Tanner plopped onto his bed naked before rolling to the side and flipping his phone on. It was about bedtime, but there was one thing he wanted to take care of first. Navigating to his hidden folder, the gray cat opened the video he recorded in his high school’s bathroom just a few days back. The recording was a bit shaky at first; mostly as a result of the desperation in his bladder along with how nervous he was. As he watched the thick stream of pale yellow urine burst from the tip of his sheath, Tanner felt his member begin to harden. Stroking his sheath, the cat began reliving the moments of that night. He remembered it well enough, but it was fun getting to rewatch the events; allowing him to better focus on his growing need below his bed sheets. With the volume turned up, his phone tried its best to playback the sound of his flood hammering against the toilet. Listening to the tinny sound of liquid splashing around and reverberating throughout the room, Tanner wished he could indulge in the activity again and relish in the ambience for real.
	With his phone in one hand and cock in the other, the cat carried on stroking his member while lying on his side. His arousal grew as steadily as the mess he was making on camera did. He peed on the toilet. He peed on the walls and floor. He soaked rolls of toilet paper to the core and didn’t stop there. Tanner alternated between humping into his paw and playing with the tip of his shaft, letting out a breathy sigh every now and then. He felt himself get close a couple times as he watched himself paint streaks of piss across various objects and arch his stream across the room; loudly splattering across the bathroom floor. He didn’t want to cum just yet, though. He wanted to time it with the end of the video. The cat’s body warmed up as he continued watching his night of debauchery unfold on camera. Kicking his bedsheets off to the side, he humped hard into his paw once. As the video reached the final part where he was holding a soap dispenser under his sheath, Tanner rolled forward ever so slightly and raised his tail whilst lying in bed, as if acting out getting ready to pee again. He picked up the pace stroking his shaft as he watched his stream pick back up again, penetrating the goopy pink liquid. Tanner felt himself getting close again. As the last few spurts of the cat's golden fluid shot their way into the soap, Tanner relinquished his phone, letting it drop softly onto the bedding beneath. Using his now free hand, he quickly grabbed a tissue he’d left close by and pulled it under his shaft. The cat took a deep breath and rolled forward more, pressing his face into his pillow before letting a moan escape. With one more hard pull into the base of his shaft, the tissue was greeted with pulse after violent pulse of fresh, warm seed. His brain went fuzzy, mind blanked of all responsibilities. Tanner breathed hard, his face partly buried into the fluffy padding under his head. The tissue only became more and more saturated as he continued stroking his member, relishing in his orgasm. He began to worry slightly that it might not be able to quite hold all of what he was letting out. After a moment, he looked down to make out a soggy bulge in the tissue wrapped around the tip of his shaft using what little light he had in the room.
Tanner sighed and laid there for a moment in blissful peace before propping himself up on his elbow and tossing the tissue into the nearby waste bin. Having taken care of his needs, the cat fell back into his bed wearily. He had class the next morning, and the mere thought of that was enough to help lull him to sleep.

	“...Looks like we have enough time for one more example problem…” As the teacher swiftly scribbled a math equation on the board, Tanner was lost in thought. The cat had formed a habit of getting most, if not all, of his homework done during class time just so he wouldn’t have to burden himself with doing it later. Staring blankly off in the distance, he continued to hold some desire to mark up another place he shouldn’t. The thought had crossed his mind that maybe doing so again would be a little more less-than-friendly than his character would normally subjugate him to -
	“Tanner, would you like to give us the answer, since you look so engaged and all?” The cat flinched slightly. “Uh…” His eyes darted over the whiteboard – annoyed at being called out – as he tried to decipher what he was being asked about. “..6 x squared plus uh.. cosine x,” Tanner replied.
	The teacher looked up at the board with a quick raise of his brows.
	“Yep, good job” he replied before explaining the problem to the rest of the class and wrapping up with his finishing statements.
As Tanner was putting his things away, he noticed one of his friends through the window peering into the study outside. The cheetah was sitting alone at the table and propping her head up with one arm over a closed book, as if bored or uninterested. They’ve gone to school together for quite a number of years now, but hadn’t talked much or become friends with each other until somewhat recently. Making his way out the door, Tanner approached the table wondering if his presence would be on the more welcoming or distressing side. “Hey Storm, everything goin’ alright?”
The cheetah rotated her head up a bit to look at him, a slight smile making its way through. With a brief moment of hesitation, she took a deep breath in before responding. “Yeeaah.. For the most part.. Personally.”
Tanner knew something was troubling her but didn’t want to push too hard. “Yeah? Well I’m free of responsibility for the foreseeable future, so if you wanna bitch about anything at any point, I’m ears.”
“Heh, thanks. I wish I could say the same,” Storm replied, opening her textbook begrudgingly before reaching into her backpack to grab a notebook. “I should really start doing that thing you do. Y’know? so I don’t have extra bullshit to deal with after school? How much my work ethic would allow me to do so, though, remains to be seen.”
“Hatred for homework is a useful tool when coupled with wanting to maintain good grades,” Tanner said jokingly. He looked down at the textbook she was flipping through. “Is that for your mom’s class?”
“Yeah. It’s all I have left to do and I want her to be proud of my work, but part of me also just wants to say fuck it ‘cause I know she’ll go easy on me anyways,” said Storm, contemplating just closing the book again and forfeiting.
“Even if you don’t have the work ethic perk, you at least have the much more rare and valuable perk of ‘Mom is the Teacher’,” Tanner teased.
“True,” she replied through a grin, “although this perk does not translate to other classes, unfortunately.”
Storm stared down at her notebook for a moment before pulling out a pen, “It’s fine. I don’t wanna give her any more reason to be disappointed in me.”
“You do something to disappoint her?” asked Tanner, slightly puzzled.
“No, not necessarily. She just… I don’t know… She seemed to not be in the greatest mood lately regarding school and I don’t wanna put more stress on her.”
“That’s fair,” Tanner replied “I’ll let you get to it then so you don’t gotta worry about it for longer than you need to.” Swinging his backpack across his other arm, the cat turned to his usual route to head home, looking back only to give one final wave.

	One of Tanner’s friends was out sick the next day and another was busy having lunch in one of the classrooms so he could prepare for an upcoming test. That left him and one of his bat friends, Marqus, alone to discuss one of the new game trailers that dropped during a recent E3 showcase until Storm showed up.
	“‘Sup,” she said as she sat down across from Tanner who was struggling to pick up a cherry tomato with a fork.
	“Not much,” replied Marqus. “Although, I do have this video for you of a dog trying to carry like 20 frisbees in his mouth at once.”
	“What?” Storm queried before having a phone screen held up to her face. There was indeed a dog; and he was, in fact, making every effort to pick up a considerably large amount of frisbees. The amount was closer to 8 than 20, but impressive nonetheless.
	The three friends continued their normal lunch routine until the clock’s hands approached class time. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom before they wrangle us back into the pens,” said Marqus while gathering his garbage together. A few moments later, the janitor made his way into the mess hall with his usual mop.
	“Oh hey,” Storm cautioned, her head turning up slightly. “It’s the walking bag of dicks,” they both completed in unison followed by a chuckle. “I just found out recently that asshole is one of the main contributing factors to my mom’s stress as of late.”
	“Why am I not surprised?” asked Tanner with an unimpressed tone, “What did he do?”
	“Something something ‘my mom is negligent’, apparently. Like, he’s complained that she just so happens to have the most messy students and he has to be the one to deal with it; which I call bullshit on because: one, she has the most students; and two, I have witnessed the state of other classrooms at the end of the day, and they are definitely worse. I’ve even helped her clean up after hours some days, so I don’t know what the fuck he’s complaining about.”
	“Wow, what a dick,” Tanner lamented, “do you think there’s anything else he’s actually upset about and just using that as an excuse to give her shit?”
	“I don’t know. I doubt it, he’s just an ass,” she replied before downing the rest of her drink. “At any rate, I’mma head to the bathroom, too, before class starts; also so I don’t have to be in the same room as the walking bag of dicks.”
	“You should piss all over the floor when you get there,” Tanner said, facetiously
	“Ohmygod,” responded Storm in a half-hushed voice, “don’t tempt me.”
	All at once, a troubling thought hit Tanner. “Hey, real quick?” he called as Storm stood up.
	“Hm?”
	“Is all of this.. recent? Or like, has he always been a pain for your mom?”
	“Oh he’s just always been like this. She’s had to - I mean, everyone has kinda had to put up with him - but I think she’s just tired of it after working around him for this long.”
	“Sure, thanks,” Tanner quavered.
	“Why?” she asked, catching him a little off guard.
	“Uh, I… I don’t know. I was just hoping I hadn’t done anything recently that could’ve made him harder to work with.”
	“Yeah? What’d you do?” she inquired, standing with her feet pointed towards the nearest waste bin.
	“Don’t worry about it. I can, uh... text you later,” Tanner replied, which seemed to be a good enough response for her at the moment.

	Bzz bzzt! Looking down, Tanner saw the slow, flashing blue light in the top corner of his phone. The cat set his guitar down to the side and flicked his phone on to reveal a new message from Storm at the top of his notifications.

Sup, whatcha up to?

Not much, noodling on my guitar.

 You?

Still just curious as to what you could
have done to piss off dickbag.

	“Riiiight. That...” he thought, butterflies floating up his chest from his stomach. “What’s a sensible lie?” Tanner’s mind raced through several bullshit answers, none of which were very flushed out. He wouldn’t have cussed him out or anything, nobody would really ever intend to spark up a conversation with that lynx on purpose. It’s not like he would’ve found any purpose for stealing janitorial equipment or something.
“Should I just… tell her?” He stared at his screen for a bit, the double check mark under her last message signifying that he’d seen her inquiry. After a moment, he opened up his on screen keyboard and typed some words out before deleting them. At this point, he was just trying to find the least embarrassing or offensive way to say he made a mess of the bathroom a few days ago. The three dots signaling he was typing must have popped up and disappeared enough that Storm shot off another message.

You piss on the bathroom floor or
something? lol

Tanner was taken aback by her response, to say the least. He had to think for a moment if he had told anyone yet, but he hadn’t.

What makes you think that?

I’m half joking

But also you mentioned that I should
do it at lunch earlier today, also
probably jokingly but u know

Besides, it just seems like an easy
way to get back at him for his
general dickishness.

Tanner paused for a moment. She didn’t seem all that weirded out by the idea. At least not as much as he would have expected.

Well

Yeah, kinda

Although maybe more than just the door

floor*

Hahaha! Omg Tanner, I should’ve
known.

Well, I won’t tell anyone obviously

In fairness, I actually was half tempted
to do what you said and just squat
on the floor after lunch

After all, the janitor would indeed be
the one to have to deal with it.

Tanner’s heart raced for an instant as he guiltily pictured the naughty idea of a wet, yellow puddle growing under the squatting cheetah.

Really?

Yeah. I mean, not my problem

Like I wouldn’t do it obviously if the
janitor wasn’t such an asshole.

What stopped you?

Other people in the room

Right, fair.

As he weighed the risks and benefits of what he could say, the seed of arousal had already begun to sprout in the cat’s brain. Perhaps his desires to partake in another night of debauchery weren’t far away. Given how big of a mess he was able to make last time, maybe with two-
No. Why would he even consider that? He didn’t want to ruin the relationship he had with the cheetah. What if she’d think weirdly of him? Besides, why did he find this to be such a big deal, anyways? Thinking about it in this context felt weird even for him. It’d be easy enough to steer the conversation somewhere else or end it here, anyhow.

Would you do it if you knew
you were safe from other
people in the room?

	“I should take that back,” Tanner thought, hovering his thumb over his previous message before the double check mark appeared over it. “I can’t take that back.” Butterflies re-entered the cat’s stomach as the three dots popped up on the left of his screen.

Yeah

	“Oh. shit.” thought Tanner as he adjusted his seating position. What would he even say now?

Wait, for real?

I mean, fuck it

Like I said, he kinda deserves it.

Well

When I did it, I walked to school
later at night after the building
was empty.

The bathrooms don’t have locks
on them due to safety reasons

And there aren’t any cameras
in that area.

Wait, really? So you like

Went out of your way to do that?

Lol you had this planned like a heist
or something? For how long?

It wasn’t that out of the way

I sometimes go for walks that
lead by the school anyways.

Also it wasn’t planned. The janitor was
unsurprisingly a dick to me that day.

Shocker

And so I decided screw it.
It was a way to get back at him

What’d he do?

Like

More specifically?

Got mad that I forgot my backpack
and threw it after spilling mop water
all over it. Scratched one of the
corners on my laptop but like

It’s the school’s anyways,
right? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Wow, fuuuck that guy.

But yeah, my laptop was given to me
with scratches on it already so I doubt
they really care

Tanner sat there for a moment, trying to find an inoffensive way to voice his desired proposal.

Weird question, but would you be
opposed to the idea of maybe
helping me make a mess of the
bathrooms if I went with you?

I mean, maybe

Like I guess it could be fun

Although my mom would probably ask
questions about why I’m leaving late

I suppose I could tell her I’m coming over
for homework help as long as I’m not
out super late.

But like it might also be a bit weird
to go out of the way to do that and just
come home, right?

Do you actually need help with hw?

NoTannerIDoNotNeedHelpWithHw

Apologies for the inquiry

I mean, eh…

Some homework help wouldn’t hurt
actually

Consider the journey multi-purpose then

Some revelry followed by something
actually productive.

What. A. Bargain.

So like, when would this be happening?
So I can plan and everything.

I can drive over and pick you up

That could be helpful actually.
Since I don’t have a car yet and all.

The school should for sure be deserted
after 11 PM but we could leave earlier.

I think as long as we don’t go past
midnight it should be fine.

Yeah no, I think we should be fine.
You sure you’re okay with this?

Like it’s not too much or too weird is it?

Yeah I mean we know each other well
enough lol

Besides like I said, it sounds kinda fun
actually

It seems like one of those things I’m
sure a lot of people would low key
wanna do if they could

Alright, well I suppose we’ve got some
time to prepare if you wanted to drink
water or something

You’re also welcome to come over
early if you’d like for hw stuff.

I tend to keep a pitcher of iced tea 
in my fridge.

Sure

I can let you know when I’m nearby.

I can bring a big bottle.

Might also be easier for you later if
you wear a skirt btw.

Already ahead of you.

Tanner stood up, trembling slightly. His heart continued to race as he made his way over to the fridge to get something to drink. “Is this really happening?” the cat thought as he pulled open the door to reveal his pitcher of iced tea. He felt nervous. It was one thing indulging in this type of activity privately, but with someone else? She was a friend, and a close one at that; but he’s never partaken in something so particularly... naughty with her before? With a full glass of his choice beverage in hand, Tanner attempted to get back to what he was doing before. Picking his guitar back up, he thought it would be best to distract himself for the time being, as worrying too much didn’t really serve any purpose. The cat had managed to make his way through a couple glasses of tea before hearing his phone go off.

Hey, almost outside

Kk, door’s unlocked

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. “Sup,” Storm chimed, swinging the door open. “I come bearing a big ass container.” The cheetah held up in one arm what was, indeed, a very large, opaque metal bottle which seemed about half full from the sound of liquid sloshing inside of it.
“Yeah, you weren’t kidding,” Tanner responded, “What’s in there?”
“Decaf coffee. I figured we could rinse it out and fill it with water or something before we leave so we have it in the car.”
“Smart. Last time I just walked all the way to school very desperate the whole time.”
Storm laughed as she unscrewed the lid from her bottle. “Well, now we can get desperate a bit more conveniently.” Tilting the impressively sized bottle back, the cheetah took several equally impressively sized swigs. “Here, want some?” she asked, holding the bottle out forward.
“Uh, sure,” Tanner took a couple sips as a taste test before gulping down more of it himself in an effort to fill his bladder. “Thanks.”
“So, if I can ask, are there any more details going back to when you said you pissed on ‘maybe more than just the floor’?”
Tanner paused for a moment. “Um… Well, I did record it.”
“Really?” Storm said with excitement in her tone. “Wait, can I see?”
“I mean it does kinda have my dick in it,” Tanner cautioned.
“Right, makes sense,” she replied, “would me seeing that bother you?”
"I guess not really. As long as you don't care," he responded, navigating to the video. "Here, I can message it to you if you want so I don't have to go through the embarrassment of you watching it in front of me."
"I'm not gonna make fun of you," she chuckled, "but sure." Storm chugged the rest of her coffee before heading over to the kitchen to rinse it out.
"Oh, yeah," Tanner called from his position on the couch, "I'm gonna go ahead and delete our messages from earlier if that's okay."
"Go ahead."
Selecting the messages from their conversation earlier, Tanner deleted them from both ends of their chat logs. "Oh, video should be finished uploading now."
"Sweet," she replied, giving her phone a glance "I’ll check it out later.” Storm filled her bottle back up with water before screwing the lid back on. "Also, I already have to pee. How're you doing in that aspect?"
Tanner pressed lightly on his lower abdomen with his fingers whilst eyeing his now empty glass. "Uh.. yeah, I've had quite a bit to drink and have been feeling it steadily get fuller." Standing up with his empty glass, the cat headed back over to the kitchen. "What was it you might've needed help with, by the way?"
"Chemistry." Storm replied as she continued draining the contents of her bottle.
"Maybe I can take a look?" said Tanner, half confidently. The two sat down on the couch before Storm pulled out a blue notebook with a sticker of a flask and beaker on it. "It has to do with electronegativity differences between ionic and covalent bonds."
"Okaay.." said Tanner, flipping through his phone to find older chemistry notes from a previous class. It was about 20 minutes before Storm felt comfortable enough that she could finish the rest at a later time.
The two felines kept up their liquid consumption, Tanner trying to match his friend whenever she'd take a sip, even after everything he drank before she arrived. He managed to put down a decent amount of liquid last time, but wondered how much more he'd be able to stretch himself this time.
"I am getting… pretty desperate..." said Storm, pushing her legs together.
"Good, because I'm starting to as well. Maybe we should head out soon."
"Yeah," replied Storm as she topped off her bottle, "let's go before driving gets too miserable for me."

Beep, beep. Tanner's ears perked up as Storm turned the ignition key, starting the car and causing some warm orange lights on the dash to turn on. "It's nice not having to walk all the way on a full bladder now," said Tanner, shaking one of his legs, "It’s not a particularly long walk, but like… got pretty desperate last time about half way there."
"Yeah. I'm doubtful I'd make it if I were walking to the school from here," Storm replied as she hastily disengaged the emergency break. The duo's desperation only grew worse after every bump on the road, the sudden jerking not helping the two's aching bladders. The ride wasn't long, however, so it wasn't that bad.
"I'm getting more anxious the closer we get," Stom said after a deep breath.
"Same, a little," he replied, "I got pretty nervous when I went last time. I just had to keep reassuring myself that there were no cameras around and that I wouldn't be punishing anyone who didn't at least deserve it." The gray cat looked to the side of the road opposite to where the main school building was. "If you want, we can even park across the street from the football field and walk to the bathrooms just for extra safety."
"...Nah, it'll be okay." said the cheetah with a breathy tone as she pulled into the parking lot nearest to the bathrooms. "Right. So how're we doing this?"
"Want me to go first? Since I did this once before?" replied Tanner with his legs pressed together.
"Sure, that works," she replied, pulling the key out of the ignition.
"Uh.. boys or girls room?" asked Tanner.
"Hm, well naturally you should do the girls and I can do the guys since we're here after dark, don't you think?" Storm said with a grin.
"Gotta say, I like your thinking," Tanner said, downing the rest of the water bottle before setting it back down. Pulling the door handle, the two got out of the car with some discomfort given the state of their aching bladders and approached the women’s bathroom entrance. Tanner pulled down on the door handle and pulled it open after the familiar click from the latch. Some of the sensation from Tanner's previous night of debauchery returned. This was it. He'd been dreaming of doing something like this again, but had no idea he'd have a partner in crime. Tanner recalled how much of a mess he was able to make all on his own last time; and with a whole other person with him this time, who knew how much they'd be able to cover together?
Flicking the light on, the two were met with a room more familiar to one than the other. "Weird vibe.. this place being so quiet and empty." Storm said quietly, her leg shaking a bit.
"Wow, your guy's bathroom has different equipment than ours." Tanner said, walking up to the paper towel dispenser. It had a lever that allowed the user to dispense however much paper towel they'd like before pulling it out. The girl’s room also had a touchless soap dispenser with an infrared motion sensor. "Ours you just pull- whatever you'll see I guess," Tanner started pulling the lever on the dispenser. "Right now, I have an idea." The cat didn't stop pulling until shortly after the long length of paper towel hit the ground, hanging from the dispenser above.
"Oh," said Tanner, pulling out his phone while dancing desperately on one leg, "if you're okay with it, mind being camera girl?" He extended an arm out.
"Oh, sure," she replied, "I think I know where this is going. Nice idea." Storm moved to stand to the side and slightly behind the cat before aiming the camera such that it'd just barely capture the tip of his sheath. 
"Okay…" said Tanner after a deep breath. The gray cat reached down and unzipped his pants. "Just uh.. anything from the shoulders down is fair game."
"Gotcha," Storm replied, and hit the record button. Trembling, Tanner spread his legs apart slightly and raised his tail before releasing the tension on his muscles. Barely 2 seconds had elapsed before the long strand of paper towel was soaked. The force of his stream coupled with the wetness of his fresh warm cat piss stuck the top half of the strand against the wall. Tanner winced as he cut his stream, the tension in his muscles returning. He had barely released any pressure in his bladder, yet there lay a sodden bunch of paper towels on the floor in a small puddle. "This place is going to get.. SO soaked," Tanner thought to himself, turning around.
His eyes were met with plenty of targets. Releasing some of his bladders' tension, his stream continued. His bladder was so full, even this half force stream of his looked like any normal arc. Making his way to the closest stall, the cat's stream wiggled back and forth with each step. Pushing the stall door open, Tanner wiggled his cock around, sending his pale yellow fluids around the little space haphazardly. The sound of liquid hitting liquid filled the room briefly whenever some of his piss just happened to land 'where it was supposed to' in the middle of the toilet. He then noticed it; 4 rolls of paper towels as opposed to the usual 2 the stalls in the boy's room had. Tanner adjusted his sheath, splattering 2 of the rolls and drenching them quickly. Last time he did this, he had only soaked 1 roll per stall, as he wanted to ensure the school still had at least half their supply left to use during the next school session. The girls were holding out on them though, it seemed. Keeping his stream continuous, Tanner turned to face the wall opposite the toilet paper and painted a streak of piss across it before stepping out and into the next stall.
Storm followed suit, continuing to record the ongoing mess. Her increasing desperation kept in check only by an unexpected increase in arousal; otherwise she might’ve leaked onto the floor herself. She turned the camera to the stall for a brief moment to catch freshly sprayed cat urine seeping down the walls and dripping off the toilet before turning back to see Tanner mimicking his previous actions in the next stall. Without stopping his stream, the cat entered the 3rd and final smaller stall and peed over the top of the cistern, causing a waterfall of pale yellow fluid to cascade over the edges and splatter on the ground around the toilet. Once again turning around to exit the stall, his pee hit the wall above the toilet paper rolls and seeped down into them. He then entered the one large stall at the end, still feeling about half of his bladder present. The final toilet, unlike the others, had a lid. The other 3 along with all of the ones in the guy’s bathroom had a seat that lifted up and down, but not a lid that blocked off access to the water inside. Without hesitation, Tanner held his stream over the toilet lid, the surface tension of his warm fluid only doing so much before it, too, flowed over the edges, pooling up between the seat and the cistern and collecting around the base of the toilet on the floor. He cut his stream.
Storm could’ve assumed that with that he was finished, but Tanner turned around again to face the center of the large stall room still holding his sheath, his member sticking slightly out. Pulling his sheath forward to cover his pink tip, he again flagged his tail and sent the signal to his bladder to start again before clenching his muscles hard to stop as soon as he felt pee begin to flow through his shaft. The result: a powerful wide spurt of fresh cat piss coated much of the stall floor. He took care to not hit the cheetah recording him nearby, but she still understandably flinched as what could be described as an unexpected misty shotgun blast of urine flew past her. “Sorry...” Tanner whispered but mostly mouthed. Storm returned with a smile and a nod as she continued filming. The cat closed his eyes and adjusted his sheath before doing so a couple more times, blanketing the wall with a mildly pungent spray. He opened his eyes to see beads of his piss stuck to the wall. A couple drips heavy enough to snake their way down to the floor.
Tanner walked back to the main area in front of the sinks and took aim. He watched himself in the mirror as he pulled his sheath forward, tail swaying behind him. He let out a sigh and sent the signal to relax before clenching his muscles again hard. A thick, heavy jet of pale liquid splattered forcefully against the mirror, followed by another, and another, and another. The cat’s image in the mirror became distorted as the waterfall of fresh piss made its way down, pooling up behind the faucet. Tanner turned to face the other mirror and made sure to give it some love too with a couple more spurts.
Rotating his body a little more, Tanner’s gaze was met again with the paper towel dispenser he started with. The still thoroughly soaked length of paper towel had unstuck itself from the wall by now and was still hanging from the dispenser. Raising the base of his tail, the cat let out a forceful couple of spurts onto the top half of the paper towel strand, gluing it back against the wall again. He adjusted his aim upwards and let out spurt after spurt onto the dispenser itself until he was pretty much empty. With a relieved sigh, his tail’s base twitched and lowered back down as he let out the last couple spurts.
Turning back around to the camera, Tanner gave a nod at Storm, prompting her to end the recording. “Holy. Shit. Tanner,” Storm had a sort of wide eye expression, looking around at the damage as she proceeded to hand his phone back. There were streaks of piss on almost every wall in the entire room and a number of puddles. “I don’t think I can beat that.”
“Well, you don’t have to,” replied Tanner, “just have fun with it. I mean I already think I covered more surface than last time, although I didn’t pee in the soap dispenser again.”
	“You peed in the soap dispenser?”
“You have the video, you can watch it later,” Tanner put his phone back in his pocket and gestured toward the door, “besides, you seem like you’re bursting.” The cheetah was indeed exhibiting visually obvious signs of desperation as she continued to hold back allowing her own puddle to form beneath her.
“Yeah a bit,” she replied, pulling down quickly on the door handle, “let’s go next door.” The duo made their way out into the chill breeze and immediately back into a very similar, but much dryer room. “I see what you mean about the stuff you guys got here.” Storm said as she scampered towards the large stall at the end. “I don’t have a penis though so-... oh what the fuck?”
“What’s up?” asked Tanner as he followed her into the stall.
“You guys don’t have a toilet lid in the large stall like we do. Now getting on top of it to squat is just slightly scarier than I’d like while this desperate.”
“You could just squat on the floor, or step one foot up on the seat,” Tanner replied, “or I could also help you if you want.”
“Hmm…” Storm thought for a moment, pacing for only a few seconds before giving up on whatever she was seemingly pondering. “Fuck, I need to pee like right now.” Lifting her skirt out of the way as, the cheetah leaned into the wall with one hand and hiked her leg up onto the sink. Tanner heard an audible sigh followed by a torrential downpour of liquid reverberating throughout the room. Using the hand holding her skirt, Storm pulled the skin above her clitoris upwards, directing her stream to the best of her ability and absolutely drenching the sink supporting her with copious amounts of warm cheetah piss. The pale, yellow fluid cascaded off the side of the sink and waterfalled down the walls, pooling up quickly on the floor underneath. The faucet and handles were made wet by her splatter. Storm held her breath for a moment as she tried to stop her stream, some liquid dripping down her butt and legs. “...Hah, okay,” she sighed, “I can walk non-painfully again.” Storm continued to the large stall again. “Uh... yeah. I think it’d help if you let me hold onto you while I squat on top of the seat.”
“Oh, sure,” said Tanner as he followed her over to the toilet. “Here,” standing next to her, he extended an arm out slightly for her to grab onto. Climbing up onto the toilet seat, the cheetah lowered into a squat as she used her friend’s arm for support. With her legs spread and skirt hiked out of the way, Storm’s urethra had a clear and open target of... the floor. She relaxed, allowing the room to once again be filled with the echoing noise of her violent shower. Using her legs and tight grip of Tanner’s hand, Storm slowly oscillated her waist, causing her stream to sway back and forth and blanket a large surface area of the stall. Lots of foamy bubbles became visible all over the quickly growing puddle as her abounding spray continued.
“Thanks,” said Storm softly with a grin, just barely audible over the loud splashing of liquid in the room, “I do wish I could spray like you were earlier though.”
“I’m sure you could do it.” Tanner replied.
“Really? How so?” Storm stopped her stream.
Tanner thought for a moment. “Wanna try it in the smaller stall next to this one, maybe? It might be easier with the walls closer together,” Tanner asked, continuing to support her with his arm.
“Yeah… sure,” Storm stepped down slowly before the two headed over to the next stall and closed the door.
“It also helps for me if I’m not mega desperate anyways,” Tanner assured as his friend got up on top of the clean toilet. “This stall might’ve been easier to support yourself in hindsight, actually; but hey, you soaked that last one pretty good.” He stuck his arm out enough to let her hold onto anyways.
“Heh, thanks,” Storm responded, trying to get comfortable, “so… how?” The cheetah pulled up on her clit again, letting out a small stream straight onto the floor below as she tried to imagine how to achieve a wide spray.
“Hmm...” Tanner craned his neck slightly to try and get a closer look. “Okay, I get if it’s too uncomfortable for you, so kick me out if you want me to stop, but…” he extended his free hand out closer to her vagina, “mind if I try something?”
“Do what you need to do if it’ll make me get learnt,” Storm replied, pulling her skirt up more.
“...So you know that feeling you get after you send the signal to your bladder that you wanna pee and it starts coming?” Tanner asked, hoping he could even try and help someone without a pee tube between their legs.
“Yeah, kinda. I think”
“Okay, right after that, clench your muscles hard like you’re trying to stop your stream,” Tanner continued as he carefully hovered a claw right in front of his friend’s urethra, “and you might need me to try and-” A forceful, warm jet of liquid struck his claw and some of his finger before bespattering the stall door in a wide mist of cheetah piss. “Yeah… yeah, just like that!” Tanner beamed. He could feel his member hardening, but tried to push it out of his mind for the moment. Storm laughed as some drips of pee landed on the seat under his finger. Moving her own free finger down to her pussy, Storm tried on her own as she barely touched her claw to her urethra. She relaxed and told her bladder to let go, then clenched her muscles. Another equally large burst of pungent fluid shot out and smacked the wall. With a chuckle, she let out a couple more smaller spurts, the piss colliding with the wall sending large droplets down to sprinkle around the floor underneath.
“Good girl~ fast learner you are,” Tanner rejoiced.
“It’s pretty fun,” said Storm as she continued practicing her new skill, “thanks, you’ve made me a better ‘pee-er’.” The two laughed. “Okay, gimme a sec,” Storm said as she ripped a hefty handful of toilet paper out from the roll. “My lower half is a bit… wet.” She continued to wipe her pussy and down her legs where pee managed to snake through before tossing the bunch into the puddle on the floor. The soft, tangled white paper faded quickly into the pool of liquid, trying its best to soak up what little it could. “I did wanna do one more thing though...” said Storm, stepping down from the toilet and making her way over to the soap dispenser. “You said you peed in this?”
“Oh, yeah,” Tanner replied, “want me to open it for you?”
“Please,” Storm answered. The cat stepped in front and opened up the soap dispenser before taking out the interior component holding the familiar pink soap. “Thanks,” Storm voiced as she took the container from him and held it between her legs. The receptacle was about half full; or half empty depending on the type of person you are. “I don’t think I have enough left to fill it,” Storm continued as she sent the signal one last time to her bladder. Her stream of urine picked back up and splattered into the goop right below. The container filled up pretty quickly, a bit more quickly than she expected, really. As the liquid mixture approached the top lip of the container, Storm couldn’t honestly say if she’d finish before it’d overflow. The pitch of the splashing sound increased as the liquid level rose. “Uh…” she continued until it was difficult to keep the receptacle straight enough to not let any of the liquid slosh out. The cheetah hesitated for a moment before deciding to just finish emptying the last bit of her bladder into it, despite its full state. A little bit managed to spill over the side as she let out the last spurt. “Damn, it was almost so perfect!” Storm exclaimed.
“Yeah, damn. Might as well go even more overboard at this point, right?” Storm heard Tanner profess followed by the unzipping of his pants.
“There is no way you have to pee again,” Storm uttered. Tanner grabbed the soap container from her hand, spilling a little more liquid.
“No, I wouldn’t say I have to pee again,” said Tanner, the base of his tail rising, “but I did have the last few minutes for the water I drank in the car right before to go through me.” And with that, another stream of mostly clear piss jetted from the cat’s sheath and overflowed the container immediately. Lots of loud splattering could be heard reverberating through the bathroom. Tanner angled the container away from them to minimize how much their feet got wet.
“Someone would definitely hear this from right out the door.” Storm said.
“Oh yeah, definitely.” Tanner replied. He aimed his sheath upwards and pulled it forward slightly to cover the slightly exposed tip of his member. Letting out several quick, forceful spurts, the cat hit the entrance door a few times, sending piss flying around the corner of the room. Seeing the gray cat standing there, taking aim at whatever he pleases, and proceeding to soak everything in front of him was arousing Storm even heavier this time around. After he was satisfied with the messy state of the door, Tanner pointed his cock back down to the ground and let the rest of his bladder’s contents spill out onto the floor beneath. The resulting puddle was almost unnoticeable at many angles because of how hydrated he was. “...That felt really good,” Tanner said, letting one last spurt out into the middle of the room. After returning the soap container back into the wall dispenser, the cat turned on one of the faucets. “Don’t forget to wash your hands after you go,” said Tanner, playfully. Storm chuckled and followed his tracks.
“Holy shit, these rooms are soaked,” she gushed. “We left puddles everywhere, drippy sinks…-”
“Drippy toilets, pissy streaks all over the wall…-” Tanner interjected.
“Soaked paper towels, splattered doors...-” Storm continued.
“A pissy soap container...” he finished, “Yeah, I’d say we did a good job; and I’ve got a video to remember it by. Thanks.”
“Of course,” Storm replied. The two exited the bathroom and got back in the car. “Well, I feel a lot better,” she said, wiggling her butt in her seat.
“Yeah, no kidding,” responded Tanner with a slight tremble in his voice.
“That was pretty fun…” Storm continued, “um… feel free to hit me up if you’re maybe doing something like this again, yeah?”