Unemployment had its advantages. For one, Code didn't need to get up until she felt like it. And two, she finally had the time to get around to all kinds of stuff she normally wouldn't have been able to do: errands, cleaning, and sightseeing, among other things. She'd find another contract in due time, so until then, she fully intended to make the most of her sudden free time.

Rolling out of bed just after 11:00, Code went through her usual morning routine with only one deviation from the norm: after getting dressed in a t-shirt and track pants, the lizard grabbed a gold-plated pocket watch on a gold chain from her bedside table, slipping it into her left pocket. As a timepiece, it was quite useless, not even ticking. Instead, it had the rather more useful ability to stop time for up to an hour each day. Although she couldn't go too far from the point at which she had stopped time, it was still useful now and then, and she had taken to carrying it when she left her apartment.

For it had one rather particular side-effect: she herself was held in some sort of stasis while time was stopped. It didn't matter if she ate or drank anything, she'd still be just as hungry afterwards. And the other end of the equation held true as well... as long as the time stop was in effect, she could urinate endlessly, a property that had been very useful at the end of her last job. They had never found out who the culprit was behind several mysterious piss-related incidents, and though they had stopped when she left, she hadn't been the only contractor laid off that week, and they could prove nothing. After all, who could accuse the woman who was always in a completely different place whenever any incidents occurred, and with witnesses too?

Once she was ready, Code left her apartment and caught a bus to go check out an arcade she had heard about, but had never had the opportunity to go to. A short walk away from her stop, she found it down a side street as part of a run-down block of buildings, nestled between an old video store – did anyone even buy video tapes any more? – and a shop peddling some of the tackiest decorations she had ever seen just from a glance through the front window.

She headed in regardless; perhaps the rent was cheap, or maybe it was just too much of a pain in the ass to relocate an entire arcade's worth of machines to a new location. Pushing open the front door, she stepped inside and gawped at the rows upon rows of arcade machines laid out in front of her: dozens and dozens of arcade cabinets arranged in a grid, and up against the far wall were some of the bigger types like enclosed cabinets, dancing games, and racing games with seats and steering wheels.

But the place itself had seen better days. The carpet near the entrance was old and faded, and the wood covering the rest of the floors was heavily scratched. Not all of the fluorescent overhead lights seemed to be working, and the paint on some of the cabinets was worn and scratched... but the games appeared playable, and that was all she wanted. It was a pity she couldn't have seen the place when it was first opened, so its current state would have to do.

She wasn't sure where to start, but she did know that she'd need a way to actually play them, so she headed for the desk near the entrance. Behind it, despite there being two stools, there was only one staff member: an old, black and gray wolf reading a newspaper, much to Code's surprise – who even printed newspapers these days, let alone bought them? Then again, arcade machines weren't popular any more either, so if anything, it was fitting.

Approaching the desk, she stood for a moment, getting no reaction, then cleared her throat. When he still didn't reply, Code knocked on the desk with one hand, finally getting him to lower the newspaper and look at her over it. "What?" he asked gruffly, reaching out with one hand and grabbing a coffee mug.

"I'd like some tokens, please," she asked, a little taken aback by his rudeness.

He swigged from his coffee mug, then put it back down with a loud 'thunk'. "We don't use tokens, just quarters," he growled, then raised the newspaper again.

Frowning for a moment, Code knocked on the counter and earned a glare from him. Holding up a $20 bill, she said pointedly, "I'd like some QUARTERS, please."

Silently, he let go of the newspaper with one hand, snatching the money from her hand and jabbing a finger against a button on a cash register that also looked like it had been made back when color TVs were a hot new thing. Stuffing the $20 note into the register, he reached under the quarter and grabbed two rolls of quarters, tossing them onto the counter roughly, ignoring the fact that one of them wasn't sealed properly and promptly spilled its contents onto the counter and the floor just in front of Code. Then, without another word, he raised the newspaper again and went back to ignoring her.

She narrowed her eyes, scooping some of the quarters back into their roll and bending over to pick up the ones that had fallen on the floor. It was growing ever clearer why there weren't very many people at the arcade, even accounting for it being the middle of a weekday. She wasn't alone, but she could count the number of other customers on her fingers. After collecting all the quarters, she turned and left; she just wanted to get in some gaming while she had the chance to play classics she couldn't get at home.

And at first, that was what happened, as she started on a racing game and then moved on to try her hand at one that was clearly a knockoff of Space Invaders made by a company that spent only the bare minimum amount of effort into making it look different enough to avoid a lawsuit. Her initial triumph from setting high scores quickly vanished when she realized that hers was the only non-default score on the board; they must have reset the scores on a nightly basis.

She tried to play one of the light gun games, but of the two guns connected to the cabinet, Player 1's wasn't working at all, and Player 2's didn't seem to be calibrated correctly. It was truly impressive for the sights to be off on a light gun of all things, and though she tried her best to correct for it, after she lost her last life to hitting something she hadn't been aiming at, she grumbled and moved on to another machine.

Fortunately, the light gun was working on the next machine she tried, and she calmed down a little as she blasted away at robots, monkeys, and robot monkeys on the screen. Maybe it was just hard keeping such old games running? After setting a high score she wandered around a little bit, and spotting a vending machine in the corner, she headed over to take a look at its contents. For the most part it was just chocolates and some bags of chips, but as she was pondering what to get she felt something poke at her side.

Looking over, expecting to see someone else who wanted to get to the machine, she instead saw another and much younger wolf in a t-shirt and jeans, mopping the floors right by her. How had she missed him? He looked barely past his teens, probably only recently done with high school, and glanced over at her as she put out a hand to stop him from hitting her with the handle of his mop again.

"Sorry, old lady," he said, and she immediately glared in annoyance.

"I'm thirt-" she began, then took a breath and let it go, shaking her head. It wouldn't do any good. She turned back to the vending machine, looking for about two seconds before she felt the mop handle jab her in the side again. She glared at him with more intensity. "Please watch what you're doing."

"You're in the way, old lady," the teen told her, dunking his mop into a nearby bucket. She cast her glance around at the floors, which seemed dry. Had he started mopping directly next to her?

Annoyed, she pumped a few quarters into the vending machine and picked a chocolate bar just so she'd have something to eat. The machine whirred, but nothing happened, and she pushed the buttons again to no avail.

"Oh, yeah, that machine doesn't work," the mopping wolf told her nonchalantly.

"Would have been nice to know a minute ago," Code grumbled to herself. "Can I get a refund?"

"Try the coin return button," he suggested, but when she pushed it, nothing happened. He simply shrugged and went back to mopping with an apathetic "Well, I'm out of ideas."

Code gritted her teeth a little and turned away. Who knew how long that candy had been in there anyway? Annoyed, she went back to the arcade machines, figuring she would just use up her quarters and then leave. There wasn't a chance she'd try one of the dancing games, but there was a cabinet nearby that had a big guitar controller attached to it for playing a music-based game, and she decided to give that a shot.

She got through the first song without much trouble, save for being bumped in the back by the teenager's mop again. Glaring back at him, she could tell he was doing it deliberately: he had moved the bucket over but the floors all around her were dry except for where he had just started mopping. Trying to ignore him, she tried the second song on the machine after pushing in another quarter to get an extra credit.

The easiness of the first song had clearly been there to lull the player into complacency. The notes on the second one came faster and there were a lot more of them, so even as Code did her best to try and keep up, she started dropping notes all over the place, barely able to get a streak of 3, let alone higher.

"Wow, old lady, you suck," the wolf behind her heckled.

Code gritted her teeth but tried to ignore him and focus on the game. More notes slipped past her, and the game was all too happy to also heckle her with a 'Bad!' every time she missed a note and a 'Nasty' underneath her score, which the wolf started reading out just to annoy her further. Just as she felt like she was getting the hang of it, a tougher part kicked in and she flubbed a whole bunch of notes one after another.

She could handle a quarter-munching arcade game, but she didn't need the peanut gallery. The teen chiming in with "My grandma could play better than you!" grated on her infuriatingly; she'd just wanted to play some games, not get heckled by some kid who had probably never played anything except mobile phone games. She finished the stage but with a score that didn't even make it onto the scoreboard, and she put the guitar controller back, resisting the urge to throttle the wolf who was probably the owner's son. Or grandson, for all she knew.

Turning around, she slipped on the wet floor right behind her; apparently the teen had mopped right behind her and the floor was still soaking wet. With a cry of surprise she fell on her ass, and the wolf burst out into laughter, doubling over at the waist and holding himself up on one of the nearby machines, his eyes closed tightly as he pointed and laughed.

Gritting her teeth, Code pulled herself to her feet, burning with anger. She'd had enough. Her left hand dove into her pocket and grabbed the pocket watch, and as she pressed the button on the top, all the sound around her abruptly stopped – the wolf's laughing, the nearby machines' music, and the hum of a nearby overhead light all fell silent. Everything nearby was frozen in time, except for Code.

It was time for some payback.

First, she hung the pocket watch around her neck on its chain: she'd already found out once while experimenting that she had to maintain contact with it. Otherwise, she'd get frozen too, until its one hour of time ran out and it unfroze automatically. With the watch secured, she then stripped off her pants and panties to make it easier on herself, leaving them on the cabinet of the guitar game. She stepped over to the mop bucket and squatted over it with her hands on her knees, relaxing her muscles enough to start blasting a hard stream of piss into the soapy water. When her golden stream struck the water, it rippled briefly, sending up more bubbles, the ripples getting slower the further they got from the point of impact until the time stop took full effect and froze the water in place again. Twisting her hips, she shifted her aim to piss on the head of the mop itself as well, soaking the gray material with yellow.

But that wasn't enough for her. It would be too easy to fix. Getting up, she wandered off to another section of cabinets away from where she had been and stood between two of them, spreading her legs and facing the side of one. "You're obviously not washing around here, kid," she grumbled, "so let me help you out." She sprayed the side of the cabinet with a heavy blast of urine that poured down the wood, soaking into the spots where the paint was chipped or scratched, dripping onto the floor below it. Turning around, she hosed down the machine that had been behind her too, focusing her stream on a spot where the paint had been gouged off by something, so that her urine would soak into the wood properly.

She could do all the machines if she wanted, but as she looked around, she spotted the barely functioning light-gun game she had tried to play earlier. An idea came to her, and she moved around behind it. While mostly just solid wood, there was a gap at the top of the upper part of the cabinet, and several more lines in the wood near the bottom for a fan's exhaust.

An idea came to her, and she headed for the front desk, casually walking bottomless through the frozen-in-time arcade. She was about to grab the empty stool next to the older wolf when her eyes fell on his coffee mug, and a devious smirk crossed her face. Grabbing onto the mug, she picked it up and peered inside at the coffee filling it halfway up. "Let me get you a refill," she remarked to herself as she held the mug between her legs, directly underneath her pussy, and let loose once more. For just a couple of seconds she pissed into the mug and then cut off her stream, not wanting to fill it up so much that the extra weight made him suspicious, then she returned the mug to where she had picked it up from, trying to align it as closely to how it had been as she could.

Grabbing the spare stool, she returned to the arcade machine, and placed the stool behind it. Code climbed on top of the stool, holding the top of the cabinet to steady herself, and faced the back of it. Her pussy was just slightly above the gap in the cabinet now, and she grinned, pressing her hips close to it until there was barely a gap at all. Relaxing again, she didn't really care that a lot of her piss was pouring down the back of the cabinet instead of into it, and wiggled her hips around a little to make more of a mess. Her golden fluid gushed through the gap between the panels and into the inner workings of the arcade machine, sure to cause problems as soon as time unfroze. After she was sure she had soaked it enough she shifted her hips back just slightly to hose down the outside of the cabinet as well, letting her stream splash over the fan vent and in through its holes.

Satisfied that the machine would be ruined, and spectacularly at that, she ended her stream and climbed down from the stool to return it to where she had taken it, taking care to line its feet up with the divots in the carpet that indicated where it had been for who knew how long. Returning to her original spot next to the owner's kid, or grandkid, or whatever, she put her panties and pants back on, got back into roughly her original position, and then clicked the stopwatch again.

Instantly, there was a loud bang from the direction of the cabinet she had soaked, and she and the wolf turned to look towards it. Forgetting about her, the teen ran off to investigate, and she made her way for the door, trying to feign panic, as the few other patrons of the arcade also started to hurry out; a big cloud of smoke was rising from the ruined arcade machine after it had shorted out. Pushing out through the front door, Code left the place behind to head back to the bus stop, vowing never to return.

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With her hopes for an afternoon of retro gaming dashed, Code returned home and settled for more modern games instead with which to pass the time. A couple of days later, the weather suddenly got much hotter, prompting the usual midsummer activities in the neighborhood: barbeques, fireworks, street sports, and ice cream trucks making their rounds.

The cold-blooded lizard certainly didn't mind the heat at all, leaving the windows open at her apartment to enjoy the weather. On the second day of the bright sunny weather, she decided to go out again; it had been a long time since she'd been swimming, and there was a public pool not too far away from her that would offer a good chance to relax and unwind.

Digging around in a chest of drawers, Code eventually located her swimming trunks. She wasn't exactly a bikini woman, since she didn't have breasts, and the trunks would likely result in more people confusing her for a man at the pool, but it would hardly be the first time. Or the tenth. She grabbed a plastic bag leftover from a grocery run and stuffed the swim shorts and a spare towel into it, so that she'd have something to carry them in on the way back when they were wet, and set about gathering her other things: keys, wallet, phone, and – just in case – the pocket watch.

The pool was in walking distance, so off she went, enjoying the sunny weather and the light breeze. The pool was only moderately busy; since it was the summer there were a fair few families there with their kids, but it was still the middle of a weekday so everyone with a day job was elsewhere instead. It was a big pool, with plenty of space for everyone, and Code only had to pay a reasonably small amount to be let inside. Stopping by the changing rooms, she changed into her swimming trunks and stuffed the rest of her things into a locker, fastening the rubber strap on the key around her wrist before heading out to the pool.

Starting off at the shallow end to warm up, she swam around in the water a little, enjoying the warm open-air pool water on her scales as the sun beat down on her and everyone else there. Even though she hadn't gone swimming in quite some time, it all came back to her pretty quickly, and soon she was zipping around an open section of the deep end, using her long tail to propel herself through the water. She didn't need any swimming goggles, as much like an alligator she had third eyelids so she could see below the pool's surface without the chlorinated water stinging her eyes.

Time flew by, yet barely half an hour after she had arrived she heard a loud bell ringing and looked over towards the source, near the entrance. There, she could see several of the pool's staff ushering people out of the water, and Code swam towards the edge; had something happened? A medical emergency, maybe?

Climbing out, dripping water as she walked among the other emerging patrons, she didn't need to ask to figure out what was going on as there were already people clamoring to find out, questioning the staff. Unfortunately they refused to answer, deflecting all inquiries and simply saying that everyone had to leave. Disappointed, Code started heading back to the changing rooms when she noticed an unusual sight: next to the men's changing rooms was a large group of canids, all dressed for the pool, yet all of them were dry.

Mostly dogs and wolves and a hyena, several of them had designer sunglasses, with others holding pool floats and one holding onto an inactive boom box. One of them was overdoing it by far, with an array of gold jewelry hanging on his body, glinting in the sunlight, though she couldn't tell if it was real or not. Suspicious, Code hung around near them, holding one hand over her eyes as she gazed out over the pool, pretending to look for someone as she listened in on their conversation.

"...all to ourselves, soon," she heard one of them finish.

"No worries, bro, it'll be way better without anyone else ruining our vibe."

"Pff, yeah, don't need some bitch crying at us 'cause her kid heard a bad word again."

"No kidding. Get rid of all those birds, too, before they can stink up the place."

"Damn right man, this is the dogs' place now, fuck 'em all. Should've just bought the place out like this last time."

"It helps having a friend in the right place, doesn't it?" one remarked, before they burst into laughter.

Code had heard enough and narrowed her eyes as she turned and headed back towards the changing rooms. Next to them was a tired-looking tiger shark in a staff uniform that she accosted, hoping she might be able to get some answers from him while he was alone.

"Excuse me," she began, getting his attention, "Why is everyone-?"

He wasn't having it, and waved her towards the changing room. "Everyone has to leave, I'm sorry, but please come back another time," he said emotionlessly as if reading off a script.

"How come they don't have to leave?" Code asked, jerking her thumb to the group of canines.

The shark glanced over towards the group. "They're special guests. They bought out the pool for the day, no-one else is allowed."

Code's eyes narrowed. "They can't do th-"

"The manager approved it," the staff member told her, as if that ended the discussion. "Please get changed and leave, if you have a complaint, please see the front desk."

Giving in, Code turned and went into the changing rooms. She definitely had a complaint, that was for sure. Rinsing the pool water off of herself with a quick shower, she toweled herself dry back in the changing room. In the time it took her to do that, it sounded like the 'special guests' had started their party, as obnoxious music came blaring from the boombox that had been brought along, and she could hear them laughing and cheering on occasion.

As she got changed, she felt the pocket watch in the pocket of her track pants. Soon, she told herself, soon. She wanted to check something first. Out front was a crowd of people: all other guests that had just been kicked out, all trying to complain to the staff at the front window of the building where they had paid. Many were demanding refunds; others were demanding answers. Behind the desk were a few staff members, but as far as Code could tell from the way they all looked like they wanted to hide, none of them was the manager.

She had her suspicions. So, slipping away from the crowd, she re-entered the changing rooms and, after a quick glance to ensure nobody was looking at her, reached into her pocket and clicked the button on the watch.

Immediately, time froze, the sounds of the angry crowd muted alongside the terrible music. Hanging the pocket watch around her neck as she continued on through the silent changing room, Code went back into the pool area. Sure enough, the group from before had spread out: some were in the pool, others stretched out on deckchairs beside it. In addition to the boom box there was a big patio table with a huge lemonade pitcher in the middle. One of the wolves was frozen midair in his jump from the diving board, and another brown-furred dog was about to fall in, having been pushed by another member of his group. A few of them were in the water and swimming around, but their entire group barely took up one corner of the pool – most of it was completely empty now that everyone had been cleared out.

And, sure enough, just as Code suspected: with a badge pinned to his t-shirt that read "Manager", a gray wolf was hanging out with the other members of the group, chatting amiably to some of them. It was obvious who their 'friend in the right place' was, joining in on the party with his buddies, frozen in mid-gesture.

Fortunately for her – and unfortunately for them – the pocket watch gave her some extra time in the pool. She slipped back into the changing room to strip naked, not for any need of privacy but only to keep her clothes dry. Wearing only the pocket watch, she strode back outside, where everyone was still frozen in exactly the same poses she had left them in. Marching over to the table, she picked up the jug of lemonade and brought it to her lips to take a sip, spitting it back out a moment later, the spray of droplets making it to the floor before freezing in place just as they impacted. "Fuck, even your taste in lemonade is awful," she complained aloud. "What dollar store did you get the mix for THIS from?"

Turning to the pool, she put one hand over the end of the pitcher, leaving only the lip exposed, as she poured the lemonade into the pool, using her hand to stop the ice cubes from slipping out. Once only the ice remained, she stuck the pitcher between her legs and knelt over it, her bare pussy positioned right over it. Relaxing, she unleashed a torrent of urine into the glass container, spraying her urine all over the ice cubes. With any luck, the time stop effect would stop them from melting too much – but she didn't overly care, as she was sure someone would take a sip before they noticed it had been replaced. Because of the stasis that the time-stop effect held her body in, she was able to clench and force out a hard spray as long as she wanted, utterly drenching the inside of the jug in her piss easily. The fluid level rose and the ice cubes rattled around against each other, just barely audible over the hissing of her torrential spray of pee.

As she refilled the pitcher with some of her own special brew of 'lemonade', she glanced into the pool. Where she had dumped out the original lemonade, there was a big yellow cloud in the water – ironically, not the kind that normally showed up in a swimming pool. Sure, she could try to help it disperse a bit, but why bother? Especially when there was no way she'd leave the pool itself untainted...

Looking down, she could see there was foam starting to form on top of the piss in the pitcher, and she grabbed onto it and tilted it quickly. Foam would give her away, so she made sure to piss against the inner side of the glass instead, her stream ringing off the curved glass surface and pouring down it into the bottom without adding to the foam. She grinned, keeping the pitcher steady as she kept adding to its contents, considering her next move as she waited for it to fill. It was simply a matter of time – even though her golden stream had been gushing into the pitcher for a solid minute already, she was still going strong. The pitcher was a bit more than half a gallon in size from the look of it, and she wasn't going to stop until it had been topped right back off to where it had started.

But then what? She thought to herself, listening to the hiss of her stream and the ringing sound of it hitting the glass. Obviously, it had to be the pool. She could give it some more traditional yellow clouds in the water, by why stop there? A grin curled across her lips as she looked back down at the pitcher, which was about half-full, as she continued to piss into it as hard as she could. It wasn't as if she was limited by anything other than time, after all...

The moment she had pissed enough into the pitcher to fill it back to about where it had been originally, Code got up and set it back down on the plastic table where she had taken it, making sure to line it up as it had been before. Then, she strode over to the edge of the pool, right next to the dog who was frozen in the middle of falling into the water. She could make sure he got an extra surprise when he landed.

Approaching the very edge of the pool, she squatted down right at the edge of it, though it was hard to maintain her balance on the wet edge. She didn't want to fall in – the last thing she needed was for the pocket watch to get wet and unfreeze time or get stuck or something – so she switched to a more stable leaning back position instead, spreading her legs out wide, with her toes dipped into the water and her hips pushed forward. It still wasn't ideal...

Still, it was worth a shot. She spread her legs a little further apart, bracing herself on her hands behind her, taking a deep breath and relaxing. Her piss began gushing into the water in front of her, splashing near the pool's edge at first until it picked up enough force to land in the water properly. The resulting yellow cloud spread out as she kept pissing, the splashing of her stream being the only thing she could hear in the time-frozen surroundings. She held her pose even though it made her legs ache a little until she was satisfied with how yellowed the water was in the spot where the dog was about to land, then clenched to cut off her stream, a little more splashing on the pool edge. She needed a better plan: squatting like that on the hard poolside was very uncomfortable. She thought on that for a moment, and looked over to her left, getting a better idea as her eyes fell on a poolside ladder. Yes, a much better option was available to her...

Getting up and walking over to the ladder, she climbed down into the pool carefully with her hands clinging firmly to the rails on the sides. She leant forward to ensure that the pocket watch would rest on the topmost step, out of the pool, while still being able to climb down and submerge her hips in the pool water. While it was a little awkward to keep hold of the ladder, it was a much less uncomfortable position, and would easily let her stick her hips out into the water – just under its surface this time.

Grinning and bending her knees a bit, Code relaxed again, curling her tail up so that only the very base of it was in the water, the rest of it held above the surface as it dripped. Soon, she felt the relief of her bladder emptying – not that it could ever empty properly during the time-stop – and looked down to see a yellow cloud in the water expanding from between her legs, spreading out in all directions under the water. She couldn't replace the ENTIRE pool with piss in the time she had, but she didn't need to...

She remained where she was, holding onto the ladder, but looked back over her shoulder as she kept pissing heavily into the water below. The yellow underwater cloud continued to spread out from her, and though it didn't take long for the time-stop to freeze it as it moved away from her, but it still reached an impressive size, and the more she pissed the bigger the yellowed part of the pool got even under the time freeze. 

Her grin only widened as she looked over at the wolf locked in midair in front of the diving board and the other canids in the pool swimming nearby. They'd be in for quite a rude surprise once time resumed, and she didn't care that it would seem impossible to them; a whole corner of the deep end was visibly yellowed now. Code stopped only long enough to climb out and walk to the opposite side, descending on a ladder there to resume, so that the whole deep end would be far saltier than it ought to be. She savored the extended feeling of relief, watching the water change color as her piss spread out from between her legs.

Thanks to the watch ensuring she never ran out, she had the whole deep end marked with some time still remaining. She could have stayed there or moved to another part of the pool, but she only really cared about the area the canids were using, so she climbed back out again, lifting her hips out from the water. For a moment she remained halfway up the ladder, letting her piss gush into the water's surface for just a few seconds before she clenched again to bring that to a stop. After getting out, she admired her work, only regretting that she wouldn't get to see the looks on their faces.

Though, she was still wet, and sticking around for another shower wouldn't be ideal. She wandered into the men's changing room and reached for the first duffel bag she found, pulling a towel out from it. She rubbed it over her legs and hips to dry them, then pressed it against her pussy, rubbing herself with the towel a moment before wadding it back up and tossing it back into the duffel bag. Returning to the women's changing rooms, she got dressed, glancing at the pocket watch as she did: she didn't have a ton of time left, but enough that she didn't need to rush.

Once she was dressed, she returned to her original spot before unfreezing time, and began making a brisk exit from the scene, walking down the street back home. It took a little bit before she could hear the shouts over the awful music and the commotion the crowd outside the pool was making, but once she did, it still brought a smirk to her face as she walked away from the scene.

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After emerging from her bed just after 11 AM once again, Code yawned, stretched her arms, and wandered over to the closet while still naked to sift through the clothes hanging inside. She still was unemployed and didn't have any interviews today, but she'd had a remote interview the day before that had reminded her that she was in need of more formal wear. She'd worn holes in the elbows on a few shirts, and neither she nor her sister were any good with a sewing needle. They were old shirts anyway, so it was time to get more.

The store she was going to was one a coworker had recommended to her prior to her departure from her previous employer, and that while it wasn't the most upscale place around – she didn't have nearly enough money for anywhere like that – it was still sufficiently fancy that it would be best not to walk in wearing casual clothes. So, she picked out a blue and white striped button-up shirt and a pair of black slacks, got herself dressed, had a breakfast late enough to technically be lunch, slipped her wallet, keys, phone and pocket watch into her pockets, and headed off to catch the bus.

After a quick trip downtown, Code walked the last couple blocks from the bus stop to the clothing store. The place was moderately busy and clearly somewhat successful as well, given how much its location had to cost in rent alone. Part of a luxurious, if compact shopping center, it took up a good amount of space on the second floor of a large building, filled with rack after rack of women's clothing – everything from frilly lingerie to elaborate dresses. The whole place was carpeted a dark red, with fancy square columns that doubled as anchors for even more clothing racks, and a wide set of changing rooms at the back. Even better, going by the mannequins, they seemed to have clothes to account for various body types and features – tails, wings, and particularly in her case, reptiles or other women who didn't have breasts.

As she entered the store, an enthusiastic fox woman wearing a bright red sweater greeted her at the door, and Code gave her a polite wave and a nod before heading further in. Close to the front was a rectangular enclosed counter with registers on each side, and closest to Code was a gray rabbit pressing buttons on the register under the guidance of a large alligator woman, both with their own red sweaters, evidently part of the uniform. A trainee and the manager, most likely, both of whom looked up and also gave smiles and waves of greeting that Code returned.

At least the staff here seemed nice – but Code's optimism lasted only as long as it took for her to find the button-up shirts and look at one of the price tags. If $120 for one shirt was what her ex-coworker thought was "affordable", Code would have hated to see what she thought was an unreasonable price.

After recovering from her sticker shock, Code rifled through the rack of shirts, hoping she had just found the one outlier, but none of them had a price below three digits. And not for any discernible reason, as far as Code could tell; going by the tag they were still cotton shirts, just ones with a fancy designer name on them.

As she prepared to move on, she noticed someone approaching: the gray rabbit who had been at the register earlier. Her name tag identified her as a manager-in-training, she opened with her most cheerful, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Code didn't want to say out loud that it was too expensive, so she tried a different tack. "Do you have any other formal shirts?" she asked.

"Yes, right this way!" the staff member told her, and ushered her over to another rack of even more expensive blouses with elaborately decorated cuffs, hems, or collars, or sometimes all of those and more.

It was quite the opposite of what Code had wanted, but she replied with a "Thank you" in the hopes that the staff member would go away and leave her to it.

Instead, however, the rabbit reached into her pocket and tugged out a roll of measuring tape. "Shall I take your measurements?"

"That's not really necess-" Code began, but the rabbit was already leaning forward and pressing the tape across Code's chest. With a sigh, she held still, holding out her arms; at least getting measured would be free, and it might help her after she moved on to somewhere a little more reasonably priced.

"I -love- your figure," the rabbit complimented as she bent her body and started measuring along Code's side.

"Oh, er, thank you," Code replied. Her eyes followed the rabbit as she moved on to measure Code's arm, but the lizard didn't see her writing anything down. Maybe she just had a good memory.

"Soooo many people are all about a traditional feminine figure, but like, you've got this whole muscular thing going on, and..."

Code tried to keep her expression neutral as he paid minimal attention. The staff member was coming on rather strong for someone she had just met, doubly so for someone who was just a store employee. Code couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as the rabbit bent down and started measuring her legs, though; she hadn't asked for pants nor made any indication that she wanted to be measured for them.

"...and these -thighs-, girl," Code heard, a moment before she felt a hand on her thigh, squeezing it. "What do you do to get thighs like that?"

Pointedly, Code reached down and gripped the woman's wrist to tug her hand away from her leg. "I work out," Code answered curtly. "I just want some shirts."

Annoyingly, the rabbit woman reached out again, pressing the tape measure to the inside of Code's other leg. "We have a sale going!" she told Code, "If you get a shirt and a pair of pants together, you get 20% off!" No doubt it would still be a couple hundred dollars, and that was before taxes. But it wasn't the attempt at salesmanship that bothered Code nearly as much as the fact that the woman brought her hand all the way up Code's leg until the back of it and her wrist was pressing right into the lizard's crotch.

Stepping away, Code insisted, "I'm just looking for shirts today," though what she really wanted now was to get away from the rabbit.

"Well, all right," the rabbit finally conceded. "Just call if you need any help!"

Sighing with relief as she was finally able to get away, Code didn't even care that the woman hadn't told her what her measurements were. For a moment, she put her hand in her pocket and brushed it against the pocket watch, then took it back out; it seemed a little excessive for just one staff member, so she carried on.

Sadly, the merchandise only got more expensive the further into the back of the store she got. The dresses close to the changing rooms were so expensive that they didn't even list a price and instead just had tags that said to 'ask for details', and Code quickly moved on.

And then, she spotted her saving grace: a clearance section. Making her way over, past a few other patrons, Code found a number of mixed garments that were less absurdly priced, though still far more expensive than they ought to be just due to the designer names. One shirt she found was half off, which brought it down to a price still above what she'd usually pay for a single shirt, but good enough for her purposes. A little more searching located a pair of pants that didn't really look any different from the black slacks Code normally wore, at least not to her, but had a base price of over twice what she'd paid for her pants before the markdown brought it back to somewhere affordable. Combined with the discount she'd been told about, it was almost reasonable.

Just as she took them off the rack, she heard a deeper yet still feminine voice from beside her say, "We have some much nicer dress pants over this way, madam." Turning her head, Code saw that this staff member was a bird of some sort, with such bright green, orange and yellow plumage that the solid red sweater looked dull in comparison.

Just what she needed: someone trying to upsell her. "I'm fine with this, thank you," Code said as politely yet firmly as she could manage.

"Come now, a lovely thing like you deserves better," the bird replied, taking one big step to bring herself right next to Code. As the lizard leaned away from her, she stretched out one arm and put it around Code's body, pulling herself closer. "We have some-"

Code pushed the bird's arm away and put some space between them. Did anyone here understand the concept of personal space? "I'm fine, thank you," Code repeated bluntly, emphasizing each word. Pulling the pants and the hangar they were on off the rack together, she turned and headed for the changing rooms, both garments hanging over her left arm. Her sights had been lowered to getting just the two things and calling it a day there before things got any worse.

The changing rooms were at the back, but there wasn't anyone at the stand outside of it. Leaning over it, Code was about to take one of the tags for the doors herself when a door at the back of the store opened up and a raccoon in a staff uniform came out. Before the door swung closed Code was able to see what looked like a very nice lounge area behind it; somewhere for the staff to relax while on breaks, no doubt. Working at such a fancy store apparently came with its perks... in addition to getting their hands on the patrons, apparently.

Initially, Code felt apprehensive when the raccoon started looking her over, until she asked "Two?" simply and held up a tag with a 2 on it.

"Yes," Code answered, relaxing. Finally, someone who could behave themselves. She took the tag graciously and headed for the nearest empty changing room, going around the divider separating them from the rest of the store before finding the first empty one and stepping inside. Tugging the slatted door closed behind her, she made sure the latch was in place to keep it locked. There were cameras everywhere in the main store – but not above the changing rooms, she was quick to confirm with a scrutinizing look upwards – yet she couldn't be too cautious with the way some of the staff were behaving.

As she took off her shirt and hung it up, she could have sworn she heard a sound outside her changing room. Stopping and listening, all he heard was the shuffling of someone else changing nearby, and put it out of her mind. The shirt was a good fit, at least, and she left it on as she unbuckled her pants and pushed them down to her ankles.

There. Again, she heard it. A low hum. Her eyes flicked upwards, but she couldn't see anyone trying to look over the dividers. Suspicious, she bent her knees as if to pull her pant legs off her feet, looking behind her.

Through the slatted door, she could see the distinctive red color of one of the sweaters as a staff member tried to peek on her. Whirling around, Code flipped open the latch and opened the door, shooting a death glare at the retreating worker. She had been too quick for Code to see her face, but the striped black and gray tail told her well enough that it was the raccoon.

Gritting her teeth, Code had had enough. Pushing the door shut again, she pulled her pants back up and put her original shirt back on, hastily stuffing it into her pants to make herself presentable, then marched out of the changing room, clothes in hand. Slamming them and the numbered tag down onto the stand where the raccoon was trying to play innocent, Code left them behind and marched over to the registers at the front where she could see the alligator manager roaming around.

As much as she didn't want to make a scene, the time for politeness had passed. "Excuse me!" Code insisted, rapping her knuckles on the counter to get the manager's attention. "What is WRONG with your staff? Don't they know how to keep their hands to themselves?"

The manager turned and folded her arms. "My staff may touch you as part of their job, but I assure you, it's all professional," she replied firmly.

"And does peeking into the changing rooms sound professional to you?" Code snapped.

"It's merely loss prevention," the manager insisted. "If you insist on causing a scene, I'll have to call for security to remove you..."

Code clenched her hand into a fist. The knowing smirk at the corner of the manager's scaly mouth told it all: she was just as bad as the rest of them. Code gave up and turned towards the entrance, only to be stopped by the fox from before who was standing there. "Can I see your receipt?" she asked.

"I don't have a receipt, I'm not buying anything at a place that treats its customers like this," Code snarled.

The fox moved closer. "I need to make sure you aren't carrying anything-" she began reaching out to pat Code down, but considering that one hand was going straight for her ass, Code wasn't having any of it.

She stepped past and in between the anti-theft scanners at the entrance, turning in a full circle between them. "I'm not stealing anything!" she declared angrily, waving her hands between the scanners for emphasis. "I'm leaving!"

But only temporarily, of course. Code had changed her mind about the pocket watch.

She needed to get out of sight first, of course, so she headed towards the elevators and jabbed the button to go down, her left hand already in her pocket to hold onto the watch. The doors opened after several seconds to reveal an empty interior, and she slipped inside, but the moment she had done so she clicked the button with a press of her thumb.

As always, time immediately froze, silencing the generic music the shopping center was playing, as well as the background noise of conversation. Slipping the chain of the watch around her neck, Code stripped off her shoes, pants and panties, leaving them in a heap on the floor of the elevator to come back to later. Marching with determination, she went back towards the store, where a few of the staff had gathered around the registers at the front, likely gossiping about her. She didn't care; she'd be paying them back soon enough.

In no mood to mess around, Code walked straight to the back of the store where all of the incredibly expensive dresses were. There were cameras looking at the area, but she had a plan: grabbing onto the mannequin with the most expensive-looking white dress she could find, she turned it around and stood as close to it as she could without quite grinding her hips to it. It wasn't quite a bridal dress, but it was almost there in terms of how fancy it was, with wires holding its shape and pleats in the fabric.

Unleashing her bladder, Code sprayed the back of the dress with a torrent of urine, soaking the fancy pleated fabric in moments, turning it from white to yellow. Wiggling her hips from side to side, she gave it a good showering, soaking it through all the way down to the hem, and then cut off her stream. Returning the mannequin to its original position, she smirked at first; by the time anyone noticed what she had done, the fabric would be stained and would require a lot more work to clean.

But no, that wasn't enough. Behind her were shelves holding neatly folded stacks of dresses, and Code bent way over at the hips, spreading her legs as she started pissing again, her stream spraying out behind her. She peered between her legs upside-down to watch her golden fluid splash all over the dresses, most of which were a very dark fabric that would be harder to notice – but she shuffled back and forth and swayed her hips until every last stack of them had gotten a good soaking, excess urine dripping off and onto the floor.

No, she still wasn't satisfied. Marching onwards and past the raccoon frozen in time at the stand outside the changing rooms, Code made her way to the one at the very back. She would spare the one she had changed in earlier to help keep suspicion off of her, but that still left several other viable targets.

In no mood for subtlety, Code entered the empty changing room and spread her legs into a wide squat, her hands holding onto her own knees for support. Lowering her hips to the ground, she unleashed her bladder right in the middle of the floor: a hard and heavy stream of golden piss sprayed right down into the carpet, soaking it in moments, spreading out through the fibers. Foam began forming as she kept gushing more urine into the wet spot, forming a puddle on top of the drenched carpet, turning the blue fibers to a much darker shade.

It would be a good mess and give them plenty of cleaning to do, but still probably only one of them, and the manager wouldn't even have to deal with it... no, she wanted even more.

Code let her piss spray just a little bit longer as she reveled in the sound it made as she splashed the wet carpet, then she clenched her muscles to stop her relief, standing up again. She went straight for the staff room, opening the door and stepping inside, finding it currently empty. Perfect.

Despite being a windowless room it was quite cozy, with a number of individual armchairs arranged in lines, each of which were summarily doused in Code's piss as she moved between them, lifting up one foot and leaning over them so she could spray the seat cushions one after another. On a counter at the back was a half-full coffee pot that she was all too happy to refill, holding the pot between her legs as she pissed into it until it was almost overflowing. Next to the counter was a trashcan with a flap on the lid, and Code tugged the entire lid off so she could sit on the bin itself, spraying everything in it with piss and producing a range of sounds as her stream struck various containers and bits of packaging, after which she put the lid back on to conceal the mess for someone to find later.

After that, she checked the pocket watch, but she still had plenty of time. Her last trick would be something the manager couldn't ignore.

Another door in the lounge area led to a large walk-in closet, and fortunately for Code each cubby was labeled with the name of the employee. The manager's she recognized from the nametag the alligator had been wearing, and at the bottom of the cubby was an expensive-looking handbag that Code tugged out and set down on the floor, pulling open with both hands, then grabbing its strap to hold out of the way for later.

Squatting over it, Code held out one hand to brace herself on the wall as she relaxed her abdominal muscles. A thick and hard stream of piss sprayed down and straight into the handbag, splashing all over the contents, making her groan as she felt the fluid gushing from her. She kept her knees bent to continue drenching the handbag's interior, legs trembling as she held the low squat. Glancing at the sides of the handbag, she couldn't see any of her piss leaking out, and grinned; it being waterproof made this even better. Moving her hips back and forth, she continued to spray a hard stream of urine into the bag to the point where its sides were beginning to bulge out, yet she remained where she was, flooding the bag with even more urine. Only when she heard her stream audibly splashing from how high the fluid level had gotten did she finally clench and stop her flow.

When she pulled on the handbag strap, it felt noticeably heavier, and she grinned as she tossed it back into the cubby, then pushed her hips close to give it a quick golden shower for good measure. She was finally satisfied with her revenge, so she retraced her steps back out from the employee lounge and the main store to the elevator, her tail swishing along the way as she returned to where she'd left her clothes.

That was more than she'd done before – she'd just sprayed several people's worth of piss in that store, and there was no way it could be passed off as some single random troublemaker, much like with the public pool. But as she straightened her clothes after pulling her pants back up, she realized she didn't care; there was no possible way she could be blamed for it, so with a devious smirk, she clicked the watch to resume time and pressed the button for the ground floor, leaning on the side of the elevator as it descended, taking her away from the scene of the crime.

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On Saturday, Code woke up at a more reasonable 9:00, then rolled over and slept in for another hour before finally rising. Even though it wasn't so much from wanting to get up as it was from the grumbling of her stomach, she nonetheless got up and wandered off to the kitchen without bothering to dress.

However, the kitchen offered slim pickings: she was going to get groceries on Sunday, so the fridge was looking empty and the cupboards weren't much better. She'd finished the last eggs yesterday with dinner, and though she had some cereal she didn't have any milk. She contemplated her other options as her stomach growled, and she glanced at the clock on the microwave, seeing it was just after 10. She could easily just go to a restaurant, but a breakfast place or a lunch place...?

In a moment of inspiration, she decided: why not brunch? She reached down for her phone, but it wasn't there, since she was still naked, so she wandered back to her bedroom to grab her phone and start searching for brunch places she could get to in a reasonable span of time. Ordering food was an option, but a growl from her stomach reminded her that she could use some food sooner rather than later...

Scrolling through her options, she saw a breakfast buffet restaurant fairly close to a bus stop, and made her decision. Dressing nicely in a button-up shirt and slacks like she would have normally worn to work, she gathered up her things and headed out in search of pancakes, eggs and whatever else she might be able to get her hands on.

The building stood out from the others around it, of a noticeably older design – from the 1800s, according to a weather-worn plaque on the wall by the entrance. When Code went in she could see it was well-decorated, with fancy tablecloths on dark wood tables, chandeliers lit with electric lights, strips of thick red carpet on the polished wooden floors, statues, and multiple water fountains. Potted plants, floor lights, and a big wide planter set into the wall helped to round out the décor.

Before she could enter the dining area proper, though, she had to go past the counter, where a harried-looking but well-dressed fennec manager was changing the cash register's tray. "I'll get to you in a minute!" she barked at Code the moment the lizard opened her mouth, before she could actually say anything. Frowning, Code stood and waited as the manager yanked out the old tray, shoved in a new one, and then bustled off through the kitchen door into the back area without another word.

Raising an eyebrow, Code waited for her return. And waited. A line started to accumulate behind her, and she folded her arms, tapping one foot impatiently after a good fifteen minutes. Finally the manager came back out, took one look at the line, and disappeared back into the kitchen area. Just as Code had taken out her phone to start looking for somewhere else to eat, the manager returned, and Code heard her before she saw her, shouting angrily as she all but shoved a young crow woman out into the front area.

Any sympathy Code felt for the abused staff member evaporated the moment the crow sulked her way over to the register grumpily sat in the chair behind it, reeking of tobacco smoke. When Code couldn't stop herself from snarling at the stench, the crow glared at her in response and simply demanded, "One?"

"Y-" was as far as Code got.

"Forty dollars."

If not for how hungry she was, and how good the food had smelled before it got drowned out by the stink of tobacco, Code would have walked out, but instead she simply fished out a pair of $20 bills and handed them over. The crow snatched them and jabbed her finger into a button on the register to stuff them into it, then snapped, "Go on, there's people behind you!"

Glowering, Code decided to make do without directions. A surreptitious glance behind her caught sight of a couple of the groups behind her turning and leaving, though a few still remained, perhaps too hungry to care. Waving her hand in front of her face, she calmed a little as she got away from the crow and could smell the food again.

On the way, the swinging door to the kitchen opened and a cook holding a steaming stainless steel serving pan with a ladle sticking out of one end bustled past her with a brusque "Out of the way, coming through!" Barely getting out of the way before he bowled her over, Code watched him head for the big serving area in the middle, sliding the pan into place under the warming lights and grabbing an empty one from another spot. Not wanting to be charged down again, Code quickly hurried to the tray stack at one end of the serving station to grab one of the plastic trays and a plate.

Although the bread at the front looked good, she knew it was there to fill her up, and she skipped past it to load her plate with pancakes, bacon, sausages, and fruit, but just as she was at the end of the serving area and starting to pour syrup onto her pancakes, she felt someone step hard on her tail. Crying out in pain and tugging her tail away in reflex, she accidentally caused the person who had done it to stagger, and they stumbled into her back, making a racket as they dropped their tray.

Code felt a cold liquid pour down her back, ice cubes bouncing off of her back and down her tail, making her shiver heavily as they touched her bare scales, and she spilled some of the syrup onto her hand, barely avoiding knocking the whole tray on the floor. Expecting some clumsy guest as she turned around, Code instead saw that the person who had stepped on her tail was one of the staff, and that there were several drinks and glasses now on the floor. "What was that for?!" the cervine staff member demanded angrily, glaring at Code.

Code shot back an equally angry glare. "You stomped on my tail!" she protested, in no mood to be polite to someone who was shouting at her. "You should watch where you're going!"

"It's just your tail! You're a lizard, you can just grow a new one!" the waitress snapped back. "Ugh, now I have to go remake all these drinks! Thanks a lot!"

Not in the mood to explain that losing her tail was not an experience she had ever undergone, nor did she wish to, nor was it even remotely pleasant, Code put down the syrup pitcher and grabbed some napkins to try and clean the syrup off her left hand before it dried and made an even worse mess. Some had gotten onto the cuff of her shirt, too, and she'd have to wash it as soon as she got home, now. She didn't know what had been spilled on her, and she made a quick attempt to clean whatever it was off of her back; she'd need to wash her pants and shower, too, and no doubt would look like a mess on the way back home.

Finally getting to one of the tables, Code took a seat, taking care to curl her tail under her own chair so that nobody would step on it again. The food was good, though not '$40 for one person' good, yet she couldn't enjoy it as much as she would have liked between having sticky wrists and a wet lower back and rump, or the death glares the cervine waitress gave her every time she went past. She didn't even bother offering to take a drink order for Code, which suited her just fine; drinks besides water cost extra, anyway.

She wasn't even halfway through her meal when the fennec manager stopped in front of her table, and Code glanced upwards. "Y-?" she began, only to be cut off.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave," the manager said firmly, folding her arms.

Code's eyes narrowed heavily, and she had a strong urge to flip the dining table she was sitting at, instead settling for resting her hands on the table, still holding her cutlery. "Why?"

"You've been getting in the way of my staff and causing a disturbance-"

What little remained of Code's patience vanished. "Oh, so YOUR staff step on MY tail, spilling things all over me without a word of apology, and it's somehow MY fault?" she snapped. "After making me wait for ages to get in because YOU couldn't get YOUR staff to do THEIR jobs?" Angrily, she growled, "Don't worry, I'm never coming back here once I've gone."

She stabbed her fork into the sausage on her plate, but the manager reached out and grabbed the plate, whisking it and Code's remaining food away. Incensed, Code locked eyes with her in a glare. "I've barely eaten anything. I want a refund."

"Get out, or I'm calling the police," the manager threatened.

Without breaking eye contact, Code ate the sausage still on her fork, then slammed the utensil down onto the table. Wordlessly, she walked with her left hand in her pocket to the front door and out of it with the manager right behind her, turned the corner, and the moment she was out of sight of the front door, she pushed the button on the stopwatch.

Time froze, and Code looked around. She was out in the open and while there were cars around, there were no pedestrians close to her, so as long as she was in roughly the same spot when she unpaused time, nobody would notice. Still seething with anger, Code turned on her heel and marched right back into the restaurant, the front doors still swinging closed after her exit, the manager still frozen in a glare and some muttered words as she turned away.

Hanging the watch on its chain around her neck, Code stopped by the front counter where the crow was, removing her pants and panties for the mess she was about to unleash, putting her shoes back on afterwards, leaving her clothes draped over the register.

She would do a tour of the whole place if that was what it took. She began with one of the potted plants by the doorway, but even as she stood before it and showered it with golden lizard urine, she felt no gratification; no, this would require more. A lot more.

She moved on to the big planter inset into the wall and pushed her way in among the big plants there, squatting down with her legs spread to unleash a torrent of urine into the center of the planter. Her shoes were making footprints in the soil, but she'd take care of that in due time; instead she continued to blast the dirt with her hard and heavy stream, which thanks to the time-stop effect barely soaked into the soil at all, instead mostly spreading out across the top of the dirt. Moving about, she changed positions to spray her piss against the footprints she had left, ruining them with the power of her hard jet of urine while spreading her puddle of urine further and faster, until the entire planter had a layer of lizard piss across the dirt.

Deliberately scuffing her feet on the carpet to track dirt onto it, she paused and squatted at a random section of the thick red carpet to spray it with urine as well, wiggling her hips until she had pissed enough to make another puddle there. No-one was looking at it, but it would give the staff a fun surprise to clean up.

But there was more she could drench. Though she didn't spend long at the potted plants, she made sure each one she passed by got at least a quick shower of pee, and she never bothered to aim particularly well, spraying the sides of their planters and the carpet around them haphazardly. The big statues against one wall didn't escape unscathed either, as she stood right up against them and sprayed piss against them until a puddle began to form at their base. Taking a seat at an unoccupied table, she spread her legs and pissed under it, spraying golden fluid all over the central table leg, making a puddle under it, and she rubbed the corner of the tablecloth against her pussy when she felt she had soaked the table enough.

Her eyes scanned the restaurant and she saw the cevine waitress walking back to the kitchen, frozen in mid-stride. Grinning, Code squatted right in front of her and muttered "Watch your step, bitch," under her breath as she sprayed the floor her foot was about to step on, sure to give her a surprise when time resumed. Looking to the front of the restaurant, she noticed the crow was in the middle of sitting down, so Code got up, walked over, and hosed down the seat of the crow's chair with piss before sliding it back into position.

Looking around, her eyes fell on the fountains. She could piss in them too, but it wouldn't accomplish all that much. They were just decorative. But maybe...

A grin crossed her face, and she glanced at the pocket watch's face. Yes, she still had plenty of time.

She went exploring, heading into the kitchen where the cooks were making up more big batches of food, and looked for a back area. It was an old building, after all. Surely they had some kind of standing tank or other intake point for the water that she could mess with...

She had to delve further into the restaurant and past a storage room to finally find the utility room, an old and far less-maintained room with the circuit breakers, heaters, and interestingly, a huge copper trough. Raising an eyebrow, Code approached it; she had expected a vertical tank of some sort, but instead, this one was a long and wide water trough with a removable cover, and pipes running into and out of it. The cover came off with a bit of effort, though it only exposed about three-quarters of the trough itself, and the water within, the remainder of the trough's top providing a smooth flat surface. The water's surface was uneven, clearly having been in movement at the time it was brought to a stop.

Though it was a curious, and very antiquated bit of plumbing, Code immediately grinned deviously, rubbing her hands together. Yes, this would be perfect. It had to be the intake for the fountains, perhaps among other things. Well, she could make them a little more interesting.

Swinging one leg over the trough, Code sat down on the flat top part, straddling it and curling her tail up high as she stuck her butt out over the water. It would be easier than squatting, even if it did mean her lower belly was pressed up against cold metal, though the time-stop effect also meant that she barely felt different temperatures at all.

Taking a breath, she pushed as hard as she could with her abdominal muscles, feeling her bladder tense in response. She groaned as a hard jet of piss blasted out from her urethra and into the water, sending stray droplets scattering across its surface too, heavily dousing the water in the trough. Panting as she relaxed a little and her stream weakened a bit, she was a little surprised at just how readily she had been able to spray like a faucet, and tried again, taking another breath and pushing.

Again, a thick and heavy stream of piss blasted from her slit, spraying deep into the water trough and raining more droplets all around the impact point. Grinning widely, Code continued to take breaths and piss harder in a rhythm: breathing in, clenching and spraying a torrential blast of urine from her urethra and into the water tank, then relaxing and breathing out. The sound of her stream rose and fell to match, transitioning from the gentle trickle while she was breathing to the raucous splashing when she actively pushed with her muscles, and every time she tensed up she was able to push out yet more lizard piss from the seemingly endless source the pocket watch provided her with.

Over and over she pushed great blasts of piss into the water, each one still reasonable by itself, but had she done so without the time stop she would have emptied her bladder far faster than normal. Glancing over her shoulder, she could see the water level had gotten visibly higher, and was starting to spill over the edges of the tank. Not that that stopped her; the sight only made her grin more widely as she picked up the pace, constantly spraying heavy jets of golden piss with only a brief delay between them.

"Hope you, nngh..." Code groaned, another powerful blast spraying into the water and sending up bubbles, "...like the, aah..." she continued, wiggling her hips as she sprayed again, "...golden fountain, mmh..." On the next clench, a wider spray, "...upgrade!" She panted, giving one more for good measure, inhaling and spraying another blast of piss down into the trough.

She glanced back again. A lot of water had overflowed, though it hadn't spread far from the tank due to the time freeze. Finally satisfied with the chaos that would ensue when she unfroze time, Code stood up and placed the lid of the tank back into place, and made her way back to the entrance to recover her clothes and get dressed.

"I'm going to have to ask YOU to leave," she sniped at the unmoving manager, "For health and safety reasons."

Walking back outside smugly, Code returned the watch to her pocket and stood approximately where she had been before, then clicked the watch button as she started walking again, heading down the street. There was a single yell and a crash, likely from the waitress slipping on the floor, but Code got quite a good distance away before anarchy truly began to reign and she heard people screaming in disgust and hurrying out of the restaurant en-masse.

Looking back and feigning concern just in case anyone saw her, Code inwardly grinned as she turned a corner and made her way back to the bus stop.

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Code grumbled as she made her way downstairs to get the mail, sifting through the collection of envelopes and flyers that had accumulated since she had last checked. Some vacation this had turned out to be. It felt like the universe was conspiring against her, or at least, telling her to stay inside and play video games.

She made her way back to her apartment as she sifted through the mail. Junk. Junk. Something from the bank that was probably also junk. Letters relating to the end of her previous employment. More junk...

A brightly-colored laminated card got her attention as it reached the front of the pile of mail in her hands. It was an ad, but rather than being for a credit card or mortgage or something else she didn't need, it depicted an otter going down a water slide with his hands held up as the sun shone down, with inset pictures of slides, ponds, boats, and more. The text was advertising an outdoor water park, perhaps hoping to coax in some more guests during the end of the summer before it got too cold for them to operate.

Code thought it over as she returned to her apartment. It would be a great chance to relax and unwind and take her mind off of all the nonsense that had been happening to her recently, especially since her last attempt to go swimming had ended so poorly. And on top of all that, the text on the back of the card promising a discount if she brought the card with her helped seal the deal. It was a little late to head off, but that was fine; she could just go tomorrow instead.

So, the next morning, she gathered her things and departed, taking an express bus out from the city proper, to a terminal where the water park had a shuttle running to and from the park itself. The shuttle was cramped and full of other people, mostly families with screaming children as far as she could tell, and its air conditioning didn't work, but at least the windows were open a little bit to let a bit of a breeze through. It didn't seem to actually be owned by the water park, and instead just run by some other company, so she let it slide. After a short drive along the highway and some rural roads, she saw the water park approaching.

Arranged around a hill at the center of the park, the brightly-colored rides were easily visible at a distance. The hill featured gentle open-air slides resting right on its surface, some going straight and some twisting about to reach a pool at the bottom. A much gnarlier enclosed water slide towered over the rest of the park, with alternating blue and yellow segments twisting among its scaffolding, sure to provide a wild ride to whoever went down it. A small log flume ride with a big drop down the back of the hill helped round out the rides, but the park had plenty more to offer.

There were swimming pools everywhere with plastic furniture and big colorful umbrellas to offer shade, and a big natural lake was on the grounds too, with rowboats and pedal boats available for hire. It even had a few dry attractions as well: a mini golf course, the usual assortment of shops and food stalls, and a Ferris wheel that offered a commanding view of the whole park. Fountains, small pools, and jumping fountains running along the side of some paths helped round the whole place out.

The moment the bus pulled up in the lot, the equine driver flicked the sign to 'out of service' and got out with everyone else, tugging a box of cigarettes out from his jacket, but Code didn't care: it was time to finally relax and unwind!

...after she got into the park. The line wasn't that long, all things considered, but Code could easily see that most of the ticket gates were closed, with only a few of them letting people through. A long time passed as she waited in line, slowly inching her way forward. She considered using the pocket watch just to get into the park, but she didn't know if they had some sort of proof of admission they'd check at the rides, so she waited it out, ignoring the shouts of the children in line behind her.

Just as she got to the front, someone tapped the base of her tail. Code turned around, and then had to look down to see the short rabbit who was trying to get her attention. The rabbit, and a good... seven? Eight? Code couldn't keep track of how many children the woman had brought with her as they kept moving around, and their mother kept turning to yell at them to behave, accomplishing nothing. Had she been the source of all the children that had been wreaking havoc on the shuttle?

"Sorry about that," the rabbit said, cradling and bouncing yet another baby in one arm, holding a phone in her free hand. Code was unamused, and saw where this was going even before the request was made: "Could you maybe find it in your heart to let us go on ahead of you? I just want the kids to have a good time-"

Hearing one of the kids cry out, the rabbit turned and yelled at them again as Code folded her arms and looked with disapproval at the mass of squabbling, ill-behaved children, and shook her head as soon as the mother was looking at her again. "Sorry, but no," Code said politely. Turning ahead to see that a space ahead of her had opened, she stepped forward.

"Don't be so heartless!" the mother pleaded, only to undermine her sympathetic act by shouting at her kids again, threatening to take them home if they didn't behave. Rolling her eyes, Code ignored the woman's protests when they resumed. "They're all so young, I just want them to have a good time-"

"Lady," Code began, turning and looking back over her shoulder with a death glare as she spoke in a lowered voice, "I am having one of the worst vacations in the history of vacations. Everything I have been trying to do has turned into an absolute piss-parade." Deliberately omitting the rather crucial detail that she meant that literally, she went on, "I just want to get into the park and relax. This line is bad enough already. I'm waiting my turn; you can wait for yours. I'm by myself and I'll be through in no time, so just be patient."

"But my children-!"

"-can also wait their turn," Code insisted.

"Don't be so cruel, I can never say no to them!"

"Your bad parenting isn't my problem," Code grumbled, turning away again. The last thing she needed was to deal with some entitled parent.

"Well!" the rabbit huffed, and Code listened cautiously, but heard no more from her. Instead there was only the angry tapping of fingers on the woman's phone screen, and a click from the phone's soft keyboard on each letter, since she had felt it necessary to have the volume. Content to assume that was the end of that, Code tried to ignore the racket the children were making and took another step forward. She was almost there. Why was it taking so long? Was it all trainees running the ticket desks or something?

But finally, she reached the front of the line, her eyes scanning back and forth over the ticket booths to look for the first one that opened up. She felt another tap at the base of her tail, and ignored it, but she felt it again a moment later and heard a slightly deeper voice insist "Hey, mister."

Narrowing her eyes, Code turned and saw another rabbit alongside the mother, who looked far more smug than before. The father of the amalgamation of rabbit children brawling behind him, most likely. "What," Code growled fiercely, enough to make the rabbit back away just a single step, though he kept his gaze on her.

"Mister-"

"Miss," Code corrected him firmly. She really wasn't in the mood for this.

"What?" he asked rhetorically, looking her up and down a moment before realization dawned on him. "Oh, bloody reptiles. Look, my wife says that you-" Code shot him a death glare, but he kept going. "-were rude to her, and I want you to apologize. We've got nine kids out here-"

Code advanced a step towards him, baring her teeth. "Maybe you wouldn't have nine kids if your wife could learn to keep her legs shut!" Code snarled, her patience exhausted. "And maybe they wouldn't be such little assholes if she parented them instead of keeping all her attention on her phone! I'm not under ANY obligation to give up my spot in the queue, so just leave me alone!"

To her surprise, he backed down immediately, holding up his hands. "You're right," he conceded, "I'll go tell her that." Code exhaled deeply as the man hurried past her, and she turned back around.

Only to realize she had been duped.

While she had been yelling at the father, the mother and the rest of the kids had slipped past her and taken the next available ticketing desk. Clenching her hands into fists and gritting her teeth, Code seethed with barely-restrained rage. Too bad they had come in on the shuttle with her; if they'd had a car in the parking lot, she would have given it one hell of a makeover.

She had to wait another few minutes until one of the other ticket booths opened up, and she approached, taking a deep breath to try and calm herself. Taking out her rage on the desk staff would do her no good. It wasn't like they were the ones who decided how many people to have on the schedule, after all.

"One, please," Code said in the most polite tone she could manage as she got to the ticketing desk, holding up the promotional card she had received in the mail.

A bored-looking badger woman behind the desk consulted a printed sheet on the wall next to her. "Adult?"

Code resisted the urge to point out that obviously, if she was entering alone, she was an adult, and simply replied, "Yes."

"$49.99." Code took out her debit card and slid it under the gap in the window. How had this taken everyone else so long?

She found out a moment later as the badger swiped the card. "Before I can let you in, I have to read you the following," she intoned with all of the energy of an aging tortoise, picking up another sheet of paper from nearby, reading it aloud at a slow pace. "By entering the park, you agree to the following terms and conditions..."

Code held out a hand. "Let me read it, it'll be faster," she insisted.

The badger ignored her and continued onwards, reading off a bunch of legalese about indemnity and arbitration and waivers and other things Code really didn't care about at the best of times, let alone when just trying to get into a water park. Just as she began to zone out she managed to catch the "Sign here, please" as the badger slid the form to her. Grabbing a pen and trying to write with it, Code realized it was out of ink, grabbed another, ran into the same problem, and finally on the third try got one that produced some lines after she scribbled circles in the corner of the paper for a couple of seconds. Signing her name, she looked up at the badger expectantly – NOW she could go in, right?

"Do you want to upgrade to a weekend pass?"

"No."

"Do you want to buy a voucher for 10% off orders of $40 or more at any qualifying restaurant?"

"No," Code answered, repeating herself over and over on many more upsell attempts that the badger clearly didn't want to give either. She obviously didn't need any of the family-sized deals when entering by herself, but they went through the motions anyway.

Finally, the badger slid Code a receipt and returned her debit card, as well as a laminated map of the park. "Have a nice stay," she told Code in the most unenthusiastic voice Code had heard in a while, but the lizard was already leaving with her prize. It was time to relax.

She headed straight for the changing rooms to stash her things and change into her swimming trunks, getting a locker key she could wrap around her wrist much like she had done at the public pool. Determined to finally unwind a little, she put the incident at the ticketing gates behind her and left the changing rooms; even if she saw that family again, the park was big enough that she could easily avoid them.

Slightly calmed by the time she left the changing rooms, Code headed for the nearest swimming pool; why go to a water park and not swim? However, the first pool was very shallow and intended for kids, of which there were many, so she moved on to the next. It was deep enough to swim in but was thick with people on inner tubes and other floating pool toys, making it difficult for her to swim without knocking into people.

Abandoning that for the moment, she decided to roam the park and try other attractions; she could just look for a pool with enough room to swim in later and take advantage of it whenever that happened. At least it was a warm and sunny day out, so she wouldn't get too cold drying off in the open air. The lake also looked promising, since although swimming in it wasn't allowed on account of it being a natural body of water, the greater size of it meant there was more space available, so the guests were more spaced out and it was far less noisy.

There wasn't a line for the pedal boats either – probably since most guests didn't want to exert themselves on what was likely intended to be a relaxing vacation. But Code didn't mind and climbed into the boat one of the staff directed her towards, pedaling her way out onto the water. The pedals were a bit stiff, but otherwise functional, and she made it a decent distance away from the other guests and leaned back to relax. It was a little bit of a workout, but at least it would make up for skipping the gym.

It helped, though not as much as she would have liked. Bobbing up and down on the water was relaxing, with the gentle lapping of water against the side of the boat, and the noise of the main part of the park muted by distance. However, the boat was hardly all that comfortable to relax in. Maybe if she'd thought to bring a towel along to cushion the back of it, it could be, but as it was, she'd had more comfortable seats on public transit.

She tried to ignore it for as long as she could, but eventually decided to head back. Leaning forward, she put her feet on the pedals and pushed, grunting a little from the effort as the pedals stuck. She tried moving them the other way, and made a little traction, then pushed again to try and go forward. Maybe they needed oil? She pushed again, harder, and felt something give, the pedals suddenly turning effortlessly – but without moving the boat's paddles at all.

"Fuck," she muttered under her breath. Just what she needed. Well, that was annoying, but it wouldn't be that long of a swim. She'd have to go shower afterwards, but-

As she started to climb out, she heard someone shouting at her. "Hey, lizard!" a voice yelled from the shore, and she looked over, seeing one of the park's staff waving at her, some sort of waterfowl with a headband. "Get back in your boat!"

"It's broken!" she shouted back.

"What?"

"IT'S BROKEN!" she yelled again, raising both hands to her mouth.

"What?"

Sighing, she pointed down at the boat, then made an X with her arms, but apparently to no use. She had no oars, so instead she had to resort to paddling back to shore by leaning over the side of the boat and sticking her arms into the water. It was slow, tiring, and incredibly uncomfortable.

Fortunately she only had to go about halfway before the staff member came out to her on a little motorized boat. Her relief faded, however, when he shouted at her, "Get your hands in the boat!"

"It's broken!" she told him yet again.

"Oh! Well, why didn't you say so?"

In lieu of being able to reach out and throttle him, Code settled for shooting him a death glare. Grabbing onto the edge of her boat, he pulled her back towards the shore to let her out at the dock. After she climbed out, he got into the boat in her place and tried the pedals, which spun uselessly. "Yep, she's broken all right," he confirmed. "I'll take care of it."

"Thanks," she murmured as he wandered off – but his idea of 'taking care of it' turned out to be handwriting a sign that said 'Broken' and taping it onto the side of the boat. He then wandered off again, back to his post without so much as a word to her, and she glared. But it wasn't worth going after him and starting an argument over, so, frustrated, she moved on.

The lines for the water slides didn't seem to be getting any smaller, so Code decided to just bite the bullet and queue up for the big one. At least it moved regularly, unlike the queues for the park entry, since each guest was sent down the slides at a regular interval. Plus, as the stairs went higher and higher, she got a better and better view of the park. She could see everything once she got far enough along the stairs, including all the attractions, the shuttles coming in and out of the car park, and more importantly, a swimming pool that actually had quite a fair bit of empty space in it, the perfect chance to finally go swimming.

Near the top, there was a brief commotion up ahead of her as someone made their way back down the line for whatever reason, forcing everyone along the way to lean to one side against the railing to let them past. Curious, Code turned around to watch them go, only for her eyes to meet those of the guest behind her: a black and white salamander a couple of steps behind her. He looked up at her and he waved, and she nodded to him, thinking nothing of it, until she had a very delayed reaction and looked back over her shoulder at him again. Yes, that wasn't a bulge in his speedo, it was a full-on tent, and she saw him clearly staring at her ass before he tried to pretend that he wasn't.

Turning away, she sighed inwardly and took a step forward. The last thing she needed to deal with right now was a lecher, but at least in somewhere so public she wouldn't have to worry about him doing anything too forward. Or at least, that was what she thought until she felt his hand on her ass. Turning her head abruptly and glaring at him, she saw him pretending to throw something over the side of the railing. "You had something stuck to you," he told her, feigning sincerity.

"Don't touch me," she insisted, giving him a firm glare before turning around. A few moments later, she turned her head again to make sure, and caught the very end of him returning his hand to his side. She really didn't need this. She just wanted to have a normal, relaxing day for a change.

"So," she heard him say after another wait, and she gritted her teeth, not responding. "Is this your first time here?"

"Yes," she said as a minimal answer.

"I've been here a bunch of times. I could show you around-"

"No, thank you," she murmured.

"Oh come on, don't be such a bitch," he snapped, abandoning any pretense of sociability. "This is the problem with females, you always act like you're so much better..."

Sighing deeply, Code ignored him, rubbing one hand against her temple in annoyance while making the increasingly strenuous effort to tune out his ranting until he wore himself out and gave up. Even when she got to the front of the line, she kept her hands clenched into fists as she resisted the urge to hurl him over the edge of the railing, even as she heard a muttered "Bitch" from behind her. It was too bad that she didn't have the pocket watch, or-

"Next!"

Code hurried forward to the entrance of the water slide, leaving the salamander behind as he got into position and then lunged forwards into the wet plastic tunnel. She zipped along on her front as the water and gravity carried her downwards, sliding around within through the curved tubes, but her encounter beforehand made it harder for her to enjoy it as much as she wanted to. At last she went zipping out into the splash pool at the end, sending up a spray, and she swam to the end of the short pool by propelling herself with her tail.

It had been fun, but it would be best to get out of there before the salamander caught up to her. Off to her left was the mini-golf course, so after she climbed out she went over, only to notice the prices listed on the sign hung next to the shack with the clubs and balls – apparently, it wasn't included in the admission fee, at least not without getting some special package deal.

With that idea scuttled, she hurried on to the open pool she had seen earlier, and mercifully, it was still in the same state, with a few guests using it but not in any particular density. The biggest cluster of people was a group of guys at a side table with a pitcher of beer, but they mostly just seemed to be talking and laughing amongst themselves. At last! She dove into the water, swimming around quickly, popping in and out of the water easily by using her long tail to propel herself around. Even when some of the guys came into the water, they stuck in their own corner and didn't bother her.

After another lap, she surfaced near them and began to tread water, and was surprised to hear applause. It hadn't seemed that impressive to her. "Nice moves, bro!" a wolf at the table called, raising his glass of beer, as his buddies clapped.

She was a little stunned. "Thanks?" she replied uncertainly.

"Hey, hey, hold up a sec, dude," the wolf called out just as he began to turn away, and she looked over at him. "Where'd you learn to swim like that?"

"Well, I-" she began.

But it had only been for a distraction. She felt someone touch her hips, and before she could react whoever it was pulled downwards and yanked her swimming trunks off her legs completely. Caught by surprise, she gasped and turned around in the water just in time to see an otter swimming rapidly away from her. The other guys, presumably his friends, were laughing raucously, and though she tried to catch up to the otter, he was just as good of a swimmer and had a head start on her. The wolf from before ran over as the otter got to the edge of the pool and took her swimming trunks, then shouted "I got them dude, let's go!" to one of the other guys with him.

He turned to run, and out of desperation, Code swam forward as fast as she could and leapt out of the water with a hand outstretched. Regrettably, her hands closed around nothing as he just barely escaped her grasp, and he had escaped into the crowd by the time she managed to clamber to her feet, holding her left hand in front of her crotch to try and preserve her modesty. The other frat bros were scattering as well, leaving her naked and dripping, and she snarled in anger.

Just as she thought the day couldn't get any worse, the crowd that the wolf with her trunks had run off into began to turn their attention back in her direction. Those nearest to her began to laugh, drawing the attention of others, who also pointed, laughed, or both at her predicament. "Can someone HELP me?" she demanded, at the end of her rope, but there were no offers of help forthcoming. "A towel, please? Or anything?"

As only mocking laughter came her way, Code shuddered with rage, gritting her teeth, and finally snapped. Everything was just too much for her. The park with its absurd lines, apathetic staff, and surprise costs. The guests, entitled or lechers or assholes or some combination of those. She marched forward and shoved her way through the crowd, uncaring who she pushed out of the way or into what as she made her way straight to the changing rooms, with only the hand over her loins to prevent things from getting even worse somehow.

All but ripping the locker key off of her wrist, she jammed it into the slot and turned it, yanking the locker door open. Delaying only long enough to dry one hand on the towel she had brought, she grabbed the pocket watch by its chain, put it around her neck, and clicked the button.

Marching back out into the now-frozen park, she did her best to avoid bumping into people, but the crowded park made it difficult. Fortunately, whenever she did bump into someone, though it did move them a bit, nothing else seemed to happen and they didn't react, meaning she was free to squeeze through. If people felt some phantom slipping between them, what would it matter?

Halfway back to the pool she suddenly felt as if she had been caught in a net, and nearly fell over. She shook her head, realizing she'd reached the limits of the watch's effects. Curses. But it always seemed to recenter on where she was when she had used it. What if...?

Among the crowds of people, she found a spot where nobody was directly looking and crouched down to make herself less noticeable. Then, emboldened by her anger after all she had been through, she clicked the watch button twice in rapid succession.

For the briefest of moments she caught a tiny snatch of sound, and then it was gone. Everyone else around her moved ever so slightly and froze again, like she had used frame advance on a movie. Reaching out, she found she could move forward again, and grinned as she encountered no invisible barrier this time. The whole park was open to her. Even if someone saw her it would be for an eyeblink, and they would pass it off as a figment of their imagination.

This would be GOOD.

The frat bros who had stolen her trunks had reassembled in the time it had taken her to get to the changing rooms. The wolf still had her swim trunks as he reclined in his deck chair with a glass in his other hand, but she no longer cared. He could keep them. She was about to dump the pitcher of beer onto the grass and refill it, but then a better idea came to her.

Experimentally, she tugged the glass out from the wolf's grip, but he didn't react, not even with a slight change of expression. Grinning, she dumped out half of the beer in it and then held it under her pussy, spraying piss into the already amber liquid to fill it back up to where it had been. That way it would still have the foam on the top, and be about the right temperature too. After returning the glass of spiked beer to the wolf's hand, she went around to each of the rest of them and gave them each a 'mixed drink', of one part beer to one part lizard urine, her tail swishing as she gushed a heavy stream into each.

But that wasn't all of them – the otter who had actually stolen her trunks was still in the water, leaning against the edge of it, frozen mid-sentence as he chatted up a girl next to him. With a devious smirk, she climbed down into the water slowly, careful to keep the pocket watch out of the water, resting it on its case on the edge of the pool. She only needed her lower half to be underwater...

Holding the pool edge, Code moved her crotch as close to the otter's legs as she could before she began unleashing more of her piss. Silently, a yellow cloud of urine spread out in the water in front of her, around the otter's loins. She kept going for quite a while, grinning at the thought of what might happen once his ladyfriend noticed the heavily yellowed water in front of him. Once the piss cloud had expanded all the way to the other side of his hips, Code carefully climbed back out from the pool, ready to move on.

Before she could, she spotted another tempting target: a big duffel bag presumably belonging to the frat bros, lying on the ground behind them. Already open, she only needed to peek inside to see that it was loaded with towels, doomed to not be white for much longer. Code showed the bag and its contents no mercy, kneeling over it with one leg on each side, then leaning forward as she unleashed her bladder. She started at the middle, soaking a big yellow circle into the middle of the towel stack, then shifted her hips forward to paint a line of pee up the middle, then moved her hips back to do the same in the other direction. Returning to the center, she focused on the center again, and her piss soaked into the white fabric, drenching it so much it poured on through to the towels below, a puddle forming on top of the towels.

She didn't care that the huge quantity of piss would be unexplainable when it was noticed; she just wanted her revenge. She didn't stop until she saw the puddle forming in the bottom of the bag in front of her, and finally cut off the release of her currently-bottomless bladder, standing up to admire her work. The big puddles of her piss went still as the time freeze overtook them, and she proudly grinned at the sight of the soaked towels.

But that was only the beginning.

She opened and glanced at the watch, but there was still plenty of time. The park itself was the next target of her ire. The mini-golf course was closest, and she pulled open the back door of the shack behind the staff member who was resting on the counter, looking bored. Beside him was a half-full bucket of spare golf balls, and Code stood over it with her legs spread, taking a deep breath.

Spraying a hard stream of urine out from her slit, it broke up into droplets partway down and showered into the bucket, splashing all over the golf balls and running between them into the bottom of the bucket. Clenching her muscles to keep her stream strong, and to take advantage of the endless urine she had at her disposal, she wiggled her hips and watched as the bucket filled up. The level of her piss began to overtake the balls inside of it, and then they began to float, soon reaching the top. Her wild spray had missed the bucket a little bit as well, and there was a small puddle around it, plus plenty more of her urine running down the sides, slowing to a stop the moment she cut off her stream.

She began to head for the central hill, considering which ride to take out her frustration on, double-tapping the watch again along the way. The water slides were tempting, but as she drew closer, she caught sight of the log flume and its big drop. She hadn't gotten the chance to go on that ride, but now she could... for a different value of 'go on', at least.

Rather than climb up to the top of the ride where the entrance and station were, Code had a different idea, and climbed over the chain link fencing to the bottom of the big drop. The grin on her face only widened as she saw the familiar black and white pattern of the salamander she had met earlier, currently halfway down the drop. She'd make sure he had a good splash at the bottom...

There was a deeper pool of water at the foot of the hill for the log flume boats to land in and send up a spray – typically onto the passengers themselves. Backing up to the side of the channel the boats ran through, Code lifted her tail high and stuck her hips out over the water as she relaxed. "How about a golden splashdown?" she joked to herself as she felt her bladder tingling, and shoved hard with her abdominal muscles.

Though it couldn't match the log flume drop to her side, she still provided a golden waterfall of her own, spraying a jet of piss into the water behind her. Her stream wavered as she breathed, gaining and losing strength, yet it continued to further yellow the pool of water at the bottom of the drop, even when her piss struck the inner edge of the ride instead and ran down into the water that the salamander's boat was careening towards. More and more lizard piss spread through the water as she kept spraying so hard that bubbles spread over the surface, and only once nearly the whole splash pool was thoroughly yellowed did she finally stop.

She took another look at the watch; there was still some time left, but she was starting to run low. Time for the finale, then.

She headed back towards the park entrance, not to go to the changing rooms, but to the staff area next to the ticketing gate. Among the buildings there was the manager's office, a fairly cramped room with a door that was sadly locked. Through the window, she could see that the manager himself wasn't in the room, furnished with just his desk and a couple of filing cabinets. What was more, the window had been left open just a crack...

Grabbing the bottom of the window and lifting it up, Code backed up and stuck her tail in through the window, followed by her ass. Sitting on the windowsill, she got herself comfy, holding the watch in one hand and looking at its face, seeing the hands turning as it counted down the remaining time it could offer her.

"All right, let's see just what you can let me do," she murmured, then took a breath and pushed as hard as she possibly could with her abdominal muscles.

An absolute torrent of urine showered from her pussy and rained down onto the floor beside the window, pattering on the linoleum tile. It poured out in a large puddle where it struck the floor, and droplets sprayed off in all directions. Breathing heavily through her nose as she refused to stop pushing, Code kept her eyes shut tightly as she voided herself as hard as she possibly could; had she not had endless amounts of piss to spray she would have strained herself, but instead she kept the heavy flow going. The puddle of urine under her hips grew bigger and spread out further until it reached the far side of the room, ripples on its surface slowing the further they got away from her.

Code continued the ceaseless onslaught of lizard piss, listening to the heavy pattering of the golden fluid against the floor, splashing loudly in the time-stop-induced silence. "Fuck...!" she groaned out from the sensation of relieving herself so intensely, as well as from the catharsis she was getting from her revenge.

She wanted nothing more than to keep blasting the office with piss until it was waist-deep, but she glanced at the watch and saw that she only had a few minutes left. Un-tensing her body and gasping, she took a moment to recover, during which a steady trickle of her urine continued to leak from her pussy. She finally cut off the flow of pee, then after a moment of contemplation clenched to send out one last little squirt, before hopping down from the window to survey the damage.

It wasn't waist-deep, but it covered the whole floor; her torrential piss flow had covered every square inch of linoleum tile, and would have pooled up had it not started leaking out underneath the door. She grinned to herself as she hurried away and back to the changing rooms, keeping an eye on the pocket watch, hiding and double-tapping it as necessary to cover the distance. She was cutting it close, and not even a full minute remained when she returned to her locker.

Fortunately for her only a few other women were in the changing rooms, none of them looking her way. Unfreezing time, she stashed the pocket watch back in the locker, but she knew she had to hurry. She went to the showers for just long enough to wash the chlorinated water from the pools off of her body, spending less than a minute in there before hurrying back out while trying not to look too suspicious. At her locker, she rubbed her towel over her body quickly, then grabbed the watch again, freezing time just to give her a little longer to make her escape as she pulled her clothes back on. Barely a moment after she pulled her shirt back over her head, time resumed of its own accord as the watch ran out of power, and with it still under her shirt, she grabbed her things, closed the locker, and slipped out of the front of the changing rooms and through the turnstile to leave.

To her good fortune, she saw one of the shuttle buses loading passengers, and casually got at the back of the line just as only two people were in front of her. Climbing on board, she gave a polite nod to the driver, who nodded back to her before closing the doors behind her. There weren't many seats left, but one was all she needed, and she exhaled as she sat down and the bus began pulling out from the car park.

Today had been a wash, but there was always tomorrow. Maybe she'd finally be able to relax her mind and not just her bladder...