"Duuuuuuuust, I'm tiiiiiiiiiired." Fidget's voice cut through the air as she flew a couple of feet behind the cat who was running ahead of her. "Can't see why, I'm the one who's been running everywhere." Dust calmly replied. The two of them were heading through the forests back towards the town, and it had been 'getting' dark some time ago; now, it actually was dark, with only glowing flora and occasional fireflies keeping them guided, though the clear moon helped with that as well. "I've been FLYING everywhere!" Fidget said crossly, folding her arms. "Even when you stop to take a look around, I have to keep flapping my wings to stay up." "Maybe you should ride on my shoulder." Came the nonchalant response as Dust came to a halt, looking ahead. Or at least, Fidget assumed he was; it was hard to tell precisely where he was looking with that ridiculously large hat he always wore. "Hey! I am not some kind of bird! Is this because I drank all the water? You should have brought more than one water skin!" "Yes, it's clearly my fault that you didn't prepare accordingly." Dust's deadpan voice didn't do much to hide the sarcasm in his tone. "I should have carried enough water for two people, and maybe a picnic basket as well." "A picnic would have been nice." Fidget mumbled, fuming quietly to herself for a few seconds before piping up again. "Are we there yet?" "Actually, yes." Dust responded as he started walking again. "The town's just up ahead." "Finally!" Fidget was excited again, flapping her wings hard to keep up with Dust. "I was about to have you carry me the rest of the way." "I already carry one of you around." Dust reached into his jacket and took out the handmade Fidget doll, waving it for emphasis. "Duuuuuuuust!" Fidget huffed in frustration at the sight of the doll, balling her hands into fists. "I can't believe you still HAVE that!" "I did say I'd carry it with me forever." He kept ahead of her to hide his smile; sometimes it was just too much fun to rib his traveling companion, but sometimes she just really deserved it. "Hmph! Let's just get to the inn already." -------------------- Things got better from there, at least in Fidget's opinion; there was a room available, and the innkeeper only charged them for a single on account of her tininess. It was a simple room with one bed, wooden walls with small rectangular windows near the ceiling, and a smooth stone floor, but it certainly beat sleeping outside. It only had a minimal amount of additional furniture in the form of some bedside tables and a vase that didn't even have any flowers in it, but as far as Fidget was concerned, it was sheltered and had bedding, and that was all that mattered. Fidget stole one of the pillows off the bed as soon as they got inside and set it down on the table, making an impromptu bed for herself, sitting down on it to let her wings rest as Dust removed his pack and took off his jacket, tossing it alongside the overstuffed pack on the floor. He also rested Ahrah against the wall; the sword had complained the first time Dust had done that, until Dust simply set it down directly on the floor, and after that Ahrah was willing to settle for being propped on something instead. "Whew! I'm beat." Fidget exclaimed as she stretched her arms over her head, curling up on her pillow. "Yeah, me too." Dust replied, the edge in his voice from earlier gone now that they had arrived and rest was before them. "Goodnight, Fidget." "Goodnight, Dust." The nimbat replied, glancing over at him - the cat had climbed into bed without removing anything more than his sandals, his overly large hat covering his face still. "You look ridiculous." Fidget muttered under her breath, before curling up and settling in to sleep. With the ache in her wings going away, Fidget could feel a different ache bringing itself to her attention; all the water she'd drunk earlier had led to her now having a full bladder, but she just curled up with more determination, intending to take care of it in the morning. After a few more minutes, she drifted off to sleep, dreaming about flying above the clouds. Unfortunately, she didn't make it to morning, her dreams dissipating as her needs woke her up a few hours later. She grumbled and rolled about on her pillow, trying to get back to sleep with her legs crossed - the pillow was comfortable, and didn't want to get up. But after a few fruitless minutes of trying to ignore the pangs in her belly, she rubbed her eyes and opened them, looking around the room with the large green orbs. It was still the middle of the night, but the moon was lighting the room through the windows. Dust was still asleep; it didn't look like he had moved at all, with his hat still over his head. Fidget grumbled to herself as she very grudgingly stretched her wings, flexing them a few times before standing up on the pillow and taking to the air, flying over to the door handle. She'd just go outside and... She tugged on the door handle, but it didn't budge. Frowning, the nimbat pushed harder, to no avail, whacking it once with her hand and immediately regretting the action. Rubbing her sore hand with the other, she instead stood on the door handle, and when it only shifted a little, she tried to jump up and down on it. On the third hop on the narrow piece of metal, it suddenly shifted downwards partway, and she slipped off and fell, letting out a surprised "Eep!" and flaring out her wings in reflex, slowing her descent but not enough to stop her from faceplanting into a heap on the straw mat at the door. "Stupid door and its stupid handle not made to let small creatures out." She muttered to herself as she got to her feet and dusted herself off, staring up at the door handle, then glaring at it angrily as if to force it open through sheer force of will. "Well, fine then. You win this round, door." Sulking, she headed back to the pillow and curled up on it to try and sleep until morning. After several minutes of tossing and turning with her legs pressed together, though, she sat back up, knowing she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep until she could empty her bladder; as a small creature she didn't have a big one, and she'd drunk a lot of water during the trip. She got back down and looked under the bed, but irritatingly enough there wasn't a chamber pot - most likely the inn just had an outhouse outside. There was nothing for it: she'd have to wake up Dust and admit to her predicament so that he would let her outside. He'd tease her about it, and probably make allusions to her being like a house pet, but there weren't any other options. With a jump and a few flaps of her wings, Fidget got onto the bed next to Dust and poked his shoulder. Then, when he didn't respond, she put both hands on him and started shaking. "Mmh... wha... what is it, Fidget?" Dust muttered sleepily from under his hat as he stirred. "I need you to open the door." Fidget said, trying not to let her desperation show in her voice as she crouched by him with her legs crossed. "Wha... why?" came his confused reply. "Open it yourself." "I can't! I'm not heavy enough for that big handle." She grabbed his shoulder again, leaning in closer. "Dust, please, I need to... go outside." "In the middle of the night?" "Yes! I need to... you know..." "No, I don't, Fidget. Go back to sleep." He started to turn away from her, and she grabbed his shoulder again. "Duuuuust! You are so dense-" Huffing in frustration, Fidget swallowed her pride. "I have to pee!" she blurted out, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Reaching up with one hand, he used his thumb to lift his hat ever so slightly, peering at her from under it. "Can't imagine why," he replied sarcastically, "It couldn't possibly be that you drank your way through an entire waterskin." "Dust, I'm serious!" Fidget protested, even as Dust lowered his hat back over his face. "I really have to go!" "And I'm really tired. It's your own fault anyway. Just hold it until morning, and maybe pace yourself next time." "Wha- Dust!" Fidget exclaimed, shaking him again, then shoving, and finally hitting him in the shoulder. But he didn't respond, and a few seconds later she heard him snoring from under his oversized hat. Her eyes narrowed and she folded her arms, glaring at his hat intensely. Before she could make a remark or try to wake him again, she felt a cramp and pressed her legs together, a hand moving between her legs to hold herself. She didn't have time to argue with him; she needed to find a place to go, and she needed it now. If she couldn't get out of the room, then she'd just have to find somewhere in the room to relieve herself instead. Ignoring Dust - the jerk - she cast her eyes around the room, having adjusted to the low light, now able to see most of it clearly. The floor was just hard stone, so if she went in the corner it would leave a puddle, and she didn't want to end up standing in it - it wasn't easy for her to go while flying. Not to mention it would be loud, and she didn't want Dust to wake up and find out, or she'd never hear the end of it. The vase on the table? No, surely the innkeeper would find out, and it wasn't HIM she was mad at. She was mad at Dust; she had half a mind to squat on his pack and soak it... but she knew he was really just teasing her, and he would get *actually* mad at her if she did that. But still, his pack was right there, maybe Dust had some jars or bottles in his pack that she could use. Or maybe she- Gritting her teeth as she felt another cramp, she flapped her wings to take to the air, both hands between her legs. No, it would have to be the vase, she didn't have time to look for anything else. It was a tall and slender thing, but fortunately her being so small worked to Fidget's advantage for once. The lip of the vase curved back downward, allowing her to gently lower herself onto the rim by flapping her wings more slowly, though it started to wobble precariously and she reached out to steady herself on the wall, legs wrapped around the top of the vase and squeezing it tightly. After a couple of seconds to make sure she was steady, she glanced back at Dust to make sure he was still asleep and shifted her legs to a more comfortable spread position, one hand resting on the wall to support her weight and stop her from tipping the vase over. The vase opening wasn't very wide - probably intended just to hold fresh-cut flowers - but she had her pussy positioned over it, ready to go, and it would do. Finally, she relaxed, exhaling as her muscles unclenched and allowed a narrow stream of almost-clear urine to gush from the tiny opening near the top of her slit. She couldn't help but let out an "Aaah..." as she finally got her relief, tipping her head back, staring up at the ceiling with her solid green eyes. Wiggling her toes with a happy sigh, she listened to the thankfully very faint hissing sound of her piss striking the inner side of the vase, where it ran down the porcelain and pooled at the bottom. "Oh, that feels so good." Fidget muttered to herself, careful not to move -too- much lest she tip over the vase. Even though she was small, her urethra was just as small, so it took her a while to empty her bladder, letting her revel in the feeling of relief, the sound of her pee hitting the vase changing in pitch as the fluid level within it rose. Keeping a watchful eye on Dust just in case he stirred, she smiled to herself in the dimly-lit room, glad that she wouldn't have to try and hold it until morning. Finally, her stream trickled to a stop, the last few drops falling downward and splashing into the pool of her urine at the bottom, thankfully quietly. Clenching her muscles, Fidget forced out a few more squirts before she was completely empty, only to realize a predicament: she had nothing in range to wipe herself with. At least she wasn't in quite such a rush, as she cast another glance around the room, eyes falling on Dust's jacket, which he had tossed next to his pack. No longer quite so panicked, she took a few moments to think about it this time, before a devious grin crossed her face. She knew what to do. Flapping her wings steadily to very carefully lift off from the vase, she managed to avoid disaster despite having to grab the lip of it to make sure it didn't tip over. She flew to Dust's jacket and reached into the inside pocket, her paw grasping something soft and vaguely fuzzy; pulling it out, she was soon face-to-face with the button eyes of a doll caricature of herself. "Want to carry a copy of me around forever, huh?" Fidget said under her breath, lowering the doll and pressing it between her legs, rubbing its lower belly against her pussylips to wipe clean the last drops of her pee. "Then I'll do you a favor and at least let it smell just like the real thing!" Once cleaned, she stuffed the doll back into Dust's jacket pocket, and turned around to- The nimbat froze, wings extended, about to take off. Slowly, she turned her head to look at the sword propped against the wall, that she had managed to completely forget about, the runes along its blade pulsing as it 'spoke' into her mind. Fidget narrowed her eyes and flapped over to Ahrah, folding her arms as she spoke quietly to avoid waking Dust. "Hey, I didn't see YOU offering to help let me out of the room!" "Exactly! Don't act all high and mighty just because you don't have to... do the things living creatures do." She huffed and looked away from him with her arms folded, then thought of something and turned back to Ahrah. "And don't you dare tell Dust about this. Or I'll... I'll..." she trailed off. How exactly would she punish a sword? But then it came to her in a flash: "Or I'll pee on YOU next time." Fidget smirked. "I can feel myself filling up again already." She said, quiet and deadpan. Ahrah responded, runes pulsing a little less brightly. Smiling to herself, Fidget went back to the pillow, kneading it a bit with her paws and feet before curling up on it and settling in to go back to bed... she suddenly heard the sword remark conversationally,