Title: Wolf and Best Accident
Spice and Wolf Fan-fiction
Commission
Word count: 2.6k
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Lawrence collapsed onto a log. There were beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, and his cheeks were tinted red. His eyes were aimed toward the night sky, but he had them closed in exhaustion. He looked toward the massive fire in front of him, a slew of party-goers dancing, drinking, and swapping partners in libertine fashion. Among them was Holo, her cheeks brazen from physical exertion and a generous amount of brandy.
She spotted him and her grin changed imperceptibly. He watched as she withdrew herself from the dancing and meandered over to him, wobbly from the alcohol, but as graceful as always.
“Tired already?” She placed her hands on her hips and leaned in, smiling at him mockingly. Lawrence could not help but smile in return.
“And are you telling me you aren't?”
“I said no such thing.” She stood up straight, in a pompous gait. “However, I will admit it is late.” She looked up at the sky and smiled. “The weather is just so nice. It seems such a shame to go back and lose out on all the fun. It seems that-” Her voice suddenly cut off, and she frowned, still looking up.
“Holo...?”
“We should go.” She said so flatly.
“... Go? You were just telling me you wanted to stay.”
“If you recalled the conversation properly you would know I said nothing of the like. I merely commented that you were tired.”
Lawrence frowned and furled his brow. “So you want to leave, then?”
“It is not that I want to leave.” She said so as if each word weighed a thousand pounds. “More that it is... important.” She turned away from him and crossed her arms.
“Important? Holo, what are you talking about? I don't remember us having any sorts of plans. After all, it is too la-”
“-Hmpf! I guess you have forgotten!”
“...Forgotten what?”
“You have! Now I wonder if I should tell you at all.”
Lawrence sighed and scratched his head in annoyance ”You know, you are not the only one who has been drinking.”
Her ears twitched, her eyes opening shortly after. “Yes, that is true. I also suppose it has been quite awhile since we... discussed it.”
“So will you tell me? What did we discuss?”
She sighed with weight. “I suppose I have no choice. I must remind myself you are but a human.”
“...And what is that supposed to mean?”
“Do not get so angry.” She turned and looked at him coyly. “You are my favorite.”
He looked back at her with skepticism. After several moments of silence, he laughed and conceded: “I suppose that's good, then. So what did I forget?”
“For a merchant, you have a lousy memory. I believe I told you at the next festival I would do a certain... thing for you. Something unspeakable.”
“Huh?” Lawrence sat in contemplation for several moments, Holo's annoyance visibly increasing.
“Well if this is how you're going to be maybe I should just find a bush.”
“A bush...” Lawrence squinted and paused, before gasping and staring at her wide eyed. “You were going to-”
“-Do not... say it.”
Lawrence looked at her dumbfounded for a moment, but smiled. He wondered at what point the red on her cheeks had gone from heat to self-conscious embarrassment.
“And do not look at me like that. I am doing this begrudgingly, as I am true to my word, but I find the sensation quite unpleasant... and I find your interest in it rather disgusting.” She said so with pretension.
“Hmm,” Lawrence scratched at the hairs on his chin and leaned back. “I don't recall you saying that the night I asked.”
“Yes, and that is only because you are a coward!” She snapped. “Of course you would ask something like this while we were both drunk. As you know I would have never agreed to it otherwise.”
“Is that so?”
“It is.”
“Well, if you feel that uncomfortable with it, I can't force you to do it.”
“And as I said before, you do not have to force me. As I will do it just as I said I would. Now if you would kindly stop beating a dead horse, I would much rather leave now.”
“You seem to be in a rush.”
“Yes,” she sneered at him, “Only because you insist on delaying me with your questions.”
“It is just, you were having so much fun dancing. Why the suddenness?”
“The festivities distracted me. But you have a tendency of reminding me of that which annoys me.”
“Alright, alright,” Lawrence chuckled. “We'll go. This log is getting uncomfortable anyway.”
“Excellent, I am growing quite-”
“-Lawrence!” A voice rang out from the crowd, as a tall, lanky individual appeared, looking in their direction and smiling. The man had bright red hair that was curled in short wisps, and facial hair very similar to the whiskers on Lawrence's face. His clothing was of far better quality than that of the average villager, and it seemed overly formal for the event.
“By my stars! The chance of meeting you here!” The mystery man grabbed Lawrence's extended hand and lifted him up, embracing him in a hug. Holo nibbled on her lower lip, mildly annoyed with what she could already tell would be a difficult conversation to break away from.
Lawrence was visibly confused, but quickly caught on. “... Reynold?”
“Oh, yes! You remember me! It has been a long time, hasn't it? I should tell you those furs you sold me fetched quite a price on the market! I should not be saying this but I am truly in your debt. Oh! But where are my manners? I have not even introduced myself to your lovely companion!”
“Hello.” Holo replied with meek disinterest, but Reynold did not seem dissuaded.
“My God, ma'am, has anybody ever told you your eyes are fit for that of a queen?”
“A queen...?”
“Oh yes, and you have lovely hands as well!” Lawrence, you are quite a lucky fellow. Though I am not surprised you would find yourself someone so positively lovely!”
“It is a pleasure to meet you... Reynold, was it? You seem to have very good taste.”
“Oh, I pride myself on my taste. And I must say you are quite a sight for sore eyes. Though I mean no offense! To either you or Lawrence. And Lawrence,” he turned to face him. “Do you have a moment to catch up? It has been so long.”
“...Do not mistake this for a lack of enthusiasm in meeting you so suddenly, but would we be able to possibly talk over lunch tomorrow? I was just about to take my companion here back, as it is quite late.”
“Oh, yes, of course... It is just that, I am to be leaving first thing in the morning, and I was about to head back myself... but I saw you and felt I had to approach!” The disappointment was clear on Reynold's face. “I do not suppose you could stay for just a few minutes? Just so we could catch up?”
“Hmm, I see. Well, I suppose that much is up to Holo.” Lawrence turned to look at her, and Reynold's gaze soon followed.
Holo sighed, “I suppose a few minutes will not kill me.” She smiled. “But you are to thank Reynold and his flattery for this, as it is by no means good will on my part.”
“Ah! She is an angel, too! Lawrence, where on earth did you find this one?”
Holo took a seat on the log as the two merchants talked. Her leg bounced, though she kept her fidgeting to a minimum to keep anyone else from knowing her plight. The sensation in her lower stomach was growing more pronounced as time passed, as brandy was surely passing through her at an alarming rate. She took pride in her large bladder and her ability to go long periods of time without emptying iy, but it had already been quite a wait, and she had consumed enough liquor that she had to at least consider the possibility things could turn sour – though she tried not to, and instead pushed it from her thoughts.
As seconds turned to minutes, her leg bounced more intensely and her arms crossed over her chest in irritability. Reynold had made several attempts to draw her into the conversation, but Holo was not having it. Her mind was consumed entirely on holding it in until they made it back, and while she comforted herself with the thought that worst case she could find herself a private spot to let go, such a thing would damage her pride immensely, and she had made the mistake of telling Lawrence she would not give in.
After what had seemed like an eternity, she struggled with the urge to place her hand between her legs, something that made her redden at even the thought. She suspected her lower belly was protruding, and she was beginning to fear her physical limitations would soon overcome her resolve.
Her eyes widened and her lips pursed as she felt something that made her entire tail stiffen. There was a warm droplet running down her butt cheek, and she had not even felt it come out. Waiting any longer was too big of a risk, as her limit had been reached, but she did not know how to vocalize this to Lawrence. Her pride would not let her admit, even in a whisper, the desperation of her situation; but continuing to hold on could lead into another droplet – or possibly something far worse.
“I say, allow me to fetch us drinks! It seems to me this night has only just begun!” Reynold spoke with excitement and eloquence with everything he said. In different circumstances, Holo would have greatly enjoyed his company.
“Hmm, it is late, but I suppose one drink wouldn't-” Lawrence went silent as his body tightened in pain. “Holo!” She had pinched him on the thigh.
“Ah! It seems the lady has spoken... Do not let me keep you both. I appreciate you staying as long as you did.”
“No, no, it was a pleasure to see you again. And I do hope I see you again after this.”
“I am sure you will! Stop by my shop if you ever get a chance! Lawrence, Holo, it has been a true pleasure.” They both stood to shake his hand. He pulled Holo into a hug, saying that such an opportunity could not be wasted. Her body tightened and she gasped.
When Reynold had left them, Lawrence had turned to look at Holo and found her legs moving back and forth in a series of inelegant motions. He expected to be chewed out for taking so long.
“We must go.” Holo led the way, her hips swaying with each step. It was obvious she was trying to conceal the potency of her need, but it seemed her actions deceived her, as they were evidently involuntary.
Lawrence followed behind. “It seems it has gotten quite bad.”
“'Quite bad,'” she scoffed. “That is an understatement more than you know, I cannot even stand up straight.”
“And what if you were to try?”
“I would implore you to stay quiet or else I will be forced to stand up straight upon your face, and then you can tell me what is to happen.” There was her typical tone of eloquence and subtle mockery, but also a worried whine that was uncharacteristic, and sounded unsettlingly close to impending tears.
Lawrence remained silent for a several minutes, but the walk was no short one. The dancing was becoming more obvious, to the point anybody looking in their general direction could easily tell her dilemma. He felt pity, knowing such a thing was rather difficult for her, but seeing her nearly running to relieve herself, containing her urge based entirely on her word and pride was gratifying in ways he could not describe.
The town was nearly deserted, and there were many alleyways where Holo could have found privacy; and Lawrence noted her gaze, which frequently looked over at them in longing.
“This is quite bad.”
“Are you okay?”
“I am not.” She sounded on the edge of tears, closer than she had been before.
“Do you think you can make it?”
“I do not know, there is some running down my leg. I think that if I do not go now, I may end up embarrassing myself further.”
“We could find an alleyway if you would like? I appreciate your resolve, and it has been noted, but I hate to see you suffering so much.”
She did not respond. She simply continued to walk. Lawrence caught glimpses of her face as she looked around -- keeping careful note of all the alleyways around. There were tears in her eyes and her face was glowing red. As he continued to think about it, such a scenario was a bit of a nightmare for someone like Holo; one who was uncouth enough to go outside when needed, but too proud to give in on her word. Judging by her expressions, he knew that if they had not been so close to the inn, she would have given up right then and there.
Holo came to a stop, her thighs grinding rapidly, and her breathing fast and shallow. “Lawrence, I am sorry! But I cannot do this any longer! I am about to go. May I please go? If I do not, I am afraid I will ruin these pants.”
“Yes, yes, of course. Go, do not wait for me to say so, you can! But are you sure you cannot make it to the inn? It is right th-”
“-I cannot!” She bee-lined for the nearest alleyway, her quick walk turning into a run, and her hand shamelessly pressing her dress to her crotch. Lawrence followed closely behind, watching what he would in all likeliness only see once.
He saw her head glance down as she gasped out loud. “N-no... this cannot...” She stopped in the alley, out of sight of anyone other than Lawrence. She pulled her dress up and out of the way, as she stared down at the pants in horrified fascination. “I was... too late.”
Lawrence watched as the dark fabric of the pants rapidly saturated from behind. A stream of urine broke free from her lower thigh and cascaded to the ground, as more urine continued down her legs, pooling at her feet. Her butt was arched out a bit, toward him, and he could tell by the loudness of her hissing that she was peeing forcefully.
It went on for over a minute, her horror turning into near orgasmic pleasure over the length. She moaned out loud a few times, seemingly oblivious to her candidness, and the fact Lawrence was bearing witness. When the hissing faded, she let her dress go and stood facing the opposite direction for several moments.
“Holo...?”
“You will not speak of this, ever. To anybody. Not to me. Not to yourself. And certainly not to anybody else. You will not think about it, dream about it, or imagine it anyway. This, as far as anybody is concerned, never happened. Do you understand?”
“... Naturally.”
“Excellent. Now we will head back to the inn so I may change, and then we will go to get me, as well as these pants, cleaned up.”
“Of course.”
“Good. Let us go, before anybody else sees.”
Lawrence stole one last glance at the puddle on the ground, It was nothing short of immense, but he was not sure how to compliment her ability to hold so much. He admired the cuffs of her pants as they walked, much to her displeasure.
