Wet Dreams and Spurting Streams
Wet Dreams and Spurting Streams: Rarity
Rarity slept peacefully under her warm covers as the sunlight began to pour into the room. The sting of tightness in her bladder went unnoticed as her sweet dreams forfeited all awareness.
As she started to turn onto her side, the pressure building inside of her was too much for her small bladder to take. Drinking a glass of water before she fell asleep had been the unfortunate change in her routine that would lead to the predicament she would find herself in as she awoke that morning.
The rampaging waters of the dam became too much as the floodgates opened. Yellow liquid began to softly trickle out of the tiny pink hole that failed to be covered by the prestigious mare’s folds. She lay in a peaceful state of unconsciousness, oblivious to the fact that she was leaking sweet nectar down the side of her thigh. It dampened her clean, white fur and stained it an amber-yellow hue.
The gentle unicorn exhaled deeply in her sleep, letting her mouth open over the side of her pillow while warm saliva soaked into its comforting cover. Little did she know that the small breath of hot air she released had turned into a small, relieved moan as the urine trickling out of her started to spurt in a uniform stream.
If anypony had been with her, awake in the room, they would have heard the sound of a gentle patting as the stream made contact with the recently cleaned sheets. In an autonomous response to the new feeling of wetness soaking around her haunches, Rarity rolled gently to the side, manipulating her warm stream which then started to puddle again as the mattress struggled to soak the sheer volume of the liquid.
Her body must have started to recognize the failure of the urine to escape in a clean stream because she instinctively rolled once again onto her back, pulling the silk blankets up to her chin as the area around her vulva had become soaked with the slippery yellow substance. With the new blockage in front of her urethra, the urine spilling out simply started to soak into the expensive red comforter that lay on top of her genitals.
As her bladder started running out of salty liquid to expel, the stream slowed to a small trickle, and her subtle body movements had loosened up just enough of the comforter to allow the urine to start running over her folds. If somepony were to pull at her lower lips, and stare down into her pink lovehole, they would have seen a drip of urine pour out from the miniscule reservoir that had pooled inside.
A musky scent filled Rarity’s nostrils as her biological clock woke her a few moments later. A look of concern swept over her face as she realized she felt wet—not the kind of wetness that she felt when having intimate moments—rather, it was the eerie feeling of warm wetness that could only mean one thing: she had wet the bed.
Her pulse increased and she felt light-headed as she moved the red covers out from under her, unprepared to examine the damage. Her entire private area was dyed yellow with the warm solution partly seeping into her tail. Two large wet spots also stained the white sheets on her bed.
Rarity felt herself becoming flushed as her face turned crimson, realizing that Sweetie Belle had been staying with her and was sleeping on the couch downstairs. Her heart almost stopped as she turned to the window, noticing the bright sunlight beaming down into the room—she had woken up at her normal time. There was no doubt the young unicorn would be up and ready for the day.
She could feel panic overcoming her as she remembered there would be a long trek down the stairs to get to the bathroom. There was a strong possibility that her sister would see her in such a messy and embarrassing state.
Moving her body slowly over the edge of the bed, she got up onto her hooves. She heard a faint sound of a drip as she began to walk. She turned her head to the floor only to see a yellow bead of her juice on the floor.
She immediately realized that she would have to wipe herself if she didn’t want any more of the dampness dripping off of her haunches. With her magic, she pulled her drawers, cabinets, and any place where she would be able to find something to dry herself. All she could find was her fancy garments and socks. A thought came to her, but she instantly dismissed the idea in order to remove any chances of staining her clean clothes.
Rarity would have to make the trip through her boutique with a urine-soaked behind. She got horrifying shivers when she thought about anypony seeing her usually shiny coat dampened and discolored by her own liquids. If anypony saw her like this—even her sister—she wouldn’t be able to live with the shame for the rest of her life. Who knows what would happen if Sweetie Belle found out and told her friends that Rarity had wet the bed? She cringed, realizing she could become known as the bedwetting tailor!
Using her magic, Rarity covered the large yellow stains on the bed with the comforter so nopony would know if they happened to come into her room before she had a chance to clean up. She then slowly opened the door, and started walking toward the stairs, making sure to keep light on her hooves. As she made her way down the stairs, drip after drip of wetness fell from her backside and splashed to the ground.
Moving her forehoof to her loins, Rarity grudgingly wiped around the wettest part of her vulva, shivering with disgust as the liquid soaked into her hoof. If she was going to go any further, she didn’t want to deal with a trail of urine leading to the bathroom.
A feeling of disgust built up inside of her after every step, dreading every second she would have to be covered in her own secretions. The cool morning air inside of the boutique was starting to turn into a hindrance as the urine's warmth started to fade.
As she finally made it to the open area where she knew Sweetie Belle had slept, or possibly could be sleeping, she breathed a sigh of relief as she heard no obvious sounds.
"Hey Rarity!" Sweetie Belle yelled excitedly upon seeing her sister's face emerge into the room.
Rarity's eyes widened in sheer terror as the voice pierced her ears. In defense, her body backed up, slowly attempting to hide her backside behind the threshold of the room. "O-oh! Good morning, Sweetie, did you sleep well?" Rarity attempted to keep her tone as normal as possible.
"Of course!" the filly replied with a smile.
"Well, that's good to hear. Did you by any chance, eat breakfast yet?" Rarity’s only hope would be to get her sister into another room.
"Nope!" Sweetie Belle said as her stomach growled as if on cue.
"I'm going to go wash up for the day, feel free to get yourself some cereal and juice, dear."
"Alright, Rarity. Thanks!" Sweetie Belle smiled. With every intention of skipping the cereal, Sweetie Belle trotted away and disappeared into the kitchen, hoping that this time nothing she cooked would catch on fire.
"You're welcome." Rarity breathed a sigh of relief as she would be able make her way to the bathroom without her sister finding out. With her heart pumping faster and faster she accelerated across the boutique, aiming to get the bathroom.
"Hey Rarity!" Sweetie Belle called out, popping her head out of the kitchen. "Can Scootaloo and Applebloom come over today?"
The filly's voice almost gave Rarity a heart attack, forcing her to turn her backside awkwardly away from Sweetie Belle’s line of sight. "That's fine, dear," she said, hoping to get Sweetie back into the kitchen.
"Yay! Cutie Mark Crusader meeting at Rarity's!" Sweetie Belle said as she started humming the Cutie Mark Crusader theme song and got back to pouring the ingredients.
Simultaneously, a splash of thick sweat and excess urine fell to the ground as Rarity's world came back to her. Without any more distractions, she trotted as quickly and as quietly as she could to the bathroom.
By the time the bathroom door closed behind her, Rarity had ran out of breath, exhaling and inhaling with heavy sighs as she finally found some relief from the messy morning.
A magical glow appeared over the shower knob as it turned and water began pouring from the head. Moving her hoof to the stream, she waited until the temperature was hot and steamy—just how she liked it.
Slowly, Rarity moved her head under the water, feeling her mane becoming soaked under the refreshing stream. She sighed deeply in relief as her entire body became saturated with the soothing water. After such a stressful morning, she thought that it might be a good idea to relieve a little stress in the moment of privacy.
Moving herself so her crotch was facing the rushing water, Rarity let out a soft moan as the warm water ponded onto her sensitive vulva and washed all of the yellow stains out from where she had wet herself.
A louder moan escaped her lips as she used her magic to hover the shower head closer to her backside. After using her magic to block all the holes in the shower head except for the middle three, the water started shooting out in a thick, pressurised stream. With exasperated sighs of desire, she aimed the hot stream at the small dot below her fleshy, pink opening.
She could feel warm arousal brewing in her lovehole as the stream caressed her nerve endings. The pleasure heightened as she thought about what would have happened if she had came across a gentlestallion after she had wet the bed.
Rarity imagined the stallion's tongue sweeping over her urine-soaked vulva, tasting her liquids, and cleaning out the uncomfortableness.
Feeling herself closer to climax, Rarity allowed the stream to get closer as the water rushing past her clit brought her over the edge. Her body quaked in ecstasy as she let out a long, unsuppressed moan, hoping it would be sufficiently suppressed by the bathroom walls. As she felt the waves of pleasure start to die down, her body relaxed, and the liquid that had stayed trapped in her urinary tract started to rush out.
Rarity felt dirty knowing she was intentionally peeing in the shower, but she thought today would be the best time to give herself a break. The tiny droplets of yellow spurted out and glistened on the ground before they were promptly washed away into the drain. Knowing that the fluid that had ruined her morning was all out of her system, she gave her privates one last sweep of the showerhead, and got back to her normal shower routine.
As Rarity cleaned herself in the shower, she dreaded having to wash her sheets and blanket. At least she could be happy nopony had seen her covered in her own urine. As she finally started slathering shampoo onto her silky mane, a horrendous beeping sound filled the boutique.
"Sweetie Belle!" she yelled fruitlessly at the shower wall, knowing she would now have to run out of the shower completely soaked and covered with shampoo.
