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Stephanie leaned against the table as she talked to her friends, her legs underneath it twisting together as she held herself back. As much fun as she was having out at the club, getting drinks and feeling the thumping bass rushing through her body, at this point the bass thump was causing distress more than joy. Every deep, rumbling beat that slammed into her body pressed against her bladder, and right now, she wasn't sure how long she could hold it in.

After the midterms there was a huge celebration, and the whole dorm had gotten involved. They'd tried to invite the whole school, but a few people were trying to remain unnoticed, or putting out social media fires caused by the sheep currently fighting her own needs for very similar situations. In fact, if Stephanie had had the time to think about it, she would've realized how ironic this was, but she just sat, trying not to laugh too hard at her friend's joke as her hands moved to her lap, helping to cup herself and keep everything in.

It really shouldn't have been this much of an issue. It's not hard for girls to go to the bathroom in public scenarios, and she would've had a group with her in a moment if she'd said something back on the dance floor, but she'd been feeling kinky, wanting to see how far she could go, especially after reviewing her phone video many, many times. So she'd had a few drinks, let things stirred, and was now sitting on the wall-end of a booth with all her friends, trying not to let her eyes float out of her head from the liquid building up inside of her.

The DJ came on the mic, his voice high and soothing, letting up on the beat for a moment, and she relaxed, reciting a mantra in her head. She'd be able to get through this... surely someone else would have to go, or people would get up for drinks. The ewe cursed herself for going out at all, her anxiety-ridden, introverted self not helping, as the stress of the public place was only adding to her bladder troubles. She didn't want to bother anyone just to get to the toilet, worried she might be a bother.

The first thump of the new song surprised her, and she felt something slip, a small trickle, but enough to let her know the dam was going to burst. The warmth seeped into her panties, spreading slightly into her wool, and she was just happy her dress was dark, hopefully able to hide it. She laughed nervously at the confused looks she was getting, clearly some distress on her face, and she waved it off. "I'm fine, really, just..." She coughed, then went quiet as Tina, the hippo that lived on her floor, continued on with a story that had all the other girls in stitches.

She looked at the booth. If she tried to squeeze out, that'd be three girls she'd be pushing against in either direction, every press against the table threatening to leak out something from the painfully full balloon inside her. She pressed her hand slightly against her lower stomach, wondering if she'd feel it... and she could! It pressed back from the sheer amount of liquid in it, and more slipped out, making her shudder at the warmth over her pussy.

She considered crawling under, but that would get so many questions, and she didn't know if her legs could handle that motion. And then her mind betrayed her, picturing just letting loose, the warm liquid spreading out on the pleather seat and soaking into the nearest girls, while a little waterfall trickled down onto the floor. All eyes being on her, knowing she'd just done that... The whole school would know that, this time, it was for real... She groaned a little, the ewe's pussy burning, though from pleasure or pressure, she didn't know.

She was about to give in, her entire body letting her know that she was going to go whether she liked it or not, when the right side of the booth got up for another round. They asked her what she wanted. "A lemon drop," she managed in a squeak, feeling her own drips pooling into her wool. She was suddenly very happy for the extra absorbency that caused so many issues at other times of the year. They all left, and she scooted very gently over the seat, pushing herself up.

As she did, Tina looked her way. "Hey, girl, you want company? You know how-"

Stephanie couldn't even hold back, feeling her wool starting to fill and her panties warm once more. "Nope, I'm good, thank you though!" She felt so rude, blushing as she waddled away from the group, leaving a confused table. Still, she took tiny steps all the way over to the bathroom, pushing open the door to find it, thankfully, empty.

She saw relief in sight and her brain jumped for joy, but the eager step she took pressed wrong, and she let out a squeak as she felt a trickle running down her leg. She groaned, wondering if she could even hold it back if she went slowly, and just ran for the nearest stall. She knew drips were falling from her all the way there, but she practically threw herself at the toilet, releasing the floodgates the moment she landed.

The sigh that left her was practically orgasmic, all tension releasing completely as her bladder emptied itself. Unfortunately she didn't manage to get her panties off, and the warmth spread over her front and back, soaking into her fur and dripping over her thighs, but after a bit of movement to stop it leaking down the sides, it all made its way into the bowl. She moaned, feeling like a naughty little lamb, and brought a hand to her panties, rubbing the warm, wet fabric against herself, still picturing herself outside, all eyes on her. It was then that the door opened, and she bit her lip, still pressing against her panties, the rush of pee from her relieved body not stopping.

The clack of high heels across the ground brought her gasping, and there were some confused sounds as the person sniffed the air, the scent of the drops that missed the bowl hanging in it. Stephanie bit her lip, but her fingers kept going, pressing against her panties, then slipping inside, fingering herself even as she peed, sure she was going to get caught for both in mere moments. The steps came right up to the stall, waiting for a moment, as though they were going to peek under or over, and she wondered what she'd do if she saw eyes looking at her, her dress bunched up in one hand, the other clearly in her soaked panties...

But she didn't find out as the steps walked to the sink, hands being washed, and the person left. The moment they were gone Stephanie let out a loud moan, rubbing her clit as relief turned to full on arousal, the trickling stream from her body slowly being replaced with a completely different liquid. Right there, on the toilet in the club, sopping wet from her rapidly cooling piss, she came, a splash of feminine arousal hitting the water beneath her as hard as her stream had.

She groaned, shuddering a little, and sank back on the toilet, though she couldn't hold her glow for long at the cold seeping into her wool. She thought for a few moments, then smirked to herself as a plan formed. She just hoped the toilet paper would absorb enough.

A few minutes later she was back out at the booth, smiling and laughing, clinking drinks with her friends and celebrating the night. But inside her blush burned against her cheeks. The bathroom trash had a pair of sopping wet panties in them, and at the thought of being found out, she just hoped she didn't leave a completely different stain on the back of her dress.