Once in our world there lived a girl named Penelope. As long as Penelope could remember she was a bedwetter. And worse, even during the day, she would leak pee into her pretty garments. All her light-colored fabrics were a little or a lot stained pale or deep yellow. At school she was bullied so terribly. The others would pull her black braided hair, which was also always a little damp with her pee, and call her a "pee girl" as if this was a bad thing and to be ashamed of. She would return home and water her pee-bed with her tears. And her pee. The pee smell always made her feel safer and protected even though it was said she should be embarrassed. Penelope never grew out of being a pee girl. She failed at everything in life and everywhere she went people ignored her or acted like she was crazy because of her pee smell. She developed a drug habit but even the other meth users avoided her. Eventually she lived in the mental institutions. There she had a room with a bunkbed and her bunk mate was named Calliope, who had the very lazy nickname "crazy calli" because she tended to lash out and tear her bedsheets and she was famous for sometimes smearing her girl-shit on things. She also loved to pee her pants, pee her bed, and just pee everywhere. She told Penelope how she should be proud to be a peegirl and not ever wash her precious pee off of her body or clothes. "You make our room smell like the place where two peegirls bed down and bond. Please don't ever not be a peegirl," was something she whispered to Penelope one night. Very, very quiet. The next sound was even better. It was Calliope's cuntpiss hissing out of her hairy pussy into Penelope's mattress. "This is for you. You're now one of the pee-sisters. All the big Pee Princesses who rule the better world beyond this one love you and can smell you and our combined peegirl smell." They kissed and did other girl-things. Calliope's favorite game became flooding her top bunk mattress with her girlpee, and it would seep through down to Penelope. Penelope would then let her own pretty girlpee flow out of her pisscunt while rubbing her clit which was sticky with the natural vaginal mucous but also her old and fresh urine. In the mornings the two of them would be screamed at and called names by the truly evil repulsive staff who hated girlpee and the two pee-sisters, now indivisibly bonded by the sacred pheromones of their girlpee into a pee-sister coven of two. The staff could never break their peegirl spirit, even though they made them clean the room with bleach and chemicals and re-make their beds and do laundry duties every day. Any chance they got they would sneak into a closet and empty their bladders into each other's mouths, or one or the other of them would spray girlpee all across someone's desk. One day though things became so terribly bleak it is hard to write about. The utterly evil enemies of girlpee consciousness on the staff decided to separate them. "They are a bad influence on each other and they are encouraging each other to wet the bed!" Calliope said to her pee-sister Penelope to "meet me by the old fountain. Make sure you wet yourself lots of times ahead of time and I will, too." And they met. Calliope said "Penelope you know and I know we must run away. But wherever we run, will we ever find a feral peegirl coven to take us in? I don't know. But I have a plan, follow..." Calliope smelled so strongly of girlpee, not only her own, since she and Penelope liked to swap pissy clothes, and Penelope followed her by sight and by scent. They came to a sacred wooded grove where the trees wept for them. Says Calliope: "We will leave this terrible awful world once and for all." "Yes" says Penelope "yes we will." A cyanide tab had been procured because Calliope knew where to get just about everything. The taste was so bitter. The two precious peesisters shared one last deep pissy kiss and the overall taste was actually somewhat wonderful. Penelope held Calliope close. Her heart was beating. Faster. Like a scared rabbit. Like a frightened starling. "My little piss-sister..." But it was not over. Awakening, there was a gleeful sound from across the hill. "we.... live?" Then they saw the greatest vision ever. Ever. Ever. A true gang of peegirls skipping over the hill. The wind carried their heavy, dense, ammonia and rat's cage and pressed flower piss-scent to the two peegirls from the mental-ward. The only mockery they were met with was that they were not yet peed on and in enough. But the many peegirls - there were an even dozen in this coven - lost no time in beginning to completely drench them in literally heavenly girlpiss. "We must have made it to heaven, Calliope! They always said we were perverted sinners bound for hell, but we fooled them all! We are in peegirl heaven!" "Ruled by Pee Princesses!" roared the leader of the peegirl coven, who had a bratty peegirl name - Stacy or Tracy, it was a little hard to tell with all the hissing sound of cuntpiss splashing - and this was how the adventures in the Pee Princesses world began! Please add more pee to your bed waiting for part two where it gets really good.nIn our previous episode, we learned how Penelope and Calliope, two peegirls from the mental wards had made it into peegirl heaven. This is something that happened out of desperation. They expected at most only the infinity of oblivion. What they had not counted on was the strength of their own peegirl bond and the power of true pee-sister love to thwart death and evade and confound the peegirl hating world they had endured during life. Now they were in a wonderful field, the two of them legs akimbo across each other while a dozen big peegirls emptied their bladders into their mouths, onto their clothes, and into their hair. A tree stretched out for joy its limbs over them, shading them protectively.nPenelope was at a loss for words with joy. She also didn't want to say much while all the big peegirls took turns hissing their streams of piss down her throat. She didn't want to distract any of them, wanted to make sure she swallowed as much girlpee as possible. She had a deep aching feeling that she wanted to impress these wild peegirls. She wanted to her belly to be full to bursting with a mixture of precious urine from many peegirls, one after another. Penelope lived most of her life, until she met Calliope, as a closeted peegirl who was neurotic about wetting her bed and didn't know she should be proud of her bedwetting and pee-scented clothing and body. The only other real peegirl she knew was Calliope. In her dreams there were others but in the mental wards they would always tell her "you live in a fantasy world, you need to grow up and learn to be responsible and have as many ‘dry nights' in your bed as you can. Admit you have a problem." Calliope was the first to tell her "maybe they should admit THEY have a problem and the problem is that we will NEVER stop wetting our beds! Their problem, not ours!" Calliope's bratty "claws out" attitude impressed Penelope so much, and encouraged her, but she suspected Calliope was maybe the only other peegirl in existence. So to encounter a whole peegirl coven who laughed so easily with each other, and smelled so strongly of piss that even outdoors they could be smelled before they were seen, made her heart, which had been hardened by the cruel world, melt all the way. Her heart melted in such a way that she didn't know it was even possible for it to melt so much. As the dozen peegirl's bladders began to empty, Penelope laid back into Calliope's pee-sloshing lap. There was one straggler among the coven who was "pee shy" at first, and came back for a second try. She squeezed and had a concentrated look at first. Another of the coven came to her and began very gently petting her head. "Oh Angela, I know you can do it. I believe in you. Show everyone what a brave peegirl you can be. We want our new initiates to feel loved. I love you so much. Just look up at the sky and think of our powerful Goddess and how pleased she is with the world of the Pee Princesses...." And then Angela finally released a stream of the most pretty perfect yellow girlpee. Even though she was "pee shy," when it finally came out, it was really a full bladder full. And she had great control... she peed about half on Penelope and then stopped for a second, turning to Calliope to finish. Of all the dozen, her pee was one of the most bitter and strongest tasting and smelling, which was pure bliss to both the peegirls from the mental wards as they were so experienced with different pee-tastes from many months of drinking and smelling each other's pee at all times of day, with all levels of hydration, diet, types of medications and drugs and etc.n"Oh, it is so nice to meet you ALL!" says Calliope. The whole coven laughed and giggled in unison and many of them jumped up and down a few times. They were clearly giddy to find their new initiates and genuinely proud of them and totally doe-eyed over-the-moon in love with them. Penelope was still dazed. She looked down at her clothes. Her own many pee stains... Calliope's pee stains... and now the mixed, communal cuntpiss of a dozen Pee Princesses. She was still dressed the same... recognized the pee stains from the week prior when she and Calliope took turns pissing her white dress with the elegant blue and pink embroidered floral edgings. She wondered how it worked... to end up in a heaven of any sort. Penelope had a somewhat cynical mind. Calliope had softened her cynicism a little, as she was the first one in her miserable life to show her any true love, and helped her embrace bedwetting and pee-sisterhood, but Penelope still wondered "how can we still have bodies? Can the Pee Princesses world really be real? Did Calliope just give us a weird drug and we are still alive? Or what?" As if she could read her mind - and she almost could, because they were truly best friends bonded in the deepest ways, Calliope turned to her... "can you believe it?" Penelope: "No! I mean... I want to... I feel it... I feel it so deeply... but can it really be?" nThe pee-puddle in Calliope's lap was so deep because she had been wearing a light tan dress which was made of a woven almost canvas-like fabric. She adored it because it held and showed off pee-stains gorgeously. It also retained a lot of pee and now a little reservoir of 12 girl-pees was collected in it. The edges of the pee puddle were bubbly and foamy, and it had an enchanting amber color and or course an intoxicating hypnotic aroma. One of the peegirls from the pack sat down in a squatting position between Calliope and Penelope, her cunt, which was just barely exposed now below her dress, still dripping fresh girlpee. She cupped her hands into the puddle in Calliope's lap and brought her clasped hands to her mouth, drinking the pee in a quick draught and licking some of the pee-foam off her fingers. "Look at you both! You look so dazed! Oh my!" She laughed with real glee and actually a little pee came out of her nose, which seemed very special, like a nice punctuation to her thought. Calliope was usually the more brave of the two, but it was Penelope who, without even saying anything, saddled up to this stranger's face and very slowly licked the little stream of girlpee/runny snot from her pissy face. "Oh, thank you!" says the yet-unnamed peegirl, who didn't flinch even a tiny bit and even returned the favor by opening Penelope's mouth and sucking on her tongue just long enough for them to exchange tastes. "My name is Vermillia Lunaria, of the Pee Princesses world. Now that we know each other pretty well, better than words could say, for sure, we should have a meet-up at our sacred temple and talk about things. You can both take turns drinking from our peecunts underneath our round-table. That's the traditional way to hold a peegirl summit meeting." "Oh yes, we accept this invitation!" says both Penelope and Calliope in slightly different ways, stumbling over each other to agree. "Do you have any questions" asks Vermillion, (just by the way, Vermillion has a strikingly pretty outfit of forest green pocked with white fleur pattern, matching green eyes BLOODSHOT by so much girlpee flowing over and into them, her skin deathly white, sticky with patina of endless girlpiss baths, blue veins, a lot of jewelry, all piss amber in color, no breast outlines visible, blueblack hairs, her garment cut at the sleeve to reveal very hair armpits and lightly hairy arms coated with countless pisses, copious cunthair around her large cunt and socks/shoes of same color, sloshing of sacred urine. Her age maybe 35 but hard to tell exact. Subtle crows feet lines round near her eyes.) "I have questions!" says Penelope. "Are you really real? How did we get here? Are we dead? If so, how do we seem to be alive? Is this heaven? Is this a special heaven for peegirls? Isn't it bad to lust, like being too greedy and eating candy until you're sick? And doesn't that mean we are maybe bad, and if we're bad how are in a place that seems so good? Are we dreaming? Am I a character in your dream? OR WHAT?!" (Penelope was always fond of adding "or what" as an ending, ever since forever, just because she was a little insecure about speaking her mind, a problem Calliope was helping her with.)nVermillion looked up to the sky, and up at the other peegirls of the coven who were all lounging around now, looking happy. One smoked a cigarette. One was sitting across from Calliope, her hand down her very peed-in pants, gently masturbating her peecunt. "Ah" Vermillion says. "Time captivates, but we should not be its captives. We were prisoners in time, never knowing our fates. We all came from pisscunts but no one knew how they would die. They don't get to go back the same way. It's not fair by any way of looking at it. How would anybody die? By serrated knife? Accident at sea? Disease? In a war? Miserable old age and losing your memories? It's so sad I don't even want to think in its direction. It's a cosmic joke that is also the biggest tragedy because it's a joke when it should be serious. Look...." She again cups a cats-cradle handful of girlpee... but holds her hands long enough... and slowly it runs out of her hands back to the little pool in Calliope's lap. "That is like holding time. We can't hold time. It runs through our fingers. And do you know what time is? An illusion? No... it's a trap. An evil trap. But we figured it out. It is only a location. Leaving it is as easy as just closing the door. Turning the corner. It is propaganda that uses fear to control people that says ‘all the bedwetters must be corrected in the mental wards. Have dry nights only.' You two have the best instincts, probably because you're in touch with peegirl consciousness, the instincts that led you to simply walk away from a deranged universe into a sane one. This Pee Princesses world is the beacon of sanity. And we live on the inside of a beautiful hollow pissy slowglobe. Our Goddess Noctifer is the one who taught Lucifer to bring the original Venusian peegirls to the Milky Way." Vermillion tended to be longwinded. Calliope watched the pee drips from her pisscunt slow and slow as she gave her talk, which was really very interesting and reassuring, if over-long. While Vermillion was giving a cosmology lesson to the new Pee Princess initiates, another of the coven was now nonchalantly milking her breastmilk onto the Princess who was busy jerking off her pisscunt by the tree. Penelope and Calliope knew they were in for a wonderful adventure but for now they took a minute just to lay back... inhale the collective, communal girlpee and girlcum smell and bask in the relief that the awful world they left behind was really just some kind of terrible fake charade. What will happen next??! Stay tuned for part three...nVermillion 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. n"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!"n "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! nPenelope 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.nThe 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." n"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-sister's 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.nThe 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."

EPISODE FOUR:

The first three episodes are on my blog, please read those for the plot if you want to catch up. Please read in your peed-in bed while marinating your body in pee, so you can cherish the SMELL as you read! n nRhythm. Patterned recurring alternations. Clomp, clomp, clomp went the hooves of the pony-unicorns which carried the cadre of powerfully pee-perfumed Pee Princesses toward the sacred temple of their Pissy Moon Goddess.nPenelope felt as one with all of the other Pee Princesses. Their pee-drenched, sticky pissy bodies gave off such a strong odor that the whole group could smell one another even at a distance. It created a perfect, harmonious, girl-power bond between them as they rode in their herd. Clomp clomp. Inanna Moongloe rode directly in front of Penelope, among the herd of a dozen Pee Princesses and steeds, plus the two new initiates, Penleope and her beloved Calliope. Penelope felt like Inanna had taken her under her wing, and her heart fluttered as she was downwind from Inanna and caught her beautiful pungent collective-girlpiss scent flowing back to her. The rhythm of the hoofbeats matched her own heartbeat and she felt almost as safe and protected as if she was snuggled under the sheets of her very own pee-bed, wetting over and over. The unicorns were outfitted with soft saddles covered with white downy fabric, stained by many, many re-wettings into a nice patchwork of yellow and brownish tidal shapes, outlining the rough contours of the many cunts that had left pee-puddles in them on previous journeys. nIn the distance, the outlines of the temple began to appear. Penelope marvelled at the pretty citadels and spires, and wondered so many things about the history and physics of the Pee Princesses world. She was also beginning to wonder if she could hold her own pee in until their arrival. She wanted to share her next load of precious girlpee with Calliope and Innana especially, but the rhythm of the unicorn undulating between her legs was making it hard to hold it. She decided that it was OK to let it go while the peegirls rode together.... in fact, she noticed as she glanced to her left that one of the other pee-sisters of the coven whose name she wasn't quite sure of yet was doing just that. She noticed her nice fresh yellow cuntpiss soaking into the white fur of her steed, and also into her pretty green and white boots. To Penelope's astonishment and delight, the unicorn, whose fur was snow-white itself then said "ah! How nice and warm! Thank you, Priscella!" Penelope burst out cackling with unrestrained, total glee! What a completely perfect magical world this was! It was as if every dream she'd ever had while snuggled under her damp strong-smelling yellow pee-blankets was becoming real. She remembered her poster of a strong sexy pony protected by rainbows and how the pony would encourage her to wet the bed. Penelope also thought about how nice it was that in the Pee Princesses world there were no aggressive, violent boys. There were only intelligent, confident and loving peegirls who encouraged each other to be bedwetters and to spend their time developing their minds and working on their higher spiritual senses through bedwetting, sharing pee-clothes and drinking mouthfulls of sacred girlpee. That said, the unicorns mostly had enormous, veiny cocks. Penelope noticed though that when the ponies talked, they were very kind and obedient to the Pee Princesses, though clearly not brow-beaten or abused in any way. It all made her feel so glowing inside that she barely noticed when a massive load of girlpee hissed forth from between her legs. Of course her own unicorn then thanked her and told her how proud she had made him. She patted him gently on his gorgeous mane and bent forward "I love you so much. Thanks for encouraging me. I was holding it for Calliope and Innana but now that I know you like it, it feels special to share with you." Says the unicorn: "It makes me so happy that you love your friends so much! Innana is really cool, for sure. She always goes out of her way to show the new initiates the ropes and make them feel at home." Penelope "I can tell! I will make more pee later and share it with her, I can't wait. By the way, what is your name?" "Oh, my name is Golden Diamond! It's nice to meet you!" Clomp clomp!n In the midst of all this common-place (in the Pee Princesses world) excitement, Penelope had barely noticed they had arrived at the gates of the temple! It was staggeringly massive! The walls were pocked with mossy green lichens, and the towers were ten stories high. Flags with emblems fluttered in the breeze high up, but Penelope could barely see the symbols on them. They were gold and white, however. And everywhere were lace and embroidered banners - nothing like "warlike" banners from medieval times, but stunning shawl-like fabrics that looked like they had been woven over the course of a hundred generations. Penelope asked Vermillion, who seemed to be the know-it-all of the coven how long it had taken to weave and embroider these banners. Vermillion, who had just dismounted her unicorn, turned to meet Penelope's gaze. "This one alone - " she pointed a finger decorated with an amber ring - took me 260 of your Earth-years to complete. Penelope gasped. "But... how... I...." Vermillion smiled wide a psychotic sort of toothy smile, her yellow teeth glinting in the perfect sunlight - "Penelope, how do you think peegirls get to live in the Pee Princesses world? Do you understand that none of us are alive? We are shades. We are shadows. Ghosts. We are as nothing. We are a piece of stray imagination, a fantasy, part of a slithering ember in the dying brain of a person who was gassed in the trenches of Verdun, part of the stray memories of our original martyr, Persimmon the Immaculate, who was crucified for bedwetting thousands of years ago... that sort of thing. We all have origin stories, and they're all sad and tragic. But you know we are also so real, because here we are! But did you know, I was tied to a stripped tree by vile, cruel boys and bled to death, because they said I was crazy and a vampire. It was the one who supposedly loved me who turned on me. I won't recount the details. I would rather forget that foul repulsive dry-night world we came from. But you know when they buried me they severed my head and they put a dagger through my heart. The problem was my heart was already so broken that the blade missed every important piece. And my mind already belonged to the Pee Princesses world, as I was a proud bedwetter and peed my pants every chance I got. So no matter where they flung my brain or what they did with my body, the Pee Princesses were sure to find me, and claim me, stitch me back together and bring me into their world. nPenelope stopped for a second and tears welled up in her eyes, with deep, deep love and mercy for all her pee-sisters. "I'm so glad we are here together now. We should fight the evil wicked world where people kill and hurt each other, and also they hurt all living things." Vermillion: "Our beautiful perfect world is our victory. But also we do visit the dry-night world at times. There are ways we can pierce the veil. We will teach you! But first we have to get the unicorns in, and then it's time to eat!" nInnana then said a series of magic words, and the massive gate, which towered above their heads and looked unimaginably ancient, creaked open, and down, and allowed the whole group into the courtyard of the temple. nNow Penelope was leading Golden Diamond, and she noticed his massive unicorn cock was unsheathed and very hard. "Oh, Diamond! Would you like to release unicorn sperm?" Diamond "Yes Penelope, your pee smells so nice on me and I began dreaming of how much you loved all your new friends, and...." "Oh silly!" Says Penelope.... "there's no need to explain! Can I help you shoot your sperm?" Now at this, Priscella, the one who rode to the left, sallied over to Penelope and Golden Diamond. She sat down akimbo beneath his massive cock and smiled up at Penelope. Diamond began huffing "Penelope.... yes... I will leave a big pool of unicorn sperm for Priscella... for mealtime!" Priscella held a big dark blue ceramic bowl, so large it could almost be called a basin, but it was very elegant and ceremonial looking, not like a medical plastic basin. Penelope had actually never masturbated a unicorn's cock before, but she got the general idea from Golden Diamond's jerking motions, and the magical fact that he could speak. "Penelope, use both hands there, near the tip. Spit on your hands..." Penelope also got lots of girlpee on her hands.... her old best friend Calliope joined them, and she borrowed the basin. She didn't bother to remove her leggings, but pulled her skirts up and released a massive torrent of golden cuntpiss into the bowl. Foamy, bubbly, and pefect. This could then be used as a lubricant for Golden Diamond, who was clearly getting close to releasing unicorn sperm. At last, Diamond's sperm shot out, and it was a forceful stream, thick ropes of strong sperm splashed into the bowl, mixing with Calliope's foamy girlpee. Without missing a beat, Diamond then began releasing his own mighty geyser of urine into the bowl, while simultaneously emptying squeezing round hay-turds from his puckered equine butthole. His tail swished. He felt loved and every bit as much part of the coven as the bipeds. "Time for our feast!" cried one of the pee-sisters Penelope and Calliope had yet to get to know very well. "And then it will be time for our ritual circle, honorary peegirl training, and witch-craft lessons!" n Penelope sighed, her breath heavy with the smell of the communal mouth-peeing ritual from earlier in the day. She asked to carry the special bowl, enjoying the sloshing sounds as she walked toward a doorway at the far end of the courtyard, the unicorns all happily grazing. She had grown so used to living in the dry-night world with an ever-present sense of dread and depression that it was a new feeling to look forward to things. But as she watched each peegirl, one by one, begin ascending the spiraling stairwell, she truly looked forward to what would happen next. She was allowed to finally have this feeling because of the mercy of the Moon Goddess of the Bedwetters, who had caught Penelope and Calliope like two precious pee-droplets as they dropped through a scary universe full of terror, and cradled them and cooed to them "I am so proud of you for being bedwetters and I will place you in a better world."

Episode FIVE: Peegirls feast, rituals for honorary peegirls, and more SECRETS are revealed! Penelope and Calliope in the Pee Princesses World.

Both Penelope and Calliope wondered what the feast day of the peegirls would be like, which the other girls were talking about in hushed tones which echoed off of the ancient walls, as they began to ascend the winding stone stairs. Higher and higher, in a single-file row because the stairs were narrow. The temple was truly vast. It was cavernous and imposing, and the huge stones from which it was built were all slightly damp. Mossy where sun dappled the surfaces, slightly moldy where permanent shadows rested. Oil lamps flickered in the stairwell, throwing long strange shadows on the walls, shapes that seemed to have fangs and antlers and crazy fingers, as there was no such thing as electric lighting in the Pee Princesses World. In spite of the intimidating architecture of the temple, both of the newly initiated peegirls felt safe. They could smell the very strong mixed pee scent of all the other girls in the coven, hanging heavy in the unventilated stairwell, and it was reassuring. They were among pee-sisters. All the girls held hands as they walked up the stairs. Penelope held Vermillion's hand tightly. It was sticky and warm, even though Vermillion had explained that they were all truly dead corpses. Penelope had given up trying to make logical sense of the Pee Princesses world though, even though she was a little in love with Vermillion and enjoyed listening to her detailed sermons about how the astralphysics of the Pee Princesses World worked. Behind Penelope, Innana held onto her other hand. She felt a little nervous about being separated from Calliope in the line, but she knew she would have to get used to sharing Calliope with the rest of the coven, and her nervousness turned into real love as she imagined Calliope drinking pee from the whole group with no jealousy or hierarchy. The thought began to make Penelope's cunt ache with yearning. But she did not desire immediate gratification. She wanted to retain that throbbing feeling during the meal, which she anticipated would be very special and sacred, as most things were in the Pee Princesses World anyway.nAfter what seemed like twenty minutes but was actually five, the coven arrived in the feast hall. Like all the rooms in the temple, it was draped with huge unbelievable intricate embroidered cloth hangings which showed scenes from the lives of peegirl martyrs and heroines of the ancient and recent past.

A peegirl who had been crucified for bedwetting withcraft in ancient times named Zoel the Eternal was featured on many of the curtains. All of the sacred banners and curtains were of course also so deeply pee-stained that they glowed with a shiny deep amber yellow, sometimes an auburn brown at the edges. The table in the center of the room was, like most everything else in the temple, large. There were enough highback chairs for each peegirl in the coven. This meant they must have anticipated the new members, but Penelope wondered how this was so since her and Calliope had just been found and adopted earlier in the day. The chairs were of a dark cherry wood, carved with scenes from peegirl mythology and with sacred symbols of peegirl spirituality. The seats were cushioned with thick absorbent fabric held in place with brass tacks, which of course meant each seat was already damp and squishy from earlier pissings. Penelope shuddered with happiness as she felt the stale piss of an unknown number of coven members bubble up into her crotch and asscrack as she sat down.nn 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.nnNow 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. nnWhen 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. nn 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. nn nn[to be continued]