“No way. I’m not going back there.” Lucky could feel his cheeks flush as he recounted the embarrassing events that took place the year before.


        “Kate’s been bothering me since summer started, Lucky,” Lyra made sure her brother knew. “We won’t even be on the beach. Kate and Carter’s parents are letting us take their boat out, and I don’t think she’d appreciate it if her big brother and his best friend stayed at home because they were embarrassed about some small wardrobe malfunction.”


        “It wasn’t small!!!” Lucky reminded his older sister. She giggled, and he blushed after realizing the double meaning his exclamation may have had. “Seriously, it’s not funny! I still have dreams where I’m running around the beach and everyone can see my--”


        “--Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing.” Lyra conceded. “Just make sure you bring a good pair of trunks. We’re gonna be water skiing.”


        “Lyra,” whined Lucky, “I really don’t want to go.” 


        “If you come, I’ll get you and Carter extra large fresh-squeezed strawberry lemonades at the juice hut.” This changed things.


        “They have...lemonade?” Lucky asked, revealing to his sister that she had piqued his interest. 


        “Uh-huh, with big, twisty, curly straws,” Lyra continued, hoping it would win Lucky over. 


        “......You promise we’re just water skiing?” he asked with a nervousness in his voice that sounded like he just might go.


        “Yep. And like I said, wear a good pair of trunks if you’re worried about them falling down,” Lyra reminded her brother. Lucky felt his stomach twist again at the thought of something humiliating like that happening. He wasn’t going to turn down a tall cup of strawberry lemonade, though.


        “...Fine. I’ll come,” Lucky surrendered. Lyra quickly stepped over and hugged her brother, lifting him up in the air as he squirmed.


        “Thank you, Lucky!” Lyra cheered before setting him back down. “You have no idea how much Kate’s been bugging me about this.”


        “Put me down, Lyra!” Lucky demanded, getting lowered back down to the ground.


        “Go get your suit on!” Lyra urged Lucky, “we’re leaving soon!” 


        “Okay, okay,” Lucky replied. The orange fox scurried off to his bedroom and over to his dresser. From the top drawer, he retrieved a new-looking pair of swim trunks that he had gotten just the other day. “There’s no way these ones are coming off.” He dropped his shorts and underwear, getting a look at his foxy unmentionables before he stepped his paws out.


        Lucky hadn’t quite hit his first major growth spurt yet, and as a result, still sported a small, uncut, orange button that barely measured past an inch. His soft-furred balls remained tightly packed between his legs and complimented his little pecker nicely. Lucky felt his face burn a bit as he picked up his new trunks once more and pulled them up to cover his lower half. He had made sure to get a pair that was tight around the waist. The blue trunks fit Lucky like a glove, although “like a glove” may not have been the most ideal style choice for the kit. The fabric of the suit stretched around Lucky’s squishy penis and made a pretty clear outline in the front.


        “Lucky, you ready?” Lucky heard Lyra say as she stepped into his open door.


        “Uhh...I think so,” the little fox answered. He turned around and showed his sister how his suit was looking on him.


        “Haha, you got a tight one, didn’t you?” Lyra teased him.


        “Stop it!” Lucky whined. “It’s only because the other ones sagged down in the water!”


        “Well, they definitely won’t do that now,” Lyra assured her brother. “C’mon, we’re gonna be late!”


        The two fox siblings left their peaceful abode and hopped in the small boat they used to get around. “Gilly Island, here we come!” Lyra cheered as she untied the tether and pushed them off the dock and out into the water.


        It didn’t take long for the paddling foxes to reach their destination. When they floated up to Gilly Island’s main dock, they were approached by two young, gray kittens.


        “Lyra!!” Kate exclaimed cheerfully. She jumped up onto Lyra as she was stepping out of the boat, nearly making the vixen tumble backwards into the water. 


        “Easy, Kate, easy!” Lyra urged the small feline. She couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the kitten’s antics.


        “Hey, Lucky!” Carter said. He was very nervous to be back at a place charged with so many embarrassing memories. Luckily for him, his foxy friend was in the same boat. Not literally.
        
        “Hi, Carter!” Lucky replied. The two pals had spent time together since the incident last year, but they hadn’t stepped foot onto Gilly island once. Lucky was hiding his nervousness with enthusiasm, just as his friend was.


        “Oh, Lyra,” Carter suddenly remembered, reaching into the right pocket of his orange trunks. “These are the keys to the boat. My dad told me to give ‘em to you once you got here.”


        “Thanks Carter,” Lyra smiled down at the nervous cat. “Hey, I promised Lucky a lemonade once we got here. Do you want one too?”


        Carter’s eyes lit up just like Lucky’s did upon hearing the lemonade proposal. “Yes please!”


        The boys were awarded their good-sport prize for coming along to the beach they were so thoroughly humiliated on last year, and soon enough they had reached the feline family’s ski-boat at the dock.


        “Woah. This is a nice boat, Kate!” Lyra said, inspecting the outside and quickly jumping in from the back. “Hop on, everyone!”


        The kitten siblings and bright orange fox hopped into the boat. Carter and Lucky had already downed most of their lemonades and were getting close to being finished.


        “Woah, slow down, guys,” Lyra advised. “There aren’t any bathrooms in the ocean, you know.”


        Carter’s face burned from Lyra’s teasing. She wasn’t thinking about what he looks like down there while he pees, was she? Do girls think about that stuff?!


        Lyra started the boat and the cubs quickly took their seats. Lucky had to admit, although he really didn’t want to come to the beach, being out on the ocean was very nice. Time slipped away as the cubs relaxed and soaked in the bright sun. Under the whirring of the motor, Lucky and Carter could feel their small bladders getting agitated. The lemonades they had were, in retrospect, a little too big. Carter pressed his chubby thighs together where he sat, and Lucky crossed one leg over the other, hoping it would look casual and no one would say anything.


Lyra had driven the boat out to a very quiet cove on the other side of the island, and quickly noticed that something interesting was happening in the water. “Woah! Come look, there’s all kinds of fish over here!” She immediately had Kate’s attention, who went to join her and look into the water. The small kitten splashed the clear water lightly with her paw. Some of the fish swam away, and others were interested in the mysterious thing reaching from up above. Either way, Lyra and Kate were distracted, and Lucky took the opportunity to address the issue he was facing with Carter.


“Hey...do you hafta…” Lucky asked in a whisper, glancing down to Carter’s lower half. Judging by the kitten’s paws being planted firmly over his clothed crotch and the slight shaking in his thighs, Lucky had a feeling he knew the answer.


“Yeah,” Carter admitted. “Really bad.”


“I think we can pee off the edge if we’re quick,” Lucky proposed. “Our sisters are talking about the fish and splashing, so I don’t think they’ll hear us.” He had to admit, it was a very risky plan. But, Lucky felt like he was gonna pee himself soon, and for reasons and embarrassing memories he didn’t want to go into, he wanted to prevent that from happening at all costs.


“Uh…” Carter said shakily, turning to look at the girls on the other side of the boat. “Maybe…” The gray kitty thought for a moment. They could probably just hop in the water and pee in privacy, but...he had always found himself curious to see what Lucky looked like while he was going number one. Maybe now was his opportunity! They’d just have to be fast… “Okay, let’s try it.”


“Lucky, Carter, you wanna come over here? These fish are so cool!” said Lyra. Lucky and Carter nervously smiled.


“Uh, n-NO! We’re...fine over here,” Lucky replied awkwardly. “There’s tons of fish here too!” Lyra was onto him, but she couldn’t let Lucky know that.


“If you say so,” she said back, “just let me know when you want me to move the boat.”


“Sounds good, Lyra!” Lucky said with a thumbs up. Waiting for her to turn around and continue chatting with Kate, he leaned over to Carter and whispered, “We totally got her! The coast is in the clear!”


Lucky and Carter quickly climbed up on the front ledge of the boat and reached into their waistbands, pulling them down just enough for their little peenies and balls to lightly flop out. Even after a year, the two friends had practically identical one-inch buttons above their tight pouches. Each one stared down at the other’s, and soon, they found themselves making eye contact.


“Sorry!” they whispered in unison, both with pink cheeks.


“I was just...I wasn’t gonna look for long,” Lucky tried to explain.


“It’s okay,” Carter said. “It looks like we’re both still…”


“Not growing yet,” Lucky finished Carter’s thought. Suddenly, the fox kit’s stream spurted free from his uncut tip. Carter gasped, but quickly followed suit.


“My dad said it’d happen soon,” Carter said under the light tinkling of their streams. He and Lucky watched the blue water get tinted a very slight yellow where their pee was splashing. 


“See? I told you they would go,” Lyra whispered to Kate. The mischievous vixen let Kate know about her plan to let her brothers pee, then, right when they’re finishing up…“You ready? I’ll get my brother and you get yours.” 


“I think so! It’ll be funny to see their butts, hehe!” Kate giggled.


“Shhh, shh!” Lyra giggled back. “Follow my lead.” She stealthily approached the front of the boat with Kate glued to her tail, noticing that the boys’ streams were still going, but slowing down somewhat. When they finally reduced to a trickle, Lyra and Kate lunged forward, grabbed their brothers’ trunks, and yanked them down. 


“WAHH!” “GAH!” Lucky and Carter suddenly exclaimed.


“Full moons!” Lyra shouted. She looked at Kate and gave her the signal for the final part of their prank.


*SPLASH* The boys were pushed right into the water (and it sure felt awfully warm). Neither of them knew it, but after getting pantsed and pushed in, their trunks came loose. That, and suddenly splashing loudly into the precious habitat of one of Gilly Island’s most mischievous species of crab made for the perfect storm that unlucky day. On the seafloor, which was about six feet deep where they were, the aptly-named “suit-snatcher” crabs (not their scientific name, but one often used by the locals) skittered around and noticed two bright swimsuits floating down. In a split second, they were gone, and they took their prizes with them. Left in the water were two very angry, and very naked cubs. 


“LYRA!” Lucky immediately shouted at his sister after emerging from the water. His eyes suddenly went down when he felt nothing on his lower half. Nothing. He looked over to Carter, who was also coming up from the water. It didn’t take long for him to notice he was naked either.


“Don’t pee in the water, guys,” Lyra joked, “it’s disrespectful to the fish.”


“Seriously, Lyra, give us our trunks back!” Lucky demanded.


“Uh, they’re in the water with you, dummy,” Lyra replied nonchalantly. “Go dive for ‘em if you dropped ‘em.”


Lucky, now in a slight panic, dove down to look for his missing trunks. Carter followed right behind him, wanting to recover his modesty just as much as his friend did. Unfortunately for the two naked cubs, it looked like they would be staying naked for at least a bit longer.


“They’re not anywhere down here! Seriously Lyra, give them back!” Lucky demanded again.


“Well, if they’re not down there…” Lyra said, giving Lucky an idea of where she was going with her thought. “I guess you’ll have to climb back on and cover up until we get home.”


“LYRA!” Lucky shouted. This was exactly what he was worried about. He was naked! On Gilly Island! And poor Carter had to go through it with him again. The gray cat kept to himself throughout most of the ordeal, trying to keep one of his paws over his little nub ‘n’ balls. 


“Okay, okay, I’ll look for something to cover you guys up. Maybe your parents have spare suits in the boat’s storage or something,” Lyra said. The vixen stepped over to the panel on the floor and lifted it up. In addition to the water skis and ropes, Carter and Kate’s family had a plastic gallon-size bag sealed shut labeled ‘SPARE SUITS’. “Jeez, looks like it’s Lucky’s lucky day,” she said to herself before turning back to look in the water. “Lucky, Carter, I found suits for you guys!”


“You did?!” they said with audible relief. The distressed friends swam up to the back of the boat and reached their paws up. “Here!”


“Hey, I didn’t say I was gonna give them to you right away!” Lyra teased. She noticed something a bit strange about the fabric that the suits were made of, and then she noticed a slip of paper that was hiding at the bottom of the bag. She reached in and pulled the paper out to read what it said:


Prank your friends! Auto-Dissolve swim trunks, with fabric that dissolves only
minutes after being submerged!


“Woah, Kate, I didn’t know your parents were such pranksters,” Lyra said quietly.


“Huh?” Kate asked, not understanding what exactly was going on.


“LYRA! Just throw them to us, please!” Lucky said. The little fox was obviously not
coming out of the water, and neither was his friend. Okay, she could work with this…


        “Alright, Lucky, I’m gonna make you a deal,” said Lyra. “If you and Carter waterski back to the beach from here, I’ll give you the trunks right now.”


        “B-But...we don’t have life jackets, or skis, or--”


        *KER-SPLASH*


        Lyra tossed in everything the boys needed (except for their ‘swimsuits’, which she was saving for last). “Just slip your footpaws into the skis like they’re shoes, okay? And make sure your life-jackets are on tight!”


        “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Lucky stared at the bag of swimsuits in his sister’s paw.


        “Get your skis on first,” Lyra said, “you have to be comfortable in them if you wanna stay up.” Lucky and Carter fumbled around in the water. With the way they were positioned, their fronts were facing Lyra and Kate, who were watching them from the back of the boat. They had to lean back to try to get the skis on, giving their sisters intimate glimpses of their privates and pink holes.


        “What are we doing?! We have to put them on before the skis!” Lucky irritatedly observed.


        “Okay, maybe you do need your trunks,” Lyra jested.


        “LYRA!” Lucky exclaimed again in embarrassment. He knew they were looking at his and Carter’s little buttons. Finally, Lyra gave them up and he and Carter slipped them on as quickly as they could. It felt a bit loose and...thin, but it would probably work fine, at least for the few minutes it would take to ski back to the beach. They squeezed their footpaws into the tight, rubber openings on the skis and leaned back in the water, each grabbing onto a rope handle.


        “You guys ready?” Lyra asked, tying the rope to the canopy of the boat.


        “How do you do this again?!” Lucky asked with obvious anxiety in his voice.


        “Just lean back, hold on tight, and let yourself stand up when we get up to speed, alright?” Lyra explained.


        “Wha-?!”


        “HERE WE GO!” Lyra shouted, hopping in the driver’s seat and starting the boat. Before they knew it, Carter and Lucky were getting dragged through the water and out of the cove. The boat picked up speed and suddenly, both cubs were able to stand up.


        “Woah!” Carter shouted. He was surprised with himself. He considered Lucky to be the more agile one of their duo, so he was happy to find himself adapting on the fly just like Lucky was. Lucky wasn’t too worried about standing up on the skis; he’s had plenty of adventures where he’s had to do much harder, more dangerous things. There was something, however, that was really bothering him.


        “Hey Carter, do your trunks feel okay?” Lucky shouted over the noise of the engine and the splashing water.


        “Uhh...now that you mention it…” Carter looked down and felt his stomach twist into knots. His gray fur was showing. More and more and more of it as they kept going. “Lucky, they’re...they’re falling off!”


        “WHAT?!?!” Lucky shouted in shock. There was no way. He looked down in fear to find that Carter was right. His orange foxy weiner was peeking through the fabric, and very soon, his little sack was as well. Although Lyra was busy driving the boat, she was still getting a show through the rearview mirror. Her brother and his friend were flustered and embarrassed, totally unsure of how to get out of their ordeal. The one in the boat getting front row tickets to said show was Kate, who watched it all from the beginning. She couldn’t control her giggling, which only made her brother and Lucky more self-conscious. 


        “LYRA, STOP THE BOAT!” Lucky yelled out. His sister turned around and pretended that she couldn’t hear him.


        “Whhaaaaat?!” she shouted back.


        “STOP THE BOAT!”


        “I can’t hear you, Lucky!” Lyra said, turning the boat around to head to the more popular side of the island, passing a couple boats in the open water along the way.


        “No no no!” Lucky whined to himself. He was about to ski past these other boats (and probably the beach!) without anything to cover his lower half! Nothing, except… “Our life jackets! Carter, take your life jacket off and use it to cover up! Luckily, their life jackets each only had one buckle, so they both used one paw to hold on tight to the rope and the other to maneuver their jackets off and hold them over their naked lower halves.


        “Nice butts!” “Hey, they look familiar!” Lucky and Carter were already getting remarks and whistles from some of the animals who saw them last year, and some new faces as well.


        “Lucky, Carter, put your lifejackets back on!!” Lyra urged the cubs, “Seriously, it’s dangerous!!!”


        “NO WAY!!” Lucky yelled, sure his sister could hear.


        “Well, this is unsafe, so we’re gonna have to head back to the beach!” Lyra said, turning the boat in the direction of the crowded shore and stepping on the gas. 


        “WHAT?! NO NO!” Lucky shouted. It wasn’t the end of the world; he and Carter still had their life jackets to cover up their privates! He was still skiing right towards the beach without any trunks on, though! Only a bright orange foam vest between everyone on the beach and his itty little bits. They were approaching the shore even quicker than Lucky had anticipated, and just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, the water started to get bumpy. 


        “Hold on tight, guys! You took off your life jackets so falling down isn’t an option!” Lyra reminded them. Both cubs clutched tightly with one paw, but immediately realized that wouldn’t be enough.


        “No!” Lucky shouted when he instinctively grabbed the rope with his other paw, dropping his life jacket in the water. Carter had to do the same to stay stable, and suddenly the boys were skiing towards the beach completely naked. He could already see the beachgoers looking out to see the curiously underdressed figures skiing behind the approaching boat. “LYRA, PLEASE! JUST STOP THE BOAT!” Lucky pleaded one last time.


        “ALRIGHT, IF YOU SAY SO! Now, Kate!” Lyra said, whipping the boat to the right. Exactly on cue, Kate reached up and untied the rope from the boat, throwing it in the water. This left Lucky and Carter soaring across the water, right into the middle of the beach. With the speed they had accumulated, there was no stopping what was about to happen.


        *ZZZZZFWUMP!*


        The boys skidded on the wet sand of the shore for twenty feet before the front of their skis dug into the sand and they both face planted. The beach’s lifeguards ran immediately over to the boys as the crowd at the beach surrounded them.


        “Woah, are they...naked?” “They’re totally naked!” “And they weren’t wearing life jackets!” “Little pranksters being irresponsible.” “Haha, I didn’t think I’d see three moons today!” With their butts up and tails flipped over, Lucky’s and Carter’s undercarriages were completely exposed.


        “Flip ‘em on their backs,” the head lifeguard said. “They look fine, but we should check anyway. They’ll learn a valuable lesson about wearing their life jackets after we wake them up.” The lifeguards did as they were told, and the crowd suddenly got a new view of the two naked cubs. 


        “Hey, what did we miss?” Lyra quipped as she stepped up to the crash site with Kate. They had parked the boat and were now retrieving the siblings they had so harshly embarrassed yet again. Everyone surrounding the cubs was looking...well, where you think they’d look. Many of the beachgoers were young cubs themselves, and they were really curious to see what other cubs their age looked like.


        Slowly, Carter and Lucky came to their senses, but not before everyone who wanted to got their look at the twin uncut buttons in their natural, shy habitat. They looked up to see both the crowd and the lifeguards surrounding them. Quickly realizing they were naked, they shot their paws down over their privates. 


        “Do you boys have any idea how dangerous what you were doing was?” the head lifeguard asked in a stern voice. On top of the embarrassment from everything getting exposed, Carter and Lucky also felt the shame of having worried the animals at the beach.


        “It’s alright, I’ll talk to them when we get home, Mr. lifeguard!” Lyra assured him. This made Lucky absolutely livid. 


        “LYRAAAAA!” he screamed, standing up and trying to chase after her. He couldn’t get his footpaws out of his skis, though, and just resorted to taking big, angry strides in them to chase her down. This, of course, showed off the bud and berries he had tried so desperately to hide on this trip to the beach. Even with his paw over them, they could be spotted from particular angles here and there. Giggles from the surrounding animals rang in Lucky’s ears. He did his best to ignore it, but he couldn’t get over all of these different pairs of eyes now knowing what he looked like between his legs.


        Carter followed behind Lucky, but he actually managed to get his paws out of the skis with a little effort. With his paws on his privates and his chubby buttcheeks bouncing behind him, he followed Lucky to chase after Lyra to the dock. “I WON’T FORGET THIS, LYRA!!!” Lucky dramatically warned. He was gonna get back at her someday...it was only a matter of time.