“I told you, we’re not gonna get caught!” Wanda stomped her hoof. “Even if we did, we’re not breaking any rules, so we can’t get in trouble!”
Wanda scampered effortlessly up the slope like a spider ascending her web. The goat girl was in 5th grade and still riding high off being one of the biggest kids on the playground. Her rough white fur kept her just warm enough to go without a jacket in the early fall air.
“You don’t get it, this is the kind of thing we can get in super, super big trouble for if anyone sees us!” Millie huffed, struggling to overcome a larger rock in pursuit of her friend. The red panda was out of breath after even a short climb. She took great care to keep her thick skirt and blouse neat and tidy despite the loose twigs and fallen leaves. 
“So they won’t! Look, we’ll be totally invisible from up here!” Wanda chirped, making a final hop to an outcropping where the hill abutted the schoolhouse. The goat girl flopped onto her belly in the grass, followed much more carefully by her scarlet-furred friend. The girls crawled forward, through the curtain of golden and crimson foliage, to their overlook. Sandwiched as they were between the hill and the red brick of the building, they had a clear view inside a certain second-floor window. This window, perched and angled as much as it was to deny ordinary passersby a peek inside, gave the two girls a direct line of sight into the boy’s bathroom.
“Why did you even want to look in here, anyway?” Millie inquired, shuffling for a more comfortable position. The space was slightly too small for the pair to lie comfortably, leaving them packed together like a pair of overly-familiar sardines. 
“Why wouldn’t I?” Wanda gasped. “Boys have a whole secret room to themselves; they could be doing anything in there! Look, they have a whole extra row of weird sinks, what are they even washing in those?”
“They’re urinals.” Millie rolled her eyes. “They pee in them.”
“What? How!?” Wanda whipped her head back toward her friend, nearly cracking Millie’s skull with her horns.
“With, yknow, their thing.” The final word wiggled free of her mouth like an eel, slick and unwelcome.
Wanda’s eyes sparkled, darting between her friend and the strange bathroom fixtures. “What thing?” Her voice was bright, tinny, and utterly uncomprehending.
“It’s like-” Millie’s explanation was cut off by the bathroom door creaking open. Both girls shut their mouths, hugging the side of the hill to be as small and quiet as possible. “You’ll see in a sec.” She whispered, softly as she dared.
Within the school’s forbidden chamber, a tall snow leopard boy emerged through the threshold. The duo’s hearts skipped a beat. “Hey it’s Byron!” Wanda couldn’t help but blurt out. Their first peek, and it’s gonna be on the boy they’ve been the most curious about. 
	“Sssssshhh!” Millie’s cheeks flashed pink in mere seconds.
	Byron was reserved compared to the boisterousness of his fellow boys. Always studious and neat, speaking with a pleasant voice and mild-mannered words more befitting that of an older cub. His steely-blue eyes and beautifully patterned grey face looked like something they only saw in movies, while his rare smile was stunning beyond comparison. 
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…” Wanda followed each step of his short walk to a urinal with bated breath. Even though she didn’t quite understand the mystery of boys or a ‘urinal,’ she could tell they were in for a show.
“We really shouldn’t be seeing this…” The pit in Millie’s stomach grew bottomless watching Byron undo his belt. He unzipped his fly and tugged down the front of his light-blue briefs. At that moment, the girls’ world changed forever.
“Oh my god!” There it was, his thing! Fat like a worm, long like an index finger, white like the tufts of fur around his base but pink like a baby’s bottom at the head. “Oh!” In the blink of an eye, squirts of gold leaking from his tip surged into a full-fledged stream hissing against the urinal basin. “He’s peeing!” Wanda shivered. That river shot out of him, out of his thing, in such an intense thin little stream, and while standing up! That vague space under her tummy was awash with confused, excited, visceral tingles imagining how that felt, how it even worked, all boys just come with a little firehose?! Though seeing Byron’s huff of relief and the subtle smile creeping on his lips had her bubbling with giggles. She’d never seen such a soft look on his face. “Byron’s so cute…”
“Y-yeah…” Millie mumbled. She too seemed to be in her own flustered trance.
“How do you think his thing feels? Is it squishy?” Wanda squinted down at Byron’s exposed crotch. His fleshy length looked so tender, and he held it with an equally gentle grip. The idea of rough and tumble boys having such delicate, squishy little things in their undies had her snorting back more giggles. No wonder they hide it with some big secret room! 
“Squishy most of the time.” Millie answered matter-of-factly.
“Most of the time?”
Millie breathed a short sigh; her cheeks burned brighter as she got her thoughts together. “Sometimes boys–” The bathroom door swung open hard enough to smack into the wall behind it. Both girls jumped, as did Byron and his briefly off-course stream.
“Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee!” A frantic lion cub dashed in, a paw jammed between his thighs and urgency plastered across his face. A dark patch clearly radiated from his crotch, growing larger with every passing second.
“Is he…peeing his pants?” The confusion that started Wanda’s question turned to amusement by its end.
“Yeah…” Millie’s disgust was constant through that one word.
“Gotta pee, gotta peeeeee!” The patch quickly expanded into a wide streak down his thighs to the bottom of his uniform pant legs. A sprinkle of droplets trailed him for the last half of his short run. “G-gotta…pee…” He hopped and stomped foot-to-foot just feet away from the urinal for the painful seconds it took to undo his belt. “Nnnnng!” The lion’s pants and soaked briefs flew to the floor, his already flowing pee stream was finally liberated and took a wild course as it shot out, even nipping the bottom of his shirt. “Aaaah!” He grabbed a hold of his firehose penis and skittered up to the urinal, his fully unburdened stream doused the porcelain with a satisfying hiss. “Aah…haah…oh my gosh.” He panted out in unbelievable relief, lifting the bottom of his dripping shirt with a trembling paw. A dreamy kitten smile melted on his face while looking down lovingly at his endless pee. Byron, on the other paw, looked over his new neighbor with unease.
“Eeeeewww.” Wanda droned with a charmed giggle. The lion clearly had to go much worse than Byron; his stream was so thick and messy and loud, and that’s even after half of it ended up in his pants. And that goofy, silly look on his face, gosh, all of that must feel soooo good coursing through his little thing.
“Oh my god,” Millie mumbled in a rare expression of disbelief. “He’s making a mess.”
“He’s kinda cute.” The lion seemed younger than Byron. Big, expressive green eyes complemented his smaller stature. And with his pants down, the lion exposed much more boy than Byron too. His supple cubby thighs, the boxy svelte shape of his hips, the peek of his little dainty dot of a navel shivering over his draining bladder, it all gave Wanda a warm feeling without even focusing on his privates. She traced his crotch lines downwards to where the manila coloring of his underbelly triangulated over his pubic mound and enveloped his bits. “What’s that round thing behind his thing?” She squinted at the vague bulbous, misshapen…thing hanging just behind his busy length. It looked both soft and firm; it was hard to wrap her mind around.
“His…balls.”
“Balls?!” She covered her mouth to keep from snorting. Boys are soooo silly!
“I-I dunno, that’s just what they’re called!”
“Balls…” Wanda repeated the word as she returned to watching the pair. Byron’s stream had trickled to its end. It was fascinating enough to watch those final squirts from his tip, but she was absolutely not prepared for the finishing move. “Oh!” She flinched as he shook his penis to fling off those stubborn latching drops. “Millie, Millie!”
“Ssssshhhh!”
“It’s like a gummy worm!” Oooooh, she just knew it would be all soft and floppy! “Oh my God I wanna squish it sooooooo bad!” She wondered if she touched it, would Byron make that cute little smile from earlier again? Maybe he’d even purr. Perhaps that's the secret to boys’ soft side, their soft floppy things.
“Aah…” The lion kit softly moaned in residual relief, his body did a little shiver in tandem. Wanda bet his thing was even more sensitive, squishing his would probably make him squirm and make whiny kitten noises…gosh, what she’d do to find out.
Byron, in the midst of tugging his zipper back up, cringed at those pleasured noises. He looked over the lion’s nude bottom half, the wet pants around the cub's ankles, and the trail of puddles across the bathroom with an increasing sense of disgust. “Are you…Ok?” He managed to choke out like it hurt.
“Uh-huh!” The lion answered cheerily, not an ounce of insecurity in his steady eye contact. “I made it to the bathroom this time! I thought I was gonna explode!”
“But…you didn't.”
“Huh?” The decaying hiss of the lion's stream filled the room as he paused in confusion. “Whaddya mean?”
“Your pants are soaked, dude.”
“Wha…” The lion released his penis, letting the meek stream sway precariously as he tried to visually inspect his pants. “Mmm…” Though said stream interrupted his clear view, he’d have to finish. “Hmph.” He huffed and his flow briefly shot faster before suddenly cutting out like a broken faucet. “Mmf…aah…” He grunted out those final squirts, each one making his penis jump and his voyeur goat’s heart flutter. “Aaaaah…that was a really good pee.”
Wanda squinted. Now out of his grip, the lion boy’s penis looked a bit longer in proportion than Byron’s. His tip seemed to taper off in a smoother, fleshy, extended lip, almost like his glans had a hoodie. “His thing’s kinda different from Byron’s.”
“Some boys have that,” Millie answered. “It’s a skin over the top of their thing.”
“What does it do?”
“I don’t think it does anything, just looks kinda weird.”
“I like it, it makes his thing look extra squishy.”
The lion bent over to pull up his briefs. Byron scowled at the view of scrawny cub butt and looked away. “Ooh!” The lion shivered when the wet fabric met his privates. “See? It’s not all wet.” He turned to show the still dry patch on the back of his tighty-whities, once again presenting Byron his backside. “I won’t get in trouble this time!”
“U-uh…Ok.”
“His butt’s cute.” Wanda whispered.
“You think all weird things are cute.” Millie’s tone was the vocal equivalent of an eyeroll.
“My undies feel really tickly on my pee-pee…” The lion took a few moments to tug and shift the fabric over his bulge. He didn’t seem to mind the drops still rolling down his legs. “It feels kinda good.” He added with a chuckle.
At that moment, Byron decided he had seen enough. “Uh…good luck with not getting in trouble, I guess.” He said, stepping over trails of pee to get to the sink.
The lion boy giggled as he bent over for his pants; the idea of ‘trouble’ for this was so silly. “I won’t!” He brought his pants back up to his waist with a giddy smile despite the drizzle falling from the hem. He beamed as he twisted his body around, checking all the dry spots along his pants and deciding he was more than satisfied. “Bye big kid!” He waved at Byron, who was heading to the door after washing his paws.
“Bye.” Byron spoke and waved with his usual reserved tone and even managed a slight smile despite the mess he had just witnessed. 
“Aww, Byron’s so nice.” Wanda cooed while watching him leave. If only he could be her brother…
“He’s too nice.” Millie replied, sounding like a concerned mom.
The lion boy hummed to himself as he redid his belt, which was still damp to the touch. He casually stepped out of his own puddle and washed his paws at the sink, contentedly swaying his tail at another successful potty break. Paws dried, he merrily skipped his way through the door, his pants shedding droplets along the way. The bathroom was once again empty.
“That was weird…” Millie mumbled.
“That was cute!” Wanda exclaimed. “Especially the lion with the long thing!”
“But he…peed his pants.”
“He did his best! I think the skin on his thing means he has to pee more, didn’t you see his face?” Ooh, thinking back to the look of heaven on his face and that heavy stream draining out of him made Wanda fidget. He just needed some help with his pants, and maybe a good goat friend to touch and aim his thing for him. If only he could be her brother…
Millie sighed, shaking her head. “That’s not what that means. It’s-”
The girls were interrupted when the door creaked open again, less urgently than last time. Two more boys entered side-by-side. A white streak, brighter even than the tiling, paired with a flash of scarlet. The arctic and red foxes, Claude and Xavier respectively, were also in the 4th grade and were nearly inseparable.
“I thought boys didn’t go to the bathroom together?” Wanda whispered.
“Dunno, I didn’t think so either,” Millie mumbled.
Wanda’s eyes sparkled. “They must be great friends then! That’s nice.” Her eyes locked on the pair as they approached the row of urinals, waiting for a peek at something naughty as well as nice.
“How much longer?” Xavier tried not to whine. He stood before the urinals, paw stuffed between his legs, his pants conspicuously still in place. His eyes flicked anxiously back and forth between the urinals and the puddle that the lion boy had left a moment ago.
Claude checked his watch. It was a tiny analog piece that would normally belong to somebody’s grandma. “N-ninety more seconds!”
“That’s n-nothing! Super easy!”
The two boys wiggled, practically in tatters from the neck down, but still wore a confident shell over their faces. They stared each other down, ignoring their twitches, shakes, and other obvious signs of a full bladder. Neither one took the obvious option of simply peeing in the urinal in front of them.
“What’re they even doing?” Wanda mused. Luckily, the two idiots occupying the bathroom were far too distracted by their antics to spare a single glance toward the window.
“Dunno, I guess it’s some boy thing,” Millie said, not fully understanding either.
The boys stared each other down, their brave faces ever-cracking as the seconds wound down.
“You, uh-” Claude offered, cut off by a particularly strong spasm that glued his legs together and locked him in place for a few seconds. As soon as he could move again, a paw reached for his belt. “You think we s-should-”
“Yep!” Xavier barked, putting his paws around Claude’s waist and yanking his pants down with all the force of a runaway bus. The white fox yelped, the bright red of his canine member as bright as a beacon.
“XAV!”
“You were gonna leak! Just making sure you don’t soak your pants when you lose!”
“Dummy,” Claude grumbled. “You just wanted to stare at my dick again, didn’t you?”
Outside the window, Wanda nodded, a thin line of drool falling from her chin. She was still trying to process all the strange new feelings from the last set of boys, only to be confronted with something new and equally captivating. Like a tube of her mom’s lipstick stuck between the fox boy’s legs, eye-catching despite being only partly out of his sheath.
“That’s different.” she huffed.
“Yeah, it’s, umm…” Millie trailed off, likewise taken by the view but hiding it better. “It’s a dog thing, I think.”
“They’re not dogs, they’re foxes!”
“Shh!” Millie hissed. “They’re canines, it still counts.”
Thankfully, the two boys were too preoccupied with each other to give mind to anything else. Claude, shaking like a leaf though he was, had managed to shimmy Xavier’s pants low enough that both boys had their bits on full display. They managed to contrast and match each other in a way that Wanda found cute. Twin protrusions of shining red, nearly identical even though Xavier’s was a bit more swollen. One the brightest beacon in an ivory sea, the other only a shade darker than the scarlet jungle.
“You p-probably have to go more than I do!” Claude whined impotently.
“Wrong!” Xavier responded, making a comically large X shape with his arms. His demeanor was almost confident if you didn’t notice the trembling in his knees and the twitch in his right eye. “I could hold it for another hour, e-easy!” His voice wavered. “But how much longer, again?”
Claude took a deep breath, trying to hold his tense, shaking body together. It didn’t work very well. “F-fifteen seconds!” His fraught expression slackened at that. He pulled closer to the urinal, one paw on his member while the other kept its vicelike grip on the watch. “I can totally make it. Fourteen…”
Xavier sidled up beside him, hip to hip. “You sure? It’ll be boring if we both win.”
“Then pee away, I know you’re dying to.” Claude found a cocky streak as the last few seconds counted down. “Thirteen…”
“Dunno man, you really think I’d give up on winning like that?”
The boys stared each other down for several seconds, bodies pressed together. Xavier snaked an arm across Claude’s back. The girls craned their necks to get a better look at the surprisingly intimate pair. It may have been their imagination, but they could barely make out little dribbles of urine leaking down each boy’s penis as if crying at how bad they had to go.
Wanda wondered how often boys did things like this together. Her brother was always so flustered and evasive in situations where she could’ve seen him naked. Not that she went out of her way to cause those, of course.
“How much longer?”
The stares broke to allow a fateful look away at the timepiece.
“Te-AGUGH!”
Xavier’s lurking paws struck true, finding their target beneath Claude’s shoulders. His tickling digits were vicious and merciless, reducing Claude to a sputtering, broken wreck.
“HAH! X-XAV! STA-AH-AH!”
Along with the rest of his body, the white fox’s bladder responded to this harsh treatment by giving up entirely. A geyser of ochre liquid erupted out of him, cascading across not only the urinal but also the nearby wall. An uncontrolled, wild mess to complement his sputtering gasps somewhere between laughter and crying.
“P-Plea-ah!” he tried to beg, to no avail. Xavier wouldn’t stop tickling him, and he was already peeing.
“More like ‘pees’ hah. Knew you couldn’t make it.” Xavier cackled. Claude’s overripe stream kept pushing and pushing, even once the red fox mercifully ceased his convulsive touching. Claude, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, at least managed to point himself fully into the urinal.
Claude sulked, glaring at Xavier as his stream started to taper off. Without its earlier torrential force, stray drops fell to the floor at irregular intervals, but that was barely noticeable compared to the earlier mess. “Cheater.”
“We never said that was a rule.” Xavier cooed, pulling his friend into a half-embrace as the flood tapered off. “You can’t win ‘em all. I can though, obviously. Speaking of, I should be able to go now and still win, right?”
“Maybe,” Claude mumbled, not looking at his watch. Xavier tried to pull his paws away, only to find that the arctic kit had pulled his arms tight to his sides, locking the pair together like rats in a trap.
“Claude?” he tugged uselessly. “You’ve got me kinda trapped here.”
“Skill issue.” Claude deadpanned.
“Claude I actually have to go so bad-”
“You should’ve thought of that before you cheated!” Claude snarled, locking both of Xavier’s paws in place as best as he could. The boys tussled from side to side like a rattlecan preparing to spray.
“PLEASE!”
“YOU WOULDN’T DO THE SAME!”
Their struggle continued, Xavier barely making progress in freeing himself even as a few drops leaked from the tip of his cock. His frantic, desperate dancing brought him closer and closer to that destined receptacle.
He almost made it, too.
As he made the final tug and freed his paws from his friend’s embrace, his control finally ran out. Xavier’s stream came out hot and wild. He was able to aim it, but only after it was already too late.
The red fox’s deluge crashed into the tiles, slithering upwards like a snake toward the urinal drain. It wavered just shy of its destination, splashing against the lower porcelain triangle and creating a backsplash that speckled the footpaws of both boys with sparkling yellow drops.
“Jerk! You’re getting us both wet!”
“Oh I’M the jerk?!” Claude scoffed. He hung at Xavier’s side, leaning on the other fox as Xavier relieved himself. The red fox’s stream was messy and wild, only managing to land in the urinal a good two-thirds of the time. “Dunno why you were acting all smug when you had to go that bad, dummy.”
“Still won though,” Xavier smirked, “so the mess is more of a problem for you.”
“Gah, don’t remind me. Are you still going?”
“Mhm, almost done.”
The last remains of Xavier’s stream left him like the last remnants of a spice bottle, scattered haphazardly toward their target with little care for accuracy. The last few drops fell from the tip of his red prick, hitting the tiled floor with the carelessness of boys who hadn’t fully learned to clean up after themselves yet. “Kay, done!” he chirped, standing in front of urinals so defiled that they’d be at home in a dive bar.
“Xav, this was a terrible idea.”
“Seems fine to me,” he said, lifting his member with his paw. A band of light caught it, reflecting across his newly wet skin like a looking glass. “Cleanup’s your job anyway.”
Claude huffed, reaching his own paw down to meet Xavier’s. “Fine. You’ll regret it next time, though.”
Both girls watched with eyes like saucers as Claude rubbed his paw along Xavier’s still-damp shaft. “Ewww…” Wanda whispered, “That’s so unsanitary.”
“They didn’t even wash their paws…” Millie scoffed, transfixed despite the wrinkle in her snout.
The white kit kept stroking, long and languid pumps that pulled Xavier’s penis fully from his sheath. The red fox groaned and leaned back while pushing his hips forward. “Thaaaaat’s it. Gosh, you’re great at this, you should try to lose more often.”
“Pah, maybe if you washed your dick more often, maybe I’d want to.” Claude’s ears flattened back on his head. He squatted down next to his companion, leaving Xavier’s penis directly at eye level. He put his other paw to the task, tugging on Xavier’s prick with powerful motions.
Wanda bit her lower lip. “It’s not fair that he gets to see it that close. He already has one, what’s there for him to see?”
“Would you really want to get that close?” Millie hissed.
“I mean, maybe? Just to see what’s so interesting about it.”
Claude, for his part, seemed to know exactly what was so interesting about it, down to his bones. He worked his friend’s cock like a well-oiled piston. The scent of their earlier mess was strong enough to reach the girls, so the olfactory experience at so close a range must’ve been positively eye-watering.
“G-gosh, man…” Xavier put a paw on his friend’s shoulder. “You’re really working it this time. Didn’t think this was something you’re into.”
“S-shaddup! Just hurry up and shoot so we can get outta here.”
“Gettin’ kinda close.” Xavier’s breathing deepened. His eyes screwed shut as he thrusted frantically into Claude’s paw. “Where should I shoot it, t-the urinal?”
“Dude, there’s already enough mess for us to clean up! You better not!”
“Then w-where?”
Claude didn’t provide an answer; he kept pumping. Xavier’s legs wobbled. His eyes rolled back. He let out little yips and barks as his hips shook uncontrollably. Claude’s eyes flicked back and forth between the urinal and the other fox’s drippy, throbbing prick. At the last second, he slammed his mouth onto Xavier’s length, taking him down the edge of his rapidly-swelling knot. Xavier groaned and grabbed the back of Claude’s headfur, holding the other boy close as he ground his messy crotch into the white fox’s face. The pair pressed together as if they’d never separate, Xavier’s body spasming all the while.
Claude taps on Xavier’s thigh, lightly at first and then with greater frequency. The red fox pulled back, and his member pulled free of Claude’s maw with a hearty pop.
Claude coughed. A bead of white fluid fell from his chin before he audibly swallowed whatever was in his mouth.
“I- hah- didn’t think you’d go that hard or fast, wow.” Xavier huffed, leaning on the other boy for support. “Is this, like, something that does it for you?”
“Wha-? N-NO! No.” Claude spat halfheartedly. “That was, um, really gross, dummy. I’m not doing it again. Unless it’s a penalty or something.”
Xavier’s lips curled up. He pulled Claude to his feet, allowing both girls to see the flush across the arctic fox’s face, as well as the rock-hard erection poking through his fly. Tragically, he tucked it away, though the bulge it made in his pants still seemed pretty obvious.
“C’mon, we should clean up.”
The boys tiptoed to the sink, loading up on paper towels while the girls looked at each other in shock.
“That was crazy!” Wanda gasped. “I’ve never seen a bathroom trashed that badly. And that... thing at the end? Why did their things get bigger, and what was that white pee? Why would he put it in his mouth, wouldn’t it just taste like pee?”
Millie motioned to shush her friend. The goat’s rapid-fire questions were straining her meager attempts to stay quiet. “It’s not pee, it’s different. A boy’s-” Millie’s face tightened. “thing gets bigger when touched, until that white stuff comes out.”
“Does it hurt?”
“The opposite, actually.” Millie flushed. “I think so, anyway.”
“So that’s why they were so jumpy.” Wanda murmured. She wondered what it would be like to see that up close. She hadn’t gotten a great look. How much white stuff would come out? If boys liked doing it, why didn’t they just do it all the time? They were so secretive about everything, hiding their cool boy stuff where she wasn’t supposed to see it. She wondered if Byron ever made white stuff come out of his thing. The thought made her feel warm.
Millie, meanwhite, was biting down on her lip hard enough that she nearly drew blood. Did Wanda think she knew too much about this? She’d avoided using other, dirtier words. She might actually die if Wanda let slip the word ‘cock’ during one of her chatterbox moments. Wanda wouldn’t tell on her on purpose, right? Millie felt hot and frustrated. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t fully indulge her feelings right now.
She let her attention drift away from the restroom window. She wanted a break, some kind of mental fresh air after what had just happened. Wanda however continued gawking, wholly absorbed.
"Eww--," Wanda groaned, ending in a snort through her nose, "This boy peed right on his foot. Did you see that? Millie?"
But Millie's eyes were glancing around the rest of their view down onto the campus grounds, ostensibly just making sure that nobody had 'made' them for the voyeurs they were being.
"Um," The red panda responded. It didn't appear that anyone had noticed them, up on their hill. But she did happen to notice something that seized her attention. Down by the school library building, which was undergoing some minor renovations, a port-a-potty had been erected just outside the main entrance. The regular bathrooms inside must be closed for repairs. Or redecorating. Or whatever it is that renovations people did.
"Is that Mister Sutch?" Millie finished her thought, reaching out and pointing.
This took Wanda's attention away from the bathroom window, "Millie, put your hand down!" she chastised Millie's uncharacteristic insubtlety.
Then, together, the two girls surveyed what was happening down at the library. It was a little further away, and they couldn't make out quite as many fine details, but between the two of them they were able to reach a consensus.
"That IS Mister Sutch!" Wanda agreed. Mister Sutch was the kindergarten teacher that Wanda and Millie had both had in their first year at school. And it looked like he was still enmeshed in the machinations of that grade, judging by the others he was with.
What appeared to be a park bench or other seating arrangement had been placed in front of the port-a-potty in what was obviously a line for the portable bathroom.
At the head of the line was a fat little rat, not seated but dancing and hopping from foot to foot in front of the door.
"Is that a boy or a girl? I can't even tell," Millie observed. They were almost as round as they were tall, wearing a shirt that was much too large for them -- in such drab gender-neutral colors that it was impossible to tell, especially from this distance.
"They're like a washing machine with a tail," Wanda laughed. It was slightly mean, but Millie couldn't help but gurgle a stifled chuckle.
Next in line seated on the bench was a tiny fox wearing a pair of soccer shorts and jersey, one leg crossed over the other and wiggling the heel of his foot impatiently. The two at the end of the line looked like twins, a pair of brown Labrador dogs -- a brother and sister, it looked like. She with a purple blouse and skirt, and he with a simple pair of denim shorts and a plain t-shirt; both waiting patiently and having some kind of animated discussion with one another, the topic of which would be forever unknown to Wanda and Millie, although it didn't stop Wanda from speculating rudely.
"Duhhh, big brother! Your butt smells! Mister Sutch, he pooped his pants!" she affected a soft, high-pitched monotone voice.
Millie couldn't help but giggle. Despite how juvenile it was, she was grateful for the change in topic "Wanda, that’s so gross!"
"Go sit over there! You're gonna make me barf! Pee-yew!" The goat girl stuck out her tongue and pinched the end of her snout with her fingers.
Sandwiched in the middle of the bench was Mister Sutch. And what could be said about Mister Sutch? He was in his late 20s. He was a chipmunk, a little on the chubby side, and he was so short, even for the rodentia -- that from a distance with his compact proportions he could sometimes be mistaken for being another grade-schooler if not for his generally conservative style of dress and the 'grown-up' confidence of his manner of speaking. He was wearing a pair of khaki pants and a white shirt, the kind that buttoned up in front with a stiff collar. Among the kindergartners he was with, he sat a full head taller and was sitting patiently, occasionally mouthing words to one student or another as they all waited.
He was one of the more popular teachers at the school, generally well-liked by both the staff and students. Wanda and Millie were no exception.
"What do you suppose he's talking about?" Wanda asked Millie, as their imaginations began to take hold of the setting and scene visible to them.
"He's probably scolding them for waiting until the last minute to wait in line for the bathroom!" Millie speculated, "They all look like they're about to burst!"
Well, except for Mr. Sutch himself anyway, who was a model of confident gentleness as the port-a-potty door opened and a nonplussed tuxedo cat of indeterminate age and gender emerged, looking absorbed in their own thought as they strutted up the steps and into the library, wholly oblivious to the anxious energy and gawping of the assembled people waiting in line.
Washing-Machine Rat ran up to the port-a-potty door practically in a desperate lunge, before stopping and mouthing something back to the bench; and from this distance Millie and Wanda could only see the voiceless bristling and arm waving of some exchange going on between them all.
"OMG," Wanda uttered each letter in disbelieving interest. This was suddenly and momentarily much more interesting than the boy's room they had been spying on before. "What's Fatty-Ratty waiting for? Are they having an a-a-a-accident?" she snickered. In her excitement, her caprine accent slipped and stuttered for just a moment.
Millie, focused and quiet, treated the far-off scene like a riddle or perhaps a lateral puzzle. Trying to make out as much as she could of everyone's position and body language.
"I don't think so?" in hushed thoughtful tones -- then a playful smirk on her mouth as a likely epiphany crossed her mind, "It stinks really bad. They don't want to go in."
It made too much sense to not be true. The pudgy rat's exasperated whining face, even while they danced in place from foot to foot. The other cubs urged them inside. Mr. Sutch patiently tried to encourage them to hold their nose or tough it out. Wanda bayed with laughter, and it was infectious enough that Millie joined in.
"No wonder that cat that was in there before split in a hurry! Gross!"
Washing Machine, apparently impressed enough, abruptly turned and squeezed themself into the port-a-potty door. Wanda and Millie waited with anticipation as though the port-a-potty itself might balloon at the sides like a cartoon to accommodate the rat's unbelievable size; but of course there was only the anxious tension of the rest of the awaiting kids on the bench.
"I guess they made it on time," Millie observed, clasping her hands behind her back and using a casual stretch as a cover for glancing askance at Wanda's face looking for the goat girl's disappointment. It was there, hiding just underneath her smile and giggle.
"Aww!" Wanda scratched one of her horny nubbins idly. Millie could tell that Wanda was hoping with morbid fascination that one of the targets of their voyeuristic spying would humiliate themselves. A bit of a mean fixation perhaps, and yet Millie felt her cheeks redden with heat as she considered the possibility that one of the other kids on the bench just might. Maybe it would be fun to lean into that.
"Which one do you think is gonna have an accident?" Millie asked wishfully, making Wanda grin with burning anticipation.
Far off, Mr. Sutch drew himself up straight in the middle of the bench - casually crossing one leg over the other aloofly, confidently pointing and speaking to the cubs on either side of him. The boy fox in the soccer shorts looked at him with pleading attention and then nodded before moving to Mr. Sutch's other side, switching places with the girl Labrador -- who now was standing and bouncing outside the port-a-potty door, hands pressed into her purple skirt.
"Did you see that?" Wanda said in response, "Mr. Sutch just let Purple Skirt cut in front of the line. I think it's her. The poor thing is about to wet her panties if that fat rat doesn't hurry up in there!"
Millie, now fully absorbed into the morbid fascination herself, smiled softly -- blushing with curiosity as her eye was drawn back to the fox boy in the soccer shorts. She took a moment to parse her thoughts. The poor boy looked increasingly pained and uncomfortable, sitting with stoic quietness but starting to wiggle and bounce on the bench.
"I'm betting Soccer Boy."
"Really? But he let Purple Skirt cut in front of him!"
"I think Mr. Sutch asked him if it was okay, and he was too polite to say 'no'. Look at him. He looks like he's barely holding himself together!"
And indeed, the fox boy was 'holding himself' pretty desperately now, both hands pushed into the crotch of his shorts, holding and squeezing his dick desperately even though it was perhaps a little vulgar to perform such a display so openly. Like a dam about to break.
"Aww! Maybe -neither- of them will make it! But which one will have an accident -first-?" Wanda posited, leering with eyes darting back and forth between the two.
Millie smiled, delighted, "Soccer Boy."
"Purple Skirt."
They watched their respective candidates in silence for a few moments. Nobody's attention was on Purple Skirt's brother, who was waiting calmly at the end of the line without any sense of urgency or need. Millie had presumed that maybe he didn't even need to 'go' at all, but was simply chaperoning his sister.
--that is, until he suddenly sat up and gaped, mouth open. There was a frenzy of activity, suddenly, all the students got up and paced around the bench.
"What the...what's happening?" Wanda asked.
"The Labrador boy got up suddenly!" Millie responded, straining her eyes to make out as much as she could.
"What? -Him-? Is he having an accident?" Wanda asked in disbelief. There was no way. She'd practically forgotten the Labrador boy even existed. He wasn't even 'on the board'.
"I..I don't think so, maybe? I think..h--," Millie's voice suddenly hitched in her throat.
She had made out that the Labrador boy, and in fact all of the other kids now, were standing up and gathered around Mr. Sutch, looking at him with consternation.
"Oh my god...," Millie whispered breathlessly.
"OMG," Wanda concurred, noticing at the same time.
Mr. Sutch, one of the more popular teachers. Warm and confident and sharply dressed, but who could still be easily confused at a distance for another grade schooler.
And he was now doing a very 'grade schooler' thing -- right into his pants. Those perfectly lit khaki pants, just the right shade to pick up and broadcast even this far away any smidge of wetness. Like the large wet stain that was now starting to blossom down one of his inner thighs past his hands, which had suddenly been pushed into his lap to grab himself, much like the Soccer Boy he was sitting next to.
He still had his legs crossed, one over the other. It had looked so aloof and casual before, but which Wanda and Millie now recognized to be a posture of discomfort and urgency. How had they completely missed it?
They could not see at this distance the golden stream pattering down through the slats of the wooden bench and onto the grass below, slowly in one uninterrupted peal over the next twenty long seconds. But they could make out his awkwardly blushing face -- teeth gritted with the failed effort to hold everything in. And the humiliating looks of the assembled students. All their own desperation suddenly forgotten. Purple Skirt looked on with sympathy, patting him helpfully on his knee and mouthing kind words. Soccer Boy and Labrador Boy blushed furiously, as though embarrassed vicariously for him.
And then Washing Machine Rat casually emerged from the port-a-potty. Relieved and too absorbed in their own thoughts, much like the tuxedo cat before. They scurried up the stairs into the library, completely oblivious to the fact that their teacher had just peed in his pants like a toddler.
Purple Skirt looked apologetically at Mr. Sutch -- and then quickly toddled into the port-a-potty.
For what felt like a long time, Millie and Wanda could only stare in disbelief as Mr. Sutch slowly got up and helped himself away to the faculty offices, stepping briskly and stiffly, pulling his shirt down in front of him as well as he could. It hid nothing. The chipmunk looked truly pathetic and embarrassed, that veneer of confidence shattered. From a distance, he could easily be mistaken for another grade schooler. And now he probably felt like one, too.
Wanda stamped a hoof, flushed and hot with lurid excitement. Millie was quiet and blushing with pulse-pounding curiosity. It was a tension so unreal that neither wanted to say anything for fear of breaking the spell. But eventually, Millie did.
"I don't remember Mr. Sutch ever doing -that- when we were in his class, did he?" the red panda asked huskily.
"No. Definitely not," Wanda replied, snorting manically, "We would have remembered. I -definitely- would have remembered."
The sharp sound of the school bell split the air. From their vantage point on the hill, the girls watched cubs from across the campus filter back towards the main buildings. This included the unfortunate Soccer Boy and his flight towards the main hall’s indoor bathroom. Whether he made it or not was sadly outside of the girls’ line of vision.
“Ugh, we gotta head back, don’t want anyone asking where we are.” Wanda grumbled. She shimmied back out of their perch and wiped the leaves off her shirt.
Millie followed suit. The backwards motion made her skirt hike up, earning a tittle from Wanda. Wanda pouted as she pulled it back down. Embarassing, but at least only Wanda was around to see. “So... what did you think?”
“It was so cool!” Wanda bleated as she started the treck down. “I was worried it’d be boring but it turned out way cooler than I expected. I can’t believe boys look so different down there, not just from us, but from each other! How do you know so much about them?”
Millie gulped. “I, um, my parents taught me about them.” Technically the truth.
“Have you ever gotten to see one up close?”
“Just my dad’s.” Millie said, wishing very strongly that a pit would open up and swallow her.
“Oh, great idea! I should ask my dad to show me his!”
“Wha- NO!” Millie yelped. “T-that’s private, you can’t do that!”
“But you got to see your dad’s!” Wanda argued.
“Not so loud!” Millie whispered. “You can’t tell people stuff like that!”
Wanda’s jaw went slack.”Millie, are you hiding secret room stuff from me too?”
“N- nuh- it’s not like that!”
Wanda bounded the rest of the way down the hill in three graceful leaps. “You’re gonna tell me about all the secret boy stuff, or I’m gonna tell Mr. Sutch on you!”
Millie scrambled down like a clumsy oaf in comparison. The idea of her mild-mannered old kindergarten teacher hearing about ...that was unthinkable. “Wanda stop!”
Wanda didn’t listen. The girls ran across the green together in equal parts glee and panic. Class was waiting. They would have this conversation again, later. Several times, in fact. That’s just how secrets are. For all the walls and doors ones puts up, all it takes is someone picking at it from an unexpected angle.