“Alright, can I expect you three to be good little pups while I’m gone?” “Yeah!” “You bet!” *Nervous nodding.* The adorable little anthro puppies wagged their tails in anticipation of the day ahead. It wasn’t often that the Rottweiler rascals would get the house to themselves for a whole day. Normally, their owner (who they affectionately referred to as “dad”) would only leave them for an hour or two at a time. Now, they were not only going to be on their own for longer than usual, but they had also been entrusted with a special task. “Good. I don’t want this place getting messy, even if you clean it up before I’m back. I’m sure you remember that Mrs. Robinson will be stopping by to drop off her famous cheesecake, and I’ll be calling her to make sure you guys are treating the place *responsibly*.” Dad’s warnings did not fall lightly on the pups; they loved and respected him, and they didn’t want to make him upset with anything they did. Well, that and they didn’t want to get grounded. “We understand,” they said in unison this time, like they had done many times before. “Good. I’ll be leaving then,” he let them know. “And Jace?” “Yes?” the most obedient pup of the three replied. “Make sure Jake doesn’t do anything stupid.” Dad stepped out, closed the door behind him, and was soon driving away in his car. “Why’d he have to say that last part?” Jake seemed a little down about being called out. “I dunno, maybe it was the pee smell from the houseplant you “watered” last time he left us alone,” Jack offered sarcastically. “Hey! I had to go, dude! You were on the toilet and the sink was full of dirty dishes we forgot to do. Did it look like I had much of a choice?” Jake defended himself. His brothers rolled their eyes and just chose to move onto doing something more fun. “Well…what do you guys wanna do?” Jace posed the million dollar question. “Hmm…” his brothers thought of how best to use their special time as the big dogs—er, pups—of the house. “Well, I think we should start with video games. Dad always gets upset when he sees us playing for hours, but if we do it now, he’ll never know!” Jake suggested. “That sounds fun!” said Jack. “And then when he comes back, we can play even more and pretend like we just started!” Jake added. “A-Are you sure? He might, like…feel the heat coming from the console or something…” Jace worried out loud. “Jace…..what?” “Dude, I don’t think he would ever check that,” Jack assured him. “Okay, okay! I’m just saying…” he whined. “You guys turn it on. I’m gonna go get us some soda,” Jake decided and scurried off to the kitchen. Now, anybody who’s been around pups when caffeine is added to the mix could tell you that things don’t exactly turn out well. Or at least, things don’t turn out orderly. So, when Jake returned with the fun-juice, things started to get high-energy. All three of the pups took turns chugging from the giant two-liter bottle, of which they had another waiting for them in the fridge. Before they knew it, the trio had blown a full hour kicking each other off the map in Super Smash Brothers, and the first bottle was totally empty. “This soda’s good!” Jack said, reaching for another sip without looking. When he picked up the empty bottle, however, he realized they needed more. “Jace, you lost the last match, so you’ve gotta get us more soda.” “Awww man, really?” he whined. “Hurry! You’ve gotta get back before we start the next round!” Jace sprung up from his seat and ran over to the kitchen, though as he took his bounding pawsteps, he realized he was feeling a slight discomfort…down there. Through all of the drinking, he (and likely his brothers as well) had been filling up his bladder much more quickly than he was gonna have space for. He would’ve been happy to take care of this urge had Jack not threatened to start the next round without him, so instead of doing the smart thing and taking a quick potty break, he grabbed another two-liter and ran back to the living room. “Back! You didn’t start again, right?” he nervously made sure. “You got back right in time,” said Jake. “And I get first sip because I just three-stocked Jack.” “Did not! I SD’d because I chose the wrong controls!” “That’s what he wants you to think,” Jake whispered to Jace, and Jace couldn’t help but giggle. “Shut UP! Seriously dude, I’m gonna, uh…I’ll pee on you if you lie again, take it back!” Jack got especially defensive about his Smash skills. “Please, you’d pee the bed way before you’d have the balls to pee on me,” Jake teased his brother. “It doesn’t look like they’d hold much pee, either.” “They hold more than yours do, idiot! You sure you wanna say I won’t do it? ‘Cause I WILL!” Jack dropped his controller and stood up on the couch over his brother, straddling him and lining up his crotch with his brother’s muzzle. For any normally dressed cub, this wouldn’t have been much of an issue, but the rottie trio was far from normally dressed. In fact, all three of them were naked as the day they were born. So when Jack shoved his crotch in Jake’s face, he was *actually shoving it* in his face. And not only that, but he took things further by grabbing onto his tender little worm and aiming it at his brother’s muzzle. “Jack, what are you doing?!?!?” Jake started to freak out. He was totally blocking his view of the screen. “Getting ready to mark my territory,” he joked, though his body started to take his words seriously and he could suddenly feel some urine traveling up his short shaft. A small squirt of warm pee emerged from Jack’s tip and landed on Jake’s muzzle. “BLEGH! JACK WHAT THE FRICK?!” Jake spat air out of his mouth to keep Jack’s sudden emission from getting in. “Hahahaha! Sorry, I didn’t mean to actually—“ “—JACK! You almost g-got it on the couch!” Jace was quick to inform him, already double checking that there wasn’t a stain they’d have to clean up. “That’s okay, Jake’ll lick it up!” he jested. Though, that might’ve pushed his brother a little too far, as instead of getting back to the game, he upright tackled Jack off of the couch and onto the floor. “I’ll make you pay! No one pees on me and gets away with it,” he rolled Jack over and worked to pin his arms and limit his movement. “Especially not my face!” “Jace, help! Get him off of me!” Jack cried, though Jace was hesitant. “I dunno, I-I don’t wanna get peed on,” he said, the subject reminding him to cross his legs and rest his paws on his swelling bladder. Jack wasn’t expecting to get tackled like that, so Jake tried to use it to his advantage. Firmly pinning him against the ground, Jake turned his body around and aimed his bare puppy butt over his brother’s face. His docked tail smacked Jack a couple times in the forehead, but what was worse was Jake lowering his rear right into his brother’s muzzle. Having a sensitive nose was good for many things, though it wasn’t exactly ideal for a situation like this. “*Gaaahhgh!*” Jace and Jake heard a muffled scream, and the latter was feeling awfully proud of himself, still holding his struggling brother’s paws to the floor. He was successfully getting Jack’s muzzle lodged between his soft, thinly-furred cheeks, and that was only the beginning. “Hold on, I think I feel a fart coming on!” Jack heard his brother say the words he was fearing the most. “NooOOO!” Out came another muffled scream from Jack, who started flailing and kicking to get himself free. Though it seemed futile because Jake had focused his energy on pushing out his gas instead of holding his brother down, Jack managed to push Jake and his stinky butt off of his body and onto the ottoman, just in time to watch him… *FrrAPT!* Jake’s tail was still flagged, so both Jack and Jace got a full view of his pink tailhole sputtering out the warm air. They had of course mooned each other and seen each other’s more intimate parts before, but there was something that felt especially naughty about seeing what the parts were meant to do. And smelling it. “Holy balls! That could’ve been on my face, dude!” he still sounded upset about having just been sat on by Jake’s naked butt. “It *should’ve* been on your face,” Jake retorted. “I still can’t believe you squirted pee on me!” “I said I didn’t mean to actually let any loose! I just…gotta go,” Jack continued to try to cover for his butt, or rather his bladder. “Same here!” Jace chimed in. “I mean, not about peeing on you, ‘cause I didn’t.” His brothers gave him blank, almost annoyed looks. “I’ve gotta uh, pee too.” “Yeah, we’ve been chugging this soda non-stop since dad left for the day,” Jake also transitioned his paws from his sides to his crotch. He knew he looked like a little puppy trying not to pee his pants (or well, his fur), but he and his brothers basically had an unspoken agreement not to make fun of each other for potty dances. Although, this really only applied when all three needed to go; they were happy to be able to tease each other when it was just one of them nearly bursting. “W-We could have whoever needs to go the most go to the bathroom first!” Jace suggested, his desperation getting more obvious. Jake of course immediately saw the opportunity to make things a little more competitive. “Or I can just go in first and take a reeeeally long time. I wonder how long you’d last…” he said. “Nonono, I’m definitely going first,” Jack said sternly. “When that squirt came out, my body thought it’d get to drain the whole balloon.” “You’re such a wimp. Seriously, only babies pee like you did, even if it was just a prank,” Jake tried to get him riled up. “Yeah, well this baby’s gonna pee on you again if you even think about locking yourself in there,” Jack shot back. “Jeez, just go in the sink! It’s not like it’s a number two, it won’t smell…that bad,” said Jake. “No way,” said Jace. “The last time we tried that, dad said the sink smelled like pee and we got spankings.” “That’s because you got some on the counter, stupid! Whatever, I’m definitely going first,” Jack decided, turning to run towards his sanctuary of relief. Only, he suddenly felt himself getting pulled by the scruff of his neck. “No way, I’ve gotta wash this pee outta my fur,” Jake whined. The boys looked about ready to tackle each other. “No, I’VE gotta go. I’ve been holding it since last night, seriously!” Jace, somewhat out of character due to his desperation, made the bold move to dash between his brothers and aim for the hallway where his destination was. The thing is, his brothers were ready to pounce, and pounce they did. Just… not on each other. Poor Jace could almost see his short life flashing before his eyes as both of his brothers brought him down to the hardwood floor. He scrambled to kick their paws from his ankles but they retaliated by lunging forward and engaging in even more roughhousing. The couch got kicked, the rug got folded over itself, and soon enough, the boys’ flailing paws got into contact with something a little more…consequential. **CRSH!** The sound of ceramic breaking rang in the boys’ hyper-sensitive ears like a gunshot. This…this was *bad*. “JACK!” Jace started playing the blame game before his brothers could beat him to it. “Was that the vase?!” “It wasn’t me! Jake was the one who kicked the table!” Jack defended himself. “No, that was Jace! Oh god, it’s probably in a million pieces. Dad’s gonna be piiiissed…” worried Jake. All three of the boys reluctantly turned their heads to assess the damage, and none of them had expected what lay before them. “WOAH!” Jake was the first to exclaim. “It’s only in like…three pieces?” “Looks more like four to me, but yeah, it’s not that bad! Looks like your punishment won’t be *that* harsh, Jake,” his brother teased. “*My* punishment?” the accused sounded quite offended. “H-Hold on…I think we can glue it back together,” Jace suggested, hoping they could cover this up and all avoid red butts. “Hey, that’s a good idea! Do you know where the super glue is?” he asked his more craft-oriented brother. “It should be in the junk drawer right there, actually,” said Jace. He stepped over to a different table situated against the wall and pulled out the drawer on the left, and just as he suspected, a half-full tube of super glue sat inside, just begging to be used for a situation exactly like this. “Got it!” It was amazing what kind of teamwork could come from three seemingly competitive pups when potentially all of their butts were on the line. “Okay, I’m gonna hold it here,” said Jace, very determined to make it look as if the vase had never been broken. He grabbed the base and prepared the first giant piece to be reattached. Jack took the tube of superglue and worked with his brother to get it applied and hold the piece in place. It only took about thirty seconds before the glue dried and they were making progress. Jace and Jack were doing most of the work, with Jake sitting on the sidelines and thinking up what kind of excuses they could make if their dad noticed the cracks in the foundation. Although, while he was thinking, another idea suddenly popped into his devious mind. *Hmmm…this superglue could make for some fun,* he thought. And who better to target than the puppy who had just sprung a leak on his muzzle? As his devious gears turned, he suddenly got the perfect plan to give his brother a lot of trouble these next couple hours, possibly longer. He was going to wait until the vase was fully reassembled, which seemed to be very soon by the looks of how it was going, and then he’d set his evil plan into motion. Jack set the tube of super glue down for a moment to help glue in the very last piece, and Jake slyly snatched it before applying it to both of his paws. He could feel it begin to dry already, so he needed to act fast. It looked like the last piece was holding itself in place just fine; the boys were successful! So, Jake decided it was the perfect time to ‘celebrate’. Nice job, Jack! Double five!” He raised his paws up, though Jack still seemed to be making sure everything wasn’t going to fall apart. In those few seconds, Jake felt himself get especially nervous. The glue was gonna dry before he got a chance to trap him! “Yeah, double five!” Jace, feeling relieved, decided to sub in for his busy brother. What the poor pup didn’t know, however, was that he was going to fall paws-first into a trap not even intended for him. **CLAP!** Suddenly, Jake’s paws had met the unsuspecting Jace’s, and things were officially set into motion. Or rather, they were set firmly in place. Jace, out of habit, had left his paws up against Jake’s for a second or two, only when he went to pull them back, he was met with resistance. “JACE! I said JACK give me double five, not you!!” Jake gave a little pull on his paws as well, though the super glue already seemed to be working…really well. “What the heck?” Jace exclaimed, the feeling of concern starting to well up in his chest. “Jake, what did you do?!” “It was *supposed* to be Jack,” he excused himself. “Is this…the glue?!” Now Jace was really worried. “….yes….” Jake ashamedly admitted. Jack could only look on in shock as he realized what was happening, and he thanked the stars he was lucky enough to avoid the torturous fate planned for him. Jace and Jake tried to pull their paws apart again, though the glue had practically fused the two to each other. It was official: they were totally stuck. Jake thought that there was no way he could get more upset about the situation he had just forced himself into, that was until Jack started laughing. Hard. “Oh my GOD, hahahahahaha!!! I c-can’t believe you…HAAAhahahahaha!” Jack, in his wonderfully free state, felt allowed to tease away. “SHUT UP! Jace, how do you get this stuff off?!” Jake asked frantically. “With water?” “Uhh…no,” he said meekly. “We need, like, a special paste or something. Probably from a store. I don’t think we have any here…” “Oh my god. JACK! This is all YOUR fault!” Jake raised his voice and got to blaming his brother yet again. “And this is my fault HOW?!” “I only did this because you peed on me!” And like clockwork, when the subject of urine was brought up again, those pangs of pain returned in the quickly-filling balloon in not only his crotch, but Jace’s and Jack’s as well. Jake lowered his haunches a touch and pressed his thighs together, keeping his footpads spread out. He was about to bring his paws down there as well to ease the strain, but was reminded of the sticky pickle he had gotten himself into. “Wait a sec…how are we gonna…?” Jace brought up the emerging elephant in the room. However, before the boys had even a moment to consider just how they would go about relieving themselves, they heard a knock at the front door. **KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK** They gasped in unison. “CRAP! That’s Mrs. Robinson!” Jake whisper-shouted. “Well, I’d love to stick around, but that toilet is calling my name and I’ve gotta answer,” said Jack, already waltzing away. “Jack, what the frick?! We need someone to help us with the shorts!” Jake cried out, though Jack was already entering the bathroom and closing the door behind him. While the boys typically enjoyed the freedom of playing around in their birthday suits inside the house, when someone stopped by, their dad made sure to let them know that showing their privates and bare butts was quite impolite. So, they were always made to each don a pair of shorts before doing things like answering the door or playing outside. Only now, something as simple as slipping on a loose pair of shorts would prove to be very difficult. “Uhh…JUST A MINUTE!” Jake made his first order of business stalling Mrs. Robinson to buy them a minute or two. He needed to think of a good plan, but his ears were picking up a sound that was a little…distracting. Jack was of course relieving himself *very loudly* in order to get on his brothers’ nerves. First came the obnoxiously loud sigh, then the loud tinkling of a forceful stream hitting the toilet water. Jake rolled his eyes at the dramatization, though he found himself needing to hold back a giggle when he heard a short, pronounced fart echo from the bathroom. Back to the task at hand, he looked over to the basket where their dad had left a few emergency pairs for them to throw on quickly in cases like this. “Jace, we’ve gotta get our shorts on.” “How?” he asked, looking straight at their freshly-glued-together paws. “Follow me,” Jake thought on his feet and pulled Jace with him to step over to the basket. “Okay we’re gonna pick up a pair with my right paw and your right paw.” Jace looked confused. “Er…my right paw and your *left* paw,” Jake corrected himself before they were able to maneuver their limbs together and fish out one stretchy pair of sweat-shorts. “Okay, uh…now we just put them on the ground, and then I’ll step into them.” That part was easy enough, but they were starting to run out of time.” “Boys, are you okay in there?” Mrs. Robinson asked in a loud voice from outside. “Do I need to call your father?” “Shoot! Hurry, Jace!” Jake urged his worried brother on. “Okay, okay, I’m not the one who got us stuck like this!” He defended himself. “Not the time! Here, let’s move our paws down this way,” Jake turned his wrists outward with Jace’s, bent over, and managed to hook their paws into either side of the waistband. “Okay, now pull them up!” Thanks to their stretchiness, they were easy enough to move up, and it only took a little awkward shuffling to pretty much get them to cover his privates and butt. “I’m going to wait three seconds, and then I’m dialing your father!” the stern, motherly voice behind the front door reminded them. “COMING!” Jake shouted out. “C’mon, we’re going over.” “B-B-But…I don’t have any shorts on. Won’t she see my—?” “You’re gonna hide behind the door so she doesn’t see. Don’t worry, I’ll sweet-talk her,” his brother assured him. Jace wasn’t sure he fully believed in his brother’s plan, but he didn’t have much of a choice other than to follow along and hope for the best. They carefully sidestepped over to the front door and Jake whispered his instructions. “So, I’m gonna swing the door open, and you’re just gonna hide behind it, okay?” “Huh? Won’t your paws look…suspicious?” said Jace. “It’s okay! We’ll just say we’re, uh…playing a game!” he conjured an excuse. “Alright, it’s go time!” Jake swung the door and propped it with his right footpaw, turning his body as much as he could to face the woman in the doorway. “Hello, Mrs. Robinson!” He tried to be extra cheerful. “Hi there, Jake! I was worried something had happened to you three,” she said, holding onto her foil-wrapped cheesecake. “Where are your brothers? And what are you doing with your paws?” She tried to peer into the house, but Jake stopped her in her tracks. “Uhhh…umm, so Jack’s in the bathroom, and Jace is actually right here! Peek out and say hi, Jace!” Jace did as he was told and popped just his head out from behind the door. “Hi, Mrs. Robinson,” he said nervously. “We’re, uh, playing a game where we have to hold our paws together for as long as we can,” Jake quickly explained. “Jace! Why don’t you come out from back there and say hi?” she started seeming a little suspicious of the boys. “THAT—uh, that won’t be necessary, Mrs. Robinson,” Jake switched to a whisper. “Between you and me, he’s feeling extra shy because he peed the bed last night. He’s, um, worried you might’ve seen the sheets drying outside.” Jace kicked Jake’s ankle for that little remark, but it seemed to satiate Mrs. Robinson’s need for investigation. “Hmmm…alright, then. Well, I’ve brought the cheesecake over to thank your father for doing my lawn work. Where should I put it—?” She asked as she almost stepped inside again. “—I’ll take it, thank you!!” Jake cut her off abruptly, but when he pulled his paw toward himself to receive the cheesecake, he remembered just how restricted his capabilities were. “Or, uh…here!” Thinking on his feet again, he turned his rear end to her and stuck it out, flattening his lower back and sticking his tail out for support. “Just put it right there.” “Jake, are you sure that’s such a great idea?” Mrs. Robinson seemed a little annoyed. “I worked hard on this cheesecake, you know. I’m not going to bake another if you end up dropping it.” “No, no, really! It’s okay!” Jake assured her. *Wow, they’re really into this “hold each other’s paws” game,* she figured. Mrs. Robinson really didn’t want to upset the trio, not just because she felt out of place disciplining someone else’s young ones, but also because she had a slight, deep-seated fear of dogs. Backstory aside, she just chose to play along. “Alright, fine. But like I said, if it gets ruined, you’re the ones who’ll explain it to your father. “Deal!” he agreed, pushing his butt out a little more and shaking it back and forth to let her know he was ready. This positioning wasn’t the best for keeping his aching bladder under control, but it wouldn’t be much longer before he had some relief, he figured. Mrs. Robinson carefully leaned forward and placed the foil pan of cheesecake on the small of Jake’s back. She was happy to see that he was doing a great job of balancing it and consciously using his tail for support. But, this only made what happened next even more jarring for the kind neighbor of theirs. **fwip** Jake’s loose shorts fell swiftly to the ground, and his naked, short-furred butt was exposed in its full glory to Mrs. Robinson. And thanks to Jake holding his tail up to balance the cheesecake, she couldn’t have gotten a more clear view between his cheeks at the light pink star hiding within. Not to mention his cute little tight ballsack as well. “AAAYIE!!” She suddenly shrieked, and Jake, having felt his garments slip down around his ankles, knew exactly why. “Sorry!” he shouted a delayed apology, though she was already running back to her home and probably preparing to make a phone call. And so, Jake stood at the front door, stuck with balancing a cheesecake on his back and exposing his naked butt to anyone in the neighborhood that might’ve happened to be driving or walking by. The first thought that crossed his mind was to let his foot off of the door, but he was deathly afraid that he’d drop the cheesecake with that movement and get a stern punishment from dad. It was right at that moment that Jack finished up in the bathroom and came racing to the front door to see what all the commotion was about. “What happened out here?” he asked before arriving on the scene: Jake in a precarious position with a full pan of cheesecake on his back and his naked booty on display in the front door. Of course, Jace was also there, looking just as helpless as his attached brother. “JACK! We need your help! Pull my pants up and grab the cheesecake before anyone sees,” he begged, already hearing a car slow down as it drove by. They must’ve been getting quite the interesting view out there… “Hmmm… I dunno…” he teased Jake, seeing just how long he could keep him exposed to the outside world. “Jack, seriously!” Jace begged for his brother’s sake. “I’m gonna drop it and both of us’ll say it was your fault,” Jake threatened. “Yeah!” Jace joined in. “Alright, alright, I’m getting it!” Jack didn’t want things to escalate much further after what they had already been through, so he retrieved the cake but left his brother’s shorts around his ankles where he felt they belonged. Of course, this wasn’t much of a problem for Jake, who just let the door go after he had been relieved of his cake-balancing duty. He still felt quite embarrassed that his bare butt had been seen by at least a couple different people. Jack walked the cake into the kitchen and set it lovingly on the counter, though he got a little worried when he heard his brothers’ pawsteps shuffling in his direction. He saw them coming towards him, their steps mainly led by Jake, and barely had any time to react before his brother kicked his ankle and brought him to the ground. His arm made a hard thud against the tile floor, and the pain felt a lot harsher than when he’d just be roughhousing with his brothers. “OW!!! WHAT did you do THAT for?!?!” Jack cried out. “FOR LEAVING US back there,” said Jake, “and for peeing on my face, you frikkin’ dummy!!” “Jeez! I said I was sorry!!!” Things had been rather chaotic the whole morning. The cheesecake and vase were thankfully fine (well, mostly fine), but the pups’ feelings (and bodies) were sustaining some damage. Jack felt that Jake’s last move was especially low, though instead of lashing back out at him right that moment, he suppressed his rage and started to think of a smarter way to get back at his devious brother. And maybe also Jace, since he was assisting him. **BRIIING BRIIIING** Suddenly, the phone rang. And only one of the pups present had his digits available to maneuver the phone. “I’ll answer this, so now might be a good time for you guys to go and pee,” he said, picking up the device. “I’m not sure how you’re gonna do that, though,” he giggled. Jake was angry, but still determined to relieve his bladder of all the stress it had been under until that point. “C’mon, Jace, let’s go.” He shuffled with his brother out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bathroom, paws still firmly glued together. They could overhear Jack talking on the phone just a little bit. “Hey, dad!” “Crap, dad’s calling! Did Mrs. Robinson say anything to him?” Jake worried out loud. “I dunno…” Jace muttered worryingly. “Oh, really?” At that point, Jack brought the phone with him into another room and lowered his voice to the point where his brothers couldn’t hear him anymore. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it taken care of. Are you still getting home around 3? Okay, great. Love you!” He had successfully talked his dad out of coming home early despite the little stunt they pulled earlier, and his newly formed, devious plan was already beginning to hatch. His brothers were currently fiddling with the doorknob that they just couldn’t seem to turn for the life of them. “Come oooonn, it’s so close!” Jace whined, frustratedly swinging his paw and Jake’s around the handle. “Seriously, I’m gonna leak!” “Guys, guys!” Jack was already moving onto phase two. “Jack, open this door for us!” Jake demanded, hopping from paw to paw. His brother giggled at the sight, thankful that he took the opportunity to drain his bladder when he had it. “No way, Dad’s getting home, like, NOW!” he stepped into his role as ‘agent of chaos’ and lied to get them panicked. It worked like a charm. “WHAT?! B-B-But, we’re still stuck together!” Jace stammered. “And we haven’t put the vase back on the table!” added Jake. “He’s totally gonna know that we broke it!” “Honestly, Jake, I’m sorry that I peed on your muzzle. I wanna help you now!” said Jack. If Jake hadn’t been flustered in that moment, he would’ve found this sudden proposal for a truce very suspicious, but as he was, he was going to go along with whatever his brother suggested to get them out of trouble. “You do?!” “Yeah! Look, he told me he’s turning into the neighborhood right now, so I’ll put the vase back while you guys go and hide in the backyard. I’ll tell him you went to play in the creek across the street to buy us time, then I’ll figure out a way to sneak out and get your paws unstuck. He’ll never know that we even touched the super glue!” It was a daring plan, expertly crafted to give a sense of hope that would never end up being fulfilled. Of course, Jake and Jace were not going to shy away from this ladder that had been thrown down to them. If only they knew their brother planned to kick it down once they were halfway up. “Okay, we’ll go!” agreed Jake. “Wait, are you sure that—“ “Not now, Jace! We need to get outta here!!!” “GO, GO, GO!” Jack led them back down the hall and through the kitchen to where their sliding glass door was. He opened it and guided them out; they really were falling right into his trap. The second both of their tails were out of the door, he slid it shut and flicked the lock, laughing out loud. Confused, his brothers turned to see him celebrating for some unknown reason, though it became very clear to Jake and Jace what had happened after hearing what Jack said next. “Have fun peeing outside, losers!” “JAAAACK!!! OPEN THE FRIKKIN’ DOOR!!!” Jake yelled at the top of his lungs, though he was about to deeply regret doing that as he heard a collective gasp from the yard opposite theirs. Slowly, He and Jace turned their heads to see that their neighbors, the ones with the kittens a little younger than they were, were having a birthday party outside. And *everyone* was looking in their direction to see what the hubbub was about. “Oh my gosh! Look, it’s Jake and Jace!” the most observant of them called out for everybody to hear. Jake cursed under his breath that he wasn’t mistaken for Jack. Of *course* there had to be a big party going on outside. “And they’re NAKED!” Jace nearly shrieked from the sudden spotlight put on him and his brother, but he held it back and instead just looked at Jake with panic in his eyes, expecting his brother to devise a plan to get them out of this. “Look, look!” the partygoers made sure everyone was seeing the surprise show they were getting on the other side of the revealingly low fence. The boys tried their best to move their paws down to cover their exposed penises and balls, but it was proving to be rather difficult thanks to them *still* being glued together. “Uhh…Um…Follow me!” Jake pulled Jace over to one of the bushes sitting out in the grass. They crouched down behind it and managed to save themselves a little embarrassment, though the partygoers were no doubt still watching to see what would happen next. “That piece of garbage!” Jake whined in frustration. “I can’t believe he locked us out here!” “Well…you did kick him to the floor,” Jace reminded him. “Violence is never the answer, you know.” “Shut up, Jace! We’ve gotta figure a way back insiaiaia…oh god.” The most recent pang from his bladder hit like a ton of bricks, and being in a squat that moment certainly wasn’t helping him hold anything in. “I’m gonna pee myself. Oh my god, I’m gonna pee myself.” “Don’t say that!” Jace whined back, “Now *I’m* gonna pee myself too!” Emotionally devastated by his circumstances, Jake could almost feel tears welling up in his puppy-dog eyes. “I’m sorry for gluing our hands together, Jace. It should be Jack out here with me, not you…” “I-It’s okay…” Jace reluctantly forgave him, much more concerned about how and where he’d empty his bladder. Or was it his…oh no. This squatting position was really starting to ruin everything, wasn’t it? “Uh oh.” “Uh oh what?” asked Jake. “I uh…I don’t think it’s just pee,” he admitted, the worry in his voice palpable. *PFfrt* A short raspy fart left the little rottweiler’s tailhole. And it seemed like that was only the start. “Aw, Jace! That stinks!” Jake lifted their fused-together paws to cover his snout. This was only going to get harder, wasn’t it? “Sorry,” Jace apologized in a weak voice. Both of the pups would’ve liked to have had their own space at that time, but their mobility was severely limited by the glue. “I don’t think we can get back inside without all those girls in the other yard seeing us naked again…” Jake cursed Jack for putting them in such a harrowing situation. “Okay, but I’ve gotta pee, like, *now*,” Jace assured his brother. “Do you think we could just….go here?” “Huh? Into the bush?” Jake asked. “Uhhh….I think so. It might be our only choice.” “D-Do you think they’ll hear?” Jace asked nervously. “If we try to stay quiet, probably not. They might, uh, smell it but I think we should be alright,” said Jake. “Okay…which one of us should go first?” Without much thought, Jace looked down to his squatting brother’s tight package. He could’ve sworn that the space right above it appeared a little more swollen than normal, which he assumed must’ve been because of his nearly-bursting bladder. “I mean…we don’t have to take turns, right? There’s no toilet, just the bush,” Jake reminded him. “Oh yeah!” A hint of glee shined through Jace’s strained voice. Their paws being stuck together was going to make things awfully difficult, though. “Do you think we could, um…p-poop out here too? It’s getting kinda worse for me…” “Don’t say that, dude, you’re making me need to drop one too!” Jake whined the same worry his brother did earlier. “Didn’t you poop just this morning?” “I *tried*, but Jack burst in and pushed me off so he could pee, and when I got back on, I barely needed to go anymore,” said Jace. “But yeah, it wants out again…” “I wanna poop out here, but dad would get super angry at us again,” Jace expressed his worries. “Yeah, he probably would. He kept saying he went to the trouble of potty training us for a reason. I don’t wanna think of what he’ll do if he sees two steaming piles out here on the grass,” Jake reasoned. “And the girls would *definitely* smell it. You can hold it in for a little longer, right?” “My poop, yeah,” said Jace, “but my pee? Uhh….no way.” “Okay, that’s fine,” said Jake. “So…I guess we just, uh…” The pup shuffled his haunches to face his lower body away from his brother and into the bush ahead. He felt the breeze run through his exposed crack and felt the familiar singe of embarrassment in his chest thanks to the audience trying to catch a glimpse at just what could’ve been going on behind the bush. Jace did the same, turning his lower body so that he and his brother were aiming in the same direction, hopefully set up to spray their streams right into the bush in front of them. It wasn’t very easy to balance with their paws still stuck together, but they eventually got themselves into a stable enough position to relax their muscles and let the juices flow. Of course, they couldn’t aim, so there was no guarantee they wouldn’t get some on their footpaws, but it was a lot better than peeing on something like the carpet or each other’s fur. *Pssssspppppppppppp…* *Pppssssspppppppppp…* The splattering of warm urine against the leaves was a bit louder than they expected. They were unsure if it could be heard over the festivities, but one thing they were sure about was the immense relief they felt from letting it all go. Each of their cute, little bladders gave them an almost orgasmic feeling as they slowly deflated, leaving the pups with their tongues hanging out and stupidly happy looks on their faces. Jace was almost hypnotized by the little droplets splashing against the leaves and trickling down to the puddle both he and his brother were contributing to. It was heaven to finally unleash their tinkle torrents. If only they knew the hellish horrors that were *very* soon to come. Jake’s ears picked it up first: a small buzzing noise circling their crouched, furry bodies. This noise, however, seemed to multiply every few seconds. The buzzing got louder, and louder, and louder, until… “YEEOW!!!” A disgruntled and very wet hornet had successfully buried his stinger dangerously close to the pink spot between Jace’s exposed cheeks. He immediately sprung up from the grass to run away, though his brother was still attached by his paws, and he was coming along for the ride. The partygoers, still peeking into the boys’ yard to monitor the situation, nearly exploded with laughter when they saw what had just started happening. Out from the bushes popped the two brothers they saw before, only now, they seemed a lot…wetter. “Are they…peeing?” “They are!” “Ohmigosh, I’m taking a video.” The show only got more entertaining as the audience looked closer and saw their yellow streams spraying all over their fur. The boys tried to retreat to a different bush, but ended up stumbling over each other’s paws and falling down yet again in front of the whole birthday party. “You’re peeing on me!” Jace cried. “No, YOU’RE peeing on ME!” Jake shot back, both with his words and his urine. They had already been peeing for a full thirty seconds, so their streams soon got reduced to trickles, though the whole ordeal was still incredibly embarrassing. What made it worse was the muffled laughing they heard from their brother Jack, who was enjoying his front row seat to the performance from behind the sliding door. “We *have* to find a way inside,” Jake declared with a desperate determination in his voice. “B-But the door’s locked! And we can’t go around to the front…” said Jace. “There’s gotta be another way,” Jake said, watching as his last drops of warm pee left his little worm and hit the grass between Jace’s legs. “Come with me!” He stood up a little more carefully this time and led his brother behind the bush they had set out for just a moment ago before tripping and falling. The laughter from across the yard was still ringing in their ears, but they were fully set on ignoring them, focusing, and finding a way back inside. Of course, the locked sliding door wasn’t going to be an option, especially with their brother standing right there mocking them. Jake scanned the rest of the back of the house to gauge his other options and suddenly noticed what might be their saving grace: the bedroom window that was cracked open just a hair. “That’s it! Okay Jace, we’re gonna get in through dad’s bedroom window,” Jake decided. “We are? But…they’re all still watching over there…” Jace whined. “Can’t we just wait ‘till Jack gets bored and unlocks the door for us?” They looked over to their brother again, though it looked like there was never going to be an end to his amusement. He was absolutely having a ball watching them flounder around out there. “I doubt that’ll happen…It’s okay, we’ll be really fast!” Jake sounded much more determined than his brother, and besides his personality, there was a good reason. Relieving his bladder somewhat loosened his bowels and made the urge in his rectum all the more present. He didn’t have much longer before he’d be dropping a log whether he liked it or not. “He better not run to the bathroom when we get in there…” “Mmmf, that’s right…” worried Jace, “I’ve gotta use it when we get in there. I’ve been holding in another fart since we started peeing.” “Yeah, well I’ve gotta go more, so I’m gonna use it first,” Jake declared. “No, *I* need it first. Dad made me eat an extra serving of broccoli last night!” His brother argued back. “WHATEVER! We just have to get inside and we’ll figure it out from there. You ready?” “Yeah, I guess…” Jace meekly submitted to Jake’s plan. “Okay, We’re gonna run over, use this side—“ Jake held up his right paw and his brother’s left “—to open the window, count to three, then jump in. You got it?” “Uhhh sure!” Jace was nervous but he knew they didn’t have much of a choice here. “Ready…GO!” They both leapt up and carefully (but quickly!) shuffled over to their entry point. Although they were again in view of the partygoers, they left their brother’s sight and made him move to the opposite end of the house to get a better vantage point. The shouting and laughing resumed, but Jake and Jace did their best not to let it distract them as they worked their paws together into the crack in the window and pushed it successfully to the side. It was open! “YES!” Jake was thrilled that it worked, though they weren’t out of the woods yet. “Okay, on three. One, two…” they squatted their haunches and prepared to leap. “THREE!” They made it into the air, but the poor pups didn’t quite make it more than halfway through the opening. The hard frame of the window pushed into their sides and bellies, their front halves safely inside but their rear ends bare and exposed on the outside. This was just when Jack arrived at his new viewing window, and although their new position was even funnier than what he’d just seen before, he realized that they were making it back inside the house. Soon enough, Jake and Jace rocked and wiggled their way inside, though not without flashing all of their most intimate and jiggly parts one more time to the kittens in the yard across. Once they tumbled onto the carpet, they could hear Jack’s footsteps approaching from down the hall. He burst through the bedroom door and leapt to tackle his brothers, but they were ready for his attack and swiftly rolled out of the way before pushing themselves on top of *him*. Jack, immediately overwhelmed by the weight of both of his brothers, begged for his release. “Oh my god GET OFF! You stupid-heads are COVERED in pee!!!” he shouted. “That’s YOUR fault, Jack!” said Jake. “Well, you’re getting it all over dad’s carpet! He’s gonna smell it for sure!” Jack told them. “Is he? Or are you lying about that too?!” Jake challenged his brother. *FRRPT!* Jace let a stinker loose and both of his brothers immediately tried to hide their sensitive noses away. “Jace, gross!” Jack’s face was situated a little too close to the pup’s rear, and his brother’s wasn’t far either. “Seriously, get off!!!” “Apologize!” Jake demanded. After what he had been through, he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “I- s-ry,” he mumbled something unintelligible. “Jace, I think he needs another fart to the face,” Jake threatened. “Okay, but I’m worried it might not be a fart,” Jace let him know. “OKAY, SORRY! I’m sorry!” Jack conceded and breathed a sigh of relief as his brothers removed their bodies from his and gave each other a little space. “Dad’s not actually coming home early, right?” Jake needed to confirm. “No, I don’t think so,” said Jack, “but he’ll be home in an hour or two for sure. We need to figure out how to get you guys unstuck. *Now*.” “How?! This is super glue!” Jake reminded him. “I mean, we can go look it up on the computer,” Jace suggested. “But let’s do it fast if we can. I’m almost turtle-heading…” “Gross, Jace,” Jack said with an obvious lack of amusement. “Yeah, same here,” Jake admitted as well. “You better hope we find a way to get you unstuck, then. Right now, it’s looking like you guys’ll have to go in and do it together.” Neither Jake nor Jace liked the sound of that. They already had to go through peeing not only near each other but also *on* each other, and now they’d have to swallow their pride (again) and move onto number two? Both of the pups crossed their fingers that they’d be able to find a solution and get unstuck before any of that happened. All three of them quickly made their way over to the family computer and booted it up. Maybe if they had just sat in the study and played flash games all day, none of this stuff would’ve been happening. Now wasn’t the time to lament, though. Now was the time to problem-solve! “Okay,” Jack put his paws on the keyboard and began typing “‘how to get superglue unstuck’.” “…” “…” “Uhh….what’s a ‘slovent’?” asked Jake. “A *solvent*. I think it’s the thing I was talking about earlier. The thing you can only get at a special store or online or something like that,” Jace said with defeat in his voice. “A-Are you sure there isn’t *anything* else we could do?” Jake begged for there to be another solution. “Um…no, it doesn’t look like it,” said Jack. “CRAP. So that means…we’ll have to tell dad when he gets back,” said Jake. “God, he’s gonna be angry at us.” “Gonna be angry at *you*,” Jace finally stood up for himself, though his voice cadenced a little too soon for what he said to have the confident effect he wanted. “NO! ….well, maybe…” Jake hadn’t forgotten that he felt bad about what he did to his more innocent brother, though he was still bitter that he’d have to pay for it. And in more ways than one… *ggrgrgrrbb* Jace’s stomach sounded off again, reminding both pups of the growing weight in their rectums. Even though they were clenching things pretty tight, they likely only had a few more minutes before their scheduled cargo drop-off time. *PSssFBRT!* –Make that a few more seconds. “I’ve gotta poop soooo bad,” Jace whined like a little puppy. Er, like a littler puppy. In light of everything that happened that day, Jake was thinking of letting his brother sit his butt on the porcelain throne first. That was until he suddenly pushed out a wake-up fart that told him just how urgent his body’s need was. *Fsssppt!* “Jeez, you guys *stink*!” Jack let them know. “Go to the bathroom already. Dad’s gonna think you pooped on the carpet if you keep smelling up the air like that.” “We were *trying* to earlier but the door’s too hard to open…” said Jace. “Ugh, fine, I’ll get it for you.” “Thanks, bro,” Jake sounded more and more desperate by the second. He knew that Jace was probably gonna lose his logs any moment now, but so was he, and he was determined to be the first on that seat. All he had to do was clench it and clinch it. The steps down the hall were pretty agonizing for the two poop-packed pups. It had been a while since they had been this in need of a toilet for this big of a dump. At least they weren’t gonna have to do it outside… “Okay, hold on,” Jack said, reaching for the doorknob. Jake could tell he was intentionally slowing down in order to worsen his and his brother’s pain. “JUST OPEN IT!” he snapped. Without a word, Jack twisted the knob and pushed open the door to their salvation. “I CALL DIBS!” Jake shouted out, which Jace did *not* approve of. “What?! No!” he wasn’t going to give up the toilet without a fight. As his brother scurried his butt over to sit down first, he did the same and viciously bumped cheeks with him. “Let me sit down, mine’s poking out!!!” Jace urged. “Mine is too! You can wait!!!” Jake fought back. Once at the toilet, both brothers sat their cute, chubby butts down, which aligned their strained tailholes not over the bowl but against the inner edges of the seat. Jace was turtle-heading so badly that the head of his tough, compacted log kissed the white porcelain and stained it an obvious brown. It took all of his strength to try to suck it back inside, and while he was partially successful in buying himself a few extra seconds, Jake took the opportunity to push with his whole body and paws to shove Jace to the side so he could get down to business. “Oh god…” he breathed a sigh of relief as he finally got the green light to unload his burden. *Pfffcrckppp…* The intimate noises coming from Jake’s rear were deafening to Jace’s currently hyper-tuned senses. He definitely couldn’t wait any longer, and he was gonna get his butt over that bowl one way or another. Just in the nick of time, he managed to think up an idea. “You’ve gotta scoot back o-or I’m pooping on the floor!” he warned Jake. Jace hopped in front of him and pushed him farther back with his paws. “And spread your legs more! NOW!” “Holy crap,” Jack watched from the doorway, dumbfounded at what he was witnessing. Jake was frustrated that this was all happening right in the middle of squeezing his first enormous log out from its tight, pink cave, though he did as he was told to reduce any mess they’d likely be responsible for cleaning up. Jace straightened his legs, wobbled on the seat to stretch his cheeks apart, and pushed the front of his body into Jake’s. Looking down to line things up, his face went red. Right there, his brother’s log had extended a good six inches from his anus already, and his boyish penis and balls rested lightly above like a cute little collection of stuffed, squishy toys. Up in front of that came his own little privates, and visible just below them was his own log emerging slow but steady. “Aim down if you need to pee, okay? I don’t want any more on my fur,” Jace requested before huffing and finally letting his own bowels loose. “Hahhhhh…” Jake was a little shocked but not that surprised at the sudden turn things took. Of course, it was better than his brother going on the floor, but right now, they were awfully close to each other in the middle of this intimate (and very smelly) act. The puffs and pops continued before Jake’s log plopped into the water first, followed by his brother’s only seconds after. “Are you guys seriously *both* pooping right now? You’re gonna clog it, y’know,” Jack teased them. “Shut it! We woulda been able to take turns if you hadn’t locked us outside!” argued Jake. He wanted to say more, but his body was a *little* busy at the moment and he needed to focus. Thankfully, he and Jace had already drained most of what was in their bladders outside, though after releasing their first logs, they relaxed to let out just a bit more. Because they weren’t really able to use their paws, however, they ended up doing what Jace had feared and getting more of the warm liquid right in each other’s fur. Both of them felt the fluid graze their thighs and privates, and it felt just as gross as it did outside. “Crap! Sorry…” Jace apologized. “Whatever,” Jake didn’t seem to care. “We’re already covered in it anyway.” As he started to push on his bowels again, his finely-tuned canine nose caught a whiff of the stink now emanating from below. “God, Jace. Your dump smells *awful*.” “No, that’s yours!” he argued back and started pushing himself. Despite pushing a little after his brother, Jace was the first to get his second turd going. Its lighter color brought with it an even more offensive smell. The sounds of hot, stinky air escaping around its edges and the squishing of the soft matter through his dilated hole were much louder than they were with his first. Like soft clay, it bent under its weight as it emerged farther and mostly tapered off before the pup’s pink anus clenched on the tip and sent it plopping into the water. “What’s a matter,” he huffed with a temporary confidence, “did ya get shy?” “N-No! I just…” If Jake was being honest, he would’ve admitted that he was actually closely watching his brother’s load leave his rear. It was almost hypnotic how it snaked out and popped and crackled into the quickly filling toilet bowl. He blushed and tried to focus again on pushing. “Hnnnnn…” Out from his wrinkled hole came the tip of his next turd, a little darker than his brother’s but with its own formidable smell. Right then, Jace was doing the same thing Jake was a moment earlier and watching his brother’s brown food-baby get birthed. And it seemed he wasn’t the only audience member. “Woooah,” Jack suddenly appeared with his head popping over Jace’s shoulder and peering down at all the action. Jake opened his eyes and saw his other brother peeping on his not-so-private act. He tried to pull his paws down with Jace, but the coordination was difficult and they couldn’t cover much. In embarrassed fear, he clenched off his log and severely dirtied his tailhole and inner cheeks. “UGH, this is a DISASTER!” “Aw, that reeks!” Jack backed away a little and moved to the side where he could still peek in but hopefully avoid the direct stenches. “That looked like a huge one, Jake!” Jace said, half to tease him and half just astounded by what he was seeing. “How much more do you think you have?” “You wanna quit staring at it, perv?!” Jake got all embarrassed again. He was definitely not used to having commentary over his dumping time. “Well, it looked like you were staring at mine,” Jace let him know. “Wh-Whatever,” Jake snapped back, “let’s just finish. This position is super uncomfortable and I can feel the poop on my butt-fur…” Jack couldn’t help himself from giggling at that last comment. “Okay,” said Jace, pushing yet again to move onto his third piece of doggie-doo. Only, before it came out… *Fbbbbrppt!* “Ohhh” Jake waited a moment and soon caught the odor, “it smells SO much worse now.” He whined and tried his best to breathe through his mouth. “Yeah, my poop-farts can get pretty bad I guess…” Jace admitted, blushing bright red. “Hold on, it’s coming out now…” The rottie’s face scrunched up and concentrated as loaf number three poked its head out from the oven. It slithered down a bit more quickly than the last two and provided a good show for Jake and Jack, who were looking right at it for…no reason in particular. Jake also pushed to expel the rest of his second log and felt an airy puff hiss out after it plopped lightly into the water. *ffssssss…* “Hnng,” he grunted again. Right after this, his brother’s log tapered off and dropped in the water, and Jake got started pushing out his third. This one was a much lighter brown than before, and it was certainly a lot riper as well. “Phew, I think I’m close to done here,” said Jace, who checked down to see that Jake was still pushing. “Blech! That one looks gross, dude!” “Uh, yeah, it’s a turd,” grunted Jake. He used all of his focus and might to push it the rest of the way out, and soon enough, the boys were left with (nearly) empty butts and a very big pile in the toilet. “That it?” asked Jace. “Maybe, hold on,” Jake said, pushing but only managing to squeeze out a tiny pop of air. “Yeah, that’s it.” “I think I’ve got a tiny bit more,” said Jace. He scrunched his face yet again and out from his cute little bottom popped a soft, light-brown nugget. It plipped into the water unceremoniously. “Ghahh, okay, all done.” Although both of the boys felt relieved that they were able to drop their loads off in the right place, they were a little worried about just how much they pushed out. “Is…Is this gonna flush?” Jace was the first to ask. “I dunno,” said Jake. “I guess there’s only one way to tell…but first, we should probably wipe, right? I feel super dirty.” “Yeah, uh…” Jace paused. “How’re we gonna do that?” He shook his paws, still attached to Jake’s. Jake had no idea what to do, and neither did his brother. Both of their heads turned slowly to the third pup in the room with two perfectly good paws at his disposal. “No way.” “…please?” Jake smiled. “Nuh-uh.” “……*pretty* please?” “No. Way.” Jack said very firmly this time. It seemed that pleading wasn’t going to work, so Jake went for the next best thing: a brotherly threat. “We’re just gonna wipe our butts on your pillow, then,” Jake warned. “Yeah, and m-maybe on your face while you’re sleeping,” Jace piggy-backed off of his brother’s evil energy. “….no you won’t.” Jack didn’t want to believe it. “Yeah we will.” “Yeah!” “…….fine…” Jack mumbled the barely audible word. “What was that?” “FINE! I’ll wipe your stupid butts,” Jack conceded, “but you guys owe me, big time.” “Yes, thank you!” Jake cheered. He never thought he’d be so happy to hear those words. Jace was a little too embarrassed about what was to come to be vocal, but he was thankful to his brother nonetheless. Jack unhappily reached for the toilet paper holder mounted onto the wall and spun out a long strip before folding it over itself a few times and carefully balancing it on his paw. “Okay, who do I do first…” his voice sounded absolutely devoid of joy already. “Could you do me?” Jake asked with a pleading smile. “No, he’s gonna touch our things if he does you first! He’s gotta start with me since I can just push my butt out,” said Jace. Jake had to admit that his brother had a good point, though he wasn’t excited about sitting with the gross muck on his inner butt for even longer than he originally thought he’d have to. “Fine, do Jace,” Jake reluctantly gave up his spot. Jace took a moment to ready his butt by shuffling his and moving his legs around before it was aimed not into the toilet but instead (pretty much) behind him. Flagging his tail in the air, he gave his wiping assistant the perfect view of everything he’d need to clean up. “Oh…god…” Jack groaned. He could smell the awful stench as if his brother was sitting his dirty undercarriage right on his wet, canid nose. “Okay, I’m ready!” he flicked his docked tail and smiled over his shoulder. Carefully, Jack took his folded pad of toilet paper and did his best to wipe inward and collect his brother’s leftover sludge. The warmth coming from between his cheeks felt a bit weird, but it wasn’t the strangest feeling he’d ever experienced. Everything under his paw was so soft. The mess, the fur, his brother’s winking exit…it gave him a bit of a weird sensation he didn’t know how to describe. Done with the first wipe, he closed up the brown side and reached around Jace to toss it down into the toilet between his two brothers. “Hey, watch it!” Jake said. “You almost tossed it on my fur!” “Sorry,” Jack said half-heartedly as he prepared more TP. Jace’s tailhole region looked to be a little cleaner, though there was definitely more work to be done. He brought the next pieces to Jace’s intimate space and blushed upon feeling that he hadn’t folded this one as thick as the last. The folds of his anus were defined under the thin collection of squares and the heat even more present. Not forgetting his job, Jack pushed the paper up and around to gather more of the mess and dropped it in the toilet the same way he did the first. “Gosh, that tickled! Are you done?” Jace asked. He was certainly acting more amused than the circumstances would’ve suggested. “One more,” Jack said blankly. He took a final strip and folded it up before moving in to finish the job. Jace’s tailhole was already looking pretty pink, but Jack always felt a compulsion to do a job to the best of his ability, which in this case required… “WOOAah!” Jace jumped a little when Jack used his index finger to push his wiping apparatus into his brother’s tender hole. It was *especially* warm in there, and it tightly clenched around his explorative appendage. “Sorry, gotta clean *everywhere*, y’know?” He teased Jace. “W-Well yeah, but you could’ve given me a warning!” he complained. Jack soon pulled his TP-covered finger out and dropped what he decided would be the last piece into the toilet with the other two. Jace was officially all clean! “Alright, you’re done. Now for Jake,” said the appointed butt-wiper. Jake wasn’t exactly looking forward to this, but he certainly wasn’t gonna go the rest of his day with an itchy butthole. “Alright. Jace, can you switch?” Jake asked. “Huh? Okay…” Jace stood up quickly, smacking Jack’s muzzle with his tail. “Peh!” Jack spit out. “Watch it!” “S-Sorry,” he said. Jake stood up too, though he did so more carefully than his brother. He didn’t want to smush anything around, but speaking of smushing things, Jack noticed the smudge Jace had left earlier right under where Jake’s right leg was sitting on the toilet seat. “Oof, might wanna check your fur there, Jake. The seat’s smudged…” “Huh? Aw, JACE, was that you?!” Jake whined after seeing the brown spot. That was definitely on his leg fur now… “Hey, that was because you didn’t let me go! I told you loud and clear that it was poking out!” Jace put up a good defense. “I guess it doesn’t matter. With how the place is smelling, dad’s probably gonna make us take a bath anyway when he gets back,” Jake surmised and ignored his anger. The boys shuffled a 180 and sat back down on the toilet, this time with Jace in the normal spot and Jake’s rear facing out to the front so it could be cleaned by his brother. He lifted his tail up high. “Holy crap…” was all Jack could say upon seeing the mess between Jake’s cheeks. “Actually holy crap.” “Is it that bad?” Jake asked. “Uh…yeah, it is,” Jack replied. Not only was the brown stuff caked all over his once pink hole, but also over some spots on the inner fur of his cheeks. This was not going to go as quickly as Jace’s. “Sorry…” Jake issued a rare sincere apology. “I’ll try to hold still.” And try he did, though it was a little hard not to squirm around when Jack brought the first wipe under his tail and down through the destruction zone. The first swipe he did picked up quite a lot of muck, though it was still pretty dirty back there. He very carefully folded it up and tossed it down to the pile in the bowl below. Jack prepared wipe number two and went in to clean up more of the mess, this time focusing on Jake’s fur. “Blech, it’s really in there,” said Jack. “That’ll have to come off in the bath.” He tossed that wipe in as well and got yet another ready. “Okay, just a couple more…” As Jack got to the detail work, he could feel more of the heat coming from Jake’s private crevice. And that wasn’t the only heat he was going to experience… *Fssssssss…* Without warning, Jake passed an airy, hot fart onto Jack’s (thankfully covered) paw. One thing that Jack wasn’t busy covering, however, was his nose. “Ewwww, Ja-ake!” Jack whined. “Heh, that one just slipped out,” Jake giggled. Jack was grossed out, but he wasn’t going to quit his job right before he passed the finish line. So, he threw his third wipe away and went for the fourth. This time, he was going to be a little rougher. “YOW!” Jake’s body stiffened and his anus tightly clenched around his brother’s suddenly-inserted, TP-covered finger. It entered without much of an issue thanks to the slickness of the mess it was picking up. “Sorry, that one just slipped *in*,” Jack got back at him. “Okay, okay, fair…” Jake was unhappy, but still proud of his goody-two-shoes brother for being a little bad. At last, Jack was satisfied with his job and pulled out the toilet paper from Jake’s rectum to see his freshly clean and pink exit. “Alright, you guys are done. *Finally,*” said Jack with significant relief in his voice. “Yes! Thank you Jack!” Jace was eager to be grateful for the help. “Thanks…” Jake said a bit less eagerly. He stood up from his spot and took the chance to look down into the toilet below. “Uh…oh no…” “‘Oh no’ what?” Jack asked, peering over Jake’s shoulder. “Oh…oh no. That’s too much.” Jace also looked down between his legs to confirm, and sure enough, there was a huge, seemingly un-flushable pile of poop and paper sitting below him. “Well…let’s try, at least,” Jace reached his paw over to the lever and gave it a good crank. The toilet loudly and efficiently drained the *whole* bowl of its contents, soon filling up again with fresh water. “Holy.” “Crap.” “…Thank god dad bought a Toto.” At last, the rottie brothers emerged from the bathroom feeling much lighter and appropriately clean. “Dang, all that pooping and peeing totally cleared up my insides,” Jake remarked. “I think I could use a slice of that cheesecake to fill me up again.” “Dad said we weren’t allowed to have any until he got home!” Jack informed him. “Well yeah, but we’re gonna be in trouble because of…well, this,” he held up his and Jace’s glued-together paws. “Is it really gonna make a huge difference if we get in a little more trouble on top of that.” “Uh, yeah, probably a few more weeks stuck inside the house with no video games,” Jack presumed. “Psh, that’s nothing. Jace can sneak me my DS like last time.” “Whatever,” Jack stopped trying to control his rowdy brother. “You’re probably gonna get a huge belly ache like the last time you ate too much cheesecake. That’ll be a satisfying enough punishment for me to watch.” “But not a satisfying one for you to smell,” Jace added. Jake raised his eyebrows at his brother Jack, who smacked his face with a paw. He supposed that at this point, the stinkiness was just never going to end.