On a crisp day in late autumn, as orange and brown leaves slowly left their branches to be blown around the sidewalks by pleasantly cool breezes, countless citizens were cramming themselves into their cars to rush off to the Ultramart out by the highway, braving traffic jams and 15-minute hunts for parking spaces, all so they could scour the aisles for any deal they could get their hands on. It was, after all, the busiest day of the year, a nightmare for the staff of retailers everywhere - Black Friday. Amongst the surging crowds, a group of four women had succeeded in their mission to find the best possible deals they'd been hunting for. Veronica, at the head of the group, was a wolf whose thick fur meant she was wearing a t-shirt and skirt even in the cool weather, and she was proudly clutching a box with a new pair of shoes she'd had her eye on. Following closely behind was Nina, a gray squirrel dressed in all black and a chain hanging from one pocket, with a basket of equally black pants and shirts to expand her wardrobe. Struggling to keep up and using the squirrel's exceptionally large tail as an easy navigational guide, Sammy the otter was still in her button-up shirt and long dress from work, having had to work a half-shift that morning, desperately clutching the boxes for a new phone and some accessories for it. Finally, Lydia alternated her glance between her crowds ahead and the phone in her right hand as she checked the traffic reports, the vixen finely-dressed in expensive pants, a dress shirt, and a jacket, carefully hanging onto an assortment of small boxes of jewelry under her left arm. The four of them had been friends since high school, and though they'd gone their separate ways for careers and personal lives, they still kept in touch and hung out together. They'd decided to pile into Lydia's car and go together to the Ultramart, each with something specific in mind to grab on sale, and then they'd head to Sammy's house to spend the rest of the day relaxing, catching up, and playing board games. Even so, just getting through the store was a battle, and each was after something in a different department, and everyone but Sammy was trying on their purchases first to see how they'd look - as a result, a couple hours elapsed before they were ready to leave, an ordeal that took almost another hour due to the length of the lines, woefully insufficient number of aisles, and the staff all being cheap students who were immensely undertrained to deal with the situation. But eventually, they managed to pay and get back out, dropping off their things in the trunk of Lydia's car, a luxurious four-door sedan with just about every feature possible. "Before we go," the vixen said, closing the trunk of her car, "I'm going to head back to the women's room. It's a long drive back, and I need to use the facilities." "Yeah, same." Sammy replied, the otter bouncing on her feet a little. "Plus I had all that coffee this morning." "And me." Veronica chimed in, "I didn't get to go before we left." Nina gave a snort, folding her arms, her huge tail flicking behind her. "Let's all go take a piss before we get back on the road, then." She said, and started walking back towards the store. -------------------- Of course, that was much easier said than done. Sammy groaned aloud as she saw the lines to the bathrooms leading most of the way along the huge front panes of the store. Even the men's room had a line due to the sheer number of people at the store - it was just moving faster. "Hang on, I think there was another one at the back of the store by the changing rooms," Veronica told the others in a low voice. "Let's try those." She wasn't too keen to brave the crowds again - none of them were, really - but it seemed like their best option, so they formed up again in the same order as before, Veronica at the front, Nina behind, Sammy chasing after Nina's tail, and Lydia bringing up the rear, trying to stick to the aisles on the edge of the giant store that were a little less crowded. With the wolf in the lead they made it to the changing area at the back, which had a long line of its own. But, squeezing through, they found a quiet corridor leading into the back of the store, and Veronica cautiously pushed open the nearest door, peeking inside. "I was right!" she exclaimed in a hushed voice, pushing the door open further to reveal a small unisex bathroom. "Only one at a time, but if we're quick we can-" "Hey, what are you doing? Get away from there!" called a voice from further down the corridor. Veronica stepped back away from the door, and Sammy hid behind Nina's huge tail. Coming their way was someone in a staff uniform, a tall panther pushing a large trash bin on wheels. "Sorry, sir," Veronica started, "We were just-" "This area is for staff only," he replied, eyes narrowed at the group of girls. "You have to leave." "Oh, come on." Nina chimed in, arms folded, looking thoroughly fed up. "We won't be long, and there's a gigantic line out front. Just let us take a goddamn piss and we'll be on our way." The janitor shook his head sternly. "No. And if you don't get going, I'm going to have to call security." -------------------- After another trip back through the store, being jostled and shoved by overzealous shoppers with Sammy nearly getting run down by a shopping cart, the four of them were back at the front of the building, now waiting in line. While it did keep moving, it wasn't quick, and with so many people in line it was hard for them to hold on. Veronica was in front again shifting back and forth on her feet, Nina had her arms stoically folded but also crossed her legs any time the line wasn't moving, Sammy was shifting about much more than Veronica was, and Lydia was distracting herself with her phone, catching up on news and stocks. "Stupid mean janitor..." Sammy grumbled as they started to get close to the bathroom door. The line out of it was keeping the door held open; each flush of water was both a herald of the line moving forward, but also an agonizing sound of moving water that made the women in line squirm. "He's just doing his job," Veronica responded, though her tone of voice indicated she wasn't terribly pleased about it either. "What I want to know is why this line is moving so slowly. It's long but we're not getting through it that fast. The men's line is going much faster." "We'll find out soon," Lydia chimed in as they shifted forward another space. Another couple of uncomfortable minutes later, and Veronica reached the door, the wolf peering past the calico cat in front of her to take a look at what was going on. The others tried to peek as well, but couldn't see past; a few seconds later Veronica turned back to the others and shook her head. "It looks like there's only one stall in there being used." Nina's face scrunched into an angry frown. "Well shit, no wonder the line is so long and slow. What's the problem?" "I don't know," Veronica replied testily, "There's a note on one door. The other's closed and I haven't seen it open this whole time, probably locked as well." "Well... I hope this hurries up." The squirrel replied, biting her lip with her oversized front incisors. The normally stoic and unflappable woman was starting to crack. "I... I dunno if I can hold on much longer." As the four of them managed to get inside, it only made things worse; now they had to contend with the sound of the sinks being run and the splashing of other women peeing in the toilets in addition to the flushing sounds. Sammy had both hands between her legs, Nina as squirming uncomfortably, Veronica shifting back and forth from one foot to the other, and Lydia crossing her legs as tightly as she could. Of the three stalls, only the middle one seemed to be being used, with the one closest to the door having a note taped to it. Once close enough, Nina leaned forward, peering at it. "'Out of order'? That's bullshit." She said in frustration. After gritting her teeth and shuddering hard, she looked at the few women ahead of her, then back at the stall. "Even if it's blocked... I can just stand... ugh, better than wetting myself." Before Veronica could stop her, the squirrel strode forward and shoved the door open, making it slam against the wall. "Oh, come ON!" the others heard her cry - as her friends peered around her, they could see that 'Out of order' was a bit of an understatement; the entire toilet had been ripped out, leaving only a hole in the floor where it had once been, and an outline on the wall behind it, tauntingly offering the silhouette of a cistern. Nina stared dumbfounded at the space where the toilet should have been, then shook her head as she felt another cramp. "Fuck this," she declared loudly enough for everyone in the bathroom to hear, unzipping her pants, "Maybe if that janitor had done his job, I wouldn't have to do this." "Do what?" Sammy inquired, trying to peek past Veronica's legs from outside the stall. The squirrel woman was too preoccupied to answer, shoving her pants down to her knees. While that wasn't anything the others hadn't seen before - they'd been on beach trips together once or twice - she then pushed her panties down just as far, pushing her hips forward and spreading her legs apart, one hand on the wall of the stall and the other reaching down to spread herself open where the others behind her couldn't see. Before they could say anything, Nina tipped back her head and let out an utterly blissful groan, a hard and poorly-aimed stream of piss shooting from her urethra and splashing against the wall behind the hole in the floor, running down into it. "Ohhhh, yeahhhhh..." she groaned out, bringing the golden arch of liquid closer to the center of the hole, then letting it drift off-course as she leaned her head back again. "Nina!" Lydia snapped in a scolding tone from behind her, but the squirrel simply pushed off from the wall to raise her hand, and a middle finger. "Piss yourself if you want, Lyd," the squirrel responded calmly, already sounding back to her normal self, "But I'd rather have dry pants for the long ride home." The squirrel continued to stand and release her bladder in the approximate direction of the hole, splashing around the edge of it by accident or intent. The other two girls said nothing, staring in shock, then pulling their eyes away and trying to think about something else; the loud splashing of Nina's stream hitting whatever pipes or wall was underneath the hole wasn't doing their desperation any favors. Finally, Nina's stream began to wane, and after a few clenches of her muscles to force the last of it out, she grabbed a handful of toilet paper, wiped herself, and chucked it at the hole, a stray sheet landing at the edge. Tugging up her panties and pants, she zipped and buttoned up before turning around and heading for the sink as though nothing had happened. "All yours," she commented nonchalantly, washing her hands and grabbing some paper towels to quickly dry them with. "I'll wait for you out by the car. Don't take too long." And with a self-confident stride out of the room, she was gone, leaving the other three - plus a few bystanders - in various states of shock, embarrassment, and possibly more if the blush of the tiger lady behind Lydia was anything to go by. Shaking her head, a golden retriever ahead of the calico in front of Veronica headed into the working stall as its resident vacated it, leaving the rest of the group next in line after the cat. "Did she really just do that?" Veronica wondered out loud. "Appalling, and yet, exactly what I'd expect from her." Lydia said with a sigh. Sammy didn't say anything, hands between her legs, Nina's words echoing in her head: 'I'd rather have dry pants for the long ride home.' The otter felt that she couldn't hold out much longer either, and glanced over at the open stall. Veronica and Lydia were still talking, but the words were just noise to her; she knew she would wet herself soon, and she couldn't wait for the women in front of her. "...at least the three of us have better manners, right?" Lydia said, looking down towards Sammy - except she wasn't there, only an empty gap between the wolf and the vixen. Glancing to the side, with Veronica following her gaze, she saw the stall door with the note was closed, and made out the bottom of Sammy's feet at the edge of the hole. Inside, the otter had pulled up her dress, biting the hem to hold it up and leave her hands free, and was squatting at the edge of the hole in the floor, her panties just above her ankles. "Sammy!" Lydia called out in dismay, but she was met only with the otter's relieved groan and, once again, the sound of water splashing against tile and ringing off of a pipe under the floor. Sammy trembled in relief, her stream breaking up into a spray of droplets that scattered around inside the hole and along the edge. "I half-expected it from Nina, but not from you!" Veronica chimed in, though she couldn't really blame the otter girl, especially with how desperate she was feeling listening to Sammy's immense relief. "I-I couldn't hold it any more..." the otter replied, embarrassed. "And she's right, that janitor was... ahh... a real jerk." Veronica shook her head, looking forward, but the calico ahead of her was gone. Had she taken the middle stall? But then she saw the cat straddling a trashcan, having pulled off the lid, skirt flipped up and panties tugged aside to let her pee directly into the black plastic bag. Turning her head back and glancing back past an astonished Lydia, she saw the tigress squatting near the side of the stall Sammy was in, trying to pee underneath the gap between bottom of the stall wall and the floor to have it run into the hole. A mouse even shorter than Sammy had given up too, and had put down a coffee cup that she was trying to squat over to urinate into, her less-than-perfect aim making a puddle on the floor around the cup. "Nina, what have you started?" Veronica whispered to herself, but her bladder twinged painfully; she might end up like them in another few moments. She could hear Sammy's panting as she continued to relieve herself, the small otter holding a surprising amount of pee that she was letting loose into the hole, the numerous droplets pattering like a rainstorm on the tiles, pipes, and concrete that were her target. Glancing around, Veronica's eyes met Lydia's for a brief moment. "Don't you dare." The vixen chided, though her voice trembled slightly with her own desperation. They both heard Sammy sigh and then heard the ripping of paper as she wiped and tossed the used paper into the hole as well, her aim a bit better than Nina's. The otter came out a few seconds later, cheeks flushed bright red as she washed her hands quickly, and a tall snow leopard pushed past all three of them to take the now-vacated stall, missing toilet or no. Veronica groaned, seeing she'd missed her chance and had been cut in line. "Sorry, Lyd." Veronica whimpered, a hand going between her legs to grip herself. "I can't wait any more." Without waiting for a reply, the wolf went to a corner near the paper towel dispenser, flipping up her skirt and squatting down facing the wall. She didn't have any cunning plan beyond not wetting herself, nor did she care any more; hopefully there'd be a drain or something to handle it. Partially suppressing her groan of relief, the wolf unleashed her bladder against the corner wall, spraying it hard; her heavy stream of piss flowed backwards through the gaps between the floor tiles towards the center of the room. She clenched, trying to push it out as fast as she could, but she had been needing to pee so badly that it just kept coming, kept spraying, splashing loudly on the tile. Lydia watched in dismay as Veronica left her alone, the vixen helpless but to observe as Sammy and the calico both left, and a rabbit pushed past her to get to the now-vacated trash can. Lydia stared hard at the door to the middle stall, as if trying to will its occupant to come out, but she crossed her legs in reflex before that happened, her hand gripping the counter around the sinks to hold herself steady. She glanced back; Veronica was still pissing strong in the corner with a handful of paper towels from the dispenser next to her, ready to dry herself; the tigress had left and been replaced with an arctic fox who was squatting low to try and pull off the same trick of peeing under the bottom of the stall; and a pair of cheetahs were standing an inch from the wall under the air conditioning vent, skirts up to hose down the wall as they chatted. The last bit of Lydia's resistance crumbled, but she turned to put her back to the sink, lowering her pants and panties before lifting herself up and sitting with her rump over the sink itself, keeping her modesty. She glared away the mouse who had come to wash her hands after tossing the coffee cup in the trash, making her take the next sink over, as the vixen relaxed her muscles and let her stream splash into the basin of the sink and down into the drain. "At least SOME of us have dignity." She muttered to herself, glancing over at Veronica. The wolf was wiping herself, but dropped the paper towels by accident into the huge puddle underneath her, and after a brief moment of surprise she stood up and left them there. Lydia shook her head in disapproval, taking out her phone and flipping through the news articles once more, ignoring Veronica as she passed to wash her own hands, and the other girls who came and went, letting her overfull bladder empty into the sink with a steady splashing. She had to admit that it felt immensely wonderful, though she'd never say as much out loud, and continued to piss into the sink at a steady pace. When she ran dry, clenching to make sure it was all out of her, she reached into her purse and took out some tissues to wipe herself clean before sliding off the sink, tossing the tissues into the trash between the legs of the border collie now occupying the trashcan and pissing down into it. She ran the sink to wash away her own urine and to wash her hands before she left, looking to the sides and surveying the room - it was a complete mess and getting worse by the moment, with puddles accumulating around the edges of the room, tissues and toilet paper more and more commonly being dropped instead of thrown in the trash, and other women starting to follow her example of making use of the sinks. On her way out, she ignored the panda who had chosen to squat directly in the middle of the open area of the bathroom above the drain in the floor and made her way out of the building. On the plus side, the line was moving faster than the men's line now... -------------------- When Lydia got back to her car, she slid into the driver's seat nonchalantly, the other three taking their positions. The vixen glanced at the others through the rear-view mirror; Sammy in the back was still blushing fiercely while crouched down to try and hide her face, Veronica was also flushed but was staring out the window opposite Sammy out at the rest of the parking lot, and Nina was leaning out the lowered passenger-side window, the most carefree of the lot. Starting the car, the vixen waited for any comments; when there were none, she put the car in reverse and began to pull out. "Let's never speak of this again." She said, turning on the radio and starting the drive back home.