Saoirse’s Adventures Pt.3: Caught

Saoirse jolted awake to her camera’s display flashing a low battery warning. The little clock in the corner said it was 8:32 am: she’d been asleep for just over two hours. Her bladder felt like it was about to pop, and she leaked a little when she sat up. It took constant effort and most of her concentration, but Saoirse wondered she could make it across the hall to the bathroom. She padded over to the door, her knee-length tail twitching behind her. She reached down to unlock the door, and the doorknob rattled.

Blood drained from Saoirse’s face in cold prickles. Someone was on the other side. Saoirse’s concentration faltered, and she leaked again. Another doorknob rattled a little further down the hall.

“That’s alright,” Saoirse breathed to herself. “They’re moving on.” She pressed her legs together and waited as long as she dared. She’d stripped down to her underwear for the night, and her pale yellow hair stuck out from her head around her catlike ears. Her skin was more tanned than usual after her long hike two days before, but currently she was pale and clammy from needing to pee. When she could no longer hold it she quietly turned the lock and eased open the door, hoping the person rattling the doorknobs had moved on.

The dim hallway outside was empty, but the door next to Saoirse’s was open and she could hear someone humming inside.

A pair of black-feathered wings preceded a tall, gangly figure backing into the hall. It was the winged man from before. He appeared to be in his mid to late 20s, and his shoulder-length dark hair was out of its ponytail and hung about his tanned, freckled face in scruffy curls. It took him a long moment to turn his head and finally notice Saoirse. Saoirse started plotting an escape plan from the building, contemplating how to scare him off like a cartoon villain-

“Saoirse?” the black-winged man gasped. “Saoirse Adorabella Fogel?!”

Saoirse’s mind went blank and she felt her face flush at the mention of her middle name. She took a breath to speak and noticed a rushing sound.

“Oh no,” panted Saoirse. She clenched up as hard as she could, but it didn’t help.

“What’s wrong?” the winged man asked, approaching her. “How did you get here, Saoirse? This place is dangerous.”

A puddle spread around Saoirse’s feet, and her body relaxed on her, forcing her to take a deep breath that changed into a long, relieved sigh. The winged man looked down, turned bright red beneath his freckles, and his eyes snapped back up to her face.

“Did I um…catch you at a bad time?” the winged man gulped.

Hot, clear urine flooded down Saoirse’s legs and she couldn’t help a small moan when she replied: “Not the best time, no.”

The winged man respectfully averted his eyes, paused for a long moment, and turned around. “Sorry,” he laughed nervously.

“It’s alright,” said Saoirse. Her voice had come out squeakier than intended.

“Do you need a change of clothes?” asked the winged man, his wing twitching. “I’ve got a few extra pairs of swim trunks back at camp.”

“I’ve got some clothes, but thanks,” Saoirse replied. She was already throbbing beneath her panties, and tried her hardest to ignore it.

The flow streaming down Saoirse’s leg slowed, and she pushed on her bladder to keep it going.

“So are you umm…” the winged man asked. “Are you going to finish out here, or uhh…?

“Yeah,” sighed Saoirse. “I cannot stop it. I might as well keep it out here.”

“That is fair, especially considering who owns this place,” said the winged man. “What are you even doing here?”

Saoirse hesitated. “I’m uhm…” She didn’t want to tell the truth, so she did the first thing she could think of: she took a deep breath and blew a loud raspberry. The winged man winced.

“Oh uh…heh…excuse me,” Saoirse said quickly. Her flow was slowing again.

“Of course,” said the winged man awkwardly. Saoirse ducked sideways into the bathroom and flipped on the light. The sink was right next to the door, which allowed her to lock the door as she pulled down her soaked underwear. Her clitoris was fully erect, and all she could get out of it was a reluctant drip.

Saoirse’s clitoris was one of her inherited renoige features. Most of the time it looked and functioned very much like a penis, except that it was fully retractable and she could give birth through it like a hyena. The thought of what giving birth through her clitoris might feel like caused her erection to soften slightly, though the effect only lasted a few seconds.

Although it seemed like Saoirse had released a lot when she wet herself in the hallway, she felt like she needed to pee even worse than before. This was the first time she’d allowed herself to turn on the bathroom light, and she could see her reflection in the mirror over the sink. Her face was red, her ears were back, and her tail twitched nervously. All she could think about was-

“No,” Saoirse told herself in a firm whisper. She still had no idea who the winged man was, why he was there, or what he intended to do. “It doesn’t matter how cute he is!”

The little voice in the back of Saoirse’s mind that had been chastising her gave a sleepy assenting murmur. She reflected, quite literally, on her clitoris in the mirror. The erection wasn’t going away, and every second she spent in the bathroom, that strange man who knew her name had full access to her camera, backpack, and school-loaned laptop.

“He might even pee on them,” said the chaste voice. Saoirse imagined it, and her face reddened even more in the mirror. Her clitoris, hanging over the sink, throbbed stubbornly. The harder she tried not to think about the man whipping out his dick and peeing on her camera, the clearer it appeared in her mind.

“Alright,” Saoirse growled under her breath. She grabbed her clitoris, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. It felt-

“Are you okay in there?” the man asked through the door. Saoirse’s stomach dropped and her whole body broke out in hot tingles. It kind of hurt, but it felt good. Saoirse started stroking herself.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” she replied, trying to keep her voice as even as possible.

The man said something, but it was too muffled through the door to understand. Saoirse yanked her shirt up and stuffed it into her mouth to keep herself from making too much noise, leaned on the counter, and went at it as hard as she could.

Saoirse felt herself starting to climax, and braced her feet on the floor. She couldn’t stop her voice, and her stomach dropped when her moans echoed off the tiled walls. A dam in her head broke; it was going to be embarrassing now no matter what.

“D-damn it,” Saoirse gasped to herself. There was something satisfying about the echo, and she quit trying to control it. The winged man would hear, but she didn’t care. She came, spraying the tile floor under the sink. Her reflection in the mirror looked remarkably calm, though a deep-red blush flared across her cheekbones. She stepped forward and aimed her clitoris into the sink, but by then there was nothing else coming out. The last of Saoirse’s orgasm contractions left her feeling hot and twitchy, yet somehow underwhelmed.

Saoirse felt her bladder letting go and aimed for the drain. Since she’d allowed herself to be so loud, she didn’t feel bad about heaving a long, loud sigh while she finally finished her morning pee.

The winged man didn’t knock on the door or anything, and Saoirse took her time having a wash before she changed into a dry t-shirt and set of swim shorts. She’d intended to wear them swimming sometime later that day, and had left them slung over the wall of the outermost bathroom stall. She left her wet clothes soaking in warm water in the sink and unlocked the door as quietly as she could.

“Oooooowoooooooooooo!”

Saoirse paused. It was the winged man’s voice, and it had a vague tune almost as annoyingly familiar as he was.

As she eased the bathroom door shut, the man repeated the tune. He wasn’t in the hall, which was a relief at first until she realized where he was.

The man sat on the couch where Saoirse had been sleeping, wings bobbing along with the beat emanating from *her* headphones. The headphones were connected to her portable radio. He looked up when he saw her, pulled off the headphones, and pointed at her shirt.

“Oh wow, you still have that shirt!” he said, with such an earnest look on his face that Saoirse wanted to like him. “The local classical station has some real bangers, sorry if my singing was a little disturbing.” She looked down at her shirt and noted that it was tie-dyed. She’d dyed it herself at one of her siblings’ birthday parties years ago, and it jogged her memory. A name spelled itself out in her head.

“Arthur,” said Saoirse, sounding angrier than she’d meant to.

The man – Arthur – got up and put the radio back where it had been on the desk. That was when Saoirse noticed that her camera was gone; she’d left it on the couch, right where Arthur’s butt had been.

“Where’s my camera?”

Arthur paled. “I plugged it in to charge. I didn’t steal it!”

Saoirse’s camera was indeed plugged into the wall. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound mad,” she said, rubbing her eyes. The name Arthur still wasn’t quite connecting in her mind yet. “Thanks.”

“It’s odd that the electricity is still on,” said Arthur. “There are no cameras outside, and I haven’t seen any inside either…Though if there are cameras inside, there’s a good chance they’ll see us before we see them,” Arthur added candidly. “Are you okay, Saoirse?”

Saoirse felt the blood drain from her face. “I didn’t even consider that there might be cameras.” She regretted it as soon as she’d said it. There was something disarming about Arthur that made her impulsively tell the truth. The disapproving voice in the back of her thoughts replaced itself with “Ugh, not this doofus.”

“Well, you didn’t have to for this building,” said Arthur. “I’ve been through about half the floors here and haven’t seen any. If you like I could help you check for them.”

Saoirse followed Arthur up the hall, to the entrance of the building. The glass structure let in the morning sunlight, tinted green by the moss and algae obscuring the dirty glass.

“I didn’t get much further than this,” said Arthur. “And there might be tunnels underneath the buildings, for winter use.”

“Winter use?” Saoirse asked slowly. “Where did you learn that?”

“I looked up the building when I learned where my summer dig would be.” Arthur’s attention seemed to waver for a moment. “Do you mind if I pee really quick?” he asked casually.

“Sure,” Saoirse heard herself say.

“It’s so nice to be around another Renoige,” said Arthur, walking over to the front door. He stopped in the middle and carefully spread his feet. Heat bloomed in random blotches on Saoirse’s face, and her clitoris twitched inside her shorts. Saoirse tried to will it to stop and it throbbed, almost petulantly.

“Culturally, anyway.” Arthur fumbled with the front of his shorts. “Since you’re half human and I’m an andyne. Off-world, they’re so specific about where you can pee, even when you’re desperate.”

Arthur let go with a loud, ungraceful splash into the threadbare entryway carpet. Saoirse realized that she was watching, but she couldn’t see much past his wings.

“Phew, I didn’t think I had to go this much,” sighed Arthur. “I’m just peeing up here to be disrespectful to ‘World Sleepers’ or whatever.” He wiggled his butt with his air quotes and Saoirse forced herself to look away. She couldn’t stop listening, though. “Whatever they call themselves, the business who owns this building has done some horrible things-” he paused, grunted, and resumed peeing. “And I think a little light vandalism is in order.” His flow stopped, and a moment later he’d joined her in the hallway, straightening his hoodie and swim shorts. Saoirse dared a glance back at the puddle Arthur had left, and jumped when Arthur made eye contact with her.

“So, are you the one that left the puddle in the lakeside office with the big windows?”

Saoirse was grateful that the hallway they passed into was so dark. She knew she was blushing again. “Yeah.”

“I’d like to add my own puddle in that room, if you don’t mind,” said Arthur. “And everywhere else feasible. I promise to stay out of your way if you tell me why you’re here.”

“What if I don’t tell you?” Saoirse asked slowly.

Arthur shrugged. “Then I’ll try to stay out of your way and maybe ask Rabb about it next time I talk to her.” Rabbiane, Rabb for short, had lived with Saoirse when they were kids. Though they were first cousins, Rabb was more like an older sister to her.

“I’ll say yes on two conditions: you warn me before you pee, and don’t tell anyone I’m here.” Saoirse tried to sound stern.

“I promise to keep this secret,” said Arthur. “And of course. I’ll keep my visits early in the morning, or late at night. I can sneak over some food too, if you like. We have plenty at camp.”

“Deal.” Not quite believing what she’d just agreed to, Saoirse asked, “So why are you here?”

Arthur talked for the rest of the way through the building about the archaeological dig he was there with. They found no cameras, and Arthur left around noon, promising to be back that night to help Saoirse find a way into the other buildings.

Writer’s note: This takes place roughly six years before the events of “First Meeting” and “Cassiopeia Gets A Job Pt. 02.” In this chapter he’s 32, and Saoirse is 21.