Playing Games
By: Golden Fantasy
The cool winds of the high altitudes provided more than ample lift to the next ledge. Kyree’s large wings easily captured the erratic gusts and she landed on the outcropping with all the grace of one of her Elven cousins. She quickly scanned the outcropping to make certain it was still stable, and that there was nothing waiting to surprise her. Once confident the ledge was secure, she turned her eyes to the vista she had just flown out of.
From this point, she could survey most of the valley of Kraytan. The outcropping was located about 2/3 of the way up the eastern wall of the valley. Looking to the left and right, she could watch the Tarzmuth River wind its way through the valley. The valley’s horses were out today, drinking from the cool waters of the Tarzmuth. Kyree was pleased to see a relatively young black colt drinking alongside a proud mare, obviously its mother. The sun was high enough still that it shone on most of the valley, making the river appear to sparkle and glimmer.
A second winged shape was climbing to the ledge as well, also flying in from the South, as Kyree had done. The wings on her back were beating much more rapidly than Kyree’s had. Being a Swooper, the wings on Avarel’s back were long and thin, instead of short and wide. This meant Avarel could perform aerial feats that Kyree couldn’t hope to imitate with her wider wings, but it also meant that long distance flights were slower and harder for Avarel. Nonetheless, her wings pumped hard, and moments later she alighted on the ledge with as much grace as Kyree had.
Avarel beamed a smile at her friend. "Been waiting long?"
"Not at all," Kyree smiled back. Considering they had left Aurex’ Cove five minutes ago, Avarel must have been pushing extremely hard to catch up with Kyree so soon. "There’s a new colt in the herd," she said, crouching down near the edge of the ledge and pointing with her right hand.
The cool winds blew across the bare skin of her outstretched arm. The valley wall was a bit of protection, but the wind was still cold enough to make Kyree’s nipples erect under her halter. The cool wind felt exhilarating over the bare parts of Kyree’s skin, which were much, considering the uniform for the Wings was simply a thong, along with a band of cloth which looped over each arm to contain the breasts for the females. All in all, it was quite practical. It cut down on wing resistance, and it wouldn’t interfere with a Flyers’ wings the way the Talons’ one piece uniforms would. Frankly, Kyree liked her uniform. She was very religious about staying in good shape, and enjoyed the attention she got by displaying so much of her trim body to the Talons and the other Wings.
As Avarel crouched down beside her, Kyree surreptitiously inspected her. Being a Talon, she wore the one-piece suit, which was her uniform. High cut in the legs, low cut in the top, and with large portions of the fabric in between removed, it showed almost as much of her firm body as Kyree’s did. The two girls often sparred together, and were in similar shape. Kyree was slightly the taller, standing 5’ 8" to Avarel’s 5’ 6". Avarel had the larger breasts though. The cold wind was affecting her too, Kyree could see, as her nipples poked out rock hard through the stretchy pink fabric.
Avarel followed along the length of Kyree’s arm. "Beautiful, isn’t he?" Avarel asked. Avarel loved animals. Kyree had known her friend would be thrilled. "Come on. The valley’s obviously secure, let’s get a closer look at the colt." Before Kyree could stand, Avarel had already leapt from her crouch into the air. Her long blonde hair blew out behind her in the wind. Not one to be left behind, Kyree quickly rose and leapt off the cliff. She let Avarel lead. She was sure that if she tried to arrive first, she’d spook the herd. Best to let Avarel land first. Besides, Kyree didn’t want to exert herself too much. The pressure in her bladder was growing, and she didn’t want to accidentally lose it yet.
The two landed amongst the herd. The colt was indeed newborn since the last patrol had come through. Avarel instantly made friends with it. Kyree was content to stroke the faces of some of the older horses. For some reason, Avarel could go to the animal without trouble, but if Kyree even seemed to be considering it the colt’s mother would place herself firmly between Kyree and the colt. Kyree had never understood Avarel’s gift with animals and probably never would. As she became more aware of her increasing urge to pee, she noticed Avarel also appeared to be jittery. Good. If they both had to go bad, then the game would be a good one today. Kyree smiled to herself. Soon, she promised her burdened bladder. To further enhance her need, Kyree went to the river and scooped several handfuls into her mouth. It was cold, and some of it ran down her chin and dripped onto the tops of her breasts.
Soon, it became apparent that if Avarel didn’t decide she was done soon, neither of them was going to make it to the game site. Avarel could scarcely stand still as she pet the colt and congratulated the mare. Kyree wasn’t so bad, but she knew that water would get through her soon. "Avarel, I think we’d better get going, or we aren’t going to make it," Kyree said over the mare’s back. She still was apparently forbidden to go near the colt.
"Kyree, if we wait just a few more minutes I know I’ll win. Please?"
"From the way your dancing, I’d say waiting a few minutes more would mean you'll pee your pants before we get there. I’m not even sure I can make it." Kyree cupped her hand between her legs to emphasize her point. This had the desired effect on Avarel. She apparently realized just how desperate she really was, because she was in the air in a flash, with Kyree right behind her.
As they flew alongside one another, Avarel said, "You’re right. I’m not sure I can make it. She withdrew her right arm from in front of her, and cupped it over the crotch of her uniform. Without her arms out, she was creating more drag, and slowing herself down. The position might help her hold her urine in longer, but it also meant that much longer until she could release her pent-up pee. Kyree’s smile grew even wider. If Avarel lost some and she didn’t, she’d win today for certain. She slowed her wing beats so that Avarel, now pumping her wings furiously, could keep up. Kyree was pretty desperate herself, but she figured she could hold it until they got to Maiden Ledge. A spasm in her bladder made her begin to wonder if maybe she should reconsider that. She came very close to putting a hand over her own crotch to hold on to her pee.
She tried to keep her desperation from her voice. "Are you going to make it, or should we just stop?"
Avarel grinned back at her fiercely. "Absolutely not! With the load of piss I’m carrying there’s no way you can beat me."
"Not if you let it all go in your pants." Kyree smiled. This would be fun.
By the time Maiden Ledge came into sight, she wasn’t so sure about it being fun anymore. She was flying with a hand cupped over herself now too. She was pushing in on her crotch quite hard to hold her pee inside until the game. She wasn’t so sure about how fun this was now. She didn’t have a problem with the thought of wetting her pants. It was the fact that she’d have to be debriefed in a peed uniform when she got back that had her a little upset. She envied Avarel. The pink material of her one-piece dried quickly in air, so she was safe if she dripped a bit. Kyree’s two-piece was plain cotton, and although it would hold a fair amount of wetness, which she liked, it also wouldn’t dry nearly so fast. Avarel was flying rather raggedly, and it was no wonder. With both hands jammed into her crotch, she had all the aerodynamics of a rock. The jolting ride she was giving herself caused her to moan in agony after any pretty severe bumps. Kyree was fairly certain Avarel wasn’t going to make it.
Maiden Ledge was a flat plateau part way up a strange mountain. The mountain was perfectly flat on its sides. No outcroppings or loose boulders marked its sides. If not for the strange nick made by Maiden Ledge, it would be a perfect stone cone. The two flew as fast as their wings could take them to that nick.
Avarel somehow put on a last burst of effort and landed on the ledge first. As Kyree touched down next to her, she noticed Avarel was softly chanting to herself. "Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee!" Avarel appeared to have a dilemma. She couldn’t play the game with her uniform on, but if she let go of her crotch to take her uniform off, she would almost certainly lose control and pee herself. Kyree was desperate to rip the bottom of her uniform off and play her game, but she also couldn’t resist watching her friend’s dilemma. Avarel was not impressed. "Would you stop watching me and pee you stupid roc!" she hissed through clenched teeth at Kyree. When she said ‘pee’ she obviously lost something. She let slip a quick, "Oh! Gods!" and pushed both hands as hard as she could against her pee-hole.
Kyree nearly laughed, except doing so would probably make her lose control too. She figured she had a second until Avarel decided how to escape her predicament. Deftly she hooked a finger through the waistband and out the leg holes of each side of her uniform bottom, and slid them quickly down her thighs and stepped out of them. She tossed them onto the ground beside her. She was right. Avarel was still clutching herself on the verge of panic. The winds here on Maiden Ledge were a warmer than in the valley, but not by a lot. As they blew across the bare skin of her mound, her bladder gave a horrific twinge, as if to use all of the hot urine inside her to heat her cooled outer parts. The wind had free play across her slit. She still found the stories funny, that humans had hair down there, over their slits. She couldn’t imagine not being able to admire the beauty of her female parts because of a mop of hair between her legs. She clutched her hands over her bare mound, pushing hard to hold on to it. "Come on Avarel! We have to do this both at once or it’s not as much fun."
Avarel seemed to be weighing her options in her mind. Finally, she seemed to come to a decision. Her hands flew away from her crotch and grabbed at the straps on her shoulder. Kyree could see that the pink material over her friend’s cunt had turned a very dark colour. She’d been right. Avarel had been unable to hold it in. As she watched, Avarel pissed in her uniform even more, as she no longer had her hands holding it in. The spot grew, and yellow streaks started running down her thighs. In a flash, Avarel pulled her uniform off her shoulders, down her body and off. She tossed the semi-wet garment on the ground near the bottom of Kyree’s uniform. "I envy you only having to take off a little bit." Avarel said for about the thousandth time since they’d been friends, and quickly clapped her hands back over her streaming slit. Golden urine ran through her fingers and down her firm thighs for a second before she got her bladder under control again.
Both ready, they hobbled with their hands over their hairless slits to the edge. Kyree’s nipples were poking through the top of her uniform, and were as hard as rocks. She heard an abrupt moan beside her. She saw a golden yellow stream spurt out over the ledge and down the side of the mountain. Avarel had started to piss. Not wanting to be left behind, Kyree slid her hand up her belly, clear of her pee-hole, put one finger on either side of her slit, spread her fingers and her cunt lips, and peed. Her amber piss sprayed almost horizontally out of her. As she pushed even harder, her stream seemed to stretch even farther away from her before beginning the long sparkling descent to the side of the mountain. It did no good. Avarel’s pee still outdistanced her arc by a good ten centimeters. She tossed a quick look at her friend. Avarel’s long blonde hair was being lightly tossed by the wind. Her nipples were erect, the shape of her tits such that her nipples pointed slightly upwards. The long fingers of each hand were firmly planted on either side of her cunt, holding the lips open to expose the pink insides. From the pink slit came a deep yellow stream of glittering urine. A small side stream of piss dripped down the length of her cunt and trickled off to fall on the ledge. Her eyes were closed, and her face was a mask of intense concentration. Her lips parted and a long moan of intense relief slipped out. Kyree felt such an intense sexual attraction to her friend at that moment, sharing a blissful piss on the mountainside, that she wanted to scream in frustration that they were expected back soon. Returning her attention to her own gradually diminishing pee stream, she thought about how wonderful it would be to be able to finish her pee and then make love to Avarel right here. Well, there was always this evening after lights out. Kyree fixed the image of Avarel moaning firmly in her mind, determining right then that this evening her friend wouldn’t be moaning from the pleasure of releasing her bladder. At least, not exclusively. Kyree’s stream slowly trickled down until it was simply a little waterfall pattering on the rock between her feet. Avarel was still pissing an arc out in front of her, although not nearly as far.
"I guess I win for endurance today, eh?" she smiled at Kyree.
Kyree’s cunt finished dribbling, and she turned away from the ledge. "And arc length too. We’ll have to check for quantity, but I’ll bet you won on all three today." Kyree walked over to their discarded uniforms. While Avarel was still making her last few spurts onto the ledge, Kyree picked up the stretchy pink uniform her friend wore. She put her hand inside the left breast cavity, and used the material to soak up the urine clinging to the inside of her slit. Kyree held out the uniform in front of her. Now, there were two darker pink spots on the suit. One would be between Avarel’s legs, and the other should be directly over her left nipple. Avarel brushed parts of her naked body against Avarel as she reached past her from behind and took her uniform. Without appearing to notice the wetness, she slid it on. Kyree had aimed properly. The chill of the drying piss caused Avarel’s nipple to stand up perfectly. Kyree checked the inside of her uniform bottom before sliding it on. No visible pee stains. Good.
After a quick inspection of one another, the two took wing. Looking down on the mountain from above, it was apparent who had won. The wet patch in front of where Avarel had been standing went at least a meter farther down the mountain than Kyree’s.
"Next time, I take back the championship," Kyree promised, as the two turned towards home.
END
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