Another school day has come and passed for Mornwood and all the students have already long gone home. However this story isn't about them, it’s about a 2nd grade student who stayed after. While he was a bit of a troublemaker at school, this wasn't the reason why he was there this time; he was doing a little extra curricular activity at school. But once he finished his activities, it was time for him to finally leave and start his long walk home. The student in particular was a Poochyena, who just turned seven a few days ago, named Fang; he was the youngest of the three brothers of the Wolffe family.

He was wearing some clothing that's seen better days. He and his brothers were not as fortunate as most students that could afford enough clothing to wear throughout the week. His oldest bro does seem to bring home some new articles of clothing from time to time, but he doesn't say where he got them from and they’re usually far too big to wear. The clothing they usually wear is patchworked. The second older brother, though rather dim-witted, was rather skillful at sewing and patching up clothes. Funnily enough, students think they're trying to look hip with these patchwork clothes.

The little pup had a long walk home. During the walk, it seemed that something was bothering him. He groans, "Ugh, why didn't I go at school?" The little poochy had to use the bathroom, and no it wasn't pee. He thought about turning around to head back, but he knows that they lock up after all the students leave, so it'd be a waste of time. Instead he just focuses on the walk home, hoping he can hold it ‘til he gets home. He knew it was going to be a rather painful walk home.

He arrived at the market district, where it was quite active as usual. His path home was straight through it. He prayed that he could hang on and not embarrass himself... again. He looked around and there were shops and market stands all over the plaza. He recalled that one of his brothers wanted to buy a fire stone here, if he could ever afford it. The buildings certainly had toilets, but would only allow paying customers to use them; and he certainly didn't have any money on him. Thinking about toilets starts to make him whimper. Suddenly, a strong amount of pressure causes the little pup to pass some gas, making his urgency become very strong. The mess tried to force itself out, and he couldn't help but sit down.

*frrrrt~* A passage of gas exiles from the Poochyena’s rear end. A bit of mess ends up forcing itself out. The back of his undies bulge out a tiny bit. The poop left street marks on his undies. Fang blushes in embarrassment, hoping no one saw him. He can feel the waste in his butt cheeks. It feels warm and moist down there near his ass. “No! I can’t give up now!” says Fang in a panic. A couple of Pokemon stare their eyes at the poor, fearful Poochyena. The ‘mons have no idea why the poor cub is in shock.

"Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go...," he says to himself sitting on the ground, *squish*, trying to hold the rest back. He knew there were eyes watching him. He whines and blushes, knowing that everyone would see him crap his pants if he decided to let it all go (it wouldn't be the only time though). The pressure finally dies down. He gets up and it looks like he can finally continue walking, walking past a few onlookers who might've caught a scent of what he did but said nothing of his situation. He leaves the market district and reaches the docks; his home is just beyond them. He keeps walking and walking, as the pain builds up even worse, becoming more unsure if he is going to make it.

No, he HAD to make it. He's seven years old now, and he had to prove that he was a big kid, and big kids don't have acciden... oh... he knew after that little scene he made at the market, it was already a little too late for that. He noticed there was no one around, giving him bad ideas to just let it out here. He shook his head and sat down, "Ugh, no... I'm close, just need to hold it a little more. Besides... can't ruin another pair of pants... I hope I didn't ruin these already..." He couldn't really check to find out, besides him kinda smelling a bit; but with his home just a few minutes away, he got back up and continued his painful walk.

Fang manages to get past the docks and arrives at a wide shack. It had a single door with a lock on it and a large body of water behind it; this was his home. As soon as he approached the door, his bottom felt a strong sense of urgency, he had to go NOW. He tried to open the door, but of course it’s locked. He starts crying, banging on the door, "OPEN PLEASE! Ah... fuck!" Just before the door opens, the poor little pups squats, about to finish soiling his pants. An eleven year old Growlithe named Victor, the oldest brother, opens the door, seeing his little bro squatting there.

The Growlithe says, "Oh hey runt, what are you... wait! Are you...?" The poochy only responds with a tearful nod, feeling it starting to come out. Victor grins and shouts, "Hey Bonehead, come here quick, Fang's about to crap his pants!" Quickly a nine year old Houndour by the name of Bonead shows up. He wasn't really the brightest of the three, given his nickname. Fang blushed hard and closed his eyes as his brothers were watching. He knew they were going to ride him for a while because of this, but he knew there was no turning back, he had to...

*SPLOOUCHH~*

It finally happened. The poochy's poor rear finally lets loose its warm mess into the rear of his pants, causing them to sag. "A-ahhh...~," Fang sighs. It felt much better to him, but his undies and pants were now a total mess. His brothers just watched, being quite entertained by seeing their little bro's plight. Strangely they weren't laughing at him yet, though they were snickering. The pup finally seems to be finished, breathing heavily. The smell is quite strong and stung all of their sensitive noses.

Finally the older brothers start to laugh at and berate him, "Should've kept wearing that cloth diaper I stole..." "Haha! Poochyena? More like POOyena!" "...that's another pair of pants you ruined, you don't have many to ruin bud." Hearing all of this becomes too much for the little poochy, he sits down, **squish**, and starts to sniffle, and then begins to sob out loud. "Hehe, crybaby now needs a change!", says the Houndour. The Growlithe looks at his miserable little brother. He then sighs, "Alright that's enough Bonehead, let's take care of the little runt."

"Okay...," said Bonehead, who noticed Victor picking up the poor sniffling pup. "Ah, don't cry anymore bud, we'll get ya cleaned up," says Victor. Finally it clicked in Houndour’s head, "Wait wait...what do you mean 'we'?", says the Houndour. This makes the Growlithe frown upon hearing it, "WE are going to help our little bro, just like I help YOU. I'm going to give the little twerp a bath, while YOU go and wash out his pants and sew in a new patch of cloth where the stain is, because we can't afford anymore clothes."

Victor stares at Bonead, who knew that he was serious. "Besides, I don't want him to stink up the home. Thankfully it happened out here this time...," says the Growlithe as he walks him to the tub after removing his pants and undies for the Houndour to clean up. After the tub was filled, Fang stands it in as his brother helps clean him, "I-I'm sorry bubby, I tried to hold it." Victor sighs, washing the pup's behind with soapy water, "Yeah I know. Still you do have that diaper..." he thinks for a bit and smiles, "...there's nothing wrong with wearing it you know, it probably would've saved your pair of pants."

Fang blushes harder, "But it's embarrassing, I'm supposed to be a big kid, not a baby." Victor grins, "But big kids don't crap their pants... especially like three times in the same month." Fang whines, "No fair, I was sick those last two times..." Victor then smirks, "And that time at the market the month before?" Fang grumbles. Victor continues washing, "Plus I don't think big kids wet the bed still..." Fang's voice raises, "But Bonead still does it too sometimes!" Victor thinks, "Oh yeah... but he's still younger than me." Fang frowns, "You used to also."

"Yeah, but I grew out of it...", says the Growlithe, thinking to himself, "...hopefully" after saying it. He then adds, "Besides I promise I won't make fun of you if you choose to wear the diaper..." The Poochyena was unsure of himself, though he was finally cleaned up. Victor smiles, "Alright little runt, you're all cleaned up now." He picks him out from the tub and dries him off. He heads to the basket and pulls out a pair of undies and another garment which were a similar color but were much thicker. "So which is it gonna be bud?" Fang looks at both his choices, he then sighs, "Just put it on..." Victor tilts his head, "Put on what?" Fang blushes and then says, "The diaper, I... rather be more careful..."

"Smart choice...," says Victor as he puts the cloth diaper on Fang. Victor grins, "They fit ya perfectly; and I think they look good on ya too." Fang blushes, "Sh-shut up." Victor chuckles a bit, petting his little bro on the head and giving him another pair of pants to wear. Victor says "Come on, let's go check up on Bonehead." They head outside, where the Houndour was still washing Fang's pants in the wash bucket. He wasn't too thrilled, as he knows that after they dry he'll have to hide the stain by patching some cloth over it.

Victor whispers something in the Bonehead's ear, which seems to brighten up his mood. Fang was curious about what he told him, and just as they turned away, the Houndour shouted something that made his heart sink. "Hey let me know when baby wants me to make him a new diaper," he says laughing after, making the poor poochy blush hard.