It is midday in the town of Runsdown, the end of another school week. Classes were already dismissed at Mornwood Elementary, however there were two naughty brothers who were there for an hour later in after school detention, after de-pantsing a 3rd grader Cubone and getting him to pee all over the floor in the school hallway. The two were a 4th grade Houndour named Bonead, and a 5th grade Growlithe named Victor. Finally, their hour of punishment was up, and they left the building.

"Man, Mr. Chomp can be a real major pain at times...,” said Victor. Bonead nods, "I agree, that Cubone would've pissed his pants for sure if I didn't help." Victor grinned, "He was already pissing his pants, before you decided to 'help' him~" Bonead giggles just a bit, then holds his crotch, "Yeah...I think you teased him a little too much..." They continue to talk about the Cubone they always picked on, as they finally head home.

"That was also a lot of piss he did all over the hallway, I bet the janitor was pissed...," says Victor. Bonead holds his crotch tighter as he keeps hearing that word, "Okay, can we please stop talking about piss?" Victor was a little surprised at this outburst, he looked and noticed the Houndour holding his crotch with a paw. "Wait, you still haven't peed yet Bonehead?", says Victor. Bonead shakes his head, "Don't you remember, Dier wouldn't let me. And I kinda forgot to go when we left..."

Victor smiles and chuckles a bit, "Think you can make it little bro?" Bonead tone changes after hearing 'little bro', "I'm not baby Fang. Of course I'll make it!" Victor shrugs, he notices Bonead holding his crotch with both paws now. From past experience, the last time he's seen him like this was when he was Fang's age, which ended badly for him, but that was a few years ago. He was pretty certain his brother could hold it better now. They kept walking, which seemed a bit slower than usual. Victor grins deciding to have a little fun, "Just don't think about it, don't think about how good it would be to use a toilet right now."

Bonead whines, "Stop Vic." Victor smirks, "What, I'm just telling you to not think about peeing." However, this only gets the bonehead to actually think about it; he starts to whimper, "P-please bro, stop." Victor keeps at it, "Hmm, why should I stop telling you not to think about pissing?" **pssssh** Bonead's little member squirts a bit, causing him to gasp. His eyes start to well up and whimpers more, looking pathetic like Fang, causing him to plead like him too, "Please...bubby...I'm about to wet my pants..." Saying that causes Bonead to blush hard. Victor was quite surprised hearing that, Bonead looked and sounded cute to him when he said it, that he couldn't help but stop.

"Okay I'll leave you alone little bro," says Victor. He then notices a tiny wet spot on the front of Bonead's patchwork pants; this causes Victor to be a bit apologetic. "Oh...I'm sorry Bonehead...I didn't know you needed to go that bad..." Bonead, who was still holding himself still with both paws, "It's fine...it's only a little..." Victor looks a bit concerned, "If anything happens, I won't make fun of you, I swear." Bonead blushes at the thought of it and huffs, "Nothing will happen!" he adds with a mumble, "...I hope."

Bonead manages to get ahold of himself to where it didn't feel as bad anymore, giving him much better hopes of making it. At least until they finally arrive at the Market District, and the first thing that they see is the large fountain in front of it. This gets Bonead's bladder to want to empty itself so badly, that he starts to cry. Victor notices his poor brother's predicament; he couldn't help but feel responsible for it. He thought of perhaps getting him to use the toilets in one of the stores, but you have to be a paying customer to use them.

But the thing is, he does have money on him, almost enough to buy that Fire Stone he's been wanting. Still, he didn't want to waste his money; it took him a while to save up that much, but he knew his little bro had to go bad. Victor decides to just simply comfort his brother, try to get on his good side, "It's okay little bro. Tell ya what, if you wet your pants, I'll polish your skull for a week...no for a month. Does that sound fair?" Bonead's ears perked as he heard that, the skull was a very precious part of his body, he really likes to keep it clean and shiny, and he only really trusts his bro to do that for him.

But still, his brother was pretty much telling him to wet himself for this. All those people around him, it was going to be embarrassing no matter what he did. Bonead starts sniffling as he collapses to the ground, and his bladder finally decides for him. **psssssssssssssssshhhhhh** He sighs in relief, as the front of his patchworked pants quickly grows completely soaked, it cascades down his pant legs. There were onlookers watching this occurring, "Is this boy peeing himself?" "Ew, disgusting." "Hey, don't be mean; kid probably can't help it." This was so embarrassing for the poor little pup.

When he finishes, he gets up. Tears of shame wetted the pup's eyes as he held his older brother for protection, "P-please...take me home bubby..." He starts crying on his shoulder, something that wasn't too uncommon during their younger years, now it's usually Fang that does it. Victor pats his back, "There, there, accidents happen little bro. Let's get ya home, don't worry, I'll try to keep ya away from the twerp." Bonead nods, sniffling, as he walks home with his bro close behind him.

They both continue their walk home, finally out of the market district. Bonead was quiet during most of the walk, besides him sniffling a bit. Victor was quite surprised that Bonead actually pissed himself, well maybe not too surprised since he still wets the bed, but so does Fang. When they finally arrive home, Bonead quickly strips, throwing his wet clothes on the floor. Thankfully there was no sign of Fang anywhere. Victor says looking around, "I don't see him around, alright get your bath, I'll just go and..." Suddenly Bonead interrupts him, "Hey hey! Where do you think you're going? You’re supposed to polish my skull~"

He was right; he promised him that he’d do as such, and Victor was true to his word, well for his brothers at least. "Alright." After the tub gets filled, the Houndour takes a dip, not doing anything with his cute naked body just sitting in the tub. "Hey, I'm only going to clean your skull; I’m not going to wash you too..." Bonead then gives him a cute look and says, "Please, bubby?" Victor couldn't resist, he was quite soft when it came to taking good care of his younger brothers, especially his boneheaded brother.

He gets a sponge and soap and starts scrubbing his furry legs and crotch with it, cleaning him up. After cleaning various parts of his body, he then finally works on the skull. Being EXTRA gentle with it, knowing that Bonead would never forgive him if he were to ever so much as scratch it, he gently scrubs it with the soapy sponge and water, rinsing afterward. Once it was nice and shiny, he smiled, "Okay it's clean." Bonead gets out and dries, putting on some garments.

They both head out. Just as Victor was about to wash Bonead's clothes, he notices his pants were missing, "Hey, where's your..." Suddenly there was a cough that interrupted him, both brothers turn around, and they see Fang, their youngest Poochyena brother, and he was carrying Bonead's wet pants smirking, "Looking for these?" Bonead's face turns red in both embarrassment and anger. "Who's the baby now?" says Fang chuckling. "You are so dead...," says the Houndour. Fang runs off laughing with the pants, "Can't catch me!" as Bonead chases after him.

THE END