I know you have all been patiently wetting your beds and peeing your pants like good peegirls waiting for CHAPTER THREE of my erotic novella which will someday be made into a blockbuster movie starring that one particular peegirl with the incredible gap in her front teeth who appeared in several pee-movies. I am sure she has hidden talents as a deep level actress and artist aside from being a superstar peegirl. I will pay her 250 million dollars to star in this movie. But first I must complete the text. So here is CHAPTER THREE. See my blog for Chapters one and two clammed together in one blog entry. Thanks for reading.

EPISODE THREE: THE PEEGIRLS JOIN THEIR HERD

Vermillion obviously enjoyed explaining abstract concepts and sharing everything she understood about how the Pee Princesses world actually existed, meandering through a labyrinth of advanced "quantum tunneling" physics, witchcraft occultism, profound sayings and parables and "girl-talk" stuff that most girls knew among each other but forgot or didn't take seriously enough to realize how deep it truly was. It was fun to listen to her, but sometimes she made her points as much by squeezing out spurts of urine into to her green and white tights as she did with her words. For example, as she gave Calliope and Penelope a short lecture about what she called "inverse morality" and how in the world they had escaped from "hygiene" was associated with morality and "purity," she made sure to wet herself in intervals for emphasis.

"But when any peegirl is laying in her wet pee-bed and feeling like a loser because of it, and flunking out of school and hearing voices of demons in her mind's-ears telling her she deserves punishment, she ought to instead feel like a winner, like a Princess. Why?" asks V., rhetorically.  Says Calliope: "I don't really know, but I feel that! I always felt it in my body! The sticky pee as it dried on my skin, and the heavy aroma made me feel it. What I was doing was not wrong but actually very good! It made me want to be rebellious. That's why at school I used to love peeing my pants under the desk and saying ‘oh no, I had an accident' but I knew it was on purpose and it made my vaginal mucous thicken and my vagina would weep cunt-snot into my peed in pants, so I knew I was right. And they said I had a disorder and a crazy bad mind because of that, because I listened to my body!"

 "That's why you ended up in this beautiful Pee Princess world." Explained Vermillion, cuntily. "You had divine instinct. You see, there was a really actually morally rotten evil philosophy that came from cruel men who wanted to control females, not just for play, but really for real they wanted to hurt us. It was out of fear and in some ways they were victims of their own circumstances, of the sad rotten world, but we can't feel too bad for them because they hurt and murdered so many of us. And they could have worked on becoming honorary peegirls, but instead chose the evil path. All of us Pee Princesses here were killed in one way or another by them! And they began to make up an idea that the ‘spiritual' was never associated with ‘matter,' that spirit and matter were in conflict. That sexuality and spirituality were at war with each other, incompatible. But think! How can we even have consciousness or have a soul without having also some kind of body? Physical matter is not profane. Our girlpee and girlshit and our precious puke and snot and all our fluids and guts and everything are highly sacred and deserve to be worshipped and consumed with gentle love as an act of bonding between us and as an act of reverence by our devotees. The separation of matter and spirit is nonsense. Molecules give rise to emergent, elemental awareness. In everything! And what is ‘clean' anyway? What is it to ‘clean' something - it is always violent! All acts of hygiene are little acts of violence. Remember when they made the two of you use bleach and profane chemicals to destroy your lovely shared pee-smell when you were in the mental wards? Do you know how they make bleach? It is when they run an electrical current through innocent salt-water and they sever some molecules from each other by force. Now these molecules lust and long to get back together, like when they tried to separate you two, saying ‘they encourage each other to bedwet!' So the molecules rip through everything with great ‘claws out' anger. All the cellular walls of the life-communities of anything that bleach touches are melted. The molecules are really angry at those who separated them, but they end up ruining all your nice pretty pee-smell and shared pee-stains in their justified lust to re-bond. Because these men want everyone to be lonely and miserable and ‘clean' like mowed grass and trimmed controlled cunt hairs and ‘good morals' and bone-dry bleached beds and a world full of anxiety and with no sisterly camaraderie. They demand that all love relationships are to be monogamous/ monotonous and no one can be casual about peeing into her best friend's lap just for fun to say ‘I love you and we are pee-sisters and we use each other's mouths as our girl-potties'. A basic act of gentle love like that must be made out to be a big scandal in the community. That is sick and wrong." While she was saying this, Vermillion's cunt-muscles were obviously straining in her green and white camel-toe tights and her pee-hole was forcing out some small but very noticeable and pretty gushes of girlpee. One time she let out a pretty loud queef and fart from straining. She had peed most of her full bladder earlier, when everyone had held it for hours and timed it to greet the new sisters, but now she was really wishing she could squeeze out more to make her speech more effective. This made her lecture that much more convincing, and enchanting to listen to, watch, and even to smell!

Penelope was going to ask her about the life histories of all the other bedwetter Pee Princesses, and when where they lived and how their souls had transmigrated, and about details of the Moon Goddess of Girlpee, but it was now time to begin traveling.

The verdant green field they were gathered in was domed by a huge marble blue sky with lazy white clouds. Even though it seemed like there was no rain that day, with the only moisture being the really impressive lake of foamy girlpee surrounding Penelope and Calliope near the tree, a gigantic and shockingly vibrant TRIPLE tier rainbow appeared! "WOW!" said Penelope. "I fucking love this rainbow so much, oh FUCK!" She bit her tongue with glee and splatted her open palmed hands palms-down into the pee puddle which was also slurried with mud now, and sent it splashing up onto her dress, girlpee and mud pockmarking her skin and clothing. Vermillion narrowed her eyes lovingly and crouched down, looked into Penelope's pee-saturated face: "The rainbows here actually love you back, you know. You know, that light traveled for billions of miles through cold empty space before it found us and was refracted into a rainbow. That is like you. That is like us. We may have lived a billion lives, transmigrating through untold hells and purgatories before reaching this Pee Princesses bedwetter paradise where we can finally be sent through the prism of a trillion deep amber yellow droplets of special girl-piss and become the rainbow pee-sisters we were always destined to be. We are rays or waves of light that finally found each other at last." Penelope: "I think me and Calliope are really in love but I know your guiding philosophy is that we all belong to each other and yet none of us belong to anyone, we all belong to ourselves, too. And ultimately we all belong to the Yellow Moon Goddess of Sacred Girlpee." "Yes" states V. "Since this is a cult, it is important that we share everything in common. We are never strict or abusive, we don't even have a leader since we are ALL Pee Princesses, and you are even allowed to collect and own and covet special objects, and of course encouraged to display and explore your own unique cool individual style. Ever notice peegirls always have the coolest fashion? Even a shitgirl, who is nude aside from being smeared and covered with the mixed girlshit of her comrades will usually have some stunning jewelry bracelets or a pretty tiara crown or a just-so-cool "junk jewelry" necklace which is actually worth more money than there is money in the universe simply because she wore it next to her skin and mixed it with girlshit and sacred girlpee washed over it. It's just natural for us. We hate austere uniformity! No one fights each other over things and everyone shares equally and works for the good of all. You two should spoon each other at night and express your special love as much as you want, always, feeling each other bedwet and feeling that special warmth spread. But if another peegirl wants to get inbetween you, you know it's because she also loves you both so much. So you can stick your tongue deep up her shithole and kiss and lick her pretty pee-soaked shithole while Calliope, your truly best friend, kisses this other pee-sister's mouth and tongue. In the morning you will find that instead of feeling jealous or more alone, you are even more together, and when you are near each other, either in person or in thought, the bond will be even stronger and deeper and more trusting than ever, I promise. And when you see the peegirl who was between you, you will think ‘this is really my pee-sister comrade who I would kill or die for, but we have abolished all war and violence and so I only need to love her and admire her and it feels totally good and there is nothing bad about it' as you meditate on all her positive qualities such as her unique talents or special ways of just simply being herself."

"That is so cool" says Penelope, understatedly as was her habit, rising from the sticky muck of girlpee and mud. "Oh that breeze feels so nice! Oh I feel all the pee and mud cooling me down!" Her skin got goosebumps of sheer profound happiness. She loved the type of fabric that she wore and it was clinging to her so tight and lovingly, like the garment itself was completely in love with her and lusting for her, which it actually was. She knew everyone loved her nice strong musky smell. She smelled like a hamster's cage and a little like a sewer and the mud somehow made her feel even more wild, and actually like a powerful warrior of some kind. It made her clit throb strongly. She wished she could visit the mental wards again and they could see her in this form, as a warrior goddess, and she could avenge all the bedwetter peegirls of human history who had been outcast and vilified and shunned and even murdered and butchered by the cruel world of her past life. One of the other pee-sisters she hadn't spoken to yet, but with whom she was on intimate terms with as she'd gulped down almost a whole bladder full or her pee, says to her: "our rides are here!" This peegirl, whose name, just by the way, was Inanna Moongloe, was an olive-skinned peegirl with dark brown eyes and blackish eyebrows, faint blackish stubble hair on her chin, same-colored body/ armpit/cunt hair and a shock of bright wild dyed candy-cotton blue scalp-hair, the dye of which was streaked by so much constant soaking with cuntpiss. She was average build, short, tiny but perky breasts, and a sort of fat belly. Younger than Vermillion, maybe early 30s. Great fashion sense, she knew to wear a lot of white for showing off pee-stains, and so her clothing was really piss-dyed into many colors, many shades of yellow, some light brown from where pee had really collected and fermented in tidal shapes like the shorelines on a map. Inanna Moongloe pointed, and Penelope saw something her heart, which had been shattered by the cruel world, never allowed her to think could be really real.

The sound was heard first, before she could discern the source with her eyes - the rhythmic thumping, hoofbeats on hardened clay soil. Closer and closer. A herd of ponies. But no, more than that. The vision was almost more than she could stand. It was a unicorn herd! There was one unicorn for each and every peegirl! Penelope felt the strong urge to "let it go in her pants" out of pure joy, but she was smart and understood the power of pacing and restraint. "It will feel much better to let it go and let the pee run down my legs and into my boots when I am riding the unicorn in the herd with all my pee-sisters beside me, feeling the immense power of this strong fabled animal pumping its body between my legs as we stride toward our sacred temple. I must hold it."