler would even understand.
He felt his cheeks warm as he shifted to instead ask if the cobbler knew what ‘pee’ was. But before a sound could even leave his maw, the cobbler returned to discussing the harvest. The taur, unwilling to interrupt him with such a silly question, considered the chance lost. He shivered as his bladder again scolded him for his shyness, he held back a whine as a silent apology.
The taur stiffened his torso, and again tightly clasped his hand-paws in front of him.  Maybe, with enough will power, he could get through this. He planned that when he reached the town center, he’d eat just a few more fruit to be polite, and come up with an excuse to get out of there before bursting in the cover of a wild forest tree.
Perhaps in anticipation for relief, the sharp pain between his legs transitioned into more tolerable numbness. A gasp slipped out of him at this sudden change in sensations.
“Your foot still given ya trouble lad?” The cobbler asked, taking note of his odd behavior.
“O-oh! Yeah...my toe kinda hurts.”
“Hmmm...I can get the doctor to look at it if yuh want, but I’m not sure if he can fix centaurs...”
“No it’s ok, it’ll go away soon.” The taur knew this was only a sign that he was reaching his limit, and the desperation would come back even harder. He needed to make this next stop as quick as possible.
“As long as you're alright.” 
        As they neared the village center, the area around them became progressively busier with more humans giving them waves and greetings. The numbness in his crotch was getting more uncomfortable, and he could feel the weight of his fruity payload slosh with each step, but the lack of an urgent throb gave him confidence. He might just be able to make it! Now, what excuse could he make to leave early without offending his human friends? Hmmm...he could say he was tired...or he saw a pack of mice take off into the woods plotting to eat next year’s harvest! No...they wouldn’t believe that...how about-
        “Boo!” His deep thoughts were interrupted by the group of children jumping at his sides to spook the taur. Almost immediately a severe stab of desperation returned between his legs. The pain was simply too much, several heavy spurts assaulted the gravel road below him. He whined softly, frantically lifting his hind legs to press against his kittenhood, attempting to stop the stream. The rowdy children pushing and shoving at his sides didn’t seem to notice the damp ground nor the taur’s agony.
        “Aye, aye!” The cobbler bellowed. The children quickly stopped their torment and stood in attention. “Look, ya hurtin’ the lad!”
        The taur’s face winced as he managed to stop the leak. “Oops, sorry doggy!...Sorry monster...I’m sorry for hurting you horsie.” Each child apologized, somewhat, while giving a soft pat to his trembling body for their perceived harm. 
        “I-it’s Ok.” The taur sighed, his back legs in a stiff stance to keep back the flood. That little accident gave him just the tiniest bit of relief, maybe gifting him a few more minutes of time before exploding in front of everyone. 
        “Do you want to play hide and seek with us kitty?”
        “Hide and seek?”
        “Yeah! Off the road, the fields are big enough for even you to hide!”
        The taur’s ears perked up. This could be his chance! Just find a good enough hiding spot off the village lands, and he could give the ground the soaking he desperately needed without ruining the humans’ day.
        “Ah!” The cobbler scoffed, “First ya attack him, next ya can’t even get his name right, and then you just ask him to play a game?!”
        “No, no I want to play!” The taur struggled to keep his voice from straining.
        “Oh, ya sure you're not too hungry? Or ya don’t want to get that foot looked at?”
        “My foot feels better, and I can always eat later.” The children were already excitedly pulling at his arms. His impatient back legs were more than eager to follow them.
        “Alright lad, you know to come into to town whenever ya ready!”
        The kitten-taur’s new band of travelers led him behind the village shacks and past small gardens. They were much too excited hanging out with a beast to catch on to his desperate jitters, or soft groans. His bladder ached just passing by many spots that looked perfect for a potty break. So much fresh clean grass, so many dry tree roots, all just begging out to be watered.  They can’t all belong to the humans can they?
        Finally, the group breached a line of apple trees and found themselves with endless fields of tall green and gold stalks. “Wow…” The taur voiced, briefly forgetting about the bursting pressure in his loins. The entire field rolled in the wind, its bright shining colors beautifully contrasting with the clear blue sky above...and he literally couldn’t wait to pee in it. “Are we gonna play here?” He asked, bouncing excitedly both out of joy and no longer being able to hold still.
        The children all gave excited answers in the affirmative. He nearly started drooling in anticipation. He was familiar with that satisfying pleasure of relief, but had never pushed his bladder this far. This time it was gonna feel so, so good.
 “Wait, wait!” One child piped up, popping the taur out of his happy thoughts. “My dad said not to knock over any corn or we’ll get in trouble!” 
        The rest of the group answered in some annoyed grumblence “we know”, except for the taur, who felt a pit of worry. “What’s corn? Do humans eat that?”
        “That’s corn!” The children all pointed to the corn stalks. They gave multiple examples of how corn was used including flour, popcorn, and sometimes just on the cob. The taur had sampled many of those things in the past, and would normally bring to mind delicious memories, but on this occasion his heart sank. He could neither foul this perfect secluded place. 
        “Ah! Nnnngn, no…” He felt a rush coming, egged on by his rush of disappointment. He quickly dropped to his haunches, and used his feral front legs to press against his crotch, grunting against the pressure. He could hide his need no longer.
        “Woah!...What’s wrong doggie?...Are you Ok?” The children gathered around him, startled and concerned by his sudden upset.
        So many eyes peered at the taur in that moment. He could either explode in front of them all, giving the kids a rather unsavory show, or ask for help like he should’ve done since the beginning. “Uhm…d-do humans…” He gulped, cheeks flushed. “P-pee?”
        The children gave a mixture of giggles and giddy smiles. “Yeah!”
        The taur now felt even dumber for asking that question. He shifted and twitched in his sitting position. Tears were starting to form in his eyes, both from the shame of what he was about to say, and the state of his bladder. “I-I r-really have to p-pee.” That elicited the response of gasps and “ohs” from the children. “C-can you take me w-where humans g-go?”
        They all looked at each other, before nodding at the taur. “We’ll help you!”
        The taur smiled, perhaps he could reach salvation after all. The children surrounded his sides, and began pushing to help him stand up. “Stop, stop!” He shrieked. They squeezed on his bladder like an overfilled water balloon, trapped liquids bulging for an escape. “You’re gonna m-make me…!” He dropped back on his rump, and clamped tighter on his sheath. He groaned and writhed through the intense pangs. The children watched on in suspense, looking for any moisture on the dirt around him. In ample time, the fidgeting stopped and distress left the taur’s face. The pangs had passed. The children cheered, their monster friend had made it! For now at least...
The group moved in closer to again. “No!” His sudden exclamation startled them. “I-I can do it…” As he slowly released his sheath, a spurt trapped between his tightly packed bladder and the tip of his penis freed itself on the ground below. He tried to ignore it and simply hoped the children didn’t notice, there was no time left for humility. He peeled himself off the ground, legs shaking, unintentionally holding his breath from the effort. He felt his distended midsection hanging as he rose, its juicy contents jiggling with each tiny movement. 
        “This way!” The kids were already taking lead, sensing the urgency of the situation, some pulled at his handpaws to guide him. The taur attempted a wide gait to keep pace, but immediately his bladder retaliated with a sharp stabbing pain.
         “Ah! Too fast!” He yanked paws away, twisting and squirming in place. He sighed, flabbergasted at the kids now surrounding his sides to give gentle pats in apology. “Can we go slower please?” He folded his paws and kept his arms tight to his sides, terrified of any more ‘help’.
        It was a long strenuous walk to their destination, made longer by the fact the taur was relegated to taking baby steps to keep pressure on his crotch. The lack of defined path didn’t help either, he cringed at the tall grasses tickling his taunt undersides, adding an extra jolt to each step. He blushed at all the nosey eyes watching his awkward walk. The children seemed to be paying so much more attention to him than where they were going, he felt the need to muster up some bravery to ask how much further.
        “We’re here!” Excited voices snapped the taur out of his head space. They had reached a small clearing in the cornfield, barely enough room for their group to breath. In the center was a narrow wooden rectangle, the width of its single door. It looked similar to the shacks in the village, but much smaller and had just one moon shaped window located high on the door.
“Huh?” Even in his state of need, the taur had enough curiosity to tilt his head and ponder who would live in such a tiny home and why have a window so high they could barely look out of it.
        “This is the outhouse!” One of the kids announced. “It’s where humans go potty!” 
        “Go…?” He approached it uneasily, back legs tap dancing. It certainly smelled like humans had the same bodily functions as he did. If there was any place that really needed such daintily scented flowers in the village, it would definitely be here. His bladder also recognized the similarity, triggering heavier spasms to rock his body. He shook and stomped wildly in place. “Aah! Let me in, let me in!”
        The children giggled at the funny monster’s predicament. They opened the door for him, and he nearly bashed his forehead on the frame as he dashed in. He should’ve noticed from the outside, the outhouse was far too small! He could only fit his anthro upper body and front legs. Not to mention...he had no idea what to do in here. 
“Other way!” The children shouted at his squirming back end. 
        Still confused, he took in what little there was to observe. In front of him was a raised platform with a hole in the center that emitted horrid odors, adjacent to a roll of thin paper. He took a peek into the platform’s center and recoiled, realizing exactly how to use it.
        He backed out bouncing like an ornery horse, accidentally shoving some kids too close to his backside. “Sorry!” He spun himself around, and ready to back into the outhouse and explode, however yet another unforscene tragedy. “Oh no...” The taur whined as he bucked and wiggled against the doorframe. “I’m too big!” His hips were just a bit too plump to enter the housing meant for much smaller creatures.
        The multiple suggestions from the children became background noise. He danced in place frantically as he thought of solutions. There’s no way he’d make it if he tried running through the cornfields to the forest, he’d simply leave a trail of soiled crops in his leaking wake. The clearing for the outhouse itself was too crowded to avoid soaking some innocent villager kids’ feet, never mind any privacy. 
        “Oh no, oh no, oh no!” He jerked and twisted, the spasms reached a fever pitch. His poor muscles, already in serious anguish, had finally met their match. He could feel a rush of liquid screaming its way out. “It’s coming!” His back legs did a panicked jig.
Completely out of options, he pressed back against the doorframe once more. A stream splattered on the ground between his back legs, loud and heavy enough for his band of travelers to hear. 
        The taur’s breathing grew heavy from the combination of panic, and feeble straining against the river pouring out of him. He pushed ever harder against the frame, fervently praying that he might manage to squeeze in. 
        He clamped his teary eyes shut, just wishing he could be out of this predicament. He couldn’t hear his spectators’ exclamations over the pain in his loins, and his own shame. The growing puddle on the ground began to wet his footpaws, a revelation that further startled his bladder into submission. With a huff, the taur threw all of his weight backwards in a mighty shove.
        There was a loud crack. The entire group fell quiet, with the only the taur’s quickening flow breaking the silence. His eyes shot open. His rear end was, in fact, inside the outhouse, perhaps not in proper position over the hole, and with some structural damage to boot. His wide hips had bent the frame around him, while his rear feet completely burst through the sides. Oops.
        The taur could only muster a brief gasp, before finally succumbing to his body’s needs. His battered bladder had taken too many hits for one afternoon, it began voiding itself unrestrained. His expression of horror melted into a flushed lolling face of pure relief. Underneath the damaged outhouse the taur had some modesty restored, and urine blasted the wooden floor with the force of a firehouse. Soft mewls escaped him, such massive volumes bursting out of him at once left a bittersweet tingling through his sheath. He found himself shivering again, this time due to the pleasure washing over him just a bit too fast. The rush of adrenaline started to wear off, all of the stress and calamity of the situation seemed to disappear, leaving only that surging pleasure. The taur closed his eyes to savour that momentary peace.
Some of his onlookers were impressed by the sound and length of his torrent, others were more taken aback by—and backed away from—the vast puddle going on ocean surrounding him.
        The violent flood abated to an intense downpour, which further dwindled to an open faucet, before finally slowing to a long thin trickle. As his senses came back to him, he couldn’t help but notice the many pairs of eyes all watching him in what should be a very private moment. Again the crowd’s silence was deafening, his lone meek stream piercing the air. He gave his bladder a final push, emptying its remaining contents in just a few dramatic squirts, and ending this awkward ordeal. Or, so he thought.
        The taur breathed a final tranquil sigh. No more pressure, no more strain, just a happy vacant bladder. The rest of him, unfortunately, was an embarrassed anxious wreck. The children around him erupted into cheers and shouting, as if the act they just witnessed were some beautiful scripted play. “Do you always pee that much?!” One voice asked, never seeing so much liquid come out of a living thing.
        “N-no…”
        “Did you drink a lake?!” Asked another.
        “No, I only had some juice...and tea...and water...and lemonade…”
        “Did it feel good?”
        “Yeah...it felt really good.” The taur answered with a timid kitten smile. Probably the best feeling he had ever felt. He could’ve sworn he was light enough to fly in that moment. 
        “Your butt broke the outhouse!” One boy giggled.
        “Oh yeah…s-sorry.”
        The outhouse was indeed very much broken. The taur attempted to step out of its remains, and accidently finished it off. He ended up taking the top half with him as the too small structure gripped his rump. The bottom half stayed in place, marooned in a sea of pee—which he currently stood in. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” The kids responded with more laughter and ‘ewwws’. “I’ll help fix it I promise!” 
        His apologies didn’t really land with the children who only saw this situation for the entertainment value. The older villagers, upon hearing his explanation and apology responded with pity and head pats for the gentle creature. They explained, much to his chagrin, that had he simply mentioned his plight they could’ve easily found an unused patch of grass away from prying eyes for him to safely relieve himself. Humans have a rather subtle pattern of land use for the untrained eye.
        The villagers also assured the taur that they had many other indoor and outdoor toilets, and that his assistance would not be necessary in rebuilding. Nevertheless he insisted, and with enough pestering, he found himself learning how to use a hammer and nails. The next few days were a bit of trial and error. His crude work had to be constantly corrected, and to be frank, the outhouse would have likely been finished quicker without his “help”, but his endearing presence more than made up for it.
        The “grand re-opening” was a small event attended by the cobbler (who did most of the actual fixing) and the children who guided the taur through his initial episode. The rebuilt outhouse was given a better polish, and an addition of a flower bed next to it by the taur’s suggestion. The taur held a red face throughout the entire event, embarrassed that this was all caused by him in the most unflattering way possible. His face reached an entirely new level of crimson upon the reveal that the outhouse was purposely made wider to fit him. He stepped in at their behest, and sure enough, a perfect fit! He gently denied some of the children’s chants to “test it out” with the excuse of a dry bladder. Humans are so weird…
        When the grueling occasion finally ended, the kitty-taur was happy to head back to town and put the whole incident behind him. He again happily gorged himself on fresh fruits and the occasional mouse, all washed down by their delicious home produced teas and juices. Thanks to his human friends and their present, he need not to worry about having nowhere to ‘go’. As embarrassing as it was, it truly made the taur feel at home.