With a huge effort, Arin stepped aboard the small square craft, floating about ankle-height off the raised walkway. It was almost nine o'clock at night, and she needed to get back to her airship. The only problem was her brother Lea: he'd attended the first part of a meeting with her that afternoon, and split off from her around four to get some food. Arin had gotten there early; they were supposed to meet back up at the craft at eight-thirty, but the time had come and gone, leaving Arin with only the company of a small piece of paper, blowing listlessly about the deserted aircraft docking area in the breezy evening. This wouldn't have been so bad by itself, but Arin had been desperate to pee for hours and was more than anxious to return to her ship, file her paperwork, and pick up where she'd left off with Lana that morning.
The docking area itself was a low platform, at which up to sixteen small hovering crafts could be moored. Arin's type of craft was called a "raft," and was basically just a floating, unimpressive square of floor with railing around it, with a control panel embedded into one of the corners and a sunshade at the top. The ship was only about half a kilometer away, sitting in a giant maintenance cradle on the other side of the docks. She could see its hulking silhouette against the blazing sunset and made a split-second decision.
Arin entered her key code into the control panel and panted to herself, "He can fly back, he needs the exercise anyway," before closing the gate and setting the raft to hover. She could've flown using her wings, but doing that would put a lot of extra stress on her bladder, and she was well past her normal holding capacity by this point. Arin's face was almost as red as her shoulder-length crimson hair, and her large, sparrow-like feathered wings were held stiffly at her sides as the raft started to lift.
The little piece of paper blowing around the dock caught on Arin's hand. Figuring she could throw it in the recycling bin on the ship, she hastily folded the paper and stowed it into her pocket while she set the raft's speed.
The flight back to the ship was agonizingly slow; the delivery crafts were undergoing maintenance, so Arin had to dock her raft more than twice as far away from the doors to the lower decks as she normally did.
Since it was so late, no one was around and Arin didn't have to hide her desperation on the long walk up the hallway to her office. Several times she stopped and spread her feet wide on the linoleum floor, fully expecting to pee herself, only to regain control and avert the leak at the last second.
Arin hurriedly filed away her papers in the correct bins, drawers, and folders and plodded out of her office. Her bladder felt like an overfilled balloon in her abdomen, making it impossible for her to walk normally. It wasn't until she fumbled the keys to her office when she went to lock it that she realized she wasn't going to make it to her quarters.
Yanking the key back out of the lock, Arin forced the door forward. There was a small restroom connected to her office, and she waddled toward it as quickly as she could, gathering up her skirt with a steady drip beginning between her legs. Ahead of her, the restroom door was closed. She felt an overwhelming rush of relief when she laid her hand on the doorknob: the toilet was right on the other side of the-
Click.
The doorknob was stuck in place. Arin wiggled it, and her stomach dropped.
"Locked?!" whined Arin. Part of her wanted to cry, but the rest of her was quickly losing control of her bladder. She started to panic and ran toward the first place she could think of: her desk. There was a small absorbent pad underneath for emergencies and ink spills, and she ran for it, tripping over her own feet at exactly the wrong moment. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was the corner of her desk, speeding toward her face in what felt like slow motion.
Four hours later...
The Shieldmaiden found herself back in the clearing she always had, feeling like she had been somewhere - and someone - completely different just moments before. She tried to remember, but her brain could only feed her fuzzy images and jumbled syllables.
The thick old-growth forest around her was quiet, with only the occasional bird call, echoing through the trees, rapidly darkening in the early dusk. The Shieldmaiden knew, somehow, that her target would be there soon, and somehow, she knew exactly where she wanted to go.
"That's a lot of 'somehows,'" whispered a little voice in the back of the Shieldmaiden's mind. Not really knowing what else to do, she set off down a winding, shadowy path that would lead her up the side of the river valley, and to the top of the waterfall that fed the river. The path was gentle and sloping, giving the falls a wide berth.
In what felt like no time at all, the Shieldmaiden was within sight of the top of the waterfall. Her stomach did a nervous backflip, and she gripped her sword: the ice giantess was already there, naked, lying spreadeagled on her back next to the river. Most of the ice giantess's supine form was on one side of the river, with her large feathered wings squashed uncomfortably to one side; one foot stuck out over the sheer cliff over the falls while the other was sprawled out over the river, crossing the water like a bridge. The giantess's head was facing away from the Shieldmaiden, but as she sneaked up to the river, giantess's low, rumbling breathing was unmistakable: she was asleep.
There was no other way to cross, so the Shieldmaiden made her way to the giantess's foot. She sheathed her sword and climbed up onto the huge heel. Since the giantess's leg was sprawled out sideways it was easy to walk on, and the giantess was mercifully still, sleeping soundly.
Once she reached the giantess's knee, the Shieldmaiden could see more of the giantess's body: the giantess's breasts were so large that they cast shadows down her belly, which seemed to swell up like a hill just below her belly button. Some of the giantess's long crimson braid of hair sat across her shoulders, strewn with giant pearls. Weirdly, the Shieldmaiden also caught a glimpse of a tiara on the giantess's head, decorated with delicate crystals to resemble melting icicles.
"Why the tiara though?" the Shieldmaiden asked herself aloud. It felt as if she'd asked this question many times before, and it made the little voice in her head from before snicker: "Yeah, you have."
The Shieldmaiden climbed the giantess's thigh and onto her belly. It felt springy beneath the Shieldmaiden's feet as though it were full of fluid, almost like an overfilled water bed-
"Mmnnnngh," the giantess moaned, shifting. The Shieldmaiden lost her footing and tumbled back as the giantess pulled her foot away from the cliff next to the waterfall, drawing her knee up. The Shieldmaiden almost fell off the giantess between her legs, but she was stopped by something. She didn't really think about it, scrambling to her feet, and even pushed off this odd object. Against the judgment of that obnoxious voice in her head, she drew her sword and charged; if she was fast enough, she could cut off a lock of hair and make a run for it-
The ice giantess shifted again, pulling up her other leg from the river. The cold water on her thigh seemed to wake her up, and her entire body started to move. The Shieldmaiden got to the top of the bulge in the giantess's stomach again before she was thrown back, grabbing onto the first thing she could, protruding between the giantess's legs: a large clitoris, almost shoulder-height to the Shieldmaiden. It was very warm - which seemed like it should be uncharacteristic of an ice giantess - and throbbing with the giantess's quickening heartbeat.
"But this is a dream, we don't need logic," cackled the voice in the Shieldmaiden's head, louder than ever.
"Oh shut up," mumbled the Shieldmaiden, hanging on for dear life.
The giantess dislodged one wing from behind her, then the other, sitting up. She gasped again, and her hips tilted forward, leaving the shieldmaiden hanging on tighter than ever, dangling in front of the giantess's swollen vulva, which was easily twice the Shieldmaiden's height.
The giantess's clitoris bobbed up and down, and she let out a low moan that rumbled through the valley, but the Shieldmaiden hung on stubbornly. If she fell off she'd be trapped between the giantess and cliff over the waterfall.
A huge amount of fluid seeped from the giantess's urethra; it was level with the Shieldmaiden's legs, and somehow, she knew that it was just a small leak. She started climbing madly: if the giantess let go, she would get blown away over the waterfall-
One of the giantess's hands lowered itself between her legs. "Whoa there, stop that," said the ice giantess in her booming voice, sounding tired. Her hand cupped underneath the Shieldmaiden to catch her, but the Shieldmaiden held on stubbornly. "Come on, I really have to pee."
The Shieldmaiden wouldn't budge.
