Featherweight's Secret
"Careful, Featherweight."
"I'm trying to be!"
"Do you realize what's at stake? Do you know happens if this doesn't work?"
"...All that work for nothing?"
"Countless hours gone to waste. Now, hurry! High tide's gonna be here any minute."
"Okay, okay!"
Featherweight took the scallop shell next to him. It was just small enough to be put on the front of their sand castle. Strenuous work was put into this masterpiece, and one small mistake could send the entire castle crumbling. Shaking with anticipation, he slowly moved the shell toward the castle's wall face. Slower and slower, he moved his hand toward the castle of packed sand. Slower and slower, his bladder was filling with the three bottles of water he drank before. Featherweight, despite his inner temptations, focused solely on the shell and the castle. As he approached, Featherweight started to sweat, and he didn't know from which he was sweating from, or if it was just sea water splashing on his face.
"Well, go on!" Rumble commanded, impatient.
Hastily, he put the shell on the castle and pulled back his arm just as quickly. Both Featherweight and Rumble exhaled in relief. It was finally done; their masterpiece that could rival any of Celestia's creations was complete. Their handiwork was glorious: a giant wall that pierced the skies with its parapets, a drawbridge to keep intruders from getting in or out, several flags hanging to symbolize their (and Luna's) reign, a poisonous moat so deep and wide that it could swallow a hydra whole, and to top it all off, a gigantic tower from which to rule the heavens.
In actuality, it was a jumbled group of pail-shaped cylinders, various palm twigs and leaves, and a shallow moat dug out by a toy shovel. However, the power of imagination oversaw such.
"Finally!" Rumble rejoiced, as he high-fived Featherweight. "Now, to fill in our moat."
Rumble lowered his Wonderbolt-style swimsuit slightly so that only an inch of his hind's crack was visible. Shuffling through his swimsuit a bit, he revealed his penis and aimed toward the empty moat. After some time, urine began to trickle to the sand and onto his foot, eventually turning into a spray, and then a stream. The pale yellow liquid hit the sand, where a wet spot was starting to form. Featherweight's own swimsuit was different than Rumble's; while Rumble's trunks went down to his knees, Featherweight's was somewhat like underwear, covering only his waist area and providing protection to his rear and genitals. It was patterned in black and yellow stripes, with cute black bumblebee wings on each hip. Despite the different format of his bathing suit and childish appearance, he liked it. It allowed him more freedom when swimming (or rather, dog paddling) and yet wasn't easy to fall off. Plus, the inner meshing was absorbent, preventing fluids from easily slipping in (and out) the suit.
"Didn't you say you needed to pee?" Rumble asked, still focusing his attention on his aim. Featherweight had asked during construction when his bladder was beginning to fill, and drinking bottles of water one after another didn't help him maintain his sanity.
Featherweight hesitated.
"Is there some place...more private to go?" He looked around.
"Why not do it here?" Rumble questioned. "My pee won't be enough to fill the entire moat, obviously. Your urgency makes this job easier. I know you're sensitive about people seeing your bits, but-"
Featherweight just stared, as if questioning Rumble back about their recent talk in the showers before arriving. Rumble sighed.
"You could go behind the toy shack over there, where we got our sand castle stuff," Rumble suggested, pointing one hand quickly toward the bamboo shed near the shoreline.
Thanking him, Featherweight rushed behind it, making sure Rumble couldn't peek from his angle. Sure, he's been becoming more comfortable with peeing in front of others since he joined the crew, but he still had a secret that he'd rather not have others finding out.
He had a pee fetish.
Featherweight, not surprising for his age, understandably didn't know what a fetish was, and as such didn't verify that it was. Nonetheless, something about the sensation felt good. He wouldn't say that he loved it, but rather like it as he would with fruit snacks, or grape juice. The warmth calmed him, and even though he got in trouble for it sometimes, he did it at the orphanage anyway, especially during the winter when his light bed sheets wouldn't do him any good.. Technically, it wasn't his fault most of the time; the older kids always put his hand in a jar of warm water while he was asleep, and sometimes when he laughed too hard his floodgates opened. For some reason, rather than the feeling of embarassment and humiliation, he felt relief instead. Of course, he also felt relief when he used the bathroom after swimming for a long time (he never learned to use a urinal at the time and would rather sit on a toilet), but this relief wasn't just relaxation; rather, it was a tingling feeling like when one when something good happened. That's how his fetish started, and he began experimenting since. He started peeing on his leg in the shower, peeing in the pool (either blaming someone else or not saying anything at all, of course), and even purposely wetting his underwear if he couldn't sleep. His fetish slowly started growing, from wetting in his swimsuit in the locker room when he had to go to drinking a lot of water to have the urge more often.
Even when he joined the Lunar Crusaders, though he had to be more restricted, he was able to discreetly continue his fetish. Now that he was taught to pee standing up, he could make sure that he could quickly aim toward his feet whenever he urinated. One time he even streaked onto the ship's deck after bed time and went off the thick railing. During his bath with Luna, though he was heading to the bathroom beforehand, peeing in the soapy, moderately warm water felt good. Of course, Luna wouldn't have it and scolded him, but as he said it was an accident (which partially it was), he was okay in the end.
He laid down parallel to the back wall, stomach facing upwards. He checked to make sure his swimsuit was on him firmly before calming himself. He closed his eyes and listened to the ambiance around the beach. The waves calmly pounded the shores nearby. Seagulls sounded from the sky as they flew around the territory for fish. Occasional clouds blocked out the sun momentarily only to move out of the way for the sun to continue shining on Featherweight's rather skinny, nonathletic body. The atmosphere was perfect, and it was time for release.
He calmed his bladder and let loose. His penis retracted as the liquid he was stockpiling began to flow onto his scrotum. He giggled at the tingling feeling inside his near-waterproof swimsuit, as fluids seeped all over his genitals and upper legs. Still on his back to prevent his swimwear from leaking, Featherweight sniffed the stench that undoubtedly came from his swimsuit . Even with his experiences in the past, he didn't like the smell of pee while he excreted. It's odor was strong and rotten, but ultimately he didn't care. By this point, even he laughed at the stench, knowing that it was his own doing. He ignored the smell to continue his pleasure. He knew, eventually, that the climax had yet to come. Drinking all that water helped him in the long run, because now he would be able to stay hydrated in the summer heat and simultaneously pleasure himself.
As Featherweight relieved, he could feel the climax beginning. The fountain continued, as his swimsuit stopped absorbing his juices and now filled with urine. His testicles slowly began to submerge under the golden liquid. Featherweight giggled more at the tingling from his penis. His bathing suit started to leak as urine seeped onto his legs and began running down. He felt impish, in a way, that he was able to pull off something considered unsightly in public when one of his friends was only meters away. This action, however, was a new experience to him, and there was no regret in mind.
To Featherweight's dismay, he felt his urination gradually ending. His fountain started to shoot lower and lower, until his penis fell sideways into the ocean of his trousers. Despite the relief ending, he continued laying down. He giggled once more at the swimsuit's stench, along with a clearly noticeable bulge of urine around the groin area of his suit. While his penis was flaccid now, its tip touching his leg, he still felt it swaying, like seaweed on the ocean floor. Occasionally he would shake his hips, letting his testicles swim through the liquid. The warmth was evenly distributed throughout his suit, and as such, he was in heaven.
"Featherweight!" a voice shouted, and there was no doubt it was Rumble's. "What's taking you so long?"
Featherweight panicked.
"I, uh, I'm just sunbathing!" he shouted back.
"Well, hurry back! Aren't we gonna swim now that it's high tide?"
But I'm so comfortable here...
"Well, are we?" Rumble called.
But the warmth...
Just then, he heard footsteps through the sand.
"Don't! I'm still-"
Featherweight cut himself off as Rumble peeked around the hut. Featherweight looked back at him timidly, as his full swimsuit was clearly visible. Rumble tilted his head not in disgust, but rather with a smirk as if he was ready to prank someone.
"Is that...what I think it is?" he asked.
Featherweight just looked toward his swimsuit then back at Rumble. He broke into tears. He was humiliated. This was his secret, and now everyone will know that he pees himself for fun. It couldn't possibly get any worse than this. And now Rumble, who was Featherweight's closest friend, even more than Pipsqueak, would make fun of him forever for it. It was the orphanage all over again.
Rumble, on the other hand, didn't know what to do behind his poker face. He wasn't disgusted, say, as sometimes he ended up having to wet himself as a little kid, but he couldn't say he wasn't surprised. He knew Featherweight was sensitive about peeing in front of others, but now he knew why. He took advantage of the leak-proof swimsuits and just pissed to his heart's content. There was a word that Luna called something like this, but he couldn't remember. After all, in two months he would be 12, so he was still rather young to know what most things were. However, since what Featherweight was doing is making him cry now that the cover's blown, his secret being found out must be pretty traumatic.
"Okay!" Featherweight sobbed. "Sometimes I like to pee myself because I can't hold pee well but it feels warm and my body tingles when it touches my legs and stuff and it's funny when I pee myself because it tickles and-"
"Enough," he said. "Stand up."
"But-"
A glare from Rumble caught his eyes and did the inevitable action. He stood up. The lack of security in his swimsuit disappeared, as a suspiciously colored waterfall fell from it. His legs were covered in urine, and now it was the end.
His rambling thoughts were interrupted when Rumble hugged him. He was about to continue when the elder pirate quieted him.
"Don't worry," he assured. "None of us are gonna judge you."
Featherweight retaliated.
"But it's weird, though, isn't it? I got made fun of it all the time at the orphanage and sometimes I'd pee myself because it'd help me get to sleep."
"You think Captain Pip and I haven't done it a few times?" he asked, smirking. "Granted, neither of us would go to those extremes, but honestly? It's not a big deal."
Featherweight's tears began to fade.
"So it's not bad?" he asked.
"As long as you aren't drinking it!" Rumble laughed and playfully smacked Featherweight's back, catching him off guard. "Honestly, why do you think we pee into a bucket on the ship?"
"Because it grosses bad pirates out?"
"That's part of it. As long as you aren't drinking your own pee, you'll be fine, okay?"
"O-Okay..." Featherweight said, finally hugging back. He figured it wouldn't come to that anyway. That was a waste of warm comfort that would go right into his mouth.
There was a pause between them.
"You know, Pip and I both pee in our swimsuits too." Rumble stated.
"You do?" Featherweight asked curiously. "But you pulled yours down to-"
"I wanted to fill our moat, remember?" he explained, interrupting him. "It was kind of a waste though, since most of my pee went into the sand and I only made a tiny puddle."
"What about that Dinky girl, though?" Featherweight asked. "She's a girl, and she'd be grossed out."
"Well," Rumble thought. "She'll have to adapt. Luna said pee is sterile, which means that it isn't dangerous. If she doesn't want to, so be it. That isn't stopping us."
Wind blew past them, shaking the trees.
"We should probably get you washed off." Rumble stated.
"But the castle is so far away though," Featherweight complained.
"Who said we had to wash there?"
Rumble then took off his own swimsuit and ran into the ocean, his exposed bits flopping as he did. Featherweight once again hesitated. He remembered that some of the older kids did something called skinny dipping in the middle of the night that was basically this.
"Come on!" he shouted, about knee-deep in the water.
Featherweight slipped off his bathing suit, kicked it off, then followed. He ran the entire way. He was glad to know he still belonged. His own penis was noticeably smaller than Rumble's due to his age, and when Rumble glanced, he shied away again and turned opposite.
"It's really small, I know," Featherweight stated embarrassed.
"And Pipsqueak's isn't?" Rumble laughed.
"What?"
"Nothing. Now shut up and play."
Rumble splashed some water into Featherweight's face before swimming deeper. Featherweight smiled.
"Come back here!" he shouted, as Featherweight attempted to swim after.