A ten year old Espurr named Mewsen heard a knock on her door. She opened it and was greeted by a six year old Sprigatito, just staring at her. "Hello, I'm Trip~," said Trip to Mewsen. Mewsen stared back and responded with, "Hello there... Trip; I'm Meowsen Catpurr, though some also call me Mewsen~." Trip still keeping a blank expression, "Meowsen sounds cuter~." Mewsen faintly smiled with a slight blush; this was the first time she's EVER heard anyone say that her real name sounded cuter, asides her mother of course but that's who named her that. This made her feel really fuzzy inside, "Well, if you want to call me Meowsen, you can cutie~." Trip chirped, "Sprig~. Okay, Meowsen~." "So what brings you here little one~?", even though Mewsen wasn't really much taller than Trip. "Fang want me to meet more frens; he brought me here~." Mewsen got a good look at him and he seemed rather young, though Fang was young too and him and her are still friends somewhat, so perhaps she shouldn't judge one's age because she acts younger than herself a lot of the time.

"Um yeah, well you came to the right place Trip. A friend of Fang is a friend of mine... most of the time", Mewsen remembered some old associations that she wants to forget. Regardless, this was enough to have Trip let out a happy, "Sprig~! Another fren!". Mewsen smiled, feeling happy that she made the little Sprigatito happy, though she is curious on what a friendship with him would mean exactly. However, just before she could talk to him about that, she noticed this weird look that Trip had since the start of their conversation. It was as if he was staring through her, so she decided to stare back with the usual Espurr stare. And that's basically what they did for a few minutes, just stare at each other, neither blinking. Mewsen was kinda used to not blinking for long periods; it was quite odd seeing another non-Espurr who would just stare blankly. She wondered what went on inside this silly grass kitten's head. Though she was a psychic-type, she was certainly no Espeon when it came to reading thoughts; but it still wouldn't hurt to try, hoping it wouldn't hurt Trip. Mewsen's psychic glands glowed slightly as she tried to enter his mind, then suddenly "Oooh what's that!?" which broke Mewsen's concentration right away. Trip was pointing at her folded ears which had a glow coming from underneath, his paw being dangerously close to her ear.

Mewsen frowned, gently batting Trip's paw away, "Don't touch the ears please...," but the moment she moved his paw away she noticed a rather particular scent, not just any scent, but a rather soothing one. Whatever that scent was made her feel a little funny, causing her to emit a soft purr~. After a moment, Trip looked at her puzzled, "But what in your ears~?" Mewsen snapped out of it, not sure what happened there, but responded, "Oh! Yeah, under them is where my psychic powers come from." Trip tilted his head for a moment, then said, "Does that mean you can lift things with your ears~?" The Espurr stared stupidly, trying to comprehend what he just said, "No silly, it means I can lift things with my mind." Trip looked a little more surprised hearing that, "Can you show me!?" Mewsen sighed; she couldn't really say no to such a cute silly face such as Trip's, plus she felt a little bad for trying to invade his mind earlier. Perhaps she could find some things to lift around in her room for entertainment purposes; but it felt weird inviting in a six year old. But maybe it wouldn't be too bad to invite him in. "Would you be okay coming inside? I can show you some tricks~," said Mewsen, almost immediately regretting how she worded that. Trip mewed happily, "Sure, I'll come inside fren Meowsen trick house~." Mewsen turned, trying to clear mind blushing, as she leads the little Sprig to her room. 

Once they arrive, shutting the door behind them of course, Mewsen starts using her powers to lift random objects in her room ranging from books, toy cars, toy blocks, and even random furniture. Trip just oooh'd in amazement, though really it wasn't too impressive; but perhaps Trip just liked watching objects just floating in midair. Then Mewsen had an idea; with her psychic powers, she was basked in a glowing-blue area as she brought herself into levitation. Trip was more amazed seeing that, "You can fly~?" Mewsen hearing that kinda made her lose concentration and fall gently on her feet again, "No, I'm just lifting myself really." Trip still was amused, "Can you make me fly~?" This of course was a bad idea, as her powers could likely hurt Trip if anything went wrong, "Maybe for a moment..." So with her psychic powers, she carefully lifted Trip off the ground.

Trip, who was now just barely over a foot off the air, started to humorously doggy paddle while in the air. Adding with Trip's already goofy look, Mewsen barely could keep focus, trying not to laugh. She then began to flip him upside down making it even more difficult for her to not laugh as he is still paddling in the air like before. Then she heard a whine, "I don't feel so good Meowsen...", Mewsen expected this, as being hovered in the air against one's control and being flipped around can be disorienting. She then carefully sets him back on the floor, hoping he doesn't get sick. Trip tried to regain his balance, but after shaking his head a bit, he was able to come to his senses. "Wasn't as fun as expected...," said Trip. Mewsen agreed, "Yeah, I should've known better." Mewsen looked around for other things to entertain the little grass kitten.

Mewsen noticed some of the books she had hovering earlier, books by Emolga Molga. These books have to do with younger Pokemon and potty training; although in her case, being a very close fan with Molga (too close in fact), she would sometimes get rarer copies or private editions of existing titles from her personally where the potty problems never go away, but rather they instead learn to become okay and happy about it~. Seeing that these books were meant to be for kids around Trip's age, even though they were mainly aimed towards toddlers, maybe she could read him a story. "Have you ever heard of Emolga Molga?" Trip tilted his head thinking for a moment, then remembered and nodded, "Stories mom used to read to bed for me... they stopped reading that for some reason." Mewsen smiled, "Well I'm a huge fan of Emolga Molga, so much so I'm part of her um... private fan club, and have books of hers you wouldn't see normally in the library." Looking around, she spotted one of those books and grabbed it, "Like this one, 'The Happy Little Wet Shinx'~."

Trip was curious as this certainly wasn't a title of Molga's he's heard before, but it does sounds similar to the one his mother read to him, 'The Happy Little Dry Shinx'. Mewsen handed him the book to read. However, he wasn't the best at reading; he only saw pictures with zero context to him. "Um, I can't read Meowsen, you read for me please~?", said Trip. Mewsen nodded with a cheerful look, "I'll be more than happy to read it to you, I love reading these books!" Trip sat on the floor while Mewsen sat on her chair and started to read the book, like a teacher reading to students in the classroom. "Once there was little Shinx, he always looked sad and nervous around others; he also smelled funny. It was because he had a little embarrassing secret. He was a bedwetter." Mewsen showed the picture in the book of the little Shinx who woke up crying because his bed and pajamas were soaked. This made the cute grass kitten go "Aw~"; he wished he could be there to make him feel better about wetting the bed.

The thought of the Shinx wetting the bed however made Trip's ears lowered, putting paws on his crotch, as it reminded him of his own pee issues. Mewsen continued, "...the little Shinx couldn't stop wetting the bed, no matter how hard he tried. Eventually he became too scared to go to sleep altogether, since he knew the moment he did, his sheets needed cleaned." Trip was mesmerized by Mewsen reading the story. Though the further they got into the story, the more apparent it was that the kitten needed to go. Mewsen took notice and knew very well of what's wrong with Trip, "Gotta pee little guy~?" Trip nodded, "I can hold~." Mewsen smiled as she kept reading more and more of the story. Trip was noticing some key differences such as of a fairy Pokemon oddly showing up in the story letting the Shinx know that it's okay to be wet; and encouraged him further to do so as it's a part of who he is and no one else should change that. In the original story the fairy God Pokemon would still say bedwetting is okay, but would still teach the Shinx ways to stop wetting the bed. And the Shinx slowly becoming more happier and accepting being a bedwetter, while in the original the Shinx was quickly becoming a non-bedwetter and becoming happier that way. Needless to say, Trip was liking the new version better, wagging his tail happily at these changed parts. It also made his bladder feel fuzzy and weaker, as he kept being taught these bad examples, making it also harder for him to hold it~.

Mewsen happily finishes with, "And so, the happy little wet Shinx proudly states, 'I'm a bedwetter, and I'm okay and happy about it~. <3' as he gets up, starting another day nice and wet. The End." After showing Trip the picture of a Shinx in wet pajamas all happy, she closes the book, feeling so good and fuzzy after reading it. She almost felt like wetting herself again, but she had a kid here. Trip on the other hand chirped so loud and cute, "Aww~! Loved that story so much, way better than the one mom read me!" Mewsen saw a bit of wetness on his shorts, kinda figured this would happen because of the story. "You're looking a tiny bit wet, how about I get you a potty to go in~?" Trip blushed, and said, "Can hold..." Mewsen giggled hearing that, "I'm sure you can, but let's get you something to pee in." With her psychic powers yet again, she brings out something hidden deep within her closet; it was a large brass pot, something that was already bigger than her, and certainly was much bigger than the Sprig.

Trip looked at it in amazement, "It's a pot potty!" Mewsen nodded, "Yes, it is indeed a pot potty. I had it ever since I was around your age. I used this to learn how to go potty." Trip looked at it, still barely holding himself, then with a cheerful look, he says, "I will learn the potty on the pot potty~." Mewsen giggled hearing that. Trip started climbing up the pot, which wasn't as easy since he wasn't a psychic type and could just float up there, though Mewsen liked to climb up it normally as well. She then noticed the kitten's shorts were still on; from past experience, whenever she or someone else who used her potty had their shorts on climbing the potty, they were gonna get soaked. "Wait Trip, I'll help you up there in a bit, I gotta help get your shorts off." Trip got off the side of the pot, his bladder being more disappointed that it had to wait longer. He barely managed to hold back an urge, "Good idea...~," he huffed. Mewsen felt a little wrong doing this since she knew she was gonna see his privates during this, but as she pulled down his shorts a rather cute blush appeared on her face that made her pause. Other than the obvious small wet spot he already had on his undies, there were countless other old ones. She knew very well what that meant from her own experience, 'He REALLY is still learning the potty...' This right here kinda brought back flashbacks to herself learning how to go potty; it was like she was staring at her younger self, well if her younger self was a boy and a grass type. Oh how she wished she hadn't learned it at all during her potty training days, only having to re-imagine it through silly books.

Mewsen's face flushed, knowing what she wanted Trip to do instead. She wanted him to go against what he's supposed to learn, but she knew it was wrong and tried to control herself. Meanwhile, Trip was still standing there looking at his friend who appeared to be in a trance-like state similar to his, wondering what's the hold up as he couldn't hold it much longer. Mewsen sighed trying hard to keep control, "Um Trip, your undies... it has many stains." He blushed and purred hearing that, "Yeah, I'm still learning the potty; tends to happen, may happen again if I don't use the pot soon." Mewsen blushed more, feeling more tense, then says, "Are you okay and happy about those... old accidents~?" Trip, with an adorable cheerful look, replies, "Sprig~. Parents aren't... but am okay and happy about stains~." This was all that was needed for Mewsen to lose self-control. "Before I help you up to the pot... will you be okay leaving your undies on? I mean you don't have to; it's just, um, something I, um, want to see~." The Espurr blushed really hard, 'I feel like such a perv...' But her worries went away when the Sprig nodded, "Sure, totally okay and happy wetting for frens, feels better wetting~." As soon as he said that, with her psychic energy, she quickly placed the Sprigatito on the pot, then hovered up there herself so she can personally keep hold of him so he doesn't fall in. "Okay, go pee little one~."

*pssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhh~* "Sprig~! Aaaah~," sighed the little grass kitten in relief as pee flows out of his already stained underwear into the pot below; though also running off the sides of the garment, down his green furry legs and down the side of the pot. Seeing this made a rather burning feeling grow quickly within the Espurr's private region; it was like watching an Emolga Molga book come to life. It was tempting her to self-pleasure but she manages to control herself that much at least, 'No, I mustn't now... maybe after he leaves..." It takes about a good minute 'til Trip finishes on the potty, "Ahh~. That felt much better, thanks Meowsen~," he says without any shame whatsoever. Though just before he put his shorts back on, Mewsen stopped him, "Wait, um... can you perhaps give me those wet undies you're wearing?" Trip tilted his head, "Why~?" Mewsen blushed more, "I um... REALLY want them~. I..." She blushes harder covering her face, "like... them." Trip was a little confused, but since Mewsen has been a nice friend to him, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to give them to her. He took them off, exposing himself to the female kitty. A mild blush came from him being nude in front of her. He happily handed her the really badly stained wet undies that she so desired. "Purr~. <3 Can I keep them please please please~.", Mewsen purred loudly, acting like a little child as she begs, looking at the little sprig lovingly. "Of course, I have plenty~.", Trip looked cheerful, happy to see someone who loves his soiled clothing that much. Mewsen gave the younger kitten a kiss gently on his lips, making him blush a lot harder, "Sprig~! <3"