Amenji
Story by DarnMutt on SoFurry
~1600 words. The original upload is from 2016 on my DarnMutt account on FA. I like to think my writing's better now than it was when I wrote this.
Overfill drew art below based on this story. Here's the link to view it on FA.
Wrapped in his bear pelt, Kiet was comfortable even sleeping on the ground in early winter. He was traveling and was currently between cities, so the pelt was the sole comfort he had, and he was grateful for it. He curled up in front of his campfire, said goodnight to his horse—the beast snorted—and pulled the fur around himself. The only things that disturbed him before sunrise were a few cold gusts of wind and a sneaking itch in his trousers.
Over the next three weeks, Kiet continued his travels through the countryside. He carried enough coin that he didn't worry for provisions, and besides had enough skill as a woodsman to fend for himself. By the time he was nearing his home village—he had a few hundred more kilometers to cover—he had come up with a wilderness condition he hadn't suffered before.
Typically, Kiet stopped during his travels to urinate every few hours, but over the past week, his breaks had become closer and closer together until he found himself pressed ceaslessly by the need to relieve himself. Each time he urinated, he seemed to produce less and less until he could squeeze out only a few drops at a time. More alarming than that was the pain in his bladder, and the fact that Kiet was sure it had swollen.
Kiet was slender, so the bump low on his abdomen was apparent to him. It was firm, and if he pressed it, a shock of pain and an intense desire to urinate assaulted him. The problem wasn't resolving on its own, and, in fact, seemed to be increasing in severity, so the next time Kiet came across a town with a doctor—he took a detour specifically to get to one—he stopped in.
The doctor was an aged man who eyed the young woodsman while he washed his hands in preparation for the examination. His voice was like rubbing wool.
"What ails you, traveler?"
Kiet shifted on the chair and winced. Every movement made him aware of his swollen bladder. "I have a problem urinating, and my bladder has swollen and is painful."
"Remove your shirt and push your trousers below your waist," the doctor said.
Kiet obeyed and unlaced his tunic, which he pulled off and set on the table beside him. His trousers he also unlaced and pushed to his hips. Once he was ready, the doctor came over and knelt by his side, and Kiet reclined so the man had access to his abdomen.
"Hmm." The doctor palpated Kiet's bladder and Kiet flinched. "I see. And how long have you had this problem?"
"Close to a fortnight, now," Kiet said, "if we're counting from the time I began to notice I had started to urinate more frequently."
"Hmm." The doctor pressed his palm to Kiet's abdomen. "Your case isn't severe. Your bladder is visibly bulging only about two centimeters." He stood. "It'll get worse before it gets better. This is a condition that will resolve itself in time. Given what you've told me, this sickness should pass in another week or two."
"A week or two?" Kiet asked. "How much worse will this get?"
The doctor eyed Kiet's abdomen. "I'd say you'll bulge another centimeter or two."
Kiet made a sound of distress. "This is painful as is. I can focus on nothing else. Is there some sort of medication you can give me to alleviate my symptoms?"
The doctor shook his head. "Unfortunately, you'll have to learn to live with this for a little longer until it passes, and it will pass. Once it does, I recommend seeing another doctor who has experience with amenji."
Amenji was a condition Kiet had never heard of. "How will I find a doctor who has experience with this disease?"
"Are you heading toward the capital?"
Kiet nodded.
"I know a Doctor Falhall there. He shouldn't be difficult to find if you ask around."
Kiet nodded and commit the name to memory. "Doctor Falhall. I understand. So, once the bulge recedes, I'll see him."
The old doctor nodded and gave Kiet one last lingering look while he put his tunic back on and laced it against himself.
Kiet's amenji worsened and the pain slowed his travels to a crawl. He found himself stopping by streams, disrobing from the waist down, and pouring frigid water over the bulge in his lower abdomen.
A week after seeing the old doctor, the pain in his bladder was accompanied by a crawling itch that Kiet couldn't begin to know how to satisfy. He walked beside his horse, panting and gasping, until he decided that his journey to the capital would have to stop until the amenji passed. He was nowhere near even a village, so he picked a forest clearing—he couldn't navigate rougher terrain in his condition—near a stream, then set up camp. His horse eyed him while he set down his bear pelt and lay on his back.
Kiet didn't stay down long before he went to the stream and started to pour water over his bulging, itching bladder. It brought him little relief, and with a groan, he headed back to camp.
In the night, Kiet was often awoken by the need to urinate—a need he tended to resist, because he knew little would trickle out if he didn't wait several hours between relieving himself. Around dawn, this need became pressing, more so than usual. His bladder felt heavy, like all the swelling had concentrated and pooled at the very bottom.
He stumbled out of his bear pelt and headed toward the stream. Kiet didn't know why he chose that location to relieve himself, but he didn't question it and decided he may as well start his painful day by trying to soothe the ache in his abdomen.
Kiet paused by a tree near the stream and dropped his trousers to mid-thigh to urinate, but he produced only a few drops of urine. That was unusual for the morning. Kiet tried again to relieve himself, but produced nothing. Perhaps the amenji had reached its worst point. Kiet felt like he would explode if the problem worsened, but he smothered his panic and removed his boots, socks, and trousers, and dunked his entire lower half into the stream's frigid water.
The cold water had the normal effect between Kiet's legs, but with that twinge of pain came a sharper twinge from his bladder. Kiet hefted himself out of the water and lay on the bank of the stream, panting, perspiration breaking out on his forehead. The crawling itch was worse than ever, and the throbbing in his bladder made his focus narrow in on it. The urge to urinate was upon him again, and he sat up, grit his teeth, and strained his muscles despite the pain.
Something stung in the low, heavy part of his bladder, but Kiet grit his teeth and continued to strain. He could feel something, like he was beginning to urinate a heavy syrup. Was that the condition? Had his urine been concentrating for the last month and he was finally able to excrete it?
The stinging pain crept down Kiet's urethra and he panted for breath and grit his teeth to keep from making a sound. He watched his soft penis and rubbed it in attempt to coax the syrupiness out of himself. When it finally emerged, he swallowed. The substance that began to drip from his cock was a pale yellow, which he expected, but then a blackness appeared behind the translucent syrup. The blackness wriggled.
Kiet jolted, but then froze. What emerged from his urethra, stretching it past the point of pain and into agony, was leech-ike in appearance, but the end of it tapered like an earthworm and moved like one, as if seeking out where it needed to be.
Kiet stopped breathing while the creature, as thick as his smallest finger, slipped its eight centimeter length out of his cock, dropped to the ground, and made its way toward the stream.
Another stinging pain settled low in his bladder, and Kiet was struck with the realization that, whatever this creature was, it had been causing the swelling in his bladder, and there were more of it.
He panted, near whimpered in pain while he rubbed his soft penis to coax out another black creature and the fluid that accompanied it. After the first, there was a second, and then a third, and Kiet stopped counting. Each leech-like creature stretched his urethra until the pain blended together into one constant, stinging ache. As if sensing their approaching freedom, they started to squirm in his bladder and urethra in earnest, and Kiet lay on his back, grit his teeth, and writhed in pain while they forced themselves out of him. He no longer had to rub his penis to encourage them. They fought for the exit, cramming themselves past the opening of his bladder and stacking on top of each other to expand his urethra until he was sure it would split.
The creatures slithered from Kiet's penis in masses, globs of blackness that untangled on the ground and wriggled toward the stream. It took all his restraint to keep from screaming when the pain was ripped fresh each time a knew group of creatures struggled to exit his body. He stared up at the sky without seeing it. Every sense was dedicated to the creatures slithering up and out of his penis.
After hours—Kiet knew because the sun was at the midday mark in the sky—the pain started to numb. The number of creatures slithering from his body thinned, and he sat up and looked down to see what would be the final creature slip from his penis and to the ground. He watched it struggle through the leaves, earth, and twigs and into the water. It wriggled to the bottom of the stream, then jetted off in the direction of the current.
Kiet gulped and closed his eyes. A few more drops of syrupy fluid dripped from the head of his penis and to the ground. His perspiration was cooling on his skin and reminding him that, while this was a warm early winter, it was early winter nevertheless. His legs refused to work, so instead of stand and attempt to walk back to camp, he sat there, shivering, every inch of him crawling in disgust with what he'd just experienced. How long would the pain stay to remind him of this?
Kiet gulped and looked down at his penis, which he took in his hand. A sound clawed its way out of his throat and he pressed his fingertip to the opening of his urethra. He could fit the tip of his finger in his stretched urethra, and he wondered if it would ever return to its former size, or if he would be stuck for life with this reminder of the horrible disease known as amenji.
"Doctor Falhall," he reminded himself while he gathered his clothing and got his legs under him.
Kiet's knees trembled, and he had to lean against a tree for several long minutes before he was able to dress and totter back to his makeshift camp. He would stay there for the remainder of the day and night and try to feel relieved that the swelling in his abdomen was gone, though the pain in his urethra was excruciating.
Doctor Falhall. He would travel to the city, see the man, and all would be well. His amenji had passed.