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It was summer time all over the country, which meant school was out and the children were free to fill the streets once again with their cries and shouts of joy. Over on the other side of the street the brown bear brothers were playing basketball with some of their friends, and from the disgruntled moans and grunts they were making, it sounded to Ozzen like they were losing.

While Ozzen liked the outdoors and the various activities one does in nature, he wasn't much of a fan of sports. Mostly this was because he was bad at them, but also because he wasn't a competitive person by nature and he didn't see the point in chasing a ball from one side of a playing field to the other just so he could do it a hundred more times within an hour. Secretly, though, he felt he really wasn't good at sports because he was smaller than most of the other kids his age.

You see, Ozzen was a young raccoon; more importantly, he was a young raccoon in what seemed to be a town full of bigger animals. Lions, horses, bears, and even some cheetahs were found in the town, but Ozzen's family was the only raccoon family. Truth be told, it was him and his father that were the only raccoons in the town. His father had remarried a few years back to his step mom, Jezza, who just happened to be a brown bear with a few cubs of her own. Ozzen was the youngest child by a couple of years, so his older siblings were always taller than him. Sometimes the children would joke about him being smaller than them, but Ozzen never let it get him down, he would just joke about how huge they were, and everyone usually ended up laughing at themselves once all was said and done. Being smaller kind of made him stand out in the town, though not in a way some people would think of as good. It didn't matter to him though, because he had his friends and family to remind him just what is important in life.

Ozzen rounded the corner of the street and continued down the shady sidewalk, strolling underneath all the maple trees that towered over his head. Today was another trip to one of his favorite places during the summer, his Uncle Biren's house. Technically he was his step Uncle, but in the years they had known each other a bond had formed between them that was just as strong as if he had always been his Uncle. Uncle Biren was a bear after Ozzen's own heart. He loved to be out in nature, and had taken the young raccoon on many camping trips outside of town. Ozzen's older brothers were always welcome to come, but they were more interested in the busy city and being a part of the social crowd of the town. Biren had commented to Ozzen, usually in a low, gruff voice, while they were camping, that he felt Ozzen was always meant to be his nephew. This made Ozzen happy to hear, and he'd give his Uncle bear a big hug whenever he said it.

Uncle Biren was an odd sort of a bear, his stepmother thought. He had never married, and didn't seem to actually work all that often. But, he had a decent home, at least quite suitable in space for the needs of a bachelor. Plus he never had any problems with bills or owing money. None of them knew just what he did for a living, but whatever it was, Ozzen had no problems with it. It always meant that his Uncle bear could usually find time to play with him on the sunny summer days like today.

Ozzen walked a few more blocks until he caught a certain scent carried on the summer breeze. This smell reminded him of pungent mint mixed in with faint sweet night blooming flowers. Something that might seem odd at first, but over time made the young raccoon smile with the images it brought. The smell brought to mind the image of a bear with a short, graying beard sitting in a chair reading a book, while smoking a pipe. As Ozzen drew closer to his Uncle's house, that is exactly what he saw. Uncle Biren was lounging back in his favorite chair on the front porch, with what looked to be a well worn book resting on his lap, as he puffed slowly at the large bent pipe Ozzen had given to him last Christmas. As Ozzen walked closer, he could see the bears glasses resting near the end of his nose with his head tucked closely to his chest as he read the book. If it weren't for the puffs of smoke emanating from his graying muzzle, Ozzen might have thought the bear was asleep.

Seeming to sense his nephews approach, Biren looked up from his book and out toward the street. He smiled around his pipe and gave it a couple of good puffs, as he closed the book and set it down on the table next to his chair. Ozzen waved a paw happily and the bear returned the gesture with one of his big paws.

"Hi, Uncle Biren!" Ozzen chittered as he climbed the steps of the front porch.

Biren spoke around his pipe, sending a few clouds from the bowl as he spoke. "Why, hello Nephew. What brings you around today?"

Ozzen walked over and gave his Uncle bear a hug around the waist and flicked his tail to show he was happy. The bear took the pipe out of his muzzle and gave his nephew a kiss on top of the head while hugging him in close with one of his big paws. Ozzen was always surprised by the strength of his Uncle, but was used to his big hugs and being easily lifted by the strong bear. Biren lifted up his nephew and sat him down in his lap, with his legs dangling off the side so that they could look at each other while they talked.

"Oh, I was just curious as to what my favorite Uncle bear was up to today. You generally have something interesting going on around here."

The bear placed the pipe back in his muzzle and looked down at the raccoon without changing his expression. After a couple of thoughtful puffs, he answered gruffly; "Do I now?" A few more puffs. "Hmm, I didn't know I was that interesting." The bear could hide his amusement and happiness very well.

Ozzen chuckled softly, trying to keep the same air of nonchalant conversation going. "Well, normally you're interesting. But I think I saw you sleeping when I came down the street." He simply looked up at his Uncle, waiting for a response, and was happy when the bear grunted to himself.

"I was not asleep."

Ozzen laughed to himself and flicked his stripped tail about playfully. Biren took a deep draw from his pipe and blew the smoke out of his nostrils onto his giggling nephew, looking very much like an ill-tempered dragon. Ozzen waved a paw around as if to fend of the smoke, but both of the furry gents knew he liked the smell of his Uncles' smoke; otherwise he could simply get down off his lap. Biren puffed a few more clouds of smoke down on his nephew before he laughed and wrapped the raccoon up in his big arms.

"So, what adventures are we going to have today, Nephew?"

"I don't know. It is a bit warm today; perhaps a trip down to the pond just outside of town?"

Biren milled this over in his head for a second and sat back deeply into the chair, while still holding his nephew in his arms. "I think it may be too late in the day to journey down to the pond. It's a fair ways and a trip one should make earlier in the day." He watched as Ozzen's normally perky ears sunk down a little and his tail slowed down as well. He gave the raccoon a little snug, then a sound in the back yard caught his attention.

Ozzen too had heard the sound, and his ears perked right back up again. "Is a trip to the back yard, okay?" He asked with mock-curiosity.

His Uncle bear laughed and took the pipe out of his muzzle, and placed it in the ashtray on the table next to the book. "I think we could manage a little trip back there." With that he winked at the raccoon as he picked him up easily and set him down on the porch, only to spring up with surprising energy and get a running start ahead of his nephew. Ozzen cried out "no fair" but the bear was already down the stairs and headed towards the back yard.

As they rounded the house and sped through the fence, the sound they had heard materialized into the spraying of various sprinklers wetting down the lawn and garden of the bears well kept back yard. There were sprinklers shooting out arched jets of high-pressure water from all of the corners of the yard. Then there were smaller fountain-like sprinklers on the sides and in the garden where the corner sprinklers couldn't reach.

The couple played in the water until their fur was fully soaked and the water dripping from their heads made it difficult to see anymore. They played several games through all of the sprinkler madness. First they started off by pretending to be super animals, which got more power as each of the beams of water hit them. Once they had enough power, they were able to follow the evil scientist to his layer under the ocean. While swimming under the waves, they saw many colorful and wondrous sea animals that helped them to locate the underwater base. Once in the base, the final mission was to avoid the intricate laser security system, since they were wet enough already, and diffuse the doom bomb before it went off. Uncle Biren pulled Ozzen over to a little control panel and the side of the house, and after guiding him through the steps, the young raccoon managed to shut down the bomb and laser system, and thusly the spraying water along with it. The team gave a rowdy cheer and Biren hoisted his nephew high onto his shoulder and ran him around for a second, before walking him into the house to be set down on the kitchens linoleum.

Biren went and collected some towels and handed one to the wet raccoon. "Good work, Agent O, you successfully thwarted the evil scientists plans for world domination! I think this calls for a reward!"

Ozzen handled the towel awkwardly, trying to keep it away from his soaked clothes. "Would that reward be some dry clothes?"

The bear giggled to himself and took the towel from Ozzen, placing it on the table. "Actually, I was thinking some ice cream might be a nice reward...but I guess it wouldn't be proper to take my nephew out all soaking wet. Though, you don't have any dry clothes here I'm afraid. Hmmm, what shall we do?" Ozzen wasn't sure if his Uncle was acting befuddled, or if he really was trying to think of what to do. Ozzen was sure he could just run home and be back in time for them to still be in the mood for the ice cream reward, but Biren raised a finger into the air with a satisfying "Ah-ha!" and then was off into another part of the house.

Ozzen flicked his wet tail around wondering what his Uncle bear was up to. He could hear some objects being shifted around, along with some grunts from the bear, and his curiosity was even more poised as he listened to the bear carry out his idea. Finally Biren returned and picked up his wet nephew, he wrapped one paw around his shoulders, and the other under his bottom, it was an unusual way for himself to be carried, Ozzen thought.

Uncle Biren set him down in the bathroom and gave him a wink. "I found some clothes I think will fit you perfectly. So get out of those wet ones and place them in the hamper, then dry off and get ready. I'll be getting dressed in my room." With that, the bear closed the door and left Ozzen to his duties.

The raccoon thought his Uncle was acting a little strange, but shrugged it off since his Uncle almost always acted strangely. He peeled off his wet clothes and tossed them in the hamper. After drying himself the best he could with the towel, he walked over to the pile of clothes and sorted through them for a second. He picked up the underwear his Uncle had set out for him, and chittered softly to himself, as he considered the design. On the underwear were differently colored shapes, such as squares and circles, with the names written right by them. Ozzen knew they were cub underwear and felt a little odd at putting them on, but decided he would feel even odder if he had to walk around town without anything on. After putting on the underwear he picked up the shorts, which were bright blue with a little cartoon bear sewn onto each of the front pockets. Once he pulled them on and maneuvered his tail through the back hole, he saw that they were a little small, and the bottoms of the legs rested a bit above his knees. They weren't very tight around the waist, which was good since Ozzen hated wearing tight clothes in that respect. Finally, he held up the shirt and felt even funnier while looking at it. The shirt was multicolored with patches of blue, red, green, yellow, orange, and even purple, covering portions of the clothing. On the center of the shirt was the same cartoon head of the bear that was sewn onto his shorts pockets. Pulling the shirt on, he found that it had the same problem that the shorts did. The bottom of the shirt was just small enough that it exposed a little portion of his furry belly and belly button. The raccoon tried stretching it down, but it would simply return to its normal shape and keep his belly slightly exposed.

Ozzen walked out of the door and down to his Uncle's room, where he found the bear tying a green bow tie around the collar of his short sleeve dress shirt. The bear didn't look directly at him, but commented to the waiting raccoon. "You certainly took a while to get ready, I was afraid I was going to have to come in there and dress you." As the bear turned around, after successfully tying the bow tie, a wide grin crept across his muzzle. "Oh good, I'm glad they fit!" The bear walked over to his bed and picked up something before Ozzen could see what it was. He had it hidden behind his back as he walked over to his nephew, who hadn't said anything since he entered the room. Quickly, Biren placed something on Ozzen's head and stood back to admire his nephew. "Oh, that outfit suits you perfectly! Have a look, little one."

Ozzen turned to look into the full-length mirror that Biren had been using to tie his bow tie, and saw something that gave him goosebumps. His Uncle had placed on him a matching multicolored beanie with a propeller on top. The whole outfit made him fell as if he were nothing but a little toddler again. Biren gave the propeller on top of the beanie a playful spin.

Before Ozzen could protest, Biren spoke with unusual authority. "These are your brothers old cub clothes I had on hand for when I would watch them, years ago. They were the only one's that would fit you this closely. The other one's were too large, and I wont have my nephew going out into public in unintentional saggy clothing." He stood by his nephew and grabbed the young raccoons hand, then stood and admired their reflections in the mirror. "I think we make quite a pair. Don't you, Ozzen?" The raccoon flicked his tail in contemplation, but before he could say anything, his Uncle continued. "I suppose your outfit does stand out a little from mine." Ozzen examined the rest of his Uncle's wardrobe as they looked at the mirror. His Uncle was wearing some khaki shorts along with the shirt and bow tie, which made him look much more proper than Ozzen's outfit. "Don't worry, maybe we'll be able to get you some matching clothes later today." The bear gave the raccoon's paw a little squeeze and then patted him on the bottom to direct him towards the door. Ozzen waited at the door as he watched his Uncle get the last of his clothing on. He first grabbed one of his favorite smoking jackets, which was made of a light cream-colored material that would be comfortable to wear in the summer afternoon. He placed a smaller bent pipe in one of the inside pockets, as well as his black tobacco bag in his back short pants pocket. Then he went into the bathroom for a second and as he came out, Ozzen could see him placing a small rectangular object into the other inside pocket of the jacket. Finally, he grabbed his Old-English style cap, which was the same color of khaki that his shorts were, and gave Ozzen another wink. "We'd better get going before that ice cream melts!"

Ozzen chittered happily and trotted off towards the garage. Unknowingly causing his beanie's propeller to spin as he ran ahead, and thusly making his Uncle bear chuckle with amusement. The two animals, still slightly damp from playing in the sprinklers, hopped into his Uncle's car and headed off towards town.

As they drove into town, Ozzen peered out of the window at all the people walking around. It was early afternoon, a little before the adults were about to get out from work, so compared to a weekend day at the same time, the streets and parks were relatively empty. Also, there weren't many children running around the area, at least none that the young raccoon recognized, so he wasn't worried about any of his friends seeing him dressed up like a little cub.

Ozzen turned to his Uncle, who seemed to be looking for a place to park, and asked him curiously, "Why don't you have to work like the other adults, Uncle Biren?"

The Uncle bear seemed to think about it for a second then replied while still watching the road. "Because I'm a lucky bear and get to watch my sweet little nephew all day." He gave the raccoon a little wink, and Ozzen stuck out his tongue cutely in response, then went back to looking out the window.

The bear turned the wheel and parked the car in a slanted stall on the side of the road. He got out of the car and went to Ozzen's door to open it up and unfasten his nephew. Picking up the raccoon, he lifted him high into the air, throwing him up from his paws a little, to catch him and give him a slurp on the nose. Ozzen knew he was blushing, but didn't know how else to respond to the cubbish treatment he was receiving. Biren closed the car door and took Ozzen's paw in his own, and led him out onto the sidewalk past the downtown stores.

The two of them walked a little further down the sidewalk, until they got to a break between the stores, and found themselves entering into a wide area with a fountain in the middle. All around the plaza were different stores and restaurants, all of which seemed to be having a slow business day. Ozzen thought to himself how happy he was that his Uncle had decided to take him out for ice cream during a weekday and not on the weekend. Otherwise he thought he might have gotten many more funny stares from people he might run into. The funny thing was, he noticed, that the looks he and his Uncle were getting weren't odd at all. Actually, the occasional looks they did get were usually a smile, or even a low statement of how 'cute' he looked.

Ozzen, lost in his own thoughts, didn't notice the two older animals that were walking towards him and Uncle Biren until his Uncle gave his paw a little squeeze. He looked up and found a dark gray wolf and a white tiger looking down at him. Both, he noted, were a little chubbier, like his Uncle bear, and both were also smoking pipes of their own.

The wolf, who had natural dark gray fur, also had some graying around his muzzle and at the tips of his ears. He wore a plane white button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, and some tan shorts. He was puffing away at a straight pipe that Ozzen would have sworn was made out of marble.

The white tiger was a little more formally dressed, in comparison. He had on a cream button up shirt, with a dark blue navy pinstripe vest and matching slacks. It looked as though there should be a matching jacket, but due to the heat, Ozzen guessed he had left it behind. He had on gold wire-rimmed glasses, and a gold pocket watch that rested in one of his vest pockets. The tiger puffed gently away on a solid black bent stem briar, one that he thought his Uncle might smoke, but more likely if it were a wooden tone than just the jet black. Ozzen was fascinated by the two older animals, and just stood there holding his Uncles hand.

The tiger knelt down with the pipe in his muzzle and spoke with a deep, guttural voice, almost growling. "Well now, who is this cute little cub you have with you, Biren?" The tiger puffed out vanilla smelling smoke into the young raccoons face when he said this, and pinched his cheek at the same time. Ozzen coughed a little from the sudden smoke in his face, but found the aroma to be rather nice. The tiger looked up at Biren as the raccoon coughed. "Oh, I'm sorry, is he not used to pipe smoke yet?"

Biren giggled a little and knelt down next to Ozzen. Picking up his nephew and placing him on his knee, Biren said to the tiger. "This young man is my nephew, Ozzen." At this, he scratched under the raccoon's chin, which instinctively caused him to stretch out his head at the delightful sensation. "And, actually, he does like the smell of a pipe very much. Isn't that right, Ozzen?" The raccoon chittered a little at the comment, making sound as though he agreed fully with what his Uncle had just said.

The tiger smiled at this and spoke softly to himself, and almost purred out an "oh..." He took a big pull from the pipe, and blew the smoke out of his large tiger nose, engulfing the young raccoon in a sweet cloud of vanilla scented pipe smoke. Ozzen flicked his tail back and forth, as he sniffed at the smoke while his Uncle bear continued to scratch under his chin. The tiger looked at Biren and chuckled again, "I see what you mean," then winked at the bear.

Biren stopped the chin scratches, and spoke to the raccoon in a higher than normal voice. "Ozzen, this is Terris."

Ozzen, still feeling happy from all the wonderful scratches and sniffing the sweet smoke, said shyly, "Hello."

Terris reached out one of his big paws and took Ozzen's smaller on in his, then shook it lightly. "Hello Ozzen, nice to meet you."

The wolf, who was still standing and watching the whole interchange took the pipe out of his muzzle, then blew a little smoke ring down at the coon and spoke in a gentler tone than the tiger, "Hello, little one."

Ozzen, now very relaxed and a bit more curious about all the new company and scents surrounding him, sniffed at the smoke ring, which was dissipating quickly from its intended form. It smelled to him of old trees and treated leather, not a usual scent he picked up from pipe smoke. But then again, all he had ever really smelled was his Uncle's pipe. Ozzen flicked his tail and smiled shyly at the wolf. "Hello, um..."

The wolf smiled and blew out a small puff of smoke as he spoke. "My name is Frint, little one."

Biren bopped the raccoon up and down on his knee a few times and gave him a little tickle. "Well then, now that we're all friends, perhaps we should all go and get some ice cream together?"

The two older animals thought about this for a second and looked at each other as if silently debating his Uncles offer. The tiger stood up and straightened his vest, then removed the pipe from his mouth. "Actually, Biren, we were on our way to share a drink, if you and your nephew would like to join us?"

Biren took Ozzen off his knee and set him down by his side again, then took his small paw in his larger one and stood up. "Hmm, I don't know, I did promise him some ice cream today."

The tiger puffed on his pipe a few times, trying to bring life back into it. Then, it seemed to Ozzen, took a deep draw and blew it intentionally at his Uncle. "Well, it will be just a short stop, and there is always time for ice cream in this heat. Besides, I dare say that your nephew seems to be having a fun time currently, and we would enjoy the company."

Ozzen must have noticeably blushed at this, because the tiger and wolf chuckled, and even Biren gave a little giggle.

"It's okay, cub. We all enjoyed the smell of pipes when we were your age." He then held up his black bent pipe and added, "And still do."

Biren had a nice smile on his muzzle and picked up his nephew to sit him on top of his shoulders. "Well then, I think we can spare a little time today and have a drink with friends."

The group of animals turned and began in the direction the wolf and tiger were originally heading, with Biren in the lead and Ozzen riding above them all, which allowed for his beanie to spin quickly from the breeze, and gave the older pipe smokers something to chuckle at as they walked.

Soon enough they arrived at a small restaurant that had a burgundy colored awning, and gold lettering on the windows. The owner, an elderly turtle with a long white mustache, came out and greeted the group. Ozzen suspected that he already knew his Uncle and his Uncle's friends, due to the friendly nature with which he spoke to them.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen, how may I help you today? Are we going into the back room for a bit of relaxation, perhaps?"

As the old turtle said this, Ozzen thought he glanced up at him and smiled when he said 'relaxation,' but maybe that was just a coincidence.

"Afraid not, Bernie. At least not today." Uncle Biren then hoisted Ozzen off his shoulders and set him down on the ground in front of him. "My nephew and I are just having a drink with some friends, and then we're off to get some ice cream!"

The old turtle nodded, "Very good," then directed the group to a small table out in front of the store under the awning. "It's such a nice day, I think you would enjoy your drinks out here."

"That sounds like a good idea, Bernie." Uncle Biren paused a moment after he said this, and looked down at Ozzen, who was pulling out one of the metal chairs from the table so that he could climb up and have a seat. "Hmm, say, Bernie, do you have any highchairs?"

Ozzen realized where this was going and promptly protested. "I don't need a highchair, Uncle Biren! I'm perfectly old enough to sit in the seat and reach the table."

The bear chuckled, as did the tiger and wolf. "You're right, Ozzen, I'm terribly sorry." Biren bowed a little and then turned to the turtle and said in a low voice, "He's at that age, you know." Bernie chuckled, and before Ozzen could contend that last comment, the older animals were ordering their drinks. "I'll have an iced tea, sweetened, and I think the big boy would like some apple juice. Is that okay, nephew?" The young raccoon nodded and Biren nodded at the turtle.

"I'll take a beer in a frosted glass, Bernie." The tiger said, as he sat down to Ozzen's right.

Frint nodded and said, "Make that two," as he sat directly across from the raccoon.

The old turtle gave a polite nod "Give me just a moment, then."

Biren remained standing once the owner had left, shifting his weight from one foot-paw to the other. "Now, if you two would be so kind to look after my nephew for a few minutes, I need to go and use the little bear's room."

The wolf and tiger chuckled to themselves as the bear hurried inside, "I swear, that bear has a bladder the size of a hamster." Terris said to Frint. Then, almost instantaneously, he turned his attention to Ozzen. The tiger seemed to purr as he spoke to the young raccoon, "Well now, my fine little cub, I hope you can hold your pee better than your Uncle. You don't have to use the cubs room, now do you?"

Before Ozzen could answer, Frint interjected. "Well, even if he does, he can just use his diaper." The wolf leaned back and a dreamy expression came across his face. "Ahh, to be that young again, able to go potty whenever you want, and no one would give you a funny look for it."

Ozzen finally spoke up, trying to straighten himself up as much as possible in the chair, so as to appear bigger to his Uncle's friends. "Excuse me, but I am not wearing a diaper!"

The wolf woke up from his day dream, and leaned forward, now wearing an incredulous expression. "What? Your Uncle brought you out here without proper protection? That was very irresponsible of him." He looked over at the tiger, and nodded. "Do you think we should show Biren what a bad decision that was?" He smiled when he said this, and Terris' purring seemed to intensify at the idea.

"You know, Frint, I think you may be right." At this point, the white tiger picked Ozzen up with great ease, and sat him down on his lap. "So then, little cub, how ticklish are you?" Without waiting for an answer, Terris lightly dug a claw into the raccoons exposed belly, and began wiggling.

If there was one thing Ozzen had the least amount of control over, it was how ticklish he was. Almost instantly he started wiggling and writhing in the tigers lap, but Terris simply placed another strong paw over the little raccoon's chest to hold him in place. After a couple of seconds, though it seemed like much longer to Ozzen, the tiger stopped and allowed the raccoon a break to catch his breath.

"Hmm, it seems like this coon does have a much stronger bladder than his Uncle bear. Or, he just doesn't need to go bad enough for any to leak out." Terris placed a big paw where the small raccoon's bladder should have been, and gave a gentle yet firm push.

If Ozzen didn't need to pee before, he certainly felt the urge now. But he concentrated with all his might so that he wouldn't do what the tiger and wolf wanted him to do.

Frint leaned forward, a devilish grin upon his muzzle, and spoke softly. "Or maybe, he just needs a little motivation." Terris purred again, and with being right up against the tiger, Ozzen could feel the deep vibrations running through the big cat and into his own body.

Thankfully for Ozzen, Bernie came back at this moment with the drinks, and set them down at the table. He smiled as he saw the little raccoon resting on the tiger's lap. "Here you go, big boy!" He placed Ozzen's apple juice on the table next to the tiger's tall beer. The turtle pinched the coon's cheek, then turned and went back inside.

Before Ozzen could reach for his juice, the older wolf snatched it up and drank it down in one big gulp. The raccoon was mortified, never had anyone ever taken a sip of his drink without asking first, but to drink the whole thing. "Hey! That was mine!" Ozzen fussed in Terris' lap, seemingly wanting to fight the wolf for stealing his drink.

Frint, though, just chuckled again. "Don't worry, little one, since you shared with me, I'm going to share with you." He then looked from side to side, and took the cup underneath the table, and Ozzen was sure he heard a zip, followed by the sound of the cup being filled with some liquid. Frint looked relax, but the next instant, almost seemed to be in discomfort. "Oh, I hate pinching it off in mid flow!" The the wolf brought the cup back up to the table top, nearly full with apple juice.

Yet, the more Ozzen looked at the cup and its contents, the more he was sure that apple juice didn't usually look that dark, and not that yellow. The wolf made a motion under the table, and Ozzen heard the zipping sound again, then Frint grabbed the juice and got up from his seat to walk over towards his tiger friend, and the small raccoon he was holding in his lap. "I hope you don't mind getting a little messy?" Frint asked Terris.

"When have I ever?" The tiger chuckled and purred, and held Ozzen even more firmly while continuing to push on the cub's bladder.

"No! I don't wanna..." Ozzen began to protest, but the tiger grabbed one of the raccoon's paws and forced his thumb out so that he could push it into the cubs muzzle, pacifying him quite effectively.

"Shhh, little cub, the adults are talking." Terris purred and chuckled.

Surprised by being made to suck his thumb and being treated like such a little cub, Ozzen let down his guard and the pressure on his bladder almost became too much. It wasn't until the wolf began pouring the contents of the glass on the coon's lap, that Ozzen couldn't hold it in any more.

The two older animals continued to talk as the warm liquid spread over Ozzen's lap, enticing his bladder to join in the warm freedom that was soaking his shorts and running off onto the tiger's legs. "I wonder how long it's going to take Biren to finish his business?" Frint inquired to his friend.

"Oh, you know him, someone probably coughed in the bathroom and he froze up. He has the shyest bladder I've ever seen." Terris laughed, "Unlike a certain wolf I know."

They both laughed until the white tiger began to purr loudly, "I think you can save the rest of that for later, Frint. It seems our little boy here has gotten the hint."

Indeed, Ozzen couldn't believe it, but as the wolf stopped pouring the warm liquid from the glass, he could feel that there was still a good stream of warmth filling his crotch and seat, and thus soaking the tiger at the same time. He could feel that he was close to empty, but he knew the damage was already done. What would his Uncle think of him when he finally came back out? In his thoughts, the raccoon hadn't realized that Terris had removed his big paw from Ozzen's, and that he was now sucking his thumb on his own accord.

Frint shook the the nearly empty glass and examined it, then smiled. "I'd say there's about enough left for one good gulp." He set the glass down by the tigers beer and gave him a wink, then went and sat down in his chair, leaving the scene as if no one had moved anywhere, except for the wet and crying raccoon.

In perfect timing, Biren came strolling out the front of the restaurant, a grin upon his muzzle and his step a lot lighter. "Sorry, boys, there was some, uh, complications in the bathroom."

Terris nodded and chuckled, but sounded a lot more serious when he spoke to Biren, as if there was something gravely wrong. "We assumed as much. Unfortunately, there were some complications out here as well." He held up the raccoon from his lap, and it was quite clear that not only Ozzen's pants were wet, but also the white tiger's as well.

"Oh no, what happened?" Biren picked Ozzen up under both the raccoons arms, and held him at an arms length away so he could look him over. Then, he leaned in close and sniffed the raccoons wet crotch. If Ozzen wasn't blushing before, he knew he was certainly red now. "Ozzen, did you have an accident?" Biren asked, but in a serious and almost accusing manner, as if there could be no other explanation. At this he set the raccoon down on the ground, and folded both his big arms across his chest, waiting for an answer.

Very much on the spot, Ozzen tried to stammer out the truth, "N-no....well, yes...but you see, it wasn't my fault!"

Biren glared down past his glasses and cocked on eyebrow. "Oh really? Did someone else wet your pants?"

Ozzen was going to shout out 'yes,' but Terris interrupted at that point. "It really wasn't his fault, Biren. I had placed him in my lap when the drinks came, and he was so thirsty that he gulped his right down. I didn't think for a second that he needed to go to the bathroom, and began to tickle him playfully, when..." At this, the tiger stood up and waved a white paw at the dark spot on his lap that had also run down his leg.

Biren shook his head, and began to open his jacket to get something out of one of the inside pockets. "You've never had accidents before when I've tickled you, I am really disappointed, Ozzen. And then to try and blame someone else for your accident." He made a 'tisk-tisk' noise, and at then brought out what he had put in his jacket before they left the house. "I'm just glad I brought this soap in case we needed it. Obviously we need it for a little discipline right now." The bear picked up the raccoon, tears still trickling down his cheeks, and placed him back in his original seat.

Ozzen began to protest, "But..." And Biren took that moment to pop the soap into his nephew's muzzle.

"Now you leave that in there, or else I will pull down your pants right here and give you a good spanking!" He sat down in the remaining seat, and grabbed his drink. "I'm going to have my iced tea, and then we'll make another stop before we go home."

Ozzen just sniffled, not wanting to exacerbate the problem any further, and kept the soap in his muzzle while the older animals sat and drank. He wished that the wolf hadn't drunk his apple juice, because the soap was bitter and slimy, and he knew the taste was going to linger a long while after.

It seemed like forever sitting in his wet shorts and waiting until his Uncle decided he had had enough punishment, but eventually the bear finished his tea, and he leaned over and grabbed the soap from the little raccoons muzzle. "There, now I hope you know not to try and lie to your Uncle again. If we have accidents, or make mistakes, we need to take responsibility for them." Ozzen only nodded and sniffled at what his Uncle had said. "So, finish your juice, and we will be on our way."

The raccoon hadn't considered this, but his tears stopped instantly as he gazed at the cup and it's contents. "I don't wanna, Uncle Biren." He sniffled as he said this.

Biren looked down past his glasses when the small, wet raccoon said this, and was very serious when he said "Either you finish your juice, or you can walk to the shop with the soap in your muzzle."

Ozzen looked around, and noticed that the street was getting a bit more crowded now, and he didn't want to draw any further attention to himself than what he would already. He picked up the glass, and felt that the liquid inside had cooled, though it still seemed warm to him. Ozzen gulped, looked up at his Uncle bear, who simply nodded, and then looked over at the wolf, who smiled around his own drink, and then closed his eyes and gulped down the liquid in one gulp. He was somewhat surprised that it was no where near as bad as the soap was, and smacked his lips as he tried to figure the different flavors out. It was salty, but had other new and interesting tastes as well.

Frint growled from across the table, "Good, lad." And Terris seemed to be purring deeply again.

Biren got up from his chair, put the soap in a napkin and then placed it back in his inside jacket pocket, then grabbed his nephews small paw and gave it a squeeze. "See, that wasn't so terrible." Then gave him a little wink. He turned to the white tiger and said, "I'm terribly sorry for the accident, please tell me how much the cleaning will be, and I will work something out."

Terris nodded, then said, with a purr "I'll let you know. Though perhaps your nephew might be able to work it off, depending on what I can think that needs to be done." The tiger thought a moment, then smiled. "Just be sure he's wearing appropriate clothing, next time."

Biren gave his nephew's paw another squeeze and nodded. "We're going to see to that right now. Now, apologize to my friend, Ozzen, and say goodbye to Frint."

Ozzen really wanted to get going and get out of the wet clothes, so he did as he was told. "I'm sorry I had an accident, Mr. Terris." Then he faced the wolf, but didn't really look at him. "Bye, Mr. Frint.

The wold nodded and smiled, "We'll see you soon, little one. And we'll see you at the same time, I'm sure, Biren."

Then Biren started walking, holding his nephews paw tightly, and they headed off into the somewhat busy sunlit street.

Aside from the occasional pointing and whispers Ozzen got as his Uncle led him to their next destination, the walk was quite pleasant. It also had the nice effect of drying out the soaked shorts and fur. The raccoon was half hoping that his Uncle would look down as see he was all dry, and forget about buying him new clothes. But, it was too wishful of thinking, because soon they arrived at a small shop that had its name spelled out with letter blocks, like the kind a cub would play with. It was called, 'Small Wonders,' and when they entered, Ozzen understood what kind of store his Uncle was planning on buying him clothes at.

Biren looked around, then saw the section he was looking for. Ozzen squeezed his large paw a lot tighter as they made there way through the shop, which made the bear smile. Once at the toddler section, Biren led them over to the 'bear-sized' clothes, and Ozzen was amazed at just how large they were. He had no doubt that almost all the cub outfits would fit him. It was at this point that Ozzen envied his step-brothers and their size.

"Now lets see, we need to find an outfit that will match mine, and then there's the matter of making sure that you can't have another accident and soil those clothes." The bear looked down past his glasses again, and Ozzen could only blush in response. Biren chuckled and looked back at the clothing rack.

Deciding that it might be easier on him to choose an outfit that he wouldn't mind wearing out in public, Ozzen quickly glanced at what he had to work with. Almost right away, he found a some overalls with no distinguishing markings, and a white t-shirt. He tugged at the bear's paw, and pointed. "What about this one, Uncle Biren?" He smiled up at the bear.

Biren looked down at the clothing, and tilted his head, then shook it back and forth, indicating that he didn't agree. "No, it's rather plain, and I wont have my nephew walking around in just any old outfit! Also, there's not enough room in the seat, if you know what I mean."

Ozzen didn't know what he meant, but he knew he was close to finding out.

The bear took another moment, then let go of his nephews paw. "Ahh! Here we go! It's perfect!" He held the outfit down by the little raccoon, in an effort to consider the size and make he it would work. Ozzen saw that it was a white colored two-piece sailor suit, with navy trim, and snaps in the crotch. "I think we'll have you try this on. But first..." Biren walked over to an area that had underwear, training pants, and even diapers; all of which would likely have fit the raccoon. It took a little time, but finally the bear found something from the training pants rack, and added it to the outfit. "Now, normally, I wouldn't think of wearing clothes that I hadn't purchased yet, but this is sort of an emergency."

The young raccoon followed his Uncle to the dressing rooms, and waiting as he explained to the attendant that his nephew would be wearing this outfit home due to a recent accident. The dressing room attendant, a nice looking black Labrador, gave an understanding smile and told Ozzen to put his dirty clothes in the bag she had handed him once he was done. Uncle Biren patted him on the bottom and he quickly went into the dressing room.

Ozzen was happy to get out of the smelly clothes, and put them in the bag. Once he was done with that, he looked at the clothes he was given, and sighed. Still, it was better than running around in dirty pants, or even worse, naked. The raccoon wondered if his Uncle would ever do something like that to him, and decided that he really didn't want to find out. He grabbed the training pants and examined them, they were soft on the inside, with smooth cloth, but had a plastic outer covering that had a sailboats and lifesavers pattern. He smiled to himself, and thought out loud, "At least they match." Once he had pulled them on, he found that they weren't all that bad. Sure, the padding did make his legs separate a bit, but the material inside felt really good against his privates, and he couldn't help but become a little excited as he wiggled his tail through the tail hole.

Next he pulled on the top of the outfit, and enjoyed how it was big enough to cover his belly fully. Then he pulled on the shorts, and other than the snaps, he had to admit that he enjoyed being dressed like this. Blushing a little, Ozzen moved his thumb up to his muzzle, and slowly put it in. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he imagined his bug Uncle bear standing next to him, smoking his large bent briar, and commenting on how he had the cutest nephew in the entire town.

"Everything all right in there, sweetie?" The dressing room attendant asked through the closed door.

Ozzen automatically removed his thumb and grabbed the bag of dirty clothes and opened up the door, still blushing brightly. "Yes, sorry, I just wanted to make sure it was on right."

The Labrador looked down at him, and let out a very audible "Awww!" which Ozzen was pretty sure to attract the attention of other shoppers in the store.

He wasn't sure if he could blush any more, but the raccoon smiled and said "Umm, thanks." Then hurried out to find his Uncle.

"Ahoy, sailor!" Ozzen heard called out to his right, where his Uncle was standing with a few other bags. "My, that does look wonderful on you. I can't wait to show you off to my pals!" The bear made a made a motion for Ozzen to follow him, and they headed out of the shop. "Now then, lets get all of this back to the car. Oh, and before I forget!" Biren rummaged around inside one of the bags, and pulled out a floppy white sailors hat that had a navy blue ribbon running from the top middle of the hat, and hung down off the side. He placed it snugly on his nephews head, and smiled brightly. "There, that completes the outfit, if I do say so myself."

The walk back to the car was quick, since they had parked so close to the cub shop, which Ozzen thought an odd coincidence. And once all the bags were safely stowed away in the trunk, the bear turned to his raccoon nephew and put on a show about thinking really hard.

"Well, lets see. I promised you ice cream, and that was the whole reason for the trip. But there was the accident with my friend, and then we had to discipline you for fibbing. But then you did apologize, and you were a very good boy in the shop." He scratched the gray whiskers of his bear, and chuckled. "Plus, you are absolutely adorable in that outfit." Ozzen couldn't help but blush, and waited for his until to finish his assessment of the afternoon. "So, you only get one scoop of ice cream on your cone!"

Ozzen hadn't considered that they were still going to get ice cream, and his surprise must have been evident, because Biren picked him up and began to carry him toward the ice cream parlor. While they were on route, the bear couldn't help but sniff his nephew around the crotch. "Hmm, we need to get you a bath before I send you home this evening. You're very musky."

The raccoon blushed and nodded, as the bear put him on the ground outside the parlor. Walking in, the rush of cool air mixed with sweet smelling treats completely pushed any whispers Ozzen may have heard about his outfit, well out of his mind. He smiled up at his Uncle, and said through a wide grin, "May I have mint chocolate chip?"

Biren smiled and said "You certainly may." Then turned to the server at the counter and ordered their treats. Ozzen was busy studying the other flavors, so he didn't notice anything else until the bear tapped him on the head, and handed him a two scoop mint chocolate chip waffle cone.

The raccoon gasped, "Wow! I thought you said I only got one scoop, Uncle Biren?!" Then began to devour the top scoop as his Uncle chuckled and picked him up.

Holding him in one strong arm with the padded bottom resting on the forearm, near the elbow, the bear gave a grin. "Well, now you know one of my secrets. I'm just a sucker for a man in uniform." At this, he licked the extra ice cream off Ozzen's nose, which made the little coon giggle.

Seemingly to prove his point, Biren gazed past his nephew to an old bloodhound dog in a tan police uniform, sitting in the corner of the parlor enjoying a banana split. "Afternoon, Sheriff. Good day for you?"

The bloodhound looked up, and smiled his wrinkly face. "Afternoon, Biren. I see you're favoring the pistachio ice cream, again." He shook his head in an amused manner. "You and your fascination for green." Then he looked at Ozzen, who had stopped eating his ice cream, and chuckled a little. "And who is this, young one?"

"This is my nephew Ozzen." Biren gave the raccoon a little bump with his arm. "Say hello to Sheriff Ashwood."

Ozzen nodded. "Hello, Sir."

The Sheriff seemed impressed, because his ears perked up a little. "My, my. What a polite young cub. You are certainly teaching him well, Biren." Another chuckle, "Plus, he is quite a cutie."

Biren beamed with pride and hoisted Ozzen up a little bit higher in his strong arm. "That he is! The cutest cub in all the town, I say!"

The raccoon's ears perked when he heard this, but he tried not to show it and went right back to eating his ice cream. He wondered if he was blushing bad enough to make his ice cream melt any faster?

The bear grinned some more, and gave his nephew a kiss on the cheek, then set him down on the floor. "Sadly, I wish we could stay and have you become better acquainted with my nephew, but we need to get home. You have a good day, Sheriff."

"And to the two of you as well."

Ozzen waved a little paw as he followed his Uncle out of the parlor. "Bye bye, Sir."

"See you soon, son." There was a friendly twinkle in the dog's eye when he said this, and then he went back to his banana split.

As they ate their ice cream and walked the distance back to the car, Ozzen couldn't help but agree with what his Uncle had said, the uniform was rather impressive on the Sheriff. For a moment, he wondered how his Uncle might look in a Sheriff's uniform. He smiled at the idea, and decided he would pester him about dressing up like that for Halloween.

On the drive back, Biren was happily puffing his pipe and Ozzen had is window rolled down, as they enjoyed the cooling temperatures of the late afternoon. Biren spoke around his briar, sending little clouds of smoke wafting past the raccoon, who in turn enjoyed sniffing them before they blew out the window.

"I'm a little surprised at you, Nephew." Biren took a few more puffs, indicating he wanted a response from the young raccoon.

"How come, Uncle Biren?"

"Firstly, you haven't complained once about being made to wear training pants and a cubby outfit, especially when we both know it wasn't your fault you wet your pants." The bear looked over briefly and winked, then looked back at the road and continued what he was saying. "Secondly, it seems like you might have enjoyed Frint's juice he left in your cup." He puffed a few more times, and only smiled.

Ozzen couldn't believe his Uncle had known this whole time, and yet, had punished him with the soap and cub clothes anyway. "But, how...why did...?" He just couldn't find the words to express what he was feeling. But it seemed like his Uncle knew exactly what was going through his mind, because the bear have a belly laugh, and went on talking.

"You see," at this he took his pipe out of his muzzle and tapped the tip of his noes with the stem, then placed it back in his jaw, "bear's have very keen senses of smell. I knew that wasn't your urine. Well, not all of it, anyway. And given Terris's and Frint's extracurricular activities, I had a feeling they helped coax you along to your accident." Biren took his pipe out briefly and blew a smoke ring at the raccoon, who's jaw was gaping wide open. "Of course, I couldn't let the opportunity go by without seeing how you would react to my favorite disciplinary action," he patted his jacket where Ozzen knew the soap bar was located, "and it was a perfect excuse to buy you that adorable outfit. Which, if I may speculate, you seem to not only tolerate, but enjoy." The bear took his pipe out again, but this time used the bowl to trace around the padded bulge in the raccoon crotch. The sensation of having something rubbing down there, mixed with the fact that is was his Uncle's pipe, all combined to give Ozzen that enjoyable tingle he had back when he first put on the training pants.

Ozzen let out a slight moan, despite himself, and instantly became bright red right after it had escaped him. But his Uncle only chuckled, and put the pipe back in his muzzle to puff it back to life. "Now, now, Nephew. Don't go messing those training pants, otherwise I might just have to keep you padded whenever I have you over." The bear winked, and remained quiet the rest of the drive home. Which was fine with Ozzen, since his head was spinning with new questions and emotions.

Before he knew it, they arrived back at his Uncle's house, and he was being unbuckled and taken out of the car by his loving Uncle Biren. He helped take in the soiled clothing to the laundry room, where the bear got his normal clothes out of the dryer, all ready for him to get dressed as he normally would.

He heard his Uncle bear sigh a little, and then sit down in his favorite overstuffed chair in the den. The bear saw Ozzen enter the room, and patted his lap for the raccoon to climb up into it. The small raccoon took the familiar spot, and couldn't help but rest his head against the bear's chest. They say there for a moment, enjoying the calm of the early evening, and it wasn't until Biren spoke that Ozzen realized it was about time for him to go home.

"We still need to get you cleaned up, my sweet Nephew. Can't have you going home smelling like a messy little cub." The bear hummed a bit, it was a somewhat familiar tune. "But, let's check one thing before you run off and shower." The bear gently unsnapped the crotch of Ozzen's sailor suit, and cupped his paw around the groin and base of the training pants, prodding very gently for something. He sighed, seemingly not finding what he was looking for, and removed his big bear paw. "Well, you're still nice and dry. It seems like you don't need training pants or diapers any more. Which is a pity, I bought several new diapers and rubber pants, not to mention some very cute new outfits at the shop while you were changing into your suit." He sniffed a little, then bopped his Nephew on his knee a few times. "But, big boys don't have accidents in their training pants, and big boys don't wear silly stuff like that."

Ozzen felt a sudden rush of feelings, and he realized that he hadn't felt this happy, in a long time, and he really didn't want it to end. So, he concentrated real hard, and after a moment, he blushed and looked sheepishly up at his Uncle. "Um, I think you might want to check again."

Biren cocked en eyebrow, but repeated his motion of checking the diaper, only this time, he made the 'tisk-tisk' sound again, followed closely by a soft chuckle. "Well, it's a good thing I check again, isn't it, my little cub? There's no way I can send you home with the worry that you might have an accident on the way!"

The bear picked up his nephew, set him to the side of the comfy chair, then almost jumped up as he made his way to the phone in the kitchen. Ozzen heard a muffled conversation, but busied himself by feeling the warm spot on the front of his training pants. Part of him felt silly, but most of him really liked the sensation. When his Uncle came back in, he hid his paws behind his back, and hoped the bear hadn't seen what he was doing.

"Well now, it seems like a certain Nephew of mine will be spending the night, so that we can go out early tomorrow morning and head to the pond for some swimming." The bear picked up the little raccoon and tossed him into the air, only to catch him on the way down and give his nose a big lick. "And don't worry, I said nothing about the little accidents or your new little outfits. Those will be our little secret." He winked at Ozzen, and Ozzen felt a sudden relief that he didn't know we was worried about.

"Good! I like having secrets with my Uncle Biren!" Then he licked the bear on his big nose, and giggled.

"So then, I will get to making some dinner for us, and you entertain yourself by heading out back until I call you in." The bear about put his Nephew down, but stopped half way. "But first..." He removed the shorts from the sailor suit, so that the sailing themed training pants were quite visible. "There, we should show these off for a bit, since they match. Plus, they are no where near wet enough to merit a change yet! You'll have to do better than that, if you want me to show you your other diapers and outfits."

Ozzen giggled and ran for the back yard, calling back to his Uncle Biren as he did. "Yes, Sir!"