POPEE OMO FIC 18++++++

WRITTEN BY JACKSON DONUT STEAL 6/24/15

Popee shifted in their setee, making slight, involuntary expressions in correlation to their current dream.

In deep sleep, in Popee's dream, Kedamono gestured for their attention. There was a stunningly large flower upon his chest, and the wolf beckoned for Popee to take a whiff of the elegant pollen. Warily, Popee approached Kedamono, breifly looking up at his masked face to predict any sort of tomfoolery afoot- usual circus clown antics- but found none; leaning in, he attempted to smell the flower. Kedamono squeezed the bulb, attached to a thin tube running up behind the flower, and shot Popee right in the face with a cold, thin stream of water up the nose. They staggered backwards, bewildered, Kedamono giggling, trying to hold in an obvious flood of laughter. They regained balance, trying to rid their dripping face of the water. Kedamono howling with laughter. Once that Popee had realized that they had fell for one of the oldest tricks in the book by clown terms, Popee began to turn furious-

Popee awoke in a fit. Infuriated that they had been outsmarted so easily, they had almost fallen off of their setee in an attempt to wreck havoc upon the chortling wolf. Popee hit the sand with a dull thud, and immeadetly, a sensation overwhelmed them. They needed to urinate, now. It was almost unbearable, and as Popee had hit the ground, a small spurt of pee had burst from them, leaving a small, damp spot on the crotch of their jumpsuit.

Scrambling, Popee looked around wildly for a place to relieve themself. They shot up, holding their buldging nether region, and booked it for the nearest miscellaneous tent to relieve themself behind. It was so close, but yet so far, and Popee was absolutely doomed. Doom came crashing down on them, and they looked around for an alternative solution, panicked.

There was plenty of litter strewn about the circus grounds from the last performance,: bottles, candy wrappers, peanut shells- that was it!! Bottles! Popee desperatly dived for the nearest bottle of unrealated substance. They wildly tried to get in order, fumbling with the buttons to their jumpsuit, the sensation of involuntary release ever frighteningly nearer. Popee was on the verge of deperate tears, until they finally were able to undo the fasteners to their jumpsuit, and arrange the bottle accordingly, and relief was sweet. They released, a long, grateful sigh, a great rush of pee coming from them and into the plastic bottle.