“It’s today!” Oxnard the hamster cub said to himself excitedly as he got out of bed. Today was the first day of Oxnard’s season on his neighborhood soccer team! He loved to get out and play with his friends, so he was looking forward to the game they would be playing today. The hamster removed his shirt and dropped his pajama pants, stepping out of them before bending down to grab his underwear and slip them down his furry thighs before they dropped to his ankles. Now totally naked, Oxnard giggled to himself as he bounced lightly up and down and watched his furry bits jiggle between his legs. His hamster parts were admittedly very small, but he liked to watch them bounce around anyway.

Suddenly, the hamster cub felt footsteps approaching from outside his room. Before he knew it, his door swung open and he heard his mother’s voice. “Oxnard, are you getting dressed for the ga--” the female hamster began, only to be thrown off by the sight of Oxnard’s exposed privates. After seeing his mom’s eyes dart down to his hamster parts, Oxnard blushed and covered them up with his paws.

“Mom!” Oxnard said, sounding distressed and embarrassed, “knock next time!”

 “Oh! Sorry, sweetie!” Oxnard’s mom said with a blush before she turned away politely and saw herself into the hall as she closed the door behind him. “Just be ready soon! We’re almost running late and we have to pick up your friend too!”

“Darn it, why’d she have to come in right when I was naked?” Oxnard said quietly to himself. He was already in the fourth grade, and he felt like he was too old for his parents to be seeing his privates anymore. Still feeling embarrassed, Oxnard opened up one of the drawers to his dresser and pulled out his soccer shorts and team shirt. When he did the soccer team last year, he always had trouble running around because his underwear would bunch up and everything would chafe. Oxnard’s best friend on the team, Bosky the fox, advised Oxnard to go into soccer games without any underwear at all in order to avoid being uncomfortable. While Oxnard feared the prospect of not wearing underwear coming back to bite him in the butt, he didn’t want to be uncomfortable while he was running around the field this season.

“Well, here goes nothin’,” Oxnard said, stepping into the soccer shorts his mom had just bought him for that year. After pulling them up, he immediately sat down to put on his socks, shin guards, and cleats.

“Oxnard! Hurry out here, we’ve gotta go or we’ll be late!” Oxnard heard his mom say from down the stairs. He stood up quickly to go run down there only to realize that his new soccer shorts were a bit loose on him. They still stayed around his waist, but they would slip down slightly every time he tried to hoist them back up. Maybe some underwear might be a good idea, Oxnard thought to himself, only to have his thinking interrupted by his mom.

“Oxy! Downstairs, now!” he heard her say impatiently. Not wanting to get in trouble on the big game day, Oxnard abandoned the underwear idea and ran down the stairs. Arriving at the bottom, he saw his mom holding a large tupperware filled with orange slices in one hand as she grabbed her car keys with the other. Looking down to Oxnard, she offered a sympathetic smile. “Look, Oxy. I sorry about walking in and seeing your--”

“Mooommm, it’s alright,” Oxnard said, trying to hide his embarrassment, “just...don’t talk about it.” The hamsters left their house, locking the door behind them before driving over to Oxnard’s friend Bosky’s house. Parking the car in front, Oxnard’s mom sent her son to go knock on the door and fetch his friend. The hamster jogged up to Bosky’s door, pulling his pants up slightly before knocking. He heard footsteps running down stairs before slamming on the ground and scurrying closer to the front entrance. Bosky the fox kit swung the door open, seeing his friend Oxnard standing outside. 

“Hey, Bosky! You ready?” Oxnard asked, looking down slightly and expecting to see his friend wearing his soccer shorts. The hamster was surprised, however, to see that Bosky hadn’t put on his shorts yet, nor anything for that matter. He was totally naked! “Ah! Sorry, Bosky,” Oxnard said, trying to cover his eyes out of politeness as the image of the little fox kit’s small, furry privates was burned into his memory.

“Hey, Oxy!” Bosky said, completely unfazed by his own nudity, “I still need to put my clothes on, but I’ll be right out!” Oxnard blushed and watched as his vulpine friend turned around and ran back up the stairs, showing glimpses of the area between his cheeks and his little balls jiggling between his furry orange legs. The red on Oxnard’s cheeks had faded away by the time Bosky was back downstairs and in his soccer uniform. “Alright, ready to go!” Bosky said, stepping out the door and turning back, “bye, mom! I’m leaving now!”

“Bye, sweetie!” Oxnard heard from inside the house, “be safe, okay?”

“My mom’s got one of those conference call thingies she needs to do, so she can’t come to the game today,” Bosky explained as he walked with Oxnard to the car. The boys hopped in the back seat and Oxnard’s mom took off, engaging in small talk with Bosky along the way in an effort to catch up with what his family was up to. Before the boys knew it, they had arrived at the soccer fields. Oxnard’s mother led them over to their assigned field to meet with their team, setting up her chair with all the other parents while the boys began their warm-up drills.

The coach of the soccer team was an old otter by the name of Beatrice Rudder. She was the grandmother to Ryan Rudder, a short, nervous otter on Oxnard’s team. Other friends that Oxnard and Bosky had on the team with them included a rabbit named Jake and a pair of sheep twins named Simon and Stephen. When Oxnard and Bosky finally showed up, Ryan was the first to approach them.

“Oxnard, Bosky!” Ryan said, sounding a bit distressed, “you guys are late! Gramm--I-I mean Coach Rudder’s not happy!”

“Oh, did they finally show up?” asked Coach Rudder, approaching the three boys as they felt slightly fearful of what was to come. “Since you two boys decided to skip out on the warm-ups I had ready, we’ll just have you do sprints instead. It’ll be much faster that way,” Coach Rudder said sternly, pointing one of her webbed fingers out to a tree only ten yards away. “To the tree and back, ten times,” she demanded, watching Oxnard and Bosky reluctantly get in position to run. “GO!”

Oxnard bolted off running with his friend, wanting to get the warm-up out of the way so he could play with his friends. There was one thing, however, that was holding Oxnard back as he ran: his loose shorts. All the stopping and turning around was really testing how well Oxnard’s shorts could stay on. Not having any opportunities to stop and pull up his shorts without getting chewed out by the coach, Oxnard nervously hoped that they wouldn’t end up causing him any problems.

“Haha, look at Oxy’s shorts,” Oxnard could’ve sworn he heard Simon or Stephen say as he turned around quickly to continue sprinting. The hamster felt a breeze on the upper part of his rear while he was running before something suddenly caused the struggling hamster to trip and fall on the ground. “Nice butt, Oxnard!” Simon said, pointing and laughing at the hamster who was face-down in the grass with his shorts around his ankles. The hamster’s face flushed as he felt a breeze over his now exposed rear end. It was tough trying to catch his breath after all that running back and forth.

“Oxnard! Pull your shorts up! Don’t you boys wear any underwear?!” Coach Rudder yelled, drawing all of the attention in the immediate area towards Oxnard’s exposed rear. Bosky had finished his sprints by that point, so he walked over to his exposed friend on the ground, offering a helping paw.

“Here, grab my paw,” he said, helping Oxnard up and watching as the hamster quickly pulled his shorts up and over his privates.

“Alright, that’s enough warming-up for now,” Coach rudder said, looking down at Bosky and Oxnard, “go over and join your friends on the sidelines.” The fox and hamster ran over to where the rest of the team was gathered, with Oxnard already getting teasing laughs and remarks.

“Haha, we all saw your butt!” Ryan the otter said, laughing along with the sheep standing next to him. “If you had been here on time, maybe that wouldn’t have happened!”

“Alright, alright,” Oxnard said, sounding embarrassed and ashamed, “I get it.”

“Huddle up, everybody!” Oxnard and Bosky heard the coach say from behind them as the team began to form a huddle. “We’re here to win this game and respect our opponents! Can I trust everyone on the team to do those two things?!”

“Yes, Coach!” the team all said in unison. They had a lot of practice answering anything their coach had to say with ‘Yes, Coach!’

“Then on 3!” she said, cueing the team to throw their paws together in the middle. 

“1, 2, 3, GO WARRIORS!” the whole team shouted, running out onto the field and taking their positions. The game started like normal, with the players on each team slowly getting into the groove of the sport. Oxnard’s team, the Warriors, were doing a good job with passing and teamwork, but the other team had obviously been practicing their defense. Oxnard had a few close calls with his shorts, but he managed to keep them up and around his waist for the most part. About ten minutes into the game, neither team had scored and the Warriors called a timeout.

“Alright, team,” Coach Rudder said as the panting cubs jogged in and huddled together. “Their defense is really good, so we’re gonna have to think of something that’ll surprise ‘em. Something out of the ordinary!”

The cubs ran back to their field positions and the game commenced from where it left off. Coach Rudder’s words echoed in Bosky’s head: ‘something that’ll surprise ‘em’. The little fox kit would often surprise kids at school by doing all kinds of naughty things. Bosky thought to himself as he saw the other team passing the ball around; they were coming towards him! “Surprise them,” he said quietly to himself as they rapidly approached. With no sense of shame or embarrassment, Bosky grabbed onto the waistband of his pants and pulled it down far enough for his little penis and balls to jiggle out.

“Hey, look!” he heard a bear cub on the other team say as he drew his teammates’ attention to Bosky. “You can see his private parts!” The wolf cub who was dribbling the ball suddenly lost track of it as he looked up to see a fox kit’s nakie parts on display for the whole field to see. They were all too far into the field for a lot of the parents to tell exactly what was going on, but Bosky took the opportunity in the midst of the confusion to pull his shorts back over his bits, take possession of the ball and start dribbling it down the field. Leaving the other team in his wake, Bosky dribbled until passing it down to Oxnard, who brought the ball closer to the goal. Oxnard shot at the goal, but was stopped by the big, burly, moose goalie, who deflected the ball straight over to Jake the bunny.

“This goalie is tough!” Bosky heard Oxnard say as the fox kit finally made it to the goal area. He needed to think of something that would throw the goalie off. Ryan the otter was the closest of all of the boys to the goalie, so knowing he would be in the moose’s line of sight, Bosky charged towards Ryan from behind.

“DISTRACTION!!!” Bosky yelled as he lunged forward at Ryan, grabbing the otter’s shorts on the way down to the ground. Lucky for Bosky, Ryan had decided to leave his underwear at home as well, so the big moose goalie got quite the distracting sight of small otter privates right in front of him! A collective gasp was heard from the sidelines as this exposure was more obvious than the first one. Ryan’s face turned completely red as he tried to cover up his little otter penis and balls from the big moose in front of him and his teammates to his left and his right. They had all seen his little otter parts, and now they had something new to tease him about on top of his short stature. Not sure what to do in that moment, the moose offered a nervous smile in the hope that it would ease the tension. Little did that moose know, Jake had the ball at his feet during all the exposure, giving him the opportunity to shoot when the Moose least expected it.

*THUNK, SWISH*

Jake had kicked the ball into the goal with nobody there to defend his shot, thanks to the distraction Bosky and Ryan caused. “Yay, it worked!” Bosky said, still on the ground with his hands on Ryan’s shorts around the poor otter’s ankles. Looking up, he could see the otter’s big, nervous tail held firmly over his butt. “Haha, I can still see your butt, Ryan,” Bosky said, making the otter blush even more as he bent down and pulled his shorts straight up without a word. The boys heard the referee’s whistle blow to meet with their coach before they played again. After they all gathered up, Ryan was called out by his grandmother.

“Ryan! Just what do you think you were doing out there?! You know that private parts are private, don’t you?!” Coach Rudder yelled, making the boys on the team giggled as Ryan looked at his footpaws in embarrassment. “It was Bosky’s fault!” he said, looking up, “he pulled my shorts down!” Coach Rudder looked over to the fox Ryan had called out, seeing the little kit smile nervously. “Bosky, is this true?” she asked, hoping he would be truthful.

“Uhh...kinda?” Bosky giggled innocently along with the rest of his friends.

“Okay, no more pulling your teammates’ shorts down, got it?” Coach Rudder said, making the team giggle again.

“Y-you’re not gonna send him off for time-out?” Ryan asked feeling betrayed by his grandma. “He pulled my pants down in front of everyone!”

“Oh, just let it go, Ryan,” she said, shooing the otter off, “maybe when you get a little bigger you can make your own rules, but right now, whatever I say goes.” The team laughed again at the ‘bigger’ part. She probably wasn’t talking about the otter’s size ‘down there’, rather his short stature, but they liked to think that she was teasing him about the former.

The game started back up and the boys soon found themselves defending an attack from the other team. They were all gathered near their goal, trying to stop their opponents from scoring. Oxnard was trying to keep the wolf cub on the other team from passing to his ursine friend, but the little canine found an opening and kicked the ball over to the bear, who was in the perfect place to take a shot at the goal.

“Bosky, stop him!” Oxnard shouted over to the fox, hoping he’d come up with something. At this point in the game, he wasn’t allowed to pull down any of his teammates shorts...but what about players who weren’t his teammates? Connecting the dots and seeing a golden opportunity in front of him, Bosky lunged at the chubby bear in front of him and grabbed his shorts on the way to the ground. The fox kit looked up to see a big, furry bear butt, telling him that this bear decided to go without underwear as well.

“Hey, Will’s pants are down!” one of the bear’s teammates loudly observed as he began laughing with the other boys on the field. Gasps could be heard from the sidelines again. While it was difficult to tell exactly what was happening from that far back, the parents knew that something embarrassing was happening to somebody on the team. The bear’s penis and balls were on the smaller side for someone of his species, and looked even smaller with how big and chubby the ursine’s body shape was. The goalie on Oxnard’s team, a blue bird, covered his beak and blushed after seeing the little button penis above the bear’s tight, furry sack. Oxnard and Ryan were standing next to each other and also had a good view of the poor bear’s weenie and balls, which made Ryan feel better about his own size as a smaller animal. The bear’s eyes darted around as the embarrassment and humiliation got to him. He quickly pulled up his soccer shorts and ran to the sidelines with a flushed face as the referee blew the whistle and got involved. He went over and explained to both coaches what would happen so they could relay that information to their cubs.

“Haha, did you see that? That bear was so tiny!” Simon the sheep joked with his twin brother as the whole team grouped together at the sideline.

“Yeah, he was even smaller than you! Hahaha,” laughed Stephen as he teased his now red-faced brother.

“Hey! We’re the same si--” Simon tried to retort before getting interrupted by their coach.

“--Okay,” Coach Rudder said, “apparently, I wasn’t clear enough with Bosky. Don’t pull down anyone else’s shorts, or you’ll cost us a penalty kick like Bosky just did.” A collective groan came from the team; they all knew that they would have to line up and use their bodies to defend the goal from a powerful shot the bear was going to take. “Since it’s Bosky’s fault, I’m making him stand in the center. Good luck out there, little kit,” Coach Rudder said to Bosky, who smiled up at her.

“Don’t worry, Coach Rudder,” Bosky said, getting ready to run out and form a line with his teammates, “I won’t let ‘em get that point!”

Oxnard, Bosky, Ryan, Jake, Simon and Stephen all lined up together in front of the goal as the blushing bear Bosky had just humiliated in front of both teams stepped up to the ball. “Hey,” Bosky whispered so that just his teammates could hear, “I think we can distract him and make him miss instead of kicking it at us. We can’t pull down anyone else’s shorts but she never said anything about pulling down our own!”

“No way, I’m not showing my thingy again,” Ryan whispered, nervously holding his paws over his crotch.

“No, no, we’re gonna moon him!” Bosky whispered, watching the bear get ready to kick.

“L-like show him our butts?” Ryan asked nervously.

“Haha, that’s gonna be funny,” Simon said quietly.

“Yeah, he’s gonna freak out, haha!” Stephen added on.

“On the count of three,” Bosky whispered, making Oxnard nervous. Was he really just gonna turn around and drop his shorts to use his furry hamster butt as a distraction? Before he knew it, Bosky was already counting down. “1... 2…...3!!!” Bosky whispered as the boys turned around in unison and dropped their pants to show their furry and fluffy rumps. Will the bear, who was in the process of running up to kick the ball, was completely thrown off by the sight ahead of him. Six sets of cheeks of all different kinds filled his field of vision, making him blush and kick the ball in a completely different direction. The field filled with laughter as the boys mooning the bear held their position for a moment.

“Haha, look at their butts!” “I can see his butthole!” “Nice balls, sheep boys!”

Starting to get embarrassed from the other team’s remarks, the boys all pulled their shorts back up over their butts. They ran to the sidelines after the whistle blew again where their parents looked upset and their coach even more so.

“Well, even though that bear just missed the shot, the ref ended up giving the other team a point because of your unsportsmanlike conduct,” Coach Rudder said, making the boys feel guilty about what they did. “No more funny business with pulling down your shorts, you hear me?!”

“Yes, Coach Rudder,” the team all said together, sounding defeated.

“You’ve got fifteen minutes left in this game, so don’t let it end in a tie,” Coach Rudder said to pump her team back up. “Go out there and win, got it?!”

“Yes, Coach Rudder!” the boys all said more enthusiastically, running out to take their positions on the field.

As they all started playing again, Oxnard noticed a new problem that was bothering him on top of his shorts being loose: he needed to pee. The urge to do so had been growing throughout the game as the little hamster drank more and more water, and now he was having trouble holding it all in while he was playing. He was positioned up the field where the other team’s goal was, standing there in case his teammates managed to kick the ball down to him.

“Mmpphh,” Oxnard groaned, trying to hold in his pee as the game continued. They were in the last few minutes of the match, and the poor hamster was just about bursting! He could feel little drops of pee leak from his small hamster penis into his shorts, some of them even dribbling down his legs. Nobody was looking at his end of the field, and the only other player down there at that moment was the other team’s moose goalie. Turning so he faced away from the sidelines, Oxnard pulled down the front of his shorts, letting his penis bounce out freely as he immediately released a strong stream of pee onto the grass in front of him. “Ahhhhh…” Oxnard sighed in relief as the tinkling sound of his urine hitting the grass filled his ears.

“Are you...peeing?” Oxnard heard from the moose behind him, who could only see the tip of Oxnard’s winky and the stream coming out of it.

“Eheh...ummm…” Oxnard tried to be cool about what he was doing, but his embarrassment got the better of him and he couldn’t come up with anything to say to the moose.

“OXNARD, THE BALL’S COMING!” Oxnard heard from down the field. The hamster couldn’t stop his peeing, so he continued to go while looking to the left, seeing that the ball was indeed coming his way pretty quickly. There was a lot of friction from the grass, though, and the ball eventually came to a stop right in front of Oxnard! The pattering sound in the grass was replaced by a pattering sound as Oxnard’s stream collided with the ball, soaking it in his hamster pee.

“Aw, gross!” the moose goalie said, pointing at the ball Oxnard was peeing on. The little hamster was just about finished with his potty break, and seeing the moose so disgusted with the ball gave him the perfect idea. Shaking off the last drops from his winky and pulling up his shorts before his teammates arrived at the scene, Oxnard turned and dribbled the wet soccer ball over to the goal, getting ready to kick it in. He pulled his footpaw back, aiming his shot before swinging forward and propelling the ball through the air. “Gross, gross!” the moose goalie said before he jumped out of the way of the ball, allowing it to soar straight into the goal behind him. With a blow of the whistle, the game was officially over. The Warriors had won the game 2-1!

“Oxnard did it! He scored!” Ryan said as he finally arrived at the other team’s goal with the rest of his teammates.

“We won!” the twin sheep said together, high-fiving each other.

Oxnard was especially excited about scoring the winning goal. He jumped up and down and cheered in front of all the parents and his teammates, which caused them to laugh after his loose shorts dropped to his knees and his little hamster bits bounced up and down. “Oops!” Oxnard said, smiling sheepishly and pulling his shorts back up as his team formed a huddle with him. All the cubs put their paws in the middle for a game-ending cheer.

“On three!” Ryan said, “One, two, three, GO WARRIORS!”