A Nature Girl Answers Its Call
Fluttershy lightly held herself as she walked behind a tree. Her other hand clutched a few tissues. She had always remembered to bring them, but always hoped she never needed them.
With her back to the tree, Fluttershy looked around. Despite it being the middle of the day, the woods were quiet. Birds chirped and leaves rustled in the wind, but she couldn’t see or hear any animals, or people, around her.
Fluttershy breathed a sigh. This was as good as it was going to get.
She may not have been the most social girl in town, but if there was one place Fluttershy felt at home, it was the forest. Even as a little girl, she felt she could stay in the woods for days and never tire of them. Although she never spent that much time at once in the great outdoors, she always made time in her schedule to step out and enjoy nature for what it was.
This also meant that sooner or later, she learned how to answer nature’s call while in its domain.
The first thing she learned was that one could never be too careful when watering the grass, and Fluttershy was as careful as careful could be. She had walked alone, but there was always the risk that someone could walk up on her. Thankfully, she could not hear any other footsteps in the forest.
The first few steps had been taken care of, which meant she was free to continue with the more embarrassing steps.
Fluttershy kicked her sandals off, relaxing slightly at the cool touch of the dirt and grass on her feet. Her hands went underneath her green skirt and undid the buttons holding it together. She laid her undone skirt above her sandals and stood back. A blush went across her face as she grabbed the sides of her pink panties. Taking a deep breath, she pulled them down to her ankles. She took one step out of them and lifted the other leg, shaking her foot until her underwear fell perfectly onto the pile of clothes.
Once more, Fluttershy was more than thankful nobody was around to see her. Standing tall behind the tree, she had little to hide to the world. A small patch of trimmed pink hair lied just above her youthful happy place. Her pert, rounded bottom, normally hidden under a skirt or loose clothes, formed enticing curves that no man – and possibly woman – could resist. All she remained clothed in were her flower-patterned shirt, white undershirt, and yellow bra, giving her only a modicum of modesty.
As she stood there, a gentle breeze picked up around her. It drifted between her legs and tickled her nether regions. Fluttershy couldn’t resist letting out a little giggle. In the rare times she had been bottomless outdoors, the wind almost always left a good feeling behind in its wake.
It also always made her need to pee worse.
“Eep!” Fluttershy pressed a hand down there. It was going to come out, and there was little she could do to stop it. There was no getting out of it: she had to go here and now.
With seconds to go before the flow began, Fluttershy spaced her legs apart and lowered herself. Her bottom hung a foot off the ground just like she had practiced. She took her hand and parted the lips hiding the treasure within. Now there was nothing left to the imagination of any imaginary viewers and nothing left to get in the way of the stream. Her other hand, the one with the tissues, hung in mid-air, shielding her happy place from her eyes. She may have known how to go outside, but that didn’t mean she had to like it.
Fluttershy could not say for sure if she started the flow or if it happened on its own. It had all come too fast.
An off-yellow liquid shot out of a near-invisible hole in Fluttershy’s nethers. It formed a healthy stream immediately, arcing almost parallel to the ground and not spilling a single drop on her body. The stream splattered upon the ground in front of Fluttershy’s feet, instantly saturating the soft dirt.
Her hand and closed eyes did a good job of sparing her the sight, but there was nothing Fluttershy could do to hide the sound. Even with the ground absorbing most of it, it was impossible to not notice the piddling sound a mere couple feet in front of her.
There was also no mistaking the smell. It may not have reeked as much as some of the animal urine she had smelled at her house, but it was still far from pleasant. Fluttershy could only be thankful that humans didn’t have heat cycles. There was no telling what she would do if a stray animal picked up the scent and thought it was his chance to mate.
The thought alone made Fluttershy giggle to herself. Oh, the things she thought up sometimes when “on the throne,” as Rainbow Dash would sometimes put it. At least it helped distract her from the sight of pee leaving her special place, the smell of her own waste, and the sound of something clambering around her-
Fluttershy’s eyes opened immediately. Her whole body tensed up, and her stream instantly slowed to a tiny trickle. She turned her head to the source of the noise, fearing the worst. Please don’t be my friends, or a wild animal, or my friends with a camera riding a wild animal or…
The tiny black eyes of a common woodland squirrel standing on the tree’s root met her scared gaze. It held an acorn in its paws and stared at her with strange curiosity like an infant seeing its mother for the first time.
“Oh,” Fluttershy sighed. Her fears decidedly unfounded, she began to relax. Unfortunately, her pee stream remained at a mere dribble, creating the very real risk of stray drips running down her bottom or making a puddle around her naked feet. Having anything, friend or animal, staring at her while she did that always made it hard for her to go.
“Um, h-hello there, Mr. Squirrel,” Fluttershy spoke quietly to the tiny creature. “Can you come back later? I’m in the middle of...” her voice trailed off, ending with a tiny squeak.
The newly-dubbed Mr. Squirrel took a bite out of its acorn and stared at her the whole time.
“Pretty please? I’ll help you find some acorns for your friends.” One could almost hear a squeak toy as Fluttershy gave the squirrel a strained smile.
Mr. Squirrel looked at her for another moment, seemingly unmoved by her pleas. But just as Fluttershy’s hopes of a peaceful pee began to sank, it dropped down on its paws and started a climb up the tree.
“Thank you,” Fluttershy managed to say before her voice gave out. Her strained smile became genuine as she looked away from her accidental intruder. She would have to find some good acorns for him for being so considerate.
That smile soon turned into a frown as she noticed how little of her tinkle was still leaving her. She was definitely not finished, but it seemed as if her bladder had yet to get the message that she was alone again.
Against her normal beliefs, Fluttershy decided to take a look at the problem.
Her cheeks turned bright red almost instantly. It had been one of the very few times she had taken a gander down there in any situation, let alone while relieving herself. Even without a mirror, Fluttershy could still easily spot the naughtier part of her bits, something that Pinkie once called “the super-special super-duper fun button.” Meanwhile, the pee dribbled out of her very exposed privates not even a foot away from her feet. It broke up from a stream into droplets not even halfway on its journey to the ground.
A flood of feelings hit Fluttershy too quickly for her to process. She couldn’t decide whether to feel embarrassed, grossed-out, or maybe even a little dirty.
But most of all, she felt concerned. She was far from finished with her business, and her slow trickle could leave her stuck here for possibly minutes. This opened up too many possible bad scenarios in her mind. What if someone she knew stumbled onto her? What if she didn’t have the strength in her lower body to hold her squat long enough? What if a puddle grew beneath her and got her feet wet?
Fluttershy cringed at these thoughts. The sooner she could empty her bladder, the quicker she could make herself decent and avoid those humiliating possibilities.
Fluttershy shut her eyes again, the image of her wee on the grass imprinted on her eyeballs. She looked straight ahead and tried to tighten her muscles to force it out. If she had the strength to start her stream out here, she could bring it back up to speed. At least, that’s what she told herself.
She kept pushing, but the effects were only temporary. She would squirt out a little extra pee, but then her panicked bladder would force it back to a trickle. Closing her eyes tighter, she prepared to push harder than ever.
She did not prepare for two somethings landing on her.
The first thing she felt was the gentle sting of something landing square in the neckline of her shirt. The second was a small but noticeable weight pouncing down on her shoulder not a few seconds after the first mystery object.
If her peeing hadn’t anchored her to the spot, Fluttershy felt as if she would’ve leapt over the trees in fear. She tried to shriek, but all that came out was a squeak. Without thinking, she immediately turned to see what the weight on her shoulder was.
The beady eyes of Mr. Squirrel stared back at her from less than a foot away. His paws clutched tightly at the cloth on Fluttershy’s shoulder.
“Oh! Um, hello again,” Fluttershy mumbled. Despite her only voyeur being a critter, her cheeks turned bright red with embarrassment. She had to wonder how and why the squirrel from before was perched on her now. Maybe he had slipped while climbing the tree. Maybe he saw an acorn he wanted to grab real quick.
Oh, maybe… thought Fluttershy as the memory of the first thing hitting her came back. She looked down at her shirt and found her answer.
Tucked in the crevice of her bosoms was a half-eaten acorn. It was a one-in-a-million landing, hitting directly in what small cleavage Fluttershy ever dared to show in public.
“Oh my. How embarrassing.” Fluttershy gave a sheepish smile. She lifted her free hand, the tissues still clutched within, up to her shirt. “I can get that for you if you w-aaahnt!”
Mr. Squirrel had another idea in mind.
In one swift move, the critter leaped off Fluttershy’s shoulder and pounced at the acorn. His paws landed on the top of her breasts, sending a near-invisible ripple through them. He kept his eyes on the prize stuffed between the masses as he poked his cold nose down inside.
Fluttershy’s body locked in place. Her hand was right next to the squirrel, but her muscles refused to move out of shock. All she could do was let out a mortified squeak as its paws moved all around the top of her bust.
Tiny hands reached within her cleavage, trying to grab the treasure within. Unfortunately, all they accomplished was dislodging the acorn and knocking it deeper within her clothes. The friction of Fluttershy’s shirts caught the squirrel’s lunch before it could fall and be ruined by the urine-soaked ground.
“P-please stop,” said Fluttershy, having finally regained control of her body. “I-I can get you another acorn for you. You just have to let me EEP!”
Once again, Mr. Squirrel proved to be an ambitious critter. Before Fluttershy could move a muscle, he was already forcing himself into the gap in her shirt. In mere moments, only his bushy tail stuck out of her neckline. This too soon disappeared underneath the cover of her shirt just as her hand came down to grab it.
“Wait, come back, Mr. Squirrel!” pleaded Fluttershy, but to no avail. The squirrel was already clambering around her midsection, unable to see the acorn in the dark. His paws gripped her undershirt with sheer strength, keeping him from slipping out as he continued his trek.
Oh no, not this. Not now. Anything but this! thought Fluttershy as Mr. Squirrel rummaged underneath her shirt. He had hardly been there for a few seconds, yet she was already feeling the effects.
With each erratic paw hitting her skin, Fluttershy felt a mild spasm go throughout her body. Her breathing became shallow and she struggled to remain in control of her mouth. Her lips curved upward by themselves while her free hand clutched the tissues tighter than ever.
Mr. Squirrel was the first animal to have ever discovered that Fluttershy was ticklish.
“P-please, ha, c-come ba-ha-ha-hack!” said Fluttershy. Already she was losing control over herself, but despite her protests, the paws still continued to tickle her. Every spasm made her lose that much more control over her body. She tried to grab the squirrel through her shirt and hold it place, but he would always slip out of her grasp. Her legs, already feeling the strain from holding the squat, grew weaker with each laugh.
But the strongest effect Mr. Squirrel’s tickling had on her was happening in her bladder. All the while he on was on his shoulder, her pee was still coming out at a slow dribble. However, with her body in such chaos, her bladder could no longer maintain such a weak flow. Spurts of wee shot out on every other laugh, far stronger than the trickle she had been forced into. Some shots even landed farther away than when it had first come out.
“I-I can’t… please…” Fluttershy tried her hardest to talk normally, but the critter kept scratching her in just the right places. Her chest heaved with each laugh, sapping more and more strength out of her.
In her fits of laughter, Fluttershy’s mind was overloaded with information. When Fluttershy’s brain got this way, she would often come across the problem of doing something she didn’t consciously intend to do.
Something like lifting the hand keeping her nethers parted to try and grab at the squirrel.
With nothing holding it back, her treasure returned to its natural position. The arc of urine immediately dropped down, hitting only half as far as before. Drips of pee caught onto her lower lips and formed a trail until gravity pulled them straight down.
Even with two hands grabbing around, Mr. Squirrel still evaded capture. In the heat and darkness of Fluttershy’s shirt, he could not see his acorn anywhere. It had long since fallen through her shirt and landed on the ground, but he was not aware of this. As far as he knew, his prize was still lurking somewhere in this strange cave, and still ripe for the taking. Perhaps if he had doubled back, he could find it.
Rather than come back to her bust, Mr. Squirrel climbed around and reached Fluttershy’s back. His claws brushed against her spine, sending tickling sensations straight into her nerves.
It was too much for Fluttershy to handle. Her legs gave out at once, and her bottom smacked into the ground. Pee shot up as high as her chest from the shock, but soon it settled into a trickle mere inches from her rump.
Against all probability, Mr. Squirrel had avoided being smashed between the ground and Fluttershy’s back. However, it made him aware of the danger of being in this cave. The acorn was not worth the risk to his health anymore, no matter how tasty it would have been.
Thus, Mr. Squirrel saw fit to escape through the first hole he could find. He climbed out of the bottom of Fluttershy’s shirts and made his escape. There would be other acorns in the future for him. Besides, he probably couldn’t enjoy it very much with that strange smell in the air.
But in Fluttershy’s hysteria, the squirrel may as well have still been there. Both laughter and bladder were still out of control. Her chest heaved and nethers peed of their own will, filling the woods with her tee-hees and wee.
And so she laughed and laughed until her body finally realized the tickling squirrel was long gone. As she came down from her fit, Fluttershy became more aware of her surroundings.
She especially noticed the distinct lack of pitter-patter.
In her laughter fits, her bladder had managed to empty itself completely. The squirrel’s tickling had done the trick; her trickling had sped up enough for her to finish her business in a respectable time.
Fluttershy let out a sigh of relief and smiled. A quick and uneventful wee in the woods was what she wanted, and while it could have been a little less eventful, it also could have been worse. At least she got a good laugh out of the whole deal.
Alas, her smile faded when a certain smell entered her nose. It was at that point that Fluttershy noticed a very warm and wet feeling on her lower half. She didn’t need to look down at her legs to see what had happened. An out of control bladder never led to anything good.
A part of her wanted to tear up and add another liquid to the surroundings. However, that part of her faded away as a memory of a place came to the forefront of her mind. A small freshwater pond not too far from her, mostly off the path and tucked away to give her a decent chance at privacy. Fluttershy found her smile returning in no time at all.
Getting a little wet in the woods never hurt anyone.
