More Smelly Surprises for Richie!

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Richie the dalmatian pup stood at the door to Sammy and Remi’s house. After his last visit with them, he was super-excited to see the beagle twins again. After getting to smell their farts and even watch Sammy poop in the bathroom last time, the fart-loving pup was eagerly hoping that something like that could happen again. He had even brought cookies as a possible bribe. He fingered the wrapped oreo cookies in his pocket, their wrappers giving a little crinkle. He might get in trouble for sneaking them from his mother’s pantry, but for him that was a small price to pay if this worked.

There was also another reason that Richie was excited for this visit: also coming over was the twins’ friend Nelson, another dalmatian. Richie had seen him before at school, but they had never spoken, but according to the twins Nelson was nice and loved pizza and video games and underwear, which sounded fun to Richie. He knocked on the door again.

A large male beagle with a moustache opened the door. “Hi Mr. Matt!” Richie greeted Remi and Sammy’s father, “Are Remi and Sammy ready to play? Is Nelson here?”

“No, Nelson isn’t here yet,” Matt answered, “and I’m sorry to say that Remi and Sammy aren’t feeling well – yesterday they both got upset tummies and were up half the night.”

“Oh,” Richie’s ears drooped as he thought he was about to be sent back home. “I’m, uh, sorry to hear that, should I go?”

“Oh no, I asked them earlier, they still want to play,” Matt assured him, “They’re mostly better now, just really gassy, I hope you don’t mind. They are happy you’re coming.”

Those last three sentences made Richie light up like a Christmas tree. “Oboy, thanks!” He started to dash inside before innocently saying, “I don’t mind if they’re gassy, sir.”

Matt chuckled a little. “Yep, you’re all boys, alright. Go ahead – Remi and Sammy are in their room. Nelson should be here soon too.”

Richie thanked Matt and ran up the stairs as fast as he dared. He obviously didn’t want his best friends to be sick but hearing that they were gassy and still willing to play was the sweetest news that the fart-loving pup could have heard. 

He reached the top of the stairs and skipped to Remi and Sammy’s room, politely knocking on the door frame. “Hi guys! I’m here!” He announced as he entered the room.

“Hi Richie!” Remi called from his bed.

“Hey Rich,” Sammy greeted from his.

The brown and white beagle twins looked as alike as ever, with Remi’s eyeglasses being the best way to tell him and Sammy apart. Both pups were still in their pajamas, looking like they hadn’t even gotten ready for the day yet. Their father had likely told them to take it easy and stay in bed today, the words that every pup loved to hear. And there was a definite odour of lingering poop smell in the air, delighting Richie further.

“Your dad said you were sick, how are you feeling?” Richie stood at the foot of their beds to see them both.

“Better, thanks,” Remi answered, “My tummy’s still a little funny, though,” he reached his paw down under the sheets to scratch himself.

“It was probably something we ate, again,” Sammy added, recalling how he and his brother had gotten the trots from eating baked beans the last time Richie had visited. Then his face grimaced and he let out a couple of soft farts. 

Poot! Poooortt!

Richie quickly ran over and he inhaled deeply, savouring the smell. He couldn’t quite detect food in it, but there was definitely a note of Sammy-poop that he remembered smelling before. He had a sort of mental catalogue of other peoples’ fart smells in his head.

“We thought you’d like being here today, Fart-Face,” Sammy smirked, “Be good to us, and we may even let you smell it straight from the source.”

“Oh please,” Richie begged, half-joking and half-sincerely. “So, what do you guys wanna do? Play on the switch again?”

“Nelson said to wait for him, he said he’s got games for all of us to play,” Remi said.

“Okay…” Richie cast his eyes around the room for something else they could do, and then he spied the twins’ open toy box in the corner – inside he could see a light blue bag with a red medical cross on it: a toy doctor’s bag. It seemed like something fun to play with right about now. He ran over and pulled the bag out. “Hey! If you’re both sick, why don’t I give you a checkup?”

“We’re not that sick, we just have upset tummies,” Sammy responded.

“Oh c’mon, let Doctor Fart-Face give you a checkup!” Richie said as he pulled the toy head mirror (not that he knew what it was for, doctors just always seemed to wear them in cartoons) out of the bag and put it on. Then he checked the rest of the contents: there was a stethoscope, a little reflex hammer, a tongue depressor, a fake syringe, and various other toy instruments, including a fake thermometer. Richie’s eyes fell on the last item, and seeing it gave him a slightly naughty idea.

“Okay, Doctor Fart-Face is in the house!” Richie stated, trying to put on a grown-up voice. “Who would like to be my first patient?”

“Uhh… I’ll do it!” Remi said.

“Great! The doctor will see you now,” Richie brought the kit over to Remi’s bed and tipped the contents onto the sheets. “First, stick out your tongue and say ahh,” he held up the tongue depressor.

“Ahhh…” Remi stuck out his tongue and Ricky examined his throat. “M-hmm, looks good,” Richie put the depressor away, “Now your reflexes.”

He held up the little hammer.

“What does that have to do with my tummy?” Remi asked.

“I dunno, my doctor always does it for me,” Richie shrugged, “Pull back your blanket and let me test your reflexes.”

Remi obeyed, and Richie tapped the beagle’s knee. Nothing happened. He tapped him again a little harder, nothing. Then he tapped in a couple of different spots, and on the last one Remi’s foot shot up and almost kicked Richie in the stomach.

“Woah!” Richie dodged the foot just in time. “Reflexes… normal.”

Sammy giggled from the next bed.

“Now I’ll check your heartbeat,” Richie put the ends of the fake stethoscope in his ears, “Lift up your shirt, please.”

Remi obeyed, and Richie put the other end of the stethoscope on his chest. “M-hmm, m-hmm…” Richie hummed, pretending to look at a watch on his wrist while listening, “…90 beats per minute, sounds good.”

“Is it really?” Remi asked.

“No idea, that’s what my doctor said when I last saw him,” Richie replied. Now for the good part. “Now, I need to take your temperature,” he held up the fake thermometer, “For the most accurate results, I must do it rectally. Will you pull down your pants, please?”

“What? No!” Remi blushed, pulling his covers back up.

“C’mon, pleeease?” Richie begged.

“You’re still obsessed with our butts, I see,” Sammy deadpanned.

“Yeah, I am,” Richie admitted. “C’mon, please? I brought cookies! They’re yours if you let me do it!”

Remi hesitated; “What kind?” He asked.

“Oreos! Packs of two!” Richie stated, taking a package out of the pocket of his cargo shorts to show him. Remi licked his lips a little; oreos were one of his favourites, second only to fresh peanut butter cookies. Despite his uneasy tummy, he was always in the mood for cookies. “You’d really rather play with our stinky butts than have cookies?” he asked, “Boy you’re weird.”

“I know, I’m Fart-Face and I love stinky butts,” Richie humbly stated.

Remi thought about it for a moment. “Okay…” He finally agreed. This was weird, but then Richie was weird. And Richie had already seen him and Sammy completely naked during his last visit, so it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen already. Remi slowly pulled down the covers again, and then hitched his thumbs in his pajama pants and lowered them down, showing Richie his privates. He shifted his hips up to get his tail out from the hole in his pajama pants.

“Okay… hold up your bum,” Richie requested, his heart beating fast in anticipation.

Remi obeyed, lying on his back and holding his butt up in the air like a toddler getting his diaper changed. Richie began to examine him, able to see everything that Remi had underneath. “Tsk, tsk, your butt is really dirty,” he pointed out, not complaining in the slightest. There were streaks of brown all around Remi’s tailhole and bits on his butt and the lower part of his tail. Richie stuck his nose closer, feeling that primitive instinct to sniff other dogs’ butts kicking in, and inhaled deeply. For most dogs it was gross; for him the smell was heavenly.

“Yeah, I had diarrhea last night, we both did,” Remi admitted in embarrassment. “I think I forgot to wipe.”

“You will have to be cleaned before I can take your temperature,” Richie stated, still acting like a doctor. “Hold on!”

He ran out of the room to the bathroom. He had hoped to simply grab wads of toilet paper and wet them, but then he spied something better: perched on the toilet was a box of flushable wipes. He grabbed the box, and then he spotted something else: on the counter was a real digital thermometer. Richie grabbed that too and zoomed back to the twins’ room. “Here we go!” He showed the wipe box to Remi, who was now lying flat again. “Butt up again, please.”

Blushing hard, Remi lifted up his butt again, allowing Richie access. Richie leaned his nose in, breathed deeply a couple of times, and then cleaned Remi thoroughly. He picked off every bit of dried poop he could see (the pup’s white fur made it easy) going around Remi’s privates and inside his butt cheeks and on the back of his tail as well. After a minute, Richie announced he was done.

“Thanks… I was feeling itchy down there,” Remi admitted, still blushing but grateful.

“Now to take your temperature,” Richie took the thermometer, and aimed it at Remi’s tailhole. His excited paws trembling a little, Richie pressed the thermometer and inserted the metal tip of it into Remi’s butt, just a little bit.

A few seconds later the thermometer then gave a little beep as it registered, and Remi gave a little jump. “Woah! I didn’t know that was a real one!”

“Yeah, I found it in the bathroom,” Richie said. He pulled the thermometer out of Remi and looked: “100.8 degrees, I think that’s good!” He took a wipe and cleaned the thermometer while Remi put his legs back down.

“Now just a little shot,” Richie took the fake syringe and pressed it against Remi’s thigh, “And we’re done!” He proclaimed the examination over. “Most doctors give good patients lollipops, but you are getting oreos.” 

He handed Remi the package of two.

“Thanks!” Remi pulled his pants back up and accepted his cookies with glee.

“One sec… I gotta throw the wipes away,” Richie scooped up the used wipes with his paws and carried them out of the room. A moment later the twins heard a flush, both suspecting that Richie had taken time to sniff the wipes before flushing them.

“Wow… you really let him do that,” Sammy commented, having been watching.

Remi shrugged and opened up his package of oreos. “I got cookies and my butt doesn’t itch anymore; I think it was worth it.”

He took an oreo apart and began munching it. Sammy looked at the heavenly cookie, beginning to drool a little. “…Can I have one?”

“Nah-ah!” Remi refused him, “You want cookies, you gotta be a good patient for the doctor.”

Richie then returned to the room, waving around his just-washed paws.

“Umm… Doctor Fart-Face?” Sammy timidly asked, “…Do you have more cookies for another patient?”

“I do,” Richie produced another twin-pack of oreos.

“Then… could you take my temperature too?” Sammy asked, pulling down his covers as he did so.

“Why, certainly!” Richie grabbed the thermometer and the wipes and hurried over to Sammy’s bed. 

Instead of lying with his feet up like his brother, Sammy got on his knees, hooked his thumbs in the back of his pajama pants, and pulled them down to his thighs. Then he leaned forward and rested on his arms, his butt and tail up in the air. He eagerly anticipated his cookies, and Richie cleaning his butt a little bit too. He had never admitted it out loud, but Richie cleaning him last time had felt really good. That and he was feeling itchy like Remi had been.

Richie got into position and inspected Sammy’s tailhole. “M-hmm, m-hmm… boy, you’re in need of a cleaning too!” Allowing himself a nice, deep sniff of Sammy’s tailhole, he took a wipe and began to pick bits of poop off the base of Sammy’s tail. But just when he was finished that-

FRRRRRRT!!

A loud blast of gas erupted from Sammy’s backside right in Richie’s face. “HA HA HA HA!” Richie laughed gleefully.

“Sorry – didn’t – mean – to – do – that!” Sammy stammered through laughter of his own.

“Ha ha ha HA!” Remi laughed as well from his bed. 

Taking a moment to savour the stench of Sammy’s gas attack, Richie set to work on finishing cleaning him. He wiped bits of poop off his thighs and butt cheeks and finished off with his tailhole.

“Now for your temperature,” Richie turned the thermometer on once, aimed it carefully, and stuck it into a blushing Sammy’s butt. After a few seconds, it beeped.

“Hmm…” Richie gently removed the thermometer and read it. “100.1. The doctor says… that sounds good too! You don’t have a fever.”

“Good!” Sammy pulled his pants back up while Richie cleaned the thermometer with a wipe. “Can I have my cookies now?” The beagle asked.

“Yep, here you go,” Richie reached into his pocket and pulled out a second package of oreos for Sammy. 

“Oboy!” Sammy eagerly ripped the package open and stuffed an oreo straight into his mouth as Richie left once more to flush the wipes and put the thermometer back.

“Was it worth it, Mister Good Patient?” Remi grinned at Sammy.

Sammy chewed his oreo and swallowed it before he answered: “Totally.”

Richie returned a minute later, smiling broadly.

“You got any more cookies, Doctor Fart-Face?” Remi asked hopefully, “In case anything else…” he patted his stomach, “…happens?”

Richie’s face lit up further, his tail wagging fast. “Yeah, I brought lots!” He stated, “If you need to poop later, and you let me watch, they’re yours.”

“Deal!” 

Richie and Remi shook paws, and then when Richie offered his paw to Sammy, the other beagle shook it as well.

Ding Dong!

Everyone heard the doorbell, and then the sound of Matt opening the door downstairs; no doubt Nelson was here. The way things were going with the twins Richie almost didn’t want the other pup to show up, but Nelson was a great friend of Remi and Sammy and they had spoken very highly of him; it was just possible that Nelson would be as open to Richie’s weirdness as the twins were.

Thump thump thump thump!

Little foot paws ran up the stairs and soon another dalmatian pup entered the room. He wore a green T-shirt, khakis, and a pendant necklace with the letter N on it, along with a jovial smile on his face. “Hi guys!” Nelson ran over and greeted Remi with a quick hug before giving Sammy one as well. “Your dad said you’re not feel well; sorry to hear.”

“Don’t worry, we’re on the mend,” Sammy said.

“And you must be Richie – nice to meet you!” Nelson reached out his paw to shake Richie’s.

Nelson was a black and white dalmatian like Richie, but there were a few differences in their appearances that made them easy to tell apart: Richie had a black patch over his left eye that Nelson did not have, and Nelson had a fluffy black and white tail while Richie’s was all-white and thin with much shorter fur. And said tail slowly began to wag as Richie shook Nelson’s paw. “Nice to meet you too, Remi and Sammy have told me a lot about you.”

“Not too much, I hope,” Nelson chuckled, “What’s with the doctor’s hat?”

Richie realized he was still wearing the head mirror from the doctor’s kit. “Uh, we were just playing doctor,” he showed Nelson the toy instruments still on Richie’s bed. He gathered them up into the bag, threw in the head mirror, and put the bag back in the twins’ toy chest.

“What did ya bring?” Sammy asked Nelson.

Nelson reached into his pocket and pulled out a red plastic case. He opened it, and inside were some little Nintendo Switch cartridges. “I thought we could start with Super Smash Bros Ultimate!” He showed them the game he had in mind, “It’s a fighting game, we can all play!”

“Sweet, put it in!” Remi said. Nelson immediately went over to their TV and put the cartridge in their switch, familiar with how it was set up. “I brought extra controllers,” he opened a bag he had brought with him and pulled out said gadgets, “So we can all play at once.”

“Thanks!” Richie said earnestly. He not quite enjoyed having to wait and take turns with the twins the last time they played on the switch.

 “Do you, uh…” Nelson went to Sammy and then pointed at Richie, “Do you think he’ll want to play the way we play?”

Sammy laughed. “Ha ha ha! Ohhh yeah, he’ll love it!” 

“What? What’ll I love? How do you play?” Richie asked.

“Nelson loves being in his undies,” Remi chuckled, “Just in his undies. Every time he comes over, that’s how we play – in our undies.”

“Richie won’t have any problem with that!” Sammy stated to Nelson, “The last time he came over, we had a naked party! We played the Switch in nothing but our birthday suits!” 

“What?” Nelson was shocked, “Why didn’t you invite me??” He would have loved to take part in a naked party.

“Why didn’t you guys tell me you and Nelson play video games like that?” Richie asked, stunned.

“SURPRISE!” Both twins laughed. “We wanted to see the looks on your faces!”

Richie and Nelson looked at each other, stunned looks turning into amused smiles of their own. “Guess we’re all weird, then,” Richie grinned.

“Yeah,” Nelson smirked back. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, “Shall we?”

“Undies or naked?” Richie asked, copying Nelson’s movement.

“Whatever we want!” Nelson declared. He pulled down his khakis and then pulled off his green shirt and was left wearing just his necklace and his blue underwear with orange trim, his pride and joy and his trademark.

Remi and Sammy hadn’t been wearing any underwear under their pajamas, and so they both stripped naked, not feeling embarrassed at all after what they had been through with Richie and Nelson in the past.

Richie thought about going naked too before he realized that this was the perfect opportunity to show off something new that he was wearing. He took off his T-shirt, and then he pulled down his shorts and kicked them away.

“Heyyy, nice undies, Richie!” Sammy praised. Nelson looked, and was suddenly struck with envy.

Richie’s undies were black with a red waistband and lining, covered with little red and black circles that were the logo of the Marvel character Deadpool, whose name was written on the waistband of the briefs. “You like ‘em?” Richie asked, turning around like a model to show them off. “My dad got ‘em for me! Aren’t they the coolest?”

“Yeah!” Nelson said. He had seen ones just like it in the mall the other day, but his mother wouldn’t buy them for him; she had told him that Deadpool was inappropriate for little kids, not knowing that her son was already familiar with the character and had seen almost the entirety of both movies via clips on ZooTube. Those Deadpool undies looked so cool… he badly wanted them for his collection.

“Can we start? Can we start?” Remi asked, picking up one of the switch controllers.

“Sure! Pick your characters!” Nelson picked up his own controller and started to pick his character for the game while Sammy and Richie grabbed controllers and picked theirs. Once they were ready, the first round of Smash Bros fighting began.

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“Awww, not again!” Richie grumbled as he lost once more.

The group had been playing for twenty minutes, and so far Nelson had won every round. Richie, Remi, and Sammy had fought on the switch with all their might, even teaming up against the dalmatian pup’s character, but he had won every time.

“Sorry guys, I guess I’m just too good,” Nelson gloated.

“Can we play one of our games now?” Sammy asked him.

Nelson shrugged, “Sure, take your pick.”

BRRRT!! 

Somebody suddenly farted loudly. 

“Woof! Who was that?” Nelson waved his paw over his nose, a stink filling the air.

“Sorry, that was me,” Remi blushed. 

Richie instinctively shifted closer to Remi to get a better whiff of the smell. His ears perked up with excitement as his nose detected poop; Remi likely had to go.

Remi’s tummy then gave a loud gurgle, so loud that all of them heard it. He held a paw over his stomach for a moment, wondering there would be more, then his belly gave a yes with another gurgle and he quickly stood up. “Uggh, I gotta poop. S’cuse me.” 

Richie got up immediately, rapt at attention. “Can I, um…?” He was a little awkward asking in front of Nelson.

“Can he what?” Nelson asked.

“You got the goods, Rich?” Remi asked. Nelson tilted his head in confusion.

“Right here!” Richie grabbed his shorts from the floor and pulled another package of oreos out of the pocket. Remi took it from him, “Perfect, come on!” Remi left the room with Richie following right behind. 

Nelson looked out and saw them go into the bathroom and close the door. The dalmatian pup was very confused now, and he turned to Sammy. “What was that about?”

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Richie followed Remi into the bathroom and closed the door behind them. Remi ran over to the toilet, sat down and began to poop just as Richie got into position to see it.

“Mmf…” Remi squirmed in discomfort as a wave of runny poop practically gushed out of him; he really hoped this was his last bout of diarrhea before his stomach got better. 

Richie watched with great fascination as he stood behind Remi, feeling the intoxicating stink fill his senses. He bent down to put his nose as close to the source as he dared, breathing deeply.

After a couple of minutes Remi was done, the now-tired pup panting from the effort. Fortunately, his stomach did feel better now; this cheered him up considerably.

“Woah… that was a lot,” Richie whispered in awe. 

“Yeah… I hope that was the last of it,” Remi said, his tongue actually sticking out as he panted.

“I hope it wasn’t,” Richie said without thinking.

“Yeah, you would want that,” Remi giggled. He reached for the flushable wipes, but Richie stopped him. “Can I clean you again? Please?” Richie asked.

Remi had to admit that Richie cleaning him earlier had felt pretty good, so he agreed. “O-kay…” He leaned forward so Richie had a better angle.

Feeling like the luckiest pup in the world, Richie took the wipes and cleaned Remi’s butt thoroughly. He scrubbed the beagle’s fur and wiped over his tailhole several times and inspected the base of his tail for cleanliness. Remi actually mmm’d in pleasure at the feeling, and when Richie announced he was done Remi almost asked him to keep going.

Feeling a little weak in the legs Remi got up, went to the sink, and began to wash his paws. Richie dropped the wipes into the toilet and looked at the mess Remi had made one last time before flushing it away and going to wash his own paws.

Once he was done washing, Richie pointed at the running water, “You should drink some water,” he said to Remi, “My mom once told me to drink lots of water when I had diarrhea.”

Remi couldn’t quite understand how that worked, but he was feeling thirsty. He stuck his muzzle under the water flow and lapped up a little, then the laps turned into big gulps, and he swallowed down almost two cups’ worth of water before he turned off the tap. Now feeling much better than when he had entered the bathroom, Remi actually gave Richie a big hug. “Thanks, Rich.”

“My pleasure,” Richie hugged him back. The two then opened the door and left the bathroom, and when they returned to the bedroom, they found Sammy and Nelson waiting for them, interested looks on their faces.

“Hey Remi, feeling better?” Nelson asked.

“Yeah,” Remi blushed a little.

“So, Richie,” Nelson turned to the other dalmatian next, “Sammy’s just been telling me an interesting story, about how you like farts and smelling other pups’ butts and watching them poop; is that true?”

Richie blushed hard; there was denying it, considering he had literally just gone into the bathroom with Remi. “Y-yeah, it’s true. They call me Fart-Face.”

“Well then, Fart-face, how about a little bet?” Nelson asked Richie. “Last night I had a LOT of pizza for dinner, and while I did poop this morning, I’ve been needing to go again since we started the last round.”

FRRRT!

Nelson actually let out a fart right then, and Richie instinctively leaned closer to sniff it: he detected poop in the smell, Nelson really did have to go.

“…So, if you can beat me in the next round, I’ll let you watch me poop,” Nelson proposed, “In fact, I’ll give you three tries.”

“A-and if you win?” Richie asked, biting back the urge to say yes before hearing the rest of the bet.

“If I win,” Nelson finished, “Then I get your cool new undies.”

Richie flushed. On the one paw he did love his new underwear, but on the other paw getting to watch Nelson poop too was a prize he badly, badly wanted. But then his father would get mad if he found out what Richie had done with his special new underwear… then Richie remembered that the underwear had come in a pack of two; his father didn’t have to know if he lost one. “D-d-deal!” Richie put out his paw to shake Nelson’s, tremoring with excitement.

Nelson shook his paw in agreement, and picked up his controller and set the game so it was one on one, “Okay, let’s rumble!”

While Remi and Sammy watched, Richie and Nelson started the next round, and Richie quickly lost. “Nooo!” the pup groaned, “Second try! Come on!”

“Those Deadpool undies will be mine!” Nelson declared, and he started round two. Once again, Richie lost. “Arrgh!” Richie groaned. He steeled himself for his final try, “Round three, come on!” 

Nelson squirmed in his seat, his need to poop getting stronger every second; he almost wished he hadn’t offered Richie three tries. But it was still for naught; Richie fought with all his might, but ultimately, he was no match for the video game master, and he lost.

“ARRGH!” Richie yelled, his head sinking in frustrated defeat. 

Poot! Poot! Brrrt!

Nelson suddenly let out a series of farts and quickly got up. “I can’t hold it anymore. Come on Richie!” He started for the bathroom.

Richie’s ears perked up. “W-what did you say?” He asked hopefully.

“I said come on!” Nelson said as he left the room.

Richie jumped up and zoomed over, running into the bathroom just as Nelson started to close the door. “B-but I lost…” Richie stammered in confusion.

“Yeah, well, you really wanted this, and I’m feeling nice today,” Nelson quickly said. Before Richie’s eyes Nelson pulled down his underwear, sat on the toilet and let out a huge sigh of relief as he began to poop.

An excited Richie ran over and got into a watching position like he had with Remi earlier. Unlike Remi’s diarrhea Nelson’s poop was solid, and no less gaseous. Out of the putrid smells filling the air Richie detected little notes of oregano and garlic, and in Nelson’s poop he could actually see little bits that looked like undigested pieces of pepperoni and green pepper, and said poop also had a reddish sheen that indicated Nelson had recently eaten a lot of tomato sauce. Richie felt so grateful to Nelson for letting him have this moment after all; it was definitely worth his new underwear.

A few minutes later Nelson let out a loud BRRRRT and pushed a little more, then said that he was done. He reached over for the flushable wipes, and instead touched Richie’s stomach.

“Umm… Sammy and Remi let me wipe their butts too,” Richie mumbled.

Nelson gave a little start, not having known that detail, but he had grown comfortable enough with Richie that he decided to let him. “Okay… go ahead,” he stood up and bent down to touch the floor, giving Richie full access to clean him. Bursting with delight Richie grabbed the package of wipes, took a second to take a discreet whiff of Nelson’s butt, and began to clean the other pup thoroughly. Nelson’s poop hadn’t been as messy as Remi’s had before, but Richie still gave it as much thoroughness as he had then, wiping Nelson’s butt cheeks and tailhole and the base of his tail as well as he could. Soon he couldn’t drag it out any longer, and reluctantly declared the job done.

“I gotta admit, that felt good. You have a nice touch,” Nelson praised as he stood up straight. “Now, your cool undies, please.”

Richie slowly pulled down his Deadpool underwear, blushing a little as Nelson saw him naked for the first time, and unhooked the undies from around his ankles and held them out to Nelson.

Nelson unhooked his trademark blue and orange undies from around his ankles and looked at them fondly. “Don’t worry, my precious; you will always be my favourite.” 

He actually caressed the beloved underwear with his cheek before he put it down on the counter, then he took Richie’s cool Deadpool undies and put them on and began to check himself out in the mirror. 

As he watched Nelson pose in the mirror with now-his Deadpool underwear on, Richie began to realize that he now knew someone who loved undies just as much as he loved farts; he sensed the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Richie actually picked up Nelson’s used undies and held them against his nose, taking a deep whiff: notes of leftover fart and old poop streaks; beautiful. “Can we do this again sometime?” He asked hopefully.

“Sure, if you have any more cool undies,” Nelson answered as he washed his paws. “Or passes for the next pizza day at school, I wouldn’t say no to that either.”

Richie made a mental note to bring enough money to buy two slices at the next pizza day and nodded. The two shook paws on the deal and left the bathroom with each other’s arms around their shoulders, feeling as chummy as could be.