Azriel saw his delivery partner before she saw him, waiting in line to pay her docking fee on the second level of the sprawling aircraft docks. She was a tall renoige woman, with gray fur, pointed catlike ears, a long tail, and light gray hair on her head, trailing halfway down to her waist in a wavy side ponytail. Azriel knew her name: Nihrae.
Azriel was a few inches shorter than Nihrae; he was Anth, very human-looking with tanned skin, straight black hair, cut brutally short against his head, solid black eyes, and a large leathery pair of batlike wings. Unlike andynes, however, his wings wouldn't be strong enough to allow him to fly on his own without some serious strength training. He could glide if he really needed to, but he was woefully out of shape for even that at the moment.
Up on the second level, Nihrae paid her fee to the dockmaster without saying anything and started down the stairs next to the dock master's kiosk. Halfway down, Nihrae's luminous green eyes immediately settled on Azriel. He felt his stomach drop a little, and his heart fluttered restlessly. He couldn't think of anything to say as Nihrae approached, a cool expression on her face.
"You're staring at me," Nihrae said slowly. "You must be the guy Arin told me about. You smell like beer."
Azriel laughed nervously. "I had a little this morning to soothe my uhmm..." He lost his train of thought, staring at Nihrae again. "Uhh... nerves."
"You know what? I don't want to hear it. Let's get these deliveries done and get back," said Nihrae in a confident, steady voice. "Hurry up," she barked at Azriel.
Azriel followed, his stomach twisting. He had indeed had several mugs of beer to steady his nerves before his first day at work, and it was slowly filling up his bladder. He hurried along after Nihrae up the road.
The deliveries were quick; Nihrae carried their cargo in a messenger bag at her side, and delivered both of them to the same building, not far from the docks.
"Is that it?" asked Azriel. Nihrae frowned at him, flicking her tail impatiently.
"No, it isn't," said Nihrae. "There's another crate up on the raft. We should be back on the ship by lunchtime though, if all goes well." Nihrae turned on her heel and started the trek back to the docks. She had a graceful gait and sidestepped Azriel as she passed him.
They didn't have to pay any additional fees at the aircraft dock, and were able to go right up to the raft.
"Come on, hurry up," prompted Nihrae, shooting the dockmaster a dirty look over her shoulder. "If that ripoff artist sees you he might charge me some extra bullshit fee," she mumbled. Nihrae's craft was a standard delivery hover raft: a single levitating square with a railing around it and a control panel set into one side. A large crate was chained to it, with the address displayed on the side. The destination was a long way off, and Azriel's stomach did an uncomfortable backflip; Nihrae opened a small gate in the side of the raft and let Azriel board first. Azriel held his wings at his sides as Nihrae set the raft's course for the delivery. They sped off in silence.
The land underneath them was heavily forested. There were some low clouds, Nihrae flew the raft almost low enough to skim the boughs of taller trees to avoid them. Azriel was beginning to get a headache as he sobered up and his body processed the pints of beer he'd had that morning. He was grateful for the cloud cover despite the dark threatening nature of it.
Over the next twenty minutes, it became harder and harder for Azriel to hold his bladder. His head was pounding and it wasn't helping at all. Small gray birds darted around the raft, offering a small distraction. They seemed just as surprised as Azriel was when Nihrae eased the raft to a stop around a kilometer away from their destination.
"Why are we slowing down? " Azriel asked faintly.
Nihrae stepped away from the controls, pulling up her uniform shirt and unbuttoning her pants. "I have to carry that crate up to the client's front door, and I can't do that if I need to whiz this badly," she said coolly, turning around and approaching the railing. Her long tail flicked behind her as she leaned back to glance over her shoulder at Azriel. "You should pee too, before you wet yourself," she added, holding her tail up while she opened the front of her pants. She gave a small grunt and let go in a loud hissing stream.
Azriel gulped, "B-but how do you kn-..." Azriel thought back to his most recent interworld biology university classes. Renoige had very different physiology from most species: they had an extremely acute sense of smell, the men had retractable penises, and the women had large, permanent clitorises which they used for both urination, sex, and childbirth. Azriel was forcefully reminded of that, watching Nihrae's tail swishing contentedly behind her while she voided her bladder in a graceful arch over the tops of the evergreen trees.
The urge to pee hit Azriel hard, and he turned around himself, hurriedly yanking his clothes - a long, plain black tunic with dark gray leggings underneath - aside. There was already a wet spot in his crotch.
When he pulled back the elastic on his leggings, Azriel let out a sudden gush of piss, much to the dismay of a small flock of birds in the tree beneath him. They all took flight at once, squawking indignantly at him as his meager flow slowed to a drip.
Behind him, Nihrae let out a single bark-like laugh. Azriel could still hear her heavy stream hitting the branches of the tree below her. "Pee-shy?"
Azriel gulped and looked down: he was hard. He had a short, wide penis with a long foreskin, which he reached down and pulled back while trying to push on his bladder. Nothing came out, even though he was well past the point of bursting-
"Don't be shy, no one can see us out here," said Nihrae with a loud, relieved sigh. Azriel dared a quick look over his shoulder and watched Nihrae push out one more good arch of pee before leaning back and letting the remainder dribble lazily off the raft. "Much better," she said to no one in particular, turning a little. A jolt shot up Azriel's spine and he turned back quickly, looking down. His cock was hard as ever, despite the desperate urge to urinate.
