“Ohhh…I don’t know if I can take another day of this…”

        The defeated fox slumped out of his bed, not looking too particularly excited about what was ahead of him. His name was Russell, and he had been happily living in his quaint forest community for a number of years...that was until the new ordinance was passed the other day. “What’s the point of that?” he remembered asking after hearing that he and everyone else would have to walk around on their hind legs rather than on all fours. The mayor of the community, Russell’s older, larger brother Felix, seemed to have a pretty good explanation.

        “I just think it’s fun!” 

        “B-B-But, we don’t wear any clothes! If we stand on our hind legs, we’ll see each other’s--”

        “Russell, relax! I don’t think the other animals are gonna outright stare between your legs. It’ll be like always, just...taller,” Felix explained.

        “I...I still don’t see the point in this,” said Russell.

        “Like I said, it’s fun!” Felix said. “The mayor of our sister village talked me into it, too. They wouldn’t stop going on about the ‘new perspective’ it gives ya, so I thought we’d give it a shot.”


Russell did not like the sound of this. His worrisome thoughts all led him to the same conclusion: other animals were going to be able to see his privates. The parts that would typically be kept secret thanks to their compact size and his bushy tail were going to be on full display for all the critters who saw him.


“Anyway, I’m going to bed, see ya tomorrow morning, bro!” Felix said, turning around and leaving Russell to watch his rotund silhouette disappear between the trees.


“But-” Russell said weakly, realizing that the situation couldn’t be helped. He decided that he just wouldn’t go outside of his den! Yeah! Except, he would be needing food every now and then...and water… This wasn’t going to be easy.


Russell had been getting away with sneaking around on all fours for quick bathroom breaks and trips to sip water from the stream, but he would occasionally run into other members of his little village. One particularly embarrassing incident occurred where Russell ran directly into his beaver friend, Arlo. Arlo had been standing on his hind legs as the new ordinance called for, and was rightfully surprised when he saw Russell scampering on all fours right towards him, eyes darting in every direction but forward until

        *FOMP!*


The hurried fox had run directly into Arlo’s soft penis and balls, cringing as he felt them smush against his forehead and muzzle. He pulled back quickly and blushed a deep red.


“Owwwowowow!” Arlo howled, bringing his paws quickly over his tender groin.


“Arlo! I-I’m sorry! I was just--”

        “What are you doing running around like that? Didn’t you get the memo? We’re supposed to be standing up now!” Arlo angrily explained, still recovering from the pain.


“Yes, I know, I just...it’s kind of embarrassing...for me,” Russell said weakly.


“Is it about size or somethin’? If it is, no one’s gonna care if you’re a little smaller down there, Russell,” Arlo said, cooling down and trying to find some understanding for the fox.


“They aren’t?” Russell asked, gaining a bit of confidence and standing up slowly on his hind legs. When his foxy bits came into Arlo’s view, though, the beaver couldn’t help himself from letting a chuckle slip. “What is it?” the self-conscious fox asked, preparing to cover his now exposed winky and balls.


“Okay, that’s...kinda small,” Arlo said, giggling a bit as he continued to stare.


“N-No it’s not!” Russell stumbled over his untruthful words. He looked down shyly at the small, furry nub nestled tightly above his round scrotum. He couldn’t have been more than an inch long, and he felt his stomach start to sink knowing that showing off his tiny button would be the new norm for him in his small, close-knit community. “I’m...going home,” Russell said, scampering off before Arlo had the chance to dispute his claim.


The following days weren’t much better for the underendowed fox, who continued to sneak around and avoid contact with his fellow villagers entirely. Now, he was on day four of his embarrassing nightmare, brushing himself off and preparing to run out and quickly gather some food. He slowly emerged from his den, expecting no one around but finding his brother waiting patiently by a nearby tree.


“Russell! How’s the new ordinance treatin’ ya?” Felix asked, smiling and stepping forward. Russell couldn’t take his eyes off his older brother’s flaccid, four-inch penis and healthy scrotum.

        “Uhh…” Russell snapped himself back into reality and pushed quickly off of his front legs. “It’s going great! Feels good to walk around all...exposed.”

        “Is it really that cold in your den?” Felix teased his younger brother, watching his face burn red after understanding just what he meant.


“Shut it, Felix!” Russell snapped defensively. He promptly brought his big, fluffy tail around to cover his little foxy bits.


“Hey, it was just a joke!” Felix said with a mischievous grin. “Anyway, I came here to tell ya that the mayor of our sister village is comin’ over to see how we’re doin’ with the new way of living.”


“And what does this have to do with me?” Russell asked, sounding both annoyed and worried.


“He said he wanted to talk one-on-one with one of the villagers!”


“And you picked me? Why?!” Russell exclaimed.


“Well, to be honest with ya, I thought living like this might help you get over some of your insecurities!” Felix said kindly.


“What insecurities?!” Russell bit back, clutching his tail firmly over the insecurities in question.


“You might be a little smaller down there than most, but don’t let it bring ya down! You’ve gotta be confident about your body, little bro!” said Felix.


“That’s easy for you to say,” Russell remarked, his eyes floating down to his brother’s much larger equipment.


“Maybe coming with me to meet our sister village’s mayor will help you understand how living like this can be beneficial. It’s his idea, isn’t it?” said Felix. 


“Well…” Russell thought to himself for a moment, eventually accepting that it wouldn’t do much harm to just meet the guy. “Fine. But give me a second, I kinda have to go pee real quick.”

        “I was wondering why you were still in that position, haha!” Felix laughed, watching his brother run off behind his den in search of a private spot. Russell was very used to hiking his leg to tinkle, but now that he was running on his hind legs and maintaining the village’s image, he’d have to pee standing up as well. He walked about a dozen or so yards before finding a bush that looked secluded enough. The nervous fox carefully stepped up to the shrubbery, adjusted his winky with his paws, and positioned himself to let his stream loose.


*Psssss…*


“Hahhhh…” Russell sighed. He had been holding it in for a while, and it was blissful to watch the stream spray from the tip of his fuzzy nub into the leaves in front of him. Blissful until he heard a group of voices approaching from his right. Female voices. “Ohh...not now! C’mon, faster, faster!!!” Russell whispered to himself. He glanced over and saw the group was only thirty feet away. It was only a matter of time before one of them…


“Russell? Is that you? What are you--” Russell heard a familiar female vixen’s voice. He was paralyzed with embarrassment, stuck peeing into a bush with his little button penis slightly visible between his trembling paws.


“Anna!” he accidentally exclaimed out of embarrassment. “Don’t look! Please, I-!”

        “Oh my! Oh, Russell,” she said as she blushed, giggling with her friends who were watching the same embarrassing scene. Anna stared more closely at Russell’s little bits, taking in every detail of the small nub resting softly above a cute, round pouch. The peeing fox felt his cheeks burn as his stream finally had been reduced to a trickle. He felt his final drops leak out and quickly brought his tail around his right side, covering up what he could despite having already shown a lot.


“S-Sorry…” Russell offered, embarrassed that the girls’ giggling hadn’t ceased. He turned around and ran off, his butt bouncing with each long stride. In just a few seconds, he made it back to his den, panting and bent over with his paws on his knees.


“What the heck happened?!” Felix asked, appearing surprised.


“I,” Russell spoke between pants, “don’t, huff wanna huff talk about it.”


“A-...Alright then,” said Felix, still a bit confused. “Ya ready to go?”

        “Huff, yeah,” said Russell. He was still reluctant, but he still wanted to understand how someone could possibly think that walking on two legs would make you less embarrassed about yourself. “I wanna talk to this guy.”


Russell walked with Felix over to the village square, where the three were scheduled to meet. “Did we have to talk with him somewhere so...public?” the nervous fox asked, glancing around at the animals of his village going about their daily activities, all standing up on their hind legs. He could see all sorts of private things, from loose hanging bits on the males to little slits on the females. He felt his blush return at the sight of his village’s nudity, still keeping his own covered with his tail.


“Felix? Are you Felix? And Russell?” the fox siblings heard a voice speak behind them. This is it! This is gonna be the guy! He probably has an enormous shlong. How else could you be so comfortable when you’re completely…


Russell turned around, bracing for a humiliating comparison he was sure someone would make. He was surprised, however, to see that the pink fox standing in front of them was just as small as Russell was! Right where it counted!


“I’m Foxnard,” the suave fox introduced himself, extending his paw. “Nice to meet you two.”


“L-Likewise,” Russell said, shaking the fox’s paw gently. “I’m Russell, and he’s Felix.” Foxnard immediately noticed that Russell was taking careful measures to keep his privates covered up.


“What’s going on with your tail? Why do you have it pulled around your front like that?” Foxnard asked teasingly.


“I…” Russell thought for a moment if he should share his insecurity with this stranger he just met, but soon remembered that they shared the source of that insecurity. “I...I’m small, and...it’s embarrassing.”

        Foxnard immediately began laughing. “Aahahahaha, I was the exact same way, Russell,” Foxnard said, making the fox’s eyes light up.


        “You...you were?”


        “Yeah! Do you want to know how I got over all those embarrassed feelings?” Foxnard asked.


        “Uhh...yeah, I kinda do need to get better about that if this is gonna be the new norm…” Russell said, still unsure what he could possibly do to fix his size problem.


        “Alright, you might not like this, but it’s a little thing called...exposure therapy,” Foxnard said.


        “E-Exposure therapy? I don’t know if I like the sound of--”


        *WHISTLE* “Hey, everybody! Gather around! Russell’s got something he wants to show you all!” Foxnard shouted out. Russell felt his heart skip a beat. WHAT??! There was no way this was happening right now. He kept his tail clutched firmly over his bits as the animals in his village turned to see what the commotion was about.


        “Russell, I know this seems a bit jarring, but you have to trust me and follow my instructions, okay?” Foxnard guided the embarrassed fox. “Close your eyes and start to move your tail back behind you.”


        Russell found himself a bit overwhelmed by the number of pairs of eyes watching him slowly expose himself. He didn’t want to back out of this; he knew that he would need to return to normal life someday, and that everyone would end up seeing him naked anyway. He swung his tail back behind him, holding his paws loosely over hit bits. Russell took a deep breath and slowly lowered his paws, exposing his little secret to the animals of his village in intimate detail. He heard sparse gasps and giggles from the crowd, though none of the harsh ridicule his head would conjure in his nightmares about embarrassing situations like this. Russell could feel himself smile slightly as he moved his paws behind his back. Everyone else was naked, too! Looking around, not many animals were as small as he and Foxnard, but there were a few who were close.


        “Is that it?” a nearby hedgehog asked. “Just a little naked fox?”


        “Yep! That’s it!” Foxnard smiled at the hedgehog, then smiled over at Russell, who seemed to be feeling very empowered. “Just a little naked fox.”


        The crowd dispersed after the initial reveal, allowing for Russell’s nerves to calm a bit before talking to Foxnard.


        “Thank you…” Russell said to the pink fox. “You actually helped me out a lot there.”


        “Just showing you that you’ve got nothing to be ashamed about, little guy! So flaunt it!” Foxnard encouraged, shaking his pelvis and making his own foxy bits bounce around for Russel and Felix to see.


        “I’m not gonna dance, but I am gonna stop being so embarrassed about being naked,” Russell said confidently.


        “That’s good, because the exposure therapy isn’t finished yet! We’ve still got my village to go to!” Foxnard cheered.


        “Wha...what did you say?”