Unfathomable, too horrible to describe, disgusting beyond belief; Towa had never been more scared in her life but her horror could not compare to whatever Bibi was feeling. She watched the little ball of sin squirm and wiggle next to her. The educational movie played in the background, occasional screams rang out, replaced by the more interesting spectacle of Bibi’s discomfort. She scooped the little devil up and brought him up to eye level.

        “Bibi… As a devil you should have no problem watching- AAAAIIIIEEE!” Towa’s last nerve finally broke as the tv erupted with a piercing scream. Her hands shot to her face pulling poor Bibi along for the ride. She felt hot. No… He was hot. It spread through her mouth. Acidic, salty, sharp. Little Bibi was squished against her face, his little… thing poured relief down her throat. It kept pouring down, this Niagara Falls so tangy and warm. With no choice but to swallow she… gulped. Towa felt its journey deep down to her tummy. Heat pulsed down her throat, each mouthful bringing warmth to the core of her body. That strong sharp flavor clung to her mouth even as Bibi’s last drops disappeared.

        The little tv woman was murdered by the psychotic yuppie as her screams rang out into the silent room. Both Towa and Bibi frozen in place. Bibi drifted down to Towa’s lap as her arms lost their strength. He jumped down, ran down the hall, and went to sleep thoroughly bored of Towa’s antics. As to the devil in question, the porcelain girl licked at her lips; A bitter aftertaste lingered even as the warmth dissipated. It felt awfully cold.

        “Bibi!” Towa waited in the kitchen, bowl of water in hand. Sweat poured down her brow, the salty liquid stinging her eyes. The little ball of darkness and misery barreled into the kitchen, its wings spread uselessly. He peered at the bowl in front of him, Towa’s flushed face hovering above. Its little body shook side to side, a full body rejection to the water provided.

        “Are you sure? It’s really hot in here, doesn’t that make you thirsty?” Towa wrung her hands as she pleaded, “oh! Are you full? Do you need the toilet?” She reached for Bibi but he dodged, nimbly flipping over her hands. He ran between her legs off to some dark corner of the house. Towa was hot on his trail but the little demon proved too fast. “Bibi! It’s not healthy to hold it in! Bibi… ugh, annoying.”

        Here be devils. Roaming these halls was a monster of singular perversion. Its thundering footsteps boomed in the distance. Down in the darkest recesses of Towa’s abode. In the forgotten corners where only the undesirable found shelter; Bibi squirmed underneath Towa’s bed. She was right, he did have to pee. That mounting pressure deep within held back only by willpower and a devil’s strength, but he couldn’t hold it in. Bibi shuffled out from under the bed making sure no one was near. Only after being fully confident did little Bibi run out- right into Towa’s clutches.

        Rapture arrived as a wiggling ball. She watched him fight her but her powerful grip held him back. “Come on Bibi. Don’t hold back.” The pressure in Bibi’s bladder reached its limit, not helped at all by the pressure from Towa’s grasp. “Ahh~” She opened her mouth but aiming Bibi’s pee proved pretty problematic. Powerful piss pelted Towa’s sweaty face just barely missing her drooling lips. Lifting him up fixed her mistake, finally fulfilling Towa’s frightful fixation for fluids of Bibi’s fabrication. The boiling liquid hit her mouth somehow stronger than the last time she’d had it. It dripped down her chin, bitter and acrid. She swallowed and swallowed but it was never enough. The fiery feeling that filled her chest with every gulp of Bibi’s beautiful gift could never satisfy that dark desire dwelling deep within. Her face was left drenched as were her clothes although she would’ve sacrificed more for a fraction of this bliss. Bibi’s limp body lay in her hands as Towa savored that heavenly pleasure only he could provide. With a final kiss she let him go, watching him roll under her bed. “Night night Bibi. Tomorrow will be a big day.”

        Tomorrow was a big day. For both Towa and Bibi. At the living room table they sat. Towa with a couple glass jars ready for use. Opposite was Bibi, a lawyer, and a restraining order. It seemed Hell didn’t take too kindly to piss fetishists.