“Hey Zuma!” Sky yells as he wakes the cub.
“Huh?” Zuma stirs awake. “Yeah?”
“I have an idea on what we can do today.” Sky says.
“Really?” Zuma asks.
“Yeah.” Sky nods. “We can see who can drink the most water, and who does it the fastest!”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Zuma says.
“Afraid you’ll lose?” Sky asks teasingly.
“N-no.” Zuma chuckles. “I’m in.”
“Great to hear.” Sky chuckles. “Come on!”
“All right,” Zuma follows Sky, who tries one more time to convince one of the pups, this time Rocky.
“Hya Rocky, wanna join us in a game?” Sky asks.
“Sure,” Rocky nods, wagging his tail happily. “What kind of game?”
“You’ll see….” Sky chuckles.
Rocky is hesitant but nods. “All right,”
As they continue walking, Zuma whispers towards Sky. “Don’t you think it’s a bit cruel to ask him?”
“Who knows, maybe he’ll actually like the game,” Sky says as they go towards an area with two dog bowls filled with water, where Marshall is standing.
“So Sky, you’ve found someone crazy enough to join you in this challenge?” Marshall says, slightly surprised.
“Yeah,” Sky smiles.
“Wait, what game are we playing?” Rocky asks, recoiling seeing the bowls of water.
“We’re seeing who can drink the most water,” Sky explained. ”Marshall will keep the score, and give a sign if and when I will win.”
“We’ll see who wins.” Zuma chuckles.
“I, I don’t think I’ll play along, sorry,” Rocky says, recoiling further.
“Don’t be a chicken!” Sky teases.
“Leave him alone,” Zuma says.
“All right then,” Sky sighs.
“I’ll see you guys later,” Rocky says, before leaving.
“All right then,” Marshall says, before Zuma and Sky got ready “On your marks… get set… and Go!” The dalmatier counts down, and soon both pups start drinking out of their dog bowls.
Zuma and Sky instantly start drinking the bowl, and finish in a couple of seconds. “Done!”
“You both drank all the water,” Marshall remarks.
“Well who was the fastest?” Sky asks.
“Well… um…” Marshall didn’t pay attention to that.
“It was obviously me!” Zuma boasts.
“No it was me!” Sky replies.
The two of them continue to argue for a while, until Marshall interrupts them. “There is only one way to settle this dispute!”
“And that is?” Sky asks.
“You guys need to hold another competition, which will determine who wins.
Suddenly a light bulb goes off in Zuma's Brain. “We can see who can go the longest without peeing!”
Marshall is a bit skeptical. “Are you sure that’s a good id-” He starts, before being interrupted.
“I’m in!” Sky yells out. “Prepare to lose!”
“We’ll see,” Zuma chuckles.
“It’s a terrible idea, but if you guys want to, I guess that we can do this competition,” Marshall sighs.
“Then will begin,” Sky smiles.
“D-do you guys need more water?” Marshall asks.
“N-no that won-” Zuma says, before being interrupted by Sky.
“Yeah that would be great!” She excitedly says.
“Are you sure that that’s a good idea?” Zuma asks.
“Why, scared you’ll lose?” Sky asks.
“No, but I’m scared you will,” Zuma chuckles.
“Don’t be!” Sky laughs.
“So what should we do for now?’ Marshall asks
“Hey guys! Wanna play fetch?” Chase asks from a distance, where he and Rubble are playing .
“Sure, sounds fun!” Sky smiles.
“Come on!” Chase yells out.
The four of them play catch with a stick, with both Zuma and Sky struggling with their bladder, causing them to slow down a bit.
After about an hour of playtime, they suddenly have to do a mission. They go towards the beach, where they have to save Cap'n Turbot ship from a storm.
At first, Zuma tries to reach the boat with his hovercraft, but due to the strain on his bladder, he isn’t able to concentrate, and doesn’t reach the boat in time. Fortunately, no one was on the ship, but a lot of merchandise fell of the ship
“Good job!” Sky says sarcastically as her bursting bladder made her more easily annoyed.
“S-sorry,” Zuma apologizes as he tries to keep his composure, though his squirming makes it different
“Guys! We still have to save the ship!” Chase exclaims as he notices the others being distracted.
“Oh yeah!” Zuma says. “We can use my submarine, Sky, can you help me with that?” He asks.
“F-fine!” Sky agrees.
They went into the submarine, and they started diving.
“Is, is it always this dark here?” Sky asks in a soft voice.
“Yeah,” Zuma answers, squirming. “Why, are you scared?”
“N-no…” Sky replies.
“If you say so,” Zuma can’t help but chuckle. “Anyway, let’s get to the ship!”
“All right then,” Sky nods as the submarine starts diving. “We won’t have to be in here for long, right?”
“Nope, just a couple moments!” Zuma assures her. “Are you going to pee yourself out of fear?”
“I already told you I’m not scared!” Sky replies.
“All right all right,” Zuma says as he continues diving.
After a couple moments, the submarine suddenly malfunctions, the rapid stop causes cabinets to fly open, and shocks Sky and Zuma.
“What happened?” Sky asks,
“I thought it was fixed…” Zuma mumbles, intending to say that soft enough so that Sky won’t hear.
“What do you mean?!” Sky asks.
“Well, it malfunctioned earlier, but I thought it was fixed,” Zuma replies.
“And you didn’t think to warn me, or at least double check?” Sky asks, visibly annoyed.
“Well that doesn’t matter now, does it?” Zuma replies.
“N-no, I guess not,” Sky nods.
“Now come on, maybe we can look for something to fix the submarine,” Zuma says.
“All right,” Sky agrees as she starts looking, first starting with some storage cabinets, her desperation causing her to waddle.
“W-wait, not those!” Zuma warns, turning bright red from embarrassment, as he tries to stop her, but is too late as sky opens one of the cabinets, revealing lots of diapers.
“Are these yours?” Sky starts laughing until she feels a pang coming from her bladder.
“N-no…” Zuma stammers as he’s trying to think of an excuse.
"To whom do they belong to then?” Sky asks half curiously, half teasingly.
“Uhm… they belong to Katie, she just wanted me to hold them for her,” Zuma lies.
“She wanted you to hide them, and decided that the best spot would be here?” Sky asks, doubting the veracity of the story.
“Y-yeah,” Zuma nervously replies. “I’m not sure why, I’m just following orders.”
“And not to mention, the pack is opened, and some diapers are missing?” Sky continues, not believing a word now as she notices Zuma’s nervousness.
“W-well, I… I mean…” Zuma starts stuttering nervously as he knows that he’s been caught. “...Still need them sometimes.”
Sky bursts out laughing, which causes her to jump from one paw to the other as she’s struggling to hold it in. “You still need diapers?!”
Zuma turns beet red, as he tries to keep his composure, which is made difficult due to a mix of embarrassment and desperation. “Only sometimes…” He replies.
“What do you mean only sometimes?” Sky continued giggling.
“L-like only at night,” Zuma replies. “And on really, really long missions.”
“So you really can’t hold it like a little baby?” Sky chuckles. “This is going to be an easy challenge!” She adds.
“Nu-huh!” Zuma replies. “I’m still going to win!”
“Sureee,” Sky chuckles. “You’re going to wet your uniform like you wet your bed!”
“Hey!” Zuma yells out, being insulted. “You really think you’ll win.
“We’ll be stuck here for a while!” Sky says. “And you don’t have a good record.”
“I don’t wet the bed that often!” Zuma argues.
“Often enough for you to need diapers!” Sky replies.
Zuma is hurt by the comment, but tries to just brush it off. “Whatever, you’ll lose anyway,” He said, before focusing on his desperation.
The two cubs continue the competition. Sky ends up struggling more than she had expected to, and despite her having boasted about winning mere minutes ago, she is starting to think about giving up.
“Did you receive any signal about them?” She asks as she is now potty dancing.
“Not yet,” Zuma replies. “It might take a long while,” He adds, before smirking. “Why, do you have to pee now?”
“Yes!” Sky replies, annoyed by the fact that Zuma didn’t appear to be losing.
“Well you can wear a diaper like a little cub,” Zuma replies with a smirk.
Sky blushes but is seriously considering that, before hearing the last part. “Aren’t you insulting yourself?”
Zuma is now the one blushing. “We-well that’s different?” He rebutted.
“How so?” Sky asks, as the sharp pangs from her bladder grow more and more painful.
Zuma thinks of an argument, but can’t find one, resulting in him blushing further. “D-do you want the diaper or not?”
“Yes please!” Sky impatiently replies as she’s jumping from one paw to the other, her bladder about to give up.
“Zuma can’t help but to chuckle as he got a diaper, but before giving Sky a diaper, a smirk appeared on his face. “Give me one reason why I must give you it.”
“Well if you don't give it to me, then I’ll probably flood the submarine,” Sky argues as she grows more and more desperate.
“Gross!” Zuma says as he hands Sky the diaper. “Don’t do that please, or you’re cleaning up.”
“Thank you,” Sky hastily says as she puts on the diaper and tapes it around her waist. Not a moment too soon, as she immediately starts peeing, soaking the diaper as it starts feeling warm to her fur.
“Since you gave up like a little baby, I won!” Zuma chuckles.
“Well you can relieve yourself as well then,” Sky says with a relieved smile on her face as she is getting closer to emptying her bladder fully, though it might take a while. She gets one of the diapers and hands Zuma one.
Zuma bursts out laughing. “Haha! You really think I’m as much of a baby as you!” He says, as all the laughing takes a toll, as he starts feeling more sharp pangs.
“If you say so,” Sky says as her stream slowly dies down. “Just don’t make a puddle!”
“I won’t!” Zuma boasts as he walks around the submarine, trying to distract himself.
Sky can’t believe that Zuma is actually continuing, but gladly watches him struggle as she finishes peeing.
Zuma continues walking in circles in the submarine as he softly growls, his bladder quickly getting more and more painful. The cub’s walking turns into waddling as his bladder gets more upset, and eventually, he stands still.
Standing still, he softly mewls, as he continues his attempt at contacting the others. But unfortunately, he still doesn’t receive a signal from his colleagues, in contrast to his bladder, which keeps sending signals, pleading for mercy and sweet relief. Zuma can’t stop thinking about it, that once he’s at the surface again, he can just relieve himself wherever.
“Aah!” That thought increased Zuma’s desperation, causing him to yelp. The pup tries to brush it off as Sky looks at him with a concerned look.
“Are you okay?” Sky asks. “Or do you need a diaper like a little baby?” She says in a teasing voice, mimicking the way that Zuma spoke to her earlier.
“Shut up!” Zuma replies, his irritated bladder causing him to get irritated quicker as well. He continues to try to contact the other, despite how hopeless the situation seems.
“Still not giving up?” Sky asks a couple minutes later, smirking and chuckling.
“Never!” Zuma replies, though his voice didn’t seem so certain anymore. “I’m not a baby like you!”
“All right then,” Sky giggles.
“Speaking of little babies, you need to get changed,” Zuma says.
“Once we are above the surface,” Sky replies, needing help with changing but Zuma clearly being unable to. “You can wait until we’re above the surface again, right?” She snickered.
“Haha very funny,” Zuma sighs as he’s now squirming even more. “Not like you could’ve held it in,” He points out.
“Well…” Sky is at a loss for words.
“That’s what I thought,” Zuma giggles, though the laughter doesn’t last long as he receives yet another sharp pang.
“So it isn’t going so well?” Sky asks, noticing this.
“N-no… not really,” Zuma replies.
“Well then just go,” Sky tells the pup, not understanding why he’s so stubborn.
No! I’m not as big of a baby as you are!” Zuma argues.
“I’m not a baby!” Sky argues back.
“Sure, you’re a big pup wearing big pup diapers.” Zuma giggles
“Wearing your big pup diapers!” Sky points out.
“Yeah, I wear them at night, but you even need them during the day!” Zuma chuckles.
Before the argument can continue, they finally hear something from Ryder. “Finally!” Zuma says.
The call was a complete blur for Zuma due to his desperation, but he manages to figure out the positive part; he is soon relieved from his desperation. “Yes yes yes!”
The sudden cheering puts too much stress on Zuma’s bladder, and a spurt escapes, and some droplets of pee fall onto the floor. The pup’s face turns beet red, as he hopes that it isn’t obvious what had happened.
However, Sky quickly notices the slight mess, and busts out laughing. “There’s no way you’re already peeing!”
“That’s rich coming from you!” Zuma replies as a few more spurts escape out of him, though he manages to stay dry in the end.
“Maybe you should just wear a diaper now,” Sky giggles. “You already wear them at night like a little baby, so you might as well wear them now if youŕe going to piddle yourself!”
“I’ll make it!” Zuma says, trying to sound confident but is actually not convinced.
“Keep telling yourself that!” Sky chuckles, as she was enjoying Zuma being in this much trouble.
Zuma brushes off the teasing as his bladder and lower body starts feeling numb. He mistakes the final warning for sweet salvation, as he thinks he no longer has to go that badly. “Phew,” He sighs as he tries to wait for the others anyway.
“Are you okay?” Sky ass with a chuckle.
“I, I think so… I don’t feel anything,” Zuma replies, being slightly confused, before teasing. “Guess I’ll make it then, at least I’m not a baby!” He giggles.
“We’ll see,” Sky giggles as well.
Zuma’s confidence seems to be unwavering, but his desperation returns just as quickly as it had appeared. The cub starts mewling as he can hold his pee in for mere minutes at best, but tries to hold on as he wants his sweet relief on the surface…
“Aah!” His imagination causes him more harm, as thinking about relieving himself causes him to involuntarily let out another bit of pee, only this time it ends up being a small stream rather than a short spurt. “Nonononono….” He mutters as he manages to regain control, but it is evident that the time he was able to hold on was numbered.
“Not again,” Sky chuckles as she notices the droplets creating a small puddle. “You really need to wear a diaper!”
Zuma is actually now contemplating choosing the diaper, as he is getting close to losing full control. But before he can tell Sky that he wants a diaper, they finally hear the other cubs voices, giving him hope.
“Zuma! Sky!΅ Are you two doing okay?” Marshall asks from his []
“Marshall!” Zuma smiles meekly hearing them, as his desperation is getting even worse. “Where are you guys?”
“Chase and I are about to get onto your boat, and then we’ll save you!” Marshall replies.
“Thank you!” Sky smiles hearing that.
“How long will it take?” Zuma asks, bouncing from one paw to the other in the hopes of them not taking too long.
“We’ll be there in a minute or two, don’t worry,” Chase replies, him and Marshall oblivious to the situation.
“All right then… just hurry!” Zuma responds. “Please…”
“All right then,” Chase says, before hanging up. “What’s up with him?” He asks Marshall.
“They are doing a pee-holding contest,” Marshall explains to the german shepherd.
“Well that wasn’t bright to do was it?” Chase chuckles.
After a couple moments, Marshall and Chase successfully manage to grapple the submarine, and they start towing
“Aaah!” Zuma exclaims out of pain as the submarine starts to shake and rumble
“Are you still hanging on?” Sky asks, more teasingly than concerned.
Before Zuma can respond, his body involuntarily starts letting go again, causing him to whimper and try to stop the stream, which can only be slowed down. “Can I have a diaper please?”
Sky doesn’t waste a minute, as she quickly hands Zuma a diaper, who finally manages to stop the stream. “So what did you say about me being a baby?” She asks.
Zuma ignores the comment as he quickly tries to put it on, but struggles with the tapes. “Can you help please?” He pleads,
“All right!” Sky says as she tries to tape the tabs of Zuma’s diaper. “Stay still!”
“I’m trying!” Zuma replies as he couldn’t stop squirming. A couple seconds later, he starts peeing again, freezing as he feels the sweet relief, as the pee gets soaked by the diaper.
“Gross!” Sky says as she finally manages to tape the diaper, and waits for Zuma to finish.
“Aaah…” Zuma says as his pain disappears, and he only feels relief and happiness. Tears run down his face as whimpers turn into sighs.
After a minute, Zuma still wasn’t done peeing. “How much did you have to go?” Sky asks.
“I don’t know, but at least I won!” Zuma says cheerfully, finishing peeing after another half a minute.
“Yeah… I dunno if you can call it a victory,” Sky chuckles.
“I guess we’re both babies now,” Zuma giggles, before the submarine starts shaking again. “We’re almost free!”
Sky let out a little cheer. “Finally!”
Zuma grins widely, but his smile fades away just as quickly as it appears. “W-what are we even supposed to say?”
Sky also grows nervous. “M-maybe they won’t notice?”
Zuma raises an eyebrow. “Really? They won’t notice that we are wearing a diaper?” He sarcastically asks.
“Well can’t you take it off?” Sky asks.
Zuma replies with a blush. “N-no, I’ve never learned,” He says.
Sky sighs. “It’s already bad enough that you need them every night, but you also can’t change yourself?!” She teases.
“Y’know, instead of teasing me, maybe help with thinking about a solution?” Zuma points out.
“Fair enough,” Sky says as she starts thinking along. Unfortunately, neither of them manage to think of anything. “Nope, got nothing,”
“Great…” Zuma mumbles. “So what now?” He asks.
“I guess we just have to improvise,” Sky replies.
“Impro- improvise?” Zuma asks, being confused.
“Do you know what it means?” Sky asks, to which Zuma shook his head. “You really are a baby!”
“Sorry…” Zuma mumbles, embarrassed.
“Anyway, it means that we should just try to think of something when they enter,” Sky replies.
“All right then, sounds good,” Zuma nods as he can’t think of anything himself, as they now wait for Marshall and Chase to enter.
