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  1. Geist

    Culture shock

    From the album: Translated pixiv comics [English]

    Luckily the Traveller showed up when she did, Mona was on the brink and I can't imagine how embarassing it would have been if she had peed herself without someone she knew watching
  2. Geist

    kemono chipmunk 2

    From the album: Translated pixiv comics [English]

    Only about 20% of her pee made it inside of the intende target with the rest ending up on the bathroom's floor and on her shoes, but this time she managed to keep her pants and underwear relatively clean so she's getting better.
  3. This one's set in an original universe, a kind of sci-fi/Ancient Greece mashup Day 12: For a cause/on purpose OC's Of all the planets in the galaxy, Tiabis was widely considered to be the most beautiful. The sun shone brightly over crystal-clear seas and vast amber fields, and the weather was nearly always warm and mild. The capital city of Colosi was a wonder of architecture, combining beautiful classical buildings with the latest advancements in technology. Hover-trams carried people all around the city, but the most common destination was the local tavern. The place was usually bustling with life and full of joy. On this day, however, a dark mood hung over the patrons. “I ran into her today,” one man lamented as he sipped his wine. “Did you manage to get past her?” asked his companion. “Of course not,” the first man replied. He groaned. “I have to get my cows up to the mountain pasture soon, and that bitch is blocking the only way!” “She’s stopped me from going to see my family,” a third man added, “and they desperately need supplies. She’s a monster!” “Pardon me,” came a new voice. A tall, muscular woman with short brown hair strode up to the bar. She wore a simple leather tunic with a belt and scabbard, as well as a fur shawl over her shoulders. “Did I hear you mention a monster?” “Yes,” said one of the men warily. “What business is it of yours?” “My name is Dipas,” said the woman. “Monsters are something of a specialty of mine.” Dipas ordered a beer and took a hearty swig before continuing. “I’ve slain monsters from here to the Northern Wastes,” she explained. “This shawl is made from the fur of a cave panther that I killed with my bare hands.” “We, er, don’t want you to kill anything,” one of the men explained hurriedly. “This ‘monster’ is human.” “Or at least she was,” the cowherd added. Seeing Dipas’ confused expression, he continued. “She’s a modder. You know, someone who’s had themselves genetically modified?” “I’ve encountered a few of those,” said Dipas. “What’s this one’s game?” “She’s modded herself with cat features,” said the cowherd. “Fur, claws, sharp ears and green eyes. She calls herself the Sphinx. Currently, she’s at the head of the only path to the mountains, and she won’t let anyone through. It’s affecting everybody in this city, but anyone who’s tried to fight her has been mauled.” “And you don’t want me to kill her?” asked a skeptical Dipas. “We’d prefer to avoid bloodshed here,” the first man explained. “And she says she’ll stop if somebody solves her riddle.” “What riddle?” asked Dipas. The man cleared his throat. “‘In this fair city,’” he recited, “‘the rights of all have made such great advances. Yet on this issue, men and women still must take different stances. For if-’” “Piss,” said Dipas bluntly. “Pardon?” asked the third man. “Oh, the restroom is down the hall and to the right.” “No, idiot,” Dipas snapped. “It’s the answer to the riddle.” “‘Different stances’,” the cowherd repeated. “Of course, it should have been so obvious! Thank you so much!” He finished his drink then dashed towards the entrance. “I’m off to see the Sphinx!” “Wait,” Dipas called, “I don’t think-” She stopped when she saw that he was gone already. “Men,” she grumbled. “He’ll learn soon enough.” The following night, Dipas was back at the bar. She was swapping stories with two of the men when the third showed up, looking mortified. “How’d it go with the Sphinx?” Dipas asked smugly. “It was terrible!” cried the cowherd. “I gave her the answer, but she just smiled and gave me another! And when I couldn’t guess the answer, she- she threw me to the ground and urinated on me!” The two other men burst out laughing at this, but Dipas had a serious look on her face. She knew what she had to do. She woke up early the next morning, then headed for the mountain trail. After a few hours of hiking, the hills gave way to sheer cliffs. Eventually, Dipas arrived at a large flat area strewn with large gray stones and flanked on both sides by deep canyons. Perched languidly atop one of the rocks was the source of the city’s troubles. The Sphinx’s body was humanoid and feminine, but her ears were pointed and tufted like a cat’s. A long tail swished behind her. She was completely nude and covered in short tawny fur that did nothing to hide her privates. Dipas felt her face growing warm at the sight, but suppressed her emotions and marched forward. “Halt!” the Sphinx hissed, jumping down from her perch. “If you wish to pass, you must solve my riddle.” She cleared her throat. “What is-” “I’m not here about that riddle,” Dipas interrupted. “I’m here about the last one you told.” “Hmm? Oh, that one. True, that man answered it, but I wasn’t going to give in that easily. And if you think you can answer it-” “I know the answer,” said Dipas, “and I’m here to show you that your answer is wrong.” “What?” asked the Sphinx. “Oh, that. When I said ‘women,’ I meant biologically female-” “No, you’re still not getting it,” said Dipas. She strolled over to the edge of the canyon, and the curious Sphinx followed. “Watch and learn,” Dipas instructed. She lifted up the bottom part of her tunic, baring her lower half to the world as she hadn’t worn undergarments that day. The Sphinx gasped but Dipas paid her no mind, instead holding up her tunic in one hand while reaching down with the other. She took two fingers and spread her labia, then let herself relax. Dipas had downed several drinks the night before, and now she felt them working their way through her. After a brief pause, a strong golden stream emerged from between her legs. It flew straight out for several feet before breaking up into droplets above the canyon. Dipas laughed as she watched her stream fall out of sight. Still peeing at a steady rate, she turned to look at the Sphinx, who was staring wide-eyed. “Ahhhh,” Dipas moaned loudly. “Feels so good to let all that piss out. Like what you see, kitten?” She laughed again and shook her hips from side to side, sending her golden rain flying all over the place. Dipas’ bladder kept draining for what seemed like forever. Eventually, though, she pushed out the last droplet. She wiped herself with the hem of her tunic, then grinned at the Sphinx. “What do you say to that?” “M-my riddle was wrong,” the Sphinx stammered in disbelief. She sat down, overwhelmed. “I don’t know what to say.” “Say you’ll leave this area and let the people through,” said Dipas. “I’m sorry!” wailed the Sphinx. “I didn’t mean any harm, I just-” “Shh,” Dipas ordered. “I know your type. Lording your power over these people, trying to show your superiority.” She took a step closer to the Sphinx and lowered her voice. “Parading around nude, showing off that body, pissing to mark your dominance…” Dipas put one hand on the cat-girl’s shoulder. “You get off to this, don’t you?” The Sphinx gulped, then nodded, looking embarrassed. “And,” Dipas continued, “you liked watching me pee, didn’t you?” A pause, then another nod. “I knew it,” Dipas whispered, looking down between the Sphinx’s legs.”You’re getting wet already. Tell you what, kitten: you stop taking your sexual urges out on these people, and I’ll help you take care of them personally.” “Y-you really mean it?” squeaked the Sphinx. “Of course,” said Dipas. “I know what it’s like to be lonely.” She embraced the Sphinx, and they kissed passionately. Pulling away, Dipas removed her tunic. “That cowherd might not have liked it,” she purred, “but I’d be happy to let you mark me as your territory.”
  4. Like the last few stories I've posted, this was originally written using characters from a non-kink book I've written. So, name-changes were made and the setting was kept vague to keep it from being recognizable, I hope the vagueness does not distract from the desperation content. The characters featured here were previously seen in this story. The video game urinals mentioned here are actually real things. I've never been a super big fan of the 'guys can pee, but girls can't' tropes in omo stories. So here I wanted to try something where the girl in question can pee, and can even do it just like a guy. But, is simply making herself hold it due to being too prideful to admit she wants someone to keep watch for her. So, her issue is purely stubbornness and not so much a physical limitation. *** Shelby was going to be first in line when the store opened in the morning. She’d be the first to get her hands on the limited edition figurine that could only be obtained by pre-ordering the new Last Reverie game from this specific chain of stores. She’d set up a tent outside the store, and already more people were joining her and doing the same. It had been murder trying to convince her parents to let her do this. Dad wasn’t too keen on the idea of her spending all night in a parking lot, and had insisted she could only go if her brother Emmett accompanied her. Shelby had been tempted to say that was a load of sexist nonsense; She and Emmett were twins, so it wasn’t like he was any more of an adult than she was. And, when push came to shove, she was more likely to be able to defend herself than Emmett was. Not only had she always just seen herself as being tougher than her fragile, nervous brother, but she’d been the one to take multiple self-defense classes and carried pepper spray everywhere. But, she really wanted to go to this, and it wasn’t like she really minded spending time with her brother. Emmett, however, did mind having to stay up so late, and then try to get some rest in a sleeping bag that offered little cushion from the pavement. He also really minded the fact that he could not shower or brush his teeth before going to bed. He felt dirty all over, all his sweat from the day still caked on his body, and his teeth uncleaned; Plaque was basically bacteria poop, and the knowledge that he couldn’t rinse that crud off was making him profoundly uncomfortable. He was just glad he’d at least remembered his hand sanitizer. He was even more glad when he realized that, after the stores closed, he wouldn’t be able to use a proper restroom with a sink in it to wash his hands afterwards. No, instead it seemed everyone had decided to pee into bottles. It had repulsed him to no end, but eventually the pressure in his bladder had outweighed his disgust and he’d given in and made use of a bottle. Then emptied at least a quarter of his hand sanitizer into his palms. Shelby kind of groaned as he did these things. He thought maybe she was about to tease him for being such a germaphobe again. Or that she didn’t like being in earshot of her brother peeing in a bottle. Or maybe she’d filled one of his bottles of hand-sanitizer with super-glue again and was disappointed that he’d grabbed the one that she hadn’t sabotaged. He stood up to throw out the bottle somewhere. Shelby groaned again, quieter now. Really, she was groaning because the sound of Emmett peeing in the bottle had made her own bladder spasm with need. She’d been so excited to get here and be first in line that she hadn’t peed before leaving the house, and had been drinking a lot of soda all day since she knew she’d need the caffeine. All of it wanted out now. But, she didn’t think she could pee in one of the bottles, all the openings were too small to be usable for her. She was pretty sure, anyway. The thing was, Shelby was more adept at controlling her stream than most girls were. She could even pee standing up like a guy so long as she pulled her pants down low enough. She’d taught herself this new skill a couple years ago. On an Internet forum, she had been made aware of the existence of a particular kind of urinal that was built with a sensor that kept track of the position and strength of the user’s stream, and came equipped with LCD screens mounted above them that housed a video game. Instead of a controller, the game was operated with the user’s pee stream. On the forum, some jackass was using the existence of these things to ‘prove’ that women did not belong in gaming. Shelby told him that that was complete nonsense, along with a few more colorful phrases. They’d fired back and forth at each other so much that the topic ended up getting locked by the board’s moderators. Still, Shelby kept thinking about the urinal video games, and how unfair it was that anyone would develop a game that half of the population physically could not play. But then she thought that maybe she was wrong. She’d been told all her life that she was not supposed to pee standing up, but she’d never actually tried it. Maybe she could do it, and she just didn’t know because she hadn’t tried; It had just been too ingrained into her that it was impossible. She was not brazen enough to just try and do it on a whim, so she did some research first. She found that people with female parts could, in fact, pee standing up; There were devices that could be purchased to do it, and even a method to do it without any such device. She found online stores to purchase the devices, but then imagined Emmett or her parents opening the package it was in before she did. That would be awkward. So, instead she was going to try and do it without a device. That, she thought, would also prove the asshole on that forum even more wrong. She practiced in the shower for a long time, until she could reliably hit the drain every single time. She kind of had to lean funny, and force her pee out really, really hard, but it worked. Then, she started doing it at the toilet at home with all of her clothing off. Once she got the hang of that, she did it with her clothes on. There were a couple mishaps before she figured out how far her pants needed to be lowered, but after that it was easy. She rarely sat down to pee anymore, which was super useful in public bathrooms. She swore, it was like people who ‘hovered’ were just trying to make a mess, and it was nice not to have to sit in it. She’d kept her new talent a secret for a while. But, it made her feel such a weird sense of pride that she wanted to show it off. Just… That wasn’t really the most socially acceptable thing to do. She imagined meeting that jackass from the forum in real life someday, conveniently just outside a men’s room that housed those video game urinals. She’d challenge him to a game and proceed to thoroughly wipe the floor with his chauvinistic ass. But, that was unlikely to ever happen. Still, she wanted to show off to somebody; She was doing something that most people thought was impossible and it made her feel strangely powerful. She finally got the chance to display her skill to someone when on a trip with her family. They’d made several stops at gas stations, where her germaphobic, clean-freak of a brother refused to pee, even as he got visibly more and more desperate. She’d watched as he constantly twisted around in his seat, staring desperately out the window while palming his crotch. She pointed out to him he was being silly, and so did their parents, but still he said he’d hold it until they were somewhere ‘clean’. Partway through the trip he was basically out of his seat and gripping himself for all he was worth. Dad even offered to just pull over and let him pee on the side of the road, but since Emmett didn’t have his hand sanitizer to clean up with afterwards, that wasn’t good enough either. Shelby thought he was being a complete moron, but if he wanted to just pee all over himself and the car, that was his prerogative. But, he didn’t pee himself. They got to the hotel and he was still miraculously dry. While Dad got them checked into their room, Emmett ran, half-hunched over, for the men’s room in the lobby. Seeing him fidget and squirm for the past three hours had made Shelby feel a bit of an urge to go as well, and as she watched him hobble desperately for the restroom, she’d realized her own bladder was pretty full. They’d gotten to the hotel fairly late in the night. The lobby was totally deserted save for them and the employees. She walked the same direction Emmett had and pushed open the door to the men’s room. Emmett was at one of the urinals, and Shelby could hear him peeing so hard she thought his stream could probably strip paint off a wall. The moan of relief he’d been making cut off as soon as he saw her; “What are y—“ Shelby did not give him a chance to finish, “Check this out!” she said. She proceeded to take the urinal right beside his, pull her pants down to around her knees, lean back, position her hands, and release. Her pee sprayed into the urinal, not a drop going down her legs instead. “What the Hell!?” Emmett’s face went red. This was not the kind of thing a person saw everyday. He didn’t really want to see it, honestly. She was his freaking sister and now she was partially naked right beside him. That was okay when they were younger, sure, but not now. If his bladder wasn’t so worn out and sore after hours of desperation, he would have tried to cut off his flow and just leave. But, he couldn’t stop peeing; his bladder had been so utterly full that it was determined to keep draining until there was nothing left inside it. So, he was trapped there. “Cool, right?” Shelby asked. “No! How are you even doing that?!” “It’s really easy, I kinda make a peace sign with my fingers, and then put them—“ “N-Never mind! I don’t want to know!” Emmett interrupted. He tried not to pay attention to what Shelby was doing, just focus on how good it felt to finally pee after holding it all day on bumpy roads. He blocked her out eventually, once she’d stopped talking. Even though Emmett had started peeing before she’d even entered the room, by the time Shelby was finished he was still going strong. She pulled up her pants. “What do you think of my mad skills?” “I think you need to stop talking to me,” Emmett said. “At least wait for me to finish first.” After his bladder was empty and took some of his discomfort away with it, he told Shelby that he supposed that was a little impressive. Just, in a really gross, bizarre way. “Also, if you want to use urinals, don’t take the one right next to someone else, okay?” “Why not?” “It’s just a thing. You shouldn’t do it.” “So, like, if somebody comes in about to have an accident, and the only available urinal is right next to somebody else they just have to hold it?” “Yes.” “That’s stupid,” Shelby said. “What if that had been the case when you came in here earlier? You would have just wet yourself with a toilet right there?” “It’s just a thing,” Emmett repeated. “Okay?” Now, sitting in the parking lot of the game store, Shelby tried not to think of those memories. That time in the hotel, it had felt really good to let go of her bladder and pee. Just like she knew it would feel extremely amazing to do right now. But, even if she could pee standing up, even if she could use a urinal without making a mess of herself, the tiny opening of the bottle would be impossible. Now, of course, that was not the only option she had. She’d seen some of the guys in line behind her pee against the wall in between two stores. She could do that, it was a much larger target to hit after all. But, she’d still have to take her pants down to at least her knees. She may not have minded doing that in front of her brother, but… Well, he was her brother. Her twin brother. They’d seen each other naked lots of times growing up, so it just felt different to her, like it just wasn’t a very big deal. A bunch of strange men she didn’t even know, on the other hand? That was a different story. Even if she went further down the alleyway, she’d still feel like they were looking at her and could see everything. And… Maybe they’d be too stunned by the sight of a girl peeing standing up to pay attention to anything else, but her butt would still be visible and she didn’t want any of them getting a peek at it. She could ask Emmett to come with her and keep watch. Stand right behind her and block the view of any potential voyeurs. Except, she’d wanted to prove to herself that she didn’t need an ‘escort’. She didn’t need to rely on her brother like her Dad had assumed. She could handle herself fine. She didn’t want to admit that she needed help with anything. So, she decided to wait until people started going to sleep. Once that happened, she’d go down the alleyway and relieve herself. Simple. What wasn’t so simple was not making it obvious that she had to go. Her legs had been crossed over each other as she sat for the last half hour, and now she’d begun sitting on top of her foot to keep her urine where it belonged. She hoped no one noticed how much she was squirming. Emmett returned from throwing out the bottle he’d used as an emergency toilet and gave a yawn. “Well, I’m going to try and sleep now,” he said. “Oh, yeah, me too,” Shelby said. She knew that once she was in her sleeping bag, she’d have more privacy to writhe. The two crawled into their tent and Emmett quickly settled inside his sleeping bag. But, he shifted uncomfortably. “Ugh… This material is way too thin,” Emmett said. “I swear I can feel every crack in the pavement under me.” Shelby didn’t say anything, she started to get into her own sleeping bag. When she laid down on her back, her bladder suddenly felt even fuller. She could practically feel the tender skin of her abdomen stretching overtop of it. She turned onto her side and swore she could hear the liquid inside her slosh with the motion. The horrid pressure was still there. She tried to flip onto her stomach— “Ahh!” She yelped. That had been a terrible idea! The worst idea ever in the history of bad ideas! Rolling onto her front had practically put all of her body weight onto her bladder, it had been enough to make her lose a few drops. “Yeah, not too comfortable, is it?” Emmett asked. Shelby turned back onto her side, deciding that was the most manageable position. Her hands, concealed by the sleeping bag, went right between her legs and she pressed herself into her palms as she tried to get a handle on things again. “Nnnh,” she breathed. “No. It’s not.” “Are you okay?” Emmett asked. “You sound hurt. There’s not… Like, a nail underneath you or something, is there?” Shelby almost said it then. She almost said “I just need to pee really bad. Please come with me and keep watch.” But, she couldn’t. She could take care of herself. So, instead she said “Just… Got a cramp in my leg.” “Need some water?” Emmett asked. “That helps.” “No!” Shelby answered, perhaps a bit too quickly. “It’s fine. It’s fine. It went away.” “Well, okay, if you’re sure,” Emmett said. He laid back down and turned away from her. Shelby was grateful he had, now she felt like she had even more privacy. Her hands remained tucked between her legs and she clenched her thighs around them. Her ankles rubbed together. She just laid there and waited, listening to the sounds of other people outside the tent. Slowly, way too slowly, the number of voices dropped down lower and lower. People were going to sleep finally. Every few minutes, Shelby’s bladder would spasm, the walls squeezing in on themselves as they fought to push out everything she had stored inside her. Sometimes, one of these spasms would result in a leak. She could feel her pants growing a little damp underneath her pressed palms. Eventually, silence fell outside. Shelby tried to wait a few extra minutes, just to be sure. Those extra minutes were the worst of all. Her bladder was so certain she was the only one awake now, confused why that hadn’t resulted in relief yet. When she was finally positive no one was up to see her, she started to get up. Getting onto her knees was torturous, but that had nothing on the pain produced by crawling from the tent. She had to keep one of her hands against herself as she moved and her legs just refused to untangle from each other, so she was more just dragging herself along. Outside the tent, she was unable to fully stand up. She managed it for a split second, but then doubled over on herself as the longest spurt yet trickled down her legs. She limped to the alleyway, certain she looked just like her brother had that night at the hotel. She was now beginning to think that, maybe she’d been acting just as silly as he had that day. There should have been no shame in asking him to keep watch for her. It was understandable she wouldn’t want to pull down her pants where a stranger could see. Oh well, it was over now. She was gonna pee in just a few seconds. Once she was in the alley though, her skin started to prickle. It was really dark here… And really, really quiet. She couldn’t even hear a cricket chirping or anything. The emptiness was creeping her out. She tried to ignore that as she lowered her pants and adopted the position she’d learned was the easiest to stand to pee in, prepared for mind-bending amounts of relief. But, nothing happened. That was weird, and it kind of freaked her out. Every other time in her life that she’d told her body it was time to pee, it had been instant; she’d just peed. She’d never had to try to go, especially not when she was as desperate as she was in that moment. But, this time, it felt like something was in the way, like something just refused to loosen. She groaned and pulled her pants down the rest of the way. She lowered herself into a squat, thinking that might work better. It didn’t. Nothing came out. She pressed a hand against her lower stomach, and that made her yelp in pain again. But, no stream. Had she held it for so long that she’d broken something? That idea scared her, but not as much as dark, eerie silence of the alleyway. Maybe that was it. Since she felt so scared, she was too tense to even pee. But, what could she do about it? She knew exactly what she could do about it. The trouble was just that she didn’t want to. She knew Emmett would be very irritated about being woken up, and she still didn’t want to admit she needed help, but she saw no other options. She would burst soon if she didn’t get her bladder to empty somehow. Hobbling back to the tent and crawling back inside made her spurt several more times. That annoyed her; Why was her bladder willing to release now when she was trying to hold it, but refused to ease when she’d wanted to let go? She nudged Emmett, feeling a touch guilty. She knew it must have taken him a while to get to sleep since he was so uncomfortable. He wasn’t going to like being woken up again. He grimaced as he woke and did not open his eyes. “What?” he mumbled. “I need to pee,” Shelby said. “Then pee,” Emmett said. “I need you,” Shelby admitted quietly. “I need you to keep watch for me, okay?” “What are you talking about…” Emmett asked. He opened his eyes and seemed to remember where they were. “Oh, right…” He rubbed his tired eyes. “Why didn’t you go before we went to bed?” Shelby’s wrists were pressing between her thighs now as she writhed; “I don’t know…” she whimpered out. “Pride, I guess.” “Pride?" Emmett repeated, not understanding. “I didn’t want to ask you to keep watch,” Shelby said. “That’s just silly.” “I know, okay? I realized that when I saw how dark and creepy the alley is at night. Can you just help me?” “Okay, okay,” Emmett said. “I kinda have to go too, anyway.” The two exited the tent, Shelby making tiny, little distressed sounds as she crawled. The small sounds transformed into loud gasps and groans when she struggled to stand, hands clutching herself tight. Emmett was watching her display and shaking his head. He would have gladly kept watch for her sooner if she’d just said something about it. He didn’t understand why she was so averse to asking for help all the time. Everyone needed help sometimes, and one of the nice things about having a twin was supposed to be that you always had someone around to ask. They reached the alleyway again. “Are you gonna do that weird thing again?” Emmett asked. He didn’t know why. Of course she was going to pee standing up again. Given the choice between squatting to pee and just doing it standing, Emmett figured everyone would choose to stand if they knew how. He’d never squatted to pee outside, he’d never had a reason to, but he was pretty sure the position wasn’t very comfortable to stay in for very long, and made it more likely for the person to pee on their own feet or something. Sure enough, Shelby quickly began hosing down the wall just like a guy would. “Ahhhhh…” she breathed. Relief overtook her as her stream spattered the concrete in front of her. She couldn’t believe she’d managed to make it, the loosening of her pelvic muscles felt like a hard-won reward. The shift of the massive, painful weight in her core transformed agony into unrestrained pleasure. “This feels so good…” “Please don’t talk to me while you do that,” Emmett said. “But, Emmett, it feels so good…” “And definitely don’t say my name.” Emmett was trying very hard not to pay attention, partially because the fact his sister peed like a boy honestly just weirded him out, and partially because the sound was making him more aware of how much he needed to empty his own bladder. It was hard to block it out, though. Shelby’s stream was so forceful, it sounded like a watery explosion. It didn’t sound like a mere stream at all, just furious, intense hissing. And it kept going on and on and on. He didn’t know how anyone could pee that hard, especially for so long. The sound of it was taunting his bladder so much and he began to jiggle up and down as he wished she’d hurry up and finish soon so he could go. She noticed his bouncing and told him he could pee now if he wanted. He wanted to argue that it would be hard to keep watch and handle his need at the same time, but his bladder was fed up with waiting and listening to Shelby soak the wall with what must have been gallons of hissing pee. He stood next to her and unzipped, his own stream beginning less than a second later. “Phew…” he sighed. “Swordfight!” Shelby declared, and she directed her stream against her brother’s. Emmett jumped a little, but couldn’t stop peeing. “Ack, stop! That’s gross!” “It’s not. Urine’s sterile,” Shelby said. “I think… I read it somewhere, but I might be wro—“ “Either way, it’s still weird,” Emmett said. “Why’s it weird for me to pee standing up, but it’s not weird for you to do it?” “Because…” Emmett groped for words, but couldn’t think of anything. “I don’t know… I guess it’s just because it’s… unusual for a girl to do that.” “It’s fun,” Shelby said. “Don’t you think so?” “I’ve never really thought about it, but I guess?” Shelby finally finished up and Emmett did so as well a few seconds after. “Do you still need to… y’know, wipe afterwards?” “Not usually,” Shelby said, pulling her pants back up. “I think since I have to pee so hard, I don’t notice as much left on me afterwards.” “You ever have that thing happen where you think you’re done, and then a few more drops come out once you get to the sink?” Emmett asked. “I’ve always hated that, it feels so gross. I only hear guys mention it, so I figure it has to do with going standing up.” “I’ve never had that,” Shelby shrugged. “Thanks for coming with me, by the way. Next time you’re gonna have to actually swordfight with me, though.” “Who said there was gonna be a ‘next time’?!”
  5. (Welp guess who decided to write their own story. Yep. Me. This is definitely not gonna turn out badly. Anyway, here's a little backstory stuff before the actual story begins. So enjoy my half-assed attempt at a story and my google translated mess.) For 69 years, The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics endured. When the Soviet Union was dissolved in 1991, it was broken up into fifteen independent nations: Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Kyrgyzstan, Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan, Azerbaijan, Armenia, Georgia, Moldova, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Belarus, and the largest of the former republics, Russia. There was, however an unofficial sixteenth republic, a tiny island off the coast of Kaliningrad, in the Baltic sea. It was known as Pisuaria, and it was quite a peculiar little place. It is one of the only, if not the only country in the world, where sexuality is not only celebrated, but urination as well. Their culture of what some people describe as "Omorashi" dates back nearly 700 years. the Bolshevik revolution of 1917, all of the old laws regarding sexuality were overturned, ending the old Tsarist order. However this did not last long, as Josef Stalin would recriminalize homosexuality in 1933. Pisuaria, which kept homosexuality legal in defiance of Stalin's law, was left alone, since they were so small and insignificant, not to mention reclusive. Even after the fall of the Red Titan at the end of the 20th century, the Soviet spirit still lives on in Pisuariya. Led by their Premier Yuri Nariya, the Pisuarian people enjoy a life of lewdness. CHAPTER 1: Alice Alice had only heard rumors about the mysterious island. People who probably have never set foot in Pisuaria make up tales of men and women not using public toilets out of fear of retribution from their ruthless dictator. Others give more of a positive view on it, telling about a dreamland where you can walk around nude in broad daylight, marry whoever you want (or however many people you want), and pee wherever your heart, or bladder, desires. Alice decided that she would find out herself what Pisuarian life really was like. It was a long trip, 10 hours on a plane from New York to Kaliningrad, and an additional hour and a half from the Kaliningrad harbor to the coast of Pisuaria, but she finally made it. However, she regrets accepting the complimentary large soda the Pisuarian ferry gave all of the passengers for some reason. She couldn't fathom why, but she didn't care right now. Right now, her bladder cried out for relief. Signs in Russian and Lithuanian greet the passengers coming off the docks, "Добро пожаловать в Советскую Социалистическую Республику Писуария!" "Sveiki atvykę į Tarybų Socialistinę Respubliką Pisuariya!" "Welcome to the Soviet Socialist Republic of Pisuaria," they all said. Alice steps off the boat and heads to customs, where she will soon be admitted into the land of secrets. A male customs guard, looks to be in his late 20s, stops Alice and asks for her passport. Hopping from one foot to the other, she obliges, desperate to find a bathroom. It takes them a few minutes to check her passport, but she couldn't wait a few more seconds. "Excuse me, sir," she asked, "Do you mind hurrying it up? I really need to use the restroom!" The guard looks at another guard and then chuckles. "Bathroom? Sure. There's one over there, and there, hell, the whole COUNTRY is a bathroom!" The guard seemed amuse by his little joke, Alice however was not. "I'm not joking, I'm about to pee myself. Please, I'm begging you, point me to a restroom!" The guard tells his coworker to stay there and finish checking her passport, and he escorts Alice to the bathroom. Then suddenly the strangest thing happened. Alice noticed that he was following her into the bathroom. "Uh, thank you, I can find my way from here." The guard replies, "I'm sure you can, but to be quite honest, I need to piss too." Alice concedes, hoping to just get it over with. She rushes into a vacant stall and shuts the door behind her. She pulls down her panties, lifts her skirt, and sits down on the toilet before letting out a forceful gush of piss. Alice lets out a moan of relief that could most definitely be heard by the guard, but she didn't care. She was in heaven right now. She peed for what felt like an eternity before she finished. As she wiped herself dry and pulled up her panties, she exited the stall to see a sight that no one would have believed if she told them. The guard was standing in front of the sink, his penis in hand, letting out a golden stream into the sink. Alice asks the man "What are you doing?!" He replies "I'm relieving myself. What does it look like?" "In the SINK???" "Oh, come on, it drains to the same place those toilets do," he says. "You know," he adds, "we Pisuarians are an open minded people, not like the rest of the world." He finishes pissing and zips up, "You'll find our way of life much more...liberating." Alice pondered for a moment, could it really be that the people here don't use public restrooms that often because they don't have the same stigma around public urination as other countries do? She had so many questions, but she decided to ask the most important one at the moment, "I forgot to ask, what is your name?" The man replies "Dimitri, pleased to meet you, eh..." "Alice," she says, "Pleased to meet you too, Dimitri." And that was the moment Alice knew she was in for an interesting trip.
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