If a threat were to lie on the other side of the portal, a full bladder or a wet diaper would hardly help Tigress to deal with it. She was halfway to the bathroom when a dull "thunk" off in the distance drew her keen ear. Then, a small shadow dashed up high above the walls of the Jade Palace, then another, then another. Just pinpricks, but rapidly growing in the distance.
It took Tigress's sleepy brain a couple seconds to realize that the shadows were catapult boulders. The first one struck the garden she was walking through, throwing to her to the ground to watch as the remaining boulders struck true to the Jade Palace, sending rubble barreling up into the sky. Then a flurry of fire arrows emanated from the valley, thudding into the walls and peppering the landscape. As the fires caught the flora of the palace, Tigress found herself on a frantic dash for cover as the terraces of the building crumbled and anything exposed to the sky rapidly transformed into a pin cushion. Yet another stone crashed down in front of her as she ran, slamming her back into a column.
The combination of pain shock and fear ruptured her tenuous control over her bladder, and as she gasped in embarrassment, an unrelenting jet of urine escaped her, hissing into the diaper. The stream eventually abated and Tigress laid subdued on the ground in a small puddle, her embarrassment devolving into tears.
Even that would have to wait.
"Aren't there seven of them?" she heard someone say. "Rufus says the big cat's missing. If we get a member of the Furious Five behind our backs-"
"That won't matter," came the reply. "All we need to do is get the panda away from the Palace."
Tigress knew that she needed to act before more enemies arrived, so she swept into the building and rushed the two who were strolling through what used to be the sacred Hall of Heroes.
"Tigress!" a cat bandit hissed and lunged at her, not registering the leaking diaper suspended from Tigress's waist.
While not the most cautious choice for defeating an armed opponent, Tigress chose a flying kick for the hope that the bandit would be unprepared for the devastating blow. To be fair, such a gambit usually worked on overconfident opponents like the one she was so obviously faced with. However, Tigress had also overestimated her own ability. Impaired by her emotional distress and the awkward weight of her diaper, not to mention the wetness that had accumulated on the smooth floor, her flying kick quickly turned into a squishy pelvic smash that the bandit was even less prepared for, considering that there was now a soaking wet, leaky diaper stuffed into her face.
"Ew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew!" The bandit scrabbled out from under Tigress and stared at her for a moment as she furiously tried to wipe her face clean. "That's so disgusting! How can you- Nah."
The bandit turned around and sprinted away as fast as she could, mumbling "I'm not paid enough for this."
The other one, a wolf, had his eyes glued to Tigress's undergarments the whole time. As the tiger turned back to face him, frazzled and teary-eyed, he dropped his sword and raised his hands over his head.
"You know what? You look like you're having a bad enough day," he chuckled, walking past her across the room. "I'm just going to get a snack, don't mind me."
After the good-natured wolf had truly gone, Tigress trudged forward to open the palace gate. Outside were the rest of the Furious Five and Master Shifu- Po was nowhere to be found- and who had apparently finished the last of the bandit soldiers. Viper was the first one to notice her friend's predicament.
"Tigress? Are you okay?" She slithered up to her, looking at Tigress's face, but Viper could hardly fail to notice the source of the problem since it was hanging right next to her head. "Um..."
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