Twin Telepathy by ImoutoCommissions

It was a particularly busy day for the Mossdeep Gym Leaders, Liza and 
Tate. Really, most days were busy for them, but today was especially 
busy for the psychic twins. It seemed as if every trainer and their 
brother was looking to get their gym badge that day and every time they 
finished a battle, they hardly had time to restore their Pokemon before 
another trainer challenged them.

This would not be too problematic on its own, all things considered. 
They didn't mind the battling; they wouldn't have become gym leaders if 
they did, after all. And losing was not something they minded either, as 
that was part of the order of things. No, this normally would not be 
problematic, but such little time between battles left no time for any 
bathroom breaks and they were still young.

Both of them could feel their bladders filling, and to make matters 
worse, their telepathic connection allowed them to feel exactly how full 
the other's bladder was at the moment. It took a great deal of focus to 
shut off that connection and with their concentration on the battles, 
and maintaining control over their bladders wen things got rough, they 
could not afford to waste any more focus.

And so they had to endure. The twins had to watch as trainers lined up 
and dread each and every battle that they had to face that day. At 
first, it was nothing; just a twinge of pain here or there that they 
could easily ignore, even when feeling it double due to their psychic 
connection.

But as time ticked by, the need grew and grew, leaving them both 
incredibly uncomfortable. It was, of course, still manageable, but their 
fear was increased as they felt fear for each other, then felt the 
other's fear. The double of their emotions always got confused, and it 
was sometimes hard to tell where a feeling had even originated from.

Eventually, it got to the point where the pressure was becoming 
unbearable. They both fidgeted in perfect unison, as they tried to 
conceal their growing desperation from their various opponents.

It seemed as though the twins would never get a break as they struggled 
to ignore the strong twinges in their bladder and the equally strong 
twinges in their sibling's bladder. They would both surely end up 
wetting themselves during a battle and ruin their reputations as gym 
leaders forever.

It was just as they were beginning to lose hope that they realized that 
there was only one trainer left waiting in the gym at the moment. As 
soon as they had given the badge to their most recent defeater and 
restored their Pokemon, they would only have to suffer through one more 
battle before they could take their much needed break.

But as they finished dealing with the current trainer and the new one 
approached, they were overcome by a mutual sense of dread. Maybe it was 
the swimming trunks or maybe it was the hair that was dyed blue at the 
tips and gelled up to resemble waves, or perhaps it was the creepy 
t-shirt he wore, bearing the face of the Cerulean City gym leader, but 
anyone could tell that he was a water-type trainer from a mile away.

It wasn't uncommon for them to face off trainers with water types in 
their arsenal- though they rarely met anyone as extreme as him- 
considering that they both had Pokemon with a rock typing. But, 
naturally, that wasn't something they wanted to deal with when they were 
as desperate as they were. They had honestly considered themselves lucky 
that they hadn't faced a single water type since their predicament had 
gotten this severe.

It looked like they had jinxed themselves with that thought.

They delivered their standard challenge to the trainer, their voices a 
bit shakier than usual. They hoped that they would be able to tune out 
the rushing water that would be all around them as they battled (though 
perceiving it double would make that nearly impossible) and they hoped 
he was either tough enough to beat them quickly or weak enough to be 
defeated easily.

When he sent out his first two Pokemon, a Lapras and a Starmie, he soon 
revealed that he was neither of those things. He was not quite evenly 
matched with them, and yet not strong enough that the water attacks gave 
him the huge edge that they normally would. The battle would surely drag 
out for quite some time and the thought of that was torturous.

He had a full team of water Pokemon, as expected, and any time they 
managed to cause one of his to faint, he would just fill the gap with 
another one. All they could really focus on, however, was how each Surf 
and Waterfall made them tremble and shift from foot to foot, again in 
perfect unison.

Before long, they were clenching their thighs together, their combined 
desperation mounting to the point that even with their combined 
willpower, they could not make the effort to hide their predicament from 
the trainer. If he noticed their jerky movements and figured out what 
was causing them, they could no longer afford to care.

After a grueling, agonizing battle that finally came to a close when his 
Swampert managed to take out Solrock and Lunatone, both of them barely 
managing to hold on at this point. They were grateful that the rushing 
water had stopped, but even that could not ease their double 
desperation. They could clearly feel the pain the other felt as they 
stepped toward the trainer slowly, delivering the badge with flushed 
faces and a fist clenched at opposite sides. They did not even wait for 
the trainer to finish exiting the gym before they started making their 
way to the back, where their private bathroom was waiting for them.

But when the twins stood before the one bathroom, with the one toilet, 
they faced a problem. They clearly could not both go at the same time, 
so how would they decide who went first when they both felt equal 
amounts of desperation?

"I'm going to go in first," said Liza, starting to advance.

"No, you aren't," her brother replied. "I am!" He grabbed her arm to 
stop her and they glared at each other. It wasn't often that they had 
disagreements, almost always being in perfect sync, but on the rare 
occasion, something like this would force them to separate and look out 
for themselves.

"I'm about to wet myself!" she argued, jamming a hand between her legs 
to emphasize her point.

"Well, so am I!" He mimicked her actions, and they stared each other 
down for a few moments, trying to get the other one to back down. 
Suddenly, they both lunged at the same time, trying to make it into the 
bathroom first.

They struggled against each other, trying to wedge their way in, 
elbowing and shoving one another simultaneously. It was as they were 
jostling each other so, that their bladders, seeming to maintain the 
connection that their minds and wills had momentarily lost, both 
protested the sharp movements and refused to cooperate a moment longer.

And it was at that moment that they lost another battle that day, this 
one a bit different than all of the others. At the exact same second, 
their knees buckled and their hands flew down, but to no avail. They 
were already wetting themselves, and nothing they could do would stop 
it.

They quickly soaked through their matching outfits, turning them both 
dark as a puddle formed on the bathroom floor. They were standing so 
close together that it was impossible to tell who had caused which part 
of the puddle, it had mingled so much together. Their identical streams 
lasted for almost a full minute and stopped just as they had begun- at 
the exact same second- and their bladders still ached long after they 
were emptied.

"I'm sorry," said Liza after a pause as they let the relief soak in. "I 
shouldn't have fought you like that."

"No, I'm sorry," replied Tate. "I should have just let you go first like 
you said."

As they made up with each other, they felt their connection regrow, and 
they smiled at one another.

"I think we should get cleaned up now."

"I agree. Would you like to take a bath together?"

And so they decided to close the gym temporarily in favor of spending 
the rest of the afternoon bathing together and cleaning each other up.