Human disadvantages

The scrubbing was done, and Tinkerbell was wrapped in my coat, her skin glowing and fresh. But the peace didn't last long. She started shifting her weight from foot to foot. She bit her lip, clutching her lower stomach with both hands. Her brow furrowed in distress.

"Master," she whispered, her voice tight. "The scrubbing... it felt good outside. But inside... it feels wrong."

"Wrong how?" I asked, buttoning my cuffs.

"Pressure," she whined. "Right here." She pressed down on her pubic bone. "It hurts. It feels like a balloon is about to pop. Did the food do this? Is the fish fighting back?"

I realized immediately what was happening. "Tink... do fairies use the bathroom?"

She looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language. "Bathroom? No. We turn nectar into dust. We burn everything we eat. We don't... expel."

"Well," I said, suppressing a smirk. "Humans do. You have a bladder now, Tink. And since you ate a human meal and drank water last night, it's full. You need to piss."

"Piss?" She looked horrified. "That sounds gross. Peter used to do that off the side of the cloud. It smelled awful. I don't want to do that!"

"You don't have a choice," I said, walking over to her. "If you don't let it out, you will pop. Or you'll wet yourself, and then you really will smell like Peter."

She panicked. "No! No wet! Help me!"

I led her away from the basin to a small fissure in the rock floor where the spring water drained away into the darkness below. "Here," I commanded. "Stand here."

She looked down at the crack, then at me. "What do I do? I don't know the muscles! I've never had these muscles before!"

I moved behind her. "Spread your feet," I instructed, nudging her heels apart with my boots. "Wider." She obeyed, trembling. "Now, squat down. Like you're landing on a flower."

She lowered herself slowly, her back sliding down my chest until she was in a deep squat. My coat flared out around her, but the front was open, exposing her nakedness to the cool air. I reached around her waist. I placed my hands on her soft, bare thighs, right near her hips. "Relax," I whispered into her ear. "Push down. Just let go."

"I can't," she whimpered, clenching tight. "It feels scary. What if I break?"

I moved one hand to her lower belly, pressing gently on her distended bladder. "You won't break. Push against my hand, Tink. Release the seal."

The pressure of my hand was the trigger. She gasped, her head falling back against my shoulder. A steady, hissing stream of steaming, light yellow urine released from her. It splashed onto the stone and drained into the fissure.

"Oh!" she cried out, her face turning crimson. "Oh my gosh! It's coming out! It's so hot!"

"Good girl," I murmured, keeping my hand on her belly, feeling the bladder deflate beneath her smooth skin. "Empty it all out."

She went for a long time, a testament to her new human capacity. She watched the stream with a mix of shame and fascination, experiencing the primal relief of emptying a human body for the first time. Finally, the stream tapered off to a drip.

She stayed in the squat, panting. "I feel... better," she admitted. "The pain is gone." Then she looked down between her legs. "But now I'm dripping," she sniffled, tears pricking her eyes. "I just got scrubbed, and now my... my flower is dirty again. It smells bad."

"Stand up."

I helped her rise. She stood awkwardly, keeping her legs apart so her thighs wouldn't touch the wetness. She looked miserable. "I'm gross," she whispered. "I'm a gross human."

"You're not gross," I said, turning her around to face me. "You're natural."

I knelt down in front of her. Her eyes went wide. "Master? What are you doing?"

I gripped her hips and pulled her forward. Her vulva was glistening, swollen, and wet with the remnants of her release. "I told you I'd keep you clean," I said, looking up at her. "I finish the job."

I didn't hesitate. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against her. Tink shrieked, a sound of pure shock. "Master! No! That's the dirty part!"

I ignored her. I extended my tongue. I licked her clean. I lapped up the stray drops of urine, tasting the salty, musky tang of her new humanity. It was intimate, reclaiming her "filth" as my own. I swirled my tongue around her clit and her urethra, cleaning every inch of her.

Tink’s protests died in her throat. Her hands flew to my head, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Oh... oh, that feels..." Her knees shook. "It feels like sparks! Like dust!"

I kept licking until she was spotless, replacing the scent of urine with the slickness of my saliva. I gave her clit one last, hard suck. She gasped, arching her back, her nails digging into my scalp.

I pulled back. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "All clean," I said, standing up.

Tinkerbell stared at me, her mouth hanging open, her pupils blown wide. She looked down at herself, then up at me, a realization dawning in her eyes. "You..." she breathed, her voice trembling with disbelief. "You didn't turn away. You cleaned me with your mouth. Like it was nothing."

She threw her arms around my neck, burying her face in my chest, holding on tight as if I were the only solid thing in the world. "Peter wouldn't even hold my hand because he said girls were sticky," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "He thought growing up was gross. But you... you're not afraid of any part of me. Even the messy parts."

She squeezed me, exhaling a long, shaky breath against my neck. "Thank you," she murmured. "For showing me I don't have to be ashamed for my human form."