Kendall scampered out of his room excitedly, nearly crashing into his little brother along the way. “Sorry!” he called out, steadying the somewhat dizzy looking collie pup he’d nearly collided with.  The younger collie steadied himself, then looked up at his big brother with a small frown. 
      “You gotta be careful…” the young collie pouted. He was squirming a little. “You almost knocked me over on my way to the potty,” he said, still squirming.  The younger pup was doing a pretty obvious potty dance, but had seemingly been distracted from his trip to the bathroom by the interaction.
      “Well then you better go!” Kendall encouraged, giving his brother a big smile. “No accidents today, right?” he said encouragingly.
      The younger pup smiled. “Right!” he replied, but didn’t seem to be making any progress to the bathroom.  A small wet spot blossomed on his crotch as he smiled up at his big brother.
      “Better hurry!” Kendall said, pointing toward the bathroom.  The younger pup suddenly remembered what he was doing, and then quickly ran off toward the bathroom.  
      “You’re one to talk…” a voice called sarcastically from a nearby room.  Kendall flattened his ears at big his sister’s comment.
      “Hey…” Kendall said sheepishly, “I’ve been really good lately!”
      “Aren’t you going out to play with your friends?” the female voice called out again. 
      “Well yeah, but…” Kendall protested.
      “Then don’t wear those new shorts mom gave you,” the voice said sternly. 
      “Fiiiiinnnneee,” Kendall said, rolling his eyes. He tromped back into his room, and pulled his new shorts down to his ankles, and kicked them to the side.  He looked down at his undies, a pair of cartoon briefs with prints of his favorite TV show, the Hero Hounds.  They were slightly yellowed, but most of his undies were at this point.  As much as he didn’t like being told what to do by his big sister, she was probably right. His mom wouldn’t be too happy with him if he got his new shorts dirty while he was playing with his friends outside. And as much as he didn’t like being teased by his sister about his accidents, she wasn’t entirely wrong there either.  
      Kendall’s room already smelled lightly of stale piddle due to his mattress and sheets, but the truth of it was that the pup was not the greatest at keeping himself dry during the daytime either.  He would never admit it out loud, but a lot of his accidents weren’t really accidents.  But that didn’t stop him from doing his best to be a good role model for his younger brother, who was struggling with his own potty training.  
      Kendall often wondered, however, if the younger pup’s accidents were all genuine accidents.  He’d seen his brother, Owen, squirming in front of the TV watching cartoons several times. And a good few of those times, it didn’t seem like the pup was all that interested in actually making it to the potty despite clearly knowing he needed to go.  Owen never seemed all that upset whenever he’d go in his pants, but Kendall was always there to comfort him despite this.  Being no stranger to accidents himself, Kendall was happy to help Owen get cleaned up and either put into a new pair of undies, or helped into Pull-Ups if he’d had too many accidents to warrant staining another pair that day. Sometimes to cheer his brother up, he’d wear a Pull-Up along with him just to make him feel better.  This always made Owen giggle.  
      Kendall’s sister Penelope, however, was a bit more grossed out by the accidents and often let Kendall handle them when she was babysitting them.  Being six years older than him, she had gotten well past the age where peeing her pants was something she ever dealt with.  She’d never been a bedwetter either, so didn’t have the same kind of sympathy for Kendall as Kendall did for Owen.  When it came to Owen, the preschooler pup was expected to have accidents so she didn’t think much of it. However, when her grade schooler brother came home with a pee stain on his shorts, she would often tease him when their parents were not around.  She would tease him that Owen was going to be potty trained better than he was, and he’d fuss and pout, but he wondered if that might actually be true.  
      Kendall searched around his room for his play shorts, and found them tucked away under his bed.  He wagged his tail a little as he pulled them up to his muzzle for a quick sniff.  They smelled like dried pee, and he felt his sheath stir a little from the smell. He didn’t know why he liked the smell so much, but he didn’t’ really care either.  He pulled them on, and then made his way back out of his room.  
      Kendall heard the toilet flush, and soon after Own stepped out of the bathroom looking proud. 
      “I made it!” Owen boasted proudly, running up to Kendall and giving him a quick hug.
      “Good job, buddy!” Kendall said with a grin, rubbing his brother between his ears. He didn’t comment on the noticeable dark spot on his brother’s pants, as he didn’t want to discourage him. The pup had mostly made it to the bathroom in time, and that’s what mattered. 
      “I’m gonna try to stay clean all day!” Owen boasted.
      “Don’t try too hard,” he said giving his brother another quick hug, then leaning in and whispering “I’m not gonna be trying at all.”  
      Owen nodded and giggled a little. “Oooh, big bro gonna have a on purpose accident today?” the younger pup asked in a whispered. Kendall nodded his head yes. Owen giggled a little more, and whispered “well then big sis is gonna have to wash two pairs of undies today,” he giggled, then wandered back toward the playroom where he’d been playing before. 
      “I’ll be home when the street lights come on!” Kendall called out from the front door as he hastily put his shoes on. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, and opened the front door roughly.
      “You better!” Penelope called out from her room. Kendall rolled his eyes, and then ran out of his house eagerly, taking in the fresh scents of the autumn air.  
      The weather was still warm, the remnants of summer still present.  It wasn’t hot, but it was definitely not jacket weather yet.  It would be at least another few weeks before Kendall would need even a light jacket.   He made his way toward the playground where he and his friends were due to meet, and hummed a happy tune to himself as he hurried along to the park.  
      Upon reaching the park, Kendall climbed to the highest point of the playground and looked out over the neighborhood, looking to see where his friends may be. He wagged his tail eagerly as he saw them walking together in the distance.  A tiger cub and a fox kit walked together toward the park, and Kendall could hardly wait for them to see him.  He’d waited so patiently for the weekend, after joining his new school, that the thought of seeing his new friends had made him nearly unable to sleep the night before.  As he waited, he realized that in his excitement he’d entirely forgotten to use the bathroom before leaving the house.  He giggled to himself a little as he realized this, wondering if his friends had “forgotten” to use the bathroom too.  
      The tiger cub, Simon, and the fox kit, Rick, hurried their way to the park together once they saw the playground come into view. They nearly ran once they saw that Kendall was already there waiting for him.
      “Race ya!” Simon said, suddenly bolting full speed toward the playground.
      “Unfair!” Rick called after Simon, trying to keep up.  Despite his best efforts, he knew there was no way he could keep up with the more athletic tiger, especially since he had a minor head start.  But that didn’t stop him from trying as he sprinted after Simon. 
      Kendall grinned as he watched his two friends sprint toward the park, and he slid happily down the slide down from his post to be able to greet them at ground level.  He popped out of the slide and nearly tumbled to the ground, the pebble rocks of the playground not giving him great traction as the speed of the slide dumped him out roughly.  He regained his balance, and walked toward his two friends as they ran toward him.  
      Simon and Rick both arrived out of breath, Simon getting to the playground roughly five seconds before Rick, and he grinned back at him cockily. 
      “Beat you,” Simon said, panting a little.
      “So what?” Rick replied, rolling his eyes. 
      “So that means you gotta play Simon says,” the tiger said with a smirk.
      “That’s unfair!” Rick protested, finally catching his breath.
      “Well then next time, beat me,” Simon said with a shrug. 
      Rick lightly kicked at the pebbles and scowled at the ground. “Next time don’t give yourself a head start…”
      Kendall just laughed kindly at them both. “Sorry Rick, I bet you’ll beat him next time,” Kendall said with a small smile, reaching out to rest a paw on Rick’s shoulder. 
      “So you’re taking his side? Great,” Rick said, rolling his eyes once more. 
      Kendall stuck out his tongue at Rick, then looked over at Simon. “We were gonna have to play Simon says at some point anyway, you might as well get yours out of the way now,” he said.
      Simon puffed out his chest a little, then looked over at Rick.  “Yeah, I’ll even take it easy on you this time.  Simon says, drink a whole bottle of water right now,” the tiger commanded.  His version of “Simon Says” was a bit different than the normal version of the game. Rather than the usual game, where “Simon” would be traded among the group, the three of them had to play his version. It was a game they had all agreed on together, so it wasn’t as though Simon was being bratty. His game was more of a “I dare you to do this” type of game than an actual game.  Whenever Simon won some kind of challenge, like an impromptu race or a stone skipping contest, he was allowed to tell the others to do something. But if he lost, then he’d have to do whatever the other person said. If he came in last, then he had to do what both Rick and Kendall told him. However, being the most athletic of the group, he often stuck to physical challenges. 
      Rick grinned a little when he heard the command.  It sounded like Simon was wanting the events of the day to kick off a little earlier than usual. Rules were rules, however, so he obediently unslung his backpack off his back, and opened it up.  He took out one of the bottles of water from his bag, and unceremoniously chugged it.  “There, happy?” he said, tossing the plastic bottle into the nearby trash bin.
      Simon nodded, but then quirked his head to the side when he saw Kendall smirking at him. “What?” he asked, giving the border collie pup a curious look. 
      “Well, I beat you both here, so I think you should drink a bottle of water too!” Kendall said, wagging his tail a bit. 
      “But…that’s not…” Simon fussed, looking a little taken aback.
      “Fair? Neither is a race without warning,” Kendall replied.
      Simon huffed, but wordlessly unslung his own backpack and got a water bottle out, drinking it quickly. “There, now we’re even,” he said, looking back over at Rick.  Rick giggled a little. 
      “Guess Kendall has the advantage today then,” Rick said, putting his backpack back on. 
      The pup nodded, then shrugged. “Well, I am a bit thirsty actually,” he said with a coy grin.  He followed suit, and drank a bottle of water from his own bag. “Now we’re all even.” 
      Simon, happy to have mostly accomplished his goal, swayed his long feline tail as he looked between the two. “Well, what should we do first?” 
      The three boys played on the playground for a while, climbing around the jungle gyms and racing one another across the monkey bars. They spent some time on the swings, and in general made use of all the fun things the park had to offer. But they all quietly knew the reason why they were hanging around the playground for now.  The real fun was coming later, and they were just killing time until they would make their way into the thicket of woods near the park to have some adventures away from any prying eyes.  
      Kendall was the first to make an indication that they would likely be leaving the playground soon.  The bottle of water he’d quickly chugged had finally caught up to his already somewhat full bladder, and he thoughtlessly grabbed at himself as the three were hanging out on one of the jungle gyms.  Simon and Rick immediately noticed, and grinned. 
      “Uh oh, I think Kendall is gonna be first today,” Rick said, slyly reaching over to poke the pup’s belly.  
      Simon smirked, and looked over at Kendall. “Isn’t he usually first anyway?” he teased.
      Kendall blushed, but giggled a little and looked at the ground. “Yeah, but not always, Soggy Simon,” he teased back. 
      It was the tiger’s turn to blush at his nickname, chuffing as he looked away with a playful pout on his face. “I’ll have you know I was dry all week,” he said proudly. “Even at bedtime,” he lied. 
      Rick gave him a sidelong look. “Well that would be new,” he said suspiciously. “Wonder why you came back to class wearing a different pair of shorts after lunch then.” 
      Kendall giggled even more at Simon’s reaction, the tiger snapping his head to glare at Rick. “I told you, I spilled my apple juice!” he protested.  “Everyone saw it!” he hissed. “Besides, you’re one to talk, Baby Ricky. Maybe next time I won’t bring you your spare shorts and undies next time you fill your pants.”
      “That was only once!” Rick squeaked. His cheeks burned under his fur, and he looked between Kendall and Simon with wide eyes. 
      Kendall and Simon looked at one another then back at Rick with matching smirks. “Once this year,” Kendall reminded the fox.  
      “Oh pipe down, Puppy Pees a Lot,” Rick growled, crossing his arms. 
      The three of them looked at one another, each with their own embarrassed and pouty expressions, until they all burst into laughter.  The truth of it all was that they’d all rightfully earned those nicknames, and they knew it. It was why they’d become such good friends in the first place.  Rick was the first to be taken under the wing of his friends after a particularly embarrassing event in kindergarten where he’d been too shy to ask for the bathroom on his first day, ending up with a pair of messy undies.  Kendall and Simon, both sympathetic to the accident versus the other students who all teased him, had come to his rescue and become fast friends with the fox so that he wouldn’t be alone.  The other two were late bloomers of their own, only having gotten out of Pull-Ups late into preschool, so they didn’t find the accident as funny as the others did.  Kendall was next to earn his nickname that year, wetting his pants during recess twice in a week. His friends came to his rescue as well, comforting him after the embarrassing accidents rather than teasing him.  Finally, Simon got his moniker after peeing himself during naptime.  After that, the three had their own unofficial club.  The other students found it a bit less funny when there were three of them who’d had accidents, so the nicknames they’d been given eventually faded out among the other classmates. But they held on to them for one another, the names reminding them of why they’d become such good friends in the first place.
      Outside of school they’d managed to prove that their nicknames were not undeserved.  Their playdates very often included a change of pants or two, and it was revealed that both Kendall and Simon were bedwetters. Rick was able to keep his bed dry, but his friends seemed to have a bad influence on him and he found himself having nighttime “accidents” halfway through kindergarten year, which had not seemed to stop.  Once they had all established that it was fun going in their pants rather than using the potty, they were all hooked. Simon and Kendall had genuine trouble making it the potty sometimes, but Rick had chosen to play along and start going in his pants on purpose around the house, feigning accidents. 
      As the three laughed, Kendall squirmed a bit more and grabbed as his crotch, feeling a small blossom of warm spread under his paw.  He blushed a bit, and looked sheepishly at the other two. 
      “We were right! Kendall was first! Simon says, you gotta let go all the way!” Simon jeered, pointing at Kendall’s crotch. Kendall mock pouted, and dramatically drooped his ears. 
      Kendall knew he’d been caught, and he was a good sport after all.  “Oh no…” he said, taking on a more puppyish tone in his voice “I’m gonna go weewee in my pants,” he whined in his babyish voice.  He moved his paw from his crotch to reveal the small wet patch he’d made, a genuine “accident” despite it being somewhat manufactured.  He put on his best pouty puppy face, spread his legs, and relaxed his bladder. The small wet patch grew immediately larger and spread across his lap, then began dripping down below him. “I can’t howd it!” he lisped as he wet himself, his shorts clearly showing his “accident” spreading across his shorts.  The warm wetness made him shiver a little as he relieved himself.  He was shocked to see how much he was going as he heard his stream splattering in a puddle below them on the jungle gym. As he wet himself, he forgot that there were more than just his friends watching him wet himself. 
      Simon and Rick watched with rapt attention as Kendall soaked his shorts. It wasn’t a new thing for them, but it was fun every time. They didn’t avert their gaze at all as Kendall had his “accident” right there in front of him.  The two other boys giggled to themselves as they watched, but realized that they had taken their game a bit more public than usual.  Normally they’d have tucked themselves away in the woods for this game, but Kendall had so happily played along with Simon’s request that they hadn’t considered any onlookers.
      “Mommy, that big boy is peeing his pants!” a childish voice called out with a loud giggle. 
      “Hush, I’m sure he’s very embarrassed,” a voice called back, seemingly the mother of the cub who’d taken notice of the accident.
      Kendall snapped back to reality as he finished peeing, realizing he’d wet himself at a playground where cubs other than his own friends were playing. “We should go to the woods,” he said sheepishly, looking at his large, obvious pee stain on his shorts.  Simon and Rick nodded, realizing how public this spectacle had been as they felt the eyes of other cubs playing at the playground.  Assorted other voices had chimed in quietly to their friends, and Kendall tried to ignore them as he hopped down from the jungle gym and hurried quickly toward the woods.  Simon and Rick were quick to follow.  
      They crashed their way into the woods until they found their usual clearing, and panted as they caught their breath after the rushed hike through the brush.  Kendall looked down at his obvious wet stain, and knew that anyone who was at the park would have undoubtedly seen that he’d peed his pants.  He felt his face blush hotly, but his tail wagged despite the embarrassment. He playfully tried to cover the wet spot with his paws, and looked at Simon and Rick. “I hadda peepee accident in my big boy pants…” he said babyishly, squirming and wiggling like he’d seen his little brother do after an accident. 
      Simon and Rick giggled to themselves at Kendall’s antics, but they had their own game to play soon. Simon had a stronger bladder than Kendall for sure, but he had his own issues as well.  Once his bladder reached near capacity, he was unable to stop it from coming out. He was on a schedule of very specific potty breaks to stop himself from having accidents, but when he was out playing with his friends, he never stuck to it.  His parents were sympathetic and well aware that Simon never seemed to come home with dry pants when he’d play with his friends, but they didn’t think much of it.  If Simon could have accidents, and still have friends, then there was no reason to worry about Simon’s potty problems. He’d surely grow out of them. Or at least, that’s what his parents hoped. 
	As such, Simon knew he was likely next to go in his shorts, so he had to formulate a plan so that he would “win” the game for the day.  He looked at Kendall’s shorts, then back at Rick. “Hey Rick…Simon says, sniff Kendall’s crotch!” he said with a smirk. 
	Rick looked at him quickly, and frowned. “Hey, no fair, we don’t usually do that until we all do it…” he protested.  
	Simon shrugged, and swung his tail around casually. “Well, if you’re chicken, then whoever sniffs Kendall’s crotch first is the winner,” he said with a grin, already starting to kneel down.  
	Kendall looked between the two, a bit sheepish about being sniffed between the legs before they all were wet, but wagged his tail at the thought of it being a competition.  It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to being sniffed down there. They all enjoyed sniffing at one another’s pee-soaked pants when they had accidents, so Kendall just waited for one of them to make the first move. 
	Rick, not wanting to lose another game, quickly leapt into action before Simon could lean down, and quickly knelt down and crawled toward Kendall. He found his muzzle suddenly pushed up against Kendall’s damp, slightly warm crotch and took a big sniff. He felt his body go fuzzy, and he wagged his foxy tail slowly as he sniffed.  The smell of pee was intoxicating to him, and he lost himself in it for a moment as he sniffed eagerly taking in the musky scent of the puppy’s pee. He felt his muzzle get a bit damp but didn’t mind much.  “I win~” he mewled happily. Truly, he felt like a winner in more than one way.  Firstly, he beat Simon. Secondly, he had a warm wet pair of shorts in his face, which he nuzzled and sniffed happily. 
	Simon watched as Rick sniffed Kendall’s shorts, and felt admittedly a bit jealous at how much the fox seemed to be enjoying it. Truthfully, he enjoyed their sniffing sessions just as much as the other two seemed to so he felt a bit left out. Additionally, he realized that he’d lost his little challenge.  He felt his shoulders droop a little as he wondered what he’d be dared to do in return. Because of the rules of his game, losing a game of Simon Says meant that both Rick and Kendall would get to tell him to do something.  “Okay, okay, you win. What do you want me to do…” he said defeatedly. 
	Rick mumbled into Kendall’s crotch as he sniffed, fully lost in the smells and sensations. “Let Kendall go first,” he said in a muffled breathy tone. He was far too busy enjoying himself to think of a dare for the moment. 
	Kendall wagged, eager to go first. “Oh, okay! Ummm…Rick gets to pee his pants on top of you!” he said with a giggle. He squirmed a little as Rick kept sniffing at him, feeling a stirring in his undies.  His little sheath swelled a bit, and he was reminded of the game he’d played with his new friend at school.  He stayed quiet, but wondered if maybe his friends would want to learn about that game later. 
	Simon took a small step back at Kendall’s request. “B-but!” he stammered.  He wasn’t honestly all that against the idea, but it was more fun to play along as though it were some kind of outlandish request. “Fine…” he mumbled, trying to hide his grin but failing. His own sheath jumped when he heard the request, but he wasn’t entirely sure why. 
	Rick’s ears perked when he heard what Kendall had request, and he swished his tail eagerly. “oooh, that sounds like fun!” he said, crawling back from between Kendall’s legs. He took one last sniff, then stood up and motioned for Simon to lay down. “C’mon, I gotta go!”
	Simon rolled his eyes and huffed a bit, but did as he was told and sat down on the ground splaying his legs. “Fine, it’s not like I wasn’t gonna end up wet anyway…” he mumbled to himself. He was trying in vain to hide his obvious erection, but with his splayed legs there was no denying that he was only putting up a fight for show. The tiger kitten was clearly tenting his play shorts, and he held his paws over the tent in a desperate attempt to hide just how much he was looking forward to being peed on. 
	Rick stood up and hovered over Simon, taking a spot standing right over Simon’s lap. “Hope you like the smell of fox pee,” he said with a giggle. 
	“I love it…” Simon replied with a huff, rolling his eyes again. Despite the tone, he actually did. 
	“Good! Cuz I really really gotta pee!” Rick said with a big grin.  He popped his thumb in his muzzle and put on his best pouty face, starting to do a potty dance. He squirmed and groped at himself and made whining noises like a fox kit trying to keep his pants dry. “Uh owhhh…” he mewled around his thumb. “I gotta go potty reawwy bad,” he lisped “I dun fink I can howd it…I’m gonna havva…gonna havva…GONNA HAVVA ACCIDENT” he said then froze in place. “Ooooops…” A dark patch quickly spread from behind his paw, and yellow liquid began quickly raining down on Simon’s lap. “Oh no! I’m going weewee in my showts…” 
	Kendall giggled at the scene, watching his friend take on the role of a fox kit who couldn’t make it to a potty in time. They all liked to pretend in this way when they had their “accidents” to make it feel more real.  
	Simon stayed quiet, but his heart was thumping in his chest as the warm liquid soaked into his shorts, shirt, and fur. He shivered at the sensation of it. His shorts were so efficiently soaked that even if he were to wet himself it would hardly make a different, his own shorts were now equally wet by his fox friend’s pee. His tented shorts twitched as he felt his bits stretching out just a bit more, undeniably showing just how much he was enjoying himself. 
	Rick let out a sigh as he finished up, then removed his thumb from his muzzle and looked down at his shorts. “Oopsies, I piddled my pants,” he said with a cubby giggle. 
	“You sure did, Baby Ricky,” Kendall said, nodding in agreement.  The fox kit blushed a bit more and then covered his face like he was ashamed of his actions, even though he certainly wasn’t. 
	“Guess I’m not ready for big boy pants yet,” the fox said with a shrug. 
	“Definitely not…” Simon huffed. He was still sitting on the ground in the piddle puddle, fully soaked and still tenting his shorts.  
	“Looks like Simon peed his pants too!” Kendall said with a wide grin, wagging his tail quickly.
	“I didn’t though! Not like you two babies,” Simon said, sticking out his tongue.
	“Oh, we’re babies, are we?” Rick said with a sly grin that only a fox was capable of.
	“Yeah!” Simon shot back, standing back up from the puddle. 
	“Well, I haven’t gotten to say my ‘Simon Says’ yet…so if you think we’re such babies for peeing our pants…you gotta go poop in yours!” Rick said boldly, puffing out his chest. 
	Simon stared at Rick with his mouth agape in shock. “W-what?! No way!” he protested.
	Kendall’s eyes widened as well. This was a new part of their game that they had never explored together. 
	Rick stood his ground, and crossed his arms. “You brought extra undies anyway, right?” Rick asked. “We always do.” 
	“Y-yeah, but…” Simon tried to speak.
	“Well then what’s the big deal? Are you chicken?~” Rick goaded. He tucked his paws in his arm pits and clucked a few times.
	“N-no! I just don’t wanna bring messy undies home!” Simon said, not wanting to give up his ground.
	“Well then throw them away! Is your mom or dad really gonna notice one missing pair of undies?” Rick continued, smirking widely. His tail swished behind him cockily, clearly pleased with himself.
	“B-but!” Simon sputtered again. 
	Kendall looked between them, wondering if this was really going to happen. He’d had a few messy accidents of his own out of curiosity, but he’d borrowed his younger brother’s undies when he’d done it. Owen didn’t mind, and happily took the fall since Kendall had always made him feel good about his accidents. But Kendall had never messed his pants around his friends. He wondered how it might feel, though. 
	Simon looked at Kendall for reassurance, but the puppy just shrugged. “You think this is fair?” he asked desperately. 
	“I don’t think it’s unfair…” Kendall said somewhat shyly, not wanting to admit how curious he was about this new part of their usual game.  
	Simon looked with pleading eyes at Rick, but Rick’s smirk didn’t budge.  He signed, and slumped his shoulders.  “Fine!” he said, standing a bit taller and with determination. “But that means that from now on, this is something we can tell each other to do as part of Simon Says all the time now! You can’t just make me do it. It’s either fair game every time, or it’s no deal,” he said, crossing his arms with finality. 
	Rick thought about this for a moment.  He was no stranger to filling his undies either. After his accident at school. He’d secretly had a few more “accidents” at home, along with his wetting “accidents” too. He hadn’t ever admitted it to Kendall or Rick, and his determination wavered just a bit. He looked to Kendall for a second opinion. “Whaddya think? This is your say now too.”
	Kendall pretended to think about his answer. He didn’t want to immediately say yes, risking embarrassment. He waited a few beats, then nodded his head. “If Simon has to do this one, then yeah it’s only fair that it’s always on the table,” he concluded. He hoped he didn’t sound too excited about it, and wondered just how quickly that this new part of their game would have him squatting and messing his own undies. His thoughts shifted to his brother Owen, and the times he’d seen his puppy brother look around the playroom a few times before squatting nearby with his plush and filling his pants. Owen seemed to enjoy it, and Kendall had to admit that the times he’d done it were fun as well. 
	Simon’s heart thumped in his chest.  He’d never messed himself on purpose before, but he’d have been lying to himself if he claimed he hadn’t thought about it.  He thought back to when he’d been sick with a tummy bug a few years back, and being put into Pull-Ups “just in case” that day, only to end up needing them. He’d made it halfway to the potty before his tummy emptied itself into his pants, and the Pull-Ups had done their job. He had been fussy and upset about it at the time, but looking back on it as a memory he’d recently been having some fond memories of the feeling. 
	“Well…fine! But you guys brought this on yourself,” Simon said with burning cheeks. The tiger steeled his nerves, and looked between the two. Oddly enough, he felt his tummy suddenly rumble as if this had somehow been timed perfectly. He realized that he actually really did need to go, and would have normally at this point run home for a potty break.  But there was no going back now.  Trying to maintain some of his bravado, he popped his thumb in his muzzle like Rick had done so that he could play their usual game. “Uh oh…my tummy feews funneh,” he mumbled around his thumb.  He danced around in place for a moment, putting his free paw on his rump and grabbing at it a little. “Fink I gotta go poopy…” he mewled like a kitten.  His stomach growled audibly, and his tail instinctively flagged just a little. He sucked his thumb a bit longer, and then began to push just a bit. “Oh noes…I’m p-pooping…” he lisped childishly around his thumb.  He squatted down just a bit and closed his eyes. “Gonna go poopy in my pants…” he whined. His potty training seemingly hadn’t fully kicked in yet, because his body didn’t resist at all as he began to push.  He felt the warm mush slowly begin to make its way into his undies, and he knew there was no going back now. He was pooping his pants. His mess slowly but easily filled his undies and pants, almost as though there was no resistance and he was using the toilet like a big boy. But instead, he was pooping his pants like a much smaller kitten. “poopy…” he mumbled as he kept pushing. It seemed like it wasn’t going to end, but eventually it felt like he’d fully emptied himself into his pants.  He panted a little around his thumb, then felt his bladder give way without command. It emptied quickly and rapidly, completely without his command, without a show like the other boys had put on. 
	Rick and Kendall stared with wide eyes at the sight of Simon going through with the command.  
	“Whoa…” Rick said in awe. His shorts were tented out in front of him, and he was happy to see that Kendall’s shorts were much the same.  It seemed that the three of them had found a fun new thing to do together.  “Simon, that was…kinda cool.” 
	Simon looked at Rick, then over at Kendall. His thumb was still in his muzzle and he was sucking it instinctively. He couldn’t even bother lying to himself at that point. He felt amazing.  The warm mush in his shorts made him feel tingly and naughty, like a toddler kitten who knew better than to go in his pants but had done it because they were too busy playing. “I went poopy in my big boy underwear…” he fake pouted, going as far as to even sniffle a little bit. 
	Kendall giggled a little.  He was very happy that this was a new part of their playtime as a group.  “That looked like it felt kinda good,” he said quietly, looking from Rick to Simon for assurance and hoping that they wouldn’t disagree.  He was happy to see that Rick was nodding at the notion. 
	“Yeah…I don’t think I’m gonna mind that being a dare from now on,” the fox kit said with a sheepish smile. 
	Simon stood up and patted his bottom a little, and felt himself grin a little himself. “Well, since I was the first to do it then I win that race!” he said with a devilish grin. 
	Kendall and Rick both opened their mouths to protest, but Simon quickly talked over them. “Simon says, you two babies gotta poop your pants too!” 
	Kendall and Rick wagged their tails eagerly, and giggled to themselves. It seemed like their new deal was going to end up being a new, fun, regular addition to their play time. 
	The sunlight eventually died, and the three stinky boys begrudgingly changed out of their messy undies. They giggled as they left them near the little creek after washing out the bulk of the mess, and wondered what the person who happened across three pairs of obviously pottied cartoon undies would think. 
	Kendall made his way home, and announced his presence. “I’m home!” he called out.  
	“Mom and Dad are working late. They gave us money for pizza!” his sister’s voice called out from her room. Kendall was a little sad that his parents were going to be working through dinner, but he didn’t let it ruin his good mood from his fun at the park. He heard the pitter patter of little paws running up to him, then felt a pair of arms wrap around him from behind. 
	“Hi Kendall!” Owen said happily. 
	“Hey buddy, how was your day?” Kendall asked, turning to face him.  His little brother was now pantsless, wearing only a Pull-Up and a different t-shirt from earlier in the day.
	“Good! Except for…” Owen replied, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Except I forgetted to use the potty like a big boy and I pooped in my pants…and then cuz I was already messy I peed in em too,” he admitted. It seemed like he was only partially upset by it, seeing how readily he admitted it. 
	“Hey, accidents happen!” Kendall said encouragingly. “Wanna know a secret?” he asked, dropping his voice to match Owen’s whisper. The younger pup nodded eagerly. “I went potty in my pants today too,” Kendall said with a sheepish grin. 
      Owen gasped a little and then giggled quietly. “You went peepee in your undies big bro?” 
      Kendall felt his face burn with just a bit of a blush. “Not just peepee…” he added.
      Owen’s mouth dropped and his tail came to a near halt. “You hadda poopy accident too?” he asked in his best whisper.
      Kendall just nodded his head. “Yep! So don’t worry, it happens to boys like us all the time, right? No big deal,” he said with a warm smile.
      Owen nodded, happy that his older brother was so nice about his lack of proper potty training. He wrapped his arms tightly around Kendall and sniffed the air a little bit. “I think you still smell a little like your accidents, big bro,” he said with a giggle.
      Kendall’s ears perked, and he sniffed the air as well. He did smell a little, and he’d have to shower up before Penelope smelled him.  “Good idea, thanks for the lookout, bud” he said with a wink, then wandered off to the bathroom for a shower. 
      As he showered, he thought back on his day and felt his sheath swell in his paw. He watched as his puppy pecker poked its way out of his sheath. He rubbed it idly and thought about how it felt to have such a babyish accident in his pants.  Wetting himself was one thing, but his recent explorations with messing himself made his heart race.  He thought about watching Simon poop his pants, followed by Rick only a few minutes later. His foxy friend had gotten on his hands and knees to push, stuffing his thumb in his muzzle like they always did, and grunted a few times before his shorts bulged out. “I’m pooping in my pants…” Rick had whined as his red play shorts filled up obviously. The memory of it was still vivid in his mind, and he wondered if he would ever forget it. 
      But more memorable than watching his friends mess their pants, was his own “accident” in front of them for the first time. He’d felt his tummy rumble and he knew that he needed to go, somewhat badly.  Even on a good day it might have been a close race if he’d chosen to head home to go. But he wanted to see what would happen if he just kept holding it until he couldn’t hold it any more.  His friends knew that he was going to go in his pants eventually, so there was no rush to make him go. They instead watched him pause and squirm a few times as they played in the woods together, until eventually Kendall lost the fight.  He froze in place and immediately put his thumb in his muzzle, then bent over clutching his stomach with his free paw. “Oh no…can’t howd it…” he’d whined like a puppy. It nearly exploded out of him before he even realized he was going.  He’d truly been unable to stop it, even if he really wanted to. It happened all on its own. His warm mess quickly spread into his undies, filling them obviously as his blue play shorts very clearly showed what was happening. They drooped between his legs, and his friends watched in awe as Kendall had the biggest “accident” of them all. It seemed to last for several minutes before ending, and Kendall felt the front of his undies nearly packed to the top as well. He’d well and truly filled his pants. The warm bulk of his soft mess cradled his sheath and balls, and the feeling was indescribable.  
      As Kendall recalled this feeling in the shower, a new feeling blossomed in his groin.  He’d been playing with himself while thinking back on his accident, and the thought of his well-packed undies had sent him over the edge into a dry orgasm. He had to keep his muzzle shut to stop from howling as his orgasm overtook his body until he regained his composure. He got his breath back, and finished his shower.
      As Kendall returned to his room, he saw that Owen was in there waiting for him, playing with a toy truck on the floor. 
      Kendall waved at him, then sat down next to him in his towel. “Owen, don’t worry about using the potty,” he said in a relaxed afterglow.  
      Owen gave him a curious look. “I don’t gotta go anyway,” he said.
      Kendall just grinned. “I mean ever! Enjoy going in your pants as long as you can…I know I will,” he said with a whisper.
      Owen wagged his tail eagerly, then gave Kendall a big hug. “If big bro doesn’t wanna use the potty, then I won’t either!”
      Kendall held his brother tightly in return. “Deal! Our secret, right?”
      Owen nodded. “Right!”
      Kendall smiled and rubbed his brother between the ears. He might not be the best big brother on paper, but he knew something that other big brothers didn’t, and he wondered just how long it would be before Owen knew just why he didn’t bother hurrying with his potty training. Kendall knew that he too wouldn’t be rushing to be fully potty trained any time soon either.  Hopefully his mom and dad wouldn’t mind another “potty training regression” like he’d had a few years back, because this one was likely going to last much longer. And He was just fine with that.