Matthew was a very carefree, curious, and fun loving little colt. He mostly enjoyed things such as playing with his favorite plushie (a brown horsey named Roger), watching tv, getting lots of love and cuddles, and wetting his diapee, as well as many other things around his house. Matthew had a habit of peeing his diapee until leaking and then either ripping it off, or letting it fall off on its own and tinkling all over anything he could find. His room had a very musky smell and most of his toys, his sheets, his floor, and his plushie had been marked many times. The smell gave him comfort, letting everybody know that was his space, his sanctuary, his cub cave. Also for some reason, the smell of wee wee and peeing on things made his little horsey boyhood all hard. He didn’t know what it meant, just that it felt really good, especially when he rubbed it. Matthew’s pee pee was bigger than most cubs due to his species, but just slightly smaller than average for a horse his age. His diapee still had trouble containing it however when it got pokey, and it was currently being demonstrated.

Matthew laid in his bed fast asleep, obviously dreaming about something naughty as the tip of his equine dinky poked up out of the waistband of his diapee. This was a somewhat regular occurrence and what happened next was usually the result. At one point, Matthew churred in his sleep and a warm yellow stream squirted out of his wee wee, completely missing his diapee and splashing all over himself, his sheets, and his beloved plushie. Of course he woke up when his stream splashed his face, making him blush and giggle a bit. He was still half asleep however and as soon as he was finished, he went back to sleep, cuddling his soaked and musky plushie. His fur, his crib, his plushie, and the outside of his diapee were all drenched with pee and later when he woke up, it would have a really nice musky smell.

The musky smell later attracted his uncle and caretaker Michael. Michael was a young stallion in his 20s who loved taking care of his little nephew. He was kind of puzzled by Matthew’s love of pee and his habit of tinkling on his plushie and anything else in his room, but he figured it was just a phase. He kind of liked it a bit actually. He sometimes had some naughty fun with Matthew during changes or after bath time, which both of them enjoyed. Nothing serious. They would rub each other’s wee wees, frot, and sometimes Michael would even cum on Matthew, who was a bit confused by the concept of “white pee pee” but still loved it anyway. However, Matthew had just turned 3 and was still in diapees, so Michael thought it would be a good idea to experiment with some potty training. He knew it wasn’t going to be a short or easy process. Matthew was firmly attached to his diapees almost as much as he was to his plushie, and he wasn’t very trusting of the potty. He usually tended to keep his distance from it a bit and was sent running away any time somebody flushed it. But it was still worth a try.

Micheal opened Matthew’s bedroom door and blushed at what he saw. Matthew was standing on his bed completely nakie with his legs spread out in a cowboy pose and his soaked and discarded diapee laying on the floor in the corner. Between Matthews legs, laying on the bed in front of him, was his beloved plushie. Of course Michael knew what was next. It was no surprise to him when he suddenly saw a stream of warm yellow pee pee squirt down and splash all over the plushie, making a little pattering sound and filling the already musky room with the smell of fresh urine. Michael gave a sigh and grinned. “Giving Roger his morning shower Matty?” Matthew jumped a bit, sprinkling his sheets a little, before returning his stream to his plushie and giggling. “Hehe, yup. He’s MY plushie, hehe!” Michael came in and picked up Matthew’s dripping diapee from the corner and tossed it in the diaper genie, letting Matthew finish his tinkle. He was wondering how he could spring the whole potty training thing on him, and as he watched the last few drops drip onto Roger, he got an idea.

He tapped his nakie nephew on the shoulder and pulled out a fresh clean pull up from behind his back. “Ooh, what’s that?” asked Matthew. “This,” answered Michael, “is a pair of big colt training pants! You know Matty, you just turned 3 the other day and you’re getting to be a big colt now.”
“Ooh, does that mean I get to wear the big colt diapee?” Michael sighed again. “Well, this isn’t a diaper. They’re training pants. You see, big colts don’t wear diapers. They like to use the potty instead…”
“NO POTTY!!!” Matthew said with an angry tone. “I wanna go pee pee in da big colt diapees instead! Da potty’s icky and scary!” Michael didn’t want to push Matthew into a tantrum and have to deal with that. It was too early in the morning. Time to put his plan into action and hope for the best. “The potty’s not scary. It’s fun and easy to use. I bet Roger could do it.” This caught Matthew’s attention. “Nuh uh. Roger’s a big colt even without the potty. He nah like the potty either.” Michael giggled. “Are you sure? I know I saw him using it the other day when he was done with his bath in the washer.” Matthew looked at his plushie again confused, but curious. “He did?” Michael picked up the pee soaked plushie. “Yup, and he was a really big colt too. He got a piece of candy from the candy jar in the kitchen for doing so well. What do you say Roger? Let’s show Matty here how we big colts use the potty.” Matthew’s curiosity and want of candy and fancy new training pants got the better of him and he followed his uncle into the bathroom.

Michael went over to the potty and lifted the lid. Matthew still kept his distance and wasn’t very thrilled about his beloved plushie being so close to the big porcelain monster looming over him. Michael started. “Okay Roger. First we pull down our pants.” Roger had no pants, so Michael instead pulled down his own jeans and undies, letting his big horsey wee dangle out in front of Matthew, who blushed and giggled. “Hehe, I can see your pee pee now.” Michael giggled too and carefully sat Roger down on the seat, holding onto the plushie to make sure it didn’t fall in. “Nice and comfy Roger?” He moved the plushie’s head to make it nod. “Now we relax and go pee pee or poopy.” He saw how wet Roger still was from Matthew’s recent marking and gave the plushie a little squeeze. Matthew heard a little dripping sound in the potty and decided to get a little closer, seeing as his uncle and his plushie were there to protect him. He looked in and saw a little trickle of pee come out of Roger and drip into the water inside. “Hehe, you’re going pee pee Roger!” Michael squeezed all he could out of the soaked plushie before taking a piece of toilet paper. “Time to wipe your hiney!” He gently wiped Roger’s plushie butt with the toilet paper before putting it in the potty. 

Here we go, the real test. “And now comes the best part. Time to flush the potty!” Matthew felt his stomach drop when he looked up and saw his uncle push the handle. Matthew jumped back and covered his ears as the potty flushed. “Nooooooooo! Scary noise! The potty’s scary!” Michael put Roger down on the floor and came over to Matthew, giving him a loving rub on the butt, which made him blush. “Maybe you could try flushing it. It isn’t so bad, and you can show Roger how much of a big brave colt you are.” Matthew thought about it and knew he had to show that big nasty potty who means business, for scaring him and most likely his plushie too. Matthew slowly went up and put a shaky hand on the potty handle. “That’s it Matty! Go ahead and flush.” said Michael. Matthew gulped and pushed the handle. He was about to run away, when he noticed something he hadn’t seen before. The water in the potty was swirling around like a whirlpool into a small hole in the bottom. Matthew loved stuff like water fountains, playing with the hose, and even watching the water swirl down the bath tub drain, so this was fascinating for him. After a few moments, the water drained out and the potty started refilling. “Ooh! The water’s all swirly! Hehe, that was neat!” Boom! Fear had turned into fascination, just what Michael was hoping for. “See? Using the potty is fun. How about you put these on…” But of course, watching all that swirling water resulted in a bit of a spillage, as Michael noticed Matthew peeing on the floor, all over the little rug in front of the potty. “On second thought, maybe another diaper would be good for now.”

A few hours later, Matthew was playing in his room. He had already peed in his diapee a few times and it was all nice and warm and squishy in the front. It made his boyhood feel really good and he quickly became hard, displaying a pretty nice tent in the front of his diapee. Almost as an instinct, he laid on top of his plushie and started humping it through his soaked diapee, causing a few drops of pee to leak out. “Ooh, my pee pee feels good.” he said as he humped faster. With each thrust, his little boyhood would slowly poke out of his waistband until the tip was all the way out. A few minutes in and Matthew began to feel something tingly growing in his balls and slowly work its way up his wee wee. “Mmf, I…I’m gonna pee pee!” With that, Matthew had a pretty strong orgasm and he started squirting his warm thick horsey cum all over his plushie, the floor, and even a little on the front of his diapee. Matthew liked humping his plushie on a regular basis, even though he didn’t have any idea what masturbation was. He just knew it felt good on his wee wee. This was actually a rare instance for him though, since he actually managed to squirt out a load. He had made cum before, but only a few times. Most of the time he would have dry orgasms or ones where he would pee instead. He obviously didn’t know what cum was, so on the rare occasion he did squirt, he just chalked it up as peeing.

When he was all done, his plushie was covered in thick white cum. “Hehe, I went pee pee on Roger!” he giggled as his dripping wee wee retreated back into his diapee and went soft. He looked at his pretty much ruined plushie and giggled. “Hehe, you gotta go pee pee too Roger?” Matthew suddenly got an idea. Roger went pee pee in the potty earlier when Michael was there. Maybe he could let Roger pee pee in the potty again and tell Michael that he did it himself, so that he could get the cool training pants he saw earlier. As he was thinking, he didn’t even notice his diapee growing warm and leaking onto the floor as he made his usual post orgasm tinkle. But when he stood up, Matthew’s diapee fell down to the floor around his feet with a wet splat, leaving him nakie with his wee wee and butt all exposed for anybody to see. “Eep! My diapee fell down! Hehe, I’m all nakie.” Matthew loved being nakie and took every opportunity he could to run around with his little pee pee hanging out. He especially liked it when Michael would sometimes go nakie with him and on rare occasions, he would pee that weird white pee pee too, only Michael could make a lot more of it.

Matthew picked up his plushie and went off toward the bathroom. “Hehe, come on Roger. You can go pee pee in the potty.” He entered the bathroom and lifted the lid on the potty before carefully balancing Roger on the seat, with his butt hanging over the bowl. “Okay Roger, go pee pee.” At this point, the cum on Roger was starting to go clear and runny and most of it had already stained the fabric. Matthew waited and waited, but Roger wasn’t going potty. He heard from a few cubs at daycare who were potty trained that sometimes it took a while to actually go when using the potty. So he decided to try and be patient and let Roger take his time to go pee pee. But a cub has little patience and Matthew quickly went over to look in the potty. Just then however, a small drop of runny cum slowly dripped from Roger’s butt into the potty in a long string. That was good enough, Matthew couldn’t stand any more waiting. “Yay! You did it Roger! You went pee pee in the potty! Hehe, now it’s time to flush and make the water go all swirly!”

Matthew reached up to push the handle, but he just couldn’t reach. He tried standing on the tips of his little hooves, but he couldn’t keep his balance, so that didn’t work. There were no step stools around, or anything else he could stand on either. Michael wasn’t going to go buy one until the next day, when he would attempt some progress in potty training Matthew. So he had one more solution. Matthew did a little jump and luckily managed to hit the handle and flush the potty. However when he did, he accidentally bumped the potty with his little butt, causing Roger to fall backwards into the bowl. “Eep! Oh no! My plushie!” Matthew panicked as he watched his plushie swirl around and around in the potty. “Ohh! He’s going down the drain!” For some reason however, Matthew noticed his wee wee coming out of his sheath and sticking out all hard and pokey. He was upset at what was happening, but it was somehow making his little boyhood feel really good. He watched as his beloved cum stained plushie swirled around faster and faster before finally disappearing down the drain. “Nooooooo! I flushed my plushie down the potty! Bye bye Roger!” whined Matthew. waving goodbye to his plushie friend as he went down the potty.

Despite just losing his favorite plushie, Matthew stood there for a minute and blushed as his wee wee started twitching in a dry orgasm. Matthew had unknowingly found a fetish, even though he did not yet understand it. As he walked out of the bathroom nakie without his plushie, he thought to himself how it was kinda neat watching Roger swirl around in the bowl, and wondered if he could do it with some of his other toys. He also wondered if watching them go bye bye down the drain would make his wee wee feel good too. Michael had intended to use Roger to encourage Matthew to use the potty, but instead he would soon find out that he had created a little monster. Later after dinner, Michael gave Matthew a bath (this was definitely a nightly occurance with how much Matthew peed everywhere). 

As he played with his toys in the tub, Michael became curious as to where Matthew’s plushie was. “Hey Matty, where’s Roger? I haven’t seen him since this morning and you usually carry him around everywhere. Matthew looked kinda sad, but blushed at the same time as his wee wee tip poked up above the bubbles. “Roger go bye bye down the potty.” Michael giggled a little, understanding perfectly what happened. “Oh I see. Roger was going for a little swim in the potty and accidentally got sucked down the drain?” Matthew giggled at the description. “Hehe, no. He was going potty like a big colt, but when I helped him flush, he fell in and got all spinny and went bye bye.” Michael was both proud and disappointed at the same time. A little disappointed because it seemed Matthew wasn’t quite ready for potty training yet, despite his age, but proud that he at least showed some interest now. The only thing he worried about now, was if Matthew would be afraid to sit on the potty himself now, out of fear of falling in and being flushed like Roger. “Uncle Mikey, if I made Roger go bye bye down the potty, does that mean he’s gone forever? Will I ever see him again?” Michael grinned and ruffled Matthew’s wet hair. “Hmm, well it’s hard to break up two best friends. Love is a powerful thing, and you sure had a lot of love for Roger, especially the wet musky yellow kind of love.” This made Matthew giggle. “If you really love Roger, I’m sure you’ll see him again.

Matthew found a little comfort in this. “Hey Uncle Mikey? Can we…um…can we do that thing with our pee pees?” Michael blushed and laughed. “Sure we can.” He undressed down to his undies, causing Matthew to giggle at the obvious tent in the front of them. He then slid them off, exposing his really big horsey wee, and climbed into the tub with his nephew. Matthew’s little pee pee grew as big as it could be, which was still tiny for a horse. “Ready Matty?” Matthew wiggled his little boyhood, which was now poking up a good bit through the bubbles. “Hehe, ready!” Michael scooted up until their wee wees were touching and he began rubbing them together. As the two boys rub their dinkies together, Matthew started making all kinds of cute little moans and huffs. He was definitely enjoying this, maybe a little too much as a few big bubbles came up to the surface directly behind him. “Hehe, I tooted!” Michael laughed and fapped their wees a bit with his hand. “You sure did! Such a naughty stinky boy.”

After a few more minutes of frotting, Matthew started to wiggle and fidget. “Ooh, my pee pee feels funny.” Michael rubbed faster as he felt his own orgasm growing. “Mine does too Matty. I think I’m gonna squirt soon.” Matthew blushed and started shaking a bit as his wee wee twitched in a dry orgasm. “Ooh! My…my wee wee feels really really good!” Michael couldn’t hold back anymore. “Get ready Matty. Here it comes!” He started bucking a bit before his big equine dinky started squirting tons of his warm thick white seed all over his little nephew. Matthew giggled as he was showered in his uncle’s cum. “Hehe, pee pee!” Michael loved the fact that Matthew still didn’t know the difference between cum and pee and it only made his orgasm stronger. At one point, a massive glob of spoo shot out and went straight into Matthew’s mouth. Matthew blushed really hard at this, enjoying the salty taste of Michael’s cum, before swallowing it.

Soon Michael sighed in relief and his orgasm finally stopped. He blushed when he saw that Matthew was dripping all over with spoo. “Well, that was fun. Good thing we’re in the bath too. You’re a real mess after that!” Matthew giggled and suddenly started peeing straight up in the air out of his still hard wee wee. His stream quickly went up and splashed all over Michael’s chest and belly. “Hehe, now I go pee pee on you!” Michael giggled and let his nephew tinkle all over him, enjoying the musky scent. When he was all done, Michael drained the tub and pulled down the shower attachment. “Okay sticky colt, arms up!” He turned on the shower and began spraying Matthew all over with nice warm water. He rubbed Matthew’s fur, making sure to get all the cum out. Matthew giggled at one point when Michael playfully groped his little butt.

With bath time over, the two got dressed again and settled down to watch some tv. Michael in a loose t-shirt and sweatpants and Matthew in a fresh diapee and red PJs with little white horseshoes on them. Matthew couldn’t stop thinking about Roger the whole time. What if he didn’t come back? What if he had accidentally flushed his best friend away forever. He still didn’t trust the potty entirely and figured it might have put on a show for him with the swirly water, just so it could eat his plushie. “Uncle Mikey? Do you really think Roger will ever come back?” Michael brought his nephew in for a hug and gently rubbed his back. “You know, I had a plushie when I was your age who I loved to death. One day, I was playing with him in the bathroom, pretending he was a pirate who encountered a giant whirlpool in a raging storm. Well of course that whirlpool was the potty. I flushed my plushie and my toy boat and I didn’t think I would ever see them again. I cried all day and your grandma couldn’t figure out what was wrong. When I told her what happened, she said the same thing I told you. If you love your plushie enough, you’ll definitely see each other again. The next morning when I woke up, my plushie was right there in my bed with me and I even found my toy boat back in the tub that night when I went to take a bath.” Matthew was amazed by that story. “So, you think Roger will come back?” Michael gave him a loving kiss on the cheek. “I know he will.” And he thought to himself: “Because he did once before.”

As the night went on, the two of them started getting sleepy. When Matthew finally passed out, Michael carried him up to his room and laid him down in his musky bed, still smelling of pee from the accident earlier that morning. He kissed his nephew goodnight and turned on the night light, leaving the door open only a crack as he went to bed himself. The next morning, Matthew yawned and stretched, getting his bearings as he sat up in his bed. He blushed when he realized how thick his diapee was and that his PJ bottoms were soaking wet. Apparently he had leaked overnight and created a pretty big damp spot in his sheets. “Hehe, I gotta leaky diapee.” Something suddenly caught his attention out of the corner of his eye however, and he looked around to see none other than Roger sitting next to his pillow, all clean and looking like he was brand new. “ROGER CAME BACK!!!” Matthew grabbed his beloved friend and brought him into a massive hug as he warmed his diapee further and darkened the wet spot in his PJs and sheets. Michael was right. There was a certain magic to a cub and their toys that keeps them together forever. No matter what kind of adventures or misadventures the two of them got into, Matthew would always have Roger to cuddle with at night.

However there was one more thing that needed to be done. Matthew pulled off his PJ bottoms and ripped off his flooded diapee, causing his still peeing wee wee to squirt a warm yellow fountain of horsey urine high in the air, which rained down all over himself and Roger, soaking his plushie with his musky scent. “Hehe, I go pee pee on Roger!” he giggled as his plushie became soaked and heavy with his tinkle. After about a minute, Matthew finished peeing and wiggled his wee wee as he let out a few little excess spurts. He sighed in relief and cuddled with his soaked plushie in his soggy mess as he drifted back to sleep, glad to have his plushie back and looking forward to more naughty adventures with the potty.

The end.