Ruth leaned back against the patchy faux leather booth backing. It was less comfortable than it ought to be on account of the shotgun on her back, but the flip side of finding a nightclub that allowed weapons inside was that it was the sort of club where you'd want to keep them with you. Even the most hopped-up stim-head would think twice about jumping someone decked out in full combat gear. Not that the ferret couldn't handle a junkie or two, but it would ruin the night.

The rest of her crew were out on the floor, celebrating the completion of another mission – and more importantly, getting paid – in the usual way. The dim lighting and liberal use of strobe lights on the stage meant that looking for the distinctive silhouettes of other geared-up mercenaries was the only way she could see where her crew were. Liberally-placed neon lights around the bar kept that area well lit, and the stage had spotlights so that anyone in the club could see the barely-clothed dancers prostrating themselves on it. One of them got close to the edge of the stage, and the gloved hand of one of Ruth's men reached up and stuffed some foldable credits into the dancer's string-thin waistband.

Ruth smirked to herself, reaching up a hand to brush her shoulder-length caramel-colored hair away from her face so she could take a sip from her bubbling, bright blue drink. On account of the dim lighting of the club, the bioluminescent markings on her cheeks and the bridge of her muzzle cast a faint blue glow on the back of the ferret's glove as she did. She wanted her crew to enjoy themselves, as long as none of them got tangled up with CorpSec – which was why she'd made sure to bring them to a club where the enforcers simply didn't go.

Unfortunately, even though her crew were enjoying themselves, Ruth had no such luxury on account of her second-in-command, who was sat right next to her.

"Please, Commander," Shain shouted from beside Ruth, barely able to be heard over the thumping music in the background. Ruth sighed, a sound utterly inaudible in the loud club, and glanced to her side at the gray-furred wolfess beside her, whose long black hair was hanging down her back, with strands on each side dangling over the ammo pouches on the front of her black combat suit. She was staring back at Ruth with insistent yellow eyes, tapping the tablet in front of her on the table. "I need your approval to allocate the funds for-"

Ruth waved a hand dismissively. "It can wait until tomorrow. We're off the clock. That means no business talk."

She turned away and back to the stage as she brought her glass back to her lips for another swig. It still had that metallic tang of synthahol, but they'd done a half-decent job of covering it up with flavor additives. Her eyes roamed over the dancers on stage, taking in the bouncing and barely-covered breasts on the women, then looking over to the men and their jock straps that left very little to the imagination.

Annoyance crossed her face as she heard Shain's voice again. "But Commander, I need to submit the invoices by noon tomorrow, otherwise-"

Ruth turned and shot the wolfess a glare. "Give it a fucking rest!" she snapped, shaking her head. "If all you need is my approval I'll give it to you on the way home, but this is happy-drinky time, not boring paperwork time. Enjoy yourself!"

Shain stared back at Ruth, unfazed by the outburst. "How do I know you'll be coherent enough to give approvals by the time we leave, Commander?"

Ruth drained the rest of her glass and slammed it down on the table. "I ain't gonna get drunk off cheap synthetic bullshit, please. I'm not Garrick." She jerked her thumb in the vague direction of her crew at the bar for emphasis. "This stuff just goes straight through me. Speaking of..."

As Ruth stood up, Shain inquired, "Where are you going, Commander?"

Ruth looked down the bridge of her muzzle at Shain. "I'm going to take a fuckin' piss! I'll be right back. Watch the dancers or something while I'm gone, you seriously need to lighten up and relax."

Before any more protests could be made, Ruth turned and made her way through the throng of people in the club, squeezing between bodies that were either leather-clad or just as undressed as the dancers on stage, sometimes more. Her eyes glanced over the other club-goers, looking for any potential prospects to take back to her place later, and she made a few mental notes before she reached the neon-outlined side door with a pink and blue neon bathroom sign over it.

The side corridor was a little quieter than the club floor itself, but only a little. Pushing open the door to the women's room, Ruth took one glance at the line outside of the stalls and immediately turned around, letting the door swing closed. She hadn't fully counted how many people there were, but the fact that there was a line at all meant she'd have to wait longer than she cared to.

So instead, she continued on down the corridor, turning the corner into another short passage. At the end of it was a big door with a push bar in the middle, and a large sticker peeling around the edges bearing the words "Staff Only" that Ruth duly ignored as she pushed the door open. As expected, it opened into a side alley between the club and the next building over, and Ruth stepped out, glancing to the sides. The only other occupants of the alley were boxes and trash bags; the occasional pedestrian on the main road nearby never even spared a glance into the dark, dirty alley.

But "unoccupied" was all that really mattered at the moment. Ruth took a few steps to the side and turned to face the brick wall, reaching down with her gloved hands to unbutton and unzip her combat pants, sliding them down to her thighs and then spreading her legs apart to stop them from slipping any further than that. She was going commando underneath, so the ferret's pussy was bared to the open air, along with the pair of curved, glowing blue bioluminescent lines on either side of her slit. 

The nightclub door opened, and Ruth glanced over to it, ears pricking up with alertness as she reached for the knife on the side of her pants. But when she saw Shain standing in the doorway, looking back at her with a neutral expression as she held the door open, Ruth relaxed her stance. "You know that's illegal, Commander," Shain reminded Ruth.

"So's mercenary work," Ruth retorted. "We're already wanted by a bunch of corps for a lot worse than a little harmless public urination." Putting her hands on her hips, she pushed her waist out a bit towards the wall, tipping her head back a little. "Besides, who cares? Nobody's will ever notice."

Shain watched impassively as Ruth relaxed her muscles and let out an exaggerated sigh to drive home her point, a hard stream of her piss gushing from the top of her slit and splashing against the wall around knee height. The fluid was a similar blue color to Ruth's bioluminescent patches – Shain assumed it was some related biological quirk, and had never inquired. "Be that as it may, Commander," Shain pressed, "you didn't think this through very well. This door is one-way and you wouldn't be able to get back in if I hadn't come along."

"Eh, I could have flashed my tits to the bouncer. He'd remember me from earlier," Ruth responded over the sound of her piss splashing against the brick. She wiggled her hips slightly, splashing more of the wall and widening the dark and wet section of bricks as more of her fluid cascaded down it.

Shain was undaunted. "Not to mention, this city is dangerous. And by facing the wall, you're limiting your peripheral vision-"

Ruth rolled her eyes, turning slightly towards Shain; as she did, her stream of urine started splashing on a pile of trash bags next to the door, pattering loudly on the black plastic before running down towards the ground. Raising her hands in exasperation, she snapped, "Bah, if some punk came along and tried anything funny, I'd knock them out, and then finish pissing on them!"

Shain sighed and conceded. "You probably could, Commander."

"Damn right," Ruth muttered, opening her mouth wide in a yawn a moment later, eyes closing. When she reopened them, she saw Shain holding the door open with her foot, her hands at her crotch to unzip her pants. Like Ruth, she slid them down to her thighs, though the wolf used her right hand to spread her labia apart and expose the pink flesh of her vaginal opening, letting her other hand hang by her side.

Ruth raised an eyebrow as she watched a golden stream flow out from Shain's urethra, splashing onto the ground a short distance in front of her for a moment before picking up strength and landing a little further away. It splashed loudly on the concrete, darkening the gray surface and flowing off towards the wall. Ruth lifted her questioning gaze to Shain, who was looking back at her with a flat expression.

"The women's restroom is full, like you mentioned," Shain stated calmly, glancing back down to keep an eye on her stream. "And you've already marked this alley, so I won't be making it any worse than it already is."

Her commander chuckled a little, glancing downward as her bladder began to run dry and the flow of her pee slowed. She clenched her muscles, adding a few final squirts to the piss that had pooled up in some of the creases on the trash bags, listening to Shain's stream still going strong as she nonchalantly relieved herself in the alley.

When Ruth turned her head towards Shain, she found the wolf already holding out a napkin to her, taken from the table in the nightclub. "Oh, thanks," Ruth said as she snatched it and wiped between her legs, tossing the napkin onto the trash pile a moment later.

"Not a problem, Commander," Shain replied as she reached into a pouch on her vest for a second napkin, "I expected you were inadequately prepared." The flow of her urine continued for several seconds more before it began to wane, and Shain squeezed with her muscles to get it back up to full strength before it suddenly came to an abrupt end. Her hand was quick to go between her legs and wipe up the last droplets, before she nimbly folded the napkin twice with one hand, and then tossed it close to where Ruth's lay.

Both of them pulled their pants back up and fastened them again, and Shain held the door open for Ruth as they re-entered the club. "Pardon me, I need to wash my hands," Shain told Ruth as they got close to the women's room.

"That's why I went hands-free," Ruth told her with a grin. "See you back at the table."

"Oh, I will," Shain retorted while reaching out for the door, "I still need you to sign those approvals!"

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"Commander, what did you think of our performance today?"

Ruth sighed inwardly as she stripped off her gear, having done it so many times that her hands were on autopilot undoing all the clasps, buckles and other fastenings keeping her combat gear on. She was standing by her reserved rack in the locker room, where she would hang up each bit of gear she took off. 

The crew had just finished a training exercise back at their base of operations, and even though Ruth had mostly been yelling at her crew to tell them what to do, she'd still managed to work up a sweat from running back and forth in the training area while geared up.

"Good," Ruth said curtly. Her armored jacket and vest came off and got hung up, leaving her in a tank top that she was quick to pull up and over her head, with only a black sports bra on underneath.

Beside her, Shain was also undressing in a quick but methodical manner, one piece of equipment at a time getting peeled off her body and hung up. Not taking the hint, possibly deliberately, she continued, "I think Wharton needs more time to recover from that leg injury."

Ruth waved a hand, then reached behind herself to unclasp the bra. "We'll see. Whenever we find out what our next job is, I'll decide if he needs to sit it out. I'm more worried about him getting drunk off his ass before then." She hung up the bra, leaving herself bare-chested, exposing the biggest bioluminescent spots on her body: the large blue nipples standing out from the fur around them on her double-D breasts.

Shain continued to badger Ruth with questions as they stripped off the rest of their gear until matching sets of equipment hung in their racks – haphazardly in Ruth's, while Shain's was more tidy and organized. Both of them were completely naked as they turned and walked towards the showers to clean off, carrying their toiletries bags with them. The other two women in Ruth's mercenary group were already in there cleaning themselves, and paid no attention to their commanders as they entered and took unoccupied spots along the shower wall.

Ruth cranked the handle under her chosen showerhead and closed her eyes, tipping her head back as the hot water cascaded over her body, plastering her hair against her head, and running through the shorter fur on the rest of her. She turned around under the hot shower to let it hose down her back and tail, running her hands through her hair, the bioluminescent spots on the backs of her hands visible now that she wasn't wearing any gloves. The excess water that spilled off of her body ran across the tiled floor to the channel in the middle of the room where it was carried off to the nearest drain.

Her relaxation was short-lived, as she heard Shain speak up again, the wolfess in the middle of squirting hair shampoo onto her left hand. Her long grey and white fur was already drenched and flat against her body, making her look substantially smaller than usual, her breasts a more modest C-cup compared to Ruth's heavy handfuls. Like all of the female mercenaries in the company, her body was toned and decently muscular under all of that fur on account of the training they went through. "Next time," Shain said conversationally, "we should drill the group on movement. Some of them have gotten sloppy. Terin nearly fell on his face when he tried to vault over the box earlier."

Ruth let out a small laugh. "Yeah, and he looked damn stupid doing it. The fifty push-ups I made him do afterwards ought to remind him to do better next time."

"Still, I think some more practice-"

"Yes, sure, whatever," Ruth said dismissively with a wave of her hand.

"Also-" Shain began, running her hands through her hair, but when she glanced over at Ruth, she saw the ferret had raised her arms up, holding her hands behind her head as she stood still, facing away from the showerhead. "...Commander, what are you doing?" Shain inquired.

"Taking a piss," Ruth answered tersely, a hard stream of her urine spraying out from her slit a moment later to splash on the tiled floor. "We were at it for hours, I'm bursting," she said by way of an explanation as the blue fluid spread across the tile on its way to the channel in the floor, the coloration getting fainter as the shower water diluted it more and more.

Shain gave her an odd look as she resumed shampooing her hair, a look that Ruth noticed and narrowed one eye at. "What?" Ruth asked accusingly. "It's just going to get washed away, who cares?" She bucked her hips forward a little towards the drain for emphasis, making her stream break up in the air from the movement.

Leaning to the side slightly, Shain took a look at the other two mercenaries. Both of them were watching the spectacle with questioning looks of their own, but went back to cleaning themselves after a moment, letting Ruth continue to casually piss on the shower floor.

The wolfess returned her attention to Ruth, and then shrugged. "Well, you are correct. That exercise took a good deal longer than normal," she acknowledged, turning and putting her back towards the showerhead. She squatted down with her legs as far apart as the position would allow, resting her hands on her knees as she relaxed.

Soon, her piss was gushing from her slit and onto the floor, the yellow liquid spreading out and mixing with Ruth's blue urine on its way to the drain. Ruth glanced over as she noticed the extra pee on the floor, but after confirming her suspicions she turned forward again. "Sounds like you should work a piss break into the next session's schedule," she remarked.

Shain gave a hum of thought, the splashing of her waste-water on the floor barely audible over the sound of the showers. Looking to the side and past Ruth, she saw the other two mercs give her another glance, only to thoroughly disregard the fact that the crew leaders were both openly pissing on the shower floor, and return to their own conversation.

"No," Shain answered, "this seems to have worked out just fine. Besides, real missions don't include bathroom breaks. They should know to go before they start."

"If you say so," Ruth replied. She was starting to run out, so she turned back to face the shower, letting the rest of her warm fluid splash between her feet and run backwards, as water poured down her front and cleaned her up. Only once she was done did she bend down to grab her own shampoo bottle from her toiletries bag that she had left next to the wall.

Shain remained in her squatting position to let the rest of her piss pour out from her body and onto the ground as Ruth resumed her shower like nothing had happened. The wolf made sure to clench and get the rest of her piss out with a few final squirts before standing up to wash off. Within moments, all trace of their deed had been washed away down the floor drain, leaving no sign of what they had done.

"But since we're on the subject of the next exercise..." Shain began as she grabbed a bottle of fur shampoo from her bag.

Ruth groaned. "Damn, I was hoping you'd gotten distracted."

"You made me your second in command because I'm not easily distracted, if I recall," Shain chided her. "As I was saying...."

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Ruth grumbled and turned over under the covers as sleep fully left her. Her awareness was hazy; this wasn't her bed. Where was she? She didn't remember going to a bar the previous night...

Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and looked around, nearly bumping her head on the low ceiling. She was on the top half of a bunk bed, and there were seven other bunks arranged in the room with the rest of her crew milling about. That was right; they'd rented out a bunkhouse for the night, since it was close to where they'd have to be for their next mission. The beds weren't great – though nothing about the place was, really. The walls were stained and the plaster was cracked in a few places, the carpet was an unevenly faded gray, there were no decorations, and one of the lights in the ceiling didn't work. The cheap rates had been enticing, but far more persuasive was the fact that it was the only place near where they needed to be that could accommodate the whole crew on short notice.

"Good morning, Commander," came Shain's greeting from below. Ruth shuffled to the edge of the bunk and peered over it, seeing her lieutenant sitting on the side of the lower bunk in full gear, looking back up at her. "Glad of you to finally join the land of the living."

"Gotta get my beauty sleep," Ruth muttered.

"We're running a bit late, now," Shain stated flatly. "Nothing in the world could wake you."

"Not my fault the beds here are crap."

"This from the same woman who once flopped across an armchair's armrest and fell asleep immediately," Shain reminded her. "Or how about the time you crashed inside of a supply crate, with your head sticking out from one corner and your legs hanging over the other? Garrick remains convinced that you don't actually have any bones."

"It's a ferret thing," Ruth muttered, tossing back her bedcovers to reveal her naked body underneath them. She swung her legs over the edge of the top bunk, sitting at the top of the ladder reaching up to it. There was barely an inch of clearance between the top of her head and the ceiling, and that was while she was hunched slightly – straightening up a bit made the tips of her ears brush the aging plaster above. Though her attention was on Shain, she noticed a few of the crew looking her way out of the corner of her eye – particularly the men – but she paid them no mind. It was hardly the first time they'd seen her undressed. And it wouldn't be the last.

"Well, now that you're up, we need to get going soon," Shain informed her. "We've got to rendezvous with the client at the meeting site-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Ruth interjected. "Let me take a piss and gear up and we can go, I'll eat something on the way."

She spread her legs apart, remaining in her sitting position at the top of the ladder, and Shain was quick to shuffle to the opposite side of the lower bunk to avoid the incoming saltwater shower. "Commander, this is a rented room," Shain reminded her, one eyebrow raised.

"Who cares?" Ruth retorted with a shrug. "It's going to get cleaned anyway. This place is a wreck but it's not a filthy wreck."

Shain watched as an arch of blue fluid sailed down through the air and landed in the carpet in front of Ruth, soaking into the fabric. "There'll probably be an extra cleaning fee," she said despite it being far too late to bring up the point.

The stream of Ruth's piss continued unabated, starting to splash more loudly as the carpet was saturated, drawing more eyes from the other members of the crew. "Probably," Ruth acknowledged, "but if there is, it'll still be less than the penalty we'll get hit with if we don't complete the contract on time."

"Hm. A fair point, Commander," Shain responded, standing up. With quick hand motions, she unfastened and dropped her pants before sitting back down, lying back with her tail under her body, then raised her legs up and gripped them behind her knees. She was baring her pussy to the rest of the crew, and unlike with Ruth's, most of them hadn't seen it before, but she paid them no mind as she relaxed her muscles and sent a golden arch of her own piss into the air in front of her. It broke up into droplets near its peak, and rained down onto the carpet heavily.

"Okay, what's -your- excuse?" Ruth asked from above. She had so thoroughly soaked the patch of carpet she was peeing on that it was starting to foam from all the excess liquid pouring onto it, the darkened area of fibers getting bigger as the moisture spread out.

"Well, there was all the time I spent trying to wake you," Shain told Ruth with a flat tone of voice. "But Verris took forever in the shower, as usual." She kept her body still as she held her legs safely up and out of the way of her stream, the golden droplets raining down and making a larger wet patch than Ruth's. "And there's only one bathroom for the lot of us."

"I thought I told you to just open the door anyway when that happens."

"You did. And I have been. She's started locking the door."

"Guess you'll just have to learn to beat her to the bathroom, then," Ruth remarked. Her stream started to lose strength and fell on the carpet closer to the bunk bed, until it came to a complete stop. Ruth clenched, sending a few more squirts sailing through the air down to the carpet, and then moved her hips back, grinding her wet pussy against the bed to dry it. Only then did she shift forward again, hopping down from the top bunk to land on the floor, bending her knees to soften the impact.

Standing up, Ruth paid no attention to Shain, who was still pissing strong, saturating the carpet in front of her with wolf urine. "Okay, stop gawping, people, show's over!" Ruth shouted, trying to get her crew back in line. "Get your asses geared up and ready to go if they aren't already! If you're not ready before I am, you've got no excuse, and I'll be docking the cleaning fee from your wages whenever it comes in!"

As Ruth started wandering around and giving orders, Shain squeezed with her abdominal muscles to force her piss out harder. The spray picked up strength and distance for a moment before rapidly diminishing as her bladder ran dry, and she gave another clench to get the rest of it out. Once her stream was only reaching a few inches, she lowered her legs down to the floor, her boots on either side of the wet streak in the carpet, and sat back up. Shoving her wet pussy against the bedcovers, she let the last few squirts of pee soak into the blanket, then stood up a little and grabbed the corner of the blanket, wiping herself with it to make sure.

"All ready, Commander!" she said as she pulled her pants back up and fastened them.

"Good," Ruth told her as she came back to the bunk, pulling her clothes out from the bag at the foot of it. "Now go find me some food and bring it to the APC while I get dressed."

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The fancy metal door was more for decoration than security, so when Ruth's combat boot met it after a running start, it buckled in the middle and swung inwards, slamming against the wall. The office behind it was equally fancy, with several shelves along the side wall, and a large sleek, curvy desk opposite the door, covered in electronic devices. Behind the desk, the entire wall was one big bulletproof glass pane, with an impressive and commanding nighttime view of the city outside.

Sat behind the desk was a fox in a suit that probably cost more than the pay from Ruth's last three jobs combined. He immediately reached down for a drawer on the desk, so Ruth simply leveled her shotgun at him as she strode into the room.

"We've been told to minimize personnel damage," she told him in a commanding tone, her voice slightly muffled by her helmet, "but I can't be held accountable for acting in self-defense."

He froze on the spot, staring down the barrel of the automatic shotgun pointed at him. An uneasy silence pervaded between them, with the sound of shouts, screams and gunshots from down the hall, as Shain stepped in calmly behind Ruth, holding her assault rifle ready.

The addition of a second gun pointed his way convinced the fox to surrender, so he slowly raised his hands up and over his head. "Smart move," Ruth stated.

Without needing to be told, Shain approached with her weapon still aimed at the trembling fox, first stopping to snatch the revolver that he had been attempting to retrieve out of the open desk drawer. Only then did she pull a cable tie from one of her combat suit pockets to secure his hands with, letting go of her gun to let it hang from its shoulder strap so she could use both hands to tie him.

Ruth lowered her shotgun once she saw that his hands were bound, and reached up to press the transmit button on her helmet's inbuilt radio. "Primary target secured," she said simply, then turned her attention back to the fox.

As Shain wrapped a gag around his mouth, Ruth fixed her gaze on his eyes. "I hate to tell you how to do your job, but you really ought to be careful about not pissing off the wrong people around here. Otherwise, people like us get hired to send you a message. You'll wanna pay attention, because if you don't, that whole 'minimize personnel damage' thing might not be on the menu next time."

He gave her a glare in the few moments that elapsed before Shain wrapped a blindfold around him, and after that, the two of them guided him out of his office. Judging by the absence of chaotic sounds, her crew had gotten things under control. It was always nice when things went according to plan.

They passed the blown-out side stairwell door they had entered from, still smoldering from the small explosive charge used to open it, and eventually they reached the door back into the main area of the restaurant. Twenty minutes ago it had been an exceptionally lavish restaurant and bar, the kind of place where people who owned their own personal mansions would rub shoulders, eat overpriced food, and joke about how much better they were than the common masses. Much like the owner's office, one wall was sheer glass with an impressive view of the city, the furniture was real leather, the drinks were real alcohol, and the music came from live performers.

Now, it was a different story. Glass crunched under Ruth's boot as she strode into the restaurant area. Many of the tables had been tipped over, and the wall near the main doors bore several bullet holes. The restaurant staff and guests had been bound, gagged and blindfolded much like the manager that Shain was dragging along, and were kept in one corner on their knees. The guards were stretched out on the floor in front of them, but Ruth didn't see any blood, so that meant they were merely unconscious. The huge bulletproof glass window had spiderwebbed from an impact against it, and in the middle of the floor, spent flashbang canisters lay among the detritus.

"All clear!" she shouted to her assembled crew, and went on to give a few orders regarding who should watch what exit and who needed to guard the hostages.

"No casualties," Shain observed once Ruth was done, "on our side or theirs."

"Perfect," Ruth said with a pump of her fist, striding over to the bar. Several bottles and glasses had been spilled or broken and more glass shards were ground beneath her boot sole as she walked. "That'll get us that fat bonus payout from the client for keeping it clean. That's something worth celebrating. Maybe they've got some of the good stuff here – real booze, none of that synthahol bullshit."

As Ruth looked over the bottles behind the bar, Shain strode over to her. "Commander, please focus on the mission."

Ruth waved her away, plucking a tall rectangular bottle off of the shelf and reading the label. "We're done. Nothing else to do but wait until the escape chopper shows up. How long on that?"

"ETA, five minutes," Shain answered with a glance at her watch.

"Plenty of time," Ruth said as she put the bottle back and grabbed a green one instead. "We're three floors from the roof, so it won't take long to get up there. We'll be gone before CorpSec even finishes their donuts and... hey, here we go. Hold onto this for me."

Ruth turned and tossed the bottle to Shain. She let go of her rifle, the shoulder strap keeping it from falling to the floor, and managed to grab the bottle with only a small amount of fumbling.

"Nice catch!" Ruth teased with a grin as she strode past Shain to the abandoned restaurant tables, pulling her helmet off and setting it down on the closest upright one. That table had a fancy, engraved wine decanter on the center of it, and Ruth grabbed it from the table before bringing it to her lips for a swig. Her face wrinkled into a scowl, her whiskers pricking up, and she held out the decanter and turned it upside-down to pour out the rest onto the floor, setting the decanter down.

Shain said nothing until she saw Ruth unfastening her pants. "Commander, are you really-?"

Ruth didn't even glance up at Shain as she shoved her pants down to her knees and brought one foot up, planting it on the seat of a chair. "In case you hadn't noticed, this place is already trashed," Ruth pointed out, grabbing the decanter off the table and bringing the lip of it between her legs. "Plus, it's going to be a LONG flight back, and I don't want to have to hold it for the whole trip."

Remaining silent, Shain watched Ruth line up the lip of the decanter with her pussy, letting out a small groan. A heavy stream of Ruth's blue piss gushed from her pussy and into the decanter, splashing in the bottom of it, numerous tiny flecks of fluid appearing on the inside of the etched glass. Shain turned her head to glance at the crew members who were guarding the hostages; with nothing better to do, most were watching the show, a few of them muttering comments to each other.

If Ruth knew she was being watched, she clearly didn't care, breathing slowly and relaxing as she unleashed her bladder into the decanter, stray droplets running down the inside of it towards the rising surface of the blue urine accumulating within it. Her eyes lidded as she relieved herself, her tongue sticking out of her mouth just a tiny bit as she savored the relief.

With a slightly exasperated sigh, Shain turned her back to the edge of the bar and leaned back against it. "You make a good point, Commander," she conceded, and then began undoing her pants, shoving them down past her knees to let them fall down to her ankles. Noticing what her second-in-command was doing, Ruth lowered her snout and watched Shain sit on one of the bar stools, keeping her feet underneath it and spreading her legs apart. Leaning on the bar with one elbow, Shain reached down with her other hand to spread her pussylips apart, sitting on the very edge of the stool.

Tipping her head back, the wolf relaxed her muscles, allowing a stream of yellow liquid to flow out from her slit towards the floor in front of her. It splashed against some of the chips of broken glass on the floor and sent droplets flying off in all directions, forming a puddle on the hard wooden surface. As the puddle grew, the little chips and fragments of glass got washed away from where Shain's piss was landing, clearing a small part of the floor.

Lowering her snout a bit, she met the questioning gaze Ruth was giving her. "I think our client might appreciate the... personal touch to the message we're sending," Shain remarked as she leaned back a little, sending her piss stream slightly further forward, washing more glass pieces away from it.

Ruth gave a small laugh as she watched Shain's golden fluid splash on the floor, the pattering sound of her piss hitting the varnished wood mixing with the noise from Ruth's stream shooting into the accumulated pee in the decanter. A head of foam was starting to form inside of the glass vessel Ruth was holding, and Shain could see the jet of bubbles caused by the force with which Ruth's stream struck the surface of the liquid.

"Sure, let's go with that," Ruth remarked playfully. As she started to run dry the sound of her pissing into the container grew fainter, picking up when she clenched her muscles to force out the last of it with a few extra squirts. Setting down the decanter on the table, she grabbed a corner of the fine silk tablecloth, rubbing it up against her netherlips to dry them off.

"Ooh," she murmured aloud as she did, feeling the soft fabric against her netherlips. "This is nice. I've never felt real silk before, at least not on my pussy. If we weren't in a hurry I'd be tempted to rub one out on this."

"Commander, please focus," Shain reminded her even as she swiveled slightly on the bar stool. Her stream shifted its trajectory as she moved, striking a larger fragment of glass and sending it skittering across the floor a short distance. Ruth watched as Shain, still pissing strong, lifted a gloved hand to the side of her helmet, waiting a couple of seconds before pushing a button on the side. "Roger that, on our way," Shain told the person on the other end, and then released the button.

"That's our pilot," Shain explained to Ruth, leaning forward. The change in angle made her urine aim much more sharply downwards, but Shain paid it little attention as she hosed down a previously-dry section of floor, making a third puddle with what remained of her weakening flow. "He can see the roof, he's almost here."

Ruth let go of the tablecloth, putting her helmet back on and pushing a button on the side. "It's time for us to leave," she told her crew, uncaring of the fact that her pussy was still on display, "head to the back stairwell like we planned. If you took any souvenirs, stash 'em and get your ass to the roof."

As Ruth pulled her pants back up, Shain reached over the bar and grabbed onto a cleaning cloth, paying no attention to the other mercenaries walking past her, some of them taking the opportunity to look at her slit on the way. She had just finished peeing when she brought the cloth up against her labia, and the extra few squirts from pushing out the excess all soaked into the cleaning cloth as a result. Tossing the cloth over the bar without looking, she hopped off the bar stool to a dry patch of floor, bending over to grab her pants and pull them back up.

"How unlike you to be the one lagging behind," Ruth teased as she turned and started walking to the rear door of the restaurant.

Shain caught up quickly, holding her assault rifle in one hand. "Just following your example, Commander," she responded flatly.

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"Where do you find these places, Commander?" Shain asked, raising her voice considerably and still finding herself barely audible over the music.

Ruth didn't respond with anything more than a laugh before raising the brightly-colored drink to her lips and taking a swig. The two of them, and most of the crew, were at another club – though this one was in an even nastier part of the city than usual, and that was saying something considering the baseline level of unpleasant in the corporate-run metropolis. The dancers on stage were on a whole other level, and not in terms of talent – the only clothing the male and female dancers alike had on was purely for accessorizing, and covered only their arms and legs. The booze was strong and the other patrons were the kind you wouldn't want to spend any amount of time in a dark alley with. It was too dark for her to tell if the booth they were at was even remotely clean or not.

Shain shook her head and sighed as she sipped on her bubbling clear drink. She was used to the routine by now; another job, another payout, and another club to celebrate. And never the nice ones, where CorpSec might find them. It was always the kind where keeping their weapons visible was necessary for their own safety, and where the crew members with particular vices could get them satisfied. Shain suspected the fact that the loud music made it nearly impossible for her to get Ruth to do any of the necessary post-job-completion work was simply a bonus to her commander.

When Ruth set the glass down, half of the liquid inside was already gone, the ice cubes inside rattling. "You've been knocking those back, Commander," Shain remarked. "I'm surprised you haven't gone to make another illicit piss break somewhere!"

Ruth chuckled, a sound that was inaudible in comparison to the thumping music, but Shain saw her chest and shoulders moving in a familiar manner. "You know me too well! But I'm not gonna go very far this time," Ruth told her. Shain tilted her head to one side in silent inquiry, and Ruth leaned a little closer, picking up her drink with one hand as the other reached up and pointed off into the poorly lit depths of the club.

"There's a chick over there with her tits out," Ruth pointed out, and Shain was surprised to notice she wasn't pointing at one of the dancers, but rather at one of the other customers. "Everyone at that table over there is high off their minds," Ruth added, and Shain followed where Ruth's outstretched finger was pointing to see a table of highly energetic and incoherent young men passing around a small container of something.

"Seems about right for this part of the city," Shain commented, but Ruth couldn't hear her.

"And I think those two over in the corner are fucking," Ruth continued. Shain looked over without thinking better of it, barely catching sight of two bodies pressed into a corner, a barely-leather-clad rump moving back and forth rapidly.

Lowering her hand, Ruth tipped back her glass and drained it down to the bottom. Slamming it down on the table, she wiped her mouth on the back of her glove and then finished, "Everyone else in this place is wasted, and security only gives a shit if you pull out a gun. Nobody's gonna care."

Shain's face furrowed with concern. "Care... about what, Commander?" she asked, repeating her question in a louder voice a moment later when Ruth didn't answer, instead pulling off her gloves and leaving them on the table next to Shain.

"Watch this," Ruth said simply as she got up, disappearing into the crowd dancing on the club floor.

"Commander, wait!" Shain called out, but Ruth was already gone. Frowning, she picked up Ruth's empty glass and sniffed at it, wrinkling her nose and making her whiskers prick as her lips snarled in reflex. "How does she drink this stuff?" she wondered aloud, her words immediately lost to the ambient noise.

A commotion near the stage caught her attention, and she saw Ruth emerge from the crowd as she climbed up onto the stage, her vest open to expose the tank top underneath it. The stage was lit from underneath with pulsating, color cycling lights, making Ruth easy to see even from where Shain was sitting. Someone in security at the back of the stage motioned for her to stop and turn around, but when Ruth grabbed her tank top and pulled it up to flash her tits at him, he stopped and then stepped back, returning to leaning on the wall.

"Fool," Shain muttered, unsure herself if she was referring to Ruth or the security member.

Then, Ruth turned around, showing her bare breasts to the audience, who cheered in response. Shain sipped her drink, wondering where Ruth had put her bra; hopefully she hadn't simply thrown it away, as there was no way she was getting it back if that was the case. Grabbing onto one of the poles on the stage, Ruth thrusted her hips out in time with the music, the motion making her breasts bounce, getting more indistinct cheers from those watching.

Still showing off, Ruth put her back against the pole as she reached down and opened her pants, lowering them to her knees. The sight of her bare pussy riled the crowd up further, but when Ruth blew a kiss to Shain, the wolfess just rolled her eyes and continued to watch from her booth. Ruth reached up with both hands, gripping the pole behind her just above her head, gyrating her hips to show herself off to the numerous intoxicated club-goers who were eagerly watching.

Then, as Ruth's dancing continued, Shain saw that her bioluminescent spots were starting to glow brighter, as Ruth focused on lighting them up. Her large blue nipples cast enough light to remain blue even with the colors of the dance floor changing under her, and the patches on her face and the backs of her hands grew just as bright, along with the twin curved stripes on either side of her slit.

Not content in only showing off partway, Ruth turned around and bent at the hips, raising her tail upward as she spread her legs apart. The crowd got a fresh angle on Ruth's pussy and the markings on either side of it, but now they could see the complete circle of glowing blue around her tailhole, the ferret looking back over her shoulder to grin at the crowd as she showed off all of her bioluminescent spots.

"No wonder we never go to the same place twice," Shain groused as she picked up her drink for another sip.

"You want more?" Ruth shouted, loudly enough to be heard even back where Shain was. The noise the crowd made in response indicated that they very much did. Shain could see several arms held up among the audience, holding phones with which to record the ongoing show.

The dots connected in Shain's mind as she saw Ruth stick her ass out a little further, keeping one hand on the pole as the other reached between her legs and spread apart her labia, exposing the flesh beyond to those close enough to see it. "Commander, you're not going to-...!" Shain said to herself, eyes widening.

But she was; even as the other dancers nearby her continued as if nothing was happening, Ruth wiggled her exposed rump towards the audience, fingers keeping her slit lips apart to expose both her vaginal tunnels and her urethra. From the latter, dark fluid tinted by the color of the lights below it gushed out and into the air, breaking up into droplets that splashed onto the glass surface of the stage. More noise came from the audience, and Ruth made a show of swinging her hips back and forth, sending her piss splashing all over the surface of the stage behind her.

Ruth put on a simple show, grabbing the pole and pulling herself up a bit to angle her stream a little further down, continuing to flaunt her hindquarters and the stream of her piss to the audience. She swished her ass back and forth, sending blue liquid splashing to her sides, keeping her bioluminescent markings glowing the whole time as she did. Shain blinked rapidly as the moving glowing spots seemed to leave a trail in the air, though more likely it was the effects of her drinks making it harder for her to see clearly.

Ruth's stream came to a sudden end, and Shain deduced that she must have been pushing out the last of it harder to keep up her show. Standing up straight, Ruth paused to moon the audience once more by reaching back to grip and spread her cheeks, wiggling her hips, then tugged her pants back up and made her way off the stage.

Soon, Ruth re-emerged from the crowd next to the booth, holding a fresh drink. She had done her pants back up, but her tits were still out, something that Ruth seemed in no hurry to remedy. Her bioluminescent patches were still glowing, but slightly less intensely, starting to slowly fade.

"Told ya," Ruth taunted as she sat back down opposite Shain and sipped her drink.

Without a word, Shain drained the rest of her drink, and shuffled towards the edge of the booth to get out. "Aw, don't be like that," Ruth began, but abruptly stopped talking when Shain stood up. Ruth could see that in the time it had taken her to return to the table, Shain had stripped off her pants, and was now bottomless. Ruth glanced under the table, confirming that Shain's combat pants were lying next to where she had been sitting – neatly folded, of course – and when Ruth looked back, Shain was already gone.

Ruth saw her next when Shain climbed up the steps to get onto the stage, pushing aside the staff member who had been approaching with a mop and bucket. Her bottomlessness was enough to keep the security watching rather than stopping her, but Shain had opened her vest along the way just like Ruth had done, and pulled up her tank top as well. Shain was still wearing her bra, but not for long; reaching behind her and under her clothes, to the sound of several cheers from the audience, she unclasped it and pulled it off, providing an unobstructed view of her breasts.

But Shain didn't simply give them more of the same. Stuffing her bra into an inner pocket of her vest, she started walking up closer to the edge of the stage, avoiding the sizeable puddle Ruth had left behind, cupping and bouncing her breasts as she moved. She leaned forward over the edge of the stage, her breasts and long hair hanging over the people at the very front of the audience, and she spread her legs to show off between them.

Then, she began to dance, swinging her hips back and forth, turning around now and then, one hand on the back of her head with the other on her hip. Shain thrusted her hips towards the audience when facing them, and shook her ass at them while facing away. It was rare that she could cut loose like this, so she took full advantage of the opportunity, twisting and bending her body in whatever way she felt was most erotic at the time.

But once she'd had her fill of dancing, she faced the audience, planted her booted feet at the edge of the stage, and spread them out. She made a show of licking the fingers of her right hand before bringing both hands down to her loins, pulling her pussylips open. Even hopped up on whatever intoxicants and stimulants were freely available, the crowd could tell what was about to happen, and several people clamored to get closer as others backed away.

Shain kept still only long enough to relax her muscles, feeling her piss start to flow, gushing out and off the stage, into the crowd in front of her. She didn't even look to see who or what she was hitting as she twisted her hips back and forth, unable to hear what it was striking. She only looked down after several seconds, and only to see her feet, so that she could shuffle to the side along the edge of the stage, sending her golden shower raining down onto another part of the crowd.

Then, spreading her legs a little more while still holding her labia apart, she started swinging her hips back and forth more energetically. The droplets of pee she was spraying were sent further into the crowd, landing on whoever happened to be in the way. She emptied out the rest of her bladder, and forced out the remaining squirts as she straightened back up. Turning away from the crowd, she lifted her tail to give them a parting shot just as Ruth had done, heading to the stairs and back down them.

The staff member holding the mop she had pushed aside earlier was still standing there, awe-struck. "Sorry about the mess, cutie," she told him before disappearing into the crowd.

Returning to her table, she felt a small amount of satisfaction seeing the incredibly rare sight; Ruth was staring at her, stunned, without a word to say. Shain, nonplussed, returned to her seat, plucking a napkin from the holder on the table and wiping her slit dry with it.

"I see your point," she conceded flatly as she dropped the napkin under the table. "You can get away with almost anything here."

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Ruth walked up to the railing at the edge of the roof, putting out both hands and leaning on it. The top of the skyscraper provided an impressive view of the city. Drab gray concrete stretched off into the distance, decorated by lit windows, car headlights, and neon signs. The rain drummed against the visor of Ruth's helmet, running down it to drip off, and the clouds and rainfall kept the sky dark.

No air traffic outside of the usual, as far as she could see. That was a good; it meant that they'd cut off the building's comm traffic in time. Someone would come along to see why the signal had gone out, sure, but they would be long gone by then.

"Another successful mission, Commander," Ruth heard Shain say from behind her. The wolf took up an adjacent spot along the railing, folding her arms and resting on it.

"Damn right," Ruth answered. "When's our ride getting here?"

"Twenty minutes," Shain replied. She didn't even glance at her watch; Ruth surmised she must have already checked on the way up to the roof. "Gives us some time to kill."

"I figured," Ruth muttered. "That's why I came up here. To get one last look at this shithole of a city before we bail on it."

"Mm. Once they find out what we've done, we won't be able to hide here any more. We've covered our tracks as best we can, but they'll find out it was us sooner or later."

"Payoff's worth it," Ruth muttered with a wave of her hand. "Hope you didn't have anything you wanted to do while we were here."

Shain didn't answer, so Ruth continued to stare out over the skyline of the city. "We'll head back, shower up, grab everything that's not nailed down, and trap the place for whoever comes looking," Ruth told Shain. "I hope someone records the explosion. I told Garrick to use up all the explosives we've got, 'cause we're not bringing any with us."

Shain had no response, so Ruth said nothing until she heard something unzipping next to her. Glancing to her side, she saw Shain standing up against the railing, her pants open at the front. Returning her hands to the railing, she leaned forward, and with a sigh that was almost muffled by her helmet, she let loose.

The wolf's piss cleared the edge of the roof and fell downward out of sight, on its way to the ground below. Her pose mostly kept the exposed fur around her crotch from getting wet in the rain, while her golden stream gushed out in a low arc and down towards the ground.

Ruth stared for a moment, then burst out into laughter, reaching down and undoing the fastenings on her pants. "Okay, so what's your excuse this time?" Ruth asked her as she opened up her combat pants, holding the railing with her left hand as she spread her pussylips with her right.

"I don't have one," Shain answered simply. "Though if you want one, I could always say that it's raining, so who cares?"

Ruth chuckled, letting out a small sigh as she joined in, a stream of her blue urine sailing through the air and down out of sight towards the ground far below. "Then why are you doing it?"

"Well, truth be told, I just like doing this with you, Commander," Shain admitted.

Ruth glanced out over the city. They were on one of the tallest buildings on it – anyone could see them if they simply knew where to look. The idea gave her a little bit of a thrill, and she spread her legs further apart. "I had no idea you felt that way about me," Ruth teased.

Shain huffed quietly, a reaction Ruth had never seen from her. "Not like that, Commander. This is just... nice. Relaxing." Looking down, she moved her hips from side to side a little, sending her stream wobbling back and forth. "We're on the 110th floor. Do you think it will hit the ground before I finish?"

"Fucked if I know," Ruth fired back, looking over to Shain, twisting her body a little to bring her blue stream closer to the wolf's. "But hey, look. You don't need an excuse. Hell, I just come up with the excuse for fun. I do things my way – I don't need other people to tell me what to do or to approve it."

"I'd noticed," Shain said flatly. After a moment, she looked over and adjusted her aim as well, and crossed her stream with Ruth's, making them splash together and send a mixture of yellow and blue fluid spraying downward towards the ground far below.

Ruth gave another laugh. "See, that's what I like about you, you tell it like it is, even to me. Other people get intimidated. Not you." She gave a grin that was barely visible beneath her helmet. "Are you sure you're not interested in me? You do seem to enjoy watching this an awful lot."

Shain said nothing for a moment, then admitted, "Maybe a little." She separated her stream from Ruth's, clenching her muscles as she felt it starting to wane. She wanted the moment to last, even though it could only go on for so long, and pushed out everything she had in her until it brought her stream to a sudden end.

"We've gotta shower after we get back anyway," Ruth told her, "want to have some fun?" She wiggled her hips, letting her stream peter out, then clenched her muscles to force out the last few squirts.

"Commander, please focus, we're on a mission," Shain reminded Ruth, even though she still had her pants open and her hands on the railing.

"Fine, fine," Ruth muttered.

"...I'd want more than fifteen minutes, anyway," Shain added quietly after a moment. After Ruth chuckled, she continued, "What kind of fun did you have in mind?"

Ruth leaned on the railing without doing up her pants either. "The kind where I bust out my strap-on and rail you senseless," she replied.

Shain didn't reply, instead leaning on the railing next to Ruth, staring out over the cityscape. A few moments passed as they both looked out, until Ruth's ears pricked up under her helmet as she heard Shain's voice.

"I'll be waiting in my room when we get back, Commander."