A cloudy, misty day looms over Stikstik forest. The sun can be seen up above as a small, bright dot; trying to pierce through the mist. Inside the cover of the trees, a Houndour by the name of Bonead is holding a garbage bag over his right arm. He dons a ragged, blue coat and stitched-up jeans. The smell of pine and oran trees spreads throughout the forest… and a bit of a dank smell from the garbage bag as well. Bonead is sweating trying to hold the bag up, bringing it into the forest for some reason. The smell from the bag tinges the canine’s nose. Despite the weight of the bag, he continues lifting it through his journey.

“These clothes are so stinky,” says Bonead. The pup catches a sudden whiff of the garbage bag. Bonead’s face turns a bit green and nauseous. *cough* *cough* “Damn! Why did my little bro have to mess all this clothing up? I worked so hard to stea-, I mean, get new clothes for him and he just goes all over them. He is such a poophead.” He continues walking with bag in hand, arriving at a fork in the dirt road. The poor canine looks confused.

“Which way was it again?” He turns his head back and forth. “Left...Right? He said to go left, but which is which?” He looks towards the right path, which looks darker inside with glowing eyes staring at him. *screech~* *screech~* The screeching of Zubats can be heard towards the right direction. Looking at that direction, Bonead feels his legs shaking. He stares a bit down, looking at his legs moving on their own. The shaking causes the pup to feel a bit of stress in his groin. The fluid inside his groin tries to press outward towards his privates. Bonead thinks, “Agh! I gotta go pee!” He quickly tries not to think of letting it all go. “That path’s spooky...” He looks to his left. It looks a bit empty and lifeless. A ray of sun on the left side pierces through the mist towards the fork. “Hmm… this way looks safer.” He correctly goes left at the fork, not knowing what left even meant.

He continues strolling along, walking past oran trees, some of them near leafless due to the fall weather. Bonead continues thinking out loud. “Hope this woodman that Victor talks about can clean all these poopy undies and pants up.” The scent of the clothes is almost visible from the bag. And it isn’t pleasant at all. He tries avoiding the shit-smelling scents from the bag, but it proves near impossible. His bladder is filled up with warm, steamy piss, trying to ejaculate from the troubled pup. Under the foul scent, Bonead places his paws on his groin, trying to hold it in. On paw placement, he can feel an internal squishing near his penis. A burst of warmth flows through Bonead’s body. “Ahh~” he moans.

With a paw on his member, he keeps walking a bit father. His pace slows with every step as the urge to ejaculate grows larger and larger. He eventually reaches a large oran berry tree, larger than the rest of the forest. Bonead steps on a rock near the tree, not knowing it was there. “Agh!” *plop* The rock causes him to lose balance, letting go of his garbage bag and falling to his knees as a result. *pssh~* A bit of yellow liquid ejects from his canine penis, wetting the front of his underwear a little bit. Nothing too serious.

The garbage bag the pup was holding is laid on the ground sideways, with stained pants and undies falling out from the top. The moist stench of Poochyena droppings and pee greatly expands around him. The strong smell tinges his nose and his eyes. He shuts his eyes for a second, eventually beginning to shed a tear in his left eye. Was it from the puppy stench or from his pee leak? Could be either. “No! I can’t piss myself here! Not like this!” With courage, he tried to stand back up, forgetting the smelly garbage bag existed. All that mattered to him was to find somewhere safe to do his business.

The poor Houndour looks around a bit and then realizes the perfect place to go pee: where the large tree is. “I’ll just go potty at the tree!” He struggles slowly towards the direction of the tree, holding his fluids inside with his paws. *pssssh~* Some more urine leaks from his member, covering his paws and leaking onto his dog legs. “No! I can’t!” The poor dog starts to break down. Stress overcomes him. Then he thinks about his little brother and the garbage bag. That messy garbage bag. Those clothes could be Bonead’s clothes if it continued like this. With all the worrying, he starts to really stress out in a fight or flight response. He gains a burst of newfound energy, causing him to start running towards the tree with his paws on his private parts. Bonead sheds tears along the way. His face grows bright red.

“Finally!” He gains a sense of relief at the large tree. Some horizontal planks were nailed into the tree in a vertical array. A clothes bucket tied to a rope is nearby. All he can really see is where his target is: where his urine is supposed to hit the mark. In a fast motion, he quickly opens his tattered, blue coat showing his fluffy chest to the world. The Houndour rips off the belt attaching his jeans, pulling it quickly off of him. *plop* His patch-stitched jeans drop to the ground. The eyes of the Houndour starts to open up wide as tears roll down his head. A heavy, red blush marked his face. The worried dog looks for the target again. And then…

*psssssssssssshhhhh~* He lets it all go. Then he realizes something… “Shit! My undies!” He wets his underpants as he ejects steamy, balmy pee from his dick. Immediately, he pulls down his underwear, the piss hitting the bottom of his coat a bit. *splash* Drips of pee fall to the ground from his undies. *drip* *drip* He adjusts his junk towards his target. Bonead’s piss ejaculates in a vertical arc, landing against the side of the tree. *splash* “Ahhhhhhhhh~” As he looks down at his business, he pulls the coat back with his paws. The pup is near naked; continually staring at his pee stream; feeling the warm sensation in his penis. The urine flow slows down to a crawl. *drip* *drip* He shakes his canine dick off a bit, getting the leftover pee off, even if there is leftover pee on the bottom half of his body already. “I feel so relieved.”

A sound nearby can be heard *psssssssssssssssshhhh~* A stream of pee rains down from the sky, landing near Bonead. *splash* The dog can hear the pee colliding against the ground nearby, inches away from his paw. The dog catches the whiff of the pee. The aroma from the piss smelled a bit like oran berries. The stream moves on its own, slowly moving away from him. *splash* A sound of collision can be heard, sounding like plastic. Nearby that sound, a stench grows bigger from it, crawling up into the sky…

“Oh Arceus, what is that smell!?” cries a voice from above. Bonead hears the voice and quickly looks up. It stopped raining. He sees a Pachirisu on a branch, plugging his nose in horror. The Pachirisu looks back at him. “Huh? Who are you?” They stared at each other for a few seconds. “A-are you okay!? Hold on, I’m coming!” He quickly rushes into a treehouse nearby him. In about ten seconds, he climbs down the ladder to the Houndour who is watching him move about. The Pachirisu sees a wet spot on the tree he lives on and wet undies leaking through part of his jeans on the ground.

“Oh no, did you wet yourself?”  Bonead is speechless, unsure of what to do. With teary eyes, he nods up and down. “Don’t worry, it’ll be okay.” Bonead slows his teary eyes to a halt. The Houndour sniffles a bit. The electric squirrel speaks, “You seem like a nice Houndour. I’m Norwood. Who are you?” “U-umm. I’m Bonehead.” He drew a blank on his given name. “Bonehead? Nice to meet you. Do you need help?” The poor pup nods up and down again. Norwood looks at a garbage bag with piss covering it. He thinks, “Oh shit, did I piss on his bag?” “Hey Bonehead, is that your bag there?” Another nod from the Houndour.

“Okay. Let’s worry about the bag later and get you cleaned up. Come into my treehouse for a bit, I’ll help ya out.” Bonead, with a pause, slowly replies, “O-okay...” As they walk to the plank ladder, the pup thinks for a bit. “Are you the woodman?” They both stop walking to talk. “Woodman? Yeah, I am. Are you a friend of Dusk?” “Who is Dusk?” “One of my friends. Only he tends to call me that. How did you know I am the woodman?” “My brother told me to come to the woodman to clean my clothes.” “Your brother?” “Yeah. Victor. You know him, right?” Norwood pauses for a bit of thinking. Then Norwood says, “Is he a Growlithe?” Bonead gets a bit excited. “Yeah, yeah!” “Ah, that Growlithe.” He giggles a bit. “Heh, so you both went potty on my tree then.”

THE END