The four tomboys slipped through the darkened halls of the local art gallery, their sneakers silent on the polished floors. They moved with the grace of experienced burglars, despite the fact that they were only there to pull a mischievous prank.
"Shh, be quiet," whispered Jess, the de facto leader of the group. She was the tallest and most athletic of the four, with short, spiky hair and a mischievous grin. "We don't want to get caught."
The other girls nodded, their eyes wide with excitement. They made their way to the back of the gallery, where they found what they were looking for: the femboy's artwork.
The femboy was a new addition to their friend group, and the tomboys had never quite known what to make of him. He was delicate and sensitive, with a talent for creating beautiful, intricate paintings. The tomboys had always considered themselves to be "tough" girls, and they couldn't understand how someone so "girly" could be one of their friends.
As they looked at the femboy's paintings, the tomboys couldn't help but snicker and sneer. "These are so weak," said Sarah, the group's resident tough girl. She was built like a linebacker, with broad shoulders and a no-nonsense attitude. "Look at these pastel colors and pretty flowers. It's like something a little girl would paint."
The other girls giggled and nodded in agreement, making playful insults and joking about how "sensitive" the femboy must be.
But then, Jess had an idea. "Hey, let's play a prank on him," she said, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Let's all pee on his paintings, just to see his reaction."
The other girls eagerly agreed, and they all found a secluded spot behind a large sculpture. They relieved themselves on the artwork, laughing and cheering as they did so.
Once they were finished, they hurried back to their hiding spot, eager to see the femboy's reaction. They didn't have to wait long. The femboy arrived a few minutes later, and his face fell when he saw the state of his beloved paintings.
The tomboys watched with glee as the femboy's eyes filled with tears, and he started to sob. They couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and power at having ruined the femboy's precious artwork.
But then, something strange happened. The femboy's sobs turned into full-blown wails, and the tomboys found themselves mesmerized by the sheer force of his emotions. They all started to feel a strange, unfamiliar sensation in their bodies.
They realized, with a mixture of shock and excitement, that they were all getting turned on by the femboy's tears.
They started to touch themselves, moaning and gasping as they did so. The femboy, still sobbing, didn't notice the tomboys' growing arousal. He was too consumed by his own emotions.
The tomboys continued to touch themselves, their moans and gasps growing louder and more intense. They all reached their climax at the same time, their bodies shaking with pleasure.
As they came down from their high, they looked at each other with a mixture of guilt and excitement. They knew they'd just ruined an innocent femboy's life with their urine, but they couldn't deny the intense orgasm they just experienced.
They slipped away from the gallery, still buzzing with excitement and arousal. They knew they'd never forget this night, and they couldn't wait to see what other mischief they could get up to together.
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