Holding it for the Tribe [Warning: Bladder Plugging] [By SalmonMcClearn]


------------ Chapter I ------------

It was not rare for Ta'Hira to be somewhat nervous about the traditional duties she had to fulfill as the new leader of their little African Clawless Otter tribe. She had been thrown involuntarily into this at fairly young age for such a position: As soon as she matured.
Today however was set to be an especially troublesome ritual on the plan. The ancient writings were describing how this task was required for a leader to keep their position and grant another year of prosperity and safety for the tribe.
The aspects it entailed were less thrilling for the young otter lady though. When one of the eldest showed her what she had to do, she had swallowed hard, almost thinking they wanted to fool her. It definitely wasn't fooling though when she had been shown a small, very beautifully decorated utensil. It was cone shaped except for a narrow section right below the base, larger than the average earring and had one of the largest gems their people possessed on one end.

This utensil had been described to her as a plug of fate because its usage will denote the near future of herself as well as of her tribe. It sounded so easy when the elders said "Just wear it 'inside' from one sunrise until the sun sets twice without interruption.". Of course it was implied she could not just wear it anywhere 'inside' - it had to be her pee hole! And that from one morning until the next day's evening - or roughly 36 hours in mainland's time units.
The otter lady could hardly imagine how that was doable. She was not really known for a weak bladder or anything, often needing to stay busy and hold it while doing other duties all day long, but at least in the evening, a good relief - usually during a lovely, deep swim - was more than welcome, not to say unavoidable.

She hardly had a choice however. No way she wanted to disappoint the people who looked up at her and who were just starting to finally trust her as the head of the tribe.
At first she had hoped she could just do this mostly in secret not to have much attention drawn to her, but she certainly planned that without knowing the true extend of this ritual importance.

Very early on the day when it would begin, easily half the tribe had gathered around her hut, accidentally waking her up with noises. Confused she stood into the entrance with her sarong still loosely attached only to be asked whether she was "holding it" already. Upon negating that, she was met with disappointment and the realization that she had no time to loose, let alone prepare.

Quickly she nodded to the people and headed back into the only actually private room of the tribe leader's hut and closed the door. Ta'Hira realized that she did not have had an opportunity to release herself a last time! For sanitary reasons, their huts didn't have toilets inside. Otters like her were counting themselves as creatures of the sea in this regard after all.
With the people waiting outside, she had no choice. She would have to keep the pee that had gathered since the last evening as well!

Finally having made up her mind, she grabbed the plug which she had prepared yesterday and sat onto her hay cushioned bed where she pulled her blue Sarong aside - her very typical and about only cloth. Ta'Hira's private folds were covered in very short fur, giving them a smooth, firm look when she arched her back to see what she was doing.
A slight shudder went down her spine when she felt her own breath touching her slit which she parted carefully with her paws.
With the ornamented plug in her paw, she made sure she could see her little peehole before she started to press the very tip of the utensil against it.
"Nhh, it is cold.. Oh gosh, how is that supposed to fit?...", she muttered to herself but she could hear the people outside and behind her covered window getting restless and noisier. "I.. I just have to take it...", *she concluded.

Sucking in a few deep breaths in preparation, the otter lady spread her legs more in hope that would enable her little urethra to handle this easier. Then she picked up a pillow and squeezed it below her butt with help of her tail while still holding the plug in place.
Eventually she started leaning forward until the large gem on the flat side could be pressed against the compressed pillow - the tip still guided exactly at her peehole.*

"A..AHh.. nnnghh..."
A mix of pleasured moan and groan of pain could be heard - probably even outside the hut - when Ta'hira finally dropped her body-weight against the pillow and this way pushed the plug over half the way in!
Her brown furred body twitched on the spot while she hugged the pillow with one paw and desperately held the plug with the other one, moving it ever so slightly in hope to make it slip deeper. It felt so strange to have something prying open this untouched tunnel of hers that was certainly not made for penetration.
Biting her lips she started humping the pillow until the metal cone finally slid deeper and deeper. To her slight surprise she noticed how her paw was covered in her juice fluids by now. Fondling down there had certainly aroused her it seemed. In every case she was glad for any lubricant now when the thickest part was about to slip in.

However first a different kind of feeling threatened to overwhelm her. When another fraction of an inch slipped in, Ta'hira felt a raging urge to pee - or more like the feeling of peeing itself.
She gasped audibly and lifted her hips to look at herself, fearing she was soiling her pillow. It was only her fluids of arousal that had left a small, darker patch on the pillow though and she realized that the plug must have pried her sphincter open while at the same time fulfilling its purpose of keeping her sealed. As a result, her muscles were in the position exactly like when she was normally relieving her bladder; just that nothing could come out.

"Just.. just a little bit more..", *she told herself before she resumed the pressure and slammed her hips back against the pillow once more.

This was finally enough and with a small plop sound, the thin part of the plug finally slipped in past her outer peehole, locking the plug in place.
Ta'hira panted heavily, still hugging the pillow while her crotch was aching and yet burned in arousal at the same time. "I have done it!", she whispered proudly to herself, forgetting for a moment that this was merely the very beginning.

She needed several minutes for that and someone even knocked at her door, worrying about her, but eventually she had gathered enough strength to stand up again.
Laying in the bed it already was a very new feeling for the otter lady but walking like this was even strange. She could feel it move slightly down there alongside her legs. The shape of the plug fulfilled its purpose perfectly though as it didn't seem like there was any risk of it slipping out accidentally.
In fact Ta'hira wondered how hard it would be to pull it out in the end. That was a task for literally another day though. When this fact went through her mind she had to gulp, especially because while the feeling of constantly peeing was confusing her senses down there, she was quite sure that she had a very slight urge to actually release her bladder - no doubt that was because of what had gathered in her bladder during the night.

She regretted now not to have been more persistent to find a way to relieve herself a last time - even a flower pot would have done the job - but now it was clearly too late.
With a sigh she arranged her Sarong again, covering her still slightly moist folds which had that beautiful, golden-rimmed gem just slightly above the middle.
Trying to ignore the strange mix of feelings she opened her door and smiled the best she could at the people who quickly scooted out of the hut, knowing they normally were not all at once allowed inside without permission.

The elders guided Ta'hira across the yard surrounding the hut and leading to the center of their little village where the tribe leader's throne was.
The young otter rarely used that extensively decorated seat as this was more of a relic from past times where the tribe leaders were supposedly more totalitarian. However the elders persisted that during most of the ritual she had to sit there - where everyone would be able to see her.
They assured that she would be provided anything she needed and indeed there were jugs of water around and she could see that a fireplace had been prepared for a large meal in the village later.

------------ Chapter II ------------

The day was progressing rather slowly. Ta'Hira denied when she was being offered drinks not to load her bladder even more but having to stay out here in the sun was certainly not helping her thirst. By the time it was lunch, the otter lady felt how the pressure in her abdomen grew gradually more and more. Roughly six hours had passed since the morning, meaning about 30 more to go until the challenge would be over.
The thought of that alone made her shudder, especially since she had involuntarily started about 8 hours earlier than intended due to her missed bathroom break...

However the smell of all the cooked goodies distracted her a bit at least and she managed to ignore the issue while conversing with her tribe members and feasting. However a slight twinge in her abdomen made her shift her legs every time she reached for something to drink. She had tried to resist but she knew it was everything but a good idea to go for that long without drinking something.
In fact after lunch, Ta'Hira could not hold onto her thirst anymore and even filled her stomach quite a bit more than she would normally do. With a worried sigh she walked back to the throne but at least a couple more hours had passed.

At the comfortable seat, her paw ran quickly across her abdomen where she felt her blue sarong being a bit tighter than usual. She assumed she had just eaten too much.


Ta'hira spent the rest of the afternoon doing her usual tasks of her position like organizing where their people transported goods, constructed things and of course the more personal topics like giving advice to people who seek her for help or to resolve disputes.
Nothing too unusual happened, except that she had to do more of those things from this seat of hers.

As time passed by, the otter lady became more and more restless. Her legs twitched occasionally and she tugged them together from time to time, whenever a pinch within her bladder made her do so.
With the plug inserted, it sort of felt like she was constantly peeing and as a result, her body constantly expected the relief from that. A relief that never came though and which was sought after more with with every minute that passed.

Ta'hira felt the urge to reach between her legs, push at the plug a bit just to make the nagging feeling change. However she had noticed that she was being watched by the people. Her throne was the center of the busy village after all and as she had heard, it was on purpose that the tribe leader needed to be seen during most of the ritual.
Therefore she didn't want to do too much of an obvious act regarding the pressure she was under. She was too proud of that. Yet...

It was quite a relief when a small dinner had been prepared and she could finally go inside and sit at a table where nobody would see the lower half of her body. While she pretended to eat as normally, her paw rushed as quickly as possible between her legs. She was not quite sure what to do since it wasn't like she had the feeling she would leak. There was no reason to bury her paw between her legs like for a - very embarrassing - potty dance.

Instead, she started to rub along her lower belly and now she realized that she definitely had not just eaten too much. Her abdomen was bulging a fair bit due to her bladder! It felt a bit hard and she almost dropped her spoon when she applied some pressure to that bulge. She naturally blushed, not daring to look into anyone's eyes before she continued her meal. With her other paw she kept carefully rubbing below the table though in hope to lessen the pressure a bit. The Sarong was certainly not helping unfortunately.

The dinner had resulted in her drinking another glass of apple juice and feel but at least it passed time until the late evening.
Finally she could excuse herself and return to her hut to sleep. However two of the elders didn't miss the opportunity to remind her of the duty to keep the sacred "utensil" inserted. With a sigh she had to agree obviously but then scooted immediately into her private room.

One could probably hear through the door how she gasped when she untied her cloth, finally giving herself room. Worried and amazed at the same time she sat carefully onto the bed and looked down at herself. Her abdomen had a truly significant bulge formed by the nearly 24 hours worth of pee.
"I am only at the half time mark...", the otter whispered to herself, shaking her head. Carefully she gave her abdomen a slight rub. The added pressure made her twitch but in a way it was not unpleasant. She kept stroking through the smooth fur of her lower belly until she started to feel the weak wind that always crossed their simple huts, between her legs. With surprise she realized that she was wet down there.

For a moment she thought the plug might not be perfectly sealed but she quickly realized that it was something else. She was aroused and careful touches around her privates certainly confirmed that.
Ta'Hira blushed deeply. It was of course not unusual for her to feel those urges - especially as she didn't have a mate - but she had not expected to get horny from having a full bladder like that. "Maybe it's just that something's inserted down there.. even if in the wrong hole", she thought to herself but her paw had already started to "work".

Knowing very well what she needed, Ta'hira rubbed at her sensitive spot and occasionally pumped a finger or two into her most intimate hole. She even made use of the plug, pushing lightly at it and the waves it sent through her bladder certainly helped.
Knowing that the walls were thin, the otter lady was used to having to stay silent, but it was more troublesome than ever this time. "M..m..Mhwwhhh..." She even resorted to clamping her mouth and holding her breath to not moan from the top of her lungs when she reached her peak in no time.

Deeply exhausted and with wide sprawled legs, she dropped onto her pillow, panting. Her bladder was pulsing and she really wished she could just pull the plug out, but she resisted - she was a brave tribe leader after all.
The orgasm had helped however. She had feared how much trouble she would have to fall asleep, but with her energy spent, it happened soon.

As it was to be expected, Ta'hira dreams were wild. Her subconscious mind thought of hundreds of ways how she could pee freely and no doubt that she would have made a huge mess out of her bed if it weren't for the plug that ensured that everything remained inside.

------------ Chapter III ------------

The next morning started early. Bathed in sweat, Ta'Hira woke up barely after sunrise. She was still sprawled on her back and thus instinctively her body tried to curl when a jolt of pressure hit her abdomen. Unfortunately that only made it worse by adding more pressure to that now volleyball sized bladder of hers.
Her eyes shot open and she had to spread her legs again to calm down. Worried she gave her bulge a careful rub. Massaging gently did help a bit but she could feel how stretched her skin was.

Eventually she stood up from her bed. She could feel jolts of pressure on every step she made and again the air currents gave her the known feeling between her legs - where she could hardly peek at because of the bulge now. "This.. this will keep me constantly aroused, won't it?..", she muttered to herself with a sigh before she grabbed her sarong. Ta'Hira had trouble tying it. There was no way to have it as tight as usual and so she had to apply it more loosely, with the result that involuntary peeks below it were not excluded. This was not really her main concern at the moment however.

As it was typical for her - and for most members of the tribe - she headed out of the hut and down to the lake for their variant of a morning shower. Since it was earlier then usual, she hardly met anyone and she did her best to greet the few she met, as normal as possible, even if their glances clearly were on her abdominal bulge.
At least she knew underwater she would properly have her privacy. She was able to dive deeper and longer than most other members.

However as soon as she started to fill her lungs for a deep breath to hold, she almost yelped in pain. The pressure on her bladder nearly double from the deep breath as her lung volume was reducing the space it had to expand. Quickly she exhaled again while she waded into the water. It seemed like she would have to stay fairly close to the surface today.


Eventually it was breakfast time and Ta'Hira returned to her seat at village center where people were even busier than yesterday. She couldn't help it but believe that a fair number of people did not really have any duties there. Instead they were around specifically to watch her!
The otter lady sighed when she sat onto the throne as comfortably as she could. That meant with wide spread legs.

Naturally she drank as little as possible alongside the breakfast. Afterwards she attempted to continue her usual duties from yesterday, but it turned near impossible. The jolts of pressure from her abdomen were coming regularly now. By lunch it happened almost every ten seconds and every time she twitched on the spot and lost track of what she was currently saying.
At least the people seemed to be understanding but Ta'Hira also noticed that more and more people were gathering around and only left when it was lunchtime.

The tribe leader otter was starting to doubt whether she could make it through this ritual. Her crotch was drenched in arousal at that point and no position on her seat was providing relief at all anymore. The worst part was her sarong which was already tied as loosely as possible and yet it felt like it was constricting her bladder.

In the afternoon, Ta'Hira could focus on nothing but her bladder anymore. She knew she was roughly at the 40 hours mark, counting the 8 hours worth of pee from the night before the ritual because she had not managed to have a leak in time in the morning.
So technically she had fulfilled the goal of the ritual for herself when it came to pure time, but the ancient writings clearly stated that she had to hold until sunset - 4 hours more at that point!

Ta'Hira's look was glassy and she barely saw the people around her when she crossed and uncrossed her legs restlessly.
In the end, the inevitable happened: Her sarong went more and more loose with every movement and eventually slipped fully apart!
First, the otter lady was hit with a wave of relief due to the slightly reduced pressure but her eyes went wide when she heard a a wave of "Ahh...'s and Oohh...'s" from her people.

Immediately she tugged her legs together, but she knew she had already shown everyone her most intimate spots.
This wasn't that much of a hassle for her compared to the average mainlanders - after all fairly lightweight cloth was the norm on their island, but exposing herself in front of most of the village still brought a red flush across Ta'hira already strain-revealing cheeks.
The reactions were however clearly a good sign. They were impressed by the volume of her bladder.

Only seconds passed until Ta'Hira could not hold her legs together anymore - they added too much pressure. With a shallow sigh she relaxed her haunches once more, showing off semi voluntarily.
The gems of the ornamented plug sparkled in the very slowly setting sun, drawing only more attention to her wet folds.

------------ Chapter VI ------------

With little doubt, this felt like the longest day of her life to Ta'Hira. She had resorted to not hiding anything anymore and instead was just rubbing her almost basketball sized bladder bulge.  She could feel how stretched her skin was. If looking close, one could even see hints of veins through her short fur.
It pulsed almost every second with a strange mix of agony and pleasure. For a little while, Ta'Hira actually considered pleasuring herself just for satisfaction, but she was worried about what that would do to her distended bladder and of course that also might be a bit more than what the people wanted to see...

With awe she repeatedly looked at the sun-clock which was int he village center almost in front of her, to see how much longer she had to wait.
Every minute was an adventure for the young otter but she withstood the urge to pull the plug finally out. She told herself that if she made it for this long, then she can even a bit more!

To her surprise, about half an hour before the final time, two of the elders greeted her with great respect - something she was not quite used to from them in the past - and told her that they all had to go to a "sacred lake" to finish the ritual.

Ta'Hira gulped as walking was everything but easy in her condition, but she got help by some assistants. Nevertheless very shakily she made it through the small forest around their village. Most tribe members followed them.
The sacred lake was more like a m´pond she had not paid attention to in the past. The water was crystal clear though and in fact it looked quite comfy.

"Lay on your back and float. When the time comes, you will be relieved and you have fulfilled your duty.", the elders told her almost in canon. Was this saying part of the ritual? Ta'Hira was not capable of thinking much about that right at the moment. The mentioning of relief was clogging her mind!
So she just nodded and slowly waded into the clear water of the pond which was already surrounded by people.

With a deep sigh, she closed her eyes and rolled onto her back. The water was sweet water and thus not as buoyant as seawater, but with her otter snout, she was still perfectly capable of floating motionless and yet breathe.
Her bladder felt quite a bit lighter from this position. The pressure barely changed, but at least there was no weight to carry anymore.

Just like this, the young tribe leader floated and floated. She did not directly keep track of the time, but things just felt.. natural to her now.
At one point she felt the urge to spread her legs and use her tail underwater to push herself slightly up. She took a quick gasp of air before her head submerged fully as a result of that.
Ta'Hira was not thinking about how much she was revealing herself to everyone when her haunches parted more. There was no embarrassment on her mind. In fact it was rather a bit of pride that she was still keeping her bladder after 44 hours.

Holding her breath and still with closed eyes, she suddenly felt some movement. The plug that had held surprisingly tight despite this enormous pressure and time, started to loosen! She almost gasped on the water when it began to slip and right when the sun disappeared behind the hills, throwing just a dim, orange light upon the scenery, the gem-decorated utensil plopped out to sink towards the ponds bottom. It even almost shot out!

Ta'Hira could literally feel the tension of everyone watching intently and for a brief moment, she wondered whether she was already peeing. To her own surprise, her sphincter was holding tight for the very, very moment. After so long pried open by the plug's force, it had snapped in position. However it was clearly a loosing battle.

The otter's face scrunched with a very last jolt of pain when her bladder contracted one more time and the gallons of pee finally made their way out!
Ta'Hira's tail stiffened instinctively, pushing her her hips out of the water by a few inches just when a golden stream exploded from her firm folds.

A literal fountain sprang from her parted slit, or more exactly, from her peehole which had been visibly distended by the plugging utensil for so long. It was a powerful stream that arched almost all the way to the shore.
Another wave of amazed sounds came from her people before they broke out in cheering.

With her ears below the water, Ta'Hira did not hear that very clearly and even if she could, her mind had something entirely different to focus on RELIEF!
Finally sweet sweet relief that made her whole body shake and the stream splash around. The otter lady had pushed herself very very far with such an overfilled bladder and as a result, every single cell in her body had waited for this very moment.

Determined to even add to the fountain and relief, Ta'Hira brought both her paws to her bladder bulge which had barely shrank yet and pressed hard on it. Due to the movement, she almost toppled over, upside down with her hips right above water level where her folds were spreading the fountain straight up easily five feet into the air.

Down with her face underwater, Ta'Hira was starting to run out of breath since she hardly had managed to take a deep gasp before. Nevertheless she was determined to stay under until this was over even if the relief was starting to make her moan bubbles out.* "A..AAA..aahhgbhblbrgbl..."
Her sound was even somewhat audible by the people above the surface while the 44 hours worth of stored urine were making their way out of her body.

People kept cheering as long as her stream was going. Ta'Hira managed to open her eyes - naturally having good vision underwater as an otter - but this only made her blush more madly when she realized that the water around her became noticeably yellow.
"M..mwgbl.."
Her chest was protesting against the long time underwater with little air, but at least her bladder was finally starting to feel empty.
She could only assume how long she had been doing this, but she was sure that it was at least two minutes until the leak finally turned into a few, small spurts.

"O..Ohhgrbgblbl..."
The otter lady lady let out a last bubbly moan, actually arching her body more to squeeze her last air out for that loud expression of utter relief. Then she finally could close her legs again and push her head out of the water for a big gasp.

Her tribe cheered at her once more while she tried her best to recover from the true adventure she had gone through those past two days. Her paw rubbed at her abdomen where her bladder certainly felt sore. She could already sense that she would have quite a bit of trouble holding much, if any liquid at all for the next few days.
But she did prove herself and she was proud; knowing that her parents would likely be as well.


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Drawn by :iconSalmonMcClearn:
Thank you soooo much! <3

More info on my brave otter here by the way: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39828159/
And here a close up of this special "utensil" she used for the challenge~ https://www.dropbox.com/s/juuvbu8iirm1qbq/Kinksheet.png?dl=0 (also drawn by SadLeen like the refsheet)