Hey there! I’m a 5th grade Cherrim named Erika! I have red eyes and a different shade of hue from a normal Cherrim. And today is yet another normal school day, as I originally thought. When I woke up and got out of bed, casually looking out the glass-pane window, I thought wrong. “Wow! It snowed a lot this morning!” were my thoughts to myself as I stared out into the snow-covered fields of our family’s small garden. There were at least more than a couple of inches outside and I still see snowflakes in the morning sky. Preparing for the day, I touched my flower necklace off of my bedside table, transforming into my sunshine form. Then I wore it around my neck. I always wear that special necklace because for some reason it forces me into sunshine form while wearing it. It was passed down to me from my grandparents; and I heard it was actually a special kind of stone that has sun or fire powers or something like that. Overcast form is fine too, but is more difficult for me because of no hands to grab stuff with. I don’t bother wearing clothes before leaving the room; I’m one of the few that has a naturally-grown dress on around me~
I went through the door into the hallway to let mom know, but as always she is up and about first. My Cherrim mother, in overcast form, sees me in the hallway and tells me, “Good morning sweetie~ No school today! Lucky you!” I got excited, “Yay!” I looked around for my nine year old adopted Zorua brother, but he wasn’t there. The one with glowing orange-tipped fur and red eyes like mine...he’s probably sleeping in...I’ll talk to him later though!  A couple seconds passed and then I asked, “Can I have some warm tea~?” Mom replied, “Sure!” and then motions my Ditto dad to do it. After some minutes of preparing boiling water with some of my favorite tea packets inside, my dad returns. “Here you go.” “Thanks!” I replied, accepting the hot beverage and making my way back into my room. I get to be lazy, sip warm fruit tea throughout the chilly winter day, and not do homework! No school, yay! Sounds amazing, right!? I was so excited...
...or at least that's what I expected to happen. After the good morning, the part about the tea sipping in the bedroom sadly never turned out as I had hoped. Turns out I was set up for babysitting duty, yet again. Happens every single weekend or two, but now it’s on a school day too! How lucky I am... The Arownd family comes over and drops off their seven year old grass-kitten Sprigatito kid named Trip, who has snow clothes on, some green hair on his head and purple eyes. They do this to me so that both of our families do adult stuff together. ‘Getting away from the house’ they call it. I heard they go to some bar or something and drink special stuff, whatever an ‘alcohol drink’ is. And since I’m almost double his age I’m somehow qualified to take care of him, free of charge of course (but some babysitting money would be nice...)! He’s a good-hearted, innocent kid and all, but I don’t prefer babysitting and having part of my day spent. Then again, I have nothing better to do... After their short introduction with each other, my parents go “We’re heading out, we’ll be back soon!” and then they leave together, leaving me with pee kitty. As for the pee part, you’ll know why soon enough.
Trip comes towards me, always excited to see me. “Hi plant fren~” he says as he comes closer to me. He gives me a cute nuzzle against the side of my body as he purrs adorably~. I don’t mind him touching me at all; in fact he tends to get closer than this~. “Hey there Trip!” I replied back. I give him a head scratch in appreciation and he closes his eyes and blushes at me. “Murr~” he says. He loves it when I do that to him~. I asked him, “Excited for the school day off today?” He gets some excitement himself, “Yeah! More time with frens~” he says in glee. I can understand that; meeting friends means everything to this little Sprigatito. Even though I got to babysit again, I do want to enjoy my hot tea before it gets cold like it is outside. I tell him, “Great! Come in and drop your stuff off, okay?” “Okay fren~” he replies, coming into the house.
Trip takes off the backpack very slowly, longer than anyone I ever see do so, and gently places it on the ground. His parents seem to teach him good manners overall (except for the pee kitty part of course). I ask the little Sprig, “I’m going to get my tea in my room, but is there anything fun you want to do?” He thinks about it for a couple of seconds, “Hmm...,” “Pway in snow mrrreow~?” I shouldn’t have asked...I’m not too fond of playing in the snow since I’m more susceptible to coldness than most being plant-like and all. The outdoors is very pretty though with all the snow outside. I should say no, but I don’t want to disappoint him, he’s only seven after all and just wants to have lots of fun. “Sure! Let me get something to warm up though and then we can go outside.” “Okay!” he says, hurrying outside for a snow adventure. “Um, wait!” I told him, but no response... I needed to keep an eye on him, so I quickly went to the front door and said it again, “Wait a second Trip! I got to get ready too!” Luckily, he heard me then and stopped in his tracks. “Aw, okay meow! I wait!” he yells back at me, trying to hold his desire back to play in the snow.
I go quickly into my room to find whatever I can to get on. I look through my clothes drawers and see a giant pink scarf. I remember wearing this by the fire alongside my mom and dad; those were good times! I grab that and wrap it around my neck on top of my necklace. I grabbed my fruit tea as well and left my bedroom. I do need to get something to put my tea in though or it’ll get cold in no time. I looked around a bit and found a container to keep my drink warm. I pour it in and seal the lid shut. With my scarf and tea I went outside to watch Trip play in the snow.
Outside my house was breathtaking. The beautiful snow-covered fields out there. The snowflakes floating like a breeze in the sky. Seeing it in person rather than out a glass window makes it even better. I almost never see snow where I used to live before. It’s interesting seeing my garden near my house as a bunch of white bumps where we planted last season and then the yard we own beside it as a small hill, almost undisturbed, except for Trip’s pawprints of course~. Our yard is notable for an abnormally-large Pecha berry tree at the top of the hill, which has no fruit and no leaves on it due to the winter season. Due to that it can’t block the snow much but the size of the tree leaves a bare spot I can rest on soon. It’s also very cold though; I’m starting to shiver even now! But at least I got some fresh hot tea with me! A good tree spot for some good tea! I look back at Trip who is jumping all over in the snow, having the time of his life. He falls over a couple of times as I watch him, even falling on his face at one point, but he quickly gets back up and shakes it off without a care in the world. I wish I had that kind of endless energy; maybe in the summer but in the winter I feel inactive because of being a plant and all. Maybe it’s because he’s still a seven year old grass kitten.
“Let’s play meow!” Trip yells, adorably waving at me with his paw when we see each other in the eyes from a short distance. I wave at him back, coming closer. “Sure! What did you have in mind, little Sprig?” Trip thought about it for a couple seconds with his paw on his lower mouth and then responded, “Make Snowmeow~” I got confused. What is a snowmeow? Does he mean...? “Oh, a snowman?” “Yeah, snowmeow~” he tells me cheerfully. “Sure thing Trip, you start rolling the first snowball and I’ll help out later. I need to sip my warm tea. Too cold for this plant.” “Okay mrrreow~” he says, getting started right away.
I grasp my scarf close to my neck to keep myself warm. I went back to the lone Pecha tree in our yard, straight to that spot I mentioned earlier. Due to the height, I have a sharp eye on Trip around the tree. I feel the warmth of my tea container in my arms. I can smell it even with the lid closed. I’m very sensitive to some smells due to sensing moisture constantly, especially smells like pollen, smoke, food, poop, mud, and pee. I’m told it’s due to my mom’s side. The winter air is awfully dry though, as it usually is every winter. Not a problem though! Makes it easier to tell if Trip will have an accident again (which he always does whenever he comes here~).
As I start to open my lid on my container, I see Trip trying to make a snowball, failing a few times but having determination to never stop trying. I’m not too sure how to make a ‘snowmeow’ myself, but my little bro told me that you have to press against the snowball at first. It gives me time to sip my tea though~. As I look down and open the lid, I start shivering thinking about my drink. I bring it close to my mouth. *sip~* *gulp* I can taste the oran and leppa berry mixture as the warmth goes down my throat. I feel less cold now, but knowing that it’s temporary I’ll need another sip in a minute or two. Wish I had this in my bedroom instead, but under the tree is a nice change of things, especially with a close friend nearby~.
I look up from staring at my tea container at Trip again. He’s still struggling but I notice another Pokemon coming over towards him packed in heavy snow gear. I’m not exactly sure who it is, but I’m cautious because sometimes my dad transforms into others or my brother makes illusions of others. But my bro is in the house and my dad is away, so it’s probably neither of them. After looking more I recognize exactly who it is due to that cape on his back; it’s my Riolu friend named Cross. He’s a nervous, sometimes-stuttering Riolu boy that wants to protect others to be a hero or something (except he’s the worst at battling in our class), almost the same age as my little bro but one grade higher. Has a cross mark on his body and blue eyes and he pisses everywhere just like Trip does~. It’s important to know that he has this naughty belief of thinking he needs to mark everything with his pee; especially if it was already peed on earlier. My main thing with Cross is to help him not wet himself because otherwise it’s diapers for him~. He hates them more than Trip does. I try to stop his marking behavior but sometimes he doesn’t care. If I fail at that, I ‘help him aim’ at what he wants to mark at (because he misses often) so he doesn’t accidentally splash pee on his pants, but he has trouble with doing that. Overall he’s a good kid like Trip, but that marking behavior will cause him problems later in life (even though I personally like it~).
I see Trip doing his head tilt thing towards Cross, where he tilts his head at an angle and stares at you until you break eye contact with him. Some Pokemon I know get thrown off by that and some try to challenge him in a staring contest, but they never win. Cross though doesn’t care, he seems to be greeting him but I can’t hear them well from a distance. I do barely hear the “Hi, I’m Trip~” greeting, echoed in the winter air, that he does to others. Cross waves at him and they get into some conversation. After some back and forth, Cross packs the snowball in to help him out. He seems to know what Trip wants to do with the snowmeow. After some more seconds and talking, Trip looks at me by the tree, pointing at me. Cross looks in the same direction and nods his head. It seems like after that he’s walking towards me. I think he wants to see me or something, which is odd because I never expected anyone else to arrive at my house today. I thought we would all be going to school.
Being several feet from me, he waves and says “Hi Erika!” “Hey Cross,” I replied back. “U-um, you babysitting that adorable grass kitty today?” he asked me. “Yeah,” I told him, “Parents ditched me again.” “Even on a school day? W-wow, that's a bummer... My dad kicked me out of the house.” In confusion, tilting my head like Trip does but not as heavily, I ask him, “Huh? Why is that?” Riolu yawns, “Wants me to enjoy the snow I guess and not to catch up on my sleep. He mentioned you’re nearby so I went over here. I, u-um, hope that’s okay?”
In obvious acceptance, I tell him, “Yeah that’s fine. I’m distracting Trip with some snow fun but I’ll need to help him with the snowmeow soon. You two haven’t met much yet, right?” “Not really,” he replies, starting to sound a bit bothered, “except I see him pee wherever I do. H-has this strong mint smell in my favorite spots. Keeps telling me ‘Hi, I’m Trip!’ and leaves like he’s taunting me or something.” That made me giggle a bit, I should have known he’d think that by now. “He’s not taunting you Cross. He's only a second grader, peeing wherever and not knowing any better. It’s not a competition to him.” He stares down a bit, “I-it is to me. Wish he would stop...” I stand up and try to reassure him, “I’m sure he’d do it less if you talk to him about it.” “Y-yeah, maybe...” “I think you two would be great friends! Maybe even marking at the same places together instead of as rivals~.” Selfishly, he tells me “Yeah, but they’re still my spots...” I sighed at that.
Trip yells at us with a huge snowball in front of him about the size of his body, “Need help meow~” I’m kind of shocked he got that done so fast, maybe he’s stronger than I thought for a young meow. Then again there’s also half a foot of snow. I yell back towards him, “Okay, we’re coming!” I turned towards Cross and asked him, “Can you help me make the snowmeow with him?” Cross really likes to help others, almost forgetting about his so-called ‘rivalry.’ “Sure, I know how to make one! Let’s help!” Cross ran forward to help the little Sprig, but I took my sweet time, keeping my scarf close for comfort. They both start on the next snowball to roll around in the snow and I join them after some seconds.
As for me, as much as I am supportive and encouraging them to do stuff, I tend to be lazy. I’d rather not help them with the snowball task to be honest; I’d be freezing my petals off. Would rather watch them and enjoy tea. And I’m cold enough for another sip, so thinking they’re distracted I go to open the lid again. I can feel the warm steam inside the container fogging against my face. I go on to take a small drink. *sip~...*
Suddenly I feel a paw on my upper body. “Hey Erika!” “Ahh!” I said unawares, sending me into a shock. My body shook as I turned quickly towards the voice. But it was just Cross. I almost lost my damn drink from all that. “Haha, you scared me! Almost spilled my tea...” I say as I close my drink back up, trying to be nice about it. Cross asks me, “O-oh, sorry. You gonna help? Since you’re the strongest in the class at all...” Ah, the strongest in the class he tells me. I do train with my little bro, who is better than me since he loves fighting, but the best in the class? Come on man... that was just a gym ‘test’ they do every month or so. I still have no idea how I won that against Norwood (the Pachirisu) and even Victor (the Growlithe) due to my type disadvantages and all that. “A-am I really that good?” I ask him. Cross wags his tail, “Honestly, yes you are! Maybe it’s training or it might be your inner self. I’ve told you before but I see this very strong aura surrounding you that no one else can for some reason...” “Yeah...I remember that. You thought I was some sort of God, but I’m just a simple Cherrim~”
Trip interrupts in happiness and excitement, “Second ball done mrrreow~” How he isn’t tired from doing all of that work is a miracle. Cross replies to Trip, “Okay!“, then asks me “Alright Erika, we need your help lifting the ball up on the other one.” He wants me to lift that snowball that’s almost as big as Trip’s entire head. With my stubby little arms. Arceus help me... “Okay.” I go over and attempt to help them lift that massive hunk of ice. *Hnnng~* *agh~* We made stressful noises lifting the snowball up. After some effort we got it up there. Cross lost balance and fell on his butt in the snow which gave me a chuckle. I feel like that little Sprig is stronger than I think he is, more so than Cross and I.
As Trip and I was about to let go, Cross warned me, “W-wait! Hold it still! Need to pack snow around it so it doesn’t fall off!” Trip tilted his head at him and I kind of tilted my head as well. Cross is really taking this snowmeow seriously. He quickly got up, his bottom covered in snow and started grabbing snow right away. He starts to pack snow around the upper body of the snowmeow. I held that head of snow there with all the little ‘best in classroom’ strength that I had. Cross worked quickly, almost as if he was a pro, packing the snow around. A minute passes by as the snowflakes start to strengthen more in the sky. There’s a cold wind blowing and I am shivering, thinking of sipping that tea in my container right now. “O-okay, can let go now. Should be fine,” says Cross. We both let go and the head managed to stay on the body. My little arms feel sore after that; with Trip somehow having no fatigue or tiredness at all. “Hah...” I moan. I see Trip wagging his tail happily, saying “Yay!” in a cheer. Seems like we’re done with the snowmeow! Or so I thought... “Need ears and face meow~” he tells me. So it really is like a snowmeow; of course it needs ears. Wouldn’t make sense otherwise. I tell Trip, “Okay~ I need a small tea break though. Can you two handle it for now?” The cute Sprig kitty tells me, “Yeah meow~ Need rock for face.” There’s a pause for a couple seconds...
...And then a moist feeling comes over me from smelling it, more so than the snow around me. Feels like an alarm bell going off on catching a whiff. It’s a very familiar musky scent. Smells like a wet puppy~. Then I realized: it kind of smells like piss from a friend of mine...Oh no... “You good, Cross?” I ask, turning my head over to him. Then I saw it with my own eyes. I saw the beginnings of desperation down there from the troubled doggy. His legs were shivering more than usual as he had his paws notably on his crotch. He is pressing against his member hard against the thick snow wear he is wearing. I can see in his troubled face that he is trying to tell me something, but also doesn’t want to tell me. From what I observed, I think he has to go pee~.
I ask him again, “You okay?” “Huh!?” says a surprised Cross, “U-um, yeah! I think I have to pee after we’re done.” I knew it. With his bladder being active more than normal, he has to pee yet again. Wonder what he will try to mark this time~? I feel like he won’t make it if I leave him there, but maybe he’ll be okay. He can pee on a bush or on the wheelbarrow like he did last time or something. Though I wouldn’t mind at all if he didn’t make it either; which I prefer to happen but he probably doesn’t~. “Alright. I’m freezing my butt off, so I’ll be by the tree if you need me. I bet the snowmeow will look great!” “Alright,” replies Cross, “We’ll let you know when.”
After that talk and about half a minute, I went back to the tree with my scarf on my neck and my tea container in my hand. I felt a bit of guilt not doing anything at that moment for him. He’s a big boy though and he should be fine~. The tree isn’t holding up as much anymore against the snow piling up, but I sat where I was before anyways.
It’s still beautiful out as I remember, but the snow is starting to get too much for my tastes. If it snows even more I’m worried we’ll be stuck in my house for a good while. With eight inches now on the ground, I can’t see anyone getting home safely without some help. I see both of the boys searching for rocks in the deep snow. After a minute or two they managed to find a few somehow and started to decorate the snowmeow.
They should be fine without me, so I reached my stubby little arm to open my container yet again; the tea though is starting to feel colder than it was before. That warmth that I desired since the beginning is no more. It’ll be easier to drink now though without my throat burning from the heat. I start to raise both of my arms on the container, chugging it down until every last drop, letting all the yummy tea go into my mouth. *slurp* *gulp* This tea is great! I can still feel some of the warmth of the oran and leppa berry mixture still going down my throat. Just what I needed on this abnormal winter morning~. I set my tea container aside and relaxed while I still felt cozy. 
A couple more minutes pass by. I was looking at them finishing up the snowmeow’s ears when Cross seemed to stop in place and move strangely. They talked to each other for a bit and then started to run this way. Trip was behind him keeping up. They weren’t exactly walking; Cross was moving fast towards me as if he wanted something in a hurry. I wondered why they acted like they did for a moment, but then I remember Cross struggling before with going potty. And then it hit me; Cross can’t hold it in anymore.
When they both get near where I’m at, they slow down. “E-erika! I gotta pee!” says a troubled Cross, doing a cute little potty dance in front of me, holding both of his paws on his privates. Trip actually looks somewhat concerned, tilting his head and looking at the poor Riolu kid. I act concerned as well, but in reality I feel really happy that my friend is going to wet himself. Sometimes he just needs to let go and be a wet puppy boy~. I stand up and try to comfort him, “Aww~. Gotta pee?” “Yeah! I...I can’t get these clothes off!” replies Cross, asking me an obvious question next, “Where’s the potty?” But there is no potty at my house~. I thought Trip would tell him that but I guess he didn’t. We pee outside, with my mother and I not pooping much, my little bro always diapered, and my dad not going potty at all, so why have a toilet? No need for potties like that when you have the beautiful snow weather outside~. There is an outhouse in the back though, but it’s filthy and no one uses it. I simply tell him, with a guilty feeling of doing so, that “There is no potty at my house.”
“W-WHAT!? N-No potty!?” Cross yells at me with his eyes widening and potty dancing even more~. When he does that he smells even more like a wet cutie~. He continues, “No, no, no... W-what in the world...how do you not have toilets there!?” “Because our family doesn’t need toilets,” I told him truthfully. He starts to whine and tear up, feeling that hope is lost. Trip interferes, trying to help out by lending a paw on his shoulder, “Aww, it okay meow~. Just use plant potty~.” Cross looks confused back at him, calming down a little bit, “Huh? There’s no plants here...Just the tree. I gotta mark the tree but these clothes won’t come off!” He starts trying to get his snow clothes off without success. I look at his clothing and he is heavily clothed up in snow gear. Not even a zipper on his snowcoat. I don’t see him getting it off even with our help. I tell him, “Your dad really got you ready to go for the snow. So much clothing! Can it even come off?” Cross tells me, “It has to, Erika! I gotta get it off now please help me! It’s really bad; I don’t want to wet myself and wear diapers again.” His legs start to give in, probably from the pain of holding in his pee, and he falls on his butt. He starts to cry, fearing the worst.
“Aww, just wet, it’s okay~” says Trip, wagging his tail, giving him some unfavorable advice, petting him on the shoulder again, “I do it always meow~” He sniffles, “B-but my clothes! Dad will kill me!” I don’t think he has any chance at this point. I’m going to see (and smell) a wet Riolu~. Best I can do is make him feel better. I try to encourage him as well, rubbing his lower area, “Wet your pants cutie~. It’s not worth holding it in. I can get you cleaned up inside. Your dad will never even know!” *sniffle* “Y-you sure?” he asks me with teared up eyes. “Yes Cross, I promise. Now let it all out in your pants, we’re here for you always~.” “O-Okay...” he says, feeling trust with us. *sniffle* He grasps Trip’s paw with one of his own, giving him some comfort. Trip smiles, not minding being grabbed. In fact his tail starts to wag even more. “H-here I go...” he tells us before finally letting it all out~.
*psssshhhshhhhh~* I can hear those familiar noises as Cross wets his pants. “Ahh~ *sniffle* Wahhhh~” It’s difficult to tell apart from his expression if he’s wetting himself, but it’s very obvious that he is. The reddened sad face tells it all to me. His pants can only hold so much of his smelly piss though and it won’t hold for long~. I can smell his ‘accident’ from here; smells like a musky wet canine~. I think his pee flow slows down while he grasps Trip’s paw tighter than before. With that grasp, his body shakes with his eyes shut in tears and he lets it all out again. *pssssssshhhh~* His pants are getting a bit bigger between his crotch and his butt due to the pee being absorbed~ “There you go, keep going~” I tell him. “Pee more mrrreow~,” says Trip, “much as pawsible~” Cross says “O-okay... *sob*” and does as asked~
*PSSSSSHHHHSSHHH~* His tail starts to wag back and forth. He starts to leak fresh urine out from under his legs, making a nice yellow puddle around him mixed in with the snow~. *sniff* *sniff* I couldn’t resist, so I smelled Cross. It’s even stronger now~! It feels relaxing to sniff it in. His tear-flooded face is against Trip’s arm, trying to hide it. *plop* Trip sits on his butt beside him, making a small pee splash, and uses his other arm to massage his back. “Good boy meow.” That’s very adorable, so I sit beside Cross on the other side and do the same. I do not care if my butt gets wet: I prefer being covered in pee. Besides, it feels nice and warm, especially us being together~. We help him let it all out like a good boy~ “Not much longer cutie. Let it all go into your pants so you can mark the tree~” I said to him. *pssssshhhh~* With our advice, he lets out the remainder of his urine. The leaking slows down as he finishes, but it still soaks the snow underneath him in a yellow hue. He flooded his crotch and all under his legs and butt, leaving very obvious smelly Riolu stains that probably will never come out~.
“You pee good, meow~” Trip says very happily, wagging his tail, giving Cross a big ol’ hug~. “Aww~” I said, trying to hug him too with my short stubby arms, “You did the right thing. I’m glad for you, handling it like a big Riolu boy~.” *sniffle* “Y-yeah! Thanks...” he tells us, slowing down on crying now that his accident is over with. “It feels very warm now,” says Cross.
He’s right. It’s nice and warm~. We sat together with the heavy snow outside and a nice puddle under us near the tree. Feels great to escape the cold, even if it’s for a couple minutes. I almost closed my eyes during that time, but I woke up knowing it’s a bad idea to sleep in the cold. Eventually though, the warmth starts to fade deep into the earth. I wish it could last longer. Maybe if Trip or I peed as well? I tell Cross, “If it makes you feel better I could piss too, or Trip can.” He feels a bit shocked by that, replying “Huh? D-don’t worry about it, it’s fine.” Trip chimes in, looking like he is under some bladder pressure as well from him holding his paws there. saying “I go potty too meow~.” The Riolu tells him, “Sure. Go on the tree or something.” “Okay~,” says Trip, “I go on plant potty meow~.”
Wait...plant potty? He couldn’t mean... Trip starts to come towards me and gives me a hug while moving forward, trying to gently push me onto the snow. It’s exactly what I think it is; I’m his potty after all. He’s going to piss on me for the second time this week...and Cross will end up seeing it! That’s embarrassing >///<! “U-um, Trip...?” I fall over on my back against the snow with that pee kitty on top of me, with my head near the tree, my scarf still around my neck but laid on the snow as well. He has me pinned down and I don’t want to push him off. “Um, remember the privacy thing we talked about?” I look up at Trip tilts his head at me. “Um...no stranger watching.” “Yeah,” I tell Trip about my one rule with him, “but Cross is watchin-” He interrupts me, wagging his tail, “Puppy fren can watch~, am okay and happy about it~.” I think I mentioned that it was anyone, not just strangers. I’m not sure what I actually told him anymore but I don’t think he cares at this point. I’m going to get peed on hard in kitty piss. I know it’s hard because he holds a ton of piss in, almost feels unlimited in a way. Constantly making kitty pee inside. Maybe I’m actually okay and happy about it, but am scared of what Cross will think. I hope Cross understands...Shouldn’t take too long to explain. Trip starts to lift his leg up in that familiar peeing position with his snow clothes still on. I’m about to be a potty. I warned him, “Cross, I’ll explain later.” Cross is obviously confused, “H-huh? About wha-”
*pssssssshhhhssshhhhh~* And then it begins. “Ahh mrrreow~,” Trip says, starting to pee, and he does so hard. Since his leg is lifted, it doesn’t take much before he starts leaking, especially since his snow clothes aren’t as thick as Cross’s snow wear is. Straight down his leg, the pee ends up hitting around my own crotch. It feels very warm to the touch, having that pleasant mint smell. One of my favorite pee smells compared to my own~. Unlike how Cross was being sad, Trip is as happy of a meow as can be. “T-TRIP!?” says a very shocked Cross, which is understandable.
After some seconds, Trip starts to hop on his leg and move around like a Houndour trying to pee around a fire hydrant. *pssshhhssshhhhh~* He tries to soak me all over in his scent, getting around all over my body. His snow gear eventually lets the pee soak through, pouring straight down at me. Trip tends to aim for my face after moving around like this, and with little warning he now does so~. “Good pee meow~” he says. His juices splash against me. “Mmf~” I say, my breath and sight interrupted by kitty pee against my mouth. It’s leaking down to my scarf, soaking it in Trip’s urine. He keeps peeing as much as he can~, with mint smells everywhere and a huge puddle of pee growing inch by inch underneath me. It feels like a nice warm pee shower for me after watching my friends build the snowmeow. I stick my tongue out to try to taste his pee, not minding it at all. I really like tasting and drinking piss, including my own. I do it in order to feel nourished and happy. And the pee tastes yummy just like my tea did~. Trip finally decides to reply to Cross, asking “Yes?” When he said that, before letting me open my mouth to catch the stream of piss on my face, Trip decided to sit on my face instead. *plop~*
*psssshhhhhhh~* “Mmmmfff~!” I moan. This is becoming too powerful against me. He wags his tail heavily spreading the minty scent around. I’m being dominated over by my grass pee kitty friend, letting his pee overcome me. The scents and smells of his urine always makes me happy. *lick~* *lick~* I start to lick his wet fur underneath. He likes it down there when I do that. “Mrrreow <3~” I hear, enjoying the licks. After some tongue action I search with my mouth for the piss stream and let it inside my mouth. A nice douse of Sprig pee~. *slurp~* *gulp~* Yummy mint tea~. I think this is my favorite tea now from what I had earlier~. This continues on for about twenty seconds with me constantly gulping down deliciousness into my belly. *gulp~* *lick~* It feels full down there with Trip’s urine inside.
After about a minute since he started his peeing, Trip’s flow slows down, but his snow pants are absolutely soaked far more than Cross’s clothes ever will be. It comes to drips after a couple more seconds. He rubs against my face up and down as if he was shaking off his member of urine. The rubbing made me feel bursts of warmth and mint smells against me. I almost passed out from it but managed to survive. He gets up a little to move his paw down, telling me “Mrrreow all done~,” before starting to pet me against the side of my face. “Good plant potty meow~” he says. After a couple seconds he stops petting me, sitting down to let me catch another whiff of his wet furry behind. *plop~* “Mmf~” Cross is probably beyond words at this point, but I don’t care. *lick~* *slurp~* I keep licking his snow pants, trying to get him somewhat clean for when we go in the house~.
I encouraged Trip to be this way for my own selfish reasons and in order to not have him pee on others or their property. But mostly because it’s the free pee drink whenever he does~. Such is my fate being a portable potty for this grass meow forever. Well, actually I am a toilet for others as well, particularly my little Zorua bro and my Espurr friend~. I’ll explain that another time though!
“Trip...what have you don-” Cross says in shock with his face blushed, stopping his own words, not knowing our relationship like this before. “Used plant potty,” he says happily to Cross, “You can next time meow~” “U-um...” Cross says, “Didn’t know you two we’re into that, but okay...” After heavily wagging his tail for a bit, he gets back up, letting me breathe the dry winter air again. At least some of his snow pants are clean down there. I made sure of it~. I honestly tell Cross, “I like to be used as a toilet. Sorry if it’s weird to you.” He says, “It’s fine...But maybe I can use you too?” He wags his tail in curiosity after saying that. That made me blush hard; having Cross piss on me would be amazing as well. But now is not the time. “We’ll talk about it later,” I say, “but we should get cleaned up now.” The two boys agreed, saying “Okay.” “Okay meow~.” in their own words.
We start to get up when I see my little Zorua bro named Dawn come outside. He knows who Trip is, but has never seen Cross before. Trip notices him right away, yelling “Glowy fren~!” Dawn tells us, “It’s snowing too hard, come inside!” We nodded our heads and went towards the house doors. I tell my bro, “We need to clean up; had too much fun out there.” Dawn smells us covered in all kinds of smells and scents and responds, “Hehe~, should have invited me! Sure, I can help.” “Thanks,” says Cross as we’re right by the entrance now. Dawn tells us, “Maybe you take Trip and I’ll clean up the Riolu~?” Without thinking, I tell him, “Sure, let’s get cleaned.” We go into the house and I lead Trip towards my bedroom while Dawn leads Cross towards his own. I’m not sure what will happen with those two, but with Dawn being gay towards others his age, I feel like Cross is going to have too much fun in there...