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  Deep in the forest, hidden high in the shadows of the canopy, Whisper the wolf sits crotched down on the thick branch of a tall oak tree. She is as still as the trees around her, her Wispon weapon aimed straight ahead and her breath quiet and soft as she keeps her aim steady and true. She sees her target just over a few hundred meters away; one of Eggman’s heavily armored mechs. Through her mask, she sees her target is within range. All she has to do now is wait for the right time to pull the trigger.
  All the while, Sonic and his friends are busy battling the evil robot. They’re giving it their all, but they are not strong enough to get through the robot’s thick armor. Even with Sonic on their side, it’s clear that they are not going to defeat this robot easily or fast enough. The mech walks on its four legs through the forest on its way to a nearby innocent village. If it isn’t stopped soon, it will destroy that village and anything else that gets in its way.
  Hours ago, Sonic and his team got an intercepted message that Eggman was going to attack the village, so they moved out and managed to catch up to the machine that Eggman sent to do the job, but they were not doing well. No matter how many attacks they lay on it, they couldn’t so much as slow the giant robot down.
  Luckily, the "Guardian Angel of the Battle Field" Whisper knew about the mech from her own information sources. Knowing the mech’s travel path, she took up a position an hour ago near where she predicted the robot to be. She was far enough for the mech not to detect her, but close enough to take a shot at its weak point, which was a very small porthole on the side of its head. It was armored enough that Sonic’s attacks would not work on it, but Whisper’s weapon would not have that problem.
  For an hour, the wolf lay in complete stillness and silence waiting for the mech to come down the path and get into the perfect position. Such was the job of a seasoned sniper such as herself. The mech could show at any moment and she had to be ready for that. She couldn't even move for a bathroom break, lest she risks missing her opportunity. Hence why she was now regretting having one too many drinks and too little time to use the bathroom before her mission. Mentally, she kicked herself for the amateur mistake, but there was nothing she could do about it now. As she waited, all those drinks slowly filled her bladder until it was stretched to its limit, unable to take anything more. Whisper struggled with her bladder in silence. Within, her muscles tightened like crazy to keep too much pee in her too small bladder. Whisper needed to pee in the worst way, and that urgency grew worse with the passing minutes. To make matters worse, being crouched on one knee with her legs apart was the worst pose to be in with her bladder that full. Yet, even with her bladder bursting, the wolf stayed where she was. The only thing she could do about it is hold out until her mission was done. She hopes her bladder would last that long, but Whisper was feeling that was unlikely.
  Thankfully, she doesn’t have to wait much longer. With her radio hacked into an Eggman frequency, she learns that the bot was moving into position. Sonic and his team are in the midst of battling the mech, but the best they could do at this point is cause a distraction. Whisper pressed her legs together as much as he could without shifting her position on the branch. Her sphincter is tightened to the max, but Whisper knows that it’s not enough. She would squeeze her groin if she did not have both of her hands on her weapon, not that it would help much. Behind her mask, she grimaces and winces as her bladder pulses painfully in her gut, splitting her attention between maintaining her aim and keeping herself from wetting her panties. Whisper’s not a fan of pissing herself, but she would rather do that than move right now.
  Whisper mentally begs the bot to get into position and turn its weak point her way so she can sooner take her shot, but the machine is not making it easy for her. Her bladder is growing tired of holding her pee, her limit drawing close. Whisper struggles to stop her body from trembling, the effort of holding her pee taking a bigger strain on her focus. By this point, if she so much as moves, she would wet herself. Losing control of her bladder has become an inevitability. Giving up on her bladder. Whisper puts all her focus and energy into keeping her aim. She knows it’s a lost cause as she feels a stream of dampness filling her crotch. She shudders as the wet sensation fills her panties little by little, but still, she did not move. All she needed was for the bot to turn her way, but the chance would not come before the trickling stream becomes a full torrent of clear pee overflowing her panties and running down her legs.
  Suddenly, she has her moment! The porthole was turned her way for a fraction of a second, but that was all the time she needs. She takes her shot and fires her Wisp. It hits the porthole perfectly, and the evil mech explodes loud enough for Whisper to feel and hear it all the way at her tree. Her radio comes alive with the cheers of Sonic and his team. Although everyone wonders where the shot came from, they know who did it and shout their thanks in hopes that Whisper would hear them.
  With her mission done, the sniper turns her mind to her other urgent problem. She puts her gun aside and steps to the base of the branch where it meets the tree. Quickly, she pulls down her pants and squats down. Whatever control she has left Whisper lets it go, but her bladder is already letting her waters flow in full force. A high-pressured stream of clear piss fell from her bare loins and splashed onto the tree branch. She didn't take long to finish for half her bladder contents had already emptied into her pants. Thankfully, the stain was hard to see, and it was more than likely no one will see her like this, but that didn’t lessen the blush of shame under her mask.
  It was time for her to leave. Whisper pulls up her pants and picks up her weapon. Then, swifter than the wind, Whisper vanished into the darkness of the forest, leaving nothing more than the spatter of her pee on the branch as evidence that she was even there.