In New Year's Eve

'Twas an evening in Éclairé, on a road through the green,

Where a carriage rolled slowly, like a dream in between.

The wheels creaked on the dirt, under skies turning gray,

As the queens rode inside, on their way to the fray.

Not one for a battle, but a party so grand,

For New Year's with Marie and rulers from every land.

Stoic yet smiling, with her eyes red as flame,

Pandora sat, legs crossed, a wise wizard of fame.

Her dress dark as forests, with a cowl neck so deep,

Her adorned tiara on black hair that fell soft as sleep.

Beside her, Ealia, short and slim as a reed,

With silver hair flowing like moonlight indeed.

Her blue dress was long, with a collar of white,

Turquoise eyes gleaming in the fading light.

Two companions each, strong and loyal they stood,

Tranquil but watchful, as guardians should.

The carriage was cozy, with cushions of silk,

And the queens chatted idly, like sisters in ilk.

Pandora leaned back, with a thoughtful repose,

"I wonder how large this year’s cake will pose."

Ealia giggled, her voice soft and clear,

"Knowing her it'll be grand, perhaps with a sweet we should fear.

But the journey's the fun, in such a fine night,

With friends by our side, let it come what might."

Their companions listened, silent and true,

As the road wound on, under skies turning blue.

Little did they know, as the evening grew deep,

That a mishap awaited, with a secret to keep.

'Twas a jolt like a thunderclap, sudden and loud,

As the carriage lurched forward, then stopped with a thud.

Dust rose high from the road's hidden snare,

A deep hole in the dirt, causing a wheel to despair.

The queens and their guards, as steady returned,

Stepped out in confusion, to see what occurred.

The chauffeur approached with a bow and a sigh,

"A hole in the road broke the axle, oh my!

I'll fix it, your majesties, quick as I can,

But it'll take time—perhaps an hour's span."

Pandora let a sigh fall, with her dark green gown flowing,

Waved a hand with a laugh, her red eyes softly glowing.

"Worry not, good man, we've got hours arrive,

The party's at midnight—we'll wait and survive."

Ealia rubbed her temple, with silver hair gleaming,

Nodded reluctant, her turquoise eyes beaming.

"I do hope we soon resume our way,

I wouldn’t like Marie to worry about our delay."

The crew set to work with their tools and their might,

While the queens stood nearby in the fading light.

Their companions stood, ever watchful and near,

Two by the front and two by the rear.

The elite quartet, strong and silent they stayed,

As the queens resumed chat back by a tree’s shade.

They spoke of the party, of comrades and cheer,

Of toasts and of dances, of wine and good beer.

But as minutes turned hours, the cold crept in slow,

A chill from the breeze that began to bestow

A need in their bladders, a whisper at first,

Like a tickle inside, not hunger or thirst.

Pandora’s fine belly, smooth and unique,

Felt a warmth in her middle, but chose not to speak.

Now of all times, she thought, with her analytic mind,

But such thing is common, the sort one can find

In long journeys like this—I'll hold till it's done,

and at Marie’s estate, to the privy I shall run

Ealia remained quiet, with her long silver locks,

Felt a similar stir, like a knock on the docks.

Hmph, how annoying—nature calls while at the field,

But this is nothing new, so I will certainly not yield.

The cold air grew biting, the wait stretched on long,

And the need in their bladders began to grow strong.

Pandora shifted slightly, her dark green dress swaying,

Her curvy frame moving, the pressure betraying.

She crossed her long legs with a casual grace,

But inside she pondered the growing embrace

Of the warmth in her belly, a fullness so sly,

It's building, it's swelling, but I shall not let it fly.

Ealia sweating in the cold, with turquoise eyes bright,

Felt the urge a bit stronger, a persistent bite.

She rubbed her slim thighs through the blue dress so fine,

An ironic thought bubbling up in her mind.

Of course this would happen, the fates have their fun,

Making me squirm like the youngest one.

She pressed her knees close, a subtle thigh clench,

But the need kept on rising, a slow, steady wrench.

Their companions noticed, but said not a word,

Their queens' silent struggle was seen but not heard.

The chauffeur toiled on with his tools and his sweat,

Unaware of the queens' growing desperate fret.

As the hour mark passed, the cold deepened its hold,

And the bladders of queens grew more urgent and bold.

Pandora kept her grace, sleek hair aglow,

But felt the pressure increase, like a river in flow.

She shifted her rear with a subtle thigh rub,

Her black laced panties feeling snug as a glove.

It's getting quite full, this unwelcome guest,

But I'll hold it together—no matter the protest.

Ealia on her part, with her silver hair streaming,

Felt the need even sharper, her composure now teeming

With hints of distress—unable to find peace,

A hand on her belly, suppressing the urge of her piss.

This is ridiculous, this delay and this ache,

But cannot complain—my pride's at stake.

The subjects around them, the guards and the crew,

Remained oblivious, with no hint or clue.

The carriage still broken, the fix not yet done,

The queens stood in silence, the battle begun.

The need kept on growing, the cold made it worse,

A whimsical twist in this rhyming verse.

As time trickled on like a slow, lazy stream,

The queens' loyal crew jumped in to help with the scheme.

The chauffeur scratched head, with his tools all a-clatter,

And the guards lent their strength to fix what was the matter.

They pushed and they pulled, with grunts and with heaves,

But the axle stayed broken, no quick reprieve.

Ealia shifted her weight, stance becoming narrow,

The pressure inside her was growing like an arrow.

Her slim frame grew tense, with a subtle thigh clench,

The hand at her belly, a quiet little wench

Of a cramp that reminded her need was now dire,

The tea and the cold had set bladder afire.

Pandora looked at her friend, with red eyes so keen,

Noticing her fidget, the way she turned green.

"Dear Ealia, are you well? You seem quite out of sorts,"

She asked with concern, in her analytic courts.

Ealia blushed, her silver hair catching the light,

"Pandora… I must indeed confess, that at this time something's not right.

The cold and the wait have made nature call strong,

I need to... go pee, before it’s too long."

Pandora leaned close, with a knowing soft smile,

"Oh, if you knew, I've felt it a while.

I, too, have to go, the urge’s murdering me inside,

Let's find a solution, no need to confide."

Ealia nodded, but reluctance held sway,

"I can wait a bit more, till the carriage gives way."

But minutes turned hours, the fix still not done,

And Ealia's desperation had only just begun.

She crossed her slim legs, with a subtle thigh rub,

Her blue dress concealing the growing hubbub

Of her bladder's full swell, with warm, urgent tides,

"If I don’t go now, then my bladder will decide”.

"The travel's too long, and my need's too severe,

I'll wet myself soon, that's my greatest fear."

Pandora stood tall, with her dark green gown flowing,

"Then let's take a moment, without further showing."

The queens turned to crew, with a regal command,

"We'll be back in a moment, just walk through the land."

The guards stepped forward, with bows and with care,

"Your Majesties, let us accompany there."

But Ealia, serious and regal, with turquoise eyes bright,

Waved them off with a smile, polite but quite tight.

"No need, my friends, we're safe on our own,

Just a short little stroll, we just need some time alone."

Pandora turned, with red eyes so wise,

Added firm but with grace, "We'll manage, no spies."

The crew bowed and retreated, though worried they were,

As the queens slipped away, like ghosts in the blur.

Behind the thick bushes, in greenery deep,

The queens found a spot where no eyes could peep.

Ealia went first, with her long blue dress grand,

Hiked it up to her waist with a trembling hand.

Her white bloomers pulled down to her knees in a rush,

She squatted with grace, in the forest's hush.

Queen Pandora the tall, with her dark green gown high,

Tugged black laced panties off one leg with a sigh.

She spread her long legs wide, in a squat deep and bold,

Her curvy form steady, as the story unfold.

They kept watchful eyes on the carriage afar,

To make sure no crew followed, no curious star.

The relief came at once, like a river set free,

Ealia's stream hissing, a golden decree.

It pattered the grass in a long, steady flow,

A warm, urgent release from the pressure below.

She sighed soft and sweet, "Oh, that's better, my dear,"

Her turquoise eyes closed, as the stream disappeared.

Pandora on her own, with red eyes aglow,

Let loose her own torrent, a powerful show.

It splashed on the ground in a thick, steaming arc,

A minute or more, in the gathering dark.

She moaned low and content, "Ah, finally free,"

Her curvy frame trembling, like waves on the sea.

They kept eyes on the carriage, the crew far away,

No one to witness their secret display.

When streams tapered off, with a last little drip,

They tidied themselves with a quick, careful flip.

Ealia's bloomers back up to her waist with a tug,

Pandora's black panties on leg with a snug.

They smoothed down their dresses, with smiles on their faces,

And returned to the carriage, in elegant graces.

The carriage still stood, the fix coming with hope,

The chauffeur and guards worked hard on every stroke

So back the queens slipped, like shadows so sly,

Their secret kept safe under Gaia's blue sky.

But lo, as they neared, a cheer filled the air,

The axle was mended, with time left to spare!

The crew bowed low, with pride in their grin,

"Your Majesties, ready—we can now begin!"

Ealia the short, with her silver hair bright,

Gave a nod and a smile, all composed and polite.  

Pandora the tall, with her red eyes so wise,

Boarded the carriage, no hint of surprise.

Their subjects climbed in, the guards at their post,

The chauffer cracked reins, and the horses they host

Galloped off down the road, through the greenery green,

Toward the party of leaders, a glittering scene.

The queens sat in silence, their bladders now free,

The journey continued, as happy as can be.

No one ever knew of their bushy retreat,

A secret between them, forever discreet.

And so ends the tale of the queens on the road,

With a break in the bushes, where nature bestowed

A moment of relief, in the cold and the wait,

Till the carriage was fixed, and they met their fate.