> A Wee Tale of Friendship
>  by TimeBomb0
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> A pretty lady with a not-so-pretty problem
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The bushes in the small forest rustled as Rarity walked through them. She paused only to look behind herself to check that she wasn’t followed. She knew she could always depend on her friends, but right now she needed something that their presence couldn’t grant her: privacy. Specifically, privacy without the knowledge of what was happening.

Seeing and hearing nothing but the faint sounds of conversation in the distance, she turned around and continued her trek.

Rarity whimpered quietly to herself. Her left hand pressed down on the low part of her belly while her right hand kept a firm grip on her purse. With each step, she could feel her endurance fading and the pressure down there growing.

She wasn’t looking forward to what had to happen soon.

Rarity supposed she had no one to blame but herself for this. It was her choice to ignore that specific use of the washroom when she had little time to freshen up before she left. It was also her decision to indulge in more than a few beverages when she had settled down on the picnic cloth with the rest of her friends. Well, maybe Pinkie Pie was also to blame for that. How that girl could make such good lemonade, Rarity would never know. She also would never quite know why this particular batch went through her so quickly.

She had thanked her lucky stars that by the time her need had grown into an emergency, two of her friends decided to get into quite the heated argument. It had provided her the perfect distraction to slip away into the bordering woods unnoticed… or so she hoped.

“Oh, dear,” Rarity quietly moaned again. The mere thought of her past drinks only further increased her urge. She stopped in her tracks and pressed her hand harder against her skirt. She gently bit her lower lip and lightly bounced on her legs.

There was no denying it anymore. Time was running out, and she needed to do this now.

Pressing her legs together, Rarity carefully walked over behind a nearby tree. She kept her speed at an ideal rate: slow enough to prevent any unwanted external pressure on her bladder, but fast enough to avoid any unintentional early release. For Rarity, even a single drop into her underwear was simply unacceptable.

The conditions of the tree were not exactly ideal. The roots entangled all around the base, making a firm footing difficult to establish. Surrounding the roots were mud and damp grass, the remaining evidence of yesterday’s rainfall.

This would never pose a problem for a boy, who could simply unzip his pants, let nature run its course, and be on his way. For any girl, however, it was nothing short of a risky venture. All it would take is one slick root or loose mud patch to cause an instant muddy and bruised bottom. This didn’t even take into account the basic dangers of squatting, like an unexpected change in trajectory or a lifted skirt dropping too quickly.

But like a true lady, Rarity came prepared for any situation.

Taking one last look to ensure that nothing, human or animal alike, would bear witness to such a private act, Rarity sprung into action. She quickly pulled her hand away from her loins and used it to unzip her purse. While she rifled through its contents, her legs bounced and twisted to keep her bladder in check.  A fierce gaze struck Rarity’s face as she kept looking. It was in there somewhere… Ah-ha!

With surgical precision, Rarity extracted the object that would prove the key to her release. To the untrained eye, it appeared to be just an oval-shaped funnel with a bent tube at the bottom. However, Rarity and few others in town knew better. This was a life-saving device that could have only been made by the wisest of women. It had a singular but no less important function: to allow any woman on the go the same access to relief as anyone of the male persuasion had.

Now that the device was firmly secured in her hand, Rarity proceeded with the next step. Both of her manicured hands maneuvered their way underneath her skirt, grabbing hold of the garment beneath. They evenly pulled her purple panties down until it rested above her knees.

Rarity blushed as she felt a small draft caress her now-bare skin. Even though she was already tingly from her overfilled bladder, it tickled her in a way that she normally didn’t speak about in good company. It was far from going au natural, but having her unmentionables on view to an empty forest didn’t completely discomfort her.

She would dwell on this later, however, for there were far more urgent matters to attend to.

Rarity’s next moves were precise and quick, honed through multiple practice sessions in her own bathroom. She lifted the front of her skirt with her left hand, revealing her most intimate region to no one but herself. Her right hand twirled the device until she was holding it by the proper method. Experience had taught her that holding it the wrong way led only to tragedy and an emergency bath.

Not wasting another second, Rarity widened her stance and placed the device right where it needed to be. As expected of such a high-quality product, it provided a snug and secure fit around her… well, her.

Only one step remained for Rarity to do, the very last step listed on the instructions for how to use her device. Coincidentally, it also happened to be the most difficult step for her. Even though her bladder had threatened to permanently ruin her panties, skirt, shoes, and public image not a few seconds ago, it was now suspiciously reluctant to follow through with its demands. Thankfully, the instructions had also given a few tips for just this situation, tips that she had taken to heart.

Rarity looked straight ahead at the tree she was about to mark. She closed her eyes, and slowly breathed in until her lungs couldn’t take anymore. She did her best to clear her mind of stressful thoughts, and imagined she was not urinating in a forest but her own bathroom. The soothing and encouraging sound of the sink faucet running played in her mind.

Convinced of her safe mental imagery, Rarity completed the final and most crucial step: she relaxed.

The first milliliters of pee passed out of her body. It swirled into the funnel, raced down the tube, and formed a small arc as it made its trip to the ground. The stream landed about a foot in front of her feet, clearing her panties with ease.

The joy of release was felt instantly throughout Rarity’s body. Her knees went weak, having only enough strength to keep her from moving a muscle. The air in her lungs pushed itself up to the back of her throat. Rarity kept her mouth closed, but she couldn’t fight the urge to let out a soft moan. It vibrated against her lips, gradually sapping their strength.

Just as she lost control of her face, so too did Rarity lose her grip on her bladder. Her flow grew more forceful on its own. The stream grew wider and arced farther, hitting where the tree met the ground. In spite of this, Rarity remained in control just enough to keep her pee from leaving at full blast. The device’s instructions warned against this, lest she filled the funnel with more liquid than it could handle.

The increase in pressure led to a feedback loop between Rarity’s top and bottom half. Her faster, harder peeing spread more pleasure all over.

It soon proved too much for Rarity to maintain control. She tilted her head back, and let her mouth open and the air within to her to escape. She made a noise that was a mix between a sigh and holding a musical note. Her lips curved upwards of their own accord.

Rarity couldn’t hide it to herself anymore. She was peeing outside and enjoying it.

It would absolutely ruin her if anyone else found out her like this. Urination by its very nature was everything she normally despised. It always involved revealing and using the most intimate of body parts for the lowest of tasks. It made an embarrassing noise and left behind a gross and odorous liquid that was of no use to anyone. There was also no possible way of looking ravishing while handling one’s business, as far as Rarity knew.

In short, she despised its presence in her body and even more when she had to stop to get rid of it. And yet, she couldn’t deny that pausing to visit the little girl’s room had its ups, especially whenever the need was urgent. Aside from avoiding the irreparable blow to her image that wetting herself would bring, it also left a pleasant tingly feeling in its wake.

Were Rarity alone in her house instead of a small woods, she may have been inclined to follow that tingly feeling to its naughty and pleasurable conclusion. However, she was a lady of class, and such an act in such a place was beneath her. She decided to be on her way as soon as she finished “handling her business,” so to speak.

And so, she went back to quietly enjoying her private time behind the tree. She had long since stopped sighing, but the smile on her lips remained. She blushed at the sound of her piddling at the point where root and bark connected. Her nose wrinkled at the distinct odor now reaching her nostrils. It was the one thing she could never get rid of no matter what changes she made to her diet.

Despite her hang-ups with answering the call of nature, Rarity felt her curiosity growing. There had been times before when she wondered what it would be like to be a boy. Not that she would ever give up being a girl for the world, but it was one of those questions she could never answer yet still wanted to know.

She supposed now would be the best answer she could ever get.

Opening one eye, Rarity slowly tilted her head down. In no time, her stream came into view, making her blush grow deeper. It shot out of the tube jutting in front of her nether region as forcefully as ever.  She found her pee to have a color not too different from the lemonade she had so greedily consumed earlier, a thought that didn’t entirely rest well with her. Even with the mud and soft dirt all around, a sizable puddle was growing between the tree and her feet. Thankfully, it was expanding away from her, posing no problems to her pricey shoes.

Well, I suppose that’s one mystery solved, Rarity thought to herself. She pursed her lips as she continued to watch herself watering the tree. She wasn’t about to share her findings with her friends, but Rarity felt a little satisfaction from what she had discovered. She had practiced in her bathroom before, oftentimes wearing nothing underneath her waist, but seeing it out in the field was an interesting sensation.

She was doing something that was thought to be impossible for girls to do. She had taken away one of the few advantages that boys had and made it all her own. Never before had Rarity felt like she could take the world on her own two feet. She felt liberated. She felt empowered. She felt… naughty.

Rarity could see and feel her potty time coming to an end. She was losing power in her pee, causing the stream to weaken and droop away from the tree. The pressure in her bladder was gone, instead replaced by a smaller and less threatening pressure close by.

With the show coming to its end, Rarity shut her eyes and let out one last sigh. A potential crisis had been averted thanks to her quick thinking, and she had mastered a new talent. Best of all, not a single thing had gone wrong since she arrived at this tree-

“There you are!”

Hundreds of birds could be seen flying away for miles.