The bus came to a stop and the back doors opened, allowing Sydney to step out and onto the sidewalk alone. She walked back as the bus drove away, and after a quick glance to confirm no other cars were coming, she crossed the street to begin the walk back home. It was getting a little colder now, especially in the evenings, but her long skirt and a fleece shirt were keeping the ferret warm enough for the time being.

Soon, she'd be making this trip on a daily basis – or nightly, since she was taking evening classes at the community college. She might not get to see much of Anna, Chloe or Makayla while they were at university, but at least she could still hang out with Kaitlyn and Hannah when they weren't working before heading off to class. Today, though, she'd just been running some errands and then doing a little bit of last-minute shopping: the plain black backpack she was wearing was a new acquisition, the price tag still dangling from one of its straps. Inside it was her other purchase: a proper winter jacket, long and with a hood and faux fur lining, in the hopes of making this walk home more tolerable once it started snowing.

The streets of the residential area weren't fully abandoned, but they were pretty quiet. Most of the noise came from people's back yards if they were out enjoying the temperate autumn weather, perhaps getting in one last use of the barbeque before it'd have to be stored away. It was a pleasant enough walk, or at least it would have been, but Sydney was acutely aware of her need for a bathroom that she'd been feeling for most of the bus ride. Even worse, it wasn't the large coffee she'd drunk earlier coming back to her, but a pressure a little further back that would require her to get back home. When she'd done this walk last time with Anna and Chloe, she had found a way to get some relief, but that wouldn't really work this time...

With a sigh, she pulled her phone out from her pocket as she walked along the sidewalk, checking her messages. She didn't like having to hold and wait for a toilet, but she could. It wasn't that much further to her house. Reaching an intersection, she glanced to her sides before crossing and returning her attention to her phone; the distraction would make the trip easier. She checked in on her friends' group chat, but from a glance it seemed to mostly be filled with Anna and Chloe talking and sending fox face emotes at each other, so she moved on.

Kaitlyn had something to say in their private chat, at least, giving her a heads-up on the plans for her stream tonight. Sydney tried to walk a little faster, not wanting to miss the start of the stream, but it only made her more aware of the pressure in her lower abdomen. No doubt Kaitlyn would have an opinion not too far from the foxes on what she ought to do in the situation. It wasn't like Sydney had missed an opportunity: at the mall she hadn't felt the need, and the bus stop she got on at was just an outdoor shelter. By the time she'd first felt that she had to go to the bathroom, it was too close to when the bus was supposed to arrive to risk it, and then it had been a few minutes late. Buses didn't have toilets on them and this whole area was just a huge residential block, and the only parks within it were small and didn't have public toilets in them.

She had a pretty good idea what Kaitlyn would say after they had both been forced to wait in line for the bathrooms at the cinema a week ago: something about how she shouldn't have to hold it, and that if nobody is willing to provide her what she needs, she should be allowed to take matters into her own hands. Sure, they had made it to the bathroom that time, but Kaitlyn had expressed herself clearly enough.

Sydney's mind wandered as she walked along, gazing absently in front of her. It wasn't that she disagreed with that – especially considering what she'd done when she was here with the foxes last week. But it wasn't the same. If she just had to pee, she could try and find somewhere to go that would hopefully be unnoticed, and even if it was found, wouldn't be a big deal. But she didn't have to pee, or at least, it wasn't the most pressing concern she had at the moment...

Shaking her head and continuing on, she started sending messages to Kaitlyn to tell her about the jacket and backpack she'd bought, more just to make conversation and take her mind off things than anything else. For a time, it worked, but her need only grew, reaching the point that she couldn't simply ignore it. She wasn't in any danger of making a mess of herself, no, but that didn't make it any less annoying to feel her body constantly reminding her of her needs. She knew already! It was like having an alarm keep going off. If only there was a mute or a snooze button for such things, but alas...

Switching over to the map on her phone, she felt slight satisfaction: she was halfway there. It was so hard to tell since all the houses looked practically identical, only differing with the owners' personal touches. Different trees in the yard, flags or other decorations, lawn furniture, and so on. Yet as she came to another intersection, the name of it caught her eye. Wasn't this where...?

She looked around more than just to check for cars. Yes, there was a house with a willow tree out front and its distinctive long, drooping branches. And that meant the alley she had gone through with the foxes last time was just around the corner. She hesitated, then crossed the road, turning and heading towards it. If nothing else, it was a shortcut, so she might as well.

She tried to keep her thoughts on other things, but with the weight in her lower body now a constant feeling, it was an impossible task. The alley was completely devoid of activity, and all the back yards had privacy fences that prevented her from seeing into them – and prevented her from being seen in turn. She fidgeted a little with a strap on her backpack. She didn't have the foxes with her this time, and finding a new place to do her business was out of the question, but not far ahead was somewhere that wasn't new. What if it was available? What if the door was still unlocked and she could slip inside and take care of her problem? What if...?

Indecision gripped her as she got close to the garage in question. She remembered it pretty clearly: it was on the left side, and the house opposite it had a tree that was growing slightly over the fence. But what if there was someone inside? Or in the back yard? Getting closer, she could see that there wasn't any apparent activity in the house: all its lights were off, even though it was the early evening and the sun had almost fully set. Her heart was pounding and she hadn't even done anything suspicious yet; she could keep on walking and even if someone was watching her, they would think nothing of it. But with the high fences and especially the tree in the opposite yard, nobody could watch her...

Stopping just next to the garage, Sydney bent down and pretended to tie her shoe laces, though the motion only created a discomfort in her abdomen that she stoically endured. Ahead of her there was nobody, and she glanced back over her shoulder surreptitiously, seeing nobody behind her either. There was a small window at the top of the garage, and it was clearly dark inside, nor could she hear anyone out in the back yard. It really did seem like there was nobody around – maybe they worked nights?

She stood up, but the discomfort remained, only giving her more reason to consider it. Having to deal with that for the rest of the walk home would be incredibly irritating. Yet to just sneak into someone's garage and make a mess there felt much worse than what she'd done last time. Her phone buzzed briefly, signaling a message coming in, but she ignored it for the moment, though it did remind her of Kaitlyn. What would she do? Well, that was obvious: she'd say that it wasn't her fault that nobody thought to put a public toilet in the area, and that it would be unreasonable to expect her to put up with desperation as a result. But would Kaitlyn extend that logic to... this?

Reaching out, Sydney slowly turned the door knob. It would be a moot point entirely if the door was locked. But it wasn't, and the door swung inward just a tiny bit. She froze, but heard nothing, and opened it slightly further, confirming that there was nobody inside and the lights were off. There was no car there, either, so the owner was most certainly out. He wouldn't return any time soon, right?

Her hesitation lasted only a moment longer until she felt another brief pang in her bowels, and she lightly rubbed her belly with her hand to try and assuage it. No, she wasn't going to hold it, even though she could feasibly make it home. But at least she could try and make it easy for the owner to clean up later. Slipping into the garage, she closed the door and took out her phone, turning on the flashlight so she could see what she was doing better; a little bit of light filtered in through the window, but not really enough.

Her eye was immediately drawn to the bucket of salt, still in the same position it had been last time. Not only that, but the tissue she had dropped next to it was still there. Had it gone unnoticed? Creeping over, she looked into the top: some of the salt had been melted by her pee during her previous visit, and then re-solidified into a dried mass that also hadn't been touched. After all, who needed road salt in August? She felt a little better about that: she'd just be adding to an existing mess rather than making a new one. He'd have to clean it up anyway, right? So what was the problem? It wouldn't be much more work...

Slinging her backpack off her shoulders and setting it down by the door, she also took the time to slip out of her panties, leaving them on top of her backpack. Even if the foxes weren't around and would never know about this, she certainly didn't need to misplace her panties and 'do a Full Sydney' as they would call it. But she kept her skirt on, since if she did need to make some sort of a quick getaway, she could do that without her panties but not while being completely bottomless.

Approaching the bucket once more, she hesitated again, but only briefly: she had made up her mind. She was already in the garage and had taken off her panties. She would just... go, and then be on her way, problem solved. Grabbing her long skirt and tugging it up, she pulled almost the whole thing around in front of her and bunched it up to expose her loins, backing up to the bucket. She certainly couldn't stand for this, so she'd have to take a leaf out of her best friend's book, and spread her legs a bit while lowering her hips into a hovering squat. She definitely didn't want to miss the bucket, though, so she did her best to line herself up with the middle of it, shifting her legs further apart, her left hand keeping a tight grip on the bundle of her skirt held against her belly while her right hand kept her phone far out of harm's way.

Getting into position was the easy part. She still felt like it was wrong, and she glanced around nervously, even though she was the only one in the garage. She lifted her tail up deliberately as if to try and tell her body to go, but she was too nervous now, in an ironic twist: she finally wanted to release, but her body wouldn't cooperate. Taking a deep breath and then exhaling slowly, she tried to think of other things. She didn't want to miss the start of Kaitlyn's stream by taking too long, that was certain...

She felt a tingling sensation signal the start of her release, but it was her bladder that began to empty first. That was fine; even if she wasn't desperately feeling the need to pee, there was no reason not to. Except that, since she had focused so much on getting her rump into position, her stream sailed clear over the edge of the salt bucket and splashed onto the floor loudly. For a brief moment Sydney hesitated and almost tried to cut off her stream, but instead relaxed and let it continue – it was just a regular cement floor, and it was more important for her not to risk messing up the worse part of what she was going to do. She shone the flashlight on her phone over her stream briefly just to confirm there wasn't any risk of getting her shoes wet, but it was far enough away and her feet were spread sufficiently that it wasn't really going to matter. The only thing getting wet was her leftover tissue from her previous visit, which the puddle of her urine was starting to reach.

Giving a little sigh, both from knowing she wasn't making a mess of herself and from the relief she was experiencing, Sydney was able to relax a little more and slightly lowered her hips just a bit further. Her long tail rose at the base first before lifting along the rest of its length, and she could feel her bowels moving as she crossed the point of no return, squeezing her eyes shut in flustered embarrassment. She was really doing it...!

Her stream briefly waned as she felt the load in her rear starting to leave her, and she gave a little gasp from the sensation as the pressure within her began to abate. When her waste first struck the salt it made a rustling, crunching sound like walking on gravel, mixing with the continued splashing of her pee on the floor. Trembling a little and looking around again, Sydney focused on letting her body do what it needed to; another crunching sound behind her followed by a quieter one signaled her continuing release, her tail still held high. She gave another relieved sigh as her stream picked up in strength, and though her heart was beating fast, now that she had begun relieving herself it was much easier to continue.

And so she did: pushing with her abdominal muscles, she forced her stream out harder at the same time as shoving out more waste from her rear. The splashing grew louder as her urine struck the cement with more force, but the sound from behind her was now just faint thumps as the solid pieces leaving her piled up on each other in the bucket. It was gratifying not just from the relief itself but also from knowing she wouldn't have to deal with feeling the need the rest of the way home, and Sydney relaxed after a moment and sighed once more, her stream heavily waning to just a finishing trickle since she hadn't needed to pee nearly as badly.

She still wasn't empty, though. Keeping her position, she pushed again, but her stream intensified for just a half-second and then ran dry while she resumed voiding her bowels, the thuds of each piece now more clearly audible with the hissing and splashing of her stream no longer dominating the noise inside the garage. After relaxing again, she began to stand up and straddled the bucket, glad that it was over, but she felt that she wasn't quite done after all. Squatting down again hastily she gave a final push and felt a final chunk leaving her tailhole, but something wasn't quite right; there was a longer delay after feeling it leave and hearing it land, and it made a different sound...

Standing up again but keeping her tail hiked up, Sydney glanced back and then looked away again quickly with a quiet "Oops..." for she had pushed her hips back too far for the last one and had missed the bucket. The mess in front of her wasn't much better, with a long section of the floor now wet with her pee, reflecting the light from her phone, the old tissue now heavily stained from the piss it had soaked up.

Stepping away, she set her phone down on a nearby shelf to let it provide light while freeing up her right hand, retrieving a pack of tissues from the pocket of the skirt she was still keeping bunched up against her front. Awkwardly holding the pack in her teeth and tugging them free with her fingers, she gave herself a quick but thorough clean-up and tossed the tissues towards the bucket as soon as she was done with each, without bothering to check if she actually got them in it. Several tissues later she let go of her skirt and let it fall back down her legs, stashing the rest of the packet back into her pocket. Retrieving her panties and putting them back on in a hurry, she took just a moment to smooth out her clothing and make sure she was presentable before grabbing her phone and backpack, heading for the door.

Casting one last glance back to the bucket as she held up her phone to turn off the flashlight, her ears flattened a little and her whiskers drooped. Her intentions of keeping the mess contained had not been enough: the puddle itself was obvious enough and now had some additional tissues in it, and while the inside of the bucket wasn't visible from where she was, the mess both in front of and behind it was unmissable. "Eheh... s-sorry," she murmured quietly as though the owner could somehow hear her, quickly turning off the flashlight and then leaving the garage, hurrying along down the alley, stashing her phone into her pocket.

She took deep breaths to try and calm down as she made her escape, apparently unnoticed as the alley was still deserted. One thing was for sure: she had really needed to go. Maybe she wouldn't have been able to make it back home in time after all, and that would have been humiliating. It meant an even bigger mess for the owner of the house, sure, but... it wasn't that much different from a smaller mess, right? And it was certainly better than trying to just squat in an alley and make a mess that everyone passing by would have had to see until it got cleaned up. Far better to do it somewhere private...

She felt a little guilty, but at the same time, she felt so much better for not having to deal with it any more. Leaving the alley and putting her deed behind her, she continued on homeward. Kaitlyn would've done the same thing, surely. Well, more or less – no doubt she would have used up an entire bottle of hand sanitizer afterwards. But without the nagging, insistent need in her belly she was in much better spirits, and she had taken the least bad option for dealing with it. She'd done the best she could, so... why keep worrying about it? Besides, now she could hurry home and be sure to catch the start of Kaitlyn's stream.

Flicking her tail, she picked up her pace a bit into a quicker walk, keeping her hands on her backpack straps.
