Butterflies and Buttercups (Star vs. The Forces of Evil)
"Marco!!"
The boy shot up in surprise, at the shrill voice coming from outside, and hit his head on hard wood. Letting out a pained groan, he grabbed the TV remote that he had dropped just a few seconds ago, and got out from under the table, before checking out the situation.
"What's wrong, Star?" He asked, still rubbing his head, as he reached the backyard, where his parents had planted a big, beautiful flowerbed a few weeks ago.
A flowerbed that, by now, looked kind of dried up.
Star was standing in front of it, looking at the boy like someone had killed a puppy right in front of her.
"Marco, look! Your parent's precious flowers are drying up!"
"Yeah, the californian weather will do that to you."
"I'm serious, Marco! This is no time for wisecracks. We gotta do something!"
"Like what? The guys outside are still doing maintenance on the water pipes. We won't have water until the next hour or so."
The girl actually snickered, looking at him like he was an idiot.
"Oh, Marco, Marco, Marco... You seem to forget that you're standing in the presence of a Butterfly, after all. Don't worry, I will conjure us some water right away."
Then what did you need me for?, he wanted to ask, but held back, as Star grabbed her trusty wand; a big, determined grin on her face.
"Once I'm done with this, all the flowers will have enough water to last them through the next drought!" She spoke, confidently, and swung her wand around.
The second that the spell had been cast, hissing could be heard, quickly followed by the sound of dripping. Marco looked all over the place, confused, as he tried to locate the source of the water.
Finally, his gaze fell on Star's frozen, blushing, mortified face... and then on the ground underneath her, where a puddle was forming.
Wait... What?!
"Uhhh, Star...?"
All hell broke loose. The panicking girl immediately shoved her hand in her crotch and crossed her legs, to no avail. Her water was running between her fingers, through her dress, down her legs and into her shoes...
Already, her clothes were heavily drenched and when she noticed the futility of her action, she changed tactics completely, removing her hand and spreading her legs as far as possible, as a clear, strong stream shot out between her legs, loudly splattering into the puddle below.
The puddle, that was quickly growing.
"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh-"
"Star, what happened?! Can't-... Can't you just, like, turn it off?"
"Does it look like I can turn it off?!"
The princess actually tried to stop it, to clamp down on her bladder, but it just. wasn't. working. Her bladder felt bloated, close to bursting, no matter how much she pissed out.
Like it was producing an endless supply of water...
"Oh god..." She whispered to herself in horror, as realization dawned on her. Then, she turned towards Marco, practically screaming in his face. "Get Glossaryck!!"
The boy wasted no time running inside the house and leaving Star alone with her mess. This was a disaster. The most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her, for sure.
And...... also the most pleasurable.
The teen let out a long sigh, as she relaxed her stiff posture and, with a blush on her cheeks, looked down at her puddle, as it reached more and more of the dry flowers.
Well, the spell was working as intended, she supposed. The garden was definitely getting watered. And the teen got to enjoy the potent feeling of relief; the kind you only get, when you're seconds away from an accident and finally get a chance to empty your bladder... well, without the emptying part, in her case.
...How long would her pissing go on, by the way? Until the whole garden was watered? Or for eternity, until she found a way to reverse it? Hopefully not the latter. She would hate to have to call her mom for her help, to have to explain this mistake to her.
"Star, I got him!"
The princess slowly turned towards the two, self-consciously pulling the front of her wet dress down, as the guys openly stared at the endless stream of water gushing out between her legs.
"Well, this is certainly something." Glossaryck eventually commented, not really helpful. Star gave him a pleading look.
"Please tell me you can stop it."
"Mmmh... Well, the boy did tell me, what you were trying to do, so I would suggest finishing that task first. Watering the flowers, I mean."
"And that will stop it?"
"It might. It might not. Until it's done, we won't know for sure."
Typical Glossaryck, unhelpful as always. Star grit her teeth in humiliation, as she started her slow walk of shame in front of her audience, going from flower to flower and spreading her legs over each one, thoroughly bathing it in her clear, sparkling stream.
At least Marco had the decency to look away, after a few seconds. Unlike Glossaryck, who kept intently staring at her, analyzing her magic.
The girl kept her red, burning head down the entire time, not wanting to look at the boys, as she openly did her business out in the open.
It was so humiliating, so mortifying... and yet she couldn't stop a few silent gasps from escaping her lips, as the torrent kept bursting out of her, drenching and wetting the dirt below, until the whole flowerbed looked like it had been through a violent rainstorm. God, this shouldn't feel good!
But just as the feeling was driving her nuts and Star began to fear, that she was actually drowning the flowers, the torrent, miraculously, started to lose power, until only a tiny dribble remained. A shiver came over her, as the last few drops escaped her entrance.
Then everything became quiet, as the princess could finally heave a sigh of relief. It was over. Star looked down, inspecting her wet clothes, and decided to take care of that problem right away.
Glossaryck looked at the retreating princess, calling out to her.
"Well, I suppose that, at the very least, you have learned a valuable lesson about magic today."
"I sure did, Glossaryck. I will never, ever use water spells again!"