It was another night at the Corallson residence. It was time for a certain little eight year old skunk boy to go to bed; he was just getting out of the bathroom. However, he was a little thirsty tonight, so he got himself a small glass of water to take back to his room to drink. Just as he was heading back, a much larger and taller female skunk stops him. "No no, little one, do you remember what we always told ya?" Reef sighed, "Yes mama, no water before bed..." Reef's mom then looked at him sternly, "...and why's that?" He really didn't want to answer it, as it reminded himself of his problem which brings him guilt, but he knew his mom was waiting for a response. "B-Because I...I wet the bed," he said slightly tearing up. His mom smiled and patted the boy’s furry head. "That's right; now be a good dear and return your cup to the sink."

Reef turned around and returned back to the kitchen. He was still pretty thirsty and his mom wasn't watching. “Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to just take a sip,” he says quietly. So he took a slight sip; then the slight sip became a big gulp; then it became two gulps; then before you know it only a quarter of the water was left in the cup. "Ah… I needed that." Just before he drank anymore, he realized how much he drank already. This made him feel worried as he knew very well what this could lead to. He tossed the cup in the sink and hurried out of the kitchen. Feeling concerned, he walked to the bathroom to the toilet. He unzipped his blue striped onesie off, pulling out his furry little member from his undies, and tried to pee. However, he knew he already went a few minutes ago. He tried really hard to pee, but only one drop barely came out and landed on the side of the bowl. This certainly didn't help his worries.

"Reef, hurry, it's time for bed," said his mother. "Okay mama, I'm on my way," he said while putting his junk back into his undies and zipping them up quickly. He walked out of the bathroom and into his room and laid right onto his bed on his back. He still had a solemn look on his face, his mother noticed. "Something wrong, little one?" Reef knew he would be in trouble if he told his mother what he did; he knew she would diaper him right now and he certainly didn't want that. So he told a little fib. He yawned, "Nothing mama, just tired that’s all." His mother smiled and gave him a kiss on his head, "Heh, good night little one~." Laying on his side, whilst grabbing a little rabbit doll that was next to him, he yawns, "Good night, mama." His mom turns towards the door, turns off the bedroom light, and shuts the door behind her.

Once he was sure that she was in her room, Reef once again laid on his back. He still feels remorse about what he did earlier as well as concern about what may happen tonight. He brought the brown rabbit doll close to his chest, holding it, praying to himself. “I will not wet the bed tonight. I will not. I'm not a baby; I'm a big boy now. Big boys don't wet the bed!” Though despite thinking this, he still felt really unsure of himself; unsure that he was going to make the night dry. His mom would certainly find out he snuck a drink of water then. He thought of just staying up all night just to make sure it didn't happen, but he was actually tired right now. Plus, he remembered trying that before and it was terrible. He remembered at the time crying due to being so tired the following day. He also remembered passing out on his way to the toilet a few times; having his wet accidents anyways.

He knew he had to swallow his pride and just go to bed. Still, he kept his doll close and kept hoping that this will be a dry night. Yawning, he rolled to his side as the little skunk was about doze off into slumberland, uncertain of his fate for his now-filling bladder.

In the skunk's dream, he was in a public pool. He was swimming along carelessly while being alone in the pool, which was a little odd to him, but he kept swimming anyway. The little skunk was a really good swimmer; and even though he had a horrifying experience where he had to be revived by lifeguards two years ago, it still didn't scare him away from the water. He kept doing laps around the pool. He was a pretty fast swimmer for a kid his age, certainly one of the fastest at school. It was certainly one of the activities he enjoyed in life.

As he swam and swam, he noticed a familiar feeling in his groin. He grinned; he knew very well he was about to do something naughty in the pool; but before he could act, all the water around him vanished. "Wha-? What happened to the pool!? Oooh, I have to peeee...", he said while holding his crotch. He looked around and there was nothing. He walked and walked until he saw what looked like a bathroom: it was his bathroom. His urge was starting to ache more and more as he reached it. Written all over the bathroom walls around the toilet were "Don't pee!" "Don't use the toilet!" "Stop!" "Hold it!" He was really confused, but he really had to go bad; he was going to be wet at this rate. He walked in front of the toilet, stood in front of it, then he started to pee as much as his member let him, but he noticed he wasn't getting much relief. Then the words around the toilet changed to "WAKE UP!"

That's when the little skunk boy jolted awake, just before he could destroy his bed, and pressed firmly against his crotch. "Ah! Hah… that was too close! Hmm...?" He noticed that the front of his underwater had a circular stain of skunk piss; it looks like he was a tad too late on staying dry. "D-Darn it, not again…," he said, feeling slightly bummed out that he had a large pee stain on his underwear again. "Well, my bed's still safe I guess..." But he still knew he had to get to the toilet anyway. He most certainly had to pee, but it wasn't too difficult to him. When he was younger, he would be scared of going down the hallway, but he's big enough now to not be so scared. So he got up and left his room, going down the hallway to the room on the right. The room on the left was his parents room and he certainly didn't want his mother finding out about his wet underwear.

He walked into the bathroom and reached the toilet; now he just had to unzip his onesie. Just as he pulled down the zipper, he noticed it got stuck; it might've got stuck when he zipped it up quickly last time. This was a terrible time for it to be stuck as he really needed to pee; and being in front of the toilet wasn't helping. He pulled on it hard and hard, hoping it would break lose. "Oh, come on now, please..." he whimpered. He knew asking his mom for help would be a bad idea since she'll find out about his underwear and may diaper him; but if he didn't get his onesie zipper undone, that was going to happen anyway. He kept trying; the delay was only holding up his bladder, which was begging for release. "No… I don't want to pee myself, I'm not a baby…," he said.

Tears were starting to well up, his bladder was throbbing and his peen was about to drip. He feared he was going to have to give up. He tried once more at it and then the zipper finally broke free. The sudden surprise of his zipper coming down caused his peen to let out a squirt of urine into his underwear, damping it further. Swearing under his breath, he held his peen tight, trying not to ruin his night further, and surprisingly he managed to stop himself from totally peeing himself. He then stepped in front of the toilet with his undies off, his wet furry junk open, and started to pee into the toilet. *pssssssssssssssssssh~*

"Ahhhh, that was toooo clooose~," says the relieved skunk as he empties his much-needy bladder into the bowl. After about almost a minute he finishes into the toilet. Even though he's happy he didn't wet the bed, he’s still upset that his underwear got soaked. But strangely, his onesie was still pretty dry other than a tiny spot where he was trying to hold himself; but that spot might dry on it's own. His underwear however was drenched in skunk piss. There’s no way that they would dry by the morning. His mother would find out they're wet and then it's diapers on his furry bottom again. 'No, I'm not a baby; I didn't wet the bed!', he thought to himself. He really didn't want to be diapered again after going this long having dry nights. Maybe there was a way he could hide this...

He walked back into his room with his onesie still off and dragging along the floor. Thankfully, his mother was still sleeping soundly. After fully taking off his onesie, he looked around his room for a hiding place for his wet underwear. He needs somewhere where he knows his mother won’t check. His dresser? Under his bed? His toy chest? Then he noticed his closet, realizing that there were places in it she wouldn't normally check. He opened the closet door. It was still pretty packed as it was full of his stuff from when his family recently moved here. There was a little small gap he could crawl through, and in there was a box filled with old dolls and baby toys of his. This only reminded him of his baby years, which didn't amuse him in his current situation, but he remembered his parents wanted to keep them in case they 'tried for another.' He was unsure what that phrase meant.

He then took off his underwear, making the little skunk completely naked now. Just before he stuffed his underwear into the box, he took another look at his underwear. They were white, well, used to be white, but they had a yellowish wetness on them and had older, similar stains on it. Curiously, he sniffs at it with his very tolerant skunk nose. “Hmm… smells like piss…,” he thought to himself; though he was not grossed out, bothered, or turned away by the scent. Still, he had to hide this from his mother. "Sorry dollies, but I have to hide these there. I hope you won't get too mad~," he said as he stuffed his wet underwear deep into the box covering it with the dolls. Then the naked skunk crawls out of the closet. “Hope mama doesn't find out…,” he thought to himself as he checks for another pair of underwear to wear. Thankfully, they were all the same color and type of underwear.

He picks a random pair, puts his onesie back on, then climbs into his bed once again. He felt a deep sense of safety about sleeping for the rest of the night now. Grasping his rabbit doll snuggily within his arm, he lulled himself to a deep sleep for the remainder of the night.