Pia opened her eyes. She was warm all the way down to her hands and feet, and very comfortable. She didn't want to get up, but she knew she'd have to soon: after four cups of Azri's tea and a nap, her bladder was about to overflow.
Azri was gone, leaving Pia alone. It occurred to her that it was odd that Azri was in Mayra's home - Mayra was very territorial of her space, and even seemed reluctant to have Pia in to check on her plants. She would often meet clients on her front porch or in front of her craft
Star Cops: Deep Space Fines was on Mayra's television, and Pia had just enough time to wonder where Mayra was before the urge to pee forced her to sit up. She wore a pair of light yellow fuzzy pajamas with a mismatched patch over a large hole in the back; they'd been Mayra's, with the opening in the back to accommodate her wings, but had been patched over, seemingly, for someone without them. Pia's bladder gave a nagging throb and that train of thought hopped the tracks like Mario speeding off Rainbow Road.
Pia braced herself before standing up, and immediately tripped over something next to her feet, which she only briefly registered was a bucket. She sprayed briefly into her pants before getting it under control, and stumbled toward the stairs. She'd only been in Mayra's home twice, and went up, looking for a bathroom.
Every step was painful: after the initial leak Pia couldn't quite stop, clenching her kegel muscles as hard as she could, and had to settle for a shaky drip as she scrambled up the stairs.
A familiar smell hit Pia when she was halfway up: a faint citrus scent. Mayra had a spruce fruit tree, cut from an older specimen somewhere special to her, and Pia had been helping Mayra keep it alive. As the staircase curved upward, she saw the tinted glass dome, dimmed slightly with a thick layer of snow on top. The snow was piling up on the sides too, and with the glass mostly clear, Pia could see out in the gaps between the leafy plants lining that part of the room. The snow on the yard was a flat blanket, covering the grid of raised walkways. It hadn't been that bad when Pia was outside, and she could only see about a quarter of the way out into the sprawling yard. The large ships docked past there were just gray shapes in a snowy haze. She barely even noticed when she reached the top of the steps and over to the office area to the immediate right, leaning on the desk to try and peer out further.
There was a loud, shrill screaming sound; Pia couldn't tell whether it was the wind buffeting Mayra's large hovercraft, or an actual scream. The noise jarred her and she leaked again, squeezing her legs together to keep the moisture in her pants. Having shuffled all the way up to Mayra's room, Pia was mortified: she didn't want to wet herself all over Mayra's bedroom floor. There was a bathroom in there somewhere, but it was past the screened off bedroom area, and going in would mean invading Mayra's privacy more than she already had.
Despite how hard she was clamping down, Pia couldn't stop the intermittent, hissing leaks escaping her. The screaming noises repeated, this time echoing from lower on the stairs.
When Pia finally got to the second floor, the screaming stopped. She had to cross a short, flat space between the stairwells, and she could hear her piss dripping onto the linoleum floor. Sweating from the effort, she couldn't go any further and decided to let a little out. If she could pee just a little and make it dry the rest of the way to the toilet, she could get a mop from the bathroom and clean up before Mayra came back.
Pia froze, shaking hard, and let go in a brief, gushing blast. The wind outside howled against the windows, covering her whimpers as she laboriously closed her floodgates. Her bladder screamed for relief as she grasped the handrail and plodded down the stairs toward the bathroom.
Pia came close to leaking again as her hand touched the doorknob. As she opened the door, she could hear gently-running water.
The first thing she saw when she opened the door was Mayra's large feathered wings, dark blue with a slight green iridescence and tan on their ends, held carefully above the floor. Behind them, Pia could see Mayra's back, long wavy blue hair, and naked butt, on either side of which was a blue-green foreleg. Pia's brain moved faster than her mouth: Mayra stood between Azri's legs, peeing on her. Pia had a vague recollection of asking Azri what she was doing at Mayra's, and Azri had answered that Mayra was going to pee on her.
"Oh, you meant that literally," said Pia, slurring a little. Her voice was weak and breathy, and hearing Mayra emptying her giant bladder - she only went when she really had to, and would usually pee for over two minutes - made Pia's body let go sympathetically.
Pia's bladder exploded into her pants, rushing out like a waterfall into the plush fabric of her bottoms and onto the floor.
