Piss Tournament [Part 1]

Morning came faster than expected, partly due to the fact that Ayumi and I ended up talking until dawn about the history of the Piss Wars, and partly due to my supercharged coffee, which increased my focus to the point of feeling like time had sped up. Mie made herself comfortable on my bed shortly after dinner, falling into a deep slumber after telling her parents she would be staying over at my place, which was a fairly normal occurrence for us.

Having properly washed both the girls' and my own school uniforms during our long night, we were prim, proper, and clean as we headed out into the beautiful autumn morning.

Somehow, I had survived Ayumi's subtle temptations for sex throughout the night, remembering my position as a Mie-lover each time her soft snore whistled in the air of my bedroom.

* * *

Arriving at Pissu Academy with time to spare, having said goodbye to Mie along the way, Ayumi and I took our seats side by side as we waited for the bell to signal the start of class. Among the new faces I had yet to grow accustomed to here in class 1-P, murmurs about a sort of sports day event flooded the room as faces smiled happily.

"I've already chugged plenty of Pocari this morning! I'm saving my urine for the relay race!"

"Last night, I think I finally shot my first real piss bullet!"

"Still, I wonder if the seniors are going to win this year. Legend has it that Pissu Academy upperclassmen never lose the Piss Tournament!"

I turned my gaze toward Ayumi, who seemed as shocked as I was to hear the words "Piss Tournament."

"Um... Ayumi-san, what are they talking about?"
I muttered, sensing she had forgotten to mention something important last night during our conversation.

"Right... the Piss Tournament. I kinda forgot about it. You joined at a really busy time in the year, Ryu-chan."
Despite her words, Ayumi let out a nervous giggle.

"You're telling me that on my second day here at Pissu Academy, and with zero hours of sleep, I have to compete in a Piss Tournament with people I don't even know?!"
I held my head in my palms, unable to comprehend that in just a few minutes, I would be subject to grueling amounts of urination.
"You would think that Akari would warn me about this, given the fact that he appointed me as the student council event coordinator."

Ayumi's face lit up briefly, followed shortly by a smile, as if she had remembered something important.
"Oh, that's right! We're in the student council, Ryu-chan! Do you know what that means?!"

"No, I don't. It's quite literally only my second day here,"
I grunted.

"It means that we, as student council members, are allowed to opt out of one event of our choosing to ensure the Piss Tournament is running smoothly! Basically, if you suck at long-distance flow for example, you could choose to opt out of the long distance competition to oversee the event!"

I see. Personally speaking, I do have some trouble when it comes to manipulating my own Dragon's Flow. While my regular flow is, self proclaimed, an S rank, my gifted urine's dragon has only seen combat one time. Not to mention, it would be best to keep my dragon under wraps for the time being. Standing out isn't my thing, and if the students learned I am a Dragon's Flow wielder, things could get dicey. I'll have to read over the events for the day and choose the most ideal one to skip out on. Looks like I'll have to rely on sheer piss strength and technique today.

"Good thing I brought some of my special blended coffee today, Ayumi-san. We're gonna need it for more than just staying awake."
I took a swig from my thermos, handing the steamy beverage to Ayumi for support.

"True. Good looking out, Ryu-chan."
Ayumi delicately sipped the drink, offering an immediate look of disgust before pulling away.
"Blegh! What is this, tar?! The acidity levels are off the charts. This can hardly be called coffee; it's damn near just pure caffeine!"

"You'll be surprised with how well it works, both in terms of caffeination and strengthening flow. Drink up!"

* * *

Here at Pissu Academy, due to the frequent lack of clothing during training, the school has a rule that all genders alike are subject to change into their gym clothes together in unison. For some, this task proved impossible, and by some, I mean the male students in particular. Most of the females and others, namely the gender fluid and non-binary students, had no problem with undressing, and even used the time to play and joke around. For us males, with such delicate and fragile flesh poles, hiding an erection served as a nearly impossible task.

"I've never seen a real-life futanari before... it's kind of confusing to look at."
I whispered to a nearby classmate.

The boy nodded seriously, bringing my ear closer to whisper back,
"That's RinRin, surname unknown. RinRin has the body, face, and anatomy of a female, yet through their panties, you can clearly see the throbbing, veiny outline of a shaft. Not to mention, it's bigger than half the male students'."

Another student chimed in,
"I've heard that RinRin once shot a piss bullet so powerful it sent another student to the hospital during training. Not only that, but they even took pride in the fact that said student almost passed away from the injury."

I gulped.

RinRin seems like a troublesome opponent. I may have to do my best to avoid battling against them in the Piss Tournament later. I'll be sure to ask Akari about the matchups before starting each event.

Walking in line behind my classmates toward the track, I stayed directly behind RinRin, studying the shape of their body from behind. They didn't seem to have much muscle mass, and could even be considered a bit average-looking when it came to their face, but their hair left much to be desired. Bright blue with streaks of teal under their roots.

"Okay, classes, line up by classroom number!"
Kiiro Akari shouted through a megaphone, his loud voice forcing each student to submit to his authority.

"Today is the thirty-seventh official Pissu Academy Piss Tournament! I expect you all to surpass your limits today in hopes of a brighter future! To the second and third-year students, you already know the drill, but for the first-year students,"
Akari looked directly at me,
"Do not be discouraged! You may find your ability to be lackluster in comparison to your senpai's, but practice makes perfect. You, too, have the power to help end the Piss Wars with your determination!"

In unison, every first-year student exclaimed,
"Yes, sir!"
and fell into line to check their match-ups on the bulletin board beside the field.

Following suit, I quickly scanned over the pairings and various events on the board.

Let's see. Event one is target annihilation. Basically, it's a small obstacle course where you and a team of four battle against a team of upperclassmen to destroy ceramic targets and reach the end. Event two, stream battle. You have to collide your own stream with another student to overpower them in a sort of reverse tug-of-war. Event three, piss toss. Similar to Tamaire, or bean bag tosses on normal sports days, you must aim your stream upward and piss into a large bucket; the first team to fill theirs wins. Event four, the relay race. In this race, you must manipulate your flow to 'run' for you. When your stream's flow reaches the next person on your team, you must perform a piss baton pass and the other person takes over to do the same until the finish line. Finally, event five, for those brave enough to participate, Demon eradication. From what it sounds like, Pissu Academy holds a small abundance of Demons in an arena where combatants can demonstrate their skills by battling them to the death. Not only is it amazing training, but a way to prove yourself to the higher ups who fund and watch over Pissu Academy.

"Wow, looks like we're paired up for event three together, Ryu-chan!"
Ayumi smiled, nudging my shoulder with her own.

"That's true. I'm glad to have a friend in at least one of these events."
I let out a small sigh of relief.

"Well, it looks like you'll be in Junpei-senpai's team for event one. Personally, that's the event I'll probably sit out of. I already know I would dominate if I did it."
Ayumi began to stretch, loosening her muscles as I continued to read over the list.

Wait a minute... For event one, my opponent's team has RinRin! Not only that, but events two, three, and four as well! Shit! I'm going to have to go against the famous futanari in every single competition!

"Which one are you going to sit out of, Ryu-chan?"
Ayumi tilted her gaze up at me, giving me an adorable look through her eyelashes.

"Probably event number four, the relay race. If at all possible, I want to keep my Dragon's Flow under wraps. I trust you, Ayumi-san, as well as the other student council members, to keep my secret for now, but I feel like if I revealed it to the public, I might make some enemies."

"That's pretty clever, Ryu-chan. Okay then, I'll be sure to see you in event three~"
With that, Ayumi happily trotted away, joining her team for the first event.

"Hey, you must be Sakamoto-kun. Looks like we're pitted against each other pretty often, huh?"
A cute, feminine voice appeared from behind me, followed by a light tapping on my shoulder.

I turned my head around, coming face to face with RinRin of all people. Their bright, teal eyes were burning through me, as if they could see my every secret.

"Yeah... I've heard about you, RinRin,"
I muttered.

"Yeah, I'm pretty famous. It's not every day a futanari appears, and one that has a god-like flow at that."
RinRin giggled.

"God-like flow means nothing unless you have the skill to back it up."
I extended my fist outward, using it to push them away from me.

Their breasts jiggled as they stumbled backward, a small, sultry laugh escaping their lips.
"Oh? That's big talk for a transfer student, Sakamoto-kun. Especially one with a two-inch cock."

My eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Perhaps you dont understand, because you were born a shower rather than a grower, but size means nothing when it comes to flow and stream strength. Besides, if I really wanted to, I could extend my cock to a whopping seven inches with just an erection!"

"Pft!"
RinRin let out a howl of laughter.
"Haha! Only seven? That's so cute! Maybe I'll show you just how big a real futanari can grow. I can't wait to crush you, Sakamoto-kun."

"Save that talk for the Piss Tournament, RinRin."
With those final words, I donned my white-colored headband, determined to crush my opponent with sheer piss strength and nothing more. Lack of sleep or not, I would prove that it takes more than talent to become a pisser of god-like quality.

"Let the thirty-seventh annual Piss Tournament commence!"