It was a bright and sunny day. The sky was clear of clouds and a fine breeze blew through the summer air. It was a perfect day to travel via airship, but Krystal was far from enjoying herself. The blue fox was a prisoner aboard the Flying Galleon, the main flying vessel of General Scales and his SharpClaw soldiers. In a cage too small for her, she was forced to sit on her knees. Her hands were chained together to the cage bars in front of her so she couldn’t try anything, not that she could with her staff taken from her. Her cage was placed topside on the poop deck of the ship right next to General Scales’s throne. The general sat next to Krystal holding her staff between his artificial claws while drinking from a mug of beer with his one real hand. He seemed to be ignoring his prisoner, his attention mostly on the wild and silly antics of his drunken crew. His soldiers were partying hard on the main deck, drinking, and dancing, and having a good time at the good-willed expense of their leader.
 	As shameful as it was to be a prisoner of the SharpClaw tyrant, Krystal had a more embarrassing and urgent matter: she desperately needed to pee. It had been hours, nearly a day and a night since she last had the chance to relieve herself and she was nearing her limit. Her bladder sat heavy in her abdomen filled to bursting with pee. It pulsed with pain, punishing the fox for going so long without a toilet break. The bloated pee balloon took up room in her abdomen as it filled, swelling her belly outward, but her tightly tied loincloth gave it little room to expand. Krystal whimpered silently as she felt her bladder contract, trying again to rid itself of its liquid load against her will. Liters of pent-up pee crashed hard on her clinched sphincter, but Krystal held out until the surge of desperation passed and her bladder relaxed. The cage was too small for her to move in, and her hands were bound. She could do nothing, not even hold her crotch or cross her legs to give her a sense of relief. She squirmed in place, shifting her legs as much as she could to ease her discomfort when the general wasn’t looking. No matter what she did, the painful fullness of her bladder would not cease, only worsen as it continued to fill. 
 	At his point, Krystal knew it was only a matter of time before she wet herself. Her bladder was tired of holding its burden. So far, her inner levy was holing out, but she wasn’t going to last much longer. She looked up at her captor with hateful eyes. It was one thing to be captured by this brute, but why did she have to suffer so much just to in up completely soiling herself in front of him and his men? She couldn’t believe her luck. “Just what did I do to deserve such shame?” Krystal wondered over and over…

 	Hours ago, Krystal was moving through the jungle late at night. She and her boyfriend, Neo, had heard reports that saurians were being captured and imprisoned at a secret SharpClaw base. Using the CloudRunner temple as a base of operations, they set out to investigate. After days of working through rumors, clues, and dead ends, they found what they were looking for. While searching most of the night through the jungle, they found a well-hidden fortress near the mountains. Staying out of sight in the tree line of the jungle, the blue fox and wolf scouted around the fortress and found that it was heavily fortified with many SharpClaw warriors paroling the area. Outgunned, outmanned, and with no idea of how to get into the base, let alone how to get the prisoners out, it was best for Krystal and Neo to retreat, regroup and plan a method of attack. Krystal used her telepathy and tried to contact the CloudRunner temple for help. “Something’s not right,” she told Neo, “No one is responding.”
 	“Damn. That’s not good. Talk about bad timing,” the wolf said. “Looks like I’ll have to go back to the temple myself and get reinforcements. It shouldn’t take me long to go and come back. You keep an eye on things here and tell me if anything changes.”
 	“Be careful,” she said worryingly.
 	“Don’t worry about me. Just don’t do anything reckless until I get back,” Neo said with a smile as he went back into the jungle the way they came, leaving Krystal alone to watch the base.
 	As Krystal watched, she opened her mind and listened to the mental chatter of the guards. That was how she learned that the Sharpclaws would moving their prisoners to another base where they would be put to work. Try as she might, she could not learn where this other base was, only that they were leaving first thing in the morning. If the SharpClaws transported the prisoners, Krystal didn't know how long it would be before she found them again. She had to think of something fast and act right then and there.
 	She opened her mind again and concentrated on finding Neo. "Neo! I found out the SharpClaws are going to move the prisoners to another base. We have to save them before they take off!"
 	"I'm a little busy over here!" Neo thought back. Though his mind, she could hear the sounds of a battle going on. Turns out the reason the CloudRunners weren’t responding was because they were under attack by a troop of SharpClaws. "You can’t attack the base on your own! Just stay put! I'll catch up to you in a bit!"
 	"But it can't wait! They could leave anytime…" But she couldn’t sense him anymore. Neo’s mind was closed off to focus more on the battle. Well, calling for help was out, Krystal thought. It would take too much time to meet up with Neo and then come back, and someone had to watch the base in case anything changed. With no other choice, she stayed put.
 	For the next hour or two, Krystal watched the base from the safety of the tree line. She scanned the walls for weakness and entry points, the guards' patrol patterns, and listened in on their thoughts. She learned little and the chances of saving the prisoners were looking slimmer by the minute. As the sky started to light up with morning sunlight, there was still no sign of her boyfriend or reinforcements. Krystal realized that time was running out. She had to make a move soon. “Neo, I’m going in.”
 	“No! Wait!” Neo called back, “We’re on our way! We just need a little time.”
 	“I can’t wait! It’s now or never!”
 	As Krystal prepared to move out on the fortress, she was suddenly aware of her need for a toilet break. Throughout the night, she drank heavily from her canteen to deal with the summer jungle heat, and over time her bladder filled with what she drank. She had been feeling the need but was so focused on finding and rescuing the prisoners that she felt a pee break could wait. Besides, taking a piss in the jungle so close to the enemy was just asking to be caught with your pants down (in Krystal’s case, her loincloth down). At the moment when she has to act, her bladder made it known that its full and that she should really stop and empty it. “I don't have time for this now, “she thought. Every second counted. Despite the heavy fullness of her bladder, Krystal took her staff in hand and started her mission. 
 
 	Even with the rising sun, Krystal was able to use the remaining darkness to sneak in unnoticed. In the fortress, she found an airship docked in the loading area. She recognized the ship. “The Flying Galleon,” she muttered its name, “If that’s here, then General Scales is here.” She was not fit for a direct fight against him at the moment. “I just got to be careful not to run in to him.” She could hear the thoughts of prisoners throughout the base, but the ones already loaded on the ship were her main priority. Freeing them or disabling the ship engine would keep the SharpClaws from taking off, slowing them down until Neo came with help. The blue fox stealthily took down two guards as she made her way onto the ship and below the deck. She found cages filled with five CloudRunner prisoners. She told them to keep quiet as she shot the locks on their cages and shackles with fire blasts from her staff.
 	"Someone's going to hear that, so we don't have much time" she told them. "Hurry and escape into the sky. Return to your clan as fast as you can and tell them what is going on." The flying saurians ran to the top deck then quickly took off into the sky. 
 	The last prisoner Krystal freed was a large blue CloudRunner. He offered to take her with him. She was ready to jump on its back when suddenly, she felt a huge hand grip the back of her neck. She gagged as she was lifted into the air. Her assailant took her staff and flung her into one of the smaller cages. Krystal hit her head on the bars hard. She was in pain, but it wasn't enough to knock her out. She looked up to see a large smiling SharpClaw looking down on her. "General Scales!" Krystal growled his name with hate.
 	Scales turned his attention to the CloudRunner. Krystal commanded, “Run! Run and get help!” The bluish flyer ran out of the ship and took to the sky, leaving Scales and an imprisoned Krystal below deck alone. “You’re too late, general! Your prisoners have escaped.” Krystal mocked fearlessly.
 	Scales seemed not to care. “So what? We can always enslave more. My men have gotten so good at it, it’s become a fun past time for them,” he chuckled. 
 	Two SharpClaw soldiers came running into the room. "Sir, the CloudRunners are getting away!” one of them reported to his leader, “The ship is ready. If we get in the air now, we can pursue and…”
 	“No, don’t bother,” the general said calmly, "We know they’re going back to the CloudRunner Temple. We can capture more CloudRunners at our leisure. We wasted enough time here, and I want to get back to our base. Besides, I think that we gained something more valuable!" He chuckled as he stared down at the poor trapped fox. "Prepare to take off and bring her cage topside to the poop deck!” The soldiers did as they were told, placing her cage right next to a huge chair. Threatening her with their swords, they made her to stick her hands out the cage so they could chain them together to the bars.
 	Minutes later, the Flying Galleon was taking off from the base. All the while, Krystal tried to contact Neo via her telepathy, but her head was in so much pain she couldn’t focus her thoughts. It was already too late, for the ship was already floating away from the fortress. As she looked around trying to think of a plan, General Scales took his seat with her staff in his prosthetic claws and out of Krystal’s reach. Trapped in a cage on an airship surrounded by enemies with no weapons, she was on her own. 
 	“Welcome to the Flying Galleon!” the general told her. “What do you think of my fine vessel?” 
 	“It’s as disgusting as you are,” Krystal told him.
 	Scales turned to his soldiers, “Gather around, Soldiers!” The SharpClaws gathered on the main deck in front of the poop deck. Scales stood proudly above them all., “Behold! The little menace behind our prisoner’s escape!” He said as he pointed to Krystal. The soldiers booed the fox. When they calmed down, Scales continued. “It’s but a small loss. That just gives us a reason to terrorize more CloudRunner temples.” The crew cheered with their swords and spears raised high. “This time, it might be easy…Well, easier than usual. My spies tell me that this creature is a good friend of the CloudRunners. We will simply trade her for more prisoners. And if they do not take the trade, well…” He gave the cage a swift kick. “I could always use a new pet!” Some of the soldiers laughed, but one in the back of the crowd shouted, “Why don’t we just eat her?” they mumbled in agreement.
 	“Hmmm! Now THAT is a better idea!” Scales agreed with a laugh.
 	A shiver of fear ran down Krystal’s spine which she felt all the way into her core. Her flooded bladder decided it was a good time to remind her that it needed to be emptied, the urgency greater than before. Krystal could only clamp her thighs together and resist the urge, being careful not to allow her desperation nor let her fear show. “You’re truly as evil as they say, general!” she spat at him.
 	Scales and his crew laughed at her poor insult. "You know what, men? You been working hard and I'm in a good mood. Open up the beer! Let's celebrate!" The Sharpclaws cheered and chanted General Scales's name. Some ran below deck and came back topside rolling huge barrels of beer. They passed around mugs and lined up to the barrels to fill them. Before long, everyone had a mug of beer and was singing and dancing. The general watched his crew from his seat on the poop deck as merriments commenced. "See, I'm not so evil, now, am I?" Scales told his captive.
 	Krystal just scoffed at the general and turned away, turning her attention to finding a way out of this mess. Her bladder was more than a distraction than the crew’s bad singing. She dealt with it the only way she could; by clamping her legs together and clinching her inner muscles tight. She hadn’t been on the ship for very long, but it was enough time for her bladder to fill further with pee, making her already urgent need worse. She never in her life would have thought she could be in such a situation. “If Neo ever knew about this, he would never let me hear the end of it,” she thought. 
 	Krystal tried to call out to her boyfriend with her mind, but she was still in too much pain to focus for proper communication. At the very least, she called out to him making a distress signal of her own. No matter where she was on the planet, her telepathic call should reach him and he should be able to know her location, but she had to stay focused until he came. However, her aching bladder was a troublesome distraction. She wanted to pee so bad, and her bladder wasn’t about to let her forget about it, but she had to bear the pain for the time being. As she focused on the signal, she kept her head down, trying to look as uninteresting as possible to the SharpClaws.

 	All the while, the soldiers continued their little party. Two of the soldiers carried a barrel of beer up to the general. They sat the barrel on a stool and turned on its spigot to fill a mug for Scales. The sound of liquid pouring into the deep container was enough to make Krystal’s bladder act up. All too sudden, she felt her waters slam against her clinched sphincter. Her entire body tensed as she struggled not to wet herself, her inner muscles working hard to keep her pee in check. When the mug filled, the sound stopped, and the wave eased off letting the fox relax and concentrate on her signal. 
 	Unknown to Krystal, the general did notice her squirming. He was aware of Krystal’s need to pee ever since the ship took off. He smirked with ominous intent as he got an evil idea. “Pour out another mug-full for our ‘guest.’” He motioned to the cage beside him. As Krystal looked at him in confusion, he glared back at her with a wicked smirk. “Don’t want it to be said that we don’t show hospitality around here.”
 	 The soldier grabbed another mug and filled it up, Krystal’s ear twitched to the sound of more liquid flowing and started to squirm again. When she noticed Scales looking at her, she kept herself still, but within her the muscles of her sphincter fought a fierce battle with her bladder. Her piss swirled within her gut, slamming against her pee hole as it searched for a way out, but Krystal would not allow herself to show weakness in front of these brutes!
 	The soldiers finished pouring the beer and pushed the mug to her. “Drink!” they commanded. 
 	“Not thirsty,” Krystal growled back. Actually, she would love a drink. The summer heat was not kind to her, but the last thing she needed was something more for her bladder to hold, especially alcohol!
 	“You not refuse gift from General Scales!” the soldier said. “Drink or be forced to drink!”
 	It was in Krystal’s best interest not to cause any trouble for herself. She needed the Sharpclaws to leave her alone, and obeying was the best way to do that. “I have to play along for now,” she thought. Her hands were chained to the bars of her cage, but she could still hold the cup to her mouth if she stuck her head through the bars. Putting the heavy mug to her mouth, she started to drink. She wanted to guzzle the beer quickly and get it over with, but the beverage was bitter and so hardy that was difficult to swallow. As the bubbly liquid poured down her throat, she felt its coolness all the way down to her bladder. The pee balloon throbbed in protest as her body took in more liquid, but Krystal ignored it while she pushed herself to finish the beer. 
 	The general sipped his own beer as he watched Krystal struggle with her drink, taking delight in her suffering and at her poor job at hiding her desperation. When she finished, he ordered, “Another! Give her another! Me, too! It’s a party after all!” The SharpClaws followed orders, pouring themselves, their leader, and the fox another drink. Krystal swallowed hard as she readied herself for another drink, then put the mug to her lips. The beer was no easier to swallow a second time. She swore she could feel the beer flowing through her and into her bladder.
 	Meanwhile, Scales called for the ship’s Captain. “Captain, take the scenic route near the falls," he ordered.
 	The SharpClaw captain gave the general a questioning look. "Um…sir, that put us behind schedule…" When Scales give him a threatening sneer, he changed his mind. "But if that what General wants." The captain then shouted orders to the men to adjust the ship's course toward the waterfalls. 
 	The Flying Galleon, once flying high and fast over the jungle, had slowed down, and lowered in altitude. Veering a bit off course, the air ship flew toward a huge nearby waterfall. A clear powerful river split into four water falls that poured heavily over the 500-foot cliff into the river below. Looking over the side, the SharpClaws couldn’t see anything but fog, but could hear the river flowing under them. Fog rose up and over the nearby jungle, covering it in a cloud of thick mist.
 	“Let the ship hover here for a bit,” General commanded the captain. “Ah, some wonderful scenery for the men while we party! Don’t you agree?” He questioned his prisoner." 
 	When Krystal refused to answer one of the soldiers kicked her cage, spooking her enough for a small leak to escape her hold. “Yes...uh, v-very nice,” she quickly responded. The scaled ones laughed at her answer. Krystal blushed as she realized too late how weak she sounded. She hoped they would leave her alone, but the general ordered for her to have another drink. Halfway through the third beer, Krystal was finding it hard to focus her thoughts. The strong alcohol was affecting her mind and her telepathy lost its strength. The sound of the waterfalls was pure torture for they made her only think of easing her most urgent of needs. She couldn’t maintain her distress signal and gave up on it, instead turning her focus to calming the raging ocean in her bladder. She just had to hope that Neo would find her without the signal and that she wouldn’t wet herself before then.
 	As nearly an hour passed, Krystal’s hope for a rescue was fading. She was forced to watch as the SharpClaws drunk, danced and sang like it was no tomorrow. However, General Scales only pretended to watch his soldiers have the time of their lives, for his attention was elsewhere. “They better enjoy this while they can, because as soon as we get to the new base, they’re working triple shifts,” the tyrant general thought. All this good treatment wasn’t for them, but for the sake of breaking the blue fox caged at his side. He could have easily crushed her in his claws, or anything else much worse the moment he saw Krystal, but where was the fun in that? During his many years as a mighty tyrant, Scales had learned that although it took more time and effort, it was more fun and convenient to break the spirit of his victims rather than kill them, and this foreigner fox was no different. He was going to make an example of her to the CloudRunners and show everyone what happens when you cross General Scales. However, first, he had to break Krystal’s spirit. Making the proud fox wet herself was a fun way to start. “She’s trying so hard to look tough in front of the big bad SharpClaw,” Scales thought, “It’s cute, almost amusing, but in the end, it’s just an act. She may have a strong spirit, but that just means it would be all the more fun to break.” Every once in a while, he would glance at Krystal. The fox was sitting still with her head down, and her ears and tail drooped, obviously trying not to draw attention to herself. Her hips would not stop moving as her body shifted to find a more comfortable position but there was none to be had. The general smirked with satisfaction. “Not much longer now, furball…”
 	Krystal was in agony. The beer slowly found its way into her bladder, filling and stretching the pee balloon a mere iota from its bursting point. Her lower belly was swollen from her bladder filling it out, stretching her white furred skin tight over it. The waistline of her loincloth cut into her bloated belly, pressing into her bladder, and denying it any room to expand. Her body trembled as all her energy and focus was put into keeping her waters from flowing. Her muscles ached from the fatigue of holding for so long and sitting in such a cramped space. She squirmed in the cage, wishing she could at least cross her legs or squeeze her crotch. Such actions would give her a little relief at least. It was sheer willpower that was the only thing keeping her pee in one place, but the call of nature was growing too strong.
 	The fox’s bladder was so painfully full, she started to think that she might actually burst. She had never heard of such a thing happening, nor did she want to know if it could happen to her. “Maybe it would be better if I just let go,” she thought. Of course, it would be shameful wetting her cage like some animal, but the embarrassment of wetting herself was a better hell than dying of a ruptured bladder. Shamed, but alive, unless Scales had some other forms torture in store for her. 
 	On the plus side, with the beer out of her system, her drunkenness was wearing off, but she still couldn’t focus. The pain of holding so much pee in her strained bladder was too much for her to think of anything else. If only I could just pee a little, the vixen thought.
 	“You look uncomfortable, my guest.”
 	The sound of Scales’s voice addressing her sent a shiver down her spine. She looked up at him to find the SharpClaw looking at her with a smug grin. “Maybe another drink will relax you.”
 	“I rather die than drink any more of your filth!” Krystal growled. The thought of downing any more of that terrible beer made her cringe.
 	Scales didn’t look the least bit shaken by her comment but looked at her with eyes full of malice. In a calm yet threating voice, he replied, “That can easily be arranged, furball. If you do not like my hospitality, then I will give you my hostility.”
 	Before their conversation can go further, Krystal and Scales were distracted by an uproar in the crowd of reveling SharpClaws. Suddenly, a very drunken solider stepped to the edge of the ship and climbed atop the railing. Facing outward toward the waterfalls, he pulled his manhood out and started to piss heavily into the wind. The other SharpClaws laughed at the sight before a few of them joined their companion on the railing. The crew grew boisterous with betting and cheering, as they started to make a contest out of it, seeing who could piss the furthest or pee the longest time. 
 	Krystal turned away from the sight, both disgusted and envious of their relief. Scales noticed her reaction and took the opportunity to make her suffer. "Ha! Let me show you boys how it’s done!" the general yelled at his men. They all turned to him as he left Krystal’s staff beside his chair and rose from his seat, then took a spot on the railing along with his men. They cheered their general as he jumped into the contest. The bets became one sided for no one was crazy enough to bet against the general. Scales aimed his dick over the railing and let out guttural a sigh of relief as he peed a heavy stream falling into the waters below. The crew cheered their leader as his stream with further than the others and lasted longer than any of them. 
 	Krystal almost wanted to cry. She couldn’t understand why fate would play such a cruel trick on her. She was forced to watch her enemy relieve themselves so carefreely while she had to hold her pee in pain and silence. Her bladder was on the very brink of bursting! It ached so much she felt like there was a ball of hot water sitting on her pelvis. She didn’t care about anything else, she just wanted to pee! She didn’t care she didn’t have a toilet, all she needed to do was just let go but she couldn’t. Not in front of these brutes. It just wasn’t fair, she wanted to scream. 
 	Scales finished his pee, putting the rest of his men to shame. He then turned to his prisoner, “What about you, furball? Think you can do better?” The soldiers laughed at the general’s joke. “Come to think of it, you haven’t had a chance to pee since you got on our merry vessel. You must be about to burst over there. Would you like to relieve yourself? What do you guys think? We tie her to the railing so she can pee over the side?” the crew laughed heartly, “You know what, furball, I tell you what: I’ll put you against my finest men. You beat them, and you can go free.” The crew were rolling on the floor drunk with laughter. Krystal kept her head down because she didn’t want to show how red in the face she was. She was at her limit. The was no doubt about that. She could feel her sphincter losing its grip as her muscles tired. Her bladder was so full, it couldn’t take a drop more. A sudden leak into her loincloth was a sign of what was about to happen. She gritted her teeth as she struggled to hold on, putting the last of her energy into the task. 
 	General Scales could see the weakness in her. She was about to break. He grinned at his absolute victory. He knew of course this wouldn’t completely break her spirit, but it was a good start. He had a lot more terror already planned for her.
 	Suddenly, Krystal noticed a purplish seed falling down from above right on top of the crew. She knew a bomb spore when she saw one. When it touched the head of the unsuspecting SharpClaw, Krystal braced herself for impact. The following explosion knocked most of the SharpClaws on their tails, while only fazing General Scales. With most of the soldiers stunned, a bluish wolf with a sword fell down from above, plunging his blade into the ship’s sails to slow his descent to the deck.
 	“Neo!” Krystal called her boyfriend’s name with new hope. Seeing that they had an intruder, the soldiers jumped to their feet. Neo skillfully fought his way toward the poop deck. The wolf was outnumbered, but drunk SharpClaws were no match for a master swordsman. They tripped over each other more than fought, and those that managed to cross blades with Neo were quickly felled by his quick swordplay. “Look out!” Krystal warned. Neo turned just in time to see the general swing at him with his claws. Scales roared furiously as he swung blindly at the wolf again. Neo parried and countered with a kick that knocked the general back into a group of SharpClaws. As they stumbled over each other, Neo took advantage of the time he bought and dashed up the poop deck stairs to Krystal's cage. 
 	"Happy to see me, babe?" Neo said to her with a grin.
 	Krystal could only smile, "It took you long enough."
 	“It’s not my fault. The traffic on this planet is crazy!" He bashed the locks on her hands and cage with his sword. The second the cage door swung open Krystal moved to get out. She was on her knees for hours, so suddenly rising sent blood rushing to her head. As she stood, she felt the full weight of her pee in her abdomen slosh about. She didn't have a chance to respond to it as Neo grabbed her and pulled her close for a deep passionate kiss. They both knew to cut the reunion short for the SharpClaws were quickly coming up the stairs. 
 	"Don’t let them get away." Scales ordered. The SharpClaws had picked themselves up and were advancing on the poop deck. 
 	Krystal grabbed her staff from Scales’s chair before Neo pulled her to the side of the ship. The fox and wolf looked over the edge. There was nothing but water and fog below them, but the river below was too shallow for a jump at this height. "What now?" Krystal questioned.
 	"Hurry! Jump!" Neo commanded.
 	"What?"
 	"Trust me! Just jump!"
 	With no time to discuss further, Neo and Krystal went over the side of the ship, with Scales just missing them with a swipe of his claws. The SharpClaws looked over the ship side into the fog and saw a fox and a wolf flying off on a bluish CloudRunner. "After them!" the general roared. “Get this ship moving! NOW!”
 	"The sails are torn, sir," captain responded as he pointed at the sails Neo tore, "We can't pursue until we repair them!"
 	"Change those sails, now!" The general roared at his crew. “If you don’t get your worthless tails in gear, I will rip them from your spines!” The few solders that weren’t too injured from the bomb spore or Neo’s sword were still trying to snap out of their drunken stupor enough to follow orders. Fear of their leader got them to their feet, but they were still too drunk to get their minds straight.
 	Meanwhile, the blue CloudRunner carrying Neo and Krystal flew away from the waterfalls and off over the jungle. The three of them chuckled as they could hear an angry general roaring at them. "That's what you get!" Neo laughed back. He then turned his attention to the vixen riding behind him. “You alright, Krystal?
 	“Alright as I’ll ever be,” she replied. “Wait, I know this CloudRunner…”
 	“My name is Swift,” the CloudRunner told her. “You rescued me this morning. When Neo said that he was coming to save you, I knew I had to return the favor.”
 	“Thanks, you two. I was starting to lose hope back there.”
 	“Sorry, we took so long. When I went back to the temple, the CloudRunners were under attack by SharpClaws. We took care of them, and when the CloudRunners regrouped we're on our way to the base. But by the time we reached the fortress, the ship you were on had flew off already. The CloudRunners you saved told us were to find you and thanks to your distress call, we were able to pinpoint you. After that everything was easy."
 	Krystal wasn’t listening to a word they were saying. Since the danger had passed, Krystal’s need to pee made itself known with a vengeance. She knew she wasn’t going to hold out a moment more. “I understand we’re in a hurry, but you have to land! Right now!” she said.
 	“Huh? Why do you-“
 	A sudden jet of pee escaping her loins made her scream, “Just land already!”
 	“Okay! Okay! Swift, let’s go down!”
 	They quickly flew down onto a small clearing. Krystal was trying to hold on until they landed, but the leaks were getting worse. Before Swift could fully land, Krystal was already putting both her legs over one side and jumping off. The jump was short, but the impact was enough to shake her bladder, triggering a heavy leak of warmth into her loincloth. Krystal pressed both hands into her crotch and dashed full sprint for the trees. 
 	Krystal didn’t have the time to find the perfect tree. She stepped behind the first big tree she spotted. She tossed her staff to the side, then grabbed the helm of her loin cloth. She whimpered and pranced in place as she hastily struggled to pull her loincloth down. Pee was already leaking non-stop by the time she got her cloth around her legs then lowered into a squat. She leaned back against the tree, and with a heavy sigh, Krystal at long last surrendered control of her bladder. 
 	She gasped as the heavy torrent of pee erupted from her loins like a rocket. So much pressure behind the heavy stream, it shot out a few feet before it arched to the forest floor. Soft soil was splashed away by the torrent, leaving a small furrow in the ground.
 	“Wow! You could have just said you needed to pee. Sheesh!"
 	Krystal looked up and saw Neo standing a few meters away with his back to her. “Do you mind? Can I get some privacy?” She shouted at him.
 	“Hey, sorry, I was worried. You just ran off into the jungle without saying anything you know.”
 	"What's happening over there? is she alright?" the concerned CloudRunner called to them.
 	"It’s okay. She’s just taking a pee break!" Neo replied.
 	Swift sighed in relief, “Oh, okay…”
 	"Don't tell him that!" Krystal snapped. Her face was red with embarrassment.
 	Neo shrugged, "What do you expect me to tell him?"
 	Krystal sighed, “Just let me pee in peace!”
 	“Okay! Okay! I’m gone,” Neo walked away from the tree, giving Krystal her privacy. She sighed. Finally, she caught a moment’s peace. Nothing more but to relieve herself of the liquid burden she had been carrying for so long.
 	Right then, the Flying Galleon flew over the trees above them and off into the distance. Neo and Swift hid among the trees as the ship passed them by. They could hear General Scales roaring at his crew men to move the ship faster. “I don’t think the spotted us,” Neo said.
 	“Looks like they can’t see us,” Swift added, “It’s all the fog from the waterfalls.
 	“We gave them the slip. Looks like stopping and hiding in jungle was a good idea. We should get moving before they realize it though.”
 	However, Krystal wasn’t going anywhere soon. Almost a full minute passed by and she was still peeing hard into the dirt. Krystal didn’t care how long it took; she just wanted her bladder to be completely empty. It was no surprise to her she was taking so long, especially considering how desperate she was a few minutes ago! If there was another time in her life when she needed to pee that bad, Krystal didn’t remember it, nor did she ever want to be that close to bursting her bladder again! She put a hand on her abdomen where her bladder sat and could feel it deflating through her stomach. She pressed down and let out a small gasp as the torrent grew stronger. She couldn’t believe there was so much pressure. So much pee! “Wow! How did I hold it for so long?” she muttered to herself, “It’s a miracle I didn’t burst!”
 	“Krystal! We got to get going!” Neo shouted.
 	“In a minute!” Krystal snapped back. She then muttered to herself, “I can’t help it if I still need to pee, and I can’t stop it.” She had to admit she was taking a while to finish, but she was not going to be rushed. It was another long minute before her pee stream started to wane down to nothing. At long last, she was empty. There was a relieving emptiness where her bladder was, and her belly had shrunk back to its flat form. Krystal pulled her loincloth back up. There were some damp spots in the crotch of her cloth, but there was nothing she could do about that. Other than that, there was nothing that showed that she nearly wet herself. “Let’s not have that happen again,” Krystal said to herself as she collected her staff and left the tree.
 	Moments later she rejoined Swift and Neo waiting for her. “Finished? Damn, if you kept going you could have flooded the jungle.” Neo teased.
 	“Could you not talk about that?” Krystal growled.
 	Neo shrugged. Considering what she been through, he thought it best to drop the teasing, at least for the moment. The two canines remounted Swift, then took off for the sky. There was much more fighting and rescuing to be done this day…