Awkward silence hung over the changing room as the two otters, one tall, one short, stared at each other; Sammy looking up in wide-eyed shock, while Felicia was fixated on the short naked otter clutching a towel between her legs, cheeks blushing an intense red through her fur. All around her, the floors, benches, and lockers were wet in a way that suggested it was no mere accident. And for Felicia, the first thought that crossed her mind was 'Well, where am -I- going to pee?' before her more rational brain caught up and realized she should try to defuse the situation.

"Um-" she began, but breaking the silence made the short otter burst into panic. Sammy bent over at the waist and almost curled into a ball, pulling her towel over her head to hide her face.

"I'm sorry- it's not what it- okay it is but- there's a reason- I promise- the janitor-" Sammy tried to say several things at once and ended up getting none of them out coherently. She was sure she was going to be in huge trouble. Was this other woman going to call management? The police? The local news? Would she have to make a run for it? Leave town? Leave the country? The only thing keeping her from running in a panic was her mortifying shame for being caught.

Felicia felt bad; she hadn't meant to upset the other otter, and she stepped forward with a look of concern. The smaller otter squeaked and jumped back, pressing flat against the wall behind her, and Felicia's whiskers drooped.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Sammy repeated, clutching the towel against her head. Felicia frowned, wondering how she could help – the other otter was nearly hysterical and seemed unlikely to listen to reason. But maybe she could do something else? Felicia shifted on her feet; she'd deliberately been holding in her own pee, and still felt lingering arousal from the excitement she'd felt coming into the locker room. And given the state of the locker room, the other woman clearly shared Felicia's enthusiasm for peeing in unusual places. So maybe she could get through to her that way...

Standing up, Felicia walked over to the lockers. The bottom halves of them were wet, but the handles had been spared, so Felicia walked along the row of lockers while avoiding the wet spots on the floor at their base, and opened all fifteen of them up. They were all empty, and clean – for now. She took a deep breath, steeling herself; despite her outward confidence, she was incredibly nervous. She'd never peed around anyone else before, except for that one time with Melody. But not only did she both really need and want to go, she wanted to unquestionably show the other otter that she was fine with what had happened.

So, with one hand, she lifted her skirt, carefully keeping her messenger bag on her back. She slipped the fingers of her other hand beneath her panties and tugged them aside, spreading her legs as she stood before the locker. With a few breaths to relax, she started to relieve herself, and let out a loud, exaggerated groan of relief as she did, her urine streaming into the locker and splashing against the back. The sound of it striking the metal echoed loudly, and the fluid ran down the inside of the locker to the bottom of it in a steady flow.

The sound of it snapped Sammy out of her panic, and she pulled the towel down from her head, peeking over the top of it. She stared wide-eyed at the other otter; she was very casually standing there and peeing into the locker right before her! And as she watched, the other woman started to carefully shuffle to the side – not content with marking merely one locker, she was instead pissing with a nearly-clear stream into as many as she could, briefly spraying the open doors as she passed before soaking the insides of the lockers with an echoing metallic sound.

Emotions surged through Sammy; she was surprised at what was happening, to say the least. But more than that, she was intensely relieved that she wasn't in trouble. She'd gotten immensely lucky! This woman not only wasn't upset, she was into the same thing Sammy was! Maybe she'd had a run-in with the janitor as well, or maybe she was just doing it for fun, but it didn't matter.

Felicia continued down the row of lockers, with her back to Sammy, taking heavy breaths as she reveled in the excitement – even though she was trying to put the other woman out of her mind, the fact that she had an audience watching only added the excitement she was getting from pissing all over the lockers. She shuffled a little faster, determined to get all of them, her rudder bouncing with each step she took. More mostly-clear otter urine splashed into the back of the lockers, a little lower than before as she began to lose steam, trickling to a stop inside the penultimate one.

Moving close to the wall, Felicia clenched her muscles to push the last squirts out from her bladder and into the final locker. She reached into her skirt pocket to fish out a tissue she'd put there for this exact purpose, and quickly cleaned herself with it before tossing it into the last locker. Her work done, cheeks flushed from arousal, she put her panties back in place and lowered her skirt before turning around.

It had clearly worked; the short otter was no longer hiding, instead staring at her in wonder and surprise, clutching her towel against her front. Felicia smiled and, happy that things had calmed down, took out her phone to take a picture of the lockers before she started to walk out.

But before she got to the door, she stopped, phone still in her hand. Still intensely aroused, her head full of equally intensely lewd thoughts, she turned and looked back over her shoulder at the other otter, who was still staring speechlessly. On autopilot, Felicia started to speak.

"I'm Felicia. What's your name?"

Sammy squeaked at being addressed, almost pulling the towel back over her face as she trembled. But she glanced at the lockers for a moment before lowering the towel just slightly and answered in a quavering voice, "S-S-Sammy."

Waving her phone for emphasis, Felicia gave another smile. "We should probably get out of here, but I really want to hear the story behind this. Can I have your phone number? I'll take you to my favorite restaurant and we can talk about it over dinner, my treat."

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It was with a good deal of trepidation that Sammy, a week later, accepted Felicia's sudden invitation over the phone to meet her for dinner at a nearby seafood restaurant. The whole situation had seemed so surreal to her, and she hadn't told any of her friends about it, instead only warning them away from the gym and its creepy janitor. She'd tried to put it out of her mind, but when Felicia had called her and she heard the other otter's friendly voice, she remembered the whole thing and how comforting it had been to find someone who shared such a taboo interest.

When Sammy got to the restaurant, she saw Felicia in the back at a table in the corner, waving to her and smiling. Though still incredibly nervous, Sammy approached her and took a seat, and Felicia opened up with some small talk to help ease the short otter's nerves. Sammy found it incredibly easy to open up to her, and told her about her job search, her hobbies, and what things on the menu sounded good to her, while learning things about Felicia as well.

Once their food had arrived, Felicia waited until the waitress had gotten out of earshot before she leaned slightly over the table. "So," she began, "would you like to talk about what you were doing before we met?"

Sammy immediately froze up, hands gripping the edge of the table. She looked around, but the restaurant was quiet, with the adjacent tables empty. Turning her gaze back to Felicia, she saw that reassuring smile again as the taller otter took a French fry and dipped it into her tartar sauce, a contrast to the topic of conversation. Sammy couldn't help but relax a little, and leaned back in her chair.

"Well, you see, it's like..." Sammy began, stalling with filler, but Felicia shook her head and made her fall quiet.

"Just relax, okay? I'm not judging." Felicia said, keeping her voice low. "I'm really interested to hear about it. You're the first person I've met who shares this interest with me."

Sammy looked down at her food, absently poking at it with a fork. "Okay... okay." she began, taking a deep breath. She told Felicia the story about the gym; how she'd just wanted to try it out, how the janitor had creeped her out so much that she'd decided to leave, and (in a hushed voice) how she had ended up pissing all over the locker room to get revenge. All the while, Felicia listened patiently, nodding and smiling as she ate.

"...and then, uhm, well, you came in." Sammy finished.

"I had no idea, myself." Felicia said in response.

"Wait..." Sammy thought that one over. "...then why were you in there? You said you were going in there to... you know..."

It was Felicia's turn to blush, but she managed to flash a grin. "Yep. I just do it for fun. I didn't understand it the first couple times, but it's exciting. Eventually I learned to embrace it and have my fun when I can."

Felicia's wording didn't escape Sammy's attention. "What do you mean, 'the first couple times'? How many times have you done this?"

With a quiet giggle, Felicia sat back and smiled. "Well, I told you about my job. One day I got stuck in traffic, and I really had to pee." She speared a piece of fish on her fork casually as she kept talking. "I still had a soda cup from lunch, so I put it on the floor and tried to pee in it. It was really hard to relax, knowing there were people in all the cars around me. And it mostly worked... I ended up overflowing the cup a little bit. Fortunately I had some extra napkins with me to clean up. That was... about a year ago, give or take."

Sammy stared wide-eyed as Felicia took a bite of her fish. Felicia had recounted her story with confidence, and hearing how much trouble she'd once had – just like how Sammy had been pushed to breaking at the Black Friday sale – in contrast to her current self was inspiring. Sammy was still trying to figure out this taboo interest of hers, but here was someone who had already done it.

"...but what about you?" Felicia said after swallowing her food. "You said you wanted to get revenge, but the way you said it... it wasn't your first time either, was it?"

Sammy bit her lip for a moment. "No," she answered after a pause, "There've been... other times."

"Well, don't be shy!" Felicia encouraged with a grin. "Tell me all about it."

And Sammy did, though it took a bit of prodding from the other otter every time she trailed off or got nervous. She went backwards, starting with how she'd lost her job and pissed in the elevator; how she'd run into her ex and let out her frustrations inside his car; the staff at the upscale store and her pee in the changing room; and the one that had started it all on Black Friday in the women's bathrooms.

When she finished, Sammy felt like a weight had been taken off her chest. She felt so much better for confiding in someone, for telling the stories she hadn't even told her friends. Or rather, her -other- friends; she already felt that she could trust Felicia and was glad she had met her.

And in return, Felicia shared her own stories, starting with her other adventures with Carport vehicles, including a proud recollection of her marking the inside of the wrecked car that was going to be crushed. She mentioned the fun she had at home – she didn't make any messes at home, but many bottles got re-used for the purpose, and her shower and sinks were fair game. She recalled her trip to the airport in the expensive car and her escapades in the hotel. Finally, she talked about a trip she'd taken recently to an amusement park.

By the end of it all, Sammy's nervousness and fear was gone, replaced with excitement, curiosity, and awe. "No way!" she squeaked out at Felicia's last story, putting her hands to her mouth a moment later and lowering her voice. "You really did it mid-ride?"

Felicia grinned widely, unable to keep her rudder still. "Finished right before the big drop with the water splash. I got completely soaked, and so did the seat and the floor. Everything got washed away."

By now, their plates were long since empty, and the check had been delivered and paid. Sammy had taken out her wallet at first, but Felicia had stopped her and insisted that she cover it for them both. But it was getting late, and after another giggle from Felicia at the fun memory, she sighed and took out her phone to glance at the screen. "I should be heading home, but I had a lot of fun." she said as she put the phone back in her pocket. "I hope we can meet up again. And that you'll have some new stories for me next time!"

Sammy nodded enthusiastically as she took her purse and got out from her chair. "Me too." she said, and then pointed towards the bathrooms with a quick "I'll just be a minute." She'd been squirming in her seat with the need to pee for the last ten minutes, so she scurried off to the restrooms quickly and pushed the door open, entering a deserted tiled room. She was halfway to one of the stalls when she suddenly heard a voice from behind her.

"What are you doing?" Felicia asked. Sammy turned around and saw that her new friend had come in right behind her. The smaller otter was confused; wasn't it obvious? But as Felicia's real meaning dawned on Sammy, her cheeks flushed and she wrung her hands nervously, scuffing one foot on the floor.

"Well, I... this place is nice. I really liked it, and I want to come back again. Why would I make a mess here?"

Felicia stepped closer with a smile. "Sammy, it doesn't always have to be about revenge." she said cheerily, "You can do it just for fun!" Deciding to lead by example, Felicia walked past Sammy, and the sinks, to a bare section of wall opposite one of the stalls. Pinning her purse to her side with her elbow, she lifted her skirt with one hand and tugged her panties aside with the other, legs slightly spread. If it had been the men's room, she would have looked like she was using the urinal – except it wasn't, so when she started pissing, her stream splashed directly onto the wall and ran down the tiles towards the floor.

Sammy's nervousness was slightly alleviated by Felicia's presence and by her taking the lead, but she was still uncertain. What if someone came in? She felt self-conscious too; she'd never peed around anyone else before, not even her ex, since she hadn't gotten into peeing away from toilets until well after they'd broken up. But with another glance up at Felicia, whose gaze was aimed downwards to watch her stream as it splashed on the wall, her hips wiggling to move it back and forth, Sammy drew a breath and psyched herself up. She could do this!

She went back to the door and pressed her back against it – that would address the problem of someone else walking in, giving her a few seconds to cover up or hide in a stall if that happened. Reaching under her skirt, she pushed her panties down to her knees, and then she squatted down, spreading her lower legs apart. Her knees held her skirt up and out of the way for her, while her hand reached up and gripped the handle of the door to support herself. This was it – she was exposed now, and Felicia could see her at any moment if she looked over. But Felicia was still pissing against the wall, stepping back slightly as her puddle spread out from the base of it, letting Sammy see the stream of pale otter urine gushing out in an arc, splashing on the tiles.

"Just relax," Felicia told her reassuringly, "Let it all out."

Sammy nodded, taking deep breaths. It helped that she needed to pee quite badly; she'd drunk a lot of water during dinner. But she'd forgotten something – as she managed to relax enough to start pissing, she abruptly remembered that, unlike Felicia, she didn't pee with a stream, but a spray. A spray that had just started to splash heavily all over the floor in front of her.

She felt incredibly self-conscious about the noise and the mess her spray made compared to Felicia's stream, but the other otter glanced over for a moment and didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to like it and commented, "Wow, that's a big spray! No wonder you soaked that locker room so well."

Sammy's cheeks flushed bright red under her fur; she wasn't expecting to be praised for messy and noisy spray, but Felicia's approval helped her to relax and feel less embarrassed about it. "Uh... y-yeah!" Sammy blurted out, trying to get into the moment, speaking over the sound of her numerous piss droplets pattering across the floor in front of her and forming a huge puddle. "It's, uhm, it's really..."

She watched the puddle spreading, but felt guilty; she was making a huge mess that someone was going to have to clean up, and while she couldn't deny that it felt good and exciting, she wasn't doing it to get back at someone like the previous times. Awkwardly reaching up towards the paper towel dispenser near the door, she swiped awkwardly at the bottom of the hanging paper, making her body wiggle and sending otter pee all over the floor in new directions, the sight of which made Felicia giggle. Sammy finally grabbed onto the bottom of the paper towel roll and tugged on it, pulling a long strip of the brown paper out, clumsily tearing it off and tossing it into the huge puddle in front of her.

Not that it helped much – the thin paper towels were no match for the quantity of otter piss already on the floor, let alone what continued gushing from her urethra, and were completely saturated within moments. Grabbing and tossing another strip, and then another, Sammy quickly realized the futility of it as her piss rained onto what was now a thoroughly soaked and mushy pile of paper towels, making a wet pattering sound instead of the light splashing it had been from just the puddle on the tile.

Felicia's stream trickled off, and she turned around, walking away from the wall where her pee was still running down it towards the floor without pulling her panties back up. A large puddle had formed along the floor where it met the wall, running along the sides. Sammy watched as Felicia opened the nearest stall door and reached inside, grabbing some toilet paper. Before she wiped, she pushed her hips forward, letting out a final splash of piss onto the floor, and only then did she dry herself with the toilet paper before tossing it into the stall where Sammy couldn't see.

Sammy's own spray waned as Felicia looked back at her, and the huge mess on the floor. "What's with the paper towels?" she asked, reaching back into the stall to grab some more toilet paper.

Sammy clenched her muscles to force out the last of her pee, and quickly stood back up, taking the proffered toilet paper from Felicia who was carefully stepping around the puddle. "I felt bad, I wanted to try and contain it a bit, but..."

"I think you might have made it worse." Felicia said as she stepped back. "On a tiled floor like this, it would be just a few seconds to clean up." Seeing Sammy's whiskers droop, she quickly smiled and added, "But it's okay! You're learning, and we'll have more fun next time."

Cheeks blushing as she realized that Felicia wanted to do this again, Sammy quickly wiped herself clean and, after a brief moment of hesitation, tossed the wet paper into the mess on the floor. "I'll, uhm, add some more to the tip." she said as she quickly pulled up her panties and opened the door to head back to her seat.

Felicia watched as the opening door caught the edge of the pile of wet paper towels and tugged it across the floor, spreading the otter's urine across the tiles. Carefully stepping past the wet parts of the floor, she walked out and let the door close behind her, leaving the mess behind.

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Felicia and Sammy kept in touch, exchanging messages that were an unusual mix of general small talk, Sammy talking about her job hunt, Felicia sending pictures and videos of the places she found to pee, and both of them talking about their hobbies and interests. Felicia also served as an additional comforting voice to Sammy's friends when Sammy's car broke down and had to get taken in for repairs – she had plenty of offers to get driven to where she needed to go, thankfully.

The day after that, Sammy was finishing up breakfast when she got a message from Felicia. 'Want to come see a movie with me?' she asked, with a little heart emoji. 'I can come pick you up, I have today off.'

Sammy picked her phone up from the kitchen table and tapped out a reply. 'I'd love to! Let me check the listings.' With the exchange of a few messages, they picked out a movie, and arranged a time for Felicia to come and pick up Sammy, who felt a lot better knowing she wasn't going to just be spending the day sitting around the apartment unable to go anywhere.

Felicia arrived on time and took Sammy to the movie theater, chatting with her along the way about an audiobook she'd been listening to during work. While the theater wasn't anywhere close to being deserted, it wasn't packed either, with it being the middle of the week. Felicia bought tickets to a pair of adjacent seats, and they both stopped by the concessions for popcorn and large drinks before heading into the theater.

Their seats were about three-quarters of the way to the back – while the rows closer to the front were fairly tightly packed, they had the whole row to themselves, and made their way to the middle. They chatted a bit while people continued to trickle in, and during the excessively long parade of trailers for other movies that preceded the one they'd actually come to see.

Sammy lost herself in the rom-com that Felicia had picked out, eyes fixed on the screen as she watched in silence broken only by occasional snacking on her popcorn and soda. She was surprised at how well the characters gripped her and the unexpectedly intriguing story going on behind the jokes, enough that she was glued to her seat even when she started feeling the effects of her earlier drinks in her belly. It didn't help that it was a surprisingly long movie for the genre too; by the time she started shifting and squirming in her seat, crossing her legs, she'd gone through the entire soda and the box of popcorn.

Sammy squeaked quietly and jumped a little when she felt Felicia tap her on the shoulder, taken by surprise with how enraptured she was in the movie. "Are you all right?" Felicia asked quietly, having waited for a transition scene to speak.

"I'm fine," Sammy whispered back, returning her gaze to the screen, squeezing her legs together a little more. "Just... need to pee. I can hold it. I don't want to miss anything!"

"Just go here." Felicia replied matter-of-factly. "You've got an empty cup."

The shorter otter shook her head back and forth. "I want a free refill on the way out," she explained, "and I don't want to make any noise or someone might hear us." She reached over the empty seat in front of her just enough to point down at the group a few rows down that were currently fixed on the screen.

They both fell silent for a short time during the next scene, but at the next transitionary shot, Felicia leaned over to whisper to Sammy, "There's no-one behind us. Just go down a bit and pee on one of the seats."

Sammy's cheeks flushed as she considered it; the relief would be welcome, and it would definitely be quieter. But she shook her head again, fidgeting in her seat as she pressed her legs close once more. "I'll hold it," she repeated quietly, "I don't... feel comfortable peeing around strangers."

Felicia leaned back in her chair and went silent again so they could watch the next little scene. While Sammy was glad that she hadn't gotten up and missed any of it, she also wished she could focus on it fully instead of getting distracted by her bladder's needful pangs every so often.

During the next fade-out, Felicia stood up as laughter from the previous punchline ran through the theater, and walked past Sammy so that she couldn't escape the short otter's notice, clutching a paper napkin in one hand. Eyes following her, Sammy watched as Felicia walked to the end of the row and reached under her skirt, her hand coming back down with her panties a moment later as she slid them down to her knees.

As Sammy blushed deeply, turning her head to look back at the movie, Felicia reached back with one hand to push down the seat until it was almost but not quite horizontal. She managed to wedge the edge of the seat just behind her knees, allowing her back to rest on the back of the seat while keeping her bared loins hovering a few inches above the fabric.

Still watching the movie, Felicia relaxed her body, and within a few moments a stream of her urine was flowing out from her urethra and onto the fabric seat below. The distance between her pussy and the seat was so small that it made barely any sound – but it was enough that Sammy could hear it during the quiet parts of the movie, making her cross her legs and squirm in her seat.

With her skirt hiding her deed from any possible view, Felicia continued to relieve herself onto the seat, the fabric cushion soaking up the fluid readily. She let out a soft, pleased hum that Sammy could just barely hear, her stream going steady and strong, the background noise of it changing from a gentle patter to a wet but quiet splash as the seat became saturated with otter piss. As it started to trickle off the noise faded in pitch and intensity, returning briefly when Felicia tensed her body to push out the last couple of squirts of pee. She let out a long, satisfied exhale that Sammy could hear, and without taking her eyes off the screen, she reached under her skirt and wiped herself with the napkin.

Dropping the napkin onto the seat, she slowly stood up, pulling her panties back upward subtly as the seat automatically rose back into its upright position. She then walked back past Sammy, who was biting her lip and squirming, unable to concentrate on the movie. "There, I feel much better now." Felicia whispered to Sammy as she got back in her seat, putting her arms on the armrests and leaning back.

Sammy's whiskers twitched as she wriggled in her seat, and managed to focus on the movie enough to infer what she had missed. She could hold it, sure... probably... but did she really want to? Felicia hadn't had any problems, and there was still nobody around. And with one seat already soaked, what was another? They probably cleaned up soda spills all the time. It wouldn't be a big deal. It-

She bit her lip and crossed her legs together once more. Even if she did hold it, she'd be miserable, and she wanted to enjoy the rest of the movie. As soon as the movie went to another transition scene, she put down her empty popcorn box and slid it under the seat out of the way, glancing around furtively. But her fears were unfounded – her row was still empty, there was nobody behind them, and everyone's eyes were forward... even if she could swear she saw a smirk on Felicia's face.

The short otter stood up partway, hunching as she quickly scurried to the end of the row. She took the third seat from the end, leaving a one-seat gap between her and the seat Felicia had used, and pulled it down to a horizontal position, trying to mimic what she had only partially seen Felicia doing. With her eyes towards the movie playing on the screen so as to not look suspicious, she used her other hand to pull down her panties to her knees, sticking her butt over the chair as she squatted above it with her hand on the very corner to hold it down.

She tried to relax, and was surprised at how quickly she started to pee, feeling a wave of relief wash over her as her full bladder began to empty onto the seat below. A quiet squeak escaped her from hearing how loud her stream was, even accounting for the fact that she was a lot closer to it than she had been to Felicia. Although her messy spray pattered a lot more quietly as the individual droplets struck the fabric below, the hissing of her pee exiting her urethra was louder, partly from the force and partly from it being a spray. Since she was hovering her rump over the seat as she peed, she was a little unsteady as well, making her spray wobble around a bit and spread further across the seat.

Sammy was sure she was going to be caught – but with another glance around, she only saw Felicia giving her a wink and a thumbs-up. With no sign of anyone noticing, Sammy simply relaxed and let it happen. Her piss gushed out onto the seat and soaked it even more thoroughly than Felicia had done to hers, and she bit her lip to suppress a groan of relief from escaping her and cluing anyone in to what was going on. The relief felt wonderful, and the fact that anyone in the theater could turn around and see her at any time made her heart hammer in her chest – it was a thrilling feeling, getting away with something so daring, and it made her begin to understand what Felicia found so fun about peeing in unusual places.

She managed to return her attention to the movie, and was briefly surprised when the steady feeling of urine pouring from her waned and trickled off, taking just two clenches of her muscles to push out the rest. A little sigh of relief escaped the short otter, and she felt content until she realized she had left her napkin back at her seat. Rummaging in her skirt pocket, she pulled out a tissue and reached between her legs to wipe her slit, dropping the tissue onto the seat.

Hurriedly, she stood back up into her low crouch, pulled her panties back up, and returned to her seat. Once she sat down, she felt a second feeling of relief, this one mental rather than physical – she'd gotten away with it! It had been such a thrill, so daring, and nobody had noticed. It felt incredibly satisfying.

The two of them enjoyed the rest of the movie, laughing at the remaining jokes and enjoying the resolution to the protagonists' romance story. When the credits began to roll and the lights came on, Felicia stood up and subtly tugged on Sammy's arm to lead her in the opposite direction to the wet seats, making sure they left with their trash quickly.

Together, they got out of the theater before anyone else, tossing their empty popcorn boxes and soda cups. "That was great, thank you." Sammy said to Felicia once they had left.

"You're very welcome." Felicia said warmly, walking towards the main lobby. Along the way, they passed the restrooms, almost completely obscured by the long lines outside of them. Felicia shook her head and smiled as she walked onward. "Good thing we thought ahead, huh? Can you imagine having to wait in that?"

Sammy blushed deeply at the reminder of what she had done in the theater, but nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, for sure. I don't know if I would have been able to hold it all the way through that line."

Leaving the building together, Felicia rummaged in her purse for her car keys. As they approached the car, Sammy took a breath and spoke up. "Uhm... Felicia?"

"Hm?"

Sammy bit her lip, then gathered her courage and spoke up. "Thank you." she said simply, and then added, "For, uh, helping me to... you know. It was way more convenient than waiting in that line, and..."

Felicia smiled. "And?" she prompted.

"And... I, uh, I really liked it." Sammy admitted, her voice trailing off towards the end as she glanced away. "It was... exciting."

Felicia responded with a wider grin towards her friend. "Then we'll have to do it again, won't we?"

Sammy gulped, but almost immediately nodded. "Yes... yes, we will!"

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'I got an interview!!!' Sammy tapped out excitedly on her phone to Felicia, sitting on her bed. It was a few days after their trip to the theater, and she had just gotten off a call that had woken her up from her attempt to sleep in. She'd done her best to not sound like she'd been woken up, and had arranged a time for the next day.

After a little while, a notification popped up as Felicia responded with 'That's great!' and a heart.

Sammy switched back to her messenger app to reply with a concern she'd thought of: 'My car is still being fixed. Where's the nearest Carport? It's a long interview and I'll need a car for the day.'

A reply from Felicia was waiting for her when she finished getting dressed. 'I can pick you up on the way to and from work.' Another heart separated that sentence and the following one, 'No need to pay for a day rental that's just going to sit in a parking lot. One-off rentals are expensive, it's only worth it if you have a membership with us.'

'Thank you so much!' Sammy typed back, excited. She passed along the address and confirmed the times with Felicia to make sure it would be okay, and was grateful when Felicia agreed to pick her up and drop her off.

The next morning, Felicia pulled up in her own car outside of Sammy's place. As Sammy climbed in the passenger's side, Felicia giggled; the shorter otter was dressed up in her best outfit for the interview, with a button-up blouse, a tie, and a long skirt, tightly clutching her purse and a briefcase. "Well, look at you," Felicia remarked, "you look very sharp in that outfit."

"Th-thank you." Sammy stammered nervously as she closed the door and buckled herself in.

Felicia checked her mirrors to make sure nobody was coming and then pulled out. "You're going to do great," she said reassuringly, "but good luck anyway!"

She took Sammy downtown, stopping in for coffee for the both of them at a drive-through along the way, and ultimately pulled up outside an office building about eight floors high to drop off Sammy. After giving her a final wishing of good luck, she drove off to head to work.

Sammy took a deep breath and headed inside. The day passed in a blur; a whirlwind of introductions, being shown around the offices, more coffee, and a lot of one-on-one meetings with people who wanted to see the portfolio she'd brought along of her work. One team after another each took their turn to see where she'd be the best fit, with only a break for lunch in the middle where she got taken to a nearby restaurant and treated by the middle-manager she'd be working under.

Before she knew it, it was the end of the day, and with a final set of farewells she headed back to the lobby of the building and took out her phone to let Felicia know she was ready to be picked up.

'Sorry, late. Be there soon though.' Felicia replied after a few minutes of delay in an obviously hurried message, with a heart appended onto the end. Sammy passed the time on her phone letting her other friends know about the interview, until she saw an 'I'm here!' notification pop up at the top of her screen.

Heading outside, Sammy looked around in confusion; she couldn't see Felicia's car anywhere. But then she saw Felicia leaning out the open window of an unfamiliar red hatchback and waving to her, and Sammy quickly walked over to get in.

"Sorry about this," Felicia explained as Sammy got in and buckled up, "This is my last delivery for the day, I just need to take it back to the office where my car is."

"That's fine." Sammy replied. "It's no trouble, really."

"So, how'd it go?" Felicia asked excitedly, changing the topic. During the drive, Sammy told her all about it, happy and excited. Felicia shared in her enthusiasm, and was optimistic about her chances of getting hired, promising to take her out to dinner at her favorite restaurant again if she got an offer.

Soon, Felicia was pulling into the Carport lot, slowing down as she looked for an empty spot. The lights for the building were off, and Sammy frowned as she noticed. "Is the building closed?"

Felicia glanced at the clock on the dashboard. "At this time, yeah. This is an office and garage, it's not open 24/7 like the rental centers are. Why?"

"Um." Sammy squirmed a little. "Well, they kept giving me free coffee during the interview, and... I really need to pee." Admitting it out loud was getting a little easier around Felicia the more she did it, but she still felt a bit embarrassed to talk about something intimate.

Felicia giggled a little as she slowed to a stop in a parking space. "You know, this reminds me of when I once showed up after hours needing to pee, too." She tugged the keys from the ignition and opened the car door to get out.

Sammy knew Felicia well enough to know where this story was going. "So... what did you do?" she inquired, giving a little grin despite her blush, getting out and following her.

Felicia headed to the back door, where there was a slot for her to put the keys into. "I went back to the car, of course," she said in a teasing tone, "I went into the back just behind the rear window and peed alllllllllll over it."

It was Sammy's turn to give a little giggle, cheeks flushed. Her body reminded her of her need with a little twinge in her abdomen, and she glanced over at Felicia. "Um... so... could you let me into the building so I can use the bathroom, maybe?"

The taller otter shook her head, taking her keycard from her pocket. "Sorry, but my keycard doesn't work after hours. That's why I had to go pee in the car that one time." To prove her point, she swiped the card, making the panel beep angrily and flash a little red light.

"Oh..." Sammy's whiskers drooped. "That's okay, I think I can hold it..."

"There's no need." Felicia said cheerfully, beckoning for Sammy to follow. "I know where we can find a car to use."

Sammy's eyes widened as she followed along once again, awkwardly clutching her purse and her briefcase. "W-Wait, what? We're not going to use your car, are we?"

"Not MY car, no. And if you ever make a puddle in my car, you're scrubbing the whole thing top to bottom." Felicia warned, shooting a glance back at Sammy. Pointing ahead to the garage, she continued, "My car is in here, but so are lots of the other rental cars. It's open for after-hours staff returns... and all the cars are unlocked so the cleaners and inspectors can get in."

"Oh. Ohhh!" Sammy replied in understanding. "...are you sure we won't get in trouble?"

"Nobody else is around, and there'll be plenty of time for it to dry out. I've done this before, remember!" Felicia said with a grin. "How about..."

She cast a look around the vehicles in the garage, each one bearing a large blue-and-white Carport sticker on the windshield. Her eyes settled on a dark red van, and she bounded over to it with excitement. "Oh, this one! Vans hardly get taken out, nobody's going to notice." She looked over at Sammy, and saw her shifting from foot to foot with need. Felicia grinned and opened the sliding door, pulling it back and waving one hand towards the open door like a showroom girl. "You first." she said playfully, grinning deviously and perking up her whiskers.

Sammy felt a little nervous, but handed Felicia her briefcase and climbed on inside anyway. The interior of the van was pristine, and even had a light scent of lemon, probably from the last time it was cleaned. It was only a 5-seater, with plenty of empty space at the back for storage. Both for the space and the extra privacy, Sammy climbed over the seats into the back. Even as short as she was, she still couldn't stand inside the van, but she got an idea, and held onto the top of the rear seats as she crouched down behind them.

Reaching behind her, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties and worked them down her legs and over her knees, all the way down to her ankles. She then rose her hips up a bit, still mostly crouching, and held onto the seat with both hands to keep herself steady. Closing her eyes, she took a few deep breaths, in, out, in, out...

She groaned out softly as she felt herself starting to pee, though a moment later she opened her eyes as she heard the pattering sound of her spray on the upholstery. Her cheeks flushed deeply; she'd always been embarrassed of how messily and noisily she peed, and the near-silence inside the van wasn't helping with that. She lowered her hips a bit, but it just meant that her spray was focused on a smaller area, and soon it was splashing loudly where the fabric was soaked through and a puddle had formed.

Worry ran through her in reflex, but she consciously realized there was no need for it. Someone might hear... but the only someone who would hear would be Felicia, who wouldn't mind. And so what if it was messy? Making a mess was the whole point.

Biting her lip gently, Sammy gathered her courage, and lifted her hips. She heard her spray hitting the less-drenched parts of the upholstery, pattering on it once more. Having taken the first step, she closed her eyes, and stood until her legs were straight, her upper body resting on the back of the seats as she remained bent at the waist. She let herself go, just enjoying the release, and the thrill of doing it somewhere naughty, letting her pee spray behind her. She listened to the sound of it as it struck the plastic inside of the rear door, and hammered on the bottom of the glass. With a quiet giggle, she opened her eyes and looked back over her shoulder as she started to swish her hips back and forth behind her, sending droplets of piss all over the rear door of the van. Her urine showered all over it and dripped down towards the floor, and for a brief moment she actively pushed it out harder, making an even bigger mess as her spray rose higher and hit the glass, thumping on it with a sound that she found enjoyable. She could feel her inner thighs getting a little wet, but she didn't care – it just felt too good. Giving in entirely, she let out a little moan as she sprayed the rest of her piss around the back of the van, feeling disappointed when she ran out and her spray quickly waned, forcing her to squat down again to avoid dripping any on herself.

Sammy was left panting as she fumbled for her purse for a tissue and clean herself, grabbing a couple of extras to dry her thighs. Was this how Felicia felt? No wonder she was into it so much! She felt like she was really beginning to understand her friend. Dropping the tissue behind, she pulled her panties back up and climbed back over the seats to leave, taking her briefcase back from Felicia; even though her cheeks were still bright red, Sammy managed to make eye contact with her as she did.

"All done." Sammy said, riding the adrenaline rushing through her from the thrill she had just gotten. "Your turn now."

Felicia looked a little surprised at Sammy's demeanor, but didn't question it; instead she simply grinned and headed on into the van. Moments later, Sammy heard her gasp and say "Oh wow, Sammy! You made such a big mess!" in a praising voice. Her blush intensified to a dark red as Felicia continued, "I wish I could spray like you, you soaked everything back here! I need to take a picture!"

"Er... okay...?" Sammy stuttered out in embarrassment. Curious, she peeked around the corner into the van, and saw Felicia kneeling on and leaning over the seats with her phone out, pointing it around the interior, her other hand stuffing her panties into her purse. Then, once satisfied, Felicia turned around and squatted low on the seats, grabbing her skirt and tucking the front of it into its own waistband to keep it out of the way.

Spreading her legs out wide with her feet on the seats, Felicia leaned back on the seats and put her left arm out to hold herself steady, with her right hand holding her phone to point the camera down. Pushing her hips forward, she let out a sigh as a steady stream of piss gushed from her slit and in a downward arc, landing on the floor between the front and back seats. Endeavoring to try and match the mess that Sammy had made, Felicia began to swish her hips back and forth, leaving a long line of darkened fabric in the floor of the van's upholstery. Rocking her hips back and forth, she sprayed and splashed droplets of pee onto the back of the driver's and passenger's seats, and sent some of it flying between them to land on the plastic section between and near the gear stick.

But while her stream soaked where it hit more thoroughly, it didn't cover nearly as big an area as Sammy's spray. The best Felicia could do was to piss heavily onto the backs of the seats, letting the excess urine run down them in rivers towards the bottom where it dripped onto the floor, and to aim back and forth at the floor itself to try and hit areas she hadn't already soaked. The camera on the phone in her hand captured every moment, and Felicia pushed her hips out further as she ran out of pee and forced out the last few squirts onto the very edge of the seat she was squatting over.

Once finished, she turned off her phone and stuffed it into her purse, rummaging for a tissue. She wiped up the last droplets from her slit and tossed the tissue aside – though she was wet from more than just her urine, and if not for Sammy being there waiting for her, she would have stopped to masturbate. Instead, she pushed those thoughts aside and climbed out, closing the door behind her.

"There, that was fun, wasn't it?" she said as she started heading off, waving for Sammy to follow. "My car is on the level above this one."

"It was!" Sammy admitted, feeling both embarrassed to say it aloud, but relieved to openly say so. "Thank you."

Felicia chuckled, though her comment was cut off prematurely as she felt a breeze under her skirt and realized she had forgotten to put her panties back on. Hopefully Sammy wouldn't notice...

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The next couple of weeks passed in a blur for Sammy – on Monday, she had been woken up once again by another phone call, but once the mildly familiar voice on the other end identified itself and told her she was getting a job offer, she all but leapt out of bed to find something to write down all the details on.

Her friends congratulated her, and she ended up getting taken out to dinner on separate nights by her friends, first by Veronica, Nina and Lydia, and then a night later by Felicia. Sammy made sure to get all of her work clothes cleaned and ironed, but while most of her preparations went fine, her car still wasn't ready – the shop had to order a part, and it was taking time to arrive.

Fortunately for her, Felicia continued to volunteer to take her to and from work, since it wasn't far from the Carport office. While Felicia's schedule was unpredictable, it did mean that Sammy didn't have to take a taxi, and she didn't mind waiting; she could wait in the building's lobby until Felicia arrived. It was nice to be able to chat for a bit on the way home as well and tell her about how her new job was going.

On Friday, however, it was Sammy's turn to send Felicia a text letting her know she would be late – her new coworkers had invited her to a happy hour so she could talk to them a little more informally. Felicia responded that she was being held up by traffic anyway, so it wasn't a problem.

At the end of the happy hour, Sammy's boss stopped her for a few minutes to check in and ask how her first week had been, so by the time she got back to her desk and gathered her things, she ended up being the last one out of the building, the doors locking automatically behind her as she came down the stairwell and into the lobby area. Felicia was already there, sitting on one of the side benches by herself; even the receptionist had gone home for the weekend.

Sammy waved to Felicia as she looked up from her phone, and Felicia smiled and waved back. "Hi, Sammy!" she said cheerfully, "How'd it go?"

"Great!" Sammy replied, "Sorry to make you wait."

"Oh, it was no problem." Felicia said as she put her phone in her pocket and stood up. "Ready to leave?"

"Not yet," Sammy said, shaking her head. "I just need a minute, there were a lot of drinks and I need to go pee. I won't be long."

Sammy headed off down the corridor towards the toilets on the ground floor, but the door didn't budge when she pushed it. Frowning, she pushed again, and even tried the men's room door, but they were both locked – the whole building was closed up for the weekend.

"Well, we can go outside." Felicia suggested offhandedly, concealing her smirk but not the slow wag of her rudder. "I'm sure we can find somewhere to pee behind the building."

Sammy made a concerned sound and shook her head. "Someone might see us from one of the other buildings."

Felicia looked around in thought at the surrounding area; there were trashcans in the lobby area, so those might work. Or perhaps one of the potted plants...?

"Maybe-" she began, looking over to Sammy, but immediately stopped – Sammy was walking over to the drinking fountains that were next to the bathrooms, looking them over with a glint in her eye and a smirk on her lips. One of them was much lower than the other for accessibility, and that was the one Sammy was heading for, standing next to it to check its height against her own.

Wordlessly, Sammy tugged her skirt upward with one hand so that she could pull her panties downward to just above her knees with the other. Holding her skirt out of the way with both hands, the short otter backed up to the fountain and pushed her rump over it, her slit hovering a couple of inches above the stainless steel basin.

As Felicia watched in mild shock from seeing Sammy take the initiative, her friend took a deep breath and then let it out as a long, slow exhale. While it was faint, the unmistakable sound of water hitting the smooth metal surface reached Felicia's ears as Sammy unleashed her bladder into the drinking fountain, her spray pattering on it quietly as the fluid ran down into the drain.

Felicia's astonishment quickly faded as she grinned and stepped over towards Sammy. "Mind if I join you?" she asked with a low giggle, not waiting for an answer before hiking up her skirt in the front and lowering her panties as well. Taking the other, higher fountain, she stood facing it with her legs pressed right up against the side, her slit clearing the edge by just over an inch. The hand that wasn't holding her skirt spread apart her pussylips, and after a few moments of relaxing, her stream gushed from the top of her slit and into the fountain, striking the far side of the basin and flowing downward.

Sammy glanced over, and though she was still blushing brightly from what she was doing, she was smiling happily, whiskers perked up, basking in both the sensation of relief and the thrill of the act. Pushing slightly harder with her muscles, her spray of pee hammered on the stainless steel a little louder, making Felicia respond in kind as she clenched and pissed harder, making her stream ring off of the fountain basin. Both of them giggled as they relaxed and returned to their normal flows, going quiet as the only audible noise in the corridor was the sound of their urine pouring into the fountains.

Both of them had been quite full, since Felicia had been saving her pee for the Carport garage, so they continued relieving themselves for many more seconds. After a few more moments, Felicia heard Sammy speak up. "Thank you," she said timidly.

Felicia looked over and flashed her a grin in response, wiggling her hips to send the stream of her pale yellow pee from side to side a little. "Don't mention it," she replied nonchalantly, "It's fun having someone to do this with!"

Sammy nodded enthusiastically, leaning a little further forward to send her spray further back into the fountain. "It is." she agreed. With a final sigh, she let the last of her pee spray into the fountain and forced out the rest with a clench of her muscles, standing back up. As she did, Felicia's stream shrank until it was dribbling onto the near side of the basin, and she pushed out a final couple of squirts before stepping back.

"Have you got anything to wipe with?" Felicia asked, "I left my purse in the car."

Sammy rummaged in her purse, but came up empty – she'd used the last of her tissues earlier that day. "Sorry, I'm all out." she replied, and started to glance around. Her eyes settled on one of the potted plants in the lobby; she wasn't sure if they were real or fake, but it didn't much matter.

With Sammy in the lead and Felicia following, both of them shuffled into the lobby area with their panties still around their knees. Sammy tugged one of the plant leaves off and reached between her legs to wipe off the stray droplets from her spray, as Felicia took a leaf of her own to do the same. Together, they tossed the wet leaves into the bottom of the plant pot and pulled up their panties, before leaving out the front doors of the building, the lock clicking behind them once the doors swung closed.

"My car's over here," Felicia said, pointing to a Carport-marked car on the opposite side of the road. With a giggle, she added, "I guess we can skip going to the 'bathrooms' back at the Carport lot!"
