Feferi pisses freely

Ever since she was but a wee little wriggler, Feferi had rather fittingly always taken to the sea like a fish to water. She loved all it's abundant bounties, the myriad of colors and shapes. How they cascaded her eyes with such gorgeous sights, how all the hues would blend and mix and then become distinct again, all with such seemliness that she could not help but feel a almost magical feeling about it. Or how all the sounds of the ocean, how it's currents and waves, or the moaning of the sea life stirred such a calm feeling within her. Or how the motions of the water brushed against her or carried her so easily. Everything the sea offered her was a veritable treasure trove of warm emotions and sensations that she almost had to force herself to leave lest it overcome her.

But what she treasured most, what she craved for so dearly was the feelings of freedom it gave her. She loved how the water made her feel weightless, how she could just float like some random speak in the vast endless blue, motionless and without purpose. not like the confining gravity of the land; how the landdwellers or even Eridan tolerated such confinement she could never make sense of. She loved how her long mane of hair would swish and sway in the water, each little strand moving of it's own accord. Sometimes she would engulf herself in it. Removing herself from all worries, all her responsibilities and duties. She loved that aspect second most. She often tried to put on a air of power and courage, as if anything and everything could not phase her, yet there were so many times she nigh felt overwhelmed by it all. Most of all her upcoming fight with Her Imperious Condescension. She still had many sweeps before that fateful fight yet each passing day filled her with a small sense of dread. The Condesce was the most powerful troll; to have ever lived, she'd effortlessly killed countless heirs before her and Feferi could not help but feel as if all the training or preparation in the world would not help her. She was but a child, what could she hope to accomplish? Even more so, what if by some stroke of luck she actually did kill the Empress? Then what? She would still have so much work, so much yet to do. Her reforms, her dreams of changing troll society, it would take so much to accomplish, even for a Empress, and for one as inexperienced as her it seemed ever more impossible.

And that was why she loved the sea, even if she would later have to return to land, and hence all her worries, she could at least escape even for a brief moment from them all. She treasured and loved her freedom, so much she wanted everyone to experience it as she did. And for her, the surest and greatest expression of freedom was the ability to releave herself wherever and whenever she pleased. After all what were toilets but just another tool of control? She hated them and all they stood for. She should be able to do her business where ever she wanted and if that meant pissing right where she stood then so be it, it was her right, not as a empress but as a free person! And that was why she loved the sea most. It was both her restroom and playground, where she could frolic and play to her hearts content and fill the sea with her fuchia liquid without missing a beat. And even better she would not even have to clean her clothes, her wetsuit was already naturally suited for such a environment and in time the water would wash away any potential filth it might accrue, and besides, she somewhat enjoy the little warm feeling doing so gave off.

Yet for all her love of the sea she had to always return, a activity that would always turn her mood sour and melancholy. Back to responsibilities, back to her duties, and back to having to use the toilet. She'd always give off one last little piss before heading to land, trying to enjoy every last ounce of joy this small private gesture offered her. Though even away from the sea, whenever she had a moment of privacy, she'd relieve herself wherever she stood, coating her legs and wetsuit with her fluids. She'd always derive a small sense of satisfied defiance at this, feeling as if she was rebelling against the Empress with every drop that feel free. If she managed to get the floor dirty with her markings then so much the better, what more insulting and defining a way she could show off her utter disdain for the Condesce' tyrannical rule then by staining the ground she ruled with her very own piss?

Sometimes even she'd wait, refusing to use the restroom no matter how badly she'd need to go. No matter how much discomfort or even pain she suffered, she'd hold it in, knowing what she'd later do would be so worth it. She'd bide her times, holding or even clenching her legs shut if needed. If she fidgeted then so be it, if a few drops managed to escape then she'd accept it. But when at long last she had held in as much as she could, she'd finally open her legs wide and release a thick and seemingly endless stream of piss, drenching the floor beneath her and letting out a deep moan as her bladder emptied itself. Shuddering briefly afterwards before skipping off to parts unknown.

But even this was not enough. With each longer session she'd feel less and less defiant. Feeling as if the Empress was not truly getting the message and beginning to feel even slightly confined by her own repetitive rebellion. She needed to break free from what was becoming a regular occurance, whats more she needed to really send a message. And what better way then by staining the very throne of Alternia with the fuchsia piss of liberty!

So as always, Feferi waited. She drank as much liquid as possible, filling her bladder beyond it limits and straining herself more then ever before. Every step now nearly setting her off, every motion nearly causing her to let loose the dam. It was now causing her a immense pulsing pain yet she soldiered onwards. No matter what she had to do this, she would do this, no matter what she had to endure.

And after what seemed like a eternity of slowly, even agonizing steps, she finally made it the the personal throne and seat of the Empress herself. It was vacant at the moment, the Condesce off on some conquest of some unknown world, and aside from a few personal guards, the room was empty. The guards payed her no mind, her blood color granting her the right to wander the halls wherever she wished. Slowly she marched on, her entire body aching with the strain of having not refreshed itself in hours. A few beads of bright fuschia streaked down her legs, yet that was but a small amount compared to what swished inside her.

At long last she finally reached her target, and struggling not to collapse in equal parts exhaustion and relief she pried her legs apart and unleashed a massive tidal wave of urine, coating and soaking the entire chair with her liquid ammunition.

She lost track of how much time passed, letting herself enjoy the physical sensation of being able to finally empty herself and the mental exhilaration of being able to so fully insult her ancestor. She let her head go slack, moaning softly as she soaked both her clothes and everything beneath her, occasionally letting out a slight giggle. When she finally felt every last trace of her piss leave her she dusted herself off, and returned to her usual bubbly composure. The guards were aghast at what they had witnessed. Some even had dropped their weapons. All the better she thought, if such seasoned and typically resolute men and women were so shocked then she could only imagine how pissed the typically temperamental Empress would be. She pranced off, skipping and humming to herself as she left the throne room, giggling mischievously before saying to no one in particular "Good luck cleaning t)(at mess up buoys. 38)"