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Her dream-self walked through her apartment, to the bathroom, and held her privates over the toilet, sighing as she peed into the porcelain bowl, the pleasure of relief shivering up her spine.\n\nBefore she could stop herself, she was awakening to the sound of a gentle trickle against stone, her bladder relentlessly releasing a heavy volume of her piss right onto the floor in front of her, even as she watched. Only halfway through her stream did she finally fully awake, but it was too late for her to stop herself; her golden-yellow liquid continued to pool on the floor, making itself into a large, slightly-steaming puddle. She blushed horribly as she looked at the sight; she’d not done something so embarrassing since she was a foal. Quickly, she looked around, hoping to find a rag of some sort to clean her mess before Vinyl Scratch saw it… though, as she examined her surroundings, it quickly became clear that she had other issues to worry about. \n\nHer surroundings were strange; the floor was made of straight concrete, grey and cold, and the walls were assembled from large, smooth stones paved together with cement. The whole room was lit by the warm light of torches, hanging from the wall like it was a medieval dungeon… and really, that wasn’t the only thing giving off that atmosphere. Snapped chains hung from the wooden ceiling, cobwebs covered the corners, there was no furniture except for rotting wooden shelves. Though, there were much weirder things present. \n\nA square, metal panel, about the size of Octavia’s head, was inserted in the wall, with no clear way to open it. Next to it was a spigot, attached to a bit of clear piping, showing water going to the tap. A few shelves were scattered about, though the only thing on them were four glasses, likely meant for the water, all of which were much cleaner than the rest of the environment. However, the most bizarre thing was located right in the middle of the floor. \n\nThe whole room was on the slightest bit of a decline, the floor tilted at such a small angle that it was hardly noticeable. It was like a funnel, running down to the center, and right in that center was a large square hole, surrounded by clean glass and filled with pure drinking water. Octavia approached, giving it a closer look; it seemed there were pipes on the bottom that went into the floor. Curiously, she grabbed a glass from the shelves, holding it as best she could in her hooves, and she carried it over to the spigot, pushing down on the lever and causing it to let out a gentle stream of water. She released it, stopping the rush, and cautiously, she sipped the liquid. It was definitely water - she couldn’t taste anything weird or off about it. She looked back to the hole; indeed, the water level was a little lower. \n\nShe still didn’t know what kind of situation she was in, but she managed to stay calm, at least, for now. She rubbed her chin… then quickly remembered something important. \n\nShe’d woken up on the floor, pissing herself… and that piss was now steadily creeping down the decline, towards her water source. \n\nHer eyes widened as she looked around the room, desperately in need of some way to clean her mess up; she looked to her puddle to see it gently trickling towards the clean liquid. She didn’t even know what significance the water held yet, she didn’t know if it was her only source of clean drink, but she wasn’t going to take any chances. Before she resorted to throwing herself in the way of the trickle, though…\n\n…a plank in the ceiling moved out of place, pulling itself backward, revealing a ray of fluorescent light coming down. Octavia looked to the new hole, confused, vision slightly blinded by the heavy beam hitting her eyes, but she swore, for just a moment, that she saw the head of a red pony, holding something in their mouth…\n\n…and then, that something fell down… right on top of her face. \n\n“AH!” She yelped in surprise, quickly pulling it off, panting from the sudden fear that her vision being blocked by a foreign object entailed. She examined it, and realized what it was.\n\nA white cloth. \n\nShe sprinted for the puddle and threw the cloth down in front of it, stopping the stream, watching her yellow piss soak into the white cleaning supply and turn it to a much more gross color. She breathed a sigh of relief, calming herself down from her temporary panic - she didn’t even know what was going on, and yet, she was already getting so worked up. She did her best to clean the mess until the floor was more or less spotless. Potential crisis averted; another look at the ceiling revealed the opening to be entirely gone. She tilted her head. She figured it was probably about time she wondered what the hell was going on.\n\nWhat had happened to her? The last thing she could remember was being in her home, playing her cello, getting in her daily practice… when suddenly, she’d been hit with a wave of incredible drowsiness, and she’d wandered off for a nap. And when she’d woken up… she blushed, remembering the details of her embarrassing mishap. \n\nShe shook the cobwebs off her brain; she had more important things to focus on. There was no doubt about it: she’d been kidnapped. She didn’t know who’d done it, or why, or where exactly she was, but none of those details were particularly important - what mattered was escaping. On the far side of the room, across from the spigot and square metal thing, was a rickety wooden staircase, a staircase that led a little above the ceiling; she quickly rushed over and took a look - to her surprise and joy, there was a door! She dashed up, hooves clopping and wood creaking, and she immediately threw her hooves on the golden door knob…\n\n…and of course, it was locked. She sighed; she really wasn’t sure why that had surprised her. The door itself was more than simple wood - it was thick metal, contrasting the appearance of the rest of the basement, as it lacked even a bit of rust or filth. It looked like it’d just been installed. The doorknob had a keyhole in it; it seemed that was her only way out. \n\nShe wracked her brain, trying to figure out what she was supposed to do next. She felt like she was looking at a puzzle that didn’t have all the pieces; clearly, there was something she was missing. Thankfully, one of her best skills was staying calm under pressure, even when that pressure consisted of being trapped inside a small basement with no clue how she got there and no clue how to get out. \n\n[i]THUD![/i]\n\nOctavia quickly turned to the sound of something large hitting the concrete floor, followed by the yelp of a mare. She quickly leaped down the stairs and looked to see, lying on the ground, another pony, one she’d only ever seen once or twice while doing her shopping, and whom she’d had exactly one interaction with - one [i]unpleasant [/i]interaction.\n\n“Urgh…” Sonata Dusk struggled to get to her hooves, rubbing her aching head; she’d had a fairly rude awakening - the moment she’d opened her eyes, she’d found herself plummeting down what felt like a garbage chute, and then, she’d landed face-first on concrete. She quickly turned her head to the place she’d just fallen from, only to see a hatch slowly closing, becoming flush with the wall. “W-what happened? Where am I?” She thought out loud, her voice high-pitched. \n\nOctavia put her face in her hooves and groaned silently; of all the people to be kidnapped with, did it really have to be her? Sure, their only interaction had been short, but it’d been quite enough to give Octavia all she needed to dismiss the new Ponyville resident. They’d both managed to walk right into each other while doing their grocery shopping, ending in both of them losing quite a bit of their produce to the dirty ground, and each of their bodies being stained with some food product from the other pony - not exactly a good first impression for either of them. Perhaps they’d both just been walking mindlessly, too preoccupied to stop their collision, but each had still chosen to place the blame on the other. \n\nSonata’s hair and tail, both dyed with two different colors of blue, swung around as she examined her environment with magenta eyes. Her cutie mark was a heart with a quarter note in the middle, a simple but effective symbol of her musical passions. She wore a black choker with a small red jewel hanging from it, her fur a cool bluish-greenish shade. Honestly, it went quite well with Octavia’s own grey fur - the colors were certainly complimentary - but their personalities were anything but. Octavia scoffed, pushing her flowing, straight, well-groomed black hair back as she turned to look in a different direction. Why was her luck so rotten as to be stuck with someone like her?\n\n“Oh!” Sonata suddenly gasped, jumping slightly as she finally noticed Octavia. “You- you’re that pony from the market! What’s going on? Where am I!?” Her eyes narrowed; she stepped back defensively, suspicious of the cello player. “Did you do something to me!?”\n\nOctavia sighed. “I have a name, you know.”\n\n\n“Don’t care. Why am I here? What do you want with me?”\n\n“Calm down for a moment and stop acting like an angry dog. I know just as much as you do - I woke up here hardly ten minutes ago. I’ve already checked everything, and the only exit I could find was that door at the top of the stairs, which is locked and made of metal. The only thing I [i]do[/i] know is that this…” She motioned to the hole in the middle of the floor. “...is our water supply, and that…” She pointed to the spigot. “...is where the water comes from.”\n\n“Hmm…” Sonata’s eyes stayed narrowed; she walked past Octavia, maintaining their mutual glare, and walked up the stairs, only to confirm that the grey pony was telling the truth: locked metal door. There would be no breaking this thing down. “Hmph. Alright, fine - let’s say you’re not lying right now, and we really are both trapped down here. Why aren’t you freaking out at all?!” Sonata was quick to get in Octavia’s face; the black-haired pony grit her teeth. \n\n“Maybe you don’t realize this, but actually, I [i]am [/i]‘freaking out.’ I just happen to prefer not to express it so outwardly. Now, are we going to work together and try to find a way out of this situation, or would you rather bicker and squabble until we both starve to death!?” Octavia raised her voice as she spoke, stomping her hoof to emphasize ‘death’. \n\nSonata’s eyebrows rose. She’d gotten in the message. “Ugh… alright, fine. What do you propose we do, then, um…” She thought for a moment. “Er, what’s your name?”\n\n“Octavia. And yours?”\n\n“Sonata. That’s funny - our names kind of match, don’t they?”\n\n“Not really. Now, what do you propose we should be doing right now? Because presently, I feel like I’m trying to put together a puzzle with nothing but an empty box.” \n\n“I don’t know… I don’t really see anything. Maybe if we do a little searching, we’ll be able to find something… Though, before that, I do have one little problem on my hooves.” \n\n“And what would that be?” The grey pony’s tone was monotone and bored; she spoke as she looked around the room, prodding the metal square to no result.\n“Is there… some sort of bathroom around here, by chance?” Octavia’s head turned; she looked at Sonata, whose cheeks were rosy, head turned away. “I’ve… [i]really[/i] gotta go.”\n\n“Oh dear Celstia…” Octavia murmured. “I was worried about that, honestly. I don’t see anything that looks like a toilet, no holes or anything, except for the one with all of our clean water in it, of course. And naturally, the floor is on just the slightest decline so any liquid is going to poison our supply. Whoever set this up clearly knew exactly what they were doing - it’s like they specifically wanted us not to be able to… um, expel our waste.” \n\n\n“What about those glasses? Maybe I can just use one of those?” Sonata motioned to the shelf; her back legs were quivering lightly. Her bladder was much more full than she’d anticipated; she bit her lip, holding back her need to pee as best she could, though she was far more desperate than she’d realized at first. The temporary panic at the beginning had blinded her to her need to piss; now, it was all hitting her at once, and it was hitting quite hard. “I, um, r-really need to go.” \n\n“Hmm…” Octavia inspected the glasses. “I don’t think that’s smart - these are the only ones we have, and there are only four. We don’t want to make one dirty, since the only water we have is drinking water, and these are too small to hold your full bladder anyways.”\n\n“Urgh…” Sonata laid down, rolling onto her side and pressing her front hooves against her bladder, swelling as it practically burst with warm liquid waste. “I-I can’t hold it much longer!” Her bite became stronger as she fought back the pangs of sharp pain rolling through her. Her whole body now shivered as she held it back, her whole mind focused on the thought of not peeing, even as that task got harder and harder. \n\n“I just don’t know what to do - there isn’t a single thing that can hold your whole bladder here!” Octavia threw her head back and forth in a panic, tracing every single bit of the basement with her gaze. “M-maybe if I go bang on the door and shout for help, or just for a bucket or something-”\n\n“I can’t wait that long,” Sonata claimed, her voice getting quieter; she was focusing every bit of her effort on holding harder than she ever had before. She tapped her hooves on the stone floor, rubbed her thighs, tried to get her bladder to calm down, but nothing was working. “I-I don’t know what else to do! Octavia, c-can you drink it?”\n\n\n“Drink it!?” The prissy cello player gritted her teeth in disgust. “You must be joking! That’s a ridiculous solution.”\n\n\n“I don’t see you coming up with any better ideas! And besides, would you rather drink one large load n-now, or be drinking piss-water for all the time we’re trapped down here!?”\n\n\n“Ugh…” Octavia looked at the other pony’s crotch, at her exposed slit; she saw the way Sonata was pressing against it with her shaking hooves. She could hear the desperation in her voice. The grey mare quickly looked around more, desperately hoping to find some other solution, but there was simply nothing. “Oh, fine!” She shouted, running over to the blue pony. She shivered with disgust as she laid her own body down and put her snout up to Sonata’s slit, her eyes showing her clear disdain for what she was about to do… but she opened her maw and closed her eyes, putting her lips around the pussy, making sure not even a drop would escape from her. \n\nImmediately, Sonata released her bladder, letting her urine flow wild and free, quickly going from a light trickle to a full-on river of steaming gold. She couldn’t help but sigh in relief as she relieved the tension of her desperation, her body overcome with a great sensation of relaxation and peace. She looked at Octavia, listening to the sounds of her urine trickling onto the mare’s tongue.\n\nThe grey mare had obviously assumed that piss was going to have a less-than-pleasant taste, but she was finding it to be even worse than she’d expected. It was not just incredibly bitter and sour, no, she could’ve handled that - the real issue was how her body treated it. Every swallow was a hard, difficult task, one that required her to concentrate hard and push herself to make the motion, to force a mouthful of pony waste down her gullet. It was physically painful; her body was begging her to stop, but she couldn’t, no matter how much she wanted to. She needed to do this, and she needed to do it well, or there would be much worse issues down the line. The pee was coming out fast; her swallows were frequent and big, loud gulps echoing from her throat as she filled her body with gold. \n\nSonata, on the other hand… was not having nearly as bad of a time. In fact, even though she felt a little bad about it, she was actually enjoying herself a little. Her face went red as she watched Octavia so easily gulp down the hefty stream of urine, a task that was no simple feat. She surely wouldn’t have admitted this easily, but Sonata had some more… out-there tastes when it came to sexual things; her biggest kink was definitely watersports, and she’d engaged in it a few times with her bandmates. And now, as she got this new perspective of Octavia, she found herself thinking that her fellow musician was actually surprisingly attractive… especially when her maw was so full of urine.\n\nFinally, the bladder was empty… and without even thinking about it, Octavia stuck her tongue out and licked the flesh. “Woah!” Sonata said, her body shivering in a sudden burst of pleasure; she barely held back a moan. “O-octavia, w-what are you doing?” She said, her voice stuttering, her face reddening even more. \n\n“I’m cleaning it up, of course. Do you prefer to just leave your privates wet with urine after you finish your excrement?” She pulled away, satisfied with her work. She was surprised - she didn’t feel particularly sick. The sour aftertaste in her throat was unpleasant, but nothing a quick drink of real water couldn’t fix - she filled up a glass from the tap as she spoke. “I do hope I don’t have to do that again - I don’t think I’ve ever done something so gross in my entire life.” \n\n“Yeah, r-right,” Sonata half-heartedly agreed, turning her head away and trying to will away her blush. She tried to hide her horniness, but that was not an easy thing for her - she was an open book when it came to that sort of business. “Well, um… T-thank you.”\n\n“You’re very welcome.” Octavia chugged her water; the aftertaste barely lessened. \n\n“You, um…” Sonata couldn’t stop herself from asking her next question; her lust was making her legs weak. “You don’t, you know, need to go yourself, do you?”\n\nOctavia sighed. “Well, I was hesitant to admit it, but unfortunately, yes, I do. Maybe not quite as badly as you did, but, well, I don’t think I’m too far from becoming a bit desperate.” She looked away, a bit embarrassed, as she asked the next question. “Would you be willing to… y-you know?”\n\nSonata eagerly nodded, but quickly stopped herself. “Oh, um, I-I can, if I really have to, I mean,” she said, chuckling awkwardly.\n\n\n“Alright, well, let me lay down as you did-”\n\n\n“Well, actually…” Sonata said, walking over to Octavia and laying down in front of her, rolling over onto her back. “It’ll be easier like this. Just put your hooves on each side of my stomach, and hover your slit over my face.” \n\n“Hmm… If you say so. I suppose that is a bit easier.” She followed the instructions perfectly, standing over the mare and holding her pussy above Sonata’s snout. “L-like this?”\n\n“Perfect!” Sonata closed her eyes; her tail swayed beneath her as she opened her maw wide, awaiting what was to come next excitedly. “Whenever you’re ready~!” \n\n“You seem… surprisingly fine with this,” Octavia remarked, confused.\n\n“Oh, well, y-you know - no point in making a fuss about it, I guess. And you already did it for me, so I can’t complain.” \n\n“I suppose… well, here it comes.” Without another word, Octavia began to piss, muffling her sigh of relief with her hoof, slightly raising one of her back legs as she aimed the trickle. It went right into the blue mare’s mouth, pittering onto her flesh, quickly filling it up like a bucket, until she finally swallowed it down, only to begin to fill it again. This stream wasn’t as fast as hers, she was in no rush, no hurry, but she took her time and enjoyed it, making sure every gulp was as big as it could be. Sonata shivered in pleasure; she’d learned to ecstatically love that overwhelming, bitter, disgusting taste, enjoying it so much that she felt like she was consuming a dessert. She felt the urge to rub her clit, but she resisted; she couldn’t reveal herself so easily.\n\nThankfully, Octavia was oblivious as could be; she had her eyes closed, and was trying not to think about what was happening behind her, though it was tough. Eventually, her stream did end, and Sonata immediately leaned up and began to lick. “Mmm…” Octavia bit her lip, her face flushed as she resisted a moan; the pony underneath her was only supposed to clean her off, but it seemed Sonata had a taste for a little more, as she couldn’t help but ‘accidentally’ dig her tongue in and lick the cute grey mare’s slit. Still, she stopped before it got too suspicious.\n\nOctavia quickly moved away, hiding her reddened face, still grossed out by this whole affair. “T-thank you,” she said. “I know that… isn’t an easy thing to stomach.” \n\n“No problem!” Sonata responded, surprisingly cheery; the aftertaste was just a pleasant reminder to her. “It wasn’t… well, it wasn’t [i]that[/i] bad, not for me, at least. Don’t hesitate to ask next time, ok?” \n\n“Er, sure, I won’t. Same to you. It’s good that you don’t seem to mind it too much; hopefully I can learn to be the same way, or, preferably, we can find our way out of this before I need to learn.”\n\nBefore they could continue their conversation, a creaking sound came from the wall. Suddenly, a perfectly rectangular and very large part of the stone structure started to move. With loud, robotic whirring sounds, it seemed to pull back and then lower down into a space perfectly made to fit it, revealing a cut-out space.\n\nLike a capsule hotel, the small alcove held a single bed with a small mattress covered by a white sheet, with two similarly-colored pillows near the head and plenty of fluffy white blankets provided. The walls were a slick and smooth black, contrasting the rest of the space, just as the metal door did. \n\n“Woah…” Sonata said, quickly approaching the new location. “This is… weird…” she felt the mattress. “At least it’s comfortable… I was just getting tired, I guess.” She looked to her right; there was a small switch, which she quickly flicked, making the whole room go black, the torches all burning out instantly. She flicked it back up, causing the lights to turn back, the torches somehow re-lighting themselves. “What the… how…”\n\n“Magic, probably,” Octavia claimed, approaching Sonata’s side. “It’s not very big… it hardly looks like it’ll fit two ponies.”\n\n“Well… that doesn’t sound too bad,” Sonata admitted sheepishly. “As long as you don’t mind a little cuddling, we can squeeze in.”\n\nOctavia hardly looked excited, but she miserably nodded. “I suppose it’s better than relegating one of us to the floor.”\n\n“That said, I suppose I am quite tired… even though it hasn’t been very long, I don’t exactly feel super awake. Maybe a little nap would help us both think of some ideas.” \n\n“I suppose that’s true - I’m far from well-rested myself. You can take your nap, then I’ll take mine.” \n\n“Well, actually… are you sure you don’t want to just share?” Sonata pulled the blankets back and climbed in, nestling into the tight space, resting her head on a pillow and holding the covers up to make room for her fellow kidnapped mare. “I want to turn the light off, and it’ll be better if we’re both awake at the same time, won’t it?”\n\n“I supposed that’s correct,” Octavia admitted. She climbed into the bed, not particularly happy about having to squeeze in so tightly… even though Sonata seemed almost happy about it. Still, she moved inwards, away from the edge, not wanting to fall off… forcing her to snuggle right up to the other pony. \n\n\n“Goodnight, Octavia,” Sonata said, flicking the light switch and smiling in the darkness, enjoying the warmth and fuzziness of the other mare’s fur.\n\n“Goodnight, Sonata.” Octavia closed her eyes, trying to force herself to sleep as fast as she could… but only minutes later, she found the lack of heat from the torches to be surprisingly uncomfortable. The blankets did little to warm her up. She shivered, not wanting to admit that she needed Sonata’s body warmth…\n\n…and luckily for her, she didn’t have to. “It’s really cold; Octavia, can I cuddle you closer?”\n\nOctavia sighed, though this time, it was a sigh of relief. “I suppose that’s acceptable.” The two ponies wrapped their legs around each other, pulling each other close, letting their mingle and their body warmth trade between them… and soon enough, they were both sound asleep, each smiling from the simple pleasure of the simple cuddle.\n\nIt was just unfortunate that Octavia had drunk so much right before going to sleep; the two of them would not be having a pleasant awakening.\n\n-------------\n[b]Enjoyed the story? Want more? Check me out on Patreon and get access to all my stories early as well as tons of exclusives, all for only $5! 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This story contains: FxF, trapped, kidnapped, romance, watersports, cuddling, omorashi, pee desperation
Word count: 4841
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Ponyville was rarely the type of town to face issues that amounted to anything more than what simple friendship could solve; even when things got serious, the bearers of the elements of harmony were ready to step up. However, to solve a problem, one has to know that it exists.
DJ Pon-3 read the small post-it note left on her turntable. “Off on a trip to perform in Maretropolis, will be gone for a while.” Signed, Octavia. The DJ shrugged and went back to mixing music - it was nothing unusual for her to have the house to herself for long periods of time when her roommate was off performing. Nothing to be suspicious of at all - even her cello was gone.
Meanwhile, there were hardly any trails that needed to be erased when it came to Sonata Dusk - she’d only recently taken up residence in Ponyville, and she didn’t live with anypony. Nopony would notice she was gone, not even her neighbors - she’d hardly been there for less than a week. However, if anypony did find themselves curious, a simple piece of paper on the door would lead them astray: “I’m out on a tour with my bandmates, will be gone for a while.” Nopony thought anything of it - they hardly even knew her, after all.
And so, business continued like usual in Ponyville… while life was anything but usual for Octavia and Sonata.
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Octavia was generally not the type of pony to have issues with sleeping. Her life was on a fairly rigid, predictable schedule, and she liked it that way. She was also lucky to be a heavy sleeper - otherwise, her roommate would’ve been unbearable to share the house with. However, tonight, she was not having a particularly restful slumber.
She was dreaming, having one of the worst types of dreams one could have, the type where you feel the need to pee, and you don’t even realize you’re dreaming until it’s too late. Her dream-self walked through her apartment, to the bathroom, and held her privates over the toilet, sighing as she peed into the porcelain bowl, the pleasure of relief shivering up her spine.
Before she could stop herself, she was awakening to the sound of a gentle trickle against stone, her bladder relentlessly releasing a heavy volume of her piss right onto the floor in front of her, even as she watched. Only halfway through her stream did she finally fully awake, but it was too late for her to stop herself; her golden-yellow liquid continued to pool on the floor, making itself into a large, slightly-steaming puddle. She blushed horribly as she looked at the sight; she’d not done something so embarrassing since she was a foal. Quickly, she looked around, hoping to find a rag of some sort to clean her mess before Vinyl Scratch saw it… though, as she examined her surroundings, it quickly became clear that she had other issues to worry about.
Her surroundings were strange; the floor was made of straight concrete, grey and cold, and the walls were assembled from large, smooth stones paved together with cement. The whole room was lit by the warm light of torches, hanging from the wall like it was a medieval dungeon… and really, that wasn’t the only thing giving off that atmosphere. Snapped chains hung from the wooden ceiling, cobwebs covered the corners, there was no furniture except for rotting wooden shelves. Though, there were much weirder things present.
A square, metal panel, about the size of Octavia’s head, was inserted in the wall, with no clear way to open it. Next to it was a spigot, attached to a bit of clear piping, showing water going to the tap. A few shelves were scattered about, though the only thing on them were four glasses, likely meant for the water, all of which were much cleaner than the rest of the environment. However, the most bizarre thing was located right in the middle of the floor.
The whole room was on the slightest bit of a decline, the floor tilted at such a small angle that it was hardly noticeable. It was like a funnel, running down to the center, and right in that center was a large square hole, surrounded by clean glass and filled with pure drinking water. Octavia approached, giving it a closer look; it seemed there were pipes on the bottom that went into the floor. Curiously, she grabbed a glass from the shelves, holding it as best she could in her hooves, and she carried it over to the spigot, pushing down on the lever and causing it to let out a gentle stream of water. She released it, stopping the rush, and cautiously, she sipped the liquid. It was definitely water - she couldn’t taste anything weird or off about it. She looked back to the hole; indeed, the water level was a little lower.
She still didn’t know what kind of situation she was in, but she managed to stay calm, at least, for now. She rubbed her chin… then quickly remembered something important.
She’d woken up on the floor, pissing herself… and that piss was now steadily creeping down the decline, towards her water source.
Her eyes widened as she looked around the room, desperately in need of some way to clean her mess up; she looked to her puddle to see it gently trickling towards the clean liquid. She didn’t even know what significance the water held yet, she didn’t know if it was her only source of clean drink, but she wasn’t going to take any chances. Before she resorted to throwing herself in the way of the trickle, though…
…a plank in the ceiling moved out of place, pulling itself backward, revealing a ray of fluorescent light coming down. Octavia looked to the new hole, confused, vision slightly blinded by the heavy beam hitting her eyes, but she swore, for just a moment, that she saw the head of a red pony, holding something in their mouth…
…and then, that something fell down… right on top of her face.
“AH!” She yelped in surprise, quickly pulling it off, panting from the sudden fear that her vision being blocked by a foreign object entailed. She examined it, and realized what it was.
A white cloth.
She sprinted for the puddle and threw the cloth down in front of it, stopping the stream, watching her yellow piss soak into the white cleaning supply and turn it to a much more gross color. She breathed a sigh of relief, calming herself down from her temporary panic - she didn’t even know what was going on, and yet, she was already getting so worked up. She did her best to clean the mess until the floor was more or less spotless. Potential crisis averted; another look at the ceiling revealed the opening to be entirely gone. She tilted her head. She figured it was probably about time she wondered what the hell was going on.
What had happened to her? The last thing she could remember was being in her home, playing her cello, getting in her daily practice… when suddenly, she’d been hit with a wave of incredible drowsiness, and she’d wandered off for a nap. And when she’d woken up… she blushed, remembering the details of her embarrassing mishap.
She shook the cobwebs off her brain; she had more important things to focus on. There was no doubt about it: she’d been kidnapped. She didn’t know who’d done it, or why, or where exactly she was, but none of those details were particularly important - what mattered was escaping. On the far side of the room, across from the spigot and square metal thing, was a rickety wooden staircase, a staircase that led a little above the ceiling; she quickly rushed over and took a look - to her surprise and joy, there was a door! She dashed up, hooves clopping and wood creaking, and she immediately threw her hooves on the golden door knob…
…and of course, it was locked. She sighed; she really wasn’t sure why that had surprised her. The door itself was more than simple wood - it was thick metal, contrasting the appearance of the rest of the basement, as it lacked even a bit of rust or filth. It looked like it’d just been installed. The doorknob had a keyhole in it; it seemed that was her only way out.
She wracked her brain, trying to figure out what she was supposed to do next. She felt like she was looking at a puzzle that didn’t have all the pieces; clearly, there was something she was missing. Thankfully, one of her best skills was staying calm under pressure, even when that pressure consisted of being trapped inside a small basement with no clue how she got there and no clue how to get out.
THUD!
Octavia quickly turned to the sound of something large hitting the concrete floor, followed by the yelp of a mare. She quickly leaped down the stairs and looked to see, lying on the ground, another pony, one she’d only ever seen once or twice while doing her shopping, and whom she’d had exactly one interaction with - one unpleasant interaction.
“Urgh…” Sonata Dusk struggled to get to her hooves, rubbing her aching head; she’d had a fairly rude awakening - the moment she’d opened her eyes, she’d found herself plummeting down what felt like a garbage chute, and then, she’d landed face-first on concrete. She quickly turned her head to the place she’d just fallen from, only to see a hatch slowly closing, becoming flush with the wall. “W-what happened? Where am I?” She thought out loud, her voice high-pitched.
Octavia put her face in her hooves and groaned silently; of all the people to be kidnapped with, did it really have to be her? Sure, their only interaction had been short, but it’d been quite enough to give Octavia all she needed to dismiss the new Ponyville resident. They’d both managed to walk right into each other while doing their grocery shopping, ending in both of them losing quite a bit of their produce to the dirty ground, and each of their bodies being stained with some food product from the other pony - not exactly a good first impression for either of them. Perhaps they’d both just been walking mindlessly, too preoccupied to stop their collision, but each had still chosen to place the blame on the other.
Sonata’s hair and tail, both dyed with two different colors of blue, swung around as she examined her environment with magenta eyes. Her cutie mark was a heart with a quarter note in the middle, a simple but effective symbol of her musical passions. She wore a black choker with a small red jewel hanging from it, her fur a cool bluish-greenish shade. Honestly, it went quite well with Octavia’s own grey fur - the colors were certainly complimentary - but their personalities were anything but. Octavia scoffed, pushing her flowing, straight, well-groomed black hair back as she turned to look in a different direction. Why was her luck so rotten as to be stuck with someone like her?
“Oh!” Sonata suddenly gasped, jumping slightly as she finally noticed Octavia. “You- you’re that pony from the market! What’s going on? Where am I!?” Her eyes narrowed; she stepped back defensively, suspicious of the cello player. “Did you do something to me!?”
Octavia sighed. “I have a name, you know.”
“Don’t care. Why am I here? What do you want with me?”
“Calm down for a moment and stop acting like an angry dog. I know just as much as you do - I woke up here hardly ten minutes ago. I’ve already checked everything, and the only exit I could find was that door at the top of the stairs, which is locked and made of metal. The only thing I do know is that this…” She motioned to the hole in the middle of the floor. “...is our water supply, and that…” She pointed to the spigot. “...is where the water comes from.”
“Hmm…” Sonata’s eyes stayed narrowed; she walked past Octavia, maintaining their mutual glare, and walked up the stairs, only to confirm that the grey pony was telling the truth: locked metal door. There would be no breaking this thing down. “Hmph. Alright, fine - let’s say you’re not lying right now, and we really are both trapped down here. Why aren’t you freaking out at all?!” Sonata was quick to get in Octavia’s face; the black-haired pony grit her teeth.
“Maybe you don’t realize this, but actually, I am ‘freaking out.’ I just happen to prefer not to express it so outwardly. Now, are we going to work together and try to find a way out of this situation, or would you rather bicker and squabble until we both starve to death!?” Octavia raised her voice as she spoke, stomping her hoof to emphasize ‘death’.
Sonata’s eyebrows rose. She’d gotten in the message. “Ugh… alright, fine. What do you propose we do, then, um…” She thought for a moment. “Er, what’s your name?”
“Octavia. And yours?”
“Sonata. That’s funny - our names kind of match, don’t they?”
“Not really. Now, what do you propose we should be doing right now? Because presently, I feel like I’m trying to put together a puzzle with nothing but an empty box.”
“I don’t know… I don’t really see anything. Maybe if we do a little searching, we’ll be able to find something… Though, before that, I do have one little problem on my hooves.”
“And what would that be?” The grey pony’s tone was monotone and bored; she spoke as she looked around the room, prodding the metal square to no result.
“Is there… some sort of bathroom around here, by chance?” Octavia’s head turned; she looked at Sonata, whose cheeks were rosy, head turned away. “I’ve… really gotta go.”
“Oh dear Celstia…” Octavia murmured. “I was worried about that, honestly. I don’t see anything that looks like a toilet, no holes or anything, except for the one with all of our clean water in it, of course. And naturally, the floor is on just the slightest decline so any liquid is going to poison our supply. Whoever set this up clearly knew exactly what they were doing - it’s like they specifically wanted us not to be able to… um, expel our waste.”
“What about those glasses? Maybe I can just use one of those?” Sonata motioned to the shelf; her back legs were quivering lightly. Her bladder was much more full than she’d anticipated; she bit her lip, holding back her need to pee as best she could, though she was far more desperate than she’d realized at first. The temporary panic at the beginning had blinded her to her need to piss; now, it was all hitting her at once, and it was hitting quite hard. “I, um, r-really need to go.”
“Hmm…” Octavia inspected the glasses. “I don’t think that’s smart - these are the only ones we have, and there are only four. We don’t want to make one dirty, since the only water we have is drinking water, and these are too small to hold your full bladder anyways.”
“Urgh…” Sonata laid down, rolling onto her side and pressing her front hooves against her bladder, swelling as it practically burst with warm liquid waste. “I-I can’t hold it much longer!” Her bite became stronger as she fought back the pangs of sharp pain rolling through her. Her whole body now shivered as she held it back, her whole mind focused on the thought of not peeing, even as that task got harder and harder.
“I just don’t know what to do - there isn’t a single thing that can hold your whole bladder here!” Octavia threw her head back and forth in a panic, tracing every single bit of the basement with her gaze. “M-maybe if I go bang on the door and shout for help, or just for a bucket or something-”
“I can’t wait that long,” Sonata claimed, her voice getting quieter; she was focusing every bit of her effort on holding harder than she ever had before. She tapped her hooves on the stone floor, rubbed her thighs, tried to get her bladder to calm down, but nothing was working. “I-I don’t know what else to do! Octavia, c-can you drink it?”
“Drink it!?” The prissy cello player gritted her teeth in disgust. “You must be joking! That’s a ridiculous solution.”
“I don’t see you coming up with any better ideas! And besides, would you rather drink one large load n-now, or be drinking piss-water for all the time we’re trapped down here!?”
“Ugh…” Octavia looked at the other pony’s crotch, at her exposed slit; she saw the way Sonata was pressing against it with her shaking hooves. She could hear the desperation in her voice. The grey mare quickly looked around more, desperately hoping to find some other solution, but there was simply nothing. “Oh, fine!” She shouted, running over to the blue pony. She shivered with disgust as she laid her own body down and put her snout up to Sonata’s slit, her eyes showing her clear disdain for what she was about to do… but she opened her maw and closed her eyes, putting her lips around the pussy, making sure not even a drop would escape from her.
Immediately, Sonata released her bladder, letting her urine flow wild and free, quickly going from a light trickle to a full-on river of steaming gold. She couldn’t help but sigh in relief as she relieved the tension of her desperation, her body overcome with a great sensation of relaxation and peace. She looked at Octavia, listening to the sounds of her urine trickling onto the mare’s tongue.
The grey mare had obviously assumed that piss was going to have a less-than-pleasant taste, but she was finding it to be even worse than she’d expected. It was not just incredibly bitter and sour, no, she could’ve handled that - the real issue was how her body treated it. Every swallow was a hard, difficult task, one that required her to concentrate hard and push herself to make the motion, to force a mouthful of pony waste down her gullet. It was physically painful; her body was begging her to stop, but she couldn’t, no matter how much she wanted to. She needed to do this, and she needed to do it well, or there would be much worse issues down the line. The pee was coming out fast; her swallows were frequent and big, loud gulps echoing from her throat as she filled her body with gold.
Sonata, on the other hand… was not having nearly as bad of a time. In fact, even though she felt a little bad about it, she was actually enjoying herself a little. Her face went red as she watched Octavia so easily gulp down the hefty stream of urine, a task that was no simple feat. She surely wouldn’t have admitted this easily, but Sonata had some more… out-there tastes when it came to sexual things; her biggest kink was definitely watersports, and she’d engaged in it a few times with her bandmates. And now, as she got this new perspective of Octavia, she found herself thinking that her fellow musician was actually surprisingly attractive… especially when her maw was so full of urine.
Finally, the bladder was empty… and without even thinking about it, Octavia stuck her tongue out and licked the flesh. “Woah!” Sonata said, her body shivering in a sudden burst of pleasure; she barely held back a moan. “O-octavia, w-what are you doing?” She said, her voice stuttering, her face reddening even more.
“I’m cleaning it up, of course. Do you prefer to just leave your privates wet with urine after you finish your excrement?” She pulled away, satisfied with her work. She was surprised - she didn’t feel particularly sick. The sour aftertaste in her throat was unpleasant, but nothing a quick drink of real water couldn’t fix - she filled up a glass from the tap as she spoke. “I do hope I don’t have to do that again - I don’t think I’ve ever done something so gross in my entire life.”
“Yeah, r-right,” Sonata half-heartedly agreed, turning her head away and trying to will away her blush. She tried to hide her horniness, but that was not an easy thing for her - she was an open book when it came to that sort of business. “Well, um… T-thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.” Octavia chugged her water; the aftertaste barely lessened.
“You, um…” Sonata couldn’t stop herself from asking her next question; her lust was making her legs weak. “You don’t, you know, need to go yourself, do you?”
Octavia sighed. “Well, I was hesitant to admit it, but unfortunately, yes, I do. Maybe not quite as badly as you did, but, well, I don’t think I’m too far from becoming a bit desperate.” She looked away, a bit embarrassed, as she asked the next question. “Would you be willing to… y-you know?”
Sonata eagerly nodded, but quickly stopped herself. “Oh, um, I-I can, if I really have to, I mean,” she said, chuckling awkwardly.
“Alright, well, let me lay down as you did-”
“Well, actually…” Sonata said, walking over to Octavia and laying down in front of her, rolling over onto her back. “It’ll be easier like this. Just put your hooves on each side of my stomach, and hover your slit over my face.”
“Hmm… If you say so. I suppose that is a bit easier.” She followed the instructions perfectly, standing over the mare and holding her pussy above Sonata’s snout. “L-like this?”
“Perfect!” Sonata closed her eyes; her tail swayed beneath her as she opened her maw wide, awaiting what was to come next excitedly. “Whenever you’re ready~!”
“You seem… surprisingly fine with this,” Octavia remarked, confused.
“Oh, well, y-you know - no point in making a fuss about it, I guess. And you already did it for me, so I can’t complain.”
“I suppose… well, here it comes.” Without another word, Octavia began to piss, muffling her sigh of relief with her hoof, slightly raising one of her back legs as she aimed the trickle. It went right into the blue mare’s mouth, pittering onto her flesh, quickly filling it up like a bucket, until she finally swallowed it down, only to begin to fill it again. This stream wasn’t as fast as hers, she was in no rush, no hurry, but she took her time and enjoyed it, making sure every gulp was as big as it could be. Sonata shivered in pleasure; she’d learned to ecstatically love that overwhelming, bitter, disgusting taste, enjoying it so much that she felt like she was consuming a dessert. She felt the urge to rub her clit, but she resisted; she couldn’t reveal herself so easily.
Thankfully, Octavia was oblivious as could be; she had her eyes closed, and was trying not to think about what was happening behind her, though it was tough. Eventually, her stream did end, and Sonata immediately leaned up and began to lick. “Mmm…” Octavia bit her lip, her face flushed as she resisted a moan; the pony underneath her was only supposed to clean her off, but it seemed Sonata had a taste for a little more, as she couldn’t help but ‘accidentally’ dig her tongue in and lick the cute grey mare’s slit. Still, she stopped before it got too suspicious.
Octavia quickly moved away, hiding her reddened face, still grossed out by this whole affair. “T-thank you,” she said. “I know that… isn’t an easy thing to stomach.”
“No problem!” Sonata responded, surprisingly cheery; the aftertaste was just a pleasant reminder to her. “It wasn’t… well, it wasn’t that bad, not for me, at least. Don’t hesitate to ask next time, ok?”
“Er, sure, I won’t. Same to you. It’s good that you don’t seem to mind it too much; hopefully I can learn to be the same way, or, preferably, we can find our way out of this before I need to learn.”
Before they could continue their conversation, a creaking sound came from the wall. Suddenly, a perfectly rectangular and very large part of the stone structure started to move. With loud, robotic whirring sounds, it seemed to pull back and then lower down into a space perfectly made to fit it, revealing a cut-out space.
Like a capsule hotel, the small alcove held a single bed with a small mattress covered by a white sheet, with two similarly-colored pillows near the head and plenty of fluffy white blankets provided. The walls were a slick and smooth black, contrasting the rest of the space, just as the metal door did.
“Woah…” Sonata said, quickly approaching the new location. “This is… weird…” she felt the mattress. “At least it’s comfortable… I was just getting tired, I guess.” She looked to her right; there was a small switch, which she quickly flicked, making the whole room go black, the torches all burning out instantly. She flicked it back up, causing the lights to turn back, the torches somehow re-lighting themselves. “What the… how…”
“Magic, probably,” Octavia claimed, approaching Sonata’s side. “It’s not very big… it hardly looks like it’ll fit two ponies.”
“Well… that doesn’t sound too bad,” Sonata admitted sheepishly. “As long as you don’t mind a little cuddling, we can squeeze in.”
Octavia hardly looked excited, but she miserably nodded. “I suppose it’s better than relegating one of us to the floor.”
“That said, I suppose I am quite tired… even though it hasn’t been very long, I don’t exactly feel super awake. Maybe a little nap would help us both think of some ideas.”
“I suppose that’s true - I’m far from well-rested myself. You can take your nap, then I’ll take mine.”
“Well, actually… are you sure you don’t want to just share?” Sonata pulled the blankets back and climbed in, nestling into the tight space, resting her head on a pillow and holding the covers up to make room for her fellow kidnapped mare. “I want to turn the light off, and it’ll be better if we’re both awake at the same time, won’t it?”
“I supposed that’s correct,” Octavia admitted. She climbed into the bed, not particularly happy about having to squeeze in so tightly… even though Sonata seemed almost happy about it. Still, she moved inwards, away from the edge, not wanting to fall off… forcing her to snuggle right up to the other pony.
“Goodnight, Octavia,” Sonata said, flicking the light switch and smiling in the darkness, enjoying the warmth and fuzziness of the other mare’s fur.
“Goodnight, Sonata.” Octavia closed her eyes, trying to force herself to sleep as fast as she could… but only minutes later, she found the lack of heat from the torches to be surprisingly uncomfortable. The blankets did little to warm her up. She shivered, not wanting to admit that she needed Sonata’s body warmth…
…and luckily for her, she didn’t have to. “It’s really cold; Octavia, can I cuddle you closer?”
Octavia sighed, though this time, it was a sigh of relief. “I suppose that’s acceptable.” The two ponies wrapped their legs around each other, pulling each other close, letting their mingle and their body warmth trade between them… and soon enough, they were both sound asleep, each smiling from the simple pleasure of the simple cuddle.
It was just unfortunate that Octavia had drunk so much right before going to sleep; the two of them would not be having a pleasant awakening.
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