"Hey, Rocket?" Wolf called out as he shoved his jacket into the locker in front of him.

"Yeah?" the raccoon replied.

"If you ever get me caught in a situation like this again, it'll be the last thing you do."

"Good luck with that," Rocket quipped back nonchalantly, "Bigger and angrier guys than you have tried and failed."

Sighing, Fox began unbuttoning his shirt in front of his own locker. Not that he really disagreed with Wolf's sentiment; a deal gone wrong had led to an assortment of crazy odd jobs and favors just to get back home, and this was another step. To pay for transport back on the last leg of their journey, they'd signed up for a scientific study that paid well because it required the subjects to be pilots. It wasn't until they'd signed the paperwork that they'd learned the nature of the study itself: measuring the bladder capacities of pilots relative to their height for better designing in-flight waste disposal systems of fighter jets and the like.

"How do I get myself into these situations?" Fox grumbled as he unbuckled his pants. To 'avoid interfering with the test results', they would all have to be nude, according to the experiment outline. On the surface it was simple enough, just pee in a container and let the scientists measure it. But they wanted to know the upper limits of what a pilot could hold, which naturally would mean holding it for as long as they possibly could first.

"At least my pants will stay dry," Fox muttered under his breath as he folded them and put them in the locker.

There was only relative silence between the three as they undressed the rest of the way before heading for the door leading to the experiment area. Fox held one hand in front of his crotch for modesty, something the other two were clearly far less concerned about. Rocket was merely nonchalant with his arms at his sides, while Wolf, wearing his eyepatch and nothing else, had his chest puffed out as he walked, neither one caring about having their sheaths and balls on display.

"What's the matter, foxy?" Wolf teased as Fox pushed open the door with his free hand. "Are you feeling intimidated by being around a bigger and stronger man?"

Fox rolled his eyes and didn't take the bait. The experiment area was divided into two sections: on the left was a raised and enclosed area, with frosted glass panels, allowing Fox to see some figures moving around inside without being able to make out any details. The area as a whole certainly looked the part of a laboratory, with white linoleum floors, tiled walls, fluorescent lights overhead, and a faint smell of bleach.

Security cameras on the walls of the enclosed area were pointed directly at several flight seats just like the ones he could find in a small fighter ship, complete with all the straps. Each one also had a small, raised table next to it holding a gallon jug of water, and a large glass jar with measuring markings on the side was fixed to the opposite side of each chair and connected to a long, clear tube.

There were a dozen seats in total, but all of them were empty; it seemed like they were the only ones in this group. "Greetings," a voice called out over an intercom system, "Please take the seats closest to the door and strap yourselves in like you would for a flight."

Fox took the third seat along, followed by Wolf behind him, and then Rocket at the end. "Ugh, nobody ever makes chairs small enough for me," Rocket grumbled as he struggled to pull himself up into the raised seat, before stretching an arm out to pull the straps down to fasten them.

"I suppose there's worse things to do than getting paid to sit around doing nothing," Wolf remarked, climbing into his seat between the other two. Both he and Fox pulled the straps into place and fastened them. With Fox using both hands to secure himself into place, Wolf was able to sneak in a glance between Fox's legs and at the white-furred sheath and sack there. "Heh. Not bad," he chuckled; Fox looked over, saw where Wolf was looking, and crossed one leg over the other to try and block Wolf's sight, scowling.

Before either could say anything else, one of the scientists spoke again over the intercom. "Please fasten the collector securely."

"Collector?" Wolf grumbled.

Fox examined the tube that was connected to the measuring jar on his seat, grasping it between a thumb and forefinger and lifting it up. When he found the other end, it was connected to a small, flexible, cylindrical cup made of clear plastic, as well as a long elastic strap, and he held it up to where the cameras could see. "This thing?"

"Yes," the voice said simply.

Fox slipped the cup over his sheath, covering about half of it, and leaned forward to tie the strap behind his back just above the base of his tail. The other two followed suit, though Rocket grumbled again, "I swear, nobody ever considers the needs of smaller folk..."

"Don't worry about it, if Fox can make it fit, you'll have no trouble," Wolf teased as he leaned back in the chair.

Rolling his eyes again, Fox retorted, "Is there something you're insecure about over there, Wolf?"

"Tch! Of course not," Wolf insisted, folding his arms. "I'm not the one trying to hide what I've got from sight!"

"Maybe I just have some modesty," Fox muttered.

"Yeah, or some-"

The intercom crackled to life again. "Attention, please. We've provided you with water to help hasten the conclusion of the test, but please try to hold out as long as you can for the best results. The test will conclude after your complete urination, and in the interests of accuracy, you may use your legs but not your hands to try and help hold it in, since in-flight your hands would be on the controls."

"Yeah, yeah, piss myself for money, I got it," Wolf muttered dismissively, reaching over and grabbing the jug of water on the table next to his seat; with no glass, he simply took the cap off and drank a swig from it directly.

"I mean, kinda, yeah," Rocket agreed, "At least nobody's gonna publish this online or anythin'."

Fox leaned back in his chair with a sigh before also reaching for his water jug. "This has definitely turned into the weirdest mission I've ever been on, if I could even call it that."

"Just think of the memories!" Wolf quipped. "Don't you want to tell all the guys on your crew about all the good times they missed out on?" Chuckling and drinking again, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and continued, "I know Leon's gonna get a kick out of hearing about this. Panther's too uptight but maybe I can at least get a smirk out of him."

Rocket gave a "Heh" and struggled with the gallon jug, eventually pulling it into his lap and using both arms to lift it so he could drink. "If I try to tell MY crew about all this, they're just going to say they'd rather not know."

"I'll be keeping this one off the books," Fox muttered.

"Coward," Wolf taunted.

"Think what you will, Wolf," Fox replied, raising an arm in exasperation. "But who fled the last time we fought?"

"Ejecting from a downed ship is not the same as fleeing!" Wolf snarled. "Don't act so high and mighty, Fox. You're not any different from me!"

Fox turned his head towards Wolf. "We couldn't be any more different!" he protested.

But Wolf merely smirked. "Are we? We're both mercenaries. We get paid to fight for other people, the only thing that's different about us is our clients and targets." Pointing an accusing finger at Fox, he went on, "And don't give me any crap about how you're doing it for justice or whatever – because you and I both know you wouldn't be doing it if you didn't get to submit a big fat invoice to General Pepper every time!"

"I-" Fox began, but closed his mouth, glancing away and distracting himself with another swig of water.

Smirking, Wolf took a drink of his own. "We wouldn't even have to be enemies if our employers weren't at odds with one another all the time. And that's why, out here, away from our teams, having to rely on only our own wits, you and I are stuck in the same boat. We're really not that different." After a moment, he couldn't resist adding, "Except that I'm the handsome one and you're the cute one, but that's just a minor detail."

"Cute?!" Fox shot back, sounding offended.

"Handsome?" Rocket piped up, more skeptically.

Wolf turned his head towards Rocket first, flexing the arm holding the water jug. "Who wouldn't want some of this?" he asked rhetorically, puffing his chest out again, some of his muscles showing up through his fur. "Plus, I told you before, people dig scars."

"It's pretty clear you've been hitting the gym," Fox said, at first sounding like a compliment until he added, "If only you worked on your brain as much as your body."

Turning in his seat towards Fox, Wolf gestured to the still-glaring vulpine. "As I was saying, at the other end of the scale, we have little ol' Foxy here." Setting down the water jug, he clasped both hands together and put on an overly fake sing-song voice as he said, "Lookit' that big fluffy tail of his, and those little whiskers, and his perfectly groomed fur! Isn't he just the most precious little guy you've ever met? Makes you want to pet him silly and brush his fur." Dropping the act, Wolf snarled, "You're the type that guys like me pin up against a wall in the back of a dark club. If I ever get my hands on you..."

"I ain't judging, but this sounds like an awfully specific fantasy," Rocket piped up. "Have you been thinkin' about this for a while?"

"He WAS trying to check me out earlier," Fox agreed. "Is there something you want to open up about, Wolf?"

Wolf blinked and leaned back, taken off guard. "What? I- no, of course not! Certainly not with YOU!" he snapped. Not that the idea of putting Fox in his place so primally was completely unappealing, but...

He shook his head to clear out the thought. "You two are as bad as Leon," he grumbled. "I was merely seeing if there was some reason he felt the need to cover himself up like a kit."

"Common decency," Fox grumbled. "Maybe you've heard of it? Or maybe not."

"More like cowardice. A real man isn't afraid to show what he was gifted with! Shame is a sign of weakness."

"And... you WANT me to be more manly and strong, Wolf?"

Wolf growled in frustration. "No, I want you to know that I will always be your better, Fox. And I will prove it. As a pilot, as a man, as anything, I am better than you!"

Rocket shook his head. "Man, you really do have some issues you need to get over."

Ignoring him, Wolf grabbed his water jug and held it up. "Even at this! I will hold more than you, Fox. You will lose to me in even such a simple competition!"

Fox held one hand to his head in annoyance, but replied, "You know, only because I have absolutely nothing better to be doing, fine. We'll see who can hold more. If anything, maybe it'll shut you up for a while." He took his own water jug and held it up, sarcastically giving a "Cheers" before bringing it to his muzzle and taking a big gulp.

"Hoo boy," Rocket muttered, drinking from his own water jug.

Wolf grinned widely, feeling oddly triumphant, and unsure of exactly why. "I can't wait for the scientific proof that I am your superior, Fox," he taunted gleefully before drinking several gulps down. He'd have much rather had beer, but he'd have to make do.

For a little while an uneasy silence settled over them, the air thick with tension. Wolf's eyes never left Fox, and every time Fox drank, Wolf did the same. This didn't escape Fox's notice as he gave side-glances at Wolf, but it wasn't until he could feel the pressure in his bladder starting to grow that it became too annoying for him to let slide.

"You know, Wolf," Fox said as he turned as much as the seat restraints would let him, pressing his legs together, "This is exactly your problem. You have to make everything into a competition."

"And why wouldn't it be?" Wolf fired back, shifting slightly in his seat. "I know I'm better, but the chance to prove it is a thrill I can't pass up!"

"I dunno about you, but I just want to get paid," Rocket grumbled, ignored by the other two. His smaller size meant that he was already squirming in his seat, but he continued to sip from the water, eager to get this over and done with.

"But that's exactly why you'll never win," Fox explained after another gulp of water. "You're so focused on the idea of winning that you get distracted from what you're actually doing, which is why I'm the one who always downs your ship and never the other way around."

Wolf's muzzle curled into a snarl, but then he paused and smirked instead. "Are you giving me advice, Star Fox? Do you want me to beat you?"

Fox rolled his eyes. "Maybe I just want a challenge."

Wolf's smirk immediately disappeared, and he knocked back several gulps of water in a row. "I'll give you a challenge, you smug little wretch," he growled.

"And the point is completely missed," Fox mused.

Wolf kept glaring at Fox as his bladder filled, the copious amount of water he'd drunk accelerating the process quite noticeably. He wasn't sure how long they'd been there, but it had to have been at least an hour, and he hadn't taken a leak since lunchtime, so he wasn't empty coming into the research facility. But his determination to outdo Fox only grew with each little quip and taunt of the vulpine, and so he continued to drink, squeezing his sheath and the cap covering it with his legs as he squirmed in place.

Fox, for all his stoicism, couldn't prevent the inevitable either, and was wiggling in his seat now and then as the experiment wore on. Since he was forbidden from using his hands, he had to make do with trying to cross his legs, pressing his sheath between his thighs and squirming. Rocket was passing the time by humming to himself, assuming a similar position to the other two but rocking back and forth as much as the straps in his seat would let him instead of shifting from side to side. His humming was occasionally broken up by a grunt or a wince as he fought against his bladder, unable to match the capacity of the other two.

And yet, Wolf was the one having the most trouble, tossing away the empty water jug in another attempt to assert himself the moment he had drained it of its last drop. Drinking the entire thing was not without its consequences, and his good eye was shut tight as he grimaced, gritting his teeth and shuddering in his seat. "I will hold it," he muttered under his breath, "I will prove myself...!"

"Not sure what you're really provin'," Rocket muttered, his jug still half-full as he put it back on the table, feeling his need reaching its peak.

Fox had no retort as he was fighting his own battle, albeit not as urgent as Wolf's, keeping his eyes fixed on the frosted glass just to have something to try and distract himself as he squirmed, dancing in his seat as best he could with the straps holding him in. He hoped he'd never have to get this desperate mid-flight, let alone in any kind of dogfight...

"I will... I will...!" Wolf snarled defiantly after another minute, feeling his bladder spasm. He clenched his muscles hard to try and hold back the tide, a tiny squirt escaping him and splashing into the tube, but he succeeded in preventing any more of his piss from leaving him. Panting, he gripped the sides of the flight chair tightly, every few seconds having to resist his body's urges. This wasn't just an attempt to avoid embarrassing himself, this was a challenge, and he never backed down from a challenge...!

Another clench, another spasm, another squirt. Wolf fought with every muscle he could, but the dam broke several seconds later; he hissed as his piss spurted from his sheath and into the cap, pouring through the tube and into the collection jar. His next clench stemmed the flow only briefly, and with a groan, he ceased fighting, flopping back in his chair and panting as he unleashed his bladder's contents; after drinking so much water his pee was almost clear. His frustration from losing control turned to triumphant glee as his release continued longer and longer, and he gave a long, exaggerated sigh of relief in the hope of disrupting Fox's concentration.

"You're puttin' an awful lot of effort into this," Rocket remarked, taking a few more breaths of his own. "Surprised I lasted longer than you, but... ngh..." He took a breath and held it as he fought off a wave of desperation, rocking more urgently in his seat. "I won't be... much longer..."

The next strong pang in his bladder was too much for him to resist, but unlike Wolf, once he lost control, Rocket didn't bother trying to regain it. "Oh, fuck, glad this is over," Rocket groaned out as his stream sprayed into the collection cup and through the tube, trembling in his seat a bit from the intensity of his release. His own pale urine gradually filled the marked glass container, but he really didn't care how much there was, he just wanted to get paid, and he leaned back and sighed as he let his straining bladder unleash.

That just left Fox, who had been pacing himself far better, but still was squirming desperately in his seat. "Hurry it up," Wolf taunted as he finished pissing into the tube, clenching his muscles to make sure he got every drop out, "We haven't got all day."

"Very funny, Wolf," Fox muttered, sipping from the water jug again to try and hasten the process nonetheless. His breaths were coming heavily and he had his legs pressed closely, shifting his weight back and forth almost constantly. Yet he wasn't at his limit yet, which gave Rocket and Wolf enough time to unstrap themselves and get up, stretching their arms and legs casually despite still both being naked. And then, to make matters worse, they both stood in front of Fox, arms folded impatiently.

"At least you lasted the longest," Wolf remarked, "Too bad that's not the point this time."

Fox simply glared. The following minutes were almost unbearable, not so much from the growing pressure in his bladder but from the fact that the other two were watching him so closely, staring at his crotch expectantly. Maybe it was easy for those two, but he certainly wasn't used to having other men paying such close attention to him while he was naked.

More sips of water and another few minutes later, and Fox could fight no more, groaning and shuddering in his seat. He did his best, not for the contest but simply from wanting to ensure he'd get paid, gritting his teeth and clenching his muscles to hold back as long as he could. Twice, a brief spurt was kept from becoming anything more by a timely squeeze of his abdominal muscles, but the third time was too much. Unable to stop himself from giving a moan of relief when the trickle became a full-on gushing flow of pale urine, he shook in place as he gave in and continued peeing into the collector, letting it all flow to the measuring glass.

"Eh, not bad, Fox, not bad," Wolf remarked midway through Fox's release; Fox had spread his legs a little after ceasing his resistance, and Wolf was taking the opportunity for a longer look. Soon enough though he shifted his gaze over to the glass jar to watch it fill, while Rocket checked his bare wrist in an impatient 'hurry up' motion as they both waited for Fox's strained bladder to fully empty.

With a little gasp, Fox finally ran dry after well over a full minute, panting a little. Wolf's toothy grin told him all he needed to know, though he really didn't care, he just wanted to leave. "You're good," Wolf teased, leaning forward, "But I'm better."

"Yes, great, you won a literal pissing contest, well done," Rocket groused. "Now can we collect our pay and get out of here?"

Rocket left to head for the lockers without even waiting for a reply, leaving just Fox and Wolf alone. "You know, Wolf," Fox said as he started freeing himself from the seat restraints, "Maybe you were right."

Wolf tilted his head to one side. "Oh?"

"We're not all that different. Despite all the threats and talking big, I don't think you're a bad guy underneath all that."

Narrowing his good eye, Wolf growled, "I don't know if I should feel flattered or insulted."

Shrugging, Fox freed himself from the urine collector and let it hang over the edge of the seat. Standing up, he didn't bother trying to cover his crotch, and met Wolf's gaze fearlessly. "Think what you will. But maybe we can keep this truce going a little longer, so long as you're willing."

He headed to the locker room as well, leaving Wolf by himself for a moment, his eyes following Fox as he strode away. "Tch," Wolf grumbled to himself as he began to follow, "As if we could ever be anything other than bitter enemies..."
