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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "No [bath]Room at the Inn\n\nBy: Red Rocktober\n\nThe two traveled on in silence, the loud pattering of rain creating a calm sound, surrounding them, permeating them as thoroughly as the water itself. Holo was smiling as she held her head up, sitting on the front of the cart. Her tail was in her lap, saturated and heavy. Looking down at it she grinned, showing her teeth, like she was about to pounce on prey.\n\n``Wash away you little pests,'' Holo said, running her fingers through the fur, ensuring that the entire thing was soaked.\n\n``You really do hate fleas,'' Lawrence noted, amused.\n\n``Well of course, don't you? They itch of course, but they're a sign of poor hygiene. I am Holo, the Wise Wolf,'' she said with gravitas, sitting up straight and jutting her chin forward, attempting to look regal. ``I cannot be seen with fleas.''\n\nHer eyes snapped open and she shot Lawrence a glare when he chuckled. Though her posture was stately, her ears were drooped and dripping, copper dark and matted to her head. Mostly, she looked like a wet dog.\n\nAs they rounded a turn in the road, Lawrence spotted the twin spires of an abbey rising above the tree line. A traveling merchant, Lawrence was no stranger to the rain, but it would be better to get the pelts in his wagon under cover. He tugged the reins and slowed his horse to a stop.\n\n``You should put on your cloak to cover your ears before we get in view of the abbey,'' he said, pulling the heavy brown cloth from the back of the cart.\n\n``Of course,'' she said indignantly, ``I have walked among humans since before your grandfather was a baby.''\n\n``I don't know what the Church would do if they discovered you,'' he replied, cheeks warming with embarrassment at the admonishment.\n\nHolo put on the cloak and made sure her ears were flat against her head under its hood, tail wrapped around her waist. Once she was situated, he lightly flicked the reins again, his horse trotting forward to carry them onwards down the road towards the abbey. They slowed again to a stop just in front of the arched entrance, the massive doors towering above them, dwarfed still by the stone facade. ``Meant to imbue the penitent with the awe of God, yet it was made by the skill and hands of men.'' he thought to himself. Lawrence knocked on the door, hitting it with the side of his fist to ensure someone would hear even if they were well inside.\n\nThey didn't have to wait long before someone opened the much smaller, person-sized door set into the larger portal. The cleric, in his own hooded robe to protect against the rain, held up a small silver cup.\n\n``God be praised and may he bless this encounter today.''\n\n``God be praised,'' Lawrence responded, dropping a few small coins into the cup. ``Go with the Brother, dear, and I'll be along shortly. I need to see to our goods,'' he said, patting Holo's back with the pretended affection of a married couple, their cover story for the day.\n\nShe simply nodded, keeping her hood low. Ostensibly it was to cover a burn on her face, as they had explained to the clergyman who had readily accepted it. Lawrence led his horse and their wagon around to the stables, handing another few small coins to the stablehands as they got up to help him maneuver the cart under cover and unhitch his horse, leading it into a stall. Satisfied that his horse and his commodities were safe, he made his way down the covered walkway along the side of the abbey until he made it to their room. ``Third door from the front,'' the cleric had said.\n\nHe put his hand on the door and almost pushed, then realized Holo might have started getting out of her rain-soaked clothes and may not be dressed. Lawrence knocked, eager to do the same. After confirming that it was him, there was a muffled ``come in'' and he pushed the door open.\n\nThe room was spare and simple. Plain walls of wood and stone, the beams of the ceiling exposed, with two small beds, one to each side of the door. Though the floor was dirt, it had been well-packed and swept. There was a small alcove set into the stone wall with a few clay vessels for bringing water or wine. It was not luxury, but it was dry.\n\nLawrence noticed none of that, for standing directly in front of him was a topless Holo. She was wringing her shirt out into a wooden tub, her cloak already hanging from the ceiling and dripping. He froze for just a moment, startled by the sight. Her breasts, though not large, were shapely and pert, bouncing as she moved with a perkiness that women a tenth her age would envy. Aware that if he simply stood there, someone passing by might see in, he quickly shook his head to clear it and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind himself.\n\nFollowing her example, he stripped his shirt off and wrung it out into another pail. Keeping his back to her, affording her what privacy he could in the small room, he asked about the wheat that she had said her spirit resided in. After a minute he felt a mist of cold water on his back. Startled, Lawrence turned and saw Holo shaking like a dog, her entire body wiggling. Droplets were flying from her bushy tail, sprinkling his face.\n\nHe couldn't help but stare for a moment, her pale-skinned body completely bare. The thick wolf's tail served to cover her most private parts, but it also drew his eye to her rump, visually accentuating how her waist narrowed before flaring out into her slender but still feminine hips, her firm, smooth buttocks. The way she was shaking was enticing. Swallowing, Lawrence turned back around and took a deep breath, calming himself. She was undeniably attractive, but she was still a stranger and it would be beyond impolite to stare.\n\n``What a shame, all that rain but you still stink!'' came a voice down by his hips.\n\nLawrence looked down and she was crouched next to him, dramatically sniffing and looking up with her fierce red eyes.\n\n``Hey!'' he shouted and swatted at her, but she danced out of the way very easily.\n\n``I'll have you know,'' he said as he turned to face her, ``I groom well enough to keep my business,'' he said. His indignation was only slightly feigned as he frowned down at her.\n\n``If you say so,'' she teased as she reached up to hang her last piece of clothing from the ceiling.\n\nLawrence shook his head and turned back to what he was doing. He was surprised at her lack of modesty, the comfort with which she had stood naked before him and made no effort to cover herself, no demand that he avert his eyes. He did his best to remain disinterested, to look with the same gaze he would if she were dressed while they talked. Despite her beauty, the lack of any hint of seduction on her part did help him keep his mind clear, conversing as though it were the most normal thing in the world to be half-naked and joking around with a completely naked wolf-woman. His composure was shortly strained to breaking, however.\n\nBehind him, there was a sudden sound of water hitting the firm dirt floor. At first he thought it was just Holo carelessly wringing something out onto the ground instead of into the basin. It was far too much to just be the slow drip of the clothes hanging from above. ``Surely not,'' he silently told himself. ``She wouldn't...would she?'' A quiet moan confirmed that in fact she would.\n\nTurning around he was shocked at what he saw. Squatting in the middle of the room, just past the ends of the two beds, Holo was pissing into the dirt. Her butt cheeks were bare centimeters above the floor and she was positioned with her arms crossed, elbows resting on her knees. The ``Wise Wolf's'' tail was sticking almost straight out behind her, the white tip twitching every once in a while, tiny movements keeping her balanced. In front of her, a stream of liquid was jetting out into the dirt, her spray sparkling a ruddy copper in the lantern light.\n\n``Wh-what are you doing!'' he whispered, though from his tone it was clear he was suppressing a shout.\n\n``My, for a successful merchant you can certainly be thick sometimes,'' she replied, not moving other than to open one red eye halfway and cast a disdainful glance at him.\n\n``You can't do that inside!'' he said, his voice hissing to compete with the hissing of her spray.\n\n``Well it's raining, and all my clothes are hanging up wet,'' she said with a sneer. ``If you'd rather I can walk naked to the privy?'' Holo asked, her tail swishing with agitation as she grimaced and clamped down on her stream.\n\nIt had been spraying out from her pussy with enough pressure that most of it was arcing high and landing in front of the foot of her bed, out of his view as he was from the side. As she clenched her inner muscles, the flow reduced and it began landing directly in front of her, turning the tan dirt a dark brown as it absorbed her spent water. Lawrence, unwilling to call her bluff, ignored the insulting nickname.\n\n``N-no, of course not, but couldn't-''\n\nThe moment he capitulated she relaxed again, sighing with relief once more as the outflow from her bladder increased. Despite the evidence of the heavy pressure, she was not pushing. Her face was calm, at ease. Not at all like he would have expected a woman to behave while urinating in front of him. Though he was seeing her from the side and so her more private parts were not visible to him, it was still a very intimate moment, and to him was a great many steps beyond changing in the same room.\n\n``What's the difference between peeing in the dirt inside and peeing in the dirt outside?'' she asked without opening her eyes.\n\nLawrence didn't have an answer for that, but he finally turned away, his back to her. His cheeks as red as her tail, he reluctantly took his cold and wet pants off to wring them out and hang them up as well, leaving him in just his skivvies. Behind him, the sound of water spattering the dirt had changed tone to more of a splash.\n\n``Besides,'' Holo continued, ``I'm quite well hydrated. I'm sure such a weak nose as yours can't even detect it.''\n\nHe blushed even harder, hurrying to get some dry clothes out of his pack. He didn't even care that his underwear was wet, he just needed to be out of the room while she finished her business. Lawrence wasn't sure he'd ever gotten dressed faster. Carefully easing the door open just a sliver, he squeezed out and slammed it behind him, leaning back against it and sighing with relief, having finally escaped the uncomfortable situation.\n\nInside, Holo rolled her eyes and snickered at his discomfort, the let out a similar sigh of relief. Opening her eyes she glanced down, watching her stream shoot forward from her pisshole. The pressure had abated enough that the noisy spray had coalesced into a quietly hissing, twisting thread of urine. The dirt where it landed had become saturated, an uneven circle forming around where the arc landed. Its initial force had dug out a little divot in the dirt. It had begun to pool, sitting on top of the hard-packed soil, the incoming piss splashing in the liquid already there.\n\nShe really didn't understand what Lawrence's problem was. Despite doing their best to quickly wring their clothes out into the provided basins, they had brought plenty of water in. There were damp to even downright wet spots all around the bed. Once she was finished, she knew her pee would trickle down into the dirt and vanish. Besides, there really weren't other options until her clothes had dried. Unlike him, she didn't have extras tucked away.\n\nKeeping an eye on her stream as it slowed, mostly to make sure it didn't get on her feet, she watched as its landing point got closer and closer to her, the arc becoming decidedly less parabolic as the pressure dropped, leaving a trail of dark dirt leading from the puddle at the end of the bed to right below her pussy. At last it became a trickle, then a dribble, and then stopped. Her eyes opened wide and her tail froze for a moment as she realized she didn't have anything to dry herself off with. Out in the fields she would simply use some foliage to wipe any errant droplets away. It was only a moment, however, as she realized she could splash the rainwater collected into her wooden tub onto herself.\n\nStanding up, she took the three steps over to where she had set it on the floor, careful to step over the trail of urine in the dirt. Scrunching her face up in anticipation, she cupped her hand and scooped up a bit of the cold rainwater then splashed it on her snatch. A squeak escaped Holo's mouth, unable to stop it despite preparing for the shock. A second scoop, a second splash, and a second squeak and she decided that was plenty clean. The water was trailing down the inside of her thighs, completely diluting and carrying away the few little droplets that had clung to her pink pussy lips. Bending over, she shook once more, the rapid twisting motion starting at her head and working its way down to the tip of her tail, atomizing the little bit of water on her inner thighs and the bottom of her buttocks into a fine mist that slowly fell to the ground, unnoticeable.\n\nSatisfied, even if her fur and hair was still a tad damp from the rain, she slid into bed and wrapped herself up in the blankets. They weren't fancy, but there were enough for her to quickly get warm and comfortable, curling up with only her ears and her tail sticking out from underneath the bedclothes. After a few minutes there was a knock on the door.\n\n``It's Lawrence,'' he said, ``I brought stew.''\n\nShe bolted upright in bed, tail swishing with excitement.\n\n``Yes, yes, come in!''\n\nHe didn't.\n\n``Ugh. I'm done,'' she said, as exasperated as she was hungry.\n\nHe pulled the door open, carefully balancing the two clay bowls. Slipping back into their room, he handed her a bowl and shut the door, sitting down in the bed across from her. He was thankful he had something to keep his eyes on, practically studying the soft vegetables and firm chunks of meat. Anything to avoid looking at either her or the unavoidably obvious damp trail on the ground just past the foot of their beds. It was good he couldn't see the puddle still pooled at the end of her bed, still slowly spreading out and seeping into the dirt. He might have passed out from embarrassment. Holo wolfed down her bowl, noisily slurping the last of her broth with a grin before wiping her face with the back of her hand, setting the bowl on the ground, and rolling back over. She was asleep and snoring within seconds. Lawrence shook his head as he quietly finished his bowl.\n\nWhat have I gotten myself into? he muttered.\n\n-\n\nLawrence stretched and yawned, wiping a few beads of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He took another sip from his flask, wetting his throat. He shaded his eyes and looked upwards, gauging the time from the height of the sun. They were making pretty good time, but he knew they would have to keep up the pace if they wanted to make it to Poroson by nightfall. A slight twinge from below his diaphragm reminded him that he had been sipping water to stay cool all morning. They were in the middle of a fairly open meadow, but he could see a stand of trees up ahead. Maybe another thirty minutes of riding and they would reach it. As they closed the distance, Lawrence turned to wake Holo who was napping in the cart as she often did.\n\n``I'm going to stop in a minute there are some trees up ahead for a little privacy,'' he said, head turned over his shoulder.\n\nShe responded with a louder snore and nothing else.\n\n``Holo. Holo. HOLO!'' he said, increasing volume each time until she finally stirred.\n\n``It is unwise to wake a sleeping wolf,'' she mumbled without opening her eyes.\n\n``I am going to make a quick stop at this little copse up ahead. If you need to relieve yourself now is the chance. I won't stop again,'' he said, determined not to still be out on the roads after the sun went down.\n\n``Fine,'' she said, flipping over on the pile of furs but not getting up.\n\nLawrence scowled but returned his focus to the road. He took her word as an acknowledgment, that once they had stopped she would do what she needed to do. After another ten minutes or so, he tugged on the reins to slow his horse, cart finally coming to a stop near the little grouping of a few dozen trees. Turning to look into the wagon, he saw Holo was asleep again, but figured that just meant he could take his turn first. He got off and walked into the shady thicket, going a few trees deep. Stepping around a particularly thick tree trunk, he looked about just to make sure. Unnecessarily, since they hadn't seen else anyone on the road for at least an hour, but it was habit.\n\nOnce he had finished and tucked himself away, he walked back to the wagon. Lawrence gave it a solid thump on the side. Startled awake, Holo sat straight up and glared at him.\n\n``If you need to go, do it now. I'm not going to stop the cart again today.''\n\nGroggy, she waved a hand dismissively and curled back up in the back of the wagon. He asked her a few times if she was sure, reminding her that he did not intend to stop again until they got to their destination. Each time he was met with nothing but snores. With a grumble of annoyance he climbed back up into the seat and flicked the reins a little harder than he had intended. Lurching forward, his horse took off at a brisk trot before he could slow it down a little.\n\nA few hours later, the sun lower in the sky but still not close to the horizon, Holo woke up. Unknowingly imitating Lawrence, she stretched and yawned, lifting her arms high and twisting her lithe, sinewy body from side to side. Blinking as her eyes adjusted to the light, she crept up towards the front of the wagon, playfully crawling on all fours like a dog. Her tail swished, the fur a shining copper color in the sun, white tip bright.\n\n``Are we getting close?'' she asked, disappointed when Lawrence didn't jump in surprise.\n\n``We're making good time,'' he replied, ``but it will be close to sunset when we get there, maybe after.''\n\nMaking a mental note that she would have to practice her stalking skills if she couldn't even sneak up on the merchant, despite the noise of the wagon wheels rolling across the dirt road, she sat back on her heels, legs tucked underneath her. The wind of their movement caught her right ear just right, causing it to twitch, flipping a few times against her head. Holo, as a goddess of nature, was keenly aware of the daily cycles. She did not even need to estimate the distance between the sun and the horizon to know that sunset was hours away. She had not peed when they left town that morning, and it was now mid-afternoon.\n\n``Will you stop for a break soon?''\n\nLawrence sat up straighter in the front of the wagon, but did not bother to turn around and look at her. He was silent for a moment.\n\n``I stopped two hours ago,'' he said, voice flat. He knew where the conversation was going and he was not looking forward to it.\n\n``Well, I need to stop soon. Unless you would like me to soil your merchandise?'' she said, tossing her head dramatically for her own benefit, as Lawrence was still facing forward.\n\n``Do what you must, of course, but if we cannot sell these in Poroson then we will have to sleep in the stable, and will only afford stale bread from the baker,'' he replied, quickly calling her bluff.\n\n``Are you such a poor merchant that you have no reserves?'' Holo shot back, annoyed that she had not convinced him to stop and her need was becoming more pressing with each passing moment.\n\n``Perhaps I would fare better if I were not hindered by an obnoxious-''\n\nHe stopped when he felt a pair of needle points just barely touching his shoulder through his shirt. Holo's ear brushed against his cheek, and he closed his eyes. The banter had gone too far, and while he regretted that he was not about to apologize for rising to her provocations.\n\n``We can't stop again or we will be on the road after dark,'' Lawrence said, his voice low and his tone noticeably softened.\n\nLetting his shoulder loose, she sat back again.\n\n``What have you to fear from the night? I am Holo, the Wise Wolf,'' she said, sitting up straight and tossing her hair again, the dramatic flourish still going unnoticed.\n\n``Holo, I woke you when I stopped. You should have gone then, or better yet this morning before we left. I will not stop until we make it to town.''\n\nCrossing her arms, Holo pouted at the back of Lawrence's head. She knew he was right but just as he wouldn't apologize for going too far, she would never admit that he was right. She knew she wouldn't make it to nightfall without peeing, but Holo also knew that he was stubborn and if he said he wouldn't stop again, then Lawrence wouldn't stop again. Her tail was swishing in agitation as the pressure in her bladder built. It was truly full, the moment she woke up she felt an urgent need. It was only getting worse as the minutes ticked by. Every bump in the road made her grimace, clenching her muscles tight to keep from leaking into her clothes.\n\nShe started thinking how to solve her problem. She considered sacrificing a single fur, using it to absorb her spent water and just have Lawrence add its cost to her debt, but she also knew that they did need to sell as much as they could. Especially if she wanted the good wine with dinner, which she always did. Looking around her in the cart, her eyes finally fell on a small bucket. It was just a wooden pail they used mostly to bring water or oats for the horse.\n\nOn the edge of desperation and more than satisfied with her solution she leaned over and grabbed the bucket. Kneeling so she wouldn't fall as the cart trundled on, she pulled her trousers down to her thighs. Lifting the hem of her tunic and raising her tail, she shifted her feet and got into a crouch, then sat down on the bucket as though it were a chamber pot. Her butt had barely hit the wooden rim when her stream burst from her pussy, forcing her pisshole open before she could consciously relax.\n\nA shiver passed through her as her body reacted the the opening of her floodgates. Holo's abs tightened, squeezing her bladder involuntarily, increasing the spray into a jet of pee. She moaned, a mixture of relief and something bordering on pain, the intensity of the torrent rushing past her pussy lips creating an overwhelming sensation. It was hitting the bottom of the bucket with such force, she could feel it resonating up through the small staves and physically vibrating her ass cheeks. The hollow sound, the loud hiss of her pee still wasn't quite audible over the noise of the cart.\n\nThe moan caught Lawrence's attention, however. While he noticed the sound, it did not register what it could signify. Concerned, he turned around and his eyes went wide when he saw her sitting on the bucket, leaned forward with her arms resting on her legs. She was mostly faced away from him, the pale white skin of her buttocks, her thighs, a bright ivory in the late afternoon sun.\n\n``H-Holo, what are you doing?'' he asked, but he was sure he knew the answer.\n\n``Well, I - nnng -'' a moan interrupted her as another spasm squeezed her bladder, her body determined to push out its liquid waste as quickly as possible, ``I asked you to stop, and you didn't.''\n\nLawrence's cheeks flushed red, unable to look away for a moment despite catching her in such a compromising position. He couldn't help but look at the soft skin of her ass, her cheeks pushed outwards around the bucket by the pressure of the wooden rim. Despite being in such a vulnerable moment, and fully aware that he saw and knew what she was doing, her voice remained strong and defiant. He blushed even harder, then turned to face forward before she could look over her shoulder and see him staring.\n\nThe initial rush past, Holo sighed as she continued to relieve herself into the pail. The sound had quickly shifted from a heavy thud, her stream hitting the bottom of the empty bucket, into a loud splashing as her pee began to fill it up, pooling in the wooden container. The sound got deeper as the pool did. She started to relax, feeling significantly better as her bladder deflated, the bloated sensation subsiding. As her internal pressure reduced, her stream was no longer shooting out and forcing her pisshole open but still flowing freely.\n\nShe felt a bit of warmth on the underside of her thighs once the surface of the pooled pee got high enough that a little bit was splashing up. Fortunately she was almost done, her stream slowing to a trickle, no longer falling with enough force to cause any real splashback. As it slowed further still, it dribbled out and clung to her pussy lips, running back along her butt until it reached the wood of the bucket and finally ran down in thin rivulets. Holo looked around but their waterskins were both up on the seat at the front of the wagon, next to Lawrence.\n\n``Lawrence, please hand me the water.''\n\nWithout looking back, he grabbed one of the leather bags, water sloshing inside as he reached behind himself and held it out. Feeling her pull on it, he let go, letting her take it. After a moment he heard a quiet splashing and curiosity got the better of him. Lawrence turned his head and saw her hovering an inch or so above the bucket, legs braced to keep her in her squat as the wagon tilted and shook along the road. Her bright red tail was lifted high, unexpectedly giving him a clear view of her soft pink pussy, the crinkled ring of her tailhole between her round cheeks. His own cheeks warmed immediately, hotter than the afternoon sun could ever make them, deeply embarrassed. Lawrence whipped his head back forward, trying to push the sight out of his mind.\n\nSquirting some water into her cupped hand, she splashed it up on her pussy, her thighs, then sat back down on the bucket so it would drip back down into the pool of pee. She bounced a few times, the impact forcing any remaining droplets to fall down, quietly tinkling. Satisfied, Holo stood and pulled her trousers back up, settling her clothes back into place. Holo leaned down and lifted the bucket, careful not to fall and splash it everywhere. Holding it way out over the side of the wagon she tipped it, dumping her body's water onto the road with a loud splash where it soaked into the dirt to make a spot of mud that would take some time to be baked dry by the sun. Lawrence made a mental note to rinse the bucket out thoroughly before using it to bring more water for his horse.\n\nHolo lay back down in the cart, curling up to snooze until they made it to town. The two traveled in silence, the only noises the clatter of the cart and the occasional bird circling over a nearby field. Lawrence also made a mental note to be firmer with Holo next time and insist that she get up when he did stop. He smirked, amusing himself with the thought that despite being such an old creature, around generations before him, she was still so childlike in some ways. It was as endearing as it was frustrating.\n\n-\n\nHolo shivered as she slipped back under the wagon's cover. She was hesitant to leave the front, cozy as she was with her head in Lawrence's lap, but even with his warmth it was not enough. The cloaked woman stuck her head out from under the oiled canvas tarp. Lawrence looked down at her and issued an exasperated sigh, breath coming out in a stream of fog.\n\n``Don't look so happy about it,'' he said.\n\n``Don't be so jealous of my warmth,'' she retorted, ``jealousy doesn't look good on you.''\n\nHe rolled his eyes and shivered, dramatically demonstrating how cold he was. He was holding the reins lightly in his gloved hands, the thick leather trading dexterity for warmth.\n\n``Lenos is known for its strong alcohol, right? That's what you said before,'' she asked, bushy tail struggling to wag as it was pressed up against the tarp.\n\n``Yes, you'll be able to keep yourself plenty warm, even if we get stuck due to the snow,'' he assured her with mock-seriousness. ``However...Lenos is also known for its fur trade. There may be wolf pelts at market so please don't make a scene or get upset,'' he said with much more sincere seriousness.\n\nHolo tossed her head and scoffed.\n\n``In my world it is eat or be eaten. Have you already forgotten how I protected us from the wolves outside Lamtra? A few pelts will not bother me. I am indifferent to the hunters.''\n\nLawrence pondered this for a moment and then nodded, accepting her assurance that the fur trade wouldn't bother her.\n\n``However,'' she continued, stretching upwards to put her face close to his, ``when you are around male hunters, you get a little flustered, don't you? Especially when it's me they're hunting.''\n\nHe didn't want to respond but he knew if the didn't she would just keep prying, her provocations escalating until they were both annoyed with one another.\n\n``Yes, I suppose I get a little panicky,'' he muttered.\n\n``What's that? I couldn't hear you,'' she prompted.\n\n``I panic a bit,'' he said with more volume.\n\n``Mm, and why would that be?'' she asked, though she certainly knew why.\n\nHe turned and looked at her, his face flushed from more than just the bite of the cold. Her face was close, irises as red as his cheeks. Lawrence returned his eyes to the road.\n\n``I don't want to say.''\n\nHolo laughed, pleased that she had forced him to admit that the attentions of other men made him nervous, even if he didn't go as far as to say it was due to his feelings towards her.\n\n``I take it back, jealousy is actually quite attractive on you,'' she teased as she slid over and sat on the front of the wagon with him. The two laughed and continued on towards town.\n\n-\n\nAs they approached Lenos, they broke through the dark-treed forest, though with the low clouds and icy fog that seemed to invade into the bones it was hardly any brighter once they cleared the woods. The fog was augmented by the smoke of a few dozen little cookfires attended by diverse groups. Some had faces adorned with heavy beards while others had their faces covered entirely with cloth hoods inset with a dark mesh. Many stopped and watched as the pair made their way down the road, though it seemed little more than a bored interest in the passersby.\n\nOnce they were beyond earshot, Holo and Lawrence discussed what they thought might be happening. The encampment seemed to be entirely of different groups of merchants, though they weren't trading with one another or setting up stalls. Lawrence noted that Lenos had not lowered its gate or raised its drawbridge, so it wasn't likely to be any kind of siege. All around the situation was odd, and Lawrence was on his guard.\n\nHe directed their horse through the archway in the imposing stone wall, pulling to a stop as they approached the town guard. They weren't the only ones coming or going through the gate, a small trickle of people all stopping and talking with the guards before going in. Lawrence did not object when one pulled back the tarp and began to inspect the contents of the wagon. Holo also did not object as a bearded guard began patting her down, at least not verbally. Her scowl made it clear that only her sense of self-preservation and the barest touch of deference to Lawrence kept her from biting through the man's heavy glove.\n\nThere was a moment of panic when he found her tail tip poking from below the end of her robe, pulling it upwards to get a look at it, but then he let it go.\n\n``You're in Lenos and wearing fur that cheap? Typical,'' the guard said, his condescension obvious, though oblivious to how close to death he had come.\n\nOnce they had passed inspection, they carried on to an inn, Holo muttering a fuming about her tail being called ``cheap fur.'' Lawrence suggested she go ahead and get them a room while he brought the horse and their wagon around to the stable. He knew she had taken that insult to heart but had a few ideas on what might cheer her up. After the horse was settled he walked into the inn to speak with the keeper and find out where their room was. He also slid the keeper a few coins for a clay cup of warmed port, the heavy alcohol content wafting up and tickling his nose.\n\nKnocking on their door, he opened it when he didn't hear a response. The only sign of Holo was the pile of fog-dampened clothes on the floor, a lump in one of the beds, and the bright white tip of her tail sticking out from under the blankets. Stepping in he set the port down on the simple wooden table between the two beds and shut the door, hurriedly changing out of his own cold clothing.\n\n``Those guards, what do they know? An unpracticed eye,'' he said, lifting his nose, his tone haughty. ``As a skilled merchant, I see what they don't, and your fur is very fine. Some of the best I have ever carried,'' Lawrence assured her, attempting to lift her spirits.\n\nHer tail twitched, but there was no other response.\n\n``I'll hang these down by the fire,'' he said as he scooped up their clothes, ``And then see about getting us some hot stew.''\n\nHe wouldn't swear to it, but he was sure he saw her tail begin to wag when he mentioned food. Closing the door, he carried the bundle of clothes holding his arms out so he wouldn't get his clothes damp. Lawrence strung them up on a line in front of the fire down in the common room, empty except for him. As he sat, warming himself and listening to the crackle of the fire, he pondered the ``foreign trader tag'' the guards had given him, insisting that no merchant would do business with him if he didn't have it.\n\nUp in their room, the moment she heard his feet hit the steps she threw off the covers and grabbed the cup of port, barely taking the time to enjoy the sweet aroma of plums and other stonefruits. She swallowed half of it in a single gulp, issuing a satisfied ``ahh'' and wiping the drips of ruby liquid off her upper lip. The warmth radiated through her body from her stomach, mostly due to it having been heated up, but the alcohol was strong. She knew that it couldn't possibly be having a real effect already, but it certainly felt good. Holo's body began to relax and she almost melted into the pile of blankets and sheets.\n\nShe felt all of her muscles loosening, relaxing. One muscle in particular almost became too relaxed, and she clenched down on the tiny ring of her pisshole. Holo realized she had not relieved herself for many hours. The need had shifted to the back of her mind as they came into town and rode through the odd encampment. It was now much more in the forefront, however. Once Lawrence came back up with her clothes, she was going to rush to the latrine. Her need wasn't urgent, but it was growing.\n\nHolo decided she would make the second half of the port last a little longer, sipping at it rather than gulping. She nodded her head in approval to herself. Lawrence had been correct, the booze was strong here in Lenos. The higher alcohol content also meant that the drink had more flavor than most. She continued to sip, savoring the taste this time. As she sat nude on the bed, drinking her liquid offering from Lawrence, her tail started swishing behind her. Before long, her leg was jiggling.\n\n``Where is that silly man?'' she asked aloud to the empty room.\n\nDownstairs, Lawrence's eyes were drifting closed, made heavy by the long day of travel and now sitting in front of a warm, quietly crackling fire. It was accompanied by a rhythmic, slowing ``drip, drip, drip'' as the clothes he had hung up were drying. Barely ten minutes after he had sat down, pondering the unusual encampment and the merchant token, he had dozed off.\n\n-\n\nHolo had long since finished the rest of the port and had begun pacing about the room. She wasn't desperate but she was annoyed. Lawrence had promised her stew. The least he could have done was bring her another cup of wine. Stomping over to the window, she pushed the wooden shutters open just enough to peek out. Seeing the height of the moon, she realized over an hour had passed.\n\n``Surely my clothes weren't that wet,'' she said, closing the shutter against the cold.\n\nThe aggravated wolf stood in the middle of their room with her arms crossed, just under her breasts, lifting the perky globes a bit. She was starting to feel a bit of bloat in her lower abdomen. Holo wasn't sure she would ever truly get used to not simply urinating when she needed. It was an inconvenience she endured any time she was in human form. She sat down on the edge of her bed, arms still crossed. Her head was a little fuzzy, more clouded than she had expected from a single cup of wine.\n\nIt was strong, after all, and she had the whole cup on an empty stomach. As if it could hear her thoughts, her stomach gurgled in that moment. Lawrence still had not returned with the promised stew, and she could not go find him to chastise him properly. A slightly different twinge from just a little lower gave her an idea of just how she could actually chastise him. Though she was far from drunk, the booze had hit her just enough to lower her inhibitions.\n\nHolo stepped next to the footboard of Lawrence's bed and squatted, her buttocks resting on her heels. Her bushy copper-furred tail was pressed against the wooden floor to help keep her balance. The position caused her pussy to spread wide, the pink lips opening to reveal her entrance as well as the smaller, almost imperceptible pisshole just below her clit, buried in the soft folds of her snatch. Leaning back on her tail and holding her labia apart even more with a pair of fingers, she pointed her slit forward, even upwards just a touch rather than directly below her.\n\nTaking a breath and letting it out, she relaxed. Without needing to push, her stream burst out of her, the fluid having been right behind the clenched ring, filling and pressurizing her urethra. The loud hiss as her spent water - and port - rushed from her cunt was quickly obscured by the thudding patter as it landed on the wooden floor beneath Lawrence's bed. It only took a few moments before that somewhat hollow thud took on a bright tinkling tone,\n\nThe clear fluid spraying forward from between her legs had an orange hue, the droplets dancing and sparkling in the shifting lantern light. Once her bladder had begun to evacuate, her body was ready to completely void itself. A little shiver washed through her body and not from the chill of the northern city. Her abs involuntarily clenched for a moment, squeezing her bladder and forcing a quiet squeak from her mouth. Holo closed her eyes, allowing the relief that followed the little spasm to roll through her.\n\nWith a sigh she opened her eyes again, watching her stream shooting forward and falling into the growing puddle beneath Lawrence's bed. The edges of it were expanding rapidly, though unevenly, as the liquid encountered the tiny troughs in the wood's grain, filling those up before moving on, sheathing the dark boards in a thin liquid layer. Holo noted with some amusement that the floor wasn't quite level, the puddle pushing out towards one side more than the other. Fortunately it was subtly sloped past the footboard, to the right of her, and not towards her.\n\nDespite that, the boundary of the pee pool was inching closer towards her. The edge made it to the leg of the bed closest to her, surface tension drawing more of the wolf-woman's water around to encircle it. The pressure in her bladder was lessening, her stream landing a little closer to her and not hissing nearly as audibly as it had when it started. As the liquid reached the end of its arc, landing in the puddle, it was splashing a bit, causing little droplets to spray upwards and alight on the rope crisscrossing the bed frame to hold the mattress, like dew on grass. From her position squatting on the floor, her head was just above the height of the bed and she couldn't tell if the droplets were misting the underside of the mattress or not, but she knew it wouldn't be enough to matter even if it were.\n\nAs her stream slowed to a trickle, leaving a trail of smaller satellite puddles leading from under the bed to below her pussy, she sighed once more. The relaxation that came with the complete emptying of her bladder was always nice, even if it wasn't heightened by desperation beforehand. The ballistic path of the arc carried its landing point closer and closer under the lessening pressure. Not wanting it to run down to her ass, she changed position. Holo leaned forward, lifting her butt off her ankles so her pussy pointed more directly downwards, allowing the last of her piss dribble out and fall free.\n\nHolo clenched all her internal muscles, closing her sphincters tight, then bore down with her abs to press against her bladder. Relaxing her pisshole and then clenching shut once more, the peristaltic action of her muscles squeezed a last squirt of pee out onto the floor. The clench-release-clench sequence wasn't isolated to her pisshole, causing the pale pucker exposed between her spread cheeks to ``wink'' as well.\n\nSatisfied that she had completely cleared her bladder, her tail swished happily a time or two, and she bounced on her ankles to make sure the errant droplet or two clinging to her pussy were flung clear. She stood and looked at the end of Lawrence's bed, an uneven circle of liquid visible from the end and side she was on, as well as the trail that led back to where she had been squatting. Exposing her teeth with a momentary grin, she nodded, equally satisfied that it was a sufficient lesson for Lawrence keeping her waiting so long. It didn't satisfy her hunger, however, and her stomach growled again, now with nothing else in her abdomen to push against it. Curling up in bed, she waited for Lawrence's return.\n\n-\n\nAlmost as though synchronized, a similar grumble in Lawrence's stomach roused him from sleep in the wide wooden chair in front of the fire. He didn't have nearly Holo's accuracy in judging time by the moon, not that he could see it from inside the inn's common room, but the lower glow of the embers told him plenty. He had been snoozing for more than just a little cat nap. Hurrying, he collected their clothes from the line above his head. They were completely dry and quite warm.\n\nLawrence rushed up the steps with them in his arms, ready to apologize to Holo for making her wait. He mentally braced himself for the tongue-lashing he knew he would get from her. Not waiting to knock, assuming she was still bundled under the blankets, he stuck a hand out from under the pile of clothes and threw the door open.\n\nAll of his prepared apologies immediately vanished from his mind as his eyes fell on the puddle seeping out from under his bed. His jaw dropped for a moment and he stood in the open doorway, at first concerned she had retaliated for his tardiness by wetting his bed, then relief to see that his bed seemed dry, followed further by anger that she had peed on the floor. This wasn't some dirt-floored abbey where it would simply seep away and vanish, she was going to have to clean that up!\n\n``I see your face reddens with shame,'' she shot, her red eyes burning like the embers down in the common room fireplace, preempting him. ``And ashamed you should be, making a lady wait and putting her in a desperate situation.''\n\nDespite how long they had traveled together, he still often struggled with how quickly she could turn the tables on him. Not wanting anyone else to hear whatever might be about to happen, he quickly shut the door behind himself.\n\n``After all, you had my clothes, did you not? Here I was held hostage in my room, what was I to do? Traipse all through the inn with nothing but my cheap furs?'' she said. ``And have the hunters hot on my tail the moment they saw me?''\n\nLawrence was at a loss for words for a moment. He couldn't help but see her point, and this time his face did redden with embarrassment at the thought of other men seeing her naked. ``By the gods how did she make this mess my fault?'' he thought to himself. And yet he couldn't argue that he didn't bear at least some of the blame.\n\nAfter a moment, he got his wits about himself and entered into the negotiating phase. Handing her clothes back to her, he set his own on his thankfully dry bed. Turning back to her, he met her fiery gaze.\n\n``I have asked the innkeeper to prepare a pot of stew, with the heavy cream and plenty of meat,'' he informed her.\n\n``A strong opening position,'' she replied. ``And another- no, two more cups of that port.'' she counter-offered.\n\nLawrence closed his eyes steepled his fingers in thought as though pondering an important purchase, He knew he was at the disadvantage and had no room to argue. Of course the unspoken condition would also be that he clean up after her, since his capitulation was tacit acceptance that it was his fault.\n\n``Accepted,'' he said with as much gravitas as he could muster, trying not to sound defeated.\n\n``Accepted!'' Holo cheerfully replied, popping up out of the bed.\n\nng to lift. ``I suppose I'll have to ask the innkeeper for some towels'' he thought, hoping the man didn't ask why.\n\n PAGE 15 \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "No [bath]Room at the Inn

By: Red Rocktober

The two traveled on in silence, the loud pattering of rain creating a calm sound, surrounding them, permeating them as thoroughly as the water itself. Holo was smiling as she held her head up, sitting on the front of the cart. Her tail was in her lap, saturated and heavy. Looking down at it she grinned, showing her teeth, like she was about to pounce on prey.

``Wash away you little pests,'' Holo said, running her fingers through the fur, ensuring that the entire thing was soaked.

``You really do hate fleas,'' Lawrence noted, amused.

``Well of course, don't you? They itch of course, but they're a sign of poor hygiene. I am Holo, the Wise Wolf,'' she said with gravitas, sitting up straight and jutting her chin forward, attempting to look regal. ``I cannot be seen with fleas.''

Her eyes snapped open and she shot Lawrence a glare when he chuckled. Though her posture was stately, her ears were drooped and dripping, copper dark and matted to her head. Mostly, she looked like a wet dog.

As they rounded a turn in the road, Lawrence spotted the twin spires of an abbey rising above the tree line. A traveling merchant, Lawrence was no stranger to the rain, but it would be better to get the pelts in his wagon under cover. He tugged the reins and slowed his horse to a stop.

``You should put on your cloak to cover your ears before we get in view of the abbey,'' he said, pulling the heavy brown cloth from the back of the cart.

``Of course,'' she said indignantly, ``I have walked among humans since before your grandfather was a baby.''

``I don't know what the Church would do if they discovered you,'' he replied, cheeks warming with embarrassment at the admonishment.

Holo put on the cloak and made sure her ears were flat against her head under its hood, tail wrapped around her waist. Once she was situated, he lightly flicked the reins again, his horse trotting forward to carry them onwards down the road towards the abbey. They slowed again to a stop just in front of the arched entrance, the massive doors towering above them, dwarfed still by the stone facade. ``Meant to imbue the penitent with the awe of God, yet it was made by the skill and hands of men.'' he thought to himself. Lawrence knocked on the door, hitting it with the side of his fist to ensure someone would hear even if they were well inside.

They didn't have to wait long before someone opened the much smaller, person-sized door set into the larger portal. The cleric, in his own hooded robe to protect against the rain, held up a small silver cup.

``God be praised and may he bless this encounter today.''

``God be praised,'' Lawrence responded, dropping a few small coins into the cup. ``Go with the Brother, dear, and I'll be along shortly. I need to see to our goods,'' he said, patting Holo's back with the pretended affection of a married couple, their cover story for the day.

She simply nodded, keeping her hood low. Ostensibly it was to cover a burn on her face, as they had explained to the clergyman who had readily accepted it. Lawrence led his horse and their wagon around to the stables, handing another few small coins to the stablehands as they got up to help him maneuver the cart under cover and unhitch his horse, leading it into a stall. Satisfied that his horse and his commodities were safe, he made his way down the covered walkway along the side of the abbey until he made it to their room. ``Third door from the front,'' the cleric had said.

He put his hand on the door and almost pushed, then realized Holo might have started getting out of her rain-soaked clothes and may not be dressed. Lawrence knocked, eager to do the same. After confirming that it was him, there was a muffled ``come in'' and he pushed the door open.

The room was spare and simple. Plain walls of wood and stone, the beams of the ceiling exposed, with two small beds, one to each side of the door. Though the floor was dirt, it had been well-packed and swept. There was a small alcove set into the stone wall with a few clay vessels for bringing water or wine. It was not luxury, but it was dry.

Lawrence noticed none of that, for standing directly in front of him was a topless Holo. She was wringing her shirt out into a wooden tub, her cloak already hanging from the ceiling and dripping. He froze for just a moment, startled by the sight. Her breasts, though not large, were shapely and pert, bouncing as she moved with a perkiness that women a tenth her age would envy. Aware that if he simply stood there, someone passing by might see in, he quickly shook his head to clear it and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind himself.

Following her example, he stripped his shirt off and wrung it out into another pail. Keeping his back to her, affording her what privacy he could in the small room, he asked about the wheat that she had said her spirit resided in. After a minute he felt a mist of cold water on his back. Startled, Lawrence turned and saw Holo shaking like a dog, her entire body wiggling. Droplets were flying from her bushy tail, sprinkling his face.

He couldn't help but stare for a moment, her pale-skinned body completely bare. The thick wolf's tail served to cover her most private parts, but it also drew his eye to her rump, visually accentuating how her waist narrowed before flaring out into her slender but still feminine hips, her firm, smooth buttocks. The way she was shaking was enticing. Swallowing, Lawrence turned back around and took a deep breath, calming himself. She was undeniably attractive, but she was still a stranger and it would be beyond impolite to stare.

``What a shame, all that rain but you still stink!'' came a voice down by his hips.

Lawrence looked down and she was crouched next to him, dramatically sniffing and looking up with her fierce red eyes.

``Hey!'' he shouted and swatted at her, but she danced out of the way very easily.

``I'll have you know,'' he said as he turned to face her, ``I groom well enough to keep my business,'' he said. His indignation was only slightly feigned as he frowned down at her.

``If you say so,'' she teased as she reached up to hang her last piece of clothing from the ceiling.

Lawrence shook his head and turned back to what he was doing. He was surprised at her lack of modesty, the comfort with which she had stood naked before him and made no effort to cover herself, no demand that he avert his eyes. He did his best to remain disinterested, to look with the same gaze he would if she were dressed while they talked. Despite her beauty, the lack of any hint of seduction on her part did help him keep his mind clear, conversing as though it were the most normal thing in the world to be half-naked and joking around with a completely naked wolf-woman. His composure was shortly strained to breaking, however.

Behind him, there was a sudden sound of water hitting the firm dirt floor. At first he thought it was just Holo carelessly wringing something out onto the ground instead of into the basin. It was far too much to just be the slow drip of the clothes hanging from above. ``Surely not,'' he silently told himself. ``She wouldn't...would she?'' A quiet moan confirmed that in fact she would.

Turning around he was shocked at what he saw. Squatting in the middle of the room, just past the ends of the two beds, Holo was pissing into the dirt. Her butt cheeks were bare centimeters above the floor and she was positioned with her arms crossed, elbows resting on her knees. The ``Wise Wolf's'' tail was sticking almost straight out behind her, the white tip twitching every once in a while, tiny movements keeping her balanced. In front of her, a stream of liquid was jetting out into the dirt, her spray sparkling a ruddy copper in the lantern light.

``Wh-what are you doing!'' he whispered, though from his tone it was clear he was suppressing a shout.

``My, for a successful merchant you can certainly be thick sometimes,'' she replied, not moving other than to open one red eye halfway and cast a disdainful glance at him.

``You can't do that inside!'' he said, his voice hissing to compete with the hissing of her spray.

``Well it's raining, and all my clothes are hanging up wet,'' she said with a sneer. ``If you'd rather I can walk naked to the privy?'' Holo asked, her tail swishing with agitation as she grimaced and clamped down on her stream.

It had been spraying out from her pussy with enough pressure that most of it was arcing high and landing in front of the foot of her bed, out of his view as he was from the side. As she clenched her inner muscles, the flow reduced and it began landing directly in front of her, turning the tan dirt a dark brown as it absorbed her spent water. Lawrence, unwilling to call her bluff, ignored the insulting nickname.

``N-no, of course not, but couldn't-''

The moment he capitulated she relaxed again, sighing with relief once more as the outflow from her bladder increased. Despite the evidence of the heavy pressure, she was not pushing. Her face was calm, at ease. Not at all like he would have expected a woman to behave while urinating in front of him. Though he was seeing her from the side and so her more private parts were not visible to him, it was still a very intimate moment, and to him was a great many steps beyond changing in the same room.

``What's the difference between peeing in the dirt inside and peeing in the dirt outside?'' she asked without opening her eyes.

Lawrence didn't have an answer for that, but he finally turned away, his back to her. His cheeks as red as her tail, he reluctantly took his cold and wet pants off to wring them out and hang them up as well, leaving him in just his skivvies. Behind him, the sound of water spattering the dirt had changed tone to more of a splash.

``Besides,'' Holo continued, ``I'm quite well hydrated. I'm sure such a weak nose as yours can't even detect it.''

He blushed even harder, hurrying to get some dry clothes out of his pack. He didn't even care that his underwear was wet, he just needed to be out of the room while she finished her business. Lawrence wasn't sure he'd ever gotten dressed faster. Carefully easing the door open just a sliver, he squeezed out and slammed it behind him, leaning back against it and sighing with relief, having finally escaped the uncomfortable situation.

Inside, Holo rolled her eyes and snickered at his discomfort, the let out a similar sigh of relief. Opening her eyes she glanced down, watching her stream shoot forward from her pisshole. The pressure had abated enough that the noisy spray had coalesced into a quietly hissing, twisting thread of urine. The dirt where it landed had become saturated, an uneven circle forming around where the arc landed. Its initial force had dug out a little divot in the dirt. It had begun to pool, sitting on top of the hard-packed soil, the incoming piss splashing in the liquid already there.

She really didn't understand what Lawrence's problem was. Despite doing their best to quickly wring their clothes out into the provided basins, they had brought plenty of water in. There were damp to even downright wet spots all around the bed. Once she was finished, she knew her pee would trickle down into the dirt and vanish. Besides, there really weren't other options until her clothes had dried. Unlike him, she didn't have extras tucked away.

Keeping an eye on her stream as it slowed, mostly to make sure it didn't get on her feet, she watched as its landing point got closer and closer to her, the arc becoming decidedly less parabolic as the pressure dropped, leaving a trail of dark dirt leading from the puddle at the end of the bed to right below her pussy. At last it became a trickle, then a dribble, and then stopped. Her eyes opened wide and her tail froze for a moment as she realized she didn't have anything to dry herself off with. Out in the fields she would simply use some foliage to wipe any errant droplets away. It was only a moment, however, as she realized she could splash the rainwater collected into her wooden tub onto herself.

Standing up, she took the three steps over to where she had set it on the floor, careful to step over the trail of urine in the dirt. Scrunching her face up in anticipation, she cupped her hand and scooped up a bit of the cold rainwater then splashed it on her snatch. A squeak escaped Holo's mouth, unable to stop it despite preparing for the shock. A second scoop, a second splash, and a second squeak and she decided that was plenty clean. The water was trailing down the inside of her thighs, completely diluting and carrying away the few little droplets that had clung to her pink pussy lips. Bending over, she shook once more, the rapid twisting motion starting at her head and working its way down to the tip of her tail, atomizing the little bit of water on her inner thighs and the bottom of her buttocks into a fine mist that slowly fell to the ground, unnoticeable.

Satisfied, even if her fur and hair was still a tad damp from the rain, she slid into bed and wrapped herself up in the blankets. They weren't fancy, but there were enough for her to quickly get warm and comfortable, curling up with only her ears and her tail sticking out from underneath the bedclothes. After a few minutes there was a knock on the door.

``It's Lawrence,'' he said, ``I brought stew.''

She bolted upright in bed, tail swishing with excitement.

``Yes, yes, come in!''

He didn't.

``Ugh. I'm done,'' she said, as exasperated as she was hungry.

He pulled the door open, carefully balancing the two clay bowls. Slipping back into their room, he handed her a bowl and shut the door, sitting down in the bed across from her. He was thankful he had something to keep his eyes on, practically studying the soft vegetables and firm chunks of meat. Anything to avoid looking at either her or the unavoidably obvious damp trail on the ground just past the foot of their beds. It was good he couldn't see the puddle still pooled at the end of her bed, still slowly spreading out and seeping into the dirt. He might have passed out from embarrassment. Holo wolfed down her bowl, noisily slurping the last of her broth with a grin before wiping her face with the back of her hand, setting the bowl on the ground, and rolling back over. She was asleep and snoring within seconds. Lawrence shook his head as he quietly finished his bowl.

What have I gotten myself into? he muttered.

-

Lawrence stretched and yawned, wiping a few beads of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He took another sip from his flask, wetting his throat. He shaded his eyes and looked upwards, gauging the time from the height of the sun. They were making pretty good time, but he knew they would have to keep up the pace if they wanted to make it to Poroson by nightfall. A slight twinge from below his diaphragm reminded him that he had been sipping water to stay cool all morning. They were in the middle of a fairly open meadow, but he could see a stand of trees up ahead. Maybe another thirty minutes of riding and they would reach it. As they closed the distance, Lawrence turned to wake Holo who was napping in the cart as she often did.

``I'm going to stop in a minute there are some trees up ahead for a little privacy,'' he said, head turned over his shoulder.

She responded with a louder snore and nothing else.

``Holo. Holo. HOLO!'' he said, increasing volume each time until she finally stirred.

``It is unwise to wake a sleeping wolf,'' she mumbled without opening her eyes.

``I am going to make a quick stop at this little copse up ahead. If you need to relieve yourself now is the chance. I won't stop again,'' he said, determined not to still be out on the roads after the sun went down.

``Fine,'' she said, flipping over on the pile of furs but not getting up.

Lawrence scowled but returned his focus to the road. He took her word as an acknowledgment, that once they had stopped she would do what she needed to do. After another ten minutes or so, he tugged on the reins to slow his horse, cart finally coming to a stop near the little grouping of a few dozen trees. Turning to look into the wagon, he saw Holo was asleep again, but figured that just meant he could take his turn first. He got off and walked into the shady thicket, going a few trees deep. Stepping around a particularly thick tree trunk, he looked about just to make sure. Unnecessarily, since they hadn't seen else anyone on the road for at least an hour, but it was habit.

Once he had finished and tucked himself away, he walked back to the wagon. Lawrence gave it a solid thump on the side. Startled awake, Holo sat straight up and glared at him.

``If you need to go, do it now. I'm not going to stop the cart again today.''

Groggy, she waved a hand dismissively and curled back up in the back of the wagon. He asked her a few times if she was sure, reminding her that he did not intend to stop again until they got to their destination. Each time he was met with nothing but snores. With a grumble of annoyance he climbed back up into the seat and flicked the reins a little harder than he had intended. Lurching forward, his horse took off at a brisk trot before he could slow it down a little.

A few hours later, the sun lower in the sky but still not close to the horizon, Holo woke up. Unknowingly imitating Lawrence, she stretched and yawned, lifting her arms high and twisting her lithe, sinewy body from side to side. Blinking as her eyes adjusted to the light, she crept up towards the front of the wagon, playfully crawling on all fours like a dog. Her tail swished, the fur a shining copper color in the sun, white tip bright.

``Are we getting close?'' she asked, disappointed when Lawrence didn't jump in surprise.

``We're making good time,'' he replied, ``but it will be close to sunset when we get there, maybe after.''

Making a mental note that she would have to practice her stalking skills if she couldn't even sneak up on the merchant, despite the noise of the wagon wheels rolling across the dirt road, she sat back on her heels, legs tucked underneath her. The wind of their movement caught her right ear just right, causing it to twitch, flipping a few times against her head. Holo, as a goddess of nature, was keenly aware of the daily cycles. She did not even need to estimate the distance between the sun and the horizon to know that sunset was hours away. She had not peed when they left town that morning, and it was now mid-afternoon.

``Will you stop for a break soon?''

Lawrence sat up straighter in the front of the wagon, but did not bother to turn around and look at her. He was silent for a moment.

``I stopped two hours ago,'' he said, voice flat. He knew where the conversation was going and he was not looking forward to it.

``Well, I need to stop soon. Unless you would like me to soil your merchandise?'' she said, tossing her head dramatically for her own benefit, as Lawrence was still facing forward.

``Do what you must, of course, but if we cannot sell these in Poroson then we will have to sleep in the stable, and will only afford stale bread from the baker,'' he replied, quickly calling her bluff.

``Are you such a poor merchant that you have no reserves?'' Holo shot back, annoyed that she had not convinced him to stop and her need was becoming more pressing with each passing moment.

``Perhaps I would fare better if I were not hindered by an obnoxious-''

He stopped when he felt a pair of needle points just barely touching his shoulder through his shirt. Holo's ear brushed against his cheek, and he closed his eyes. The banter had gone too far, and while he regretted that he was not about to apologize for rising to her provocations.

``We can't stop again or we will be on the road after dark,'' Lawrence said, his voice low and his tone noticeably softened.

Letting his shoulder loose, she sat back again.

``What have you to fear from the night? I am Holo, the Wise Wolf,'' she said, sitting up straight and tossing her hair again, the dramatic flourish still going unnoticed.

``Holo, I woke you when I stopped. You should have gone then, or better yet this morning before we left. I will not stop until we make it to town.''

Crossing her arms, Holo pouted at the back of Lawrence's head. She knew he was right but just as he wouldn't apologize for going too far, she would never admit that he was right. She knew she wouldn't make it to nightfall without peeing, but Holo also knew that he was stubborn and if he said he wouldn't stop again, then Lawrence wouldn't stop again. Her tail was swishing in agitation as the pressure in her bladder built. It was truly full, the moment she woke up she felt an urgent need. It was only getting worse as the minutes ticked by. Every bump in the road made her grimace, clenching her muscles tight to keep from leaking into her clothes.

She started thinking how to solve her problem. She considered sacrificing a single fur, using it to absorb her spent water and just have Lawrence add its cost to her debt, but she also knew that they did need to sell as much as they could. Especially if she wanted the good wine with dinner, which she always did. Looking around her in the cart, her eyes finally fell on a small bucket. It was just a wooden pail they used mostly to bring water or oats for the horse.

On the edge of desperation and more than satisfied with her solution she leaned over and grabbed the bucket. Kneeling so she wouldn't fall as the cart trundled on, she pulled her trousers down to her thighs. Lifting the hem of her tunic and raising her tail, she shifted her feet and got into a crouch, then sat down on the bucket as though it were a chamber pot. Her butt had barely hit the wooden rim when her stream burst from her pussy, forcing her pisshole open before she could consciously relax.

A shiver passed through her as her body reacted the the opening of her floodgates. Holo's abs tightened, squeezing her bladder involuntarily, increasing the spray into a jet of pee. She moaned, a mixture of relief and something bordering on pain, the intensity of the torrent rushing past her pussy lips creating an overwhelming sensation. It was hitting the bottom of the bucket with such force, she could feel it resonating up through the small staves and physically vibrating her ass cheeks. The hollow sound, the loud hiss of her pee still wasn't quite audible over the noise of the cart.

The moan caught Lawrence's attention, however. While he noticed the sound, it did not register what it could signify. Concerned, he turned around and his eyes went wide when he saw her sitting on the bucket, leaned forward with her arms resting on her legs. She was mostly faced away from him, the pale white skin of her buttocks, her thighs, a bright ivory in the late afternoon sun.

``H-Holo, what are you doing?'' he asked, but he was sure he knew the answer.

``Well, I - nnng -'' a moan interrupted her as another spasm squeezed her bladder, her body determined to push out its liquid waste as quickly as possible, ``I asked you to stop, and you didn't.''

Lawrence's cheeks flushed red, unable to look away for a moment despite catching her in such a compromising position. He couldn't help but look at the soft skin of her ass, her cheeks pushed outwards around the bucket by the pressure of the wooden rim. Despite being in such a vulnerable moment, and fully aware that he saw and knew what she was doing, her voice remained strong and defiant. He blushed even harder, then turned to face forward before she could look over her shoulder and see him staring.

The initial rush past, Holo sighed as she continued to relieve herself into the pail. The sound had quickly shifted from a heavy thud, her stream hitting the bottom of the empty bucket, into a loud splashing as her pee began to fill it up, pooling in the wooden container. The sound got deeper as the pool did. She started to relax, feeling significantly better as her bladder deflated, the bloated sensation subsiding. As her internal pressure reduced, her stream was no longer shooting out and forcing her pisshole open but still flowing freely.

She felt a bit of warmth on the underside of her thighs once the surface of the pooled pee got high enough that a little bit was splashing up. Fortunately she was almost done, her stream slowing to a trickle, no longer falling with enough force to cause any real splashback. As it slowed further still, it dribbled out and clung to her pussy lips, running back along her butt until it reached the wood of the bucket and finally ran down in thin rivulets. Holo looked around but their waterskins were both up on the seat at the front of the wagon, next to Lawrence.

``Lawrence, please hand me the water.''

Without looking back, he grabbed one of the leather bags, water sloshing inside as he reached behind himself and held it out. Feeling her pull on it, he let go, letting her take it. After a moment he heard a quiet splashing and curiosity got the better of him. Lawrence turned his head and saw her hovering an inch or so above the bucket, legs braced to keep her in her squat as the wagon tilted and shook along the road. Her bright red tail was lifted high, unexpectedly giving him a clear view of her soft pink pussy, the crinkled ring of her tailhole between her round cheeks. His own cheeks warmed immediately, hotter than the afternoon sun could ever make them, deeply embarrassed. Lawrence whipped his head back forward, trying to push the sight out of his mind.

Squirting some water into her cupped hand, she splashed it up on her pussy, her thighs, then sat back down on the bucket so it would drip back down into the pool of pee. She bounced a few times, the impact forcing any remaining droplets to fall down, quietly tinkling. Satisfied, Holo stood and pulled her trousers back up, settling her clothes back into place. Holo leaned down and lifted the bucket, careful not to fall and splash it everywhere. Holding it way out over the side of the wagon she tipped it, dumping her body's water onto the road with a loud splash where it soaked into the dirt to make a spot of mud that would take some time to be baked dry by the sun. Lawrence made a mental note to rinse the bucket out thoroughly before using it to bring more water for his horse.

Holo lay back down in the cart, curling up to snooze until they made it to town. The two traveled in silence, the only noises the clatter of the cart and the occasional bird circling over a nearby field. Lawrence also made a mental note to be firmer with Holo next time and insist that she get up when he did stop. He smirked, amusing himself with the thought that despite being such an old creature, around generations before him, she was still so childlike in some ways. It was as endearing as it was frustrating.

-

Holo shivered as she slipped back under the wagon's cover. She was hesitant to leave the front, cozy as she was with her head in Lawrence's lap, but even with his warmth it was not enough. The cloaked woman stuck her head out from under the oiled canvas tarp. Lawrence looked down at her and issued an exasperated sigh, breath coming out in a stream of fog.

``Don't look so happy about it,'' he said.

``Don't be so jealous of my warmth,'' she retorted, ``jealousy doesn't look good on you.''

He rolled his eyes and shivered, dramatically demonstrating how cold he was. He was holding the reins lightly in his gloved hands, the thick leather trading dexterity for warmth.

``Lenos is known for its strong alcohol, right? That's what you said before,'' she asked, bushy tail struggling to wag as it was pressed up against the tarp.

``Yes, you'll be able to keep yourself plenty warm, even if we get stuck due to the snow,'' he assured her with mock-seriousness. ``However...Lenos is also known for its fur trade. There may be wolf pelts at market so please don't make a scene or get upset,'' he said with much more sincere seriousness.

Holo tossed her head and scoffed.

``In my world it is eat or be eaten. Have you already forgotten how I protected us from the wolves outside Lamtra? A few pelts will not bother me. I am indifferent to the hunters.''

Lawrence pondered this for a moment and then nodded, accepting her assurance that the fur trade wouldn't bother her.

``However,'' she continued, stretching upwards to put her face close to his, ``when you are around male hunters, you get a little flustered, don't you? Especially when it's me they're hunting.''

He didn't want to respond but he knew if the didn't she would just keep prying, her provocations escalating until they were both annoyed with one another.

``Yes, I suppose I get a little panicky,'' he muttered.

``What's that? I couldn't hear you,'' she prompted.

``I panic a bit,'' he said with more volume.

``Mm, and why would that be?'' she asked, though she certainly knew why.

He turned and looked at her, his face flushed from more than just the bite of the cold. Her face was close, irises as red as his cheeks. Lawrence returned his eyes to the road.

``I don't want to say.''

Holo laughed, pleased that she had forced him to admit that the attentions of other men made him nervous, even if he didn't go as far as to say it was due to his feelings towards her.

``I take it back, jealousy is actually quite attractive on you,'' she teased as she slid over and sat on the front of the wagon with him. The two laughed and continued on towards town.

-

As they approached Lenos, they broke through the dark-treed forest, though with the low clouds and icy fog that seemed to invade into the bones it was hardly any brighter once they cleared the woods. The fog was augmented by the smoke of a few dozen little cookfires attended by diverse groups. Some had faces adorned with heavy beards while others had their faces covered entirely with cloth hoods inset with a dark mesh. Many stopped and watched as the pair made their way down the road, though it seemed little more than a bored interest in the passersby.

Once they were beyond earshot, Holo and Lawrence discussed what they thought might be happening. The encampment seemed to be entirely of different groups of merchants, though they weren't trading with one another or setting up stalls. Lawrence noted that Lenos had not lowered its gate or raised its drawbridge, so it wasn't likely to be any kind of siege. All around the situation was odd, and Lawrence was on his guard.

He directed their horse through the archway in the imposing stone wall, pulling to a stop as they approached the town guard. They weren't the only ones coming or going through the gate, a small trickle of people all stopping and talking with the guards before going in. Lawrence did not object when one pulled back the tarp and began to inspect the contents of the wagon. Holo also did not object as a bearded guard began patting her down, at least not verbally. Her scowl made it clear that only her sense of self-preservation and the barest touch of deference to Lawrence kept her from biting through the man's heavy glove.

There was a moment of panic when he found her tail tip poking from below the end of her robe, pulling it upwards to get a look at it, but then he let it go.

``You're in Lenos and wearing fur that cheap? Typical,'' the guard said, his condescension obvious, though oblivious to how close to death he had come.

Once they had passed inspection, they carried on to an inn, Holo muttering a fuming about her tail being called ``cheap fur.'' Lawrence suggested she go ahead and get them a room while he brought the horse and their wagon around to the stable. He knew she had taken that insult to heart but had a few ideas on what might cheer her up. After the horse was settled he walked into the inn to speak with the keeper and find out where their room was. He also slid the keeper a few coins for a clay cup of warmed port, the heavy alcohol content wafting up and tickling his nose.

Knocking on their door, he opened it when he didn't hear a response. The only sign of Holo was the pile of fog-dampened clothes on the floor, a lump in one of the beds, and the bright white tip of her tail sticking out from under the blankets. Stepping in he set the port down on the simple wooden table between the two beds and shut the door, hurriedly changing out of his own cold clothing.

``Those guards, what do they know? An unpracticed eye,'' he said, lifting his nose, his tone haughty. ``As a skilled merchant, I see what they don't, and your fur is very fine. Some of the best I have ever carried,'' Lawrence assured her, attempting to lift her spirits.

Her tail twitched, but there was no other response.

``I'll hang these down by the fire,'' he said as he scooped up their clothes, ``And then see about getting us some hot stew.''

He wouldn't swear to it, but he was sure he saw her tail begin to wag when he mentioned food. Closing the door, he carried the bundle of clothes holding his arms out so he wouldn't get his clothes damp. Lawrence strung them up on a line in front of the fire down in the common room, empty except for him. As he sat, warming himself and listening to the crackle of the fire, he pondered the ``foreign trader tag'' the guards had given him, insisting that no merchant would do business with him if he didn't have it.

Up in their room, the moment she heard his feet hit the steps she threw off the covers and grabbed the cup of port, barely taking the time to enjoy the sweet aroma of plums and other stonefruits. She swallowed half of it in a single gulp, issuing a satisfied ``ahh'' and wiping the drips of ruby liquid off her upper lip. The warmth radiated through her body from her stomach, mostly due to it having been heated up, but the alcohol was strong. She knew that it couldn't possibly be having a real effect already, but it certainly felt good. Holo's body began to relax and she almost melted into the pile of blankets and sheets.

She felt all of her muscles loosening, relaxing. One muscle in particular almost became too relaxed, and she clenched down on the tiny ring of her pisshole. Holo realized she had not relieved herself for many hours. The need had shifted to the back of her mind as they came into town and rode through the odd encampment. It was now much more in the forefront, however. Once Lawrence came back up with her clothes, she was going to rush to the latrine. Her need wasn't urgent, but it was growing.

Holo decided she would make the second half of the port last a little longer, sipping at it rather than gulping. She nodded her head in approval to herself. Lawrence had been correct, the booze was strong here in Lenos. The higher alcohol content also meant that the drink had more flavor than most. She continued to sip, savoring the taste this time. As she sat nude on the bed, drinking her liquid offering from Lawrence, her tail started swishing behind her. Before long, her leg was jiggling.

``Where is that silly man?'' she asked aloud to the empty room.

Downstairs, Lawrence's eyes were drifting closed, made heavy by the long day of travel and now sitting in front of a warm, quietly crackling fire. It was accompanied by a rhythmic, slowing ``drip, drip, drip'' as the clothes he had hung up were drying. Barely ten minutes after he had sat down, pondering the unusual encampment and the merchant token, he had dozed off.

-

Holo had long since finished the rest of the port and had begun pacing about the room. She wasn't desperate but she was annoyed. Lawrence had promised her stew. The least he could have done was bring her another cup of wine. Stomping over to the window, she pushed the wooden shutters open just enough to peek out. Seeing the height of the moon, she realized over an hour had passed.

``Surely my clothes weren't that wet,'' she said, closing the shutter against the cold.

The aggravated wolf stood in the middle of their room with her arms crossed, just under her breasts, lifting the perky globes a bit. She was starting to feel a bit of bloat in her lower abdomen. Holo wasn't sure she would ever truly get used to not simply urinating when she needed. It was an inconvenience she endured any time she was in human form. She sat down on the edge of her bed, arms still crossed. Her head was a little fuzzy, more clouded than she had expected from a single cup of wine.

It was strong, after all, and she had the whole cup on an empty stomach. As if it could hear her thoughts, her stomach gurgled in that moment. Lawrence still had not returned with the promised stew, and she could not go find him to chastise him properly. A slightly different twinge from just a little lower gave her an idea of just how she could actually chastise him. Though she was far from drunk, the booze had hit her just enough to lower her inhibitions.

Holo stepped next to the footboard of Lawrence's bed and squatted, her buttocks resting on her heels. Her bushy copper-furred tail was pressed against the wooden floor to help keep her balance. The position caused her pussy to spread wide, the pink lips opening to reveal her entrance as well as the smaller, almost imperceptible pisshole just below her clit, buried in the soft folds of her snatch. Leaning back on her tail and holding her labia apart even more with a pair of fingers, she pointed her slit forward, even upwards just a touch rather than directly below her.

Taking a breath and letting it out, she relaxed. Without needing to push, her stream burst out of her, the fluid having been right behind the clenched ring, filling and pressurizing her urethra. The loud hiss as her spent water - and port - rushed from her cunt was quickly obscured by the thudding patter as it landed on the wooden floor beneath Lawrence's bed. It only took a few moments before that somewhat hollow thud took on a bright tinkling tone,

The clear fluid spraying forward from between her legs had an orange hue, the droplets dancing and sparkling in the shifting lantern light. Once her bladder had begun to evacuate, her body was ready to completely void itself. A little shiver washed through her body and not from the chill of the northern city. Her abs involuntarily clenched for a moment, squeezing her bladder and forcing a quiet squeak from her mouth. Holo closed her eyes, allowing the relief that followed the little spasm to roll through her.

With a sigh she opened her eyes again, watching her stream shooting forward and falling into the growing puddle beneath Lawrence's bed. The edges of it were expanding rapidly, though unevenly, as the liquid encountered the tiny troughs in the wood's grain, filling those up before moving on, sheathing the dark boards in a thin liquid layer. Holo noted with some amusement that the floor wasn't quite level, the puddle pushing out towards one side more than the other. Fortunately it was subtly sloped past the footboard, to the right of her, and not towards her.

Despite that, the boundary of the pee pool was inching closer towards her. The edge made it to the leg of the bed closest to her, surface tension drawing more of the wolf-woman's water around to encircle it. The pressure in her bladder was lessening, her stream landing a little closer to her and not hissing nearly as audibly as it had when it started. As the liquid reached the end of its arc, landing in the puddle, it was splashing a bit, causing little droplets to spray upwards and alight on the rope crisscrossing the bed frame to hold the mattress, like dew on grass. From her position squatting on the floor, her head was just above the height of the bed and she couldn't tell if the droplets were misting the underside of the mattress or not, but she knew it wouldn't be enough to matter even if it were.

As her stream slowed to a trickle, leaving a trail of smaller satellite puddles leading from under the bed to below her pussy, she sighed once more. The relaxation that came with the complete emptying of her bladder was always nice, even if it wasn't heightened by desperation beforehand. The ballistic path of the arc carried its landing point closer and closer under the lessening pressure. Not wanting it to run down to her ass, she changed position. Holo leaned forward, lifting her butt off her ankles so her pussy pointed more directly downwards, allowing the last of her piss dribble out and fall free.

Holo clenched all her internal muscles, closing her sphincters tight, then bore down with her abs to press against her bladder. Relaxing her pisshole and then clenching shut once more, the peristaltic action of her muscles squeezed a last squirt of pee out onto the floor. The clench-release-clench sequence wasn't isolated to her pisshole, causing the pale pucker exposed between her spread cheeks to ``wink'' as well.

Satisfied that she had completely cleared her bladder, her tail swished happily a time or two, and she bounced on her ankles to make sure the errant droplet or two clinging to her pussy were flung clear. She stood and looked at the end of Lawrence's bed, an uneven circle of liquid visible from the end and side she was on, as well as the trail that led back to where she had been squatting. Exposing her teeth with a momentary grin, she nodded, equally satisfied that it was a sufficient lesson for Lawrence keeping her waiting so long. It didn't satisfy her hunger, however, and her stomach growled again, now with nothing else in her abdomen to push against it. Curling up in bed, she waited for Lawrence's return.

-

Almost as though synchronized, a similar grumble in Lawrence's stomach roused him from sleep in the wide wooden chair in front of the fire. He didn't have nearly Holo's accuracy in judging time by the moon, not that he could see it from inside the inn's common room, but the lower glow of the embers told him plenty. He had been snoozing for more than just a little cat nap. Hurrying, he collected their clothes from the line above his head. They were completely dry and quite warm.

Lawrence rushed up the steps with them in his arms, ready to apologize to Holo for making her wait. He mentally braced himself for the tongue-lashing he knew he would get from her. Not waiting to knock, assuming she was still bundled under the blankets, he stuck a hand out from under the pile of clothes and threw the door open.

All of his prepared apologies immediately vanished from his mind as his eyes fell on the puddle seeping out from under his bed. His jaw dropped for a moment and he stood in the open doorway, at first concerned she had retaliated for his tardiness by wetting his bed, then relief to see that his bed seemed dry, followed further by anger that she had peed on the floor. This wasn't some dirt-floored abbey where it would simply seep away and vanish, she was going to have to clean that up!

``I see your face reddens with shame,'' she shot, her red eyes burning like the embers down in the common room fireplace, preempting him. ``And ashamed you should be, making a lady wait and putting her in a desperate situation.''

Despite how long they had traveled together, he still often struggled with how quickly she could turn the tables on him. Not wanting anyone else to hear whatever might be about to happen, he quickly shut the door behind himself.

``After all, you had my clothes, did you not? Here I was held hostage in my room, what was I to do? Traipse all through the inn with nothing but my cheap furs?'' she said. ``And have the hunters hot on my tail the moment they saw me?''

Lawrence was at a loss for words for a moment. He couldn't help but see her point, and this time his face did redden with embarrassment at the thought of other men seeing her naked. ``By the gods how did she make this mess my fault?'' he thought to himself. And yet he couldn't argue that he didn't bear at least some of the blame.

After a moment, he got his wits about himself and entered into the negotiating phase. Handing her clothes back to her, he set his own on his thankfully dry bed. Turning back to her, he met her fiery gaze.

``I have asked the innkeeper to prepare a pot of stew, with the heavy cream and plenty of meat,'' he informed her.

``A strong opening position,'' she replied. ``And another- no, two more cups of that port.'' she counter-offered.

Lawrence closed his eyes steepled his fingers in thought as though pondering an important purchase, He knew he was at the disadvantage and had no room to argue. Of course the unspoken condition would also be that he clean up after her, since his capitulation was tacit acceptance that it was his fault.

``Accepted,'' he said with as much gravitas as he could muster, trying not to sound defeated.

``Accepted!'' Holo cheerfully replied, popping up out of the bed.

ng to lift. ``I suppose I'll have to ask the innkeeper for some towels'' he thought, hoping the man didn't ask why.

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