"Here we are, Carrots," Nick announced as he shifted the unmarked car into park and turned off the engine. "Remember, we're undercover, so try to blend in, yeah?" he reminded her, dressed in his old threads: a yellow-green shirt and tan slacks plus a tie.

"I know how to go undercover," Judy grumbled, wearing a t-shirt and jean shorts. "I've been doing this longer than you."

"Not by much, though," Nick quipped as he undid his seatbelt. Judy had to shuffle sideways in the seat much larger than her to reach her own, and Nick merely smirked as he got out of the car and held open his door for her. After freeing herself from the seatbelt she bounded across the seats and hopped out onto the sidewalk.

"So, where-" she began, looking upwards. The building looked familiar. Uncomfortably familiar. "Oh, no way," she moaned, staring up at the sign for Yax's naturalist resort.

"Yes way," Nick answered. "You remember this place, then?"

"How could I forget?" Judy groaned.

Nick took a furtive glance around before crouching down near her and lowering his voice. "You were paying attention in the briefing, weren't you?"

"Of course, I just didn't recognize the address..." she mumbled. Their target rarely left the safety of his hideout, but was known to frequent a certain establishment – this one, apparently. All she and Nick had to do was overhear the details of a business dealing between him and an associate by going undercover and-

"Wait," Judy blurted out, eyes going wide. "When you said go undercover..."

"We're going under-covered," Nick joked with a wink, standing back up. "You're small and easy to overlook, so you're a natural candidate. Can you imagine Clawhauser trying to go incognito in a place like this?"

"I'd really rather not," Judy muttered, squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head. Taking a deep breath, she psyched herself up. "Okay, Judy... just think of how good this'll look on your record..."

"Come on now, time's a-wastin'," Nick reminded her before heading inside, and she hurried to catch up to him before the door swung closed.

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"Don't look so nervous, Carrots," Nick whispered as he stuffed his hastily-folded clothes into a locker. "You'll give us away."

"Easy for you to say!" Judy hissed, nervously fiddling with the clasp of her bra. There was only one big changing room – but considering that all the patrons would be heading out into the same yard, having separated ones wouldn't serve much purpose. It didn't make it any easier for her to strip down, and she stared at the open locker she was facing as she finally undid her bra, grabbing it and tossing it into the locker before it could fall to the floor.

"You've got to look natural, or this won't work. If you're glancing around nervously and trying to cover up, it'll be obvious that you don't belong here."

"I don't!" Judy whispered back to him, thumbs hooking under the waistband of her panties.

"Well, not with that attitude," Nick quipped. "C'mon, think about it. Literally everyone here will be just as naked as you are. They're not gonna judge."

She exhaled a little and slowly slid her panties down, letting them fall to her ankles, then shuffled out of them. She kept her legs close together and bent at the knees to pick them up, tossing them into the locker. "I suppose..."

"If you fidget, people will only be more inclined to look at you. So if you don't want people looking, just act confident, and you'll blend right into the background."

Judy made a thoughtful noise. "That... actually makes sense."

"You're not gonna let a little thing like this turn bad and go on your record, are you? You can handle it," he encouraged.

"Yeah. I can handle it," she agreed, trying to psych herself up.

"We're gonna find some juicy info and help bring him down."

"Yeah!"

"And besides, everyone here will overlook you because you're too small for them to be interested."

"Yea- wait, Nick, what-" she blurted out, turning to him and quickly averting her gaze to stare at his knees.

"So let's go," Nick spoke over her, pointing with both index fingers towards the door. "And remember, I'm not Nick while we're here, I'm Larson Edwards."

"Right," she mumbled. "Let's just get this over with."

He led the way, and she took another deep breath and followed him. He was right about one thing: she had to act like she belonged, or she'd just draw attention to herself. It was easier said than done, though, as naked as the day she was born and walking into an open courtyard with dozens of other naked people who would-

No, no, she had to not think about it. That would just make it worse.

Nick split off from her, and they went their separate ways in the courtyard among the grass, trees and hedges. It didn't take long to spot her target: the only male otter she could see was obvious enough as he stretched out on a flat rock with a colorful drink in one hand. Plus, the rather conspicuous pair of bodyguards hovering nearby and keeping a watchful eye out only made it even plainer. They were the only people near him, so his contact must not have arrived yet. The lion and bull guards were both covered in muscle and completely nak-

Judy looked down at the grass instead. Staring at other patrons would draw attention to her as well. She had to act totally natural. But how...?

She took a furtive but much slower look around, trying to study her surroundings as a detective ought to. Most of the patrons were simply relaxing, either on the grass directly or on smoothed-out rocks, or in the case of one particular cat, up in the branches of one of the trees. Others were talking amongst themselves, or like her target, were relaxing with drinks to enjoy the weather. It reminded her of a rather relaxed party – albeit one where all the guests were naked.

Off to one side was the source of the drinks, a cart staffed by an alpaca lady. It would be as good a way to blend in as any, so Judy made her way over to it, focusing on keeping a steady pace and on not looking around. It would be over soon, all she had to do was just stay incognito and not think too much about all the other patrons-

"Can I help you?" the alpaca asked as she approached.

"Oh, uh, hi, I'll have, a, uh..." she fumbled, trying to stare at the picture on the side of the cart instead of at its proprietor.

"First time?" the other woman asked with a chuckle, reaching into the top of the cart.

Judy silently cursed herself. She had to do better than that. "Ah, uh, yeah," she admitted, trying to play it off, quickly bringing her gaze all the way up to the alpaca's head as she forced a laugh. "Just thought I'd, uh, you know, get back to nature, being in such a big city and all, 'cause um, I'm from the country, you know..."

The alpaca nodded, opening a can of something and pouring out a thick orange liquid into a glass which she handed to her. "Have fun," she remarked. "And relax!"

Judy stared at the glass and sniffed. "Carrot juice? ...you know what, I'll take it." She reached down for a pocket that didn't exist to fetch a wallet she didn't have on her. "...er..."

"It's covered by your entry fee," the alpaca answered with a grin.

"Ah. Gotcha. Thanks!" Judy said and quickly hurried away to avoid any more awkward conversation, her cheeks flushed.

She noticed she was drawing some looks so she quickly slowed her pace and did her best to act normal, sipping from the drink. Close to the otter was a short hedge; far too short for someone like Nick to hide behind without being obvious to anyone else, but she was just short enough that it might work...

Strolling along, she tried to look as casual as she could, sparing only a momentary glance towards the lion bodyguard who was the closer of the two. But apparently not considering her much of a threat, he was paying little attention to her, his arms folded as he looked around. Judy took one last look to make sure none of them were looking her way, then sat down behind the hedge to wait. She was naturally small enough to be hidden behind it, and even the people who could see her wouldn't think much of her just sitting there with a drink.

Amazingly enough, her plan seemed to work. Though it took a while for the contact to arrive, long enough for her to finish the entire drink, nobody paid her any attention, and she was glad that her sitting position gave her a good reason to keep her legs positioned to cover herself up a bit. She had to avoid raising her ears too high when she heard voices behind her, but she was grateful for the distraction. Focusing on every word of the conversation between the two criminals and committing the important details to memory meant she didn't have to think about how many people could see her naked at that very moment. She wished she had her pen, though. She had already had a mild need to pee when they had arrived, but she hadn't expected it would take so long – the drink wasn't helping any, either.

The conversation lasted a while, interspersed with catching-up remarks and the otter waxing poetic about a hobby of his, all while Judy fidgeted from her growing need for relief. But finally the two of them went their separate ways, and Judy sighed in relief as she heard them leaving. It didn't take much longer for Nick to find her, and he made his way over to her as she stared down at the grass in front of his feet to avoid looking directly at him.

"Well, that went pretty smoothly, don't you think?" Nick said quietly. He was standing directly in front of her with his legs apart, which she was sure he was doing deliberately.

"Yep, but I am extremely ready to leave," she stated firmly. "I just need to use the bathroom first and then we can go."

"Well, go ahead," he remarked, sweeping one hand out. "You're already in it. Might want to at least get up into a squat first, though."

She stared up at his face in disbelief. "What?"

"This is a naturist resort, or did you forget?" Nick told her with a wide smirk. "It's expected. Our distant ancestors didn't have plumbing out in the woods."

"No, nuh-uh, not happening," Judy insisted.

"Aw, c'mon, Carrots. You're supposed to be blending in. I already went over by that tree over there, nobody minds."

She frowned deeply. "And I have more class and decency than you, so I will not be going out here, where anyone can see me!"

"Suit yourself," Nick remarked casually. "But it's a long drive back to the station. And traffic's going to be thick by now..."

Judy groaned in frustration, squeezing her legs together. There was no way she'd make it. It was already unlikely she'd get much further than the building, especially since she'd have to get dressed first. "Then I'll find somewhere else to go," she grumbled.

"Yeah, not saying you have to go right here. You can take the tree, or another hedge, or-"

"Not out here!" she insisted, standing up. "Just wait here, the last thing I need is you watching me."

She got up and started hurrying off, but the movement only made her realize just how badly she had to go. "Nobody will care if you pee out here!" Nick yelled at her, and she quickened her pace, mortified at what everyone in the courtyard just heard.

Rushing through the doors back into the building that surrounded the courtyard, she came to a stop and looked around for any signs for the bathrooms, but she didn't see any. Was Nick really telling the truth? She groaned, crossing her legs; she'd still just have to find another place to go. But where? Corridors led off in both directions and stairs went upwards, and she didn't see anyone else coming. She didn't recall seeing any bathrooms in the changing room either. She could go back there, but there'd almost certainly be someone else there. She had to find somewhere hidden, and more importantly, somewhere close...

Her eyes settled on the stairs. There was space behind them that would at least keep her out of sight, and she hurried over to them with one hand pressed between her legs. Only some large cardboard boxes up against the back wall shared the space, leaving plenty of room for her on the checkered linoleum floor.

She hesitated; was she really just going to pee on the floor? But with how much her bladder was protesting, it seemed likely she was going to end up peeing on some floor or other, and it would be better to pick one that at least gave her a modicum of privacy. Not only that, but she had left the empty glass outside, and there was no way she was going back into the courtyard after what Nick had shouted. So, with a final glance back to make sure nobody was following her, she slipped under the stairs and out of sight.

Being already naked, she didn't have to spend any time removing clothing. The area under the stairs was dark and a little dusty, but it would have to do. She reached out with one hand to lean on the painted brick wall and rested one foot on a pipe running along the wall close to the floor, pressing her back against the cardboard boxes for more support. Lowering her hips a bit in the hopes of minimizing the splashing, she spread her other leg as far out as she could, and tried to relax, only for her aching bladder to unleash its contents with far more force than she had intended.

Her stream splashed hard against the linoleum and immediately began forming a puddle on the impermeable floor, the yellow fluid spreading outwards while droplets and flecks sprayed off in all directions, splashing the wall and pipe that she was resting on. She lowered her hips even further to try and mitigate the splashing but it was still audible, and she kept her mouth shut tightly as she suppressed a groan of relief. It was definitely a low moment of her career, but at least she still had-

"Did a pipe burst back here?" Nick quipped, peering at her from around the edge of the stairs.

"Nick!" Judy hissed, surprised at first, then angered, lowering her free hand to try and block his view of her loins as her stream continued to gush from her pussy unabated – she tried to clench to stop it, but could only briefly weaken the flow. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, just my job," he remarked casually, leaning against the wall and starting to count off on his fingers. "Let's see, that's one count of public urination, one count of vandalism and destruction of property, or it will be once that puddle reaches the box behind you..."

"Stop looking at me!" she insisted. With a glance down, she saw that the puddle was indeed getting quite large, and shuffled her foot back and away from it, bumping her heel against the box behind her.

"At least there's no public indecency charge, since we're still on the grounds of the naturist resort," he continued. "You might want to try and be quieter, though. You wouldn't have had that problem out on the grass."

Judy took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. "If you have nothing better to do, make yourself useful and get me a tissue or something," she grumbled over the splashing of her pee, finally succeeding in clenching and stopping the flow.

"Sure thing, Carrots. Just stay right there," he remarked as he turned around with a swish of his tail and made his exit.

Judy watched him go, then relaxed again; stopping her stream had caused an uncomfortable tingling in her loins, and there was already a big puddle on the floor. She couldn't really make it any worse than it already was – someone was going to need to come by with a mop no matter what – so she resumed relieving herself, her piss coming out a little more weakly now that she was already mostly empty. The remainder of her golden fluid splashed onto the floor, the puddle spreading out along the wall on one side, and she had to move away from the wall so she could spread her legs further apart to keep her foot on the floor clear of the puddle.

Eventually she trickled off to a small series of droplets and gave a clench to force out a final splash, then another a moment later. Finally empty, she pushed herself away from the wall to make sure she could clear the puddle that had grown between her legs, and gave it a final guilty look, keeping her damp legs apart as she waited for Nick.

One minute became two, then three, and she tapped her foot on the floor impatiently. What was taking him so long? She heard footsteps approaching and quickly hid herself under the stairs as close to them as she could, away from the puddle she had left. What if it wasn't Nick? What if someone else was coming – a patron, or worse, a staff member?

But thankfully, it was just Nick. "Here you go, Carrots," he said casually, leaning around the edge of the stairwell and holding out a wad of what looked like tissue to her.

"Thanks," she said curtly as she snatched it from his hand. But the texture was off. She immediately realized that it wasn't tissue, but toilet paper. "What the- Nick!" she protested as she began wiping down her slit with it.

"Oh, yeah! Funny story. You see, as it turns out, this place actually does have real toilets. Did you know that building codes mandate they have one? I didn't! You learn something every day," he explained with animated hand gestures, though she didn't buy it for a minute. "So yeah, here you go. Not a big deal. I also let the staff know so they can send out a janitor..."

"You what?" she exclaimed, aghast.

"Oh, don't worry, I didn't tell them YOU did it," he told her. "But you might want to hurry it up..."

Any other protest she might have wanted to make went out of her mind. She had to get out of there before the janitor showed up. Simply dropping the wet toilet paper onto the floor where it touched the edge of the puddle, she dashed past Nick and in the direction of the changing rooms.

Nick watched her go, giving one final glance back at the mess under the stairs. "Who knew one little bunny could hold so much?" he mused to himself as he turned around and casually strode along after Judy.
