Arin woke to the now-familiar pounding sensation in her crotch. She was desperately tired and wanted to go back to sleep, but in addition to the nagging heat in her genitals, her throat was dry, her head ached, and her bladder was painfully full. She sat up with an enormous effort and grasped the water glass next to her bed. It had been filled during the night, and she took a long drink. It didn't make her feel any better, and she knew she'd have to get up to go and get the pain relievers for her headache.
It was Arin's first day off in a month, and she'd slept in until just after eleven according to her alarm clock. Weak light streamed in from her bedroom window, and she could hear the drumbeat of heavy rain against it from outside. Listening to it made her need to pee even more intense.
"Ugh, not helping," Arin mumbled to herself, running a hand through her shoulder-length crimson hair while carefully pulling her large sparrow-colored wings out from under herself. As Arin mentally prepared to get up, the bedroom door clicked and opened slowly. A familiar figure peeked in: Lana.
Lana's long yellow hair was bound up in a headband, and she wore a pair of Leah's faded manatee scrubs. They were quite thin, and Lana's small nipples stood out beneath the fabric. Arin's stomach did a somersault that wasn't entirely unpleasant, and she looked away quickly.
"Oh good, you're awake," yawned Lana. "That saves me the trouble of waking you up." Lana approached the bed holding a clipboard, setting it down to take Arin's pulse and breathing rates.
"How are you feeling, Captain?" asked Lana, jotting down the numbers on the chart.
"Weren't you supposed to take my blood pressure?" yawned Arin.
"I took it at seven," said Lana, shrugging. "You went right back to sleep."
"Oh," said Arin.
"Anyway," continued Lana, reaching into the breast pocket of her scrubs and pulling out a small bottle. "I brought these in case you had a headache."
"How did you know?" asked Arin, taking the bottle. She opened it, and took two of the pills inside with another long drink of water.
"You said something about a headache when I took your vitals at seven," said Lana. "I tried to wake you back up, but you sleep like a rock."
Arin finished the glass. The cold water made her head throb, but she knew that it would get better eventually and tried to relax.
"How's everything running without me?" Arin couldn't hold back another huge yawn. The deep breath put extra pressure on her already bursting bladder, and she had to cross her legs hard to keep from leaking. She wanted to get up and run to the bathroom, but wasn't sure she could make it.
"Lea is letting Dmeytri help him with paperwork," yawned Lana. "I think those two are overcoming their differences. It's heartwarming, and I like to think it might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
Arin was about to ask something, but yawned instead. This time, her bladder leaked a little and she squeezed her legs together even tighter, whimpering softly.
Lana yawned again, flipping through the pages on her clipboard.
Arin snapped, "Could you not do that?" She not to yawn again and failed, just barely containing another leak. "If you keep it up I'm going to-" her bladder spasmed, cutting her off mid-sentence.
"Leah had me put absorbent pads under your sheets while you were in the shower last night," yawned Lana.
Unable to hold back yet another yawn, Arin hurriedly removed her nightdress, unsnapping the back and tossing both it and her blankets off the end of the bed. A quiet hissing noise started between Arin's legs and she looked down: her lap was filling with a clear, hot liquid, and her large clitoris stood up in the crimson curls of her pubic hair, quivering with each nasty throb her head gave.
Arin spread her legs and released a short but powerful burst of piss onto her sheets. She wasn't able to let out much, but it was enough to give her a small feeling of relief from the pressure in her lower belly. Arin brushed her hair back from her face and rested her wings behind her.
"Are you still sore?" asked Lana nonchalantly, her tired brown eyes skimming over the checklist on the clipboard. The night before, Arin had indulged in an illicit bottle of essence of dagger root. She'd been unusually tense lately, and though she'd insisted to Lana that she didn't need help, Arin hadn't been able to orgasm in the last several days. She thought the dagger root essence would loosen her up a little, and it had even seemed to work at first. Arin had gotten herself very close to finally coming, but had lost her balance and fell off the bed at the last possible moment. Though her bed wasn't that far off the ground, Arin had managed to badly pull her gluteal muscles in the fall. Leah had been called, and had thoroughly scolded Arin for sneaking the dagger root essence in her condition.
Lana flipped through the pages on her clipboard. Arin leaned over to see what was on the chart, stealing brief glances at Lana's nipples. Leah had left a note on the clipboard the night before telling Lana about the situation: "may need assistance."
"Y-yeah," said Arin. Her stomach twisted, and a brief bolt of pain crept up her buttock. "But it's not as bad as it was when I went to bed."
"And Leah noted that-"
"Yes, I read it," Arin said quickly. Her heart was suddenly pounding, causing a mild headrush. "I don't need assistance."
Lana's eyes darted to Arin's visibly throbbing clitoris. "Would you like me to call Leah and ask for a new vibrator?"
Arin gulped. "No...I just need to try harder."
"You've been saying that since last week," Lana reminded her. "And before that, you lied and told me that the toxin from that creepy-ass WS facility wasn't affecting you anymore."
Arin squirmed. "Well..."
"Is something wrong?" Lana yawned again.
"But you're basically trapped in my quarters. I don't want to force you to do something like that, that's really fucked up."
Lana rolled her eyes. "How many times am I gonna need to explain this? I'm not being forced to do anything, I'm just here to help. Leah even offered to let me stay in the infirmary yesterday, but I decided to stay here."
Arin covered her crotch with her hand, looking down at herself. Her nipples were as hard as Lana's, and she could feel her cold, wet clitoris thumping away against her palm. Her stomach tensed up. "Why?"
"Because I don't mind-" Lana's pale cheeks turned bright pink, and she fidgeted with her clipboard. "I don't mind giving you the 'pelvic massages.'" Lana's face reddened even further as she punctuated her sentence with air quotes.
"You don't mind?" For a moment, Arin couldn't figure out why Lana was acting so flustered. It took her sleepy brain a few seconds to catch up, and when it did she gave Lana a sly grin. "You mean you...don't mind it?"
Lana stared at her hands, fidgeting restlessly. "Th-that's what I said, yeah," she said, obviously trying very hard to sound nonchalant.
"Even though I make a huge mess every time?" asked Arin. Lana squirmed uncomfortably.
"Well I wish you could do it where it's easier to clean up, but Leah explained the whole andyne anatomy thing, and I know you can't help it."
Arin felt a squirm of embarrassment, mixed with a small, pleasurable rush that she hadn't felt in months. Arin's heart fluttered for a moment, and she wanted to giggle, but instead her bladder spasmed and she leaked onto her hand. It felt good.
