Now all the peegirls of the coven were assembled, limbs akimbo on the ancient furnishings of this castle-temple which was constructed in prehistory, it's walls forged in "deep time" by the wild forces of this not-earth special peegirl planet. The planet, by the way, existed inside of itself, like an egg, and the golden yellow pissy Sun was shining out from the inside, like a burnished bronze eye. Because it is a girl-power feminist planet not a rotten violent regular planet which had to abide by the cruel laws of physics. Now the peegirls were each sitting in sloshing pee-puddles and damp pissy fabrics of the ancient chairs. And they wore bracelets including anklets. And they mostly had cloth shoes of green embroidered with yellow pee-drop designs and also smelling so nice of all the urine that ran down their legs and from the floors which were also sticky coated with thousands of years of sacred cuntpiss.

Now this was a moment when the Sun was beginning to yield to the Moon. More than that ordinary miracle, it was a Pee Princesses holiday. This was the Founder's Day of the Goddess when she would appear and offer advice and comfort. Not that anyone needed much comfort since they had the comfort of each other, and the overpowering smell of their mixed communal urine which was so think in the stale still air of the stone temple it could almost be seen. 

When any new initiate was present for her first time meeting the Pee Princesses Goddess she was blindfolded. Then her mouth was placed on the lips of the ancient Goddess. She would receive a shock when she was allowed her sight once more to see that the Goddess was only a severed head on a plate. "Only" is not the right word. That was quite a lot of something to see! Her pale skin and green eyelashes, sharp "eye teeth" almost like fangs, everything about her was very pretty. And though she was a severed head it was not gory like a horror movie, or trauma-inducing like a real-life experience in a war or tragic mishap. Clearly the Goddess lived. Her eyes opened and they were yellowish pretty bloodshot. She smiled with such deep trust and love, love freed from its gilded cage of material concern and fear and control, that any peegirl would wet herself with giddy happiness to see it. 

 So the Goddess, her head on her nice jade-green plate, was saying to the new initiate how proud the whole coven was of her, how proud they all were of her chronic bedwetting and even that yes her sould was too strong for her own body and would burst out of her body and cause chaos, but chaos was not chaos here, it had a plan and the peegirl coven all knew what type or witchcrafts to undertake to heal and bless. Now the sadness of the Goddess but also her power was of course that she had to do her own bedwettings and peeing her pants with her friends through the coven. And so also they washed her hair and face, each lining up for the girl's bathroom of the Goddess' mouth. Finally it was time for the new initiate to put her tongue deep into the mouth of the Goddess, tasting at the same time the mixed pee of all the other Pee Princesses. This would then impart all the collected memories and wisdoms of the whole coven to the new initiate. 

[to be continued]