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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Desperate Times, Desperate Measures\n\nBy: RedRocktober\n\n``Is everything all right Miss Makoto?'' Tager asked.\n\nThe squirrel girl just frowned as they walked. She was twitchy, and not just because she kept seeing pairs of red eyes peering at them from the dark alleys, one or more of the Kaka watching their progress as they slowly made their way up from the lower levels of the 13th Hierarchical City. Makoto wasn't too worried about them, though there was always a chance one would give in to their generational anger at the NOL for what had been done to their clan's home. Besides, she knew she and Tager could more than handle anything a few Kaka could throw at them. Despite that, her little, brown ears kept flicking left and right, bushy squirrel tail swishing behind her.\n\n``There have been no reports of Arakune in quite some time, Miss Makoto, and we should be in much safer territory soon. There's no need for worry,'' Tager continued, completely missing the mark on the source of her concern.\n\nMakoto was torn between dismissing his thought or shooting him a withering glare, settling for the compromise of an indignant squeak. After a moment she decided she had to speak up.\n\n``If there's no need to worry, why did you insist on leaving so immediately? You didn't even let me take a second to pee!''\n\nThough a little flustered, not expecting such a candid response nor her accusatory tone, the massive cyborg's face remained completely stoic.\n\n``I'm sorry Miss Makoto, we cannot miss the airship back to Yabiko, and with the gear-type elevators so unreliable, I just thought it would be best-''\n\nMakoto cut him off with another miffed ``hmph!''\n\n``I know your reasons, but we couldn't have waited even another couple minutes? If two minutes were the difference between making it on the airship or missing it, we were cutting it too close anyway.''\n\nThey walked on in silence for a little- as silent as the two could be, anyway. Their passage through the streets and up the various stairwells was marked by the soft scuffs of Makoto's boots, the thundering thud of the nearly 8-foot giant lumbering along with her.\n\nTager still felt the need to justify his reasoning, finally piping up again.\n\n``The data Mr. Mutsuki sent us here for is critical and we must return to him to report, so that the-''\n\nHe continued on but Makoto just sighed, shaking her head and tuning him out. When he got focused like that it was best to just let him trundle on until he hit his endpoint naturally. Eventually he did.\n\n``It's fine, Tager, let's just hurry up and get there.''\n\n``Of course, Miss Makoto,'' he replied.\n\nShe bit her lower lip for a moment, trying to redirect her attention from her insides. She wasn't at risk of wetting herself by any means, but she was used to relieving herself first thing when she got up and had been denied that by Tager's insistence on a strict timetable. She couldn't be too mad at him, the big lug had a point about the gear-type elevators. You couldn't trust any of the ones in Kagutsuchi; the lower levels didn't have any at all, and then the places that did have them they were either rickety, slow, or entirely non-functional. The two couldn't even be sure any of the elevators they had used the day prior to get down to their target would be running to bring them back up towards the top.\n\nThey got to an intersection, the street grimy with the detritus of civilization, and while Tager turned left, Makoto went right.\n\n``Oh, the stairs are this way, Miss Makoto.''\n\n``Yeah but the elevator's down here, c'mon. It worked yesterday,'' she replied, clamping down internally, squeezing her pisshole shut against a momentary wave of pressure.\n\n``But if it is out of order and we must backtrack, we'll lose-''\n\n``Ugh, Tager come on. We're taking the elevator. If It doesn't work I'll just hop on your back and you can run us back to the stairs.''\n\nTager harrumphed with thinly hidden offense. While it would be no burden at all for him to carry the lithe little half-squirrel, he resented her assumption that she would use him as a steed. Nonetheless, he turned and followed her. While the stairs were barely a hundred yards from the intersection, the elevator was nearly a quarter mile away. They finally reached it, Makoto muttering her thanks that the doors were open and the car was there at their level. The two stepped in and she pulled the lever, both unconsciously holding their breath to find out if it would be working.\n\nAfter a loud mechanical groan, the doors rattled shut and the car shook to life, beginning its ascent. Makoto placed a gloved hand on her exposed, toned midriff. Though it wasn't visible under her abs, she felt bloated. Her hand drifted south, stopping between her hips and the high-waisted straps of her thong, just above the top of her little orange skirt. A shiver went through her body, from her gold capped boots to the tips of her little brown ears. Shaking her head she dismissed it as a visceral reaction to the occasional screeching of metal on metal that was accompanying their ascent.\n\nBecoming impatient, she put one hand on her waist and cocked her hips to the side, tapping a toe as they waited for the gear-type elevator to take them as high as it could. Despite how slowly it was moving, she reassured herself that it was still cutting time off of the trip. She knew there was a public restroom not too far from the airship platform, or if they didn't have time she could always go on the airship.\n\n``This was a lucky gamble,'' Tager said approvingly.\n\nMakoto just nodded, the growing pressure in her abdomen taking most of her attention. A wave of discomfort washed over her and she clamped her thighs together, knees banging, and hunching over for a moment.\n\n``Miss Makoto! Is everything allright?'' Tager asked, genuine concern in his voice.\n\n``Nn, Tager I swear. I told you already, I have to pee,'' she replied, voice shaky both with annoyance and from her strain of maintaining composure.\n\nGlancing around the elevator Tager noted how filthy it already was.\n\n``If...If it is that problematic, I will look away and let you do so in privacy here. It would add nothing that isn't already in this elevator car.''\n\nShe did consider it for a moment. If Tager hadn't been standing there she probably would have just pulled her underwear to the side and either bent over to spray the wall or squatted to leave a puddle on the elevator floor. There were so many gaps in the deckplates it wouldn't have even pooled for long, dripping down into the dark shaft. Sighing again she steeled herself against another shiver, body protesting her refusal to allow it relief.\n\n``Looking away or not, I couldn't do that with you here,'' she replied, tone much softer, appreciating that he suggested a solution even if it wasn't one she was willing to take.\n\nThe elevator rattled to a stop at last, a disconcerting ``crunch'' accompanying the hydraulic hiss as the brakes locked it into place and the doors slid open. The moment they were wide enough to permit the slender squirrel through, her bushy tail preventing her from slipping through sideways, Makoto booked it out of the elevator car. Tager had to wait a little longer, his bulk necessitating a much wider gap, but at last they were both back out onto the street and at a much higher level in the city. They weren't quite up where the airship dock was, but they were close.\n\nMakoto picked up the pace, wanting to get to a bathroom sooner than later. The big cyborg had no problem keeping up, adjusting his stride to match. They turned more than a few heads as they made their way through the more vibrant part of the city, the sidewalks actually in use by the inhabitants. Just as many eyes were drawn by the massive crimson man as the scantily clad demi-human, the supple curves of her breasts and butt visible below the orange cloth of her top and skirt.\n\nAt last they made it to the airship dock, Tager insisting they go there before anywhere else to make sure they didn't miss it. While Makoto was annoyed that they had managed to get there so early that boarding hadn't even started, she also realized it was due almost entirely to finding the functional elevator. It also meant she could go find a toilet before she burst and gave everyone something very different to pull their attention.\n\n``All right Mr. Punctual, get our tickets. There's a public restroom about a block that way, I'll be back in a few,'' she told him, turning and walking quickly away without waiting for a response.\n\nThere was a small public park, and though the bathrooms weren't typically as sanitary as she would like she also knew it meant other people avoided it as well so it shouldn't be occupied. ``Any port in a piss-storm'' she thought to herself as she walked inside the little information center back to the door of the bathroom. Putting her hand out to push the door open she practically skidded to a stop as the words on the sign registered.\n\nClosed for cleaning said the piece of paper taped to the door.\n\n``You've gotta be kidding me!'' she exclaimed aloud.\n\nThe irony was not lost on her but she had much more pressing needs. Next to the door was a cart filled with cleaning supplies- chemicals, rags, wipes. Makoto pushed on the door anyway, but it was locked. She was bouncing from one foot to the other as she tried to figure out what to do, her annoyance that there was no janitor in sight quickly overridden by another pang from her lower abdomen, the pressure in her bladder reaching a critical point. Her eyes fell on a small trash can on the cart. Desperate, she grabbed it and set it on the ground in front of the door.\n\nTaking one final look around to make sure she was alone, Makoto straddled the small lined bin and bent her knees, squatting just a bit to make sure her pussy was directly over the can she reached between her thighs and pulled her black thong to the side. She had barely gotten the cloth out of the way when her urine burst from her pisshole, the wide spray accompanied by a loud hiss as the incohesive stream of fluid jetted out under high pressure.\n\nMakoto grunted, the initial relief overridden as her body instinctively bore down, abs tensing up to press against her bladder and force her pee out. As well as the hissing as it sprayed out of her pussy, there was a fairly loud pattering noise from the clear golden liquid hitting the black plastic bag lining the metal bin.\n\nFocused on keeping her legs wide enough apart that she didn't get any pee on her thigh-high socks, she had no concern for the fact that the pressure was causing some of her stream to arc past the edge of the can, landing on the tile in an archipelago of little puddles. Each passing moment her bladder deflated a little more, its liquid contents spraying noisily from between her legs. As the pressure let off, her stream eventually coalesced into a single arc, though it was still something of a wide beam as it left her pussy.\n\nHer eyes closed, Makoto moaned, relief finally washing over her body. Though she had to keep herself braced in that position, tail unfurled behind her to keep balance while maintaining her aim into the trash can, she relaxed somewhat. As the bin filled with the squirrel-girl's piss, the sound morphed from the loud plastic pattering to the tinkling of liquid splashing into liquid. Her urine had started to pool in the bottom, running in clear rivulets down through the creases and folds of the black plastic.\n\nDespite the pressure lessening, she still had plenty of pee left and her stream continued unabated.\n\n``Ugh, I hope no one comes in and sees me,'' she mumbled, beginning to question the wisdom of her chosen toilet.\n\n``Wouldn't be a problem if Tager hadn't made me hold it!'' Makoto justified to herself.\n\nStill, she was surprised at just how much pee she actually had left. Makoto looked down between her legs, glad she had at least chosen a position where she didn't risk any splashback on her thighs. The girl's wasted water was splashing loudly now in the deepening pool , droplets spraying upwards and out to form a fine mist on the bag, tiny droplets merging to form larger droplets before giving up to gravity and returning down to the puddle they had come from.\n\nFocused on her release, she didn't hear Tager's surprisingly quiet approach. The big cyborg shuddered to a stop as he came around the corner and caught sight of the nearly-naked NOL officer peeing into a trash can. The scene almost didn't register, his eyes locked on the sparkling yellow spray shooting downwards from her crotch. Tager's gaze was hidden by the reflective glass of his goggles, but it was nonetheless obvious he was staring at her.\n\n``Miss Makoto,'' his deep voice boomed in the tiled hallway despite trying to keep his volume low.\n\nHer stream almost cut off for a moment as his sudden presence startled her.\n\n``Tager! What are you doing?!'' she asked in a shout-whisper, not wanting to draw any more attention to her.\n\n``I received a transmission, Mr. Mutsuki needs us to meet an informant before returning-''\n\n``You couldn't have waited to tell me?'' she hissed angrily, her pee still pouring out of her. Damn his devotion to `the mission' she thought to herself.\n\n``But we received a new assignment! I thought I should tell you right away,'' he stammered, defending his actions.\n\nShe gave him a moment, then shout-whispered again.\n\n``Ok well what are you still doing standing there? Can't you let me finish my business in private? Quit creeping!''\n\nThe Red Devil somehow became even more red, face flush with embarrassment. He turned and hurried away, his apology a mumbled mess of words. With a sigh, brows furrowed in frustration, Makoto bore down with her abs, trying to finish emptying herself as quickly as possible.\n\nAfter a momentary increase in volume, her stream finally reduced to a trickle, the last drops falling from her pink lips into the can. Still keeping her thong pulled to the side, she reached for the roll of paper towels on the cart with her other hand. Makoto pulled one free and dabbed herself dry. She crumpled up the damp sheet and dropped it into the can where it floated on the surface of her pool of piss for a moment before it had absorbed enough to lose its buoyancy and it sank into the pee. Standing upright she adjusted her thong, repositioning the straps that went high over her waist, and pulled her little orange skirt back into place.\n\nForgetting that she had sprinkled some on the floor, Makoto hurried out of the building, leaving the janitor a little extra work for slacking on getting the bathrooms cleaned to begin with. Still annoyed with Tager she practically stomped towards him at the platform for the airship. He didn't look down at her when she finally stopped next to him. Neither one said anything for a moment.\n\n``You knew I was using the restroom, why didn't you wait for me to come back?'' she asked, breaking the silence.\n\n``Well, I thought-''\n\n``Where's the new assignment?'' she interrupted.\n\n``It's in Yabiko, near-''\n\n``So it doesn't change our immediate plans?''\n\n``No, Miss Makoto, but -''\n\n``Would it have decreased our chances of success if you waited,'' she asked, not letting Tager finish a sentence.\n\n``Well, no, Miss Mak-''\n\n``Seems like you wanted to come find me peeing,'' she accused, though she knew it was hollow.\n\nIn her heart she knew it was just Tager's overenthusiastic devotion to their success rather than anything remotely nefarious that had led the big cyborg to that embarrassing moment. Her lingering shock was fueling her anger, causing her to lash out a bit. Her words shocked him in turn and he couldn't find words to reply for a moment.\n\n``Well I certainly didn't expect you to be out in the hallway like that'' he finally said, turning an accusation on her in his defense.\n\n``The bathroom was locked! And you made me hold it all day, said we couldn't even wait long enough for me to pee. Hmph.''\n\nHe couldn't deny it, but he also was still too confused about the entire situation to properly apologize both for inconveniencing her and for walking in on the woman at such an inopportune time. The two continued to largely ignore one another as loudspeakers announced the airship was boarding and they made their way into its gondola. After they had been underway for maybe an hour Makoto finally asked what their mission was, consciously avoiding any implication that it wasn't nearly important enough for him to have come and found her like he did.\n\n-\n\nMakoto was starting to get a little bored as she waited. In an unusual moment of under-explanation, Tager had simply said that they needed to go meet with an informant in the 6th Hierarchical City, before returning to Mutsuki, but had not prepared her for how long such a meeting was to be. They were sitting in a booth at the back of a quiet cafe, chosen for how poorly lit the restaurant was, in a mostly futile attempt to make The Red Devil a bit less obvious. She was keeping an eye out and they seemed safe, but was struggling to keep focused on the conversation. It was all dates and times and codenames and she was quickly losing interest. She knew Tager would be able to keep all the details straight and report accurately back to Kagura once they got there.\n\nLetting her mind wander, she reached out and took the glass of ice water on the table, taking a small sip before setting it down. Moments later she repeated the action, and then took a third sip. It was more to keep her hands occupied than out of any sense of thirst. Despite the small quantities she was taking in each time it wasn't long before half the glass was empty. It wasn't long after that when it was full again, an attentive waiter stopping by to top it up from a pitcher. Soon enough she'd had two whole glasses and she realized it was time to let it back out.\n\nGlancing at her compatriot and their contact she realized she was not going to be missed in the slightest. Not to mention if any trouble did start, the Red Devil could certainly handle himself. Not bothering to excuse herself, she simply got up and walked around the small bar at the back of the restaurant into the dark hallway leading to the bathrooms. Two doors had a little toilet icon painted on them, no indicator as to which sex either one was intended for. Shrugging she gently pushed on the first one and it resisted, clattering quietly against its frame. She heard the rustling of someone shifting around inside. Makoto moved on and pushed the other door, releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding when it swung open to reveal the empty single-occupancy restroom. Turning she shut the door and slid the lock home.\n\nMakoto turned back and her ears immediately drooped, laying flat against her head. The bathroom had a seated toilet with the water tank built onto the back, rather than the squatting toilet more traditional in a few of the older Hierarchical Cities. They were very uncomfortable for her to use; sitting on them always ended up squishing her tail against the cold porcelain tank. Not to mention few public bathrooms were clean enough for her to feel comfortable with that. She would use it if desperate but always felt like she needed to shower right away after and clean out the fur of her tail.\n\nGrumbling, she decided she could wait a bit. ``How much longer could they possibly be? I'm sure we'll be at Kagura's before long.'' she thought to herself, mentally working to ignore the growing pressure in her lower abdomen. With a disappointed sigh she turned around and unlatched the door, leaving the bathroom only moments after entering it.\n\nThe other two apparently didn't notice she had left, Tager turning to look at her when she slid into the booth next to him.\n\n``Oh, Miss Makoto. Is everything all right? We are almost wrapped up here. We have gotten a lot of excellent information that I believe Mr. Mutsuki will be very happy to receive.''\n\nMakoto's ears perked back up.\n\n``All good here Tager. Should I call for a pickup?''\n\n``Yes, Captain Kohaku has been assigned to meet us and transport us the final leg of our journey.''\n\nMakoto nodded and let Tager know she would be waiting for him outside, standing up again and walking out onto the sidewalk in front of the little cafe, using her communicator to call Hibiki. It wasn't long before Tager stepped outside as well. The young man who had been on the other side of the table didn't follow, she assumed he had probably left by a more discreet exit. After giving Tager Hibiki's ETA, she leaned back against the brick wall, doing her best to be inconspicuous as a half-squirrel standing next to the Red Devil could possibly be.\n\nAs they waited, she kept checking the time, shifting her position as she leaned. Thought not much time had passed since her aborted trip to the bathroom, her need seemed to grow exponentially. So close to being able to relieve herself, yet denied the opportunity made her seem to focus on it even more. ``Hibiki will be here soon and it's not a long trip to Kagura's place. she told herself. Each passing moment, the pressure in her lower abdomen seemed to grow, the water she had been absently sipping through their meetup making its way into her bladder. She was starting to feel a little bit bloated, a twinge of pain signaling that she would need to empty herself out before too long.\n\nMakoto felt a drop of wetness hit her left ear. A second cold drop landed on her shoulder, bared by the design of her halter top.\n\n``Ah crap,'' she said, looking up at the gray sky as it started to rain. ``I didn't look at the weather bulletin for today. Couldn't they have held the rain off for another hour?'' Makoto asked aloud, as though the NOL should have discussed plans with her before deciding how to regulate the weather for the day.\n\n``I have unfortunate news, Miss Makoto. I am receiving word that Captain Kohaku will be delayed. We may need to wait another fifteen minutes or so,'' Tager informed her, low voice rumbling.\n\n``Hmph,'' was her reply, trying not to squirm\n\nAs she moved about, trying to keep herself distracted from her growing need, the over-the-waist straps of her thong shifted in sinuous lines, accentuating the writhing curves of her bare stomach, the fidgeting flutter of her abs. Makoto unintentionally gave any passerby an enticing dance, cocking her hips from one side to the other. The bottoms of her toned buttocks, hanging below the hem of her short orange skirt, bounced each time she shifted her weight.\n\nDeciding that she might not be able to hold it until they got to Kagura Mutsuki's manor, she thought for a moment about ducking back in the darkness between their cafe and the neighboring business. The last thing she wanted, however, was a repeat of the previous day. Tager had seen more than enough and she wasn't about to give him another eyeful. The prospect of getting her big bushy tail squished up and grimy on the back of the toilet was not particularly enticing, but she decided she did not have much choice.\n\n``I'll be right back,'' she said, leaving Tager to wait for Hibiki in the rain.\n\n``Oh, did we forget something at the table, miss?'' the hostess asked Makoto when she got inside.\n\n``Oh no, um. Sorry, we were waiting outside for someone but they're gonna be late. I just need to use the bathroom.''\n\n``Of course, miss. They're just back there in that hallway, use either one,'' the hostess replied.\n\nMakoto nodded and hurried back into the hallway for the second time that evening. Seeing that the first door was open just a crack she pushed on it and went inside, quickly locking it behind her. She stood in front of the toilet for a moment, not wanting to sacrifice the comfort and cleanliness of her tail. A pang from her abdomen let her know that her body would make the decision for her if she didn't move quickly. With a resigned sigh she lifted the toilet lid up but immediately frowned.\n\n``Ugh, gross,'' she said, seeing streaks of grime and mildew along the underside.\n\nEven more than before she didn't want to sit down and squish her tail up against it. For a moment she thought about sitting on it backwards, facing the tank, so that her tail wouldn't get dirty. Makoto quickly discounted that thought as it meant she would be facing all that dirt and grime instead, and risk touching it as she reached between her legs hold her thong out of the way. Not to mention that sitting was a much less natural position to relieve herself in than squatting, always finding that she would leave unsatisfied, feeling like she hadn't gotten it all out if she had to sit instead.\n\nHer body reflexively clamping shut her pisshole, muscles reacting to prevent a premature deluge, Makoto made a decision. Simply squatting where she was, she spread her knees and reached between her thighs to move the black fabric of her thong out of the way of her hole. The moment the cold, overly conditioned air of the restaurant restroom hit the sensitive skin of her snatch, her piss burst from her with an audible hiss. She was still in front of the toilet, mostly facing it so that the stream of spent water shot out in a clear arc against the white porcelain, running down to pool around the base and trickle back towards the squirrel girl.\n\nMakoto sighed with relief, the quivering of her muscles reducing as she began to empty herself on the bathroom floor. She hadn't expected such an intense feeling, surprised at how much water she had apparently had at the table. The demi-human shivered, her stream wavering in front of her, the point of impact waving back and forth for a moment. Her large, brown-furred tail quivered behind her, shifting in counter to her motions, keeping her balanced on the balls of her feet as she squatted on the tile.\n\nGlad she was wearing her boots, she watched as her urine started pooling around her feet, collecting in the grout between the tiles. A fine mist was spraying off the toilet from the force of her stream hitting it, creating a halo as the tiny droplets reflected and refracted the stark lighting. The puddle on the floor continued to grow, expanding across the floor. She wished for a moment that she had a bar to hang on to like the squat toilets had, as it made balancing much simpler. Makoto was having to be careful not to let her tail brush the floor behind her. The focus was preventing her from fully relaxing, but the relief as her bladder continued to shrink inside her was still strong.\n\nShe watched the clear liquid, with only the barest tinge of yellow, jetting out from her pussy. Makoto could feel her stomach becoming less bloated, the hissing sound as it shot out from between her legs covered by the loud splattering when it hit the toilet. There was a quiet burbling noise as well, like a mountain brook rolling over age-polished stones, as the stream of piss ran down the porcelain to join the puddle on the floor.\n\nMakoto felt like she had been peeing forever but she knew it couldn't have been all that long. Still, she didn't want to take too much time and potentially keep Tager and Hibiki waiting. Bearing down with her abs, she grunted as she compressed her bladder. The hissing got much louder as she pushed her pee out faster, the pressure sending the arc higher on the base of the toilet. After a few seconds it began to abate, falling lower and lower on the white porcelain until finally it was splashing in the pooled pee on the floor. Still careful to keep her tail high, she tilted her pelvis upwards, making sure her stream landed far enough ahead of her that it didn't splash back onto her black thigh-high socks.\n\nShe could see a few droplets forming on the orange leather of her boots. A moment of panic hit her when she realized she hadn't checked if that bathroom had any toilet paper, a problem she had run into before. Her head whipped to the right and she breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that there was a roll on the holder. This relief was shortly replaced by the relief of an empty bladder, her pee finally and completely expelled. Wanting to make sure she really was empty, Makoto pushed one more time, squeezing her pelvic muscles to shoot out a final squirt into the puddle beneath her.\n\nFrowning, she encountered a logistical problem. The toilet paper was to her right, but her right hand was holding her thong aside. She had to choose between trying to reach across herself with her left hand to grab it and risk losing her balance, or let go of her thong and get it wet with whatever droplets may have clung to the pink skin of her pussy lips. She decided the latter would be the lesser risk. Makoto tried to fling any straggling droplets off by bouncing on her heels a few times before letting go of the black cloth of her thong.\n\nPulling a few sheets off of the roll, first she pressed them against her snatch, satisfied that she had managed to get herself mostly dry before settling her clothing back in place. Looking at the white paper squares she saw there were almost no damp spots, so she used them to wipe down her boots, removing the glisten from the splattered piss. Crumpling it up she moved to toss it into the toilet but paused, realizing there was almost no point. The floor had to be cleaned up anyway, a couple squares of toilet paper wouldn't add anything meaningful to the mess she would be leaving on the bathroom floor. With an internal shrug she dropped the paper into the puddle, the piss quickly wicking into it and causing it to become almost translucent as it sank through the pee to rest on the tile.\n\nMakoto stood up then paused again, realizing that her soles were wet too, the bottoms of her boots surrounded by squirrel piss. It wouldn't do to track out wet boot-prints through the restaurant. Stepping backwards so she was clear of her liquid leavings, she pulled a few more sheets from the roll on the holder and dabbed the the rubber soles her boots one at a time. Satisfied, she dropped that sheet to join its compatriot in the pool of pee.\n\n``Now I just hope no one comes in here too soon. I don't expect we'll come back here anyway, not once we've already used it for a meet.'' she thought, glad that operational security dictated that she would never need to show her face there again. The quantity of piss on the floor reassured her, however, that regardless of the consequences now they would be much better than had she tried to hold it.\n\nMakoto opened the door slowly and looked out, was relieved to see that no one was waiting to use it after her, and walked quickly through the cafe to the front. She barely acknowledged the hostess with a mumbled ``thanks'' before hurrying through the door.\n\n``Ah, perfect timing Miss Makoto. Miss Vermilion has just arrived,'' Tager helpfully informed her.\n\n``Great. What are we waiting for then, let's get going.''\n\nMakoto was glad they were done and headed back to their command center. She was looking forward to getting the heavy tonfas off of her wrists, for one, but she also needed to pee and preferred to do that in the clean, comfortable bathrooms in the large estate that served as the nerve center of the Mutsuki family, and through them the Duodecim. Kagura, of course, had other ideas.\n\n-\n\n``Let's celebrate!'' he said, taking the liberty of placing an arm around each of the women walking with him, not going so far as to attempt to grope them but certainly an unwelcome advance.\n\nNoel flushed, looking away but not otherwise rebuffing him. Makoto had no such reservations. She swatted his hand away, giving his forearm a calculated, glancing blow from her tonfa. Not hard enough to injure him by any means, but enough to hurt and get her point across.\n\n``Oh, you wound me,'' he said dramatically, ``and I don't just mean physically.''\n\nMakoto rolled her eyes, ignoring his suggestion as they continued to walk down the street to the gear-type elevator that would take them back to their home base.\n\n``Come on girls, what do you say?''\n\n``What are we celebrating, Mr. Mutsuki?'' Noel asked.\n\n``Why...LIFE, of course! Isn't that enough? Come now, let me buy you a round. Or three,'' he replied turning from their path with a swoop of his black and red cape to head towards a smaller side street. ``There's a bar down this way, `Boundary's Respite,' maybe another 10 minute walk, that has the best...well the drinks are...well, that is, they haven't kicked me out before.''\n\nThe frank admission elicited a snicker from the demi-human, an unusual acknowledgment of the overindulgence in his vices for the Black Gale. The idea of going somewhere and drinking, however, was not in Makoto's plans at the moment. Not just because it would be with Kagura, either.\n\n``I know you've got booze in your desk Kagura. And in the conference room. And the kitchen. Hell, is there a room that doesn't have liquor stashed away?'' Makoto asked.\n\n``Weeelll,'' he started to reply, but Makoto cut him off.\n\n``Whatever. Can we just get back to the manor please?''\n\n``Nothing is pressing right now, and I would know the moment something was of course. Come onnn, come drink with us-'' Kagura carried on, oblivious to Noel's reaction at the word, ``us,'' and his assumption that her agreement was a given.\n\nMakoto sighed and shook her head. '' 'cause I have to pee,'' she said flatly.\n\nNoel gasped audibly, her sense of propriety shocked that Makoto would so openly admit to such a private, personal need. Kagura, however, was not nearly so taken aback. He didn't miss a beat, still taking small steps towards his suggested destination like he was trying to lead on a reluctant animal.\n\n``The quickest path to the Respite is through a rather dark alleyway. Just go there on the way, you wouldn't be the first,'' Kagura suggested nonchalantly.\n\nHis indifferent tone implied that he might have been among aforementioned previous users of said alleyway. The gleam in his eye, however, implied he wasn't as indifferent as he was trying to put on.\n\n``Gross, no! I'm not letting you stand and watch me piss in some alleyway! You pervert!''\n\nMakoto considered jumping over to hit him again with a tonfa, but decided she would rather not be any closer to him.\n\n``Why, I would never impugn a lady's honor like that!'' he replied, feigning hurt and insult. ``Unless she wanted that, of course,'' Kagura continued under his breath, though not quiet enough for Makoto's sharp ears to miss it.\n\n``Ugh. You make me sick. No, we're going back.''\n\nThe squirrel-girl had no qualms about the location he had suggested, merely the company involved. Not waiting for any additional argument from him, Makoto continued on their original path towards the elevator that would take them back towards the compound. She heard a series of dramatic, disappointed sighs behind her and rolled her eyes, but was glad that they were followed by two pair of approaching footsteps.\n\n-\n\nThrowing the doors open, Makoto hurried through ahead of the other two and made her way towards the nearest bathroom. She was walking so quickly, her mind focused so entirely on her goal that she didn't hear Kokonoe walking down the intersecting hallway and nearly crashed into her rounding the corner.\n\n``Oh, Professor, I'm so sorry, I didn't-''\n\n``Ah! Makoto, I was focused on my-''\n\nThe two women tried to apologize to one another simultaneously.\n\n``No no, it's no problem. Please excuse me, I need to go-''\n\n``Fortunately I wasn't carrying anything delicate, but actually since you're here I could use-''\n\nThey continued to talk over each other for a moment longer before finally Makoto stopped and nodded at the pink-haired scientist.\n\n``Please. Go ahead, what is it you need?'' she deferred to the slightly shorter woman despite her need.\n\n``Ah, well. Tager's working on something in the lab for me and I really should get back down there to help him. However, I would like to get this data pad secured in my office. Would you mind?\n\nMakoto bit her lip. The door to the bathroom was in sight, maybe fifty feet down at the end of the hall. If Kokonoe needed her help, however, she could wait the two or three more minutes it would take to zip Sighing, she steeled herself to hold out just a little longer.\n\n``Of course, Kokonoe. I'll get right on it.''\n\nShe had hardly finished before the scientist had her golden eyes glued to the scribbles on the clipboard in her hand, the other holding a blue lollipop as usual. Barely more than a pink and white blur, Kokonoe vanished down the hall to head up to her office. Makoto made her way quickly to the elevator, trying not to break into a run. Each moment in the elevator, each , each step back to the hallway was accompanied by an excruciating increase in the pressure in her bladder.\n\nFinally back at the bathroom door she put a hand out to push it open and- bonk - ran face first into it.\n\n``Occupied!'' came a muffled male voice from the other side of the thick wooden door.\n\n``Wh- Kagura! You get out of there, you know I need to go!'' she shouted back at him.\n\n``Would that I could, my dear madam Nanaya, but I am somewhat indisposed just now. I shan't offend your sensibilities with the details,'' Kagura said.\n\nShe could swear she heard him snickering, but the thickness of the fancy carved doors meant not much sound made it through. Makoto made a fist and banged on the carved wooden panel.\n\n``Let me in you no-good loser, I've gotta piss!'' Makoto shouted again, unconcerned who might hear.\n\n``You'll have to find another bathroom, Makoto, I suspect I'll be here a while. Oh, but before you go looking, the one a floor above isn't available, something about the plumbing?''\n\nKagura wasn't shouting, so his voice was a little quiet but it was clear enough. ``Damnit, is he serious right now?'' she asked aloud, though not loud enough for Kagura to hear her. She was starting to panic, unsure where she could go. There was a bathroom back down in the lab but it would take a couple of minutes to get down there. Other than that, she wasn't entirely sure where the nearest bathroom would be. She pounded her fist on the door again, the heavy wood issuing a deep thud that bounced around in the hallway of all hard surfaces, tile and stone.\n\n``Ah! Dear Makoto,'' she managed to catch between thumps, ``I may have a solution!''\n\nStepping back, putting her hands on her hips, she waited. Her bushy tail was unfurled behind her, swishing left and right in her anger.\n\n``Well? I'm waiting.''\n\nMakoto's tone made it clear she would not be waiting for long. Her bladder also made it clear to her that she wouldn't be waiting for long, because if she did she would have pee running down her leg.\n\n``Yes of course, the amicable solution- and I think you will agree this is quite a reasonable compromise- would be for you to simply join me.''\n\nShe didn't respond at first. The door was locked, so that would mean he had to get up and walk over to the door anyway, on top of which there was only one toilet. Makoto wasn't entirely sure what he was proposing.\n\n``What, with you in there?'' she asked, her surprise a momentary distraction from her need.\n\n``Certainly, why not? I need the facilities, you need the facilities. We're both professional adults, what's the harm?'' he asked.\n\nShe could think of a lot of harm.\n\n``I'm just - you - am I supposed to just piss in the sink or something?'' she asked, confused and a little incredulous.\n\n``Ah! Ever the ingenious girl, Makoto. That's an even better idea than what I was going to suggest.''\n\nHer eyes narrowed with suspicion.\n\n``And what were you going to suggest?'' she asked, crossing her arms, not entirely sure she actually wanted to hear the answer.\n\n``Ohh, don't, no, don't worry about it. The sink is an excellent idea. It wouldn't bother me in the slightest seeing you up on the counter, skirt lifted and legs spread and -''\n\nMakoto didn't let him finish, rearing back to plant the flat of her boot high up on the door three, four times. A lesser door would have given way under the assault.\n\n``You pervert, you filthy freak, how could you suggest such a thing, you are my superior officer and that is entirely inappropriate, I swear when I get my hands on you I'm gonna ring that pervy neck of yours, I'm gonna send you to the Boundary, let the seithr take you you filthy-''\n\nKagura was laughing from inside the bathroom, not even using it. He was standing, leaning against the countertop enjoying not only what he saw as playful banter and flirting with the attractive young squirrel girl, but getting at least as much pleasure out of getting under her skin. He was tempted to open the door and make a big show of ``sacrificing'' for the needs of his subordinates, but suddenly the thumping sound that he assumed was Makoto kicking the door had stopped. Frowning in confusion, he listened for a moment.\n\n``Hmm, I don't hear her walking away. I suppose the door is rather thick. She must have run off to the lab bathroom and I didn't hear it over the echoes,'' he thought aloud.\n\nIn actuality, Makoto had made a different decision. Rather than go looking somewhere else, if Kagura wouldn't let her in to pee in the bathroom, then she would pee on it. With her right foot still up on the door, she reached between her legs and pulled her thong aside. The orange panel of her skirt was short enough that she didn't even need to move it out of the way. Without even looking down the hall to make sure she was alone, she relaxed the tightly clenched sphincter of her pisshole to release a golden deluge on the intricate carvings decorating the door.\n\nInside, Kagura shrugged, assuming she had left to hurry to another bathroom he turned and walked over to the toilet. ``Might as well while I'm here'', he thought, unbuckling the massive leather belt around his hips.\n\nJust on the outside the bathroom, a torrent of urine was spraying chaotically against the door, hissing loudly as it sprayed out of her. There was so much pressure expelling her piss that it stretched the tiny hole in her pussy almost painfully, the tight ring dilating as much as possible. She could feel a little bit of warm liquid hitting her bare leg, the backsplash of piss mist cooling quickly. Most of the splatter lost its horizontal velocity and fell to the floor, pattering just as loudly on the tile as it did initially against the door.\n\nHer eyes were closed, trying to focus on keeping her balance as her bladder emptied out in the hallway, a liquid sheet of piss flowing down over the textured engraving on the door like some perverse version of a zen waterfall you might see in rooms people call ``the foyer.'' When a shiver rolled through her body, the relief momentarily overwhelming, she looked down. Makoto had a flash of fear, concerned that her pee might run under the door and Kagura would see it. She realized that had she agreed to either of his suggestions that day he would have seen a lot more than that, so she decided it wasn't worth being concerned about. He'd be unable to miss the large and growing puddle outside the door whenever he finally came out, anyway.\n\nA second realization hit, that he might open the door while her foot was propped up against it. Deciding that she would probably hear him approaching the door and could at least put her foot down so she didn't fall, Makoto decided not to change a thing, that she would finish out her pee. Despite the volume in her bladder, the sheer velocity with which it was flowing out of her meant she was emptying rather quickly.\n\nLooking down, she saw just how much there was. The squirrel-girl's pee was spreading out into the hallway, the growing pool expanding in all directions as more flowed into it down the door or fell from the splashback in a cacophony of quiet tinkling sounds. The expansion was uneven, the golden boundary slipping farther in one direction as the pee hit a spot of tile that still had a bit of floor cleaner on it. The soap's lower surface tension allowed it to flow more freely, a long liquid finger running under her until it hit the baseboard on the other wall behind her and spread out along the corner.\n\nMakoto didn't know how much time had passed but she decided she didn't really want to still be there if he opened the door. Her entire frustration was borne of not wanting to expose herself to him, around him, anywhere near him. She wasn't completely empty, but her stream was falling directly down from her crotch, rather than spraying forward in a golden arch, and she figured she had emptied enough to be satisfied for a while. With minimal effort she clamped her pisshole shut, a slight pang sparking from between her legs as her bladder kept pushing against the closed hole. Once it had passed, she carefully put her foot down, stepping wide to avoid splashing her heavy boot in the puddle. A frown crossed her face when she realized that her other boot was surrounded by the pooled pee, and that with nothing to wipe it she would inevitably track some at least a few steps.\n\nDeciding it couldn't be helped, she fired a parting shot, verbally, before walking off.\n\n``Next time you'll let the lady go first, you filthy loser!'' she shouted at the still-closed door and then stomped away.\n\nThat shook Kagura out of his reverie as he was sitting on the cool porcelain.\n\n``What's that? She was still standing out there? What on earth could she have meant by that,'' he wondered, hand on his chin.\n\nKagura would find out soon enough exactly what he meant. For Makoto's part, she was already fifty feet down the hall. Grabbing a couple tissues out of a box on an ornate little side table, she reached under her skirt and pulled her thong aside, dabbing at both it and her pussy. Crumpling up the dampened tissues, she tossed them into the filigreed metal wastebin next to it and made her way up to her room to change.\n\n-\n\nWith a reverberating ``thunk,'' Makoto locked the door behind her. Though she wasn't desperate, she was taking the rare moment that Kokonoe wasn't demanding she and Tager be working on something in the lab with her to use the restroom. They were waiting for a test to run and there really wasn't much anyone could do until it wrapped up and they got the data. The squirrel girl was glad to take the opportunity, since she wasn't in a big hurry and could use the bathroom near the lab, she could actually take her time to get entirely out of her undergarment. It wasn't an easy proposition but it made relieving herself much more relaxing and simple, rather than having to ensure she kept the strip of her thong pulled out of the way.\n\nBoots clicking on the tile, she walked over to lean back against the counter, shivering as the cold stone hit the bare skin of her buttocks. It took a little effort to reach behind herself and unhook where the top of the straps of her black cutout bodysuit attached underneath her halter top. ``And it'll be more annoying to re-hook it when I'm done'' she thought, but she still thought it would be worth it. Careful not to let the tight elastic straps pop her, Makoto let go of them and slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her skirt. She considered leaving it on; the skirt was short enough that it was never in the way of doing her business. Deciding it was the least inconvenient part of the process, she slid the skirt over her hips and to the floor, easily stepping out of it. Once it was off, the high straps of her undergarment hanging loose to her sides, she grabbed the bands going up and over her waist and pulled that down as well, the thin strip of black cloth stretching as it slid out from between her butt cheeks.\n\nLetting the garment drop to the floor, she took a couple of steps over to the toilet. Planting her feet on either side of the porcelain trough installed in the floor, she dropped into a squat, lifting her bushy tail to keep balance. Makoto shivered for a second time. Her outfit wasn't exactly warm and insulating but a little something was better than nothing in the cold sublevels of the manor where the lab was. She could feel the cold air on her snatch, her bare ass, even her pink tailhole as her cheeks spread in her squat.\n\nWith her eyes closed, Makoto took a deep breath and relaxed, her piss spraying out in a quiet hiss to hit the porcelain basin beneath her. The pale yellow liquid filled the white trough, beginning to run into the hole at the front. As her water waste filled in, the tone shifted from that of a hard spattering on the solid bowl to a light tinkling to a deeper splash. Little droplets splattered up from the force of the impact to cling to the walls of the toilet, hanging there until gravity overcame friction and they slid down to join the rest in the bottom.\n\nMakoto couldn't help but let out a little moan of relief as her bladder decompressed, deflating inside her, its contents emptying as she squatted with her legs spread wide. The pink lips of her pussy were pulled apart by her stance, her stream springing free to arc directly into the toilet without clinging to her. She had been so busy lately, constantly running from one place to the next on this mission or that errand that she felt like she hadn't had the time for a properly relaxing pee in days. Several times she had to improvise out of desperation. It didn't bother her in the least to use unconventional ``toilets,'' but nothing compared to being able to take her time and savor the release.\n\nHer flow began to slow to a trickle, eventually clinging to her pussy lips and running down to drip off of her buttocks. She made sure she was fully empty, tensing up her abs to squeeze out a final shot of piss, pisshole clenching shut after and sealing back tight. Makoto bounced on her heels a few times, her firm, muscular buttocks barely jiggling to fling the final droplets down into the trough of the squat toilet. She reached out to the left to pull a few sheets of toilet paper off the roll and wiped herself, starting at the top of her snatch and running the thin paper back to dab at her ass, then dropped it into the bowl below. The white squares quickly darkened and turned yellow as they became saturated with pee and sank to the bottom. Makoto repeated the action until she was satisfied that she was dry. Yanking the handle to flush, she stood up as a rush of clear water pushed her own golden offering into the hole and out.\n\nWalking back over to the sink, a lopsided grin on her face, Makoto washed her hands. She knew she would return to the lab refreshed and refocused. Reversing the steps to get her undergarment and skirt back on, she grumbled as she struggled getting the top of the cutout bodysuit hooked to the inside of her halter, the fastener right in the center of her shoulderblades positioned in a highly inconvenient location. Finally getting it hooked, she readjusted her skirt to make sure it was sitting snugly on her hips, and headed out of the bathroom.\n\n``Ah, Miss Nanaya. I'm glad everything came out just fine,'' came a voice from her right.\n\n``Wh-What?'' she asked, reflexively dropping into a fighting stance from the surprise.\n\n``I said,'' replied Kagura, ``I am glad everything came out just fine. I was concerned by how long you were taking, but I suppose it's just nice to have a quiet minute alone to pee, isn't it?'' he asked, a crooked grin on his face.\n\n``What the heck is that supposed to mean?'' she shouted. ``Were you out here the whole time? Were you listening? You freak, you pervert?''\n\nKagura shook his head and waved a hand dismissively.\n\n``Don't be silly, I would never resort to such crude methods. Now, can I accompany you back to the lab?''\n\nHer eyes narrowed. Makoto was furious. What did he mean ``such crude methods,'' did he have something more sophisticated to watch her than listening through the door? How did he seem to know what she had been thinking? A thought occurred to her that chilled her more than the cold basement air, and that was that he had bugged the bathrooms. It was Duodecim headquarters, and Kagura had staged an insurrection once already. He had enemies. It wouldn't come as much of a surprised if the entire manor was wired to screens in his office, his bedroom, it just hadn't occurred to her before. It also didn't occur to her now that Kagura was simply perceptive and was using that to annoy and make her uncomfortable.\n\n``Absolutely not.''\n\nShe didn't wait for a response, hurrying past him back to the lab and the relative safety of Kokonoe and Tager.\n\n``Women,'' Kagura sighed after her. ``A blessing I am cursed to desire.''\n\nWith a dramatic swoop of his cape, the Black Gale headed for the elevator to go back to his office.\n\nHumming as she scrubbed the shampoo out of her hair, Makoto knew she had a decision to make. She didn't know for sure Kagura had bugged any of the bathrooms in the manor, but she also didn't know for sure he hadn't. An hour of her morning was spent searching the bathroom attached to her own quarter, for once grateful for its small size, before being willing to shower in it. She didn't think it would be feasible to search every restroom in the place, but it also made the most sense for him to have spy equipment in the more public areas, ones where guards or visiting diplomats might let slip a detail of some plot against him or the Duodecim.\n\n``I can't risk it. If I'm not in my quarters, I'll have to piss somewhere other than the bathrooms.'\n\nRinsed clean, Makoto shut off the water but remained standing in the shower for a minute. Bringing her large, bushy tail around in front, she did her best to squeeze it from as close to the base, where it flowed from its joint directly above her buttocks. Working her way down its length she squeezed what seemed like a gallon or more of water out of the plush fur. Leaning forward, Makoto gave herself a good shake. Starting at her head, pointed ears flapping wildly against her head, the shimmy traveled down her body. Her heavy breasts swung almost painfully back and forth, the pair of orbs thudding back together with a wet ``smack.'' The shake reached her hind-end, giving her booty an adorable wiggle before the motion traveled out through her tail. The motion had sent a fine mist of water flying off of her in all directions; fortunately she had not slid the shower curtain open before shaking this time. It left her hair, her tail, in a very bushy state, though she knew it would still be some time before her tail was totally dry unless she blew it out with the dryer she had requested.\n\nShe stepped out of the shower, pale skin flushed from the heat of the shower, and spread her legs to enjoy the cool air against her snatch, her tailhole. Though she didn't have any tasks or missions assigned to her that morning, Makoto knew that inevitably Kokonoe or Kagura would find her and rope her into something. A frown crossed her face at the thought of Kagura, returning to her previous predicament. With a sigh, the squirrel girl got to work finishing her grooming as she pondered potential solutions.\n\n``Lot of potted plants around. Could just pee in those I guess?'' she thought for a second before shaking her head at herself, realizing that even if Kagura hadn't actually bugged any of the bathrooms, even the less-used hallways would almost definitely have some kind of security monitoring.\n\nShe got dressed, donning her orange and black halter top, pulling the bottom down to cover most of her breasts, then stepping into the black thong, pulling it up so the material was snug between her cheeks and not pushing up against the base of her tail. Makoto continued to consider her options as she finished getting ready and stepped out of her room, figuring she would just head down to the lab and see what Kokonoe might have for her. She kept an eye out as she walked through the manor for any promising places that would offer enough privacy for her to piss.\n\nUnsurprisingly, the diminutive scientist did have tasks for her. She had barely opened her mouth to say hello when Kokonoe pointed to a stack of folders on a table near the door and asked her to deliver each report to its labeled recipient, some with instructions to bring back other data. Shaking her head, Makoto did as she was asked and grabbed the pile of paperwork. It never occurred to her to feel demeaned by being made an errand squirrel despite her impressive combat capabilities. On the contrary she was happy to be useful and to have something to occupy her between missions; not every day could be filled with fighting the enemies of the NOL.\n\nOne report was labeled ``Security.'' Curious what Kokonoe's research could have to do with the headquarters' security office. Apparently Kokonoe thought that she had found a way to set up some kind of sensors. Not entirely sure that sounded like a good idea, Makoto shrugged and knocked on the door for the security office. Hearing a muffled ``yeah, c'min,'' she opened the door and stepped into a room filled with monitors. Makoto looked around, smiling at the two officers sitting in front of the screens, then spotted the desk with a more primly-dressed man seated behind it.\n\n``This is for you,'' she said, setting the folder on the desk.\n\n``What is it?''\n\n``Some kind of report about seithr...mist? I don't really know, it's from Kokonoe,'' she replied.\n\n``Ahh, yes. Yes, yes. We'll get right on that,'' he said as he rolled his eyes, tone implying he would, in fact, not get right on it.\n\nMakoto giggled, she understood that Kokonoe could be a little overbearing with her ideas and inventions. Hefting the remaining folders she excused herself and headed towards the door. Noticing that one of the screens was black, she pointed at it with her free hand.\n\n``Is that one busted?'' she asked.\n\nThe officer on the right leaned back and nodded.\n\n``Yeah, that camera's been down for a month. Just a supply closet on the 3rd floor though, nobody uses it anyway so maintenance says it's `ass-tier priority.' Ah. `bottom-tier.' Sorry, ma'am.'' he quickly corrected his language after an elbow to the ribs from his compatriot.\n\nHer ears went straight up. Makoto was too busy thinking through what she had just heard to have noticed the profanity, much less be bothered by it. There was a supply closet, that no one used, that definitely didn't have security watching it. Her brain finally chugged back into action and she fully registered the comment.\n\n``Oh! It's no problem at all. Well, I've got to get the rest of these delivered,'' she said, practically bouncing out the door, orange skirt panels flapping to give the guards a pleasant view of her `bottom-tier' on the way out.\n\nShe didn't know her way around the building quite like the back of her hand yet, but she could only think of a few rooms on that floor that weren't dedicated to administrative rooms. Filing rooms, map libraries and Grimoire repositories took up most of the floor- places where the less ``hands-on'' research for Sector Seven took place. Makoto decided to take a quick trot down each hallway to see if she could figure out which one was her disused and unobserved supply closet. Fortunately, all but two of the doors were conspicuously labeled with their purpose, with one of the two being a heavy steel door that had no apparent opening mechanism and very obvious cameras trained on it and the surrounding hallway. ``Grimoires in there. That leaves this one,'' she thought to herself as she went back to the unassuming wooden door, a bit of dust sitting on top of the plain brass doorknob.\n\nTaking a surreptitious glance up and down the hallway, she shrugged and went inside. People were moving about, guards changing shifts, NOL officers hustling to and fro, but no one was particularly paying her much attention. It wasn't as though she wasn't allowed to be there. Inside, she looked about. The lights were on, but about half had burnt out and it was dim. Still, the fact that it wasn't pitch black, while the screen had been, helped confirm that the camera didn't work at all and assuaged her concerns.\n\nThe modest storage room looked like it had become the equivalent to the headquarters' ``junk drawer.'' There was a lot of old equipment and furniture, spare parts or tools, things that no one would ever really use again but seemed too important to get rid of. Peeking inside one box she found it was full of old NOL uniforms, all of them torn, faded, or otherwise damaged. Some ambitious soul likely thought they were salvageable, but no one would ever spend the time and effort to do it. Satisfied she had found her little bathroom away from her quarters, she headed out to finish delivering Kokonoe's reports. Before leaving, Makoto considered whether or not she should go ahead and pee, but she didn't need to particularly badly. Still, it wouldn't do to be seen coming in and out too often, and she was already there.\n\nTurning the deadbolt on the storage room's door with a soft click, she set the last half dozen folders on the ground and looked about for her ``spot.'' The box of uniforms was too big to comfortable squat over, and likely too flimsy to sit on, but maybe some of the clothes inside would do the trick. Rummaging through the box, trying not to sneeze with the dust she was kicking up, Makoto pulled out a large black greatcoat. Both sleeves appeared to have been burned off, the frayed arm holes singed. She dropped it on the floor and straddled it, quickly dropping into a squat and pulling her thong to the side to uncover her snatch.\n\nIt took a few seconds to get her stream started, the pressure light, and begin soaking the coat. She clenched her abs, forcing her stream to arc forward a little bit and hit with a soft pattering sound against the black cloth. Since it was already dark, there wasn't much visible difference as her yellow piss soaked into it, though it did start to push the dust out towards the edge of the growing ring of dampness. As it started to get saturated, her piss flowing onto it faster than it could wick outwards through the material, she could see it glistening in the dim light.\n\nIt wasn't long before she had finished; she knew it wouldn't be, she really hadn't needed to go very badly. The end of her stream dribbled off her pink pussy and landed with a trio of soft ``plinks'' on one of the tarnished brass buttons. Reaching between her legs with her other hand she grabbed a corner of the greatcoat and dabbed at her snatch, making sure she was dry, before sliding her thong back into place and standing up. Taking hold the shoulder she picked it up as she stood and tossed it back into the box she had gotten it from. Deciding to give herself a little bit more cover, literally, she pulled a few other items from deeper in the box and left them on top of the now-damp coat. Satisfied she would be able to get through most of the rest of the day without having to run up to her own quarters at the long wing off the back of the manor, she went about her task of delivering the last of the reports.\n\n-\n\nSeveral days later, Makoto found herself in a long strategy session in one of the conference rooms on the third floor. They had laid out several maps of the region across the large, ornate table, and assistants were hustling back and forth with Grimoires, dossiers, and other intel. Her position meant she was supposed to be there, but since she was more of a do-er than a planner she didn't have much input. She kept draining her glass out of boredom, chiming in with a suggestion or correction every once in a while. After a couple hours, she started to need to pee, but she didn't want to go all the way back to her quarters. ``Surely we'll be wrapped up soon,'' she grumbled.\n\nNext to her, Tager nodded, surprising her. She didn't think she'd said it out loud, but at least he agreed with the sentiment. The Red Devil wasn't much for meetings and contingency planning either, preferring to get his massive mechanical hands ``dirty'' with actual work. Makoto sighed, put her chin in her hand, and continued to struggle not to zone out. Her focus was shortly pulled south towards her pelvis as her bladder began to swell from the water she had been drinking.\n\nIt quickly became obvious that they were not going to wrap up soon as Kagura and Jin Kisaragi began arguing over the need to include the rather violent Hazuki Family in their plans. While the Hazukis were a part of the Duodecim, and the current endeavors would put agents in their 11th Hierarchical City, Kagura preferred not to include them where possible. Realizing it was going to drag on, she stood up.\n\n``If you gentlemen will excuse me for a minute,'' she said quietly, not wanting to interrupt such a heated discussion.\n\nKagura heard her nonetheless, and gave her a wicked grin.\n\n``If you need something from your quarters, we can have a page run and get it so that we are not deprived of your radiant presence,'' he said, waving a hand towards a young boy doing his best to be both entirely out of the way and also at the ready.\n\nSomething in his tone bothered her, made her narrow her eyes. She had heard the obvious flirting at the end of his statement, but was more bothered by the mention of her quarters. It made her wonder if he had noticed that she never showed up on any of the bathroom cameras that she still assumed he had in place.\n\n``N-no, I don't need that,'' she replied, not wanting to give anything away at this point. ``As I said, I'll be back in a minute. I'm sure you can manage without my `radiant presence' for just a bit,'' Makoto said, tossing her head defiantly as she walked out of the room.\n\nBarely bringing her hand up to return the salute from the guards stationed outside the door, she hurried down the hallway to the left. The storage room was in the other direction, but she wanted to take a slightly circuitous route so her destination wasn't so obvious. Making her way back around to the unmarked door, she glanced up and down the hallway again. Not seeing anyone at the intersections in either direction, she went in.\n\nOnce inside, it occurred to her that it was a good thing all of the old furniture and uniforms were already musty, so any scent that she might have left was completely covered up. In the last few days she had ducked in maybe a dozen times to relieve herself, finding a new piece of uniform to soak each time. Makoto didn't want to take the time to rummage around in a box full of soiled clothes. Taking a quick look around she noticed a low couch tucked at the back of the room. It looked like it was an antique ``fainting couch,'' a long, narrow lounge that was beautifully upholstered in a golden fabric with an intricate floral print.\n\nStriding over to it, she saw the upholstery was rather worn, faded and threadbare in many places. It was the perfect spot. Hiking her leg up she put her booted foot on the low couch, sinking into the aged foam padding. Once more she reached between her thighs to pull the black fabric of her thong to the side, exposing the pink lips of her pussy. Leaning back and tilting her hips forward, making sure that her arc would shoot forward enough to land on the couch cushion, she relaxed the tight ring of her pisshole.\n\nLetting out an audible ``ahhh,'' she sighed with relief as her piss hissed out of her, the pressurized jet landing on the couch with a loud patter. Though it splattered, little droplets bouncing up from the point of impact, her target was fairly center and her aim was good, so they rained back down to land on the cushion where they were easily absorbed. Though her pee initially soaked into the couch, as the area her stream was landing became saturated it started pooling on top before running outwards in an uneven circle until it found a new dry area and dropped into the voids between the threads. Her stream wavered as a shiver ran through her body, the sudden decrease in the volume of her bladder causing her abs to involuntarily squeeze, bearing down on her internal reservoir and forcing it out even faster.\n\nThe approaching thud of two pairs of boots coming down the hallway gave her a moment of panic. Her need was still too great, the piss flowing from her too forcefully for her to be able to squeeze her pisshole shut and cut off the flow. Eyes snapping to the door, she squinted, trying to tell in the low light if she had locked it or not. Fairly sure she had, the moment passed regardless as the footsteps decrescendoed into nothingness. Letting out the breath she didn't realize she had been holding, she really pushed down with her abs, wanting to finish her business quickly. Not that she wanted to get back to her other business with any haste.\n\nLooking down, the squirrel girl watched as the landing point of her piss slowly inched closer, her stream losing pressure as it drained out onto the couch cushion. Makoto leaned back, pushing her hips as far forward as she could without losing balance, her bushy tail keeping her upright. The last little bit of her pee dribbled out and fell straight down between her legs to drip onto the edge of the couch, a few final drops clinging to her pussy. She shook her hips, flinging them off of herself. Makoto bent over forwards to look at herself, making sure she seemed dry between her thighs. Satisfied she was, Makoto let her thong slide back into place.\n\nStanding up, she straightened her clothes and walked to the door. She placed a pointed ear against it, listening for anyone in the hallway beyond, and stepped outside. Makoto hoped to slip back into the planning meeting unnoticed, but that plan at least was immediately derailed.\n\n``Ah, welcome back, lovely Makoto. My, you're looking refreshed,'' Kagura commented the moment she stepped in the room.\n\n``Can it you lecherous creep, we have work to do,'' she snapped back, sitting down and crossing her arms.\n\n PAGE 23 \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Desperate Times, Desperate Measures

By: RedRocktober

``Is everything all right Miss Makoto?'' Tager asked.

The squirrel girl just frowned as they walked. She was twitchy, and not just because she kept seeing pairs of red eyes peering at them from the dark alleys, one or more of the Kaka watching their progress as they slowly made their way up from the lower levels of the 13th Hierarchical City. Makoto wasn't too worried about them, though there was always a chance one would give in to their generational anger at the NOL for what had been done to their clan's home. Besides, she knew she and Tager could more than handle anything a few Kaka could throw at them. Despite that, her little, brown ears kept flicking left and right, bushy squirrel tail swishing behind her.

``There have been no reports of Arakune in quite some time, Miss Makoto, and we should be in much safer territory soon. There's no need for worry,'' Tager continued, completely missing the mark on the source of her concern.

Makoto was torn between dismissing his thought or shooting him a withering glare, settling for the compromise of an indignant squeak. After a moment she decided she had to speak up.

``If there's no need to worry, why did you insist on leaving so immediately? You didn't even let me take a second to pee!''

Though a little flustered, not expecting such a candid response nor her accusatory tone, the massive cyborg's face remained completely stoic.

``I'm sorry Miss Makoto, we cannot miss the airship back to Yabiko, and with the gear-type elevators so unreliable, I just thought it would be best-''

Makoto cut him off with another miffed ``hmph!''

``I know your reasons, but we couldn't have waited even another couple minutes? If two minutes were the difference between making it on the airship or missing it, we were cutting it too close anyway.''

They walked on in silence for a little- as silent as the two could be, anyway. Their passage through the streets and up the various stairwells was marked by the soft scuffs of Makoto's boots, the thundering thud of the nearly 8-foot giant lumbering along with her.

Tager still felt the need to justify his reasoning, finally piping up again.

``The data Mr. Mutsuki sent us here for is critical and we must return to him to report, so that the-''

He continued on but Makoto just sighed, shaking her head and tuning him out. When he got focused like that it was best to just let him trundle on until he hit his endpoint naturally. Eventually he did.

``It's fine, Tager, let's just hurry up and get there.''

``Of course, Miss Makoto,'' he replied.

She bit her lower lip for a moment, trying to redirect her attention from her insides. She wasn't at risk of wetting herself by any means, but she was used to relieving herself first thing when she got up and had been denied that by Tager's insistence on a strict timetable. She couldn't be too mad at him, the big lug had a point about the gear-type elevators. You couldn't trust any of the ones in Kagutsuchi; the lower levels didn't have any at all, and then the places that did have them they were either rickety, slow, or entirely non-functional. The two couldn't even be sure any of the elevators they had used the day prior to get down to their target would be running to bring them back up towards the top.

They got to an intersection, the street grimy with the detritus of civilization, and while Tager turned left, Makoto went right.

``Oh, the stairs are this way, Miss Makoto.''

``Yeah but the elevator's down here, c'mon. It worked yesterday,'' she replied, clamping down internally, squeezing her pisshole shut against a momentary wave of pressure.

``But if it is out of order and we must backtrack, we'll lose-''

``Ugh, Tager come on. We're taking the elevator. If It doesn't work I'll just hop on your back and you can run us back to the stairs.''

Tager harrumphed with thinly hidden offense. While it would be no burden at all for him to carry the lithe little half-squirrel, he resented her assumption that she would use him as a steed. Nonetheless, he turned and followed her. While the stairs were barely a hundred yards from the intersection, the elevator was nearly a quarter mile away. They finally reached it, Makoto muttering her thanks that the doors were open and the car was there at their level. The two stepped in and she pulled the lever, both unconsciously holding their breath to find out if it would be working.

After a loud mechanical groan, the doors rattled shut and the car shook to life, beginning its ascent. Makoto placed a gloved hand on her exposed, toned midriff. Though it wasn't visible under her abs, she felt bloated. Her hand drifted south, stopping between her hips and the high-waisted straps of her thong, just above the top of her little orange skirt. A shiver went through her body, from her gold capped boots to the tips of her little brown ears. Shaking her head she dismissed it as a visceral reaction to the occasional screeching of metal on metal that was accompanying their ascent.

Becoming impatient, she put one hand on her waist and cocked her hips to the side, tapping a toe as they waited for the gear-type elevator to take them as high as it could. Despite how slowly it was moving, she reassured herself that it was still cutting time off of the trip. She knew there was a public restroom not too far from the airship platform, or if they didn't have time she could always go on the airship.

``This was a lucky gamble,'' Tager said approvingly.

Makoto just nodded, the growing pressure in her abdomen taking most of her attention. A wave of discomfort washed over her and she clamped her thighs together, knees banging, and hunching over for a moment.

``Miss Makoto! Is everything allright?'' Tager asked, genuine concern in his voice.

``Nn, Tager I swear. I told you already, I have to pee,'' she replied, voice shaky both with annoyance and from her strain of maintaining composure.

Glancing around the elevator Tager noted how filthy it already was.

``If...If it is that problematic, I will look away and let you do so in privacy here. It would add nothing that isn't already in this elevator car.''

She did consider it for a moment. If Tager hadn't been standing there she probably would have just pulled her underwear to the side and either bent over to spray the wall or squatted to leave a puddle on the elevator floor. There were so many gaps in the deckplates it wouldn't have even pooled for long, dripping down into the dark shaft. Sighing again she steeled herself against another shiver, body protesting her refusal to allow it relief.

``Looking away or not, I couldn't do that with you here,'' she replied, tone much softer, appreciating that he suggested a solution even if it wasn't one she was willing to take.

The elevator rattled to a stop at last, a disconcerting ``crunch'' accompanying the hydraulic hiss as the brakes locked it into place and the doors slid open. The moment they were wide enough to permit the slender squirrel through, her bushy tail preventing her from slipping through sideways, Makoto booked it out of the elevator car. Tager had to wait a little longer, his bulk necessitating a much wider gap, but at last they were both back out onto the street and at a much higher level in the city. They weren't quite up where the airship dock was, but they were close.

Makoto picked up the pace, wanting to get to a bathroom sooner than later. The big cyborg had no problem keeping up, adjusting his stride to match. They turned more than a few heads as they made their way through the more vibrant part of the city, the sidewalks actually in use by the inhabitants. Just as many eyes were drawn by the massive crimson man as the scantily clad demi-human, the supple curves of her breasts and butt visible below the orange cloth of her top and skirt.

At last they made it to the airship dock, Tager insisting they go there before anywhere else to make sure they didn't miss it. While Makoto was annoyed that they had managed to get there so early that boarding hadn't even started, she also realized it was due almost entirely to finding the functional elevator. It also meant she could go find a toilet before she burst and gave everyone something very different to pull their attention.

``All right Mr. Punctual, get our tickets. There's a public restroom about a block that way, I'll be back in a few,'' she told him, turning and walking quickly away without waiting for a response.

There was a small public park, and though the bathrooms weren't typically as sanitary as she would like she also knew it meant other people avoided it as well so it shouldn't be occupied. ``Any port in a piss-storm'' she thought to herself as she walked inside the little information center back to the door of the bathroom. Putting her hand out to push the door open she practically skidded to a stop as the words on the sign registered.

Closed for cleaning said the piece of paper taped to the door.

``You've gotta be kidding me!'' she exclaimed aloud.

The irony was not lost on her but she had much more pressing needs. Next to the door was a cart filled with cleaning supplies- chemicals, rags, wipes. Makoto pushed on the door anyway, but it was locked. She was bouncing from one foot to the other as she tried to figure out what to do, her annoyance that there was no janitor in sight quickly overridden by another pang from her lower abdomen, the pressure in her bladder reaching a critical point. Her eyes fell on a small trash can on the cart. Desperate, she grabbed it and set it on the ground in front of the door.

Taking one final look around to make sure she was alone, Makoto straddled the small lined bin and bent her knees, squatting just a bit to make sure her pussy was directly over the can she reached between her thighs and pulled her black thong to the side. She had barely gotten the cloth out of the way when her urine burst from her pisshole, the wide spray accompanied by a loud hiss as the incohesive stream of fluid jetted out under high pressure.

Makoto grunted, the initial relief overridden as her body instinctively bore down, abs tensing up to press against her bladder and force her pee out. As well as the hissing as it sprayed out of her pussy, there was a fairly loud pattering noise from the clear golden liquid hitting the black plastic bag lining the metal bin.

Focused on keeping her legs wide enough apart that she didn't get any pee on her thigh-high socks, she had no concern for the fact that the pressure was causing some of her stream to arc past the edge of the can, landing on the tile in an archipelago of little puddles. Each passing moment her bladder deflated a little more, its liquid contents spraying noisily from between her legs. As the pressure let off, her stream eventually coalesced into a single arc, though it was still something of a wide beam as it left her pussy.

Her eyes closed, Makoto moaned, relief finally washing over her body. Though she had to keep herself braced in that position, tail unfurled behind her to keep balance while maintaining her aim into the trash can, she relaxed somewhat. As the bin filled with the squirrel-girl's piss, the sound morphed from the loud plastic pattering to the tinkling of liquid splashing into liquid. Her urine had started to pool in the bottom, running in clear rivulets down through the creases and folds of the black plastic.

Despite the pressure lessening, she still had plenty of pee left and her stream continued unabated.

``Ugh, I hope no one comes in and sees me,'' she mumbled, beginning to question the wisdom of her chosen toilet.

``Wouldn't be a problem if Tager hadn't made me hold it!'' Makoto justified to herself.

Still, she was surprised at just how much pee she actually had left. Makoto looked down between her legs, glad she had at least chosen a position where she didn't risk any splashback on her thighs. The girl's wasted water was splashing loudly now in the deepening pool , droplets spraying upwards and out to form a fine mist on the bag, tiny droplets merging to form larger droplets before giving up to gravity and returning down to the puddle they had come from.

Focused on her release, she didn't hear Tager's surprisingly quiet approach. The big cyborg shuddered to a stop as he came around the corner and caught sight of the nearly-naked NOL officer peeing into a trash can. The scene almost didn't register, his eyes locked on the sparkling yellow spray shooting downwards from her crotch. Tager's gaze was hidden by the reflective glass of his goggles, but it was nonetheless obvious he was staring at her.

``Miss Makoto,'' his deep voice boomed in the tiled hallway despite trying to keep his volume low.

Her stream almost cut off for a moment as his sudden presence startled her.

``Tager! What are you doing?!'' she asked in a shout-whisper, not wanting to draw any more attention to her.

``I received a transmission, Mr. Mutsuki needs us to meet an informant before returning-''

``You couldn't have waited to tell me?'' she hissed angrily, her pee still pouring out of her. Damn his devotion to `the mission' she thought to herself.

``But we received a new assignment! I thought I should tell you right away,'' he stammered, defending his actions.

She gave him a moment, then shout-whispered again.

``Ok well what are you still doing standing there? Can't you let me finish my business in private? Quit creeping!''

The Red Devil somehow became even more red, face flush with embarrassment. He turned and hurried away, his apology a mumbled mess of words. With a sigh, brows furrowed in frustration, Makoto bore down with her abs, trying to finish emptying herself as quickly as possible.

After a momentary increase in volume, her stream finally reduced to a trickle, the last drops falling from her pink lips into the can. Still keeping her thong pulled to the side, she reached for the roll of paper towels on the cart with her other hand. Makoto pulled one free and dabbed herself dry. She crumpled up the damp sheet and dropped it into the can where it floated on the surface of her pool of piss for a moment before it had absorbed enough to lose its buoyancy and it sank into the pee. Standing upright she adjusted her thong, repositioning the straps that went high over her waist, and pulled her little orange skirt back into place.

Forgetting that she had sprinkled some on the floor, Makoto hurried out of the building, leaving the janitor a little extra work for slacking on getting the bathrooms cleaned to begin with. Still annoyed with Tager she practically stomped towards him at the platform for the airship. He didn't look down at her when she finally stopped next to him. Neither one said anything for a moment.

``You knew I was using the restroom, why didn't you wait for me to come back?'' she asked, breaking the silence.

``Well, I thought-''

``Where's the new assignment?'' she interrupted.

``It's in Yabiko, near-''

``So it doesn't change our immediate plans?''

``No, Miss Makoto, but -''

``Would it have decreased our chances of success if you waited,'' she asked, not letting Tager finish a sentence.

``Well, no, Miss Mak-''

``Seems like you wanted to come find me peeing,'' she accused, though she knew it was hollow.

In her heart she knew it was just Tager's overenthusiastic devotion to their success rather than anything remotely nefarious that had led the big cyborg to that embarrassing moment. Her lingering shock was fueling her anger, causing her to lash out a bit. Her words shocked him in turn and he couldn't find words to reply for a moment.

``Well I certainly didn't expect you to be out in the hallway like that'' he finally said, turning an accusation on her in his defense.

``The bathroom was locked! And you made me hold it all day, said we couldn't even wait long enough for me to pee. Hmph.''

He couldn't deny it, but he also was still too confused about the entire situation to properly apologize both for inconveniencing her and for walking in on the woman at such an inopportune time. The two continued to largely ignore one another as loudspeakers announced the airship was boarding and they made their way into its gondola. After they had been underway for maybe an hour Makoto finally asked what their mission was, consciously avoiding any implication that it wasn't nearly important enough for him to have come and found her like he did.

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Makoto was starting to get a little bored as she waited. In an unusual moment of under-explanation, Tager had simply said that they needed to go meet with an informant in the 6th Hierarchical City, before returning to Mutsuki, but had not prepared her for how long such a meeting was to be. They were sitting in a booth at the back of a quiet cafe, chosen for how poorly lit the restaurant was, in a mostly futile attempt to make The Red Devil a bit less obvious. She was keeping an eye out and they seemed safe, but was struggling to keep focused on the conversation. It was all dates and times and codenames and she was quickly losing interest. She knew Tager would be able to keep all the details straight and report accurately back to Kagura once they got there.

Letting her mind wander, she reached out and took the glass of ice water on the table, taking a small sip before setting it down. Moments later she repeated the action, and then took a third sip. It was more to keep her hands occupied than out of any sense of thirst. Despite the small quantities she was taking in each time it wasn't long before half the glass was empty. It wasn't long after that when it was full again, an attentive waiter stopping by to top it up from a pitcher. Soon enough she'd had two whole glasses and she realized it was time to let it back out.

Glancing at her compatriot and their contact she realized she was not going to be missed in the slightest. Not to mention if any trouble did start, the Red Devil could certainly handle himself. Not bothering to excuse herself, she simply got up and walked around the small bar at the back of the restaurant into the dark hallway leading to the bathrooms. Two doors had a little toilet icon painted on them, no indicator as to which sex either one was intended for. Shrugging she gently pushed on the first one and it resisted, clattering quietly against its frame. She heard the rustling of someone shifting around inside. Makoto moved on and pushed the other door, releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding when it swung open to reveal the empty single-occupancy restroom. Turning she shut the door and slid the lock home.

Makoto turned back and her ears immediately drooped, laying flat against her head. The bathroom had a seated toilet with the water tank built onto the back, rather than the squatting toilet more traditional in a few of the older Hierarchical Cities. They were very uncomfortable for her to use; sitting on them always ended up squishing her tail against the cold porcelain tank. Not to mention few public bathrooms were clean enough for her to feel comfortable with that. She would use it if desperate but always felt like she needed to shower right away after and clean out the fur of her tail.

Grumbling, she decided she could wait a bit. ``How much longer could they possibly be? I'm sure we'll be at Kagura's before long.'' she thought to herself, mentally working to ignore the growing pressure in her lower abdomen. With a disappointed sigh she turned around and unlatched the door, leaving the bathroom only moments after entering it.

The other two apparently didn't notice she had left, Tager turning to look at her when she slid into the booth next to him.

``Oh, Miss Makoto. Is everything all right? We are almost wrapped up here. We have gotten a lot of excellent information that I believe Mr. Mutsuki will be very happy to receive.''

Makoto's ears perked back up.

``All good here Tager. Should I call for a pickup?''

``Yes, Captain Kohaku has been assigned to meet us and transport us the final leg of our journey.''

Makoto nodded and let Tager know she would be waiting for him outside, standing up again and walking out onto the sidewalk in front of the little cafe, using her communicator to call Hibiki. It wasn't long before Tager stepped outside as well. The young man who had been on the other side of the table didn't follow, she assumed he had probably left by a more discreet exit. After giving Tager Hibiki's ETA, she leaned back against the brick wall, doing her best to be inconspicuous as a half-squirrel standing next to the Red Devil could possibly be.

As they waited, she kept checking the time, shifting her position as she leaned. Thought not much time had passed since her aborted trip to the bathroom, her need seemed to grow exponentially. So close to being able to relieve herself, yet denied the opportunity made her seem to focus on it even more. ``Hibiki will be here soon and it's not a long trip to Kagura's place. she told herself. Each passing moment, the pressure in her lower abdomen seemed to grow, the water she had been absently sipping through their meetup making its way into her bladder. She was starting to feel a little bit bloated, a twinge of pain signaling that she would need to empty herself out before too long.

Makoto felt a drop of wetness hit her left ear. A second cold drop landed on her shoulder, bared by the design of her halter top.

``Ah crap,'' she said, looking up at the gray sky as it started to rain. ``I didn't look at the weather bulletin for today. Couldn't they have held the rain off for another hour?'' Makoto asked aloud, as though the NOL should have discussed plans with her before deciding how to regulate the weather for the day.

``I have unfortunate news, Miss Makoto. I am receiving word that Captain Kohaku will be delayed. We may need to wait another fifteen minutes or so,'' Tager informed her, low voice rumbling.

``Hmph,'' was her reply, trying not to squirm

As she moved about, trying to keep herself distracted from her growing need, the over-the-waist straps of her thong shifted in sinuous lines, accentuating the writhing curves of her bare stomach, the fidgeting flutter of her abs. Makoto unintentionally gave any passerby an enticing dance, cocking her hips from one side to the other. The bottoms of her toned buttocks, hanging below the hem of her short orange skirt, bounced each time she shifted her weight.

Deciding that she might not be able to hold it until they got to Kagura Mutsuki's manor, she thought for a moment about ducking back in the darkness between their cafe and the neighboring business. The last thing she wanted, however, was a repeat of the previous day. Tager had seen more than enough and she wasn't about to give him another eyeful. The prospect of getting her big bushy tail squished up and grimy on the back of the toilet was not particularly enticing, but she decided she did not have much choice.

``I'll be right back,'' she said, leaving Tager to wait for Hibiki in the rain.

``Oh, did we forget something at the table, miss?'' the hostess asked Makoto when she got inside.

``Oh no, um. Sorry, we were waiting outside for someone but they're gonna be late. I just need to use the bathroom.''

``Of course, miss. They're just back there in that hallway, use either one,'' the hostess replied.

Makoto nodded and hurried back into the hallway for the second time that evening. Seeing that the first door was open just a crack she pushed on it and went inside, quickly locking it behind her. She stood in front of the toilet for a moment, not wanting to sacrifice the comfort and cleanliness of her tail. A pang from her abdomen let her know that her body would make the decision for her if she didn't move quickly. With a resigned sigh she lifted the toilet lid up but immediately frowned.

``Ugh, gross,'' she said, seeing streaks of grime and mildew along the underside.

Even more than before she didn't want to sit down and squish her tail up against it. For a moment she thought about sitting on it backwards, facing the tank, so that her tail wouldn't get dirty. Makoto quickly discounted that thought as it meant she would be facing all that dirt and grime instead, and risk touching it as she reached between her legs hold her thong out of the way. Not to mention that sitting was a much less natural position to relieve herself in than squatting, always finding that she would leave unsatisfied, feeling like she hadn't gotten it all out if she had to sit instead.

Her body reflexively clamping shut her pisshole, muscles reacting to prevent a premature deluge, Makoto made a decision. Simply squatting where she was, she spread her knees and reached between her thighs to move the black fabric of her thong out of the way of her hole. The moment the cold, overly conditioned air of the restaurant restroom hit the sensitive skin of her snatch, her piss burst from her with an audible hiss. She was still in front of the toilet, mostly facing it so that the stream of spent water shot out in a clear arc against the white porcelain, running down to pool around the base and trickle back towards the squirrel girl.

Makoto sighed with relief, the quivering of her muscles reducing as she began to empty herself on the bathroom floor. She hadn't expected such an intense feeling, surprised at how much water she had apparently had at the table. The demi-human shivered, her stream wavering in front of her, the point of impact waving back and forth for a moment. Her large, brown-furred tail quivered behind her, shifting in counter to her motions, keeping her balanced on the balls of her feet as she squatted on the tile.

Glad she was wearing her boots, she watched as her urine started pooling around her feet, collecting in the grout between the tiles. A fine mist was spraying off the toilet from the force of her stream hitting it, creating a halo as the tiny droplets reflected and refracted the stark lighting. The puddle on the floor continued to grow, expanding across the floor. She wished for a moment that she had a bar to hang on to like the squat toilets had, as it made balancing much simpler. Makoto was having to be careful not to let her tail brush the floor behind her. The focus was preventing her from fully relaxing, but the relief as her bladder continued to shrink inside her was still strong.

She watched the clear liquid, with only the barest tinge of yellow, jetting out from her pussy. Makoto could feel her stomach becoming less bloated, the hissing sound as it shot out from between her legs covered by the loud splattering when it hit the toilet. There was a quiet burbling noise as well, like a mountain brook rolling over age-polished stones, as the stream of piss ran down the porcelain to join the puddle on the floor.

Makoto felt like she had been peeing forever but she knew it couldn't have been all that long. Still, she didn't want to take too much time and potentially keep Tager and Hibiki waiting. Bearing down with her abs, she grunted as she compressed her bladder. The hissing got much louder as she pushed her pee out faster, the pressure sending the arc higher on the base of the toilet. After a few seconds it began to abate, falling lower and lower on the white porcelain until finally it was splashing in the pooled pee on the floor. Still careful to keep her tail high, she tilted her pelvis upwards, making sure her stream landed far enough ahead of her that it didn't splash back onto her black thigh-high socks.

She could see a few droplets forming on the orange leather of her boots. A moment of panic hit her when she realized she hadn't checked if that bathroom had any toilet paper, a problem she had run into before. Her head whipped to the right and she breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that there was a roll on the holder. This relief was shortly replaced by the relief of an empty bladder, her pee finally and completely expelled. Wanting to make sure she really was empty, Makoto pushed one more time, squeezing her pelvic muscles to shoot out a final squirt into the puddle beneath her.

Frowning, she encountered a logistical problem. The toilet paper was to her right, but her right hand was holding her thong aside. She had to choose between trying to reach across herself with her left hand to grab it and risk losing her balance, or let go of her thong and get it wet with whatever droplets may have clung to the pink skin of her pussy lips. She decided the latter would be the lesser risk. Makoto tried to fling any straggling droplets off by bouncing on her heels a few times before letting go of the black cloth of her thong.

Pulling a few sheets off of the roll, first she pressed them against her snatch, satisfied that she had managed to get herself mostly dry before settling her clothing back in place. Looking at the white paper squares she saw there were almost no damp spots, so she used them to wipe down her boots, removing the glisten from the splattered piss. Crumpling it up she moved to toss it into the toilet but paused, realizing there was almost no point. The floor had to be cleaned up anyway, a couple squares of toilet paper wouldn't add anything meaningful to the mess she would be leaving on the bathroom floor. With an internal shrug she dropped the paper into the puddle, the piss quickly wicking into it and causing it to become almost translucent as it sank through the pee to rest on the tile.

Makoto stood up then paused again, realizing that her soles were wet too, the bottoms of her boots surrounded by squirrel piss. It wouldn't do to track out wet boot-prints through the restaurant. Stepping backwards so she was clear of her liquid leavings, she pulled a few more sheets from the roll on the holder and dabbed the the rubber soles her boots one at a time. Satisfied, she dropped that sheet to join its compatriot in the pool of pee.

``Now I just hope no one comes in here too soon. I don't expect we'll come back here anyway, not once we've already used it for a meet.'' she thought, glad that operational security dictated that she would never need to show her face there again. The quantity of piss on the floor reassured her, however, that regardless of the consequences now they would be much better than had she tried to hold it.

Makoto opened the door slowly and looked out, was relieved to see that no one was waiting to use it after her, and walked quickly through the cafe to the front. She barely acknowledged the hostess with a mumbled ``thanks'' before hurrying through the door.

``Ah, perfect timing Miss Makoto. Miss Vermilion has just arrived,'' Tager helpfully informed her.

``Great. What are we waiting for then, let's get going.''

Makoto was glad they were done and headed back to their command center. She was looking forward to getting the heavy tonfas off of her wrists, for one, but she also needed to pee and preferred to do that in the clean, comfortable bathrooms in the large estate that served as the nerve center of the Mutsuki family, and through them the Duodecim. Kagura, of course, had other ideas.

-

``Let's celebrate!'' he said, taking the liberty of placing an arm around each of the women walking with him, not going so far as to attempt to grope them but certainly an unwelcome advance.

Noel flushed, looking away but not otherwise rebuffing him. Makoto had no such reservations. She swatted his hand away, giving his forearm a calculated, glancing blow from her tonfa. Not hard enough to injure him by any means, but enough to hurt and get her point across.

``Oh, you wound me,'' he said dramatically, ``and I don't just mean physically.''

Makoto rolled her eyes, ignoring his suggestion as they continued to walk down the street to the gear-type elevator that would take them back to their home base.

``Come on girls, what do you say?''

``What are we celebrating, Mr. Mutsuki?'' Noel asked.

``Why...LIFE, of course! Isn't that enough? Come now, let me buy you a round. Or three,'' he replied turning from their path with a swoop of his black and red cape to head towards a smaller side street. ``There's a bar down this way, `Boundary's Respite,' maybe another 10 minute walk, that has the best...well the drinks are...well, that is, they haven't kicked me out before.''

The frank admission elicited a snicker from the demi-human, an unusual acknowledgment of the overindulgence in his vices for the Black Gale. The idea of going somewhere and drinking, however, was not in Makoto's plans at the moment. Not just because it would be with Kagura, either.

``I know you've got booze in your desk Kagura. And in the conference room. And the kitchen. Hell, is there a room that doesn't have liquor stashed away?'' Makoto asked.

``Weeelll,'' he started to reply, but Makoto cut him off.

``Whatever. Can we just get back to the manor please?''

``Nothing is pressing right now, and I would know the moment something was of course. Come onnn, come drink with us-'' Kagura carried on, oblivious to Noel's reaction at the word, ``us,'' and his assumption that her agreement was a given.

Makoto sighed and shook her head. '' 'cause I have to pee,'' she said flatly.

Noel gasped audibly, her sense of propriety shocked that Makoto would so openly admit to such a private, personal need. Kagura, however, was not nearly so taken aback. He didn't miss a beat, still taking small steps towards his suggested destination like he was trying to lead on a reluctant animal.

``The quickest path to the Respite is through a rather dark alleyway. Just go there on the way, you wouldn't be the first,'' Kagura suggested nonchalantly.

His indifferent tone implied that he might have been among aforementioned previous users of said alleyway. The gleam in his eye, however, implied he wasn't as indifferent as he was trying to put on.

``Gross, no! I'm not letting you stand and watch me piss in some alleyway! You pervert!''

Makoto considered jumping over to hit him again with a tonfa, but decided she would rather not be any closer to him.

``Why, I would never impugn a lady's honor like that!'' he replied, feigning hurt and insult. ``Unless she wanted that, of course,'' Kagura continued under his breath, though not quiet enough for Makoto's sharp ears to miss it.

``Ugh. You make me sick. No, we're going back.''

The squirrel-girl had no qualms about the location he had suggested, merely the company involved. Not waiting for any additional argument from him, Makoto continued on their original path towards the elevator that would take them back towards the compound. She heard a series of dramatic, disappointed sighs behind her and rolled her eyes, but was glad that they were followed by two pair of approaching footsteps.

-

Throwing the doors open, Makoto hurried through ahead of the other two and made her way towards the nearest bathroom. She was walking so quickly, her mind focused so entirely on her goal that she didn't hear Kokonoe walking down the intersecting hallway and nearly crashed into her rounding the corner.

``Oh, Professor, I'm so sorry, I didn't-''

``Ah! Makoto, I was focused on my-''

The two women tried to apologize to one another simultaneously.

``No no, it's no problem. Please excuse me, I need to go-''

``Fortunately I wasn't carrying anything delicate, but actually since you're here I could use-''

They continued to talk over each other for a moment longer before finally Makoto stopped and nodded at the pink-haired scientist.

``Please. Go ahead, what is it you need?'' she deferred to the slightly shorter woman despite her need.

``Ah, well. Tager's working on something in the lab for me and I really should get back down there to help him. However, I would like to get this data pad secured in my office. Would you mind?

Makoto bit her lip. The door to the bathroom was in sight, maybe fifty feet down at the end of the hall. If Kokonoe needed her help, however, she could wait the two or three more minutes it would take to zip <over to Kokonoe's office and lock the pad inside.>Sighing, she steeled herself to hold out just a little longer.

``Of course, Kokonoe. I'll get right on it.''

She had hardly finished before the scientist had her golden eyes glued to the scribbles on the clipboard in her hand, the other holding a blue lollipop as usual. Barely more than a pink and white blur, Kokonoe vanished down the hall to head up to her office. Makoto made her way quickly to the elevator, trying not to break into a run. Each moment in the elevator, each <forced smile at passing officers as she walked to Kokonoe's office>, each step back to the hallway was accompanied by an excruciating increase in the pressure in her bladder.

Finally back at the bathroom door she put a hand out to push it open and- bonk - ran face first into it.

``Occupied!'' came a muffled male voice from the other side of the thick wooden door.

``Wh- Kagura! You get out of there, you know I need to go!'' she shouted back at him.

``Would that I could, my dear madam Nanaya, but I am somewhat indisposed just now. I shan't offend your sensibilities with the details,'' Kagura said.

She could swear she heard him snickering, but the thickness of the fancy carved doors meant not much sound made it through. Makoto made a fist and banged on the carved wooden panel.

``Let me in you no-good loser, I've gotta piss!'' Makoto shouted again, unconcerned who might hear.

``You'll have to find another bathroom, Makoto, I suspect I'll be here a while. Oh, but before you go looking, the one a floor above isn't available, something about the plumbing?''

Kagura wasn't shouting, so his voice was a little quiet but it was clear enough. ``Damnit, is he serious right now?'' she asked aloud, though not loud enough for Kagura to hear her. She was starting to panic, unsure where she could go. There was a bathroom back down in the lab but it would take a couple of minutes to get down there. Other than that, she wasn't entirely sure where the nearest bathroom would be. She pounded her fist on the door again, the heavy wood issuing a deep thud that bounced around in the hallway of all hard surfaces, tile and stone.

``Ah! Dear Makoto,'' she managed to catch between thumps, ``I may have a solution!''

Stepping back, putting her hands on her hips, she waited. Her bushy tail was unfurled behind her, swishing left and right in her anger.

``Well? I'm waiting.''

Makoto's tone made it clear she would not be waiting for long. Her bladder also made it clear to her that she wouldn't be waiting for long, because if she did she would have pee running down her leg.

``Yes of course, the amicable solution- and I think you will agree this is quite a reasonable compromise- would be for you to simply join me.''

She didn't respond at first. The door was locked, so that would mean he had to get up and walk over to the door anyway, on top of which there was only one toilet. Makoto wasn't entirely sure what he was proposing.

``What, with you in there?'' she asked, her surprise a momentary distraction from her need.

``Certainly, why not? I need the facilities, you need the facilities. We're both professional adults, what's the harm?'' he asked.

She could think of a lot of harm.

``I'm just - you - am I supposed to just piss in the sink or something?'' she asked, confused and a little incredulous.

``Ah! Ever the ingenious girl, Makoto. That's an even better idea than what I was going to suggest.''

Her eyes narrowed with suspicion.

``And what were you going to suggest?'' she asked, crossing her arms, not entirely sure she actually wanted to hear the answer.

``Ohh, don't, no, don't worry about it. The sink is an excellent idea. It wouldn't bother me in the slightest seeing you up on the counter, skirt lifted and legs spread and -''

Makoto didn't let him finish, rearing back to plant the flat of her boot high up on the door three, four times. A lesser door would have given way under the assault.

``You pervert, you filthy freak, how could you suggest such a thing, you are my superior officer and that is entirely inappropriate, I swear when I get my hands on you I'm gonna ring that pervy neck of yours, I'm gonna send you to the Boundary, let the seithr take you you filthy-''

Kagura was laughing from inside the bathroom, not even using it. He was standing, leaning against the countertop enjoying not only what he saw as playful banter and flirting with the attractive young squirrel girl, but getting at least as much pleasure out of getting under her skin. He was tempted to open the door and make a big show of ``sacrificing'' for the needs of his subordinates, but suddenly the thumping sound that he assumed was Makoto kicking the door had stopped. Frowning in confusion, he listened for a moment.

``Hmm, I don't hear her walking away. I suppose the door is rather thick. She must have run off to the lab bathroom and I didn't hear it over the echoes,'' he thought aloud.

In actuality, Makoto had made a different decision. Rather than go looking somewhere else, if Kagura wouldn't let her in to pee in the bathroom, then she would pee on it. With her right foot still up on the door, she reached between her legs and pulled her thong aside. The orange panel of her skirt was short enough that she didn't even need to move it out of the way. Without even looking down the hall to make sure she was alone, she relaxed the tightly clenched sphincter of her pisshole to release a golden deluge on the intricate carvings decorating the door.

Inside, Kagura shrugged, assuming she had left to hurry to another bathroom he turned and walked over to the toilet. ``Might as well while I'm here'', he thought, unbuckling the massive leather belt around his hips.

Just on the outside the bathroom, a torrent of urine was spraying chaotically against the door, hissing loudly as it sprayed out of her. There was so much pressure expelling her piss that it stretched the tiny hole in her pussy almost painfully, the tight ring dilating as much as possible. She could feel a little bit of warm liquid hitting her bare leg, the backsplash of piss mist cooling quickly. Most of the splatter lost its horizontal velocity and fell to the floor, pattering just as loudly on the tile as it did initially against the door.

Her eyes were closed, trying to focus on keeping her balance as her bladder emptied out in the hallway, a liquid sheet of piss flowing down over the textured engraving on the door like some perverse version of a zen waterfall you might see in rooms people call ``the foyer.'' When a shiver rolled through her body, the relief momentarily overwhelming, she looked down. Makoto had a flash of fear, concerned that her pee might run under the door and Kagura would see it. She realized that had she agreed to either of his suggestions that day he would have seen a lot more than that, so she decided it wasn't worth being concerned about. He'd be unable to miss the large and growing puddle outside the door whenever he finally came out, anyway.

A second realization hit, that he might open the door while her foot was propped up against it. Deciding that she would probably hear him approaching the door and could at least put her foot down so she didn't fall, Makoto decided not to change a thing, that she would finish out her pee. Despite the volume in her bladder, the sheer velocity with which it was flowing out of her meant she was emptying rather quickly.

Looking down, she saw just how much there was. The squirrel-girl's pee was spreading out into the hallway, the growing pool expanding in all directions as more flowed into it down the door or fell from the splashback in a cacophony of quiet tinkling sounds. The expansion was uneven, the golden boundary slipping farther in one direction as the pee hit a spot of tile that still had a bit of floor cleaner on it. The soap's lower surface tension allowed it to flow more freely, a long liquid finger running under her until it hit the baseboard on the other wall behind her and spread out along the corner.

Makoto didn't know how much time had passed but she decided she didn't really want to still be there if he opened the door. Her entire frustration was borne of not wanting to expose herself to him, around him, anywhere near him. She wasn't completely empty, but her stream was falling directly down from her crotch, rather than spraying forward in a golden arch, and she figured she had emptied enough to be satisfied for a while. With minimal effort she clamped her pisshole shut, a slight pang sparking from between her legs as her bladder kept pushing against the closed hole. Once it had passed, she carefully put her foot down, stepping wide to avoid splashing her heavy boot in the puddle. A frown crossed her face when she realized that her other boot was surrounded by the pooled pee, and that with nothing to wipe it she would inevitably track some at least a few steps.

Deciding it couldn't be helped, she fired a parting shot, verbally, before walking off.

``Next time you'll let the lady go first, you filthy loser!'' she shouted at the still-closed door and then stomped away.

That shook Kagura out of his reverie as he was sitting on the cool porcelain.

``What's that? She was still standing out there? What on earth could she have meant by that,'' he wondered, hand on his chin.

Kagura would find out soon enough exactly what he meant. For Makoto's part, she was already fifty feet down the hall. Grabbing a couple tissues out of a box on an ornate little side table, she reached under her skirt and pulled her thong aside, dabbing at both it and her pussy. Crumpling up the dampened tissues, she tossed them into the filigreed metal wastebin next to it and made her way up to her room to change.

-

With a reverberating ``thunk,'' Makoto locked the door behind her. Though she wasn't desperate, she was taking the rare moment that Kokonoe wasn't demanding she and Tager be working on something in the lab with her to use the restroom. They were waiting for a test to run and there really wasn't much anyone could do until it wrapped up and they got the data. The squirrel girl was glad to take the opportunity, since she wasn't in a big hurry and could use the bathroom near the lab, she could actually take her time to get entirely out of her undergarment. It wasn't an easy proposition but it made relieving herself much more relaxing and simple, rather than having to ensure she kept the strip of her thong pulled out of the way.

Boots clicking on the tile, she walked over to lean back against the counter, shivering as the cold stone hit the bare skin of her buttocks. It took a little effort to reach behind herself and unhook where the top of the straps of her black cutout bodysuit attached underneath her halter top. ``And it'll be more annoying to re-hook it when I'm done'' she thought, but she still thought it would be worth it. Careful not to let the tight elastic straps pop her, Makoto let go of them and slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her skirt. She considered leaving it on; the skirt was short enough that it was never in the way of doing her business. Deciding it was the least inconvenient part of the process, she slid the skirt over her hips and to the floor, easily stepping out of it. Once it was off, the high straps of her undergarment hanging loose to her sides, she grabbed the bands going up and over her waist and pulled that down as well, the thin strip of black cloth stretching as it slid out from between her butt cheeks.

Letting the garment drop to the floor, she took a couple of steps over to the toilet. Planting her feet on either side of the porcelain trough installed in the floor, she dropped into a squat, lifting her bushy tail to keep balance. Makoto shivered for a second time. Her outfit wasn't exactly warm and insulating but a little something was better than nothing in the cold sublevels of the manor where the lab was. She could feel the cold air on her snatch, her bare ass, even her pink tailhole as her cheeks spread in her squat.

With her eyes closed, Makoto took a deep breath and relaxed, her piss spraying out in a quiet hiss to hit the porcelain basin beneath her. The pale yellow liquid filled the white trough, beginning to run into the hole at the front. As her water waste filled in, the tone shifted from that of a hard spattering on the solid bowl to a light tinkling to a deeper splash. Little droplets splattered up from the force of the impact to cling to the walls of the toilet, hanging there until gravity overcame friction and they slid down to join the rest in the bottom.

Makoto couldn't help but let out a little moan of relief as her bladder decompressed, deflating inside her, its contents emptying as she squatted with her legs spread wide. The pink lips of her pussy were pulled apart by her stance, her stream springing free to arc directly into the toilet without clinging to her. She had been so busy lately, constantly running from one place to the next on this mission or that errand that she felt like she hadn't had the time for a properly relaxing pee in days. Several times she had to improvise out of desperation. It didn't bother her in the least to use unconventional ``toilets,'' but nothing compared to being able to take her time and savor the release.

Her flow began to slow to a trickle, eventually clinging to her pussy lips and running down to drip off of her buttocks. She made sure she was fully empty, tensing up her abs to squeeze out a final shot of piss, pisshole clenching shut after and sealing back tight. Makoto bounced on her heels a few times, her firm, muscular buttocks barely jiggling to fling the final droplets down into the trough of the squat toilet. She reached out to the left to pull a few sheets of toilet paper off the roll and wiped herself, starting at the top of her snatch and running the thin paper back to dab at her ass, then dropped it into the bowl below. The white squares quickly darkened and turned yellow as they became saturated with pee and sank to the bottom. Makoto repeated the action until she was satisfied that she was dry. Yanking the handle to flush, she stood up as a rush of clear water pushed her own golden offering into the hole and out.

Walking back over to the sink, a lopsided grin on her face, Makoto washed her hands. She knew she would return to the lab refreshed and refocused. Reversing the steps to get her undergarment and skirt back on, she grumbled as she struggled getting the top of the cutout bodysuit hooked to the inside of her halter, the fastener right in the center of her shoulderblades positioned in a highly inconvenient location. Finally getting it hooked, she readjusted her skirt to make sure it was sitting snugly on her hips, and headed out of the bathroom.

``Ah, Miss Nanaya. I'm glad everything came out just fine,'' came a voice from her right.

``Wh-What?'' she asked, reflexively dropping into a fighting stance from the surprise.

``I said,'' replied Kagura, ``I am glad everything came out just fine. I was concerned by how long you were taking, but I suppose it's just nice to have a quiet minute alone to pee, isn't it?'' he asked, a crooked grin on his face.

``What the heck is that supposed to mean?'' she shouted. ``Were you out here the whole time? Were you listening? You freak, you pervert?''

Kagura shook his head and waved a hand dismissively.

``Don't be silly, I would never resort to such crude methods. Now, can I accompany you back to the lab?''

Her eyes narrowed. Makoto was furious. What did he mean ``such crude methods,'' did he have something more sophisticated to watch her than listening through the door? How did he seem to know what she had been thinking? A thought occurred to her that chilled her more than the cold basement air, and that was that he had bugged the bathrooms. It was Duodecim headquarters, and Kagura had staged an insurrection once already. He had enemies. It wouldn't come as much of a surprised if the entire manor was wired to screens in his office, his bedroom, it just hadn't occurred to her before. It also didn't occur to her now that Kagura was simply perceptive and was using that to annoy and make her uncomfortable.

``Absolutely not.''

She didn't wait for a response, hurrying past him back to the lab and the relative safety of Kokonoe and Tager.

``Women,'' Kagura sighed after her. ``A blessing I am cursed to desire.''

With a dramatic swoop of his cape, the Black Gale headed for the elevator to go back to his office.

Humming as she scrubbed the shampoo out of her hair, Makoto knew she had a decision to make. She didn't know for sure Kagura had bugged any of the bathrooms in the manor, but she also didn't know for sure he hadn't. An hour of her morning was spent searching the bathroom attached to her own quarter, for once grateful for its small size, before being willing to shower in it. She didn't think it would be feasible to search every restroom in the place, but it also made the most sense for him to have spy equipment in the more public areas, ones where guards or visiting diplomats might let slip a detail of some plot against him or the Duodecim.

``I can't risk it. If I'm not in my quarters, I'll have to piss somewhere other than the bathrooms.'

Rinsed clean, Makoto shut off the water but remained standing in the shower for a minute. Bringing her large, bushy tail around in front, she did her best to squeeze it from as close to the base, where it flowed from its joint directly above her buttocks. Working her way down its length she squeezed what seemed like a gallon or more of water out of the plush fur. Leaning forward, Makoto gave herself a good shake. Starting at her head, pointed ears flapping wildly against her head, the shimmy traveled down her body. Her heavy breasts swung almost painfully back and forth, the pair of orbs thudding back together with a wet ``smack.'' The shake reached her hind-end, giving her booty an adorable wiggle before the motion traveled out through her tail. The motion had sent a fine mist of water flying off of her in all directions; fortunately she had not slid the shower curtain open before shaking this time. It left her hair, her tail, in a very bushy state, though she knew it would still be some time before her tail was totally dry unless she blew it out with the dryer she had requested.

She stepped out of the shower, pale skin flushed from the heat of the shower, and spread her legs to enjoy the cool air against her snatch, her tailhole. Though she didn't have any tasks or missions assigned to her that morning, Makoto knew that inevitably Kokonoe or Kagura would find her and rope her into something. A frown crossed her face at the thought of Kagura, returning to her previous predicament. With a sigh, the squirrel girl got to work finishing her grooming as she pondered potential solutions.

``Lot of potted plants around. Could just pee in those I guess?'' she thought for a second before shaking her head at herself, realizing that even if Kagura hadn't actually bugged any of the bathrooms, even the less-used hallways would almost definitely have some kind of security monitoring.

She got dressed, donning her orange and black halter top, pulling the bottom down to cover most of her breasts, then stepping into the black thong, pulling it up so the material was snug between her cheeks and not pushing up against the base of her tail. Makoto continued to consider her options as she finished getting ready and stepped out of her room, figuring she would just head down to the lab and see what Kokonoe might have for her. She kept an eye out as she walked through the manor for any promising places that would offer enough privacy for her to piss.

Unsurprisingly, the diminutive scientist did have tasks for her. She had barely opened her mouth to say hello when Kokonoe pointed to a stack of folders on a table near the door and asked her to deliver each report to its labeled recipient, some with instructions to bring back other data. Shaking her head, Makoto did as she was asked and grabbed the pile of paperwork. It never occurred to her to feel demeaned by being made an errand squirrel despite her impressive combat capabilities. On the contrary she was happy to be useful and to have something to occupy her between missions; not every day could be filled with fighting the enemies of the NOL.

One report was labeled ``Security.'' Curious what Kokonoe's research could have to do with the headquarters' security office. Apparently Kokonoe thought that she had found a way to set up some kind of sensors. Not entirely sure that sounded like a good idea, Makoto shrugged and knocked on the door for the security office. Hearing a muffled ``yeah, c'min,'' she opened the door and stepped into a room filled with monitors. Makoto looked around, smiling at the two officers sitting in front of the screens, then spotted the desk with a more primly-dressed man seated behind it.

``This is for you,'' she said, setting the folder on the desk.

``What is it?''

``Some kind of report about seithr...mist? I don't really know, it's from Kokonoe,'' she replied.

``Ahh, yes. Yes, yes. We'll get right on that,'' he said as he rolled his eyes, tone implying he would, in fact, not get right on it.

Makoto giggled, she understood that Kokonoe could be a little overbearing with her ideas and inventions. Hefting the remaining folders she excused herself and headed towards the door. Noticing that one of the screens was black, she pointed at it with her free hand.

``Is that one busted?'' she asked.

The officer on the right leaned back and nodded.

``Yeah, that camera's been down for a month. Just a supply closet on the 3rd floor though, nobody uses it anyway so maintenance says it's `ass-tier priority.' Ah. `bottom-tier.' Sorry, ma'am.'' he quickly corrected his language after an elbow to the ribs from his compatriot.

Her ears went straight up. Makoto was too busy thinking through what she had just heard to have noticed the profanity, much less be bothered by it. There was a supply closet, that no one used, that definitely didn't have security watching it. Her brain finally chugged back into action and she fully registered the comment.

``Oh! It's no problem at all. Well, I've got to get the rest of these delivered,'' she said, practically bouncing out the door, orange skirt panels flapping to give the guards a pleasant view of her `bottom-tier' on the way out.

She didn't know her way around the building quite like the back of her hand yet, but she could only think of a few rooms on that floor that weren't dedicated to administrative rooms. Filing rooms, map libraries and Grimoire repositories took up most of the floor- places where the less ``hands-on'' research for Sector Seven took place. Makoto decided to take a quick trot down each hallway to see if she could figure out which one was her disused and unobserved supply closet. Fortunately, all but two of the doors were conspicuously labeled with their purpose, with one of the two being a heavy steel door that had no apparent opening mechanism and very obvious cameras trained on it and the surrounding hallway. ``Grimoires in there. That leaves this one,'' she thought to herself as she went back to the unassuming wooden door, a bit of dust sitting on top of the plain brass doorknob.

Taking a surreptitious glance up and down the hallway, she shrugged and went inside. People were moving about, guards changing shifts, NOL officers hustling to and fro, but no one was particularly paying her much attention. It wasn't as though she wasn't allowed to be there. Inside, she looked about. The lights were on, but about half had burnt out and it was dim. Still, the fact that it wasn't pitch black, while the screen had been, helped confirm that the camera didn't work at all and assuaged her concerns.

The modest storage room looked like it had become the equivalent to the headquarters' ``junk drawer.'' There was a lot of old equipment and furniture, spare parts or tools, things that no one would ever really use again but seemed too important to get rid of. Peeking inside one box she found it was full of old NOL uniforms, all of them torn, faded, or otherwise damaged. Some ambitious soul likely thought they were salvageable, but no one would ever spend the time and effort to do it. Satisfied she had found her little bathroom away from her quarters, she headed out to finish delivering Kokonoe's reports. Before leaving, Makoto considered whether or not she should go ahead and pee, but she didn't need to particularly badly. Still, it wouldn't do to be seen coming in and out too often, and she was already there.

Turning the deadbolt on the storage room's door with a soft click, she set the last half dozen folders on the ground and looked about for her ``spot.'' The box of uniforms was too big to comfortable squat over, and likely too flimsy to sit on, but maybe some of the clothes inside would do the trick. Rummaging through the box, trying not to sneeze with the dust she was kicking up, Makoto pulled out a large black greatcoat. Both sleeves appeared to have been burned off, the frayed arm holes singed. She dropped it on the floor and straddled it, quickly dropping into a squat and pulling her thong to the side to uncover her snatch.

It took a few seconds to get her stream started, the pressure light, and begin soaking the coat. She clenched her abs, forcing her stream to arc forward a little bit and hit with a soft pattering sound against the black cloth. Since it was already dark, there wasn't much visible difference as her yellow piss soaked into it, though it did start to push the dust out towards the edge of the growing ring of dampness. As it started to get saturated, her piss flowing onto it faster than it could wick outwards through the material, she could see it glistening in the dim light.

It wasn't long before she had finished; she knew it wouldn't be, she really hadn't needed to go very badly. The end of her stream dribbled off her pink pussy and landed with a trio of soft ``plinks'' on one of the tarnished brass buttons. Reaching between her legs with her other hand she grabbed a corner of the greatcoat and dabbed at her snatch, making sure she was dry, before sliding her thong back into place and standing up. Taking hold the shoulder she picked it up as she stood and tossed it back into the box she had gotten it from. Deciding to give herself a little bit more cover, literally, she pulled a few other items from deeper in the box and left them on top of the now-damp coat. Satisfied she would be able to get through most of the rest of the day without having to run up to her own quarters at the long wing off the back of the manor, she went about her task of delivering the last of the reports.

-

Several days later, Makoto found herself in a long strategy session in one of the conference rooms on the third floor. They had laid out several maps of the region across the large, ornate table, and assistants were hustling back and forth with Grimoires, dossiers, and other intel. Her position meant she was supposed to be there, but since she was more of a do-er than a planner she didn't have much input. She kept draining her glass out of boredom, chiming in with a suggestion or correction every once in a while. After a couple hours, she started to need to pee, but she didn't want to go all the way back to her quarters. ``Surely we'll be wrapped up soon,'' she grumbled.

Next to her, Tager nodded, surprising her. She didn't think she'd said it out loud, but at least he agreed with the sentiment. The Red Devil wasn't much for meetings and contingency planning either, preferring to get his massive mechanical hands ``dirty'' with actual work. Makoto sighed, put her chin in her hand, and continued to struggle not to zone out. Her focus was shortly pulled south towards her pelvis as her bladder began to swell from the water she had been drinking.

It quickly became obvious that they were not going to wrap up soon as Kagura and Jin Kisaragi began arguing over the need to include the rather violent Hazuki Family in their plans. While the Hazukis were a part of the Duodecim, and the current endeavors would put agents in their 11th Hierarchical City, Kagura preferred not to include them where possible. Realizing it was going to drag on, she stood up.

``If you gentlemen will excuse me for a minute,'' she said quietly, not wanting to interrupt such a heated discussion.

Kagura heard her nonetheless, and gave her a wicked grin.

``If you need something from your quarters, we can have a page run and get it so that we are not deprived of your radiant presence,'' he said, waving a hand towards a young boy doing his best to be both entirely out of the way and also at the ready.

Something in his tone bothered her, made her narrow her eyes. She had heard the obvious flirting at the end of his statement, but was more bothered by the mention of her quarters. It made her wonder if he had noticed that she never showed up on any of the bathroom cameras that she still assumed he had in place.

``N-no, I don't need that,'' she replied, not wanting to give anything away at this point. ``As I said, I'll be back in a minute. I'm sure you can manage without my `radiant presence' for just a bit,'' Makoto said, tossing her head defiantly as she walked out of the room.

Barely bringing her hand up to return the salute from the guards stationed outside the door, she hurried down the hallway to the left. The storage room was in the other direction, but she wanted to take a slightly circuitous route so her destination wasn't so obvious. Making her way back around to the unmarked door, she glanced up and down the hallway again. Not seeing anyone at the intersections in either direction, she went in.

Once inside, it occurred to her that it was a good thing all of the old furniture and uniforms were already musty, so any scent that she might have left was completely covered up. In the last few days she had ducked in maybe a dozen times to relieve herself, finding a new piece of uniform to soak each time. Makoto didn't want to take the time to rummage around in a box full of soiled clothes. Taking a quick look around she noticed a low couch tucked at the back of the room. It looked like it was an antique ``fainting couch,'' a long, narrow lounge that was beautifully upholstered in a golden fabric with an intricate floral print.

Striding over to it, she saw the upholstery was rather worn, faded and threadbare in many places. It was the perfect spot. Hiking her leg up she put her booted foot on the low couch, sinking into the aged foam padding. Once more she reached between her thighs to pull the black fabric of her thong to the side, exposing the pink lips of her pussy. Leaning back and tilting her hips forward, making sure that her arc would shoot forward enough to land on the couch cushion, she relaxed the tight ring of her pisshole.

Letting out an audible ``ahhh,'' she sighed with relief as her piss hissed out of her, the pressurized jet landing on the couch with a loud patter. Though it splattered, little droplets bouncing up from the point of impact, her target was fairly center and her aim was good, so they rained back down to land on the cushion where they were easily absorbed. Though her pee initially soaked into the couch, as the area her stream was landing became saturated it started pooling on top before running outwards in an uneven circle until it found a new dry area and dropped into the voids between the threads. Her stream wavered as a shiver ran through her body, the sudden decrease in the volume of her bladder causing her abs to involuntarily squeeze, bearing down on her internal reservoir and forcing it out even faster.

The approaching thud of two pairs of boots coming down the hallway gave her a moment of panic. Her need was still too great, the piss flowing from her too forcefully for her to be able to squeeze her pisshole shut and cut off the flow. Eyes snapping to the door, she squinted, trying to tell in the low light if she had locked it or not. Fairly sure she had, the moment passed regardless as the footsteps decrescendoed into nothingness. Letting out the breath she didn't realize she had been holding, she really pushed down with her abs, wanting to finish her business quickly. Not that she wanted to get back to her other business with any haste.

Looking down, the squirrel girl watched as the landing point of her piss slowly inched closer, her stream losing pressure as it drained out onto the couch cushion. Makoto leaned back, pushing her hips as far forward as she could without losing balance, her bushy tail keeping her upright. The last little bit of her pee dribbled out and fell straight down between her legs to drip onto the edge of the couch, a few final drops clinging to her pussy. She shook her hips, flinging them off of herself. Makoto bent over forwards to look at herself, making sure she seemed dry between her thighs. Satisfied she was, Makoto let her thong slide back into place.

Standing up, she straightened her clothes and walked to the door. She placed a pointed ear against it, listening for anyone in the hallway beyond, and stepped outside. Makoto hoped to slip back into the planning meeting unnoticed, but that plan at least was immediately derailed.

``Ah, welcome back, lovely Makoto. My, you're looking refreshed,'' Kagura commented the moment she stepped in the room.

``Can it you lecherous creep, we have work to do,'' she snapped back, sitting down and crossing her arms.

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