Fizzlepop’s first Grand Galloping Gala! What an exciting event to attend, especially since most of her life consisted of hatred and not having fun at Grand Galloping Galas. She was so thrilled to see all the spectacles of the nice life that she had forgot to use the restroom before. The night passed and the time seemed to fly with how much she enjoyed being able to connect with other ponies. Fizzlepop was having so much fun that she ignored the gentle burn of the natural need to urinate. More time passed, until she finally gave up nonchalantly dancing to prevent herself from dribbling down her legs. After taking a corridor off to the left, she noticed nopony was around. All she wanted to do was find the little filly’s room. As she looked more, Fizzle became much slower with her muscles tightening to stop the flow that dammed behind her muscular posterior. A dead end… an endless staircase… more pointless rooms… her face was solemn as she clicked along the floor, shaking her legs and head to stay wary of any break in the endless halls of silence. Her eyes jolted open and she scoffed when a spurt warmed a circle around her marehood. She twisted her neck around to look at the dark spot in her pants. Every muscle burned; she stood with her legs crossed, panting and nearly in fear of losing it all. If she just let a little bit go, she could spare enough time to find a guard or something that would save her. A splash spewed out, splattering the stone hall and echoing away. She only wanted a little to relieve the pressure, but she couldn’t stop. Her chest and face washed over with cold as her embarrassment squirted down her legs, soaking a trail of black along her clothes. The hot urine flowed into her shoe and filled around her hoof with the rest growing as a puddle around her shaking end.