The smell of pee was thick in cabin 3212. Ochre was used to waking up to the smell of his parents’ coffee. Instead, the various unique odors of the bedwetters in his cabin meshed together to create some sort of blanket of a smell that was somehow just as comforting.  It was a smell that his own bedroom would sometimes take on when a summer day was hot enough, and the air conditioning hadn’t been turned on. Even though it wasn’t the scent of his own nocturnal leakage, the smell of cabin 3212 was immediately familiar in its very own way. 
	Ochre squirmed in his bed, still a bit groggy from being up late and getting less sleep than usual. He felt a familiar warm heaviness between his legs. The swollen Pull-Up that he’d soaked overnight was bursting at the seams. Ochre was also bursting at the seams. Despite how much it seemed like he’d wet during the night the poor puppy was somehow still not empty.  He knew that if he wet himself again, his Pull-Up would leak. He knew that a leak would mean he would have to do laundry, because his parents were not there to help him clean up. 
The puppy groaned, and got himself out of bed. Ochre saw that other campers were doing the same. He waved meekly and sleepily to them, then stretched and let out a big yawn.  He didn’t bother hiding his soaked Pull-Up. Some of the other campers were wandering around without their pajama bottoms as well. Some were completely nude from the waist down, not caring who saw their sheathe. The morning energy was much calmer than he was expecting. But the line for the bathroom was worrying him. There was only a toilet and a urinal, and the line was backed up. He weighed his chances of whether he would be able to hold it long enough to make it to the bathroom. He looked at his foot locker, knowing that there were plenty of Pull-Ups left inside of it. The puppy did a small potty dance, and made a decision. 
The desperate golden retriever opened his foot locker, took out a dry Pull-Up, and quickly tugged his wet Pull-Up off. He let it fall to the floor with a splat, and kicked it to the side. He quickly tugged up the fresh training pants, and with only a second to spare, felt his bladder give way. He sighed as he wet himself, standing out in the open. It was a real accident, but he didn’t care. Ochre was surrounded by people that were like him. Campers his age, and even older, that weren’t fully potty trained either. Some of them even had diapers wrapped around their waists, drooping and swinging between their legs like it was the most normal thing in the world. And to them, it was normal. It would probably be normal for the rest of their lives. Many of them had reached their biological deadline to be potty trained, and failed. Others were right on the edge. Some of them didn’t even know they had already missed the mark, desperately holding on to what they thought was their last shot at ever reliably wearing regular underwear. 
Ochre wasn’t sure if he would ever be trained. As his bladder finished emptying in to his training pants, the garment that was meant to stay dry, the garment that was supposed to be “training” him to use the potty, the garment that he wondered if he’d ever be able to go without, the puppy realized that he’d needed them in that moment. He needed a Pull-Up to keep from making a mess. He needed a Pull-Up to keep his pants dry. He needed his Pull-Up. He wondered how he would feel about needing them forever. The more he thought about it, the fuzzier his head got.  There were many conflicting feelings swimming around his head. Part of him liked the security that Pull-Ups gave him at night, knowing his bed would stay dry. But most days he wore briefs during the day, and was mostly successful at keeping them clean and dry. 
Ochre also remembered the days he wasn’t successful at keeping his pants dry, or clean. The days he was suddenly sitting in a soaked pants while he played video games, unaware he’d even had to pee. The days he’d made a puddle in his booster seat, sitting in the pool of his own pee until they got to where he was being driven, and comforted while he got put into dry pants. The days he’d felt his tail raise without his input and felt his underwear suddenly grow heavy and droop in the back of his shorts. The days he’d wished he was wearing a Pull-Up, because he just couldn’t hold it. All of these feelings had him feeling confused. Little did Ochre know this was the moment he’d been told about. This was the moment his body locked in. His body had hit the potty-training deadline. Ochre would need protection for the rest of his life, and he was only mostly aware of it. 
“Hey, are you in there?” Toffee asked Ochre, waving a paw in his face.
Ochre snapped out of his daze, looking down at his soaked Pull-Up, with the other next to his paw.
“Oh, good morning!” Ochre said, wagging his tail.
Toffee giggled, wiggling his own bushy tail. “I know that look. You were really liking your piddle accident, weren’t you?”
Ochre blushed, and shrugged slightly. “I dunno…I mean, it’s warm and feels good,” he replied. 
Toffee nodded eagerly. “Yeah! Wanna feel mine?” he asked, reaching for Ochre’s paw. 
Before Ochre could realize what Toffee was doing, the rabbit had taken his paw and pushed it against his crotch. He watched the Rabbit’s eyelids flutter, and then his paw grew warm. Ochre didn’t remove his paw from his new friend’s crotch. Instead, he felt the already swollen Pull-Up swell and grow warm, pushing further into his paw as it swelled. He wondered how much more it could take, but Toffee didn’t seem to be stopping any time soon. He gasped as he felt rivulets of pee begin running down his paw, but still he didn’t draw his paw away from the leaking Pull-Up he was touching. He let Toffee’s pee run all over his paw, and watched it drip on the floor.
“Oops! Guess I need thicker ones,” Toffee said with a shrug, still peeing. 
“Y-yeah…” Ochre said, transfixed by what was happening. 
“Jeeze, Toffee, only day two and you got someone holding your crotch while you pee?” Smoke said, rubbing his eyes. The gray rabbit also had a soggy Pull-Up swaying between his legs, but it wasn’t nearly as saturated as the one in Ochre’s paw. 
“I just wanted to show our new friend how it’s done,” Toffee boasted.
“If you wanna see how it’s done, check out Slate,” Smoke said, pointing his thumb over at Slate. 
The husky pouted, and crossed his arms. His diaper was drooping nearly to his knees, swollen and fit to burst. “It’s not funny,” he said grumpily. 
Smoke and Toffee both giggled. “That’s not fair, diapers hold more,” Toffee said. 
Ochre removed his paw from Toffee crotch, and wiped it dry on his fur. He had to stifle a giggle at the silly sight of Slate’s soaked diaper nearly falling off him. He could tell that his new friend wasn’t actually upset about the state of his diaper, but he didn’t want to tease him anyway. He didn’t know him well enough. 
“Just wait ‘til Slate loads his pants. It’ll droop even more,” Toffee said, turning to face Ochre.
“I don’t’ always do that!” Slate protested, stomping his foot.
“I don’t know why not, it’s not like it really makes a difference. You wear diapers, why not just use em what they’re for?” Smoke said, poking Slate’s diaper.
“Cuz I’m not a baby!” Slate huffed.
“None of us are babies!” Toffee said with a big grin. “But we all potty our pants like we are. So why be ashamed of where you go? Just fill em up!” 
Slate turned away, but his wagging tail betrayed his fake huffy attitude. His stomach grumbled, and he knew that this was his cue to give his friends a show. He knew that he could make it to the bathroom, at least this time, but was also wearing a soaked diaper. There was no real point in keeping himself clean. They were all due for a shower anyway, so he could get a bit messy. He let his tail lift, and felt the eyes of Toffee, Smoke, and Ochre all on him. He bent his knees slightly, and with just a touch of a push he felt the seat of his diaper begin to fill. His cheeks grew pink with a bit of embarrassment as he messed his diaper out in the open. It was something he only ever did in front of his friends at camp. Normally if he had a messy accident, he'd either not notice it was happening until it was happening, or he’d be tucked away somewhere as he pushed. But in cabin 3212, this was something he could do in front of others without being ashamed.  He wasn’t the only camper who couldn’t reliably stay clean, and that gave him confidence to own his problems.  He continued pushing, feeling his already ruined diaper fill up even more, until eventually it was loaded down as far as it could go, and his belly was empty. 
Ochre stared in awe as Slate finished messing his diaper.  The husky had done it so casually, and the large fluffy tail above the heavy diaper wagged so happily that Ochre couldn’t deny that his fellow puppy friend had enjoyed every second of it. 
“See! Like that!” Toffee said, giving Slate’s diapers a few gentle pats, then one final push to squish it against Slate’s rump.
“Hey!” Slate protested. But despite his protests, he didn’t move away, or try to stop Toffee. He just let the rabbit squish his messy diaper against his but, and tried to hide the bump that was growing on the front of his diaper. 
“Come on, let’s get ready to go shower. We gotta make sure we’re here when Wowie shows up,” Toffee said, urging his friends to follow him. “Let’s see if Sticky wants to come with us,” Toffee said. 
“Who’s Sticky?” Ochre asked, tilting his head.
“Oh! Him!” Toffee said, pointing at a groggy looking coyote.
“His name is Sticky?” Ochre questioned.
“Nah, just a nickname,” Toffee explained.
“Why do you call him Sticky?” Ochre asked, wondering how someone would get a nickname like that.
“Cuz of this! Hey, Sticky,” Toffee called out. “Check it out, Slate totally pooped his diaper!” 
The coyote boy turned when he was called, and when his eyes landed on the sight of Slate’s full diaper, he suddenly shivered and his legs grew weak. His hips bucked, and his breathing grew harsh.
“Did he just…” Ochre asked, wide eyed.
“Yep!” Toffee said with a grin. “That’s why we call him Sticky, because his peepee is always sticky!” 
“It is not!” Sticky said from across the room.
“Is too! Now come on, Taupe, we’re gonna go shower so you don’t stink like pee,” Smoke said with a giggle.
Sticky, whose real name was Taupe, rolled his eyes but joined his group of friends. He’s stayed behind on the first day’s activities because he was worn out from a long car ride and other first day activities at camp, but he was very familiar with Toffee, Slate, and Smoke. He was also excited for their friend Wowie to show up. Wowie was missing from the first day, but they were holding out for hope that he would show up on day two. 
The group made their way to the showers together. They had their shorts on, sans diapers or Pull-Ups, and knew they needed to hurry to the showers to avoid any accidental wet spots on their shorts. Just because they were known pamper campers didn’t mean that they enjoyed having wet spots on their shorts. Except for Sticky, who loved the thrill of publicly wetting himself. 
In addition to his hair trigger, Sticky was well known for how often he wet himself.  It was rumored that he was actually fully potty trained, but had to stay with the pamper campers anyway because he chose to pee himself on purpose. Sticky tried not to admit to this being the truth. Sticky wasn’t ashamed of his love of wetting himself, but he didn’t want the wrong people to find out he loved smelling lightly of pee. He didn’t want the wrong people to find out that he loved the feeling of his briefs warming up, and getting a fresh yellow stain. He didn’t want the wrong people to find out that he was in full control when he’d make a big, dark, wet spot grow on his shorts and run down his legs. He didn’t want anyone to tell him to stop. He figured that if everyone thought that his “accidents” were accidents, no one would make him stop. Sure, they might get on him about not wearing Pull-Ups, but Camp Sunset was one of the only places he was able to wet himself openly. He didn’t care that some of the other campers teased him about it. The feeling of warm pee running down his legs always made his hair trigger go off, and his canid bits would twitch and jump in his pants as he’d cum in his wet undies. That was the thing he was known for. It didn’t matter how often he wet himself, or how he always smelled a little like pee. His nickname, Sticky, was his claim to fame. The coyote that you could make cum by just talking about how someone peed their pants, or fill their seat. He bore that nickname as proudly as he bore the wet stains on his clothes. 
The group showered quickly. They wanted to wash off their nighttime accidents, along with the more recent morning “accidents” they’d had. But mostly, they wanted to be quick so they could get their day started. They didn’t bother averting their eyes as they showered, letting their gazes linger on their friends’ intimate areas. They’d all seen them before. It wasn’t as though showering was any more intimate than watching their friend change into a dry Pull-Up, or helping them into a fresh diaper. The pamper campers were shameless, and proud. Once they were all clean, they rushed back to the cabin to get dressed, and prepare for the day.
Wowie opened the door to cabin 3212, wagging his tail excitedly. He stepped in, ready to see all of his friends from last year, but his tail stopped wagging when he saw that the cabin was completely empty. The familiar scents of the cabin lingered, which felt comforting in their own way, but without the friendly faces of the cabin’s occupants, the loneliness of camp felt that much lonelier. He wondered where his friends had wandered off to for the day. He knew that he would be able to catch up with them, but he remained anxious as he began putting his belongings in his foot locker. He wondered if maybe he’d been forgotten, or if the friends he’d made last year had maybe not even come back. He wondered if maybe he’d have to make new friends.  He tried to shake the nervous thoughts out of his head, but found it a little difficult. He finished putting his things away, and hopped on his bed. He curled his knees into his chest, and started thinking about where his friends may have gone. 
The blue puppy’s ears perked as he heard familiar voices outside the cabin. He leapt out of his bed, and stood safely in front of the door to greet his friends.  His tail wagged ceaselessly, filling the air behind him with loose blue fur as he wriggled in place. As he waited, he felt his bladder complain at him, but he knew it was no time to run off for a potty break. He could hold it, he told himself. “And even I can’t…oh well,” he thought, grabbing at himself and doing a small potty dance. 
“Wowie!” The group, short of Ochre, cried in unison. Toffee, Smoke, Slate, and Sticky all shared a hug, until eventually Ochre was pushed to the front of the group. The two dogs shared a shy grin, then an even shier hug, but both of their tails were wagging all the same. Wowie figured that any friend of his friends was a good guy, and Ochre figured the same. 
“This is Ochre. He pees his pants!” Toffee said, putting his paw on Ochre’s shoulders. 
Ochre rolled his eyes. “Are you gonna introduce me to everyone like that?” he asked. 
Toffee shrugged. “Not if you stop peeing your pants.”
Wowie giggled. “I’m Wowie,” the blue dog said. “I pee my pants too,” he continued, dropping his voice to a quieter tone. 
Ochre giggled along with Wowie. “That’s what the other person said too,” he said, thinking back on his meeting with Lilac. He wondered if she’d be joining them for the day briefly, but let his attention return back to his new blue friend. He and his group followed Wowie back into the cabin. 
“C’mon, we gotta hurry and get Slate into a diaper before he pees on the floor,” Smoke said, pushing Slate forward. Slate didn’t bother arguing. Smoke was right. Slate knew if he wasn’t diapered soon, his bladder wouldn’t care whether or not he was. 
The husky hopped on his bed, and waited for someone to help him. 
“Want a turn, Ochre?” Smoke asked, reaching into Slate’s foot locker. The rabbit pulled out a diaper and some baby power and tossed it on the bed.
“Can I help too?” Wowie asked, wagging his tail. 
Slate rolled his eyes. “Guuuys, I can do it myself,” he huffed. The rest of the group giggled.
“We know you can, but we’re not gonna let you,” Toffee said.  “Ochre and Wowie are gonna help you this time.”
Wowie stood on one side of the bed, and Ochre stood on the other. Wowie lifted Slate’s legs, helping the husky lift his butt as well, and Ochre slid the diaper under him. Wowie began dousing the husky’s crotch with baby powder, filling the air with the soft babyish smell of the scented powder. He made sure the husky’s black furred sheath was speckled finely with white soft powder, until the sheath was nearly completely coated with white, with only a small speck of red marring the whiteness as his lipstick poked out ever so slightly. 
Ochre admired his friend’s bits, which cute and small. Even smaller than his own he noticed. But he didn’t dare tease him, or comment on it. He just waited for Wowie to finish powdering Slate’s crotch, and when Wowie was finished, he pulled the front of the diaper over the husky’s crotch. He and Wowie both taped one side of the diaper on, and then helped Slate sit up.
“Thanks guys…” Slate said shyly, giving each of them a seated hug from his bed, before hopping up. 
“You’re welcome!” Wowie said happily, wagging his tail. As he wagged his tail, he felt something slightly off. He froze in place as he realized what it was. He squeezed his legs gently together, and felt a thickness that wasn’t there before, along with a squish. “Oh no…” he thought to himself. He’d wet his Pull-Up in his excitement, and hadn’t noticed. To make matters worse, he still had to go. And once he was aware of his soggy Pull-Up, his need to pee increased immediately. He hopped from foot to foot, then looked toward the bathroom. 
“Gotta go potty?” Toffee asked Wowie, a big grin stretched on his face. 
“Yeah…” Wowie said. He wasn’t sure why he wasn’t just immediately running to the bathroom. He wanted to run off and use the bathroom like he knew he should, but all of his friends just arrived. He didn’t want to run off just yet. But as he stood, his need to pee grew stronger and stronger.
“Uh oh, I don’t think he’s gonna make it,” Smoke teased, mimicking Wowie’s potty dance, grabbing at his own crotch. 
“Gonna run off and try to make it?” Sticky asked, a hint of curious hopefulness in his voice.
Wowie was the only one fully clothed at the moment, and the only one other than Slate wearing a protective garment of any kind. The other boys were wearing their loose shorts, and Wowie was painfully aware of the fact that he was the only one in the cabin in a Pull-Up. But his need to pee was getting too strong to care about anything more than relief. But the eyes looking at him with expectation made it hard to move. He thought one last time about making a dash for the potty, but knew it was no use. Instead, he gave in. His eyes fluttered as he lost control, and began soaking his Pull-Up. 
The cabin was mostly silent except for the sound of a soft hissing coming from Wowie’s crotch. The boys all watched with elation as their friend wet himself.  A sight they’d seen many times with many of their other friends, but for the pamper campers, it was always fun. It was a shared experience. Something that they all had gone through before, and something that brought them all together. Sticky shivered, and a few sticky strands began dripping from one of his pant legs as he let loose a small burst of spunk into the soft silk shorts he wore. A small damp spot grew on his shorts, but the other boys knew it wasn’t pee. The only scent of fresh pee in the room was coming from Wowie. 
Wowie squirmed as he finished wetting himself. He was only a little ashamed of what he’d done. He was mostly able to make it to the potty without issue. His nighttime wetting was his major issue, but right there in front of the other campers from cabin 3212, it suddenly wasn’t such a big deal he hadn’t made it to the potty. It wasn’t a big deal that he had peed without realizing it, only to choose to have an “accident” right in his pants. An accident that he could have avoided, if he had chosen to be a big boy and use the potty. 
“Now we all need a change!’ Toffee announced excitedly, once Wowie had clearly finished peeing.  Friendly, excited energy replaced the patient, focused energy of the room that had taken over while Wowie wet himself. Toffee tugged his shorts off, revealing his bits to the room without a care in the world. He wandered over to his foot locker fully naked, and took a little extra time getting a Pull-Up out of the package. He wiggled his butt at the rest of the group, and held the Pull-Up in his paw for a while, not bothering to get dressed. 
“Gonna stand around nakie?” Ochre asked, trying not to stare between his friend’s legs. 
“Sure, why not?” Toffee said with a cheeky grin.
“Cuz you’re gonna pee everywhere if you don’t put that on,” Smoke said, rolling his eyes. The gray rabbit opened his own foot locker, and tugged down his shorts. 
Toffee just played with his heavy sheath and pointed it at Smoke. “Aww, don’t want me to pee all over you again? You liked it last time,” the brown rabbit teased.
Smoke looked at the ground, and huffed. “Shush…”
“That’s not a no,” Toffee teased. 
Wowie giggled, thinking back on the night Toffee had pinned Smoke to the floor of the cabin. The boys had been doing a bit of naked wrestling, and Toffee ended up on top. Toffee, without a Pull-Up to stop the flow, accidentally lost control of his bladder and had peed all over Smoke. Rather than get upset, Smoke had instead gotten very quiet, and his cock sprung up quickly. All it took was a few teasing strokes of Toffee’s paw to make Smoke empty his balls with a few twitching spurts of his cock, and a powerful orgasm that would remain a core memory for him for years to come.  Wowie recalled rubbing himself off to the sight of the other boys playing with one another, so the idea of Toffee peeing on Smoke again was a welcome thought.
“It’s only day two, guys. Save some fun for the rest of the week,” Sticky said, sporting an obvious erection. He hadn’t cum on himself again, but he was close. 
Toffee rolled his eyes. “Whateeever. Let’s get dressed and go to the creek!” Toffee said, sliding on his Pull-Up.
They all dressed quickly and got into their Camp Sunset outfits. They wore matching light green shorts, but wore their own t-shirts that they brought with them and were not provided by the camp. Camp Sunset provided two pairs of green shorts, and one pair of green pants to all the campers that were not in cabin 3212 or 1655. The campers of those cabins were discreetly given an extra pair of each, to give them more outfits to change into when the inevitable accident. They were included with the additional cost that being part of those cabins came with. Every parent understood the necessity, and no one complained. They knew that fresh clothes were must, and they didn’t want to have to be doing laundry constantly. 
“So, how do you like Camp Sunset so far, Ochre?” Wowie asked, following the rest of the group toward the path to the creek.
“It’s fun! Everyone has been really nice so far. Especially everyone in our cabin,” Ochre said. 
“Our cabin is definitely nice! I think Slate is the grumpiest one and even he isn’t really that grumpy,” Wowie said. He was happy to have already met someone new in the cabin.  Their other old friend, Shade, had aged out of the camp and they’d shared a bittersweet goodbye, but they promised to stay in touch via social media, which they all did. But Ochre was a welcome addition to the crew, he thought. The golden retriever puppy was definitely short for his age, but held himself as though the shorter stature didn’t bother him. Wowie wondered just how long Ochre had left before he missed his potty-training deadline, or if maybe he’d already passed it. 
Even among the pamper campers, it was a subject that no one liked to talk about. Even Sticky, who never fully admitted to being potty-trained despite the rumors, didn’t talk about it much.  It was only ever mentioned if someone brought up their own, and whoever wanted to admit to their status. It was something to talk about to comfort those that missed the deadline, and offer comfort to the campers that were getting close. The campers that missed their deadlines always said it wasn’t so bad, and most of them meant it. 
	“You guys left without us,” a voice called behind the boys. 
	They all turned around to see Lilac looking at them with her arms crossed, tapping her foot. 
	“Sorry! We got all distracted because Wowie showed up, then we forgot,” Toffee said sheepishly. 
	Lilac rolled her eyes, then shook her eyes. “Me and Cocoa were waiting for you guys. You better make it up to us,” she demanded.
	“Okay…how?” Smoke asked.
	“We wanna join you guys for truth or dare later tonight,” Lilac offered up.
	“But…that’s always just been the boys!” Smoke said, unsure.
	“So? You guys will play with us at the pants off party but we can’t play truth or dare?” Cocoa, a deep brown furred kangaroo girl, pouted.
	“It’s different! Cuz our truths are secrets that girls aren’t supposta hear,” Slate piped up. 
	“C’mon, please? We promise it’ll just be us,” Lilac said, giving Toffee her best puppy eyes. Despite being a cougar, her puppy eyes were effective.
	“Okay fine, but only you two,” Toffee said rolling his eyes. “Now come on, I wanna get to the creek before anyone sees us down there,” he said, starting his way back to the creek.
	The group made their way to the creek, chatting idly amongst themselves as they walked, until the sound of rushing water could be heard. A few in the group squirmed a little at the sound. A small wet spot grew on Sticky’s shorts, with dribbles of piddle pouring out of his pantleg.  He didn’t bother hiding it. Once he felt himself leak a little, he just committed to wetting himself, pausing for a moment to let the rest of his bladder out. The girls giggled as Sticky wet his shorts, but didn’t say anything. They’d seen it plenty of times. 
	The group eventually made it to the creek, and they shouted with excitement as they saw it was even higher than it had been the year before. The water level of the creek varied, and sometimes it’d hardly be worth playing in, but that day the water was waist deep, and moving gently along. No risk of anyone getting swept away, and no risk of anyone being pushed somewhere they couldn’t stand up. The water was pristine and clear, without any murkiness that might go along with other creeks. The rocky bed of the creek didn’t kick up much mud, and the camp did their best to keep the mouth of the creek clear as well. It was a well-known secret that the camp kept the creek clear for camper shenanigans, for campers that wandered off where they were not officially allowed to be.  
	“Okay, last one in is a rotten egg!” Toffee shouted loudly. He immediately began to strip, and before others could even realize that the brown rabbit boy was nude, he had leapt into the water.  The others all undressed as quickly as they could. Sticky was the next one in, with no Pull-Up or diaper to tug down. Smoke helped Slate out of his diaper, and the two jumped in together.  Wowie and Ochre looked at the girls, who were mostly nude, and then at one another. They undressed a bit slower than the others, until they were only standing in their underpants. Ochre had chosen to wear a Pull-Up, but Wowie had chosen briefs. They were tinged a bit yellow, which Ochre took note of. Clearly, Wowie hadn’t done a great job keeping his undies dry in the past. 
	Lilac and Cocoa jumped in the water next, shrieking at the cold water. 
	Wowie nervously hid the growing tent in his undies, but Ochre shed his Pull-Up, not wanting to be left out. “Come on Wowie, let’s jump in together,” Ochre said, holding out his paw. Wowie, appreciating his friend’s gesture, shyly tugged his briefs down, and took Ochre’s paw.
	“Oooo, Wowie’s got a boner~” Toffee teased, giggling.
	“H-hey!” Wowie said, trying to cover himself with his free paw.
	“Aww don’t cover it up, let us see!” Cocoa called out. 
	Wowie, not wanting to be a stick in the mud, removed his paw, and revealed his peepee to the other campers. It bobbed between his legs, clearly excited by the sight of all the other campers splashing around in the nude.  He looked at Ochre, then jumped into the creek with him. 
	“Now you’re both rotten eggs!” Toffee said, giggling.
	Ochre and Wowie shrugged. Wowie playfully splashed at Toffee, who splashed back at him. Eventually, the group was all splashing and giggling together as they played in the creek. They splashed around for a while, until eventually they just wandered about the creek, enjoying the cool water as they explored the area. They didn’t stray too far from where they entered the creek, but they walked roughly 100 yards in each direction from the bank of the creek as they wandered about, talking with one another. 
	Ochre was amazed at how comfortable everyone seemed to be walking around in the nude.  He never did that at home, and especially not around other people. But all of his friends seemed so comfortable with it. It was hard for him not to be comfortable as well. The cold water was making his sheath shrink a bit, which made him a bit self-conscious, but he kept catching Lilac looking between his legs and smiling, so his nerves were waned a little. 
	“Ewwww I think I felt a wet spot!” Cocoa said, swimming away from Toffee.
	“You did! I’m peeing,” Toffee said proudly.
	“You’re gross,” Cocoa said, but she giggled as she said it. She didn’t swim away from Toffee, or try to get out of the way of Toffee’s piddle going into the water. “Two can play at that game though,” she said. The kangaroo girl slowly walked up to Toffee, and leaned back. She grunted a bit, and began spraying pee directly at Toffee. 
	“Hey! That’s different!” Toffee giggled. He too didn’t bother moving. Instead, he grabbed his sheath, and pointed it at Cocoa. The two playfully peed at one another until they were both emptied out. 
	Wowie stared openly at Cocoas Vulva as she peed on Toffee. The pink slit between her legs was more apparent as she spread it with her fingers, and the blue puppy felt himself getting hard again. He didn’t bother hiding it that time, though. He just let his red rocket slide out of his sheath. 
	Ochre saw Wowie’s peepee come into view, and was shocked when he felt his own sliding out as well. Lilac took notice of it as well, and she giggled.
	“Did you like watching Cocoa pee on Toffee?” she asked, playfully scooting closer to Ochre.
	“I-I dunno…” the golden retriever replied, feeling a bit sheepish about his red rocket jutting out in front of him. 
	“Want me to pee on you? I kinda gotta go,” Lilac purred.
	Ochre stammered for a moment, unable to find an answer. But Lilac took his stammering as a desire he couldn’t let himself speak into words. She pulled him close, and placed her vulva directly against Ochre’s thigh. He looked down at her private parts, feeling his own private part growing stiffer than he’d ever felt it before. He gasped as he suddenly felt a warm stream spraying against his leg, and the water around them took on a very light-yellow hue. Lilac just giggled, and peed on Ochre without stopping. 
	“Oops…I had to tinkle,” Lilac said, reaching a paw down to play with Ochre’s erect penis. “Hope you don’t mind,” she said, leaning in and nuzzling Ochre’s neck. 
	Ochre was frozen in place. Myriad sensations ran through him. The saw, wet paw on his length, the warm rattling feeling of Lilac’s pee on his leg, and the feeling of her breath on his neck was making it hard to think. He hardly was aware of where he was, as Lilac stroked him. Her pee stream died off, but she kept stroking him. “Gonna cum for me?” she said softly, so only he could hear. He couldn’t find any words, so he just nodded. He was going to pop, and soon. It was too much for him. Lilac peeing on him did something he couldn’t deny made him feel incredible. He yelped slightly as his rocket suddenly twitched, letting loose a few spurts of puppy spunk into the stream, which carried it immediately downstream. Luckily, no one was downstream of him so no one would have to avoid it. “Good boy,” he heard Lilac whisper. She nuzzled his neck, then released her grasp. “Now you owe me for later,” she said with a wink.
	“W-what?” Ochre asked in his afterglow.
	“I got you…now you gotta get me,” she purred. 
	“Oh…okay,” Ochre said, giving her a funny smile.
	Meanwhile, Wowie had been slowly pawing at himself as he watched Ochre get pleasured by Lilac. Wowie was surprised that not only had Ochre found himself a girl to play with by day two, but it had been Lilac. Lilac had never played with a boy, as far as he’d been told. He never saw he do it, even if she came to the pants off parties. She always just played with herself. He was fascinated by how intently she was focused on giving Ochre a good time. 
	“Playing all by yourself, handsome?” Cocoa said from behind Wowie.
	Wowie jumped slightly, startled, and turn to see Cocoa standing only a few inches behind him. “Umm…uh,” Wowie stammered.
	“Want some help? The other boys are too busy playing with each other,” Cocoa said, rolling her eyes, jabbing a thumb in the direction of Toffee, Smoke, and Slate. Wowie looked over, and saw the other three boys laying on a rock in the middle of the creek bed, above water level. Toffee had his mouth around Slate’s rocket, and Smoke had worked himself into Toffee’s rump. Sticky was just relaxing on the bank of the creek, enjoying the view of everyone having fun. Wowie wasn’t surprised by their antics, but was a bit surprised at how bold they were being in front of the girls. 
	“Come on, let me lend you a paw,” Cocoa said. She moved in front of Wowie, and rested her paw on his erect length. Wowie just nodded, and let his own paw wander between Cocoa’s legs.  The kangaroo girl gave him a flirty look, and pushed her hips forward. She rubbed her vulva on Wowie’s paw. “Is that what you wanted to feel?” she asked. 
	“Y-yeah,” Wowie mumbled squirming as he began wiggling a finger, pushing it inside of Cocoa. However, the kangaroo girl moved back a bit. “Ah ah ah, not yet. Just keep rubbing how you were,” she said, slowly moving her hips back to rest on the palm of Wowies paw. Wowie obeyed, gently rubbing Cocoa between the legs. He shuddered and panted as her paw slowly stroked him. It wasn’t as soft as it would normally be, with the water making her fur a bit heavy, but even her wet paw felt wonderful to him. It was always better than his own, and the feelings he was experiencing gave him just one more reminder why he liked Camp Sunset so much. 
	“Ya like what you see, Sticky?” Cocoa called out. 
	Sticky replied with a thumbs up, and an obvious shiver as he came on himself.
	“It’s always good having him around. He’s so easy to make pop. But what about you?” Cocoa cooed at Wowie. 
	Wowie just nodded. “This feels good,” he said shyly. He had never played with Cocoa before, but he found her cute all the same. She just hadn’t paid much attention to him year prior, paying more attention to Shade than any of the other campers. But in that moment, Wowie didn’t care if Cocoa hadn’t noticed him before. She was noticing him at that moment, which was good enough for him. 
	Cocoa moaned dramatically as Wowie rubbed between her legs. She had to admit, even the clumsy rubbing felt good. She wanted more, but she didn’t want to have much more fun than what she was doing at that moment. She wanted to wait until later to really enjoy herself. At that moment, she was plenty happy with a cock in her paw, and a paw between her legs. She worked her hips into Wowie’s paw, and the blue puppy worked with her. 
	Wowie panted and huffed, getting closer. He wasn’t sure how much longer he would last. “C-close,” he choked out. He felt Cocoa suddenly pick up her pace, and he knew it was over for him. He didn’t bother holding back. He let his orgasm blossom, and bloom, until eventually he let out a meek howl as he spurted into the water. He let loose several shots of puppy spunk into the stream, and it was carried away downstream toward Lilac and Ochre. He wanted to warn them, but he was too busy focusing on how good he felt as he came. 
	Cocoa squirmed as she got Wowie to finish. The sight of his cock spurting into the water sent her into spasms of her own. It wasn’t the strongest she’d ever had, but it was enough for her to shiver and pee a bit into Wowie’s paw as the pleasure overcame her. 
	“Oops, sorry,” the roo girl giggled
	Wowie was too out of it to care. He just smiled dumbly as he came back to reality as his orgasm waned. 
	The coyote boy on the bank spurted on himself again. The sounds and sights of his friends having their fun was always enough for him. Sure, he liked playing with others as well, but it was almost as fun just letting his hair trigger do all the work for him. Other boys might be embarrassed or ashamed of his issue, but he didn’t mind it so much. In Sticky’s eyes, it just meant he got to cum more. He’d worry about how long he lasted later in life. 
	The threesome on the rock came to its conclusion as well. Slate filled Toffee’s muzzle with puppy spunk, and Smoke filled Toffee’s muzzle with seed. Toffee stroked himself to completion on the rock. The three boys all peed together, with Toffee being used as a urinal of sorts. They washed quickly in the water, and soon everyone was too spent to do much talking or playing. 
The campers laid on their towels, still naked, to dry off. They let the sun warm their fur, and dozed lightly. When they needed to pee, they just peed. No one bothered to get up, as they didn’t feel the need to. They were among company that was prone to the same sort of thing, so a peed towel was no big deal. 
Eventually, the crew was dry enough to put their clothes back on, and they trudged their way back up to camp for dinner. 
In the dinner hall, the boys sat together, and the girls sat with the other girls. Such were the ways of the dinner hall. 
“Yuck, you like Pepsi?” Wowie asked, sticking his tongue out at Toffee’s choice of soda.
“What’s wrong with Pepsi?’ Toffee asked, taking a big, long drink of his soda. 
“Nothing…if you don’t have good taste,” Wowie teased, taking an equally long drink of his Coke. 
“You’re both wrong…root beer is where it’s at,” Smoke said, holding up his can. 
“Lemonade is better than soda,” Sticky piped up, drinking the sweet yellow beverage. 
“Apple juice is the best,” Slate said, holding up an oversized juice box. 
Ochre giggled as his friends bickered. He sipped on his cream soda, and stuffed fries into his muzzle. The food at the dinner hall wasn’t anything spectacular, but hot dogs and fries were hard to get wrong. As he ate, he squirmed a little. He felt the need to pee rising, and he wondered if he should try to use the bathroom. He knew he wasn’t supposed to use his Pull-Up, but it was so much more tempting to pee his pants when he wouldn’t actually get wet. His indecision eventually led to his body deciding for him, and he felt his crotch suddenly grow warm. He tried to hide the fact that he was wetting himself by focusing on his food, but the look of relief on his face spelled it out enough for the others. 
“Feel better?” Smoke teased, gently nudging Ochre. 
“Whaddya mean?’ Ochre asked sheepishly.
“Don’t think that just cuz I’m not a doggy like you I can’t smell fresh pee,” Smoke giggled. “You peed your Pull-Up,” Smoke said, keeping his voice politely low.
“Well, so what?” Ochre said with a huff. “I can smell that you did that too, before we even got into the dinner hall,” he said, sticking out his tongue. 
Smoke’s ears wiggled a bit, but he shrugged. “Fine, ya got me. Oh well, it’s not like we were gonna stay dry anyway. Plus, Sticky’s gonna be the one getting everyone’s attention eventually anyway.”
“Hey! I will not. They really, really don’t like it when I pee my pants in the dinner hall,” Taupe protested. 
“Well, maybe not inside, but as soon as we’re on grass…pssshhhhh,” Slate teased.
Taupe rolled his eyes. “Well, they can’t get mad at me for peein in the grass,” he said with a huff. 
“Yeah, it’s not like Sticky isn’t known for it anyway. He walks around camp with peepee pants all the time,” Toffee said, wiggling his fluffy tail. 
“Remember that time he peed his pants during campfire stories?” Wowie giggled.
“Oh yeah! Tell Ochre the story,” Smoke said excitedly. 
“So if you don’t get to campfire stories early enough you gotta sit on the ground. Well, we were a bit late getting there so we all had to sit on the ground. Then some girls sat in front of us, and didn’t know who they were sitting by. We probably should have warned em. Sticky peed his pants and it dribbled out in a stream in front of him and got this girl’s butt all wet, and everyone thought that SHE peed her pants!” Wowie said, laughing. “But Sticky was a nice guy and tried to make sure people knew it was him, but everyone was too busy giggling thinking it was her to listen. She was so mad at him, but she got him back later that week,” Wowie explained. 
Ochre was enraptured by the story. “How did she get him back?” he asked excitedly.
“Well, she was a wolf so she was pretty strong. She found him outside one day, pinned him down, and peed all over him! People stopped teasing her after that,” Wowie said, giggling.
Sticky squirmed in his seat, and shivered as he came in his shorts at the memory of the wolf girl, Rose, peeing on him. 
“There he goes!” Smoke giggled. “Sticky really likes pee, if ya didn’t know,” the rabbit explained to Ochre.  
“And messy diapers~” Toffee teased. 
“Hey, I do not!” Sticky lied.
“Well then how come we all saw you sniffing one of Slate’s mushy diapers?” Smoke asked, giggling.
“I-I thought it was only wet!” Sticky fibbed. 
Even Slate was giggling at the memory. “That’s not true. You changed me! You knew I was messy. We saw you sniffin’ it when you said you were taking it out to throw it away,”
Sticky opened his mouth to argue, but instead just let out a small yelp as he came in his shorts again, the memory of that night setting him off. He huffed, and crossed his arms. “Not true…” he mumbled. But, the wet splotch on his crotch didn’t lie.  “I’m gonna go pee now, you guys hurry up and eat,” he said, getting up.
The boys quickly finished eating, and found Sticky standing outside. His shorts were still dry, except for the cum stain he’d left on them. But that quickly changed as he saw his friends approaching. He leaned slightly to the side, and let his foot lift just a few inches off the ground. The canid habit of lifting his leg to pee was too strong to ignore sometimes. He let out a sigh of pleasure as he wet his shorts. Rivulets of pee poured out the legs of his shorts, and a dark spot quickly spread across the green fabric, darkening it as he peed. 
“Aaaahhh…much better,” the coyote moaned as he soaked himself. 
“Ah, come on Taupe, not near the dinner hall,” a red fox counselor said with a sigh.
“I’m in the grass!” Taupe protested.
“Whatever, just…clean yourself up later. And don’t whine when the other campers tease you about peeing your pants. You know better,” the counselor said, then walked away. 
Sticky just finished peeing, and shook his leg as his stream died off. Shortly after, he twitched and grunted as he came in his pants once more. 
“See, he really likes pee,” Wowie said with a giggle. 
“I guess so,” Ochre said, grinning widely.
“Yep! No denying that,” Taupe, the coyote everyone called “Sticky”, agreed. 
“Nice goin’ Sticky. Goin’ back to the pamper camper cabin?” a wolverine boy sneered as he passed by. 
“Sure am! Maybe I’ll see you there later. Don’t think I can’t smell those damp undies. Forget to shake? Or maybe did ya wait too long and go a little before ya go em off?” Sticky replied with a smirk. The wolverine gave him the finger, and kept walking with a huff. 
“Jerk,” Sticky said, then turned to face his group. “Guess what guys. I peed in my pants!” The coyote said with a big grin.
The group shared a laugh as they made their way back to the cabin. They made short work of changing their clothes, Pull-Ups, and Slate’s diaper, and were in their pajamas quickly. All of the boys, including Sticky, were now in Pull-Ups. Wowie had put his on discreetly, so the other boys weren’t 100% sure if the blue puppy was wearing one, but they’d find out soon enough. 
“You guys all ready to go?” Toffee asked, taking a peek outside. 
“Yep!” the group said in unison.
“Don’t forget, we gotta wait for Lilac and Cocoa,” Smoke said. 
They waited patiently for the girls to join them, then made their way to cabin 6116 quietly. Toffee did the secret knock, and Copper’s head poked out the slightly open door to greet them. “Hey, what are you guys doing with girls?” the tiger asked with a frown. “You know the rules. Truth or Dare is a boy’s only activity on night 2. The girls get their own later,” 
“I told them they could come cuz we accidentally forgot to invite em to the creek with us earlier. C’mon Copper, can ya make an exception just this once? I’ll make it worth your while~” Toffee said, eyeing Copper’s crotch. The tiger rolled his eyes. “Fine. But they’re only allowed to ask truth or dare to your crew. None of the other boys, fair?” 
“Fair!” the girls said in unison. 
The tiger let them in, and the game quickly began.
“Okay guys…and girls,” Copper mumbled, “since there’s new people here we’ll do a quick run down of the rules. First rule, no dares that will get anyone hurt. Second rule, if you back out of a truth or dare, you have to do two of the option you didn’t pick. So if you pick truth, and back out, you gotta do two dares, and vice versa. Third rule, the truths stay in the cabin. If I hear word of anyone spreading rumors from what they hear here tonight, you are BANNED,” he said. “These are the sacred rules of cabin 6116’s truth or dare, passed down for years. If everyone understands, I’ll start it off. Toffee, truth or dare?” 
“Dare!” Toffee replied.
“Suck my dick until I cum,” Copper said, making good on Toffee’s offer.
“My pleasure~” the brown rabbit boy said. He waited patiently Copper to pull his penis out, and once the tiger had his sheath on display he began to play with it. “Slate, truth or dare? Answer quick before I have a mouthful,” he said, wiggling his tail. 
“Ummm…truth,” Slate said after a moment’s thought. 
“Do you like wearing diapers?” Toffee asked. He knew the answer, but liked hearing Slate say it anyway. That, and he didn’t have much time to think of a question. Copper’s cock was sliding out of his sheath, and Toffee had work to do. He lowered his mouth over Copper’s crotch, and took the tiger’s peepee into his muzzle. He rolled his tongue all over it, making good on his offer to “make it worth Copper’s while”. The tiger just happily moaned as he was blown, and waited for Slate to reply.
Slate huffed, and rolled his eyes. “Ugh, you always ask that first…fine. Yes, I like wearing diapers, and I don’t care if I ever get out of them,” Slate admitted. The cabin giggled politely, but didn’t tease. 
“Currant, truth or dare,” Slate asked, pointing to a red fox.
“Uh…dare,” the red fox said timidly. 
“I dare you to…put one of my diapers one!” Slate said giggling.
“What? No way!” Currant argued.
“Are you backing out?” Copper asked, looking at Currant. 
“…no,” Currant said with a sigh. “Gimme one of your stupid diapers,” he grumbled. 
The cabin giggled a bit more as Slate gave the fox one of his diapers. Slate had packed a few extra for this exact sort of dare. The cabin watched with rapt attention as the red fox shed his pants and underwear, and clumsily taped himself into the diaper. “There, happy?” 
“You might wanna tighten that up, it might leak like that,” Smoke teased.
“I’m not gonna use it!” Currant argued.
“Don’t be so sure yet,” Copper said with a smirk.
Currant fussed for a moment, then turned his attention back to Copper. “Okay then, Copper, truth or dare,” the fox spat. 
“Truth,” Copper said.
“Do you think it’s cute when boys wear diapers?” the red fox asked.
Copper paused for a moment. He frowned, then growled at Currant. “I do…” he said after a moment. Currant smirked, and spread his legs, showing off his diaper to Copper, “oooh, guess maybe I’ll get lucky next.”
“Shut up,” Copper grumbled. “You, new kid, Ochre right? Truth or dare,” the tiger said, pointing at the golden retriever puppy.
“Um…dare,” Ochre said as boldly as he could. 
“I dare you to…let me pee in your Pull-Up when I finish with Toffee’s mouth,” Copper said, letting out a small pleasured noise as Toffee picked up his pace. 
“Okay, deal,” Ochre said, wagging his tail a bit. That dare didn’t seem so bad, after all. “Do I have to wait to do my dare before I take my turn?” he asked. 
“Don’t worry….nnfff, I won’t be long,” Copper said, panting and huffing. Ochre waited a few minutes, and eventually everyone heard Copper grunt and groan as he came in Toffee’s muzzle. The rabbit boy expertly gulped down the tiger’s load, then licked his lips clean. He sucked the tiger’s spent cock until Copper gently pushed him away. The tiger stood up, and pointed his cock at Ochre. “Open up, I always gotta whizz real bad after I cum,” he explained.
Obediently, Ochre pulled his shorts down enough to reveal his Pull-Up, then pulled the waistband of his Pull-Up out so Copper could pee into it. He sheepishly watched his cock slide out of his sheath as Copper grew closer, and as soon as Copper looked into the puppy’s Pull-Up. “Oh, interesting. You like this?” Copper asked, seemingly asking in earnest. 
Ochre shrugged. “Never had it happen before…maybe?” he said. 
Copper just grinned and nodded, then let out a sigh as he began peeing into Ochre’s Pull-Up. 
Ochre got even harder as the warm pee splashed his erect length. The feeling was unique but he had to admit he liked it. He was pretty happy with himself for choosing dare, if this was all he had to do. 
Copper’s stream eventually died off, and he shook himself dry. “Alright, your turn,” Copper said. 
Ochre opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Sticky grunting as he came in his pants, the sight of Copper peeing in Ochre’s Pull-Up setting him off. 
“Ummm…Lilac, truth or dare,” Ochre asked, looking at the cougar girl after Sticky’s little interruption. 
Lilac thought for a moment. “Dare,” she purred, looking right at Ochre.
“I dare you to, um…put your head in my lap and snoof my soggy Pull-Up until I tell you to stop,” Ochre dared.
Lilac’s eyes brightened. She crawled over to Ochre, and without hesitation, she buried her crotch in Ochre’s lap, and sniffed deeply. It wasn’t Ochre’s pee that she smelled, but she didn’t mind. She was just happy to have her head in his lap. 
“Cocoa, truth or dare,” Lilac purred, her eyes closed as she sniffed Ochre’s crotch.
“Truth,” Cocoa said with a giggle.
“When’s the last time you pooped your panties?” Lilac asked.
A small round of giggles erupted in the room. 
Cocoa huffed. “That’s not fair and you know it,” Cocoa whined. 
“Are you backing out of the truth?” Lilac asked.
“No…fine. It was yesterday,” Cocoa huffed. “I couldn’t hold it on the way to camp and my stomach was upset cuz we ate fast food,” the kangaroo girl explained away. “There, happy?”
“Yep~” Lilac purred, pushing her muzzle more firmly into Ochre’s crotch. She felt the bulge of his erection pushing against her nose. She wanted what was inside the boy’s Pull-Up, but she knew she needed to wait. 
“Wowie, truth or dare?” Cocoa asked, turning to face the blue puppy.
Wowie paused and thought for a moment. “Dare!” he said as boldly as he could manage. 
“I dare you to lick Sticky’s peepee clean,” Cocoa giggled. 
“But…that will just make him shoot again!” Wowie said, “that’s not fair.” 
Copper held up his paw. “Wowie does have a point. Giving Sticky a lick job is like that one story with the guy pushing a rock up a mountain. Sissy fist or whatever. Even Toffee only had to blow me once. Seems kinda unfair.”
“Fine, how about this. If Wowie licks Sticky clean until I tell him to stop, I’ll let Wowie put his peepee inside of me in front of everyone,” Cocoa said, giving the boys in the room a big smirk. “WITH a condom, she clarified.”
Copper looked at Wowie. “Seems like a fair dare to me. I’ll allow it,” the tiger said. 
Wowie looked at Sticky, who was already tenting his shorts, then at Cocoa, who playfully spread her legs. Wowie felt his sheath stir, and his mouth made his decision before his brain did. “Deal,” he heard himself say. Once the word left his mouth, he knew there was no going back. He crawled across the floor toward Sticky, who smirked and spread his legs. “Have fun, good luck,” the coyote said with a grin. Wowie looked at his friends already cum-stained shorts, and then carefully tugged them down to reveal Sticky’s erect length. The blue puppy had seen it plenty of times, but never quite so close, and he’d never given a lick job to the coyote before. He’d licked a few of his other friends before, but never Sticky. He steeled himself, and let his warm tongue lick the canid length in front of him from base to tip.
Sticky immediately erupted, and came all over Wowie’s face. Wowie grumbled, and did his best to wipe himself clean with a paw, then got back to work attempting to lick Sticky clean. He did this for nearly five minutes, feeling his face get painted over and over again with coyote spunk until eventually Sticky was shooting blanks, moaning and squirming as he dry came. This gave Wowie the opportunity to actually properly lick Sticky clean. 
“Okay, that’s enough,” Cocoa said in awe. The rest of the cabin was also impressed. No one had ever seen Sticky cum so much that he ran out of spunk to give. Sticky just laid in a daze, hardly able to stay awake as his body had gone into a state of pleasured shock, moaning and mumbling. 
“C’mere,” Cocoa said. She motioned for Wowie to come closer to her, and when the blue puppy was close enough, she licked his face clean of some of Sticky’s spunk. “Thought I might help with that,” she said warmly. “Guess I’ll make good on my offer,” Cocoa said. She pulled a condom out of her pocket. “Always be prepared,” she said with a wink, handing it to Wowie.
Wowie, already in a daze from what he’d been doing, wasted no time shedding his pants and underwear, and tossing them to the side. His red rocket bobbed between his legs, and he fumbled with the condom for a bit, before eagerly rolling it over his cock. He watched as Cocoa shed her pants, and the cabin seemed to get even more quiet than before. Cocoa removed her panties, and spread her legs, showing off her vulva to the room. 
“You ready?” she asked Wowie. The blue dog nodded, staring intently between Cocoa’s legs. “Ask someone truth or dare first. Don’t want to stop the game,” she teased.
Wowie nearly whimpered. “S-Smoke, truth or dare?” 
Smoke snapped back to attention, trying not to openly stare at Wowie’s condom-covered cock. 
“Dare,” Smoke said, trying to hide the erection in his pants. 
“I dare you to take your Pull-Up off and pee your pants,” Wowie said.
“But…I’ll make a mess!” Smoke whined.
“I’ll get a towel,” Copper grumbled, getting up to get a fresh towel. The tiger hadn’t bothered to put his sheath away, wandering around with his pants still around his ankles. He kicked them off, and walked half nude to the bathroom and returned with a thick towel. “Pee yourself outside, then sit on this,” he said.
“But!...fine,” the rabbit relented. He pulled his pants down, grumbling the whole time, and kicked away his Pull-Up before pulling his pajama bottoms back up, and sneaking outside to wet himself. 
Wowie focused his attention back on Cocoa, and wasted no time scooting forward to push himself into her. He’d only ever done such a thing once before at camp, but he had enjoyed it very very much. He pushed himself into Cocoa, hearing her let out a small squeak of pleasure as Wowie entered her. The blue puppy didn’t know much more than to just thrust his hips, so that’s what he did. He pushed his hips forward and pulled them back quickly, thrusting over and over into Cocoa. 
The rest of the cabin watched in awe as Wowie fucked Cocoa openly on the floor of the cabin. Copper grumbled to himself, a bit grumpy that truth or dare had gone in such a way, but the erection he was sporting betrayed his grumpy feelings. He couldn’t deny that he was enjoying the show. 
“Did I miss it?” Smoke asked, walking back into the cabin. His pajama bottoms were soaked, with a clear wear spot on the light blue cloth pants. 
“Nah, but I don’t think he’ll last long at this rate,” Toffee said, openly playing with himself as he watched.  The other boys were all doing the same, short of Ochre, whose pants had been shed by Lilac. 
The cougar had sneakily begun blowing Ochre while everyone else was paying attention to Cocoa, and her paw was between her legs playing with her pussy as she blew the golden retriever that drove her crazy. She wanted him so badly, and didn’t know why. She was just happy he was in her muzzle finally, and she could taste him.
Cocoa was whining as Wowie fucked her. Her body was wrought with tingling pleasure as the blue puppy’s cock pounded her. They rocked on the floor together until Cocoa cried out in pleasure, cumming hard around Wowie’s cock. Her pussy gripped him tightly, and the sensation pushed Wowie over the edge as well. He let out a strained howl and began cumming inside of Cocoa, the condom doing its job of making sure his spunk didn’t leak out. 
Sticky came once more, a dry orgasm wracking him. Toffee grunted as he came on the floor, and Copper was short to follow. The other boys were all quick to pop as well, with Currant even spurting into his diaper, not wanting to make bad on his dare. Slate spurted into his diaper as well, and Smoke shot all over his towel. 
Ochre came hard in Lilac’s muzzle, with his paw held tightly over his own to stop from making a lot of noise. Lilac moaned around Ochre’s cock as she swallowed every last drop of his seed, and she came hard into her Pull-Up. 
The cabin was still for a moment, as they all enjoyed their afterglow.
Copper sighed, then grumbled. “This is exactly why girls aren’t allowed at truth or dare…” he said wiping a way a pool of spunk he’d left on the floor. The group shared a quiet laugh, then decided it was time for the night to end. They cleaned up, washed up, and went back to their bunks.
As Wowie lied in his bed, he thought about the day he’d had. If the second day of Camp Sunset had been this full of fun and naughty adventure, he couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the two weeks held in store for him.