"Hey, Bartender!" Loona called out over the music playing in the background, "Need a refill over here!" It was late but the bar was still busy, as was to be expected during any time where the drinks were discounted and the tail-end of sports games were playing on the TVs. It wasn't the ideal place, but the hellhound didn't care; she just wasn't in the mood to travel far from her home tonight.

"Don't you think you've had enough?" the bartender called back to her.

Loona narrowed her eyes and put the glass back down with a 'thunk' on the bar's surface. "Do I look fucking drunk?" she snarled rhetorically; it would take a lot more of the piss-water this bar called beer to get her even remotely tipsy. "Give me a refill. Or do you not want my money?"

Relenting, the bartender came over and took her empty beer glass away. Shaking her head, she heard a commotion behind her and turned in her seat to look, but it was just some guys getting excited about the sports game. Nearby, another patron had been staring at her ass, and as their eyes met she shot him a death glare that made him shrink down in his seat. All part of the usual routine in a place like this, sadly, especially when wearing her usual outfit of a ragged crop top and shorts, plus a spiked collar around her neck.

Loona kept her narrowed eyes and slightly bared teeth on the patron long enough for him to look up again, see her, and then quickly turn away, before she finally turned back to the bar, watching the bartender set down her fresh glass of beer. Or 'beer'. It was close enough for her to not care, so she pulled some money out from her wallet and slapped it down on the bar before taking a sip.

As she took out her phone and scrolled through some messages she missed, she shifted a little on the bar stool. Piss-water in definitely meant piss-water out, and after a couple of drinks she needed to go take a leak. It could wait until she got home, though: this place was barely respectable at the best of times and on a busy night like this, even the ladies' room would be a mess.

Halfway through her drink, someone slid into the seat next to her. "Hey there girl, what're you doing all alone-"

"Piss off, creep," Loona snapped without even looking up from her phone.

"Okay, okay," he relented, leaving just as soon as he had come. Her tail flicked and she took another sip from her drink, but the pressure in her belly was getting worse. By the time she had reached the bottom of her glass and caught up on her timeline, the constant fidgeting in her seat to deal with the growing need to piss was getting on her nerves, so she put the glass down with another 'thunk' and shoved her phone into her pocket. In and out, it'd be a couple of minutes at most, she told herself. Striding towards the back of the bar, she ignored another set of shouts from the sports-watchers and pushed open the door to the women's room.

Immediately her nose wrinkled and her lips curled into a snarl, one eye closing completely as the other narrowed. It was a total disaster zone, with puddles and wet paper towels forming a minefield on the floor for anyone who wanted to walk inside. Graffiti on the walls advertised a wide array of phone numbers and names with their associated sexual favors, and she really didn't want to look in the trashcan to figure out what was making that smell.

Nope, not a chance. She let the door swing closed and fanned a hand in front of her face, shaking her head. The men's room was a couple feet away, but between them was a supply closet, its door left ajar. Pushing it open, she saw shelves of cleaning supplies, paper towels, napkins, and- yes, there. Toilet paper. Perfect.

She swiped a roll from an open package, rolling her eyes. One-ply bullshit, but it'd have to do. Continuing on through the back of the bar, she pushed the bar on the rear exit door and stepped out into the back alley instead. It wasn't much better, but at least it didn't smell like an open sewer. There were some dumpsters, trash bags and cardboard boxes stacked up from the various businesses that shared the alley, and a collection of empty beer bottles and cigarette butts from other patrons who had slipped out the back for one reason or another.

This wasn't a sightseeing tour, though, so Loona walked around just to the other side of the pile of trash bags next to the door, and even then only to get away from the detritus on the ground. Without even bothering to check if there was anyone else around, she turned to face away from the wall, pulling her phone back out from her pocket and keeping the stolen roll of toilet paper tucked under one arm. Undoing her shorts with one hand, she then pulled them off entirely and slung them over her shoulder, not even bothering to fully remove her panties – instead, she left those hanging from her leg ankle as she spread her legs out wide, getting down into a low squat. Anyone walking by could see her, but she didn't care; it wasn't the first time she had elected to piss on the ground, and it wouldn't be the last.

Once in that position, she set the roll down on the ground next to her, then rested her left arm on her leg, her right hand holding her phone in front of her face. Relaxing and opening the floodgates, she kept still as a hard jet of piss blasted almost straight down from her slit and struck the concrete between her legs, some of it spraying off in front of her while the rest flowed towards the center of the alley. The power of her stream meant it hissed loudly on its way out of her, though that was largely drowned out by the splashing of her hot yellow fluid on the ground. A tiny little groan of relief was the only outward emotion she showed, however, otherwise impassively scrolling on her phone as she casually let her piss spray out.

"Hey! Hey lady!" she heard someone call from off to her left, making her ears prick up. "You can't do that here!"

She didn't look up, only raising her left hand to flip her middle finger at them. "Go eat a dick, or I'll bite yours off," she barked out at whoever it was. She wasn't going to get up until she was done. The jet of her urine was only slightly weaker than it had been at the start, still splashing loudly, but it was spreading out further over the concrete, rivers of her piss branching out to make a large and obvious dark stain on the ground. Fuck, cheap beer went through her so quickly. No wonder there was so much of it!

Whoever had called out apparently wasn't that invested in stopping her, as she heard nothing more from them, leaving her to her relief in peace. As she scrolled along on her phone, she finally started to run dry, but once her stream had waned to almost nothing she began clenching, sending out momentary bigger spurts of it to get every last drop out from her, and onto the ground in the alley. Once she had finished pissing she remained where she was for a moment, squatting down with her pussy exposed, until she finished reading the social media post she was on. Only then did she turn off her phone, grabbing the roll of toilet paper in her left hand, tucking her phone under her left arm to free up her right hand.

Pulling off a long strip of the cheap material, she hastily folded it over and rubbed her pussy dry before tossing it aside, grabbing the roll again for a second long strip again a moment later just for good measure. With no further use for it, she tossed the rest of the roll aside and stood back up, uncaring as the toilet paper unrolled through part of her puddle as it bounced along the ground, making an even bigger mess. Quickly, she pulled her panties back up and put her shorts back on, then stuffed her phone back into her pocket.

With her piss break over, she tugged on the back door of the bar, opening it up and slipping back inside. On the way, she brushed past another patron who was on his way out to smoke – and would undoubtedly notice the giant wet stain of hellhound piss on the ground and all the wet toilet paper. But who gave a fuck if he did? Certainly not her.

Settling back into her seat at the bar, Loona raised her glass again and shook it. "Hey, bartender! Gimme another!"