"Anna?"

"Oh, that's me!" the red fox called out, raising her hand and turning towards the counter and the barista behind it. Taking the coffee cup with a nod and a "Thank you," she turned back to the arctic fox standing beside her to continue her conversation. "So like, Makayla just got this suuuuuper serious look in her eyes and like, you know that thing people do, where they pretend they're not mad but it's really obvious they're mad?"

"Yeah," Chloe responded, nodding back to her friend.

"Yeah, like, she just puts the little chalk cube down but like way too hard and you can hear her do it, without breaking eye contact with this guy, and just holds her pool cue with the base on the floor like, uh, like a spear, like you know how warriors do in like comics and stuff..." seeing Chloe nod, Anna nodded back and went on, "Anyway, she straight up asks him what he wants to bet on it. Now, he's a little surprised-"

"Chloe?"

It was Chloe's turn to turn and raise her hand. "Here!" she called out, approaching the counter and taking the plastic cup of iced coffee with a smile and a word of thanks, grabbing some extra napkins before heading out of the coffee shop with Anna.

Together they walked down the sidewalk, a cool breeze contrasting with the hot August weather. Both foxes were dressed for it with a matching pair of white t-shirts with the logo of a band they both liked, while Anna had a lavender skirt and Chloe wore a black one. Their summer break wouldn't last too much longer before they had to head off to university, so they were making the most of it, taking every chance they could get to go out somewhere together.

Taking a large sip of her iced coffee, Chloe glanced over to Anna. "Much better. I don't know how you can drink coffee in this weather."

"Why not?" Anna asked, shrugging.

"It's like 90 degrees out!" Chloe retorted, gesturing vaguely skyward with her free hand.

"Yeah, and?" Anna replied, "You'd still drink iced coffee when there's snow out."

Chloe giggled and took another sip. "Maybe I just don't want to wait for it to cool down."

"You eat ice cream in December," Anna teased.

"Well yeah, ice cream is always good," Chloe said with a grin, swishing her tail. "Anyway, what happened with Makayla?"

"Oh, right. Well, I think the guy knew he might have bitten off more than he could chew, because he tried to back out of it, saying he'd 'hate to take her money'," Anna continued, making an air-quote gesture with her left hand, "and I think that just made her angrier. His friends thought it was a riot though, they were in the back laughing the whole time. Long story short, she won the bet and $20. You should have seen her!"

Chloe laughed and snorted in amusement at the story. "Oh, wow! Yeah, she's real good. I know she has that huge pool table in the basement at her house. She must've been playing on it for, like, ever."

Anna shook her head and corrected, "No, that's a snooker table."

"Well, okay, same thing."

"No, no, they're different," Anna insisted. "I asked her about it once. She said the pockets on a snooker table are smaller and the table is lower," she explained, making gestures with her left hand as she did.

"Huh! TIL," Chloe conceded, reaching out and pushing the button for a crosswalk.

"Yeah, that's what I said," Anna joked, then burst into giggles alongside the other vixen.

Together they made their way over to a public park and found a bench to sit at while they drank, continuing to talk about things they'd been up to with their other friends, TV shows, their plans for the rest of the summer break, and musings about university. Since it was a weekday, the park was fairly empty, with just a handful of people passing through now and then, plus a single group of cyclists that zipped past the foxes.

Eventually, Anna stretched her arms over her head, fishing her phone out of her pocket to glance at the screen. "Okay, we should head back soon," she stated, putting the phone away again, "I need to go home and have, like, an actual lunch before I go to work."

"Aww, all right," Chloe replied, getting up from her seat. "Let me just make a quick pit stop before we leave."

"Same," Anna agreed. Tossing their empty cups in a nearby trashcan, they made their way over to a small prefabricated concrete building near one side of the park, the only notable feature other than the benches and the foot and bike paths. Chloe entered first with Anna right behind, going through the little S-bend at the very front to get into the bathroom itself. It wasn't very large, with only two stalls, two sinks and one hand dryer, but it would do.

Or at least, that was what Chloe thought until she noticed one of the stalls was shut and had a sign on the front of it. "Oh. Well, I'll go first, I won't take too long."

"What? No, let me go first, I need to get home before work," Anna protested.

"You've got time!" Chloe insisted, turning around to face the other fox.

"And you have even more! Come on, let me go first, I never know how bad the traffic is going to be."

"Okay, fine!" Chloe gave in, stepping to the side. "Man, this was so much easier at Larch Falls when we could just go wherever we wanted."

Anna gave a giggle at the memory of their camping trip. "Hey, nothing's stopping you from just peeing on the floor!" she teased.

Chloe chuckled a bit as well and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, go do what you need to do already since you wanted to be first," she said, gesturing to the stall door. But Anna just grinned at her widely, her orange and white tail flicking back and forth behind her. "...wait, you're serious, aren't you?"

"Why not? Maybe it'll finally convince the city to fix the toilet," Anna pointed out.

Chloe gave a small whine, her ears flattening a bit. "But, like, what if someone walks in on us!?"

"I mean, that could have happened while we were camping too..."

In a hushed voice, Chloe insisted, "This is different! We live around here! The campsite was all strangers and people we've never met – someone here could recognize us!"

Anna's grin fell a bit and she glanced around nervously. "Oh, well... uh, there's nobody in that stall, is there?"

Chloe leaned bent down and looked under the door to the stall that was out of order. "Doesn't look like it," she murmured, relaxing a little. "Oh my gosh, Anna, come on. I mean yeah, it was really fun and all and I'll totally do it again if we go back next year, but like, we can't do that here!"

"Yeah, but if you could do it and get away with it, would you?"

"Well, yeah, why not? ...but right now, I don't know if we CAN get away with it."

Anna crept over to the door and through the S-bend, furtively peeking out at the park surrounding the toilets. "Looks clear to me," she said as she came back, keeping her voice low regardless. "If you're quick you could..."

"It's too risky!" Chloe asserted, shaking her head.

"Okay, okay. Go ahead then, you first. I don't want us to be here all day arguing about it."

Chloe let out a sigh of relief. "All right, I won't be long, I promise," she said as she turned around, walking over to the functioning stall and pushing open its door. But just as she did, she heard movement from behind her and, still feeling paranoid, she whipped around on the spot.

It was just Anna, thankfully – and the vixen was sitting on the sink counter with her skirt hiked up and her panties already down to her knees. Chloe stared in disbelief as Anna, still holding her skirt up with both hands, lifted up her legs and spread them out as best she could with her panties around her knees. With a tiny little sigh Anna let loose then and there, a golden stream of liquid gushing from the top of her slit, breaking up on its way towards the floor to rain down on the tile in a shower of droplets.

Chloe gasped and put a hand to her mouth, muffling the "Annaaaaaaaaaaa!" she let out at the sight.

"What?" Anna asked nonchalantly, glancing over towards Chloe, keeping her legs up and her stream going strong, the bathroom filled with the sound of piss striking tile. "Go on then, the stall's all yours."

"Anna, what if-!"

"It'll be my problem, not yours," Anna pointed out, and tipped her head to gesture with her muzzle. "You can have the boring toilet, I'm fine out here." Leaning back a little she let out an exaggerated sigh and glanced downwards, watching the white floor tiles receive a golden showering from her, stray droplets spraying off from the hard surface and making an even bigger mess.

Chloe fidgeted, watching for just a moment longer, then turned and slipped into the stall, closing the door behind her. Anna smirked smugly as she heard the door lock; she'd gotten one over on Chloe, and had some fun in the process. Her tail flicked behind her, brushing against the mirror, and she shifted slightly as she did her best to keep her balance with her legs raised up and her hands holding her skirt. She could just barely see the bottom of Chloe's legs and the socks and sneakers she had on through the gap at the bottom of the stall wall, as the arctic fox turned around and pushed her panties down to her ankles.

But Anna's smirk vanished when she noticed that Chloe wasn't standing directly in front of the toilet, but about a pace away from it. The reason became clear when Chloe's hips descended into view as the arctic fox squatted down low, her ankles still together but with her legs spread out wide. Too fixed on Chloe to notice her own stream drifting off to the side, Anna stared and watched, and a few moments later saw a hard jet of pale urine spray out and strike the tile in front of Chloe.

"Chloeeeee!" Anna gasped out, then subsided into giggles, her stream wobbling a little even as it began to trickle off.

"Whaaaaat?" Chloe replied in a teasing, sing-song voice, "You're not peeking on me, are you, Anna?" Anna couldn't see Chloe's grin, but she could certainly imagine it, as Chloe continued to shower the tile floor in front of her with a hard stream of piss that spread out rapidly from her, flowing through the gaps between tiles like they were channels of a river.

Anna gave a snort, clenching her muscles to force out the last bit of piss in her bladder. "Oh please, anyone could peek on you right now with how low you're squatting," she jibed. "It's almost as bad as Sydney's incident in Junior High."

"True, but at least I'm not sitting on the counter flashing my pussy at anyone who happens to come by, that's definitely worse," Chloe retorted with a giggle. As the puddle in front of her grew larger and larger, she continued, "I'm surprised you didn't just pee in the sink."

"Oh, yeah, I could have done that I guess," Anna mused, giving a shrug even though Chloe couldn't see it. "Um... hey, Chloe?"

"Yeah?" Chloe replied over the sound of her stream splashing against the tile.

"Could you bring me some toilet paper when you're done? I, uh, didn't think that far ahead."

Chloe giggled loudly again, making her stream wobble and splash from side to side a bit. "What, you didn't bring any tissues with you?"

"Who do you think I am, Kaitlyn?" Anna fired back, then chuckled. "Though apparently I should have..."

Chloe let out a sigh as her stream started to weaken, though she held her pose for a bit longer. "Just a minute," Chloe insisted once she had pushed out the last of it, and Anna heard paper ripping before briefly seeing Chloe's hand come into view to wipe her slit dry.

"I'm going to be air-dried by the time you're done," Anna teased.

"Ha, ha. It's actually really hard to keep this pose," Chloe explained. After drying herself, she hesitated; the toilet was right behind her... but she wanted to get one over on Anna, so she dropped the paper and let it fall into her puddle. Chloe then stood up, tugging her panties back up as well, and Anna heard more ripping of paper. "Uh... I didn't think this through either. Pro tip, don't back yourself into a corner and then pee in front of yourself."

Anna snorted and let out a laugh. "We're really out of practice, aren't we?"

Chloe giggled, and Anna heard the stall door unlock. It swung open to reveal Chloe as she very awkwardly stretched out one leg as far as she could, just barely able to clear the puddle of liquid that was spreading out from under the stall dividers, and she stumbled forward as she all but leapt over her pee, clutching a handful of toilet paper.

"Very graceful," Anna remarked mirthfully, holding out a hand.

Chloe pushed the folded toilet paper into Anna's hand and smirked. "I may be a bad, bad girl who pees on the floor, but that doesn't mean I'm clumsy!" she joked.

Anna giggled as she pressed the paper against her slit and wiped off the last bit of moisture from it and the top of her inner thighs. "Mmm, true," Anna agreed, "There's a difference between being bad, and being bad!"

"We're good at being bad, and bad at being good," Chloe retorted to continue the joke, leaning on the edge of the sink counter. "But me? I'm not bad."

Anna snorted and tossed the toilet paper into her own puddle. "Okay, I think that's enough of that," she said with a little chuckle, climbing down from the sink. After that, she turned around and pulled her panties back up, wiggling her hips and flicking her tail for emphasis as she did.

"Why? Are you not good enough? Or not bad enough?" Chloe teased, reaching out for the faucet to turn on the water. "Anyway, we'd better wash our hands, I'm sure Kaitlyn has some kind of, like, supernatural sense for when you don't do it."

"Oh yeah, for sure," Anna agreed, turning on the water at the second sink. "She can detect a single germ from 50 paces away."

"She's not the hero we need, but the one we deserve," Chloe quipped with a giggle.

After washing their hands and quickly drying them, they slipped back out to the park itself, trying to look innocuous. It lasted a whole five seconds before they began giggling again as they walked, whispering to one another. "Oh my gosh, did we really do that?" Anna hissed.

"I know! I can't believe it! It was so fun though," Chloe agreed quietly.

"It was just a tiled floor, no big deal," Anna downplayed, "It's not like it was the inside of a car or something."

"Or a cabin."

"Or a tent."

"Or a porta-potty floor."

"Hey, that wasn't me," Anna said defensively, holding up both hands, palms out in front of her. "Well, okay, it was, but only because Kaitlyn and Hannah made such a mess of it first."

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah-uh!"

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah-uh!..."

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"Uh-huh," Anna's boyfriend remarked offhandedly, clearly disbelieving her story and taking another bite of pizza. It was a bit of an impromptu date, but Anna wasn't going to turn down pizza and a night with her boyfriend. His short blonde hair was a mess, but that wasn't anything different from the usual, and he was dressed casually for the weather in a t-shirt and jeans.

"No, really!" Anna insisted, gesturing for emphasis with her left hand while her right kept hold of her half-eaten slice of pizza, looking across the dining room table at Austin. "It was alllllllll over the floor."

"Mm-hmm," Austin mumbled, the other red fox still evidently unconvinced.

"What, you don't believe me?" Anna pouted a little over-dramatically.

Putting the remnants of the crust on his plate, he brushed away a few stray crumbs off his shirt as he licked his chops. "Oh, I'm sure you did," Austin remarked, "I just have this feeling that you might be exaggerating. You know, like with the card tournament at work."

"I mean, I had to make a deck-builder tournament exciting somehow," Anna admitted with a swish of her tail.

"Or when you tried to tell me about the brawl on Black Friday to get some new shoes..."

"That wasn't far from the truth!" Anna insisted, "You should have seen the crowds! Those people were out for blood."

"Uh-huh. And what about those stories about what happened to Sydney in Junior High?"

"Hey, no, those are the truth. I couldn't make them up if I tried!"

Austin gave a shrug and a little smirk. "I'm just saying, sometimes you tend to exaggerate for dramatic effect."

"I do, but like, this actually happened." Anna tapped on the table with one finger and went on, "It was a really big puddle!"

"You were sitting on the counter the whole time and nobody walked in?" he asked incredulously.

"Yeah! That park's really quiet, especially in the middle of the day."

"I thought you said you couldn't pee that far, anyway."

"Maybe I've gotten some practice since I first tried," Anna remarked with a grin and a swish of her tail. "Want me to show you?"

"Mm, I'll pass, as much as I like seeing you bottomless," he joked. "Anyway, that's almost as unbelievable as the one about the hot tub at the campsite."

Anna rolled her eyes and gave up with a sigh. "Fine, believe me or don't, whatever," she conceded, grabbing the last slice of pizza from the box in the middle of the table. "So, did Seth get out of prison yet?"

Austin gave a snort. "Okay, yeah, he made that whole thing up and I believed him, but that's why I'm more skeptical of ridiculous stories now," he retorted with a chuckle. "Anyway, you want to watch a movie after this?"

"Yeah, sure," Anna replied with a nod. His disbelief annoyed her a little, but not enough to make a big deal out of it. She finished the last of her slice of pizza, and he took the empty pizza box away while she finished up, before coming back to bring the plates over to the kitchen to stick them in the dishwasher. She followed along just to give her hands a quick wash at the kitchen sink, then they headed over to the living room to watch the movie.

It wasn't anything groundbreaking, but as far as superhero flicks went it was good, and Anna found it enjoyable enough, laughing along with Austin at most of the jokes. It clearly hadn't skimped on the special effects budget either. As she watched, Anna lay against Austin's side, and he kept one arm around her, occasionally giving her a rub behind the ears during quiet parts of the movie. In lieu of any popcorn, they had a bag of potato chips open on the coffee table in front of them to share, and Anna occasionally reached out to take one.

But as the movie went on, she began to shift in her seat a little. The soda she had drunk with her pizza was having a predictable effect. Not wanting to interrupt, she toughed it out, but eventually her wiggling and shifting caught Austin's attention. "Need me to pause it?" he asked.

"At the next scene change, yeah," she replied. "I've gotta pee."

Keeping his eyes on the screen, he chuckled a little, giving her a pat with his hand. "In the bathroom?"

She tilted her head to one side and gave him a questioning look. "Well, yeah, where else?"

"You should just go on the floor," he teased jokingly, leaning forward and reaching into the nearly-empty bag of potato chips. "You know, like you did with Chloe, and all those times at the campsite. You've had all that practice, right?"

She rolled her eyes and turned her focus back to the movie. Fortunately she wasn't missing much, since it was mostly a dramatic standoff and very little was being said. She stayed where she was, resting against him, mulling over whether or not to make him eat his words. After a couple minutes of the villain waxing poetic at the captured hero, the scene changed and Austin grabbed the remote from the cushion next to him and paused the movie for her. "There you go," he said, pulling his arm away from her to let her get up. He felt her moving next to him, and he leaned forward to rummage around in the bag for an intact potato chip while he waited.

At least, until he heard the sound of liquid pattering next to him.

Austin straightened back up and turned his head to see what was happening. Anna was still there, sitting right at the very edge of the sofa, with her legs spread out wide, her right hand reaching under her skirt to hold her panties to one side. A somewhat pale yellow stream of her pee was spraying on a mostly downward arch towards the carpet, landing in the middle of an already darkened section of tan fibers. She had her muzzle tipped back and her eyes mostly closed, but when she saw him look over towards her, she lowered her snout a bit and gave him a firm look.

"What are you doing?" he blurted out once he overcame his surprise.

"What?" she replied with a shrug, keeping her stream going, splashing audibly as it saturated the carpet and began forming a puddle. "You told me to go on the floor. So I did."

"I didn't mean for you to ACTUALLY pee on the floor!" Austin protested.

"Then why'd you tell me to?" she countered matter-of-factly, making a point to push her stream out harder for a moment, making the splashing sound louder until she relaxed her muscles again. "You shouldn't say stuff you don't mean."

Austin gave a sigh and looked downwards at where her stream was splashing the carpet, the pattering sound getting louder as she soaked it more and more thoroughly. It was too late to really stop her, and would involve the same amount of cleanup at this point either way. "Okay, okay, you made your point," he conceded, getting up and heading towards the adjacent kitchen.

"Oh?" she remarked playfully, her tail giving a swish off to her side.

Raising his voice to be heard from the kitchen, he replied, "Yeah, I believe you now." After grabbing a bunch of paper towels he returned to his seat beside her. With a grin, he teased, "I mean, if you're going to piss on my floor just to prove a point, then you're the same kind of crazy fox who'd piss on a car instead of hunting for a bathroom."

"It was IN the car, thank you," Anna fired back in just as playful a tone, leaning forward a little as her stream weakened and trickled to a stop. With a smirk, she snatched the wad of paper towels from his hand and pressed them against her slit to dry herself before he could protest, then tossed them down onto the wet spot on the carpet and leaned back. "Let 'em soak for a bit," she remarked with a smirk, slipping her panties back into position.

He gave a sigh and shook his head in mock despair. "You really are one of a kind, you know?"

She gave a giggle and flashed him a grin. "You know it," she ribbed, leaning over to him and giving him a nuzzle on the side of his neck.

"That's not the only time I'll get to see under your panties tonight, I hope?" he murmured to her as he picked up the remote, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. Teasingly, he added, "Surely I deserve a reward for putting up with this."

"We'll see, we'll see," she toyed with him, reaching over and walking two fingers up his chest. "But you DID come around to believing me, so maybe I'll have to reward your good behavior later..."

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Chloe waved to the departing couple and closed the door, giving a sigh of relief once they were gone. Not because of them – the old wolf couple had been perfectly polite – but because this was probably the last time she'd have to do a house showing for her parents. It wasn't so bad, but it did require her to dress nicely: in this case she was wearing a white button-up blouse and a sleek navy blue jacket over it, with a matching navy blue skirt that went to her knees, plus a long pair of socks and some dress shoes. She didn't mind looking fancy in and of itself – she wore similar clothes any time she went out with her parents to somewhere lavish – but it was annoying to do just for a single showing and then to head back home and dress back down.

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her phone and checked the time before opening up the messaging app, idly wandering further into the front hall of the house she had just shown. She wasn't in any particular rush; the owners were off in another city entirely scoping out new houses while their old one was on the market, so nobody was going to chase her off if she hung around for a bit. As she wandered around, occasionally swiping between apps, she decided to send off a message to Anna, swiping her thumb across the digital keyboard.

[Chloe] Hey hey :3

[Anna] Yo

[Anna] You off work?

[Chloe] Yep

[Chloe] Last one ever

[Anna] End of an era

[Chloe] Truly a moment that will go down in history

[Anna] Lol

[Anna] Got plans?

[Chloe] Not yet

[Chloe] I know Hannah and Makayla are busy tonight

[Anna] Kaitlyn isn't, so syd's probably free too

[Anna] Wanna do a thing?

[Chloe] Sure!

[Anna] K

Wandering her way into the living room, Chloe sat down on the big red sofa and leaned back into it, crossing one leg over the other. Looking around, she gave a little sigh; as much as she was going to enjoy not having to do this anymore, Anna was right in a way: things would be very different once she started going to university.

[Anna] You can come over now

[Chloe] Gotta walk home and change first

[Chloe] Still in my work clothes

[Chloe] I look like Makayla's boyfriend :p

[Anna] Lol

[Anna] He wears it well though

[Chloe] For sure

[Chloe] 10/10 swag

[Anna] Def. fancier than my bf

[Chloe] Yeah but I bet he wouldn't let Makayla pee on his carpet ;p

[Anna] Lmao

[Anna] Look

[Anna] Austin was insulting my honor

[Anna] I had to defend it

[Anna] It was that or bite him

[Chloe] Just a little nip

[Anna] Show him my chompers

Giggling, Chloe swished her tail back and forth behind her, then hummed to herself as a thought came to her and a mischievous smirk crossed her face. Grinning, the arctic fox quickly began swiping over the screen again, her giggles intensifying.

[Chloe] So this is my last showing, right?

[Anna] Yep

[Chloe] I'm gonna do something special

[Anna] Oh?

[Anna] Gonna celebrate?

[Chloe] Sorta

[Chloe] Gonna pop open the champagne

[Chloe] The non-fizzy body temperature kind

[Anna] Oooooooh

[Anna] Bad girl

[Chloe] The worst

[Anna] A menace to society

[Chloe] You know it

[Anna] On the carpet?

[Chloe] Nah. I've gotta outdo you somehow. Brb

[Anna] Have fun!

Still grinning, Chloe looked around the living room, evaluating the potential spots. It had a thick crimson carpet, but as she had noted, she had to be more daring than Anna's little escapade with her boyfriend. The fireplace? It wasn't a real fireplace though, just an electric heater with a cover that made it look like a fireplace. There was the coffee table, but it didn't really have anything on it. The potted plant was an option, but it didn't look real, and that made it a little less exciting. The bookshelf? Maybe, but that'd be really hard to...

Shifting about in place, Chloe blinked and looked down. The sofa! Yes, that could work perfectly. Standing up, she slipped her phone into her pocket and got up, turning around to check out the sofa. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, as sofas went, with three main cushions and two throw pillows at the sides. She swished her hips from side to side as her tail wagged as she deviously considered her options: Sit on the armrest? Sit on the back? Stand in front? One leg up? So many choices...!

Of course, it wouldn't do for her to be spotted, so she reached over the sofa to the windows and, after double-checking to make sure the couple she had shown the house to had driven off, closed the blinds to hide herself away from any prying eyes. Satisfied, she returned her attention to the sofa. Under a cushion was probably the best option: that way, nobody would notice, or if they ever did, they'd never be able to pin it on her. But which cushion? Side or center...? Tough choice... but she could always call in help to break the tie.

[Chloe] Hey Anna

[Chloe] Side or middle

[Anna] Uhh

[Anna] For what

[Chloe] You'll see

[Anna] Hmm

[Anna] Middle

[Chloe] Thanks

Stashing her phone again, Chloe reached out and grabbed the middle cushion from the sofa, pulling it out from its resting place and exposing the thin black fabric underneath – as well as a few crumbs and a nickel. Setting the cushion down on the coffee table, Chloe initially raised one leg up to put her foot in the gap between cushions, then got a better idea and instead climbed up onto one, steadying herself on the back of the sofa as she tried to stretch her legs out so she could straddle the gap between cushions, though it was quite wide.

"Careful, careful..." she murmured to herself as she parted her legs wide. She was willing to bet that Hannah would have had no trouble with such a feat, but Chloe wasn't nearly as athletic. Still, she managed to bridge the gap, getting into a wide squat with her legs positioned at the edges of the two other cushions, and she grinned as she shifted a little to make sure she was stable. Keeping her left hand on the back of the sofa, she reached under her fancy skirt and hooked her finger under her panties, pulling them to the side, her tail swishing rapidly behind her as she tried to relax.

Chloe's ears pricked up as the drumming sound her stream made when it started gushing against the sofa's bottoming cloth broke the silence of the living room, and she glanced around in reflex before relaxing again. She was all alone; she didn't need to worry. Looking downwards, she grinned as she watched the wobbling stream of her pee coming from under her skirt splash directly onto the middle of the fabric that the cushion would normally rest on, soaking into it and making a visible wet spot even on the dark fabric. It wasn't really making much of a puddle, but was spreading outwards towards all the random dark spots caused by droplets splashing and flying off around where her stream was landing.

Humming to herself nonchalantly, Chloe shifted her hips from side to side a little, watching her stream follow and make lines to either side of the big wet spot in the middle. With a mischievous grin that perked up her whiskers, she moved her hips forward and then back again, now making a big plus sign on top of the wet circle, giggling a little to herself as she did. Losing her balance a little, she tightened her grip on the back of the sofa and held still, her stream starting to trickle off. She let the last drips fall onto the sofa before clenching and forcing out the remainder of her urine in a couple of final spurts, giving a third clench that yielded nothing else.

Her ears swiveled and she lifted her head a bit as she heard a noise, but it was just a car going by, and she relaxed again. She needed something to dry herself with now... glancing around, she saw the smaller cushions and reached out, but it was just out of reach with her straddling the middle of the sofa. "Nnh... come on..." she grumbled, leaning over to snatch the cushion while keeping her panties tugged aside, only to lose her balance. With an "eep!" of surprise, she fell over onto the sofa cushion she had been squatting on, and shook her head a little with a chuckle.

"Well, I'm glad nobody saw THAT," she joked to herself, keeping her legs spread as she brought the small square cushion between her legs, pressing part of it against her slit and inner thighs to dry them off. Letting go of her panties and getting back up, she returned the cushion to where she had taken it, with the wet spot facing away from her. She was about to put the big cushion back too, but instead took out her phone and snapped a picture, tail swishing back and forth in a blur.

[Chloe] All done

[Anna] Pix or it didn't happen

[Chloe] I knew you'd say that

Sending off the picture, she took a moment to admire her mess, both in front of her and in the picture she had taken. While it was pretty obvious right now, with the big wet spot on the bottoming fabric, it would be fully concealed once she put the cushion back – which she did, shoving it back into position before taking a second picture and sending it off to Anna as well.

[Chloe] And there's the "after" :3

[Anna] Nice!

[Anna] Sneaky sneaky

[Anna] You really are a bad girl

[Chloe] The baddest

[Anna] The worst

[Chloe] The worstest

Giggling, she tugged the house keys out from her pocket and made her way towards the door, ready to leave her secret mess behind.

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"And does that include utilities?" Chloe asked hopefully.

"No, utilities are not included in the rent," the estate agent replied, shaking his head.

"Okay, thank you," Chloe replied, though the skunk's reply pretty much sealed that they'd have to pass on this one. It was a nice enough apartment, but out of her and Anna's price range, and even with the two of them splitting the rent they still needed to find a place they could afford on students' budgets. At least being on the other end of the interaction meant she knew what questions to ask the estate agent to ensure there wouldn't be any surprises.

Anna gave Chloe a little glance, and Chloe could tell Anna had reached much the same conclusion about the price. "All right, I don't think I had any other questions. Did you, Chloe?"

Chloe shook her head. "Nope, I think we're good."

The skunk made sure they had his business card and then showed them out, allowing the two of them to head back to Anna's car while he went back to his own. "Okay, well, that'd be great if we were, like, splitting it with Makayla or something," Anna joked as they got out of earshot of the estate agent.

"Yeah... it's a pity she's not looking for roommates. I can't imagine driving all that way every morning."

Anna chuckled as she opened the driver's side door. "Who says she's the one driving? She's just gonna get Alex to do it."

"Sure, but still, getting stuck in traffic is only a LITTLE less annoying when you're a passenger," Chloe remarked, climbing in and sitting on the passenger seat.

"I suppose. So, what've we got?"

Chloe pulled the scrap of paper out from her pocket and unfolded it. "Well, this one's no good," she mumbled, clicking the ballpoint pen she had brought along and scribbling out the last address on the list.

"I'm pretty sure 66 Pine was a no-go?" Anna reminded Chloe, leaning across the gearstick to peek at the piece of paper.

"Ohhhhhhh, yeaaaaaah, noooooooo," Chloe agreed, scribbling lines through the address. "That's not a nice part of town at all. It's cheap, but, uh, there's lots of reasons for that."

"The one on Cavendish was pretty good, but it didn't have in-unit laundry," Anna mused, glancing at the list. "Edward Street's was the best, I think."

Chloe looked over and raised an eyebrow. "Really? It was kinda small."

"A bit, but I don't think it'd be that bad. What do you think?"

"Probably the one 11th and Jade," Chloe answered, poking the paper. "It's near the upper end of our budget, but two bed two bath with utilities included for that price is really solid."

"Uh-huh," Anna teased with a grin, "And the pizzeria right next door had nothing to do with it?"

Chloe giggled, her tail brushing against the seat behind her as it wagged. "That's what we in 'the biz' call an added bonus," she retorted playfully.

Anna gave a little laugh as well. "Fair. We don't have to decide yet though, we can keep looking. Hopefully we don't run into any more places like that first one."

"Hey, I thought it was quaint. In dire need of repairs and probably terribly insulated, sure, but how many houses around here do you see with a bidet?"

Anna snorted. "Not many. Though I guess you could pee in it."

"Naw, if you could, it'd be a pee-det," Chloe joked, prompting giggles from both of them.

"Though, on that topic, I should've asked if we could go before we left," Anna said with a glance back towards the apartment building. "I can hold it 'til I get home if I have to, but we've been driving around all over the place for a while."

"I mean, we can probably get back in..." Chloe suggested. "He didn't unlock the door when we went in the first time. I think they only lock it at night."

"Yeah, but we won't be able to get to any bathrooms," Anna pointed out. Without missing a beat, though, she smirked and went on, "Though I'm sure we can make it work."

Chloe giggled and nodded, grabbing the door handle. "Then let's go get a second opinion on this place," she remarked playfully, winking at Anna before getting out of the car. "Who knows? Maybe they WILL have a bathroom we can get into."

"With some floors we can use," Anna quipped, giggling as she pushed open the driver's side door.

The vixens did their best to act incognito as they returned to the apartment building, and Chloe grabbed the handle of the door when they got there, tugging it open. As expected, it wasn't locked in the middle of the afternoon, so she slipped in with Anna, resisting the urge to look around – she didn't want to appear suspicious just in case someone did see them.

The ground floor of the building was very quiet once the doors closed behind them. Not that there was much there – a door to the stairwell, an elevator, and a small lobby that just had a single table and a few chairs. A set of double-doors led off to another part of the ground floor, so they headed that way, taking care to walk slowly on the linoleum tile floor to avoid making a lot of noise.

The doors opened into another quiet corridor, the silence broken only by the hum of overhead fluorescent lights. One glass door led into a gym, but they saw someone with their back to them jogging on a treadmill and kept going. Not far along from there was another door on the opposite side of the corridor with a frosted glass pane, and after trying to peer through it for a moment to look for any signs of movement, Anna opened up the door and walked inside, putting up a confident and nonchalant front.

Though prepared to make an excuse if there was someone in there, the room was empty. It was some sort of rec room, with a pool table in the middle of it and its accompanying accessories on a rack mounted to the wall nearby. A pair of sofas and a TV were at the back of the room along with a big though currently-empty table and a set of chairs arranged around it. The far wall had a large window, though the blinds over it were currently closed, allowing the room to be dimly lit by the sunlight creeping past the edges of the blinds. A few big, colorful beanbags rounded out the space, with some empty counter space running along one wall. While it was probably a good room for holding small parties, it was pristine and very empty at the moment.

"Awww, this would be cool if we could afford the place," Anna grumbled.

"And they've got a snooker table, maybe we COULD persuade Makayla to split with us."

Anna chuckled, but shook her head, walking over to the table and glancing into the corner pocket closest to her, the bottom of it hanging out from under the table. "Naw, this one's a pool table," she said, scooping out a striped blue and white ball and holding it up for Chloe to see.

"Ooh, okay," Chloe replied, nodding in understanding. Anna casually put the ball down on the table, then pushed it away. It nearly went in the far corner pocket, but bounced off the cushions on either side of it and rolled away slightly. "I mean, she trounced Hannah pretty soundly up at the campground, she must like pool too."

"If you know the rules they're all fairly similar," Anna remarked with a shrug.

"Yeah, true," Chloe agreed. "Well, if they've got this and that gym, there must be some bathrooms around here."

"Oh, I'm sure," Anna began, looking over to Chloe with a smirk. "Buuuuuut... this place looks like it would work just as well," she teased, grinning widely and swishing her tail.

Chloe giggled and put a hand to her muzzle. "I had a feeling you were going to say that," she teased Anna, then hummed as she looked around the room. "So many choices... where are you going to go?"

"Who said I was going to go first?" Anna kidded, folding her arms and leaning forward.

Blinking, Chloe froze up. "Wait, me? It was your idea!"

"Yeah, and I'm saving the best for last."

Chloe glanced towards the door. "What if someone comes in?"

"I'll keep watch for you," Anna promised. "If I keep the door open a crack I can listen out for anyone coming."

Shifting from one foot to the other, Chloe fretted for a moment before giving in. "Okay, let me know if you hear anything."

Nodding, Anna slipped over to the door and opened it a little, peeking out one way, then sticking her head into the corridor to look the other way. "Looks clear," she said in a raised whisper as she closed the door almost all the way, keeping an ear towards the gap as she turned to face towards Chloe.

Chloe took a deep breath. At least with Anna acting as a lookout she didn't have to worry much. Instead she just needed to pick a spot, and the pool table was by far the most tempting choice. Not wanting to waste too much time, Chloe walked over to the closest corner that Anna had taken a ball from earlier, turned away from it, and bent over as she reached under her skirt and shoved her panties down to her ankles. Thus prepared, she stood on her tip-toes and backed up, pressing her rump against the corner and still not quite clearing it; reaching behind her she grabbed onto the edges of the table and pushed herself up enough that she could sit on the corner, with her slit positioned right over the pocket.

Smoothing out her skirt, she flashed a grin at Anna. "There! I look totally innocent," she joked, holding her hands over her head with her fingers and thumbs forming a circle, mimicking a halo.

Anna snorted. "Except for having your panties around your ankles," she pointed out.

"Other than that, yeah," Chloe agreed, smirking. She took a deep breath and focused to try and relax, though that wasn't easy with the thrill of the moment making her heart rate spike. But when else would she get a chance like this?

Soon she relaxed enough to start peeing, the faint hiss of her stream almost immediately drowned out by the pattering of her urine against the plastic interior of the hanging pocket. And then moments later that noise was in turn mostly overpowered by the sound of her pee splashing onto the floor, her ears pricking up and her eyes widening in alarm.

"Chloe!" Anna hissed, looking surprised as well and glancing out the door. "That's so loud!"

The arctic fox shifted a bit in her seat to try and adjust her aim, though she couldn't see where her stream was going with her skirt in the way. "I, uh, didn't think this through very well," she admitted sheepishly, leaning to the side a bit to try and peer around at the mess she was making. It seemed like she was hitting the inside of the pocket, but she hadn't looked at it beforehand and wasn't aware it was far from watertight, so her piss was running off it and pouring down onto the floor.

"I noticed. Hurry up, I don't know how long we have."

"Well, okay," Chloe murmured, taking a breath and clenching. She tried to force her stream out harder, but all she accomplished was making it start to spray, causing many more droplets to fall to the floor in addition to those that flew straight through gaps in the pocket and rained down onto the floor itself, making an even bigger racket. Flustered, Chloe quickly backed off and relaxed, going back to her previous normal release, fidgeting in place and wringing her hands, doing her best to ignore Anna's facepalm.

"So much for being 'totally innocent'," Anna remarked, rolling her eyes but smirking nonetheless.

"I don't know whaaaaaaat you're talking about," Chloe replied in a sing-song voice as she wiggled her hips a little, her stream finally starting to trickle off after several more seconds. She began clenching and forcing out what was left in her before the stream was even over, sending several bigger than usual splashes into the pocket and subsequently onto the floor before she was finally done, and began digging into her skirt pocket for a tissue. "Okay, gimme a moment and we can get out of here."

"Nuh-uh," Anna insisted, "My turn's next, especially after all that, and you're gonna keep watch."

"Okay, okay," Chloe conceded, lifting her skirt with her left hand and wiping herself clean with her right. Raising her skirt and spreading her legs a bit let her see into the pocket, where there was very clearly a hole in the bottom as well as a mesh of diamond holes on the sides. To her credit, the interior of the pocket was totally drenched, and was still dripping from all the urine she had showered into it. She twisted her upper body while looking around for a trash can but couldn't see one – if there was one, it was probably on the inside of one of the doors under the countertops or something. She didn't want to hunt for it, so she simply dropped her tissue on the table instead to free up her hand so she could grip the edge firmly.  Pushing herself off the table with a bit more force so she would clear the puddle, Chloe almost fell over and had to put her arms out to steady herself on the wall before she could crouch down and pull her panties back up.

Quickly, she took Anna's spot, while the red fox gave the yellow puddle a wide berth as she went around to the side of the table. "Here, I'll show you how it's done," Anna quipped, taking off her shoes before sitting on the side of the table and then swinging her legs up and over. Chloe watched her shuffle onto the green felt to sit vaguely in the center of the table, hands slipping under her skirt to hook her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. Pushing the slightly frilly pink cotton fabric down to her knees, Anna spread her feet apart while keeping her knees together, leaning back with her hands resting on the pool table to brace herself, the upper part of her skirt resting on her belly.

Chloe spared a glance out the door, but couldn't see anything, and still heard only the humming of the fluorescent lights in the hallway. Her attention returned to Anna as the vixen took a breath and started her release, a small arch of golden fluid splashing onto the table just in front of her hips before it picked up strength and traveled further away, leaving a big wet line in the green felt.

"Theeeere we go," Anna said proudly, tilting her head to try and get a better look as her stream splashed a bit further away from her, partly striking the tissue that Chloe had left behind on the table.

Giggling, Chloe glanced out the door again for just a moment. "Gosh, Anna, you're so exposed," she teased quietly, "You're such a bad girl."

"Takes one to know one," Anna jokingly fired back. She had soaked through the thin felt of the pool table and a puddle was already starting to form, though her pee was also spreading rapidly outward on the hard surface. As her stream continued to strike the puddle, it splashed loudly on the wet felt, droplets spraying off to the sides. "Besides, this isn't nearly as bad as what happened with Sydney in Junior High."

"Yeah, okay, fair," Chloe admitted with a giggle. "You've only got an audience of one."

"Exactly," Anna agreed. The continued showering of her urine had thoroughly drenched the tissue Chloe had left behind, the once-white fiber now a completely yellow and wet mess amidst the puddle spreading around it. Using her hands to lift her hips up a bit, Anna sprayed a little further forward for a moment with the extra elevation, though it still wasn't enough to clear the edge of the growing puddle, instead merely striking it closer to its edge.

She released the rest of her bladder's contents onto the table, still holding herself up until her waning stream trickled off completely and she clenched to get the last spurts out from herself. Lowering herself back down, Anna quickly dug into her skirt pocket to...

"Uh. Crud. Chloe, have you got another tissue? I left mine in the car."

"Oh, sure," Chloe replied, fishing one out and hurrying over.

Anna snatched it and quickly wiped her slit dry, while checking out the mess she had made. The felt was a very dark green everywhere she had soaked it, and once she was done she raised up her right hand, holding the tissue aloft. "Side pocket," she declared coyly, then reached over and tucked the tissue into the pocket near her before swinging her feet back over the side of the pool table.

Chloe gave a little giggle as Anna pulled up her panties and put her shoes back on. "Good shot," she teased.

"Just as planned," Anna replied with a grin, "but we'd better get going before someone finds us."

Nodding, Chloe hurried to the door, surreptitiously glancing out into the corridor again. "Still clear," she declared, and as soon as Anna caught up they slipped back out, closing the door behind them and heading back to the car.

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"Water Street," the automated system announced.

"Oh! That's our stop," Sydney told the two foxes, reaching out for the button on the nearest pole and pressing it. A bell dinged near the front of the bus, and the ferret sat back down with the foxes at the very back of the bus. Shortly thereafter the bus pulled up at the side of the road and the back doors opened to let the three of them out, along with an older feline lady who wandered off in the opposite direction from the trio.

As the bus left them behind, it got a lot quieter; they were coming back from a day out together and had already had dinner, so it was dark outside. The streetlamps lit their way as they walked and chatted, but it was partly overcast ahead, so only the moon shone through the clouds above that obscured all the stars from sight. It was a little chilly, but Anna and Sydney both had jackets on to compensate.

"I'm going to have to get used to this walk," Sydney remarked as they turned a corner and headed down another street lined with small houses, the two foxes walking on either side of her. "Once classes start, I'll be making this trip every day."

"Don't you have a car?" Anna asked from Sydney's left, peering over at her. "For doing deliveries?"

"It's my family's car, and I can use it now and then for stuff but my brother will need it most of the time," Sydney explained. "It's not that bad, the bus stops right outside the community college, it's just a bit of a walk on this end. Not too bad now, but once it starts snowing..."

"Oh come on, it won't be that bad," Chloe cut in, "We're only what, like, 20 minutes from your house? 30? Somewhere around there?"

Turning her upper body to face Chloe, Sydney raised both hands, then gestured at Chloe with both of them. "You're LITERALLY an arctic fox. You're not even wearing a jacket right now! Of course you're not going to think it's that bad."

Chloe smirked and swished her tail back and forth as Anna giggled from the other side of Sydney. "Okay but really though, we don't get that much snow around here. You agree, right, Anna?"

"Yeah, it's not that bad," Anna agreed, nodding. "It'll be even better when you're not driving in it, you just have to hope people around here salt the sidewalks."

"I suppose," Sydney conceded. "Did you two find a place yet?"

"Sorta, we've narrowed it down to a few options and we just need to pick one," Chloe answered. "They're all pretty close, though, so we won't need a car to get to class."

"Besides, what are you complaining about?" Anna chimed in, "You're only going to be there for two years, we'll be at it for four."

"Yeah, that's true. I'm going to work towards getting my own car as soon as I get a job!" Sydney declared, pumping her fist with a determined look as they crossed a street with no cars in sight. "Then I can come visit you two sometime! And Makayla, too!"

"Well, she's not staying on-campus," Chloe pointed out. "I asked her about it but she's just going to head in from home."

"I can still visit her, though. I can barely wait to get my own place! Then I can have you all come over any time I want." She took a deep breath and calmed down a little, then pulled her phone out from her pocket. "Hang on, are we going in the right direction?"

"Why are you asking us? This is YOUR walk home!" Anna teased.

Sydney rolled her eyes, pulling up a map. "Okay, we are," she confirmed, "Everything around here just all looks the same."

"Yeah, it's kinda... one of those neighborhoods," Chloe agreed, looking at the rows of nearly identical houses, each one two floors with a garage, all sharing the same architectural style. "They'd build entire streets of identical houses like this and then start selling them off. I swear I saw the same house like twelve times when I was helping my parents, but it was actually a different address each time."

"The house was following you," Anna joked. "It's a new type of haunted house!"

"If a ghost house is following you, wouldn't that mean you're the haunted one?" Chloe wondered aloud.

"Only if the house is a ghost," Anna said, giving a nod as if it were an authoritative answer.

Grinning, Chloe leaned forward, looking around Sydney to smirk at Anna, setting her up with, "And what if it's only a house when the moon's out?"

With an equally wide toothy grin, Anna made finger-guns at Chloe and joked, "Then it's a were-house!"

Sydney let out an exasperated groan and put a hand on her forehead. "Oh my gosh, that was terrible, you two!" she said, shaking her head, but couldn't quite fully hide an amused undertone in her voice. "Don't quit your day jobs."

"Too late, I already did!" Chloe remarked, giggling.

"And I already gave notice," Anna added with a chuckle.

Sighing, Sydney shook her head. "If you're going to make me listen to your puns then at least be useful and keep an eye out for a bathroom, please. I know we're not that far from my home but I don't want to hold it if I don't have to. It was bad enough holding it on the bus."

"Regretting that dessert coffee, huh?" Chloe teased.

"Yeah, a little," Sydney grumbled.

Anna hummed and looked from side to side as they crossed another street. "I think you're out of luck, this is just one big residential area. There's nothing but houses around here."

Sighing, Sydney admitted, "Yeah, you're probably right. But keep an eye out just in case."

"I mean..." Chloe began, looking thoughtful at first, then smirking deviously. "Just because there's no bathrooms doesn't mean we can't still find you a place to go..."

"What? No!" Sydney retorted. "This isn't like the campsite!"

"Or-"

"It isn't like Junior High either!" Sydney barked, cutting Chloe off preemptively.

"All right, all right," Anna cut in. Very pointedly, she went on, "After all, you'll only have to walk for, like, 25 minutes or so before you can take care of it..."

Picking up on Anna's lead, Chloe added, "And I know you said you don't like holding it, but it's not THAT far..."

Both of the vixens leaned in towards Sydney from the sides as they walked, and the ferret glanced back and forth between them. With a sigh, Sydney said, "Okay, let's say, theoretically, that I go along with this. What did you have in mind?"

"Well..." Anna mused, looking around, "If you theoretically wanted to find a theoretical place to take a theoretical pee, I think your best bet would be a theoretical garage. Theoretically."

Sydney gave her an exasperated look. "Why a garage?"

"It's enclosed!" Anna said as if it were obvious. "Nobody'll see you. You can sneak in, do your thing, and sneak back out."

"I guess that makes sense..." Sydney admitted before sighing again. "Okay, fine, before I change my mind. I really don't want to hold it the rest of the way home."

"Good choice," Chloe encouraged, glancing to her side. "I'll see if I can find one for you." All of the houses looked more or less identical, but for minor differences in decorations or how things were arranged. At the next intersection, Chloe directed them to turn so they could duck into the small access road between houses that allowed access to the garages at the back of each yard, with high privacy fences lining the sides of the road. When they got to a house with its lights off, after a surreptitious glance around Chloe tried the door into the garage – but it was locked, so she shook her head and returned to Anna and Sydney.

The next couple of houses had lights on upstairs, so they kept going. The next one that showed no signs of activity was also locked, but they soon had better luck. Chloe kept checking the foot entrances of each garage; eventually one of them opened up easily, and she flashed the other two a thumbs-up before ducking inside.

Quietly, Sydney followed after her with Anna, not wanting to draw attention to herself too much as she glanced around to make sure the coast was clear. The inside of the garage would have been pitch black if not for Chloe holding out her phone with the flashlight turned on, and Sydney did the same only after closing the door behind her. It was a perfectly ordinary garage: some shelves stood against the back wall, holding paint cans, a few miscellaneous bits of sporting gear, and various tools. A bicycle was propped against the wall near the door they had come in, and a few cardboard boxes were stacked up too. A wheelbarrow had been left near a snow shovel and a big open bucket of salt, and while there was an overhead light, they opted not to turn it on.

"Huh," Anna mused quietly, "No car?"

"Maybe the owner is out at a party," Chloe speculated in a whisper.

"Or maybe he works nights."

"Or he's on a holiday."

"Or he works for a secret government agency!"

"Or he's an avian and flies to work!"

"Or nobody lives here and the place is haunted!"

"Or-"

"Shush, you two," Sydney cut in, sweeping the cone of light from her phone around to look for things she could use. "I don't want to be here any longer than necessary. I'd ask you not to look but knowing you two, you will anyway. I'll just go... over here."

She walked over to the salt bucket and peered into it, shining the phone light downward. It really wasn't remarkable, just a big plastic bucket from some hardware store or other, half-full of salt for using on sidewalks in the winter. But it would do, so she spread her legs a little, lifted her skirt up... and frowned, letting out a "Hm" of displeasure.

"Something wrong?" Anna asked quietly.

"I don't have enough hands," Sydney muttered, gesturing towards her loins with the hand holding her phone.

"Aw, no worries, we'll give you a light," Anna offered, holding up her phone. Giggling quietly, Chloe did the same, illuminating the bucket and Sydney's legs.

"Thanks... I think," Sydney mumbled, turning her phone's light off and pocketing it. "Keep them pointed at the bucket, I don't need you making me all self-conscious." With that hand free, she was able to reach under her skirt and tug her panties aside, pushing her hips forward slightly as she took a deep breath, looking downwards to ensure she was lined up properly.

"So, still standing, huh?" Anna remarked conversationally.

"Yeah," Sydney replied. "Why?"

"Just curious. Do you always stand to pee now?"

"When I can, yeah," Sydney answered, then stopped talking as she breathed deeply again and lidded her eyes, beginning her release. Her stream of urine flowed out from her pussy with just enough forward velocity to land in the bucket, drizzling on the salt inside of it and rustling it about with a vaguely gravelly sound. Some of the salt was pushed aside, making a little indent where her stream was landing. "It's more convenient, especially for something like this. I'll sit or squat if it makes more sense to, but otherwise, I'd rather stand."

"Gotcha," Anna acknowledged. Sydney's stream continued to splash into the bucket, but it was dissolving some of the salt at the top, and she was peeing into the bucket faster than her stream could drain down into its contents, allowing a puddle to form at the top.

"Hey, you're not recording this, are you?" Sydney suddenly asked.

"Of course not!" Chloe added, quickly tapping the screen of her phone with her thumb.

Anna chuckle a little. "Do you want me to?"

Sydney rolled her eyes, watching with a little worry as bubbles began to form on the surface of the little pool of ferret pee on the salt, some of which was spilling over the sides of the divot her stream had made. The splashing was slightly louder too, the noise only amplified by the hollow space of the half-full bucket, but it still wasn't all that loud overall – it just sounded like it in the otherwise silent garage.

"Oh, I know why you like standing," Chloe suddenly piped up in a raised whisper, "That way, you won't lose your panties!"

"Chloe!" Sydney hissed, turning her head towards the arctic fox and glaring at her.

Anna snickered and snorted, the beam of light from her phone wobbling a bit as a result. "It makes sense though, if you don't take them off, they can't go missing..."

Sydney turned again to shoot her a glare, then quickly looked back down into the bucket and realized her aim had drifted off to the side. Twisting her hips to right herself before she ended up sending more than just a couple of errant drops over the side of the bucket, she took another breath and let what remained in her bladder drain out, her stream trickling to a stop. Keeping her hips pushed forward, she clenched to force out the last of it, then let go of her skirt so she could dig around in her pocket for a tissue.

"Taking after Kaitlyn, huh?" Chloe teased.

"A little, I suppose, but it's good to have some on-hand," Sydney mumbled as she quickly wiped her slit with the tissue, making sure she was dry before slipping her panties back into place. Casually dropping the tissue beside the bucket, she began walking towards the door immediately. She cast a final glance into the bucket: there was a notably wet part of the salt, but unless someone thought to take a close look it probably wouldn't be noticed. "Anyway, let's go before we get caught."

"Right behind you," Anna urged, and the three of them snuck back out, staying quiet until they reached the end of the access road and returned to the sidewalk proper.

"Feeling better?" Chloe teased, leaning in towards Sydney.

"Much better," Sydney agreed. "I hate having to hold it. Don't you?"

"I dunno if I'd put it THAT strongly," Anna mused.

"Who am I kidding?" Sydney asked rhetorically, glancing between the two of them. "The moment either of you two has to go you're probably thinking up some devious plan about where to go next."

"No, of course not," Chloe jokingly protested.

"Us? Nawwwwwww," Anna agreed.

"We're pure and innocent vixens!"

Sydney gave a snort of amusement, shaking her head, then gave a sigh. "Ahh... I'm going to miss hanging out with you two," she said wistfully. "When I become an MRI tech, I'm going to invite everyone over to celebrate!"

"Yeah, that's the spirit!" Chloe encouraged.

"You'd better pass, then!" Anna agreed. "But I know you can do it."

Smiling, Sydney gave a nod. "Thanks, both of you."

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"...and did you notice in that scene in the café," Anna went on excitedly, "In the background was the spy from later on, he was watching them the whole time. But like, you don't know who he is at that point in the movie, you'll only pick it up the second time around..."

Anna, Chloe and Kaitlyn were walking back home after going out to see a movie together. Sydney had been working and both Hannah and Makayla had had prior engagements with their families to deal with, so it was just the three of them, but it had been a good time regardless. It was well after dark and a little chilly outside, but otherwise a pleasant walk back for the three of them through the suburbs.

"I never knew you were such a movie buff," Kaitlyn remarked, hands in the pockets of her jacket as they walked along, using her elbow to hold her purse against her side.

"I'm not, I just really like that series," Anna replied.

"She REALLY likes that series," Chloe agreed, leaning around Anna's side to grin at Kaitlyn.

"And the lead actor," Kaitlyn teased.

"Well, yeah! He's super-duper hot!" Anna retorted as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Chloe nodded, pointing at Anna for emphasis. "She's right. Did you SEE his muscles? I bet he could bend a lamp post with his bare hands."

"Or lift up a car!"

"Or carry off a safe!"

Anna grinned and swished her tail behind her. "He's more than welcome to carry ME off, that's for sure."

Kaitlyn rolled her eyes a little while smirking. "Typical foxes," she joked.

Anna and Chloe both giggled in response. "We just know a handsome tod when we see one!" Chloe fired back.

"And the foxes thing," Anna agreed with a grin. "We can't help it. 'Yiff yiff', and all that."

Holding her hands up in front of her like paws, Chloe let out an over-dramatic and exaggerated "Murrrr!" sound, making Anna burst out into laughter, while Kaitlyn held a hand to her head even though she was chuckling.

"Here lies Kaitlyn Warner, she died of second-hand cringe," she complained despite her barely-contained laughs, shaking her head despairingly.

The other two subsided into giggles for a few seconds before Chloe spoke again. "Okay but really, did you see him? He's ripped, like, he must spend hours at the gym. Like, the actor, not the character. Well, maybe both."

"Oh yeah," Anna said with a nod, "They paid reeeeeal close attention to his muscles during that waterfall scene."

Kaitlyn shook her head and held up a hand towards the two of them. "Please don't mention waterfalls right now..." she groaned, keeping her other hand in her jacket pocket, resting on her belly.

"Hey, you could've gone with us when we got out of the theater," Chloe reminded her.

"Eww, no!" Kaitlyn protested, "Those bathrooms are gross. Plus there's a big rush of people there right after a movie lets out."

"Okay, but what about the bathrooms in the park we passed through?" Anna pointed out.

"Those are even worse! Who knows when someone last cleaned in there! People go in there and, like, pee on the floors and stuff," Kaitlyn griped, making Anna and Chloe silently share a look at each other for a brief moment. "I'd rather go outside."

"Well, why didn't you?" Chloe teased.

"I don't want to be seen! It was one thing up at the campsite when there was like, nobody else around, but there's always someone around here going on a walk or something like that."

"Girl, you are way too picky for your own good," Anna chided, putting her hands on her hips and hamming up the sass in her voice, at least until she snorted and subsided into a fit of giggles.

"No, I just have standards, there's a difference," Kaitlyn insisted, folding her arms.

"Impossibly high standards!" Chloe said, sticking her tongue out for a moment.

As Kaitlyn rolled her eyes, Anna put a hand to her muzzle and looked thoughtfully at her surroundings. "Hey Kaitlyn," she asked after a moment, "What if we found you a place to go? Somewhere clean and out of sight?"

Kaitlyn turned her head and looked at Anna with an arched eyebrow. "Okay, I know you two, and I see where this is going," she remarked mirthfully, "But I'll bite. Where are you thinking?"

Anna raised an arm and pointed just a few houses ahead of them, lowering her arm when Kaitlyn turned to look at the house she had indicated, which had a garden, a chest-high fence, an enclosed porch at the front, and a driveway but no garage. "That porch over there would work great."

"Ehhn... seems kind of risky..." Kaitlyn murmured, though Anna could see she was seriously considering it. "What if the owners hear us?"

"That's why you should take that one specifically," Anna told her. "The lights are off, there's no car in the driveway... probably means whoever owns it is on vacation or something."

"You should at least take a look first," Chloe chimed in.

"I'll look, yeah, but no promises," Kaitlyn conceded. "If I see any mold or anything, we're leaving."

Anna snorted and smirked. "Ah yes, of course, you can only pee in the most pristine environments."

"Absolutely flawlessly clean," Kaitlyn agreed with an ironic tone to her voice as they headed for the house, keeping quiet as they got closer to it. Anna went ahead and tried the outer door to the enclosed porch, which was unlocked, and held it open for the other two to slip inside. Fortunately, with the weather getting colder the windows had been left down, and the bug screens also meant it would be harder for anyone to see them from the street.

It was dark inside as well, with just enough light coming in from outside for them to barely see the interior of the porch. Against the left side wall was a loveseat with several cushions, and a single armchair near it with a hastily folded blanket resting on its seat. Between the two a small square rug lay on the ground, with a low round table on top of it. On the other side of the door was an umbrella stand and a hanging seat suspended from a hook in the ceiling, and finally, a large planter with some sort of fern growing in it.

Pulling out her phone, Kaitlyn tapped on it for a moment, then cupped a hand partly over the back of it before turning on the flashlight and using the reduced beam of light to look around. "Oh, come on," Anna said in a raised whisper, "Are you really going to pretend to be a health and safety inspector right now?"

"Only the most pristine environments will do!" Kaitlyn fired back quietly, echoing Anna's words back to her. Approaching the hanging seat, she shined the light all over it to take a look: the frame of the seat itself was wicker, with square cushions at the bottom and back and a puffier one at the side. Two separate ropes connected the arms to the hook above, giving it extra stability.

"Yeah, this will do," Kaitlyn murmured in approval as the two foxes stood nearby. Turning off the flashlight and slipping her phone into her pocket, she blinked a bit as her eyes adjusted to the sudden lack of light, turning around to face away from the seat. Reaching under her skirt, she slid her panties down to just above her knees and then grabbed onto her skirt with both hands, holding it up and out of the way.

"The princess is finally satisfied," Anna joked quietly to Chloe, who held a hand to her muzzle to stifle a giggle.

"Hush," Kaitlyn insisted, backing up a little. Her thighs bumped against the seat and pushed it back slightly, and she waited a moment for the suspended seat to come to a stop before lowering her hips a bit. Not wanting to sit on the seat, she did her best to assume a hovering squat, but it was a much easier position over something fixed like a toilet – her motions kept moving the chair around subtly, making it harder to keep herself positioned over it.

But she did end up in the right position eventually, and kept her skirt held up as she took deep breaths to try and relax. It was extremely quiet inside of the enclosed porch, so she was able to hear the hissing of her stream as it started to flow out from her and down onto the cushion under her hips. She was close enough that it made barely any sound at first from the impact, at least for the first few seconds until her ongoing stream saturated the cushion and started to patter on the soaked fabric.

Feeling self-conscious from the comparatively loud noise in the quiet porch, Kaitlyn tried to shift her hips to the side, but the movement only made the hanging chair move with her, her stream splashing a bit from the motion. Biting her lip, she tried to keep still again and simply finish what she had started – until she heard a much louder pattering noise of liquid on a hard surface, and looked down between her legs. She could see the excess urine from the soaked cushion spilling over the front of the seat and dripping off the bottom as fast as she was peeing on the upper cushion, and she quickly weighed her options. She really didn't want to stop and try to start again in another spot, so...

Looking to her side and seeing the two foxes watching with mischievous and self-satisfied smirks, she met Chloe's eyes and said, "Quick, give me that blanket," inclining her head towards the armchair. Turning her head to the side, Chloe saw the blanket and reached out to snatch it up, while Kaitlyn adjusted her grip on her skirt to bunch up most of it in front of her, freeing up one hand to hold out for the blanket expectantly. As soon as Chloe handed it to her, Kaitlyn stuffed it into the space between her rump and the chair, immediately muffling the pattering of her stream but doing nothing to stop the red panda urine dripping onto the floor.

As Kaitlyn continued to pee on the blanket instead, the dripping rapidly lessened from her pee soaking into its fibers. It proved far more absorbent, and she let out another sigh as she kept soaking the softer fabric, the flow onto the floor slowing to just a few periodic drops as her own stream began gradually trickling off. Keeping herself in the hovering squat even as her thighs began to ache a little bit, as soon as her stream had waned to just droplets she began clenching and reached into her jacket pocket for her pack of tissues, tugging one out with a quick motion.

"So much for being Miss Clean," Chloe teased, giggling a little. "You made a big mess."

"Yeah, but it's not MY problem," Kaitlyn retorted as she wiped her slit with the tissue, dropping it on the blanket to pull out a second one to finish the job. "It won't be a big deal for the owners to clean when they get back."

"You do practically piss tap water," Anna joked.

Kaitlyn gave a small amused snort as she left the second tissue with the first and shuffled a few steps away, tugging her panties back up as she stood up straight. "Stay hydrated," she remarked playfully, casting a glance at the mess behind her before shrugging. "Okay, let's get going," she then insisted, pushing the outer door open while reaching into her purse to fish out some hand sanitizer, the two foxes hurrying after her a moment later, with Anna hanging back briefly just to ensure the door closed gently without slamming shut.

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"Hey," Hannah greeted the foxes as she pushed open the door to the locker room and came out into the corridor, her sports bag slung over her shoulder and her hockey stick held in her opposite hand. She'd changed out of her uniform and was back in her usual t-shirt and jeans. "Hope you two didn't get bored waiting for me out here."

"Aw, it's fine!" Chloe replied with a dismissive wave of her hand as she and Anna stood up from the bench they had been sitting on.

"Yeah, you got totally robbed, it's okay if you take some time," Anna added consolingly.

Hannah tilted her head to one side and raised an eyebrow. "Robbed? It was just practice."

"So? You still got robbed!" Anna insisted, "You hit that top pole on the net!"

"The crossbar?"

"I dunno, is that what it's called?"

The husky gave a chuckle and smiled widely as she stepped aside to let another one of her teammates out from the locker room. "Well, it happens sometimes. I like to try and do it during warm-ups for good luck."

"Oh!" Chloe piped up, "So it's a good thing that you hit it?"

"Well, no, because I was trying to get it in the net that time," Hannah replied with a sheepish grin. "But it's fine. I'm just playing for fun, and I had a pretty good practice match. I didn't get many goals but that's mostly because Kyra was absolutely on fire today. Anyway, shall we get going? I don't want to keep Makayla waiting."

"Ooh, yeah, I can't wait," Anna said eagerly, her tail wagging. "She texted us while you were getting changed, it's gonna be her mom's special lasagna!"

"That sounds fantastic," Hannah agreed. "All right, follow me."

They headed off together down the corridor and through a connecting door into the parking garage next to the rink, but Hannah stopped and shifted about on her feet while they were waiting for the elevator. "I think we're going to have to make a quick detour first," she muttered. "My teammates were hogging the bathroom in the changing room and I've got to pee."

"Aw, but I'm hungry!" Anna grumbled.

"Well, I can try to hold it, but if we get caught in traffic while we're in your parents' van..." Hannah trailed off, smirking at Anna.

"No, no, no, no, no," Anna protested, waving both hands while Chloe giggled beside her.

"I don't want to take too long though, otherwise we'll get caught up with all the others on their way out," Hannah murmured. "I don't suppose you two troublemakers have one of your creative solutions in mind?"

"Who, us?" Chloe replied, acting innocently.

"Yes, you, I remember what you two got up to up at the campsite."

The elevator arrived, and they got in together, while Anna pushed the button for the third floor of the parking garage. "Well, you're just as guilty," Chloe pointed out.

"Yes, and? Do you have an idea in mind or not?" Hannah asked daringly. "I thought you two were bad girls."

"We are!" Anna insisted, putting a hand to her muzzle in thought. "Well, somewhere in the parking garage?"

"That was the idea, unless you wanted to turn around and go back towards the rink," Hannah pointed out.

"Okay, okay. I mean, you can just squat somewhere, there's support pillars all over the place."

"Ugh, not tonight," Hannah grumbled, "My legs are aching. If I squat down I'll probably just fall over at this point. Besides, is that the best you two can come up with?"

"Um, well..." Chloe took over, still thinking when the elevator stopped and the doors opened, revealing the parking garage. It was fairly sparse but well-lit, allowing her eyes to scan over their surroundings as they stepped out. "Well..." she began again, furtively looking around to make sure nobody could overhear them, "What about that catwalk over there? You could just stand on it and pee right through it!"

"Hmm... I like it, but I'd be way too exposed," Hannah mused. "Not to mention, it's easy for you since you're wearing skirts, but I'm wearing shorts, I need somewhere I can take them off without being seen. Maybe if I get kept really late some time..."

"Well, whose fault is it that you're wearing shorts?" Anna teased. "Okay then, uh... what about that divider?" she offered, pointing to a ramp leading downwards. Next to it was a concrete divider at about waist-height to stop people walking or driving onto the middle of the ramp. "You could sit on it."

"That's a good one too, but anyone going up or down the ramp will see me..." Hannah murmured. "Let's just head back to the van and look for something on the way."

"You'd better not pee in my parents' van," Anna said coldly.

"I won't, I won't," Hannah promised as they began walking. After a few steps, she added, "The sides are waterproof, after all."

Letting out a "Hannaaaaaah!" the red fox looked back over her shoulder and shot Hannah a glare, to which the husky only responded with a wide grin and a swish of her tail. "Gosh, you're worse than we are."

"Nuh-uh," Hannah insisted, "I've been a good girl ever since we got back from that trip. That's certainly more than I've heard about you, and that's just from what you've told us."

"Yeah, well, being good is boring," Chloe retorted with a giggle.

"We're good... at being bad," Anna followed up, holding up a hand towards Chloe.

As Chloe gave Anna a high five, Hannah stopped paying attention to them, distracted by something nearby: just off to the side and behind a divider was a blue car with the passenger side window down. Slowing her pace, she thought it over for just a moment as the two vixens got further ahead, but with a quick look around to confirm nobody else was nearby, she slipped away from them.

Stopping by the open window and setting down her sports bag and then placing the hockey stick on top of it, Hannah began working on the button on her jeans. "Anyway, we're nearly at the van," she heard Anna say from up ahead, accompanied by the jingling of the van's keys. "So you'd better find somewhere to go because I'm not letting you in until you've peed." Hannah said nothing as she opened the button and zipper, pushing her jeans down to her ankles, then her panties. "Huh? Where'd she go?"

"Huh?" Chloe echoed. "Oh no, it's the asylum all over again!"

Hannah couldn't stop herself from quietly snorting in amusement, glancing behind her. She stuck her tail in through the open window first, then used her hands to pull herself up and shifted her hips inside too, glad to take some weight off her legs as she sat on the open window, wiggling her hips to wedge her rump in as far as she could. "Calm down, she must be nearby," Anna insisted, "This parking garage isn't haunted. ...I think."

Resting her hands on the edges of the frame of the window to hold herself steady, Hannah took a deep breath and relaxed her muscles. She hadn't really taken a look inside the car beyond confirming that it was empty, and as she started to empty her bladder, her forceful stream struck the faux leather seat loudly, drumming on it as her piss sprayed off in all directions around the point of impact.

"Wait, I hear something," Chloe said.

"Yeah, me too," Anna agreed.

Hannah remained in position nonchalantly, not bothering to move, hide or cover up as the two foxes came around the corner of the divider and spotted her. "Hannah!" Chloe gasped out.

"What?" Hannah replied, her stream still going strong, splashing a little bit in the puddle starting to form on the seat, but mostly still spraying off. It was certainly loud enough for them to easily hear what she was doing. "I needed to go, and this was available."

"At least it's not MY car," Anna joked after a moment.

"Oh yeah," Chloe agreed, "It sounds like you're going full blast in there."

As the two of them giggled in tandem, Hannah shifted a little but otherwise remained in place, idly chatting with them like nothing was out of the ordinary despite the mess she was unleashing inside of the car. "Playing hockey is a thirsty business," she explained over the sound of her piss spraying against the faux leather, "We've got lots of water bottles on the bench, and even the goalie has one of their own. I've been drinking a lot, and it's gotta go somewhere."

"Isn't that uncomfortable?" Anna asked, gesturing at Hannah.

"Eh. Better than squatting," Hannah replied, feeling her stream starting to run dry. The sound of it grew a little quieter as the intensity of her piss fell rapidly, and she clenched her muscles to make sure she was completely empty. Once done, she hopped down from the window and winced as her muscles ached; she realized a little late that she should have kept her jeans held up, but there was nothing for it, so she gave a low grunt as she bent down, grabbed them, and pulled them back up to her knees.

"Ouch," Chloe sympathized.

"No pain, no gain," Hannah muttered through clenched teeth as she held her jeans up in one hand, digging around in the pocket with the other. With a bit of wrangling she pulled out a tissue to wipe herself dry with and set to work. "Anyway, I'll be done in a moment and then we can go."

"I think you've peed in more cars than the rest of us now," Anna joked with a grin.

"Probably," Hannah remarked offhandedly. As she stood back up she cast a glance into the car, and paused for a moment. The whole passenger seat was drenched, with a substantial puddle on it, but the spray from her heavy stream had gotten the middle console wet too, with droplets getting more and more sparse the further away they were. The back of the seat in front of where she had been was also wet, with rivulets of her pee running down the faux leather. The cushion, the belt buckles... everything close to where she had peed was wet, and she was sure the inside door was dripping too, she just couldn't see it. It was quite a sight to behold, an impressive visual indicator of exactly what she had done...

"Hannah?" Chloe asked after a moment.

"Huh?" Hannah replied. "Oh, sorry, I spaced out for a moment," she murmured, tossing the tissue in through the car window and pulling her pants and panties back up.

"Well, okay, but your tail was wagging."

Hannah blinked for a moment, then covered herself by saying, "Well, it reminded me of that trip, that's all." As she fastened her jeans she went on, "We should all go again together next summer. There's so much stuff up there I never got to do."

"I know, right?" Anna agreed, "And that doesn't even include all the stuff I want to do a second time!"

"We can talk with Makayla about it when we get there," Hannah suggested as she finished making herself decent again. "I'm sure she'd want to go back between semesters."

"Assuming she even gets any time!" Chloe complained, throwing her hands up into the air. "She's always so super busy, like, all the time!"

"We've gotta get her to come out with us soon," Anna agreed, "It's nice to go have dinner at her place, but she needs to go outside for something other than her internship, you know?"

As Hannah gathered up her sporting gear, she gave a deep sigh. "Trust me, I know," she murmured. "I've been trying to make sure she takes breaks too, before she breaks herself." With a smile, she began heading for the van. "So let's not keep her waiting any longer than necessary, yeah?"

"Yeah! Plus I'm starving. I'm gonna eat like half that lasagna," Anna replied, hurrying on ahead as she pulled out the van keys again.

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"O-kaaaay," Anna began as she, Chloe and Makayla stepped out from one of the clothing stores at the mall, reaching into her pocket and tugging out a crumpled sheet of lined paper torn out of a notebook after setting down her bags. They stayed close to the glass storefront to keep out of the way of other mall-goers wandering past. "Let's see... new sneakers for us, check," she continued, sticking a foot out and wiggling it.

"Check!" Chloe echoed, holding up a shopping bag.

"Dress shoes?"

"Check," Makayla replied, holding up one of her bags.

"New winter hat for me, check. New winter gloves for Makayla..."

"Check."

"New winter coat for Chloe?"

Chloe giggled and brushed her fingers through some of the fur sticking out of the top of her shirt. "Not yet. It won't grow in for another couple of months."

Anna snickered a bit at their joke as Makayla rolled her eyes with an exasperated, but amused sigh. "New sweater for Makayla?" Anna continued.

"Check," the jaguar replied, nudging one of the large bags next to her with her foot.

"Saying hi to Hannah while you paid for the sweater?"

Makayla chuckled briefly. "That too, yes."

Anna ran down a few more items on the rest of the list until she got to the bottom. "Aaaand... business clothes for Makayla."

"Not yet," Makayla answered with a shake of her head.

"Okey-dokey, that's the last thing on the list, so let's head on over," Anna declared, stuffing the paper back into her skirt pocket haphazardly. "I think you'll be on your own though, if we're going to Fairwell's."

"More like Farewell to Your Wallets," Chloe joked with a giggle.

Makayla glanced away self-consciously, folding her arms. "My parents insist," she murmured. "They'll be checking the credit card statement."

Chloe's ears flattened a little. "Aww, I didn't mean to make you feel bad," she apologized. "It's okay if you get super-fancy clothes. Right, Anna?"

"Right," Anna agreed. "I bet you'll look awesome in them! And you're going to need to look your best where you're going."

A small smile crossed Makayla's face. "Thanks, you two," she murmured, bending down to grab her bags. "I wasn't trying to be a downer. Let's get going."

Commanding part of the upper edge of the mall with a sign easily visible from most of the ground floor, the high-end store was definitely far beyond either Anna or Chloe's budget – or even both of them put together. But, they wanted to give Makayla support, so they helped her pick out some nice office clothes and then hung around outside the changing rooms; at such a high-end store they had staff minding the rooms, and wouldn't let anyone in unless they had clothes or needed to assist someone. So, they simply waited nearby while Makayla got changed.

"Psst," Chloe whispered after a little bit, leaning over towards Anna and taking her attention away from her phone.

"What's up?" Anna whispered back.

"We've gotta help that girl loosen up," Chloe told Anna quietly. "This was supposed to be relaxing!"

Nodding in agreement, Anna sympathized, "I know! Have you got any ideas?"

"A couple," Chloe replied. She talked quietly with Anna until Makayla returned, smoothing out the front of a dark blue suit with a jacket and tight knee-length skirt cut at the back to let her tail poke out, a matching tie tucked neatly into the front of the jacket.

"Oooooooh," Chloe let out appreciatively.

"What do you think?" Makayla asked, turning around for them.

"You look ready to take on the world!" Chloe said excitedly.

Anna nodded heavily and added, "Yeah, you wear it REALLY well."

"You could be a national news anchor in that," Chloe suggested.

"Or she could be, like, a CEO," Anna offered, leaning towards Chloe.

"Or the president."

"Or a super-spy lady!"

"Or a-"

"Oh, stop it, you two, you're flattering me," Makayla cut in, glancing away with a small smile. "But thank you. I'm glad it looks good."

"Looks amazing, you mean," Anna remarked.

"Oh yeah. They'll have to give you extra credit just for that."

Makayla chuckled a little. "Thank you. I'll go get changed again and then we can be on our way."

"Actually," Chloe interrupted just as Makayla was starting to turn around, "There's one more thing I forgot. It's okay if we make one last quick stop, right?"

"Hm? Of course," Makayla replied. "What is it?"

"Just another clothes store, it won't be long, I promise."

"All right, then. I'll be right back."

She slipped back into the changing rooms, and Chloe turned to Anna and gave her a little fistbump. "Okay, phase one complete," she whispered to the red fox.

Anna couldn't help but giggle. "Phase one of...?"

"Operation: chill out a little!" Chloe replied in a raised whisper, smirking broadly.

Anna gave a small laugh, not wanting to make too much of a commotion. After Makayla returned and took the clothes to the register, Chloe led them back down and into another women's clothing store, albeit one both far more casual and affordable than the designer name-brand store they had left. Lots of jeans, t-shirts, sweaters, jackets and more hung from the displays, many of them branded with images from bands, TV shows, video games or movies. Pop music was playing on the store radio, and the whole place was painted various shades of pink, a far cry from the dark wood paneling of the designer store.

Struggling with all of the bags she was carrying, Makayla followed the vixens and their own handfuls of bags in. "What're you looking for, Chloe?" she inquired. "If you're going to be a while, I'm going to make a quick trip to the bathroom."

"Well, that depends," Chloe replied, turning and facing the jaguar. "What would you like?"

Makayla blinked in surprise. "Me? I thought you said you needed something."

"Well yeah – I need to help you out!" Chloe gestured to the rest of the store. "Get something for yourself. You deserve it."

Anna leaned in as well. "Yeah, go on. Just one thing. Your parents won't know, it's all clothing anyway, right? Get yourself something."

Makayla didn't look terribly convinced, however, one hand idly brushing at the forelock of black hair covering part of her face. "I shouldn't..." she began.

"So?" Anna interjected, making an exaggerated shrugging motion with both arms. "Do it anyway."

"Yeah, it's okay to break the rules a little bit now and then," Chloe agreed.

Glancing back and forth between the two of them, Makayla kept a stern face. "You two are bad influences."

"Oh yeah, totally," Chloe teased playfully.

"The absolute worst," Anna agreed.

"But we're also right," Chloe went on, waggling a finger at Makayla. "For almost all summer long and for half of autumn too, you've been working your spotted butt off."

Leaning over, Anna whispered, "They're called rosettes-"

"Okay, rosetted butt, whatever, it could be plaid for all I care," Chloe joked, "The point is that you seriously need to chill, girl. Take some time and some things for yourself." Pointing to Makayla's bags, she continued, "Literally everything you've got there is for university. So buy just one thing for yourself. Just one! You deserve it."

Hesitating, Makayla glanced past Chloe at the shelves of clothes. "Like what?" she asked hesitantly.

"Socks?" Chloe suggested.

Anna, looking thoughtful, pointed at a nearby rack. "A t-shirt?"

"Panties?"

Anna was about to make another suggestion, then turned and raised an eyebrow at Chloe. "Mmmno," she said, glancing at Makayla who seemed a little flustered by the suggestion, "Let's just start small. Literally all of your t-shirts are just a single color. Get something with character to it!"

"Yeah!" Chloe agreed, "They've got all kinds of shirts here. Stuff for bands, TV shows, and games only Kaitlyn would recognize. Let's go look!"

"I don't want to spend a long time here," Makayla murmured, shifting from one foot to the other. "If we must, let me go to the bathroom first."

"I mean..." Anna mused, glancing around and lowering her voice. "You could just use one of the changing rooms here..."

Makayla froze, her tail standing straight for a moment. "What? No!" she insisted after overcoming her surprise. Murmuring, she went on, "Why would I? There are perfectly good bathrooms here."

"Yeah, way off at the other end of this floor," Chloe pointed out. "You'll have to walk alllllll the way there, and allllllll the way back..."

Hesitating, Makayla glanced away again. Memories of the trouble the vixens had gotten her into up at the campgrounds surfaced, but even though those two were encouraging her again, this was different... right?

"I don't want to make a mess," she murmured eventually. "It's fine. I can walk while you pick something out."

"Why are you worried about that?" Anna asked, tilting her head.

"It'll have to be cleaned..."

"Not by you. It'll be just like that cabin – it was going to get cleaned anyway, right?"

"Yeah," Chloe added, "You didn't think it was going to clean itself, did you? But it was going to get cleaned either way, so it didn't make a difference."

Anna nodded. "Right. Someone else will take care of it."

Makayla still seemed hesitant, however. "It doesn't seem fair to the staff."

"I'm sure they've got carpet cleaner or something. Barely a week goes by at the game store without someone spilling a soda on the floors or something like that. It's just par for the course."

Frowning deeply, Makayla retorted, "This isn't soda we're talking about!"

Anna gave a shrug. "So? If anything, it'll be LESS messy. A sugary liquid drying on a carpet is way, way worse, trust me."

Chloe leaned in a little: she could tell from the look on Makayla's face that she was considering it, and just needed a bit of an extra push. "We'll stay outside and give you cover. If anyone starts coming close I'll knock on the wall or something like that."

"Yeah, we'll be right there with you. Just, you know, with some thin walls between you and us."

Makayla took a deep breath, and the end of her tail flicked. "...okay, fine. I can't believe you two have made this sound... reasonable."

Chloe giggled, her tail swishing rapidly. "We know what we're talking about."

"Let's... let's go, before I change my mind," Makayla muttered. "Will you watch my bags when I'm... doing that?"

"Sure!" Anna replied, flashing a thumbs-up.

"Very well, then." Together they headed off, first to the t-shirts. Fortunately it didn't take long for Makayla to find one she wanted, and though she tried to quickly fold it up so the foxes couldn't see the design, they were just able to look at the rack instead. It was a shirt with the logo of The Flying Drums's namesake drums on it, and the two foxes were quick to give her encouragement and tell her not to be embarrassed about it, urging her to go try it on in the changing rooms. There were only a few, but they all were empty at that time, so Makayla slipped into one at the end, leaving her bags and purse outside with Anna and Chloe. The foxes waited outside, subtly placing their bags close to the door of the next one over to make it less likely that anyone else would take it.

Inside, Makayla took heavy breaths as she quickly changed into the t-shirt. Her heart was pounding, and she inhaled deeply to try and calm herself, trying on the shirt first. It was a decent fit, maybe slightly too large... but only a little, in a way that made it look more casual. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, turning, eventually giving a low rumble of approval. Yes. She liked it. She didn't know when she might get to wear it... but she liked it. And those two were right – she needed to look after herself more. Hannah had been telling her much the same thing on several occasions.

The pressure in her belly made her hesitate again. Was she really going to do this? She wasn't like those two troublemakers, right? Losing her nerve, she pulled off the t-shirt and began changing into her normal one, hanging the new one on the hook on the wall. But then she hesitated again. For a moment, inner turmoil reigned within her, and then she leaned close to the door of the changing room. "Still clear?" she hissed quietly.

"Yep," Chloe's voice came back. "You're all good. You've got this, girl."

Makayla fretted for a moment, then with a sigh, reached down and grabbed the edge of her skirt. She really couldn't back down now. But regardless of her feelings on the location she had been urged to use, she did still have to pee regardless, feeling that vague discomfort she had been trying to ignore for the last couple of stores. Maybe... maybe she should do it, just to get it over with? 

She couldn't spend all day in the changing room, especially with those two listening in. Steeling herself, she squatted down as low to the thin pink carpet as she could, one hand holding up her skirt. Then she realized she had to deal with her panties, and stood back up, giving a surreptitious and paranoid look around as she slid them down to her ankles – and felt a little silly, realizing she was looking for observers in a private space. Awkwardly struggling to get her panties off over her shoes, she stuffed them into her right pocket, then tucked the front of her skirt into its own waistband.

She'd done this before, at the campsite. And accidentally forgotten to put her panties back on too at the time – she wouldn't make that mistake a second time. Squatting back down, she braced her other hand on the little bench in the changing room stall, and she took a few breaths. This was it, she was really going to... take the foxes' suggestion. The things she let them talk her into! Doubt began to creep into her mind, but before it could take over, she relaxed enough that her full bladder began to release.

She shivered and grimaced, feeling conflicted as a shower of golden droplets sprayed out from her slit and onto the carpet under her. She was really doing it. Her! In a place like this! What would her mother say if she found out? She was making a mess on the floor like a badly-trained housepet. What was she going to do when she was done? She thought about stopping, but there wasn't really any point in that now...

Makayla glanced away in disgust, feeling guilty about what she was doing, but taking her eyes off of her mess and trying to focus elsewhere only made her more cognizant of the noise she was starting to make. Her spray of urine had been raining down onto the carpet just in front of the bench, but now that the carpet was starting to get soaked, it was beginning to make a quiet pattering sound.

"...so, this reminds me of that one time in Junior High," Chloe suddenly began. She was raising her voice a little, Makayla could tell, no doubt to mask the noise that Makayla's stream was making.

"In chemistry class?" Anna replied, also with a slightly raised voice. Makayla listened more intently, feeling conflicted. Those two had planned this whole thing! This wasn't just some spur-of-the-moment idea, they had planned ahead. She glanced down and then quickly looked away from the stain on the carpet that had grown even larger since she last looked, grimacing in disgust. And yet, she kept going; she was too deep into it to stop now, not to mention that if she tried to stop early she might end up making a mess of herself. That was the one way this situation could get even worse, and the only way to avoid it was to continue. She'd just have to keep peeing on the floor, taking an insane risk for some reason she couldn't fathom, staying in her low squat, the hissing and splashing of her urine masked by the conversation just outside.

"No, the other time."

"Oh, when Sydney made that bet?"

Makayla's lip curled a little as she felt some of her pee drip down her loins, and she tried to shift her stance to avoid it getting any worse, unintentionally moving her spray and making the mess even bigger. The carpet under her was much darker wherever her pee had landed, turning from pink to more of a rouge color. It would be extremely obvious. She'd have to make a quick exit after she was done...

"No, the OTHER other time."

"Ohh, in the locker room?"

Mercifully, Makayla soon felt her bladder starting to empty out and her spray losing its intensity. She felt a great sense of relief that the ordeal was nearly over. Soon she could clean herself up, get dressed, and get out before the situation got any worse. At least she had managed to minimize how messy she had gotten – by squatting so low and keeping her legs apart she had avoided getting splashed by any droplets. The last thing she needed was damp socks. Not wanting to risk any leftovers, she clenched her muscles to get out the last smaller sprays, going two extra times after she ran dry just to be extra-sure.

"No! You know, when, um..." Chloe snapped her fingers, trying to remember.

"During the play?"

Makayla reached for her purse... but she'd left it outside. She began to panic: she had nothing to clean herself with.

"Yeah, that one! When Sydney-"

"Chloe!" Makayla called out in a raised whisper.

Chloe shuffled sideways a bit. "What's up?" she asked from outside the slatted door.

"Tissue!" Makayla hissed, feeling embarrassed.

"One sec," Chloe replied. There was movement that Makayla could only partly see – and then Chloe stuck an unfolded tissue through the gap in the slats, letting it fall through.

Makayla snatched it with her empty hand and hissed, "Another!"

"Sure thing," came the answer, a brief pause elapsing before a second tissue was passed in. "Got a lot to clean-?"

"Not now," Makayla grumbled as she grabbed the second tissue. Putting her hand on the floor behind her to avoid falling over entirely afterwards, she quickly got to work wiping herself dry. Tossing the damp tissues away in disgust the moment she was done with them, she quickly stood back up, grabbing the t-shirt she had hung up, intent on leaving as fast as she could.

Just as she was about to exit, she cast a glance back. Yes, the big wet stain on the carpet was still there, just as obvious as before. And she had done that. Taken a huge risk of getting into trouble, for what? To avoid a bathroom trip? She did feel better for having gotten her relief, but that was no different than if she had gone to the toilet properly. The mess on the floor couldn't just be flushed away. It would stay there until someone else found it, and unlike at the campsite, there wouldn't be anyone else's mess to draw attention away. And they'd know what it was and what she had done.

But there was nothing she could do at this point. She couldn't even clean it up; she'd have to admit to what she had done. Shaking her head, she turned away from the mess on the floor and slipped back out of the changing room, and the moment she did, she felt... something, something she couldn't quite identify. Relieved in some way, but... how, and why? The foxes were waiting, so she immediately began to gather her bags. "All done?" Anna whispered.

"Yes," Makayla replied tersely. The strange feeling remained, and she took deep breaths to calm herself as they made their way to the register. Fortunately the woman at the counter barely spared her a glance as she scanned the barcode on the shirt's tag, told her the price, and held out the card reader. Without thinking, Makayla swiped her parents' credit card and declined a bag, saying that she had enough already, stuffing the shirt into one of the bags before making her exit.

With each step she took towards the exit, Makayla felt... lighter. Free. Liberated. She was going to get away with it. Her fears were going away because she was about to get away with it all. She had left behind the puddle, yes, but... that was the only thing she had left. Nobody would know it was her. And she wouldn't be returning, so it wouldn't be her problem to deal with. She felt a little bad knowing that someone else would have to clean it up, but it wouldn't be her, and... maybe Anna was right. The staff were paid to clean up anyway, right? Surely somewhere as busy as this would clean their floors regularly anyway...

The moment they fully left the store, she let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "Ugh... I can't believe I did that," Makyala murmured, closing her eyes and shaking her head. The event itself was still an unpleasant memory, yet only now, that she was in the clear, did she feel something more... positive. She thought back over what had just happened... and then realized she had made other mistakes. For one, her panties were still in her pocket – despite her own self-reassurance and confidence that she wouldn't make that same mistake a second time, she had done so anyway. That was bad enough! But on top of that, she'd done something else that would absolutely get found out, and she began to panic. "Oh... oh, this is bad...!"

"We're so proud of you," Anna said with a grin and a swish of her tail.

"Yeah! You did great in there," Chloe concurred, her own tail a blur as well.

"No, not that! I put it on my parents' card by mistake!" Makayla groaned.

"Ohhhhhhh..." both foxes said at the same time.

"Uh... whoops!" was the best Chloe had to offer.

"Aw, it'll be fine," Anna reassured Makayla, "It's like, basically nothing compared to what you spent at Fairwell's."

"I hope you're right," Makayla murmured as she began walking again, heading for the side of the mall the car park was on. She still felt conflicted about what she had done in the changing room. She stuffed her hands into her skirt pockets to hold it down and make sure she avoided any embarrassment, but having one hand touching her bunched-up panties only further reminded her of the potentially humiliating situation she was in. Yet, her nervousness about the mess she had made was gone, leaving complicated feelings alongside her worries about her state of undress beneath her skirt, and her parents' potential reprimand for her purchase. Why, though? Why did she suddenly feel this way...?

It was a mystery she'd have to figure out later.

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Colors exploded and gems went flying across the screen of Chloe's phone as she swiped over it with her thumb, leaning on the wall behind her passing time waiting for Anna. She was outside the back door of the tabletop game store where Anna had had her wait, and with nothing better to do, she had set to the task of matching three – sometimes four or maybe even five – in a row for as long as she could. She was used to the wait since this wasn't the first time Anna had closed the store, but it would be the last time. By now, the mall itself had closed, leaving it populated only by the staff – and sneaky visitors like Chloe pretending to be staff. With the main doors closed, the only way to leave was through one-way doors, so the side corridor where Chloe was waiting was extremely quiet, even more so than the rest of the after-hours mall.

As she silently debated which column to use her line-clearing power-up on, the door across from her opened up and Anna came out, holding both hands above her head. "Freedom!" she declared, dramatically throwing her head back.

"Yeah!" Chloe cheered, tapping the bottom of her phone screen to put the game in the background.

The door closed behind Anna and she looked back at it, giving it a light thump with the side of her fist. "That's it, it's locked now, I am officially done," she announced, then gave a sigh. "I'm gonna miss the place, but I can always come back. My boss said I can keep my staff discount as thanks."

"Oh, nice!"

"Yep, I really appreciate it. Anyway, I'm hungry, so let's get going. Thanks for waiting."

"It's no trouble," Chloe replied, shaking her head as they started to head down the corridor. "So how was your last day at work?"

"Pretty quiet, honestly. I said most of my goodbyes last time, and there weren't any big events happening today. But that's fine, a quiet day is better than, like, having some big disaster happen."

Chloe nodded. "Oh yeah, you don't want to be in a mall when the zombie apocalypse starts."

Anna gave an amused snort. "Or when some mobsters come to smash the place up."

"Or for the whole mall to get sent back in time."

"Or for me to get hit by a runaway forklift and sent into a parallel world."

Chloe giggled and shook her head. "That Time I Got Hit By A Forklift And Became A Master Jewel Thief In A Faraway Land?"

"I don't think that's going to be a bestseller," Anna joked, then looked thoughtful. "Wait, that's not a real one, is it?"

"Gosh, I hope not. Unless you're the star of it, then I'd read it!"

"Thanks, I think," Anna teased, chuckling. Turning a corner, she bumped directly into the janitorial cart that had been left near a supply closet and let out a startled yip, grabbing onto it to stop herself from falling over.

"Are you all right?" Chloe asked, stopping and turning.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine," Anna grumbled, straightening up. "You'd think I'd expect this considering how often the janitor leaves this thing here while he's out on a smoke break."

"Oh?" Chloe inquired, "Do you know him?"

"Nope," Anna replied, shaking her head and looking over the cart. "Just his routine. He'll be back in like..." Pulling out her phone and checking the time, Anna finished, "...15 minutes or so."

She glanced over at Chloe, who gave her a long look and a smirk. Anna raised an eyebrow, glancing at Chloe's wagging tail, then back at the arctic fox's face. After another moment, a small chuckle escaped Anna as she also broke into a grin, her tail waving back and forth. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I'm pretty sure YOU'RE thinking what I was thinking," Chloe said mirthfully, giggling a bit. "So, shall we?"

"What're they going to do, fire me?" Anna joked. "Go on then, you first."

"Huh?" Chloe's ears pricked up. "Why me first?"

"You had the idea before I did," Anna pointed out. "I was thinking what you were thinking!"

"All right, all right." Chloe looked over the cart: it had a bucket at the front with a mop sticking out of it, and a wringer taking up half of the top. A couple of wet floor signs were stuck between the bucket and the middle of the cart, where some shelves had a few rolls of paper towels and other cleaning supplies. The top was loaded with spray bottles and the back had a big garbage bag with a dustpan and broom clipped onto it. Leaning over and peering into the bucket, Chloe saw the bubbly water inside, unsure if it was clean or dirty. Though if it wasn't dirty, it would be soon...

"Okay, I've got an idea," Chloe said, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Let me see if I can..." Raising a leg, she tried to rest it on the side of the bucket near the wringer, but it started to tip and she quickly took her foot away. "No? Okay, how about..." she murmured, grabbing the edges of the cart and trying to climb up onto it, but it began to tip forward and only a quick grab of the back handle by Anna saved Chloe and the cart from both falling over.

"I think you need a new idea," Anna teased playfully.

"No, no, this'll work!" Chloe insisted, then added "...somehow..." as she stared down at the bucket. "Okay, fine, I'll stand next to the cart instead of on it. Maybe if I..." she muttered, reaching under her skirt to slide her panties down to her ankles. This time, she tried to face away from the bucket and lowered her hips towards it, attempting a hovering squat over the bucket. It was difficult for her, though, and the mop handle kept getting in the way, her rump pushing it around and then the cart by extension. Trying one more time, she lowered her hips just a little bit as if trying to sit on nothing, but her legs wobbled, and she reached out to the side to put her hand on the wall next to the cart. "How does Kaitlyn do this?" Chloe asked incredulously, trying to hold the position a moment longer before giving up and standing again.

Anna couldn't help but laugh. "Better hurry," she reminded Chloe.

"Okay, okay, uh..." Chloe began, turning back to face the cart again, shuffling awkwardly due to having her panties around her ankles. Lowering her hips into a squat with her knees spread and her feet together, she kept one hand stretched out towards the wall to hold herself up as she squatted down, trying to push her hips forward towards the bucket, her other hand holding her skirt up and out of the way. But the bucket was just ever so slightly too high, so she had to stand on her tip-toes, making her balance even more precarious: when she tried to lean forward to check her aim, she nearly lost her balance, and had to straighten back up quickly. "Heck," she grumbled, "I hope I'm lined up right."

Taking a deep breath, Chloe let it out a moment later as she started to pee, momentarily satisfied when she heard the splashing of her water in the mop bucket. But she could also hear the drumming of it against plastic, and got a little worried. "Uh, it IS getting in the bucket, right?" she asked.

"Some of it's hitting the side," Anna informed her, watching from next to the cart.

"Aw, crud," Chloe groaned, and took another breath, clenching and pushing her stream out harder.

"No, no, hitting the INSIDE," Anna corrected – but a little late, as Chloe's stream began to spray, some of it hitting the far side of the bucket while several droplets sailed over the back edge of the bucket and hit one of the wet floor signs.

Chloe let out an "Oh, whoops!" and relaxed, but overcompensated. She knew she'd weakened her stream too much immediately, not just from hearing her pee hitting the side of the bucket again, but also from feeling some of it running down her underside towards her tail and dripping off the bottom of her rump due to the position she was in. Quickly returning the flow of yellowed liquid to its original strength, she relaxed a little when she heard splashing again, leaning a little more on the wall to keep herself upright.

"Having some trouble there?"

"This isn't my best performance," Chloe admitted, shaking her head. Her ears swiveled a bit, trying to listen out. No, there was definitely some plastic sounds in with the splashing...

"You're hitting the side again, the outer side."

"Uuuugh, what-EVER," Chloe muttered in defeat, focusing on just keeping herself still. It was good enough, so she held the pose for a little longer until she began to run low – even as Anna tore off some brown paper towels from one of the spare rolls and tossed them down onto the floor even before Chloe was done. Chloe shot her a glare, but Anna just grinned widely in response.

Once she had finished, including the last couple squirts, Chloe lowered her skirt and held out her hand. "Paper towels, please," she requested, and Anna tore off some more to hold them out. They were the rough brown kind, so she merely dabbed them against her slit and then reached under herself to dry up the pee that had run down her underside, rubbing around to make sure she was as dry as she could get before tossing the paper towels down with those Anna had already left on the floor.

Only then did she shuffle away and stand up, surveying the mess: there was a puddle in front of the cart and her piss was running down the front of the bucket as well as the cart itself. The sign behind the bucket was glistening wet, and the paper towels that Anna had tossed down were already completely soaked, having turned an even darker brown. Bending at the knees, Chloe reached down for her panties to...

"Uh-oh," she mumbled. They hadn't escaped unscathed, and numerous wet spots were on the fabric, enough that they would be unpleasant to wear.

"Uh-oh indeed," Anna agreed. "What're you gonna do?"

With an exaggerated sigh, Chloe began tugging them off. "I guess I'm going Full Sydney," she complained melodramatically, pulling the panties off over her shoes and then stuffing them into the trash bag hanging from the back of the cart.

"The Full Sydney!" Anna echoed with a jocular cheer as she pulled out her phone and checked it. "Still got time, I think..."

"You'd better!" Chloe said, grabbing the wet floor sign that had escaped the shower of her piss, setting it up on top of the puddle, one of its legs standing on a drenched paper towel. "I've already made a mess, I don't think you can make it much worse."

"Is that a challenge?" Anna asked with a smirk, leaning forward and wagging her tail as she folded her arms.

Chloe blinked, then grinned back at her. "It can be!"

"You know I don't back down from a challenge," Anna replied playfully, walking up to the wet floor sign that Chloe had put down. Lifting her skirt with her left hand and tugging her panties aside with her right, Anna hummed to herself as she put on an air of confidence. It only lasted until she relaxed and began to pee, and her stream gushed almost straight down to land between her feet. "Oh my gosh, forget Kaitlyn, how does Sydney do this?" Anna wondered aloud, sticking her hips out to try and move her stream forward.

"Some kind of black magic," Chloe mused as she stood back and away from the splash.

"This definitely isn't our best performance," Anna agreed belatedly.

"It's okay, I'd say a C-."

"More like a Pee Minus," Anna mumbled, shuffling forward until her stream was landing directly on the sign, but her sneakers were wet on the sides from the spray and she was standing in the puddle as well. Giving in, she got even closer to pee higher up on the sign, her stream pattering against it before it flowed down over the stick figure image and the words on the front, eventually dripping off onto the wet floor below it.

Chloe moved around Anna and the puddle on the floor to grab more paper towels, tossing them down into the growing puddle, though it mostly just added to the mess. "I don't think that's helping," Anna observed, wiggling her hips just a little bit to thoroughly splash the front of the sign.

"Well yeah, some fox is still peeing all over them!" Chloe fired back with a giggle.

"I'm not going to stop partway!" Anna emphasized, looking downward at the growing mess. She remained there for a little longer until the stream of pale urine trickled off, and she clenched to get a couple more squirts out.

"Paper towel?" Chloe offered.

"No way, I'm not letting those things anywhere near my sensitive bits," Anna murmured, awkwardly pinning her skirt to her front with the arm holding her panties aside, letting her dig in a pocket for a tissue. Pulling one free and quickly wiping herself, she tossed it on the pile of paper towels and then took a step back, nearly slipping on the floor. "Okay, NOW I need some paper towels."

"Here," Chloe said, tearing off a long strip and holding it out.

"Thanks." Anna lifted one foot and wiped one shoe dry, then the other, getting the sides as well to clean them as much as she possibly could.

Then, they heard a heavy door open from somewhere down the corridor, and they both let out little gasps; Chloe turned to look that way, while Anna's ears swiveled to listen behind her. "Someone's coming!" Chloe hissed.

"This way!" Anna insisted, pointing around the corner. She dropped the wet paper towels while Chloe simply tossed aside the remaining roll, and they both made a break for it. Anna knew the back corridors well enough and led them away, though both of them kept quiet until they reached another one-way door to the outside, and Anna let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, we're clear," she murmured. "Let's go get some dinner."

"W-wait, my panties!" Chloe protested. "I forgot we were going out to get food!"

Anna glanced back. "I don't think we can go get them. You'll just have to go commando."

Chloe's ears flattened against her skull. "I-I've never done anything like that! I can't!"

Seeing how much distress Chloe was in, Anna gave her a nod. "Okay. Let's head back to your place, then, so you can get some new panties. We can go to that bar around the corner from you, how does that sound? We can come back for the chicken place some other time."

"Okay," Chloe agreed. "Sorry."

Anna smiled and pushed open the door. "Don't thank me yet, we've got to take the bus home first."

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"Take the next left, and we'll be right there," Chloe instructed, looking at her phone screen, tilting her phone carefully to stop it catching the glare of the setting sun.

"Got it," Anna confirmed, flicking on the turn signal. "Parking's going to be a challenge, though. We might have to walk a little bit, but it should be fine."

She turned the van at the intersection and glanced back and forth, looking for a spot along the side of the road to park, but it was lined completely with cars – almost all of them certainly for the same reason: the party that Anna and Chloe were bringing their friends along to, one last hurrah in the final week before the school year began, and as such, the last chance they'd all have for a big group outing like this in a while. The party house was obvious, with all the lights on, people wandering around in the front yard, and the plume of smoke rising from a barbeque.

"Are we there yet?" Sydney teased from the seat behind Anna.

"I swear, I will tie you to the roof for the trip back," Anna joked threateningly, raising a hand and gesturing towards Sydney without taking her eyes off the road. She had to turn the corner before finding a spot to park, but it wasn't that far away from the house where the party was taking place. Pulling over and backing into a better position, she turned off the engine triumphantly and leaned back in the driver's seat. "All right!" she declared, unbuckling her seatbelt so she could turn around and look at the four girls behind her, "I want you all to have fun tonight. Go wild. Not TOO wild, of course, but live a little, yeah?"

"Except for me, since I'm driving us back," Hannah said from the back seat. She was sitting next to Makayla, who was wearing the t-shirt she had bought at the mall, with the logo of The Flying Drums on the front of it. She wasn't the only one dressed specially – or at least unusually – for the occasion, such as it was: Hannah was wearing a crop top rather than a t-shirt, Kaitlyn had a gamer shirt and a sparkly hairband on, and Sydney had a denim jacket on that she was leaving open at the front. Anna and Chloe both had tie-dyed t-shirts, though Chloe's had much brighter colors compared to the more muted tones on Anna's.

"Yep, and thanks so much for that," Anna replied, smiling at Hannah.

The husky gave a little grin. "I've got to make sure Makayla gets back home, after all," she reminded them; as far as Makayla's parents knew, they were just having a girls' night in at Anna's place again.

"I can't stay super late either, I've got work in the morning," Kaitlyn grumbled.

The jaguar brushed at the forelock of black hair over her eye anxiously. "I've never been to a party before. Well, not one like this, anyway."

"Just relax and enjoy yourself. I'll be around if you need help," Hannah reassured her. "Remember though, don't leave your drink unattended and don't drink anything you didn't pour yourself."

"It's not one of THOSE kinds of parties!" Anna cut in. "That is good advice just, like, in general, but I think you'll be fine here."

Makayla glanced back and forth between the two of them. "I'm afraid I don't follow, why exactly...?"

Hannah put a hand on her shoulder. "I'll tell you after we're in."

Anna shared a glance with Chloe, and both of them giggled for a moment. "Anyway," Anna added, "You're free to do your own thing or hang out with one of us!"

"Right," Hannah agreed, "You don't need to feel left out of anything."

Makayla gave her a little smile. "I won't. Thank you."

Anna looked out the door to make sure there wasn't any oncoming traffic, then opened it. "Okay, let's go!" she declared as she climbed out. Chloe exited on the opposite side and the rest got out through the sliding side door, regrouping to cross the road together and head back to the party house.

Since they were out in the suburbs it was a pretty big house, presumably rented out to students at the university, two floors tall with a front and back yard, garage, and a privacy fence. The party itself had already started, and they could hear the music as they approached since the front door had been left open. It wasn't overly crowded, thankfully, even though the upper floor was off-limits to guests, but the entire ground floor was accessible, with snacks and drinks available in the kitchen next to stacks of paper plates and plastic cups.

At first the six of them were together in a group, until Hannah left to go talk to the host, who was another husky like her. Sydney and Kaitlyn headed off with Makayla to get some food, leaving Chloe and Anna alone for a little bit as they roamed around, danced, and talked to a few of the other guests to see if there was anyone they might be sharing a class with in the upcoming year.

After a little while out in the back yard, the two vixens headed back inside together through the rear door of the kitchen, tossing their empty cups in the trash on their way. The kitchen led into the dining room, with a corridor connecting it to the living room where most of the people inside were. Other corridors led off from it and it opened up to the second floor, with railings around the upper walkways that were currently unused but for one of the organizers occasionally heading up there to fetch something.

"Wow, already?" Anna suddenly observed.

"Huh?" Chloe asked, turning to look in the same direction Anna was.

"There's a line for the bathroom already," Anna pointed out, leaning in closer so she could be heard more easily over the music playing in the background. "I figured it'd take longer than that."

Chloe giggled a little bit and turned back to Anna. "Well, I don't think that'll affect us much," she teased in as quiet a voice as she could manage that could still be heard by her friend.

Anna snickered a little bit. "True, true," she agreed. "Maybe we should scout out a good place now."

"I've kinda gotta go, so yeah, we should," Chloe said with a nod. They began to wander, trying to look as incognito as possible, making small talk about their upcoming classes as they wandered into a side corridor, peering into the rooms along the way. There was one side room they found early, but it had big windows with a clear view of the back yard, so they'd never be able to get away with anything unnoticed in there. One door was locked, but given its proximity to the next door along, Chloe guessed that it led down into the basement.

But finally they hit paydirt at the far end of the house, next to a side door that appeared to be locked. The master bedroom was back there, and though the door had been mostly closed it was still ajar. After making sure nobody else was around, Chloe carefully nudged open the door with her elbow and peeked inside, slipping in with Anna while giving low giggles and an occasional 'ssh!' as quietly as she could.

At the back corner was a double bed with a bedside table next to it and a dresser next to that, and a thick tan carpet covering the floor. Fortunately, the curtains were already drawn over all the windows, so a little light came in around the edges but obscured everything inside from the outside. A closet with a folding sliding door was on one side opposite from the bed, along with a TV on a stand, a bookshelf, and two-seater sofa next to a free-standing lamp. A few other things had been left around too, like a t-shirt hanging over the end of the bed, a backpack in the opposite corner from the bed, and a cardboard box next to the closet that, on closer inspection, seemed to be full of cables.

"Oh yeah, this is good," Anna whispered as they looked around.

"Definitely," Chloe agreed with a nod. "I think we'd better hurry though, I don't want anyone to catch us."

"I don't think anyone will come this way."

"Well, they might, so..." Chloe looked around, then shook her head. "I'm just going to go on the carpet. We can come back again later, we'll be here for a while."

"Heh, suit yourself," Anna murmured as Chloe wandered over towards the bed, slipping into the space between the bedside table and the dresser so that she was obscured from the door. Reaching under her skirt, Chloe squatted down as she tugged her panties to one side, resting her hand against the dresser as she spread her legs out.

Anna, however, was a little more daring, and was already looking around for a spot of her own even as Chloe gave a little sigh and started to pee on the carpet, her stream hissing for a few moments as the yellowed fluid soaked into the thick, long carpet fibers. The red fox's eyes darted over the available locations, but she was spoilt for choice – there were so many options! Of course, any of them would do to one-up Chloe...

Chloe heard the sound of a zipper and leaned forward a bit as she continued to pee on the carpet, the fibers under her visibly darkened, but sufficiently absorbent that there was no puddle forming on them yet even as the wet spot spread outward. "Anna?" she asked in a raised whisper. Peering around the corner of the dresser, she saw the other vixen opening up the backpack, which was a mix of dark and light greens. It had just the one zipper running up and over the top of it, which Anna had undone, her hands currently tugging it apart so the top yawned wide open.

"Yeah, it's just me," Anna replied quietly, reaching under her skirt and pushing her panties downward as she turned away from the wall, backing up to the now-opened backpack. "Just finding my own spot."

Chloe adjusted her hold on the dresser so she could watch, leaning forward a little more, which moved her stream with her to drench more of the carpet. Anna squatted down over the backpack, able to lower her hips into it slightly with how much she had pulled it open, and wrapped her arms around her knees for stability as she relaxed. While Chloe's stream continued to pour onto the carpet, only now beginning to make a quiet splashing sound as she finally saturated the thick fibers, Anna's stream sprayed into the backpack's interior and splashed more loudly in the hollow space – or hollow-sounding space, at least, as Chloe had no idea what, if anything, was inside of it.

"Anna!" Chloe hissed softly.

"It's fiiiiiine," Anna replied, exhaling, her tail swishing behind her. As she shifted her hips a little the sound of her stream changed pitch a little, striking some different part of the inside of the backpack, and for a moment it made a metallic sound as it hit something inside on the bottom.

Chloe glanced nervously at the barely-open door, looking through the small gap into the corridor, but there was no sign of anyone nearby. She was starting to run dry anyway, though compared to what Anna was doing, it didn't feel all that adventurous – even if, as she glanced downwards, she could see a big and obvious stain on the carpet. She shuffled to the side just a bit so that as she clenched to get out the last squirt, it landed on an until-then dry part of the carpet and soaked into it silently, and then she began digging in her pocket for a tissue.

Anna, meanwhile, held her position for the most part, only moving her hips around enough to splash the inside of the backpack thoroughly while still keeping her stream inside of it. She glanced over at Chloe and saw her wiping her slit with a tissue, then looking around as if trying to find a place to throw it away before giving up and just tossing it onto the carpet. Chuckling, Anna pre-emptively moved one hand to her pocket to fish out a tissue of her own, even as the flow of her urine was only just starting to trickle off.

"Okay, I'm all done," Chloe whispered as she stood back up.

"Yeah, gimme a sec," Anna replied softly, letting her pee stop of its own accord before pushing out what remained in her bladder. Reaching under her skirt, she dabbed at her slit to dry it off before simply dropping the tissue inside the backpack with the rest of her mess, grinning at Chloe as she took her hand back out and showed that it was empty, making the arctic fox giggle quietly. Standing back up, Anna pulled her panties back up, smoothing out her skirt as she prepared to leave, zipping the backpack back up quickly.

"Let's go," Chloe said in a quiet whisper, heading for the door.

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Sydney took one sip from the can of beer she had just opened, then screwed her eyes shut and shuddered from head to toe. "Bleugh," she grumbled, sticking out her tongue, opening one eye to look at Kaitlyn, who was having a great deal of trouble not breaking out into laughter as she kept one hand over her muzzle. Shaking her head, Sydney grumbled, "How does anyone drink this stuff?"

"Don't ask me," Kaitlyn replied between chuckles, "I tried it once and I can't stand the taste of it either."

"Eugh. Ick. Bleck." Sydney raised the can to her nose, sniffed, and scrunched up her face again. "Do you want it?"

"Nooooo thank you," Kaitlyn replied, shaking her head and one hand. "I'm good with my soda," she added, holding up an almost-empty plastic bottle for emphasis.

"Don't blame you," Sydney grumbled. "I'm gonna go see if I can't pour this in the sink when nobody's looking."

"All right," Kaitlyn said with a nod, "While you're doing that, I'll find out what manner of trouble Chloe and Anna have been causing while left unattended."

"I can't even begin to imagine. Catch you soon."

As Sydney headed for the kitchen, Kaitlyn wandered out from the living room and out into the front yard, listening out for the foxes' voices and watching for Chloe's distinctive white fur and brightly-colored shirt. Anna would blend in easier, as there were several other foxes at the party, but there was only one other arctic fox that Kaitlyn had seen, and she wasn't wearing a tie-dyed shirt.

They didn't seem to be out front, though, and the only white fur she saw was on the husky that she thought was Hannah at first, but soon quickly realized was the host, currently talking to a fennec. Wandering around the side of the house, Kaitlyn tried the back yard next, and quickly spotted Chloe and Anna among the crowd watching some party game going on.

"Hey, girls," Kaitlyn greeted the two of them as she stepped up just behind them.

"Oh! Hi," Chloe replied, glancing back over her shoulder.

"Heya," Anna added, giving her a quick look and a small wave.

"What's going on here?" Kaitlyn inquired, taking a sip from her bottle. A few guys and one girl were arranged around a table with several cups arranged on it; one of the guys threw a ping-pong ball, which landed in a cup that another guy then picked up and chugged the contents of.

Chloe giggled a bit, her swishing tail brushing against Kaitlyn's arm. "Just frat boy things," she answered.

"Who's winning?"

"Technically, they are," Anna replied, pointing at one of the two groups. "But the real goal is to get drunk, so in that sense, everyone's a winner."

Kaitlyn gave an amused snort. "Fair enough," she mused, watching the next shot miss the table completely. "How's Makayla been doing?"

"Hannah's been trying to teach her how to dance," Anna answered without looking away.

"Emphasis on trying," Chloe added.

Chuckling, Kaitlyn drained the rest of her drink. "Well, as long as they're having fun. Sydney tried beer for the first time."

"Oh yeah? How'd that go?" Chloe inquired.

Kaitlyn smirked. "About as well as when you tried it," she said teasingly.

Chloe snorted, and then the three of them all groaned together with the other onlookers as one of the balls bounced off the rim of a cup instead of going in. "Hannah remains only one of us who can stomach that stuff, then," Chloe remarked, "Unless Makayla ends up liking it, which I doubt."

"Same," Kaitlyn concurred.

She stayed to watch the conclusion of the party game, and as they started setting up for another, she and the vixens wandered back inside and into the kitchen. Kaitlyn looked around, but she didn't see Sydney anywhere – she must have wandered off after ditching her beer. Both of the foxes got fresh drinks from the soda bottles on the central counter, but Kaitlyn shook her head and declined.

"Had enough already?" Chloe asked.

"For now, I don't want to overdo it," Kaitlyn replied, walking with them out from the kitchen and into the living room area, regrouping in an empty spot near a wall. She glanced over towards the bathrooms, but there was a line, just like there had been every other time she'd looked – though at least it seemed a lot shorter now. "And, well... gotta make some room before I drink any more," she said quietly.

A smirk crossed Anna's muzzle, perking up her whiskers. "And the facilities here aren't to her majesty's standards?" she teased.

Kaitlyn rolled her eyes. "I haven't even seen them yet... but probably not, if people have been using them constantly." She shook her head and scowled as she continued, "Ugh, I can't even begin to imagine what kind of state they're in, and it's only going to get worse. And there's a line, and every time I go past I can still hear whoever's in there..."

"Yeah, that really sucks," Chloe agreed sympathetically.

Anna nodded as well. "I can't believe they expected one bathroom to be enough for this whole party."

Kaitlyn gave them both a look, head slightly tilted and one eyebrow raised as she glanced between them. "...you two found someplace else, didn't you?" she asked, subtly yet pointedly.

"Huh?" both foxes asked almost in unison.

"Oh, don't play innocent. I KNOW you two." Raising her right hand to point with her index and middle fingers, she added, "Also, your tails are wagging."

Both of the foxes turned their heads to look at each other's tails, and then their own, before bursting out into giggles. "Okay, fiiiiiiiiine," Anna conceded, grinning widely. "You got us."

"You two are the worst," Kaitlyn said jokingly, shaking her head.

Chloe leaned in, holding her hands behind her back. "And what if we told you about the... 'alternative' we found?" she offered with a devious tone to match her smirk and the continued swishing of her tail.

Kaitlyn glanced over towards the bathrooms again for just a moment. "...go on..." she murmured.

"It's quiet, and very cozy," Chloe explained, keeping her voice as low as she could while still being audible over the music playing in the background. "And private. And clean."

"...well, it was clean when we got there," Anna admitted with a chuckle.

"Anna, shh! I'm trying to do a pitch!" Chloe snapped, but her expression made it clear she was only joking. "Yes, there might be... a damp spot or two... but there's plenty of space available for you!"

As Kaitlyn thought it over, whoever was currently in the bathroom flushed the toilet, which they could hear well enough even across the living room. "Where is it?" Kaitlyn asked, all but agreeing to their offer.

"We'll show you," Chloe replied, and wandered off towards the side corridor, acting incognito as she wove a path between other groups of partygoers each having their own conversations. For a moment, Kaitlyn caught sight of Makayla and Hannah who were chatting in a corner, and made a mental note to go talk to them after she had taken care of her more immediate needs.

Chloe led Kaitlyn to the bedroom while Anna trailed behind just a little. Pushing open the door, Chloe put on her best estate-agent voice and intoned, "And here we have the master bedroom. It has a wonderful view of the yard when the curtains are open. Why, you could set up your desk in that corner there and it would perfectly suit all of your gaming needs."

Kaitlyn couldn't hold back a chuckle as she stepped into the room and took a quick look around. "Yeah, okay, this'll work," she said with a nod, then turned around, seeing Chloe starting to come in behind her as Anna peered around the corner. Shaking her head, Kaitlyn booped Chloe on the nose with her index finger. "No, you two stay outside."

"What? How come?" Chloe protested while staring cross-eyed at Kaitlyn's finger.

"Because I want a little privacy!" Kaitlyn insisted. "This room will work great, but I'm not doing a co-op run here. Keep watch for me or something, please."

Chloe gave in, stepping back and shaking her head a bit. "Okay, fine."

"Such is the life of a royal guard," Anna complained theatrically, shifting away from the door to let Chloe out.

Snorting, Kaitlyn pointedly closed the door behind them and turned back to the room. Then, after a moment, she turned back to the door, but the lock on it was the kind where you pushed a button into the handle, so there was no keyhole for the foxes to peep through. Satisfied that she had some privacy, Kaitlyn returned to deciding where she would go. The wet spot on the carpet behind the dresser was obvious enough... but where had the other fox left her mark? Kaitlyn couldn't see a second wet spot, but didn't want to waste any more time; if it was that well-hidden she was unlikely to stumble on it herself by accident.

Shifting from foot to foot as she looked around, Kaitlyn decided on the sofa, though she did give it a quick inspection to make sure it wasn't suspiciously wet anywhere that she could see. As far as she could tell its pinkish-red fabric was quite dry all over, at least for the time being, and she turned away from it, grabbing the edges of her skirt and starting to hike it up as she lowered her hips. As she did, she lost her balance a little and quickly put a hand out, steadying herself on the armrest, only to stop and glance at it. For a moment she thought to herself in silence, then stood back up and moved to the side of the sofa, sliding her panties down to her knees and then slowly taking a seat on the armrest of the sofa.

She went slowly just in case it started to tip, but it seemed heavy and stable enough to remain in place. Shifting back as far as she could so that the armrest was just behind her knees, she stuck her hips out over the cushion, keeping a hand on the back of the sofa to hold herself steady. It wasn't so bad – like sitting down on the toilet, but with a little less support. It would do, though.

Her free hand grabbed the back of her skirt and lifted it up, pulling it around in front of her and onto her lap to make sure it wouldn't get splashed. The last thing she needed was for her skirt to get messy. Relaxing, she didn't need long for her somewhat-full bladder to start draining, a very pale stream of fluid starting to gush from her slit, initially striking the cushion below her until the stream picked up enough to hit the inner side of the armrest. Kaitlyn wasn't looking, though, nor did she care beyond the fact that she wasn't making a mess of herself. As long as she didn't feel any wetness on herself, it was fine.

Although the pale stream of fluid pouring out from her was making a quiet hiss, it was nearly silent otherwise, only starting to patter a little on the sofa when it eventually became saturated with red panda urine. Leaning forward a little, Kaitlyn let out a relieved sigh, and her stream shifted back a little to splash on the cushion again, going quiet briefly once more. It was certainly a lot quieter than using a toilet, that was for sure, and she really didn't want everyone near the bathroom hearing every detail of her private business. She could barely even hear the music from the living room – clearly the bedroom had better soundproofing, or perhaps just a door that shut better than the one on the bathroom. At least she'd found somewhere reasonably comfortable...

She hummed a little as she continued to pee, hearing it splashing a little as her urine spread out across the cushion to make a bigger and bigger stain. Did it have to be just 'this time'? She recalled her little misadventure with the foxes on someone's porch. What was really stopping her from doing this more often? Instead of having to deal with the grossness of public toilets, why couldn't she just find places like this – quiet, clean, and private? Especially at a place like this where she was a guest – a proper host needed to provide ample facilities for the guests. It would be unreasonable to expect her not to do her own thing instead of putting up with inadequate facilities or waiting in line with an uncomfortable pressure to release, right? She thought that over a little as she let the last of her pee dribble out from her straight downwards, clenching her muscles to get the rest of it out, then dug into her pocket for some of her always-handy tissues.

She'd have to think that one over. She dabbed the tissues against her slit, but with the pose she'd been in, she'd made very little mess of herself, and was able to return some unused tissues back to the packet hidden in her pocket, leaving the two she had used on the sofa cushion next to the large dark stains in the pinkish fabric. Standing up and tugging her panties back up, she took out the tiny bottle of hand sanitizer she was carrying in her pocket and quickly slathered some on her hands, rubbing them until they were dry, and left to go meet up with the foxes.

"All done, your majesty?" Anna teased when Kaitlyn opened the door.

Kaitlyn gave a sigh. "Yes, peasants," she replied, carrying on the joke, "Your princess is pleased for now." Snorting and unable to keep going, she chuckled and shook her head. "Thank you, though."

"Hm?"

"Well, I feel much better, way better than if I'd had to go to the other bathroom," she explained. "And I appreciate you keeping watch. So thanks. This was a good idea."

Chloe, standing at the other side of the door, giggled a little bit and leaned in. "Would her highness care for some tea?"

"Pfff, no," Kaitlyn replied pointedly. "I'm just going to grab some of their cranberry juice or something. I highly doubt a bunch of college students would have any tea anyway."

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Hannah pushed the cup up against the ice dispenser built into the freezer, letting a few ice cubes fall into it, then tugged open the fridge door to peer inside. Grabbing one of the big bottles of soda, she turned around, surprised to find a familiar pair of foxes standing right behind her.

"Oh! It's you two," she observed.

Chloe giggled a little bit. "What'cha makin' there?" she asked.

"A rum and coke, without the rum," Hannah joked, stepping aside to let the vixens raid the fridge for some drinks of their own.

"I'm surprised you don't have one of those non-alcoholic beers," Anna wondered aloud.

Hannah gave a snort as she poured soda into her cup. "I'd rather drink tap water," she said derisively. "But what about you, why are you raiding the fridge?"

Chloe pulled out a can of orange soda and handed it to Anna, taking another for herself. "We're thirsty?" Chloe asked rhetorically. "Why else would we be here?"

"And it's free," Anna added, "No point in not drinking all we can."

"Fair," Hannah conceded, returning the soda bottle to its spot inside the fridge. "I know there's some booze floating around here, even if there shouldn't be."

"Why not? There are people over 21 here, so, technically, we're supervised," Chloe rationalized. "That counts, right?"

Hannah rolled her eyes. "I'm glad you're not going into law with that attitude," she joked. "Regardless, I'm glad to see you two showing some restraint. Especially you, Anna."

"Hey, that happened one time, okay," Anna retorted, waggling a finger at Hannah as they turned and wandered back into the living room area. The husky cast a glance over to the bathroom, which only had a couple of people waiting outside of it for a change. "Besides, I got to have Austin carry me back to my room, so it wasn't all bad."

"Yeah, until the hangover the next morning."

"Well, yeah, okay, sure," Anna grudgingly conceded, popping open the can in her hands. "Where's Makayla, by the way?"

"Out in the yard, last I saw," Hannah answered, taking a sip of her soda. "Someone saw her shirt and they started fangirling about The Flying Drums together, so I left her to it."

Chloe gave a smile. "Glad to hear it. It's nice to see her finally relaxing a bit."

"Tell me about it," Hannah agreed. "I wanted to thank you two for encouraging her to come out here and do this."

"She's our friend too!" Chloe insisted with an emphatic wave of her empty hand. "I know you two are besties and all, but we want her to be happy just as much."

"It's still appreciated." Hannah cast another look over at the bathroom. Only one person in line; if they cleared out, she'd have to take the opportunity while she could.

"So, how about you?" Anna inquired. "Did you hit it off with that husky guy you were talking to earlier?"

Hannah gave a disappointed sigh. "Yes and no. I wasn't really trying to hit on him, but it must have come across that way, as he told me he already has a girlfriend and then made some excuses."

"Aww..."

The husky gave a shrug. "It happens, I'm not broken up about it," she said impassively, sipping from her soda. "Plenty more fish in the sea and all that."

"I didn't know you were on the prowl for a boyfriend."

Hannah raised an eyebrow and gave Anna an odd look. "I don't 'prowl'," she said emphatically, "And I'm not really actively looking, but... hey, the opportunity was right in front of me. Gotta take some shots now and then or you'll never score, you know?"

"There's always next time!" Chloe encouraged.

"Next time," Hannah agreed, casting another glance toward-

"Do you need to go somewhere?" Anna teased.

Hannah looked over at her with a "Huh?" and blinked in surprise.

"You keep looking at the bathroom," Anna explained with a smirk. "Too many rumless rum 'n' cokes?"

"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do," Hannah replied evasively, sipping her drink. "Why?" Then, before Anna could answer, she lowered her voice and murmured, "What trouble have you two caused already?"

"Woooow," Chloe let out, acting insulted, "So rude!"

"Such slander!" Anna agreed with a mock-offended tone.

"How dare!"

"What nerve!"

"Mm-hmm," Hannah replied, unimpressed. "So, what did you do?" she asked before nonchalantly taking another sip of her drink.

Chloe giggled and leaned in a little more closely so she could lower her voice and still be heard over the music. "Welllllllllll, we found another option."

"Yep," Anna agreed quietly, "And we already got Kaitlyn to try it out too."

"Oh really?" Hannah mused. "It must be a good spot if it met her standards."

"Like, I know, right?" Chloe said with a nod, glancing around surreptitiously to make sure nobody was close enough to overhear. "I had the floor, Anna had a backpack, and Kaitlyn... um, actually, she left us outside, so I don't know where she went."

"Uh-huh," Hannah replied, looking skeptical. She glanced back at the bathrooms subtly; a couple of people had gotten in line now so she had missed her chance to get in quickly while talking with Anna and Chloe. She was sure the foxes weren't lying, but it would be more fun not to admit that. "I don't believe you."

"Wow, you're savage tonight," Chloe remarked playfully. "Why nooooot?"

"This house is packed, there's tons of people coming and going constantly," Hannah pointed out. "How could you have found anywhere that wouldn't be noticed?"

"Okay, fine then, we'll show you," Anna said quietly. "Come on."

Still pretending not to believe them, Hannah chuckled and muttered, "Sure you will," nonetheless following after Anna as she went on ahead, slipping through the crowd, pretending to head for a different room before sneaking off down the corridor instead. Chloe came up behind them as Hannah was led to the master bedroom, and after another check to ensure nobody was around, Anna peeked inside before heading on in.

It certainly was quiet enough, Hannah had to admit, since the side door was locked and there was little other reason for anyone to come over this way. The small sofa off to one side bore a very obvious stain, and there was another wet spot on the carpet next to the dresser. Hannah's eyes spotted the backpack that had been mentioned too, but it wasn't visibly wet... which meant Anna must have used the inside of it.

"Oooh, Kaitlyn was super naughty," Anna said in a low voice as she also spotted the stain on the two-seater.

Chloe slipped in and closed the door behind her almost all the way. "Hm? ...oooh, yeah," she agreed, after following Anna's gaze.

"See?" Anna said, gesturing as she turned to Hannah. "You've gotta believe us now."

"Yeah, I do," Hannah conceded. "You two really are troublemakers. Even if you've clearly been outdone by our mutual friend."

"Psh, this was just a warm-up," Anna boasted, putting her hands on her hips. "We'll be back again later for something really wild."

"I'm sure," Hannah agreed mirthfully.

Anna's tail swished as she grinned widely, her whiskers perking up. "And you know, you're already here, and you have to go, so you might as well leave your own mark..."

Something about that certainly sounded appealing, but she didn't let it show. "Oh? Not afraid I'll outdo you too?" Hannah taunted, folding her arms.

"I told you, we'll be back later," Anna asserted. "Whatever you do, we'll do something even more daring."

"Guess I'd better set the bar high then, huh? Wouldn't want you to have it too easy now, would I?"

Anna just broadened her grin. "Bring it on, sister."

"I will, as long as you two keep quiet," Hannah replied, glancing between the two vixens.

Chloe silently brought her right hand to her muzzle to make a 'zipping-my-lips' motion, while Anna giggled, nodded, then crept back a little bit. Hannah rested her left hand at the front of her jean shorts, idly teasing the button at the top, while her right hand held her muzzle as she thought it over. What could she do to really make those two work for it? She had a momentary flashback to the end of their camping trip and smirked just a little; she'd shown them up then, and she could do it again now if she just had a good enough idea...

So many options were available to her, but the pressure in her abdomen as well as the silently judging gazes of the two foxes kept her from dwelling on them too long. Making up her mind, she approached the dresser, idly looking at some of the random knick-knacks on the top of it and the mirror attached to it. Reaching down, she tugged open the bottommost drawer as far as it would go; inside were some hastily-folded pairs of jeans and a few pairs of shorts with even less careful folding, but she hadn't been expecting nor looking for anything specific beyond a drawer that wasn't empty. Undoing the button on her shorts, she let them fall down and then slid her panties down as well, tugging one foot free from the garments and leaving them hanging around her other ankle.

Yet, as she looked down into the dresser and considered how best to position herself, she hesitated – not from a lack of willingness, but rather, the opposite. Her heart was pounding and she was feeling a rush from the situation, but she wasn't sure why. What was so different from the escapades she'd gotten up to with the others at the campsite? Or at the-... no, actually, the asylum wasn't so different, now that she thought about it. There'd been a sort of excitement to the moment there too...

"Hannah?" Anna hissed quietly, snapping Hannah out of her thoughts. She glanced upwards, looking at Anna in the reflection of the mirror, seeing both foxes watching and waiting curiously.

"Just thinking," Hannah murmured back. She could mull that over later. For now, how could she make sure she got it all in the drawer...?

A moment of inspiration hit her and she leaned forward, resting her upper hands on the top of the dresser. That way, she could position her loins over the drawer without having to lift one leg up or attempt something else awkward. Taking a deep breath, she kept her gaze downwards so that she wouldn't be looking at herself in the mirror while she was relieving herself – that would just be weird.

She had underestimated the strength of her stream, and as it hissed audibly it gushed forward enough to strike the drawer above the one she had opened, dripping and pouring off of the wood and dripping into the opened drawer, soaking the topmost pair of jeans there. Adjusting her hips, she brought her hips back a little bit to instead pee on the jeans directly, the hissing sound quickly covered up by the noise of her stream striking the denim garments and rapidly soaking into them.

Hannah tried to stay calm, but something was driving her wild. Watching the jeans get drenched and visibly darkening, just like the stains on the carpet and the sofa, except this... this was hers. She began moving her hips from side to side, which both helped keep the noise down as she sprayed dry pairs of jeans, and also seemed to excite her more as she made an even bigger mess. Definitely even more obvious than the one Kaitlyn had made, or the foxes – they'd be hard-pressed to outdo her. Was that what was exciting her? Or was it something else?

She made sure to drench everything she could see in the drawers: both the stacks of jeans and the haphazardly folded shorts, splashing them all with husky urine. Did these belong to the host that she had met earlier? The thought crossed her mind while she was hosing down the clothes, swaying her hips to give them a second coating of her yellowed fluid, but she wasn't sure. Not that it really mattered that much exactly whose they were, but there was no doubt that whoever did own them would easily notice...

Her strong stream soon began to wane and she shifted her hips closer again to ensure that every last drop she had left ended up inside of the drawer, with not a single dry spot to be seen on the topmost layer of clothing. Wait, no, there was one – so she moved her hips over to the one bit of denim that had escaped her wrath and clenched, missing with the first squirt of urine but succeeding with the second, a tiny smirk crossing her muzzle for a moment.

She could have taken a tissue from her pocket, but why not indulge herself a little more? She looked around the top of the dresser briefly, but there was nothing suitable to use for drying herself. So, continuing the search, she pulled open one of the two half-size drawers on the topmost row, she found several pairs of men's briefs, and grabbed one off the top to press against her slit to dry it off. An impromptu tissue, but it would work well enough.

Tossing it into the lower drawer, she closed only the top drawer and left the bottom one open, admiring her handiwork as she began dressing herself again. The entire inside of the drawer was soaked, with her pee having splashed the topmost layer of everything in it, and some errant piss reaching the wooden drawer bottom. The lowest parts of the stacks were only wet on the sides facing her, sure, but what she had unleashed was plain and obvious at a glance. There'd be no denying it to anyone who walked in and saw it.

"All done?" Chloe asked in a hushed tone.

"Yep," Hannah replied just as quietly, finishing tugging her shorts and panties back up and fastening the front of her shorts. "Let's see you two top that, shall we?"

Anna was nonplussed, and returned her hands to her hips. "Challenge accepted," she asserted, grinning widely. "I'll keep you informed."

Hannah gave a little chuckle. "Well, that aside, thanks for the suggestion," she told the two of them. "Sure beats waiting in line for the bathroom."

"No kidding," Chloe agreed. "You seemed really into it."

Hannah tried to keep her reaction neutral, but was unsure how much was betrayed by her tail and ears pricking up. "Of course," she replied, "I don't do anything by halves, and I need to make sure you two are sufficiently challenged."

"You're not making it easy on us, that's for sure," Anna agreed. "But we'll do it. Until then though, I'm going to go see if I can get in one of those party games out back."

"Ooh! Me too!" Chloe said excitedly.

"You two do that, I'm going to go check on Makayla," Hannah told them. "Good luck!"

"Heh, we don't need luck," Anna asserted, grinning as she and Chloe followed Hannah out of the room.

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"...and then you just fold it over," Sydney explained, gesturing with her empty hand, "Put it on a plate, and you're done. Easy." Triumphantly, she raised her drink and drained the last of it.

"Uhh, if you say so," Chloe murmured, rubbing the back of her head. They were out in the back yard enjoying the last vestiges of daylight, though the outer lights of the house had already been turned on.

"Come on, we can totally manage that!" Anna asserted. "I haven't had a good omelet in forever. Thanks, Sydney. We'll give it a try some night."

"No problem. I can text you the recipe another time if you want." With a grin, she added, "Though if you WANT to order from my parents' place every other night, I won't stop you..."

"I wouldn't mind, but the apartment we're looking at is too far away for us to order from your parents' place, not to mention that we'll be on a budget," Anna replied. "We'll have to learn how to cook."

"Or stock up on microwave meals," Chloe suggested.

Anna glanced at the other fox and then gave a shrug. "Or that, I guess."

"Just because you CAN survive off of ramen doesn't mean you SHOULD," Sydney scolded. "You don't have to become a career chef but you should at least know how to cook some basic stuff. It's cheaper, AND better for you."

"Okay, mom," Chloe retorted with a roll of her eyes.

"Hey, you asked me for some advice, and I gave it to you!" Sydney pointed out.

"Well, -I- appreciate it, even if she doesn't," Anna said gratefully. Looking over to Chloe with a smirk, she added, "Plus, you'll have an easier time getting a boyfriend if you can make his favorite stuff..."

"Like I'm gonna have time for that," Chloe grumbled. "I met a senior just before this who's also taking accounting, and he told me about it. While it doesn't sound as bad as Makayla's stuff, it's still going to be rough."

"Maybe he's just bad at it?" Anna offered, but at Chloe's skeptical gaze she went on, "Look, you'll be fine. And besides, you're supposed to be here to relax, you know? Even Makayla's letting her hair down tonight, you should be too."

Chloe let out a sigh. "Yeeeaaaah..." she conceded, then shook her head and gave the other two a little smile, even if her ears were still down a bit. "I'm sorry for being grumpy. It's just... a lot, you know?"

"It's understandable," Sydney told her with a smile of her own. "You'll be living away from your family for the first time, on a totally different schedule, with a lot more homework. I'm lucky in that sense, since I'm still living at my parents' place."

"Sure, but more than that... I'm gonna miss you, and Kaitlyn, and Hannah," Chloe murmured, staring into her long-empty plastic cup. "I know, I know, you're not, like, going away anywhere far away, but I won't get to see you every day at school any more, and we're not going to see much of each other in the evenings either."

"Yeah," Sydney agreed quietly. "We'll just have to make the most of our times together going forward, that's all."

"Including now!" Anna insisted, patting Chloe on the back. "I'll be in the same boat as you, but we're in it together."

Sydney gave a little chuckle. "Though if you two are sharing a dorm, that might make getting a boyfriend a little more difficult..."

Anna gave a snort. "We're not sharing a BED."

"Though if we WERE, I imagine most guys would find that hotter..." Chloe pointed out.

"Yeah, probably," Anna agreed with a joking tone. "But no, we're not even sharing a room, we found a place with two bedrooms. Only one bathroom and it's not the most spacious place but it's in a decent spot and within our budget."

"And she has a boyfriend, so we already had that conversation."

Anna giggled and grinned. "We've got our own bedrooms, so as long as we both knock first it'll be okay."

"Like she won't be able to hear you two going at it," Sydney joked with a grin.

"Yeah, okay, so I get a little vocal during sex, and sometimes I forget I have visitors coming over," Anna admitted.

"Yes, you do," Chloe agreed. "Or should I say... yes, yes, oh yes, oh, oh yes oh yes oh-"

Anna gave Chloe a playful swat on the nose, making the arctic fox giggle. "Am I ever going to live that down?"

"Sure, as soon as you let me live down Junior High," Sydney offered.

"Which part?" Anna teased, folding her arms and smirking.

Sydney sighed and put a hand to her head. "Guess that's a 'no', then." Shaking her head, she looked further out into the yard. "Do you know when they're doing their next game?"

"Why?" Chloe asked, "Are you going to join in?"

"Hah, no. Besides, I think I earned a bit of a reputation when I cleaned out that card game earlier..."

"Oh? How much did you get?"

"Only like thirty bucks, but I'll take it. Anyway, I need to go to the bathroom, and the line's always shortest when there's a game going."

"Ahh." Anna shrugged. "Well, I don't know when they're starting, but they do seem to be setting up, so... soon? I guess?"

"Hmm." Sydney turned and tried to peer in through the window into the living room. "I might just get in line anyway... all these drinks are catching up to me." Chloe and Anna shared a knowing look with each other while Sydney's back was turned, and after a few seconds she turned back to face them again. "But the line looks pretty long right now anyway..." she began, only to trail off, glancing between the two foxes with an odd look.

"What?" Chloe asked. "Why are you giving us that look?"

"Your tails are wagging," Sydney said, pointing to Anna's.

"Betrayed again!" Anna moaned out dramatically, only to subside into giggles along with Chloe. "Okay, well," she began, lowering her voice and leaning closer, "We, uh... found a way to skip the lines."

Sydney raised an eyebrow. "Somewhere outside?" she guessed.

"Nah, inside," Anna told her in a hushed tone.

"I don't really know what I expected," Sydney joked. She glanced out at the yard, then over her shoulder through the window. "Is it private?"

"Oh yeah, really quiet," Chloe informed her.

Provocatively, Anna added, "You WERE just complaining about having to wait in line..."

"Yeah. Okay, where is it?"

Chloe just gestured at Sydney to follow her and they went back inside, discarding their empty cups in the kitchen along the way. Leading her to the master bedroom, the foxes checked once again to ensure nobody was looking their way before slipping inside with Sydney. "Oh," Sydney said simply as she spotted the mess in the open dresser drawer, "I see you two have been busy."

"Nuh-uh, that was Hannah," Anna protested.

"I mean, we HAVE been busy, but yeah, that one wasn't us," Chloe elaborated.

"Seriously?" Sydney asked, giving them a skeptical look, then shrugging. "Well, whatever – I'm here now too, so I'm not in any position to say anything. Would one of you two mind keeping an eye out for me?"

"Yeah, Anna can do that," Chloe replied.

"Huh? Hey, you can't just volunteer me!"

Shaking her head, Sydney ignored them as she looked for a spot, shifting about in place a little – she was getting a little desperate, and now that she was more aware of the feeling, she was eager to take care of that problem before it got any worse. She could maybe use the other half of the sofa, or just a corner or something, but she wanted to have at least a modicum of modesty – whatever she could get with the vixen pair in the room.

Looking over to the closet, she got an idea, and pulled on one end of the sliding slatted doors. They folded as they slid on their rail, exposing the closet interior: a rail with clothes hangers, most occupied and some vacant; a pile of dirty laundry; and a couple pairs of sneakers haphazardly lined up.

She wasn't going to spend forever picking a spot, and this one was good enough. She just needed somewhere where she wouldn't risk splashing herself. Tucking the front of her skirt into its waistband, she stepped forwards, her feet standing on the closet door's track on the floor as she widened her stance a little further. As she got into position, she smirked a little to herself: this would be the perfect opportunity to practice her aim a little. Normally she didn't try it at home or work to avoid making a mess, but it really didn't matter here. Her left hand tugged her panties aside while her right reached down and spread her slit lips apart, and she focused on relaxing, finally turning her attention back to the foxes as her ears swiveled to listen in on them.

"Best of five?" Anna offered.

"Nuh-uh, I won fair and square," Chloe insisted.

"Fiiiiiiiiiiine," Anna conceded.

Sydney couldn't help but smirk; some things never changed. Returning her attention to taking care of her need, she exhaled, glancing upwards as she felt her release starting, a golden stream gushing from her slit just a moment later. While it was still a mostly-downward arch, it did travel in front of her a bit before landing on an empty part of the carpeting inside the closet. A few errant drops went straight down and landed between her legs, but for once it wouldn't really matter. She was distracted, however, as Chloe came up behind her and said, "So, how's it going?"

Sydney turned her head a bit to look over her shoulder at Chloe. "Oh, you know, just peeing," she said incredulously. "What did you expect?"

Chloe gave a little giggle. "Better aim?" she teased.

Blinking, Sydney looked down; much like in the garage, her stream had drifted to the side because she had twisted her body, and was now spraying onto the pile of laundry, soaking into the socks on the top and the shirt they were lying on. "Well, I WAS doing just fine until someone distracted me," she fired back, turning to straighten herself and face away from Chloe. The flow of her urine didn't quite pass back over the way it had came, and left another wet line on the topmost clothes in the pile of laundry, a few more droplets falling short and landing between her shoes as she shifted. "Don't you have anything better to do than bother me while I'm doing this?"

"Not really, no," Chloe teased. "Anna's on lookout. I thought you were good at this?"

Sydney narrowed her eyes a bit. "Better than you are," she countered. "I aim as well as a woman can." She twisted her hips a bit to demonstrate, sending the stream of piss splashing back and forth over the clothes; they were already wet, so did it really matter?

"Uh-huh," Chloe replied, then a moment later went on, "I bet you can't hit all those shoes."

Glancing over to them for a moment, Sydney snorted. "I can, easily."

"Oh yeah? Gonna make it a bet? Or are you gonna try and get out of it?"

"Not this time," Sydney asserted, "It's a bet." Smugly, she pressed her fingertips against her labia gently and twisted her hips to redirect her stream towards the shoes. It was a technique she had only done a couple of times before, but it was the perfect opportunity to practice when she wouldn't need to clean up any mess she made as a result. It worked fairly well, and she splashed the closer of the two pairs of sneakers, most of her piss spraying off of their waterproofed surface and onto the carpet around them, though she managed to get her stream into the opening at the back of the closest one for just a moment. Now and then her stream went off-course momentarily, splashing another part of the carpet or briefly dousing the laundry pile; the first time she was able to get it back onto the shoes but the second time she over-corrected and sprayed the side wall of the closet. However, while she had been a little desperate, she had already peed so much and was just starting to run out...

Taking a breath, she clenched hard and leaned back just a little. Her stream came out with more force and also less cohesion, sending more droplets spraying off to the sides and down just in front of her feet. But it got just enough extra distance to rain down on the other pair of sneakers briefly, visibly darkening the white laces, while many of the stray droplets hit them incidentally. In fact, she overshot a little bit and doused the carpet just behind them for a very brief moment, only for her flow to abruptly wane to almost nothing, falling onto the carpet between her feet.

"Told you," Sydney said with an air of self-satisfaction, looking back over her shoulder again as she clenched her muscles to get out the last droplets.

"Nice!" Chloe praised. "I'm glad I didn't actually bet anything..."

The smirk on Sydney's face promptly disappeared. "You little-!" she began, then laughed a bit, shaking her head. "Whatever, I still won," she reassured herself aloud as she dug into her skirt pocket for a tissue, keeping it folded as she wiped her slit dry of a few stray drops. She glanced around briefly, but not seeing a trashcan in the room, she simply folded the tissue a couple more times and then tossed it with the rest of her mess, straightening her panties and untucking her skirt from its waistband.

"All good?" Anna asked as Sydney and Chloe approached her.

"Yep," Sydney replied. "Thanks for that. Even if someone was a little weird about it."

Chloe put on the most innocent look she could manage, clasping her hands behind her back. "I'm just making the most of our remaining time together!" she said playfully.

"Sure you were," Sydney replied disbelievingly. As they headed back to the kitchen for more drinks, also giving Sydney the opportunity to wash her hands, she breathed a deep sigh of relief; at least that was one problem she didn't have to worry about any more, and she felt a lot better not having to try and hold a full bladder.

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Makayla spotted the available sofa in the living room and took a seat on it, leaning against the back cushion and exhaling. It was good to take her weight off her feet for a while after so much standing and walking around the party. The experience was definitely new to her, and while she had definitely felt like a fish out of water at times... it had its appeal, too. The only problem was that since there were so many people it was a constant battle against crowds to go anywhere or get anything done, even just returning to the kitchen for another refill on her drink, or her current problem: the line for the bathroom.

Barely half a minute had elapsed when the empty cushions at her sides stopped being empty, as Anna and Chloe emerged from the crowd, with Anna taking the seat on Makayla's left and Chloe on her right. They were obviously up to something, since their tails were wagging, but Makayla was unbothered. It wasn't her party, her house, or her anything, so whatever mischief they were up to wasn't her problem.

"Sooooooooooooooo," Chloe began, leaning in from the side.

Makayla arched an eyebrow and looked over at Chloe, seeing the vixen looking at her expectantly, Chloe's hands resting on her own lap. "Yes?" Makayla inquired.

"Where's your new friend?"

Ah. That was why they were acting so... was it really 'unusual' by their standards? "Playing a game with some others," Makayla replied. "Why?"

"What's her name?" Chloe asked, leaning in even closer.

"Laia. Why?" Makayla said, asking again the question Chloe had ignored.

"Oooh, that's a pretty name!" Anna cut in, leaning in closer as well. "Is she from another country?"

Turning her head to her left, Makayla gave Anna an odd look. "Her parents are, she was born here."

"That's cool!" Anna said with a smile, shifting closer still. "What's she-"

Makayla reached up with both hands, and pushed both foxes away and out from her personal space, her palms pressed gently but firmly against their muzzles. "Why don't you ask her yourself?"

Chloe giggled, taking the hint and leaning back against the sofa, but she still seemed enthusiastic. "Because we want to know how you're getting along!"

"Yeah!" Anna agreed, "You're making a new friend! It's exciting!"

"Is she in your class?"

"Are you going to hang out together?"

"What else do you have in common?"

"Does she-"

Makayla raised her hands again and the two foxes calmed down. "She's majoring in biology, so no, we don't have any shared classes. What have YOU two been up to?" she asked, trying to change the subject.

"Oh, you know," Anna said, waving her hand dismissively.

"Just the usual," Chloe agreed vaguely. "Stuff, and things."

Makayla gave a sigh and put one hand to the side of her head. "Do I even want to know?"

"Probably!" Anna leaned in just a bit, but not as close as before, and lowered her voice. "Especially the way you keep squirming around."

The jaguar blinked in surprise, glancing down at herself. She hadn't even realized it until Anna had brought it up, but she'd been subconsciously shifting about in her seat while she was talking to the two of them. "I'm just waiting for the bathroom to open up," she explained.

"Psh, you'll be waiting there forever," Chloe said with an exaggerated shrug of her shoulders. "We've found a place you can go..."

Makayla's brow furrowed, and she shook her head. "No, absolutely not," she grumbled.

"Why nooooot?"

Keeping her voice low, Makayla hissed, "It's gross!"

"That didn't stop you in the changing room..." Anna reminded her.

"That was different," Makayla murmured. "It was a... one-off thing. Doing... that, at a store, is different from doing it in someone's house!"

"Kinda, yeah," Anna agreed, bobbing her head a little. "But like, it's a party," she went on, gesturing at their surroundings, and the various party-goers having conversations of their own or dancing to the music. "Someone always has to clean up anyway. Even at the fanciest upper-crust party you can imagine, someone's going to spill champagne or drop caviar on the carpet or whatever."

"I've never had caviar in my life," Makayla muttered. "...but yes, there's always a little bit of cleaning that has to happen when my parents have guests over. They don't... you know... on the carpet, though!"

"Then don't go on the carpet," Chloe suggested helpfully. "We've been using the master bedroom. There's tons of good places in there."

"I'm not going to just use someone's bedroom as my..." Makayla dropped her voice to a whisper. "...toilet, like some kind of... wild animal!"

"Wow, hey," Anna protested in mock offense, "I know I've been called a wild animal in bed before, but..."

Chloe giggled and held one hand to her muzzle, but Makayla just gave Anna a confused look. "What are you talking about?"

"She can get rowdy, and loud," Chloe teased, grinning at Anna.

"And fierce!" Anna agreed.

"While sleeping?" Makayla asked, tilting her head.

"No, while having sex!" Anna clarified.

"Oh," Makayla murmured, glancing aside in embarrassment, her ears flattening a little. "I see. Anyway, I'm... going to look around and see if I can find my own way to... resolve the situation. Don't follow me, please." She got up abruptly and left the two foxes behind, still burning with embarrassment, and disappeared into the crowd, trying to act natural as she started to search.

Anna and Chloe watched her go. "What was that all about?" Anna asked.

"I dunno, that was really sudden," Chloe mused.

Frowning, Anna sounded remorseful. "Was it something I said? I didn't think I was teasing her all that hard, I was just trying to be playful."

"I don't think you were," Chloe said, shaking her head. "Of course, if Hannah finds out you upset her, she's gonna eat you..."

"Noooooooo," Anna moaned, pretending to cry, then giggling a little bit before leaning back and letting out a sigh. "She can be a terror, though. Come to think of it, I never saw that bully again after Hannah let him have it. Maybe she really did eat him."

Chloe gave a little chuckle. "Naw, I think he just found someone else to pick on." Leaning against the sofa, she hummed in thought. "So, where do you think Makayla's gone?"

"I mean, there aren't that many other places," Anna murmured. "Unless one of the doors got unlocked. Maybe she got into the basement."

"Aww man, if she gets the first use of the basement, I'm gonna be jealous," Chloe joked.

They both giggled and began talking reminiscing about high school for a short time, until they were both surprised by Makayla's sudden return, sitting back on the sofa between the two foxes. She didn't look at either of them, fiddling with her hands anxiously.

"Um... are you okay?" Anna asked, putting a concerned hand on Makayla's shoulder.

Makayla rubbed the back of her head a bit. "I'll be fine, just um... I found a closet, and it was, um... occupied," she murmured.

"Ohhh," the two foxes let out in unison.

"Well, maybe you can go there when they're done," Chloe suggested.

Makayla shook her head, however. "Oh, they weren't using it for that. There were two people, um..."

"Making out?" Anna suggested.

"...more than that," Makayla said in a barely-audible whisper.

The foxes gave another "Ohhh" of deeper understanding, and glanced at each other.

"I mean, you're can't have this many college students gathered in one place with drinks available and not expect them to bang sooner or later," Chloe joked. "Was it anyone we know?"

"I don't think so," Makayla said, shaking her head, then lifted it up a bit. "Wait... you've been drinking?"

"Only a little!" Anna said defensively, raising her hands in front of her. "Just to try it out!"

"It's a secret, don't tell anyone," Chloe chimed in. "You wouldn't want us to get in trouble, would you?"

Makayla cast another glance towards the bathroom door, but while the line had moved, it was still just as long. She squirmed in her seat, shifting from side to side, pressing her legs together; the foxes shared glances with each other but said nothing for a few moments before Chloe asked, "Are you going to be all right?"

"Yes, I'm... sorry about before, you just caught me off-guard," Makayla murmured apologetically. "I'm surprised you two didn't get caught when you... did your thing."

"It's all the way at the side of the house, but the side door's locked," Anna explained. "So there's no reason for anyone to go in there."

"Well..." Chloe began, raising her hand and poking one finger through the circle she made with the thumb and forefinger on her other hand.

"Chloe!" Anna snapped, struggling to not laugh. "Okay, ALMOST no reason, but if you only need it for a few minutes you should be good."

"I don't really want to cause the host any trouble..." Makayla murmured, though she did seem to be considering it as she leaned forward, her tail flicking back and forth slowly.

"It's a little late for that, there's already a bunch of messes in there," Chloe remarked quietly. "So if it already has to be cleaned, what's the problem? It's not like you'll be making it any worse."

"Yeah, like, if someone spills stuff at work, it's annoying," Anna concurred, "But if I already have the mop out and someone spills a second drink then I don't even care."

Makayla went quiet, but she seemed thoughtful, even as she continued to shift about in her seat. "Will you go with me?" she eventually asked, barely audible over the music playing in the background.

"I mean, we already went, so we won't JOIN you," Anna said with a vague wave of her hand, "but we'll come along and keep watch to make sure nobody interrupts you. Right, Chloe?"

"Right!" Chloe agreed. "We'll be there with you."

"I..." Makayla began, glancing at the two vixens who were starting to lean close again. "I'll take a look, but if it's too messy, I'm finding somewhere else," she told them.

While Makayla was looking at Anna, Chloe pumped her fist victoriously. "Sounds fair to me," Anna agreed, shooting a glance at Chloe. "Come on, let's go."

Anna led the way as the three of them slipped off to the end of the house that Anna and Chloe had become quite familiar with. The red fox poked her head inside first and glanced around, but there was no sign of anyone else that she could see, then waved Makayla inside ahead of her.

Makayla took a couple of steps in before spotting the mess made of the dresser, and curled her lip in disgust, stopping in place. "I didn't realize you two were going to actively try and make messes like that," she grumbled, starting to turn.

"Hey, don't blame that one on us, that was Hannah's doing," Anna protested.

"Yeah! I just went on the carpet over there," Chloe said, pointing to the wet spot she had left.

Makayla turned back and saw what Chloe was pointing at, reflexively taking a step away even though she was still several feet away from it. "Ugh. Anywhere else I should avoid stepping?" she muttered.

"I, uh, wouldn't touch that backpack if I were you," Anna hastily added.

Makayla shook her head and frowned. "This isn't right," she murmured.

"It's fine," Chloe said, trying to reassure her. "Look, this is all going to need to get cleaned up anyway. And come on, isn't it a little ridiculous that they only have the one bathroom for everyone here?"

"It's definitely inadequate," Makayla agreed tactfully.

"Exactly! If you don't want to make a new mess, I understand that. But maybe..." she put her hand under her muzzle thoughtfully and glanced around. Other than the carpet, there was only one other spot that was already wet. "You can use that sofa. Kaitlyn already went on one side, but the other side's totally dry."

Makayla looked over towards the sofa in question, her muzzle curling in a silent snarl at the sight of the wet cushion on one side. But Chloe was right about one thing – Kaitlyn's mess was fairly contained, leaving most of the sofa available to her. It wouldn't really be all that different from that one chair she'd used up at the campsite they'd been to. But still, even though her need was getting worse, she could still go get in line for the bathroom and tough it out...

"Yeah, like, one wet cushion, two wet cushions, what's the difference?" Anna added. "It's basically the same thing, and it's not like you're the one cleaning it up anyway."

"That's not the point!" Makayla insisted, folding her arms. Her gaze returned to the sofa, and how much of it was already visibly wet. She frowned in thought, reaching up and teasing a forelock of her hair between her thumb and forefinger, ignoring the foxes glancing at each other. "Though... I suppose that with what's already been done to it, it really doesn't matter..." she conceded.

She would do her business and then... leave the room. She could go find Laia and talk with her some more. And it'd save time over standing in line. There was something more to it though, something that was overriding her inherent distaste for the situation, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Whatever it was, though, Anna was right: there was already a mess, so she wouldn't really be causing the host that much inconvenience...

Looking towards the foxes, she saw their expectant looks. "Well, not with you two watching me," she told them firmly.

Chloe gave a disappointed noise, only for Anna to elbow her side. "Yeah, we'll wait just outside," Anna offered.

"You can stay, just don't watch," Makayla clarified, though she wasn't entirely sure why. There was some safety to having them stay nearby, but that wasn't the whole story, either...

Chloe rubbed her side a bit where Anna had elbowed her. "We'll go stand by the door, then," she told Makayla with a nod.

"Oh, you'll want some of these, I imagine," Anna suddenly piped up, tugging her half-empty pack of tissues out from her skirt pocket and holding it out to Makayla.

"Yes, thank you," Makayla replied, a little embarrassed.

"Okey-dokey, we'll just be over here then, not watching," Chloe said brightly once Makayla took the tissues, jerking her thumb over her shoulder towards the door.

"I can't understand why you would want to watch something this disgusting anyway," Makayla grumbled as she glanced at the sofa, thinking how to approach the problem.

"Well," Anna began as she and Chloe turned towards the door and took a few steps towards it, "The appeal isn't in what you're doing, but like... how."

"And where," Chloe interjected.

"And sometimes why."

"I don't think 'when' matters much, though," Chloe joked.

"I don't follow," Makayla replied as she glanced at the two vixens once more to make sure they were looking away, then kicked off her shoes and slid her panties down to her ankles before taking the lacey black silk undergarments off entirely. The last thing she needed was for them to get wet during all of this, so she stuffed them into her left skirt pocket since the right had Chloe's tissues in it.

"Like, we – or at least I – aren't enjoying this BECAUSE you're peeing," Anna tried to explain, as Makayla sat on the armrest, but facing towards the middle of the sofa, raising one foot up to rest it on the middle cushion as she leaned back a little. How did Kaitlyn do this? She had no idea, but she certainly wasn't about to ask; the whole situation was embarrassing enough.

"Yeah," Chloe agreed, "Like, I wouldn't want to watch you on the toilet. That's no fun. It's just normal and boring."

"But this is naughty!"

Makayla bit her lip as she tried to figure out if this position would work. Her spray was a problem, she knew that much, so she put one hand on the back of the sofa and gripped it tightly for stability as her other hand lifted up her skirt to ensure it would be kept out of the way. She raised up her leg on the sofa as high as she could reasonably get it to make sure she wouldn't spray herself, even if she was very exposed – at least she could keep an eye on the foxes and make extra-sure they didn't peek.

Chloe giggled. "Exactly! Like, uh..." Makayla saw the arctic fox tap a finger against her muzzle in thought. "When we were younger, before you joined us, Anna and I sometimes had sleepovers at each other's houses. And of course we'd stay up past our bedtime. All we were doing was talking, but because it was something naughty – something we weren't supposed to do – it was really thrilling!"

"Yeah, and now, that thrill's gone, because we can stay up late if we want to," Anna lamented.

"And we probably will even more at university."

Although Makayla was listening, she was feeling conflicted as she held her pose. She was in place, her bare loins aimed at the remaining dry parts of the sofa, but... could she really do this? This wasn't some company property. Sure, it was going to be cleaned anyway, like the cabin at the campgrounds or the store at the mall, but it wasn't the owner's job to clean the sofa. A twinge in her bladder reminded her that she needed to find somewhere to go sooner or later, and her gaze fell on the wet cushions on the far side of the sofa.

"I think that makes sense," Makayla replied as she took deep breaths to try and relax. If Kaitlyn hadn't already soaked the other side of the sofa, she might have stood back up and gotten in line for the bathrooms anyway. But since it really wouldn't make that much of a difference... "I don't see it that way, though."

"You don't need to," Anna replied, "We're not trying to change your mind. You did ask us why we like this, though."

"I did, yes. Nnh..." Makayla gave a small groan as she felt her bladder beginning to release, crossing the point of no return. She watched only long enough to confirm that her spray was hitting the cushion and then closed her eyes so that she wouldn't have to see the rest of it. "Well, I hope you're enjoying this," she said, partly to mask the hissing sound of her spray, the droplets not yet making any sound as they landed on the dry cushion in front of her.

"Oh yeah, we're glad you're joining in on the fun," Chloe teased with a giggle.

Makayla gave a little snort. It was true in an odd sense, since all five of her friends had already put the bedroom to such an uncouth use, and now she was as well. She tried not to think about it too hard, but it was impossible to ignore the sense of relief from her aching bladder as she drained it onto the sofa, leaning back slightly. Unbeknownst to her, the motion raised her already-broad spray up a bit to strike part of the middle cushion of the sofa, making an even bigger mess than she was already producing. "If you want to think of it that way," she murmured in response to Chloe's remark.

"Don't you feel better now, though?" Anna asked, and Makayla opened one eye to make sure Anna wasn't peeking, but the red fox just had her ears turned to listen. Makayla caught sight of the wet sofa cushions and quickly closed her eye again, feeling guilty once more – but it was too late to stop now. Her momentary glance also meant she hadn't noticed just how far her spray was reaching, oblivious to the fact that she was showering more than one cushion in her pee, starting to produce a faint pattering sound as she soaked it and the closer cushion more heavily.

"A little," she replied delicately. She did feel better for taking care of her growing need, she couldn't deny that, even if the relief was tempered by guilt. Despite convincing herself that she was just adding to an existing wet spot, it still felt wrong to enjoy it, and certainly to admit it out loud. She could stop at any time, but what purpose would that serve when she had already soaked the cushions? The sofa was already wet now, so she kept going, the strength of her spray gradually waning over time as she emptied out, breathing steadily without continuing the conversation any further.

Eventually her spray came to a stop and she clenched her abdominal muscles to send a last couple of sprays out, sitting up a little more to get into a more stable position so she could retrieve the pack of tissues Anna had given her from her skirt pocket. As she did, she finally opened her eyes to survey the damage, going from having one half-open eye to staring with both eyes wide as she saw just how much of a mess she had really made.

The spot where the two cushions met was hit hardest; the majority of her spray had landed there and darkened the surface completely on both sides of the gap in a circular area. Beyond that were numerous dark spots where her pee had soaked into the fabric in randomly-placed dots that got sparser the further away they were from the big stain. On the closest cushion there was also another much wetter spot just in front of her where she had been clenching out the last squirts onto, and even the back cushion of the sofa hadn't been spared, bearing many wet spots on its lower parts. Fearing the worst, she leaned over and peeked in front of the sofa, confirming that the carpet next to it had also been lightly sprayed, making her glad she had kept her legs out of the way.

It was a huge mess, far larger than she had expected to make. It was going to be an ordeal to clean up. Shaking her head, she pulled two tissues from the pack to clean herself with, and in disgust she tossed them away from the sofa after quickly rubbing her slit dry with them, only realizing after she had done so that she was only making an even bigger mess by doing so. She got up, careful to swing her leg over the soaked cushions without letting it get anywhere near them, and then approached Anna from behind, holding out the tissue pack she had borrowed. "Here you go," she mumbled, feeling ashamed, holding one arm with her other hand.

Anna turned to take them back, then leaned around to look at the sofa curiously. "Wow, you really had to go!" she exclaimed.

Chloe took it as a signal to turn and also took a look. "No wonder you kept fidgeting," she remarked with a giggle.

Makayla looked back again out of the corner of her eye. The wet patch she had made was far bigger than Kaitlyn's, let alone Chloe's. "Yes, it was... messier than I expected," she murmured, with a slight apologetic tone to her voice. "I didn't think it would be quite this bad."

Anna giggled and shook her head. "With a spray like yours? You have to expect a mess!"

"Exactly," Chloe agreed. "You're not exactly a precision shooter, you know?"

Neither of them seemed concerned about the mess itself, but Makayla frowned, wringing her hands a little. "This feels wrong..." she murmured. It did, and yet... it didn't. No, that wasn't it. It did feel wrong, but she also felt so relieved alongside the guilt. And other things she couldn't quite identify.

"Eh, don't worry about it," Anna dismissed. "Parties always need a lot of cleanup afterwards. Messes just come with the territory. Like, you don't hold a party and expect there to NOT be a mess."

"Well, maybe at the fancy parties her parents host..." Chloe suggested.

Anna gave a chuckle. "Heh, maybe. But here? I'm amazed more people haven't spilled their drinks on the living room floors yet. Wet carpets are a given, especially with so many girls and only one bathroom."

Makayla raised an eyebrow. "Why only girls? There's more guys here than us."

"Well, yeah, but... they've got other options," Chloe explained. "Pretty sure I saw some slip around to the side to pee on the wall there. And I think that big tree at the back of the yard is pretty well-watered at this point."

Tilting her head, Makayla asked, "But... how?"

The foxes shared a glance with each other. "Makayla, you, uh... you know how guys pee, right?" Anna asked after a moment.

The question caught her by surprise and she glanced away, flustered. "No I do not," she asserted, "And why would I? It's gross enough when I do it. Why would I want to watch... that?"

"Well for one thing, it sounds like it'd be educational," Anna joked.

"If you think it's so fascinating, why don't you do it?" Makayla grumbled.

Chloe shook her head emphatically and held up both hands. "Nuh-uh. Too many people might see us."

"Yeah," Anna agreed, "I mean, we're bad girls, just uh..."

"...only when no-one is looking?" Chloe finished, grinning sheepishly and swishing her tail.

"Besides, it's not like this place has a ton of options! It's this bedroom or bust," Anna pointed out.

"Even so..." Makayla murmured, looking back at her mess and feeling guilty again.

"You worry too much, Makayla!" Chloe insisted, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the living room. "You saw that line."

"You just did what you needed to do," Anna concurred. "You've gotta take care of your needs."

Makayla frowned, not entirely convinced. "I suppose, but..."

"But what?" Anna pressed. "It's not your problem. And you feel better now, right?"

Admitting it was embarrassing, but Makayla gave a tiny nod and murmured, "Well, I... yeah..."

"Then that's all that matters!" Anna said, cutting Makayal off before she could doubt herself again.

"Yeah!" Chloe chimed in, "Remember what I told you at the mall? You can't be all business! You've gotta do stuff for yourself now and then! You don't need to solve every problem around you." Gesturing at her surroundings, she added, "The host can figure all this out."

"Right!" Anna agreed with a nod, then quickly continued, "Though, uh, we should probably be getting out of here before someone finds us."

Anna and Chloe both made for the door, bumping into each other when they tried to go through it at the same time. As they untangled, Makayla glanced back once again at the sofa and the mess she had made. Despite what the vixens had told her, it still felt wrong to her. She was the one responsible – it was her mess, and she had made it. Yet... having to clean it up herself was highly unappealing, not to mention impractical, particularly with the state of the room. However she felt about it, she'd just have to do as the foxes had said, and leave it.

Following after them, Makayla hurried to catch up to the foxes, closing the bedroom door behind her.  As soon as Makayla returned to the living room without anyone taking notice, a sense of both relief and finality washed over her. It was over now; she could go back to the party, unburdened and unworried.

But more than that, she felt a rush of excitement, reminding her of the changing room at the clothing store. It was an excitement. She'd gotten away with it officially now. Was it like what the foxes had said – getting away with something naughty? Or was there more to it than that? Her reservations aside, it was certainly exhilarating in a strange way... but only after the fact.

Maybe she could talk with Hannah about it later. For now, emboldened by what she had just done, she tapped Chloe on the shoulder.

"What's up?" she asked, turning her head to look back at Makayla.

"Didn't you say there were... 'drinks' around here?" Makayla asked, as quietly as she could while still letting Chloe hear her over the music that was playing.

Chloe tilted her head a little and gave her a curious look. "I didn't think you'd be into that."

"Never tried it," Makayla replied with a shrug. "So I should at least give it a try, right?"

Both foxes gave a giggle and shared glances with each other. "We'll get you one, but only one," Anna promised with a wink. "Otherwise Hannah will hunt us down."

"Why would I do that?" the husky asked, emerging from the crowd just behind Anna, who gave a yip of surprise and spun around on the spot.

"H-Hannah!"

"That's my name," Hannah replied with an amused look, folding her arms. "Have you two been up to no good?"

"When are they ever not?" Makayla joked, hoping to change the subject. "Have you seen Laia?"

"That girl you were talking to earlier? She's outside right now," Hannah answered.

"Thanks," Makayla said with a nod, as the two foxes scurried away and vanished into the crowd. "You don't mind that I'm talking to her, do you...?"

"No, of course not! I think it's awesome that you're making a friend!" Hannah replied with a broad grin, reaching out and clapping a hand onto Makayla's shoulder. "Don't worry about me, we can hang out any time. Go chat with Laia some more."

Makayla gave another nod, grateful for Hannah being accommodating. "I will. You're a great friend, Hannah."

"The best," Hannah joked, making finger-guns at Makayla for a moment before they both shared a short laugh.

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Sydney gave a sigh and leaned back against the tree behind her with her hands behind her head, looking up at the night sky. The party had been great, if somewhat exhausting in a way, and now she was taking a break in the back yard of the house with Kaitlyn. The crowds had thinned out a bit over time as some of the visitors left, and though there were still plenty of people around, many of them were currently in the living room watching a movie.

Kaitlyn, standing to Sydney's right and leaning against the same tree, looked over at her. "Everything all right?" Kaitlyn asked, her left hand in her pocket and her right holding an almost-empty can of orange soda.

"Oh, yeah, just uh... what do they call it? 'Out of spoons'?"

Kaitlyn gave a chuckle. "Well, I call it an empty social battery, but yeah, I know the feeling. There's only so much interaction I can take before I need to recharge a bit." Taking her hand from her pocket, she patted Sydney on the arm. "You're good, though. I just don't have the energy to talk to strangers right now."

"Yeah, that basically sums it up," Sydney agreed. "I've had fun, but I need to step back."

"Gotta refill your stamina meter," Kaitlyn joked, and Sydney gave a small laugh. Looking up, Kaitlyn drained the rest of her soda. "Wish it was a clear night out, then I could see the stars."

"That'd be nice," Sydney murmured. She yawned and stretched her arms over her head, then leaned back against the tree once more. "So, have you got any plans for what you're going to do while the rest of us are off at college?"

"I don't have a whole lot of PTO yet, but I'm saving up to go to the comic-con in December," Kaitlyn answered.

"I didn't know you read comics."

"They do other stuff, but they started as a comic convention and the name's stuck ever since. Kinda like when someone names a game after the console it's on and then gets stuck with it when they make sequels on another console."

"Ahh, fair," Sydney conceded with a nod. "So they've got games, then?"

"Yep. Cartoons, costumes, video games, tabletop games, they do all the nerdy stuff. I've been to one before but never had a lot of spare money for it, so I'll definitely save up and get some sweet swag this time around."

"Whoo, loot!" Sydney cheered, raising a fist encouragingly.

"I'll grab as much as I can carry! T-shirts, miniatures, whatever, if it looks cool I'm taking it. Maybe I should get one of those giant brown loot sacks to wear over my shoulder like a bandit or something."

Leaning over, Sydney did her best impression of the announcer from a game Kaitlyn had played on-stream recently. "Your inventory is full," she declared in a raspy voice.

They laughed together for a few moments, and Kaitlyn drummed her fingers on the side of her soda can. "Well, part of me certainly is," she said as she stood up, stretching her free arm over her head while leaning to one side. "Too much water and soda, I've gotta pee."

Sydney nodded; she could vaguely feel the need but it wasn't too bad yet. "Yeah. I'll wait here 'til you get back, it's nice and cool out here."

Kaitlyn gave a small wave to her friend and took a few steps towards the house, before groaning and turning back. "Ugh, right, they're watching a movie in there," Kaitlyn muttered.

"In the bathroom?" Sydney joked.

"Gosh, I hope not. But the bathroom is right next to the living room."

"Yeah, and?"

Kaitlyn glanced aside. "Everyone'll hear it, especially since they turned the music off for the movie."

"Yeah, and?" Sydney repeated pointedly.

There was a moment of quiet, and then Kaitlyn changed the subject. "Do you remember when they started the movie?"

"About an hour ago, I think," Sydney answered, pulling out her phone to check the time. "But I don't know how long the movie is."

"Ugh... and even when it finishes, a bunch of people will probably all go for the bathroom at once," Kaitlyn griped. After a moment of thought and a few taps on the side of her soda can, she murmured, "Hmm. I wonder..."

"Wonder what?"

"Anna and Chloe, uh..."

As Kaitlyn thought of how to phrase it, Sydney merely chuckled. "Oh, yeah, I know."

"Wait, you do?" Kaitlyn inquired, turning her head.

"Er..." Sydney hesitated, but it was just Kaitlyn; she could trust her. "Yeah. Guess they talked you into it too, huh?"

"Well, I can't complain too much, since I think I'm gonna need to make another pit stop there," Kaitlyn grumbled. "I know they got Hannah to do it. Do you think they talked Makayla into it?"

"Naaaaaah," Sydney replied confidently, shaking her head. "No way. She'd never agree to it. She's too much of a good girl."

Kaitlyn gave a cough that turned into a laugh, patting herself on the chest. "Oh, so that makes us bad girls?"

"Noooo," Sydney insisted, gesturing for emphasis, "There's a middle ground! The foxes are bad girls, Makayla's a good girl, and we're..."

"...doing the Neutral route?"

Sydney chuckled. "Sure, we'll go with that."

"And where does Hannah lie on that scale?"

"I don't even know," Sydney said, shaking her head, "I feel like every time I think I know her, she surprises me with something."

Kaitlyn snickered in agreement, then gave a small grunt and shifted in place. "Well, I can't hold it until the end of their movie, so I'm going to see if I can't sneak over to the bedroom and take care of this discreetly."

Sydney pushed herself off the tree and stood upright. "I'll go with you."

"I thought you said you didn't need to go," Kaitlyn pointed out.

"Yeah, like, I don't NEED to go, but I could go," Sydney elaborated. "I'll need to pee soon so I might as well just do it now. By the time I really need to go there'll be a line, so I might as well just... not deal with that."

"Fair enough," Kaitlyn conceded.

Together, they re-entered the house through the back kitchen door, and Kaitlyn took the opportunity to get rid of her soda can while she was there. The living room and the doorways around it were crowded with people, but there was enough of a gap that they were able to crouch down and squeeze through with minimal disruption. Just as they were slipping into the side corridor leading to the master bedroom, Kaitlyn looked back and saw Anna and Chloe watching the movie – or at least, they had been. Chloe was whispering something to Anna, who was in turn looking right over at Kaitlyn and Sydney, and Kaitlyn had a pretty good idea what was being discussed. Not only that, but there finally wasn't a line for the bathrooms, though the door was only open a crack and she couldn't see inside.

She didn't care, though; they made it into the side corridor and were ignored as the people they slipped past kept their eyes on the movie. Kaitlyn peeked into the bedroom first and glanced around, but there was nobody inside and the lights were off, so she flicked them on once they were both inside. The curtains were still over the windows, so it wouldn't matter that much; even if someone noticed the light, they wouldn't be able to see inside or know what was going on.

Although...

As Kaitlyn stepped into the room, something seemed off to her, and she turned her head back and forth, pointing here and there, counting under her breath, until she suddenly looked over at Sydney. "Hold on a moment."

"Huh?" Sydney asked, standing behind Kaitlyn. "What's up?"

"Hannah," Kaitlyn said, pointing with her finger. "Chloe. Me. I don't know where Anna went. Where did you go?"

"In the closet," Sydney answered.

"I didn't even see that one. So, okay, where are all these extra stains coming from? That huge one has to be Makayla's..."

"Makayla? No way, they didn't!" Sydney exclaimed, looking at the sofa. As shocked as she was, Kaitlyn was probably right – that, or it was someone else with as big a spray as the jaguar's.

"They must have," Kaitlyn reasoned. "Those two are more persuasive than I thought! But that's not important, look over there."

Kaitlyn pointed next to the sofa, where there was a pair of wet patches right next to each other, almost touching. In addition, there was also another wet section of carpet on the opposite side of the dresser. "Maybe Anna and Chloe came back a second time?" Sydney suggested.

"Maybe, but then what about that spot?" Kaitlyn asked, pointing to the second one by the dresser. Whoever's puddle that was had really needed to go, as it was a big puddle – that, or more than one person had used the corner.

"Hannah's, I guess? You don't think...?"

The two of them looked at each other, for a moment in silence. "I think," Kaitlyn declared eventually, "We should do our business and get out of here before someone finds us."

"Yeah, good idea," Sydney agreed. "But where?"

Kaitlyn shifted from foot to foot. "I'm not going to hunt around forever," she grumbled. "Let's just use the bed."

"The bed?" Sydney asked in disbelief. She glanced over, but the red and pink-striped covers looked completely dry to her, so evidently nobody else had had the same idea yet.

"Yeah, it's still clean, and I don't want to hunt around for a dry patch of carpet," Kaitlyn explained, already walking over to the bed and turning to face away from it once she got there. She was standing right by the foot of the bed; that way, she could keep her eyes on the door.

Sydney hesitated. "I was just gonna go in the closet again, but... sure." As Kaitlyn pushed her panties down to her ankles and straddled the corner of the bed in a hovering squat, she grabbed her skirt and tugged it upwards, bunching it up in her lap. Sydney took the other corner of the bed, pushing her panties down to her knees and then lifting her skirt with her left hand, standing as close to the corner as she could get.

"This is just like... mmhh..." Kaitlyn trailed off into a soft grunt as she began to relieve her full bladder, sending a stream of almost-clear fluid down onto the corner of the bedcovers that her rump was hovering over. She had taken care to ensure that her legs weren't touching any part of the bed, and the hissing of her stream was the only sound as the thick top blanket readily soaked up her fluid. "...at the porch..."

"What porch?" Sydney asked as she took a deep breath. She wasn't desperate like Kaitlyn was, so nothing happened for a few seconds.

"Oh, this was a couple weeks ago, with Anna and Chloe," Kaitlyn murmured, her eyes lidding a little, though she kept her gaze on the door, just in case. The absorbent blanket was readily absorbing her pee, and she didn't even hear it when Sydney's stream began, spraying onto the other end corner and soaking into the fabric, both of their streams darkening the material considerably. "I had to go, and... there was a covered porch. With one of those hanging seats in it. You know what I'm talking about, right?"

"Right," Sydney confirmed, glancing between the door and her stream to make sure she stayed on-target, holding her index and middle fingers on either side of her slit. If she got so much as a single drop on Kaitlyn, she'd never hear the end of it. The bed was a queen, but Kaitlyn's bushy tail was also a large and potentially accidental target if it drifted too close.

"Yeah. It wasn't doing nearly as good a job as this blanket is at containing the mess." A moment of hesitation passed as Kaitlyn listened to the sound of her stream hissing as it left her. "I... am hitting it, right?" She asked, bending forward and looking between her legs, lifting the bunched-up handfuls of skirt she was holding. The movement sent her stream off-course a little, splashing the t-shirt that was draped over the edge of the bed, but Kaitlyn paid it no mind. The corner of the bedcovers were truly drenched, her fluid spreading outwards visibly with the dark stain, but it wasn't pooling up at all, which meant it wasn't splashing. The wetness was starting to run down the corner of the bedcovers towards the floor, but it was still all safely contained in the blanket's fibers, so she didn't worry.

"You are," Sydney confirmed, "This thing is just really soaking it up."

"So I see," Kaitlyn mused, returning to her previous position.

"So... what was the problem earlier? With being heard in the bathroom?" Sydney asked, casting another glance downwards. Just to be on the safe side, she turned her lower body a little further away from Kaitlyn, directing her stream towards the edge of the big wet spot she had made and causing it to spread more in that direction. "If you don't want to talk about it, it's fine, but..."

"Well, like... don't you find it embarrassing knowing someone is hearing you pee?" Kaitlyn replied with a question of her own, focusing on keeping still so that her stream didn't start making a mess of herself.

"A little? Not, like, hugely so," Sydney answered as she casually continued to relieve herself. "I mean, in a public toilet, it's kinda inevitable. I don't exactly like hearing it or imagining someone listening to me, but it's just... there. It's background noise."

"Well, I can't stand it," Kaitlyn explained. "I always found it uncomfortable imagining someone listening to me, and then, well... the hot mic incident happened, and now it's worse."

"Ahh," Sydney replied; due to a mix-up with headsets, Kaitlyn had worn hers into the bathroom thinking it was still muted when it wasn't, while her stream was still live. It had become something of a meme on her livestream channel, even with her best attempts to discourage it, and she had eventually just given up and let people mention it as long as they were vague enough about it.

"Yeah," Kaitlyn muttered curtly, sighing as her stream kept going, drenching the blanket even more without making much noise.

"I don't blame you," Sydney empathized. Kaitlyn must've really needed to go; Sydney felt herself starting to run low but Kaitlyn was still going strong, their streams both drenching the end of the bed, the excess spreading along the fabric hanging down the sides. "I'm sorry that happened. I'm not trying to listen to you, if it's any consolation."

"It wasn't your fault," Kaitlyn dismissed. "And I don't mind you, or the others, they're friends, it's different. But total strangers? Just... ugh, please, no." She glanced over at Sydney for a moment and then quickly looked away when she noticed Sydney still wasn't quite done, the ferret's stream weak but still coming. "Why are you standing?"

"I prefer it? When I can, anyway; I don't get to do this often," Sydney remarked, clenching her muscles to push out the last of it, making the downward arc of her urine gain and lose strength. Grinning, she added, "Plus, I was the tomboy in school for not acting like other girls. I've got a reputation to keep up! At least I did, until Hannah showed up and out-tomboyed me. I stood no chance against the volleyball player who never wore skirts."

Kaitlyn snorted in amusement. "You're right, this is JUST like being interested in toy trains instead of dolls when you were younger," she joked.

Sydney laughed a little. "Yeah, totally. Trains are cool! But for real, though... I started doing it at that campsite, and it's just easier and quicker. I'm surprised you don't do it, instead of sitting down."

"I'm not sitting," Kaitlyn pointed out, flicking her tail for emphasis. As Sydney's stream stopped and she pushed out one more little gush, Kaitlyn felt her own flow waning. "I just want to keep myself clean, that's all."

"Yeah, fair. I guess I'm also more concerned about like... modesty, I guess? Squatting down or sitting like you're doing feels so exposed, and I really don't like that."

Kaitlyn gave a hum in thought as her stream trickled off to a series of droplets. "Why would..." she began, then it clicked. "Oh, Junior High?" she asked, clenching her muscles and sending a couple more squirts of pee onto the soaked blanket.

"Yeaaaaahhhhh," Sydney lamented. "So... kinda like the hot mic incident, just from longer ago. But if I stand, it'd be harder for anyone to peek, at least from behind – especially if I'm facing a wall, or into that closet over there, or something like that. It feels safer that way. Plus, if someone were to show up, I could get away quicker if I got caught. Not to mention if you see someone just standing there, that's not suspicious, but if a girl is squatting down in a corner... there's only so many reasons for that, right? Like... I'll still sit or squat if it makes more sense to do so, but all else being equal, I just prefer to stand now."

"That's fair," Kaitlyn agreed, tugging her pack of tissues out from her pocket, and holding one out to Sydney before the ferret even asked. "Ugh, just thinking about the hot mic incident makes me uncomfortable. It was bad enough at the time, and even worse that I'll never live it down."

"Welcome to the 'never gonna live it down' club," Sydney joked sympathetically, tugging a tissue from the pack.

"Heh, true, now I know how you feel," Kaitlyn agreed. "But even worse, there were a few people going 'hot' or whatever in the chat, and while some of them were probably jokers, there was probably at least one that like... actively enjoyed that. And now I'm aware of the possibility that someone might, like, jerk off to hearing me pee or something, and I just don't want anyone hearing it."

"Would they really do that?"

"Guys are into all kinds of weird stuff! Remember what Hannah told us about her ex?"

"I think she was making it up though," Sydney pointed out, starting to wipe her slit dry.

"Maybe, but still, like... there are totally guys who'd get off to what we just did, and I don't want them perving on me."

Finishing drying herself, Sydney glanced down. A few drips had landed on the carpet right next to the corner of the bed, but her panties had been spared. "That makes sense, and I guess that's why you don't mind if I hear you?" Kaitlyn gave a nod, and Sydney nodded back. "Gotcha. Well, I feel much better. This definitely beats waiting until they finish their movie. Why hold it if you don't have to?"

"You know, you've mentioned that a few times," Kaitlyn mused as she cleaned herself too, dropping the tissue on the bed when she was done with it, and pulling out a second one just to make sure. "Is there some reason you don't...? Oh, right."

"I mean, it just feels uncomfortable, and even painful eventually," Sydney elaborated, tossing her tissue next to Kaitlyn's. "Yeah, that time in Junior High where I drank too much soda didn't help, but even without that I just really don't like the feeling of needing to pee and having to hold it. As soon as I start feeling the need I'll see if I can take care of it."

Both of them were pulling their panties back up, and Kaitlyn gave a nod. "Yeah, that's fair," she agreed, straightening her skirt, then pulling out her travel bottle of hand sanitizer, extending her arm towards Sydney expectantly.

"I'm-" Sydney began, but Kaitlyn only waggled the hand sanitizer bottle more insistently, so Sydney stuck a hand under the nozzle and let Kaitlyn pump out some of the clear substance. "Okay, okay. I'm surprised even this room meets your impossibly high standards."

"Better than the bathroom here, I'm sure," Kaitlyn grumbled as she doled out some sanitizer for herself and pocketed the bottle, rubbing her hands together. "It's been in use all night and I bet nobody's cleaned it. I can't even begin to imagine the state of it."

Sydney pointedly looked to her left, paused, and then back again, before giving an exaggerated shrug, then returned to cleaning her hands. Kaitlyn rolled her eyes and retorted, "Yeah, and we still found a clean spot! Hopefully that'll do it for the night."

"Just don't chug soda and you'll be fine," Sydney reassured her. With a grin, she joked, "That's the voice of experience talking!" Kaitlyn gave a laugh, and Sydney went on, "You're not wrong though, I bet that bathroom is a disaster."

"Seriously! Why is there only one available?" Kaitlyn groaned.

"I agree!" Sydney emphasized. "It's crazy. They really don't want people going upstairs that badly?"

"Well then, this is what they get," Kaitlyn remarked, waving a hand at the messes around them. "As far as I'm concerned, we're just doing what we need to do. We shouldn't be stuck waiting around for half an hour to use the toilet."

"Yeah," Sydney replied with a nod. Her eyes drifted over to the extra, unaccounted-for stains on the carpet. "I don't think we're the only ones who feel that way..."

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Hannah swiped on her phone and over to another picture, then tilted her phone to show it to Chloe as they stood together out in the back yard. "Then there was this little guy," Hannah commented, pointing to the bird that was almost centered in the picture. "He was just chilling by the golf course in that tree."

Chloe leaned in curiously. "What kind of bird is that?" she asked.

"Heck if I know," Hannah replied dismissively. "You know birds, it's either got a name like Gray Bugeater or Eastern Blue-Crested Fancywing or something." She swiped on her phone again, showing a huge swath of a golf course and the trees around it.

"Wow, is this the course by the lake?"

"No, different one," Hannah answered. "My father was going and offered to let me come along. It was great, aside from the bugs."

Chloe laughed a little. "Did you win?"

With a laugh of her own, Hannah shook her head. "No, I'm terrible at golf!"

"What? How? You're a great shot in hockey."

"Yeah, and they're totally different! You don't hold a stick like you hold a golf club, and you definitely don't swing it the same way unless you're trying to cause property damage. Shooting a puck a few feet is different from driving a golf ball, too. There's no wind in a rink, for one thing..."

Anna emerged from the kitchen and came over to the two of them, precariously holding three plastic cups with both hands until she gingerly set them down on a patio table close to Hannah and Chloe. "Thanks!" Chloe said, reaching out. "Which one's mine?"

"That one," Anna indicated, pointing to one of the cups with one hand and taking another, leaving Hannah with the last one.

Hannah gave a nod as she took a step closer, pocketing her phone before reaching out for her drink. "Thank you."

"No problem. What've you been talking about?" Anna asked as she joined them to make a triangle.

"Golf," Hannah answered.

"And how she's bad at it," Chloe added with a grin.

"Only, like, actual golf," Hannah corrected her. With a confident smirk, she elaborated, "Mini-golf, though? I'd destroy both of you."

Chloe's ears perked up as she took a sip of her soda, the ice cubes rattling in the plastic cup. "Oh, yeah? I thought we went to a mini-golf place for Kaitlyn's birthday that one time, and I remember winning quite handily..."

"That was before we met Hannah," Anna chimed in from the other side of the arctic fox. "It was just you, me, Kaitlyn, and Sydney back then."

"Ohhhh yeaaaaahhhhhh," Chloe said, remembering. "We should do it again some time when we can all get together! It's not exactly an outdoor mini-golf time of year, but I heard about this cool place that has, like, indoor mini-golf, and everything's all glowing and under a blacklight and stuff."

"There's one of those around here?" Hannah asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah!" Chloe pulled her phone out of her pocket. "Hang on, I'm gonna look it up."

Hannah took a sip from her drink, shifting on her feet, trying to peer through the window back into the house. She'd been idly sipping for most of the movie earlier and now her drinks were coming back to her. "You do that, I'll be right back," she announced, setting her drink down on the patio table. "Watch my drink."

After confirmations from Anna and the distracted Chloe, Hannah headed into the house through the back door. Even though the party was beginning to wind down, the line outside the bathroom had returned, albeit smaller.

Not that that was where Hannah was headed anyway...

Just before got to the side corridor, while Hannah was threading her way through the other party-goers, she nearly bumped into Makayla. "Oh, hi," Hannah said in a surprised greeting to the jaguar. "What's up? Where's Laia? Did something happen?"

Makayla shook her head. "She went home, but just because she was up early today and was tired."

"Ahh, gotcha. What are you doing now, then?"

"I was just going the bathroom," Makayla replied, pointing in the direction she had been walking.

"Oh, yeah, me too," Hannah agreed, "Too many drinks during the movie, gotta pee."

Makayla raised an eyebrow, glancing in the direction that Hannah had been going. "You were headed in the wrong direction," she observed pointedly.

"Err..." Hannah trailed off. Sydney or Kaitlyn she'd just come clean with, but Makayla? Her friend was a much nicer – if sheltered – girl than the rest of the group, and Hannah definitely didn't want to make her best friend uncomfortable, especially considering what state the foxes must have left the bedroom in after so much time.

But while Hannah was thinking of a reply, Makayla put two and two together with another side-glance down the corridor. "Oh... the bedroom, right?"

Hannah blinked, even more surprised, her ears pricking up and her tail going still behind her. How did Makayla know about that? And did she know Hannah had already been there? Worse still, did Laia? That would be one heck of a way to get off on the wrong foot with a new friend of Makayla's...

Makayla seemed slightly amused by Hannah's stunned reaction. "The foxes are bad influences," she muttered by way of an explanation, with an undertone of embarrassment – though if it was from what she had done or from the fact that she had let Anna and Chloe talk her into it, Hannah couldn't tell.

"I'm just surprised, that's all," Hannah said, trying to downplay her reaction. If Makayla was loosening up a bit, she didn't want to discourage her, however surprising it was. In fact, she ought to do the opposite and encourage her a bit, since it wasn't likely she'd get another opportunity...

Leaning a little closer and lowering her voice, Hannah made sure Makayla was paying attention to her. "There's still a line for the bathroom, so... should we skip it together?" she offered.

"I was hoping you'd ask," Makayla admitted quietly. "I need to go, but... I was afraid to go on my own. If you'll be my lookout..."

"Of course," Hannah agreed, flashing her a brief smile. She cast another glance to the party, but nobody was looking their way, so she casually slipped into the corridor with Makayla and headed off towards the bedroom.

So had many other people over the course of the night, apparently. There were numerous wet spots on the carpet, far too many for it to be just their circle of friends. The sofa hadn't been spared at all and the backpack on the floor had been hosed down from outside, while some guests with even less patience had splashed a corner of the wall. The cardboard box of cables in the back corner was dark around the bottom and in a few places on the sides from where it had gotten wet, too. Even the bed hadn't been spared, though only the corners by the foot of the bed appeared to be wet.

"Ugh," Makayla couldn't help but grimace at the sight of the room, hesitating at the doorway. "Is every party like this?"

"Definitely not," Hannah muttered. "Don't force yourself. We can go somewhere else or just get in line, it's not as long as it was earlier."

Makayla shook her head, stepping into the room and closing the door. "No, I'll be fine. I think we can find a dry spot if we just look around a bit, and I don't want you to have to wait in line just because of me."

"You're full of surprises tonight," Hannah remarked with a smile, a little taken aback. "I didn't expect you'd be willing to do something like this," she began, but seeing Makayla start to look apprehensive she quickly went on, "But I'm proud of you! You're relaxing and loosening up a bit. I've been telling you to unwind for ages and I'm glad you're doing it, so keep going! Indulge yourself!"

It was Makayla's turn to be momentarily stunned, and she lowered her head a little, reaching up with one hand to idly bat at the largest forelock of her hair. "Thank you," she murmured softly, feeling very... complicated inside. She didn't know how else to describe it. What they were doing was wrong, wasn't it? But then why were her friends being so encouraging? Well, some of them had an ulterior motive, perhaps... "It was Anna and Chloe's idea, I didn't really-" she began, trying to downplay her involvement.

"They didn't force you though, right?" Hannah asked rhetorically.

"No, of course not."

Hannah's smile widened a bit. "So it was your decision to go along with it, and I'm glad. Yeah, it's a bit weird, but I'll take anything I can get. I want you to be happy and assertive and to unwind a bit instead of always being so tense!"

"I suppose..." Makayla admitted. "But if not for them, I wouldn't have done it. They were very... persuasive."

"There's nothing wrong with that," Hannah reassured her. "It's hard to be adventurous alone. What did they say that persuaded you?" Makayla went quiet, shifting in place for a moment as she looked off to one side. "We can talk after if you really need to go."

"No, I'm just trying to remember exactly what they said," Makayla replied. "But the gist of it was that everything is going to be cleaned anyway, so it doesn't really matter." She gave a vague gesture at her surroundings. "They'd already... come here before me, and look at this place now. If I'm going to make a mess somewhere, it might as well be in a place that's already dirty, right?"

"Tell that to Kaitlyn," Hannah muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing. That makes sense. But still, you don't NEED to pee in here, right? Or are you really desperate?"

Makayla shook her head. "I need to go but I could probably hold it if I had to. I just... don't want to. Standing in line out there waiting for the bathroom for who knows how long isn't my idea of fun, and I want to..."

She trailed off, and Hannah cocked her head to one side. "Want to what? Get back to the party?"

"Yes, but more specifically, I... wanted to be with you. You're my best friend, and I haven't gotten to talk to you much tonight."

"It's okay, you were making a new friend. I'm not going to get jealous," Hannah reminded her.

"I know, and I'm very grateful. But now that she's gone home I want to spend time with you." Makayla hesitated a moment. "I didn't mean that in a bad way, not like you're a second choice or-"

"I know what you meant," Hannah said reassuringly, folding her arms and smiling. "I even told you to go enjoy your time with your new friend first because I'd be around later."

"Thank you," Makayla said quietly, looking flustered. "So I was hoping to just... get this out of the way, and then we could do something together before we leave."

"I'd love to!" Hannah replied. "And I think it's great that you're looking after yourself instead of just worrying about the rest of us like you usually do."

Confused, Makayla asked, "You really think so?"

"Yeah!" Hannah emphasized, raising both arms. "You're always so concerned for us. That's great and all, but you need to look out for yourself, too."

Makayla gave a small smile, then looked over to the side, and Hannah followed her gaze to the couch by the wall. "I feel bad about making such a big mess, though..." she murmured.

It was clear to Hannah exactly how the sofa cushions had gotten so wet. "You were just telling me that it needs to be cleaned anyway," she pointed out. "It's not your problem, and you don't have to worry about it – so stop worrying about it!"

"I know, I know, but..." Makayla began, trailing off again, holding one arm with her other hand as she looked down.

Hannah knew what that meant, and drew a little closer, reaching out and putting a hand on Makayla's shoulder reassuringly. "Hey. I'm here for you, you know that, right? What's on your mind?"

Makayla hesitated briefly, shifting about in place. "We should take care of business first," she urged, "Then we can talk about it." She turned and looked around the messy room again, her gaze falling onto the open drawer of the dresser. It had dried a little bit since her last visit, but it still bore signs of Hannah's presence. "Was that... really you?" she suddenly asked Hannah, gesturing towards the drawer. "Anna said it was, but..."

"Oh, uh, yeah," Hannah confirmed, taking a look of her own, unaware of the slight wag of her tail as she surveyed the aftermath of her own release. It didn't look like anyone else had used that drawer either, and-

"Why?"

Hannah went quiet, taken off guard yet again. "Uhh..." was all she managed to get out for a few seconds. "...why not?" she eventually offered feebly, but knew the moment it left her mouth it was a terrible answer, even before Makayla folded her arms and gave her an unamused look.

"There must have been some reason," Makayla pointed out. "You don't just... do that, in a spot like that, without some sort of reason." Her tone softened as she continued, "You're always telling me I can trust you. You can trust me too, you know? You don't have to hide anything."

Hannah exhaled and reached up with one hand, rubbing at the back of her head. "It's not that simple, I... I'm not entirely sure either," she admitted. She looked away from Makayla and to the drawers, giving it some serious thought. There had been a thrill to spraying the drawer, yes. And at the campsite, and that time at the abandoned asylum, and the car at the parking garage. Was that it? Just chasing a thrill?

"Hannah?"

"Sorry, I'm thinking," Hannah murmured, continuing her musings out loud. "It's complicated. I don't think it's some kind of a kink or anything like that."

"A kink?" Makayla repeated, tilting her head.

"Yeah, it's not that kind of excitement," she began, but the look on Makayla's face was one of complete confusion. "...never mind," Hannah insisted, shaking her head, "I just mean that it's... hmm... it's not 'fun', but it is exciting?" Hannah felt uncharacteristically put on the spot; it wasn't like Makayla to ask her these kinds of questions, but more than that, she really didn't know how to express herself on the matter.

"What's the difference?"

Hannah tapped one foot on the carpet. "Just give me a moment to think..." she insisted, putting one hand under her muzzle. What did all those previous times have in common? She finally consciously noticed her tail wagging and tried to bring it back under control, but it jogged her memory: the same thing had happened at the rink. Anna had noticed her tail and Hannah hadn't known why at the time. What had caused it, again? Looking into the car, seeing the mess she had made...

"Hmm." Hannah tapped a finger on the side of her muzzle. "I... might have an idea?" Makayla arched her eyebrows in interest, and Hannah went on, "You're probably going to think it's gross, though."

Makayla managed a wry smile. "Probably," she agreed, "But I want to hear it anyway."

"Well, all right," Hannah conceded, and took a breath. "It's... the mess itself, not the process of making it. When I think back to the other times I got excited from this, it was... from seeing what I'd done. You remember the asylum, right?" Makayla gave a nod. "Yeah. The wet papers, the puddle, all that dust getting washed away, it was... it was really obvious. And it was going to stay there. I remember thinking about that, about how I'd left this... this mark, and since the place was abandoned, my mark was going to stay there for a long time." She elected not to mention the car, but it lined up with her theory: seeing the huge mess she'd made had been the source of her thrill.

Turning towards the dresser, Hannah studied it briefly before continuing. "And here, it was really noticeable too. Making all the clothes dark and wet... anyone would notice just from a quick look." And they had, hadn't they? Makayla had obviously seen it on her previous trip and asked Anna about it, or something along those lines at least. A tiny little shiver ran through Hannah at the thought; someone else had noticed her mark. How many others? All the other people who had come in here... had they all seen it too? And it was just hers too, since nobody else had used the dresser. The mere idea was exhilarating!

Makayla's face contorted a bit in a grimace. "You're right, I do think that's gross," she admitted, looking back over to her mess on the sofa. "But I don't have any room to talk, do I?"

Hannah tilted her head. "What do you mean? Do you feel the same way?"

"No, no," Makayla insisted, shaking her head, "But it..." Letting out a sigh, she glanced away, then back at Hannah, speaking in a much quieter voice. "Can I tell you something? You have to promise not to tell anyone else. Not even Sydney or Kaitlyn or the foxes. It has to stay secret between us."

It was surprising for her to want that level of secrecy, but regardless, Hannah gave a nod. "Of course."

"When I..." Makayla began, only to trail off again. She plucked at her shirt with one hand and tried again. "I got this shirt while I was out with Anna and Chloe. And at the clothing store there, I..."

Hannah moved close again to reassure Makayla. She could take a guess based on what Makayla had managed to say, and asked, "You left a puddle somewhere?"

"...yes," Makayla admitted, looking away. "In the changing room... I'm sure you think I'm disgusting for doing that."

"Not at all!" Hannah insisted, putting a hand on Makayla's shoulder, then tried to ease the tension by joking, "Please, I'm friends with Anna and Chloe. Nothing you've done is going to top their shenanigans. A changing room floor is just a warm-up for those two."

Makayla gave a soft chuckle. "Thank you. Anyway, I... I felt something there. You said yours wasn't fun, but it was exciting, right?" Hannah nodded. "I think... that's how I felt too. There was some sort of..."

She trailed off, and Hannah had to guess. "Thrill?"

"Yes. But not while I was doing it. Only afterwards. Then I felt it. ...and I don't know why."

Hannah hummed in thought. "And you're sure it's not from seeing the mark you left?"

Makayla's lip curled. "Very," she answered curtly. "I didn't like looking at it. It was after that, when..." her expression relaxed, and she stared off absently. "...when I was walking away." Her eyes widened a bit like she had had an epiphany, and Hannah motioned for her to continue. "Yes, I...!" Then she went quiet again, looking flustered, and glanced away with a "Never mind."

"Go on, you can tell me," Hannah reassured her.

Nervously, Makayla took a deep breath and psyched herself up. "It... probably sounds stupid to you, but it was the fact that I could walk away, leave... IT there, and not have to worry about it. I... don't get to do that very often, you know?"

"I know," Hannah said with a nod and a smile. "That's why I've been trying to help you loosen up. You're too... responsible!"

"If such a thing is possible," Makayla remarked, chuckling. "I wasn't sure, but now, talking about it with you, I think I get it. It was just such a nice feeling knowing I could do something like that and have someone else take care of it for me."

"Well, I don't think it's stupid at all," Hannah declared confidently. "I think it's a natural and healthy thing for someone like you to want to not have to bear responsibility for everything all the time. So stop beating yourself up over it, okay?"

She moved in closer and pulled Makayla into a tight hug, taking the jaguar by surprise. She wrapped her arms around Hannah to return the hug, but squirmed and protested. "Hannah. Hannah," she insisted, but the husky didn't let her go. "Hannah, I still need to pee."

Hearing that, Hannah released her with a sheepish chuckle. "Oh, yeah. Let's take care of that before we get distracted again, shall we?"

"But where?"

Casting a glance around the room, Hannah had an idea. "The bed," she said simply. "The end of it is wet but we can get up at the head of it, it's still dry over there, looks clean to me."

"I suppose that's the best we can hope for," Makayla murmured. "Sure. Let's do it."

Once again, Hannah was taken aback, this time by how readily Makayla agreed to it. But not wanting to question her and make Makayla feel self-conscious, she just headed over to the bed, stepping into the gap between the bed and the wall to leave Makayla on the side with more room to maneuver. She both felt and heard a wet squish from under her left shoe and frowned, finding a damp spot on the carpet there, perhaps from someone who had sat on the side of the bed. But the bed itself still seemed to be clean, so she scuffed her foot on a dry part of the carpet and turned to Makayla.

The jaguar had one hand on the bedcovers near the pillows, feeling over them delicately as if to make sure they were dry. Looking up at Hannah, she asked, "So... how do we do this?"

"Um, well..." Hannah began, giving her shoe another scrape against the carpet. She normally didn't put this much thought into it, she'd just pick a spot and go. "Okay... maybe if... what if we climb up and lean against the headboard?" she suggested, rapping a knuckle against the back of the bed. "It'll keep us both clean and give us plenty of space."

Makayla gave a nod, looking down as she slipped her feet out from her shoes and left them by the bed. "Sounds like a good idea," she agreed as she turned and sat just in front of the pillows on the right side of the bed, then turned to press her back up against the headboard.

Hannah raised an eyebrow at Makayla taking off her shoes, but resisted the urge to point out that it didn't matter if the bed got dirty, and instead just took a moment to open her shorts and push them down to her knees along with her panties before taking her seat on the left side of the bed. Swinging her legs up onto the bed, she shuffled back and got into position next to Makayla, raising her legs.

Makayla, meanwhile, was taking a moment to get her panties out of the way, sliding them out from under her skirt and down her legs until she could slip them off her right leg, letting them dangle. She let her right leg slip off the side of the bed completely but kept her left leg raised up with her panties hanging off of her ankle, and leaned back.

Hannah opened her mouth to speak and encourage Makayla, but she didn't need it – before Hannah could get a word out, a shower of pale droplets from Makayla's slit scattered across the bedcovers in front of her, raining down onto the fabric. Stunned into silence, Hannah glanced at Makayla, but she had her eyes closed and her head tipped back slightly.

So, Hannah focused on following suit, keeping both legs raised up as she stuck her hips out. In sharp contrast to Makayla's spray, Hannah released a strong jet of urine that hit part of the covers not too far away from her, soaking into the blanket with such force that the wet part rapidly spread outwards from the point of impact in all directions. She couldn't help but let out a small, brief groan from the relief, but focused on the moment.

Her eyes were locked firmly on that stain as it got bigger and spread out. True, she wasn't covering nearly as much of the blanket as Makayla was, with the multitude of droplets raining down and darkening the fabric, but Hannah's stream was focused and thoroughly soaking into it. She would be leaving a much more notable mark, and she could even hear it as her heavy stream soaked the fabric fast enough for it to audibly splash, if only a little. She thought on it more to test her theory; yes, she very much liked the mess she was making, even alongside Makayla's and whoever had made the two wet spots at the far end of the bed. Sure, her mark was only one among many. But it was still hers...

"Thank you," Makayla suddenly said from beside her, and Hannah glanced over again, seeing the jaguar looking at her, and away from the steady shower of pale yellow fluid she was spraying onto the bed. "For... doing this with me."

Hannah gave her a smile. "Of course. I have to look out for my best friend, don't I?" she said supportively, nudging Makayla gently with one arm.

Makayla gave a hum of agreement and glanced back towards the mess they were making, her spray and Hannah's stream gushing forth in parallel and both soaking the bed in different ways. On the left, a big contiguous wet spot for Hannah that was visibly wet in the middle where her stream was still landing, and on the right, a much larger wet spot with occasional dry bits here and there that had been lucky enough not to have a droplet land on them yet. "There's... more to it," Makayla murmured.

Hannah's ears perked up. "Oh?"

"I find this... much more enjoyable when my friends are doing it too," she said quietly, exhaling softly as her spray started to lose strength. She continued on regardless, "It's like... sharing a secret together. Some special moment we'll keep to ourselves."

"Really?" Hannah asked, intrigued, her own stream starting to weaken as well as Makayla's spray died off and the jaguar pushed out a final squirt onto the soaked blankets. "Do you feel better if someone else goes first?"

Makayla thought it over as she shuffled back a bit to get a little further away from her mess. "Yes, but... even just having someone encouraging me helps a lot," she replied, thinking back to when Anna and Chloe had been persuading her to use the sofa earlier.

Hannah was deep in thought for a moment as she finished up, giving a couple of final clenches to send small squirts of her pee onto the drenched bedcover. "Well, I think you did excellently," Hannah remarked, reaching out towards her shorts and digging around in the left pocket. "Did it help having me here with you?"

"Yes, a lot," Makayla murmured, watching Hannah tug some tissues out from the pack in her pocket. "I felt a lot more comfortable. Thank you."

"You're very welcome," Hannah replied, holding out a tissue to Makayla. Both of them wiped themselves dry, Hannah doing so quickly and dropping her tissue onto the bed, while Makayla took a little more time to make sure she was completely dry, tossing the tissue towards Hannah's as soon as she was done with it. Hannah swung her legs back off the bed and pulled her shorts and panties back up as she got to her feet, while Makayla took a little more care to sit up without touching any of the mess she had made, slipping her panties back on properly and tugging them up before slipping her feet into her shoes and standing up.

Scooting out from the gap between the bed and the wall, Hannah caught sight of Makayla staring at the bed, looking contemplative. "Feeling better?" Hannah asked, and Makayla just hummed and nodded in response. Avoiding the puddle she stepped in earlier while shuffling around the end of the bed to join her friend, Hannah went on, "Hey, don't worry about it. It's not your problem, right? You can just walk away."

"Yes... I can, can't I?" Makayla agreed, straightening up a little. "I'm very glad I don't have to deal with it."

"Same," Hannah replied, looking at the bed as well. Albeit for a different reason; maybe it was just her own bias, but she felt like her stain looked the best. Nice and focused, leaving a proper mark from how wet it was in the very center. It stood out from the others, and her tail swished back and forth. "Let's get going though before someone else comes in here to relieve themselves."

"Yes, let's," Makayla agreed, following after Hannah. The husky peeked out into the corridor, but it seemed the coast was clear, so Makayla slipped out behind her and closed the door.

The moment she did, it was like... not quite like a weight had been lifted from her, but similar. A little spring in her step, a flick of her own tail as she felt a sense of finality. She'd gotten away with it, and it wasn't her problem now. More than that, her friend had been able to take care of her needs, too... and Makayla had managed to help Hannah just as much as Hannah had helped her.

She felt good, and smiled, following after Hannah with the rush of excitement still in her head. The mess wasn't her problem now, and it wouldn't be. Yes, it was the host's problem, but... like her friends said, they had to clean it anyway, right? Instead of guilt, Makayla felt a sense of gratitude towards the host; thanks to them she wouldn't have to deal with the mess at all, and it saved her from having to deal with the bathroom that was no-doubt filthy by now. Maybe she could thank the host before she left... without saying specifically why, of course.

In the meantime, she still had the rest of the night available. "Hey, Hannah?" she said as they got back to the living room.

"What's up?" Hannah asked, looking back over her shoulder.

"Want to go see if anyone's getting a game going? We should play something together now that we have the chance."

Hannah grinned and flashed a thumbs-up. "Definitely. Let's go see what's happening!"

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Kaitlyn tapped one finger against the side of her muzzle. "Does lawn darts really seem like a good idea for a bunch of drunk students?"

"Why do you think we're standing all the way back here?" Sydney mused mirthfully, sipping from her can of orange soda.

Anna and Chloe both giggled at Sydney's joke while Kaitlyn snickered, the four of them watching the game at the opposite side of the yard. They cheered on the first throw that landed almost dead center on the target, but it seemed like a fluke as the rest of the thrower's shots were wildly off-mark.

Sydney yawned widely, stretching her arms over her head. "When are you planning on heading back?" she asked, turning her head towards Anna and Chloe.

"Pretty soon, I think," Anna replied.

"Yeah, it's starting to die down," Chloe agreed. "Plus we can't keep Makayla out too late or her mom will, well, you know..."

"...be deeply, DEEPLY, disappointed in us," Anna lamented melodramatically. "And we were such good children, too, growing up to be such fine, respectable-"

She couldn't make it any further and snorted with laughter, and Chloe joined in with more giggles. Smirking, Sydney added, "Yeah, I don't know where she ever got that idea about you two either."

"We'll go find where Hannah and Makayla are," Chloe promised. "Then we'll gather everyone together and head home."

"Sounds good to me," Sydney agreed.

"We'll be here," Kaitlyn said with a nod.

Anna and Chloe headed back inside through the now-deserted kitchen, going back into the living room. As they entered the almost-empty room, they quickly spotted their other two friends: Hannah was sitting on the sofa and Makayla was sprawled against her side, partly slumped over Hannah's front while Hannah kept her right arm around the dozing jaguar.

"Awwwww...!" Chloe began excitedly, holding both paws to her muzzle. Hannah, however, shook her head and put her left index finger to her own snout to silently shush Chloe, so in a quiet voice, she finished, "...that's so cuuuuuuuute!"

"Yeah, she's had a busy night," Hannah agreed softly, gently patting Makayla on the back. "I'll let her get some rest, but when we're ready to go I'll wake her up. Or carry her back to the van. We'll see."

Anna giggled a little bit from beside Chloe and gave a nod. "Yeah, it's getting pretty empty. Everyone left is out in the back yard."

"We'll be heading out soon," Chloe told Hannah. "Are you about ready to go?"

"I am, yeah. I had a good time though," Hannah answered.

"Great. We've just got to make ooooooone last pit stop before we go," Anna remarked playfully.

Hannah rolled her eyes. "All right, go do your thing, if there's even anywhere left to go. I'll be right here," she told them.

"Yeah, not like you can move right now," Chloe joked quietly.

Even though there wasn't a single other person in the living room besides Hannah and Makayla, and by extension, no-one in or in line for the bathroom, the foxes headed off down the side corridor to the bedroom anyway. But upon their arrival it seemed like Hannah might have been right: there were so many puddles, wet spots, discarded tissues and other signs that their group had been far from the only ones to use the 'secondary bathroom' that it didn't look like there were any good spots left at all.

"Wow," Chloe said simply, peeking in through the door along with Anna. "So, like, this isn't our fault, right?"

"Definitely not," Anna concurred. "We were just first. The early adopters."

"We were peeing in this bedroom before it was cool."

Anna chuckled a little. "Yeah. Uh. So, where ARE we going to go?"

They considered their options for a moment, and then Chloe had an idea. "Oh! Wait, I know! Everyone's out back, right? I bet we could sneak upstairs now!"

"Ooooooooooh," Anna replied, clearly interested. "Yeah, they've been keeping people out of there all night. Let's go take a look."

They returned to the living room, giving Hannah a wink and a thumbs-up along the way, before heading to the front of the house. A simple rope tied across the bottom of the stairs with a sheet of paper saying "NO ENTRY" taped to it had sufficed for most of the night when there were others around, but by itself, it did little to deter the vixens from crouching down and going underneath it and then creeping up the stairs. They snuck along quietly, peeking ahead cautiously just in case they weren't alone. The upper floor wasn't anything terribly exciting, with just four rooms, one of which had a closed door. The very end of the upper corridor opened out onto a small balcony area overlooking the back yard – with everyone out back they definitely needed to stay away from it.

Anna cautiously took a step forward away from the top of the stairs, crouching low. "Which one?" she hissed to Chloe.

As Chloe ascended, the stair under her foot creaked, and she let out a gasp. Both of them looked towards the closed door at the end of the corridor, and Anna quickly grabbed Chloe by the arm and tugged her into the nearest room, which was the bathroom, pushing the door closed quickly but quietly. For a moment they were both in almost pitch darkness, but when there was no sound from outside for several seconds, they exhaled and Anna fumbled for the lightswitch, turning it on.

The upstairs bathroom was still in pristine condition since none of the guests had been using it all night, with white tiling on the floor and walls and matching white ceramic for the bathtub, toilet, and sink. The tub at the back had a shower curtain that was halfway open, decorated with patterns of what looked like fish. Fluffy cyan mats were next to the tub and in front of the toilet, and a bathroom scale was on the floor next to the counter with the sink and mirror, which in turn was next to a big wooden cabinet fixed to the wall that probably held spare towels, and a drawer in the bottom half of it.

"Well, we can always go in here," Anna said as she straightened up. They both looked around as Anna walked forward, and Chloe giggled when Anna stopped next to the toilet and faced it.

"What, giving up and taking the easy way?" Chloe teased. "You're not chickening out, are you?"

"Who do you think I am, Sydney?" Anna joked, reaching under her skirt and dropping her panties to her ankles, stuffing them into her skirt pocket. "I'm just getting creative!" she declared, lowering both the toilet seat and the lid. At first Chloe thought she might sit on the lid, then as Anna put one foot on it and tested her footing Chloe thought she was going to squat on it, but instead, Anna climbed up and sat down on the cistern.

"Now that's what I call a porcelain throne," Chloe remarked with a grin, making finger-guns towards Anna.

Anna couldn't help from snorting, putting one hand over her muzzle for a moment as she held herself steady with the other one. "Well I'm gonna be crowned queen after this, 'cause there's no way you'll top what I've got planned," Anna taunted, spreading her legs out wide and pulling her skirt upwards. Leaning back until she was resting on the wall, she pushed her hips to the edge of the cistern as she kept her legs apart and began to release.

Her stream initially struck the lid of the toilet before passing over it and landing on the mat around its base, but then Anna clenched her muscles and forced her stream out harder to send her pale fluid flying further through the air. It cleared the mat around the toilet and splashed on the tiles, as Chloe watched from a safe distance next to the linen cupboard, but Anna wasn't content with just that. Twisting and turning her hips, Anna sent her pee splashing this way and that, with very little aim or coordination – and intentionally so.

The vixen's urine showered all over the tile floor, soaked into both of the floor mats, and struck the shower curtain, making a loud plastic pattering sound as it did. It was barely a stream at all, her motions making it break up into smaller segments and droplets that rained down all around her. Wearing a huge grin the whole time while Chloe quietly cheered her on, Anna sprayed down everything she could reach – mostly the floor but she just barely got some into the tub before her hard stream began running out quickly, splashing the mat around the toilet again and then drumming on the toilet lid before she ran almost completely dry, mustering only one final squirt that fell onto the toilet lid. Only the towel rack next to the shower was spared, and only then because it was fixed to the wall that Anna had her back to.

Smugly, Anna folded her arms and looked down from her perch at Chloe. "Top that!" she challenged, her tail wagging rapidly against the wall behind her. Just to cap it off, she climbed down from the toilet – carefully, with the huge mess all around her – and made her way to the towel rack to finish the job, grabbing the first towel hanging on it and rubbing it against her slit to dry herself.

"Ooh, this'll be hard," Chloe admitted, looking around. The sink just wasn't going to cut it. Neither was the tub. Even if she got some exotic pose, all she'd be doing was matching Anna. She really had to think of something good...

Turning around, she opened the door on the cupboard, finding some spare towels inside. Good, but not good enough. Was Anna really going to win their little unofficial contest again? Closing the cupboard, Chloe reached down and pulled on the handle for the drawer below.

Except it wasn't a drawer at all, and she yipped in surprise as it pulled downwards instead. It was a laundry chute! The hinge on it was at the bottom so the whole thing swung out at the top, and she peered into it. It did have some metal walls, but they looked pretty cheaply-made and hastily installed, the edges not quite meeting one another. Was it some sort of DIY project...?

"What did you find?" Anna asked from the other side of the room.

"A laundry chute," Chloe answered, then grinned, her tail swishing. Yes! It would be perfect! She pulled the door open as far as it would go and let go – it stayed open, unsurprisingly, since it would be difficult to put laundry into if it closed itself. With a grin and a giggle she turned away from it and lowered her panties, putting one hand on the wall to steady herself as she squatted down over it.

"Wait, really?" Anna asked, blinking in surprise.

"You got the whole floor," Chloe pointed out as she lifted her tail up and leaned back until she was resting against the wooden surface, "But I'm gonna pee on an entirely different floor...!"

Chloe leaned forward a bit and kept her hips stuck backwards as she relaxed, taking a deep breath. She really hoped everyone else was still out in the back yard, but there was no turning back now. She groaned a little as she peed into the laundry chute, and her stream poured downwards, striking the inside of the wooden door and running down it, over the hinge at the bottom, and then dripped down into the depths – presumably going all the way to the basement.

"No way," Anna gasped.

"Yes way!" Chloe retorted, and took a breath, clenching her muscles to spray harder just as Anna had done. Her stream struck the smooth, painted wooden surface and sprayed back off of it on an angle, down into the chute – raining onto the metal siding of the chute itself and producing an echoing metallic sound.

Anna looked around in worry. "Chloe, that's so loud!"

"Nobody's going to hear it!" Chloe asserted, wiggling her hips. Her pale fluid continued to gush downward and ricochet into the chute proper, weakening temporarily whenever she relaxed her muscles to take a breath. Whenever it did, her stream poured down the inside of the door and then into the chute, flowing and dripping down into the depths, some of it leaking around the hinge and onto the bathroom floor instead. "I bet there's some laundry down there already," Chloe said to tease the shocked Anna, "And I'm soaking it too!"

She stayed in place just a bit longer until she began to run low and relaxed her muscles, letting the rest of her bladder's contents flow out lazily, dripping onto the chute door to flow down slowly. "Uh," she began, realizing her predicament. "Could you bring me some toilet paper?"

"Sure," Anna replied, still bewildered by what Chloe had just done.

After some careful maneuvering across the wet floor, Anna grabbed the roll off the holder and brought it over to Chloe, who first dabbed a couple of sheets against her slit and tossed them down the chute, then reached up to set the rest of the roll down on the edge of the sink. Smugly, she looked up at Anna and declared, "I. Win."

Anna couldn't help but admit defeat. "Yeah, I can't top that," she conceded. "You're the baddest fox of them all."

Chloe giggled and pumped a fist triumphantly. "Told you! But it's okay, being second-baddest fox is still pretty good!"

Anna gave a short laugh. "Okay, we really need to get going, just in case anyone heard that racket you made," Anna said, pulling her panties out from her pocket and starting to pull them back on.

"At least we're in a bathroom for once," Chloe pointed out. "We can wash our hands way more easily."

"Yeah, otherwise Kaitlyn's super germ senses will go off," Anna agreed. She waited as Chloe took her turn at the sink, making use of the pump bottle of soap next to the faucet. "We'll get everyone together, get in the van, and head back home."

"Sounds like a plan!" Chloe agreed, stepping aside. Her hands were wet and she didn't want to navigate the mess Anna had made, so she pulled open the cupboard next to her and grabbed a fresh towel, passing it to Anna when the other vixen was done. "I don't think I've got any more mischief left in me for the night."

"Yeah, same," Anna agreed. "We've gotta go sleep and recharge so we can unleash more chaos on the world."

"The world'll never know what hit it!" Chloe teased, striking a pose, before she left with Anna, who flicked the light off on their way back out.