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9 hours ago, Raiden S. said:

What?

 

You too?

 

Oh! Umm…I guess I don’t have to explain it then. That makes things a lot easier on me, hehe.

holy hell, this transition alone tells me I'm reading what is possibly the least cliche omo fic ever written. You, Raiden S., will singlehandedly deliver us from the era of cookie-cutter wetting scrnarios, into the golden age (pun intended) of actually fresh and creative omorashi fiction. Just the fact that you have the capacity to string together those 23 words, even though you haven't seen them work in 100 other fics already, because they make sense, flow well, and read cute, makes you immediately better than waaay too many xerox content creators on here.

And that isn't even taking into the account the premise of the story, which is - gasp - actually original?!

Holy wow. If this is the pilot episode, I want to order three seasons right off the bat, and renew you for another ten right after that.

Please, always find time to keep writing.

good story. praise from a lurker. my only request is please for the love of gosh write more. thanks.

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Have you ever tried to break into a botanical garden? You would not believe how easy it is. I guess I don’t know what I expected, but I don’t think they had security of any kind. I mean, what if someone wanted to break in and steal a rare flower that just so happens to make urine invisible upon consumption? I mean, sure, it’s unlikely, but it could happen! 

 

I beat my mom home by ten minutes, putting the flower pot I had been carrying them in delicately down on my bookshelf. I did a sort of victory dance, having finally obtained them. I almost wanted to just eat them, but instead I gave them a longing stare before going down to greet my mom. She seemed happy to be back, and honestly, with her gone I hadn’t realized I had missed her until she was there in front of me. My dad wasn’t around anymore, so she was all I had in terms of family. You can go a little nuts when you’re all by yourself…

 

She wasted no time weakening my abnormally positive view of her by asking to see my room, first thing. This made me nervous, then irritated at her for making me nervous. Don’t get me wrong, my room was clean as a whistle. The problem was the flowers. They were out on display, and hard not to notice. I quickly made up an alibi. There was a flower shop not too far from the house, so I bought them there. The guy working didn’t look like the usual owner. He said they were on the house. 'There, I think that will cover my tracks nicely.’ I thought to myself. I took a deep breath. They were just flowers. Not a big deal…right?

 

“Yes, it’s a big deal! Now tell the truth! I know that’s not where you got them from, I don’t even need to call the owner.”

 

How did she see right through the lie? A-and why was she so mad, anyway? It’s not like she knew…

 

“I know what those flowers are for. Or, rather, what they can be for…” her anger turned to a sullen defeat as she sat down across from me, clasping her hands together. She looked concerned above anything else. “I…guess that means you got some of that ink, huh?”

 

I wasn’t sure what to say, so I nodded. She closed her eyes and sighed. It was pretty clear that she was holding back tears as well.

 

“Listen…you’re not in trouble.”

 

Phew….

 

“Not with me, anyway.”

 

Wh-what!? N-nobody told me they were illegal! There was no way I could have known! A-and why would she, my own mother, turn me in!?

 

“I would take you to a doctor, but…I don’t know what good it would do…it’s certainly too late now.” Her tears came forth, unable to wait in their ducts any longer. When she mentioned a doctor I got scared. I think I even felt my panties get a little wet...

 

At this point, I knew I had to ask the obvious question. It was just hard to get my mouth to open…

 

“I know what you’re probably thinking…and yes. You’re going to get very sick...”

 

And out came the rest of my pee. I was so flustered, I couldn’t even stop it. I just sort of stared at my mom, trembling in my chair. I watched her face go from confusion, to realization, to a small smile of understanding. 

 

“Don’t…don’t worry about that, sweetie.”

 

Yeah, I guess I wouldn’t need to if I was going to die…she didn’t say as much but she may as well have spelled it out. I honestly would have preferred it. If thinking of a good response was hard before, it was that much tougher now that I was wetting myself right in front of her…again…

 

I just sort of teared up and ran to my room. Once I had stopped bawling into my pillow, I could hear her downstairs with the swiffer. That got another ten minutes of tears out of me. So embarrassing…

 

I wiped my eyes, and when I opened them again I saw that cursed indigo jar, sitting smugly on my bedside table. My blood began to boil. I grabbed it tight in my hand and…

 

...

 

While I was cleaning, I heard something crash in her bedroom. Normally, I would have been up there in an instant to make sure she was okay, but she had thrown things before and this time she had a pretty good reason. Poor thing…

 

I finished wiping up her mess and wiping away my half-dried tears, I sat on the couch. My heart froze when I saw those flowers…for a different reason than in 1996.

 

“I know it’s edible, Greg, but I’m not gonna just drink the whole bottle! Dare me to do something else.”

 

He just grinned at me, like a fool. It didn’t make me love him any less, though. “Can’t do that, babe. It’s against the rules.”

 

“Oh, come on. Just give me one alternative.”

 

“Well…we could always…” he flashed me another smile, his eyes twinkling. I knew exactly what he was going to say.

 

“Nope! Nope, not doing that. I told you, not until we’re married.”

 

“I curse god for making that stupid rule.” he said with a chuckle.

 

“Well, that’s not gonna win you any points with him.”

 

“So? It could win me points with you.” Never could stop flashing smiles, that guy. We had been dating for over two years…I was actually kind of impressed that he only brought it up as often as he did. In a way, I thought maybe he had earned it. But that night I just…wasn’t ready. I really wish I had been.

 

“Fine, I’ll drink the stupid ink. But if I get sick or something, you’re dead.”

 

I buried my head in my hands, sinking into the couch. I had gotten lost in the past…

 

What were the odds that my daughter would befall the same fate…I was afraid to do it, but I had to know when she had drank it. Drunk it. Drunken it. Consumed it. There, that works. I took tentative steps up to her room. I didn’t hear any more crying, which either meant she had stopped or she had done something stupid to herself out of distress…then I remembered the crash I heard.

 

 

My mom burst into the room. When she saw the shards of the ink jar on the far side of my room and me playing on my DS in bed she put her hand on her chest, relieved. I would have been more surprised, but she had a habit of thinking that I was gonna commit suicide for whatever reason. Though I guess now it wouldn’t make much difference…

 

“I’m sorry, honey. Are you doing okay?”

 

“Not according to you, no.”

 

“Right…” she said, looking away. I expected her to go on, she looked like she had something to say. She was hesitating, though. I was about to go back to my game when she finally mustered the courage.

 

“When exactly did you drink it?”

 

“Oh, um…last week. Sunday night.”

 

She looked confused, then a bit stern.

 

“Madison, please, don’t lie. This is serious.”

 

“I’m not! I swear!”

 

“Madison…” she said with a ‘gonna count to three’ tone in her voice. What else was I supposed to say?

 

“I swear on dad’s grave.” 

 

That got her.

 

“…a…a-all right…” she inhaled slowly, exhaling as she said “I believe you.”

 

“Why wouldn’t you? Is there some kind of issue with that?”

 

She looked at me like I said something ridiculous.

 

“Well, once it gets into your system it doesn’t take more than a couple of hours for things to...go wrong. Very wrong.”

 

Right. Cause I was supposed to know that.

 

“What happens, exactly?” I sat up a bit.

 

She sat down, gearing herself up for it.

 

“It…it gets into your bloodstream. After that, it reaches your heart, and it…it makes it fade. I know it sounds ridiculous, but…"

 

“Wait, is that all it does?”

 

“…wh-what?”

 

“There aren’t any, like…side effects?”

 

“Well…no. Not that I know of. It goes ‘virtually undetected’ until…” she started to sob again, unable to carry on talking about it. She must have been reminded that this was all going to happen to her daughter…but was it?

 

“It doesn’t make your pee disappear?”

 

She stopped crying almost on a dime. I could have sworn she almost laughed a bit. “P-pee? No, it doesn’t…it doesn’t do that….why do you ask?”

 

“Well…because it did mine.”

 

My mother was dumbfounded. “You…you must have expelled it out of your system…but how would your body have known to do that…?”

 

“Well…what if it’s in my genes?”

 

“You were peeing in your jeans?”

 

I rolled my eyes. “DNA, mom. What if I got it from you or dad.”

 

“Well, you didn’t get it from me…”

 

That basically told me everything I needed to know. That comment plus her knowledge of the flower and its effects could only mean that she had also drank some ink…but then why was she so certain I was going to die?”

 

 

“Johnson! Bring her into the OR, I’ll be there in two minutes! All right, nurse. Brief me, we don’t have a lot of time.”

 

“She’s in critical condition, doctor. Lacerations and hemorrhaging rampant through the abdomen. Apparently her boyfriend was attempting to….it’s difficult to say.”

 

“You’re not sure?”

 

The nurse shook her head.

 

“Ah. I understand. I assume she’s pregnant, then?”

 

The nurse nodded.

 

“Thank you. I’m going to do what I can to save them both…thank you for your composure. I’m sorry your first day was this gruesome.”

 

The nurse looked down at the ground. “Just…save her. Please.”

 

The doctor put his hand on her shoulder and smiled. 

 

“I will. Both of them.”

 

 

“It was then that they discovered a foreign substance in my bloodstream, and pumped it out. While I was recovering, a specialist paid me a visit and told me about the ink and what it could do. He also told me about how quickly it worked and how incredibly lucky I was…and how lucky I was that you were still around.” She smiled at me. “But I didn’t need a doctor to tell me that.” She said, giving me a kiss on the forehead. We still had to go to the hospital, but they confirmed that I didn’t have a trace of the ink left in me. We got milkshakes on the way home. During the drive, we passed by a bed of dark blue flowers. We knew they weren’t the same ones, but we decided to get out and peed on them. It was weird, sure, but when you’re that happy it really doesn’t matter.

 

Oh, and we burned the ones in my room. You’ll never guess how we put the fire out. 

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