"I'm sorry, but it looks like I'm going to be stuck here for a while." The petite otter girl suppressed a sigh as she stared once more at the license plate of the van in front of her, holding her phone in one hand, the other on the steering wheel. She was wearing her uniform, a white t-shirt with her company's logo on the front, a neatly-pressed bright blue skirt, and a pale blue light jacket that was her only form of storage space other than her purse.

"It's fine, Felicia, these things happen." Her boss's voice replied over the phone, "Just make sure to check the traffic reports before you leave the lot in future, okay?"

"Okay." She replied meekly. She was very glad her boss wasn't mad at her for getting caught in snail's-pace traffic.

"Do what you can and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay." She repeated again, and hung up, reaching for the radio to turn the volume back up after sliding her phone back into her jacket pocket. Using the phone in the car was less of a safety concern when her top speed was about one foot per minute.

"...on Highway 9, traffic is still backed up for miles, travelers are advised to find alternate routes-"

Felicia frowned and fiddled with the controls until she arrived on some classic rock, then returned her hand to the steering wheel and staring at the vehicle ahead of her. Unfortunately for her, she was already in the middle of Highway 9, and was fully aware of the barely-moving traffic. A truck had overturned somewhere up ahead and she was still trying to get to the first possible exit, away from traffic that she could out-walk. She inched forward and took another sip of the soda perched on the dashboard - not like she'd be moving fast enough to spill it any time soon.

The otter had recently ditched her job as a barista when she landed a job at Carport, a rental agency, as a "logistic operator", which turned out to be a very fancy title for "drives cars between sites since customers can drop them off anywhere". She didn't mind; she was grateful to not be working customer service any more, the cars offered both privacy and comfort, she could set the music to whatever she wanted, her coworkers were nice, and the hours were reasonable. They even had allowances for this sort of thing, as long as it didn't happen too often. Everything was going to be fine.

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Or at least, everything would have been fine, but she'd started her day with a large coffee, sipped her way through a cup of water during the morning meeting, and finished her extra-large soda she'd gotten from a drive-through shortly before getting caught in the traffic. She'd intended to hit the next rest stop, but then she'd gotten stuck in the traffic - and here she was now two hours later with an empty soda cup and a very full bladder, constantly shifting in the driver's seat of the car she should have delivered to the lot already, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she tried to ignore her body's protestations.

She drummed her fingers over the rim of the steering wheel along with the music, which succeeded in distracting her for about five seconds before she felt another pang in her lower abdomen. What was she supposed to do? She couldn't leave the car - while the traffic was slow, it was moving, not to mention that there was nothing around but the nearby woods, and the mere thought of going to pee outside where anyone could see her made her sink into her seat in embarrassment. She had enough trouble just making small talk around the water cooler (why did she have to think about water?), so relieving herself outside was out of the question.

She squirmed and wriggled, fiddled with the radio, hummed along to the music, tapped the steering wheel, rummaged around in the glove compartment, and even pulled out the owner's manual for the car to try and distract herself, but she was only delaying the inevitable. She got out of the car and immediately regretted it - the air outside was disgusting from the lack of wind and the exhaust of hundreds of cars, and looking ahead she still couldn't see an end to the traffic jam. Discouraged, she slunk back into her car and closed the door, squeezing her legs together again.

There was no hope; she was going to piss herself if she didn't do something soon. She couldn't possibly hold it long enough to get out of this traffic jam, and she couldn't leave the car. Glancing around the car, she found the empty soda cup - it would be awkward, but it would be better than making a mess of herself, the seat, and the floor. She quickly took off the lid and the straw sticking through it and set it on the floor in front of the driver's seat, sliding the seat itself back as far as it would go to make room. She shifted forward, kneeling over the cup, but as her hand reached down, she flushed with embarrassment; what if someone was watching? She was probably fine, but what if they could see somehow?

Rather than remove her skirt, she slipped her hand under it, and carefully pulled her panties aside from where they were covering her slit, the short sleek brown fur around her feminine opening exposed. She pressed herself down against the top of the cup so that she couldn't possibly miss, and...

...nothing. She shivered a little in her awkward position, cheeks blushing bright red. She was too nervous! How could she do this in public, when anyone might be watching? What if someone were to drive past in a truck or semi with a higher vantage point? She bit her lip and whimpered a little as she felt another spasm, both simultaneously bursting to go and utterly unable to relieve herself. Whiskers twitching as she tried to keep quiet, she slumped forward in defeat onto the steering wheel.

*HOOOOOOONK!*

The sudden noise caught Felicia off-guard and made her bolt upright. The fright also caused a squirt of urine to gush from her pussy and into the empty soda cup, and her embarrassment only intensified as she couldn't stop it from picking up into a full-blown stream, raining heavily into the cup below and hammering against the cardboard side with a dull pattering sound, soon transitioning into a splash as the fluid level grew higher.

The otter closed her eyes, mortified both from honking her horn and from the realization that she was actually pissing outside of a bathroom. But on top of that, blood rushed to her cheeks because it felt so... so GOOD! Her snout and whiskers twitched as she suppressed a moan, her discomfort from holding it in so long rapidly transitioning to intense relief as her bladder emptied, spilling her golden stream into the cup below. She struggled to keep hold of her panties with the hand holding them to the side, her other hand gripping the steering wheel for support. She stopped caring that she was caught in a traffic jam, and that she was out in public; all she could think of was how satisfying it was to finally let loose. The splashing changed in pitch as she filled the cup more and more, Felicia's maw opening as she groaned out, her tail waving from left to right behind her and brushing against the driver's seat chair. All she could think about was her release and how incredible it felt after holding it for so long that she didn't even register the telltale sign of liquid splashing on rubber...

Then, as suddenly as it began, her stream ended, and Felicia was snapped out of her blissful state back into reality. She panted softly twice, then cautiously slipped her panties back into place and sat back in her chair, biting her lip before looking down.

She had overflowed the cup, and it had spilled onto the rubber mat in front of the gas pedals. She blushed deeply in embarrassment and quickly grabbed the cup lid, tugging the straw out and snapping the lid back on. Fortunately, she hadn't spilled much, and grabbed some napkins to clean up the spillage. If anything, part of the mat now looked suspiciously clean, not bearing dust and dirt, but there wasn't much she could do about that. After wiping the side of the cup as well she put it aside, and leaned back in her seat with a sigh. There was now a whole three feet of empty space between her and the next car, and she closed the distance, turning the radio back up. She felt slightly dizzy and her cheeks were still burning, but she felt much more relaxed. As long as she tossed the cup and wet napkins, nobody would ever know.

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A few days later, Felicia faced a very different predicament. A huge storm had rolled in and begun to assault her current car with torrential sheets of rain and winds likely to blow a person over, to the point where even with her wipers going at maximum speed, she could barely see a thing. It simply wasn't safe to keep going, so she pulled over to the hard shoulder of the highway and stopped to wait out the storm.

Over an hour later, and it was still going. She'd turned off her engine so as not to waste fuel, but now it was starting to get dark - it was supposed to be her last car for the day. Not only that, but she had to pee, and she squirmed in her seat just from merely remembering what had happened a few days ago. She'd gotten away with it and had thought no more about the experience, but now the memories came flooding back, filling her with a mixture of shame for what she had done, and a pleasant tingling from recalling how good it had felt.

She shook her head. She couldn't do it again even if she wanted to; she'd already tossed the empty coffee cup from her stop earlier, and didn't have any other suitable containers. At least this time the highway was practically deserted, so she could just go outside and into the woods - it would be a rough trip, to be sure, but she was an otter and didn't mind getting a bit wet.

That plan proved futile almost immediately; it was a battle just to open the door a few inches, and then a heavy gust of wind blew it shut again, trapping the otter back inside the car. She was stunned for a few moments, before she tried again, and this time got a face full of rainwater for her efforts before the door blew shut again. It was clear she wasn't going to be getting out any time soon.

She sighed and leaned back in the driver's seat, squeezing her hips together as she felt the water soaking into her clothing. She'd have to just hold it and wait it out. At least nobody would be around to watch her this time. She looked down at herself, flicking on the overhead light. Her clothes were almost completely soaked from the brief exposure to the storm, and the rubber mat by the pedals was soaked.

A thought came into her mind, and she pushed it away immediately with a blush on her face. But it came back; if everything was already soaked, what was the harm in soaking it some more? She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut. She didn't have to go -that- badly yet, so why was she even considering it? On the other hand, she didn't really want to get that desperate again, but on the other, it felt so good...

The otter's eyes opened as she fought her internal battle a little longer before she started to undo her skirt. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispered to herself. No matter how much she rationalized it - what other choice did she have right now? - she couldn't help but feel embarrassed about it. And yet she couldn't deny that she was curious, excited even, by the prospect of relieving herself in the car again, under more controlled circumstances.

Soon, her skirt and panties were on the passenger side seat. She looked down again at the floor, rainwater already soaking into the fabric around the pedals where the rubber mat didn't quite cover it all. Felicia carefully shifted to the edge of her seat, spreading her legs wide, sticking her pussy out a few inches over the edge, her hands gripping the corners of the seat for support. Closing her eyes, she tried to pretend she was in the bathroom sitting on a toilet, and not in a car on the edge of a highway. She focused on the sound of the rain lashing on the windows and the roof of the car, fully embracing the effect the sound of running water had on her.

As soon as she felt the pleasant tingling in her loins that signaled the start of her release, she opened her eyes a tiny bit and looked down, biting her lip and blushing deeply at what she saw. Streaming from her pussy was a yellow arch of fluid, splashing down loudly against the rubber below, mixing with the rainwater already there, quickly making a puddle large enough to spill over the sides of the mat. She groaned in a mixture of relief and a pleasure she couldn't understand, caught up in the moment, her eyes locked on the way the cohesive stream of water broke apart into droplets halfway to the floor of the car, the overhead light illuminating the show she was giving herself. She experimentally tried clenching and flexing her abdominal muscles, making her stream ebb and intensify. She giggled as she sprayed the pedals themselves, wiggling her hips to splash all over them with her piss stream, and as her bladder ran dry her whiskers drooped and she felt a twinge of disappointment watching the arc of her waste-water rapidly recede, clenching her muscles again to make it just that little bit longer.

For a moment, all was still as she basked in the feeling of relief mixed with what was undeniably arousal. Then, she suddenly gasped and pulled her legs together, reaching for her clothing. What was she doing? She just pissed in one of Carport's cars! What could have possessed her do so such a thing? She blushed deeply as she rapidly pulled her clothing back on, started up the car, and rolled down the driver's-side window, willingly accepting another soaking of water to lend credence to her planned story that the weather was to blame for the soaked interior. Rolling the window back up, she put every ounce of willpower into focusing on the road ahead as she pulled out, the storm still heavy but having abated enough for her to progress at a cautious speed.

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Felicia did her best to make up for lost time from the traffic jam and storm over the next several days. She also tried not to let herself fall into temptation, making sure to use the bathroom before she left for work, and every time she stopped in at a Carport lot, as well as every rest stop when she got herself a coffee or lunch.

Until, as she got lunch one Thursday, she stopped in at a run-down gas station along the highway to refuel the car. The place didn't look clean enough for her to risk getting a sandwich (and possibly subsequently food poisoning) so she opted to head straight for the unisex bathrooms after paying for gas.

She almost walked straight back out; they were in dire need of a cleaning. The floors, once tiled white and black diamonds, were now more of a dirty brown and black. The walls were covered in graffiti, the mirror was cracked, dried soap was caked around the sink, and the toilet wasn't much better, having lost a battle against mold, not to mention the fact that the lid had been broken off long ago.

"My car is cleaner than this -after- I piss in it," she whispered to herself, then clapped a hand over her mouth in embarrassment, trying hard to turn her thoughts away from her previous exploits. That still didn't change the fact that she needed to take a leak, and her phone said the next rest stop wasn't for a substantial distance.

Nervously biting her lip and twitching her whiskers, the otter girl looked down again at the toilet. There was no way she was going to sit on that thing. Even the sink was too dirty to try sitting on that, and she'd have to stand. On that thought, her eyes travelled back to the filthy porcelain; she could try to stand for that, too. She'd heard that women could pee just fine standing up with a bit of practice - practice she didn't have - but how hard could it be? Besides, missing a little bit wouldn't matter too much here.

Cautiously, she reached under her skirt and tugged her panties down to her knees, then lifted her skirt with her left hand, spreading her legs as much as she could until they were stretching the fabric of her panties. She tried to lift her head and close her eyes to just get it over with, but she couldn't resist looking down after a few seconds as she breathed and relaxed.

When she was at last able to relax enough to start pissing, her stream fell short and hit the rim of the bowl. She gasped and learned back, but succeeded only in overcorrecting and sending a splash of otter urine across the back of the seat and the front of the cistern. She got a little in the water as she reached down with her right hand and tried to spread her pussylips, attempting to get some more control, but instead just sent her stream off to the side, soaking half the seat and hitting the wall. Trying to steady herself, she straightened up a little, only to miss the toilet entirely and splash the floor and the front of the toilet, her yellow water running along the dirty tiles towards a drain on the floor. In addition, she noticed several drops had hit her panties, and she clenched her muscles hard to stem her flow - hitting the toilet was one thing, but she really didn't want to make a mess of herself.

As she carefully removed her panties, sure to not let her feet touch anything but her own shoes, she surveyed how much of a mess she had already made; her piss was dripping off almost all of the toilet. Suddenly feeling devious, a grin formed on her muzzle as she shifted her hips and relaxed her muscles to finish the leak she had started, pissing onto the other half of the seat she had missed earlier to finish the job there. With glee, she twisted her hips back and forth, spraying all over the wall to either side of the toilet and behind it, striking both the cistern and the bottom of the sink. Her mouth opened in a groan as she leaned back to try and completely paint the cistern with her urine, raining down on the top of it with a little work. Abandoning all pretense of actually using the toilet, she turned around on the spot, running her tongue over her lips as she let out the rest of her stream against the door, caring a lot less about aiming precisely now that her panties were safely in her right hand, away from the occasional drops falling to the floor between her legs. She wished she could run out into the store itself and just piss all over the floors, the walls, the shelves of cheap potato chips, off-brand sodas and chocolate bars that were melted in their packets, the road maps that nobody needed if they had a phone, the...

Her stream died off, and she felt disappointment again, arousal overtaking her. She ran one finger up her feminine folds with a shiver, then snapped back to her senses again. She'd just made a huge mess of a public bathroom and anyone might walk in at any time - she hadn't even locked the door! Cursing under her breath, she quickly pulled her panties back on, flushed the toilet and ran the sink for several seconds to at least provide the illusion of legitimate use to anyone who might be listening, then opened the door and quickly walked out of the gas station with her eyes fixed dead ahead of her to avoid drawing attention to herself.

Once she got back to her car, she sighed in relief and quickly pulled back out onto the road. She couldn't deny it any more, especially with the arousal she was staunchly trying to ignore; she enjoyed doing this. She enjoyed pissing in unusual places, away from home, in and on things she wasn't supposed to. It gave her a thrill she couldn't pretend didn't exist, and got her more aroused than she had ever been. Trying to suppress it was just going to result in more incidents like this.

As she went up the onramp, both her intense arousal and embarrassment began to fade away. The acceptance of what she'd discovered made her feel calmer, and she spent the rest of her trip thinking of fun things she could do in the comfort of her own home where nobody would disturb her... and what drinks to get on the way home to make sure she'd refill in time.

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Felicia signaled right as the sign for the rental lot was lit up by her hatchback's headlights. Her dreams for a relaxing Friday evening were interrupted by traffic, but at least it wasn't horrid this time; it did still mean her final run went late, and she was arriving after hours. Her employee ID opened the gate to the car lot behind the building, which had all its lights off - even the janitor had finished up and gone home.

She got out of the car and headed towards the back door of the building and swiped her ID. The panel responded with a blinking red light and an angry beep. Frowning, whiskers drooping, she swiped again - another red light and a beep. After another couple attempts, it was pretty clear that her ID couldn't get her inside this far after hours. As she started walking back to the car she had just delivered, the otter's whiskers perked back up as she swished her hips - the only thing she'd wanted to get into the building for was to use the bathroom.

Or, at least, to pretend to - since embracing her new and unexpected interest, Felicia had actively avoided peeing in her toilet, or any toilet for that matter. At home, she would look for any empty bottles or cans, use the sink instead, or save it for a bath or shower. Not even her kitchen trashcan was safe; it was just narrow enough that she could straddle it with the lid up and rain her piss down onto whatever packaging or food scraps she was about to take to the curb. She'd planned on using the sink or a trashcan for her after-hours restroom visit, but with the building blocked off to her, she would have to come up with something else.

And in this case, the 'something else' was going to be the car she had just dropped off. After all, it was after hours - nobody would be coming for it until the next day, and it would be dry by then. She opened up the back right door and climbed inside, closing the door behind her, quickly stripping off her skirt and panties. There were security cameras, of course, but there were no lights on the lot and the interior car lights were off, so it would be too dark for them to see what she was doing; still, if she took too long, it might look suspicious.

Felicia awkwardly swung her legs over the hatchback's rear seats to advance rump-first into the trunk area. It was quite spacious, which was going to be good for her in a few seconds, and she rested her arms on the back of the rear seats to support herself as she squatted and wiggled her bare otter butt in the back of the car. This was easily the most daring she'd done so far, but she reassured herself that nobody else would be able to get into the lot, let alone actually come into it and look around in the cars.

It was completely dark and almost totally silent inside the car, so Felicia could only hear the sound of her own excited breathing as she forced herself to relax, the otter's tail swishing and rubbing against the rear windshield. When she finally relaxed enough to start urinating, she sudden sound of her piss breaking the silence by splashing against the upholstery in the trunk sounded far louder than it actually was. She let out a moan as she listened to it, the steady pattering of her body's water as it flowed from her and struck the floor of the trunk. The otter couldn't see what color her piss was, but expected it was running fairly clear after all she'd drunk that day to keep her fluids up for her own illicit purposes.

She focused on the sensation of relief, the wonderful tingle in her loins that came from relieving herself in an unusual place, as she started to move her hips back and forth, spreading her legs out to avoid splashing them with her own stream. The sound of her plentiful fluid hitting the upholstery was now interrupted periodically by the loud splashing of it hitting the pool in the middle of the trunk where she had started on, and had since completely saturated, the thin fabric. She swing her hips back and forth as well, spraying otter piss all over the floor of the trunk, panting deeply from excitement and arousal. Feeling herself starting to run out - all her practice was making her better at gauging how much she had left - she cocked one leg up until it brushed against the car roof to piss on an arc out to the side of the trunk, then lowered her leg to do the same on the other side, holding the pose as the last of her stream waned and weakly trickled out. She gave a push with her muscles, something else she had practiced, and forced out the last of her bladder's contents in a final squirt before finally lowering her leg.

Felicia was left panting in the darkness of the car. She wanted to masturbate so badly, to bury her fingers in her pussy and find her own g-spot and cum then and there - but she knew she had to get going, and with great restraint she climbed out from the back of the car, got herself dressed, and left. Doing her best to pretend that nothing was out of the ordinary, perhaps having gone back to search for something, she locked the car and strolled back to the building to drop off the keys in the after-hours drop slot, before exiting the lot and heading for the nearest subway station.

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Midway through the next week, Felicia's first trip of the day involved her taking a coworker, Melody, to another lot so they could both drive different cars out of it to another location. They were taking an SUV, the trunk of which was full of boxes of promotional materials for the west office to use. And as was just her luck, Felicia and Melody got caught in a traffic jam in the middle of the city due to an accident at a major intersection. Melody was a husky, dressed in a uniform identical to Felicia's, but with her own jacket, a deep purple in color, with tufts of her soft white and gray fur poking out from under her clothing.

They were still waiting to get clear of the gridlock over an hour later, and had already exhausted most small-talk conversation topics. Melody was a new hire, even newer than Felicia, but the otter found that she liked the husky; being stuck in a car for over an hour meant that they had discovered they shared tastes in music, had close enough interests in books to mention some interesting titles to each other, and discussed the latest new shows on TV.

Melody had grown quiet over the last half-hour though, something Felicia attributed to running out of things to talk about, so she simply turned up the radio and inched her way through the traffic as it slowly advanced. It wasn't until Melody groaned quietly that the otter realized something was wrong, and looked over at the husky, who was doubled over in her chair, with her hands around her belly.

"Are you going to be sick?" Felicia asked in a worried tone. "I can roll down the window."

"N-No..." Melody responded as she sat back upright. "I just... really have to pee..."

Felicia felt her cheeks flush a little as she heard that, remembering herself in a similar situation not all that long ago. She looked at their surroundings, but they were in the middle of a residential area - no cafes or stores her coworker might be able to hop into. And even if there were, this wasn't a particularly nice part of town.

Melody gave Felicia an obviously forced smile. "I'll make it..." she said unconvincingly, squeezing her legs together, crossing them, then uncrossing them and recrossing the other way.

"No offense, but I don't think you're going to make it." Felicia responded as she inched the SUV forward a tiny bit more.

"B-But..." Melody protested, "It's my first real day... I only finished the training yesterday." She gritted her teeth, the husky's ears flattening against her skull. "If I... on my first day..."

Felicia's whiskers drooped. She felt sorry for her coworker, and it seemed there was really only one thing she could do: find a way for Melody to get her relief more comfortably. It was that or let her wet herself in the passenger seat, and she didn't want Melody to go through that.

"Hey." Felicia said after a moment of thought, undoing her seatbelt. "Come into the back with me."

"Huh...?" Melody watched as the otter wiggled her way between the front seats, moving to the back and slipping into the driver's side rear seat. Felicia patted the leather of the other rear seat, and Melody unbuckled herself, slowly climbing into the back from a mixture of uncertainty and a very fervent desire to not accidentally put pressure on her bladder.

Once Melody had sat beside Felicia, the otter smiled at the husky girl. "If you've gotta go, you've gotta go. Better go somewhere less noticeable, yeah?" Felicia's face may have looked confidant, but inside she was tying herself into knots of embarrassment and anxiety. Was she really trying to convince the girl to piss inside the SUV? But then, what else could she do? It was the best course of action, and the fact that she was almost certainly going to enjoy it was irrelevant.

Melody clearly caught on to what Felicia was getting at, glancing away, her blush hidden by her much longer fur. "I... what?" she asked, feigning ignorance and squirming in her seat.

Felicia reached over and put a hand on the husky's shoulder. "I'm not going to let you just wet yourself," she said reassuringly. "If you use the floor here, it won't be noticeable." Reaching forward, she unlocked the middle row seat in front of her - it was able to slide back and forth on a small rail, and she pushed it forward as far as she could, Melody doing the same on her side a moment later.

"I... I don't know..." the husky girl whimpered, holding her belly again. Felicia could tell she was nervous, frightened maybe, and knew what she'd have to do: set an example.

The otter reached down and lifted her skirt as high as she could with her left hand, making herself visible to Melody as she knelt down on the floor of the SUV, spreading her legs as much as she could in the small space. Then with her right hand, she slipped a finger under her panties and tugged them off to one side, just like she had the first time she had to piss in her car. She was incredibly nervous about the girl next to her, but simply tried to pretend that Melody wasn't there, and that she was all alone. With a soft sigh and the ease that came from her practice at home, she opened the floodgates, and started to piss onto the floor, soaking the carpet between the rails of the middle row seat.

"What are-?" Melody started, but it was obvious enough that she didn't need to finish the question. Any other further protestations she might have had were silenced by a much firmer complaint from her own body. "I... I can't hold it any more...!" she whined, and much less gracefully than Felicia, she quickly slipped off her chair and knelt on the floor, lifting her skirt with her right hand, and tugging her panties aside with her left, which gave Felicia a clear view of the canine's slit. She barely made it; as soon as her pussy was exposed a thick, hard jet of urine sprayed out onto the floor.

Felicia completely forgot about her own release to look over at Melody's. The husky's head was tipped back as she moaned in the sheer satisfaction she was getting from finally emptying her overfull bladder, her eyes closed tightly, ears folded back. Her piss gushed out in a heavy stream and only began to break up into droplets close to the floor, soaking the carpet and making a steadily larger and larger circle of darkened fabric there. The otter glanced back and forth between her stream and Melody's; the latter was unquestionably bigger and more powerful, the husky's legs trembling as she lost herself in her release. Felicia bit her lip a little, blushing hard; this was the first time she'd done this with anyone else, and she was enjoying the chance to watch someone other than herself.

Melody continued to spray onto the floor long after the otter ran dry, the stream of her pale yellow piss waning slowly until it suddenly trickled off. When the husky leaned back, panting for breath, Felicia stopped pressing her luck and turned her head away, looking down at the mess she had made, clenching her muscles to force out the last squirt. Her own piss flow had drifted off towards the middle of the SUV while she was watching Melody, resulting in a more oval-shaped stain compared to the huge circle Melody had left.

"Oh my gosh," Melody suddenly said, and Felicia looked back over at her as the husky quickly slipped her panties and skirt back into position. "I'm so sorry. Please, please don't tell anyone about this."

"Trust me, I won't." Felicia said softly, giving her coworker a smile as she returned her own clothing to where it ought to be. "Now look, if you pull the seat back..." She grabbed the edge of the middle-row seat and brought it as far back as it would go as she got into her seat. "...it'll cover the stain almost entirely. Nobody will notice!"

The husky did as instructed, locking the chair in its new position afterward. "Oh wow, you're right. Have you done this before?"

"No, never." Felicia said. It wasn't -technically- a lie, she'd never pissed in a vehicle in this exact manner before. "But I didn't want you to just wet yourself all over the front seat, yeah? Then you would have been in trouble."

"Thank you, Felicia." Melody said quietly, doing her best not to look at the otter out of embarrassment. "You're really nice. I'm glad I got partnered with you and not someone else."

Felicia giggled as she climbed back to the front of the SUV. "Yeah, can you imagine if Mr. Jackson was your escort?"

"Oh gosh, don't even joke about that." Melody said as she followed Felicia back to the front seats. A whole foot of space had opened up between their car and the next, and Felicia pulled up as she put her seatbelt back on. They were still stuck in traffic, but with their needs taken care of, they were able to talk once more, which helped to pass the time; before they knew it they were out of the jammed traffic, and on their way to the western office once again.

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A good month later, Felicia found herself on an odd assignment. As it turned out, she was the only one available who could drive the company tow truck, and they had a car they wanted her to take out to a junkyard on the city limits, since it was still cheaper than hiring someone else to take it for them. One glance at the car told her all she needed to know; it had clearly been in an accident and had been towed back to the lot for assessment, but was obviously a write-off with both passenger-side doors caved in and probably a lot of structural weakness. She hoped that whoever had been inside was okay... and that they had paid for accident coverage when they rented the car.

Her trip out to the junkyard was surprisingly uneventful. Over the last month she had peed in dozens of coffee cups, filled a dozen more water bottles, sprayed a handful of filthy rest stop bathrooms, pissed into several sinks, soaked the floors of two more cars caught in summer storms, and once pissed all over the bed of a truck. Yet today, no opportunities to indulge herself seemed to come her way. She had always made sure that whatever mess she made could either be cleaned easily, or wouldn't be noticed before it dried. Just once, she wanted to really let loose and go wild, maybe see how much of a car she could cover in one bladder's worth of urine before taking it to the car wash...

She pulled into the junkyard, going slowly as she turned, and pulled up near the foreman's office. A badger in safety gear came out to greet her, and took care of the paperwork, but after he handed it back to her he started walking towards the junkyard entrance.

"Um... where are you going?" Felicia asked.

"It's lunchtime." He replied, and she could see other employees in brightly-colored reflective vests gathering by the entrance. "We'll be back in an hour. If you can take the car to the crusher, we'll do the rest when we get back."

With that, he left Felicia, and she headed back to the tow truck. The crusher was big and easy to spot, a big rectangular box next to an electromagnetic crane that could pick up and drop cars into the crusher. She lowered the wrecked car and unhitched the tow rope, and was about to get back into the truck to head back when a thought occurred to her.

Nobody was here.

And the car was about to be destroyed.

She tingled with excitement before she even consciously got to the next part of that train of thought: she could do *anything* she wanted to the car and nobody would notice or care. She had the better part of an hour, and certainly wouldn't need that long. The otter grinned to herself and giggled, her whiskers perking up as she headed for the side of the car that still had functioning doors, and climbed into the back.

The otter felt absolutely giddy with glee as she closed the door, and stripped off her skirt and panties, stuffing them into the inside pockets of her jacket so that they'd be spared from what was about to happen. She sat in the back middle seat, spread her legs wide, and slouched until she was almost horizontal, using the fingers on her right hand to spread her labia, her inner walls already damp from how arousing the thought of doing this was.

After a few deep, steady breaths to calm herself, she started to piss, a pale yellow arch of it spraying up and sailing through the air between the front seats, breaking into droplets that glittered in the midday sunlight streaming in through the windows. Her golden shower cascaded down onto the gearstick, spraying off the hard, uneven surface in all directions. She clenched her muscles, and the stream went higher briefly, otter piss raining over the air conditioning controls, and into the empty slot where the radio once was. She turned her upper body to the left so that her stream would go right, sending her piss down onto the floor in front of the pedals, then clenched again and lifted her hips to spray the steering wheel, panting as she watched drops of her body's water hit the faux-leather and run down it in rivulets.

She wanted to cover as much ground as possible with what she had, and turned her body to the right to give the passenger area a quick spray, lowering her hips and sitting up partway so that she could soak the upholstery on the passenger seat, watching it darken under the flow of her urine. Then she grabbed the door and pulled herself to the right side, so that she was now hosing down the back of the driver's seat; there was a plastic pocket on the back of it, and she reached out to pull it open, watching as her piss splashed onto the seat backing and then flowed down into the pocket out of sight, pooling up at the bottom.

Felicia tugged herself into the middle again, and turned so her pussy faced towards the left side, hosing down the caved-in door with a quick spray of otter urine. She then re-centered herself in the car, lowering her legs and planting them on the floor as she got up into a hunched-over position, her hands gripping the front seats' headrests for support, spraying the floor below her momentarily with the change in position. She lowered her front and raised her ass, now sending her piss behind her, and she wiggled her hips and rump from side to side, splashing and spraying all of the back seats with her weakening stream of piss, her rapid hip-swishing sending droplets raining down all over the place.

When she finally ran out, she was left panting, holding her breath just briefly as she tensed her muscles and sent a final squirt onto the middle back seat before sucking in more heavy breaths. She couldn't have fought the urge to masturbate even if she'd wanted to, the middle and ring fingers of her right hand diving into her soaking wet slit and rubbing over her inner walls, searching out her g-spot - she had no intention of making this last, she just wanted to get off. Knowing no-one was around to hear, she moaned loudly inside of the soaked car, fingering herself rapidly and firmly until she let out a squeal and climaxed, squirting otter juices across her hand and onto the seats.

Felicia came back to her senses a few moments later. She regretted nothing, as she looked around the car to survey her handiwork; fabric was soaked, and plastic was dripping. There was a small part of the back seats on the driver's side that had been spared; she shimmied to the right and squatted to grind her pussy against it to finish the job as well as clean herself off a bit, reaching around to the front of the driver's seat to wipe her hand on it. After putting her clothes back on and catching her breath, she got out of the car and headed back to the tow truck to make her escape.

Felicia smiled to herself as she recalled what she had just done as she pulled back onto the road. Still, she was left with a conundrum, now.

How would she ever top that?
