"I asked him how much it was, but the bastard wouldn't sell it to me!" Rocket Raccoon complained, dramatically sweeping the arm holding his drink, "But I got the last laugh, the lock on his door broke easily and I was off the station before he even found out."

Sitting next to him at the dimly-lit bar, Wolf O'Donnell chuckled, putting down his empty glass and gesturing to the bartender to get a refill, tossing some credits onto the bar counter. "Did he ever figure out it was you?"

"Well, yeah, when I shot him with it," Rocket remarked before taking a sip from his glass. "It happens when you're a mercenary."

"Tell me about it," Wolf grumbled. "One time we were hired to steal a ship from a collector, next thing we know, that collector's hiring us to steal it back!" For a few minutes he retold the story to Rocket, taking his fresh drink in the middle of it.

Wolf's pleasant evening was threatened when the door to the bar opened and he spotted an unfortunately familiar figure entering. "Shit, it's Fox," Wolf grumbled quietly, his right hand drifting down towards his hip holster, his good eye following Fox McCloud the other mercenary wandered into the bar, drawing some glances from the other patrons.

"Eh?" Rocket asked, turning on the bar stool to take a look. His reaction was not what Wolf was expecting, as Rocket spotted Fox and brightened up. "Oh, hey! Over here, buddy!"

Wolf's gaze flicked back and forth between Rocket and Fox. "What? You're working with him?" Wolf snarled.

"Yeah, he's the contact I told you I was waitin' for," Rocket explained nonchalantly. For his part, Fox had also spotted Wolf and was keeping a wary eye on his adversary as he approached, a hand at his side as he took the stool on the other side of Rocket.

"Wolf," Fox said simply.

"Fox," Wolf growled back.

"Oh, you two know each other! That saves me from havin' to do the introductions," Rocket quipped, swiveling in his chair back to face the bar.

"What's HE doing here?" both of the pilots asked in unison.

"Well," Rocket replied casually as he picked his drink back up, first turning towards Fox, "You wanted me to put you in touch with a guy who could get you some more powerful lasers for your ships." Turning to Wolf, he continued, "And you wanted to offload some goods for easy money."

As the two began to protest again, Rocket held up a hand. "If you two have a beef with each other, you can work it out on your own time. I'm here for business." Draining his glass and setting it down on the bar, he turned around once more. "So you two have got until I get back from the bathroom to work out your differences, 'cause I've got plenty of other places to be if you're not gonna make a sale."

Rocket hopped off the bar stool and wandered off, leaving Fox and Wolf to glare daggers at each other. After a few tense moments, Wolf flashed the meanest grin he could at Wolf as he leaned on the bar and grabbed his drink. "Well, I suppose your money spends the same as anyone else's," he sneered menacingly, shifting in his seat. "And fancy lasers won't do you any good without the skill to back them up."

Unthreatened, Fox leaned on the bar as well, keeping his eyes on Wolf but moving his hand away from his blaster. "That explains why you're looking to offload them," he retorted. "Maybe with the money you can buy homing rockets to do the aiming for you."

Wolf glared, but before he could fire back, Rocket hopped back up onto the bar stool between them. "That was quick," Wolf remarked. "Guess being small has its advantages."

"Very funny, tough guy," Rocket replied, "But nah, they're out of order, apparently. Sign on the door and everythin'. Always a risk of meetin' up in joints that are... less frequented, y'know."

Wolf grimaced; all the drinks he'd had while waiting for the contact that had turned out to be Fox had contributed to a notable pressure in his bladder, and he'd been planning on visiting the men's room as soon as business was concluded. To his surprise, he saw Fox shifting around on his bar stool, and the vulpine muttered, "Great. I'd been expecting I could go once I got here..."

Out of pure spite, Wolf drained his glass and slammed it down on the bar triumphantly. "What's the matter, does the little kit not know how to hold his bladder?" he taunted, all while trying to ignore his own need.

Rocket interrupted before Fox could reply. "Well, sounds like we're all in the same boat, then, so you two are going to have to work together, like it or not." Dismounting the stool again, Rocket gestured for the other two to follow. "There's another bar a couple blocks away, let's try over there."

Fox and Wolf both followed after him, despite giving each other suspicious side-glances on the way out, pausing at the door in a silent contest of wills to see which of them would head out first and expose their back to the other. Only when Rocket called back "Today, ladies!" from the street outside did Fox finally give in and hurry out, with Wolf right behind him as they caught up with the short raccoon.

This late at night the only illumination came from the streetlights, windows, and the neon signs of various stores, bars and other businesses that were still open, as the skyscrapers all around stretched upwards to block out most of the night sky. Wolf was glad that he had ended up in the back so that neither of the other two could see him wince every time his bladder twinged, but he wasn't concerned; it sounded like Rocket had a plan, and then they could get back to business.

The short raccoon led them off to another, nicer bar that was much better lit, populated almost entirely by men watching the wall-mounted TVs showing a sports game. The sign above the bathroom doors was clearly marked, so Rocket headed right over for it, only to hear a very loud noise as the bartender cleared his throat. The trio glanced over, only to see an enormous, hulking, musclebound wolf covered in scars, one eye clearly blind, while the other fixed them with a hard gaze as the bartender calmly cleaned a glass. He was a good two feet taller than even Wolf, and was wearing a sleeveless shirt and jacket to better show off his bulging muscles.

"Bathrooms are for paying customers only," the bartender asserted.

Fox started to reach into his pocket, only for Rocket to pipe up, "Hey, come on, man, I've really gotta go."

"Buy something or leave," the bartender growled in response.

"Look, I'll be in and out in-"

"Shut up!" someone near them hissed, "And get out of the way, you're blocking the TV!"

"Let's all just calm down," Fox began, stepping forward.

"Hey, is that Fox McCloud?" a patron asked, and several of the others nearby also turned their attention away from the TVs for a moment.

"Yep, that's me," Fox replied, puffing his chest out. "Guess you've heard of me, huh?" Wolf rolled his eyes, but his body tensed up when he noticed that the patrons weren't looking at Fox with admiration – quite the opposite. Some of them were grumbling to each other, and a few were reaching to grab weapons or heavy objects that could serve as such.

Wolf backed up and out of the bar quietly. A scant few seconds after he did, he heard shouting from inside, and both Rocket and Fox fled from the bar and past Wolf, a loud thump emanating from inside along with the sound of broken glass as something was thrown at the escaping duo. Both of them ran into the nearest alley, and Wolf casually followed after them when it seemed clear that the men in the bar weren't going to pursue them any further.

Both Rocket and Fox were panting for breath, and Wolf couldn't help but grin inwardly at seeing Fox also standing with his legs pressed together, though he himself winced and had to clench his muscles a moment later. "Guess you've brought in one too many bounties for General Pepper, Fox. And here I thought it would be MY reputation to get us in trouble," Wolf joked.

"Funny, that's what I thought too," Fox agreed sarcastically as he straightened up.

"Okay then, no more bars," Rocket said between breaths as he straightened up, having to grab himself between the legs for a moment. "That's fine. There's gotta be some other place we can go."

"There's a perfectly good alley right here," Wolf pointed out, gesturing at their surroundings.

"I'm not resorting to a crime just to avoid a walk," Fox muttered.

"I mean, I would, but someone'll see us for sure, and I don't want anyone from that bar comin' after us while I'm takin' a leak," Rocket remarked. "Let's get goin', all right?"

Wolf shrugged and followed as the other two set off once again. It seemed that only bars and convenience stores were still open at this hour, sending them walking for several blocks. It didn't help that it felt like the very traffic signals themselves were working against them, with every crosswalk forcing them to wait for what felt like eons. Wolf did his best to keep his desperation hidden by just pressing his legs together, with Fox squirming in place a little more whenever they had to wait. Rocket, however, had the worst of it, perhaps from being smaller or perhaps caring less, his left hand gripping his crotch as he shuffled and danced in place while waiting for the crosswalk signs to change.

But at last they found hope: at one corner there was a coffee-and-donut store still open, promising them some salvation from their desperation. "I'm goin' first," Rocket said before anyone even brought up the subject as they passed through the front doors.

"You can go after him, Fox," Wolf taunted, putting on as much bravado as he could. "Wouldn't want you to have an accident, would we?"

Fox ignored him, instead watching as Rocket tried the handle on the bathroom door, only to find it was locked, as confirmed by a glance at the sign above the handle that read 'Occupied'. It wasn't a very large place so they only had the one unisex bathroom, and Rocket grumbled as he sat down at an empty table nearby, with Fox joining him. Rocket wasn't at all subtle about putting both hands between his legs and squirming, while Fox at least tried to disguise his wiggling and shifting about in his seat as natural movements by turning his head and upper body to look around.

Wolf, not wanting to waste an opportunity to provoke Fox even further, wandered over to the counter to buy himself a donut from the utterly bored-looking feline cashier. Walking back over to Rocket and Fox, he slid into a seat opposite them, giving an exaggerated grunt to hide his wince from the extra pressure he accidentally put on his bladder while sitting down. For all his bravado, he was in just as bad of a situation as the other two, but hid it by leaning forwards and backwards as he took bites of his donut all while he squirmed and shifted about under the table, crossing his legs and pressing them together tightly on occasion.

When he managed to finish his donut and still the bathroom hadn't opened up, though, he got annoyed. "What's taking so long?" he grumbled aloud.

"Oh, are you guys waiting for the bathroom?" the cashier asked in a disinterested voice. "Someone's been in there for a while. I dunno who."

Wolf narrowed his eyes, and Rocket piped up, "Well, go get 'em out, then!"

"Manager says I'm not allowed," the cashier replied with a noncommittal shrug.

Getting up from his seat, Rocket walked over to the bathroom door and hammered a fist on it. "Hey! Get off your phone and let me in!" he demanded.

"Piss off, I'm a paying customer!" came a voice from inside. "I can take as long as I want!"

"When I get my hands on you, I'm gonna make you regret it!" Rocket snarled.

"Then I'm not coming out until you're gone!" the voice replied with an air of finality.

"Nice move," Wolf remarked, rolling his eyes.

Fox groaned and slumped a bit in his seat, and Wolf felt a tiny bit of triumph at seeing him squirm about, reaching between his legs to hold his crotch – at least until Wolf felt a similar pang in his bladder and crossed his legs, but this time, Fox took notice.

"Not doing so well either, Wolf?" Fox quipped.

"Tch, I can still hold it," Wolf said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Rocket banged on the bathroom door again to no avail and slunk back to the seats, grumbling insults under his breath. "Okay, no, I got another idea," he said as he dug into his pockets, pulling out his phone. "There's gotta be somewhere else around here..."

Fox leaned over to look at the map Rocket brought up, though Rocket was having a bit of trouble trying to use it one-handed. His other hand was held firmly between his legs as he shifted in his seat non-stop, wiggling around from side to side constantly and occasionally grunting under his breath. Not that the other two were doing a whole lot better, but Rocket clearly had the worst of it.

"Huh? Oh, you've gotta be kiddin' me," Rocket blurted out after a moment, "There's been a public toilet right around the corner this whole time!" He snatched up his phone and started to scoot out from his seat as Fox did the same to make it easier for Rocket to get out. "Come on, let's go!" Rocket declared without waiting for other of them, hurrying out through the front doors.

Rocket led them away from the coffee shop and around the corner, though it was difficult for all of them to walk with how desperate they were. The trio drew looks from passersby since all three of them were holding themselves between the legs as they ran awkwardly, doubly so with Rocket keeping both hands on his crotch. Fortunately, not only was the small concrete building real, but there were only three other people in the queue ahead of them for it, one of which got inside just before they reached the back of the line.

Wolf panted a bit after they came to a stop. "Think I should wave my gun around to clear out the queue?" he asked the others.

"I'll take you down myself if you do," Fox threatened.

"Don't get us arrested, I don't want to be pissin' myself in the back of a cop car," Rocket groaned. He was practically doing a jig in place as he kept dancing from one foot to the other, both hands between his legs, hopping about as he made every effort to hold on long enough for some relief.

Fox didn't reply, bouncing on the spot, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as the door opened again and the queue moved forward a spot. "We're almost there, just hold on a bit longer," he urged Rocket, even though he was taking heavy breaths while constantly adjusting the grip on his own crotch through his pants.

Wolf managed to remain stoic on the outside, keeping his breathing steady, but on the inside his bladder was screaming for its release, and he had his legs crossed and pressed together tightly, squirming around on the spot. He didn't care if anyone saw him at this point, he just wanted to get inside. It only took a minute for the door to open again, but it was an agonizingly long minute, especially with Rocket in front of him giving more groans and whimpers while hopping about on the spot from his mounting desperation.

"Please be quick or I'm not gonna make it!" Rocket called out just as the door closed, leaving him at the front of the queue.

Wolf glanced over, giving some serious thought to sneaking into the other half of the concrete prefab that held the women's toilet, but the line there was even longer. Besides, that would be showing weakness around his greatest adversary, and from the way Fox was panting and squirming, bending his knees repeatedly as he bounced in place with both hands on his loins, there was a good chance Wolf might get to see his rival humiliated. That was worth sticking around for.

The door opened up again and the tiger who had been inside stepped out. "All yours," he told Rocket, moving aside.

"Oh, yes!" Rocket cried out – only to get shoved aside.

In a flash, a large reptilian man pushed past the entire queue and barged into the bathroom, knocking Rocket out of the way as he groaned out "Oh man I've really gotta go!" and slammed the door shut behind him.

Rocket lost his balance and fell onto his ass on the pavement, reflexively sticking his arms out as he fell over – and without his grip on his crotch any more, he couldn't contain the pressure in his bladder. "Wait, shit, no!" Rocket moaned out as he lost control and started blasting the insides of his jumpsuit with urine, soaking the crotch through in moments. Even after putting his hands back over his loins, closing his legs, and gripping hard, he couldn't stop the flow, and was left to groan and squirm on the pavement as a puddle began to form underneath him from the urine soaking through the seat of his jumpsuit.

It didn't help that the man who had pushed past them let out such a loud groan of satisfaction from inside of the stall that they could all hear it outside, accompanied by the incredibly loud splashing of liquid audible through the bathroom door. Combined with Rocket losing it, Fox reached his limit and gripped himself tighter to no avail. A dark stain appeared on his tan pants as he groaned out, the patch of urine spreading down the insides of both of his pant legs as he wet himself, eventually reaching the bottom of his pant legs where it dripped down onto the ground and started to stain the concrete.

At any other time, Wolf would have been laughing and mocking Fox, but he was almost at his limit too. Rocket was groaning and the golden rain of droplets from Fox's pants had picked up to a pair of smaller streams as the fabric was saturated completely, all of the sights and sounds making it hard to hold on. Wolf felt a squirt of piss escape him, splashing inside his leather pants, but unlike the other two he got it back under control before any more could be spilled – however, he couldn't hide his need any longer, and began dancing on the spot as he fought to keep his bladder contained. Both hands squeezed tightly, the wetness around his sheath making it harder to hold on, only one foot on the ground at any time as he hopped back and forth, gritting his teeth...

In the end, it wasn't enough. With a growl of frustration, another splash of piss burst free into his pants, and a heartbeat later the rest of the deluge poured forth. Wolf groaned as he felt the heat of his piss cascading down his legs, soaking his fur through, and though his leather pants concealed the spill at first, all too soon it was dripping through the bottom of them into his boots. Even though nobody could see it, it was obvious that he hadn't made it, as his whole body shuddered and he groaned out again angrily. It was a small consolation that he had, at least, held on longer than Fox.

Rocket ran dry first on account of his smaller size and struggled to get back to his feet, leaving a puddle behind on the ground, followed by Fox and eventually Wolf once their bladders were empty. The three of them said nothing, embarrassed by their accidents, starting to walk off in silence when the door to the bathrooms was flung open by its occupant. "Phew, that was close! I almost had an accident!" the reptilian declared, oblivious to the glares of Fox, Wolf and Rocket as he wandered off.
