It was another day at Mornwood Elementary; it was lunch time, or near the end of it. Victor, an 11-year-old Growlithe in 5th grade, was drinking his second carton of berry juice, spending a tiny bit of his Fire Stone money, but he was really thirsty. He spends a bit of time with his younger 9-year-old Houndour brother, Bonead, who was in the 4th grade. During recess, they decide not to get into any trouble today as they know Mr. Chomp, the war-torn Garchomp assistant principal, was on the prowl.

"Aw, come on Vic, the Cubone is right over there just waiting for us~", said the impatient Houndour. Victor shakes his head, "Nah, Mr. Chomp is keeping a close eye on us this time; if we do anything, he'll have our asses for sure. So, we're gonna disappoint him by doing nothing." Bonead just sighs and stands there with Victor, "But this is boring though." Suddenly he felt a drip, tap on his skull, and another. "Ah, dammit it's starting to rain." Just as recess comes to an end, the rain picks up, and everyone just hurries inside to their respected classes.

Speaking of boredom, it was reading class next for Victor; but even worse is the teacher, a Herdier named Dier, had nothing assigned. So, he just made it another day for students to study for an upcoming test at the end of the week. Victor just yawns as he couldn't really care less. In fact, he was so bored that he ended up laying his head on his books. The classroom was mostly quiet, aside from the tapping of the rain from the window Victor was sitting next to.

His eyes grew heavy from hearing the rain. The Growlithe didn't really get much sleep last night. He never really does because he normally has to help his younger brothers get ready for school; and sometimes needs to wash out either or both of their wet pissy sleeping bag(s) and clothes. He yawns again, feeling tired, seeing that there's nothing to do, he decides to take a nap. It's not like Dier would care; he's too busy with paperwork anyway. Slowly the Growlithe's eyes grow heavy as he quickly dozes off.

He wakes up and finds himself no longer in his classroom. He was in a supermarket, which the atmosphere of it seemed very familiar to him, though everyone was just standing in place for some reason. Also, he felt quite a bit younger than usual. After a few steps, he suddenly felt an urge to pee, but he didn't know where the restrooms were. He ran around everywhere, looking for them, whimpering. He then started asking people where they were, but they wouldn't respond. Eventually he asked an employee, who said in a familiar voice that the restrooms were on the other end of the store.

He ran as fast as his little legs could take him; his bladder getting more and more urgent as he got closer. When he finally gets there, what he sees next causes him to whine loudly, a sign that says ‘Bathrooms Closed for Repair! Sorry for any inconvenience!’ The poor pup collapses to his knees and then his bladder gives up. *pssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* A warm wet fuzzy feeling grows within the crotch of his pants, with a bunch of onlookers watching and berating him like he was a baby, though they sounded younger than they looked...

Then something clicked in, this is the same thing that happened to him before. So that means...Suddenly the Growlithe wakes up. He glanced at the clock and noticed it was near the end of class, then quickly noticed there were eyes of other students on him, snickering. Then reality finally hits him like a ton of bricks as he felt a dreaded damp feeling around his crotch, bottom, and legs with his paw. He looked down and noticed that he peed in his sleep.

Suddenly a wave of emotions of embarrassment, guilt, and shame hit him, making his eyes well up, which caused the pup to do what any pup his age would do, which was to start crying his eyes out. And that's when all the other students started to laugh and hound at Victor. "Haha, baby Victor still wets the bed!" "Did ya forget your diaper at home?" "Victor? More like...umm...loser!" Dier sighs thinking, "Really another one?" He then tries to silence the class, "Quiet everyone, or it's extra homework tonight!" This immediately keeps the class quiet. "Victor, please head straight to the nurse's office."

Victor wipes his eyes, sniffling, as he gets up, and heads there. The large Blissey nurse cleans him up a bit and decides to dismiss him early. Just as he heads out of the nurse’s office, the bell rings, which causes all the students to leave, making his heart sink. Almost immediately Bonead shows up, "Hey Victor, what are you...oh." He notices that his older brother had pissed himself quite bad, "Um...what happened?" Victor didn't want to say anything, he was too embarrassed. Bonead just simply hugs his brother, "Are you heading home? Because I'll head home with you too, if it'd make you feel better."

Victor shakes his head, his eyes welling up again, "Y-you still have school you have to finish, don't worry about me." Bonead replies, "I don't care, I wanna be there for you, like you are for me. Besides, I don't give a shit about math anyway." As much as Victor opposed the notion of Bonead skipping like two classes, he felt happy by his younger brother's presence, "Okay..." They both walk together out of the school together.

As they walked, Victor was still quite embarrassed and getting over the shock of what happened. Bonead was still quite curious, "So what happened bubby? Did Dier keep you from using the restroom again? Couldn't hold it anymore?" Victor blushes and shakes his head, "No, it's not that... I... fell asleep and..." Bonead eyes widened as he knew where he was letting on, "Wait, you peed in your sleep? I thought only Fang and I did that." He hesitates at first, but then Victor shakes his head and blushes harder and confesses, "Um...I still sometimes wake up a little wet...well...maybe more than a little. I just don't tell you and especially the twerp that."

Bonead acts surprised hearing that, he then holds his brother close, "Well now I know~" Bonead notices his brother was quite embarrassed; he tries to comfort him a bit, "I don't think you did anything wrong; accidents happen. Besides I do it too, and you're not that older than me~" Victor felt a bit better hearing that. After a long walk, they finally arrive home; the first thing Victor does is strip and wash his clothes. Just as he heads off to the bath, Bonead follows behind him.

The Houndour’s tail was wagging in excitement, acting like a little child, "Can I help give bubby a bath?" The Growlithe smiles, "Of course~" He then fills up the old worn-out tub with bubbly soapy water, and flops right in. The Houndour gets a sponge and soap and starts scrubbing areas around the Growlithe’s body that needed cleaning. The older pup was clearly enjoying it. "Hmm, you know, I kinda need a bath too. I think I'll join ya bubby~" Just as he was about to take off his pants, he gets an idea, "But first..."

Bonead then lifts his leg in the air, *psssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhh*, the Houndour was flooding his pants right here in the bathroom, making a puddle on floor. Victor's eyes widened and blushed at what his brother was doing, "Wait, you're actually pissing yourself? Why?" Bonead licks Victor on the cheek, "Big bubby still wets his pants, I wanna wet my pants like him~" Victor was quite confused, "I don't wet myself that much Bonehead, but...if you wanna be like me that's fine~", he says smiling, patting him on the head.

Bonead undresses and joins right in the tub with him. They both scrub each other down. Making sure they were nice and clean. Then the Growlithe starts to gently clean off the Houndour's little skull on his head. "There, nice and clean~". They both get out of the tub and dry off, by both shaking their bodies and using a towel. Victor picks up Bonead's wet clothing and leaves the bathroom, "I'll wash these too, but if you make this a habit, you're washing them yourself~" Bonead chuckles for a bit, then stops, "Wait really?"

Victor heads over to the wash bucket and finishes washing clothes; then he notices Bonead crawling into his sleeping bag, "Wait what are you doing?" Bonead sniffs, if he was a cat, he probably would purr from the familiar bedwetting smell. "It smells funny in here, when was the last time you washed your bag?" Victor wondered that too, "I forgot, I never washed it because I didn't want you or Fang to find out that I still wet the bed." Bonead smiles, crawling out of the bag, and then carrying it. "I'll wash it for ya bubby~"

"Oh, that's awfully kind of you. But...what if Fang finds out?" says the Growlithe. Bonead just laughs, "Look, me and Fang already had doubts about you not wetting the bed, I don't think he'd care if he found out~" Victor blushes, "Oh...was I that bad at hiding it?" Bonead smirks, "We notice you always wash your clothes before ours, and you kinda...smell like us too~"

THE END