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The Doctor reached down to grab her crotch, grunting and slurring her words as she tried to keep pace with her friend.
“I have to peeeeee.”
“I know,” Yaz sighed. This wasn’t how she imagined the night going when the Doctor first brought up attending the Halloween carnival. She imagined they’d ride rides, play some games, see some shows – which they did, but the Doctor also started drinking the moment she saw a beer tent. It was rare enough for her to drink, let alone drink until the alcohol vendors refused to serve her anymore. It worried Yaz – she knew she was going through a rough time, even if she refused to talk about it – but at the moment, her main priority was getting her friend to a bathroom.
“Fuuuuck,” the Doctor slurred, “I have to peeeeee!”
Another step and she quickly tripped over her own feet, nearly crashing into another carnival goer. Yaz moved quickly to catch her, grabbing the back of her coat to keep her from tumbling to the ground.
“Easy!” Putting an arm around her, she did her best to guide her through the crowd. “Come on, toilet’s gotta be around here somewhere.”
The Doctor leaned most of her weight against Yaz, still grabbing herself and keeping her thighs together. A little voice in the back of her head scolded her for not paying better attention to where the bathrooms were, but another, much louder voice wouldn’t shut up about all that liquid inside of her. It seemed alcohol went right through this body, accumulating in and restricting the limits of her normally impressive bladder.
“I’ve gotta goooo!” she continued to whine. An almost painful throb went through her, the sensation intensified by her inebriated state. Unable to take it anymore, she stopped abruptly, letting go of Yaz as she began to fiddle with her braces. “Fuck it, I’m peeing here!”
“Doctor, no!” She tugged her along, forcing her to move before she could undress herself. “Come on, we’re almost-”
Without warning, one of the carnival actors jumped out from between the tents, letting out a guttural scream. “GAH!”
“AAAHH!”
The two women jumped back, their combined total of three hearts racing wildly with terror and adrenaline. The actor, fully decked out in demonic makeup and a tattered suit, let out a cackle as he ran away. Slumping forward, the Doctor moaned, her knees trembling as her body suddenly relaxed.
“You ok?” Yaz asked, her heart still racing.
Nodding, the Doctor couldn’t help but grin as she bit her lip. “Oh, yeah, much better… Don’t have to worry about finding the loo anymore.”
Realizing what she meant, Yaz looked down. The wet spot was already halfway down her thighs and spreading fast. Trails of urine ran down her exposed calves, collecting in a puddle on the pavement.
“Oh no…” Yaz muttered. She glanced back up at the Doctor’s face, expecting her to be embarrassed, or at least show the slightest bit of shame. Instead, she had the most blissful smile on her face, sighing happily as her bladder continued to empty.
“Oh, brilliant!” she muttered drunkenly. Feeling the last little bit trickle out, she looked down at the mess she made, happy that all that pee was no longer tormenting her. Still smiling, she turned to Yaz. “Now that that’s done, let’s go ride the Ferris wheel!”
“No!” Seeing her already start to take off, she rushed to grab her arm. “Doctor, no! You have to change your clothes now!”
Not seeming to grasp what the problem was, the Time Lord pouted. “But… Ferris wheel!”
“You literally just peed yourself.” She gestured down to her wet trousers, unable to believe that she had to argue this. “TARDIS. Now.”
Too drunk to properly argue, the Doctor allowed herself to be dragged through the crowd. Feeling the chill of the night air through her wet trousers, she sighed as she slowly drooped her head.
“Yaz… I’m drunk… and I peed myself… I’m a bad influence.”