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Chapter 11: Much Piss, Much Wow --Wednesday October 1st, 2008-- Morning. I wake up in Sorcha’s bed. Her soft chest rises and falls as she breathes and it's just beautiful. I’m quite tempted to urinate all over her breasts but you know, boundaries. We’ve already agreed that we’d not preform any pissplay in each other’s beds, which is a shame but I understand of course. Why am I talking so much about pee right now you may be asking? Because my bladder is about to explode! Like good god my lower tummy bulge is so visible right now… we ate and drank way too much last night in our celebrations following the competition. I meekly crawl out of bed and make my way to her master bathroom while doing my best not to let any leakage escape from my slit. The absurd amount of physical training I’ve done over these past couple of months has probably managed to strengthen my bladder as well as silly as that may sound. I open her bathroom door and lift up the marble toilet bowl lid. I stand over it and thrust out my hips out as I pull my vulva lips apart with my fingers and l let out a deep sigh. This… is the best feeling in the world when it comes to pissing… the moment before you know you’re going to feel so much better in an instant. A few small dribbles of urine escape my urethra and run down my leg before a hot stream shoots out of my pussy and I whimper out softly at the feeling of relief. "Ahhh…" I exhale as I relax my vaginal muscles over the toilet. I know the feeling quite well and yet the amazing bliss of it never dies, every time I pee now it's like I'm soaring on cloud nine. The warm sensations that radiate through my nethers is so intoxicating that I often forget where I am. I’m so tempted to masturbate as I continue to force the piss out of my deflating bladder. But I don’t even get the chance to as I feel a soft hand caress my furred buttcheek and a single finger that briefly teases the soft inside of my anal rim. “Morning hun.” A sleepy Sorcha nuzzles my ear as I continue to urinate. She’s clearly enjoying the show as she softly teases my asshole. "Mhm…" I mumble as I finish urinating, which takes me about another sixty seconds by the way and I start to clean myself off afterwards. I take the wet wipes from her vanity and dry myself thoroughly. My mind drifts to last night and how amazing she was. I don’t have to imagine for very long though as she squats over the toilet with her dazzling fat yellow ass in front of my hips and smirks. She lets her bladder loose and her warm pee drips into the toilet as it merges with mine. I grab her left buttcheek and squeeze as she yelps, god she’s so fucking sexy. "You like that, huh?" She coos as the scent of her golden nectar starts to overpower my own. “So do you…” I lick my lips. “I can see the horniness radiating off of you.” Watching her piss is making my pussy so wet... I just wanna eat out her ass... but I can’t. Her urine stream lasts only about twenty five seconds, much shorter than mine but it's still a treat for the eyes. After we briefly tease each other while half asleep, we shower and dry ourselves off. I put on my usual training gear before breakfast while Sorcha still tries to convince me that I don't need clothes, which she does nearly every morning I should say. We have a nice warm herbal tea along with some poached eggs, bacon and some fruit, kiwis this time. Pretty much all my mornings spent with Sorcha go this way... it's quite nice. Sometimes we spend our night with other Reapers but it's usually just us with me being busier than everyone else. I can't wait until November when I finally have a day off again, Sorcha is already planning some surprises for when that time arrives. But alas I just have one more month of punishment... for cutting Jason's dick off. Ok it wasn't just for that but you know come on it's funny now. Despite the cute assassin robots that continue to watch me twenty four hours a day, seven days a week I still laugh inside whenever I think of Jason's misery in that moment. God I'm terrible. Anyway yeah not much else to talk about really, I just wanted to share my current routine. And oh yeah, the third month of training starts today and something is new so I'll talk about that too. When we get to the gym we feel... heavier. Father informs us that the gravity in our workout area will be twenty percent stronger than we're used to from now on, in order to strengthen our bodies even further than before. God damn I was joking about Dragon Ball Z training before but now it's reality! What the fuck brain? Good fucking god this is almost like day one all over again, this is intensely difficult. Just when I thought my body gotten used to this absurd push it to the limit regimen we're going beyond that now. Fuck me in the ass. Actually don't. Actually... do? Gah focus girl. The usual sprinting and stretching that we do is mostly the same I guess but holy hell the push ups, sit ups and weight lifting are just obnoxious. I feel like I'm going to pass out several times from exhaustion but somehow I stay conscious. My body is getting enough oxygen even if it doesn't feel like it. I'm sweating bricks and drinking alot more water... which means more piss later on... yay. I wonder how it'd feel to urinate in higher gravity? Oof... my pee brain is going straight back to horny thoughts. Stop it, get some help. Thanks Michael. Anyway yeah this is brutal. When the six grueling hours are over I just wanna nap... but I can't because well you know we still have our six hours of alchemy training today. At least I survived that physical insanity but we're now onto the mental variation. I should say that I've learned to make Apples, Oranges, Carrots and Potatoes now. They're smaller than normal ones that you'd grow naturally but hey it's a start. Eating raw taters doesn't sound very appealing but if I'm ever in a situation for some reason where I don't have any supplies... at least I wouldn't starve to death. Not that I would parish that way anyway since my Reaper cells regenerate but being in a constant state of agonizing hunger sounds like a curse. I'm sure some witch somewhere has done that to some vagabond at some point in time. That's a lot of somes. Damn, learn to write better you lazy author you. Anyway... with basic food and water out of the way I figured I'd focus on learning to alchemize a survival tool of some sort. I want to start off small but I also want something useful so I'm going with a sort of pick-axe/hammer hybrid thing, with a pick at one end and a blunt piece of metal on the other. I could go for something like a knife or a hatchet but I think a tool to dig myself out of something would be far more useful in an emergency. I don't wanna be trapped underground with an asshole for a roommate ever again. Those knives and axes can wait. But yeah I'm working on one small thing at a time. Should only take me a few days to get a solid handle made consistently, then a couple days for some kind of softer comfortable grip and then finally the metallic head. Not that kind of head. Sucky sucky. But yeah that's the plan right now. I don't have much to speak of when it comes to my abilities, when I have a decent update on that I'll let you all know. This month is gonna be absolutely brutal. But at least I'll have Sorcha by my side... and a little bit of Axel and Paisou too. --Friday October 10th, 2008-- Today starts off perfectly normal. Only three more Fridays after this... and then my schedule goes back to normal and my "probation period" ends. After the day's training activities are finished, I decide to go and hang out with Paisou for a bit, since Sorcha informed me yesterday that she'd be with Toshia today. It's been a couple of weeks since Paisou and I have talked really, I've just been so busy. I still am of course, just... making the time now. I'm fucking exhausted but even so I'm looking forward to it. When we meet we awkwardly greet each other as per usual. We decide to eat at an Irish pub of sorts, since they make some of his personal favorite foods in the megastructure. The grub is greasy and probably not very healthy but holy hell it's delicious. Paisou orders two burgers for us, some kinda mushroom mozzarella melt with bacon and a couple onion rings for toppings... or whatever the hell you call the ingredients that you stuff in between two buns. It's pretty damn good actually, I love the flavor of the cheese. It tastes so buttery and smooth and the mushrooms and onion rings add a great flavor and texture at the same time. As I said, it's so damn greasy but very satisfying. Anyway, after we eat we head to some kind of anime café/love hotel... thingy. The room is covered in a soft teal carpet with nice silver curtains that are covering up the fake windows that I assume reflect the time of day because it's simulating sunset lighting right now. A white linen bed made out of some kind of lighter wood is engraved with a floral pattern on the headboard. The bed is obviously made for two people and it's pressed against one wall with a nice flat screen TV on the opposite side of the room. There are several pillows scattered across the top of the mattress, one large couch in another corner and several tables and display cases full of weeaboo figurines are placed around the lounge room. This is basically Paisou's second home from what he's told me, he comes here to watch anime all the fucking time whenever he's not training or eating. Must be nice. We get into bed and snuggle abit as we relax and watch some anime named 'The Big O' which is about this girl who can control space and time and uses her power to solve mysteries and fight crime... or something. I don't know really I'm not paying much attention to it. I'm too tired... and very horny right now. "Mmm..." I sigh as the warmth of Paisou's furred skin touches mine, I bury my head into his chest. "You're so warm." "Heh..." He replies as he kisses the top of my head. "It's nice to just chill with you again." His hand gently rubs up and down the back of my tank top, I lean onto my elbows as I rest my head on a pillow and smile at him. We watch more of the anime together for about fifteen minutes but then I start to get restless because of my inflamed desires. I look over to Paisou and notice that he's staring straight at me, his eyes burning with lust. His hand slowly reaches forward to caress the side of my breast under my tank top and he smiles as his fingers gently slide underneath the fabric and tease my nipple that is imprisoned by my bra. I enjoy his sensual groping, his soft hand is more tender than any other male who's slept with me and yet still just as strong as you'd expect. I nibble on his cute round raccoon ear as I whisper. "Let's... get more comfortable." Paisou stops invading my tank top with his fingers and nods. I help him get his shirt off and he pulls my tank top up over my head afterwards. We kiss tenderly a little bit but it doesn't take long for him to grab my yoga pants and pull them off. I unbutton and yank off his jeans as we lay back on the bed in our underwear. His slim frame is so sexy in its own way. We make out for like ten more minutes, just slowly enjoying each other's body heat as the anime continues its consistent background noise. I feel Paisou's half chub brush against my thigh and I let out a chuckle. "Want me to jerk you off?" I whisper in a sultry voice. "Yeah... can... can I touch you too? You know, down there?" Paisou speaks with his usual shyness it's just adorable. "Of course. First one to cum will be... punished." I tease. We both lay flat on our backs, the left side of my torso and hips is directly touching his right. I can sense his breathing, his warmth and his arousal all at once. I softly start to grope his privates through his boxers as he begins to tease my pussy on the outskirts of my panty fabric. It feels strange yet highly erotic for fingers other than my own to be masturbating for me. I take in a relaxing deep breath as my vagina begins to get moist as he lightly rubs my slit from the outside. I show him my gratitude by firmly grabbing his balls, enjoying the feeling of the soft cotton covering them up and the effect that my groping has on his humid breath. It's not long before his fingers are inside my panties, sliding around my labia and making their way up into my core. We tease each other slowly, letting our bodies gradually get used to each other's sexual invasion. It doesn't take much time for his dick to become fully erect from my smooth feminine hand exploring the edges of his privates. My body arches up as he pushes his fingers inside of me a couple minutes later, his digits start to move in and out of my dripping slit with an agonizingly slow speed that almost makes me lose it. I feel so flustered down there that I let out a muffled moan as I bite my lower lip, I'm beyond horny by this point, my pussy wants to cum and squirt out loads of fluids but she'll have to wait. I quickly slide my left hand inside his boxers and jerk off his erect blue cock lustfully. We both moan lightly, it feels great to mutually masturbate like this. But we don't want to finish it that quickly do we? No... we're going to have some fun first. I lean over him and kiss him on the lips passionately. "Mmm..." Paisou kisses me back with fervor and excitement, it's obvious that he's just as turned on as me right now. His tongue darts in and out of my mouth as he continues to tease my clit, I don't slow down with my wanking of his member either. Our duo wanking session is getting a bit frantic but I'm enjoying myself thoroughly, I can feel his erection pulsing through my fingers as my sopping cunt threatens to explode girlcum all over his hand. His breathing speeds up as mine does. I feel his hot breath on my neck, I know that he's getting close to finishing... but I still want more. I'm sure he does as well. "You can... you can cum whenever you want... but I'm not done yet..." I whisper seductively in his ear, he simply moans quietly in response. He thrusts two fingers into me again at maximum speed, making sure to make my pussy feel every bit of pleasure as it's capable of feeling. He then pulls them out and grabs my panties instead, pulling them down around my knees. I slide his boxers off to the same level and continue to jerk him off furiously. My mind is blank now, just concentrating on pleasuring his cock the best that I can do. I have to ensure that it doesn't slip through my hand. I can feel my climax coming closer by the second, he must be about ready to burst as well considering how avidly he's rubbing me down there. Paisou lean's up towards my ear and lets out a loud groan as I pant heavily. "Fuck... fuck... uuuugh... your cunt is squeezing tightly against my fingers Vaine..." Paisou squirms with pleasure. We're both so sweaty now as he thrusts deep into me with his digits, sending shivers down my spine and making my body convulse around him. The heat that he creates in my core feels so incredible, he's really hitting home on his target now... the orgasmic detonation that I've been building up for so long has finally begun. The pleasure grows more intense and stronger than ever before, his cock ejaculates around my hand as our juices splash against each other's fur coated skin, the sensation of my climax completely overwhelms me and I moan louder than I have for a long while. We both gasp for air as my cumming pussy sends waves of pleasure through me, I can feel loads of girlcum shooting out of my slit like a fucking rifle barrel. I feel him release the last of his cock juice as nearly half of it splatters across my body and he moans happily, he reaches under my arm and grabs his cock so that he can milk out another shot or two before he completely lets go. I lay on top of him afterwards, exhausted and content... and with an annoying need to pee. "Who won?" Paisou smiles as his breathing slowly returns to normal. "I think it was a close race." "It was probably a tie..." I say with a seductive voice. "Which means neither of us have to be punished I guess. We may as well both relieve ourselves and just... fall asleep. I'm tired, so very tired." He gives me a cute smile and kisses me tenderly on the cheek as he takes off my bra and tosses it away. We're now both naked, apart from our underwear that's still lazily hanging just below our knees. "You can piss first." I coo. "Then I'll reward you with mine." Paisou nods and obeys as I feel and hear his spent penis trickle out some urine. Most of it lands on him and the bed but a few drops spurt onto my butt and I laugh as he just casually wets the bed. I'm too lazy to do anything about it so I simply lay ontop of him and relax as the warm fluid splashes everywhere it can. He only pees for about twenty seconds or so but it was nice. "Sorry I don't... have more in the tank." He looks at me with a slight smile. "That's ok." I look deep into his eyes as my privates shudder abit. "I have had to pee since before we ate so... I should have plenty inside of me." I relax my urethra muscles and sigh as I feel my warm bladder start to drain itself onto his privates. It feels so damn good and gravity is doing most of the work. I let go of all the piss that I have in me without holding back. He groans lightly as he's soaked through and he kisses me lightly as I continue to pee on him. The warmth of my own fluids mixes with his own fresh pee and it creates a weirdly pleasurable mixture that I can't get enough of. My pussy feels so nice and satisfied right now as she continues to enjoy urinating. This feeling will never get old. I know that I'll be happy as long as I have someone to share these moments with. After I finish peeing about a minute later, we both relax and I fall asleep on my stomach beside Paisou rather quickly, feeling much too warm to even care about a blanket right now. My mind drifts off to horny dreams and the day ends on a sexual high. --Thursday October 16th, 2008-- Today is a rather... different kind of day. Normally I spend my precious few hours before bed either with someone or by myself in my room just relaxing and shit. But for some reason, I decided to just browse a fake music vinyl store today because of a weird nostalgic mood that I woke up with this morning. Since this uhh, fraudulent place of business was probably made for me since I requested it earlier. How do I know this you may be asking? Because every artist, album and single in here is some kind of Heavy Metal subgenre. And I'm pretty sure I'm the only Reaper metalhead on Earth right now. I'm like... enjoying browsing all the rare and out of print records they have available. It's kind of funny though because they're all just duplicates made with alchemy from whatever data the Sentinels and Father gathered from Earth anyway. Regardless I found this one song that I really like called Fragile Existence by a band called Fractal Eclipse. It begins with a sort of dark atmospheric slow electric guitar intro for about ten to fifteen seconds, then a male singer comes in with a rather melancholy half-speaking drone. ♪ I walk these streets in shadow, with nothing but fear Every painful breath I take, feels like the last one here ♪ The guitar slowly picks up pace and the drums and bass begin playing as the second half of the verse starts. ♪ My mind is racing, as I face my incoming mortality The shattering of my soul, it's my compressing reality ♪ The emotion almost instantly skyrockets and I love it as the catchy and shredding chorus tears through my ear holes. ♪ Life is fragile, and it's slipping away Every day, I'm haunted by the decay I'm searching for hope, but it's fading fast Life is fragile, and it won't last ♪ I mean damn the chorus hits like a fucking truck I love it. I guess I won't bore you with more details hmm? Ya'll probably don't care about a song that doesn't exist in your reality anyway. Oops. Anyway the lyrics for the bridge really appeal to me so I guess I'll share those as well. ♪ I'm screaming out, for something to believe A way to escape, this endless grief But every answer, feels like a lie In the end, we all die ♪ Yeah it's basic shit I guess but for some reason, how the lead singer draws out these lyrics is just stunning. I would love to see this band live. Guess that's never going to happen now hmm? They probably did die, considering they were an American band. Anyway... I guess I'm just here because... I needed a break from everyone and everything. You all ever feel like that? Life is going good, great even, and yet you still have an itch in the back of your mind that just won't go away. It's bothersome. I should be happy right now and enjoying myself to the fullest. And yet, here I am, browsing a fake music store all by myself, just idling the time away doing nothing. I could be getting Axel's dick up my ass right now, instead I'm choosing to isolate myself. ... Why? Why do I feel this way? Well... I guess the answer lies deep within me somewhere. A mental place that I cannot get to or see at the moment I guess. I don't fucking know alright? It's a damn weird sensation or feeling or whatever. Anyway... I've been here for over an hour... just lost in my own head and listening to random stuff. It's around this time, about ninety minutes before curfew I think, when I feel a sharp arousing pain deep in my bladder. Ahh fuck I really have to piss out a river right now, maybe even an entire lake. Normally I use the restroom after the day of training is over but today... I just didn't and now I'm facing the consequences in full fucking force. I was distracted today ok? Shut up... I forgot to mention that Sorcha and I got an "Iron Bladder" skill out of a horny spur of the moment decision, I can hold a lot more urine inside of me now. The average female bladder can hold 500ml before she leaks out of her honeypot but by then they will be desperate as fuck and ready to explode at any moment. For Sorcha and me though, we can currently hold three liters before we're literally bursting. Yay bigger bladders, kinky. We did holding session a couple days ago and it was hot as fuck. We pissed for nearly four minutes straight after we both held onto our pee for nearly the whole day. What you want me to write it? Sorry, as I said before I can't jot down everything I do. Well I could but you know, you'd be reading this until you're dead because it'd take hundreds of years just to read like a decade of my life if I wrote it like that. Anyways... yeah point is I have to pee, very badly. I'm so tempted to just drop my pants and panties right now and piss hard into the shaggy carpet floor beneath my feet but my common sense says I should just go to a nearby washroom. But then, the primal aroused side of my brain is asking... does it really fucking matter? We've established that no matter what we do in this place, Father can observe us wherever and whenever he so chooses... and those bathrooms don't have a shred of privacy anyway. Would... would peeing in here, a room which no one else has even entered, really be so bad? I mean sure I'd make a mess but wouldn't the Theta Sentinels just clean it up anyway? My aching horny pussy says no, we'll be fine... ahh fuck~ I'm in too much pain to even think straight anymore. I pull off my dull gray yoga pants and throw them into a corner of the room. I press two fingers against my clitoris through my thin white panties and tease it as furiously as I can. I moan lustfully as I thrust my cunt against my digits, gyrating as best I can with a full bladder. Some dribbles of piss leak out of my slit and into my panties but I hold onto the rest of it, don't know for how long though. I have to pee so bad that I swear if I forced it all out now my pussy would be simulating a rocket engine ignition. My fur feels damp with sweat as I continue to masturbate in this fake public setting. I'm aroused by the thought of some random citizen catching me even though it's obviously impossible. I manage to let out a smile as a thin stream of urine escapes my urethra. I'm so close to bursting... "Ahh shit..." I laugh briefly. "It's coming out. Ahhh..." I pull my wet panties away from my crotch area and relax my bladder. As I do so a massive gush of piss exits my slit and I moan loudly. I'm so close to cumming... but just when I'm getting ready to push myself over the proverbial sexual cliff I hear the ringing of the bell above the front door of the shop. Someone has walked inside. I turn to face who it is as I'm forced to edge myself to stop my body from climaxing... and it's Eris. Catching me with my pants down. Literally. She's looking at me with a smug look on her bitch face, I can't tell if she's secretly enjoying watching me pee or if it's just plain disgust written all over her taunting smirk. She's wearing some kinda business suit. Odd fashion choice but alright. "You should have worn a diaper today..." She holds back a laugh with her fingers to her mouth. "... You would have at least looked more dignified having an accident in one of those instead." This is the first time she's seeing my lady bits and hopefully it'll be the last. My pissing pussy shudders with delight as it continues what it's just barely started. I would have been embarrassed as fuck probably less than a month ago if anyone but a lover saw me urinating. Eris and me don't get along at all but I'm enjoying the sensation of peeing too much to care about what she thinks or sees in the slightest. "Why are you here?" I stare at her rather casually as I cover my cunt back up, instantly wetting my panties and causing my urine to briefly splay all over the place. It's still shooting out just as absurdly strong as it was before it'll just take a half second longer to get to the ground or so. My urethra is aching with pleasure from the liquid flowing through it and it feels amazing, despite this assface being here right now. Eris sighs. "I just wanted to talk to you in private. I didn't know you'd be pissing on the floor like some wild animal." "Nature called, I answered, simple as that." I explain as I bite my lower lip, enjoying the sensation of my warm wet panties clinging to my pussylips a bit too much. "What could we possibly have to discuss? You clearly don't like me and I really haven't spoken to you much at all." "I wanted to speak with you about Jason." Her facial expression changes from one of mockery to one of bitterness. At hearing that name, I push internally on my bladder's muscles to force some more pee out of me after an involuntary deep breath and it shoots out harder than if I were to just let it flow naturally. Fuck it feels so good but shit... why does she wanna talk about Jason of all things? Talking about him at any time would be annoying... but discussing him while I'm enjoying such a nice piss? What the fuck is wrong with this world?! Ahhh... ahhh fuck my crying slit feels too good, almost as if I could just melt into floor and leave everything else behind. I've got to stay focused, I can't cum in front of Eris, she's not worthy of witnessing such an event. I refuse to let her see such glory! ... What were we talking about again? The sounds and scents of my golden juices soaking into the carpet have made me momentarily forgetful. Oh yes, Jason, blech. "What could I possibly have to say about that fucking asshole?" I stare at Eris more seriously as I turn towards her while still peeing profusely. "You and I have had our strong dislike for each other for awhile now but he is far worse. He's worth less than the shit stains on your panties." "Oh yeah?" Eris snarls, she's pissed now, me I'm just pissing literally. She takes two steps closer to me, which is brave of her I admit. It brings her closer to my yellow lemonade fountain afterall. "Look I don't care that you're his vindictive ex-girlfriend and you say you hate him now. Just stay the fuck away from him from now on." My face inadvertently switches from one of annoyance to one of pure surprise. I just look at her dumbfounded for literally like three seconds. The steady sounds of my pee stream gargling on the soaking wet carpet below me is the only noise heard right now. It's... surprisingly peaceful. I burst out howling like I just heard the funniest joke ever and my piss starts shooting out faster in spurts from my uncontrollable laughter, it hurts but feels so damn good as well... I just wanna cum so bad but I manage to resist. I cross both of my arms in front of my stomach and kneel over a tadbit in an attempt to stop my body from chuckling so hard but it doesn't work. After about five seconds I regain control of myself and resume my upright posture as I outstretch my hand towards Eris in a half-hearted apologetic way. My buzzing piss stream returns to its normal speed as I begin speaking again. "I'm sorry, that was just too hilarious. If you made more jokes like that more often maybe we would actually be friends one day." "Why are you still peeing?!" She shouts, obviously more annoyed than ever before. "Like good god what the hell is wrong with your body?!" "I had a full bladder when you came in here and I only just started going then. Your timing for witnessing this was perfect." I smirk somewhat proudly at my lewd, disgustingly wet and now slimy panties. "Besides I can urinate for nearly four minutes straight now and it's only been about seventy or eighty seconds so far." "I wasn't aware that you were keeping track of your personal best wee time, Jason's right you are a freak." Eris practically spits at me. "Look, just stop contacting him, all right? Leave him alone and focus on your badger milf bitch girlfriend." My playful annoyance is gone now. She shouldn't have mentioned Sorcha in such a negative way. "I hate to say this but you really are a dumbass." I bare my teeth as I seethe with anger, which forces more piss out of my pussy briefly as a consequence. "Really?" Eris crosses her arms again. "Enlighten me you cunt." "You see these adorable robot assassin Sentinels that are around me right?" I wave at them and they kinda do a cute little gesture back I love it. "They'd have a fit if Jason got as close to me as you are right now. If Jason or I even think about killing each other they would slay the first one who attempted it." "Now it seems like you are the stupid one or you're just deflecting." Eris' composure doesn't change as I squeeze more pee out of my urethra in a vain attempt to anger her further. "I mean the messages. Stop texting him, cut him off completely and I won't have a problem with you anymore." Once again I'm stunned into silence. I'd tell you the only noise that could be heard right now but I already did that a few paragraphs ago. "I've never texted him since the day we broke up and I've barely even thought about him since, you know, when I chopped his dick off." I say plainly. "Don't worry the one he's boning you with now is a fresh one, it doesn't have any atomic traces of my vaginal fluid on it." "Our relationship is none of your damn business." She responds defensively. "I don't care for your lies... coming here seems to have been a waste of time. If your stalking behavior continues I'll go to Father with this information. Despite what you may think of me I don't want to do that." She talked for so long that I almost forgot about the heat that was still engorged around my leaking vagina. Jason has told her lies hmm. Shocker. Still... I don't get why he would say I've been harassing him with text messages... at first. But then I think about it for a moment and then it just kind of clicks as the gears turn inside my head. "Eris you made your relationship my problem when you came here to bitch about it to me." I state seriously. "I hate you, I do. But even someone like me doesn't want you being with a loathsome piece of shit like Jason. He's a liar, a two-bit conman. He wears a mask of a damaged college student with daddy issues but in reality he's just a scheming dickwad who seems to enjoy toying with women." I sigh as she stays silent. "I can't believe I'm about to give you some sort of advice but stay the hell away from him. Enjoy any other dick in this place hell I'm sure Axel would love to fuck all of us on separate occasions and probably Toshia too, hell Paisou would fall for your charms as well I'm sure. Instead of being with one or more of them you picked the worst Reaper here. I feel sorry for you in a way. But then again you are an idiot so I can't say I'm surprised." Eris looks angry with me now. Of course she does. I don't even think she's focused on my peeing anymore. Oh wait it's only me who's enjoying that, right right right she is straight after all, I think. "You're such a filthy lying whore." Eris raises her voice and makes no more attempts to hide her emotions. "You're surrounded by Reapers who adore you and yet you'd cast them away to someone else's bed just like that? My god you're just evil." "We're all evil." I joke with an over-the-top wicked smile. "We're Reapers." "You've been handed everything on a damn silver platter!" Eris unfiltered tone remains the same. "Even Father is training you personally and clearly is trying to give you an advantage over the rest of us!" "Really?!" Oh now I'm angry again too. "You think that me being forced to train every single day for two months straight without a weekly break is an advantage?! I'm tired all the fucking time, sore as shit all over my body and I have almost no personal time for myself or my girlfriend. Yet you and your loverboy Jason can go to a fake beach or watch a movie in some grand replica theatre or go to a stripper casino or whatever the fuck-" I want to say more but I need to take in a breath. Eris uses the chance to fire back with her words. "Oh please, what are you talking about? You get to fuck all the other men here whenever you'd like! You're the most popular girl here! That should be me! I'm sexier, smarter and bolder than you! What the fuck makes you so special?!" Eris is just losing herself like a ranting loon right now. Quack quack. "Oh I get it now... ahh." I can't hold back a moan anymore I've edged myself for too long. Still pissing. Yuppers. Get used to it. "You're jealous of me. You've already approached one or two of them haven't you? Which of them rejected your seductive advances I wonder? Whoever it was, good for them. Ahh shit I wanna cum but you don't even deserve to see that.... fuck fuck..." I grab my crotch instinctively to try and hold back the breached golden dam and I cannot. I'll probably be going for another minute. "Fuck you." She practically whispers under her breath but it's still loud enough for me to hear it. "So... heh." I have to resist a laugh. "The only one who hasn't rejected your romantic advances is Jason for some reason. And now he can't get an erection when you both try to have sex because he secretly doesn't find you attractive... so he lies about it and blames it on me? Makes perfect sense now. You two were made for each other. Like a cancerous sperm and an unfertilized egg. Don't worry, if you just wear a strap-on and fuck him in the ass I'm sure you shitheads will both enjoy that to some degree." "Fuck you!!" Eris says way it louder this time. "I'm leaving. Talking to you was clearly a waste of my time! And you smell like piss you dirty slut!" That's how you know you've won an argument, when the other side can no longer do anything but hurl insults at you. Did we really even have an argument at all? Ahh, whatever. I don't know if Jason really is impotent or not but I'll assume that he is now until I see otherwise. It would be so fucking hilarious if it's true. Either way, Jason is clearly still miserable and I'm much happier than before... I'm quite glad about that. "One more thing before you leave Eris..." I try to hide my true intentions by speaking seriously. "What is it you cunt?" She turns back around, still seething. I smile as I rip my panties off, exposing myself to Eris for hopefully the last time. Before she can even react I place both hands above my pussy and thrust out my hips. I aim my urine stream at Eris and manage to wee all over her shirt for about half a second before she screams at me. "Fucking REALLY?!" She shrieks so loud and quickly walks towards me, getting more piss stains on her clothes like an idiot. She's about to slap me but right before she moves her raised hand to my face, the Gamma Sentinel's eyes begin to glow a deep red and point their tiny cute laser guns directly at Eris' piss-stained chest. She curses and backs away as my pee stream finally starts to weaken against her office skirt. "Now you smell like my urine. Enjoy it. It'll be the only golden shower I ever give you." I taunt her as she gives me the middle finger. The bell above the store's door rings and she leaves as my flowing piss begins to sputter out from my cunt in large droplets like an overspent car engine. 'Fuck fuck fuck! I can't believe I pissed on her! That was awesome!' I yell happily inside my head. 'That was pretty fun we admit.' My AI Core chirps. 'But Father is probably going to be upset with us.' I masturbate my clitoris hard and receive my orgasmic reward within seconds. I cry out with pleasure as I finally stop pissing and my pussy releases a few waves of clear girlcum instead. God it feels so amazing. I... I wanna get my acidic urine ability now so I can kill my enemies in the future with my pee if I so desire. Guess I have a new goal to work on. 'Relax...' I practically can hear my thoughts panting from post-climatic bliss. 'We did nothing to hurt her physically. All we did was have an argument that got very heated... and moist.' Needless to say, I head home with my sexy ass exposed and have a nice warm bath before bed. I hope Eris stays away from me but if she doesn't I should just pee on her again. I mean I won't probably because Father will likely forbid it in the future but maybe he won't care? Either way, what an eventful day. A truly... beau-pee-ful conversation. ...That was bad I'm sorry. ~~Friday October 31st, 2008~~ Well the day has finally arrived. The final day of my punishment is here... and the third Reaper competition will begin soon. I believe Father referred to it as the Test of Constitution. Whatever that means exactly I don't know. Speaking of Father... he hasn't said a word about the rather hilarious time when I pissed on Eris out of spite. Every time I've thought about that for the last couple of weeks I've not been able to wash away the shit eating grin that appears on my face afterwards. When I told Sorcha about it she didn't think it was funny but she was also glad that no one got hurt. Anyway enough talking about Eris she's taken up enough pages for this chapter as is. Ahem anyways. After I get up and you know, piss, bathe and get dressed in the usual tepid training gear, I'm led to another bland minimalistic yet still neon-lit gym. Everyone else is here too within minutes. I was the first to arrive oddly enough although not by much. Once all of us are here, seven long ropes seem to burst out of the ceiling and are just... hanging there. Besides that, nothing is really all that unique about this place, it's fairly empty otherwise. Father enters within a couple minutes of the ropes dropping, wearing a flashy red suit this time along with some matching ruby rings on his right hand. Going with bold colors today I see. "Welcome, to the third exam of twelve, the Test of Constitution." Father begins his speech as warmly and confidently as he always does. "As before, your Reaper powers will be turned off, since this is a showcase of your physical body's abilities only. I will warn you all ahead of time, this test is one of the most... unpleasant ones. But it's also necessary to showcase the results of your training. You will be bound by a rope around both of your wrists, raised into the air until your feet are off of the ground. Then you will take offensive blows that will start off fairly easy based on your body mass index and slowly get stronger as the test proceeds." Holy shit you mean we're gonna get beaten like pieces of meat on a hook like Rocky Balboa himself? Damn. "Try to stay conscious for as long as possible." Father continues with a serious look. "As I said this is a rather crude and primitive evaluation but there may sometimes be assignments that you go on where you get captured as a prisoner. You may either be undercover to find an elusive target or it may just plain bad luck. Regardless of the circumstances though, you will have to learn how to endure brutal torture during enemy interrogations if you are sent on one of said missions. I wish all of you the best of luck." Father leaves the room and we each stand under a rope. We raise our arms above our heads and are ready for the Theta Sentinels who've just come in to bind our hands. This is gonna suck so much... but I just gotta endure, like Father said. A Theta Sentinel walks up to me... and pulls my tank top over my head and casts it away. I look to my left to see Paisou beside me, he's now shirtless too and from what I can tell from my narrow perspective, everyone is. My hands are then bound and I'm raised about two feet off of the ground. Wait... this is similar to being nailed on a wooden cross or something isn't it? Yeah the ancient Romans used to attach people to them or to stakes and they'd eventually suffocate because of the pressure that stretching your limbs out like this would create around your lungs. You could only endure it for so long before you involuntarily relaxed your spent muscles and choked on your own skin or ribs I guess. That would be an awful way to go. Anyway... I'm not saying I'm Jesus Christ or anything but yeah this just reminded me of that... hmm. As I'm lost in thought about the almighty fictional lord in the sky, my yoga pants are forcibly yanked down and pulled off like some highschool pranksters did it just because they wanted to see my panties. I look at Paisou again and sure enough he's only wearing his boxers. I guess we're all in our underwear now hmm? Well, except for Sorcha she's always nude like the brave babe she is. "Let the Test of Constitution... begin." Father's voice comes through some kind of intercom and a loud buzzer goes off. Shit. The horny Theta Sentinel who stripped me now has a metallic shaped boxing glove attached to one of it's... limbs? When did the horndog get that? I don't have time to make more mental jokes though because the first punch comes to my gut and I writhe in pain. Good god Father was right this is ass. this is bird shit. I'll spare you the gory details on this one but just know it was some of the worst pain I've felt in a while, not as bad as nearly burning alive after I killed that Flawed Reaper months ago mind you but still really damn unpleasant. I think I only take like eight or nine blows before everything goes black. When I awaken again I don't know how much time has passed, I'm just laying on the cold wooden floor, in the fetal position, no longer bound by anything. I slowly get up as I see that Father is getting ready to speak again and notice mostly everyone else is standing already. "Good work. I'm sorry that I had to put you through all that, it was painful for me to watch." Father's empathy is clear in his voice. "I will show you the results." As soon as he utters those words, a bright white monitor shows up on a wall in front of us and shows us the numbers. Reaper Rank (Test of Constitution) Axel Cress - 7 Points Eris Bellington - 6 Points Toshia Kamagst - 5 Points Sorcha Hansal - 4 Points Jason Hawkright - 3 Points Vaine Steele - 2 Points Paisou Kayo - 1 Point Wait what? Eris got second? Damnnnn that bitch can take some abuse. ... Sorry, I don't advocate for domestic violence it's just a dark joke. I hate her but even I'd feel bad if some asshole was treating her like shit. Oh wait that buttmuncher is Jason, nevermind then. Granted that's mental shit and not physical- whatever it doesn't matter. They're terrible for each other, we've already established this. Man this chapter has way too much Eris shit in it. Ok ok fine, I'm sorry I said it ok? Jeebus. She'll live. Anyway damn I sucked at this one. Not surprising I guess but ehh, whatever, at least the pain is gone now. I'm in far too happy a mood to care about my rank these days. I have nine months of training left to at least beat Jason and Eris anyway, still got plenty of time. A couple seconds later, our total points pop up. Reaper Rank (October 2008) Axel Cress - 15 Points Sorcha Hansal - 14 Points Jason Hawkright - 13 Points Toshia Kamagst - 12 Points Paisou Kayo - 11 Points Eris Bellington - 11 Points Vaine Steele - 8 Points I'm back in last again, oh well. As I said I'll pass that bitch ass cunt again soon. Jason has been knocked off of the top by Axel, Huzzah! Sorcha has passed him now as well so I'm proud of her. "Please head back to your personal quarters and get dressed for our family meal. I'll serve it in twenty minutes. Be sure to pick out something nice for yourselves to wear. You all did excellent today." Father states with a mellow and dignified voice. With that we all get into a pod and head to well, you heard him, our rooms. I walk into my bathroom and unhook my sweaty bra and pull my dirty panties off of my perfect butt. It's only then when I notice a large mostly dried stain around the crotch area of my white undies. Did... I piss myself while I took blow after blow? Damn... I must have urinated and not enjoyed it. How very rare these days. Oh well. I toss the spent underwear down the laundry chute and walk to my bedroom closest, something I haven't looked through for a long while since I've worn either nothing at all, heh, or just my basic training outfit that a Theta Sentinel brings me every morning. I can't wait to have a day once a week for myself again, almost feels like a lifetime ago at this point even if it's only been for two months. Anyway I pick out a cute bra and panties, they're red with little black hearts on them and trimmed black lace around the edges. The bra is really soft too and make my modest boobs look slightly bigger but not vulgar which is good for Father's dinner party or whatever you'd call this thing. For the clothing above my glorious naughty bits I should pick something fancy. You know me I love black but I'm not going to a metalcore concert or a funeral, I should pick another color that goes well with my black fur. I decide to go with a dark royal blue one-piece silk dress that goes down to my knees. I put on some sapphire earrings, spray my hair with some kinda funky fusion of perfume with the label of 'floral tonic' and add a small silver necklace as a final touch. I then leave my room, enter another transport pod and within minutes I'm standing in the luxurious dining hall where we've always had this end-of-the-month meal. The grand room's decorations are a mix of orange, yellow and brown this time, likely to reflect the autumn season I guess. It is Halloween after all, not that we care I guess. Most of the others are already here, including Sorcha in all her nudist glory. She's got an auburn topaz necklace in the shape of a heart around her neck, it goes well with the color of her beautiful yellow nipples. I can't help but stare at her white furred chest as she walks up to me and kisses me briefly. "Hello dear." Sorcha coos. "I hope you're ready for your surprise tonight." "Of course." I nearly involuntarily shudder as my panties get wetter in her presence. "I'm very much looking forward to it." We sit down side by side at the ornate dining table, eager to eat our meal. Father arrives in about five minutes after Sorcha and I have basically been talking dirty to each other and another bit of time after that, the Theta Sentinels begin to set the table with our tasty and I'm sure downright alien meal. For an appetizer they present to us what looks like some kind of rolled up sushi that contains purple octopus or something on a bed of white leaves. It's covered in a thin layer of a hazy brown sauce and it looks kinda disgusting but it smells delicious. When I put it inside my mouth, the flavors seem to meld together perfectly. It tastes slightly tangy and spicy and very chunky too, it's fantastic. I'm not a food critic all right? I don't know how to describe it any better. Anyway, when the Theta Sentinels bring out the main course, my stomach is already content. I ate like eight of the octopus treats. They were good, shut up I don't need your naggy bullshit. Regardless, they serve each of us a serving of what Father calls 'Celestial Crustacean Ravioli'. Basically it's blue and purple pasta squares with cheesy bright yellow sauce on the inside. Yeah it's meant to look like you're eating outer space, or something. Cute. I know I sound like a broken record here but it's fucking delicious, blending all kinds of flavors that I never knew existed. It's so soothing and makes me feel like I'm actually floating out in the dark void itself. Yeah I know that's weird but putting this dish into words you can comprehend is rather difficult. By the time I'm finished the amazing Italian-inspired dish, I'm full, that's gonna turn into a bunch of piss that Sorcha and I can play with tonight... hehe. But yeah I enjoyed it. For dessert, we're served a soufflé that's bright in coloration, a visual palette that is a stark contrast to our main course. As I dig inside with a fork I see what appears to be tiny crystalized... sugar of some sort? Whatever it is, a mouthful of this tasty treat is absolutely divine and a perfect way to end the meal. After we eat and I part ways with everyone, I get changed into training gear again of course and prepare for my final eight hour training session with Father. I may have forgotten to mention last month that since it's a competitive day Father trains me for only eight hours instead of the normal twelve. Oops. Regardless, I'm still not used to the higher gravity but I push onwards. To my surprise, Father and I actually engage in a conversation, which is rather rare honestly, at least while he's training me. "Your probation period ends today." Father says rather casually. "I take it your looking forward to having a normalized schedule starting tomorrow." "Yes Father." I speak while doing pushups. "I'm thankful for the extra training but I'll be glad to have a day of rest once a week again." "I'm glad to hear it." Father smiles. "So... are we going to discuss the disagreement that you had with Eris a couple weeks ago?" I tense up and slowly stand. Of course Father didn't forget about that and of course he knew. "There's not much to say." I begin rather slowly. "Things got... heated and I lost my temper. But nobody got hurt so... yeah." "Anger is an extremely strong emotion." Father cautions me. "And while it's beneficial to use and exploit for one's advantage it can also be very dangerous if left unchecked. I know you're still young but please make an effort to control it, even if you have to unleash it on something else later on." "I... understand." I say with genuine meekness. "It won't happen a second time. I won't... urinate on her again. If Jason or Eris try to talk to me I'll just ignore them from now on... it'll be... safer that way." "Good. Remember that we're all a family. Despite our clashes of personality and petty gripes we have a common goal, to bring order and peace to this chaotic galaxy of ours." Father talks as though he's speaking to a large crowd again. "Yes Father." With those words, my training continues as normal. I hold my bladder all the while, saving its contents for tonight. It's not that bad anyway in fact it feels rather nice and warm even though I have to pee a bit. Regardless, the training session ends and I'm finally free to spend the last like four or five hours of the day with Sorcha. She has a surprise for me and I'm really curious with what it is. I open up the ReaperChat app on my core and message her. Vaine Steele 10/31/08 7:18PM: Hey babe I'm on my way to you. It won't spoil my surprise if I head to you right? Love you. ❤️ She texts me a few minutes later just as I'm entering a transport pod. Sorcha Hansal 10/31/08 7:22PM: Sure hun, we'll be waiting for you. ~XOXO Wait we? Yeah... we. When I get to the place where Sorcha is, which literally looks like a creepy and generic floor of a hospital, I meet up with her... and Axel. He's dressed in a cheap doctor's outfit, well a white lab coat to be more accurate. Besides that he has a fake stethoscope around his neck, that circular headband that they only wear in cartoons and spotted boxers covering his huge crotch. He's not wearing anything else in terms of clothing. "Paisou said he was exhausted today after the competition wore him out so he's recuperating in his room." Sorcha explains. "We were planning a foursome for weeks but it'll have to wait. No matter, I want that young man to enjoy his first time with us just as much as we will. So for tonight, we'll be your entertainment." "Treating me like a slab of meat hmm." Axel smiles. "That's fine with me, hope you like it raw." I roll my eyes and giggle at his stupid corniness. "Sounds like fun but... why a hospital? Seems like a bit of a depressing roleplay setting to me." I complain somewhat but it's mostly my exhausted muscles that are doing the talking. "You're here to recover your energy." Sorcha smiles lustfully and struts towards me, still wearing that pretty necklace from before. "For tonight you are our patient and I am your nurse. Axel is our Cock Doctor." I laugh again at the name. "We doing a Spiderman porno parody too? Cock Doc?" Sorcha tilts her head in a slightly confused but aroused manner. "No one but you understands that nerdy comic book shit, no offense V." Axel waves it off as he interjects. "I only know the name from that cheesy movie they made awhile ago and nothing else." "Oh so that's what she was referencing? Got you... alright." Sorcha is on the same page, kind of. She walks up to me and gropes my breasts through my tanktop and lacy red bra, I moan lightly with delight. "Good." She coos lightly as she pulls my tank top off over my head and casts it away. "You are all sweaty from your workout... just how Mommy likes it." Axel approaches me as well, only from the side. "Your uhh, Cock Doc suggests dropping your pants so we can check your... temperature." Axel says as he roughly rips off my yoga pants, literally. Welp... won't be wearing that pair anymore. "You suck at this roleplay stuff." I tease him as my left hand touches his crotch area. "Fuck you." He says rather gruffly but still in his own playful tone as he lifts me up. "This is a sexual emergency... we have to get you to room for tests to make sure you're... healthy." All this corniness is making my head hurt. Regardless I am horny as fuck in anticipation of my first threesome ever so I can deal with it. That and the fact that my bladder is nearly full... is making me even more turned on. Axel walks down the hallway with me in his arms and a nude Sorcha at his side. Well she has a nurse hat on her head with a red cross embroidered on it so that's how you know she's a professional. Axel lays me down on a soft yet basic hospital bed in a rather big room. Once he's sure I'm comfortable he restrains my arms with leather wrist straps that are chained to the bed. You know, the ones that you see in all those movies with crazy people in asylums? Yeah those. I wasn't aware that this was a mild BDSM session. "Safe word is Lettuce." Axel says with a amused huff. "Although I doubt we'll need it." Sorcha brings one of those mobile over the bed tables that you see in hospitals all the fucking time to the side of the bed. There's a bunch of shifty looking medical gear on it. Oh shit. "Nurse." Axel orders. "Check the patients temperature please, we need to know what we're dealing with here." "Yes Dr. Cock." Sorcha says seriously. Man they're taking this roleplay thing to the grave aren't they? Alright then, let's go. I'm way too tired and horny to complain. Sorcha takes a pair of latex gloves out of a box and puts them on with a seductive smile. I can practically see her bare yellow pussy dripping girlcum right now, she's really enjoying seeing me bound like this. She then grabs a thermometer, least I assume that's what it is and she dips one end of it in some kind of clear viscous liquid. "Please hold still Ms. Steele." She says something so simple so sexually it's great. Sorcha moves my panties to the side, exposing my black slit and dark asshole to the outside air. At this point I'm expecting a thermometer in my bum but instead... she spreads my pussy lips with her other hand. The colder latex gloves feel very strange against my exposed sex and I let out a deep breath as I try to relax my cunt. I don't know what she's doing but I like it. I see Axel use a flashlight and shine it on my privates at a downward angle, so that Sorcha can see more clearly I guess. After a few seconds I get a nice surprise when she slowly and carefully sticks the thin end of the thermometer into my urethra. I squeal with delight at the shock but almost instantly it's accompanied by an arousing numbing feeling and my vagina instantly starts to leak more girlcum. Oh god she put some kinda lewd lube on the thermometer didn't she? Of course she did. I've had some of that stuff in and around my anus before but as good as that felt, it was nothing like this. I feel like I could cum at anytime. "Be sure not to pee hun." Sorcha coos almost breaking character. "If you do I'm afraid the doctor and I will have no choice but to... punish you." Oh yeah... piss. In this position, with my back on the bed and my hands tied to it as well... my bottom half is completely exposed. Oh god it feels like I'm in heaven right now and we've barely started. I moan lightly and my legs quiver as I struggle to hold my bladder. After my strong desire to urinate is amplified for about a minute, she removes the thermometer and my pussy calms back down. She puts my panties back in place as she stands back up, the sudden soft sensation nearly causes me to yelp. "Ms. Steele's bladder temperature is much higher than normal Dr. Cock, it seems as though your instincts were correct." Sorcha places the sticky thermometer back on the table. "Hmm..." Axel- I mean Dr. Cock strokes his chin. "I'll have to check her breathing then, make sure she's getting enough oxygen." Axel walks up to my right side and pulls off my bra with ease, letting my tommy knockers loose. He tries to hold back a grin but fails. I can tell he has a half chub already from the tenting boxers below his superior buff abs. He puts his ears into the upper part of the stethoscope that was around his neck and kneels down beside me. He places the other end directly onto my right nipple and holds the cold metal there. Once again the abrupt yet brief sensation causes my lower body to shake violently and I nearly piss again as I moan louder. "Fuck... Dr. Cock... I really have to go..." I beg. "Please hold it in Ms. Steele, it's for the good of your health that you do so." Axel speaks seriously but I know he's laughing on the inside. What a jerk. Ahh... fuck fuck... "Nurse, please be sure to check Ms. Steele's pulse." Axel commands as he puts the stethoscope on my left nipple instead. "Yes Doctor Cock, right away." Sorcha obeys. She pulls off my fancy red panties very sensually and slowly. Dammit if you do that too much I'll piss all over your face... ahh shit... it really hurts now. Axel puts the stethoscope in between my boobs like I'm giving it a titjob and a couple seconds later my undies are completely off. Just when I'm questioning how much longer I can endure this, Sorcha sticks two fingers into my vaginal canal and I let out another howl. Fuck fuck I think I'm leaking a little! Some urine dribbles onto Sorcha's digits but I hold back the rest. She laughs with delight as she keeps her fingers there pressed against my inner wall, unfazed. She's not even moving but damn I'm so close to cumming it's not even funny anymore. She's checking my pulse... through my pussy? Makes perfect sense to me. "Doctor I think we're losing her!" Sorcha gasps after about twenty seconds of silence. "We need to do the emergency enema right away!" The emergency what now? "Understood, let us hurry." Axel rushes to her side. He pulls out a very large pre-prepped syringe, it's full of water or saline I think and it's tip is made of plastic. It's huge like bigger than Axel's dick huge... fucker has to be almost two feet in length. Oh god the horror of the situation has finally dawned on me. Axel presses the tip of the syringe against my budding anus and it slips right inside. after a couple seconds I start to feel liquid enter my empty bowels and fill me up rather quickly... oh oh god! "Doctor! Ahhhhh!" I scream loudly. "It hurts! Hurts so much!" I swear my lower abdomen bulges slightly as it takes in all the water in the container. "There's no more room!" I complain and bitch but good god it actually is very painfully arousing and I feel my orgasm approaching fast. The pressure that my filled bowels are putting on my bladder is too much and I cry out in agony as my piss is forcefully released onto the world. At the same time the syringe squirts out of me and my anus blasts out loads of water and I cum harder than I ever have in my life as I feel the rush of two pressurized liquids leave my body at once. I'm pissing and shooting water out all over Axel's boxers but he doesn't care. I think our doctor/nurse/patient roleplay session is over now. "Nice thing about not having to shit anymore is that your butt can now do this without it being... unsanitary." Axel grins. I laugh as I continue to ride my orgasm and enjoy my intense pissing fest. Sorcha climbs ontop of me and presses her pussy into mine and moans lightly. "Good lord Vaine you're so fucking hot. Please excuse my language." Sorcha laughs through another blissful sigh. She rarely says fuck unless she's cumming so she must be so god damn horny right now as my golden fountain splashes around her most special body parts and coats both of us in thick streams of urine and sweat. Axel is still wearing his labcoat but he's otherwise naked now, enjoying the water that's gushing out of my butthole onto his cock as it grows to its full size. "God you're right, the salty liquid coming out of her ass right now is so damn warm." Axel groans with approval. Sorcha begins to hump my cunt like I'm some teenage girl's body pillow and I moan uncontrollably with delight as my pissing pussy continues it's thorough lubrication efforts. My entire soul is on fire and all my attempts at communicating only come out as loud lewd yells. "Ahhh! AHHHH!!!" I try to say something but I think I just cum again instead. Meanwhile the warm water coming out of my rectum slows down in intensity but the hot coffee coming out of my honeypot does not. I can feel Sorcha's humping get more and more intense as she's also losing herself in the moment. "Excuse me ladies..." Axel's deep voice is so sexy. "Allow me to... squeeze in." Axel sandwiches his massive bear cock in between our grinding pussies and the effect is immediate. "Ahh fuck Axel fuck I'm cumming!" Sorcha screams out with her heavenly voice as her cunt sprays girlcum all over the top half of Axel's dick, although it's probably hard to notice with all my piss splaying about every which way. His warm cock feels great by the way, I want it inside me but I also don't wanna be greedy. I'm glad Sorcha and I are enjoying it like this, it is so damn hot I've completely lost all my willpower. Not that I had any tonight to begin with but you know. Axel thrusts his dick back and forth, almost as if he's fucking a large ass that's not there. Meanwhile once Sorcha regains her senses she leans in towards me and begins making out with me profusely. My bound hands somehow came loose earlier I don't know how, but regardless I wrap my arms around her back and dig into her lips with my own. Our furiously sloppy kisses are completely silent against the other two overpowering sounds in the room, my pissing and Axel's gyrating. After enjoying this for about thirty or forty seconds or so, I'm close to cumming again for the third time when Axel says something again. "Time for the next stage..." Axel grunts heavily through his teeth as his cock slips out from between our vaginal lips. 'Heave ho." Axel laughs lightly as he jams his massive penis into Sorcha's asshole and she screams in ecstasy. She presses her cunt even harder into mine, forcing the piss to come out of my bladder at an even stronger rate than before. My anus starts to leak some water that's still in there from the pressure Sorcha is applying to it and we both cry out in blissful glee as another orgasm spreads through our bodies. "I need it..." I moan out between kisses. "Need more." "Alright hun... ahh." Sorcha responds while still being relentlessly buttfucked and doused in my piss. "I'm gonna ahh move back abit Axel do you have room for me to put my legs down?" "F-fffuck yes of course." Axel grunts, clearly close to shooting out his first long awaited load. Sorcha gets up off of my peeing cunt and puts both of her feet back onto the floor, causing my urine stream to flow in a singular path once again. It rains down on her tits but she doesn't seem to mind. With a giggle she bends over and presses her face against my sopping wet butthole, which still gives Axel access to her backdoor. Now my piss is spraying in an arch and landing somewhere between Sorcha's ass crack and Axel's johnson. She then begins to lick my anus with vigor, not caring about it tasting like pee I guess. I moan loudly at the sensation of her tongue playing with my butt while my pissing pussy continues to convulse. "FUCK... ...Hrng... That's hot." Axel gives Sorcha a semen enema that's so loud I can even hear the sexy sloshing sounds of her bowels filling up from here. Hell he ain't wrong, Sorcha is the sexiest person I know. Her skills are far superior to mine, in fact everything I've learned about how to pleasure women I learned from her so of course they are. As I'm enjoying getting anal rimmed I lose control of myself again and cum hard as Sorcha enjoys pushing out the jizz from her rectum. Regardless, we continue to have vigorous sex for the next few minutes until I finally stop peeing. By that time I'm panting heavily on the bed, my breasts rise and fall rather quickly and I'm downright bathed in my own urine. We only fucked for maybe seven minutes but it felt like hours, well the fucking only started once I was naked but still. Sorcha and Axel look tired as well but they're still standing. "We have one last thing we can give you... don't we Dr. Cock?" Sorcha's lustful eyes are so adorable I can't help but smile. "Ahh, yes. That." Axel seems happy at the suggestion as well. Sorcha climbs ontop of my belly, stopping just short of my breasts as she rests her perfect sweaty butt on my lower chest. Axel places his shaft against my honeypot, causing me to quiver once again. It's the same position it was in when he made the cock sandwich earlier. "Well then, I hope you enjoy your... gift." Sorcha teases as she rubs her pussy briefly. Within seconds, she begins to pee all over my torso and it feels amazing. A second or two later I hear Axel grunt as the exterior of his manhood gets instantly warmer and I hear and smell his strong piss instantly as he begins to use Sorcha's lower back, tail and ass as a urinal. Axel's pulsing dick on the outskirts of my cunt feels so good and the scent of both Sorcha and Axel at the same time is overpowering and amazing. Sorcha plays with my breasts softly while she pees which I welcome. I just lay there and enjoy being used as an anthro toilet. About four minutes pass and Sorcha stops urinating. Axel's stream ends about a minute after that. We finish Axel off with a two lady blowjob/handjob thingy after I stand up and kneel before him. As I do so the last of my anal water leaks out of me and I accidently let out a cute little fart. Axel's releases his final load of sperm after Sorcha and I tease the outside of his cock for like five minutes straight. His sticky sperm comes out in globby chunks and it gets all over our faces and tits and probably elsewhere as well. By this time we're all fucking exhausted... and we don't wanna bathe the rancid sexual scents off of us so we head to a hotel, probably the same one Paisou and I first boned in. Anyway Sorcha and I lay down on the bed and stain it fairly quickly with our satisfied stickiness as the room starts to smell as filthy as we are. Axel has a shower in the bathroom and bids us good night before he heads to his personal quarters. All in all though... that was a great day. I'm looking forward to November and the future that's in store for me and my girlfriend. I ask a Theta Sentinel to take an oldschool polaroid photo of us and it obliges. Sorcha and I each take a copy of it and I'm sure we'll treasure this memory for a long time.

CHAPTER 1: Okay, so I'm starting a new fiction series, this part doesn't have omorashi in it, so you can skip this if you want, this part is just an introduction. The next part will have omorashi. :3 CHARACTERS: IZUMI CHIBANA JUN TSUYOTSUME The squad car pulled up in a dark alley. Three people stepped out. The captain, Kenji Kurokumo, a man seemingly made out of shadow, with hair twisting upward like a flame and 4 tendrils extending from his back, a boy with black messy hair and dark brown eyes named Jun Tsuyotsume, and a cute green haired trans girl named Izumi Chibana. They all wore the same uniform, a jacket, pants and boots. In front of them was the notorious villain, The Alchemist, an insane scientist who was a known murderer, but was never able to be caught. The three people were part of a hero squad that helped out where the police couldn’t. The criminal turned around. “Uh oh, you found me,” he chuckled. The captain spoke. “Your time is up, Alchemist!” The villain laughed. “Oh, is that so?” He pulled out a cylinder and threw it at the group. The cylinder exploded into a cloud of gas. Everyone coughed. “Don’t worry,” Tsuyotsume said. “I’ll get him!” The boy chased after him, growing big silver claws out of his finger tips. Everyone in the group has a power of some sorts, which made them the perfect crime fighters, often compared to superheroes in a comic book. The other two followed and caught up with the criminal. “What the hell!? Are those claws?” He shouted. The Alchemist pulled out a gun. “Get back!!!” Yelled Kurokumo. The Alchemist pulled the trigger, but Chibana jumped in front of Kurokumo. “Izumi!” Yelled Tsuyotsume. “Later!” The Alchemist said as he booked it out of the alley. “Are you okay?” Kurokumo asked. “Yeah,” Chibana replied. “It only hit my leg. Didn’t even go all the way through.” She pulled out the bullet, but it wasn’t normal bullet, the tip had needle in it with some kind of liquid dripping out the end. “Ew, what’s that?” Asked Tsuyotsume. “I’m not sure.” The captain replied. “Let’s head back to head quarters and figure out what this stuff is. We’ll get Chibana’s leg fixed up as well. Come on guys.” NEXT PART COMING SOON! (probably hopefully I'll have motivation lol)

The bush is between them both.

To destroy the environment.

Once upon a time, there was an idyllic little kingdom. As many kingdoms do, this one had a king; the king had a palace, and the palace sat in the middle of a charming little town, and in that town there lived a girl named Ella. Little Ella lived a happy life with her mother and father, running and playing and doing all the other things little girls do. But, of course, this was not to last. When Ella was ten years old, her mother took ill, and shortly passed away. This was very sad for Ella and her father, but Ella was nothing if not resilient, and her father summoned the strength to go on for the sake of his daughter, and together they recovered and moved forward. And after a few more years, Ella’s father fell in love once again. Ella’s father’s new love was a very pretty woman, almost as pretty as Ella’s mother had been, and brought with her two very pretty daughters - one older than Ella, and one younger. This new presence filling the empty spaces her mother had left behind was a bittersweet thing, but Ella chose to look forward to getting to know her, and to befriending her new sisters-to-be. Unfortunately, her hopes did not come to pass. The woman was at best uninterested in Ella, and at worst cold and dismissive; her daughters were mean and insulting, cruel and vicious, more schoolyard bullies than treasured sisters. But they all three of them put on kinder faces when Ella’s father was around, and they made him happy, and Ella could not bring herself to deny him that; and so the woman became, in time, his wife. In so doing, she took on his title, for Ella’s mother and father had been minor nobility in the king’s court. She and her daughters remained kind and charming in Ella’s father’s presence and wicked away from him, and Ella continued to endure it for her father’s sake. And then, after long enough to not appear suspicious, Ella’s father too fell ill, and died of what might even have been natural causes, for all anyone could prove. And so Ella was left alone with her wicked step-mother and cruel step-sisters, who no longer needed to pretend kindness even occasionally. The first thing they did was take all of Ella’s belongings, picking out whatever they wanted for themselves from among them and selling the rest. Then they set Ella to work; she was to cook and clean, to fetch and carry, to sew and darn, to fuel the furnace that warmed the house. The furnace, too, came to be her source of warmth at night, one of her step-sisters having laid claim to her room; she slept on the sooty floor beneath a threadbare blanket, and when that soot inevitably dirtied her skin they took to calling her Cinder-Ella. And in this way did all the years of her teenagehood pass and beyond, until she was a woman of her mid-twenties and the life of a poor mistreated servant was practically all she had ever known. One day, Ella’s step-mother came home in a flurry of excitement. She called her daughters into the room, and then called for Ella, and sneered at her when she joined them. And she explained that the king had announced that the very next month there would be a ball; he had a daughter, the princess of the kingdom, for whom he was seeking a bride. Ella’s step-sisters, their mother announced, would be attending the ball, in hopes of catching the princess’ eye. Ella, of course, would not be there; her job was to create the beautiful dresses her step-sisters would wear. And so Ella’s days were consumed with designing and measuring and cutting and sewing, on top of all her normal chores. It was long, tiring work, made worse because her step-sisters were terrible subjects; they were uncooperative at every turn, frequently demanded she change this or that on a whim, and twice decided they wanted something completely different, forcing her to abandon a dress half-finished and start anew. Still, she lost herself in the work, enjoying the feeling of something coming together under her own hands; and when the day of the ball came and she applied the finishing touches, she could look upon her work and feel proud. “Are you finally done?” asked her elder step-sister, quite spoiling the mood, and snatched the dress away forthwith. The hour of the ball was almost upon them, and even Ella’s step-mother was too tense with anticipation to harass her; she had a rare chance to relax as her step-sisters prepared to leave. Finally they emerged, bedecked with jewelry and make-up and the products of Ella’s hard work. Their mother looked them up and down, and nodded in approval. “You look beautiful,” she said approvingly. “The princess will surely be enchanted. Now, come, let’s be off; we mustn’t be unfashionably late.” She bustled them out of the door, turning a final look behind her at Ella. “And you, finish your chores,” she said. “I want this house spotless when we return.” “Yes, step-mother,” said Ella, and she hmphed through her nose and left, closing the door behind her. Ella listened to them as they descended the stairs, exited the house, and took off down the street with the sound of hoofbeats; safely alone, she sat down in the sewing chair, stared at the mannequins adorned with her unfinished dresses, closed her eyes, and sighed. “Oh, I do wish I could go to the ball as well,” she murmured to herself. “Is that so, dearie?” Ella yelped and jolted upright, her eyes flying open to behold a very strange sight: there was someone in the room with her. Befitting her voice, she looked like a kind and matronly old woman, with grey hair in a bun and a smile on her wrinkled face. Unlike any old woman Ella had met, however, she wore a glittering yellow robe, measured perhaps three feet from head to toes, and hovered above the ground on a pair of enormous butterfly wings. “Wh-who are you?” Ella asked, bewildered. “Why, I’m a fairy godmother, my love,” the woman replied. “I’m here to grant your heart’s fondest wish! The ball, you said?” “I - yes,” said Ella. “The princess’ ball, it’s today, and I worked so very hard - I’m sorry, did you say fairy godmother?” “I did!” said the fairy godmother cheerfully. “And not to worry, dear, I can most certainly get you to the ball! Just follow me, oh, bring that lovely dress, and we’ll get you on your way - do you have a kitchen, by any chance?” “We do, downstairs,” she said, habit driving her to do as she was told. “This isn’t finished, though,” she told the fairy godmother as she lifted the dress off of the mannequin. “Oh, not to worry, my love, that’s quite all right,” said the fairy godmother, bustling out the door with Ella in tow. “We’ll get it finished in no time. You certainly can’t go to the ball without a dress, after all!” “Of course not,” Ella agreed weakly. The fairy godmother led them into the kitchen, and promptly busied herself rummaging through the cupboards. Into the smallest pan she tossed an assortment of ingredients and water to stir them into; this mixture she set to boiling on the stovetop, stirring continuously, and mere minutes later, far more quickly than it should have cooked, she scooped out a spoonful of smooth, even liquid. She tasted it, hummed consideringly, and then offered it to Ella. “Here, dearie, you try this. I’m sure it’s missing something, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.” Ella leaned down to taste the - soup? - and considered it. It was quite delicious, but the fairy godmother was right; it tasted incomplete. “Perhaps,” she decided, “just a hint of ginger?” So saying, she fetched the ginger root, cutting off a small piece to offer; the fairy godmother nodded approvingly, so she dropped it into the pan. Another few stirs, and the fairy godmother sipped it again; this time she nodded in approval. “That’s it exactly,” she said, and took the pan off the stove. Drawing a tiny glass vial, barely larger than a thimble, from somewhere in her robe, she poured out a little of the… stew?… and briefly closed her hands around it; when she opened them again it was emitting a soft golden light. “Perfect!” she said, delightedly, and held it out. “Here you go, dear, drink this and we can have you on your way.” Taking the vial, Ella marvelled, “This is magic? Why, it was so simple!” “It’s mostly for the taste, truth be told,” the fairy godmother admitted cheerfully. “I find it helps the medicine go down in the most delightful way. Drink up, dearie!” Obligingly, Ella tipped the liquid (broth?) into her mouth. It was, indeed, perfect; rich and creamy and smooth as silk in her mouth. It almost seemed a shame to swallow it, but then, that was what it was for; and it produced a most curious sparkling feeling as it went down her throat. She wasn’t entirely certain what she expected to happen, but whatever it was, it did not. After a few moments, Ella glanced around herself, confirming nothing had changed. “Um,” she said. “…What now?” “Why, now we get you ready, of course!” The fairy godmother flitted over to the dress, which Ella had draped over the back of a chair. “First things first, my love, you’ll need to get changed. It’s a good thing you had such a lovely dress; you’ll be the belle of the ball!” “It still isn’t finished, though,” Ella protested, but under the fairy godmother’s enthusiastic direction she nevertheless stripped off her worn and ragged clothes down to her underwear, then went through the complicated process of donning the dress. The sparkling feeling of magic ran over her skin as, with the fairy godmother’s help, she struggled into it and fastened it securely. “There, you see,” she said, turning to face the fairy godmother. “I’m not -” She stopped talking abruptly at the sight. The fairy godmother had acquired from somewhere - perhaps deep in the pockets of her voluminous robe - a tall, rectangular object it took Ella a very long moment to realize was a mirror, for within it was- “Is that… me?” The woman in the mirror was almost completely unrecognizable to Ella. The dress, for one, was complete, and then some; not only had the missing parts been brought to life just as she’d intended them, the whole thing was decorated and detailed beyond anything she’d dreamed, and yet every stitch was one she might have made, if only she had had the time. It was also, she realized belatedly, fitted perfectly to her size, even though she had sewn it for her step-sister, who was a head shorter than her and distinctly curvier. And there was more. Ella’s skin was clean and clear, a far cry from the permanent grubbiness she was accustomed to. Her hair was bright and glossy, curled into elaborate ringlets about her face; and her face itself was made up for the first time in her life, subtle but masterful work that completely transformed it. Even her nails, usually short and rough, were manicured and painted a deep green that complemented the look perfectly. “I look… beautiful,” she murmured, a tear welling up in her eye. “Oh, my love,” the fairy godmother said softly. “The magic only brought out what was already within you.” She fell silent briefly, and then suddenly clapped her hands together, abruptly breaking the mood. “Well! Now we only need a carriage, then we can see you on your way.” A carriage, it seemed, could be made from a pumpkin; or at least the fairy godmother took one in her arms, and asked Ella to lead her to a mouse trap. Ella did so, and in the cage she found three mice. Normally, emptying the cage would have been her job, but she had been too busy with the dresses for the past few days, and - “Oh!” she realized. “Oh no, fairy godmother, I completely forgot - I can’t go to the ball, as lovely as it sounds. My step-mother told me to clean while she was away, and she’ll surely be furious if she returns to find I’ve shirked my chores.” “Not a problem, dear, not a problem at all,” the fairy godmother replied. “Open up the cage and hold out your hands to them, if you please. Don’t worry, they won’t bite!” Ella wasn’t sure how the mice would help her, but the fairy godmother had yet to lead her astray. She knelt down to the cage, placing her hands flat in front of the little door as she opened it; the mice politely scurried out and arranged themselves on her upturned palms, balanced upright as though standing to attention. “Oh, aren’t you well-behaved!” she gasped, delighted, and stood carefully, trying not to unbalance them. Much to her surprise - although she supposed she ought to be getting used to surprises by now - the mice turned in unison and dived off her hands. As they fell, and as she gasped in startlement, they expanded, transforming before they hit the floor into full-grown - if a little short and round - human men, one in a chauffeur’s uniform and the other two in plain but serviceable clothing. “Hold this, will you?” said the fairy godmother, handing the pumpkin to the chauffeur; he took it with a vaguely affirmative squeak, revealing prominent buck teeth. “You see, dearie? This little fellow will drive your carriage, and the others can clean while you’re away.” “My goodness,” said Ella, “you really have thought of everything, haven’t you, fairy godmother?” The fairy godmother beamed at the compliment. “Very well then, gentlemen, if you don’t mind the work. Do be sure you’re out of sight by the time my step-mother returns, though; I don’t know what she’ll do if she sees you, but it will surely not be pleasant.” The paired men bowed to her, then scurried out of the room together, off to start cleaning. Ella watched them go, then turned back to the fairy godmother. “Well, then, let’s go… make a carriage of this pumpkin, I suppose!” She giggled. “If you’ll pardon me for just a moment, I should use the lavatory before I go, and then I’ll meet you in front of the house.” “The lavatory?” For the first time, the smile fell from the fairy godmother’s face, replaced by worry. “Oh no, dear, no no no, you can’t do that, not before you even have a chance to enjoy your wish!” “Pardon?” asked Ella, quite confused. “What does the lavatory have to do with my wish?” “Oh goodness me, did you not know? I should have realized - has nobody ever told you how magic works, my love?” “I don’t think anyone knows how magic works, fairy godmother,” she said. “All I’ve ever heard were fairy tales and children’s stories; I didn’t even know it was truly real until this very day.” “Oh dear, oh dear,” said the fairy godmother, wringing her hands together. “I suppose I should explain, then. You see, dearie, we fairies are magical creatures; our magic is a part of us, as natural as our blood and bones. Humans, on the other hand, are marvellously mundane; you have no magic of your own, and though you can take it into yourselves, it always seeks to escape. Your breath is too light to carry it away, but anything else - if you pass water, or vomit, or bleed - will let it free, and everything the magic changed will be undone. Your dress, your pretty hair, your charming manservants - they’ll all disappear as though they’d never been.” “Oh my,” said Ella. “Well, but couldn’t you cast the spell again afterwards? Or perhaps I could make another wish, so that I don’t need to go until after the ball?” “I’m afraid it doesn’t work like that, dear.” The fairy godmother sank low in the air, clearly dejected. “We can only grant a person one wish. If you let the magic free before the ball, there’s nothing more I can do.” “Really? How unfortunate.” She shook her head regretfully. “I suppose I’ll simply have to do without, then. I’m not going to let a silly little thing like that keep me from the ball.” The fairy godmother perked up immediately, wings fluttering in excitement, though she still looked worried. “Oh, but are you sure you’ll be alright, dear? It’s not too terribly urgent, is it?” “Not at all,” she said, giving a reassuring smile. “It was only a precaution. I should probably stay away from the drinks in any case; it would be a terrible shame if I were to make a drunken fool of myself in front of all the guests.” It was only partly a lie. Ella had not relieved herself since shortly after waking, before the sun had even begun to rise - hours ago, now. But she had been allowed little to drink as she worked, and in any case, she had long practice holding her waters. Her step-mother and step-sisters did not trust her near their rooms except under supervision, so she was not allowed to go upstairs - where lay the house’s only lavatory - on her own. Unless she was willing to risk annoying them, a risk she only took under dire circumstances, she habitually did her business only once a day, when in the morning her step-mother escorted her upstairs for her five-minute scrub in a tub of cold water, or - once a week - a practically luxurious slightly longer scrub in cold water, so that she was clean enough to tidy their rooms. So, while she could feel that she could use the restroom if she went to, it was far from what she might describe as terribly urgent. “Oh, wonderful, wonderful, you’re going to have such a lovely time, dearie,” the fairy godmother said, delighted, and darted towards the door. “Do come on, my love! You haven’t even seen your carriage yet!” Ella glanced, grinning, at the mouse-turned-chauffeur, who looked a little surprised at the attention but returned a small, polite smile of his own, his cheeks twitching. He hurried after the fairy godmother first, Ella falling into step behind him, and together they exited the house. The chauffeur carefully placed the pumpkin down in the street, and at the fairy godmother’s bidding Ella leant down to brush her fingers against its skin. It glittered as she stood, and then expanded all at once into a rounded golden-orange carriage harnessed to a mighty horse. At this Ella could only let out a gasp of wonderment, and even the chauffeur gave an admiring squeak. And then they climbed into their places aboard the carriage, Ella and the chauffeur, with the fairy godmother hovering alongside to see them off with some final well-wishes. The horse took off immediately and smoothly, carrying them through the streets as though floating on a cloud. Bystanders turned to watch the carriage as it went; once, Ella waved at a group of wide-eyed children, and giggled delightedly as they enthusiastically waved back. Finally they reached the palace, riding in through the wrought-iron gates and up to the main entrance. Ella got out of the carriage, thanked the chauffeur - he gave a proud squeak - and turned to climb the stairs to the front doorway as he rode away behind her. The guards by the doors looked her over once she reached the top and, whether due to magical persuasion or simply the obvious finery of her clothes and vehicle, stood aside to let her in. Up a flight of stairs and down a hallway she went, at the polite direction of the servants inside, and there she found the ballroom. She had to stop for a minute when she first entered to absorb the sheer sight of it all. Such finery and expense, so much of it all in one place; it was unlike anything she had seen before. Her parents had been titled, certainly, but not nearly so highly-ranked that they were afforded personal invitations to the palace, let alone with their young daughter in tow. The elaborate decorations covering the walls, floor, and ceiling; the enormous sparkling chandelier; the hand-carved, gold-embossed furniture; all of it together felt like something out of a fairy tale. But then, Ella herself was there at the behest of a fairy godmother, in a magical dress that rivalled any of the other guests’, so who was she to judge? Buoyed by the thought, she strode confidently into the room, realized she had no idea what exactly one did at parties, and made her way to the snack table. It was full to overflowing with a tremendous array of foods, some of which she hadn’t eaten since she was a child and many more of which she had never had at all. She found a plate, and set to filling it with samples of as many things as she could, popping one into her mouth as she went. It was, of course, excellent - probably, she thought, even by the standards of someone who hadn’t been fed only leftovers of her own cooking for years. It was partway through this task that Ella first caught sight of the guest of honor. Princess Charming II, firstborn daughter of King Steadfast IV and heir to the throne, naturally outshone everyone else present - both metaphorically, as she was the most beautiful person in the room, and literally, with small glittering jewels scattered through the locks of her hair. Her dark skin was smooth and flawless, and her smile arrested Ella on sight. Ella, in fact, had stopped in place, her mouth hanging open in distraction, a fact she realized and corrected with some embarrassment. Though she dearly wished to go over and talk to the princess, Ella restrained herself. She would probably just make a fool of herself, having barely talked to anyone but her step-mother and step-sisters in years; and anyway, there was already a crowd of people vying for the princess’ attention. In fact… yes, there were her step-sisters, near the outer edges of the throng, failing to get any closer or to mask their frustration with that fact. Better not to try, Ella thought, and returned to filling her plate - though not without the occasional princessward glance. Though the fairy godmother’s warning echoed in her mind, keeping her conscious of the still-manageable pressure in her belly, she nevertheless took a glass from amongst the drinks, knowing she would need some fluids to keep thirst at bay. She hovered about the table for a while, not quite sure what to do with herself, and worked her way through her samples; most of them were delicious, and even those she disliked were pleasingly novel. She overheard hushed but gleeful gossip of some faux pas committed by somebody she’d never heard of, and was briefly invited in to a conversation that amounted to everybody bragging about their outfits. She held their interest briefly due to her “mysterious” tailor, but then quickly lost it when she proved neither willing to be prodded into revealing her secrets nor interested in their game of verbal oneupsmanship, and so found herself quietly pushed out of the conversation until she simply took her leave and left with it. Even trying to nurse her drink, between the talking and the food she found herself emptying first one glass and then a second, to the increasing discomfort of her bladder. Just as she was picking up her third, plate once again filled with her favorites so far and others she hadn’t yet tried, a low, velvety voice addressed her, sending an immediate shiver down her spine. “Are you enjoying the festivities?” Ella looked up like a startled rabbit, and immediately her heart seemed to stop in her chest; the speaker was none other than Princess Charming herself. She was, it turned out, even more radiant up close, especially when she was talking directly to Ella. Ella glanced about them; though the princess had managed to escape the crush of the crowd, many eyes were watching intently, clearly awaiting their chance to swoop in. “I - uh - yes, your majesty,” she stammered. “‘Your highness’ is the proper address,” said the princess, and her smile widened as Ella blushed deeply; “but don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. ‘Princess’ works too, if you prefer. I might even offer you ‘Charming’, if only the familiarity wouldn’t cause such a terrible scandal.” Well, now Ella was blushing for another reason entirely. “My deepest apologies, your highness,” she said, lowering herself in a curtsey and wincing slightly as the motion disturbed the dull weight in her abdomen. “I’ve never had the honor before.” “The honor you may have, but the pleasure is mine,” the princess replied. “I could hardly pass up a chance to talk with such a lovely guest - though it seems not everyone agrees with me, with you all alone here. Or is that by choice? I can leave you be, if you’d prefer.” “No, it’s - I did join a conversation, but it was a little… dull, so I - left. And now I’m… here.” She gestured awkwardly with her plate. “Well, it’s their loss; I dare hope I can do better.” She glanced down at Ella’s plate. “I gather the food is to your liking, at least? I’ll have to congratulate the chefs.” “Yes, it’s - Everything is lovely, your highness,” said Ella. “Oh, come now, you can be honest,” said the princess. “I won’t be offended, I promise you.” “Well,” said Ella, caught between her instinct to remain polite and agreeable and her desire to do as Princess Charming bade her, “it’s just - it’s all a bit much, don’t you think?” The princess burst into a beautiful, delighted laugh; Ella felt her mood instantly buoyed by the sound, a smile forming on her lips. “You know,” said she, “I’ve thought that exact thing! My father won’t hear it, I’m afraid - Grandmother didn’t name him Subtle.” She laughed again, and Ella with her. “Oh, but isn’t this an excellent sign! I do believe we’ll get on wonderfully.” Princess Charming was as good as her word, and as good as her name. She was a fantastic conversationalist - entertaining, funny, and capable of keeping it moving smoothly even where Ella, still shy at the centre of so much attention, fumbled. Though she couldn’t give Ella her full attention - it would, after all, have been terribly rude to ignore all her other guests - she kept her by her side, managing to make it clear without words that she was the favored guest. Ella, for her part, found that, once her shyness had been worn away, the conversations flowed far more easily than her first attempt; it helped, too, that the other guests were now much less inclined to dismiss her. There was only one problem, one Ella could not share with the princess. With all the unaccustomed talking, she frequently found her mouth becoming dry, forcing her to keep drinking. Several more glasses of fizzy liquid made their way down her throat to add to her burden, a servant practically replacing the glass in her very fingers the moment she emptied it. Eventually the princess noticed her trying to draw out her latest glass by taking only tiny sips; her excuse that she was starting to become tipsy was met with a request to take away the fizzy drink, replaced with a non-alcoholic fruit punch, and she had no choice but to keep drinking. Ella’s situation was starting to become dire by the time the sun fully set. The nagging urge was unceasing now, a constant throb as the strained organ sought relief. She pressed her legs together beneath her dress to aid her tiring muscles, and had to fight all the harder when she needed to part them to move. Had she the option, she certainly would have begged the princess’ pardon to leave for the lavatory, but of course she did not, and so she held her tongue and kept her difficulties concealed. Shortly after the clock rang out eleven times, just as the conversation found a natural lull, the band came to the end of their piece and started another. “Oh!” said the princess, glancing to that end of the room, “I love this song!” She clapped her hands together in delight and looked to Ella. “Milady, would you join me for a dance?” Ella did not know how to dance, but an unaccustomed confidence told her that would not be a problem. She had no such reassurance, however, that she could avoid disgracing herself in so doing. She most definitely should not accept, she thought, even if it might mean disappointing the princess. “I would be delighted, your highness,” she said, because she was a besotted fool. The princess beamed. “Wonderful!” She raised her voice to address the crowd, continuing, “thank you for coming, everyone, it has been a delight to see you all. I’m sorry to say I will be stepping away shortly; please, stay as long as you like and enjoy the festivities. They will continue until dawn.” A disappointed susurration ran through the crowd. Ella’s own feelings were mixed; certainly she did not want so soon to leave the party, to return home to her life of servitude and never again speak to Princess Charming, but on the other hand, at least it meant she could make a graceful exit instead of bowing out early, leaving for the bathroom and never returning, or wetting herself in the middle of the ball. She would simply have to make the best of the time she had left, she decided. The princess took her hand (setting a flutter in her chest) and led her to the dance floor; there she kept their hands clasped, turned to face Ella, and placed her hand at her waist. Ella moved her free arm hesitantly, and found it naturally falling into place; just as naturally, they took one step together, then two, and then they were dancing, moving about the floor as one while the music played on. Every step Ella took that parted her legs from one another wore away a little more at her control, the weight on her tired muscles inching ever closer to overwhelming them, but she held tight and pushed away the feeling. It could wait. Occasionally, as she turned, she caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the crowd, her step-mother or a step-sister. They looked deeply frustrated, as they had ever since her step-sisters had made it close to Princess Charming and clearly made little impression, quickly being jostled aside by other guests. Ella had been right there beside her at the time - it had been an effort not to react, but they apparently failed to recognize her, not least because they barely took their eyes off the princess - and had taken a deep satisfaction in seeing them fail so entirely in their purpose here. It would certainly put all three of them in a foul mood for who knew how long, but Ella felt it was well worth it. Eventually the song drew near to its end, and Ella decided to make a bold move. As the final notes began, she gave a mischievous smile, shifted her arm, and drew in close; the princess’ eyes widened in surprise, and at the dramatic final moment Ella swept her into a dip. Murmuring sprang up around them immediately, and Ella ignored it - she was never going to meet any of these people again, not like this. The princess’ surprise gave way to a smile, looking up at Ella’s face above her. “Oh my,” she said, delighted. “This is a first; I’ve never been so thoroughly swept off my feet.” They hung there for a few seconds longer, as Ella fought the urge to do something bolder still; there were limits to what she could get away with, even anonymous as she was, and a kiss would be well beyond them. Finally the moment passed, and they stood, and parted, both flushed and still smiling. And then, suddenly - “Ah!” gasped Ella, slamming her thighs together and clenching her muscles with all the strength she could muster, fighting a terrible wave of need as all the water in her body demanded its immediate release, as though all the feeling she’d let the dancing distract her from returned at once. She bent at the knees and waist, hands balling to fists against her legs, face screwed up with effort and breath tight in her chest - every part of her clenched at once. And it still wasn’t enough. Slowly, agonizingly, a drop forced its way out of her, all the strength in her body unable to hold it inside, and became a tiny, burning-hot wet spot in her underwear that tingled for a moment before fading to normalcy. It took mere seconds for the wave to pass, but each one seemed to last an hour. Unfolding a body that felt like a wrung-out towel, Ella realized the princess was looking at her with an odd expression. At least they were close together, and the crowd was held back by the edges of the dance floor; the partygoers had definitely seen her movement, but only the princess had had a clear sight of her. “My goodness,” said the princess. “Are you alright? I can call someone to help, if you need-” “No,” said Ella, too quickly, voice shaking. “Your highness. Thank you, but I’m quite fine, I assure you. My legs protested all this activity, but it’s passed now.” Another partial lie, such as she’d told the fairy godmother all those hours ago; the wave of irresistible urgency had subsided, but her bladder was no less full for it. That would not pass until she finally made it to a lavatory or, failing that, a secluded space where she could pull up her dress and - Even the thought was almost enough to force another leak from her, and she made herself focus on the princess, who was about to speak again. “Ah, of course,” she said. “Actually, I was just about to go out onto the balcony, to sit for a while and enjoy the night before I retire. Would you care to join me? You can rest your legs, and I would love to keep your company a while longer.” No, said Ella’s better judgement. She certainly could not join the princess on the balcony; she would be lucky if her fraying self-control could last even minutes more. The only possible thing she could do was to politely decline, find the nearest restroom with all due haste, and sneak out of the castle when she was done. “I would be delighted,” said Ella. A strand of hair escaped the hold of the styling, drifting down to hang at the side of her face. A servant opened the large glass doors ahead of them, and Ella followed Princess Charming out onto the balcony. Her dress was warm where it covered her, but her arms, neck, and head were exposed, and the bite of the night air sent a shiver down her spine and into her bladder. She all but collapsed into one of the chairs set out for them, freeing her legs to twist together beneath her dress and very slightly lessen the immediacy of her impending disaster; the princess sat down more calmly beside her. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” said the princess, looking out at the starry sky hanging over the lavish castle gardens, all in the stark light of the full moon. Ella was not as able to appreciate the sight as she might otherwise have been, but even so she couldn’t deny the princess’ words. “It is.” Behind them, the doors clicked open again; another servant emerged and placed a half-empty pitcher of fruit punch on the little table situated between their chairs, followed by two glasses. The princess thanked him politely, and he bowed and returned inside. Then she picked up the pitcher and a glass to pour herself a drink. The sound of the punch splashing caused Ella’s desperation to surge again; she jerked forward in her seat and tightly gripped the sides of the seat rather than let her hands do what they naturally wished, which was to bury themselves between her legs in hopes of physically holding herself closed. Perhaps, if she had allowed herself that, she would have held firm for the moment, but instead another drop escaped her, and with it a little more of the magic. “Milady,” said the princess, and Ella’s gaze snapped to her, “are you quite - should I call you an escort to the facilities? You -” “I’m fine,” said Ella, quite implausibly. The princess continued over her, ignoring the interruption. “- needn’t endure on my account, if such was your concern; I would be happy to wait for you.” “I don’t need it, your highness,” she said more firmly. “Please, put it from your mind and let us enjoy our time together.” “…If you’re certain,” said the princess, skepticism and something Ella couldn’t identify mingling on her face for a moment before giving way to a smile. “And I told you already, I won’t hold you to formality. Indeed, we’re all alone now; you can call me by name and nobody will be any the wiser.” Ella blushed, flustered by the implied intimacy. “Yes, your - Ch - Princess Charming,” she stuttered, unable to bring herself to be so familiar and meeting the princess halfway. Princess Charming giggled. “Well, that will do,” she said. “So, milady, do tell me a little about yourself. Do you have a pastime you enjoy?” Ella and the princess whiled away the night together, the conversation flowing between them. She had to avoid talking about herself too much, lest she give away that she was only in the most technical sense a noblewoman, but she was able to deflect and change the subject with unexpected ease; she suspected the magic was helping. Their time together set a smile on her face and a heat in her chest that seemed to bleed out through her limbs, making her feel warm even in the night air. All the while, though, her time was running out, and she knew it full well. An ocean sat between her legs, crashing against her weakening resistance with all its force. She ached for relief, the dual burning of overstretched and overtired muscles ravaging her, and was very aware that she could simply choose to take it at any point. The princess kept giving her sidelong looks, clearly aware of her plight but declining to push her on it. Ella half-wished she would; she suspected that she would give in. Despite the knot of her legs - crossed over one another beneath her dress not once but twice - the prior slips in her control were not the last. Every new cramp and spasm squeezed a little more out to dampen her underwear, the fabric clinging cold and wet to her skin; and worse, they were becoming more severe, every leak a little harder to stop than the last, a little slower. And, of course, every one sapped a little more of the magic from her. She could feel it happening; little things, barely noticeable, slowly building up to some catastrophic faux pas. Her hairstyle continued to unravel, her makeup stiffened and cracked on her face; decorative elements on her dress began to fray and unravel. Once, she lifted an arm and felt stitches tearing; thereafter she tried to keep that arm still. It was to the princess’ credit that she was willing and able to keep the conversation going, even as Ella’s ability to participate stretched thinner and thinner. It was becoming impossible to think of anything else, desperation filling all the space in her head, as though she had run out of space in her bladder and started filling up her skull instead. But eventually, even Princess Charming reached the limits of her charm. Ella had barely spoken a word in some minutes, her replies dwindling to single syllables and grunts and vague noises, and the princess came to the end of a sentence and fell silent. Seconds passed while confusion slowly penetrated Ella’s thoughts; she turned to look at the princess in confusion, meeting eyes full of confusion and that same unknown something from before. “Oh, dear,” said the princess, and reached out to Ella, leaning over in her chair. “You’ve got…” her fingers gently brushed the side of Ella’s face, taking up the hairs that had come loose and tucking them up behind her ear. “There,” she said, her voice tender, gentle. She maintained the tone as she continued, as though trying not to spook a skittish animal. “Milady, please, I can see how you’re suffering. I beg of you, leave me and take your relief; the pleasure of your company is not worth your pain.” It was the sensible decision, Ella knew, but there was little room left in her head for sense. She opened her mouth with no idea what she would say. “You aren’t suffering,” was what fell out, a petulant retort - or perhaps a plea, as she continued, “You didn’t leave the ball in all the time I’ve been here, and you had more to drink than I - how are you so composed, and I so weak?” “It is not your weakness,” the princess told her firmly. “As princess, I am expected to remain composed regardless of circumstance. Many a dull audience did I sit through in my childhood, learning to conceal my boredom; this I began to practice on my own initiative, some years later. By now, I suspect, I could hold my waters ‘til I died of it and still give no sign.” Whatever Ella might have said to that, she did not get the chance. Another desperate cramp wracked her body, as they had been doing since coming outside - but this one made all the rest feel feeble by comparison. Her muscles failed her instantly, urine not leaking from her but gushing uncontrolled; she made a hideous noise and lurched forward in her seat, pressing her hands between her legs as hard as her dress allowed for even the slightest extra stopping power. The handful of seconds before she stemmed the flow were the longest of her life, and when she did it was only by the barest of margins - in fact, it was not wholly accurate to say she did stop it, as tiny drops continued to leak from her like a dripping faucet. This was it; she was at the limit of her control. “You’re right,” she sobbed, “I must have relief, I can’t hold it any longer. I’m so sorry, your highness, I need - please -” “No, shh, you need not apologize,” said the princess soothingly. “Come, follow me, I’ll lead you to the lavatory-” “I can’t!” Ella cried. “I’ll never make it - if I even stand it’s going to come out!” “My goodness,” the princess murmured. “I ought to have spoken up earlier, if only I had realized it was this dire. If you truly cannot last, perhaps you should simply let go; I promise I will think no less of you.” “No!” The idea was tempting, near-irresistible, but as long as Ella had any strength left in her she knew she couldn’t do it. The indignity of wetting herself in front of the princess aside - “Everyone would see.” Not only through the windows as it puddled beneath her, but when she then had to run through the room in a soaked dress. “There has to be something else, anything.” “I don’t know if there is.” The princess glanced about herself, worry writ on her face. “I could send a servant to fetch something for you to use, but that would take too long. I don’t think - oh!” Ella’s gaze snapped to the princess, heart lurching with hope at the realization in her tone, and followed her gaze to - “The pitcher! You can lift the front of your dress to hold it in place, your body and the chair will block it from view! I can have it disposed of later with the utmost discretion, milady, nobody will ever know.” Pissing herself in a pitcher of fruit punch in front of the princess was still a humiliation Ella could never have imagined, but at this stage it seemed all other options were worse. “Okay,” she decided. “Please, yes, that.” “Lift your dress now,” the princess said urgently. “Then you can go as soon as I hand it to you, instead of fumbling one-handed.” With a desperate wordless sound, Ella pulled her hands from between her legs, the continuous leaking immediately becoming worse. Unable to bend to reach the hem of her dress, she gripped it at the knee and slid it up until the bottom was in reach, then hiked it up all the way, exposing the entire front of her below the ribcage to the princess’ eyes and the cold air. She thrust out a shaking hand towards the princess, and was not immediately met with the handle of the pitcher. “My goodness,” said the princess, surprised. “Is that all your bladder? It’s even bigger than mine!” Ella looked over to her in confusion, and then down at her own stomach where the princess was looking, and instantly understood her surprise. Her stomach, normally flat, was swollen out as though she had swallowed a pumpkin whole - and if that pumpkin had then expanded into a carriage, it would almost match how it felt inside her. “Please,” she groaned. “Oh! I’m sorry, here -” The princess snapped out of her distraction and moved to proffer the pitcher, but then abruptly stopped again and pulled it back. “Wait -” “Why,” she cried. She was so full, more desperately full than she had ever thought she could be; her body sang with pain from waist to groin and only by the barest thread of self-control was she keeping her unstoppable release slowed. How could the princess deny her now? Did she mean to torture her? “Just a moment longer, I’m so sorry,” said the princess, grabbing her glass and, to Ella’s horror, pouring punch into it. “I fear you will overflow the pitcher,” she explained as Ella hunched into herself and tried and failed to block out the sounds. “I’ll empty it -” she interrupted herself to raise the full glass to her lips, gulping it down in a matter of seconds that felt like an eternity. “- as fast as I can,” she gasped, hurrying to pour another, “just be strong a few moments more -” she downed that glass too, panting too heavily to speak as she poured the third. There was still more punch in the jug than the glass could hold; the princess filled it to the top and kept pouring, spilling the rest onto herself until it was empty. She thrust the pitcher wordlessly at Ella, who desperately grabbed it, tugging on the princess’ hand as she tried to let go. Ella shoved it beneath the dress still held up in a white-knuckled grip, pressed its lip to her sodden underwear without even a thought of pulling it clear, and instantly, completely lost control. The sheer relief of relaxing all the muscles she had held tense almost knocked her over with sudden lightness; let out an involuntary moan and swayed in place, having to catch herself before she toppled over. Urine shot from her with tremendous force, the sound of it spraying against the glass of the pitcher deafening in the quiet of the night. The bulge in her stomach deflated slowly, approaching its normal flat shape. As the level of yellow liquid drew higher, Ella realized that holding the pitcher at an angle meant it would overflow more quickly. Careful to keep it pressed against her - she could not have stopped if she had tried - she shifted forward in her chair, until she was perched on the very edge, hanging out off the front so that she could hold it upright instead. In this new position her stream seemed to come even harder. The jug filled closer and closer to the rim, and she began to worry that even upright it wouldn’t hold all that she held. Finally, though, her release slowed to a more casual intensity, and then to a trickle, and finally she was empty and the jug was filled almost perfectly to capacity by pale yellow urine sparkling with, if one looked closely, a faint golden glitter that faded from view in seconds. In the distance, the clock chimed twelve. “I’m sorry,” Ella murmured. The princess, when she turned her head to look, was staring at her, her mouth hanging slightly open; her face showed pity, astonishment, and that thing Ella still couldn’t identify. After a moment her mouth snapped closed as she visibly collected herself. “No,” she said, “you needn’t be. I’m only glad you feel better, now.” “No,” Ella said, tears welling up in her eyes. “I am sorry. For… that - the indignity - and for this.” And she stood on trembling legs, stepped carefully over the jug she had set down on the floor, turned, and ran. The glass doors opened to a hard shove. A hubbub stirred amongst the crowd as she ran through, hair slipping loose as she went. Stitches tore in her dress as she pulled the door open, and halfway down the hall she nearly fell headlong as the heel snapped off one of her shoes. She slowed long enough to slam the other foot down hard, snapping that heel too, then bolted for the exit. The carriage, of course, would have long since reverted to a pumpkin before she could wait for the mouse-that-was-no-longer-a-chauffeur to bring it to her. Her dress falling apart around her, shedding stitches and flakes of makeup, she fled out into the streets. Over two months later, Ella’s step-mother and step-sisters were still in a foul mood. The princess’ search for a bride had been halted. She had - reading between the lines of invectives and indignant offense - given a perfectly polite goodbye to everyone at the party, but had not chosen a suitor from among the guests. The kingdom was abuzz with talk of the mysterious woman who nobody recognized, who had so captured the heart of the princess before fleeing into the night. There was a reward for anyone who could bring her news. Ella supposed it would go unclaimed. The fact that she had not terribly offended Princess Charming was a relief, even if it did tempt her to go back to the castle and reveal herself. Surely the princess would never want her as she truly was, the grubby and soot-stained servant Cinder-Ella. It would have to remain a pleasant fantasy, nice to imagine but impossible in reality, just like the thought she couldn’t shake, that in hindsight she knew what that expression had been on the princess’ face. It was in this fantasy she was immersed, distracting herself from the tedium of her chores, when her step-mother stormed into the room. “You,” her step-mother barked. “Stop what you’re doing, don’t make any noise, and stay here. Do not enter the front room; her highness the princess has graced us with her presence and we will not sully her with sight of you. Do you understand me, girl?” “Yes, step-mother,” said Ella, her heart racing suddenly in her chest. The princess was here! Had she figured out who Ella was, somehow? No, of course not, she would have asked for her if that were so. More likely she was visiting her guests in person, perhaps looking for information, perhaps for some royal purpose. Ella rarely disobeyed a command, but as soon as her step-mother left - rather, as soon as it was clear she would not return - she snuck silently out of her room, through the kitchen, and into the hallway, coming to stand next to the door to the front room. She made no move to enter, just stood and listened. “…the delay, your highness,” her step-mother was saying, simpering and sweet. “Here are my two lovely daughters, whom you doubtless remember from your magnificent ball, before that… enigmatic woman joined the festivities. And to what do we owe the honor of your presence, if I may ask?” “Ah, precisely to that enigmatic woman,” said the princess. Ella’s stomach flipped over inside her at the sound of her voice; it was as lovely as she remembered, and just as expressive, the little smile on the princess’ face clear in her mind’s eye. “It seems nobody knows who she was, and so I have begun to search for her myself. Fortunately, I have a single lead.” There was a brief pause before her step-mother spoke again, sounding confused. “A pitcher, your highness?” Ella flushed with embarrassment. In the room, the princess replied, “Indeed. This pitcher is my test; if need be I can visit every woman in the town, and my hand in marriage to the one who can fill it.” “That’s all?” her step-mother asked. “They need merely fill a jug? Seems simple enough. Girls?” “If it please your highness, I could make a number of drinks,” said the elder step-sister. “Lemonade, perhaps, or sweet tea - maybe a cocktail, if you’d rather something stronger?” “I believe those pitchers held fruit punch at the ball,” said the younger. “Is that the answer?” “I’m afraid not,” said the princess. “Is there anyone else present to ask? If not, I will see myself out, with apologies for taking up your time.” “No,” said Ella’s step-mother in a tone she recognized as cold fury. “But-” Ella made a decision, and stepped into the room before she could talk herself out of it. “I believe I know, your highness.” All eyes in the room turned to her. “What do you think you’re doing, Cinder-Ella?” the younger step-sister sneered, while the elder hissed, “How dare you speak to the princess!” “Girls!” snapped her step-mother, causing them to meekly subside. “My apologies, your highness, she’s just a servant. I didn’t think her worth mentioning; obviously, she couldn’t have been at your ball.” The princess looked Ella over; their eyes met, and hers widened in recognition. “Could it be?” she murmured. “Princess Charming,” said Ella with a smile, lowering herself in a curtsey as her step-sisters gasped in indignation. “If you’ll join me in the kitchen, I can fill it as you’d like.” Ella’s step-mother took a furious step toward her, raising a hand. “Guards,” said the princess, stopping her in her tracks, “please stay here and ensure we are not followed.” And then, to Ella again, “After you, milady.” The two large, uniformed men behind her loomed obediently, one moving to block the doorway behind the princess as Ella led her to the kitchen. As soon as the door closed behind them, the princess tossed the pitcher aside on the nearest surface, surged towards Ella, and clasped her hands over her forearms, sliding down them to take her hands. “Is it really you?” she asked wonderingly, staring into Ella’s eyes. “It is, your highness,” said Ella. “My apologies once more for leaving you like that, and for the embarrassing display -” She was cut off as the princess threw her arms around her in a hug, heedless of the soot and dirt no doubt besmirching her expensive clothes. “How?” she asked from the vicinity of Ella’s shoulder. “If you’re a servant - those women did not decorate you, clearly; how were you at the ball?” “It is a long and fantastical story,” said Ella. “One might even call it magical.” “I see,” said the princess, releasing her and taking her hands again. “Is that fantastical story also why I never thought to ask your name?” “Most likely,” she said. “But with my secret known, I can tell you now, my name is Ella. Cinder-Ella, to my step-mother and step-sisters, because, well…” she gave a wry smile and glanced down at herself. “Hm.” The princess’ mouth tightened to a thin line, expression darkening. “Well, you need not answer to that any longer. If you so wish, I will take you with me this very day, and you may never set foot here again.” “I would be delighted, your highness,” said Ella, a smile spreading across her face. And then, again before she could lose her nerve, she continued, “But should I not first prove I am who you came here looking for?” “I believe you,” said the princess. “You have changed much, but looking into your eyes, I could not mistake you - and in any case, you clearly know me, or else are an excellent bluff.” Ella’s heart pounded in her chest. She thought she had interpreted this correctly, but if she had made a mistake, she could be about to humiliate herself again - deliberately, this time. Surely then Princess Charming would change her mind, leave Ella here and find someone of proper dignity. “Even so,” she said, allowing a mischievous edge into her smile. “You said the pitcher was the test. I would hate to make a liar of you; it is only right that I prove myself, that you may watch.” The princess’ face moved through confusion and then understanding before reaching the enjoyment, the desire, Ella had only recognized in hindsight. “You make a compelling case,” she said, and stepped away from Ella to pick up the pitcher. “Very well, then. Show me.” Ella took it from her, slipped down her old trousers, and positioned it between her legs. She met the princess’ eyes, and gave an exaggerated sigh as she relieved herself once again. “I should warn you,” she said, blushing slightly as she spoke over the sound of her own stream, “there will not be as much as there was at the ball. I was truly at my wits’ end that night.” “Of course,” agreed the princess, her gaze fixed upon the space between Ella’s legs. “There will be time enough in the future for that, if you so decide.” “Perhaps I will,” said Ella, still peeing. When her stream tapered off, the pitcher was only two-thirds full, though the princess hardly seemed disappointed. “I didn’t think this through,” she realized, suddenly finding herself stuck in the kitchen with a jug of urine. “Do you have anything with which I might clean myself?” “Oh! Yes, I have a handkerchief.” The princess withdrew the cloth from somewhere in her outfit and handed it to Ella. Ella considered asking if she would like to do it, but decided that even by the standards of what she had just done that would be too bold, too fast; instead she simply took it in her free hand and wiped herself dry. The cloth she threw in the garbage, and as they clearly could not take the pitcher with them still full, she opted to empty it down the sink, rinsing it out thoroughly. And, after making sure she was presentable, the princess took her hand, and together they walked out of the house in which Ella had served for so many years, never to return.

Stella trying to keep her mom covered.

Disney Fairies peeing during the spring time. The other two went to pee behind a rock.

So all you girls out there, if you had actually peed outside in the rain, how did it feel for you all?

Wondering how this is gonna turn out! https://www.usnews.com/news/us/articles/2022-05-13/michigan-profs-push-pee-for-peonies-urine-diversion-plan

During the Generic road trip, Martha had to go behind a rock since there was no bathroom anywhere.

Frida has Carlos pull over in the camping ground so she could get out and pee.

I need help finding a video I saw on tumblr before they banned nsfw content a few years ago. Basically it was like a woman wearing white caprees, and i think a yellow shirt with either flip flops or sneakers (I wanna say it was sneakers but i can also imagine flip flops). She squats down in a store (looks like a walmart). If i remember correctly it was a diaper/baby aisle. Reaalllly nice hissing sound. The quality was not great. Maybe '07-'12 if not slightly earlier. Absolutely fantastic video, but i tried to google it and just got karen videos. I think about this video so often. Cursing myself for not saving it.

From the TV show A Kind of Magic....

This is how anthro cats and dogs pee in public when the bathroom is hogged.

Marsha, one of the hipsters of Grojband episode "Who Are You?"

Isabelle, Eliot Kid's mother, locked outside and had to pee REEEEAAAAALLLLLLY bad!

This is Dan recording Elise peeing at the side of the house after he locked her out when she had to go real bad. You can tell by looking at her face that she is NOT pleased.

Zer0finix has been exposed as a pedophile. And she's now lost a lot of fans. This is her OC Elina, who is now the most hated character ever because of this. She's been rejected from attending a party by her former friends, who won't even let her use the bathroom. So she is forced to squat and pee behind a small bush in the rain, and she's been peeing for 6 minutes now.

Chloe from Grojband

Shouldn't had drank too much tea. She doesn't want her kids to find out what she's doing behind the bushes. PS, follow the line that connects to each speech bubble to know the order of the dialogue.

https://youtu.be/5V1xnTsRry8 https://youtu.be/7FYagcJew8Y

Marci McFist doesn't care if anyone watches her peeing.

Here's a Zoophobia fanart. One of the zoophobic young woman Cameron Walden. She fears some animals will catch her peeing behind the bush. She's got a shy bladder.

This is Samus sneaking behind the bushes peeing. She's on a mission while doing so too and will continue once she's finished.