Felicia continued humming the rest of the song she'd been listening to as she put her car in park and turned off the engine at the Carport lot, pulling on her thick winter jacket. She had long since started wearing thick white-and-blue Carport-branded sweaters instead of T-shirts, but continued to wear a matching long blue skirt instead of switching to trousers as the other women had. The reason for that was simple: pants got in the way of what she loved doing. During the summer a series of events had made her realize that she had a thing, a kink - almost a fetish - for peeing in unusual places, and as much as her conscience objected, she had long since embraced it and took every opportunity she could to satisfy her urges. Right now, for instance, she was considering her options for relieving the full bladder she had been holding in for the last leg of her trip.

The otter, whose job was to ensure the car rental company she worked at always had cars where they were needed, had just finished a car delivery, bringing a hatchback from another lot back to the primary hub for the city. She had grabbed lunch from a drive-through just before returning; a still-hot cardboard box of popcorn shrimp and an extra-large soda that the ice hadn't melted in where calling to her from the paper bag on the passenger seat, but she had to check in first. Grabbing the bag of food and bracing herself for the short but frigid trip to the main building, she got out from the car and scurried over with her snout buried in the high collar of her jacket, whiskers poking up around the top of it.

She'd been planning on heading to the bathrooms to find anywhere but the toilets to relieve herself before eating lunch, but she barely managed to get in the door and scuff her feet on the mat before she heard a voice calling to her.

"Felicia?" The otter looked up to the voice and saw one of her coworkers, a husky named Melody, sitting at a nearby table with a half-eaten burger and an empty box of what once probably held fries.

"Hi, Melody," Felicia said warmly as she pushed back the head of her winter jacket. "What's up?"

"Mr. Jackson is looking for you."

Felicia's heart skipped a beat. The branch coordinator was looking for her? Effectively the boss of the branch, there were a lot more bad reasons to be called into the badger's office than good ones. Had she been found out? Had they finally discovered that she'd been pissing inside Carport vehicles for months? She did her best not to let her worry show and hoped that her flushed cheeks could be passed off on the cold weather.

"A-all right. Thanks, Melody."

"Are you okay?" Melody asked with a tone of concern in her voice.

"Fine. It's just cold out." She nodded to Melody and stomped her feet on the mat a couple more times to get the last bit of snow off before she headed upstairs.

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Felicia was extremely relieved to discover that Mr. Jackson had not, in fact, learned about her perversions. In fact, it was quite the opposite: he had a priority job that he needed her for, and as one of the now-senior drivers at Carport (it was less impressive than it sounded given the high turnover) she was the best choice for the job. The destination was nowhere special, just a long distance: the international airport, which was located well outside of the city limits.

The only snag was that they also wanted the car BACK as soon as possible, which meant they'd need her to stay overnight at one of the airport hotels. Fortunately, it was late January and the rates would be cheaper than usual; the company was willing to reimburse her if she brought back a receipt. With no real reason to refuse, Felicia accepted gratefully and turned to leave the office when Mr. Jackson's voice stopped her.

"Felicia, one more thing."

She froze, all her temporarily assuaged worries returning. "Yes, Mr. Jackson?" She slowly half-turned to look back over her shoulder at him.

"As I mentioned, this is for a special client." The suited badger lifted a hand and adjusted the glasses perched on his long muzzle. "A very special client."

She blinked. "Carport Plus?" They had a rewards program for returning customers to get better rates and deals.

"Carport GOLD Plus." He corrected her.

Her eyes widened, whiskers pricking up. Carport Gold Plus was for the elite of the elite, and frankly intended for a higher class of customer than Carport typically got. But sometimes, people with a lot of money needed to travel by plane and couldn't bring their own car with them, and - according to the marketing campaign - Carport would be ready and waiting when they arrived.

"You're taking the Devestri," he continued, name-dropping the most expensive car on the lot like it was nothing. "I needn't tell you that it must arrive - and return - in absolutely pristine condition." He slowly emphasized every syllable of 'absolutely pristine', putting weight behind the words.

"U-Understood." She replied, fidgeting on the spot, partly from nervousness, and partly from her still-full bladder.

"And don't dawdle." Mr. Jackson added as she turned to leave once more. "The roads are bad, and you'll need extra time for the trip."

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Felicia's head spun as she headed for the garage where all the GOOD cars were kept, her bag of food under her left arm, keys clutched in her right hand. A special client! A -gold- client! The opportunity to get behind the wheel of a car that cost several times her annual salary was exciting; it was astounding that Carport even had one, and even then probably only because this was the regional headquarters. While she had almost immediately daydreamed of covering the car interior in otter urine, she had also quickly realized that she'd never be able to get away with it - the car would almost certainly be very thoroughly inspected upon delivery. And in the rush of the moment, she hadn't even stopped at the ladies' room after all, a decision she regretted as she pushed on the door to the stairwell. 

"I'll just go here," she mumbled to herself as she peered over the railing and imagined the cascade of her water flowing down the stairs; nobody else would come out into the stairwell unless they suddenly had another super-rich client make a request, and what were the odds of that? She could have gone back to her car, but she didn't want to mess it up. She much preferred using other cars, company cars, where it wouldn't be noticed...

Her whiskers twitched, and she froze, as a thought came to her. A very naughty thought from a very naughty part of her that had been speaking unopposed for months. There WERE other cars here. Several of them. All very nice ones, ones she'd otherwise never get the chance to use for this. In an instant, the idea of peeing down the stairwell seemed dull and bland, and she hurried down the stairs.

This was a new indulgence for her. Not all the cars here were the company's, and she might pick one belonging to someone else. She thought that idea might scare her, but instead, it sent a tingle of excitement through her, one that made her mildly concerned about her impulses. Opening the stairwell door, she saw two cars nearby; one was the incredibly expensive foreign imported racing car she was to deliver, and a few spots away was a luxury SUV. She couldn't remember if they had one of those. Stopping only to leave her lunch at the Devestri, she strode towards the SUV hesitantly, suddenly unsure of whether or not she ought to do this at all, if she should just turn around and return to the stairwell or not.

It would be locked, she told herself; nobody in their right mind would leave such an expensive vehicle unlocked, even on the company lot. She would try the handle, nothing would happen, and she'd head back to the stairs and make a waterfall. She could indulge the fantasy of pissing in a stranger's car in her mind. Her hand, poking out from the thick padded sleeve of her jacket, trembled as she reached out toward the handle on the passenger-side sliding door. What seemed like a problem wouldn't really be a problem in a few seconds. She glanced around furtively, making sure there were no signs of movement nearby. She lifted the handle...

...and with a click, the door swung open. Jumping back with a squeak of surprise, she took several deep breaths as her heart pounded in her chest, amazed that she hadn't wet herself. After a few seconds, she stepped forward again and peered inside.

A leather interior. REAL leather. Extra legroom. Adjustable seats. A fully digital dashboard. Carpeted floor. Seat warmers. Automatic sunroof. Armrests for the rear seats. Cup holders everywhere. Automatic/manual transmission. LCD screens and folding trays embedded in the back of the front seats. Was there anything this car -didn't- have?

She squirmed just outside the car as two conflicting thoughts raged inside of her. This was far, far beyond anything she'd done so far. If she was caught, it would be more than just public indecency; it would be breaking and entering. She wouldn't just be fired; she'd be arrested, maybe even imprisoned. And yet at the same time, the fact that it was just so forbidden called to her like a siren song, luring her, *daring* her to succumb to her urges.

The otter climbed into the car unsteadily, dizzy from the rush of adrenaline coursing through her, legs shaking from nerves, every conscious part of her brain telling her to stop while the unconscious parts egged her on. It was so wrong. But it would feel so right! It was a crime. But it would be a crime to pass this up! She couldn't. She had to! She had to resist. But she'd never get another chance!

Closing the door, she shifted into the middle of the row of seats and just sat, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. She closed her eyes, and counted to ten. Without thinking, she also opened up her jacket, unzipping it from top to bottom in the span of a second. She shook her head, wanting to zip back up, but at the same time not wanting to. Another deep breath. The otter squeezed her legs together as she felt the intensifying need - and desire - to urinate.

"Just a little." She said to herself in the quietness of the garage. "Only a little."

Lifting her hips, she took off her skirt, draping it over the top of the driver's seat, and then sat down on the armrest between the two seats in the middle of the vehicle, leaning back and spreading her legs out wide. In a manner she had become accustomed to from practice, she used one hand to tug her panties aside to expose her pussy; as her fingertips brushed against it she could feel she was already wet with anticipation.

"Just a little." She repeated under her breath, knowing full well it was a lie, and that she couldn't - and wouldn't - stop herself once she began.

And she began anyway.

Her almost-clear stream shot out to land between the front and middle seats, breaking the silence by splashing heavily into the carpet. She watched with glee and awe as the fabric darkened, the stain getting bigger. Far from being sated, her desires only grew; she wanted more.

Felicia wiggled her hips, moving the stream of her piss to the left, then to the right, thoroughly soaking the floor. She was already lost in the moment, watching her transparent piss stream sail through the air and break up into droplets before hitting the floor, leaving a long dark, unsteady line in the carpeting. And she still wanted more.

She shifted forward and stood, only slightly hunched over in the spacious vehicle, spraying the leather between the two forward seats, but then pitched her front forward, bending over horizontally and then some more, arms holding the front seats to steady herself. Pitching her tail up, she watched upside-down as she stared between her legs, waving her hips from side to side, copiously hosing down the middle seats, listening to her urine strike the leather with a satisfying pattering sound, watching rivers of her piss run down the back of the seats. She doused them constantly, back and forth, leaning forward to try and raise her spray higher, clenching her muscles to push it out harder - until she was out and her stream waned. She hovered her hips directly over the armrest and forced out the last squirts of her pee onto it, panting deeply.

Her arousal burned intensely; the sheer daringness of the situation had gotten her more worked up than she'd ever been yet. More than anything, she wanted to plunge her fingers into her feminine folds and bring herself to orgasm, but in the wake of her excitement she was regaining some of her senses. She had to get going - who knew when the owner might come back? Her hand dove into her jacket pocket instead of her pussy, as much as she wanted it to be the other way around; she pulled out a packet of tissues and wiped herself clean with one, dropping it in her haste to get out of the vehicle. She grabbed her skirt and quickly put it back on, and stepped out of the car, glancing around; when she saw that nobody was coming, she paused, then took out her phone, grinning to herself as she took a few pictures of the inside of the car, squirming from arousal as she surveyed her 'work'. This was one to remember, after all.

With a final glance back, she closed the door of the SUV and rushed to the Devestri, remote-starting it on the way. She could take care of her other needs later; she had to get going -now-.

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Felicia was on autopilot, eating her lunch as she drove (and being extremely careful not to drop any crumbs), stopping at her home just long enough to pack a few clothes into a backpack, not wanting to dig up a proper suitcase. A few changes of clothes since the weather was bad and she didn't want to wear Carport-branded gear the entire time, a swimsuit since the airport hotel had a pool, her phone charger, tools to deal with the snow, and - because she knew she'd be spending a night all alone with nothing else to do - the first dildo she found.

After that, it was a long drive out to the airport. With judicious use of traffic apps on her phone she avoided the highway that was blocked by an accident, but it was still slow going due to the wintry weather, a heavy snowfall carpeting the landscape and getting worse by the minute. The traffic became sparser as fewer and fewer drivers went out on the roads, and when the snow changed to freezing rain, she was worried she might not make it there at all, and drove slower for safety. The only good thing about the rain was that it washed away the snow that had accumulated on the car, but it was sure to make the roads an even bigger mess.

A good four hours after she had departed the Carport garage, she arrived at the airport parking lot for the terminal she was to leave the car at, and called the Carport office to report in. As she went through the front of the terminal outside security, she glanced up at the screens, her whiskers drooping as she saw a long list of "Delayed" and "Cancelled" on the incoming and outgoing flights. At least she wasn't supposed to be flying out, but still, if she'd come all this way just for the client to be stuck out in some transfer airport, then she'd gone through this whole ordeal for nothing. She couldn't even just head back - the temperature was plummeting and after the freezing rain, the roads and highways would be like ice rinks, too dangerous to drive on.

The disappointment and frustration left Felicia feeling disheartened as she made her way to the hotel quickly - while there likely weren't many people travelling right now, and there were a lot more cancelled inbound flights than outbound ones, there'd still be other stranded travelers, and she'd have to grab a room quickly. On top of that, her mind was constantly drifting back to her adventure with the SUV, and the pictures of it she had on her phone. Far from ebbing, her arousal had continued to burn like smoldering firewood, never quite going away, making it hard for her to think straight. And now that she had resigned herself to being stuck at the airport, her mind wandered into thinking about what she would be doing while here.

Specifically, all she could think of was what to do with her bladder, which had refilled over the course of the trip. Once again, thoughts entered her head, thoughts that her rational mind would have silenced had it not been incapacitated by how horny and desperate she was. The little back-and-forth war inside of her took only a few seconds to resolve in favor of her lustful desires, and by the time she'd gotten to the hotel lobby, she'd made up her mind: if she was going to be stuck here, at an airport after a long and dangerous trip... then she was going to have fun at this hotel. As much fun as she could. She'd earned it.

Felicia made a quick trip to the ATM, paid for the room with cash, and used a false name, her heart pounding as she did. The bored-looking snow leopard clerk behind the desk didn't ask for ID, which only occurred to her afterwards as a miraculous stroke of luck, and before she had even fully realized what was happening - what she was doing - she was in an elevator with a room key clutched in her hand and a full bladder ready to release. She knew what she was going to do, and her conscience might as well have been bound and gagged somewhere for all the good its protestations did.

She swiped the keycard and opened the door to the room; it was a single, and though it had no window, it was pretty well furnished, with an en-suite bathroom and minifridge, none of which she cared about at that moment. The moment she closed and locked the door, she grabbed her phone from her pocket and stripped off her winter jacket, tossing it into the closet without even bothering to hang it up. Her sweater was next, thrown on the bed in a heap, and then her skirt. Only her panties required a little more effort to remove as she pushed them down and then simply stepped out of them, kneeling right in the center of the floor of the room with her legs spread wide.

Normally at this moment her internal debate would have been "should" vs. "should not"; but after hours of having her arousal bide its time, now it was only a question of "pee first" or "masturbate first". She flicked back to the photos she had taken of the SUV earlier, chest heaving as she breathed deeply, flicking back and forth with her left hand as her right snuck down to her vulva, teasing and rubbing her wet netherlips. If only she had had more time, she could have given it an even better marking; her mind went back to her escapade in the junkyard in the summer. If only she had recorded that!

Her gaze went back to her phone. She couldn't go back and record the past, but...

Switching the phone to record video, she held it out in front of her with one hand and pointed it back towards herself. Barely a second elapsed between her pressing the record button and her taking a deep breath to begin; desperate and horny as she was, it didn't take much encouraging for her body to open the floodgates, her hot piss cascading onto the carpet. She trembled with excitement - not only was she casually, openly, gleefully pissing right onto the middle of the deep red carpet in a hotel room, she was capturing it all on video. So many naughty desires of hers being fulfilled! Her free hand darted to her slit to hold it open and direct the stream a bit, rocking her hips slightly, but largely thoroughly soaking the same position, saturating it and watching the puddle spread out wider over the carpet, turning it to an even darker shade. She couldn't bear it any longer, and pitched herself forward, her chest pressed against the dry part of the carpet as she lifted her hips, her hand moving the camera behind her to catch the rest of her stream as she moaned out, spilling the rest of her hot, clear otter piss right onto the middle of the carpet. When her heavy stream trickled to a stop, she quickly clenched her muscles to squeeze out the last few spurts, and then dropped her phone onto the carpet uncaringly.

Immediately her right hand moved to her pussy, two fingers sliding inside and rubbing over the walls that were soaked with juices of her arousal. They dove in and out of her folds as she moaned, eyes closed shut as she re-lived the moment in her head, and her fun in the SUV, her imagination filling in what marking the expensive import car would have been like. As worked up as she was, it didn't take long before she felt her climax building, and then moaned loudly as it overcame her, legs trembling as her pussy walls squeezed around her fingers, excess nectar running down them and adding to the mess on the floor, her eyes closed tightly as she rode the wave of pleasure crashing against her.

Felicia wasn't sure how long it was before she opened her eyes, if she had passed out or was merely rendered senseless by her indulgent pleasure. She let out a long, satisfied sigh, basking in the afterglow for a few moments before her eyes snapped open and she rolled aside, looking at the huge stain in the carpet. What had she done? This was getting out of hand; discreetly peeing in cars, bathroom sinks, trashcans and the like was one thing, but flagrantly pissing on the floor of a hotel room was quite another!

She quickly grabbed her phone to stop the recording, then got up and went to the bathroom to clean herself up, vowing to stop this before it got any worse, and keep herself in check before she ended up getting arrested.

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Felicia passed the rest of her Friday in her room, plugging in her phone so she could make her way through the book she was reading and distract herself from the day's events. She left the room only to hang the sign on the door asking housekeeping not to come in, and sipped her way through the bottled water in the minifridge, the only thing in there that wouldn't annihilate her wallet.

She was restless, though, and when she finished her book she wasn't quite ready to sleep despite how late it was. It wasn't as if she had anything to do, anyway; the storm was still raging outside, so her chances of being able to leave early were nil. Rummaging through her backpack, she blushed at the sight of the toy she had packed, and quickly stuffed it under her other clothes, turning up the bright pink one-piece swimsuit she'd brought too. Of course; the pool would make a nice distraction and a good bit of exercise for the water-loving otter.

After heading down to the pool with her swimsuit, getting changed in the locker room, and entering the pool area, she was pleased to find it was almost completely deserted. She dove into the water and swam swiftly, doing laps around the pool, and swimming from one end to the other and back again, diving down to the bottom and touching it before swimming back up and surfacing with a splash. It was a fantastic distraction and helped her relax immensely.

At least until she felt the call of nature once again.

She ignored it for a little bit, too engrossed in her swimming, but the multiple bottles of water she had downed during the last few hours had gone through her, reaching and filling her bladder swiftly. No problem; there were toilets in the locker room, and she needed to behave. She swam to the edge of the pool and was about to climb out when she stopped and glanced around, treading water. Did she really have to? Would it really hurt to stay out here? It was a public swimming pool; chances are she wouldn't even be the first person to pee in it that day. She didn't want to stay in the pool while she did it, though, and she wasn't -completely- alone; over by the opposite, shallow end of the pool, a couple of other hotel guests were relaxing, talking, and not really paying any attention to her over by the deep end.

Felicia got out of the pool, but sat right on the edge, an idea coming to her head. It would be fine; nobody else was actually swimming, and her already heavily-diluted urine would disperse harmlessly into the water within seconds. It was nowhere near as bad as what she'd been doing earlier. With one careful eye on the other guests, she pulled her legs out of the water, pulling her knees up against her chest in such a way that her thigh and foot obscured the view of her loins from the other guests. She wrapped one arm around her legs to hold them steady, her other hand subtly and slowly tugging aside the bottom of her one-piece swimsuit to expose her pussy to the open air, less than an inch from the water's edge.

She breathed deeply, doing her best both to relax and to act natural, glancing around as if merely taking a break from swimming, and only keeping watch on the guests out of the corner of her eye. She tried to keep calm, avoiding letting her tail wag as she relished in just how naughty she was being, about to pee within sight of others who had no idea what she was doing. Biting her lip, she suppressed a soft moan as she felt her release begin, watching the trickle of clear water gush out from her slit, and muffling a squeak as she heard it splash louder than she expected. Fortunately, she was far enough away, and there was enough background noise in the pool, that the two talking guests didn't notice.

Her eyes lingered on them for a moment before going back to her stream and locking on it. She was really doing it! The thrill of it sent a shiver up her spine, making her stream wobble back and forth slightly, her breaths coming heavier as her arousal rapidly built. She couldn't move without drawing attention, but she was still able to play with her stream, clenching and relaxing her muscles to make it spray a little further from her body into the pool water as it rose and fell by a couple of inches. She wanted to stand and see how far she could spray, but knew that would definitely draw attention and get her in trouble, so instead she let the last of her clear piss splash into the pool as she watched it intently, then leaned back. Still keeping her leg between the guests and her pussy, she spread the lips of it before she pushed out the last of her urine by clenching her muscles, watching as the final squirts of fluid sailed through the air before landing in the pool, too quick and too small to be noticed at that distance by them.

She panted deeply from her intense arousal, slipping her swimsuit back into position and getting up to head for the changing rooms so she could go back to her room and masturbate again; there was no way she would be able to sleep without tending to the intensely burning desire inside of her now that she had ignited it. But at least this time she had done it far less destructively, and told herself that this was a step in the right direction.

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After sleeping soundly, Felicia awoke on Saturday morning with her face buried in the cushy pillows at the head of the bed, wiggled a little, went back to sleep for a bit, and awoke again an hour later when her phone buzzed from a text message from work informing her that her client would be coming late that day, so she would have to stay another couple nights. Felicia was very happy to read that, her whiskers lifting as she grinned widely; she was enjoying the unusual chance to indulge her kink so much, so often, and in so many new ways. She lazed in the luxurious bed for another twenty minutes, idly checking news and mail on her phone.

Eventually, though, she managed to escape the bed gravity keeping her held in such a comfortable warm prison, standing in the middle of the room and stretching her arms over her naked body, yawning wide. She idly glanced back at the floor, and blinked; in the intervening time, the huge wet stain she had left on the carpet had dried, leaving no easily visible trace that it had ever been there. She considered renewing it, then shook her head as she scurried off to the bathroom quickly to take a shower; she had lucked out and didn't need to tempt fate again. She could satisfy her urges in the shower. 

The bathroom was white all over; white tile, white porcelain, white towels, white shower curtain, everything was a pristine white. Opposite the door was a bathtub with a showerhead, and she turned the water on first and waited for it to heat before stepping inside and closing the shower curtain, more out of habit than anything else.

The hot water against her body felt wonderful, the otter sticking her face directly under the showerhead with her eyes closed as she was soaked from head to toe, the remnants of her sleepiness vanishing under the refreshing shower. Just as she was about to finish, she smiled and spread her legs, looking down as she prepared to add her own water to the shower. She had always enjoyed doing it when she was younger, something that made a lot of sense in hindsight now that she knew just how much she loved to pee away from a toilet.

But as she watched the stream of her piss gush from her slit down to the drain, she felt strangely unsatisfied. It just wasn't all that exciting; lots of people relieved themselves in the shower, so there wasn't any real thrill in doing so. Part of her said to finish anyway and get creative next time, but she was still mostly-full and had no intention of wasting the rest of her urine.

Instead, she grabbed the shower curtain and pulled it back, turning to the side, her piss splashing haphazardly across the edge of the tub and the bath mat just next to it. Even better, the back of the bathroom door she had closed had a floor-length mirror on it, providing a mirror image of a naked, wet otter woman casually pissing onto the white tiled floor of the bathroom. She spread her slit with two fingers and shifted her legs apart while leaning back; as a woman it was difficult for her to aim, but she had gotten a lot of practice over the last few months.

And it was a small bathroom.

Immediately she felt a tingle of excitement run up her spine as she watched her piss stream splash onto the bath mat, and she moved it side to side for a couple of seconds before seeking a new target, twisting her hips as she shifted her legs. It was a bathroom; it was designed to get wet, so she could just splash some more water from the shower or sink afterwards to clean up... or at least, that's what she told herself as her piss rained down on the lowered toilet seat lid, producing an echoing drumming sound as her almost-clear water flowed outward, spilling off the sides of the lid onto the floor.

Felicia became determined to see just how much she could reach without getting out of the tub. She splashed the floor in front of the tub with piss, the clear otter-water scattering in all directions as it struck the white tile. There was a wastebasket next to the toilet, and with a twist of her hips she hit the back of the bag inside of it, producing a rustling sound as her stream broke up into droplets before striking the surface of the plastic bag. The cabinet under the sink was her next target, and with a wiggle of her hips she giggled as she watched her urine splash on the varnished, white-painted wood, running down it in small rivers towards the floor.

She turned back to face the door, squeezing her muscles and leaning as far as she could in the shower, shooting out an arc of piss... but it fell short of the door she was aiming at. Felicia frowned momentarily; her bladder was almost empty, but she had one more thing in the bathroom she wanted to hose down. Rather than try and awkwardly aim from the shower, she simply stepped out onto the mat quickly, taking another step towards the door. At last she was in range, and watched with a gleeful expression as she and her reflection pissed out the last of their fluids, the stream and its mirror seeming to strike each other on the surface of the glass and pour down it rapidly, until it trickled off after a few more seconds. Felicia and her mirror image clenched to push out the last few spurts, and then the otter looked around, surveying her handiwork and all the things she had just emptied out her bladder on, feeling both proud of it, and pleased that she couldn't possibly get in trouble for this one.

Felicia stepped back into the shower for a final rinse before turning off the water, grabbing a towel off the rack which had been too high for her to spray earlier. Her day was off to a great start.

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The rest of Felicia's morning was fairly ordinary, starting with a trip downstairs to claim breakfast, which involved multiple glasses of orange juice and cups of coffee to ensure she'd refill her bladder before too long. Then, a quick trip to the front desk to leave the keys to the Devestri there for the client to pick up. She then passed a couple hours in her room on the next book in the series, lazily sprawled on the bed in just her underwear, enjoying the softness of the bedcovers underneath her as she sipped from bottles of water. Eventually she grew restless, and decided to take another trip to the swimming pool, wondering if she might get away with a repeat of her stunt from the previous night as she fetched her swimsuit.

When she arrived, she found that the pool was a lot busier than she expected. It looked as if there was some sort of large group, maybe a bachelor party, taking up a good chunk of the pool, drinking and talking loudly over by the shallow end. Felicia went for a swim anyway, but found the noise distracting, not to mention that there were simply too many people milling around for her to have any chance of relieving herself at the pool edge, and she didn't really want to do it while she was still in the water. So, after a few quick laps and dives to at least get a bit of exercise, she climbed out of the pool and headed back to the changing rooms slightly grumpily for another quick shower to wash the chlorinated water off her fur.

It was astounding for her to discover that the women's locker room was deserted and almost completely silent, but it made sense; the bachelor party didn't have any women along and any other potential female swimmers were likely avoiding the pool because of it. At first, Felicia took advantage of this by stripping out of her swimsuit entirely, letting her shower naked to clean herself more efficiently. During her entire shower, not a single person came or left the changing room, and when she turned off the water, she already had a broad grin across her face, perking up her whiskers, more devious plans coming to mind about what to do now that all the coffee and juice from earlier had worked its way through her. The showers were perpetually wet, of course, but she'd already left a trail of water on the floor coming in from the pool; much like the bathroom she'd had fun in earlier, everything in here was designed to withstand a bit of water. Or liquids that were mostly-water, at least.

She snuck back to the main locker room area, peeking around to check once again that nobody else was there. The center had a series of low benches, one side a number of small lockers, and opposite that was a number of changing stalls, all currently open and empty. Even so, this was going to be very daring, since the doors were around curves designed to prevent anyone peeking inside from the corridors beyond, but if anyone came in she'd have maybe a second or two to hide. She was banking on that not happening at all... and with that in mind, she stashed her swimsuit in a locker, then strode to the dead center of the room, dripping water from the shower as she did.

Felicia imagined she was putting on a show, and lifted her arms to put her hands behind her head as 
she spread her legs, standing naked. The otter drew in a breath, and as she let it out she also let out her pee, a quiet second elapsing before she heard it splash on the tile. She began to walk slowly, though it was awkward with her legs apart so wide, moving around the room without trying to guide her stream, just letting it fall where it did, splashing onto the tiles below. She got close enough to the far wall to splash it a little, then turned around to the benches.

Bending over one, she got down into a kneeling position, still pissing, her clear fluid splashing onto the bench and spilling over the sides to the floor below. She lowered her hips until there was barely an inch between her pussy and the varnished wood of the bench, and pulled herself along, shifting her hips back and forth to thoroughly soak the entire bench from one end to the other. Once at the other end of the bench, she got back up, holding her pee in to save it, and moved quickly to the lockers, opening a few of them and letting out a short burst into each. She would have been content to let out the rest of her piss in the lockers, but she glanced around and something caught her eye.

In the corner there was a hamper of used towels to be taken away for laundry. It was only about a quarter-full, perhaps from a group that was in before the party, but Felicia immediately moved over to it quickly, her body protesting about having its release stopped. Turning away from it, she bent over and lifted her tail, shifting back to position her rump over the corner of the hamper, and let loose again. An arch of her piss splashed onto the towels with a thumping sound that quickly became a muffled splash as she soaked the towels on top, her hips wiggling just a little bit to spray around as much as she could. A moan escaped her lips; her flagrant indulgence in her kink was turning her on immensely, considering how much she had already gotten away with and how much more she was accomplishing right now, hosing down the used towels that were just going to be laundered anyway, making it harmless - if exciting - fun. As soon as the flow of pee stopped she squeezed her muscles to squirt out the last of it, panting heavily as she grabbed a fresh towel and quickly dried herself, rubbing it against her slit to dry it before tossing the towel in with the rest in the hamper. 

Quickly pulling her clothes back on, she rushed back to her room with her swimsuit, aroused and flustered. As soon as she closed the door she hurried to the bed, tugging down her pants and panties, flopping on the covers on her front. One arm snaked under her and dove into her slit, which was wet again with her own honey on account of her arousal, intent only on bringing herself to orgasm as she shoved her head against the bedspread and moaned into it. Her fingertips rubbed her inner walls while her thumb brushed her clit, with no intention of savoring the moment or letting it take any longer than necessary, and the otter soon shuddered heavily on the bed in orgasm, squirting pussy juice onto her hand, before flopping in a daze, hips hanging off the edge of the bed.

It was a few minutes before she regained her senses enough to get up and go to the bathroom to clean herself up. This impromptu holiday was getting better every minute.

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Hours later - after Felicia had gotten thoroughly engrossed in her book and lost track of the time while sipping through water - the otter was returning from a trip to the airport stores, carrying a 24-pack of water bottles. She didn't want to let housekeeping in her room, so she'd left the sign hanging on the doorknob, but that also meant they couldn't restock the fridge.

Arriving on the floor her room was on, she stepped out of the elevator and started heading back when she passed the ice machine in the corridor, her soft footsteps on the carpet suddenly interrupted by a squelch as her shoe stepped in a wet patch of carpet.

"What the-?" she said out loud, stopping and turning her body to take a look. Next to the ice machine she spotted a plastic cup on its side, and a large quantity of ice - clearly someone had dropped it and not bothered cleaning it up. In the intervening time, the ice had partly melted, making a sizeable puddle on the carpet.

Felicia sighed, took about two steps, and stopped as a thought occurred to her: the floor was -already- wet...

She shook her head, but like most of the naughty ideas that had entered her head lately, it refused to leave, and after a few moments of thought she put down the pack of water and glanced around. The corridor was silent; at this time of day almost everyone was likely out doing something, assuming there were many people on the floor to begin with at this time of year and in this weather. Still, she'd want to be quick, just in case, and at least the sound of a door opening would carry all the way down the hall.

Felicia set the bottles of water down on a dry part of the ground and squatted down by the spill, her feet on either side of it, as she hooked a finger under her skirt and tugged aside her panties. She took a few quick breaths, urging her body to hurry along, and pursed her lips to stifle the soft moan that tried to escape her as she felt her release start. Her stream immediately produced a wet pattering sound on the already-soaked carpet, and after a quick glance down the hall to make sure it was still empty, she craned her head forward to take a look.

Just as expected, it was impossible to tell the part of the carpet her piss was soaking apart from the section that was saturated with ice water. She shifted slightly, and her stream hit one of the half-melted ice cubes, the force sending it skittering a few inches forward. Felicia blinked, then giggled softly as she started moving her hips to try and hit more of the cubes, the warm waste-water making them melt even more as she pushed the tiny blocks of ice around. With her free hand, she reached over to the ice machine she was squatting beside, pulling its lever for a moment, causing a few fresh cubes to drop onto the drip tray; she scooped them up and then dropped them into the puddle of water and pee so that she had some fully intact ones to play with. It was difficult as her stream wasn't particularly accurate, but with enough wiggles of her hips and clenches of her muscles at the right time she could hit them reliably enough, and she felt somewhat disappointed when she finally ran out, clenching her muscles to force out the last couple drops before she quickly stood up and grabbed the pack of water bottles.

It was a little odd to find it so fun rather than arousing this time around - not that she wasn't highly turned on by what she had just done - but her brain immediately started concocting ideas for what else she might be able to do in the future to make her little indulgences even more fun...

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Felicia slept like a log in the comfortable bed, naked under the wonderfully soft blanket and comforter. She awoke on Sunday morning not to her alarm or another text message, but to an intense need to pee, a need she had brought about on herself deliberately by chugging water before bed the previous night. She wriggled her way out of the covers, yawning and stretching as she sat up, confronted with a problem: she had an achingly full bladder, but what was she going to do with it? She rubbed over her pussy with her right index and middle fingers as she thought it over. The bed was off-limits, but the rest of her room was fair game, though she had so many choices...

A flash of inspiration came to her, and she got off the bed, digging around in the backpack she had brought to take out the toy she had stuffed into an inner pocket. The draconic, silicone cock was reasonably sized; big enough to fill her comfortably and stretch her just a little without being difficult to take, and she glanced around the room looking for something to set it down on. This was something she'd wanted to do at home, but had never wanted to deal with cleaning up the mess, and the fact that she wouldn't have to worry about it this time around was one she intended to make full use of.

Her eyes fell on the perfect object; a circular, dark green ottoman on casters, tucked under a desk at the side of the room. She wheeled it out from under the desk, her pussy lips already wet with excitement as she thought of the fantasy she was about to live out. She placed the toy atop the center of the ottoman, grasping one of her breasts and squeezing it as her chest rose and fell from the deep breaths she took as she moved to straddle the stool and the toy on top of it.

She was quite wet enough to take the silicone shaft into her pussy without too much trouble, descending slowly as she squatted down onto it, her free hand reaching out and grabbing the edge of the desk for support. The conical tip spread her labia apart and pushed into her, her breaths coming louder and heavier as she felt it entering her, moaning softly under her breath as her vaginal walls spread to accommodate it. This was hardly her first - or even tenth - time with this toy, but it was the first time she was riding it with a full bladder.

A full bladder that the toy began to press against from inside of her.

Felicia bit her lip, whiskers twitching as she was determined to hilt on the toy first, bending her legs at the knees until she felt her pussylips kiss the base of the toy, the silicone stretching her walls enough to put more pressure on her bladder, her legs trembling as she fought, only briefly, the urge to release, as she leaned her upper body forward, putting both hands on the desk to support herself. She took a few more breaths, and then, with a deep sigh, she stopped fighting it, and relaxed her muscles, looking down to watch what happened next.

A hard jet of her piss shot from her urethra and struck the base of the toy, quickly flowing off of it and onto the cushion underneath. Raising her hips, she half-closed her eyes, pretending that she was peeing during sex as she lowered her hips to take the toy back into her wet tunnels, the tip nudging her bladder again as she continued to empty it onto the bottom of the toy and the cushion it was resting on. She shivered heavily, bouncing on the toy in a very unsteady rhythm, the motions sending her piss all over the ottoman and the carpeted floor under the desk, the sound reaching her ears alternating between the heavy pattering on the fabric of the stool, and the wetter splashing on the saturated section of carpet she kept spraying.

Eyes closed, she imagined herself riding someone as she raised and lowered her hips faster on the toy, unsteadily continuing to spray her piss all over as she did. She moaned out loudly, uncaring if anyone could hear, occasionally pausing to grind down hard on the toy and wiggle her hips for a second or two. Even as her stream started to trickle off, she kept going, letting the last of it splash about, and grinding downward as she clenched to push out the last few squirts.

She was already on the edge from the experience, and as she started pulling her hips up and slamming them back down on the toy, she shuddered heavily, moaning and clutching at the table. A tingling sensation ran through her as her orgasm approached, and she didn't stop moving her hips even as it crashed into her, her back arching and her head tipping back, mouth open in a loud, long moan. She rode it out, hips still bouncing as she held tightly onto the desk, her pussy juices covering the toy thoroughly as her inner walls squeezed down on it.

Felicia slumped on the desk and lay there for a couple of minutes, panting and gasping, dazed by the intensity of her climax, the toy still fully buried in her snatch. It was quite the start to her day, and she hadn't even gotten breakfast... or gotten dressed, for that matter.

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After getting food, the otter didn't leave her room for most of the day, but it was far from a dull experience.

It was her last full day before heading back, and she intended to make the most of it, drinking her way through the water she had stocked up on. She didn't even wait until she really needed to go; any time she felt she was even remotely ready, she put down her phone and found something new in the room to pee on.

The desk was her first target, and she stood on top of one of the chairs, bent far over with her hands on the chair back to support herself as she pissed all over the top of the varnished surface. Next time around, the chairs got their turn, the otter straddling them with her chest pressed to the back of the chair as she let loose her bladder all over the seat cushions. The large cabinet holding the TV got the third serving of Felicia's urine, as she opened up the cupboard underneath it and pissed into the space inside which was mostly empty but for a few cables. Finally, just as the evening was coming around, she went to the closet, which would have been barely deep enough for her to stand in, and peed all over the folded ironing board that was there, soaking the fabric covering from as high as she could reach all the way down to the bottom, and then finishing off along the back wall of the closet with the last few seconds of her stream.

As she was back on her bed, drinking water and considering what to do next, her stomach growled, reminding her that she needed to eat, too. After some thought, she put on one of the nicer changes of clothes she had brought, and headed out of the hotel to see where she could find a meal at the airport terminal that wasn't fatty burgers or greasy pizza, and as luck would have it, one of the restaurants that didn't require going through airport security was a family seafood place; within her budget but better than fast food. 

A vixen waitress sat her in the corner at a booth with square table and a long tablecloth that reached to the floor. On account of the weather the place was incredibly quiet with very few customers, though there was some music playing so that things weren't completely silent - the otter didn't mind the quiet, since it was certainly better than being surrounded by screaming children. Plus, her meal was brought to her quickly, so she didn't have to wait long to appease her stomach, making her way through the food as well as most of a pitcher of lemon water, silently mulling over what she would do with all the water after her body was done with it and she got back to her room.

At least, until an incredibly devious idea entered her head. Why wait that long?

She surreptitiously glanced around to confirm nobody else was around - there were a few patrons up at the front, but nobody over where she was. The tablecloth completely covered her legs and stretched all the way down to the floor, and she was sat with her back towards the wall such that the table was between her and anyone who would walk by. Felicia squirmed, seriously considering relieving herself on the floor of a public restaurant, then silently asking herself if she was seriously considering relieving herself on the floor of a public restaurant. The place was dead quiet and would be closing soon, and like her other recent adventures it would dry quickly enough. Nobody would see her. It would be more harmless fun...

Knowing she couldn't waste too much time, she started to shift into position, spreading her legs while sitting right at the edge of the seat, pulling up her skirt with one hand and also pulling the tablecloth up at the same time to keep her legs covered, pulling aside her panties once her skirt was far enough up. With her other hand, she took out her phone, starting a video recording, and snuck it under the tablecloth; she wouldn't be able to watch now, but she might be able to see it for herself later.

Keeping still, she took several breaths, glancing around her surroundings and doing her best to look natural, then looking back down as if she were doing something on her phone as she realized that would look far more natural than constantly looking around. Her whiskers twitched as she focused on trying to relax, and almost caught herself by surprise as she started to pee, barely able to hear the sound of it hitting the carpet over the music playing in the background.

Blood rushed to her cheeks; she was really doing it! She tried to keep still, but fidgeted and squirmed in place, the wet pattering sound occasionally changing to a light metallic ringing when she hit the evidently metal table leg. She felt an intense arousal building in her, from the sheer naughtiness of what she was doing, going above and beyond her previous escapades yet again. To any onlookers, she would have simply been sat at her booth, but in reality she was wiggling her hips under the table, pissing all around underneath, the pattering sound becoming a splashing as she saturated the carpet, still with plenty more to go...

She looked up, and saw the waitress coming towards her. Felicia froze, too panicked internally to think about trying to stop her stream. Was she about to be caught? Had she gone too far this time? Was she going to have to make a break for it? She squeezed her muscles a little, trying to force out a bit more to finish faster, but then realized that it would just make it louder and relaxed, trying to look natural as the vixen came over. Maybe she could bluff, say she spilled some water? But that would only work if she finished up first, and the waitress was getting too close...

"Here's your check," the fox said, raising her voice to be heard over the music in the background, smiling at Felicia and leaving two slips of paper on the table before immediately leaving to go head back to the kitchens.

Felicia blinked and mumbled some thanks, watching her leave before returning her attention to what she was doing. That had been far too close, and Felicia's cheeks burned both from embarrassment and arousal, the otter wiggling her hips again as she splashed and sprayed all over the underside of the table with the last of her stream, pulling the phone close to her loins as she forced out the last few squirts. Putting away her phone, she cautiously took a napkin and wiped herself with it before crumpling it up with the others on her plate, slipped her panties back into place, and took a few more breaths - and a few more gulps of lemon water - to calm herself before she got up to pay at the register.

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Felicia overdid it on the water that night, however, and woke up in the dead of night from an aching pain in her bladder. Groaning, she checked the bedside clock through bleary, barely-opened eyes; 2:07 AM. Far too early to get up, even to pee. She was too comfy, and didn't want to leave the bed, but she didn't want to wet it either, not when she still needed to sleep in it. It was quite the conundrum, and one she had a simple enough solution for.

Closing her eyes tightly, the otter wiggled her body under the covers and down the bed until her legs slipped over the far end of the bed, shuffling so that her feet touched the carpeted floor, spread apart. Felicia tugged up the covers just enough to expose her pussy, and let out a huff under the covers as she casually started to urinate right there. She didn't know - or care - where her stream was going or what she was pissing on; all she cared was that it felt amazing to relieve her burstingly full bladder. She listened to the sound of her piss in the otherwise-silent room splashing onto the carpet somewhere, soaking it until it began forming a puddle and splashing loudly. Wiggling her hips, she sent the stream back and forth, uncaring of where it might go, keeping her eyes closed as she imagined it spraying and showering all over the room and everything in it. The otter started to buck her hips as well, deliberately trying to send her piss all over the place to whatever might be in range, picturing an enormous mess of the room in her head.

When she finally ran dry, she very routinely clenched to squeeze out the last bit of pee, then pulled herself back up under the covers, her legs retreating to the warmth of the bed, until her head slipped out from the top of the covers and came to rest back on the pillows.

If only she could do this every night...

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Alas, all good things must come to an end, and Felicia felt a little disappointed the next morning when she woke up, knowing that she'd have to say goodbye to the warm, comfortable bed. After she got herself breakfast and a final set of drinks of coffee and water, she headed back to her room to re-pack her backpack and then curl back up in the bed to enjoy it as much as possible before she needed to head out and back to work. She'd need to deliver the Devestri back to where she got it, then finish out her shift before she could finally head back home... and save the pictures and videos she'd taken during this impromptu holiday.

Eventually, with a sigh, she dragged herself out of the bed and gave it one last look. For the last few nights the bed had been the one thing in the room safe from her wet adventurers, and her whiskers perked as she grinned to herself, realizing that it was no longer the case. She could have one final piss before going back to her normal routine, and she could make it a good one. Felicia stripped down out of her shoes, skirt, and panties, leaving her in just her socks and her sweater, the bottomless otter climbing up onto the bed and standing on it in the middle, shifting her legs apart. With her hands on her hips, she decided to do this one hands-free, and looked down as she drew in a deep breath.

Without her fingers holding her pussy to guide it, she let her piss fall freely, splashing onto the middle of the bedspread and darkening a growing circle of the fabric. She wiggled her hips, sending droplets of clear pee spraying all over the bed, numerous small dark spots appearing wherever her hot urine soaked into the top blanket. Bending forward at the hips to almost level, she sent her stream spraying behind her to the foot of the bed, giggling as she stared upside-down at the flow of piss, then stood back up straight, stepping carefully towards the head of the bed. It was just enough for her to reach the pillows, and with another swish and sway of her hips she soaked them with an unsteady line of pee across all of them, the white fabric darkening to gray.

Experimentally, she lifted one leg off the bed, holding her arms out for balance, sending her stream off to the side as it wobbled unsteadily and splashed all over the side of the bedspread, carefully lowering her foot to one of the increasingly-rare dry spots so she could lift the other. Most of the bedcovers had been splashed and sprayed by this point, and as Felicia felt herself running out, she bent over again, sending her spray down and behind her, picking up the pillow in the middle. After her stream trickled off, she held the pillow between her legs and squeezed her muscles, forcing out the last few spurts, before flipping the pillow over and pressing the dry side against her pussy, moaning softly as she grinded against it while cleaning her slit lips, rubbing it back and forth several times over her labia.

With a soft sigh, she dropped the pillow back into place and hopped off the bed to get dressed again, putting on her shoes and backpack. It was time to go. Stopping only to take a few pictures of the soaked bed, she headed out of the room, taking off the 'do not disturb sign' before closing the door behind her, and started to walk for the stairs.

Along the way, she passed a member of the housecleaning staff, a male tortoiseshell cat who gave her a nod and a smile. Felicia smiled back and nodded to him courteously as he pushed past her with a cart of cleaning supplies and fresh linens.

Her eyes suddenly widened as she realized he was heading for her room, her cheeks blushing furiously. He was going to have quite the mess to clean up in there.

But it was a hotel; that kind of thing happened all the time... right?

The otter quickly hurried her steps and went for the stairs instead of the elevator so as to make a faster escape before the housekeeper got the chance to see the state of her room.
