With three seconds left on the clock, Hannah fired a slapshot from halfway across the ice rink towards the net; if she waited any longer she wouldn't have a clear shot. The other team's goalie easily stopped it, but it didn't matter when her team already had a 4-2 lead, and she held up one fist triumphantly as she turned and began skating back to her bench when the buzzer sounded. The crowd went as wild as it could for its size; sadly, the local rink was never exactly packed to capacity for a girls' hockey game between local teams. At least it meant their fans always got good seats, and she appreciated everyone who came to watch regardless, waving to some of the front-row fans who were holding up signs professing their support for her team.

Hannah's teammates on the bench were excited too, standing up and cheering, most of them getting pulled into a giant group hug; far from resisting, Hannah held the teammates on either side of her tightly with both arms. "You did great, Sarah!" "Gail, you were amazing!" "Hannah, that was awesome!" "Oh my gosh, Kyra, you were so cool out there!" and similar comments were shared between them as they reveled in the victory for a short time.

As they separated, the team's coach took over, the lynx giving her team a round of applause. "You all played great tonight, girls! You know the drill, if you want to stick around to celebrate we'll have the food here shortly." More cheers came from them, and the coach began waving for the girls to follow her to the changing room. Hannah waited for some space to open up before swinging her legs up and over the edge of the bench, leaving her at the back of the line.

Exhausted after the game, Hannah pulled off her helmet and panted heavily for breath with her tongue lolling from her mouth. She was surprised to see that the short corridor leading to the changing rooms had some unusual visitors – a peppy and short blonde fennec woman in a deep blue suit, accompanied by a skinny black-haired raccoon mostly hidden by a camera on a tripod. Hannah's coach was already talking to them, but since the camera wasn't pointed at her, they didn't seem to be doing an interview. Her teammates only gave the TV crew a quick glance, but Hannah's curiosity got the better of her, and she wandered over towards them.

Hannah's coach noticed her approach and smiled. "Hannah, come on over! Fancy doing an interview?"

"An... interview?" Hannah repeated between breaths.

The fennec nodded excitedly, extending a hand that Hannah shook. "Yep! Karrie Ward, HWBC Sports; we're covering some of our local teams!" She seemed quite proud of it, but Hannah noticed her coach, at an angle the fennec couldn't see, mouth 'the B-team' to her, and Hannah did her best not to laugh, lowering her muzzle to hide her smirk. "If any of you ever go pro you might have to do interviews like this regularly! Best to practice while you're young, right?"

"Fancy giving it a shot?" Hannah's coach offered.

Hannah thought it over for a moment, then shrugged. She had no intentions to 'go pro', but it sounded like fun, and she could brag about it to her friends if she showed up on local TV. No doubt Anna and Chloe would be jealous. "Sure, why not?"

The fennec approached with a microphone in hand while her cameraman got into position, which gave Hannah enough time to cool off enough that she wasn't panting constantly, just taking heavy breaths. She kept her focus on the interviewer, and in a way she was a little disappointed at how normal it ended up being – just some questions about the game, how she felt about it, and notable moments. She answered as best she could, making sure to give credit to her teammates, and within a few minutes it was already over.

"You did really well," her coach told her. "Now, hurry up and go get changed, or the others will eat all the food before you can get there. The caterers are bringing wings tonight."

Hannah snorted in amusement. "Yeah, if I don't get there early enough Gail will eat them all," she joked. "Thanks," she said first to the coach, then added, "and thank you too!" to the local reporters.

"No, thank YOU!" the fennec said excitedly, beaming at Hannah.

The delay meant that by the time Hannah got into the changing room, most of her team had either already left or were on their way out. Heading to the bench where she had left her bag, she began the arduous process of stripping down, starting with her skates so that she wouldn't have to balance on them constantly. As she sat down, she noticed that while the changing room was nearly empty, Kyra, the team's goalie, still had half of her gear on. She was taking her time, with a dejected look on the arctic wolf's face as she slowly fiddled with the straps on her leg guards.

Frowning, Hannah took note of that as she unlaced her skates, but she didn't say anything and continued to undress. She waited until only the two of them were left in the changing room before she spoke up: "Kyra, are you all right?"

Kyra's head lifted up suddenly, and she glanced over at Hannah. "Oh! I... um..."

"You seem awfully down for someone who just won a game," Hannah pointed out, stuffing her shoulder pads into her bag. "Why the long face?"

"I still let in two goals, though," Kyra mumbled, looking down at her feet.

"And that's less than the other goalie let in," Hannah insisted. "Trust me, you did great. That save at the start of the second period? I was sure that was going in!"

Kyra made a noncommittal sound, slowly dropping her pads on the bench she was sitting on. "I just got lucky."

Hannah frowned again, almost done undressing as she pulled off the last of her underclothes. "It's very rare to get a shutout. You don't have to be perfect. Nobody else thinks you did poorly out there."

Kyra said nothing in reply, so Hannah didn't press any further. Now fully naked, she contemplated whether or not to start putting her casual clothes on. If Kyra hadn't been there, she would certainly have found a spot to pee – other than occasional notices from the rink, nothing seemed to have really happened about the puddles she had left. And after draining more than one water bottle to keep cool during the game, she definitely had to go. "Well," she mused aloud, "either way, we still won, and I think you've earned the right to come celebrate with the rest of us. The coach told me we've got wings tonight! You like wings, right?"

"Yeah," Kyra admitted quietly, and Hannah smiled a bit as she saw Kyra pick up the pace – if only a little. Mulling her own predicament over as she zipped up the main part of her bag, Hannah took the opportunity to glance around the changing room while pulling her casual clothes out from the side pouch. Standing out from the rest of the fairly pristine locker room was an open bag next to a haphazard pile of gear on a bench; Hannah remembered seeing it there before the game, too. Either someone had forgotten their gear or had simply left it there to pick up later.

A devious smirk crossed her muzzle, and leaving her casual clothes next to her bag, she stepped over to the leftover gear, her tail swishing back and forth. "And there won't be many wings left if we take too long," Hannah pointed out, while swinging one leg up and over the bench, straddling the pile of gear that was mostly covered by a jersey. "So we'd better hurry, or all that'll be left is the bones."

She didn't even need to bend her knees in this position and put one hand on her hip, groaning softly as she relaxed her muscles and began relieving herself. After drinking so much throughout the game it was so pale as to be almost clear, and the relief from the pressure inside of her was very welcome, her streaming coming out forcefully. Although the jersey absorbed the liquid well, whatever was directly underneath it offered a much harder surface, resulting in a pattering sound that immediately caused Kyra's ears to swivel. A moment later Kyra turned her head, eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Hannah casually pissing onto the leftover hockey gear. "Wh-... Hannah, what are you doing?" she blurted out.

Shrugging, Hannah continued to let her pee gush from her urethra onto the jersey under her, soaking the white fabric, the stain spreading out readily as the material darkened. "I didn't feel like going all the way to the toilet."

"But it's right over there!" Kyra refuted, pointing with one finger.

"Yeah, and that'll still take longer. I want to go have fun with the others! And get some wings, too." Hannah glanced downwards to make sure she was still on-target, but otherwise remained standing, her piss now splashing louder since the fabric her stream was landing on was completely saturated even though the power of her spray was gradually lessening.

Kyra blinked, hesitating a moment before speaking again. "I... okay, but that's someone's stuff!"

"Well, I might as well have fun with it, right?" Hannah replied with another shrug. "Besides, you're not supposed to leave your gear here. There's a reminder, like, every week. This is a set of men's gear, so it's obviously nobody from our team. Maybe this'll teach him to take his things with him."

With no retort to that, Kyra returned her focus to herself, pulling her undershirt off, feeling flustered as she could still hear the splashing of Hannah's piss on the leftover gear. Hannah lifted her arms over her head and gave a low groan as she stretched, casually expelling the rest of her urine, and once her stream trickled off she clenched her muscles to force out everything else left inside of her. "You should do the same," Hannah advised Kyra, reaching downward; the jersey's left arm was unscathed, so she brought it to her slit and dabbed it against her loins to wipe up the last leftover moisture.

"What?" Kyra exclaimed in shock.

"You want to join the celebration too, right? And I'm sure you've got to go too, I saw you on the bench during both intermissions." Hannah casually stepped back to her own gear and grabbed her panties to start getting dressed. "A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, so just do it."

Kyra hesitated again, looking down at her feet once more, then back over to the gear that Hannah soaked. "What, like... on the floor?"

Nonchalantly, Hannah tugged her panties up. "Wherever you want! You've earned it. As long as it's quick."

At first, Kyra simply shoved her gear into her bag while Hannah continued to dress. But after pulling her shirt on, while still bottomless, Kyra made up her mind. Scooting over to the far end of the bench she was on, she spread her legs out, torn between a curious desire to try it for herself, and the part of her mind telling her she shouldn't do it. But the former won out in the end, and spreading her legs wide, she rested her hands on the bench to support herself.

Hannah was right about one thing; Kyra definitely needed to pee, and when her stream gushed out from her slit, fanning out into a thin vertical sheet before it broke up into droplets, it was also almost completely clear. Feeling both embarrassed and excited at the same time, Kyra panted softly before taking a curious glance downwards at the mess she was making. Her piss was spraying down onto the vulcanized rubber floor, and the shower of droplets was steady and focused enough that a puddle was starting to form, the ongoing rain of urine landing in it and sending ripples across its surface.

"Attagirl," Hannah encouraged from close by, catching Kyra momentarily off-guard. She quickly raised her muzzle and almost pulled her legs together, but fortunately managed to stop herself. "Way more convenient, right?"

"R-right..." Kyra agreed quietly, her eyes drifting downwards again, fascination overcoming her as she kept her eyes on the sight before her rather than looking away. The overhead fluorescent lights being reflected by the puddle, the way it spread out over the floor as she added more and more pee to it... there was some sort of thrill to it she didn't quite understand. Her gaze remained locked on her stream even as it slowly began to weaken, and she made sure to lean forward as much as she could on the bench to ensure it all ended up on the floor. Her breaths came quickly, and she wasn't even aware her tail was wagging until she felt it bump against something behind her.

Looking back, she was surprised to see Hannah standing right there, mostly dressed now, just missing her shoes, and it was the husky's leg that her tail had bumped against. Hannah was holding out a pair of tissues to Kyra, and feeling slightly embarrassed, Kyra took them from her with a quiet "Th-thank you."

"You're welcome," Hannah said encouragingly, turning and heading back to her bag to finish putting her shoes on. Kyra quickly wiped her slit dry with the tissues, but when she turned her upper body to look for the trash can, Hannah simply instructed, "Just leave them there, the janitor will clean it all up anyway."

"Oh, er, okay," Kyra conceded, following her friend's lead, dropping the tissues next to the puddle. Scooting back along the bench and away from the mess she had made, she hurried to dress the rest of the way while Hannah waited for her. She couldn't help but keep glancing back over at the puddle, feeling both a little ashamed, but also... proud? There was no way it could be missed with how big it was, since the floor was completely non-absorbent, not to mention the lights reflecting off it. She'd done that, yet nobody would be able to tell it was her, specifically...

As soon as she was dressed and had her bag packed, she hefted it up onto one shoulder. "Shall we?" Hannah asked, and Kyra nodded, heading off with her to go join the rest of their team, already feeling better than she had earlier.
