Terra flicked the turn signal as she approached the intersection, stopping at the red light. With a glance to the sides to confirm nobody was coming, she turned to the right and continued onwards down the streets that were almost bare, but for a couple pedestrians on the sidewalks with masks on. At least there was one benefit to being a driver during a pandemic – there was a hell of a lot less traffic to contend with.

Not that it made her any less busy. Terra worked as a delivery driver, dressed up in the company's uniform: a shirt, skirt, and baseball cap, all of them a matching and horrendously drab purple. These days, almost all of her work involved taking her cube van to all the various essential services still open in the city to deliver supplies to them. Her truck started each day loaded with boxes and boxes of masks, gloves and cleaning supplies, destined for stores and businesses everywhere.

The increased demand kept her very busy, but now some of the other drivers were out sick, which caused her workload to increase to match. If she didn't want to be out delivering late, she'd have to forego as many breaks as possible – today, in particular, one store was very far out of the way compared to the others, so she couldn't waste time. Earlier that day, she'd eaten her lunch at the wheel, working her way through her food and drink at each red light or open stretch. She'd skipped other breaks too – but the blue-furred, cybernetic Jex couldn't simply ignore all her body's needs forever, as the increasing pressure in her bladder constantly reminded her.

Pulling into the back lot behind a row of stores, Terra parked her truck outside the back door of the store she was delivering too, took out her phone, and called in to let them know she'd arrived. Soon, two of the staff – wearing masks and gloves – came out from the back door, propped it open, and started unloading boxes. Terra grabbed a box as well and followed them, setting it down just inside the entrance before looking around.

She was in a storage area; there were lots of tall metal shelves holding numerous boxes, with a few overhead lights hanging from the ceiling to keep the place lit. It was very Spartan; the walls were exposed brick, the floor was bare concrete, and the only window was a skylight at the top that probably had never been opened. She could hear the loud rattling of an AC unit somewhere overhead, the large vents under the ceiling completely exposed and visible.

"Take that one to the back," one of the staff called from behind her, "Just leave it by the wall." As she did, Terra spotted what she'd really been looking for: a door in the wall with a bathroom sign on it. Finally! She put down the box near the rearmost shelf and then turned around, walking up and trying the handle. Unfortunately, it was locked.

"Go away." Said a voice from inside as she rattled the handle in frustration. "Can't a guy get a minute of peace around here?"

Terra folded her arms and frowned; she didn't have the time or patience to wait. But there was plenty of cover in the storage room, with all the boxes blocking sight – maybe she could just find somewhere to pee quickly so she could get on with her shift. The cybernetic Jex followed the wall until she found a gap in between two of the shelves, standing between them and facing away from the wall.

A shelf parallel to the wall was directly in front of her, so unless anyone came walking down that exact aisle, they'd never see her. She slipped her hands under her skirt and started tugging down her panties, pulling them over her shoes to remove them completely. Without any more delay, she squatted down and leaned back, resting against the wall to support herself, her left hand gripping the shelf beside her. Spreading her legs out wide, she put her panties down next to the wall and lifted up her skirt with her right hand. Her pussy, a pink opening amidst the blue fur and cybernetics surrounding it, was now bared to the open air; having now assumed the right position, she took a breath and relaxed.

She felt relief almost immediately as she started pissing onto the floor, the splashing of her pee almost completely drowned out by the noise the AC unit was making up above. Looking down, she saw the yellow stream splashing onto the concrete, spreading out into a big puddle. The gray of the concrete surface darkened wherever her stream or the growing puddle touched it, the uneven surface resulting in an oddly-shaped puddle as it followed the bumps and contours of the floor.

Already, Terra was feeling better, but saw no reason to stop until she was empty. Clenching her muscles, she pissed out harder, sending her spray further, droplets splashing off of the floor and flecking the metal racks nearby with her fluid. Some of the nearby boxes got a light spraying as well, the cardboard darkening wherever her stray urine struck it and soaked in. 

As she glanced to the sides to make sure nobody was coming, Terra spotted an open box on the low shelf to her left. She clenched her muscles to stop her stream and gripped the shelf more tightly as she hauled herself to her feet, shuffling into place to face the box. Peering inside, she saw the box was one-quarter full of plastic-wrapped packages of masks, and she gripped the open flap closest to her to pull it out from the shelf by a few inches.

With the inside of the box exposed, Terra held the shelf with one hand as she slightly bent her legs, bringing her pussy closer to the box, before she relaxed her muscles and started to pee inside of it. She heard the pattering of her stream on the plastic wrapping, watching as it flowed over the packages inside and ran down to the bottom of the box. Some of it splashed off and hit the interior sides of the box as well, soaking into the cardboard. Terra wiggled her hips a little to send her stream splashing all around the inside, raining down onto as many of the packages as she could hit.

She sighed as she felt her stream starting to wane, watching as the arch of golden fluid grew weaker and shrank, painting a dark line up the flap of the box, the last few drops landing on the concrete in front. She took only another moment to squeeze her muscles and push out the last few drops to completely empty herself, using one foot to push the box back onto the shelf.

She didn't have time to stick around, though – she quickly pulled herself to her feet, letting her skirt fall back down into place before she walked back to the rear entrance to help finish unloading the truck. She made it all the way back to the truck and was picking up a box when a breeze reminded her that she'd left her panties behind... but she carried on regardless. She didn't want to take the time to go back for them, and besides, they might make a nice present for whoever came to clean up. Going without them would make it easier to pee in unusual places, anyway.

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The next day was incredibly windy, constantly blowing Terra's fur and clothing around every time she stepped outside. She wasn't even halfway through her shift yet, and she'd already stuffed her baseball cap into the box between the truck seats after the second time the wind had pulled it off her head and sent her running after it through a loading bay.

Her route today took her across the river to the southern half of the city, and she'd have to deliver to all the spots on that side before she could cross back and return to the depot. She'd just finished up at the last place on the north side, but there hadn't been any opportunity to relieve herself there, and now she was squeezing her thighs together as she drove. Fortunately, the next spot was a regular customer and typically let her unload the boxes unsupervised, so she'd have plenty of opportunity to take a restroom break out back there – it wouldn't be the first time.

However, when she drove up the ramp onto the bridge to get across the river, she could hear the bells ringing, and saw lights flashing on the barricades that had been lowered to block access. Terra stopped the truck, and looked past the barricades; she could see the middle section of the bridge was in the process of raising upward, making her groan in disappointment. It was sheer bad luck that she'd gotten to the bridge just in time for a ship to come by, but even if she turned around now and drove to the next bridge, it would still take longer to go around and come back on the other side than if she just waited for the bridge to lower again.

The wind was especially bad here with the open river on both sides of the bridge. It wasn't dangerously fast, but it certainly would make it difficult for her to try and make use of the time to go pee somewhere – if she wasn't careful, the wind would probably just blow it right back onto her legs. She'd have to find somewhere enclosed, and private, and not very far away... and fast.

The inspiration came to Terra a moment later for the perfect location. She was already driving around an enclosed, private space! She didn't want to make her seat wet, though, so the Jex opened the door – which was a battle to do in the wind – and got out, walking to the back of the truck. She opened up the shutter and got inside, turning on the inner light before tugging the shutter back down.

With the shutter lowered, the wind was sealed out, leaving Terra alone in the back of the windowless cube van with shelves of boxes and envelopes. She was in a hurry, since she didn't want to still be in the back of the truck when the bridge came back down, so she didn't waste any time stepping into the middle of the truck and taking off her skirt, stashing it on an empty space on the shelves. She'd never bothered to replace the panties she'd left behind the other day, so as she rose a leg and held her arms out to grasp the shelves for balance, her pussy was left bared to the air.

After taking a moment to relax her muscles, Terra felt the piss leaving her body a moment before she heard it patter on something that wasn't the floor. Looking down, she saw that her stream was striking the side of one of the boxes, and she shifted, awkwardly keeping her one leg held up. The stream moved to the side and landed on the floor, but kept wobbling back and forth as she tried to keep her pose, stray droplets splashing off and hitting the nearby boxes and packages.

To try and keep herself steady, Terra put her raised foot onto a shelf, accidentally knocking some lighter padded envelopes off of it and directly into the path of her stream. She frowned for a moment at the mess she was making unintentionally, but she'd have plenty of time to let them dry before they got to their destination...

...and as that thought crossed her mind, another one followed it: if that was the case, why did she need to try and avoid making a mess? Her frown turned into a grin as she gripped the shelves tighter and twisted herself around, sending her stream spraying all over the boxes and packages on the floor of the truck, leaving dark streaks of wet cardboard all over them wherever the spray of her pee landed. The puddles on the floor that spread enough to touch the bottoms of the boxes soaked into them too, saturating the cardboard as more of her piss poured down from her slit and added to the growing mess.

As she felt herself starting to run dry, Terra lowered her hips a bit more towards an oblong box, the side of which was already soaked, and clenched her muscles to spray out her stream along the top of it. Droplets of the Jex's urine rained down over the cardboard, some of it landing on the tape sealing the flaps and rolling off of the waterproof tape onto the cardboard around it. Once her stream ended, Terra glanced around and saw a small box stacked on a bigger one that had escaped unscathed – grabbing it with one hand, she rubbed it against her pussy briefly to dry herself off before replacing it, stepping back, and surveying the scene.

Several puddles had accumulated on the floor of the truck, the sides of the boxes were thoroughly darkened by the piss that had sprayed across them, and the envelopes that had fallen to the floor were almost completely drenched. Terra grabbed her skirt and put it back on quickly, leaving the back of the truck and moving back to the cab to get into the driver's seat, briefly battling with the heavy winds to get the door closed. The bridge had almost come back down, so she settled in, buckled up, and prepared to head out to her next destination.

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The next day, Terra followed the directions on her GPS and found herself in a residential district, pulling up outside a detached house in the suburbs. Puzzled, she double-checked the address, but it was correct; someone had ordered several boxes of supplies and had put the delivery address as their home. It wasn't enough to be someone trying to stockpile or resell, but it was a large house, so perhaps there was just a large family.

Parking the truck and turning off the engine, Terra climbed out from the truck cab and took a look around. The garage door was open and there were no cars in the driveway. Terra walked up to the door and was about to press the doorbell when she saw a hastily-scrawled note that had been taped to the front of the door.

It read, 'Something came up – be back soon! Please wait for me.' Terra frowned and folded her arms; they must have gotten the automated text message that was sent to the customer when her truck got close, but had left anyway. She wasn't allowed to make unattended deliveries – someone had to sign for it. That left her with only two options: she could wait an indeterminate amount of time, or just leave and mark the customer down as a no-show.

She decided to wait for two reasons. One, she knew that no-show customers got hit with a pretty heavy penalty, and she wanted to wait at least a short time before leaving.

Two, her bladder was full and she needed somewhere to relieve it.

Terra took a look at her surroundings – it was an out-of-the-way suburban street, and with it being the middle of the day during a pandemic, nobody was around to be seen. That left her free to stroll across the grass in the garden back to the garage and walk inside for a better look.

The garage was a mess and looked barely used. There were some cobwebs in the corners and the windows badly needed cleaning. The shelves were sparsely filled with junk and there was a workbench that looked like it and the tools on it hadn't been used in a long time. Old boxes were piled in one corner under a dirty sheet, and when Terra looked up, she saw an empty socket where there should have been a light bulb.

Since it was clear that nobody would notice her making a mess, Terra was quick to approach one of the shelves and raise her skirt with one hand, spreading the lips of her slit with the other – she had deliberately foregone panties to make escapades like these easier to pull off. A lower shelf had a can of paint that was almost empty and had long since dried, but when she started to pee her aim was off and her stream hit the side of it, making her piss run down the label of the can and onto the shelf. Adjusting her stance, she managed to get the stream of her fluid into the can itself, which made a hollow metallic sound inside of the can, quickly turning into a splashing noise as it started to fill.

After a few seconds though, Terra started to move, sidestepping and turning her hips to keep spraying the shelves. A closed toolbox got hosed down by her piss, the rain of her urine echoing off of it, but it almost looked cleaner by the time she was done with it, leaving the rusting red metal a little shinier than she had found it. She continued past an empty part of the shelf, leaving a long and messy puddle, her stream soon splashing all over a rolled-up extension cable covered in dust, the flow of her pee washing dust from the plastic holder the cord was wrapped up in.

Stopping her stream, Terra moved on next to the workbench. There was a solid, heavy metal chair in front of it, and Terra climbed up onto it, standing and bending at the waist with one hand holding the back for support, the other still holding open her pussylips. She clenched her muscles to push out her piss, giving it a bit more force, sending her stream spraying behind her onto the bench where it struck the flat surface and started rolling off the edges, dripping onto the floor. Glancing behind her and wiggling her hips, she heard small plastic boxes of screws rattling when her stream hit them directly, and briefly managed to push hard enough to strike the backboard of the workbench, making it and the tools hung from it rattle loudly.

Not quite done yet, Terra cut off her stream one more time and quickly moved over to the pile of boxes and the old, moth-eaten white blanket that had been hurriedly tossed over them. Raising one sneaker-clad foot, she planted it on a box and shifted closer, once more lifting her skirt with one hand. She unleashed her piss once more on the sheet, where it quietly thumped against the thick fabric, which soaked up her golden liquid like a sponge. Sighing peacefully, Terra poured out every last drop of pee she had inside of her onto the blanket, wiggling and shaking her hips to spray as much of it as she could.

Once she had finally finished, Terra lowered her foot and then her skirt, heading back outside. The owner was still nowhere to be seen, but just as she returned to the cab and started to get back inside, a black sedan turned onto the street and pulled to a stop just outside the house, the driver's side window rolling down.

"Good, I made it!" she heard from within. "Sorry about that, you can just leave the boxes here on the sidewalk and I'll take them inside."

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When Friday finally came, Terra returned to the depot at lunchtime to restock her truck – someone had ordered an entire van's worth of supplies and she was going to be the one to deliver them. After parking her truck in the loading bay and opening the shutters for the stockers who were going to fill it up, she headed inside to take a quick break and refill her thermos.

The break room was empty but for Terra and a coworker Emily, an arctic fox whose brown hair was tied back into a ponytail. Terra knew her fairly well as Emily was part of the building security, dressed in a white button-up shirt and black pants, and the two often bumped into each other whenever Terra was at the depot.

"Hey, Emily!" Terra greeted her coworker. "How's it going?"

"Not good, today." Emily grumbled, turning around from the countertop with all the snacks. "The water got shut off earlier for some utility work outside and it's still not been turned back on yet."

"That's annoying." Terra responded with a frown. "So you can't make any coffee, I take it?"

"Worse than that, I can't go to the bathroom either. I've been holding it in all morning." Emily had her legs pressed close together, leaning back on the counter behind her. "And my break ends in another five minutes. And since there's no water, the janitor figured they might as well close the bathrooms for cleaning now and get it out of the way. I'll have to just sneak into the men's room or something and pee in the sink."

"If you've still got time to get all the way over there and back."

"Ugh, yeah, I should have just done that in the first place. Not like anyone would walk in on me; the stockers take breaks later, security's breaks are staggered, and the other drivers are all out."

Terra took a moment to think. She had to pee as well, and she wanted to help her friend. Maybe there was somewhere else they could go? Outside wasn't really an option; the depot was part of a large industrial lot and there weren't any trees nearby. Maybe there was some closet nearby, or...

The Jex's cybernetic-blue eyes fell on the counter behind Emily and the glasses piled up there. "Hold on, Emily." She said after a moment as the arctic fox started to shuffle from foot to foot. "I've got an idea."

"Let's hear it, because I'm bursting."

Terra pointed behind Emily, who turned her head to see what the Jex was pointing at. "Huh? Oh!" She said in realization, reaching out and grabbing one of the tall glasses that were set out for employees to use.

"Just pee in there and then dump it down the sink." Terra suggested. "Put the glass in the dishwasher when you're done, and nobody will know about it."

Emily didn't need to be told twice, halfway done unbuckling her pants when she looked up at Terra. "Do you mind if I-?"

"Go right ahead." Terra replied, "I'll be doing the same." Rather than take a glass, though, Terra grabbed one of the big empty glass coffee pots that was next to the machine, since the handle on it would make it easier to hold in place. She started to undo her pants, tugging down the zipper with one hand.

"Thanks." Emily breathed in response as she quickly resumed unbuckling and dropping her pants down to the ground unceremoniously. Terra raised an eyebrow as she looked and saw that Emily was going commando, the bottom of her shirt only coming down to right around her waist, leaving her pussy exposed.

"What?" Emily asked incredulously as she saw Terra looking at her, watching the Jex lower her pants until they fell down to the ground of their own accord. "I don't like panties. Not like you're wearing any either." Her hands kept moving as she spoke, leaning back against the counter and spreading her legs, moving the glass between them and pressing it against her pussy.

Terra gave a little chuckle as she pressed the lip of the coffee pot between her legs, surrounding her vulva with the smooth plastic. "I'm just surprised to see someone else without them, that's all."

Responding only with a short laugh of her own, Emily sucked in a breath through her nose and let it out slowly as she started to piss into the glass. Terra could see Emily's yellow stream hitting the side of the glass closest to her and running down to the bottom, and she heard the faint hissing sound that accompanied it. "Ohhh, that's good." Emily mumbled, her hand curled around the bottom of the glass to hold it in place.

Only another moment passed before Terra followed suit, unleashing her pee into the coffee pot she was holding steady. Her stream drummed on the glass bottom for several seconds before enough of her pee pooled up to make it start splashing. Emily glanced at the pot out of the corner of her eyes, watching as Terra filled it up.

The two stood quietly, subtly watching each other as they both continued to pee into their respective containers. Terra saw the fluid level in Emily's glass steadily rising as she pissed hard into it, the flow of hot liquid causing the top of the glass to start to fog up. Meanwhile, her own stream flowed steadily into the coffee pot, swirling around inside it with every little motion Terra made as she stood with her legs spread and the pot held tight.

"Sounds just like someone's brewing a pot of coffee." Emily remarked after a moment to break the silence, grinning a little. "Better not let it overflow."

"Speak for yourself." Terra responded playfully, inclining her head towards Emily's loins. The glass was almost full, and Emily pulled it away in reflex when she noticed. She uttered an expletive as she spilled a bit of piss on the floor and her stream continued, splashing onto the linoleum tile for several seconds before she grabbed a second glass and quickly put it into place, blushing deeply.

Terra couldn't help but give a good-natured laugh. "I'll clean it up when we're done," she said dismissively.

"No, it's fine, I made the mess. I'll clean it up."

With a grin of her own, Terra moved the coffee pot aside and pissed onto the floor for a few seconds, loudly splashing the tile with her urine before putting the pot back and continuing to fill it. "No, I’ll do it. I made a bigger mess than you, after all."

Emily laughed aloud, shaking her head and smiling. "Thanks, Terra," she said as she held the glass in place, turning and dumping the first one into the sink behind her. Terra kept watching Emily filling up the second glass, until when it was about three-quarters full, her stream trickled to a stop, and she emptied that glass as well.

Terra kept going for a little bit longer, tilting the coffee pot back and forth to make the liquid inside slosh around as she kept filling it, until she also ran out. After clenching her muscles to make sure she'd peed all she had, she placed it on the counter next to the sink, waiting for Emily to move out of the way.

Emily pulled her pants back up and rapidly buckled them. "Thanks, Terra." She quickly said as she got herself presentable once more.

Terra pulled her own pants back up, much more slowly and casually. "No problem, it was kind of fun."

Emily shot her a questioning look, but then gave a little laugh. "It was, wasn't it?" Flashing a wink at Terra, she added, "Maybe we should do it again some time... anyway, I've got to get going, I'll see you around." The fox waved and made a quick exit, leaving Terra alone in the break room.

Picking up the coffee pot, Terra was impressed at how much she'd put out - enough to make another pot with. A few moments passed before a playful grin crossed her face, and instead of dumping it into the sink, she lifted up the lid on the back of the coffee machine and poured the entire pot's worth of her pee inside. After grabbing a fresh filter and a bag of coffee grounds, she put the pot on the burner and turned on the machine to make a fresh pot - with some recycled water.

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When Terra came in to work on Monday and checked her schedule on the noteboard outside the supervisor’s office, she was surprised to find some of her shipments had a new icon printed next to them that she didn’t recognize. Looking to the side, she saw a new sheet had been printed out and pinned up, informing her that today she was carrying "valuable cargo".

"Valuable cargo?" Terra wondered aloud. "What does that mean?" Scanning the other printed pages pinned to the board, the answer came quickly: There had been incidents recently where people had been stealing things from unattended trucks. So, any driver who was carrying valuable cargo - mostly stuff that was in very short supply - would have to take along a member of security to watch the truck while it was being unloaded.

Finding the assignment sheet, Terra's eyes widened as she saw who her assigned security member was...

Emily Foster.
