Ochre clutched his plush Cluey tightly to him as he sat nervously in in his booster seat.  “Will the other kids see that I still have to ride in a booster seat?” he wondered to himself.  As the trees passed by, he knew there was more to worry about than just the booster seat. The thin Pull-Up in his shorts was one more worry that he had on his way to Camp Sunset, his very first sleepaway summer camp. The golden retriever boy had been very hesitant about camp ever since his parents brought it up, but they told him it would be good for him. His mom and dad had even met at the very same camp. Of course, the camp had seen many modern updates, so it wasn’t as though he would be completely separated from the modern world.  Ochre had been told plenty of times that all he ever had to do was tell a counselor he wanted to talk with them, and they’d only be a video call away. It was good for him to make new friends, and learn fun things about nature.  
	“Getting excited? We’re almost there, buddy,” Ochre’s dad said cheerfully. He looked into the review mirror and saw Ochre squirming in his booster seat. “Do we need to make a pit stop before we get to camp?” he asked cautiously.
	“If you need to go potty, now would be the time, sweetie,” Ochre’s mom piped up. “We won’t be to camp for another twenty minutes,” she informed.	
	Ochre thought for a moment. He was wearing a Pull-Up, but the last thing he wanted to do was to show up to camp needing to put a new Pull-Up on. It wasn’t as though they had even gone a particularly long way, as Camp Sunset was only an hour away from where he lived. But he’d been so nervous that he had forgotten to use the bathroom before leaving. He shamefully nodded his head.
	Ochre’s dad sighed. “You sure you don’t just wanna go in your Pull-Up, buddy?” his dad offered, genuinely. He didn’t want to stop only 20 minutes away from the destination.
	“Daaaddd…” Ochre whined.
	“What’s the big deal? When I was your age, I was still in diapers. We’ve talked about this, there’s nothing wrong with going in your pants if you need to,” Ochre’s dad said with a small sheepish grin.
	“Oh hush, Rich. Just because he was potty trained before you don’t mean you should give him bad habits,” Ochre’s mom said, rolling her eyes.
	“What bad habit? It’s not like Pull-Ups were made to stay dry, right?” Rich said in his same joking tone. “Besides, if I recall correctly, I wasn’t the only dog in this car who was still in diapers well past the norm. Who might that other dog be, Honey?” 
	It was Ochre’s mom turn to blush. She shook her head, then looked back at Ochre. “Don’t listen to your father hun. If he had it his way, I’d be changing his diapers to this day,” Honey said, giving her husband a look that hinted at a secret they shared. 
	Rich shrugged. “Not my fault that it never bothered me,” he said. “So how about it, sport? You just go in your Pull-Up, and we make good time,” he said, giving his son a big grin.
	Ochre squirmed, still a bit bashful at the idea of going in his pants on purpose. He’d heard the stories about his dad not being potty trained by his age, but it only made it a little better. It wasn’t as though Ochre wasn’t used to the idea of going in his pants on purpose. His dad encouraged it more often than Ochre could recall. His mom always balked at the bad habit, but never made anything of it. She had secrets of her own. 
	“Are you sure? What about the other campers? They’d see me changing,” he said, his paw in his lap as his urge to pee grew.
	“We’ll take care of it in the car,” Rich said assuredly. “No one will know but us, big guy.”
	“Well…I guess,” Ochre said, perking up a little bit. Hearing his dad confidently tell him to just use his Pull-Up made it feel less babyish. 
	“Well, I’ll leave that up to you boys then. I’ll make sure you get checked in while Dad changes you,” Honey offered.
	And with that, Ochre made his decision. He concentrated for a brief moment, then let out a small sigh of relief as he began to wet his Pull-Up. The warm wetness of his urine blossomed around his crotch as the thirsty material of his special underwear absorbed his “accident” without issue. It was something that Ochre had felt many, many times. He was well past the age where most puppies were potty trained, nearing an age where it teetered on a point where he might never actually be fully potty trained. It was something his mother had been warning him about lately, giving looks to his father any time it came up. His dad always just sheepishly shrugged, and changed the subject. It made him feel better knowing his dad struggled with potty training too, but he was beginning to wonder how much longer his father was in diapers than he was. If he was on the tipping edge of not being potty trained, wouldn’t that mean his dad would have been in even more danger of it? He thought about this as he wet himself, until his bladder was completely voided. 
	“I swear, you boys would pee on everything if it wasn’t for women keeping things dry,” Ochre’s mom said in a joking tone.
	“Not our fault that we got the perfect equipment to pee on stuff!” Rich said with a big grin. “Girls don’t get it,” he said, looking back at his son in the review mirror.
	Ochre giggled a bit at his dad’s happy-go-lucky comment and attitude. He always made him feel better about his accidents, which were still a near-daily experience for him. Neither of his parents seemed to be all that worried, thought. His mom was maybe a bit more vocal about her worries he might miss the biological deadline to be potty trained before his bladder control remained iffy at best.  He was mostly proficient at keeping the seat of his Pull-Ups clean, but messing himself once a week was still the norm for him.  
	Rich, on the other hand, wasn’t worried at all. He didn’t want to stress Ochre out, so he hadn’t yet told him that he had missed the biological deadline to be fully potty trained.  Rich was able to keep his pants clean, but keeping his pants dry was another story. He was one of the unfortunate canids that wasn’t able to fully stay dry before his body locked into its bladder habits.  Every now and then, it’d void all on its own and there was nothing Rich could do about it. He felt blessed to have a wife who was much the same, despite assertions otherwise. They had met at a meeting for college students that suffered from the unfortunate potty-training failure, and had fallen quickly in love. Shortly after graduating they were married, and Ochre was born. Now, years later, their son was struggling with the same problems.  Rich didn’t mind if it happened, as he lived a perfectly healthy life with the affliction. Honey, however, hoped Ochre would be able to grow past it and end up fully trained, unlike his parents. 
	Ochre knew nothing about his parents struggles, but was all the same happy that they were so kind about his accidents. His dad was especially nice, sometimes even telling him “Good job,” in secret when his mom couldn’t hear. As he sat in his soggy Pull-Up he didn’t really feel like a good dog, but with the entrance to the camp quickly arriving on the horizon, that worry.
	“There it is!” Rich said triumphantly. “We made great time, thanks to our little trooper,” he said, giving his son a wink. 
	Ochre wagged his tail at the praise, feeling better about his little accident. 
	“Hope it was worth the ten minutes we saved,” Honey said with a sigh. She didn’t seem all that upset, and just rolled her eyes at her son and husband. 
	“Sure it was! I can change this guy’s butt in much less time,” Rich said with a smirk.
	“Daaaadddd,” Ochre whined. But he couldn’t help but grin at his dad’s enthusiasm. If his dad was calm and confident, he could do his best to be like him. But as the car was parked, and he heard the noises of the other campers outside in the parking lot, greeting their friends from the previous summer, his confidence began to wane.
	“I’ll go get him checked in. You make sure to keep your promise, Rich. Don’t let anyone see,” Honey said, much more seriously. She gave Rich a stern look, letting him know she was serious.
	Rich nodded, also looking a bit more serious. He had a promise to keep to his son, and he fully intended on doing it. Whatever happened at camp was up to Ochre, but he wasn’t going to blow his cover right away. 
	Ochre sat in his booster seat, then waited for his dad to sneak into the back of the SUV they’d driven to the camp. Rich carefully scooped Ochre out of the seat, and laid him down in the back of the SUV. The high, tinted windows made it nearly impossible for anyone to potentially see in, but if someone were to press up against the car, it’d be a sure thing that they were seen. But luckily, no one was that rude. Ochre felt his dad made quick work of his wet Pull-Up, wiping him clean and dry in under a minute, then helping him into a fresh Pull-Up.
	“See, we made great time. Thanks for being a good sport about it, bud,” Rich said with a warm smile. He kissed Ochre on the forehead, then opened up the back of the SUV. “Hop on out, and we can go find mom,” the older golden retriever said. 
Ochre did as he was told, and waited outside the SUV for his father. He gasped as he suddenly felt his dad’s head poke between his legs, and he was quickly hefted into the air, riding on his dad’s shoulders. 
“Alright, Camp Sunset here we come!” Rich said dramatically, then began quickly racing toward the main office building of the camp.
Ochre held on for dear life as his dad ran. He giggled gleefully as he was carried to the office, speeding past other campers and parents as they loaded into the camp. He didn’t care if it was a bit childish to ride on his dad’s shoulders. He was still little enough that Rich could carry him on his shoulders with ease. 
Rich lifted Ochre off his shoulders and set him gently down as they neared the office. “Okay, mom should be in there. Let’s make sure she got you all signed in and then we can take you to your bunk,” he said, wagging his tail and reaching out his paw for Ochre to take.
Ochre grabbed his dad’s paw, and walked into the office. He was greeted by his mom’s friendly face, and a few other people he’d never met before that all also looked friendly.
“You’re all checked in!” Honey said with a grin. “My little man is growing up so fast,” she said proudly.
“Whaddya mean? I’m already grown up,” Rich joked.
“Debatable,” Honey said, rolling her eyes. “Ignore your father. We are so proud of you for agreeing to go to camp. I know how scary it is to be away from us, but I promise it’ll be a great time.”
Ochre felt his heart sink a little as his mom mentioned that he was going to be without them. It would be two whole weeks before he saw them again. He felt himself starting to tear up, but did his best to fight off tears. He didn’t want to be a crybaby right away.
“That’s right! We think you’re very brave and grown up, buddy. Now, let’s go see your cabin!” Rich said as excitedly as he could. He could tell that Ochre was starting to pull back, and didn’t want to scare him any more than he already appeared to be.
The golden retriever family walked together to their SUV to grab Ochre’s bags, and then made their way to the cabins. Ochre looked around at all the other campers getting settled in their own cabins, and saying goodbye to their parents. It seemed like all the other campers had either done this before, or were just not as nervous as he was, as they almost seemed to be trying to get away from their parents. Ochre was in the youngest group, only barely reaching the age requirement a month before camp started. So, the other campers that were around his age, were all also clinging to their parents. 
“Okay, Cabin 3212, that’s you!” Rich said, pointing at the sign. 
“Looks cozy!” Honey said, surprised at how modern the cabins looked. They were no longer the simple wooden cabins with one window, and wasp nests tucked away in the corners. They had AC units, glass windows, and what appeared to be all sorts of modern amenities.  Camp might be camp, but the cabin seemed more like a dorm than a cabin by her standards.
Ochre was taken aback by how new the cabin looked. It wasn’t nearly as scary as he thought it would be. 
“Hey look, there’s other kids inside already. So, how about this, kiddo. We go get your bunk settled, and then we get outta your fur so you can start making friends,” Rich said softly. 
Ochre’s heart began to race. His parents were actually going to be leaving. He had to stay brave. There were so many other campers running around. He couldn’t cry in front of them. He had to keep a brave face for his parents, the other campers, and himself. He just nodded, and opened the door to the cabin.  The cold air of an air-conditioned room hit him, and he was happy to be out of the heat of the muggy summer air in the camp. 
“Okay, bunk 16 is yours,” Rich said, looking at the paperwork he’d been given.
“How come there’s no bunk beds? I thought there’d definitely be bunk beds,” Ochre said. All of the cabins he’d seen on the website for Camp Sunset had bunk beds, but his cabin lacked any at all. 
Rich and Honey shared a look, but said nothing.  They just began helping Ochre put his things into a foot locker at the end of his bed, and made sure to take special care to hide the nighttime Pull-Ups that Ochre needed. There was a month’s supply, even though he was only there for two weeks. They didn’t want to risk him running out, so they sent plenty extra. They told him before they had even signed him up, that he would have to wear nighttime Pull-Ups as part of the rules for campers that had not yet gotten past the potty-training deadline, or had not yet been able to stay dry at night. Ochre met both requirements. He fussed a bit at first, but was told it wasn’t a big deal. It was even a rule of the camp, so he was assured he wouldn’t be the only one. But as Ochre looked at the other beds in the room, he wondered how many others would also be needing special protection. 
Rich, Honey, and Ochre shared a short goodbye. His parents knew if they prolonged it, it would only make it worse. Ochre knew this too. He said a quiet goodbye to each of his parents, giving them both a hug and a kiss, then sat on his bed and waited for them to leave.
Ochre sat in his bed, trying to hold back tears, and wishing he’d brought his Cluey plush to camp. He knew better than to do that, though. Cluey was for babies. He knew that. He didn’t care at home, but at camp he knew he couldn’t sleep with a Cluey plush. He’d packed away a brand-new Lava Lab plush in his bag if he really needed a plush, but he decided to keep it in his trunk until he saw someone else sleeping with a stuffy. His parents had let him pick out a new stuffy toy for camp. Something without an emotional connection that wouldn’t cause a meltdown if it was lost or ruined in some way. He debated taking it out of his trunk right then, and cuddling it until he felt better, but he just held his knees and waited until he calmed down.
“Hi!” a voice said loudly.
Ochre jumped, startled, then turned to face the person who’d spoken to him.  He saw a rabbit boy staring back at him. His fur was a mix of dark brown and light tans swirling together, and his amber eyes shone brightly. 
“H-hi,” Ochre said timidly.
“You’re new here. I would know. I know everyone in this cabin, except the new kids who show up. You’re one of the new kids!” the rabbit said eagerly. 
Ochre nodded, eyeing the older rabbit boy curiously. He was notably older by a few years. At least 3 or 4, Ochre guessed.
“I’m Toffee,” the rabbit said, sticking out his paw.
Ochre shyly reached out and shook the rabbit’s paw, and felt his tail begin to wag slowly.
“I’m Ochre,” he said, finding his voice.
“Good to meet ya!” Toffee said. His energy was infectious, nearly bouncing in place as he stood waiting with what seemed like anticipation.
	“Good to meet you too!” Ochre said, perking up a bit. 
	Ochre perking up seemed to give Toffee even more energy. “C’mon I gotta introduce you to all the other people in cabin 3212! Then we can meet all the newbies together too,” Toffee said impatiently. He tugged on Ochre’s paw, and soon Ochre was trailing behind him. 
	“That bed belongs to Smoke. He’s a bunny like me. Same age too, but he’s gray so you won’t get us mixed up,” Toffee explained, pointing at the bed to the left of Ochre’s. “And that bed is Slate’s!”, Toffee explained, pointing to the bed to the right of Ochre’s. “He’s a husky, one year older than you I’d guess. He’s a little shy but he’s nice too!” 
	Ochre nodded, happy to know who his nearby bedmates would be. 
	“Where do you sleep?” Ochre asked as Toffee began to lead him out of the cabin. 
	“Right here!” Toffee said, pointing to the bed closest to the door, on the right side of the cabin. “So, if you need me, just come here and I’ll find you!” Toffee said, his bushy tail wiggling like it was ready to fall off of him. 
Ochre was already feeling a lot better. Toffee’s energy was infectious, and it made Ochre feel more comfortable. 
“Oh! Wait, before we leave, do you need a change?” Toffee asked. 
“No, I think this outfit is okay, right? Are we supposed to wear something else or something? I just have my shorts and t-shirt,” Ochre said.
Toffee shook his head. “No, not your clothes silly. Do you need a new diaper? Or a pull-up?” 
Ochre felt his body begin to run cold. “I-I don’t wear those…” he lied.
Toffee frowned. “Yes you do! You’re in cabin 3212!” he said matter-of-factly.
“What does that mean?” Ochre said nervously.
Toffee’s eyes lit up. “You mean no one told you!?” he asked, aghast.
Ochre shook his head. Toffee seemed taken aback, but shook his head. He looked around, made sure the cabin door was closed, then tugged his cloth shorts down to his ankles. A damp Hero Hounds Pull-Up hung between Toffees legs. Ochre stared openly at the older boy’s wet Pull-Up. 
“Everyone in bunk 3212 needs diapers, or Pull-Ups! Or at least they still wet the bed. Are you one of the campers who still is only a bedwetter?” Toffee asked. Rather than pulling his shorts back up, he took note of how soggy his Pull-Up was, then wandered over to his foot locker. He tugged down the wet training pants, and let them fall to the floor with a wet slap. 
Ochre was in shock. Not only had Toffee shown off his wet Pull-Up without so much as a second thought, he was changing right in front of him as though it were the most normal thing in the world. 
“Y-you mean everyone in this cabin still wears…” Ochre said, trailing off.
“Mhmm!” Toffee said, wiping himself with wet wipes. 
“If you’re just a bed wetter you’re actually one of the rare ones! Most of the boys in here wear Pull-Ups like me. Some of em even wear diapers still. Slate is one of the ones still in diapers, which I think is why he’s a bit shy. Smoke says he only wears Pull-Ups “just in case” but we all know better. So, are you only a bedwetter?” Toffee babbled.
Ochre didn’t know how to respond. He was wearing briefs, but his thoughts went to the accident he had in his booster seat, wearing a Pull-Up less than hour ago. 
“Umm…well I guess I’m a bedwetter, but…” the golden retriever trailed off.
“Buuuuuut?” Toffee asked, pulling up a new Pull-Up.
“Sometimes I still wear Pull-Ups,” Ochre admitted. He couldn’t believe what he was saying. If he didn’t just watch Toffee put on a Pull-Up of his own, he’d have never thought he would admit something like that to another boy his age, let alone a boy that was older than him. 
“That’s great! You’ll fit in just fine,” Toffee said excitedly, pulling his shorts back up. “Are you wearing one right now?” the rabbit asked.
Ochre shook his head. “I’m wearing big boy- I mean, I’m wearing underwear,” Ochre said sheepishly.
Toffee shrugged. “Wanna wear one?” 
Ochre paused. “I only really brought enough for night time…” he said.
Toffee rolled his eyes. “So? If you run out, the camp will just give you more,” he explained.
“R-really?” Ochre asked.
Toffee nodded eagerly. “Yeah! They keep em around so we don’t ruin the beds. If we run out, or forget to pack em, they keep a bunch in the nurse’s office so we don’t make messes or need to do laundry all the time.” 
Ochre could hardly believe what he was hearing. Toffee was so casual about it. He’d even changed right in front of him. 
“Soooo…wanna wear one?” Toffee said, grinning widely.
Ochre paused for a moment. Toffee was the only person he’d met at camp so far, but he seemed friendly, and like someone he’d want to keep around. 
“Uh…sure!” the puppy said, feeling himself blush a bit.
“Then let’s get you changed!” Toffee said, leading the way back to Ochre’s foot locker. 
Ochre opened his foot locker, and sheepishly pulled out one of his night time diapers. They were adorned with moons and stars. They weren’t nearly as cool as Toffee’s he thought to himself. 
He stared at the Pull-Up, then at Toffee. “Is there a bathroom for me to change in?” 
Toffee rolled his eyes dramatically. “Come on, just change right here. You already saw me naked, right?” 
Ochre paused, then nodded. He had seen Toffee naked within ten minutes of meeting him. He’d already set a strange precedent. But the rabbit’s energy was too bubbly not to feel comfortable. He took a deep breath, and tugged his own pants down. His Demo Dog undies came into view, and he quickly tugged those down as well. He stepped out of his shorts, into the Pull-Up, and pulled it up.
“Alright! We both like Hero Hounds!” Toffee said excitedly.
“Doesn’t everyone? Ochre giggled.
“Good point,” Toffee said with a grin. He waited impatiently for Ochre to pull his shorts back up. “You got a cute weewee by the way,” he said.
Ochre felt his face get hot. “Y-you looked?” 
Toffee rolled his eyes again. “Duuuuh. You didn’t look at mine?” 
Ochre shook his head. Before he could react, Toffee pulled his pants back down, revealing his bits to him. 
“Here, look!” Toffee said, keeping his bits on display until he was sure Ochre had seen enough.
Ochre couldn’t help but look directly between Toffee’s legs. The rabbit’s bits were bigger than his, which made him a little self-conscious, but he wasn’t entirely sure why. He watched Toffee pull his pants back up, then stick out his tongue.
“You can look more later,” Toffee said. “Come on, let’s go meet the others!” 
Ochre was dragged along by Toffee, wagging his tail as his new friend led the way. He was introduced to all of Toffees camp friends, who all seemed friendly in their own way. Most of the people he met were from other cabins than 3212, which surprised him. He figured that with such an embarrassing secret, all the campers from cabin 3212 kept to themselves. But Toffee seemed to know campers, including girls, from all the other cabins. 
“That’s cabin 1655. That’s the girl version of our cabin,” Toffee said, pointing at the cabin marked clearly with the numbers 1655. “We’re not supposed to know which cabins are the baby cabins, but we all do,” he explained.
“B-baby cabins?” Ochre asked shyly.
Toffee groaned. “Oh, come on, you’re so shy about it for no reason. We’re a bunch a potty pants, it’s no big deal!” Toffee said, a bit louder than Ochre would have liked.
“You mean no one cares?” Ochre asked.
“No one that matters,” Toffee said with a shrug. “For every meanie who makes fun of us for not being potty trained, there’s a fellow camper who hasn’t stayed dry for more than a week in their life.” 
Ochre was in awe. He was almost positive he was the only boy at his school that still had potty problems, but here at this camp there seemed to be more than he could count. 
“There’s one right now!” Toffee said, pointing at a cougar girl. “Hey! Lilac! Over here!” Toffee called. 
The cougar girl turned her head, saw Toffee, and even though Ochre couldn’t see her eyes, he could tell she was rolling them dramatically. But despite her body language, she trotted over to greet Toffee.
“Whadda you want, Toffee? Who’s the new kid?” Lilac asked, crossing her arms.
“This is Ochre. He pees his pants,” Toffee said.
“Hey!” Ochre hissed, looking at Toffee aghast.
“Geeze, let the guy breathe a bit, Toffee. You’re too much sometimes, you know that?” Lilac said. She looked at Ochre and gave him a warm smile. “Good to meet you Ochre. I’m Lilac,” she said warmly. “I pee my pants too,” she added, keeping her voice low. 
“G-good to meet you,” Ochre said, trying to hide his shyness as best as he could. He couldn’t ignore how pretty she was. Her tan fur blended into a soft white near her neck, and Ochre imagined that her belly was the same soft white as well. Her green eyes shone like sunlight through the treetops.
“I’m guessing Toffee is showing you the ropes of cabins 3212 and 1655?” Lilac asked.
“He’s showing me around camp and stuff. He let me know that our cabins are…different” Ochre said, still visibly embarrassed. 
Lilac rested a paw on Ochre’s shoulders. “Don’t let his enthusiasm spook ya. We’re not all as proud about our potty problems as Toffee here. But, we stick together and have each other’s backs. If anyone ever bugs ya, just come find any one of us. We’ll set em straight,” she said with a wink. She turned to address Toffee. “Take it easy on the newbies this year, Toffee. Poor guy was about to wet himself,” she said, giving Ochre a small wink. 
Ochre blushed, but stayed quiet. “Yeah well, just make sure you make your campers feel as comfortable as the boys in 3212 and I won’t have to do it for ya,” the rabbit boy said with a smirk. 
Lilac and Toffee shared a quick hug, then the cougar girl turned and hugged Ochre as well. “Welcome to Camp Sunset,” she said softly, then gave the puppy’s butt a couple discreet pats. “If you ever need a change, come to cabin 1655, cutie,” she whispered in his ear. 
Ochre just nodded, too stunned to speak.
“Come on!” Toffee said impatiently. “You can flirt with girls later,” he said, sticking up his nose. 
Lilac stuck out her tongue, but waved as Toffee drug Ochre toward another cabin.  
Toffee banged on the door to a cabin labeled 6116, until a scowling tiger opened it up.  The scowl turned into a look of minor annoyance as the tiger realized who it was.
	“Took you long enough,” the tiger boy said, giving Toffee a small head shake, then turning to look at Ochre suspiciously. “Who’s this?” 
	“This is Ochre! He’s new!” Toffee explained. This time, Ochre noticed, the subject of his potty problems didn’t come up. Maybe the tiger boy didn’t share in their problem.
	“Is that so?” the tiger said, looking at Ochre from head to toe. “Names Copper,” the tiger said, sticking out a muscular paw. 
	Ochre shook the tiger’s paw, feeling the boy’s strength in his handshake. 
	“I’m showing him around to all the best cabins,” Toffee explained. 
	Copper grinned widely at that comment puffing out his chest a bit. “Now that’s more like it,” he said. 
	“Cabin 6116 has won the capture the flag competition three years in a row,” Toffee explained. 
	“And I’ll be damned if we don’t win this year too,” Copper boasted, puffing out his chest.
	Ochre pretended like he didn’t just hear the older boy use a bad word. He’d heard boys using bad words before, but hadn’t yet taken to them himself. 
	Copper turned his attention to Toffee. “Has he told you what else cabin 6116 is known for?”
	Ochre shook his head.
	“I can’t tell him aaaallll the secrets yet,” Toffee said with a light giggle. 
	Copper just grinned, and turned to look back in his cabin. “Well, when you get him introduced to everyone, he’s welcome to join us tonight. If he comes with you, that is,” he said, looking at Ochre as he said it. 
	Ochre swallowed nervously, but nodded. 
	“Don’t worry, I won’t let him leave my sight for the day. I got a good feeling about this one,” Toffee said. 
	Ochre just pretended to know what Toffee meant, before saying a short goodbye to Copper. 
	“Let’s go back to our cabin to see if there are any other newbies, or if maybe Smoke or Slate are there!” Toffee said excitedly. “We wanna go together to opening ceremonies together.”
	Ochre just let Toffee lead the way. He drank from his water bottle as the heat of the day wore down on him, doing his best to remain hydrated as he’d been instructed. 
	Ochre sighed as the cold air of his cabin greeted him. There were more campers in the cabin then, milling about and chatting. 
	“Slate! Smoke!” Toffee said excitedly. 
	The gray rabbit, and the fluffy husky, turned to face Toffee. Toffee dragged Ochre over to the other campers, and his tail wriggled eagerly.
	“This is Ochre! He’s in the bed between you this year, since Shade isn’t coming back this year,” Toffee explained. 
	Slate and Smoke both looked independently a bit sad that an old friend wouldn’t be returning, but they put on weak smiles as they introduced themselves. They all shook paws and made light small talk as they sat on their beds, with Toffee sitting next to Ochre. 
	“Can you believe it? No one told Ochre that this is the pants wetter cabin,” Toffee said, nearly doubled over with laughter.
	“Really? Not even your parents?” Smoke asked, shocked.
	Ochre shook his head. “I didn’t think there’d be a whole cabin for boys who still wet the bed…I was just going to do my best to keep it secret,” the golden retriever said. 
	“For two weeks?” Slate asked, then whistled, impressed. “That’s gutsy. I never would have agreed to go to camp if I didn’t know I’d be around people who also…” Slate said, trailing off. He motioned at his crotch. “…were like me.”
	“You mean diaper wearing puppies?” Toffee teased.
	“Hey! Just because you wear Pull-Ups doesn’t mean you’re any drier than me,” Slate pouted. 
	“Definitely not drier than me,” Smoke boasted. “Been almost a whole week since my last accident” he bragged.
	Toffee shrugged. “I don’t really keep track,”
	“What about you, Ochre?” Smoke asked curiously.
	“Uh…well, I wet my Pull-Up in the car on the drive here, but that was on purpose! My dad told me to do it cuz he didn’t want to stop.” 
	The other boys all laughed, then nodded as though they’d experienced something similar. 
	“Maybe one day you’ll wear Pull-Ups too, Slate,” Toffee said, hopping over to Slate’s bed. He poked at the husky’s crotch, and the dog batted his paw away.
	“Stoppit…” Slate mumbled.
	“Aww come on, do you need a change? That felt pretty squishy,” Toffee said, grinning.
	“No…” Slate said, unconvincingly.
	Smoke just shook his head. “Come on, Slate. You know he’s gonna find out anyway. Might as well get it over with. If you need a change let’s do it before opening ceremony,” he said.
	Slate sight. “Fine…yes, I’m wet,” the husky admitted.
	Toffee beamed. “Can I change your diaper? Can I? Please?” the rabbit boy begged.
	“Whatever, it’s not like you’d let me do it by myself anyway,” Slate sighed. He laid back, defeated, and didn’t bother fussing as Toffee quickly tugged off his pants. His soaked diaper came into view, also sharing Hero Hounds prints much like the Pull-Ups Toffee was wearing. 
	Ochre tried not to stare, but he saw that Smoke was watching openly, so he turned his gaze back to the scene of Toffee changing Slate’s diaper.  The rabbit boy seemed strangely skilled, making quick work of changing the husky’s wet diaper. He wiped his crotch quickly and efficiently, not even bothering to stop and tease the husky by giving him extra attention to his exposed bits. Ochre thought about looking away, saving the husky some embarrassment as his most private area was on display, but the diapered puppy didn’t seem all that bothered. None of the other campers were even paying attention, as though this was just something normal that took place. 
	Toffee finished diapering Slate, who then tightly hugged the rabbit boy and licked his cheek. 
	The four boys chatted for a while, before the three in Pull-Ups changed into dry Pull-Ups, Ochre sheepishly wondering when he’d wet himself. He didn’t recall having an accident, which made him a little nervous, but he didn’t want to let that worry ruin the fun of opening ceremonies. 
	Ochre, Toffee, Smoke, and Slate sat together during opening ceremonies. The counselors and junior counselors all introduced themselves, made the campers aware of the rules, and told them that the next two weeks were going to be a memorable part of their lives, with new friends made, and new friends to be discovered in the coming years for all the new campers, and returning campers. 
	“Fiiiinally,” Toffee said, as the ceremony ended. Now we can go to the real opening ceremony. 
	Ochre looked at Toffee and tilted his head. “Real opening ceremony?” 
	Smoke looked at Toffee suspiciously. “You didn’t tell him?”
	Toffee shrugged. “Not eeeeverything. Jeeze, can’t some things be kept a surprise?” 
	“Some things should probably at least be mentioned,” Smoke warned. 
	“Oh, calm down. We just have to wait a little while longer until sun down, and then we can worry about surprises,” Toffee said off-handedly. 
	Ochre wanted to ask more questions, but he hung back and walked with Slate, who was a bit quiet. He liked the peaceful nature that Slate had around him. It wasn’t that the husky was incredibly shy, he just didn’t seem to have a lot to say. Ochre could understand that, and decided to just let Toffee and Smoke bicker, rather than join in.  
	Sun down came quickly as they chatted in their cabin. Some of the other boys tucked themselves into bed, and others stayed up. But Smoke, Toffee, and Slate started walking toward the door. 
	“Isn’t it curfew? The sun is down,” Ochre said, confused.
	“Don’t worry, this happens every year. Curfew is…a suggestion,” Toffee said with a smirk.
	Smoke nodded, and gave Ochre a light smile. “Just stay quiet until we get where we’re going, okay? Just because a lot of us break curfew doesn’t mean the counselors won’t get on us if we’re loud about it,” he explained.
	Ochre nodded in understanding, then followed the three boys in the dark. He kept his paws on the boy in front of him, Slate, until they arrived to cabin 6116. Toffee nodded a series of light knocks, and the door slowly opened. Copper poked his head out, saw the group, and motioned with his head for them to come in. The four boys entered, and Ochre was greeted by a sight that left his jaw hanging open.
	The cabin was full of campers, boys and girls, all chatting together. But what left Ochre in shock, is that no one was wearing pants. Some campers wore underpants, while others went completely bottomless. And, to Ochre’s shock, some were wearing Pull-Ups and diapers. 
	“W-what…what is this?” Ochre asked, confused.
	“Welcome to opening night at Camp Sunset! The bottomless party is night one, and it only gets more fun from there,” Toffee said eagerly, playfully shaking Ochre by his shoulders. 
	Ochre felt like there was some sort of joke being played on him, but when he looked to Smoke and Slate for confirmation, they had both already shed their pants. Even the shy husky seemed at ease in just his t shirt and diaper. 
	“Pants off,” Copper demanded, looking at Ochre. It wasn’t mean, or cruel, but it was direct and forceful. It was a command, not a request. 
	Toffee shed his shorts without a second thought, and tossed them with Slate’s and Smoke’s. Ochre looked around, then sheepishly tugged his own pants down. Copper watched, then rolled his eyes. “Of course he’s one of yours,” Copper said, eyeing Toffee.
	“Did you expect any different?” the rabbit boy said, sticking out his tongue and rubbing the front of his Pull-Up playfully. 
	Copper just shook his head, then looked at Ochre. “Diapers and Pull-Ups are welcome, but no public changes. If you need a change, you do it in the bathroom. Understood?” he asked. 
	Ochre nodded, still in a bit of shock. Copper gave Ochre a friendly grin. “Welcome to Camp Sunset.”
	The golden retriever puppy stuck close to Toffee, unsure of what to do. 
	“Go talk to people!” Toffee encouraged. “You can talk to us three whenever you want. This is where you make even more friends,” he said, waving Ochre away. 
	Ochre sheepishly began meandering from bed to bed, trying to find a conversation that he could engage in. He tried to keep his eyes politely away from the crotches of his fellow campers, but found it hard. Boys had their sheathes openly on display, if they weren’t hidden by cartoon print underpants, and girls had their slits shamelessly out for anyone to see, spreading their legs so people could look. He found that more girls went totally bottomless, with only a couple girls wearing panties. 
	“Hey,” a soft voice said to Ochre. He felt a paw on his shoulder, and turned to see Lilac.
	“Glad to see you here,” the soft voice of Lilac told him. 
	Ochre wagged his tail shyly, and nodded. He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander down to see what Lilac was wearing.  He felt a strange sensation rising in him as he laid eyes on her Pull-Up.
	“Night time Pull-Ups, huh?” Lilac asked, breaking the silence.
	“Y-yeah!” Ochre said, scratching the back of his head. “I didn’t expect to be wearing Pull-Ups outside of the night time,” he said.
	“Oh, you can stay dry during the day?” Lilac asked, seemingly impressed.
	“Most times,” Ochre said sheepishly.
	Lilac smirked. “Only most times?”
	Ochre squirmed. “Well…sometimes it just happens. But I was going to do my best to stay dry this whole camp,” he explained. “I’m trying to make sure I don’t pass the potty training deadline.”
	Lilac nodded, a shy look appearing on her face. “Avoid it if you can. You don’t wanna end up like me,” the cougar said. 
	“You mean you…you missed it?” Ochre asked.
	Lilac noded. “One day I just started peeing without realizing I needed to go. Then it happened again, and again. Now I can only tell I need to go about one in five times,” she said. 
	“I’m sorry…” Ochre said sympathetically.
	Lilac shrugged. “It is what it is,” she said. “I’m over it. My cousin failed too so it’s not really a big deal.”
	“Well, I’m glad you’ve got a good attitude about it,” Ochre said, wagging his tail. 
	“Thanks! So, how much longer do you think you’ve got before you fail?” she asked.
	“Well, my dad was in diapers even longer than I’ve been in Pull-Ups so I think I might have some time,” he said.
	“That’s good!” Lilac said warmly. 
	“I’m hoping I’ll catch on soon…especially cuz I still…I mean, never mind,” Ochre said, abut to accidentally reveal an even more embarrassing secret. 
	Lilac giggled. “Nooo come on, tell me!” 
	“I can’t, it’s too embarrassing,” Ochre said, folding his ears against his head.
	“Pleaaase?” Lilac asked, giving Ochre her best approximation of puppy eyes. For a cougar, Ochre thought she could give very good puppy eyes.
	“Well…cuz, sometimes I still…kinda…poop my pants,” Ochre mumbled.
	Lilac’s eyes brightened, and she giggled. “Me too!” she admitted.
	“R-really?!” Ochre asked, shocked.
	Lilac nodded. “Yep! I’m like, the only girl in my bunk too. I have to be careful about hiding it cuz I don’t like being the odd one out.” 
	Ochre grinned and scooted a little closer to Lilac. “Well, I guess we can keep each other’s secret then,” he said.
	“Deal,” Lilac said, holding out her pinky. They pinky promised, and slowly scooted closer to one another. 
	“You have it a little easier, though,” Lilac said.
	“I do?” Ochre asked.
	“Yeah. Boys aren’t expected to get a hold of that as easily. Girls are supposed to train faster than boys. Plus, I mean, you have Slate in your bunk. He still wears diapers, not even Pull-Ups,” Lilac said, “not that it’s a big deal, but even if you did poop your pants, no one would tease you I bet.”
	“I don’t know, I feel like Toffee would definitely tease me,” Ochre said, looking over at his new Rabbit friend.
	“Hah!” Lilac scoffed, “if he does, just tell him that Lilac remembers the ‘lunch room incident’ and he’ll be quiet about any messy pants.” 
	Ochre giggled. “Thanks, I will.”
	The two sat next to one another, eventually having scooted so close that their legs were touching. 
	“So, do you know what else happens at these parties?” Lilac asked.
	“You mean there’s more than just people going around without pants on?” Ochre asked.
	“Oh man, they really didn’t tell you anything,” the cougar girl said with a giggle. “It’ll happen soon, don’t worry,” she promised.
	Almost as though on queue, Copper rapped his knuckles on a bed post. Everyone quieted down, as the tiger reached under his bed, and grabbed a worn out cardboard box. “Alright everyone, you know the drill. Find one you like, take care of it, and if you ruin it, you owe me three new ones,” the tiger said. Everyone lined up, and Ochre joined the line behind Lilac.
	“Can you um…stay with me after we pick?” Lilac asked. 
	“Uh, sure?” Ochre said. “You wanna hang out with me more?” he asked sheepishly.
	Lilac just giggled. “You’re too cute.
	Ochre and Lilac stood in line until it was their turn to grab whatever people were taking from the box. As Ochre got closer, he saw that people were taking magazines. When he got even closer, he saw that the magazines had pictures of naked people on them. His body got warm, as he realized what they were. They were naughty magazines. 
	“One or two?” Copper asked, eyeing Lilac and Ochre.
	“Just one, please” Lilac requested.
	Copper eyed Ochre from head to toe, then a wide grin spread across his muzzle. “Good work, dude,” he said, handing Lilac a nudie mag. “You’re gonna make everyone jealous.”
	“Oh hush,” Lilac said, shaking her head at Copper.
	Copper just winked at Ochre, then went back to handing out more nudie magazines.
	Lilac took Ochre’s paw and led him over to the bed where they’d been sitting, and patted the spot next to her. Ochre sat next to her with his heart beating, and felt it beat even faster as Lilac scooted closer to him, so they were touching. 
	The cougar girl opened the magazine to the opening page, where a muscular male wolf was taking a sexy female wolf from behind.  Ochre had never seen anything like it, but he was intrigued. Something in him began to feel funny, and with Lilac so close to him, it felt right. 
	“You like that one?” Lilac asked. Her own body temperature was rising, even from the rather basic porn she held in her paws. 
	“Y-yeah, I guess,” Ochre said, unsure of how to answer. 
	“Want me to turn to the next one?” she asked. 
	Ochre nodded, then waited for her to turn the page. He looked up, and took in the sights of the rooms. Boys and girls were paired up, boys and boys were paired up, girls and girls were paired up, and some groups numbered anywhere from 3 to 5. Campers that had once been wearing underpants had shed them, and had their paws in their laps. Ochre looked for Toffee, Smoke, and Slate, who were grouped together. They had all tugged their Pull-Ups and diaper down to let loose their sheaths, and they were openly rubbing at themselves. 
	“Do you wanna take ours off?” Lilac asked, noticing Ochre looking around the room.
	“Uh, should we?” Ochre asked nervously.
	“Do you think you’re gonna pee your pants?” Lilac asked with a giggle.
	“No!” Ochre said defensively, but not convincingly.
	“Well, if you think you can hold it, I think we should take ours down too,” Lilac said softly. 
	Ochre held his breath as Lilac took the lead, and slowly pulled her pink Pull-Up down. He tried not to stare, but found it impossible not to. His gaze landed squarely between her legs, and he felt something stirring in his Pull-Up as her puffy slit came into view. The golden retriever’s had the sex talk with him not all that long ago, so he understood what his body was feeling, but it was the first time he had ever put it into practice. 
	“Okay, your turn,” Lilac said expectantly. 
	Ochre gulped, but knew that he couldn’t back out. It would have been rude. He clumsily tugged down his Pull-Up, and blushed as his lil red rocket came into view. It bobbed between his legs, and continued to grow. 
	Lilac looked at the puppy boy’s peen just as intensely as he’d stared between her legs. She couldn’t help it either. “Can I touch it?” she asked quietly.
	Ochre couldn’t speak, so he just nodded. He watched the cougar girl’s paw slowly reach out and shivered as it wrapped around his length. 
	“Wow…” Lilac breathed. She’d never done this with a boy, even at the cabin parties in years past. She’d always kept to herself, opting to just masturbate in the group setting. But something about Ochre was speaking to her. 
	Ochre didn’t know what to do. He just rested on his paws as Lilac curiously played with his length. He took note that many of the other groups were getting a bit more touchy-feely as well. The pornography had just been something to set the mood, it seemed. 
	“Wanna look at another page?” Lilac asked breathily. 
	“Uhuh,” Ochre said, nearly choking on his spit. 
	The cougar girl turned the page.  The next page had an article, and a picture of a doe with her legs spread wide open, showing off her pussy which dripped some sort of fluid. 
	“Wow…” Ochre said. The doe was cute, he thought, but not nearly as cute as Lilac.
	“You like it?” Lilac asked.
	“S-sure…I like yours better thought,” Ochre said. He didn’t know where it had come from. It felt bold. It felt like someone else’s words had been spoken by him. But when he said it, he saw something light up in Lilac’s eyes.
	“You can take a closer look if you want,” Lilac said, she scooted back away from Ochre, and spread her legs for him.
	Ochre didn’t waste any time looking directly between her legs. He stared directly at the puffy pink slit between her legs. His cock throbbed, and he had to fight an urge that he couldn’t quite place. He knew he wasn’t supposed to do certain things with girls until he was older, but his body craved the pussy in front of him. 
	“Remember, no fucking on day one,” Copper announced, as the sounds of moans and slick paws rubbing on sensitive naughty parts filled the cabin. A few grumbles were heard from the announcement, but no one protested. “That includes mouth stuff. Hands only on night one. We don’t want to have too much fun right away” Copper reitereated.
	“Oh, come on…” a voice Ochre didn’t recognize called out. 
	Ochre heard Lilac huff a little, and watched as her paw made its way between her legs. 
	“Well…I guess I can’t put your muzzle to work just yet,” she purred.
	Ochre squirmed. Something about the idea of licking the hot spot between her legs seemed so appealing. 
	“C-can I touch yours?” Ochre asked already reaching out.
	Lilac nodded, and moved her paw out of the way. She watched with eager anticipation as the curious puppy paw reached for her privates. She let out a high-pitched moan as she felt Ochre’s paw clumsily begin rubbing at her. It didn’t matter if it was clumsy, or inexperienced. The touch was enough to make her squirm. It was enough to make her wet. 
	Ochre felt his paw get damp, and he nearly pulled his paw pack. “Did you just pee on me?” he asked. It wasn’t asked in disgust, but in genuine curiousity.
	Lilac giggled and shook her head. “N-no…that happens with girls when you get them excited. We get all wet down there,” she explained.
	“Oh…does that mean I can keep going?” he asked, going ahead and rubbing her more anyway.
	“Y-yes…” Lilac moaned as Ochre rubbed her. She eventually stopped him, and sat herself up. She repositioned herself next to the confused Ochre, and then began slowly stroking him.
	Understanding a bit better, Ochre got back to work rubbing Lilac between her legs. The two huffed and moaned together, making quiet pleasured noises as they masturbated one another. Their moans and huffs matched the others in the room. The smell of spunk and sex was thick in the air. Some boys were sheepishly fussing about popping a bit earlier than they had hoped, either being playfully teased by their friends, or gently comforted by the girls that had stroked them to completion.
	Lilac admired the puppy parts she held in her paw. Ochre was a bit short in stature, but his bits didn’t seem to match his smaller size. He wasn’t huge, but the pup definitely wasn’t the smallest she’d seen, even among some of the older campers. But this was the very first she’d held in her paw. The very first she’d ever stroked. The very first she’d ever had dripping precum into the soft fur of her paw. She squirmed on the towel that had been sat down on the bed, matching the rest of the beds with towels or other mats provided for the naughty party. The towel under her was damp, and getting wetter. 
	Ochre’s fingers were wet. The fur of his digits was matted and slick, but he didn’t let that stop him. He continued slowly fingering Lilac as she stroked him off. He felt tingling beginning to grow in his groin, but couldn’t identify what the feeling was. He knew that his penis was supposed to produce semen, but he hadn’t so much as even masturbated, so he wasn’t sure what the feeling of making semen felt like. But as the tingles grew, he had an idea of what was going to happen.
	“S-something is happening,” he moaned as his balls began to churn.
	“M-me too…” Lilac huffed. She’d gotten herself off enough times to know what was happening, but Ochre was getting her there faster than she had ever managed to do on her own. 
	The pleasure of the young duo rose together, until suddenly, both cried out in pleasure, cumming together. 
	Ochre’s first orgasm nearly blinded him with pleasure as his cock twitched in Lilac’s paw. It began pumping out splurts of pearly white spunk on Lilac’s paw, and the towel under him. The pleasure was nearly too much for him to handle, and he tried his best to keep from whining pathetically as his first sexual experience had him cumming all over a girl’s paw.
	Lilac’s eyes were rolled back in her head as Ochre’s clumsy paw continued rubbing her as she came. Her body clenched and seized as her orgasms came in bursts, wracking her over and over with unbridled sexual pleasure. The boy who had so sheepishly told her that he still pooped his pants on occasion was making her cum like she’d never came before. 
	The two came down together, panting and catching their breath as their orgasms waned. They leaned on one another for support, taking deep slow breaths as their wits returned. Their pleasure slowly turned into shyness as they realized what they’d just done together. 
	“Was that good?” Lilac asked, licking her paw clean. She found that the spunk tasted good, and was already thinking about how she was going to do her best to get another taste in the next two weeks.
	“Yeah…real good,” Ochre said, still a bit in shock. “Did I do a good job for you?” he asked.
	Lilac nodded, then leaned against him more. “Best I’ve ever had,” she said, truthfully. 
	This made Ochre wag his tail. He had gone on instinct alone. He was just happy that his new friend had enjoyed herself just as much as he had. He hoped that this wouldn’t be the last of the fun he’d have with her like that.
	The party came to its natural conclusion. Everyone cleaned up after themselves, and with a few puffs of air freshener, the events of cabin 6116’s “opening ceremony” were as well hidden as they were before the night had begun.
	Ochre, Toffee, Smoke, and Slate all made their way back to their cabin, quietly and sleepily, then tucked themselves into their beds.  They wished one another a good night, and promised to dish out more details in the morning.
	As Ochre laid in his bed, exhausted, he didn’t bother getting up to pee. He sighed, relaxed, and felt his Pull-Up warm up with his pee as he wet himself. He heard the other boys doing the same, and even caught little whiffs of their scents. He could pick up on many different boys accidents, and felt all that much more comforted knowing that at least half of the cabin had already wet themselves in their sleep. His thoughts briefly went to his parents, but rather than missing them, he silently thanked him for signing him up for camp, and he felt into a deep, comfortable sleep as he imagined what the rest of his time at Camp Sunset would look like.