Lightningstruck Griffin 2: Lightning in a Pee Bottle
#2 of Lightningstruck Griffin
Gretchen felt jitters all over as she made her way through the hallways towards Grey's dorm. He had wanted to show her some research he had done and had invited her over, and Gretchen just felt so overwhelmed by the idea that he just wanted to spend time with her. She had figured, after her stunt with the lightning repellent and the lightning storm (it was still so hot to think that that had actually happened), it was almost surprising he'd ever want to talk to her again. He had revealed some pretty personal (and adorable) nicknames during that storm, and she didn't know how he could live with himself knowing she was now all in on those nicknames as well (n**s*** would always be her favorite, but she couldn't help but feel impartial to some of the new lesser known names as well).
But even more hot than the scenario was Grey himself, she hated putting him through that to express her crush (well, hated having to be mean like that, the hilarity of the results had been perfect), but she had to admit, it had been too good of an opportunity to have passed up.
And even after all that, he still invited her over.
Of course she wanted to like him for other aspects of himself as well, she did_like those aspects of him, his resourceful and kind personality was really fascinating, but his boyish hotness was just _so distracting.
By the time she reached the dorm, she could feel the energy all throughout herself. He had said he wanted to show her his research, an knowing him, that's just what he meant, but the thought of just being around him again was just so great. Reaching up, she knocked.
After a moment, the door opened up. When Grey saw her, his face lit up.
"Gretchen! Come on, come in."
He stepped aside to let her in, and Gretchen entered. Instantly, she felt a new wave come over her as she stepped into an entirely new atmosphere.
The room smelled like so much male; Gretchen felt her emotions bursting all throughout her, hardly able to be contained. What was wrong with her? She shouldn't be liking B.O. like this (even cute boyfriend B.O.). Why did male stuff always have to be so hot? (If he came over to her room, would he notice how female it smelled, the thought of it was too overwhelming to bear. Oh, why did males have to have a biologically weaker sense of smell? He probably wouldn't even notice. She'd have to invite him over to ask him sometime. Actually, that was a pretty weird reason to invite someone over. She'd have to think of something else...)
As Gretchen followed Grey across the room, admiring all the equipment he had acquired for his extracurricular studies, she noticed a bottle sitting on a desk out of place, filled with a strange golden liquid. Her face went red as the humor began to rise in her. Grey turned around to see what she was looking at, and suddenly went red as well.
"Oh uh, don't mind that," he said, rushing to hide it behind himself, "my roommate was in the bathroom all night, and... you know how roommates are."
Gretchen suppressed a snicker. She knew a thing or two about annoying roommates. Though in her case, she probably was the annoying roommate. After her first flight with Grey, during that whole night, she would keep bursting out in random uncontrollable fits of giggles. Her roommate could do nothing about it but moan, trying desperately to cover her ears with her pillow to find any resemblance of peace. Gretchen probably got hardly an hour worth of sleep that night, but it was worth it for that feeling she felt every time she began to doze off before being suddenly pulled back awake as she suddenly remembered how ridiculous the real world was.
"It's okay," Gretchen said, trying to get her act together. "Pee Bottles. It's normal. Though I tried to use on once. It did not go well."
Grey made a face, "I can imagine."
Gretchen burst red. He could imagine. She threw a paw to her mouth to suppress a giggle. Okay, she needed to stop trying to imagine him imagining stuff. She took a few breaths to recover.
"Okay, let's, uh... try to see that experiment you were working on," Gretchen said, trying to change the subject back to something that didn't spark her like this.
"Uh yes," Grey said, still feeling the awkwardness in the room, "Let's."
He led her past a couple other table with various thing going on there, then over to a desk where his computer sat open, clicked through a few pages, and finally opened up a software that showed a bunch of moving lines doing stuff. It looked fascinating. If Gretchen knew what it all meant.
"So you see, it's long been theorized that different types of lightning produce different types of properties," he pointed at a few lines, "the energy of each type can do different things, you remember about last time, right?"
He looked at her and they both blushed, he realized he wasn't sure he wanted to bring up last time.
"Okay," he said continuing, trying to remain matter-of-factly "As a Lightning Major, I'm naturally very curious about these different properties, the problem is, very few samples have ever been retrieved."
Gretchen looked curious, "Why not?"
"It's lightning," Grey responded, "You can never tell where it's going to strike. It's like... Catching lightning in a bottle."
He suddenly went quiet. Gretchen went still as the realization struck her, her gaze falling on the golden liquid filled bottle sitting on the desk across the room.
"Maybe you can," Gretchen said slowly.
Grey's eyes went wide, "I don't know what you're thinking but I don't like it."
"Remember the lightning repellent we tried? How it only worked on guys... or didn't work, whatever?"
"Uh-uh," Grey answered firmly, "I'm not trying anymore of your lightning repellent."
"You don't have to." Gretchen sighed, trying to get her thoughts together, "The point is, you could tell exactly where the lightning was going to strike," she snickered, "your weak spot. What if..." She rushed over to the bottle and picked it up, not thinking until after it was in her paws what kind of yuckiness must be all over it, ew... never mind, "What if this bottle... if the lightning repellent causes lightning to be drawn to your" snicker, "weak spot, what if it draws the lightning to this liquid as well? What if they react the same because they are both distinctly male!?"
Grey was really beginning to regret letting this strange girl into his room. "It's pee, everybody does that."
Gretchen unscrewed the lid and smelled, "It doesn't smell like mine to me."
Grey snatched the bottle from her paws and pulled it away, causing the liquid inside to slosh around inside, almost spilling out. Momentarily he panicked, but he fortunately got the waves under control before any accidents could be made. He screwed the lid back on and stood there a moment in silence.
Finally, "Why do you have to make being a male so embarrassing?"
"Trust me, you were already plenty embarrassing long before I showed up."
Oof! This girl was laying down some truths.
Grey was silent for another moment. Biologically, it did make sense. Finally, he sighed, "I am not flying into any more storms with your lightning repellant."
"That's all right," Gretchen said, "I can do it. I'm a girl, which means I can make it, because..." her face was flushing so much with the amusement of it all, "I don't have a weak spot! And you'll have to stand back and wait because you guys are just made too goofily for such a task- no fault of your own of course, just the misfortunes of your biology I guess." She was really having a hard time suppressing her laughter here.
Grey shifted his feet, hey, he liked his biology. But it was partially because Gretchen was so amused that he suddenly felt that way; she was so attractive whenever she cracked up over his biology like this. It made him blush with embarrassment to realize how much he liked it. "Why do you get to collect the lightning samples?"
"I mean, you can still come if you want," She would totally be all up for seeing him react to the storm again, but she guessed that was not something he had in his plans.
"No." Answered Grey resolutely. "You'll have to do it. Because you're a girl," he admitted grudgingly, "you don't have a... weak spot."
Gretchen covered her mouth, it was all she could do to speak without loosing it, "Well maybe you can prepare a second bottle while I'm out, because that's a task a girl can't do." Oh, this was all too much, how the humorous differences between them could play so well at designating certain tasks, it was as if guys and girls were meant to compliment eachother with their different skillsets, the boys with the more embarrassing task this time of course. "What is wrong with me?" she whimpered, trying to hold it all in.
"If you want all honesty," Grey said, "I think you're in heat."
At that, Gretchen lost it.
Gretchen stood along the mountaintops as the storm gathered on the horizon, she held Grey's Pee Bottle tightly in her paws.
"Are you sure you're up for this?" Grey asked again, "we don't even know if this will work. It's still theoretical, if even that."
"Absolutely. Lightning repellent?"
Grey handed her the lightning repellent and she sprayed it all over herself, even where it felt pretty awkward (fortunately, it wouldn't react to her the same way it would to Grey). Finally, done applying it to herself, she sprayed it all over the bottle, unscrewing the lid, she sprayed the repellent inside as well, she could only hope that it would react to the liquid the same way it reacted to... well, she was trying not to think of that, she had to keep it together right now.
"Okay, ready?" Grey asked. Gretchen nodded. "When you fly into the storm, hold the bottle toward the lightning, the moment it strikes, put the lid back on. And be careful, I know you're wearing lightning repellant, but..." Grey cringed, he still had bad memories of lightning repellant. He knew it didn't work that way for females, but still. Besides, this was his experiment, if anything happened to her during it...
"It's okay, just..." She chuckled, "Make sure to have another bottle for when I come back."
Grey went red. He didn't want to admit it, but he did really need to go. He'd been holding it in for quite some time actually.
Grey wasn't even sure this would work. If the lightning repellent just interacted wrong with male chemicals, why did it only cause the lighting to go for... the weak spot, and not the whole body. If it didn't go for anything else, then why should it go for the bottle, obviously, yes, the liquid would contain plenty of bodily chemicals, but the lightning repellent was something beyond a chemical reaction. Then again, Grey was pretty sure the lightning repellant's entire motive was to humiliate males like him and the most embarrassing regions of themselves, and this certainly was humiliating. That, and that alone gave him confidence this might work. The least he could do was to turn around that humiliation and use it to advance his research. And if he was successful, he'd be able to do something few scientists had ever done before, study actual lightning.
As Gretchen prepared her wings for flight, she turned to look at Grey, "Before I go, I should tell you, I've been perpetually in heat ever since I became a teenager." Then, with a burst of laughter, she burst into the air.
Grey just stood there flabbergasted.
Gretchen made her way over the stony peaks toward the dark clouds flashing along the horizon trying to put her humor behind her so she could concentrate. She held the bottle tight, ready for the moment when she would need it. The storm caused a reflexive rising of anxiety in her, but she knew from experience that the lightning repellent worked (at least on her). Still, she was basically asking the lighting to strike the thing in her paws without touching her, it was a risky move, testing the limits of the repellent, one she could only hope wouldn't backfire.
As the storm draw closer, she could feel it; almost imagine the static she would've felt on her fur without the repellant. The clouds over her head were almost black flashing with light, thunder rolled through the air. Breathing deep, she unscrewed the bottle.
Stillness...
Then BOOM! Lightning struck down from the sky, shooting right through the opening in the bottle. Then another, and another. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Strike after strike, all heading straight to the bottle with unbelievable force.
For a moment, Gretchen almost felt a sense of terror as the lightning flashed before her eyes, the pure ferocity of it, she felt the bottle in her paws, shuddering under the violence of the energy. For the first time, Gretchen truly got a sense of what it must have been like for Grey. Watching from a distance, she had never understood the pure merciless power of the electricity hitting him volt after volt. Practically holding it in her paws, she realized just how utterly terrifying the thought of being struck by one of these bolts was. Part of her wanted to feel sorry for what she had inflicted on Grey, but another part of her realized if it was truly this utterly terrifying to be so close to it, it was all the more hilarious to think that it had once struck Grey in his... (she snickered)boy exclusives.
Then, satisfied with her sample, Gretchen brought the lid down- just as a bolt of lightning shot from the sky, slipping into the bottle, right past her paws by the most minute of measure, right before it closed, totally not interested in her thanks to her lightning repellant.
And in an instant, the lighting died down, only a few flashes of light rolling in the clouds overhead. Still, silent, almost peaceful.
Screwing the lid tight, Gretchen lifted the bottle to inspect the contents inside, the golden liquid, now charged with electricity, sparkling every which way within the confines of the bottle.
She did it! Mission success!
Gretchen flew back over the mountains as fast as she could to the place where Grey was waiting.
"Did it work?" He asked as she landed.
Gretchen held out the bottle proudly, "See for yourself."
Grey took the bottle and watched in awe at the electricity sizzling inside.
Gretchen waited as he stood there just watching for a very long moment. Finally, the silence began to grow awkward. "Wow," she said, "I've never seen anyone with so much admiration over their own pee."
Grey instantly stopped what he was doing, looking all embarrassed.
"Oh, don't be embarrassed, you should feel proud, your pee can bring lightning down from the sky. My pee would never do that." Gretchen paused, and there was another awkward moment of silence. "You got another bottle for me?"
"Oh yeah," Grey said, taking out another bottle filled with the same type of liquid as earlier.
And with that, Gretchen set out to go again, heading in a different direction in hopes of collecting a different sample of lightning.
While Gretchen was gone, Grey prepared to fill a third bottle, when he suddenly realized a major problem, he had completely emptied himself on the last bottle, he had nothing left inside him to give here. Still, he tried, holding the bottle in place, struggling to go with all his will. He needed some water. But there wasn't any around. Grey sighed. He'd just have to wait for his body to be ready.
So there he stood there ready, hoping his body would hurry up. Finally, after what felt too long, it happened. And it was in that moment Gretchen arrived.
Grey gave a cry, and in shock, suddenly realizing what he was doing, Gretchen spun around, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she cried, "I didn't know you were going! I didn't see... any more than normal."
But she heard everything. Now that he finally got his body to go, it couldn't stop, a constant streaming sound pouring into the bottle. Gretchen turned red and suppressed a laugh.
"Ugh, I got some on my paws," he cried, trying to shake it off, only causing Gretchen to snicker some more.
Finally, Grey was done, "Okay, last one for today," he said screwing on the lid and handing the bottle to Gretchen (inspecting his slightly damp paw with a bit of disgust, he just hoped Gretchen didn't have any magic hand sanitizer or something). Grey was certain he had enough lightning for now, but more than anything, he felt he'd had enough humiliation to last one day.
When Gretchen returned with the final sample, Grey looked at them carefully, "Yes, I think they're different types, look at the colors, the slightly different hues if you look closely, though it's hard to tell with them being so bright."
"Yes, you're right," Gretchen said, genuinely curious, but she couldn't help one more wisecrack, "but at least all the pee looks the same."
Grey turned red; he would try to ignore that.
When they got back to Grey's room, he set up some monitors and hooked the bottles up to some nifty devices, and began his research. "Yes, definitely. The lightning samples are definitely different. Look." He inspected them closer, inviting Gretchen over to join him. "It might take a while to decipher what those differences mean, but this is more than probably any scientist has ever had access to before. Where did you collect each of these samples from again?"
Gretchen told him, providing the locations she had went to for each sample.
"Yes," he pulled out some whether charts, "Yes, wind from the west carried this one in here, this one was more to the north..." He ran to his weather radar machine and opened it, checking a few things out.
And so he continued. Gretchen could follow little of what he was saying and doing, but she stood there watching and listening, in love with his geeky nature when it came to something this subject.
And as Gretchen listened, she began to realize, as much as she enjoyed thinking how hot the embarrassing aspects of himself were, it felt nice to appreciate something else about him for awhile; it was nice to have a crush on someone you genuinely liked. She would continue liking the hilarious aspects of himself - of course, he was hot - but she would let it rest here right now, listening to him gush about his passion, and just liking him for that.
Grey got a lot of research done that night. He couldn't help but look at his new girlfriend with new admiration. The mission was successful, the world of lightning research would never be the same thanks to Gretchen's idea. Perhaps there was genius to her madness after all.
Grey just didn't look forward to telling the world how Lightning Collecting was done.