She hiked her breath then let it go in one long sigh as she relieved herself, the feeling of release was incredible. She hadn't gone since Tami had made her so much larger, feeling a sense of scared apprehension that made her shy away from it hard, worried that it would be even more unladylike than before.
She was right of course, and it was compounded by how backed up she was.
Fey blushed scarlet as she pissed like a horse, several horses even. The air was filled with the sound of an immense amount of fluid hitting the ground, a veritable fire hose. A minute passed and it didn't let up.
"Ohhh gods! This isn't right! Why is there so muuuch!" she wailed, still completely unable to come to terms with her new male way of relieving herself, having to awkwardly shuffle sideways as a lake and then from that rivers of horse piss formed below her.
Her head darted side to side trying to see the mess she was creating, and it was then that she caught sight of a pair of wide stunned female eyes watching her, gazing at Fey's lower parts, her lips parted in disbelief. It was Octavia, the mousekin guide. Octavia swallowed nervously as the awkward sound of loudly spattering fluid continued to override everything else in volume.
Fey's cheeks became several degrees warmer as she realised she was being stared at and that she couldn't do anything about it but stand and be oggled as the minutes passed, the lake of pee spreading to cover a shocking amount of the forest floor. Being a large and backed up centaur truly made for some impressive output.
She stared back at the mouse girl as she watched hypnotized, her hands dipping below the hem of her shorts.
"D-do you mind?!" she managed to choke-squeak out at last, "I'm t-trying to go here! Could I have some PRIVACY!?!?!?"
Octavia bit her lip. "W-well it's not my fault you're so- so-, you're just so much more Fey. Like a male but m-more! Even this which is normally nothing and unremarkable is turned into a symbol of your sheer moreishness! Just how much more excessive and extravagant you are than any guy in every way!"
"What are you saying! I just really needed to go because I was backed up! This isn't normal!"
The sound of huge amounts of steaming hot fluid pouring from her continued to awkwardly punctuate their words until at last Fey slowed and then stopped, shuddering as the last few drips fell from the tip.
"I have got to write about this in the club newsletter."
"The what now? W-wait hang on, what is that!? Octavia!" shrieked Fey.
The freckled mouse girl gave her a mischievous grin and hurried away leaving Fey to carefully yet frantically work her way around the edge of the small lake she had created and hurry after her.
Fey arrived back at the fire to find tents had been put up and the band was already retiring for the night. To her outrage the ever prepared guide's tent was already up and buttoned tight, the mouse girl hidden away, apparently 'sleeping'.
Fey almost let out a cry of frustration, but seeing as the others were turning in for the night she managed to control herself. She found her tent and realised she had a small problem. She had barely fit in it before, the thing more like a sleeping bag than a tent, but now? She didn't stand any chance at all of fitting inside. With a silent groan she swept the tent over herself using it as a large blanket. At least the camp was warm due to the fire.
After a time sleep defeated her anxious worries and she descended into unconsciousness.
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The band rose early. Fortunately the monsters had left them alone during the night, or at least nobody had noticed any. That said Fey did find a few suspicious scorch marks high up on one of the trees. She squinted at Ellaria but the elf seemed intent on ignoring her.
They broke camp and made their way deeper into the endless forest, up hills, around streams, sometimes making their way down through brook riddled gulleys. Safe to say they were thoroughly dependent on their guide to find their way through the vastness of the endless forest.
So it was a significant problem when the mouse girl sat down on a stump and refused to go any further.
"What the fuck do you mean you won't take us anywhere?!"
"You heard me, I'm not moving. Do as you like."
"B-but we've no idea where we're g-going or where we are!"
"Hmm, that sounds like a you problem. I know these woods like the back of my hand, I'll be fine."
Ellaria's eyes flashed with fire and burning embers started to fall from her writhing hair.
"Mouse girl, you will lead me to this dungeon or I shall turn you into ash and dump your remains in a pig sty."
Octavia paused and glanced up at the elf. "Well that won't do you much good, you'd still be stuck out here with no clue how to get home or anything."
Small fist-sized sparkly purple fire balls started to appear around Ellaria as the elf became more and more irritated.
"W-wait, it- d-do we have to fight!" said Fey jumping between them and holding up her hands, "Octavia here doesn't want to stay out here forever, sh-she just wants something! Right?"
The mouse girl gave Fey a sugar sweet smile. "You are right, of course."
"W-well what is that you want?"
"You."
Fey nearly fell over.
"Oh for gods sake," said Flora, "Is that all? We've stopped for this?"
Fey rounded on the mouse girl her fists curling. "You planned this whole thing just to get at me?!"
"Hmm… Yes. I found you in the AG specifically, I don't normally guide adventuring bands, only logging operations, but I knew you were in a band Fey, it was such an easy way to get you all to myself that I couldn't resist. I've been so busy arranging this, hoping that you and your band would find work out here so that I could get my hands on you first, before the others."
"Fucking diabolical." breathed Flora looking very impressed with the mouse girl.
"Others? Wait… Do I… know you from somewhere?"
Octavia put her hands up as though grabbing a pair of bars and made a forlorn face.
"You! I- I remember you! You were at the mansion when we first got back to the city, one of the girls we locked outside the mansion gates!"