"R.O.B., come clean up in the women's locker room, please."

"Affirmative."

Krystal strode out from the women's locker room, having just finished her exercises, a shower, and her now-habitual pee onto the tiled floor. The continued state of disrepair on the Great Fox had made her develop a habit of relieving herself in unusual spots around the ship; it had gotten to the point now where it was just part of her routine to sit at the end of one particular long changing bench, spread her legs, and piss onto the floor. She wouldn't be able to do that the next time one of the other women came to visit, sure, but until then she had no reason not to continue her new habit. And, hopefully, Slippy would have finally fixed the bathrooms and turbolift by then.

Fortunately, R.O.B. always cleaned up after her flawlessly, leaving nothing behind but shiny floors and the faint scent of pine needles. Even then, she still didn't want to pee in a spot that she used for other things – perhaps it was just some ancient vulpine instinct, but she didn't want to be sitting or changing in the exact same spot she took care of her body's needs. Perhaps it was some of those same instincts, though, that gave her a tiny bit of a rush from doing so; each place she relieved herself was her own, personal spot, her territory, marked by her own scent... however temporarily.

She shook her head, bringing herself back to the present as she began the climb up the stairs. The Great Fox had finally reached Cornerian orbit, back from a relatively minor mission on the fringe of the Lylat system. Unfortunately for Krystal, that meant that Fox would be down on the surface to debrief with General Pepper, file an inordinate amount of paperwork, submit his invoice and attend several government and military meetings. As much as she wanted to be with him, attending any of that would surely bore her to tears, and Fox wasn't going to have much free time to spend with her before they shipped out again.

The rest of the crew were also going to be down on Corneria. Slippy was going to spend time with his father at the lab and, hopefully, get all the parts he needed to fix up the ship. Peppy was also heading to visit some family, and Falco, in lieu of a family visit, was going to catch up with his old 'crew' – by which, Fox later explained to Krystal, Falco meant his old gang. And probably Katt, if she happened to turn up, as she had a knack for doing.

With no family of her own and little reason to go wandering around Corneria on her own, Krystal had elected to stay on the ship while the crew took their shore leave. The blue vixen was going to have the place to herself for a couple of days, and she already had plans to train more rigorously. She'd resolved to practice some new moves in the hopes of soundly beating Fox the next time they sparred, hoping that it would impress him if she did.

Checking her wrist com, Krystal realized it was getting late. She hurried up the stairs so she could catch the crew and say goodbye before they headed off tomorrow morning; after that, she'd make herself a mug of tea and relax with it and a book for a while before heading to bed. At least she'd already taken care of part of her nighttime routine; relieving herself in the women's locker room meant that she wouldn't have to deal with the frigid toilet seat up in her bathroom.

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The next morning, Krystal's sleepy mind took a few minutes to remember why nobody had come to wake her up. She had slept in a little, but with nothing specific on her agenda it wasn't a big deal. Getting up from the bed, the blue and white vixen yawned and stretched her arms over her head, clad in her nightgown, taking a few moments to rouse herself fully before she opened her drawers to get a change of clothes.

As she rummaged in the drawers, her still half-asleep mind remembered again that she would be alone for a couple of days. That would give her the opportunity to wear her traditional Cerinian outfit – the white top and long, ornate, front-and-back loincloth – which she normally couldn't wear without having people stare. She didn't mind so much when Fox's eyes wandered, but it was a bit much to put up with from the rest of the crew.

Once dressed, she headed to the kitchen to make some tea to help wake herself up, sitting down to enjoy it and occasionally blowing over the mug to cool its contents as she considered her options. She had her new workout routine to try, that was a given. And she would be able to use the flight simulator all she wanted without getting interrupted by the other crewmembers wanting their turn. There were some new cooking recipes she could try by herself, giving her the chance to refine them before having to share. The unbroken quiet would be good for catching up on her books, too...

By the time she finished her tea, Krystal felt much better, and was ready for a morning workout, so after stashing the mug in the dishwasher she took the long trip down to the gym, mentally running through the routine she had in mind, and figuring out all the equipment she'd have to lay out ahead of time – just a few mats to start with, but she'd need a practice dummy for her staff training later. She'd need to grab a water bottle and some towels to keep at hand, too.

It took several minutes to collect all the gear and bring it out to the gym floor. Once set up, Krystal turned to head to the locker room to get changed into her sparring clothes. Having the loincloth flapping around during training would get annoying at best, as it was the longer, ceremonial one rather than the shorter one that she had worn back on Dinosaur Planet. It would be annoying to change again, and then back, especially when there wasn't even anyone else around to...

That thought trailed off, and she paused mid-stride. It was only her and R.O.B. on the ship right now – she didn't necessarily have to change fully, or at least only for practicality and not decency. Standing next to one of the mats she had set out, she unclipped her loincloth and let it fall to the floor, her top following suit a moment later, leaving her completely naked but for her jewelry. She had to admit, it felt liberating, and after a few experimental kicks and punches at the empty air, she decided to continue like that rather than going to the locker room just to fetch her athletic gear.

So, the blue vixen started her warmup routine as naked as the day she was born, stretching her arms and legs on one of the mats in a carefully practiced series of movements. During a squat, however, she realized a slight problem: since her new normal routine involved using the locker room as her bathroom, and she hadn't gone there at all this morning, she had skipped her morning pee entirely without realizing it. She wasn't particularly desperate, no more than the normal need after waking up, but she wouldn't be able to get through the whole exercise routine without having to stop in the middle of it.

She sighed and continued her stretches, wanting to at least finish those first. Her options were to walk all the way back up to deck two, or more likely, to just go to the locker room and do what she should have done before starting: pee on the floor and call in R.O.B. to clean it up. But as she got close to finishing her warm-up, another thought occurred to her: If she was just going to pee on the floor and call R.O.B., why did it have to specifically be the locker room floor? She could just go right here as long as she pointed herself away from where she wanted to train, and call in R.O.B. when she was done. And since she was all alone on the ship, it wasn't like anyone could walk in on her in the middle of it.

Krystal finished her stretch, standing bent over with her fingers outstretched towards her toes. From that pose, she leaned forward and bent her knees, hands pressing into the mat to hold herself up as she got down onto all fours. Then, she turned herself over, so that she was face-up, arms below her and holding up her upper body with her legs spread wide and her feet on either side of the mat, tail underneath her as she assumed a reclined squatting position.

She relaxed her muscles – and almost surprised herself with the torrential stream that sprayed from near the top of her pussy. Her position gave it a long, low trajectory, shooting an impressive distance through the air before it splashed at the far end of the mat, drumming on the vinyl covering loudly. The waterproof surface meant her stream sprayed off in all directions upon impact, and quickly started splashing as a puddle grew in size on the top of the mat, spilling over the edges in short order.

It spread a little too far, though, and as she kept unleashing her bladder, she felt her left big toe getting wet from the growing puddle. She quickly spread her legs wider, taking her feet off the mat entirely, and pushed her hips further upward as she clenched her muscles to force the already-impressive stream out harder. For a brief moment she could only hear the hissing sound of her mostly-clear fluid spraying out of her body, before the splattering sound of it striking the end of the mat returned as her renewed stream fell to the floor.

Krystal inwardly wondered if she always peed this much in the mornings and only noticed now since she was paying attention to it. She held her position, which was itself a good stretching pose, for several more seconds as she continued to piss all over the soaked mat. Eventually her stream began to peter out, and as she lowered her hips she realized it would make a mess of herself if she let it end normally. Cutting it off with a clench of her muscles, she got to her feet and stepped back from the surprisingly large puddle of vixen urine, keeping her legs spread as she squatted slightly. The dry spot that had been under her body was showered with the rest of her pee as she straddled the mat and relaxed again to quickly empty out the rest of her bladder, the last few drops quickly falling to the vinyl in contrast to the heavy spray she had opened with.

Glad that she had brought extra towels, Krystal grabbed one of them and quickly cleaned herself, rubbing between her legs for a moment before drying off her wet toe as well. She left the used towel next to the soaked mat before moving to the mats furthest from the one she had soaked, and got ready to continue her workout, confidant that her body wouldn't interrupt her.

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After finishing her exercise routine, Krystal called for R.O.B., gathered her things and headed to the locker room to clean up and dress. She felt energized and fully awake, and headed back up to the living area to make breakfast, brewing another large mug of tea to go with it.

After eating, finishing her tea and taking some time to rest and relax, she got back up and started to wander as she decided what to do next. Eventually, she settled on taking the opportunity to use the flight simulator – while she had improved since she first joined the team, she was still nowhere near the level of the veteran pilots, so the practice would be welcome.

The flight simulator had its own room near the hangar containing a full-size Arwing, or at least, a replica of one with the internals replaced and the canopy fitted with screens. The whole thing was held up on an armature to pitch and roll it around, and the only thing it couldn't truly accurately simulate was the G-forces a pilot would feel – in a real Arwing, the G-diffusers heavily mitigated them but couldn't eliminate them completely. A ladder on each side by the cockpit allowed for easy entry, and Krystal climbed her way up the starboard side ladder to hop in, closing the canopy once she got settled into the pilot's seat.

Krystal had been embarrassed by her performance as a pilot when she first joined the team, but it had been a long time since then. Practicing her flying skills almost as fiercely as she trained herself in physical combat, she had come a long way, and could comfortably finish most of the simulator missions. All she was lacking in was real-world experience – but she was sure that if she performed well enough in training (and if Slippy ever got hold of enough parts) that Fox would officially make her a fifth member of the group... some day.

Focused on that goal, she did a couple of warm-up missions, recreating some of the Star Fox team's previous battles. It may not have been perfect, but the simulator was accurate enough to get her heart racing, and her mind focused. Full of determination, she cranked up the difficulty to the maximum setting, took a moment to stretch her muscles as best she could in the cramped cockpit, and got started.

Her confidence, sadly, did not quite match her ability. The first time she attempted it, she was shot down in under ten seconds by a vicious opening barrage of gunfire from the mothership the scenario was simulating an assault on. But she was determined not to give up, and tried again, getting further inside before homing missiles took her out. Again and again, the words "MISSION FAILED" appeared on the cockpit interior with the windows edged in flame, but each time they did, it had taken longer than before.

But then Krystal hit a wall in the form of the mothership core. Dozens of interceptors flew around the core interior, repeatedly pummeling her shields and destroying the simulated Arwing. She couldn't make any progress; any time she thought she had survived the opening attack, a ship she missed would get her from a blind spot. The blue vixen became more and more frustrated, growling deeply; she'd definitely have been able to hold her own in a real fight where her telepathy would let her sense her adversaries, but even something this advanced wasn't capable of simulating that.

On top of all that, her tea from breakfast and all the water she'd drank during her morning workout had caught up to her. She'd been so absorbed in the simulator that she hadn't even noticed she had subconsciously crossed her legs until, while waiting for the mission to load and restart yet again, she felt a pang from her bladder and realized her legs were pressed firmly together.

She sighed under her breath as her hands grasped the controls. "Okay, just one more." She muttered to herself as she leaned forward, prepared for the scenario's opening. "Then I'll go head over to the bathroom."

Minutes later, she growled as she fumbled in the middle of the level and crashed into the interior wall of the ship after she got distracted by her growing need to urinate. Krystal immediately pressed the restart button without thinking, determined to give it another shot. "That one didn't count," she grumbled in annoyance. After a disastrously short second shot at it, her third attempt got further, but she forgot about an ambush in the middle. On the fourth, she was too busy planning for the ambush to remember the layout of the twisty tunnels right before it.

But on the fifth, she got back to the mothership core, blasted open its shield, and opened fire on the central core itself. She watched the enemy's energy bar go down – only to collide with an enemy interceptor as she felt another sudden pang of need from her abdomen, breaking her concentration. She growled aloud; she had been so close! Just one more! The next time would be it, surely. She could do it!

...but not with a bladder that had been full 20 minutes ago and was practically bursting now.

Krystal groaned in annoyance as she pushed the button to open the canopy and stood up. She really didn't want to give up now; she'd have to climb down, out of the training area, back to her room – which wasn't that far away, thankfully – take the piss her body was insistently demanding, and come back. She'd probably end up forgetting some parts of the simulation and would have to spend a few more runs through it to remember what she'd forgotten. No, she didn't want to go anywhere until she'd conquered this infuriating simulation; she'd show it who was in charge. But she still had to take care of her needs...

Instead of climbing down the ladder, Krystal swung one leg over the edge of the cockpit and then the other, sitting on the top rung. That left her tail and the back of her loincloth hanging down behind her, into the cockpit itself. She looked down – she was about 10 feet off the ground, since the simulator was raised up to give it room to rotate. Reaching up with her left hand to grip the handle on the inside of the canopy, Krystal spread her legs and used her right hand to grab her loincloth, lifting it up and holding it out of the way.

It took barely a moment of relaxing for her bursting bladder to start releasing. Being so pent up, it came out in more of a spray than a stream, the vixen not even trying to aim it at anything in particular – not that it would matter, this high up. The spray of almost-clear droplets rained down onto the floor below, splashing loudly on the metallic surface, and Krystal let a soft groan escape her lips as she felt relief from the intense pressure in her bladder.

She was making a huge mess – with such a large distance between her pussy and the floor, her spray was spreading over a wide area, resulting in several puddles, small rivers of fluid connecting some of them, and stray droplets between and around the entire mess. On top of that, she was hitting the ladder on the side of the simulator, and some of it was splashing back onto the fuselage as a result. But Krystal just didn't care; all she cared about at that moment in time was peeing as hard and as fast as possible so she could get back into the simulator and beat that stupid mission while it was fresh in her mind.

Clenching her muscles, Krystal forced her stream out harder, spraying it further into the bay that held the flight simulator. She could hear it raining down loudly on the floor as her stream shot heavily out from her pussy and spread over a wide area, stray droplets falling shorter onto the initial puddle or the top of the elevator. She let out a breath as she ran dry very suddenly from pushing her muscles so hard, and reached back into the cockpit as she balanced on the edge, clenching her muscles but only yielding one last spurt of pee. She grabbed several handfuls of tissues from the dispenser beside the controls, which were normally intended for the users to clean sweat from their hands, but would serve perfectly fine for this too. With a much bigger handful than she really needed, she quickly and firmly wiped herself clean and tossed the handful of tissues forward where they fluttered down to the soaked floor. Finally, she swung her legs back into the cockpit and landed in the seat, letting her loincloth 
fall back into place as she reached up and tugged the canopy back down, snapping it into place.

Feeling much better, she stretched her arms, cracked her knuckles, and leaned forward. "Let's go." She said to herself in a low voice as she pushed the button to start the mission up one more time. Without her body distracting her, Krystal was able to concentrate on the mission completely; she took the simulated Arwing between interceptors, twisted through the mothership's tunnels, barrel-rolled through barrages of lasers, and hammered on the mothership core with blaster fire until it started exploding. Even though it threw one final surprise at her – an escape through the collapsing mothership – she effortlessly piloted through the exit tunnel and out into space.

"MISSION ACCOMPLISHED" the simulator screen told her in bright green letters, and Krystal sat back in the chair, sighing in satisfaction, reveling in the feeling of accomplishment. She'd done it! She couldn't wait to tell Fox when he got back.

Opening the canopy, she almost climbed down the starboard ladder when she noticed it was still wet. Sheepishly, she swung her legs over the port side instead and climbed down, walking around the front, standing a short distance from the edge of the thoroughly-sprayed section of floor and looking up at the side of the simulator. Streaks of urine ran down it from where the spray had splashed back, and it was still slowly dripping down the rungs in a few places. It was quite a mess, and the sight of it made her blush.

Raising her wrist com to her mouth, Krystal cleared her throat. "R.O.B?" she said, keeping her voice level, "Could you come and clean up in the flight simulator bay?"

"Affirmative." She heard the robot respond, and trusting him to handle it, she turned and left the bay with a swish of her hips and a flick of her tail.

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After spending an hour or two reading and drinking another mug of tea, Krystal got up from her bed and decided to stretch her legs a bit. Putting on a pair of headphones that fit her vulpine ears, she got ready to head down to the gym to run on the treadmill for a while – but then realized that, with the rest of the crew away, she didn't have to confine herself to that one little space this time. Deciding to make the most of it, she did a few warm-up stretches in her room, and grabbed a small square washcloth from the bathroom to wipe sweat with. Once prepared, she started to jog down the corridors of the Great Fox, taking the stairs occasionally as she listened to her music and tried to keep up a steady pace.

It was good exercise, especially with all the stairs, and it was surprisingly fun. The Great Fox's interior had a mix of long corridors and short ones, composed of straight halls, slight curves, and sudden twists. She didn't have to worry about running into anyone else, or tripping over any of Slippy's random machinery left in the corridors around his lab. It was a lot more engaging than just running in place on the treadmill, especially as she passed some parts of the ship that she normally never went to. After all, she normally had no reason to visit the maintenance areas, and since she eschewed a blaster, she never went to the firing range or the armory either.

As the song she was listening to wound down, Krystal stopped and leaned against the bare sheet metal wall, panting as she caught her breath and took a short break, slipping her headphones down to hang around her neck. She'd have to see if she could get another run around the ship in tomorrow morning before the others came back, since she wouldn’t get another chance for a while.

Standing up straight, Krystal was about to leave when she felt the beginnings of a need to pee once more. She wasn't anywhere near close to full and could hold it in for a while yet, but she wasn't sure how long she'd be running for. And besides, she was already taking a break – why wait until later? She'd already called out R.O.B. twice today so far, once more wouldn't matter. With the rest of the crew out, he didn't have anything else to do either.

Looking down, she saw that the floor was slightly inset around the edges where it met the wall, effectively creating a metal trough. Getting an idea, the vixen stepped up close to the wall and stood facing it from a short distance away, using her left hand to grasp the front of her loincloth and lift it up, out of the way of what was coming. Spreading her legs apart, she reached down with her right hand and used her index and ring fingers to spread apart the lips of her pussy, leaning slightly forward as she tried to relax.

Krystal closed her eyes and took a deep breath, listening to the hum of the ship's systems in the background... and soon, to the quiet hissing sound of her urine streaming out from her. Since she wasn't desperate like before, it was a gentle flow that struck the wall without spraying off and flowed downward, spreading out over the metal panel. It eventually reached the little trough in the floor and then flowed out on either side, filling the channel quickly and continuing to her left and right.

She hadn't peed standing up since her adventures on Dinosaur Planet, sometimes standing right up against a tree – almost like her vulpine ancestors marking their territory, now that she thought about it. Did that mean this random section of wall was hers now? She suppressed a chuckle at the thought, just relaxing and letting the rest of her piss flow out from her spread slit. The flow trickled off after a short time, since she hadn't needed to go particularly badly, and Krystal kept her loincloth pinned against her chest with a forearm as she grabbed the cloth she'd been using to wipe sweat from her face and rubbed her pussy with it to clean off before dropping it on the floor next to the marked section of wall.

"R.O.B..." Krystal began as she raised her wrist com, turning in place and letting her loincloth fall back down. But then she blanked; where WAS she? She had no idea precisely where she was, which made her cheeks flush a bit; she'd just picked some random section of wall on a lower deck of the ship. "...where am I?" she wondered aloud, and the wrist-com beeped as it recognized her command.

"You are on deck four, starboard access corridor, outside the firing range."

Krystal's blush deepened as she realized where she was; this was one of Fox's usual spots to spend his time, keeping his marksmanship sharp or testing out whatever new model of blaster Slippy had come up with. And by coincidence, she'd relieved herself on the wall right outside of it.

Taking a breath, Krystal spoke into the wrist com once more. "R.O.B., please come and clean up the wall on the deck four starboard corridor outside the firing range." She spoke slowly and steadily in order to get through that mouthful of words – that was the only problem with using a random corridor instead of a named room.

"Affirmative." She heard in response, and Krystal put her headphones back on before resuming her jog around the ship.

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Krystal spent the rest of the day relaxing, reading, drinking tea and watching the TV, making sure to catch Fox's televised speech with General Pepper commenting on the crew's latest activity, recorded earlier in the day and played back now. She was only half-listening to it, focused much more on Fox himself, and switched off the screen once the news coverage changed to something else. She took advantage of the unusually empty state of the lounge to meditate there, pulling over a cushion to sit on, closing her eyes and focusing.

By the time she finished her meditations and re-opened them, she noticed that it was darker; at set times based on the cycles of whatever planet they were at or heading to, the lights on the ship would automatically adjust to simulate day and night cycles. It helped keep the crew's sleep schedules together, and Krystal let out a yawn as she stood back up. It had been a surprisingly productive day for her, but now she needed to go back to her room and get some rest.

She stopped by the kitchen to return her final empty tea mug, acutely aware as she wandered back towards her room of her need for one final pee before bed. That was nothing out of the ordinary, as she always went before bed and again in the morning, but she realized a little too late that she could have just gone in the lounge instead of in the cold bathroom at her quarters.

Then again, nothing was really stopping her from going wherever she wanted, much like she did earlier in the corridor outside the firing range. But that didn't mean she necessarily wanted to relieve herself just anywhere – while the floor of her room would be convenient and more comfortable than the cold bathroom, she didn't like the idea of peeing where she was going to sleep. Another one of those primal instincts, perhaps, wanting to avoid luring predators to her while asleep. And sure, R.O.B. would come in and clean it up as thoroughly as always, but he would likely make a lot of noise and she was going to be trying to sleep.

She glanced around the second deck's corridor where she currently was, almost back to her room. Was there somewhere else she could go? There were the others' rooms, of course, but she wouldn't have access to most of them except-

Her eyes passed over the nameplate by the door she was next to that read "Cpt. Fox McCloud". Her cheeks flushed as she approached it, turning the idea over in her head; until now she had just been peeing around the ship out of convenience to avoid a long trip, or from desperation where she needed relief right then and there. But now, she had the urge for something else entirely - the urge to sneak into Fox’s room, her boyfriend’s room, and pee there. To put down her scent, and claim his room - and him, by extension - as her own. And this time, she was seconds away from her own room, so she had no excuse - this was a carnal desire, nothing more. She couldn't deny that this was the first time she actively -wanted- to pee somewhere she wasn't supposed to, somewhere inappropriate... and the thoughts going through her head definitely fell under "inappropriate", as she stood directly in front of Fox's door.

Krystal bit her lip as she stared at the panel next to the frame. She could feel her heart pounding; there were plenty of other places she could go, even if she just simply wanted to be somewhere more comfortable than her frigid bathroom. But she couldn't turn herself away from Fox's quarters, and she couldn't get the thought out of her head of finding somewhere in her captain's bedroom to relieve herself. She became more aware of her rapid breathing, her wagging tail, and the rush she was feeling just from thinking about it. As if in a daze, she reached out without consciously thinking about it and pressed the panel next to the door. The system recognized her and she heard the lock disengaging, hydraulics hissing a moment later as the door smoothly slid open, the lights in the room coming on dimly to provide nighttime illumination.

After another moment of hesitation, she stepped inside, her sandals making almost no sound on the thickly carpeted floor. Her hands slowly moved to her loincloth and unclasped the ornate garment, stripping it off, but clutching it tightly, an outward sign of her nervousness. Nervousness that only grew as she realized she was in Fox's quarters... naked from the waist down. Most of the room was taken up by his bed, firmly secured to the wall and the floor, with a small bedside table next to it. To her right, flush against the wall was a dresser with a model Arwing on top. It was tidier than his office, which was always a mess of paperwork, invoices, and receipts. 

The bedside table was almost bare, but for two framed pictures. Curious, Krystal stepped closer to take a look, peering at them in the dim light. The first was a picture of two people she didn't recognize, but she'd heard enough about to guess – Fox's parents. The second picture was one that Fox had taken with her during one of the crew's shore leave breaks at a resort, and she held it in one hand, memories flooding back to her. Taking a seat on the bed for a moment, her nose twitched as the vixen picked up Fox's scent, the comforting and familiar scent of her captain – and best friend, and maybe someday something more than that – stirring something inside of her.

Her moment of reminiscence was interrupted by her body reminding her why she had come in here as she felt the need to urinate once more. Her emotions fought; she wasn't really going to do this, was she? But it would be harmless, and R.O.B. would clean it before Fox could be any the wiser. But it was more than just convenience – something was driving this desire, some sort of natural urge that grew stronger now that she consciously picked up on Fox's scent...

Dropping her loincloth on top of the bed, and sliding herself off the edge, Krystal dropped into a squatting position as she spread her legs wide, hands resting on the edge of the mattress for support. She held her tail as high as she could in that position, in the space between her back and the bed, taking heavy breaths. Was she really going to do this? Could she really do this? For several seconds all she could hear was her heart pounding in her chest...

...and then she felt it. Her muscles relaxed just enough that a few droplets of urine escaped from her urethra, falling down onto the carpet silently. Then several more, faster. And then before she knew it, she was pissing fully, a stream of fluid gushing from the top of her slit and spraying down onto the carpet below. It saturated the carpet quickly and then began to splash audibly, the surface foaming as more of her pee poured down.

Krystal's eyes closed as she groaned, relief and pleasure washing over her, all of her worries and reservations leaving her. And something more, too, some primal desire, satisfied by her emptying her bladder in her boyfriend's room. She gave in to that desire, that need she couldn't quite identify, and clenched her muscles, intensifying her stream into a hard jet, hearing it splash more loudly in response, soaking the carpet further. Her nose twitched as she noticed something else – Fox's scent was getting overpowered by her own as she let out every drop she had onto his carpet, that realization surprising her with how much she liked it.

She leaned her upper body backward, pushing her hips forward a bit, her piss hitting a mostly-untouched part of the carpet. Looking down, in the dim light she could see the blue fibers darkening as she soaked them, spreading out as her pee saturated another spot and she kept spraying it. Keeping herself held steady with her arms held behind her on the bed, she moved her hips and feet to soak as much of the carpet as she could from her position, taking heavy, panting breaths as she reveled in the euphoria, the hormones, and the unusual sense of satisfaction.

But at last, it had to come to an end. After her stream came to a stop, she squeezed out every last drop she could, everything she had, making sure she had completely emptied herself on the carpet. She had really done it! 

Krystal stood, cheeks flushed deeply, chest heaving with her breaths, as she stepped away and took in the scene. It was still Fox's room, but now there was a huge and easily-visible wet section of the carpet, the fiber dark, parts of it still bubbling with foam from the intensity of her stream. Her nose picked up a mingling of her scent and Fox's – a mixture of scents that felt so incredibly right to her, as her tail wagged with unconscious satisfaction. If any other vixen were to enter the room, they would know this fox – her Fox – was taken, and that this was her territory, not theirs.

Coming down from the rush of adrenaline as her excitement faded, she shook her head, gazing at the scene once more. She couldn't leave it like this, and she'd have to call R.O.B. and clean it up. By the time she woke, let alone by the time Fox returned, all trace of her scent would be gone, and what she had done would live only in her memory... perhaps.

Carefully creeping around to the other side of the bed, Krystal knelt down at the corner, running her fingers down the bedspread. Grasping a fold, she shifted forward and pressed it between her legs, mopping up the remaining moisture, cleaning herself of the very last droplets. Perhaps R.O.B. would miss this part. Her scent would remain on some small part of Fox's room, subtle and unobtrusive enough that even if he picked it up, he would never guess the true reason. Raising her wrist, she activated the communicator once more.

"R.O.B.," she said with a careful choice of words, "come clean the carpet in Fox's room." Perhaps her wording would make it more likely that her final act would go unnoticed.

"Affirmative." Came the reply. Picking up her loincloth from the bed, Krystal draped it over her forearm, taking one last look at the carpet. But this time, now that the deed was done and her hormones were fading, she blushed in embarrassment, frowning and lowering her head – she felt guilty and ashamed of what she had done. She had given in to base instincts, those of ancestors millennia ago, who could merely gaze at the stars instead of travelling among them as she was doing now. But at the same time, she couldn't deny how good it had felt, and how right it seemed to be able to pick up the mixture of her scent and Fox's in the air of his room. Their room, perhaps, some day.

She left with long strides, her loincloth still draped over her arm. Within an hour, all the evidence would be gone, and she had gotten the relief she needed to go finish her routine and get some sleep. In the end, her illicit marking of Fox's room was no different than any of the other times she had peed around the ship.

A thought came to her as she entered her room. She had some time before R.O.B. would arrive... perhaps... she could go back, quickly, and take a picture for herself, of that stain on the carpet, so she would never forget this moment.
