The day of the big dance had finally arrived, and Pinkie Pie woke up and bright and early. She loved a good party, after all. But perhaps she had woken too early... Glancing at her clock, she saw that she wouldn't have to start getting ready for school for another three hours. She turned on her side and tried to go back to dreamland, but that wasn't happening. She was just too excited!

She sprang out of bed and picked out her clothes for the day, then she watched some TV. She started to feel a little sleepy later on, but it was time to leave already. So, she poured herself a couple cups of coffee to help keep herself awake.

She started to regret that a little bit when she got to Canterlot High. She felt a tiny tingling in her lower abdomen, and she figured that it was from a lot more than just excitement. No big deal, there was still time left before the first class of the day to visit a restroom. Hopefully, they had been fixed after the previous day's vandalism.

They weren't.

Oh well, no big deal. Pinkie Pie, ever the optimist, reassured herself that she could wait until later. Just so long as she didn't think about it. Her first few classes breezed by, as she daydreamed about balloons and streamers and the super fun party she'd be going to. She barely paid her bladder any attention, not until lunch anyway.

As she and her friends rallied support for Twilight's campaign, she was careful not to drink much. Even if running around so much made her a bit sweaty and tired. She was definitely feeling it now. If she didn't get to a toilet soon... She'd be in trouble. As she sat down to eat, she turned her knees into each other and twitched her legs uncomfortably. Her bladder was positively straining now.

But that was okay, because she only had to get through three more classes, and then she could find a place to go. But partway through her next class, any diverting thoughts she could come up with were drowned in the ocean of fluid she now had to focus all of her limitless energy on. She tapped her foot and beat her fingers against her desk restlessly. She felt her cheeks flush from the strain of holding her absolutely full bladder, wishing she was flushing in a different way. There was no way she could make it through two more classes.

Wincing, she kicked her legs out and agitatedly tapped her feet again. She snapped her legs together and bobbed them up and down slowly.

“Ms. Pinkie?” The teacher called. “Is there a problem?”

She hadn't realized how much noise her restless tapping was making. “No,” she answered. What was the point of telling him? Even if he excused her, the toilets were all broken anyway.

“Please hold still, you're distracting the rest of the class.”

Pinkie nodded as some of the other students snickered at her. It was common for Pinkie to disrupt class in one way or another. She was just so hyper, and she had a tendency to blurt things out. She sat still, which became increasingly difficult with each second. She tried to squeeze her legs, but worried that that may be distracting as well somehow. Her bladder was past full and she couldn't move or do anything to help keep it from exploding. Just as she was starting to feel on the verge of panic, the bell rang.

She burst from the classroom much in the way her bladder was wishing to burst from her. She looked back and forth, in a state of pure panic. This was bad, this was so, so bad. She bounced around, from MUCH more than excitement. She needed somewhere to go. She didn't care where it was. Especially after she felt the first few drops seep into her panties. Pinkie bit her lip. There had to be something she could do... She held herself with both hands, she couldn't think of anything, this was hopeless. Pee was already starting to drip down her legs.

Pinkie quickly shook her head. Nothing was ever hopeless. With a determined look, she stepped outside the backdoor of the school. There was a big dumpster near the back of the building and Pinkie grimaced. She'd never even think of doing something like this in any normal situation. But this wasn't a normal situation. The thought that if she could make it over there, it might give enough cover that she could hide behind it and pee and pee until this horrible feeling of fullness finally left her alone.

And that's what she did. She had to go so badly that it actually took a second for it to start coming out, strangely enough. “Ahhh,” she moaned. Much better. The sound of her relief mixed and mingled with the sound of urine wetting the concrete with a satisfying 'hssss'. The liquid gushed out at a full force, she was somewhat limp and hazy from how great it felt to finally let go.

She jumped a little bit at the sound of a ball hitting the dumpster. She strained a bit to make herself finish her pee faster, but to no avail. As her stream continued soaking the ground, Rainbow Dash approached to fetch the lost ball. Pinkie shut her eyes. Maybe if she couldn't see Rainbow Dash, then Rainbow Dash wouldn't be able to see her. But there was no ignoring the sound of the liquid spattering the ground.

“Pinkie Pie,” the rainbow haired girl remarked. “You are SO random...”