The Braixen's paws left little prints on the window as she pressed her face up against it, staring at the car that was alongside her own, watching the Furfrou inside of it that was watching her just as intently. "Sit down, Naila," her trainer told her from the driver's seat just in front of her, but she remained where she was for just a few moments longer. Soon, though, her trainer overtook the other car and the Furfrou went out of sight, leaving the Braixen to settle back down into her seat.

She didn't mind being in the car, at least for a relatively short trip like this of just a couple hours. The only time she had ever been stuck in a carrier was when her trainer had first picked her up from the adoption center as a Fennekin; every time after that he had allowed her to roam the back of his car. He was playing music she liked and she had water and snacks – or at least, she had had snacks, now all she had was some empty wrappers and a paper bag.

Reaching out, Naila pawed at the back of the driver's seat in front of her with an insistent "Braix."

"What is it, girl?" her trainer asked, glancing at her in the rear view mirror. She opened her mouth and pointed to it with one hand, and her trainer chuckled. "More? You're going to get fat. But you were a good girl at my parents' place, so I suppose you can have another one. I'll take you out on the hiking trail this weekend so you can run around as much as you like, how does that sound?"

As he spoke, Naila's trainer opened up the center compartment and fished out a poke puff from the box he had stashed there, reaching behind him to hold it out without taking his eyes off the road. Naila took it carefully with a grateful "Braixen!" – he had scolded her before about scratching his hands when she snatched things too eagerly – and scarfed it down eagerly with a happy trill. She didn't need to bother him for water, at least, since he had left her a squeeze bottle in the holder in the side door. It was much nicer than having to use a bowl like she had as a Fennekin...

For a little while the trip continued, with Naila peering out the window eagerly whenever she saw another Pokemon in a nearby car. It was only just starting to get dark, but the highway was well-lit all the same. Her water bottle was close to empty, with the opposite effect on her lower belly, but she set that concern aside. She was a good girl (her trainer told her so, quite often!) and she could hold it until they got home. Turning her head, she tried to look out the passenger side window, but her view was blocked by the big cardboard box his parents had given him to take home, full of his old clothes or something boring like that.

The nearby cars and trees could only do so much to keep her mind off of her needs, however. As they drove on and mile markers zipped past them, Naila squirmed a little in the back seat. She shouldn't have drunk so much water early into the trip. "Braixen?" she asked her trainer, pawing at the back of his seat again.

"Hm?"

She pointed forward at the road ahead. "Braixen braix?"

"How far?" She nodded. "Another hour or so?" he guessed. "We're about half way."

She grumbled a little, then made up her mind. As much as she didn't want to bother him, she also didn't want to risk making a mess and being a bad girl. "Braiiiaiiixen," she whined in a very specific way to communicate her need. It was a particular sound that she felt embarrassed about making, since she only very rarely had to: at home she had been able to use the toilet by herself ever since she evolved. More than that, it reminded her of the 'Fennekiiin' whine she had used when she was younger for the same purpose, and much more frequently.

Her trainer knew what it meant. "Oh. Okay, I'll pull over at the next exit," he promised her. "Shouldn't be far, so be a good girl and stay put, okay?"

"Brai," Naila answered.

"Hey," her trainer offered to help take her mind off it, "Maybe I should invite my cousin over some time? You seemed to like playing with her Dedenne earlier..."

As he chatted with her about vague plans, they continued on down the highway, occasionally changing lanes here and there to overtake slower vehicles. But there wasn't much besides forest on this part of the drive, and though they came up on an exit, her trainer sighed and continued on past it. "Nothing out that way," he explained, "But there's gotta be a gas station or something around here. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you."

Yet the exit after that was only for some look-out point, and the one following wasn't even marked with anything. Shifting and squirming in her seat, Naila tried to think of anything she could to take her mind off of her predicament. Her ears pricked up after a few moments longer as she heard a wailing sound off in the distance, and she got up and looked out the back window to see what it was.

"Sit down, Naila," her trainer urged again.

"Braix braix!" Naila insisted, pointing out the back window. There was a commotion far behind them: flashing lights and a wailing getting louder and louder...

Her trainer must not have heard it at first, but his hearing had never been as good as hers, plus the radio was louder up front. "Hm?" he wondered aloud, then finally noticed. "Oh! Sit down NOW, Naila, I need to pull over!"

His raised tone made her sit back down, and he swerved over into the side lane, jostling her around in her seat. The flashing grew brighter and the noise louder, and her trainer slowed down a little. A car zoomed past them, followed by one with flashing red and blue lights that was making all the noise, and her trainer's attention was focused on them as both vehicles sped off into the distance.

"You okay?" he asked as he started accelerating again.

Naila wasn't paying any attention to the cars, not just because she couldn't see them any more – while her trainer was distracted they had passed a sign indicating a gas station at the next exit. "Braix! Braix!" she insisted.

"Yeah, it was a bit scary. I'll have to check the news later. I've never seen a police chase in person before."

He had clearly misunderstood. "Braiiiaiiixen!" Naila whined, hoping to get him focused again.

"Oh, right," he acknowledged. "Sorry, I got distracted. I'll take the..." But they had already passed the off-ramp, and he noticed it just as Naila let out another whine of disappointment. "...next exit," her trainer mumbled.

"Braixennnn...!"

"I'm sorry!" he apologized to her. "We'll take the next one, I promise! We're getting closer to the city, so there's gotta be more turn-offs. Just be patient."

Why did she have to be patient when it was his distraction that put her in this position? Naila huffed and folded her arms with a grumpy "Brai," looking out the side window, her legs crossed as she squirmed about in her seat.

"I know, I know," her trainer sympathized. "That one was my fault. You've been a very good girl." They drove on in silence for a bit longer, both keeping their eyes out for signs for turn-offs. "Look, the next one has a gas station!" her trainer called out, and Naila looked out at the big sign coming up, her grumpiness disappearing.

But her elation didn't last for long. "Oh, no," her trainer groaned as he saw a temporary signboard by the side of the road, flashing between 'Road work ahead', 'Left lane only', and 'Drive slow' every couple seconds. They crested a hill and saw the orange and white barricades ahead, as well as the aftermath of the police chase: part of the barricades had been smashed through and the police car was parked near another car that was flipped on its side. With a sigh, Naila's trainer slowed down as he approached the construction zone, glancing to his right every couple seconds, both to see what was going on with the police as well as to look for the turn-off...

It didn't help that with only one lane open the previously-fast traffic had slowed down dramatically as cars squeezed into a single lane. Naila whined when the car stopped entirely for a moment as someone pulled in front of them, but her trainer was quick to follow them through the single lane and inch forward.

"Wait... no!" Naila's trainer moaned as he realized the construction area extended past the next exit. "It's blocked! Aww, I'm sorry, Naila, you'll need to hold it a little longer."

She bit her lip and squirmed more at being denied once again. "Braiiiaiiixen...!" she whined, louder and more insistently, putting her hands over her belly.

"I know, I know... Arceus really has it in for you today, doesn't he?" he said, trying to lighten the mood. But she groaned a little in response, and he sighed a little bit. "We'll be out of this soon, don't worry," he reassured, and though it took a minute or two to fully get past the single lane section of highway, he sped up again once he cleared the construction area. "You're being a very good girl, I'm sorry you have to go through all this."

He took another poke puff from the center compartment, holding it behind his seat, but Naila shook her head and gave a quiet "Brai." Her need was growing worse with every mile marker they drove past, and she was struggling to avoid wetting herself. A glance at her made it obvious, and her trainer didn't really need the insistent "Braiiiaiiixen!" she cried out a moment later to know how bad it was getting.

"That bad?" he asked rhetorically, putting the poke puff back in its box. "Please hold on just a bit longer, Naila. Next exit, the very next one, I promise. Look, I'm pulling into the right lane right now."

She trembled a little in her seat, feeling the pressure in her abdomen. His words did little to reassure her, and she let out another "Braiiiaiiixen...!"

"Okay, okay," he conceded, taking a breath before continuing softly, "Look... try and hold it, but if you can't... if you really can't... go on the floor instead of on the seats, okay? I don't want you to have an accident. And the floor's easier to clean."

She whined a little, looking down at the floor in front of her. She didn't want to make a mess where she normally sat, something her trainer picked up on. "I know, it's your spot, but it's better than the alternative, right?"

Naila looked to her side at the cardboard box, pawing at it with one limb. "No, Naila. You can't use that. Just use the floor if you have to. I'm looking for the next exit right now, okay? Be a good girl for me, I'm doing what I can."

"Brai..." she whined, reluctantly agreeing. She was a good girl, she could hold it a bit longer...

"There, next exit, sixteen miles," he called out to her. "We'll be there soon!"

She gritted her teeth, kicking her legs a little. She wanted to be good, she didn't want to make a mess of her trainer's car or her spot in it. But it was a losing battle; the pangs of desperation in her bladder were getting stronger and more frequent, and she was having to clench her muscles harder to stop from wetting herself. "Thirteen miles!" she heard, but it barely registered.

"Braiiiaiii..." she began, cut off by another strong pain in her abdomen. She wasn't going to make it. She only just barely avoided peeing herself, but in a few more seconds, she was going to break for sure.

"Hold on, Naila," her trainer tried to encourage her, but it wasn't enough. She had to pee, and she had to pee right at that moment, one way or another.

The best she could do would be to avoid making a mess in front of herself. Shifting over to the middle of the back seats and sitting as close to the edge as she possibly could, she turned sideways, putting a paw on the cardboard box to steady herself as she spread her legs wide. And not a moment too soon: just as she did, a hard and thin jet of her pee gushed out from the top of her pussy, breaking up into droplets. Even though she was trying to hit the footwell behind the passenger seat, most of the spray of urine struck the back of the seat instead. However, she didn't notice at first, caught up in the immense sensation of relief that made her let out a long, "Braaiiiii...!"

As good as it felt, she was more overcome by embarrassment. She was peeing in her trainer's car, even if it was from sheer necessity. If she had had any other option, she wouldn't have ever thought of doing such a thing, but if she hadn't she would have made a mess of herself and the seats. "Aww, Naila..." her trainer said, with sympathy rather than in a scolding tone. "Sorry, girl..."

"Braixen..." she murmured apologetically, her eyes closed and her head down. Her almost-clear pee continued to shower against the back of the passenger seat, dripping off of it heavily and adding to the puddle below it that was growing there from the piss that was landing directly in the footwell. The pressure in her bladder was so great that her stream kept going at full power for quite some time, filling the back of the car with the sound of liquid pattering on the faux leather seat backing, and the drops of pee striking the saturated thin carpet underneath it.

Her trainer didn't say anything else as she relieved herself, keeping his attention on the road. Gradually, Naila's stream began to wane, causing it to break up into droplets a little sooner as it lost pressure, widening the spray even as the intensity of the flow decreased. It eventually trickled off to almost nothing, and with the damage already done, she clenched her muscles to get out the last of what remained inside her with a couple of final squirts. At home she would have had some toilet paper to dry herself with... but with a furtive glance around she saw the empty paper bag her snacks had come in, and she dabbed it lightly against her slit to dry off the remaining moisture there.

Naila dropped the bag, now stained dark, into the drenched footwell before shuffling back to her original seat, keeping her head down in shame. "It's okay, girl," her trainer told her, holding his hand out behind him as far as he could. Opening her eyes, she saw it and leaned forward, nuzzling against his hand a little and earning a gentle scratch behind one ear in return. "I know it wasn't your fault, you did everything you could."

"Braix," she agreed softly.

"We'll be back home soon," he promised, returning his hand to the steering wheel. "I'll make a quick stop at the store and get you some poffins, how about that?"

She felt a little better from his apparent forgiveness and the prospect of poffins in her near future, and gave a happy sound as she settled back into her seat.

"That's a good girl," he reassured her again. "It's fine. Accidents happen."
