Makayla's ears flicked as she heard the turn signal come on with its rhythmic clicking, but she didn't look up from her phone. Instead, she continued her conversation with her friends about a TV series they were watching, the jaguar's fingers tapping back and forth across the bottom of the screen. Casually dressed in a blue skirt and a light blue short-sleeved shirt for the late summer weather, she flicked her tail-tip in time to the music playing on the car radio, leaning into the back of the seat.

In front of her in the driver's seat, Alex brought the car to a stop and waited patiently for the light to change, the male jaguar's fingers drumming on the steering wheel. She was still getting used to having a family servant; it still didn't feel quite right, but Alex insisted that it paid well and had far better conditions than a minimum wage job. "I'm better off delivering you than delivering pizzas," he had joked. She certainly couldn't fault his enthusiasm.

The light turned green and Alex pulled forward, turning the car. The GPS on the dashboard chirped in its synthesized voice, "Your destination is on the right in – point five – miles."

Makayla glanced up and then back to her phone, tapping out a quick goodbye to her friends before slipping her phone into her purse. Alex pulled into the parking lot of a small clinic, where plenty of spaces were available since it was the middle of a weekday. Pretty soon, she too would be stuck in the daily commute, at least for a little while, doing an internship. She'd already gotten a conditional offer so long as she passed a drug test, which didn't worry her at all – she'd never taken any drugs in her life.

"Here we are," Alex announced, turning off the engine but leaving the radio on. "Do you want me to stay out here?"

"Yes, thank you, it won't take long," Makayla told him as she unbuckled her seatbelt with one hand, the other picking up the form next to her that had the date and time and appointment number on it. All they had to do was draw blood or whatever it was, and then she'd be on her way back home. "We're a little early, but that's never a bad thing."

Looking at her in the rear-view mirror, he gave her a nod. "I'll be here, then."

She opened up the rear door and got out, slinging her purse over one shoulder and straightening her long black hair a little as she walked up to the door, squinting from the bright sunlight. Going inside, she arrived at the front desk with a waiting area, with only one other person in the seats waiting their turn ahead of her.

The receptionist was on the phone, so Makayla stood and waited in front of her while the fox behind the counter worked. A minute later the fox lady finished and hung up, turning to Makayla with a smile. "Hi, can I help you?"

Makayla held out the printed form. "I'm here for a drug test."

"Let me see..." The receptionist took the paper and gave it a quick glance before typing into her computer and waiting a moment. After confirming the appointment existed, she had Makayla show her some ID and answer some questions about herself before she was satisfied. "Take a seat over there, I'll let them know you're here."

"Thank you," Makayla replied before taking a seat in one of the cheap chairs by the window. There was a stack of magazines, but she simply took her phone out and continued her conversation with the others.

[Makayla] Back for now.
[Chloe] That was quick!
[Makayla] I'm waiting in line.
[Chloe] Oh? What're you doing?
[Anna] Getting your driver's license?
[Chloe] Concert tickets? :o
[Anna] Plane tickets?
[Chloe] Another holiday???

Makayla snorted at the sudden storm of rapid-fire messages from the two vixens and their overactive imaginations while she typed out her next message.

[Makayla] I'm just taking a drug test for my interhsip.
[Makayla] *internship
[Makayla] Nothing exciting.
[Chloe] Yeah, that's boring.
[Anna] Better than getting your license.
[Anna] I had to wait 2 hours!
[Makayla] This should be quick.
[Makayla] It's just a blood test, right?
[Chloe] Uh... no? :p
[Anna] lol
[Anna] She doesn't know.
[Chloe] lol

Makayla's brow furrowed, but before she could type an inquiry, she heard the receptionist calling for her. "Makayla?"

"Oh, yes," the jaguar replied, looking up.

"They're ready for you," the fox behind the counter informed her, pointing to a pair of double-doors. "Just go through and go right. You'll have to leave your purse here, I can give it back to you when you come out."

Makayla returned her phone to her purse and got up, trying to push aside her concerns. So what if she didn't know what the test involved? Maybe it would be one of those saliva tests? She'd heard something about hair once, maybe that would be it? It didn't matter; she was the one taking it, not giving it, so they'd give her instructions. Turning over her purse, she watched the receptionist put it into a drawer under her desk out of sight for safekeeping, then headed inside.

The directions took her into a small room with no door containing some medical equipment and a weasel man wearing a labcoat, who turned away from the computers to look at her. "Makayla?" he asked.

"Yes, that's me," she confirmed.

He turned to a small collection of bright orange, semi-transparent plastic sample containers behind him with pre-printed labels, scanning over them until he found the right one. "Here you are," he said as he picked it up and held it out to her. "The bathroom is just down the hall and on your left," he added, pointing with one hand.

Puzzled, Makayla asked, "The... bathroom?"

"Yes," the man replied, giving her a questioning look.

She hesitated. Was this the right test? "I'm here for a drug test..." she began, and he simply nodded. There was nothing for it: she had no clue what was going on. Embarrassed, she admitted, "I've never done one of these before, what do I have to do...?"

"Ah," he said simply, straightening up a bit. "We just need a urine sample. You only need to fill the container to the red mark on the side, then screw the lid on tightly."

Makayla's cheeks flushed and she glanced aside in embarrassment. "It's not a blood test...?"

"Not in this case, no." Perhaps noticing her unease, he went on, "We process dozens of these every day, miss. It's nothing to worry about. Just take the container to the bathroom, fill it, and bring it back, then you'll be on your way."

"I, er... yes," she mumbled, starting to leave.

"Oh, and remember that the water is shut off," he said as she began to exit, making her stop. "You won't be able to flush or use the sink."

She froze in place, for a moment; she wanted to ask why, but if she blushed any harder it would start showing up through her fur. Deciding it would be better to just leave, she mumbled a quick "Thank you" just so she could move on quickly, hurrying off and forgetting the doctor's directions – was he a doctor? A nurse? A researcher? It didn't matter – from how flustered she was. Fortunately there was a sign outside of the bathroom, so she quickly walked over and pushed open the door, closing and locking it behind her with the empty sample cup clutched tightly in one hand.

It was a single unisex bathroom with extra space and a railing by the toilet for someone in a wheelchair to use. It also had a plain sink and mirror and a paper towel dispenser instead of a hand dryer, with a bin underneath. The walls had simple black tiles and the floor white, and it was otherwise a very plain and simple bathroom.

Taking a moment, she drew deep breaths to try and calm herself down. She could do this. Dozens of people did it every day like he said, right? She wasn't going to be stopped by something so simple. Surely every employee at the company had to do this too. It would be easy.

Her momentary confidence vanished as she lifted up the cup and took a closer look at it and the mark on the side. It was tiny! And the mark was only halfway up! And if she couldn't flush, did they just expect her to stop partway? Who designed this test? Then she realized something even worse: the cup wasn't just small, but narrow too. How was she meant to fill it up without getting pee all over the place? Couldn't they at least have given her a funnel or something? Her friends would have had an easier time of it than her, since they didn't have the wild spray she did...

Her friends! No, having to admit the situation she was in would be humiliating. But what about Hannah? Hannah was her best friend, and she could trust the husky with something like this... but Hannah was at work, and she couldn't rely on getting a quick reply. If she took too long, surely the staff would suspect something. Even worse, they might come in on her. Still, it was worth a try, so she reached to her side... and grasped at nothing.

She had left her purse at the desk. Of course! "Ugh..." she groaned quietly, slumping against the door for a brief moment. Now what?

Hoping they had forgotten, she reached out and turned the cold water tap on the sink, but nothing happened when she did so she turned it back. There was water in the toilet bowl, but presumably nothing in the cistern, and something had been put in the water to turn it blue.

Makayla took another few deep breaths to try and calm herself again. She would have to just... do it. She wasn't Sydney, though, so she couldn't go standing up. Setting the sample cup on the edge of the sink, she stood by the toilet and reached under her skirt to slide down the black silk panties she was wearing underneath. Once they were around her ankles, she sat on the toilet seat, then tugged her skirt up and tucked it into its own waistband to keep it out of the way. That was one problem dealt with, but...

Taking the sample cup, she unscrewed the lid and gave the container another look. It had not miraculously grown to a usable size. She'd just have to hold it as close as she could and hope for the best...

Spreading her legs apart, she lowered the sample cup and brought it close to her slit. She tried pressing the rim of the cup up against herself, but the plastic was cold and uncomfortable against her exposed loins, especially the little bit of sensitive bare flesh it pressed against, and she quickly moved it back a tiny bit.

She was about to try and relax when she remembered she had to only fill it up a certain amount. How was she meant to do that? She tried bending over, but her body blocked out the light from above and made it harder to see. If she'd had her phone she could have used the light on it. With some wiggling about she found a way to sit partly sideways on the seat that would let her hold the sample cup level and still be able to see the mark. It was as close to the top of her slit as she could get it reasonably, so she would just have to hope for the best...

Stressed as she was, it took several moments for her to relax enough to start relieving herself. Just taking deep breaths in and out, listening to the hum of the fluorescent light above her, and the whirr of a fan in the ceiling. She felt the little tingle that marked the start of her release and exhaled, glad that this would be over soon.

But her urine came out in a spray of droplets, as it always did. She saw and heard it hitting the sample container – both inside and outside. She shuddered in displeasure, cringing as she felt the wet warmth soak into her fingers as urine ran down the side of the container, and she almost dropped it in reflex. Piss dripped off the sample container and into the bowl, droplets splashing in the blued water below her.

With bared teeth she held the cup in place exactly as long as it took for her to fill it to the red mark on the side. With a growl, she cut off her stream and all but slammed the sample cup onto the edge of the sink, holding it down while her other hand screwed the cap in place. The last thing she needed was to knock it over and have it spill, so she screwed it on as hard as she could. If they had trouble getting it off, that was their problem.

She had enough problems of her own: her right hand was a mess, her fingertips all soaked and parts of her fingers wet too from where her pee had spread. She felt an uncomfortable sensation in her loins from having cut off her piss early, and she had also made a mess of the seat, the floor and the sink from the excess urine dripping off the sample cup. Only by some small miracle had her panties been spared; she didn't need to have to try and get rid of those on top of everything else.

In disgust, she held her wet hand out to the side and shook it, only realizing afterwards that she only made a bigger mess of the floor and even the nearby wall by doing so. The paper towel dispenser was out of reach. There was toilet paper nearby, but she had gotten some droplets further than she could reach.

Another frustrated growl ripped from her throat. It was their fault for making her go through this ridiculous process. Normally she wouldn't have even considered leaving an unflushed toilet for someone else to deal with if they'd know it was her, but in this case, they'd given her no choice, and she didn't want to have to hold it all the way home. She was about to change positions on the seat when she spotted the wet droplets on it again, so she remained where she was, glaring at the drops of urine as if they might jump at her if she looked away. Relaxing her lower body, she soon began pissing again, clenching her muscles a bit to try and force it out just to get it over with faster.

Her spray of urine showered heavily into the bowl and filled the entire room with the mixed sounds of splashing water and pee ringing off porcelain, completely drowning out the hissing of her spray, but she was beyond caring. She kept her wet right hand extended and held out as far away from her as she could, while her left arm rested on her leg. Did every woman who came here have to go through this? It was humiliating!

She glared again at the nearby messes, gradually calming down a little as she emptied her bladder into the bowl below, forming a plan. As soon as she was done she would clean up. It was for a job, after all, and she had to remain professional. But if not for the fact that they would know who had made the mess, she would have just left it all there for them to deal with.

As soon as her spray ran dry, she clenched her muscles to make sure she got out every last drop with a few more brief sprays of urine. Annoyed, she grabbed onto the end of the roll of toilet paper and ripped off more than she really needed, wiping between her legs and then drying up the tiny puddles on the seat before tossing the toilet paper into the bowl under her. Standing up, she tugged her panties back up with her left hand only, which made it more awkward, then quickly cleaned up the droplets on the wall and floor with more toilet paper that joined the rest in the toilet bowl. From force of habit she pushed the lever on the toilet, but nothing happened, and she moved on.

The sample cup was soaking wet, and she grimaced. Hopefully it wouldn't render it unusable. For that, she tore some paper towels from the dispenser and dried the cup as much as she could, wiping up the puddle around it on the surface of the sink. She did her best to dry her hand as well, tossing the paper towels into the bin, and hoped that it would be good enough.

Collecting herself and trying to keep a calm expression, she held the sample cup in her right hand and left, heading back to the doctor or whatever-he-was to hand over the cup. He took it and put it in a rack after giving it a glance, but she kept her gaze away from him, embarrassed. Hopefully she had dried it sufficiently.

"Anything else?" she managed to ask brusquely.

"No, that's all," he told her. "You're free to-"

She was already on her way out. At the front desk she immediately went to the hand sanitizer bottle and applied a liberal amount onto her hands, doing her best to try and act normal as she did despite her frustration. Taking extra care to really rub it into the fingers of her right hand, she kept rubbing until it had evaporated completely before standing directly in front of the receptionist expectantly.

"My purse," Makayla insisted when the receptionist looked up.

"Oh, yes, here you go," the fox replied, retrieving Makayla's purse and holding it out to her. She nearly snatched it, but managed to restrain herself and take it gently, saying her thanks before leaving and heading back to the car.

Alex was waiting and looked up from his phone when Makayla pulled open the back door, climbing in and tugging it shut. "How'd it go?" he asked her cheerfully.

Makayla took a deep breath as she yanked at the seatbelt. Her pent-up anger and frustration boiled over and she let out an infuriated growl. "It was awful!" she complained, slamming the seatbelt into place. "I thought it would just be a blood test, but it-" she cut herself off for a moment to choose her words. "...it was something worse! I didn't realize I'd have to..." taking a breath, she shook her head. "Only a man could have come up with a test like that."

"Ah," he said sympathetically. "Well... if you're ever unsure about something like this in future, you can always ask me."

"...thanks, I will," she murmured. She almost opened her purse, but she gave her right hand a suspicious look. No, she would wait until she got home and gave her hands a more thorough scrubbing before touching her phone.

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[Anna] lol
[Anna] She doesn't know.
[Chloe] lol
[Sydney] Oh no
[Anna] It's a urine test
[Anna] Have fun peeing in a cup with your spray
[Chloe] Makayla?
[Chloe] Uh oh
[Sydney] I think she already went
[Anna] Oh dear
[Chloe] Welp
[Chloe] Did you have to do one of those, Anna?
[Anna] lol no
[Anna] p. sure one of my coworkers is a stoner
[Anna] fr though those cups are tiny and Makayla's spray... isn't
[Chloe] ikr
[Chloe] Even I'd have a hard time with it :p
[Sydney] I hope she's ok
[Anna] She'll be fine
[Anna] ...right?
[Anna] It's just a pee sample
[Sydney] She's been gone a long time...
[Makayla] Back
[Makayla] I'm fine
[Anna] How'd it go?
[Makayla] Fine.
[Chloe] Oh, good
[Makayla] Anyone remember when Hannah gets off work today?
[Makayla] I need to talk to her
[Anna] 4:00 I think
[Makayla] Thanks
[Chloe] grats on surviving
[Anna] Any fun stories?
[Makayla] No.
[Makayla] Can we talk about something else please?
[Anna] OK
[Chloe] So how are things working out with that cute jaguar guy? :o
[Makayla] What
[Makayla] He's not my boyfriend
[Chloe] But he IS cute :3
[Makayla] Sydney, help me out here
[Sydney] But he is cute
[Makayla] If you say so...
