The metal plating of the space station's floor rattled under Rooky's bare feet as he ran at full speed through the access corridor. Desperate not to lose speed, the blue-furred rat ducked underneath the arm of a staff member to rush past them and shoved a small marsupial aside as he turned a corner with a curt "Out of the way, coming through!" only to hurry onwards without looking back.

His shift had finally ended, so he could finally get out of his uniform when he got back to his room at the far end of the station – but he'd spent the end of his shift with his legs crossed trying not to think about how badly he had to piss. Normally it wouldn't be an issue, but he had failed to make it to the bathrooms closest to his post before a line had formed, forcing him to find another one.

Dashing around a corner, Rooky would have let out a sigh of relief if he wasn't panting for breath: the Sector 2-A bathrooms were just ahead, and there was no line. He extended an arm towards the men's room door handle as he approached so he could go right through...

...only to slam into the door when it refused to open, the handle locked firmly in place. He stumbled back with the wind knocked out of him, brushing away the blue hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. In desperation he reached out for the door to the women's room, but it was also locked.

Casting his glance up at the signs above the door, he let out a frustrated groan: they read 'Automated cleaning cycle in progress -- please stand by' with smaller text in other languages scrolling past it underneath.

"For the love of..." Rooky blurted out, "Fucking wanker! Why now? Uuuuugh!"

He would just have to wait – the cleaning cycles were just long enough to be annoying but not so long that it would be faster to find another bathroom. At least he was right in front of the door, so whenever it did open back up he'd be the first one in. Through the door, he could hear the humming sound of the cleaning system doing its work, and the occasional hiss of cleaning sprays inside.

Shifting in place, Rooky glared up at the status screen above the bathroom door, his lip pressed against the back of his oversized front teeth. Grimacing as his bladder protested at not being released, he reached between his legs with one hand and gripped his sheath through the deep blue of his pants, squeezing his legs around it.

"Shit... these automated sterilization cycles take so fucking long...!" Rooky complained under his breath. He rocked in place, alternating between his heels and toes, trying to take his mind off of his predicament in any way he could. Taking deep breaths and closing his eyes, he tried to focus on thinking about something else, but the pressure in his bladder kept distracting him, and he had to keep squeezing with his hand to avoid having his grip relax naturally.

With a groan of frustration, he looked above the door, which still proclaimed the bathrooms were closed. "Holy fucking shit..." Rooky swore angrily, "This is the fifth time this month I've needed to take a fucking piss and been locked out." Panting, he rattled the door handle with his free hand, accomplishing nothing. "But... gah... I haven't needed to go..." His eyes squeezed shut from a sharp pang in his bladder, and he drew a sharp breath. "Shit...! ...this fucking badly before."

He shuddered in place as a second, stronger spasm of desperation hit him, making his knees buckle. "Oh shit! Nguhhhh!" he groaned to himself, and he pressed his hand more tightly between his legs, squeezing them tightly together. His other hand reached out to the door and he braced himself against it, alternately panting and giving low grunts from the strain of clenching to keep his bladder from spilling. How long was this cleaning cycle going to take? Slumping against the door to free his other hand, he pressed both hands between his legs and crossed them one over the other, desperate to avoid having an accident.

"Shit..." Rooky muttered under his breath, "If I don't act now, I'm going to be on the next shuttle home with a wet uniform."

Hesitantly, he wiggled his fingers against this pants to see if he could feel any dampness, grumbling, "I've got too many fucking demerits... I can't... I CAN'T be known as 'the little rat that couldn't hold his fucking water'."

Though his pants seemed to be dry, he could feel moisture against his sheath as his motions pressed his underwear against himself. "Shit..." he hissed quietly, "I really fucking hope that's sweat and not piss I'm feeling there."

Keeping his hands pressed tightly to himself, his underpants that were, in fact, damp with urine pressed against his loins as he squirmed in place, legs tightly crossed, bouncing up and down on the one leg that was still on the floor. There was still no indication that the cleaning cycle was anywhere near done, and Rooky grimaced. It wasn't looking good for him.

"Nnnh... but... I'll never get to another bathroom in time...!" he thought aloud, glancing to his sides. People were walking past at the far end of the corridor and not paying him any attention, but there was precious little else in the access corridor – certainly nothing to hide behind, even if he had some sort of container, which he didn't.

Slumping his back against the door, he jammed his hands harder against his crotch, pressing the heel of one hand against the collar of his sheath to try and block any potential flow. "Just keep it in..." he murmured to himself, "Keep it in. Rooks, you ain't a fucking baby. You can hold it. Hold it. Don't piss your pants. You can wait for the bathroom."

In between panting breaths, he repeated "You can hold it" and "Don't piss your pants" like a mantra to himself, hoping that it would be true. He could do it. Mind over matter and all that junk, it was just a test of willpower. He wasn't going to let his own body get the better of him, especially not when he was so close...

He heard footsteps approaching and ignored them at first; whoever it was could wait their fucking turn. He was there first. But the steady footsteps and their slow pace sounded oddly familiar, and Rooky glanced down the corridor, eyes widening as he saw a familiar and sharply-dressed and white-furred dragon. Well, mostly sharply dressed - though he had a blue jacket on his upper body, he was completely naked from the waist-down like almost everyone else on the station other than Rooky.

It was far from the first time Rooky had seen the captain's fuzzy white sheath and balls, a tuft of yellow fur running down the middle of his sack that matched the yellow pubic fur around his sheath. A small pair of furry ears as well as a pair of jet-black curving horns jutted up from the neatly combed blonde hair on his head, in contrast to the blue mane going down his neck. Even if Rooky hadn't already known him, the epaulettes on his shoulders and the medals on the front of his uniform would have quickly identified the captain to any of the crew members.

"Balls!" Rooky exclaimed, quickly correcting himself, "I-I mean... G-g-good evening, Captain." Under normal circumstances, he would have saluted, but he kept his hands jammed firmly between his legs. He did his best to tear his gaze up and away from the captain's crotch, feeling slightly flustered; even though he didn't care for the captain's shenanigans of allowing himself and the rest of the station to go bottomless, he couldn't help but admit the captain was a handsome man. 'Just my fucking luck,' Rooky thought to himself, hoping that the captain had better things to do with his time than hang around outside the bathrooms.

The captain inclined his head towards Rooky respectfully, and the rat did his best not to let out a groan when the captain stopped just a few steps away from him instead of continuing on. "Hello, Cadet," the dragon said cordially, apparently unperturbed by the sight before him of Rooky squirming and bouncing in place in an obvious potty dance.

'Does he even fucking realize I'm about to paint this floor rat-yellow right now?' Rooky wondered to himself, and he failed to restrain his frustration and anger as he blurted out, "W-What do you want?" in a hostile tone.

The captain arched an eyebrow at being addressed in such a curt manner. "Uh..." he began, taken off guard, but quickly regained his composure and clasped his hands behind his back. "Well, Cadet, I just wanted to say something while we had the chance to talk in private for a change. I know you have your share of problems with the crew, but..."

He glanced at Rooky, easily aware of the rat's situation, considering the way Rooky was holding both hands between his legs and shifting from side to side in front of the closed bathroom door. Deciding it would be rude to bring it up without Rooky mentioning it first, regardless of how obvious it was, the captain continued, "...I don't hate you, and, um..."

However, Rooky was paying no attention to what was being said to him, gritting his teeth except his front incisors. The captain might as well have been speaking a foreign language for how much of it reached Rooky, who was far more focused on trying not to wet himself, clenching his muscles and squeezing his legs together around his hands. His eyes drifted back down to the captain's loins again, and Rooky forced himself to look back up towards the ceiling instead. This was hardly the time to be admiring the captain, even if he did have a crush on the dragon.

'Shut up... shut up... shut up...' Rooky thought to himself, managing to remain outwardly silent as the captain went on about something or other. Did he really not have anything more important to be doing? 'Oh... oh fuck...!'

Another pang of desperation hit Rooky and he slumped down the door as his knee partly buckled. He felt more dampness against himself as a few drops escaped him, and he adjusted his grip frantically. The tip of his dick was peeking out from his sheath just a bit, and Rooky pinched it between two fingers to try and seal himself shut to avoid any more spillage. 

He really hoped it hadn't soaked through to his pants. A visible stain was the last thing he needed.

"...so, can you be there for me... at least?" the captain concluded from the speech that Rooky had missed.

Rooky only caught the raised inflection indicating a question, and the silence afterwards. "Fuck," he gasped under his breath, then spoke a little more normally as he added, "Sure, yeah, whatever," hoping that the captain would leave. He had enough problems already.

He inhaled sharply as a sudden wave of desperation hit. 'Oh shit... this next one...' he thought in a panic, trying to hold onto himself more tightly and squeeze his legs together harder. 'G-God- faaah... HRRRGHHHH...!'

Shuddering in place, he hurriedly tried to pinch himself shut again, but despite his best efforts a more sizeable squirt of urine left his cock before he could stop it. His underwear would be visibly stained for sure, now. If not for the door behind him that he was leaning on, he would have doubled over from the intensity of his desperation, but it didn't matter – captain or no captain, the damn door was still locked!

'Fuck... did I just...' he worried to himself, shifting a little in place, wiggling his fingers again. There was no doubt about it; the front of his underwear was soaked, now, and it was probably already leaking through to his pants. 'I-I just pissed myself! I... shit... another one is coming... HAHHHH!'

He was only delaying the inevitable at this point; if he didn't get into the bathroom soon there would be a full-blown accident on his hands – and in his pants. Rooky tried his best to keep himself pinched shut, but the pressure was too great and a small stream gushed into his underwear for a second before he got it back under control... for the moment, anyway.

'Fuck...!' Rooky thought, his panic only growing, so he tried to take a deep breath. 'Okay... just gotta focus...' He exhaled deeply, then inhaled once more. 'Focus... foc-nnngh!'

Another surge of desperation was beginning, and he knew he needed something more to avoid an accident. Shifting away from the door slightly, he curled his long hairless tail down and between his legs, pressing it up against himself to try and apply more pressure and stop any leaking. 'FUCK, I hope this works... guhhh...'

With another grimace, Rooky clenched his muscles, squeezed his legs, and pinched his sheath – none of which was enough to stop another spill. He barely suppressed letting out a frustrated groan as he felt wetness directly against his fingers; he'd finally leaked enough that it had soaked through his pants completely, which meant there would be a visible stain now.

Rooky's alarm reached its peak. 'SHIT... SHIT... FUCKING... I can't let him see my tarnished uniform, or my ass is finished!' He took a breath. 'Hrgh, gotta hide it... and-'

The captain's voice, which had been droning on the whole time, suddenly turned much sharper. "Cadet! Did you even listen to any of what I just said?" he demanded harshly, snapping Rooky's attention back to the captain.

'Does he even have any fucking pity for me? Asshole!' Rooky thought, and the words spilled from his mouth before he even realized it, unable to take any more of the situation. "I GOTTA FUCKING PEE!" he blurted out, no longer caring who might hear. "Override the damn thing!"

But the captain narrowed his eyes, lifting his muzzle slightly as he glared at Rooky. "I am your superior officer. You do not make demands of me. I just poured my heart out to you and you ignored it," he told Rooky coldly.

'Fuck!' Rooky thought, shifting around in place, fighting off a small pang of desperation, but only just barely. 'You can't win with this guy... G-God... rrgh... I can't fucking fight over this right now but... fuck, fuck, fuck!'

His only verbal response was a groan of desperation as he danced in place, keeping his hands held closely to himself to avoid risking having the captain see the stain. The only thing saving him was that the captain didn't know he had already leaked... he'd never hear the end of it otherwise. More moans of desperation escaped him as he stopped trying to fight them coming out, saving all his energy for keeping his bladder contained.

The captain cleared his throat. "Can you shut up, please? You have some nerve to ignore me."

'Nerve?!' Rooky thought angrily, 'That's rich! The nerve of this fucking guy!'

"Are... are you fucking serious..." Rooky gasped out, eyes squeezing tightly again. He'd just about had it. "Look-"

He didn't get any further into his comeback before another wave of desperation struck him, making him groan and whine. Clenching his muscles as much as he could, he still couldn't stop more urine from spilling into his pants, and he trembled with frustration as he felt the wet patch under his hands growing larger.

"I just peed myself!" Rooky spat, completely out of patience. "You can't be fucking-"

"Rooky." The captain's voice, in an authoritative tone, silenced Rooky mid-sentence. "Formal warning. Don't talk to a superior like that."

"I-I..." Rooky began, but he had bigger problems. He clenched his muscles again as he felt his bladder trying to contract, and accomplished little, further soaking himself with another brief stream. He tried to reach further between his legs, curling his fingers, but his crotch was so wet that piss was starting to drip from his pants, between his fingers, and onto the floor.

'G-Gotta hold...' Rooky told himself, pressing his tail in between his legs as well to try and do whatever he could to stop a full spillage. There was no way the captain would miss the puddle starting to grow between his feet. 'But... captain... is...'

"Cadet Rooky," the captain began, folding his arms against his chest. "Captain's orders. Hands and tail OFF."

'Fuuuuuck!' Rooky internally groaned. 'Is he actually using his directive on me? Fucking hell... if I disobey I'm done for... shit!'

Grudgingly conceding, Rooky slowly pulled his tail out from between his legs first. The best he could hope for was that all he had already spilled would relieve the pressure enough to let him hold for as long as he needed. Breathing heavily, the rat slowly took his hands away, relying on keeping his legs pressed together and clenching his muscles alone.

The captain gave a disapproving 'tsk' sound, shaking his head. "Away from the door," he commanded with a small wave, and Rooky shuffled away obediently, fully revealing the puddle he had left. "That's a big spill there..." the captain observed, glancing at it and then at Rooky.

With his hands at his sides, Rooky couldn't hide the stain on his front – though calling it a stain was an understatement. His entire crotch and the insides of his legs were visibly soaked, and the darkened region of his pants was only expanding as the liquid spread outwards. Even the very bottom of his shirt had gotten wet due to the liquid soaking up through the fabric! As the captain gave him a critical stare, Rooky thought to himself, 'God... I wish I could just tackle him and piss on him to see how he likes it...'

Before he could entertain thoughts of revenge any further, the captain straightened up and folded his arms again. "Show me your hands," he ordered firmly, staring down at Rooky over the bridge of his muzzle. Rooky hesitated for a moment, and the captain narrowed his eyes; relenting, Rooky grumbled and turned his head to look away in shame as he held his hands out, palms up. They were thoroughly wet and clearly soaked with piss, and as Rooky stood there, a single golden droplet fell off his right little finger, landing on the floor in front of him.

A very brief silence passed before Rooky's eyes widened and he reflexively reached between his legs as another strong desperate urge hit him. "F-Fuck!" he burst out, and before he had even fully realized what he was doing, he was clutching his loins through his pants, trying to pinch his sheath and hold his cocktip shut. Though he did stem the flow, a few more squirts had further soaked his pants, and several more droplets fell from the hems of his pant legs moments later. "S-Sorry!"

The captain, however, was not amused, and continued to glare at Rooky. "Are you disobeying an order, Cadet? I told you, hands off."

"I-I..." Rooky began, but the captain didn't let him get far.

Unfolding his arms and pointing, the captain demanded, "Strip your lower half."

Rooky's eyes widened again. "N-no!" he protested, squirming both from the need to piss and now also from panic. "Y-You-!"

"Captain's orders," the captain told him firmly, tapping one booted foot on the floor.

Internally, Rooky was screaming, but outwardly he simply drew a long, deep breath and let it back out, pressing his legs around his hands to try and get just a tiny bit of relief. No matter what, he couldn't disobey an order, certainly not directly, and doubly certainly not from the captain himself. "Uuugh..." he groaned quietly as he gave in and began moving his hands, reaching up to his pants to undo the fastenings, keeping his legs closed as he did. Hesitating after opening the zipper, he glanced back to the captain uncertainly, but the dragon was still watching with a stern expression, and motioned with one hand for Rooky to get on with it.

Silently uncrossing his legs as he ran through every expletive he knew of in his mind, Rooky opened his legs and pushed his pants downward, grimacing when the motion caused another brief spray of piss to gush from him and strike the inside of his pants just below the opened zipper. He tried to carefully push them down without any further accidents, but despite his best efforts, another squirt escaped him, shooting through the thin fabric of his briefs and onto the floor just a short distance away from the captain, who silently took one step to the side to get out of the line of fire.

With his pants around his ankles, Rooky inhaled again and tried to step out of them, unable to prevent another small leak of rat urine joining the rest of it on the floor. His pants stubbornly clung to his ankles, forcing him to raise one leg and then the other to kick them off; the first one managed to go fine, but while his other leg was raised, he couldn't stop another, longer splash of his piss gushing from his tip and through his underwear onto the floor. However,  he was finally able to kick his pants off his legs completely, leaving him in just his briefs and shirt.

He didn't even need to look to know that his briefs were utterly drenched, and they were only thin white cotton, which meant they would be almost completely see-through with how soaked they were. Suddenly, another strong pang of desperation hit Rooky, and with a "F-Fuck!" he reflexively grabbed himself once more, getting his hands even wetter as he clutched at his cock through his wet briefs, accidentally squeezing some of the liquid out of the fabric. Stretching the drenched briefs didn't help their transparency any, his cock clearly visible past his hands as he tried to pinch the end of it shut.

Shaking his head, the captain gave Rooky a stern look. "You aren't done."

"W-what?"

"I ordered you to strip your lower half. You didn't completely do it."

Rooky's eyes were as wide as they could possibly be. "D-Dude, even my underwear?" he asked in sheer disbelief, glancing over his shoulder at the end of the corridor where people were walking past every so often.

The captain folded his arms and looked even more annoyed than before. "When I said everything, I meant everything."

Rooky knew what was coming next. "C-Captain's orders...?"

"Yes!" the captain snapped at him in irritation. "Take them off!"

Shaking in place, Rooky hesitated only for a moment. The desperation was overwhelming, even with all he had already spilled into his pants and onto the floor. But an order was an order, so, with a great deal of grumbling, Rooky hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and slid them downwards, having to uncross his legs, barely managing to hold his bladder with clenched muscles as he did. Once they were past his knees, Rooky let his briefs fall to his ankles and pressed his thighs together once again, awkwardly shuffling out of the wet briefs and leaving them on the floor.

As Rooky was wondering how his day could get any worse, a chime sounded from beside him, and the sign over the bathroom door lit up, the message about the sterilization cycle disappearing and replaced with one simple, glorious, wonderful word: "Vacant". Rooky blinked, and then moved for the door – only to nearly be clotheslined by the captain's outstretched arm as the dragon moved between him and the door.

"You are not permitted to use this bathroom, Rooky."

If Rooky's internal monologue had been external, the entire ship would have been able to hear a torrent of profanity and colorful insults against the captain and his entire family, but instead Rooky stood in place, shaking with barely contained anger, his hands returning to his loins once again as he felt a twinge in his lower belly. Only a stupefied "Guh..." escaped his lips, at a loss for what to say as he weighed whether or not it would be worth it to try and get past the captain or make a break for the women's room.

Rooky winced as he couldn't stop a brief stream of urine hitting the hands he was holding over his cock, piss dripping from his fingers onto the floor below. Was the captain really going to make him stand there, bottomless, soaked in piss, when he could finally get some relief?

"Keep holding it," the captain told him, as if to answer Rooky's un-asked question.

'F-Fuck... gotta obey the captain...' Rooky griped internally, replying with a strained "Y-Yes, Captain" out loud. He kept his hands in place; the last thing he needed would be to accidentally piss on the captain and make his situation even worse, somehow. 'I'm pretty sure I'm dead meat anyway...'

Taking unsteady breaths, Rooky glanced downwards from morbid curiosity at himself, trying to peek between his hands. He couldn't quite see, so he shifted them to form a cup in front of his junk just in case of any more unexpected streams. Even his sheath was soaking wet from the backsplash while he had had his pants on, and the tip of his dick was poking out from it, the exposed flesh also glistening wetly.

'God... it's so wet...' Rooky thought to himself in dismay. As he looked, another spasm of his bladder caught him off guard, and a spurt of piss struck the cup his hands were forming. 'Oh shi-!' he thought in a panic, letting out a yelp and pinching himself again, one hand holding his cocktip as the other held his sheath, droplets falling to the floor. It wasn't a foolproof technique, but it was the best he had, he just had to hold out long enough to...

"Show me your hands," the captain cut in, interrupting Rooky's thoughts.

Once more, Rooky paused, though this time it was to wait for the urge to pass so that he wouldn't wet himself again immediately. Slowly, reluctantly, he let go of his sheath and cock to move his hands away, glancing away and staring at the wall as he did so, holding his hands out, even wetter than before after taking a few splashes of piss directly.

The captain gave a small snort. "Looks wet to me," he observed bluntly. "Your hands and your sheath both."

Squirming in place, Rooky weakly muttered, "Fucker..." to himself, and began to move his hands back towards his crotch. When the captain didn't order him not to, he covered himself up with them, putting both hands over his dick, one over the other.

"So... how does it feel?" the captain asked in a firm tone, folding his arms.

Rooky felt another squirt of piss escape him and hit his hands, dripping onto the floor to grow the puddle between his feet. He ignored the question as he pressed his legs together and clenched his muscles, desperate to avoid any further spills.

"Rooky," the captain insisted, "Tell me."

The rat's eye twitched. "It-It's just a constant pain right now! Fuck!" he blurted out, reaching the end of his rope. "It feels like my dick is about to piss fire! Argh!"

"Can't you just hold it?" the captain asked with a raised eyebrow.

'What does it look like I'm doing?!' Rooky thought to himself angrily, and couldn't keep all of his frustration inside this time. "FUCK NO!" he all but yelled, "Every so often... hah..." he winced, pressing his legs together harder. "...I'm just getting these little leaks of piss that I just..." Squeezing his eyes shut, Rooky bounced on his feet, gritting his teeth but for the oversized front incisors, filled with frustration and anger. "...urghh... that I just can't stop!"

As a few more droplets of urine fell from his fingers, Rooky took a deep breath and looked down, his outburst and the silence after it giving him a moment of clarity. He wasn't going to make it: that was the reality of his situation. The only toilet he had any chance of reaching at all was directly in front of him, and the captain wouldn't let him go. Even if he ran, even if he tried to go somewhere else, he'd never make it. He'd left multiple puddles on the floor already, and his thighs and legs were soaked to the skin: it was only a matter of time before he spilled one big, final puddle.

'Goddamn... my entire underside is wet... but...' Rooky grimaced. 'Fucking hell... I'm still not gonna piddle on the ground!'

In front of him, the captain inhaled, but to Rooky's surprise he let it out as a big, long sigh. "Cadet Rooky, do you know why I haven't discharged you yet?"

'I'm gonna discharge something in a moment-' Rooky thought to himself, collecting his thoughts before responding spitefully, "'cause you and your goons fucking love torturing me like this?"

The captain shook his head, tapping a boot on the ground again. "No," he answered. "It's because you're perseverant."

Rooky blinked and flatly replied, "What."

"You could've easily given up," the captain told him. "Yet, you still believe in yourself enough to convince yourself you can still make it."

Incensed, Rooky drew a sharp breath through his nose. "I'm not... I'm not a fucking baby... y'know!" he forced out, bouncing in place faster than before as he kept his legs pressed hard to one another.

"You aren't, no," the captain calmly conceded with a small gesture of his hand. "But then, tell me something." Rooky inwardly groaned; as if things weren't bad enough already, now he was getting a lecture, too. "Why do you decide to stick with us, even if we're... how did you put it? 'Insufferable sex-crazed idiots'?"

Rooky winced, partly from another pang in his bursting bladder and partly from the captain remembering his exact words from that particular outburst. A "Fuck!" escaped him as he felt another leak of piss squirt from him, and he quickly pinched his peeking cocktip shut once more, hoping the captain wouldn't notice the movement of his hand. "...the fuck are yo-" he began, but stopped abruptly as the captain began moving closer, unperturbed by the fact that his bare foot had just stepped in a puddle of urine.

"I'm in control here," the captain reminded him. "Tell me why... why do you keep subjecting yourself to us, if you find us so... 'insufferable'?"

"I-I..." Rooky stammered, partly from unease, but mostly from feeling the pressure building within his loins. Another few drops leaked past the pinched tip of his shaft, and he squeezed his sheath again, but only could weaken the flow to a tiny dribble.

The captain was now at arm's length from Rooky; while the dragon wasn't tall by most standards, he was still taller than Rooky, and loomed over him as best she could, trying to look intimidating. "Tell me!" he barked at Rooky.

Rooky couldn't take any more of the pressure – from the captain or from his bladder. "Because I 'LIKE you' like you!" he cried out in flustered annoyance, letting go of himself to try and push the captain away. But his exhausted muscles weren't enough to hold back the flow, and a gush of urine shot out from his cocktip, splashing on the captain's left leg and soaking into his fur.

Normally, Rooky would have been mortified, but he had been pushed so far that he just didn't care. The captain said nothing, looking quite surprised by the sudden confession and the splash of piss on his leg. "Y-You... you were the only reason I wanted to be here!" Rooky blurted out, clenching hard and just barely stopping his bladder from voiding further, the captain's leg quite wet already. The captain glanced over him, and seemed to shift in place lightly, one of the dragon's hands reaching down subconsciously and grabbing at his own sheath, perhaps to maintain control. Uncertain, Rooky took a breath and groaned out, "The only reason I wanted to be in the force..." as he forced his gaze away from the captain's sheath and balls, returning his hands to his loins to cover up the fact that his dick was starting to slide out further and stiffen up. As if he didn't have enough problems already, now he was getting hard in front of the captain!

There was a brief pause, and then the captain gave a quiet groan, reaching into a pocket on his jacket. Rooky was only left to wonder why for a moment before the captain took out a collapsible water bottle, screwing open the top, then holding the opposite ends of the small bottle and pulling them apart to extend the bottle to its full size. "Here," he said to Rooky, holding out the bottle, "use this."

Were he not on the verge of spraying more urine all over, Rooky would have been warier, but instead he snatched the bottle with one hand. Finally! He didn't care that he was out in a corridor where any of the perverts on the ship could see, and he didn't care that he was still being implicitly denied access to the bathrooms. He wasn't going to have a complete accident or piss all over the floor – any more than he already had, at least.

He shoved the open neck of the bottle up against his sheath, slipping his cock into the bottle itself, and stopped fighting it. It was like a dam breaking as he finally gave in, finally stopped resisting, and gave his bladder the release it had been yearning for. Rooky let out a long, low groan as a hard jet of urine blasted from the tip of his cock and struck the inside of the bottle, echoing loudly – but he didn't care. It could be broadcasted to the whole damn station for all he cared!

The drumming of his stream against the interior of the bottle remained steady as he drained his aching, and strained bladder, his eyes rolling upwards to stare at the ceiling. But the moment was ruined as the captain cleared his throat, watching the display, his own cock starting to slip out from his sheath, the tip of it pointed rather than rounded. "I need to pee too," the captain informed him in a very matter-of-fact tone.

"Okay then," Rooky grumbled in annoyance, just barely loudly enough to be heard over the hammering of his pee stream against the inside of the bottle. Not only was the captain bothering him during his piss, but he still hadn't responded to Rooky's confession from before. "Go ahead. Nobody's standing between YOU and the bathroom door stopping you from getting in."

But the captain didn't move, instead clasping his hands behind his back, staring at Rooky. "I seem to recall you saying you liked me," he reminded Rooky, and the rat swallowed. The captain had been paying attention after all. "If that was true, and you really, really like me..." Taking a step forward, and then another that splashed in a yellow puddle, he closed the distance between them.

Rooky looked up, watching with apprehension as the captain approached, still holding the water bottle in both hands. He could feel the heat of his urine through it, the sound of piss on plastic having transitioned to a deep splashing as the fluid level inside of the bottle rose higher and higher. Lowering his voice, the captain told him firmly, "...then get down on your knees, suck, and drink."

"Uh," Rooky stammered, staring first up at the captain's face, then down at his loins and the cock that was halfway out, and the thin long ridges running down its underside. "Um, can you let me-"

He was interrupted as he felt wetness against his own cocktip, having filled it so much that the fluid level had almost gotten near the top. Moving the bottle slightly further away, he glanced downwards, trying not to stare too much at the captain's dick in his field of view.

"Now, Rooky," the captain said with a hint of impatience.

"You can't be that desperate," Rooky grumbled quietly to himself as he started bending his knees, trying to get the rest of his pee into the bottle as he finally ran dry. "You're just standing there, not even squirming..."

As soon as his stream had ended and he had given a quick clench to get a final squirt into the bottle, which was now perilously full, Rooky knelt down properly and set the bottle down on the floor. He tried not to wince as he felt his left knee meet a puddle of his own urine, producing a wet squishing sound as his fur was immediately soaked.

But any other words he might have had were muted by the captain shifting forward, putting his left hand on the back of Rooky's head. The captain's other hand held the base of his half-mast cock as he slipped it into Rooky's mouth, the rat staring in mild surprise, feeling the warm flesh within his maw, the ridges bumping against his bottom lip, followed by the captain's furry sack coming to rest against his chin.

"If you can't handle it," the captain instructed in a low voice, letting his right hand hang by his side, "then finger me."

"Mmh-hnn," Rooky tried to respond around the dick in his mouth, reaching out and putting his damp hands on the captain's hips. He expected the captain to give him at least a little warning, but there was none; Rooky suddenly felt a very warm jet of liquid spraying into his mouth, and he spluttered as he tried to swallow it. He gulped down one mouthful and shuddered from the warm feeling and the saltiness of it on his tongue as more of it sprayed into his mouth, while he tried to wrap his lips around the captain's dick properly to ensure he didn't spill any.

'He's like a firehose!' Rooky thought as he swallowed again, but only some of the urine filling his mouth went down his throat. Squeezing his eyes shut, Rooky did his best to power through it, grunting around the captain's cock as he mustered the willpower to swallow once more – but only once. The saltiness of the piss was just too strong, and with a muffled groan, he tried to wriggle free, only for the captain's hand to hold him in place.

So, reaching around with his right hand, Rooky pressed his index finger between the captain's cheeks and wiggled it under his tail until he felt bare flesh among the fur, and pressed firmly. He felt the ring of muscle resist his intrusion, but it got the message across, the captain groaning out a little from the sudden pressure at his rear hole.

Shifting his hips back, the captain pulled out partway from Rooky's mouth, dribbles of urine leaking out from the corners of Rooky's lips. With part of his cock exposed, the captain clenched with his muscles and gripped his sheath at the same time. To Rooky's shock, the captain's flow cut off completely, with only a single extra droplet making it out, despite how hard he had been pissing a moment ago, and then pulled himself out the rest of the way from Rooky's maw.

Rooky briefly considered spitting out the rest of the piss in his mouth, but forced himself to swallow it, giving a full-body shudder that went all the way to his tail afterwards. "Ugh, what've you been DRINKING? That was so salty!" he complained, panting a little, wiping his mouth on the back of one hand, unable to keep his eyes from drifting back to the pointed tip of the captain's cock, bobbing in front of his face.

The captain simply shrugged in response. Rooky took a breath and went on, "And how the hell are you so good holding in your piss? You stopped so easily! And you were pissing so hard!"

"Practice," the captain replied casually. A small smirk crossed his face as he added, "Though, I will admit, there is a certain amount of fun..." reaching down, he held onto his sheath and cock with one hand, gripping firmly, starting to hop from one foot to the other. "...in doing the potty dance." The captain crossed his legs for extra effect, bending at the knees, and letting out a small huff as he curled his tail inwards between his legs just to make a further effort to keep in his urine.

Rooky couldn't help but snort in amusement from the sight, even though he was still on his knees. "Good to know even the high and mighty captain gets caught potty-dancing from time to time, huh?"

The dragon gave a little groan, though Rooky wasn't sure if it was from his comment or because he had failed to hold it in after cutting off his stream mid-piss. Yellow liquid dripped from the captain's hands and onto the tail he was still sticking between his legs, before splashing onto the floor between his legs, but as he bounced in place he seemed to get it back under control with more effort. Acting as though nothing had happened, the captain asked, "Are you ready for round two?"

Rooky leant forward a little. "Yeah, go for it," he instructed, opening his mouth slightly.

"I won't be pulling out this time, no matter what," the captain warned him as he withdrew his tail and slowly began extracting himself from his desperate pose. "You're drinking the rest of it whether you like it or not."

"Heh." Rooky did his best to sound confident. "Bring it on."

His confidence lasted as long as it took for the captain to assume his previous position, shoving his cock into Rooky's mouth until his sheath was pressed to the rat's lips, his left hand holding Rooky's head. Without warning again, the captain groaned and opened the floodgates again, but Rooky was expecting it this time. As the heavy gush of piss sprayed into his mouth, he was more proactive about swallowing it, and tried to guzzle it down as fast as he could so that the salty fluid wouldn't be on his tongue for long.

Even then, it was difficult: the captain had clearly been holding it for a while, going by the sheer volume of hot, salty piss that sprayed into Rooky's mouth, accumulating despite his best efforts to chug it down. He tried to move his head back a little just for a bit of extra room, but the captain made good on his promise, keeping Rooky's head held in place. Again and again he swallowed heavily, mouthful after mouthful of the salty liquid, growing slightly more accustomed to it, but not much, his eyes shut tight as he squirmed about in place.

Mercifully, just as he felt like it was going to start spilling out his mouth again, Rooky noticed the captain's stream losing strength rapidly. He gulped down what he could of what was in his mouth, then waited for the captain's stream to end completely before swallowing once again. He hesitated a brief moment and then lifted his tongue, licking the tip of the captain's dock, getting the last droplet off of it, rewarded with a final spurt of urine as the captain clenched his muscles.

Rooky pushed his snout into the captain's belly and then drew it back a little, starting to suckle on the cock in his mouth. They were already in position, why not give the captain a blowjob too while he was there? Rooky was just starting to move one hand behind the captain and the other between the dragon's legs when suddenly the captain pulled out, ridges bumping Rooky's lip on the way out, leaving him a little surprised at the captain's sudden exit.

He coughed a moment and then looked up. "What the fuck? I was trying to do something nice for you!" Rooky protested. "You're just gonna pump and run-"

"Ssh!" the captain hissed. "Someone's coming."

Rooky froze, his ears swiveling to try and listen out behind him. Sure enough, footsteps were approaching. "Aw, shit," Rooky swore quietly.

"Take your clothes and hide in the bathroom," the captain instructed him, and Rooky quickly set to doing just that, grabbing his soaked pants and underwear. But when he moved for the doorway, the captain was still blocking the way.

Just as he was about to protest, the captain squatted down in front of him, and gave a long lick from the base of Rooky's exposed cock all the way up to the tip, before leaning in more for a smooch on the very tip of his tapered length. "You still owe me, big time," the captain told him quietly as he stood up and got out of the way. Blushing intensely, Rooky said nothing as he pushed past and went inside, closing the door behind him.

Once the door closed, the captain stepped back, nearly slipping on the wet floor. That would be a problem: how could all of the puddles be explained? Thinking quickly, he bent over and grabbed the collapsible water bottle off the floor and dumped it out onto his crotch, giving a quiet groan as he did – the rat's piss was still warm, and it ran down the captain's inner thighs, soaking him immediately. The urine matted his fur against his legs and ran down past his knees, some of it dripping off while most of it flowed all the way down to his feet, making another puddle underneath him, staining his white fur yellow.

Meanwhile, Rooky was inside the bathroom, panting a little, his wet pants and underwear stuffed under his left arm. A lot had just happened. And he would have gone even further if he hadn't been interrupted! In frustrated arousal he leaned against the door and grasped his dick with his right hand, starting to stroke himself at a rapid pace, his piss-dampened fingers sliding back and forth over the erect cock protruding from his sheath. Closing his eyes, he tried to recall the sight of the captain's cock right in front of his face, and the warmth and taste of it in his mouth...

The captain barely managed to collapse the water bottle and stuff it back into his jacket in time, crossing his legs just as a much taller water dragon came around the corner. Blue-scaled with a sea-green chest and a teal mane running from his head all the way down to the fin on the end of his tail, a pair of whiskers also dangled from his muzzle. Like almost everyone else on the station he was bottomless, wearing a navy blue officer's jacket yet with his legs and crotch bare to let his uncut cock drape over the front of his balls.

His pace slowed as he approached the captain, noticing the puddles on the floor and the captain's wet crotch and legs. "Uhh... what happened here, Captain?" the water dragon asked, crossing his own legs the moment he came to a stop.

Inside the bathroom, Rooky pressed the side of his head against the door, trying to listen to the conversation outside as he continued jerking off, gripping his shaft and pumping his closed fingers along its length. "Ah, Shiu," the captain began, acting calm, "there was the cleaning cycle, you see, but after that there was a cadet in front of me who kept hogging the bathroom..."

'What? That's not what happened!' Rooky thought to himself, furrowing his brow.

"...I didn't think they'd take so long, but they've been in there so long that I couldn't hold it in any longer."

The water dragon frowned, glancing at all of the puddles. "This is all from you, sir?"

"No need to be so formal. And you know me, I can hold quite a lot."

"Yeah, I know that firsthand," Shiu remarked, then perked up. "So that means I win our little contest by default then, doesn't it? I hope so because I am BURSTING here, I came to find you when you didn't show up." For emphasis, he bounced a little on his feet, keeping his legs crossed tightly.

"I suppose it does," the captain admitted. "Sorry to have to call it off, but I got distracted by this business with the cadet."

"And is he still in there? It's Rooky, isn't it? He's the only cadet that would dare treat a superior that way."

"Yes, he is, and yes, that is the cadet in question."

"With all due respect, you should order him out, sir!" Shiu insisted. "That's incredibly disrespectful behavior towards any officer, let alone the captain! You can't just let a cadet treat you like that!"

To Rooky's surprise, the captain began to backpedal. "Don't be like that, it's not his fault. I have a private bathroom in my quarters, I could have gone up there to piss."

"But why were you trying to get into a bathroom in the first place?"

The captain sighed a little. "A guilty conscience, I suppose. A bout of depression, insecurity... call it what you will. I'm the captain, I should be setting a good example – but here I am, playing games with my own piss by trying to see how long I can hold it, just for my own gratification. It's no way to run a fleet."

The water dragon gave a small shrug, but then placed his hands between his legs as he stoically continued to hold his achingly full bladder. "It doesn't bother me, sir. I'd rather have you than a captain who's uptight about what his crew gets up to for fun. It's rare that I get to piss around with the captain - even less so when it's literal."

"I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I'm sure my superiors back at fleet command disagree." The captain let out a deep sigh, one that Rooky felt was slightly over-acted. "I know I don't keep the members of the fleet to the usual standards. I feel a little stupid for the way I run things around here..." Rooky heard the captain sniffle and add in a choking voice, "But I have to always... act like I know exactly what I'm doing, even when I'm so unsure...!"

"Oh, um, uh," the ensign faltered as the captain seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown. Consolingly, he offered, "Don't say that, sir. Sure, uh, nobody at the academy told me I'd be expected to walk around naked from the waist down, but it seems like it's great for morale. You're doing a great job, you don't have to beat yourself up like that..."

As the ensign continued to comfort the captain, Rooky bit his lip and shifted away from the door so that he would be less likely to be heard, his hand still a blur as he rapidly stroked back and forth over his cock. Panting from arousal, he only went far enough to lean on the wall instead, sticking his hips out and spreading his legs apart, the thumps of his hand against his crotch making his balls bounce between his legs. He tossed the bottom half of his wet uniform onto the floor in front of him, uncaringly, freeing up his other hand to brace himself against the wall for stability as he began to thrust his hips into the grip of his hand.

"Hey, I've got an idea on how to cheer you up," the ensign suggested, and Rooky could still hear him, though not as well as he could from directly next to the door. "Nnh... you always like getting an eyeful of this cock of mine, don't you?"

Outside of the bathroom, Shiu had uncrossed his legs to flaunt his endowment to the captain - and with the difference in their heights, the captain was given an excellent view of the water dragon's limp shaft. Rooky's eyes widened and he sucked in a breath through his nose as he heard the comment, trying to envision what was going on past the door. "Impressive as ever, Shiu," the captain praised.

"Thought you'd like it," Shiu remarked with a grin, taking hold of his cock in one hand and letting it rest against his fingers. "Sheaths are fun and all, but so's this!" Lightly gripping the end of his dick between his thumb and forefinger, he slid his digits back towards himself, rolling the forescales back from the tip to expose the bulbous pink cockhead underneath. Though Rooky couldn't see what was going on, it didn't stop him from jerking off to it, pumping his hand along his tapered length.

Shiu teased the captain by rolling his forescales back and forth over the end of his cock, covering it up and then exposing it again. "Heh, now this is a weapons inspection I don't mind," the ensign remarked in a teasing voice, but then he suddenly let out a sharp grunt. He tried to close his legs again but his hand was in the way, and he wasn't able to grip himself quickly enough to prevent a brief spray of his piss gushing from his cocktip. With the glans exposed, it shot out as a brief and narrow jet that splashed against the captain's already-soaked leg, dampening the fur there once again.

"Nngh, sorry sir," Shiu muttered through a grimace as he clenched his muscles hard to get back under control. "I did say I was... bursting to go!"

"Quite all right, you didn't make it any worse than it already was," the captain replied, brushing him off. "Here... why don't you take this and put on a bit more of a show for me?" Reaching into his jacket, the furred dragon pulled out the collapsible water bottle, and Rooky was able to hear the sound it made when the captain expanded it to its full size.

Shiu gave a quick "Thanks" as he took the bottle. "I did win the bet after all... sure you don't want it straight from the tap?"

The captain chuckled a little. "I'm more in the mood to watch you first," he answered. Unbeknownst to Rooky, he shifted over to the door and leaned against it, resting his head on the closed door to watch the show.

Rooky remained where he was, eyes closed, his imagination running wild. Visions danced in his head of the captain, first of the view Rooky had had while on his knees of that cock right in front of his face. Then he daydreamed of where he could have gone had they not gotten interrupted: he opened his mouth a little as he panted, pretending to suck and bob his head along the captain's shaft, running his tongue over the ridges underneath it. He certainly wouldn't mind a drink from the metaphorical tap. Would the captain's precum be anywhere near as salty as his piss? Rooky groaned as he jerked himself faster, imagining licking beads of pre off the end of that pointed cockhead.

Shiu quickly brought the water bottle to his crotch, holding his cock downwards in one hand and the bottle under it to give the captain a clear view. With a deep groan, he stopped fighting his overly-full bladder and relaxed, allowing a hard jet of urine to blast out from his urethra and into the bottle. It struck the side loudly enough for Rooky to hear it even over Shiu's relieved "Fuuuuuck..." as it made an echoing sound in the hollow interior of the bottle, the pitch changing as the fluid level rapidly rose.

Rooky put his free hand over his muzzle to quiet his groans as he listened to what was going on outside, and imagined even more scenarios in his head. He tried to picture himself standing up and pulling close to the captain to him so they could rub their cocks together. Standing on his tiptoes to grind, sliding his own hot, hard flesh against the dragon's, both of them leaking clear precum and slicking each other up with it as they frotted against each other. 

"Very impressive, Shiu," the captain remarked as the water dragon continued pissing strong, the drumming sound suddenly becoming a deep splashing as he filled the bottle enough that his stream was hitting his own piss.

"You say that, but you're easily a match for me," Shiu said, exhaling deeply. "Aaahh... I hope you're thirsty..." He breathed deeply as he emptied his bladder into the bottle, and the captain kept his eyes on the display while listening to the muffled sounds of Rooky's groans and the wet sounds of his masturbation inside of the bathroom. "Whoops!" Shiu suddenly exclaimed when the fluid level inside the bottle reached the top, and foaming piss spilled over the side of it, splashing onto the floor.

"Don't leave a job half-finished, Ensign," the captain joked.

"Heh, I'm not gonna, don't worry," Shiu retorted. For another several seconds he continued to piss, excess urine spilling down the side of the bottle and onto the floor, adding another puddle to what was already there. When he finally emptied, Shiu gave a deep sigh and clenched his muscles to fire one last squirt, making another brief stream run down the side of the bottle, before holding it out towards the captain. "Here, hot and fresh. Drink up."

Rooky shuddered against the wall, remembering filling that same bottle himself, wishing he had been able to have the captain drink it. As he heard the captain give thanks and then start to gulp loudly, one heavy swallow after another, Rooky pretended it was his own piss the furred dragon was chugging down. The rat's toes curled as he huffed and panted for breath, masturbating intensely to the various mental images, wishing he could really feel the captain's slicked cock pressed against his own; he could hold both of them together and stroke them at the same time until....

"Mmmmmfffhhhh...!" Rooky let out a wordless moan into the hand over his muzzle as his eyes shut even more tightly and he pushed himself over the edge, sticking his hips forward and angling his cock back towards himself. His hand continued to jerk along his shaft, though he lost his rhythm, sometimes stopping his stroking to thrust instead. Ropes of his seed shot from the end of his dick up and onto his front as he panted and groaned, basking in the ecstasy and the mental images of him and the captain cumming all over each other. The jizz splattering against his hand could be the captain's and not just his own...

Outside, the captain smirked to himself as he listened in on his subordinate's orgasm. It wasn't hard to guess what sorts of thoughts were filling the young rat's mind, and the dragon was sorely tempted to rub one out too, his shaft standing at full attention from his sheath. But instead, he simply drank down the rest of the hot and salty fluid that his ensign had kindly provided him, lowering the emptied bottle and giving an overly dramatic satisfied gasp once he had done so.

"I'd offer you more if I had any," Shiu joked; now that he wasn't desperate to piss and had just watched his superior guzzle down his own urine, the water dragon's cock was stiffening and thickening up between his legs.

Inside, Rooky panted for breath as he came down from his climax, slowly opening his eyes as his vision refocused. Blinking and looking down, he glanced at the mess on his front, his own cum splattered onto his jacket. "Aw, fuck," he grumbled to himself, slumping against the wall a little and continuing to pant for breath. He was going to have to walk back to his cabin bottomless anyway; might as well go the rest of the way and just be naked.

"I do quite like that 'brew' of yours," the captain playfully remarked, collapsing the water bottle once again. Glancing down at Shiu's rising cock, he added, "Perhaps we ought to take this somewhere else...?"

"Yeah, I don't think you're getting in that bathroom any time soon if Rooky is inside of it," Shiu agreed.

Rooky rolled his eyes and ignored the comment as he pushed himself away from the wall and stripped off his clothes. He might have to be naked, but he didn't have to smell like a toilet on the shuttle back. Approaching the shower once his body was bare, he set the temperature before turning it on and stepping inside to clean off. The hot water poured over him and rinsed his fur, and he let out a deep sigh as his own cum and piss was washed away down the drain.

His next performance review was going to be interesting, that was for sure...
