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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "A Leak in the Lab\n\nBy: Red Rocktober\n\nMakoto Nanaya stepped into the lab, taking off her lightweight orange and black coat, hanging it on the stand next to the door for that purpose. The sharp smell of ozone caused her to crinkle her nose, actinic flashes coming from behind a pile of metal on a counter in the middle of the room. She could just see the white tips of Kokonoe's tails swaying to either side of the device she was working on. Tager stood nearby, the enormous red-faced cyborg unconcerned by the sparks flying from the welding going on in front of him.\n\nThe door had barely closed behind the squirrel girl before Kokonoe popped her head up, pink hair done up like a pair of big cat ears on top of her head.\n\n``You're late.''\n\nShe vanished back behind the steel hunk, wires splayed out on one side, LEDs blinking sporadically, and went back to welding whatever it was she was welding. Makoto just rolled her eyes before hitting the switch to turn on the makeshift ventilator fan they had finally convinced her needed to be installed just the previous week. Kokonoe had argued with them on that, insisting that it was just a waste of time, but Makoto and some of the other scientists had finally convinced her to let Tager help them set one up so they wouldn't all suffocate from the various fumes that inevitably arose from the work they were doing.\n\nShe made her way over to the lab table, stepping over half unpacked boxes of equipment and crates of tools. They hadn't finished setting up her lab after the sudden move, but that hadn't stopped Kokonoe from barreling ahead with her research. She had a tendency to be fairly one-track, even if taking the time to organize their supplies would actually make her work more efficient, since they wouldn't have to stop every few hours and dig through the boxes to find whatever tool or equipment she suddenly needed. Still, that's what Tager and Makoto were for. The hybrid girl didn't pretend to fully understand everything they were doing, though she did understand the importance of it.\n\nDespite her skimpy outfit, the orange and black top and tiny orange skirt leaving much of her skin visible, Makoto found herself still a little bit warm in the makeshift lab. Kagura's manor had a sizeable basement, but it was built for storage, not habitation. Other than the pair of box fans they had rigged into the small windows near the ceiling, there wasn't much circulation, and certainly no air conditioning. Again, this was a ``creature comfort,'' and Kokonoe had not deemed it worthwhile to set up when she converted the space to her new lab. She had focused on routing sufficient power and water to run her experiments, and everything else was just a distraction.\n\nMakoto did her best to help out, holding wires, fetching tools. This wasn't her area of expertise but her strength and general resistance to seithr meant she was generally the one to jam her hands in places they shouldn't go if something wasn't working right. She had picked up enough to be able to hook up and read the seithr scopes, calling out numbers to Kokonoe as she ran her experiments.\n\n-\n\nThey worked through the morning, Makoto drinking plenty of fluids to keep herself hydrated. Her hyperactive nature meant she would frequently take a gulp, set her cup down, then pick it right back up and take another swig. By early afternoon the squirrel girl had probably consumed a liter and a half, though she had only just started to notice any kind of feeling of fullness. Her lean form was glistening with beaded perspiration. Despite the sweating, she was vaguely aware of the need to pee by late morning.\n\nMakoto pushed it out of her mind. They were very busy, as they had been since they got there, and she didn't want to tick off Kokonoe. ``I'll sweat most of it out anyway,'' she rationalized to herself.\n\nShe was holding down a pesky sheet of energized metal that kept trying to spring up which would cause it to short against the device's frame and blow out the power for the whole house. It had already happened once and Kokonoe threw an absolute fit, cursing the entire time Tager was away to reset the breakers, whining about the speed of the elevator- or rather the lack thereof.\n\n``Hey Tager would you go dig in the pocket of my cloak? I've got a sandwich in there, I'm hungry.''\n\nThe Red Devil shrugged and walked over to where she had hung it. He was only moderately annoyed at having been relegated to an errand boy. However, he owed Kokonoe his life and would willingly do whatever necessary to help her. His cybernetics meant he couldn't be as directly involved in the experimentation. Something about interference, as well as the risk to his non-human components.\n\nMakoto took one hand off the metal, still easily holding it down despite her small size while she happily munched on the sandwich she'd made. She had learned that if she didn't bring food with her, she might not eat, since Kokonoe didn't want to stop work for anything. After finishing her little lunch, she finished her glass of water to wash it down, shaking it at Tager with a smile, her little squirrel ears upright.\n\nIf he rolled his eyes at her, she couldn't tell behind his orange goggles, but she still suspected he had. Nonetheless, the massive cyborg, towering over the little squirrel girl, refilled her cup at a nearby lab sink and handed it back to her without outward complaint. She lifted it to her mouth to take another sip, but paused with it at her lips. A sensation had worked its way into her awareness, a familiar pressure in her lower abdomen, and growing stronger.\n\n``Hey Koko-''\n\n``No,'' the catgirl interrupted, tails flicking in annoyance.\n\n``But you don't know what I was going to say!'' Makoto protested.\n\n``Don't care. We're busy.'' She didn't bother looking up, and punctuated her sentence with a long crackling zap from her welder, a shower of sparks popping off of it and obscuring her for a moment.\n\nMakoto harrumphed, setting the glass down. ``I just won't drink anymore'' she thought to herself. ``Even Kokonoe has to stop to sleep eventually.'' She ignored the part of her mind that responded that it could be late into the night before that happened.\n\nHer resolve didn't last long, and a after few minutes she was taking a long gulp from the glass of water, cooling herself from the heat of the welder. Makoto grimaced, realizing she'd just made her predicament worse, but there wasn't much to do about it. The lab was sweltering.\n\n``Tager.''\n\n``Yes, Kokonoe,'' the cyborg replied.\n\nShe pointed at a pair of large rectangular tanks on the far side of the converted basement, full of some faintly glowing liquid. Tubes snaked around them and into them, long bundles of wires running from the equipment at their base to a junction box on the table they were currently working at.\n\n``Turn on the aerator and recirculator. We need to get them prepped. This should be ready soon and we can move to the next stage. Switches are down on the left.'' There was determination in her voice and fire in her eyes, apparently pleased with their progress.\n\nTager moved to follow her instruction as she went back to trying to finish assembling the instrument on the table. Makoto's ears perked up and her stomach fell. With the switches on, a pair of pumps began to quietly hum. Bubbles began flowing upwards through the tanks, and the fluid began splashing loudly into the top from the hoses there. She knew that was going to ruin her concentration.\n\n``Kokonoe, I really need to take a minute to-''\n\nThe shorter catgirl whipped her head around to glare at Makoto, the two half-beastkin staring at each other with their golden eyes.\n\n``Whatever it is, we don't have time for it. We're on the edge of a breakthrough and I need you here. Now go keep an eye on the seithr-scope. I'm going to turn this on and I need you to tell me what kind of Formula it's mimicking. We need to calibrate it.''\n\nMakoto sighed, but walked across the lab to the bulky seithr-scope, turning it on and adjusting the dials. She was starting to have a hard time focusing on the readout as the pressure below her stomach was increasing. ``At least I'm not next to that thing, it's a little cooler over here'' she thought, glad that she wouldn't need to keep taking in water without being able to let it out.\n\nStill, as time went on her need grew. Her attention kept getting pulled to the bubbling, splashing sounds across the room, slowly weakening her willpower. She was a small girl and had consumed at least 2 liters of water at this point, and it was still only early afternoon, according to the small digital clock by the elevator. Makoto closed her eyes. She wasn't sure what she was going to do. The half squirrel knew she wasn't going to make it until their typical break for dinner, much less after if Kokonoe tried to push on.\n\nShe began looking around the lab, trying to come up with any way she could relieve herself. Unfortunately now that she was thinking about it more directly, her need made itself more pressing. Makoto clamped her thighs closed, then hiked the over-the-hips bands of her panties a little higher, trying to increase the pressure upwards against her snatch to combat the urge to pee.\n\n``Makoto, focus!''\n\nThe girl snapped back to reality, suddenly aware she must have gotten distracted by her growing issue. Kokonoe was looking at her, furious, tips of the pink pseudo-ears done up in her hair vibrating as she shouted.\n\n``What's the matter with you?''\n\n``Ah, sorry Kokonoe! I've been trying to tell you, I need to pee!'' she replied, trying not to sound too desperate.\n\n``Well hold it. This is important.'' With that, seemingly sure that the matter was closed, Kokonoe returned to her equipment, flipping a few switches and adjusting a slider.\n\n``Hrrnngg,'' Makoto groaned quietly. ``Easy as that, is it? `Just hold it' she says. Hrmph.'' She said it loud enough she knew the other woman would hear, and she saw Kokonoe's true ears twitch, but she didn't react otherwise. She clamped her thighs shut even harder, the friction of shifting back and forth creating a mildly pleasant sensation on her clit, providing some temporary relief.\n\nThe relief came in waves, every time she clenched her thighs shut, the pressure returning when she relaxed her leg muscles. Still, it was enough to continue working for a while. Her voice a little thin, she continued to tell Kokonoe what her equipment was showing. All the while the tanks on the other side of the room were audible in the background.\n\nMaybe another half hour passed like this, Makoto wiggling her butt and squeezing her thighs. A shiver ran through her body, signaling the increased danger of wetting herself.\n\nFrantically she ran around the table and grabbed a rolling stool, thinking maybe sitting down would feel better. She rolled it across the floor and spun the seat to adjust its height. Makoto sat down hard, the cushion hissing a bit as air escaped, and put her elbows on the counter, resting her head in her hands. Her face was practically against the screen of the 'scope, struggling to block out all other stimuli as she reported its readouts to Kokonoe.\n\nIt didn't take long before the sound of splashing and bubbling made its way back into her awareness, and with it her growing need. Makoto was turning back and forth on the stool, fidgeting, trying to distract herself. The display on the seithr scope seemed to be shifting in and out of focus as her bladder yelled at her from below. She was acutely aware of the waistline of her short skirt, which was not typically snug by any means, but now any touch on her stomach felt like the Black Beast was standing on her.\n\nMakoto whimpered as she felt a little dribble of piss make it past her tightly clenched pee-hole, quickly dampening the thin strip of cloth that was her black thong. Kokonoe looked up from her work, shook her head, and went back to what she was doing. The squirrel girl started bouncing on the stool, but quickly stopped. The distraction of the motion was counteracted by the sloshing of all the water inside her.\n\n``Hnnnn,'' she whined, one hand planted firmly under her crotch, wedged between her pussy and the stool seat. She could feel the slight wetness of her thong against her fingers. Finally abandoning her task entirely she screwed her eyes shut, all her focus intent on keeping her internal muscles clamped down hard.\n\nFinally she jumped up.\n\n``Kokonoe, I have to pee! If I don't go RIGHT NOW, I'm going to end up peeing myself!''\n\nShe started making her way towards the elevator, trying to walk as quickly as she could with her knees still knocking together, keeping her thighs closed as best she could. A hand was still squeezed between her legs, likely the only barrier between her and a complete mess.\n\n-\n\n``Wait,'' Kokonoe said. She said it quietly, but adamantly.\n\nMakoto winced, but did as she asked, stopping only about halfway to the elevator. She turned back to face Kokonoe, her brow furrowed in discomfort and concentration.\n\n``WHAT,'' she asked, louder than she meant, but she was nearly bursting. The tanks bubbling gurgling to the side were about to cause her to lose control.\n\n``We're too close. I need you here, I can't have you taking that infernally slow elevator out. Just...pee over there in that corner.'' She waved a hand towards one corner of the basement-turned-laboratory. ``That's just our discarded equipment.''\n\nMakoto almost forgot for a moment just how badly she needed to go, she was so startled by Kokonoe's instruction to just...she wasn't even sure what. Piss on the floor? On some of the discarded equipment?\n\n``But...are you sure?''\n\nKokonoe waved her hand to dismiss her concerns.\n\n``It's fine. Tager will clean it up,'' she said, matter-of-factly.\n\n``Miss Kokonoe, I don't think that's-'' Tager objected.\n\n``Kokonoe are you nuts? That is ridiculous, I can't possibly make-''\n\nThe two talked over each other for a moment, both shocked that she would suggest that the renowned Red Devil, powerful cyborg and nearly unmatched tactician, would be responsible to clean up the diminutive squirrel girl's urine, but also that she would so casually suggest Makoto use the corner of the lab as a bathroom to begin with. While Tager typically did not question Kokonoe's orders, he felt that this one went a little too far. He was embarrassed by the cavalier attitude with which Kokonoe promised his services, as well as the momentary thought that passed through his mind of the admittedly attractive girl being even less clothed than she currently was.\n\nKokonoe held up a hand. Makoto was in no place to argue any more. She needed relief asap. Tager's voice also trailed off. He knew that the pink-haired scientist would tell him that they were at a critical stage in their research, and it was important to the mission of Sector Seven that they finish quickly. Makoto not taking all the time to go up and use a bathroom in the main house was, by extension, also crucial. He sighed.\n\nMakoto hurried over to where Kokonoe had indicated, walking behind a stack of plastic crates full of scrapped gear. She was right, there was a decent open space and nothing but other discarded equipment and materials. Squatting down, Makoto looked towards the other two, making sure that their view was sufficiently obscured.\n\nNow that she was moments from relief the pressure was almost unbearable. Her body seemed to know how close she was and was gearing up to let it out. She was trembling with her legs spread, fumbling as she reached under her short orange skirt to pull her thong aside.\n\nShe had barely moved the black cloth, already damp with her earlier little leak, before the dam broke and her spent water burst from her pisshole. Her pussy lips impeded the flow, breaking up the stream into a wild, hissing spray which quietly splattered onto the floor in front of her. With one hand on the floor behind her to steady herself, almost resting back against her big bushy tail, she spread herself open with the other. Her pee cohered into a clear stream that arced out, splashing on the floor much more loudly.\n\nMakoto sighed, closing her amber eyes, as the pain in her abdomen began to abate. Her urine quickly began to form a puddle in front of her, but her stream had so much pressure it was hitting the stacked crates that were blocking her from the view of her compatriots. It splattered against the metal scrap with a hollow ``tink-tink'' and dripping down.\n\nTager looked away. He was tall enough that he could see her face and the relief that washed over it. Her cheeks were flushed, though that was probably as much from the temperature as anything else. Kokonoe noticed a thin mist was making it through the permeable wall of trashed equipment, catching the light as it fell slowly to the ground.\n\nThe pissing half-squirrel shuddered as her body bore down, forcing her pee out as quickly as her little pee-hole could handle. She groaned quietly, the relief so intense it was bordering on sexual. She was surprised how good it felt to let herself go on the floor, squatting with her legs spread. It wasn't something she had really thought about doing before, but there was a freedom to it, both psychologically as well as physically.\n\nThe body is simply better designed to pee in that position than sitting, and the convenience of it- knowing that someone else was going to be the one dealing with the cleanup of it, added to the relief. Her bladder somewhat deflated she straightened up, still squatting, tail straightening and twitching to keep her balance, and looked down at her work. Her piss was spreading out in a large yellow-tinted puddle across the sealed concrete floor.\n\nIn her new position her stream jetted straight downwards, the force causing it to splatter onto her orange boots. The golden caps glistened with little droplets. Makoto giggled and spread her legs wider to avoid the growing puddle, tail waving again as she shifted her weight.\n\nHer stream was certainly starting to subside, though she was not empty yet. The sound nearly matched the splashing of the recirculating fluids in the tank across the lab, though the much shallower puddle produced a higher pitch tinkling sound.\n\nMakoto sighed as her stream started to lessen. She tensed herself, abs visibly flexing and already flat stomach pulling in somewhat, as she bore down on her bladder. The last of her pee hissed out with renewed force, pouring out from between her pink lips to splash into the sizable pool on the floor. Finally it subsided to a trickle, then just a few drops. The girl clenched her internal muscles to squeeze the last drops out. Had an observer been directly under her, they would have seen her holes ``wink'' as she finished relieving herself.\n\nShe bounced on her heels a few times, shaking any clinging liquid off before slipping her thong back into its place, covering just enough for modesty's sake. Makoto looked at her handiwork, the big puddle running off to her right, away from the wall, still slowly spreading. She smirked when she saw how much she'd gotten on the crates in front of her, wondering if Tager would bother to actually clean those or not.\n\nHer coy smile turned to a frown as she noted the glistening drops on her boots. ``Can't have that, those toe-caps might tarnish!'' she thought.\n\n``Hey Tager, I need your help.''\n\nThe hulking cyborg roused himself from his studied disinterest in the situation on Makoto's side of the crates.\n\n``Yes, miss Makoto? What is it you need?''\n\nShe asked him to toss her the roll of shop towels next to Kokonoe. He was momentarily concerned they would just land in the puddle, but then realized that was where they would end up being used anyway. Carefully, making sure it wouldn't unroll after he thew it, Tager tossed the shop towels over the pile of crates. He tried to give its trajectory enough altitude that she had plenty of time to see it coming.\n\nCatching it easily, she thanked him and wiped down her boots. Satisfied, Makoto stood up and set the roll on the makeshift privacy screen before making her way back to her work station. Tager begrudgingly headed towards the impromptu toilet.\n\n``Feeling better?'' Kokonoe asked?\n\n``Oh, MUCH,'' she replied. ``Thanks Kokonoe.''\n\nMakoto felt the smallest pang of guilt and turned, the light brown tips of her hair swishing. ``And thanks, Tager.''\n\nHe didn't respond, merely looking dejectedly down from the puddle to the roll of towels in his hand, back to the squirrel pee on the floor. Makoto practically bounced back over to the seithr-scope to return to work with Kokonoe.\n\nWith a sigh, Tager pulled every rectangle off the roll and laid it down on the floor to start absorbing the piss. The blue sheet darkened in small spots where they landed, the liquid quickly spreading to each corner and completely soaking the towels. He realized it still wasn't enough and made his way to the elevator so he could get some more, as well as a trash bag to place all the saturated rags.\n\nHe stood in the elevator, waiting for the door to close, watching the two women as they worked. They didn't even acknowledge him, somehow not noticing the 8 foot red mountain of a man was leaving the lab. With a quiet ding, the doors shut.\n\n-\n\nThe following afternoon, Kokonoe and Makoto are working on the pumps to the large vats of fluid, fine tuning the aeration. Each one now holds an amorphous blob in the center, floating, almost seeming to pulse. Makoto didn't ask what they were, and Kokonoe didn't tell her.\n\nHanding the half squirrel a spanner, Kokonoe excused herself.\n\n``Pardon me for a moment. Keep going, tighten those two bolts to exactly 23.2 Newtons.''\n\nMakoto just nodded, flipping a small screen down over her right eye and placing the wrench on the first bolt, slowly tightening it until the readout said it was the proper torque.\n\nKokonoe made her way across the lab, walking behind the crates and piles of scrap that had hidden Makoto's urination the day before. Tager was busy watching Makoto and did not notice where she was going or her apparent intent. The petite catgirl paused, however, taking a moment to sort out the logistics.\n\nShe wasn't wearing her usual long-sleeved white Kaka jacket due to how warm it stayed in the basement. Nonetheless, her tight red capris would be a pain to lower enough to be able to squat, not to mention that her long pink hair would be difficult to keep out of the way. After only a moment, she had her solution.\n\nGrabbing an empty crate from the corner, she set it on the floor upside down. Easily pushing her already low-riding pants down to her knees, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties to pull them down with the capris, revealing a tiny triangle of trim pink hair on her mound.\n\nShe sat down on the plastic crate, twin tails waving placidly, and pulled her long ponytail up off the ground and into her lap. Not totally satisfied with the solution, as the gridded shape of the crate pushed into her butt and thighs, she frowned. ``Still better than that damn slow elevator,'' she rationalized.\n\nWith a shrug, casually pushing her glasses up her nose, she relaxed herself, allowing her piss to pour through the holes in the crate onto the floor. Kokonoe sighed quietly, enjoying the convenience of their new ``bathroom.'' She looked down and saw the puddle starting to seep out from under the rim of the crate and picked up her feet, bracing them against the side.\n\nAs soon as he heard liquid hitting the floor, Tager turned and saw the pink triangles of Kokonoe's hair, her pseudo-ears, poking up above the row of boxes.\n\n``Miss Kokonoe, are you serious?'' he asked, incredulous. She responded only by squeezing her internal muscles, the pattering sound of the catgirl's pee increasing noticeably in volume.\n\nThe cyborg assumed there was no way he would be asked to clean it up again. The day before was an anomaly, an emergency. He grumbled but turned away, not wanting to be rude. He didn't think about the fact that, whether he would be the one to clean it or not, there was nothing in the lab to clean with. He had used up what he'd brought down the day before to clean Makoto's pee.\n\nKokonoe shifted a little on the crate, her stream hitting the plastic grid and spraying back onto her thighs. Startled she clenched and cut off the stream. Her abs tensed as a bit of pain radiated from her crotch and her bladder at the sudden stop, but it passed quickly. Improvising once more she scooted up to the front edge of the crate she was sitting on, grabbed her legs under her knees, and leaned back.\n\nWith her knees together and feet apart, Kokonoe momentarily regretted not removing her pants entirely. Her pussy exposed between her thighs, she relaxed once more and the internal pressure forced her pee out in a golden arc, splashing into the puddle on the floor like some lewd fountain sculpture. As she emptied herself she bore down, intensifying her stream for a moment before it subsided to a trickle, the last of her pee unable to overcome gravity to arc forward, running down her slit to drip off of her petite ass.\n\nFinally finished, she stood on the crate as she looked for something to dry herself off with. Despite her short stature she was tall enough that the ``V'' where her hips met her thighs, along with the very front of her slit, were visible above the little privacy wall. She spotted a small box of lens wipes on the counter. Leaning over to grab them, careful not to fall into her puddle of catgirl pee, she grabbed it and used the thin squares to wipe her pale cheeks, tossing them to the floor as they quickly became saturated. Spreading her legs as much as her pants would allow, she gently dabbed at her snatch. While the tissue was designed not to scratch delicate glass lenses, somehow it felt scratchy against her sensitive clit.\n\nSatisfied she was dry, she wiggled her hips as she pulled her panties and capris back up, not bothering to button them so they hung loose. Kokonoe hopped off the crate, avoiding her mess which was decidedly smaller than the one Makoto had made before, though she hadn't waited until she was absolutely desperate in order to relieve herself.\n\n``You're up, Tager,'' was all she said as she rejoined the pair by the bubbling tanks, kneeling down next to Makoto and grabbing a multimeter to start checking some connections.\n\n``Miss Kokonoe, please. You seriously can't expect me to keep doing this,'' he said, his deep voice plaintive.\n\n``You're not doing much else around here, Tager. Make yourself useful,'' she replied, not looking up from her work.\n\nHe paused before asking, ``Is this going to be a daily event? You do know this house has actual bathrooms, right?''\n\nThis time she didn't respond, ignoring him entirely. With a quiet grumble the red-skinned cyborg lumbered to the elevator and left to collect some more cleaning supplies. He was mentally putting together a checklist of everything he needed to get, since apparently this was not going to be a one time thing.\n\nA few minutes after the elevator doors shut, Makoto looked back over her shoulder, wondering how long it would be before he was back.\n\n``Can we wait a moment Kokonoe? I kinda need to pee too,'' she asked.\n\n``Yeah, go ahead. Might as well go now before he gets back,'' she replied, sitting down and taking a breather.\n\nMakoto stood and made her way across the lab, stopping short as she rounded the corner to see the puddle of Kokonoe's urine, she realized she wasn't going to be able to squat and relieve herself in privacy like she had before. She stepped forward just enough that she was obscured by the stacks from her stomach and down. With a shrug the squirrel hybrid reached under her skirt to move her thong to the side, the rolled up cloth digging into her mound.\n\nShe flipped the front panel of her skirt up, the long buckles hanging down to the tops of her thighs. Planting her feet wide, she reached down to spread her pink lips with her fingers. Since she wasn't nearly as desperate as she had been the previous day, even once she relaxed her stream didn't start for a few moments, finally coming out in a thin stream, falling straight to the ground.\n\nMakoto grinned, wiggling her butt a little, causing her stream to wave back and forth. The mostly-clear liquid was splattering on the floor in an expanding puddle, slowly flowing towards the existing pool of Kokonoe's previously expelled pee. Seeing several of the tissues that the catgirl had dropped on the ground outside the puddle, she decided to see if she could aim at all, and turned and bucked her hips forward. She bore down and forced the stream to shoot out in front of her, instead of straight down between her legs. She giggled, soaking the tissues.\n\nTager stepped out of the elevator and saw Makoto standing over in the corner, though he could only see her top third, and her bushy squirrel's tail. He didn't know what she was doing but didn't expect that she would be pissing. He walked over, rounding the corner to see the bottom of her bare ass below her short skirt, pee dropping from between her legs to splash on the ground.\n\n``Oh!'' was all he said, freezing in place and unsure what to do.\n\n``Hey, what the hell? Give a girl a little privacy, would ya?'' she angrily admonished him, glaring at him over her shoulder.\n\n``I'm sorry miss Makoto, I didn't realize- I was just coming over to clean- I thought you might-'' He was struggling for words, trying to explain that it wasn't intentional, and in his embarrassment he still didn't turn away.\n\n``I said turn around you big lunk!'' she shouted, though she made no moves to cover herself or stop peeing.\n\nHe finally did, turning his back to her and walking a few paces away. She had been nearly done as it was, her stream reduced to a mere trickle, falling in separate drops. She squeezed the last of it out, crouching down and shaking her butt to get any pee that might be clinging to her to flick off.\n\nMakoto flipped her skirt back down and readjusted her thong so it once more covered her pussy. With a furrowed brow and a glare in Tager's direction she let him know that she was finished and he could get to work. The squirrel girl walked over to Kokonoe so that they could continue their experimentation.\n\n PAGE 11 \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A Leak in the Lab

By: Red Rocktober

Makoto Nanaya stepped into the lab, taking off her lightweight orange and black coat, hanging it on the stand next to the door for that purpose. The sharp smell of ozone caused her to crinkle her nose, actinic flashes coming from behind a pile of metal on a counter in the middle of the room. She could just see the white tips of Kokonoe's tails swaying to either side of the device she was working on. Tager stood nearby, the enormous red-faced cyborg unconcerned by the sparks flying from the welding going on in front of him.

The door had barely closed behind the squirrel girl before Kokonoe popped her head up, pink hair done up like a pair of big cat ears on top of her head.

``You're late.''

She vanished back behind the steel hunk, wires splayed out on one side, LEDs blinking sporadically, and went back to welding whatever it was she was welding. Makoto just rolled her eyes before hitting the switch to turn on the makeshift ventilator fan they had finally convinced her needed to be installed just the previous week. Kokonoe had argued with them on that, insisting that it was just a waste of time, but Makoto and some of the other scientists had finally convinced her to let Tager help them set one up so they wouldn't all suffocate from the various fumes that inevitably arose from the work they were doing.

She made her way over to the lab table, stepping over half unpacked boxes of equipment and crates of tools. They hadn't finished setting up her lab after the sudden move, but that hadn't stopped Kokonoe from barreling ahead with her research. She had a tendency to be fairly one-track, even if taking the time to organize their supplies would actually make her work more efficient, since they wouldn't have to stop every few hours and dig through the boxes to find whatever tool or equipment she suddenly needed. Still, that's what Tager and Makoto were for. The hybrid girl didn't pretend to fully understand everything they were doing, though she did understand the importance of it.

Despite her skimpy outfit, the orange and black top and tiny orange skirt leaving much of her skin visible, Makoto found herself still a little bit warm in the makeshift lab. Kagura's manor had a sizeable basement, but it was built for storage, not habitation. Other than the pair of box fans they had rigged into the small windows near the ceiling, there wasn't much circulation, and certainly no air conditioning. Again, this was a ``creature comfort,'' and Kokonoe had not deemed it worthwhile to set up when she converted the space to her new lab. She had focused on routing sufficient power and water to run her experiments, and everything else was just a distraction.

Makoto did her best to help out, holding wires, fetching tools. This wasn't her area of expertise but her strength and general resistance to seithr meant she was generally the one to jam her hands in places they shouldn't go if something wasn't working right. She had picked up enough to be able to hook up and read the seithr scopes, calling out numbers to Kokonoe as she ran her experiments.

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They worked through the morning, Makoto drinking plenty of fluids to keep herself hydrated. Her hyperactive nature meant she would frequently take a gulp, set her cup down, then pick it right back up and take another swig. By early afternoon the squirrel girl had probably consumed a liter and a half, though she had only just started to notice any kind of feeling of fullness. Her lean form was glistening with beaded perspiration. Despite the sweating, she was vaguely aware of the need to pee by late morning.

Makoto pushed it out of her mind. They were very busy, as they had been since they got there, and she didn't want to tick off Kokonoe. ``I'll sweat most of it out anyway,'' she rationalized to herself.

She was holding down a pesky sheet of energized metal that kept trying to spring up which would cause it to short against the device's frame and blow out the power for the whole house. It had already happened once and Kokonoe threw an absolute fit, cursing the entire time Tager was away to reset the breakers, whining about the speed of the elevator- or rather the lack thereof.

``Hey Tager would you go dig in the pocket of my cloak? I've got a sandwich in there, I'm hungry.''

The Red Devil shrugged and walked over to where she had hung it. He was only moderately annoyed at having been relegated to an errand boy. However, he owed Kokonoe his life and would willingly do whatever necessary to help her. His cybernetics meant he couldn't be as directly involved in the experimentation. Something about interference, as well as the risk to his non-human components.

Makoto took one hand off the metal, still easily holding it down despite her small size while she happily munched on the sandwich she'd made. She had learned that if she didn't bring food with her, she might not eat, since Kokonoe didn't want to stop work for anything. After finishing her little lunch, she finished her glass of water to wash it down, shaking it at Tager with a smile, her little squirrel ears upright.

If he rolled his eyes at her, she couldn't tell behind his orange goggles, but she still suspected he had. Nonetheless, the massive cyborg, towering over the little squirrel girl, refilled her cup at a nearby lab sink and handed it back to her without outward complaint. She lifted it to her mouth to take another sip, but paused with it at her lips. A sensation had worked its way into her awareness, a familiar pressure in her lower abdomen, and growing stronger.

``Hey Koko-''

``No,'' the catgirl interrupted, tails flicking in annoyance.

``But you don't know what I was going to say!'' Makoto protested.

``Don't care. We're busy.'' She didn't bother looking up, and punctuated her sentence with a long crackling zap from her welder, a shower of sparks popping off of it and obscuring her for a moment.

Makoto harrumphed, setting the glass down. ``I just won't drink anymore'' she thought to herself. ``Even Kokonoe has to stop to sleep eventually.'' She ignored the part of her mind that responded that it could be late into the night before that happened.

Her resolve didn't last long, and a after few minutes she was taking a long gulp from the glass of water, cooling herself from the heat of the welder. Makoto grimaced, realizing she'd just made her predicament worse, but there wasn't much to do about it. The lab was sweltering.

``Tager.''

``Yes, Kokonoe,'' the cyborg replied.

She pointed at a pair of large rectangular tanks on the far side of the converted basement, full of some faintly glowing liquid. Tubes snaked around them and into them, long bundles of wires running from the equipment at their base to a junction box on the table they were currently working at.

``Turn on the aerator and recirculator. We need to get them prepped. This should be ready soon and we can move to the next stage. Switches are down on the left.'' There was determination in her voice and fire in her eyes, apparently pleased with their progress.

Tager moved to follow her instruction as she went back to trying to finish assembling the instrument on the table. Makoto's ears perked up and her stomach fell. With the switches on, a pair of pumps began to quietly hum. Bubbles began flowing upwards through the tanks, and the fluid began splashing loudly into the top from the hoses there. She knew that was going to ruin her concentration.

``Kokonoe, I really need to take a minute to-''

The shorter catgirl whipped her head around to glare at Makoto, the two half-beastkin staring at each other with their golden eyes.

``Whatever it is, we don't have time for it. We're on the edge of a breakthrough and I need you here. Now go keep an eye on the seithr-scope. I'm going to turn this on and I need you to tell me what kind of Formula it's mimicking. We need to calibrate it.''

Makoto sighed, but walked across the lab to the bulky seithr-scope, turning it on and adjusting the dials. She was starting to have a hard time focusing on the readout as the pressure below her stomach was increasing. ``At least I'm not next to that thing, it's a little cooler over here'' she thought, glad that she wouldn't need to keep taking in water without being able to let it out.

Still, as time went on her need grew. Her attention kept getting pulled to the bubbling, splashing sounds across the room, slowly weakening her willpower. She was a small girl and had consumed at least 2 liters of water at this point, and it was still only early afternoon, according to the small digital clock by the elevator. Makoto closed her eyes. She wasn't sure what she was going to do. The half squirrel knew she wasn't going to make it until their typical break for dinner, much less after if Kokonoe tried to push on.

She began looking around the lab, trying to come up with any way she could relieve herself. Unfortunately now that she was thinking about it more directly, her need made itself more pressing. Makoto clamped her thighs closed, then hiked the over-the-hips bands of her panties a little higher, trying to increase the pressure upwards against her snatch to combat the urge to pee.

``Makoto, focus!''

The girl snapped back to reality, suddenly aware she must have gotten distracted by her growing issue. Kokonoe was looking at her, furious, tips of the pink pseudo-ears done up in her hair vibrating as she shouted.

``What's the matter with you?''

``Ah, sorry Kokonoe! I've been trying to tell you, I need to pee!'' she replied, trying not to sound too desperate.

``Well hold it. This is important.'' With that, seemingly sure that the matter was closed, Kokonoe returned to her equipment, flipping a few switches and adjusting a slider.

``Hrrnngg,'' Makoto groaned quietly. ``Easy as that, is it? `Just hold it' she says. Hrmph.'' She said it loud enough she knew the other woman would hear, and she saw Kokonoe's true ears twitch, but she didn't react otherwise. She clamped her thighs shut even harder, the friction of shifting back and forth creating a mildly pleasant sensation on her clit, providing some temporary relief.

The relief came in waves, every time she clenched her thighs shut, the pressure returning when she relaxed her leg muscles. Still, it was enough to continue working for a while. Her voice a little thin, she continued to tell Kokonoe what her equipment was showing. All the while the tanks on the other side of the room were audible in the background.

Maybe another half hour passed like this, Makoto wiggling her butt and squeezing her thighs. A shiver ran through her body, signaling the increased danger of wetting herself.

Frantically she ran around the table and grabbed a rolling stool, thinking maybe sitting down would feel better. She rolled it across the floor and spun the seat to adjust its height. Makoto sat down hard, the cushion hissing a bit as air escaped, and put her elbows on the counter, resting her head in her hands. Her face was practically against the screen of the 'scope, struggling to block out all other stimuli as she reported its readouts to Kokonoe.

It didn't take long before the sound of splashing and bubbling made its way back into her awareness, and with it her growing need. Makoto was turning back and forth on the stool, fidgeting, trying to distract herself. The display on the seithr scope seemed to be shifting in and out of focus as her bladder yelled at her from below. She was acutely aware of the waistline of her short skirt, which was not typically snug by any means, but now any touch on her stomach felt like the Black Beast was standing on her.

Makoto whimpered as she felt a little dribble of piss make it past her tightly clenched pee-hole, quickly dampening the thin strip of cloth that was her black thong. Kokonoe looked up from her work, shook her head, and went back to what she was doing. The squirrel girl started bouncing on the stool, but quickly stopped. The distraction of the motion was counteracted by the sloshing of all the water inside her.

``Hnnnn,'' she whined, one hand planted firmly under her crotch, wedged between her pussy and the stool seat. She could feel the slight wetness of her thong against her fingers. Finally abandoning her task entirely she screwed her eyes shut, all her focus intent on keeping her internal muscles clamped down hard.

Finally she jumped up.

``Kokonoe, I have to pee! If I don't go RIGHT NOW, I'm going to end up peeing myself!''

She started making her way towards the elevator, trying to walk as quickly as she could with her knees still knocking together, keeping her thighs closed as best she could. A hand was still squeezed between her legs, likely the only barrier between her and a complete mess.

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``Wait,'' Kokonoe said. She said it quietly, but adamantly.

Makoto winced, but did as she asked, stopping only about halfway to the elevator. She turned back to face Kokonoe, her brow furrowed in discomfort and concentration.

``WHAT,'' she asked, louder than she meant, but she was nearly bursting. The tanks bubbling gurgling to the side were about to cause her to lose control.

``We're too close. I need you here, I can't have you taking that infernally slow elevator out. Just...pee over there in that corner.'' She waved a hand towards one corner of the basement-turned-laboratory. ``That's just our discarded equipment.''

Makoto almost forgot for a moment just how badly she needed to go, she was so startled by Kokonoe's instruction to just...she wasn't even sure what. Piss on the floor? On some of the discarded equipment?

``But...are you sure?''

Kokonoe waved her hand to dismiss her concerns.

``It's fine. Tager will clean it up,'' she said, matter-of-factly.

``Miss Kokonoe, I don't think that's-'' Tager objected.

``Kokonoe are you nuts? That is ridiculous, I can't possibly make-''

The two talked over each other for a moment, both shocked that she would suggest that the renowned Red Devil, powerful cyborg and nearly unmatched tactician, would be responsible to clean up the diminutive squirrel girl's urine, but also that she would so casually suggest Makoto use the corner of the lab as a bathroom to begin with. While Tager typically did not question Kokonoe's orders, he felt that this one went a little too far. He was embarrassed by the cavalier attitude with which Kokonoe promised his services, as well as the momentary thought that passed through his mind of the admittedly attractive girl being even less clothed than she currently was.

Kokonoe held up a hand. Makoto was in no place to argue any more. She needed relief asap. Tager's voice also trailed off. He knew that the pink-haired scientist would tell him that they were at a critical stage in their research, and it was important to the mission of Sector Seven that they finish quickly. Makoto not taking all the time to go up and use a bathroom in the main house was, by extension, also crucial. He sighed.

Makoto hurried over to where Kokonoe had indicated, walking behind a stack of plastic crates full of scrapped gear. She was right, there was a decent open space and nothing but other discarded equipment and materials. Squatting down, Makoto looked towards the other two, making sure that their view was sufficiently obscured.

Now that she was moments from relief the pressure was almost unbearable. Her body seemed to know how close she was and was gearing up to let it out. She was trembling with her legs spread, fumbling as she reached under her short orange skirt to pull her thong aside.

She had barely moved the black cloth, already damp with her earlier little leak, before the dam broke and her spent water burst from her pisshole. Her pussy lips impeded the flow, breaking up the stream into a wild, hissing spray which quietly splattered onto the floor in front of her. With one hand on the floor behind her to steady herself, almost resting back against her big bushy tail, she spread herself open with the other. Her pee cohered into a clear stream that arced out, splashing on the floor much more loudly.

Makoto sighed, closing her amber eyes, as the pain in her abdomen began to abate. Her urine quickly began to form a puddle in front of her, but her stream had so much pressure it was hitting the stacked crates that were blocking her from the view of her compatriots. It splattered against the metal scrap with a hollow ``tink-tink'' and dripping down.

Tager looked away. He was tall enough that he could see her face and the relief that washed over it. Her cheeks were flushed, though that was probably as much from the temperature as anything else. Kokonoe noticed a thin mist was making it through the permeable wall of trashed equipment, catching the light as it fell slowly to the ground.

The pissing half-squirrel shuddered as her body bore down, forcing her pee out as quickly as her little pee-hole could handle. She groaned quietly, the relief so intense it was bordering on sexual. She was surprised how good it felt to let herself go on the floor, squatting with her legs spread. It wasn't something she had really thought about doing before, but there was a freedom to it, both psychologically as well as physically.

The body is simply better designed to pee in that position than sitting, and the convenience of it- knowing that someone else was going to be the one dealing with the cleanup of it, added to the relief. Her bladder somewhat deflated she straightened up, still squatting, tail straightening and twitching to keep her balance, and looked down at her work. Her piss was spreading out in a large yellow-tinted puddle across the sealed concrete floor.

In her new position her stream jetted straight downwards, the force causing it to splatter onto her orange boots. The golden caps glistened with little droplets. Makoto giggled and spread her legs wider to avoid the growing puddle, tail waving again as she shifted her weight.

Her stream was certainly starting to subside, though she was not empty yet. The sound nearly matched the splashing of the recirculating fluids in the tank across the lab, though the much shallower puddle produced a higher pitch tinkling sound.

Makoto sighed as her stream started to lessen. She tensed herself, abs visibly flexing and already flat stomach pulling in somewhat, as she bore down on her bladder. The last of her pee hissed out with renewed force, pouring out from between her pink lips to splash into the sizable pool on the floor. Finally it subsided to a trickle, then just a few drops. The girl clenched her internal muscles to squeeze the last drops out. Had an observer been directly under her, they would have seen her holes ``wink'' as she finished relieving herself.

She bounced on her heels a few times, shaking any clinging liquid off before slipping her thong back into its place, covering just enough for modesty's sake. Makoto looked at her handiwork, the big puddle running off to her right, away from the wall, still slowly spreading. She smirked when she saw how much she'd gotten on the crates in front of her, wondering if Tager would bother to actually clean those or not.

Her coy smile turned to a frown as she noted the glistening drops on her boots. ``Can't have that, those toe-caps might tarnish!'' she thought.

``Hey Tager, I need your help.''

The hulking cyborg roused himself from his studied disinterest in the situation on Makoto's side of the crates.

``Yes, miss Makoto? What is it you need?''

She asked him to toss her the roll of shop towels next to Kokonoe. He was momentarily concerned they would just land in the puddle, but then realized that was where they would end up being used anyway. Carefully, making sure it wouldn't unroll after he thew it, Tager tossed the shop towels over the pile of crates. He tried to give its trajectory enough altitude that she had plenty of time to see it coming.

Catching it easily, she thanked him and wiped down her boots. Satisfied, Makoto stood up and set the roll on the makeshift privacy screen before making her way back to her work station. Tager begrudgingly headed towards the impromptu toilet.

``Feeling better?'' Kokonoe asked?

``Oh, MUCH,'' she replied. ``Thanks Kokonoe.''

Makoto felt the smallest pang of guilt and turned, the light brown tips of her hair swishing. ``And thanks, Tager.''

He didn't respond, merely looking dejectedly down from the puddle to the roll of towels in his hand, back to the squirrel pee on the floor. Makoto practically bounced back over to the seithr-scope to return to work with Kokonoe.

With a sigh, Tager pulled every rectangle off the roll and laid it down on the floor to start absorbing the piss. The blue sheet darkened in small spots where they landed, the liquid quickly spreading to each corner and completely soaking the towels. He realized it still wasn't enough and made his way to the elevator so he could get some more, as well as a trash bag to place all the saturated rags.

He stood in the elevator, waiting for the door to close, watching the two women as they worked. They didn't even acknowledge him, somehow not noticing the 8 foot red mountain of a man was leaving the lab. With a quiet ding, the doors shut.

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The following afternoon, Kokonoe and Makoto are working on the pumps to the large vats of fluid, fine tuning the aeration. Each one now holds an amorphous blob in the center, floating, almost seeming to pulse. Makoto didn't ask what they were, and Kokonoe didn't tell her.

Handing the half squirrel a spanner, Kokonoe excused herself.

``Pardon me for a moment. Keep going, tighten those two bolts to exactly 23.2 Newtons.''

Makoto just nodded, flipping a small screen down over her right eye and placing the wrench on the first bolt, slowly tightening it until the readout said it was the proper torque.

Kokonoe made her way across the lab, walking behind the crates and piles of scrap that had hidden Makoto's urination the day before. Tager was busy watching Makoto and did not notice where she was going or her apparent intent. The petite catgirl paused, however, taking a moment to sort out the logistics.

She wasn't wearing her usual long-sleeved white Kaka jacket due to how warm it stayed in the basement. Nonetheless, her tight red capris would be a pain to lower enough to be able to squat, not to mention that her long pink hair would be difficult to keep out of the way. After only a moment, she had her solution.

Grabbing an empty crate from the corner, she set it on the floor upside down. Easily pushing her already low-riding pants down to her knees, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties to pull them down with the capris, revealing a tiny triangle of trim pink hair on her mound.

She sat down on the plastic crate, twin tails waving placidly, and pulled her long ponytail up off the ground and into her lap. Not totally satisfied with the solution, as the gridded shape of the crate pushed into her butt and thighs, she frowned. ``Still better than that damn slow elevator,'' she rationalized.

With a shrug, casually pushing her glasses up her nose, she relaxed herself, allowing her piss to pour through the holes in the crate onto the floor. Kokonoe sighed quietly, enjoying the convenience of their new ``bathroom.'' She looked down and saw the puddle starting to seep out from under the rim of the crate and picked up her feet, bracing them against the side.

As soon as he heard liquid hitting the floor, Tager turned and saw the pink triangles of Kokonoe's hair, her pseudo-ears, poking up above the row of boxes.

``Miss Kokonoe, are you serious?'' he asked, incredulous. She responded only by squeezing her internal muscles, the pattering sound of the catgirl's pee increasing noticeably in volume.

The cyborg assumed there was no way he would be asked to clean it up again. The day before was an anomaly, an emergency. He grumbled but turned away, not wanting to be rude. He didn't think about the fact that, whether he would be the one to clean it or not, there was nothing in the lab to clean with. He had used up what he'd brought down the day before to clean Makoto's pee.

Kokonoe shifted a little on the crate, her stream hitting the plastic grid and spraying back onto her thighs. Startled she clenched and cut off the stream. Her abs tensed as a bit of pain radiated from her crotch and her bladder at the sudden stop, but it passed quickly. Improvising once more she scooted up to the front edge of the crate she was sitting on, grabbed her legs under her knees, and leaned back.

With her knees together and feet apart, Kokonoe momentarily regretted not removing her pants entirely. Her pussy exposed between her thighs, she relaxed once more and the internal pressure forced her pee out in a golden arc, splashing into the puddle on the floor like some lewd fountain sculpture. As she emptied herself she bore down, intensifying her stream for a moment before it subsided to a trickle, the last of her pee unable to overcome gravity to arc forward, running down her slit to drip off of her petite ass.

Finally finished, she stood on the crate as she looked for something to dry herself off with. Despite her short stature she was tall enough that the ``V'' where her hips met her thighs, along with the very front of her slit, were visible above the little privacy wall. She spotted a small box of lens wipes on the counter. Leaning over to grab them, careful not to fall into her puddle of catgirl pee, she grabbed it and used the thin squares to wipe her pale cheeks, tossing them to the floor as they quickly became saturated. Spreading her legs as much as her pants would allow, she gently dabbed at her snatch. While the tissue was designed not to scratch delicate glass lenses, somehow it felt scratchy against her sensitive clit.

Satisfied she was dry, she wiggled her hips as she pulled her panties and capris back up, not bothering to button them so they hung loose. Kokonoe hopped off the crate, avoiding her mess which was decidedly smaller than the one Makoto had made before, though she hadn't waited until she was absolutely desperate in order to relieve herself.

``You're up, Tager,'' was all she said as she rejoined the pair by the bubbling tanks, kneeling down next to Makoto and grabbing a multimeter to start checking some connections.

``Miss Kokonoe, please. You seriously can't expect me to keep doing this,'' he said, his deep voice plaintive.

``You're not doing much else around here, Tager. Make yourself useful,'' she replied, not looking up from her work.

He paused before asking, ``Is this going to be a daily event? You do know this house has actual bathrooms, right?''

This time she didn't respond, ignoring him entirely. With a quiet grumble the red-skinned cyborg lumbered to the elevator and left to collect some more cleaning supplies. He was mentally putting together a checklist of everything he needed to get, since apparently this was not going to be a one time thing.

A few minutes after the elevator doors shut, Makoto looked back over her shoulder, wondering how long it would be before he was back.

``Can we wait a moment Kokonoe? I kinda need to pee too,'' she asked.

``Yeah, go ahead. Might as well go now before he gets back,'' she replied, sitting down and taking a breather.

Makoto stood and made her way across the lab, stopping short as she rounded the corner to see the puddle of Kokonoe's urine, she realized she wasn't going to be able to squat and relieve herself in privacy like she had before. She stepped forward just enough that she was obscured by the stacks from her stomach and down. With a shrug the squirrel hybrid reached under her skirt to move her thong to the side, the rolled up cloth digging into her mound.

She flipped the front panel of her skirt up, the long buckles hanging down to the tops of her thighs. Planting her feet wide, she reached down to spread her pink lips with her fingers. Since she wasn't nearly as desperate as she had been the previous day, even once she relaxed her stream didn't start for a few moments, finally coming out in a thin stream, falling straight to the ground.

Makoto grinned, wiggling her butt a little, causing her stream to wave back and forth. The mostly-clear liquid was splattering on the floor in an expanding puddle, slowly flowing towards the existing pool of Kokonoe's previously expelled pee. Seeing several of the tissues that the catgirl had dropped on the ground outside the puddle, she decided to see if she could aim at all, and turned and bucked her hips forward. She bore down and forced the stream to shoot out in front of her, instead of straight down between her legs. She giggled, soaking the tissues.

Tager stepped out of the elevator and saw Makoto standing over in the corner, though he could only see her top third, and her bushy squirrel's tail. He didn't know what she was doing but didn't expect that she would be pissing. He walked over, rounding the corner to see the bottom of her bare ass below her short skirt, pee dropping from between her legs to splash on the ground.

``Oh!'' was all he said, freezing in place and unsure what to do.

``Hey, what the hell? Give a girl a little privacy, would ya?'' she angrily admonished him, glaring at him over her shoulder.

``I'm sorry miss Makoto, I didn't realize- I was just coming over to clean- I thought you might-'' He was struggling for words, trying to explain that it wasn't intentional, and in his embarrassment he still didn't turn away.

``I said turn around you big lunk!'' she shouted, though she made no moves to cover herself or stop peeing.

He finally did, turning his back to her and walking a few paces away. She had been nearly done as it was, her stream reduced to a mere trickle, falling in separate drops. She squeezed the last of it out, crouching down and shaking her butt to get any pee that might be clinging to her to flick off.

Makoto flipped her skirt back down and readjusted her thong so it once more covered her pussy. With a furrowed brow and a glare in Tager's direction she let him know that she was finished and he could get to work. The squirrel girl walked over to Kokonoe so that they could continue their experimentation.

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