Of Desperation And Accidents

"Seriously, grandpa Rick, you always have it with you, all the damn time, how can you possibly forget it in the ship?!"
" F-fuck off, Sum-Sum. As if you never forget your stuff, in some- some stranger's house or so-something, whenever you go out, to party."
"Yeah, but in my case that was just some useless stuff. But, your portal gun? I'm just saying, this is sloppy, even by your standards... Especially by your standards."
"En- EnoOouuhrhg already! W-will you fucking crawl out of my ass, already?!"
"Maybe, when I'm no longer dangerously close to pissing myself!"
Morticia sighed, as she walked a short distance behind them. This night was already going badly...

It had been going badly, since the very beginning, in fact... at least for her.
She didn't know what she had expected, when she had agreed to accompany Summer and Rick, as they both decided to spend this entire friday night flying from planet to planet, nightclub to nightclub, and party hard.
...Now that she thought about it, she really should've expected this to be a low-grade disaster. Summer and Rick were kind of a mess, after all.
The warning signs were there, right from the beginning, when Rick - three strong, alien drinks in - tried to buy himself some intergalactic crack and then almost got into a fist fight with the drug dealer. And then, as they all went into his ship to check out the next planet, Rick, tipsy and still angry, had driven them straight through a giant meteor shower, almost giving Morticia a heart attack.

Ever since that incident, Morti had decided to be the designated driver, from then on - which also meant that she was pretty close to sober, as she didn't dare drink any alcoholic stuff.
The same could not be said for her relatives, though. Summer and Rick were fucking wasted, their feet unsteady and their speech quite slurred. Ironically, if you were just a stranger meeting them for the first time, you wouldn't even realize the severity of their intoxication, with how well the two could still handle themselves.
Aaah, the joys of living with seasoned alcoholics and drug users!
Morti sighed again.

Right now, the three were walking through the middle of a massive central plaza, in a giant, bustling city, after they had left the last night club.
More, like, been kicked out of it, thanks to Rick's antics.
Unfortunately for all of them, they didn't get an opportunity to visit the bathrooms first, before being thrown out. And now, hours worth of drinks were taking their heavy toll, on all of their bladders.
And, of course, Rick had to use thisspecific day to forget his portal gun in the ship... which meant a long and torturous walk back, all the way to the parking lot.

What else could go wrong, tonight?
Well, how about Morticia's yellow dress, that she had specifically been wearing for this event, getting soiled by booze, after a drunk alien had bumped into her and spilled his drink all over it? How about Summer and Rick teaming up together, to hurl complaints at Morti and shift all blame on her, each time one of the two fucked something up?
How about the fact that they couldn't find a public bathroom? Or that all privately owned shops either denied them entry to their bathrooms, or demanded a heavy fee, that Rick, out of stubbornness, was completely unwilling to pay?
To be fair to him, Rick could also be all out of money, at this point, thanks to all his mindless bets and gambling that he had done with the other patrons - one if the reasons, by the way, for why they had been kicked out.
Did Morti mention, yet, that her sister and grandpa were a mess?

"Uhh, god-fucking-damn it...!" Summer suddenly cursed out, between clenched teeth. She immediately stopped, mid-step, pressed her thighs urgently together and then shuddered, for multiple seconds.
Even with her legs closed, it was hard to miss the wet spot, that quickly formed in her crotch and then ran down her right pant leg. Morti's eyes widened, at the sight.
And then... it stopped, the redhead finally regaining control over her bladder, if just barely. Summer sighed softly, in relief... and then complained some more.

"I swear to god, if one of those shop owners doesn't let us use their bathroom, soon, I'm gonna fucking decapitate someone and piss down their throat!!"
"Eh, I-I wouldn't recommend it. ToOourho messy. And murder charges are a bitch an- and a half, to deal with. If you really wanna make a statement to those a-assholes, I'd say you make them really uUuurrncomfortable. Ruin their public pro- property, by pissing on it, or- or whatever..."
"And what, exactly, should I piss on, mister law degree?"
"I dunno. This - Urrp - this fountain, over there? That looks ni- nice enough."

It was indeed a nice fountain. Big, antiquated, with intricate decorations all over. Many aliens were sitting and standing all around it and many water pumps shot water all up into the sky and- Uuuh...
Morti frowned, her own thighs urgently pressing together, as the sight of all that spurting water made her bladder feel quite weak.
"Sure. Fuck it."
...Huh?

The brunette whirled her head around, just in time to see her sister and grandpa casually stumble towards it. They... weren't actually about to......?
"W- W-wait, Summer! ...Rick! Ar- Aren't you, like, go- gonna get in trouble, or something?!"
"Eh, should've provided more public bathrooms."
"D-damn right."
And with that, Rick stopped right in front of the fountain, clumsily fumbling around with his belt. Summer, meanwhile, actually stumbled right into the fountain, her shoes completely getting drenched by the water, where she lazily spread her legs.
All eyes were immediately on the two, the aliens gathered around said fountain looking on with both scandalized and amused expressions, as they realized what they were about to do. Some aliens even whipped out their phones, in preparation.
Morticia hid her flushed and embarrassed face behind her hands, suddenly wishing that the earth would just swallow her up.

And then... the splashing began. Strong. And loud. Even louder then the constant noise of the fountain. Morticia shuddered in sudden need, the sound of that splashing severely triggering her own aching bladder.
She couldn't help herself. Curiosity was quickly taking over and the teen carefully peeked over her hands, just to see what was going on.
Rick was still standing there, drunk as hell, but cool as a cucumber, as he lazily relieved himself right into the fountain. He clearly did not give a flying fuck about his large audience, judging by his indifferent expression.
Again, Morti couldn't help her curiosity. Against her better judgement, and completely on their own, her eyes moved further downward, towards his... crotch. Man, he could piss really far and strong, his pee flying in a wide and steady arch, before crashing down into the water, painting it a strong yellow and-
Why the fuck was she still watching this!? Especially, when the sight of this was almost making her wet herself, right on the spot?!

With a strong shudder, the flustered teen quickly ripped her eyes away from her grandpa... only to notice her sister. Morti blinked.
What was... Summer doing?
Peeing, obviously, but it looked like the redhead, in her heavy intoxication, had forgotten a couple of important steps.
Like, taking off her pants first.
Multiple, heavy rivulets ran down both her pant legs, painting the white material a strong and very obvious yellow, as Summer groaned loudly in relief, her eyes closed.
One amused bystander actually shouted in her direction, that she had forgotten to strip. Whether he meant it as a helpful piece of advice, a joke, or a way to see her half-naked was unclear.
Either way, he got that last wish.

Summer's eyes flew open in confusion and, upon looking down and seeing the mess, she cursed under her breath. She frantically pulled her pants and panties down, all while she was still pissing.
It didn't... quite work out.
With a loud cry of shock, she stumbled over her own pants and, with a mighty splash, landed on her ass, ruining all of her clothes in the process.
Oh and now she was sitting in the water, with spread open legs. Her naked crotch at full display, as the water between her legs continued to turn a bright shade of yellow.
Multiple cameras flashed in the crowd, perfectly capturing the redhead's bright crimson and embarrassed face.

And Morti...
Morti watched her relatives in silence. Embarrassed. Sympathetic. And longingly.
The brunette shuddered again, her own panties growing a little bit warmer, as she leaked into them.
Urgh. She needed to pee so bad...!
The teen hesitated, for just a moment, while she regarded the amused audience all around them, as well as Summer's shameful and humiliated expression. Morti really, really didn't wanna turn herself into a public spectacle, like this.
...But, if she didn't empty her bladder, right now, said bladder would do it for her, in just a minute, or two.
With a defeated sigh, she made her decision.

All eyes were glued on Morti, as the blushing brunette, with shivering legs and an unsteady, desperate walk, slowly moved towards the middle of the fountain. Once there, she awkwardly raised her dress - high enough, to reach her panties, but hopefully also low enough, to not give the interested audience too much of a view. She was suddenly immensely glad, that she had decided to wear this dress.
With her beet-red head bowed low, the entire time, she shoved one hand underneath her dress, carefully pushed her damp panties out of the way and then just... let go.

She had actually expected her tense and nervous body to take quite a while first, before it had relaxed enough for her to start peeing. But, apparently, her bursting bladder was so eager for relief, that it started immediately. Hot and steaming piss shot out of her, in a solid spray, crashing down into the fountain's water.
Morti gave off a quiet and long sigh and watched in a trance, as even more of the clear, sparkling water was being colored by her pee...

"STOP!! What do you guys think you're doing?!"
The sudden sound of a whistle, followed by a commanding yell, made the teen flinch in surprise. Looking up, she could see a policeman standing in front of them, his expression angry. Oh... Crap...
"Pissing. Ooohrpbviously." Rick burped, while he nonchalantly continued his business. Wait... how was Rick still pissing? Just how much water did he hold in ther-
"Well, you stop this, right now! This is public property!" The policeman continued, unamused. And then, his ire turned towards Morti. "And you stop, too, young miss! Ain't you got no shame?!"

She did, in fact. She felt very ashamed, especially when their audience began to quietly whisper and snicker, amongst themselves.
With a lot of effort, the shivering teen tried to close down her floodgates, desperately ignoring her bladder's angry protests. At first, she succeeded, her mighty stream gradually losing power, until it was only a soft trickle.
But that action alone took so much effort out of her, that it left her thighs quivering and her bladder screaming. And then-
She lost that little bit of control, her powerful torrent returning with a vengeance. Morti winced.
"I can't!" She whined, her voice high and desperate. "I can't stop!"
More giggles sounded in the audience. The policeman crossed his arms and shaked his head in disapproval. And Morticia closed her eyes in shame.
God, she had never felt so exposed and humiliated, in her entire life!

In the end, once their bladders were sufficiently empty and the blushing and humiliated girls had gotten dressed again, Rick had a ten-minute-long argument with that officer - also in front of the audience, who eagerly filmed the whole thing.
Once the officer started talking about taking all three of them to the police station, Rick just gave up the argument and instead kicked the guy in the balls, before running off with his granddaughters, all while the bystanders cheered and booed after them.
That should have been the end of it...



"So, uhh... dad." Beth's voice suddenly interrupted this silent, peaceful breakfast - her expression perfectly neutral and guarded, so far, but her voice slightly... annoyed? Judgemental? ...Uncomfortable?
Either way, it already didn't bode well.
"So, you remember how I talked with you about this whole public indecency thing and how you are supposed to set a better example for your grandkids? ...And, you know, not publicly embarrass them, or yourself?"
A loud clang echoed throughout the room, as Morti dropped her fork on the table, her fingers having gone numb. Summer suddenly seemed very interested in her phone, her eyes never leaving it. And Rick was chocking on his food.
All three had a flustered and mortified expression on their face.

As it turned out, the recording of their public spectacle had - just overnight - reached the daily top 100 on the intergalactic version of YouTube.
And, in the aftermath of this, Beth forbade all three of them from going out to party, for the next couple of weeks.

...Did Morti already mention that her family was a mess?