Mortal For a Day Chapter 2 & 3

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Chapter 2: The Rising Sun

Contains: Sex, public urination, piss vandalism

Celestenne woke up the next morning, the night before being foggy in her memory. However, what she did remember sparked immense joy; her mortal form explored the depths of Patricia’s body and she returned the favor. Presently, she rolled over in the feathery queen-sized bed to see Patty herself, lying asleep above the covers due to the heat, with beautiful olive skin, shapely breasts, and an immaculately manicured pussy with dried juices. Celeste wanted nothing more than to make this paragon of mortal-kind her own. She had known of a few gods and goddesses who had had flings with mortals, but taking a mortal as a partner? It was practically unheard of.

That was a problem to be dealt with at a later time, she currently had a different issue that needed solving: the twinge in her bladder that she had come to associate with a needed release of urine. Celeste reasoned that in her nude state, going downstairs to use the restroom might cause some of her pee to leak out prematurely. She decided she would scout for a place in the room to cause minimal damage. It was then her eye was caught by the window, more specifically the window box holding some red flowers. Plants needed fluids to survive, to her understanding, so perhaps her situation could be turned into a good deed! She quietly lifts the windowpane to allow herself access before hovering her bare rear overtop the flowerbed. After a few moments a small stream of warm piss leaked out onto the flowers below her. She moaned a sigh of near orgasmic relief as she settled into a more comfortable sitting position on the windowsill. As she moved, she felt the petals of one flower playfully graze her lips. Unconsciously she increased the force of her stream, becoming a focused torrent. With her head tilted back and eyes closed she did not notice the ferocious downpour supplanting the dirt and pooling beneath her.

“Well, what have we here?” Celeste suddenly heard before her.

Patty still in the buff standing before her, a stern glance on her face.

“I invite a nice girl over one night and next thing I know she’s pissing all over my precious begonias!”

“Patty, I… I meant no disrespect by it.” Celeste stammers trying and failing to stop her deluge.

Patty’s face changed to one of more playful amusement.

“Bahahaha! I’m just fucking with ya, sweetheart.” Patty replies.

“You mind if I join you?” Celeste nods, still recovering from the peppy girl’s practical joke. Patty hangs her plump rear over the sill as well landing even more forcefully than Celeste herself. She lets loose a violent flood that ricochets off the dirt and turning it to mud.

“Honestly, I’m surprised these things are still alive what with all I put them through”

There they were, two beautiful figures sitting atop an open window, bearing their bodies in a brazen act without a care in the world. Celeste wanted nothing more than for this moment to exist ad infinitum. Celeste was the first to wear her flow down to a trickle. Letting a few stray spurts loose, one of which shot past the window box and onto the cobblestone street below, she began to stand again before realizing stray droplets from her pussy would leak onto the floor.

“Just use the curtains, sweetie. It’s what I do”

Celeste, per Patty’s suggestion, went about dabbing herself with the brownish cloth beside her. It wasn’t long before Patty herself had her stream come to an end. Rising from her perch, Celeste could see the point of impact quite clearly in the dirt. One of the flowers was now barely hanging on, suspended over the side of the box with its roots exposed due to the abuse. Patty chatted up her mysterious partner while rubbing her slit clean with the opposite curtain.

“Say, while we’re talking friendly. I never did catch your name yesterday.”

Celestenne is suddenly hit with the predicament she put herself in. Would Patty believe her if she told her that she was the goddess after which this commune was named? Would she accept her if she knew the truth? Would she come to resent her if she lied?

“You seem a bit tongue-tied there, love. Don’t tell me you forgot!”

“Well, I simply… you see…” Celeste tried to squeak out.

“Oh, hun. Walking into a town you’ve never seen without clothes or name to speak of; you must have amnesia!”

Celeste resides herself to do what she must to be with the one she loves.

“No, Patricia. I’m afraid I have deceived you; I shall do so no longer. I am the goddess Celestenne, and I have made myself manifest in the material world to observe the lives of those who have lived in my name.”

“…. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Aw man, looks like you do know how to tell jokes.” Patty boisterously chuckles

“If you believe not my divinity, I will show you my true form.”

“Wait, you’re serious about this aren’t you?” Patty replies

“Be not afraid, for my form may be unknowable to mortal eyes” Celeste warns

“No, you don’t need to do that sweetie. I believe you” Patty softly replies

Celeste, certain she would be transforming, stops. Knowing this woman who she cared for above all others in this realm held that level of trust for her meant the world to her. Patty wrapped her arms around Celeste’s rigid form and gave her a warm embrace before leaning in for an impassioned kiss. Yet another moment Celeste wished she could hold forever.

A few minutes pass…

“Well, goddess of agriculture, how should we spend this day in the mortal plane?” Patty asked in a playful tone.

“I believe I’ve found ways to modify my mortal vessel.”

“Oh, how so?”

Celeste surrounds how lower body in holy light before emerging from it with a noticeable change, an erect penis where her pussy once was.

“Oh, wow. That can… certainly come in handy.”

“Shall I make use of my new abilities?”

Patty locks the goddess in a lustful gaze “We’ve got until sundown before the bar opens up, show me what you’ve got hun.”

Patty lays back on her mattress spreading her legs wide for her lover to take full advantage of.

Celeste standing above her instictively guides her newfound member into Patty’s awaiting lips. The new sensation is equal parts alien and euphoric, as she slowly slides her cock back and forth inside Patty, they both begin to moan in ecstasy.

“Oh fuck, Celeste” Patty whimpers

Eventually grabbing hold of her breasts, Celeste thrusts herself deeper into the womanhood of her nearest and dearest confidant. After a good while the two approach their sorely needed release

“Patty, I’m going to…” Celeste manages to utter

The two climax near simultaneously. Celeste’s dick throbbing inside of Patty who could not have asked for a better time.

“I’m gonna get us something to drink, if I can even walk straight that is.” Patty jokes as she slides off of Celeste’s softening shaft. She returns to the room with two glasses of a clear liquid.

“A nice vintage: doesn’t get you too drunk and goes right through me” she adds with a wink. The two down their beverages while sitting on the edge of the bed watching the afternoon sun.

“I love you, Celestenne.” Patty candidly blurts out.

Celeste looks at her with a warm smile. “I love you too, Patricia.”

 

Author's Note: I hope you all enjoy the love story aspect as much as I do. And, if not, look forward to Hamilton Ridge Vandal Part 3 then! Had a lotta personal life stuff to deal with so hope my quality hasn't dropped too drastically because of it. Goodnight everybody!

Edited February 22, 2022 by Peenicks
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Chapter 3: Duty Calls

As the two watch the sun slowly crawl down the dimming sky Patty notices a distinctive carriage cross the cobblestone streets.

“Ugh, aristocrats. Think they’re hot shit with the money they use to gussy themselves up instead of helping the needy.” Celeste hadn’t seen Patty filled with such principled disgust before.

“They deny needs from others for their own gain?” Celeste asks, genuinely puzzled.

“Pretty much, but their timing’s pretty good right now. Watch this!”

Patty clamors onto the windowsill, this time adopting a squat facing towards the street. She lines the slit of her pussy up with the passing carriage and releases a directed beam of hot piss. Celeste watches as the beam with little trouble reaches the square top of the carriage, making a loud splattering noise as it impacts the wooden exterior. Patty adjusts her aim as the carriage moves along its path.

“Gotten some good target practice in thanks to these guys. Hit the horse a couple of times my first go around but eventually I got the hang of it.” Patty boasts. Celeste clamoring onto the same space, aims her member toward the carriage as well. While she had Patty’s precision, her force was lacking. The projectile landed just shy of the top falling towards the wheels instead.

“Let me show you a trick I learned” Patty offers

Patty without much forewarning sticks her index finger directly in her girlfriend’s asshole.

“Now go.” Patty directs.

Although taken aback, Celeste obeys. Her stream has much more intensity than before and reaches a great distance longer, even overshooting the carriage. The two could faintly hear the men prattling in the carriage about how “simply dreadful the rain could be this time of year.” The two shared a hearty laugh at their expense. If only they knew that their gaudy vehicle was being used as toilet target practice.

“Damn, they moved out of range before I could finish this time.” Patty laments. Her disappointment quickly gives way to a mischievous grin, however.

“Well, we’ve still got an hour or so before the bar opens, time to hit the town and find the best place to find some relief.”

Celeste loved the way her girlfriend thought and went along with her plan. Celeste deciding to swap her member out for a vagina once more, and the two both deciding to wear maiden’s attire without any undergarments to speak of, they hit the streets of the commune looking for a spot to release their pent-up bladders. Fairly soon they arrive at the center of the commune, quieter than usual but still occupied. Celeste takes some newfound initiative and is the first to secure a pissing spot to call her own.

“It will be hard for you to top this.” Celeste confidently remarks. She daintily jaunts over to a small well, one of the community’s main sources of water. She lifts up the skirt beneath her buttocks plants her legs upon the mouth of the well and lets loose, busily urinating inside the water source for her own amusement.

“Woah, Celeste. I’m all for a little naughty fun but isn’t this a little much? These people need all this water, myself included.”

“Relax, Patty. I told you how I can manipulate my body’s properties, right? Well I gave my piss a healing property that I’m now generously giving to all the commune’s citizens.”

In truth, Celeste didn’t know if that was the case. She had imagined it, same as she did when manifesting her dick, but it had no physical effect that she could feel for herself.

“That is totally cheating! How am I supposed to find a naughtier spot than you now!?” Patty gawked

“I guess you’ll just have to forfeit.” Celeste playfully stated, having some spunk in her thanks to Patty’s influence. As she wiped the trickling droplets from her slit and rear with an inner fold of her skirt, she tauntingly flaunted her buttocks to Patty so that only she could see it.

“I’m gonna find a spot as good as yours, just you wait. In fact, I’m gonna piss… on you!”

Patty darted towards the center of the square and climbed atop the base of the statue lying in the center, the statue of Celestenne herself. Not caring of the attention, it brought her, she lifted her dress off entirely, leaning back on the base and inserting a finger in her asshole as she prepped to release the piss to end all pisses. Her pussy proudly aimed at the statue’s own, she fired off a concentrated stream of scalding golden piss. She spread her legs wide as the cascade of liquid payback ran down the statue’s right leg from the torso. Celeste, simply standing in awe of the arousingly disrespectful and brazen display, saw a crowd gather with a multitude of opinions on the matter apparent in their expressions. Patty’s flood crept higher on the statue, going from the pussy to the stomach to eventually resting on the statue’s exposed breast. She pissed with such intense force that the small nub of stone representing Celeste’s nipple was simply cleaved off. Patty cared not what those who gathered thought of her unabashedly desecrating the holy statue upon which the place she called home was erected. This playful competition got her fired up enough that in this moment, simply being an idol to her “competitor” was reason enough to assault it with everything she had. Tilting her head back in orgasmic relief, she could feel she was in the homestretch of her profane call of nature. Her stream worked back down the now glimmering stone effigy, passing by the naval and arriving on the previously untouched left leg and foot instead. In Patty’s satisfaction, she had time to dismount from the base while still mid-flow to gyrate her hips and slash the reflective plaque that laid beneath the statue that read simply “Celestenne, Goddess of Agriculture”. The last spurts of her pee were spent here before she rubbed her ass against the base itself to disperse the last of her amber urine.

All those gathered, Celeste included, were aghast at the site that had occurred before them. As she slipped back into her dress a cry was heard from the crowd.

“Quickly, take her to the Church of Celestenne to see to her punishment!”

Four or five people from the crowd seized her at once and dragged her into the church. Celeste quickly gave chase, she had egged her on too hard it seems and now it was up to her to resolve this mess.

 

Author's Note: I'm sure this all seems like a weird direction for the story, but trust me, I've gotta resolution to this I promise. As always, any and all feedback is appreciated!