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You awake at the first light of dawn to the faint peal of a bell. Its tone is low and carries through the air with a magical sort of clarity. From the city it rang somber and low, over and over. Not even the deaf would sleep through that, you think to yourself. The sky is light enough for you to see the forest around you. You sit up and find Selena perched against a stump, beginning to stir. You step out of the hammock, and go to wake her. You stand back far enough to not splash on her as you gently shake her shoulder. When she opens her eyes, she immediately hears the bell and looks up at you with concern in her voice, “It's done. We need to leave.”
You point to the hammock. “Help me pack.” You both untie and roll up the hammock and cloak, stuffing them in your pack. The sun was not yet rising as you both set off deeper into the woods. “What did you do?” you ask, unsure if you even want to know.
“It's not so easy to explain.” You walk in front setting the pace as she follows and tells you of her city. Its inhabitants are those of many origins, but there are chiefly two races of peoples. A group known as the Roran, a race hailing from the far north who were once displaced by a holy war long ago, and the Hadis, the city's oldest inhabitants with olive skin and dark curly hair. Though they live in the same city, they shared little else. Roran have their own customs, faith, and minor representation in the government. The city is ruled by the Chair, a man who's done little ruling since he lost son to the witch hunters. Selena was a Roran councilor, one of 9 members who all split the power to govern, some more effective than others.
With the recent witch-hunts, one well-loved councilman has been using fear to further his career; he's incited much hate toward the Roran population who're perceived as inherently mystical. He'd been responsible for countless executions of innocent people. Selena's husband had raised him up to power, and she had taken his life. She used his own methods against him, framing him for witchcraft. They burned him.
You're shocked to hear this. “My whole life, I would dream of living in a city, but you would have me believe people are more dangerous than the forest.”
“You've seen it yourself. You were done wrong by a stranger. Not all people are vile, but the bad apples try to spoil the bunch.”
You're unsure what that idiom meant, but you take her meaning. “That does not explain your exile.”
You reach a shallow stream and proceed to walk right through it. Selena gave pause at the bank before reluctantly following. “I gave my confession. With proof that no witchcraft was ever performed. I wanted to show the people how they've been fooled, how easily they could find themselves burning an innocent.” She pauses and lets out a breath. She speaks softly, “though he was far from an innocent, I should not have waited until he was dead, for that I am ashamed. I left my confession with the high priests of the Hadisian faith so they would find it last night. They were my best chance to getting my message to the common people without it being silenced. The bell we heard was the signal to close the gates, I have been labeled a murderer. For all I know, I've been labeled a witch too.”
You try to think of how to respond to that. “You're welcome to stick with me as long as you help out and don't mind the smell.” You were hopeful that you might have found a friend.
She gives you a cute laugh. “The smell is not so bad, I must admit, but I'm not sure how useful I can be to you.”
“You can use your hands, or learn how. Do you knew how to sew?” you ask making a leap across a small gap.
She leaps after you. “A little.”
“Cooking, cleaning, hunting, trapping, fishing, working?”
She gives you a nervous grin. “Not so much.”
“Do you know how to read?”
“Of course,” came her reply followed by a look of mild regret.
“Then you can teach me.” You have several books in your cabin; you had tried to learn how to read by yourself on several occasions, but it was perhaps too ambitious.
The sun is risen by now and you feel your belly quiver. Approaching a small rock shelf, you decide it won't be good to starve the poor girl on her first day in the wilderness. “Let us stop here for a moment.” You climb up on the rock and Selena watches you. You beckon her over, and she climbs up after you, moving around the mess you made and taking the dry spot next to you. You open her pack and pull out a pair of tangerines, handing one to her.
You peel and eat the tangerines together, feet dangling off the side of the rock shelf. “How do you know where you're going?” she asks casting away a peel.
You bite into a slice, and the tart juices burst in your mouth. “The mountains,” you say between bites, “and the sun tell me how to get where I'm going. It's flat for now, but soon we will be climbing.” You could say more, but you felt like that was all that needed saying. You look at her as she separates the last of her slices. Her hands were dainty, deft with the last peel which she throws off into the brush. Your eyes meet and she gives you a faint smile as she brings up a slice and puts it in her mouth, then looks down.
The familiar sound of your urine grows louder as a small puddle starts to grow on the ground. Where you sit, your urine blasts the rock hard enough to spray off the edge of the shelf and puddle below you. You catch Selena looking at your vulva, and she jerks her head away; you look away awkwardly too. Even after years of being bottomless, years of the ceaseless sound of your urine, you feel no less exposed in front of her.
Selena breaks the silence. “I don't pity you.” You were both finished eating, but neither of you moved. Selena's eyes were a golden brown, her skin was pale as the moon. “In many ways, you humble me.” She speaks softly, “you don't boast, but I doubt many could do what you've done in your life.” She's proven herself very capable of analyzing you. By now, you've accepted it.
“Do I seem cold to you? Cruel to abandon my husband, my city, and my people with a man's life on my hands? I dare not say that what I did was for the best, nor was it only for the right reasons. That man had the city in a stranglehold, he pulled the wool over the eyes of the people, but I admit that we had a professional rivalry.” She averts her gaze. “Know that I am shamed. I was not loved, not by the people nor my husband. It is in this way I hoped to be a martyr for my cause, giving up my unsuccessful career, my nice home, so that Lagra Mesa may see a day when it's people are no longer ruled by fear. It brings me sadness to leave, but I have the hope to return to it one day. My husband will not weep for me.”
You wish you were better at words. “You don't seem so bad.” When she doesn't immediately respond you think perhaps she was hoping for a better answer.
She turns to you. “You're ashamed of your pee, but you shouldn't be.”
You scowl. All you want to do now is leave, continue hiking and go home. Now that you have someone to talk to about it, you find yourself wishing she never knew. You dare not say that though. “I've lived the last seven years like this. I didn't feel this naked when no one was around…”
Her hand takes yours, and you share a silent look of empathy. She lets go, and takes off her pack. You watch as she lifts up her leg, and slowly removes her boot. “What are you doing?”
She places the boot aside and you see her foot up close. It was strikingly alluring, slender and tiny with pristine little toes. On a slim toe is a slender golden ring, and the nails were all a pleasant shade of blue. She begins the next boot without looking up. “I have to pee too, but it would be awkward if I went and did it discretely when you don't have that luxury.” She places that boot aside and begins fiddling with her fine belt.
You realize her intentions. Your breath pauses for a moment, your throat gets uncomfortably dry, and your mind races. You first feel confusion, followed by disbelief and a hint of endearment. Selena slides her pants all the way off, followed by a pair of very nice looking underwear. You find it amusing since there was no way that that garment was going to last long out here, and it's not like your cabin had a lot of panties lying around. She looks back toward you as she spreads her legs a little, allowing you the pleasure of studying her flesh as she has been yours.
She is remarkably more beautiful than you could ever dream to be. Your hips were somewhat wide and blocky, your thighs muscular and lean. Her hips and thighs are slim, her legs slender, her skin has a conservative collection of spots and freckles, and is rather soft looking. Between her legs there is a soft brown tuft of hair, unmanaged yet obedient, and underneath is a flowery blossom of soft pink flesh. Her vulva is much the size of your own, far from modest; yet her petite frame and tiny thighs make it seem huge. All this you see as you were invited to look. “Is this the first time you've seen another person naked?”
You used to bath with your sisters all the time, but you don't think that should count. You nod. Selena responds only by beginning to pee. It's very messy, and as it sprays more than streams, you giggle as she mentally fights to get it under control. You watch as a stream forms ans soon she's peeing with you, her urine rushing off the rock to join the already large puddle of your own beneath her feet. The splashes of her urine and your own echo together out from under the rock shelf and it makes Selena curious to see the puddle. She leans forward to see the body she's now contributing too and you think you see her eyes widen upon gazing it.
You lean forward and look yourself. The puddle was only a few inches away from yours and Selena's dangling feet, and it looked a few inches deep already, and about as wide as a few feet. While the two of you are leaning forward and peeing together she looks over at you, “Because you pee a lot, we should be able to talk about it, at least a little.” She looked back down, presumably at her reflection in your urine. Reaching her slender leg down to the surface, she dips her toes into the liquids. “Besides, I don't think it's so bad that you pee so much.” She stirs her foot around in it a little, splashing your urine around with it.
You were not expecting this. You think she might actually be enjoying herself a little too much for your liking. “What did you want to talk about?”
She lifts her foot up in the air and spreads her toes as the urine drips off of them. You find the whole act profoundly bizarre. You study her toes more, their slender and petite shape arousing a strange feeling. This foot had two rings of gold on different toes. “I don't know, now it sounds selfish. I just want to know more about you, but I'm worried… that you don't want to…”
While still peeing, she leans back and lifts up her dry foot, putting her boot on. She laces up the boot as her urine flows around the sole and down the rock. She then lowers that one and puts her boot on the other foot. She fastens the belt back around her waist with nothing to hold up, and takes her pants and underwear and quickly folds them, putting them in her pack. “I may not know what it's like to be you, but I don't want you to feel naked around me.”
You smile; for all her weird behavior just then, it actually did feel a little better knowing that she will join you in your nudity. You look at her belt, a thin strip of leather with fine detailed yet subtle embroidery. It rests comfortably on her waist under the bottom of her plain white shirt. “I like your belt.” She slowly stops peeing, then wipes her vulva with her bare hand and shakes it off. “Come on,” you say. “We need to get moving or it'll be months before we get where we're going.”
The two of you get up and head on your way, with Selena following right behind you. “Where are we going?”
“My cabin. It's near the treeline on the widows' summit…”
You spend most of the day sharing with her about your home, your woods, and your work. You tell her of the honey, the trapping, the hunting, the fishing. She gets you to talk about the cabin, and the small but failing garden you keep attempting. You found the thought of sharing all these things fairly exciting. You both stopped once more for a lunch break and separately for a bathroom break, but still made good time otherwise.
In the last sunlight, you approach the bank of a wide river. “It's best that we camp here and get up early tomorrow morning. It will be easier to ford in the light.” She does not protest and you find a nice pair of trees and unpack your hammock. She set down her pack and was pulling out her water skin and you fiddle with your hammock. Facing away from you, you find yourself stealing glances at her small tight butt. You like it for some reason.
You turn your attention to the hammock before she has the chance to catch you staring, getting it up and dumping the furs into it. You see her returning from the river with a full water skin, and your gaze settles on her bare vulva for a moment. In the last dim orange light, it looks inviting. You pick up your own skin and head over to fill it too.
When you head back, you find her rummaging through your pack to grab your cloak. You sit down on the edge of your hammock, only to have her sit down next to you. She did not weigh much, you dominated the weight of the hammock. You could see she intends to sleep with you tonight. From her display this morning and now this, you were beginning to suspect she was not repulsed by you. She catches your look as she begins untying her shoes. “It'll be a while before we could even get another hammock, might as well try to share, I think,” she says.
You had not planned on it, but decided it might be courteous to remove your moccasins too. You slip them off and tip them over, spilling out the urine collected in them. Flipping her legs over your head and briefly flashing you her opening, she positions herself on your hammock. She lay face up, covered in you cloak from neck to toe. “I'm curious how you sleep, are you mindful of peeing on the fur?”
You let out an amused chuckle. “What aren't you curious about?” you joke as you slide the furs away and lay down on your back next to her, and the two of you sink into the middle of the hammock, nearly sandwiched into each other. Selena lets out a mild shriek of surprise and you lose yourselves in soft giggles. You move quickly since you were now indirectly peeing on her. You rotate her so she faces away from you and you can interlock the legs. You end up spooning her; her hair tickles your nose, and you reach up to capture it and place it where it belongs. “It depends on the weather,” you say in answer to her question. You grab the cloak and slide it over yourself as well so it now covers both of you. “It's no problem to wash the furs. I've washed this cloak countless times.”
As soon as you say that last sentence you wish you hadn't; you had no idea why you even said it to begin with. Selena moves her head a bit. “You would just sleep peeing into it? Wouldn't that freeze?” she asks, shockingly still interested.
“Only when it's freezing. You can't really wash them when it's freezing out, so you wait for it to get warmer or you take it down the mountain.”
She was silent for a while. “Do you feel it when you're sleeping?”
It was a strikingly apt question. “I do sometimes. Almost more than when I am awake. At first it made sleeping hard, because I kept waking up, but now I rarely wake up. I still feel it though.” You feel your urine right now. It's rushing down your leg and dripping off your thigh and knee, while some of it has enough force to spray right out of your vulva, through the mesh of the hammock and onto the ground. With the nearby river, you couldn't hear your own splashes so well. You were beginning to grow used to her company. Even though she was perhaps a little older than you, she seems like a child asking an adult wondrous questions.
“Can we turn over?” she asks.
You think she knew what she was asking, but still, you want to be sure. “You want to be behind me?”
“Yes,” is all she says. You think about it.
“Okay.”
You lift the cloak and you both flip over and get comfortable. When the hammock sways to a halt, you now face the river, with an arm jovially wrapped around your chest, and her body pressed up against your back. You feel her breasts press into you, her bare hips on you butt, her legs intertwined with yours. You lay in silence as listen to her slowly go to sleep, all while you spray her legs with your warm urine.
You have a harder time sleeping than she does.