
"Eight... nine... ten!"

Katt's voice managed to cut past Krystal's earbuds from behind her, the blue vixen's eyes locked on the timer counting upward on the elliptical machine she was using. 57:42; almost done. It was a slow day on the Great Fox, so the two of them had decided to head down to the gym to work out together, conversing between Katt's sets while Krystal went for something more straightforward.

"One... two... three..." came from behind Krystal as the fox took a quick swig of her water. Both of them had made sure to stay well-hydrated, which was made easier by the high-tech facilities – there was a pressurized water tap to one side that could fill up a container in a few seconds. If you knew the right buttons to push, you could even get it flavored.

A couple minutes later, with a final triumphant "Ten!" from Katt, the timer one Krystal's machine hit an hour, and she slowed her pace, pressing the stop button. Grabbing her water, she drained the last of it as she stepped off the machine and started her cooldown stretches, looking over to Katt, who was racking her weights before doing the same. The vixen was dressed in shorts and a highly revealing crop top that left her midriff bare, but Katt was in a glossy navy blue leotard that left little to the imagination in a different way.

"All done?" Krystal asked, grabbing a towel and wiping sweat from her head.

"Yep! Let's go hit the showers." Katt replied, flashing Krystal a thumbs-up.

"If you can call them that," Krystal muttered as she strode towards the door to the women's changing room. "They're not like any shower I ever saw before meeting Fox." Krystal headed inside and into one of the stalls, stripping naked inside of it before tapping on the touchscreen interface on the wall. The Great Fox's "showers", rather than require the transportation of water, instead used a combination of air currents and sonic waves to loosen and remove dirt and grime. It was fast, efficient – and utterly unsatisfying, Krystal thought to herself as the machinery roared to life. She'd rather stand under a cool, refreshing waterfall on Sauria any day, instead of deal with the cacophony of the sonic shower, but she had no other choice.

After a minute of having her thoughts drowned out by the machinery, she pulled a couple of towels around herself and emerged from the shower, heading for her locker to fetch a spare set of clothes. Moments later, a freshly-cleaned Katt came out from the second shower stall, naked and uncaring, striding past Krystal and over towards the door to the toilets. The blue vixen didn't pay any attention to her – this was perfectly normal, for Katt – until she heard Katt's frustrated rattling of the door handle, and glanced up.

"What's the big idea?" Katt grumbled, smacking the side of her fist against the door.

"Oh, I heard about that when I first came on board," Krystal explained. "There weren't any women on board the ship until recently, so when one of the other toilets broke, Slippy salvaged parts from this one. The Great Fox has seen better days, and they can't always get new parts. Right now, for instance; the transport lift is still out because he needs a part that he can only get on Corneria."

"Great." Katt said as she folded her arms and glared at the door. "So this is all because Fox's ship is normally a sausage party and I'm just visiting. All right, fine; where's the nearest -working- bathroom? I've got half a mind to go kick down Slippy's door and use his."

"Deck two." Krystal replied, "I head up there every day after-"

Katt's incredulous voice cut her off mid-sentence. "DECK TWO?!" She shrieked, "We're on deck FIVE! We had to walk down here earlier because of the transport lift! I'm gonna-"

Kystal didn't hear what threat accompanied Katt's clenched fists as the feline suddenly squeezed her legs together and closed her eyes. "I know, I know." Krystal sympathized, glancing down at the floor as she shrugged, "But what else are you doing to do?"

Katt only paused briefly before responding with a low "Screw that." When Krystal looked up, she saw that Katt had dropped into a squatting position in front of the closed door, her back pressed against it with her hands on her knees. Krystal froze, stuck silent as Katt's frustrated expression shifted to one of relief, her eyes closing as she exhaled and a pale yellow stream of urine shot from her urethra and started to splash on the tiled floor.

Krystal wanted to admonish Katt, but the words stuck in her throat from her shock, leaving her unable to do anything but watch in stunned silence as her companion kept going strong, making a bigger and bigger puddle on the floor of the changing room, her stream gushing out hard from the top of Katt's pussy.

"Katt, what are you doing?" Krystal finally exclaimed in a sudden outburst.

"Oh!" Katt seemed to suddenly realize Krystal was still there, opening her eyes, but still continuing to pee at full blast on the floor, casually raising her voice slightly to be heard over the steady splashing noise of her piss. "Ah, don't worry about it," she said surprisingly calmly, "There's this trick I learned from Falco after..."

"Katt, I don't want to hear what you and Falco were up to."

"I just spilled his drink, honest!" She remarked as she finished up, her stream rapidly falling off, the feline clenching her muscles to force out the final drops of urine onto the floor before standing up straight. "Admittedly by bumping the bedside table with my butt while we-"

"Katt!"

"Okay, okay, but watch this." She strode to the comm panel on the wall, leaving her puddle behind, and pushed one of the buttons at the bottom. "R.O.B.", she said, speaking clearly into the panel, "Clean the women's locker room floor on deck five, please."

"Affirmative." R.OB.'s synthesized voice replied after a brief pause.

Katt clasped her hands, turning back to Krystal with a big grin. "He'll come in here and clean it up, and nobody will be any the wiser. Hey, if you're quick, you can do the same, and finish before he gets here!"

"No thanks." Krystal said with a shake of her head, as tempting as it was to save herself a walk all the way up to deck two.

"Well fine, be that way." Katt said teasingly as she strode back to pick up her clothes and put them on. Krystal shook her head as she got up and left, starting the familiar but still long walk up to the bathroom on deck two, taking the stairs faster after the first flight. She was heavily annoyed, and focused her frustration in Katt's direction to distract herself from her own need to pee, eventually shifting her frustration to Slippy for -still- not having fixed the bathroom or the transport lift, and Fox for generally not considering the needs of the women on the ship, even if it was just herself and occasionally Katt, Miyu or Fay as visitors. It didn't help that her occasional bladder cramps made her wonder if Katt had a point after all...

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Krystal brushed off the incident; Katt was always a colorful character, to put it mildly, so they continued to meet up to train over the next few days. When the Great Fox passed by Katina, Katt said her farewells to the crew, especially to Falco, and took her leave for some mercenary work in the area – "Too small-fry for the great Star Fox team," she had joked.

That left Krystal needing to find a new training partner. She was nervous and excited as she went through her warm-up stretches; Fox had taken an interest in her training – and possibly her figure – and had asked if he could train with her after Katt left. The blue vixen had eagerly accepted at the time, but now she was fretting quietly to herself, desperately wanting to make a good impression on Fox. He was somewhere else on the ship and had called ahead to let her know he'd be down soon, and she wanted to be ready and waiting for him.

She'd also been so deeply focused on getting herself ready that she'd completely ignored her bladder until she was about to burst; a common occurrence for her, as she had grown up on Cerinia where safety was a rare thing and she would often need to hold it for an extended period without letting it distract her in a fight. Fortunately, she was in the safety of the Great Fox now, so she could take care of that problem before Fox showed up...

Steeling herself for a jaunt up to deck two, Krystal made her way towards the door, but when she was halfway to it, it opened – and Fox stepped in, already in a t-shirt and shorts. "Hey, Krystal!" He called to her, "Didn't want to keep you waiting. That paperwork will be there when I get back, anyway. Ready to go?"

Krystal smiled back at him, her mind racing as she wondered what to do – she didn't want to make him wait, especially not for the entire trip to deck two and back... though maybe she could get Fox to lean on Slippy and put fixing the women's bathroom higher on his priority list. That wouldn't help her now, though!

"Almost." Krystal said quickly, so as to give some kind of response. "I need to change into my sparring gear, why don't you warm up while I do that?"

"Sure thing." Fox replied, stretching his arms over his head. "I'll be right here."

Krystal headed back into the women's locker room, letting out a deep exhale once the door closed behind her. What was she going to do? She couldn't just run up to deck two; it would take far too long for her to get there and back. She tried the handle on the bathroom door hopefully, immediately disappointed (but not surprised) to find it still locked.

The only real option, then, was for her to pee here somewhere nearby. Looking around, she searched quickly for some kind of container, but the only thing she had was her water bottle, and she'd already filled it, not to mention that she didn't want to pee in her own drinking vessel. Not that she might have much choice; a cramp made her squeeze her legs together and she looked around again desperately. She'd have to empty it out on the floor somewhere...

The thought of that reminded her of Katt's escapades from the other day. Katt hadn't brought it up again, and Krystal had wanted to forget. Furthermore, R.O.B. had diligently cleaned up, leaving no trace, and naturally didn't mention anything to anyone either. After all, the robot regularly cleaned up after the crew's escapades in the bedrooms without comment; it either had sufficient tact to never mention what it did, or had been programmed explicitly not to.

Which meant that if Krystal followed in Katt's footsteps, nobody would know...

With her needs both to relieve herself and to not keep Fox waiting long in the front of her mind, she stripped off what little clothing she'd been wearing, since she'd have to change to her sparring gear anyway just like she mentioned. Not wanting to just squat like Katt did and risk getting her feet wet, she strode to the end of one of the benches and sat down, spreading her legs wide, leaning back and putting her hands behind her to grasp the bench, taking a deep breath to relax her muscles as she closed her eyes, trying to pretend she was just sitting on the toilet.

She finally felt her muscles relax and her bladder starting to empty, momentarily caught off-guard when instead of hearing the splashing of water on water she had been subconsciously expecting, the sound of her urine striking the tile floor reached her ears, pattering loudly on the hard surface. Opening one eye, she peeked down and saw a hard, thick stream of almost-clear fluid gushing from her; she'd been holding it in so long that it was leaving her with great force, spraying in all directions from the point of impact, and running through the gaps between the tiles to form a crisscrossing grid of rivers.

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't stop, just keeping still as she listened and watched the effects of her release. The torrent of her piss kept spreading outward into a bigger and bigger puddle, the excess flowing between the tiles spreading out ahead faster through the little channels between the tiles. She kept her feet lifted off the floor as the puddle threatened to reach back to her, taking heavy breaths and reveling in the pleasing sensation of a long-awaited release. When her heavy stream finally began to wane from a hard gush to a trickle, she clenched her muscles to push out the last of it until she was completely done with a couple final squirts, and then shifted back on the bench until she could stand in a dry spot.

"I'll worry about that later." She mumbled absently, taking deep breaths to steady her heart rate and calm herself back down. Fox was waiting for her, after all. She grabbed some spare tissues from her locker and quickly cleaned herself, tossing them into the puddle from a lack of anywhere better to put them, and quickly switched into her sparring gear so she could get back to the planned session with Fox.

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Some time later, Krystal re-entered the changing room, wiping herself down with her towel. It had gone better than she'd expected; not only had she learned a few tricks and proven herself to be a fair match for Fox despite their different hand-to-hand fighting styles, but between bouts she'd taken the opportunity to flirt with him and had hit it off well enough to talk him into sharing a private meal with her later.

Humming to herself as she stripped back down, Krystal tossed her sparring gear into the laundry hamper, full of confidence from her performance during practice, and in a haze of hormones from spending so much time with Fox. She briefly ignored her need to pee again, as she always drank so much water during her workouts that she had to go after every one, and stepped into the sonic shower to dry and cool herself off. But as she exited the shower, she saw the puddle of her urine from before, still pooled on the completely non-porous tiling of the changing room floor.

Striding past it, Krystal went back to her locker. Standing before it, she spread her legs wide as she opened the door, her tail flagging, her surging confidence overriding the inhibitions and apprehension she'd normally have about what she was doing – what was a little more, anyway? She sighed as she started to pee then and there, her flow falling straight down towards the floor and splashing onto the tiles.

She didn't stop even as she rummaged in her locker and took out her bra and the top parts of her outfit, continuing to relieve herself in her standing position. It reminded her of her days back on Sauria when she would just stand against a convenient tree to pee, instead of having to go hike up three decks of a spaceship to go sit on a cold porcelain toilet seat. Continuing to hum her tune where she had left off, she fastened her jewelry into place as she listened to the splashing of her own urine on the floor, which quieted as her bladder finished emptying. Clenching her muscles to push out the rest, she removed the lower parts of her clothing from her locker and took a few steps away, leaving her puddle behind at the foot of her locker.

However, before she could put her clothes back on, she felt some dampness between her legs; even with her wide stance, she hadn't been able to keep her loins completely dry. Glancing around, she spotted a neat stack of towels that must have been replaced during R.O.B.'s prior cleaning. Pulling the top one off the stack, she got to work rubbing the insides of her legs dry with one hand, and delicately pressing the soft fabric against her damp slit, wiping up the last few drops of her urine.

Inhaling deeply and letting it out slowly, Krystal took a moment to just relax. Everything was good. She felt energized, confidant, and now clean and relieved, her tail wagging happily behind her. Making one more trip across the locker room to toss the towel into the laundry hamper, and carefully avoiding her most recent puddle along the way, she returned to her remaining clothes to finish getting dressed.

Just before leaving, she glanced back. The floor of the locker room was adorned with two large pools of her piss, though from all the water she'd been drinking they were both almost completely clear. Her cheeks flushed a little, but she didn't care; it had felt so good, so liberating. Maybe Katt had been onto something.

Raising her wrist communicator, Krystal pushed a button on the side. "R.O.B." she said clearly, pausing briefly as she recalled Katt's words, "Clean the women's locker room on deck five, please."

"Affirmative." Came the reply. And just like that, she knew that everything would be taken care of, and as she headed out the door, her thoughts immediately turned to her upcoming night with Fox and her plans for the evening.

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"I can't believe you haven't seen Lylat Soldier," Slippy commented as he started playing the video on the TV in the lounge. The general-purpose recreation area had, among other things, a widescreen TV embedded in the wall, a wide sofa opposite it, and a recliner next to it that Slippy had modified with seat warmers, a remote in the armrests, and who knew what else.

"It's not like we had TVs and movies on Cerinia." Krystal responded sharply. She was dressed in more casual clothing for this: a sleeveless white shirt and a pair of blue shorts, enough to be revealing and hopefully catch Fox’s eye, while not being so overtly exposing that the others would find it unusual.

"Besides, we'll fix that tonight." Falco remarked, taking the seat on the sofa next to Krystal, who was in the middle next to Fox. Most of the crew had been doing semi-regular movie nights for a few weeks now, with Slippy digging into his trove of movies that the others knew better than to ask the source of.

Slippy took his seat on the recliner as the movie began, occasionally commenting in a hushed voice to Falco with random pieces of trivia about the movie itself, some of its actors or locations in it. Krystal did her best to tune them out and focus on the movie, and a little bit on Fox sat next to her too, shuffling closer to him until she was leaning against him, occasionally snacking on the popcorn Fox had made and the mug of tea she had brewed for herself.

Once the movie picked up and the plot began properly, Krystal became a lot more engrossed, though she still stayed close to Fox, letting her idly swaying tail brush up against him. She wasn't sure at first if he wasn't noticing or if he was ignoring her, until she felt his gloved hand come to rest on her thigh for a moment, shifting in his seat as he tried to stay focused on the screen despite the flush in his cheeks. 

She considered making a more substantial move when she heard Falco's voice from beside her. "This was your idea of a romantic movie, Fox?"

"Shut it, Falco." Fox snapped back, withdrawing his hand from Krystal's thigh. "I didn't pick it." A moment later he quickly added, "And it's not like that, anyway. When's the last time you and Katt even finished a movie you started watching together?"

Krystal grit her teeth, quietly angry with Falco for interrupting, until the movie caught her attention a few moments later with an action scene. When it concluded, she heard the recliner creaking as Slippy got to his feet, stretching his arms over his head.

"Ah, sorry, I'm going to head off. I was hauling Arwing parts all over the maintenance bay today and I'm pretty tired. Hope you like the movie, Krystal! It's one of my favorites."

Krystal glanced over as the toad left, the lounge door automatically shutting with a hiss of hydraulics and immediately muffling his footsteps. She turned back to the movie and reached for more popcorn, only to find the bowl was empty; Falco had been munching on it pretty heavily, apparently.

"Oh, hey, I'll get that for ya." Falco said as he noticed her peering into the empty bowl, standing and grabbing it. "Wouldn't want to make your boyfriend get up, would I?" He chuckled as he slipped out before Fox could come up with a witty comeback, leaving the mercenary leader grumbling to himself.

Fox leaned in a little towards Krystal, taking the moment to put an arm around her. "Don't pay any attention to Falco." He said reassuringly.

"I know, I know. He talks big, but I know it's just talk. If he didn't have at least some compassion, you wouldn't keep him around."

He nodded in response and settled back into his seat. It wasn't long before Falco returned and placed the now-full bowl of popcorn down, but didn't sit down again as he glanced at Fox's arm, still around Krystal's shoulders. "Well, I wouldn't want to be a third wheel or anythin'." He remarked casually as he turned around, "And I've seen this like a million times, so I'll leave you two to enjoy it by yourselves, yeah?"

Fox rolled his eyes as Falco left, but inwardly he was glad for the chance to – finally – get some time alone and without interruption to spend with Krystal. Grabbing some more popcorn, he leaned back, stretching out his legs and yawning briefly. "You really tired me out at training earlier." He said conversationally, "You're as fierce a fighter as they come. I wouldn't know it from just looking at you."

"It's not as if I could overpower a Sharpclaw." She responded as she leaned into him a bit more. "Speed and skill were our best weapons against them." Fox nodded in response, quieting down as the movie picked back up.

For a time, they watched together, the sound from the TV broken only by the crunching of popcorn or the sipping of tea. When Krystal reached the bottom of her mug, she frowned, starting to look around for the remote to pause the movie, spotting it on the armrest next to Fox.

"Fox, could you-" she cut herself off as she noticed he had dozed off, leaning on the sofa backrest, mouth open slightly, his arm still around her shoulder. She smiled a little, reaching across his lap for the remote. As she stretched she leaned into him a bit more, nudging him, and he blinked and shook his head as he snapped out of his light sleep, yawning once more.

"Sorry, Krystal." He apologized, stretching his arms as she quickly hit the pause button on the remote. "I didn't want to leave. It was nice to just be with you. But I think I'd better head to bed now, I've got a call with General Pepper tomorrow morning. Are you going to head off too?"

"No, actually." She said softly, a little disappointed that he was leaving. "I want to finish the movie. I've never seen it, but you all have, so I wouldn't want to take up another movie night just finishing this off."

"All right then, hope you like it." He gave her a pat on the shoulder as he stood. "Good night, Krystal."

The vixen froze for a moment, unsure if she ought to take the opportunity to sneak in a kiss before he left, but decided to wait until a time when Fox wasn't almost falling asleep on her. "Good night, Fox." She responded, and settled for reaching out and giving his hand a light squeeze with her own. He returned it with a smile before exiting, leaving her alone in the lounge.

Krystal grabbed her mug and left to go make some more tea, taking Fox's old spot on the side of the couch – still warm from his body – when she returned. She'd thought the movie would only be another half-hour or so, but was surprised when it took a twist and launched into an entirely new subplot with the real villain behind the one the protagonists thought was in control of everything. Thoroughly engrossed, she ignored the building pressure in her lower abdomen as she sipped more of the tea that had caused it, hooked on every moment of the movie, understanding the high praise the others had given it.

As the heroes were getting ready to storm the real antagonist's hideout, she squirmed heavily in her seat, only then becoming consciously aware of the hand she had buried between her legs to hold herself and abate the pressure. Annoyed at having to take another break before she could finish the movie, she snatched the remote from the coffee table to hit the pause button again, giving a low growl of frustration from both the interruption and from the intense pressure she felt with every small movement she made. As much as she disliked having to get up, she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer, and started to head for the door, getting ready to head to...

...deck two. Right. While the lounge was on deck four as opposed to the gym on deck five, it was still going to be a long walk, especially for someone bursting to pee. Like her.

It would be quicker to get to the locker room one deck down – a thought that made her blush as she remembered her incident there a few weeks prior. She also remembered that the floor had been spotless the following day when she came in...

Krystal bit her lip and glanced back at the lounge, lit by the still-image from the paused movie on the TV. Relieving herself on the locker room floor had been quick and convenient, and the second time, she had found it even comfortable. Of course, that was a locker room – a tile floor that was easy to clean, that was in an area that was usually only visited by her and the occasional guest.

Then again, the carpet seemed perfectly clean, with no sign of the soda that Slippy had spilled a few nights ago...

She felt another twinge in her bladder and knew she'd have to make a decision soon. Focusing for a moment, she closed her eyes and instead used her telepathy to sense the other crewmembers, confirming that they were all up on deck two in their quarters, soundly sleeping. Whatever she chose to do, nobody would know, and she wouldn't get interrupted.

Making her decision, Krystal returned to her seat and resumed the movie. She knew she wasn't going to go far, so she had a little more time left, and she didn't want to be up any later than necessary; it was already getting quite late. But at the same time she didn't want to leave the movie unfinished or miss any of it, so she continued watching as the final assault began.

She only lasted a few more minutes before she clenched her legs together tightly to avoid leaking; she couldn't wait any longer. Getting up once again, she moved to the opposite end of the sofa, standing between it and the recliner, far from where she had been sitting. She turned sideways relative to the sofa with one arm on the armrest to support herself, and with her eyes fixed on the screen, she tugged her shorts down to her knees, and the panties beneath it to the side, as she lowered herself into a deep squatting position. In this pose, her shorts were high enough to avoid being splashed, and so with little hesitation she suppressed a groan as she opened the floodgates.

A thick, heavy, and almost clear stream of her piss gushed from her slit, the result of her copious tea drinking during the movie. Whereas it had splashed loudly on the tiles in the locker room, here it pattered quietly on the carpet and soaked in quickly, allowing her to keep listening to the movie. She spared a glance down to make sure she wasn't hitting the sofa itself, blushing as she saw the growing dark spot on the already dark blue carpet, her heavy stream foaming a little as she saturated the carpet but continued to pour more and more of her vixen pee onto it.

For well over a minute she stayed there, illuminated only by the movie on-screen, watching the climax of its story unfold, all the while continuing to piss heavily onto the carpet, her stream waning slowly as she unleashed everything in her bladder. She was at it for so long that when she finally began to trickle off to a light stream and then a series of droplets, she was surprised by the sudden change in background noise. All without moving her gaze from the screen, she clenched her muscles a few times to get rid of the last of it, reaching out to the side table to grab a few tissues from a box there, slightly frustrated when she pulled the last one from the box, leaving it empty. She quickly cleaned herself before dropping them into the puddle; it was all just one big thing for R.O.B. to clean up, now.

Standing, she returned her clothes to their original position, with only the puddle to ever tell what she had done. And it was huge – with the action part of the finale over, her cheeks flushed red as she spared a glance down at it, seeing the size of the soaked patch of carpet. She was amazed at how much she'd held in her, and how long it had taken her to let it all out.

Giggling lightly to herself as she returned to her seat, she paused the video just briefly to raise her wrist communicator, tapping the buttons on the side. "R.O.B., can you clean the carpet in the lounge, please?" She asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Affirmative." Came the reply, and with that she promptly unpaused the video and settled back in to watch the rest of it.

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Much to Krystal's surprise, the movie went on for the better part of an hour, with more revelations, tying up loose ends, and even numerous small scenes spaced through the credits, right down to a post-credits stinger. When the playback finally ended, Krystal let out a yawn she'd been suppressing; it was much later than she'd intended to stay up, but she'd enjoyed the movie. It was time for her to head off to bed.

Glancing at her wrist communicator, she groaned as she saw just how late it had gotten, later than she'd predicted due to her break to make a final cup of tea that she'd taken when R.O.B. had arrived, armed with carpet cleaner, and had begun to clean up after her without comment. She still had her whole bedtime routine to go through too: brushing her teeth, getting changed into a nightgown, putting her jewelry in the jewelry case she had, and a final trip to the bathroom... one that would be particularly unpleasant as the heat was turned down at night to help the crew sleep, which had the side effect of making the tiled floor in her bathroom freezing cold, to say nothing of the toilet seat itself, which often tended to be frigid at the best of times.

Sure, she could probably skip it tonight – as she stood and stretched, she spared a glance at the carpet between the sofa and recliner, and couldn't see any sign of what had happened. R.O.B. had even dried out the carpet when done cleaning, so there wasn't even a wet spot, just the faint hint of pine needles in the air from the scented cleaning fluid. She didn't really need to go again, but she also didn't want to get woken up early by her body's needs, especially with all the tea she'd gone through tonight that had a tendency to make her need to pee more than usual for a while after drinking it. That, and it was part of her routine – having something familiar to ground herself made it easier to adjust to life away from Cerinia in this metal spaceship far from her home.

The door opened suddenly, catching Krystal off-guard. Glancing over, she saw R.O.B. coming back in, and she relaxed; he had most of his scheduled cleaning routines at night while the crew was asleep, since he had no need for rest himself. He raised one arm, and an attachment on it came out from a hidden slot to spray glass cleaner on a side table, as he brought up a cloth to begin cleaning. Krystal watched him in silent contemplation, her eyes glancing back to the pristine section of carpet by the recliner...

At one side of the lounge was a comfortable, high-backed chair for reading, next to the table with the multi-layered chess set she'd never seen anyone other than Peppy and R.O.B. at. Striding over confidently, Krystal took a seat in the large chair, as it was one that she rarely ever used, and she didn't want to do this in her usual spot at the sofa, even if it was going to get cleaned up within a few minutes. Stripping off her shorts and panties, she shuffled her hips forward, carefully positioning herself at the edge of the seat, legs spread to the sides as she hung her pussy over the edge, her hands braced on the arms of the chair. Relaxing, she closed her eyes, listening to the gentle hum of the ship's air ventilation, and the quiet, rhythmic squeaking of R.O.B. cleaning the glass table top.

It didn't take long for her to relax enough to begin her release, though since she wasn't even remotely as desperate as the last few times, it came out as a gentle and lazy stream that only slightly arced on its way down to the carpet. A soft sigh escaped her lips, the vixen savoring both the familiar feeling of relief, and the convenience of it, especially compared to having to either try hovering her rump over the toilet seat in her own bathroom, or experimenting with standing in that same cold room.

Sparing a glance downward, she saw another dark spot forming on the carpet and spreading, a little more slowly from her less intense flow. The sound of her urine stream hitting the carpet was a much quieter splash than before, and she closed her eyes again to listen to it, remaining almost perfectly still as she casually relieved herself in the Great Fox's lounge without a care in the world. Still going several seconds later, she was slightly surprised at how long she was lasting – it was just as well that she was doing this now, and getting rid of all the tea that had gone through her, rather than having to do it in the early hours of the morning in her frigid bathroom.

As she wasn't paying close attention, once she began to run out her stream trickled off quickly enough that it dribbled onto the front of the seat cushion, soaking in as a few excess drops ran down the front of it. She didn't notice until she was done, and stood up, glancing back over her shoulder. "Oh, whoops." she mumbled, very unconcerned, stepping away from the mess she had made as she looked for something to clean herself with. 

The tissue box was still empty; R.O.B. hadn't gotten to replacing it yet, and she didn't want to wait. Glancing around, she saw a throw pillow that she had never seen anyone use lying on a shelf nearby, and quickly grabbed it. She used both hands to press the pillow to her damp pussy, rubbing it between her legs, soaking up all the leftover moisture. The fabric was soft and cool, the pleasant sensation bringing a small smile to her lips as she rocked her hips back against the pillow for just a moment.

Realizing she hadn't completely emptied herself, she clenched her muscles to do just that, forcing out the last few squirts of her piss onto the cushion directly, tail swishing back and forth behind her as she did. The sheer freedom of relieving herself wherever she wanted was quite liberating, something she hadn't realized she missed from living in the jungles of Sauria. Once done, she moved the pillow away and turned it around to press the dry side against herself for a final wiping of her nethers, letting out one more contented sigh before she tossed the throw pillow onto the wet seat, grabbing her shorts and panties from where she had left them on the armrest.

There was only one more thing left to do. Turning her head, she saw R.O.B. gathering the empty popcorn bowl and her empty tea mug from the coffee table, stashing them in a compartment in his body. "R.O.B.," Krystal called out to the robot, "Could you come and clean up after me, please?"

R.O.B.'s head didn't move as he continued to clean, but she heard his voice respond with a flat "Affirmative." With a smile, her panties held tight in her left hand and her shorts in her right, Krystal strode past the robot and out of the lounge door, tail swaying back and forth behind her.
