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Fox drained his glass as well and left it behind, and the two of them made their way through the crowds as subtly as they could, maneuvering around the edge of the bar to get to their target. He was still at the back of the line when they both stepped up behind him, putting themselves between Wolf and the bar exits.\n\n\"If it isn't the one and only Star Wolf himself,\" Fox taunted from directly behind his adversary.\n\nWolf's hand went to the handle of the blaster at his hip, and he turned and gave Fox a glare with his good eye. \"Hmph. Don't get too cocky, Star Fox,\" Wolf sneered, leaning on the wall behind him and crossing one leg over the other as he let go of his blaster. \"This is neutral territory. You have no authority here. If you start any trouble, you'll be thrown out on your mangy asses.\"\n\n\"Who says we're looking to start trouble?\" Falco replied, folding his wing-arms. \"We're just standing in line for the toilets like you are. 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Glaring at them, he noticed Falco's shifting from one foot to the other and taunted, \"I've been drinking a lot, you see, so once I get in there you might want to expect a long, long wait...\"\n\nFox rolled his eyes, but Falco grimaced a little bit, squeezing his legs together. \"Nothing's too underhanded for you, is it?\" he grumbled.\n\n\"How long have you been here?\" Fox asked, acting casual. Despite his outward appearance, he wasn't doing any better than the other two – he was just doing a better job at hiding it. He still had to piss and the discomfort in his lower belly was growing, but he kept his expression neutral with some effort.\n\nWolf gave a chuckle. \"Long enough. You two idiots need to be more attentive. I've been watching you this whole time.\" His body tensed briefly as he felt another pang of desperation, but he shook it off. \"I've seen you sitting up there drinking at the bar all night long...\" In a mocking tone of voice he went on, \"After all that booze, no wonder you're in line with me. But it's no use. I look forward to seeing the great Star Fox and his cohort pissing themselves in public.\"\n\n\"Hah! Not likely,\" Falco asserted despite his crossed legs. \"I've held it for twice as long before. But it'll be a real treat to see you wet yourself like a little baby wolf right in front of us.\"\n\n\"You'll have to try harder than that, Wolf,\" Fox agreed, at least outwardly. If the line didn't start moving soon, all three of them would be in trouble.\n\n\"Will I?\" Wolf scoffed, \"Or will I simply need to wait?\"\n\nThe line had finally moved forward by only one person, so Wolf made a big show of stepping up and leaning back against the wall, crossing his legs again to try and hide his desperation. Falco cut ahead of Fox to lean on the wall next to Wolf in a similar pose, his wing-arms still folded, legs crossed in a similar pose to Wolf. Fox remained where he was, watching the two of them impassively, trying to keep his movements small and subtle as he struggled with his own achingly full bladder.\n\nIt was a silent contest of wills between the three of them as Wolf kept his eye on the other two, save for occasional glances in front of him – but the line was at a standstill once again. \"What's taking so long...?\" Wolf grumbled under his breath, too low for the others to hear him amidst the background noise and music playing in the bar, as his shifting in place became more pronounced. Minutes went by and still the line didn't move. Normally he would have given up and simply left, but now, with those two next to him... it was more than just taking care of his body's needs. It was a matter of pride, and he wasn't going to back down so easily!\n\n\"I think he's cracking,\" Fox whispered to Falco, leaning over towards his wingman.\n\n\"He ain't the only one,\" Falco muttered, one eye closed, clenching his beak shut. \"Why is this taking so long? Is Slippy in there or something?\"\n\nFox gave a snort, keeping his stoic facade going – but he, too, was starting to break under the strain, and merely keeping his legs tightly together wasn't going to cut it for much longer. Fox kept his eyes on Wolf, refusing to give him even a moment of respite, forcing Fox's adversary to glare back and attempt to fight his growing need to piss as subtly as he could.\n\nSomething had to break, and it was Falco, who trembled for a moment before putting one wing between his legs and clutching hard. \"Okay, I ain't too proud to admit when I'm in real trouble,\" he groaned, his eyes shut tightly as he bounced on his feet. \"I've gotta piss bad. Really bad.\"\n\n\"What's the matter? Couldn't-\" Wolf began, only for an ill-timed surge of desperation to overcome him. His legs buckled and he held himself up against the wall, struggling for a moment before following Falco's lead and putting his other hand between his legs, squeezing the crotch of his leather pants to prevent a spill.\n\nFox merely crossed his legs a little more tightly as he looked at the other two, both of them hunched over a little with a hand between their legs. \"You haven't won yet,\" Falco taunted after a moment. \"This is just a little setback. I'm still good for hours.\"\n\n\"You need to work on your bluffing,\" Wolf retorted, baring his teeth to try and look as imposing as he could while struggling to stand. \"I'll still be here long after the two of you have made a mess – and fools – of yourselves.\"\n\nWhile the two of them were focused on each other, Fox slipped his right hand into the pocket of his pants, squeezing at his loins a little more subtly than the other two. The pressure was getting unbearable, with his bladder sending far more frequent protests as his regret for taking that one last drink grew with his desperation...\n\nThe line still didn't budge, much to Wolf's consternation, his face locked in a perpetual snarl as he held his hand between his legs, bouncing on his feet. Falco was only marginally more restrained, squirming in place rather than bouncing, though it wasn't long before he had both of his wing-arms between his legs to try and hold on as long as possible.\n\nEvery minute that dragged on felt like an hour. Wolf glared at both members of Star Fox whenever he wasn't checking the line, holding himself up on the wall with his left hand as his knees buckled and he crossed his legs over his right hand while grabbing his crotch. Falco was glaring back just as fiercely, shifting from one foot to the other constantly while his wing-arms remained between his legs. Even Fox was losing his cool, staring up at the ceiling while gripping himself through the pocket of his pants with both hands in an attempt to hang on for as long as possible.\n\nWolf growled deeply, his good eye closing as he shuddered in place. His whole body shuddered as his aching bladder threatened to release itself, his need almost completely unbearable. It was now or never. \"I'm going to break in there and kill whoever is hogging the toilet...!\" he snarled, reaching for his blaster with his right hand.\n\nBut taking his hand off of his crotch was the wrong move. He let out a gasp and tried to move his hand back, but he was too late, and he slumped a little with his eyes shut tight as he gritted his teeth, shaking his head and grimacing. \"No, no...! I can... I can hold it...!\" he declared, but it seemed clear that it was not the case, as his legs trembled again and he gasped sharply, his knees buckling; if not for his left hand on the wall, he would have fallen over.\n\nThe other two couldn't see what was happening, but Wolf certainly felt it: his own hot urine pouring down both legs of his pants, soaking through his fur. The leather pants were waterproof, which just meant that his piss soaked all the way down his legs as his over-strained bladder emptied itself into his pants. He clenched his muscles and gripped his crotch to no avail, the flow of his urine only slowing but not stopping. It reached the bottom of his pant legs and dripped out from them, difficult to notice at first in the dim lighting of the bar, but the puddles forming around his feet grew all the more rapidly as his legs were drenched well before he ran out of pee.\n\n\"Ugh... go ahead, laugh,\" he grumbled at the other two, opening his eye halfway. But his own leaking was making it harder for the other two: Falco was practically dancing in place as he hopped from one foot to the other, eyes shut tightly, both wing-arms between his legs. Fox was taking it with only marginally more grace – Wolf could see now that Fox had his hands in his pockets for a reason, and his teeth were gritted, one eye still open as he tried to keep an eye on Wolf and the mess he was making.\n\n\"Go on, join me,\" Wolf sneered, hoping to push them over the edge. As humiliating as it was to piss himself in public, his bladder still not empty as the expanding puddles around his feet met each other. \"I've got waterfalls going on over here. Listen to it splashing. You too could just let it all go...\"\n\n\"Aaaugh, I can't...!\" Falco groaned, trembling in place before resuming his dancing. \"I've gotta... hold on...!\"\n\nFox's teeth were gritted and he had his eyes shut. Just before Wolf could taunt him by telling him about going to a water planet next, Fox broke and slumped down onto his knees, doubling over at the waist. \"Uuugh, Falco, I...\" he groaned out, and Fox's brown pants suddenly darkened at the crotch. He took a deep breath and tried to hold on, but his bladder couldn't be restrained any longer. The piss stain on his pants spread out down his inner thighs, but the spot right over his crotch soon became so saturated that his yellow fluid soaked through completely and began dripping off the seat of his pants in a steady stream onto the metal floor beneath him. Fox took a deep breath and tried again to stop, but it was too late to do anything more than temporarily hold back the flow, and his bladder continued to empty.\n\n\"At least I... held out longest...!\" Falco consoled himself as he heard Fox's piss dripping onto the floor. He valiantly struggled just a little longer before his aching bladder overcame his tired muscles. At first there was just one squirt of piss, and Falco squeezed harder with his legs and wing-arms, stopping it from being anything more than that. \"Gotta hold on, I can't give in, I can't, I can't...!\"\n\nHe tried to hop from one foot to the other again, but Fox's groans behind him and the pattering of piss on the floor was just too much to handle. Falco felt another brief squirt of his piss escape him, and then after a second, he burst completely. His piss gushed into his own pants and soaked through them in seconds, cascading down his thighs. His blue feathers initially covered up the leak but soon it was so widespread that the darkening stain spread past them. He could even feel his piss soaking through his pants and getting his feathers wet, and he shuddered and shook his head, groaning in defeat. As if it wasn't bad enough that he was pissing himself, Wolf was there too...!\n\nFalco opened an eye, expecting to see Wolf taunting him. But he was gone, leaving only a big puddle and several wet footprints behind. Falco let out another groan as he pressed his wing-arms into his crotch, trying to regain control of his bladder fruitlessly. \"F-Fox...!\" he called out.\n\nFox groaned from behind him, piss still dripping from his pants and onto the puddle below him that he was kneeling in, soaking the lower front of his pants. \"I know, Falco, it's embarrassing...\"\n\n\"No, not that! Wolf's getting away!\" Falco told him. He wanted to give chase and took a step, only to shudder heavily, his urine still pouring down his legs all the way down into his boots, soaking his feet. \"Uuugh...!\"\n\nFox opened his eyes and looked around, spotting Wolf's puddles and footprints. \"He gave us the slip,\" Fox muttered, shaking his head, still gripping his crotch futilely. His bladder was finally emptying out, and his pants were drenched, continuing to drip on the floor even after he finished.\n\n\"Damn it,\" Falco muttered, feeling his boots gradually fill further with his own urine even after his stream came to an end, excess piss still running down his legs and pants. \"We've gotta get after him!\"\n\n\"No, let him go, this time,\" Fox muttered, struggling to get back to his feet, his soaked pants dripping onto the floor. \"I just want to get cleaned up and leave before the whole station is talking about this.\"\n",
  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>Fox took his drink and his change from the bar as Falco did the same, leaving the feline bartender to wander off to some other customers. The place was busy, but that was always the case for a bar at a space station located along major shipping lanes; there were always plenty of ships going one way or the other, and their pilots and passengers had little else to do while waiting for refuels or recharges but go for a drink, or two, or ten. The establishment itself was made entirely from metal: the floors, the bar counter, the walls, the tables, even the chairs except for the seat cushions. And like most such bars, it was kept dark and the music loud, making it a common place for criminal dealings.<br /><br />Falco turned around in his seat and leaned back against the bar, crossing his legs as he took a small sip from the small glass of liquid he was holding. &quot;We&#039;re wastin&#039; our time,&quot; Falco griped to Fox. &quot;If any of them are here, they&#039;ll have hightailed it the moment they saw us. Everyone in the whole system knows who we are.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Yeah, you&#039;re probably right,&quot; Fox conceded, swirling the contents of his shot glass thoughtfully. It didn&#039;t help that they were in their normal flight uniforms too: white jackets and brown pants, the former bearing the Star Fox emblem on the arms. It got them good service from the bartender, sure, but anyone with working eyes would recognize them even from behind. &quot;Let me finish my drink, stop by the bathroom, and we can go.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;You and me both. I&#039;m bursting over here but that line&#039;s only been getting longer,&quot; Falco grumbled. He peered through the crowd of bar patrons and the staff wandering around, spotting the line for the toilets at the back, which was almost reaching the bar entrance from how long it was. It was longer than when he had last checked, too, with a couple of extra patrons in line, including...<br /><br />&quot;Well, hello,&quot; Falco mused, sitting up a little more. &quot;Maybe this wasn&#039;t a waste of time after all.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Huh?&quot; Fox asked as he turned in his seat to look where Falco was looking. The avian motioned with his head to subtly point with his beak, and Fox saw it: at the back of the line for the bathrooms was none other than the leader of Star Wolf, wearing a black leather jacket and pants, trying to look incognito despite his shifting from foot to foot. &quot;Good eye, Falco. Shall we?&quot;<br /><br />Falco knocked back the rest of his drink and put the glass down on the bar with a loud &#039;thunk&#039;. &quot;Let&#039;s go,&quot; he agreed, getting up. Fox drained his glass as well and left it behind, and the two of them made their way through the crowds as subtly as they could, maneuvering around the edge of the bar to get to their target. He was still at the back of the line when they both stepped up behind him, putting themselves between Wolf and the bar exits.<br /><br />&quot;If it isn&#039;t the one and only Star Wolf himself,&quot; Fox taunted from directly behind his adversary.<br /><br />Wolf&#039;s hand went to the handle of the blaster at his hip, and he turned and gave Fox a glare with his good eye. &quot;Hmph. Don&#039;t get too cocky, Star Fox,&quot; Wolf sneered, leaning on the wall behind him and crossing one leg over the other as he let go of his blaster. &quot;This is neutral territory. You have no authority here. If you start any trouble, you&#039;ll be thrown out on your mangy asses.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Who says we&#039;re looking to start trouble?&quot; Falco replied, folding his wing-arms. &quot;We&#039;re just standing in line for the toilets like you are. Keeping an eye on you is a bonus.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Completely coincidentally, I&#039;m sure,&quot; Wolf growled sarcastically, grimacing briefly and pressing his legs more tightly together for a moment. He glanced ahead, but the line hadn&#039;t moved, so she turned his attention back to the duo behind him.<br /><br />&quot;Stranger things have happened,&quot; Fox said dismissively, putting his hands behind his head as he leaned on the wall. &quot;Where are your buddies?&quot;<br /><br />&quot;They left when YOU showed up,&quot; Wolf grumbled, shifting in place. &quot;But I&#039;m not afraid of General Pepper&#039;s lap-dogs.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;You sure about that? You&#039;re really quakin&#039; in your boots over there.&quot;<br /><br />Wolf&#039;s comeback was delayed by a sharp reminder from his bladder that he needed to get into the bathroom soon. &quot;Not because of you two,&quot; he snarled after regaining his composure. Glaring at them, he noticed Falco&#039;s shifting from one foot to the other and taunted, &quot;I&#039;ve been drinking a lot, you see, so once I get in there you might want to expect a long, long wait...&quot;<br /><br />Fox rolled his eyes, but Falco grimaced a little bit, squeezing his legs together. &quot;Nothing&#039;s too underhanded for you, is it?&quot; he grumbled.<br /><br />&quot;How long have you been here?&quot; Fox asked, acting casual. Despite his outward appearance, he wasn&#039;t doing any better than the other two &ndash; he was just doing a better job at hiding it. He still had to piss and the discomfort in his lower belly was growing, but he kept his expression neutral with some effort.<br /><br />Wolf gave a chuckle. &quot;Long enough. You two idiots need to be more attentive. I&#039;ve been watching you this whole time.&quot; His body tensed briefly as he felt another pang of desperation, but he shook it off. &quot;I&#039;ve seen you sitting up there drinking at the bar all night long...&quot; In a mocking tone of voice he went on, &quot;After all that booze, no wonder you&#039;re in line with me. But it&#039;s no use. I look forward to seeing the great Star Fox and his cohort pissing themselves in public.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Hah! Not likely,&quot; Falco asserted despite his crossed legs. &quot;I&#039;ve held it for twice as long before. But it&#039;ll be a real treat to see you wet yourself like a little baby wolf right in front of us.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;You&#039;ll have to try harder than that, Wolf,&quot; Fox agreed, at least outwardly. If the line didn&#039;t start moving soon, all three of them would be in trouble.<br /><br />&quot;Will I?&quot; Wolf scoffed, &quot;Or will I simply need to wait?&quot;<br /><br />The line had finally moved forward by only one person, so Wolf made a big show of stepping up and leaning back against the wall, crossing his legs again to try and hide his desperation. Falco cut ahead of Fox to lean on the wall next to Wolf in a similar pose, his wing-arms still folded, legs crossed in a similar pose to Wolf. Fox remained where he was, watching the two of them impassively, trying to keep his movements small and subtle as he struggled with his own achingly full bladder.<br /><br />It was a silent contest of wills between the three of them as Wolf kept his eye on the other two, save for occasional glances in front of him &ndash; but the line was at a standstill once again. &quot;What&#039;s taking so long...?&quot; Wolf grumbled under his breath, too low for the others to hear him amidst the background noise and music playing in the bar, as his shifting in place became more pronounced. Minutes went by and still the line didn&#039;t move. Normally he would have given up and simply left, but now, with those two next to him... it was more than just taking care of his body&#039;s needs. It was a matter of pride, and he wasn&#039;t going to back down so easily!<br /><br />&quot;I think he&#039;s cracking,&quot; Fox whispered to Falco, leaning over towards his wingman.<br /><br />&quot;He ain&#039;t the only one,&quot; Falco muttered, one eye closed, clenching his beak shut. &quot;Why is this taking so long? Is Slippy in there or something?&quot;<br /><br />Fox gave a snort, keeping his stoic facade going &ndash; but he, too, was starting to break under the strain, and merely keeping his legs tightly together wasn&#039;t going to cut it for much longer. Fox kept his eyes on Wolf, refusing to give him even a moment of respite, forcing Fox&#039;s adversary to glare back and attempt to fight his growing need to piss as subtly as he could.<br /><br />Something had to break, and it was Falco, who trembled for a moment before putting one wing between his legs and clutching hard. &quot;Okay, I ain&#039;t too proud to admit when I&#039;m in real trouble,&quot; he groaned, his eyes shut tightly as he bounced on his feet. &quot;I&#039;ve gotta piss bad. Really bad.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;What&#039;s the matter? Couldn&#039;t-&quot; Wolf began, only for an ill-timed surge of desperation to overcome him. His legs buckled and he held himself up against the wall, struggling for a moment before following Falco&#039;s lead and putting his other hand between his legs, squeezing the crotch of his leather pants to prevent a spill.<br /><br />Fox merely crossed his legs a little more tightly as he looked at the other two, both of them hunched over a little with a hand between their legs. &quot;You haven&#039;t won yet,&quot; Falco taunted after a moment. &quot;This is just a little setback. I&#039;m still good for hours.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;You need to work on your bluffing,&quot; Wolf retorted, baring his teeth to try and look as imposing as he could while struggling to stand. &quot;I&#039;ll still be here long after the two of you have made a mess &ndash; and fools &ndash; of yourselves.&quot;<br /><br />While the two of them were focused on each other, Fox slipped his right hand into the pocket of his pants, squeezing at his loins a little more subtly than the other two. The pressure was getting unbearable, with his bladder sending far more frequent protests as his regret for taking that one last drink grew with his desperation...<br /><br />The line still didn&#039;t budge, much to Wolf&#039;s consternation, his face locked in a perpetual snarl as he held his hand between his legs, bouncing on his feet. Falco was only marginally more restrained, squirming in place rather than bouncing, though it wasn&#039;t long before he had both of his wing-arms between his legs to try and hold on as long as possible.<br /><br />Every minute that dragged on felt like an hour. Wolf glared at both members of Star Fox whenever he wasn&#039;t checking the line, holding himself up on the wall with his left hand as his knees buckled and he crossed his legs over his right hand while grabbing his crotch. Falco was glaring back just as fiercely, shifting from one foot to the other constantly while his wing-arms remained between his legs. Even Fox was losing his cool, staring up at the ceiling while gripping himself through the pocket of his pants with both hands in an attempt to hang on for as long as possible.<br /><br />Wolf growled deeply, his good eye closing as he shuddered in place. His whole body shuddered as his aching bladder threatened to release itself, his need almost completely unbearable. It was now or never. &quot;I&#039;m going to break in there and kill whoever is hogging the toilet...!&quot; he snarled, reaching for his blaster with his right hand.<br /><br />But taking his hand off of his crotch was the wrong move. He let out a gasp and tried to move his hand back, but he was too late, and he slumped a little with his eyes shut tight as he gritted his teeth, shaking his head and grimacing. &quot;No, no...! I can... I can hold it...!&quot; he declared, but it seemed clear that it was not the case, as his legs trembled again and he gasped sharply, his knees buckling; if not for his left hand on the wall, he would have fallen over.<br /><br />The other two couldn&#039;t see what was happening, but Wolf certainly felt it: his own hot urine pouring down both legs of his pants, soaking through his fur. The leather pants were waterproof, which just meant that his piss soaked all the way down his legs as his over-strained bladder emptied itself into his pants. He clenched his muscles and gripped his crotch to no avail, the flow of his urine only slowing but not stopping. It reached the bottom of his pant legs and dripped out from them, difficult to notice at first in the dim lighting of the bar, but the puddles forming around his feet grew all the more rapidly as his legs were drenched well before he ran out of pee.<br /><br />&quot;Ugh... go ahead, laugh,&quot; he grumbled at the other two, opening his eye halfway. But his own leaking was making it harder for the other two: Falco was practically dancing in place as he hopped from one foot to the other, eyes shut tightly, both wing-arms between his legs. Fox was taking it with only marginally more grace &ndash; Wolf could see now that Fox had his hands in his pockets for a reason, and his teeth were gritted, one eye still open as he tried to keep an eye on Wolf and the mess he was making.<br /><br />&quot;Go on, join me,&quot; Wolf sneered, hoping to push them over the edge. As humiliating as it was to piss himself in public, his bladder still not empty as the expanding puddles around his feet met each other. &quot;I&#039;ve got waterfalls going on over here. Listen to it splashing. You too could just let it all go...&quot;<br /><br />&quot;Aaaugh, I can&#039;t...!&quot; Falco groaned, trembling in place before resuming his dancing. &quot;I&#039;ve gotta... hold on...!&quot;<br /><br />Fox&#039;s teeth were gritted and he had his eyes shut. Just before Wolf could taunt him by telling him about going to a water planet next, Fox broke and slumped down onto his knees, doubling over at the waist. &quot;Uuugh, Falco, I...&quot; he groaned out, and Fox&#039;s brown pants suddenly darkened at the crotch. He took a deep breath and tried to hold on, but his bladder couldn&#039;t be restrained any longer. The piss stain on his pants spread out down his inner thighs, but the spot right over his crotch soon became so saturated that his yellow fluid soaked through completely and began dripping off the seat of his pants in a steady stream onto the metal floor beneath him. Fox took a deep breath and tried again to stop, but it was too late to do anything more than temporarily hold back the flow, and his bladder continued to empty.<br /><br />&quot;At least I... held out longest...!&quot; Falco consoled himself as he heard Fox&#039;s piss dripping onto the floor. He valiantly struggled just a little longer before his aching bladder overcame his tired muscles. At first there was just one squirt of piss, and Falco squeezed harder with his legs and wing-arms, stopping it from being anything more than that. &quot;Gotta hold on, I can&#039;t give in, I can&#039;t, I can&#039;t...!&quot;<br /><br />He tried to hop from one foot to the other again, but Fox&#039;s groans behind him and the pattering of piss on the floor was just too much to handle. Falco felt another brief squirt of his piss escape him, and then after a second, he burst completely. His piss gushed into his own pants and soaked through them in seconds, cascading down his thighs. His blue feathers initially covered up the leak but soon it was so widespread that the darkening stain spread past them. He could even feel his piss soaking through his pants and getting his feathers wet, and he shuddered and shook his head, groaning in defeat. As if it wasn&#039;t bad enough that he was pissing himself, Wolf was there too...!<br /><br />Falco opened an eye, expecting to see Wolf taunting him. But he was gone, leaving only a big puddle and several wet footprints behind. Falco let out another groan as he pressed his wing-arms into his crotch, trying to regain control of his bladder fruitlessly. &quot;F-Fox...!&quot; he called out.<br /><br />Fox groaned from behind him, piss still dripping from his pants and onto the puddle below him that he was kneeling in, soaking the lower front of his pants. &quot;I know, Falco, it&#039;s embarrassing...&quot;<br /><br />&quot;No, not that! Wolf&#039;s getting away!&quot; Falco told him. He wanted to give chase and took a step, only to shudder heavily, his urine still pouring down his legs all the way down into his boots, soaking his feet. &quot;Uuugh...!&quot;<br /><br />Fox opened his eyes and looked around, spotting Wolf&#039;s puddles and footprints. &quot;He gave us the slip,&quot; Fox muttered, shaking his head, still gripping his crotch futilely. His bladder was finally emptying out, and his pants were drenched, continuing to drip on the floor even after he finished.<br /><br />&quot;Damn it,&quot; Falco muttered, feeling his boots gradually fill further with his own urine even after his stream came to an end, excess piss still running down his legs and pants. &quot;We&#039;ve gotta get after him!&quot;<br /><br />&quot;No, let him go, this time,&quot; Fox muttered, struggling to get back to his feet, his soaked pants dripping onto the floor. &quot;I just want to get cleaned up and leave before the whole station is talking about this.&quot;<br /></span>",
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