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It wouldn't be any different from normal.\n\nExcept...\n\nHer ears swiveled, and she glanced around the empty locker room. She normally wasn't the last to leave. It was usually Kyra, what with all the extra gear she had, but with Hannah being delayed and then taking her time in the shower, today the husky was the last one. The coach and assistant coach might sometimes hang around to sharpen skates or do other equipment maintenance but today wasn't one of those days, and even if they did, they weren't in the locker room for it...\n\nMusing silently, she looked over towards the bathroom, its door open. Sure, she could just make her usual trip, but she didn't HAVE to. She was the only one left, everyone else was gone, and she had no doubt what Chloe and Anna would do in a situation like this, particularly given their behavior at the party. Not that Hannah herself was innocent of that either – her tail began to wag as she reminisced about drenching the drawer full of clothes. She was sorely tempted to try and chase that same thrill again, and why not? The opportunity was right in front of her, and she remembered talking to Makayla while spraying the bed with her; Hannah had felt like it was the leaving of a visible mark that she enjoyed, and this would be a good chance to test the idea.\n\nNow, it was merely a matter of deciding where to have a little bit of fun. After all, the janitors came by nightly, and it wouldn't be any different than them cleaning up some stray water from the shower or a dropped water bottle. And they wouldn't know who had been using which spot in the locker room.\n\nA second thought came to her as she tried to consider where to go: why not right where she was? Her duffel bag was on the floor next to her, so she grabbed it and hauled it up onto the bench she was sitting on to keep it out of any imminent mess. Grabbing her stick and lying it across the top of the bag, she was satisfied that she wouldn't make a mess of her own things, and started undoing her jeans, pushing them down past her knees, following suit with her panties a moment later.\n\nLifting her legs up high and gripping the edge of the bench with her hands to keep steady, Hannah exhaled and relaxed her lower body, giving a sigh when she felt her release starting. A powerful stream shot from her slit, arching upwards only to break up into a shower of droplets at its peak that rained down onto the floor. Whereas most locker rooms would have had tiled flooring, the floors here were vulcanized rubber, which made it much easier to walk on while wearing skates, and it was still completely waterproof. Her spray made a much bigger mess than she was expecting, and it was surprisingly loud too, almost as loud as when one of the showers was going as her piss pattered onto the rubber surface. 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The fact that she had just decided to go where she was, instead of looking for a better or subtler spot, was somehow better... it was more liberating, in a way. She hadn't cared about who would clean it up or how – and still didn't. It wasn't her concern. But whoever it was, whichever janitor was on duty tonight... would find her mark, and see it in all its glory. They'd know someone had claimed that spot, however temporarily. They wouldn't know it was HER, no, and that was perhaps for the best, but they would still know that someone had decided to simply answer nature's call where she pleased. Only she would know who it truly was, but the thought gave her a dominant thrill that drove her tail to wave even faster. She shook her head and focused, returning her attention to fastening her jeans, gathering up her things, and leaving.\n\nShe couldn't help but notice how quickly her tail was wagging when she reached over to grab her bag. 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  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>Hannah&#039;s skates sent up a spray of ice shavings as she came to a stop by the bench, reaching over the boards to grab her water bottle as most of the rest of her team continued practicing skating and passing. Practice was nearly over, but she wasn&#039;t done yet, merely waiting for the coach and her assistant to set out another row of pucks for shooting practice. By the time the pucks were lined up she had drained the water bottle, and skated leisurely over to the row of pucks between the faceoff circles and the blue line.<br /><br />She glanced over at the goalie to make sure she was ready, and Kyra was already in position, crouched down and watching Hannah&#039;s approach. Kyra struck her stick against the ice to indicate she was good to go, and Hannah nodded, resting her stick behind the first puck and taking a deep breath before beginning. One after another she fired the pucks off towards the goal; one missed completely and struck the glass behind the net, but the rest were on target, or would have been if Kyra wasn&#039;t so on-point. She twisted and turned to block the shots with her pads, stick, and body, catching one in her glove, and of all the shots Hannah took, only two of them slipped past Kyra and into the net behind her.<br /><br />Even so, Hannah felt good about it; she&#039;d gotten almost all of the shots where she wanted them to go, and Kyra being an astoundingly good goalie didn&#039;t diminish her own skill at all. The assistant coach skated by to drop another few pucks for her to practice slap shots with, only one of which Hannah got into the net. That was it for her, so as they set up again she skated off to join the others at the far end of the rink while one of the other forwards passed her to take her turn at the net.<br /><br />A little while later the coach blew her whistle to signal the end of practice, for which Hannah was glad; it had been good, but she was exhausted. She was panting heavily as she made her way back to the bench, where Kyra was talking to the coach as the rest of the team tromped past her and into the locker room to get changed. She had taken off her goalie&#039;s mask, which she was holding under one arm; an arctic wolf, she had a similar build to Hannah, but while Hannah&#039;s fur was white on the front with gray on her back, Kyra&#039;s was pure white all over, with her long black hair tied into a ponytail.<br /><br />&quot;Hey, Hannah,&quot; the coach, a female lynx, called out with a gesture for her to come over. Staying on the ice, Hannah skated over and rested one gloved hand on the boards. Mostly she just had some comments and advice for Hannah based on her performance in practice, and for Kyra as well, after which she let them go and headed into the locker room, gathering up water bottles from behind the bench on the way.<br /><br />Hannah exhaled and glanced over at Kyra. &quot;It&#039;s always hard to tell if I&#039;m doing well or not when I&#039;m up against you,&quot; she remarked with a chuckle. &quot;I was sure that last slap shot was going to go in, but you snatched it right out of the air.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;You didn&#039;t make it easy,&quot; Kyra replied. &quot;I still let a few get past me.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;You&#039;re a much better goalie than I am a center,&quot; Hannah reassured her, &quot;I still think you should look into doing this professionally.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Maybe,&quot; Kyra replied, in a tone that indicated she didn&#039;t want to keep talking about it, so Hannah let it drop. They chatted briefly about other team members and an upcoming game before heading into the locker room with the other girls to get changed and, more importantly, take a shower to cool off. As soon as all of Hannah&#039;s equipment was in a pile on the bench next to her equipment bag, she went for the showers, which were largely empty with the rest of her team having had such a head start on her.<br /><br />Hannah&#039;s long fur was plastered against her body by the shower water, but it was refreshing, and she spent a little longer than necessary under it, her muscles still sore after the grueling practice session. When she got home she was just going to sprawl somewhere, and maybe see if Kaitlyn was streaming tonight.<br /><br />By the time she had gotten out and dried herself off, it was just her, Kyra, and one of the defense players left in the locker room, who was just finishing packing up her things. As Hannah got dressed into her t-shirt and jeans, the defender slung her duffel bag over her shoulder and left, so it was just Hannah and Kyra, and even then not for long before Kyra waved and bid Hannah goodbye. Hannah stopped folding her jersey to wave back, watching Kyra heft her heavy bag of equipment, heading out from the locker room and leaving Hannah alone.<br /><br />It was oddly quiet when she was the only one there, accompanied only by the hum of the fluorescent lights and the faint rumbling of the air conditioning. She stuffed the rest of her gear except her stick into her duffel bag, nagged the whole time by a pressure in her lower abdomen that came from all the water she had been drinking during practice. That was normal, though, and was merely a part of her usual post-practice routine: a quick trip to the bathroom once all her stuff was packed up, but before she left. It wouldn&#039;t be any different from normal.<br /><br />Except...<br /><br />Her ears swiveled, and she glanced around the empty locker room. She normally wasn&#039;t the last to leave. It was usually Kyra, what with all the extra gear she had, but with Hannah being delayed and then taking her time in the shower, today the husky was the last one. The coach and assistant coach might sometimes hang around to sharpen skates or do other equipment maintenance but today wasn&#039;t one of those days, and even if they did, they weren&#039;t in the locker room for it...<br /><br />Musing silently, she looked over towards the bathroom, its door open. Sure, she could just make her usual trip, but she didn&#039;t HAVE to. She was the only one left, everyone else was gone, and she had no doubt what Chloe and Anna would do in a situation like this, particularly given their behavior at the party. Not that Hannah herself was innocent of that either &ndash; her tail began to wag as she reminisced about drenching the drawer full of clothes. She was sorely tempted to try and chase that same thrill again, and why not? The opportunity was right in front of her, and she remembered talking to Makayla while spraying the bed with her; Hannah had felt like it was the leaving of a visible mark that she enjoyed, and this would be a good chance to test the idea.<br /><br />Now, it was merely a matter of deciding where to have a little bit of fun. After all, the janitors came by nightly, and it wouldn&#039;t be any different than them cleaning up some stray water from the shower or a dropped water bottle. And they wouldn&#039;t know who had been using which spot in the locker room.<br /><br />A second thought came to her as she tried to consider where to go: why not right where she was? Her duffel bag was on the floor next to her, so she grabbed it and hauled it up onto the bench she was sitting on to keep it out of any imminent mess. Grabbing her stick and lying it across the top of the bag, she was satisfied that she wouldn&#039;t make a mess of her own things, and started undoing her jeans, pushing them down past her knees, following suit with her panties a moment later.<br /><br />Lifting her legs up high and gripping the edge of the bench with her hands to keep steady, Hannah exhaled and relaxed her lower body, giving a sigh when she felt her release starting. A powerful stream shot from her slit, arching upwards only to break up into a shower of droplets at its peak that rained down onto the floor. Whereas most locker rooms would have had tiled flooring, the floors here were vulcanized rubber, which made it much easier to walk on while wearing skates, and it was still completely waterproof. Her spray made a much bigger mess than she was expecting, and it was surprisingly loud too, almost as loud as when one of the showers was going as her piss pattered onto the rubber surface. And yet that only added to the elation that Hannah was feeling as she stared between her legs at the torrent of urine she was unleashing onto the floor, listening to and watching it land, the numerous wet spots gradually merging together into a big puddle.<br /><br />As she continued to empty her bladder, the puddle spread outwards, reflecting the overhead fluorescent lights. She noticed she was breathing quickly, both enjoying the relief itself and also the excitement of what she was doing. It wasn&#039;t exactly a public space, but it wasn&#039;t a private one either like the car in the parking garage, or the party house had been. Someone else was going to find the mess she was making, but not until she was long gone, and something about that thrilled her. With a smirk she pushed harder for a moment, sending her stream gushing further forward, almost reaching the bench across from her, making an even bigger mess on the floor. The pattering of her pee on the floor and the hissing of it leaving her slit only added to the whole experience, and when she ran dry and her stream abruptly lost strength, the disappointment she felt was only mitigated by the fact that she left a wet line between herself and the puddle.<br /><br />For a few moments she panted, then dug into the pocket on her jeans awkwardly, still keeping her legs held up. If anyone came in right now, not only would they see the mess leading directly towards her, but they would see her bared slit as well, and while she didn&#039;t want that to happen, the possibility of it made her heart pound. Quickly, she pulled out a tissue to dry herself with, wiping her slit a few times before simply tossing the tissue aside, and then lowered her legs, careful to set her feet down in dry spots on the floor.<br /><br />As she stood up and pulled her jeans back up, making herself presentable, she admired the mess she had made. The fact that she had just decided to go where she was, instead of looking for a better or subtler spot, was somehow better... it was more liberating, in a way. She hadn&#039;t cared about who would clean it up or how &ndash; and still didn&#039;t. It wasn&#039;t her concern. But whoever it was, whichever janitor was on duty tonight... would find her mark, and see it in all its glory. They&#039;d know someone had claimed that spot, however temporarily. They wouldn&#039;t know it was HER, no, and that was perhaps for the best, but they would still know that someone had decided to simply answer nature&#039;s call where she pleased. Only she would know who it truly was, but the thought gave her a dominant thrill that drove her tail to wave even faster. She shook her head and focused, returning her attention to fastening her jeans, gathering up her things, and leaving.<br /><br />She couldn&#039;t help but notice how quickly her tail was wagging when she reached over to grab her bag. Chuckling to herself, she looked once more at the puddle on the floor, feeling satisfied. She remembered again what she had said to Makayla at the party, about how the mess itself was what excited her. Humming to herself and thinking it over, she couldn&#039;t argue that this didn&#039;t line up with that theory: the fact that the lights reflected off her puddle and made it even more obvious than it otherwise would have been, impossible to miss, was better than if that wasn&#039;t the case.<br /><br />She also recalled Makayla mentioning the thrill of being able to leave her mess there for someone else to deal with, and in a way, Hannah felt some of that too. Later on the janitor would come by and would have to spend time specifically to clean up the mark she had left. Maybe he&#039;d even be excited by it, for all she knew. She couldn&#039;t tell offhand if the idea of her puddle being found excited her more than the mark in the asylum that would stay there indefinitely &ndash; but both thoughts kept her tail a blur behind her.<br /><br />Still, she couldn&#039;t stick around forever. With one last glance as she zipped up her duffel bag and hauled it onto her back, she made her way for the door to leave, lost in thoughts of what she might be able to get away with next time...<br /></span>",
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