THE ORIGINAL FMA SCAT FIC!

IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THE THOUGHT OF PEE, POO OR VOMIT...STOP READING!
I don't want flames just because the story wasn't soemthing you like to read about. I'm letting you know WAY before hand that this fic contains SCAT, and lots of it. So if it's not to your tastes, the idea of peeing or pooping on your partner, stop reading.

Though if it is...I'm sure you'll like this.

Problems...

Winry had been promising him for a few days now, but she couldn't do it just yet. She had been promising Edward that they would out out and have fun for a night and then they would come back and have a little private time together. But the last few days she had been having bad bouts of diarrhea and was too paranoid to go anywhere more than an earshot away from her nice warm bathroom.

Being too embarassed to mention anything of the sort to Edward, she had been making up excueses so she didn't have to go. Getting the impression that she was avoiding him, he said, "If you don't want to go out with me, just say so and I'll leave you alone."

Needless to say, she was heartbroken that he would even think something like that. She decided to go, regardless of her condition. 'Maybe he didn't actually mean that and he's just trying to guilt me.' She thought as she stepped out of her room and into the empty hallway. "So help me if he is...Uhhh..." She clasped her stomach yet again. Maybe it was something she was eating, but she just couldn't seem to shake the bad diarrhea she was having.

For the third time that day, she sucrried off to the bathroom and threw the door open, jumped inside the bathroom and closed the door again. The feeling was frantic and it felt as though it was getting worse by the day. Quickly she headed over to the toilit and tugged her panties down and her skirt up. Sitting on the cool round toilet seat she relieved herself of the nasty waste. Some of the water splashed back up and hit her in the bum.

She winced a bit from the cold and sighed again. Satisfied all was well she grabbed a piece of tolit paper and cleaned her backside.

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"Ready to go?" Winry could hear Ed yelling up to her.

She placed her mascara stick back in it's container and laid it on the vanity. "Almost." She yelled in return. Tonight was going to be a great night. They had been invited to a party and Ed only remembered it at the last minute. Winry decided to get all dolled up for the occasion, it was a collage frat party for Al, so it was special enough. She wore a pair of light blue, form fitting track pants, the kind with the thick waistband and drawstring; for her shirt, she wore a incredibly skimpy white top that showed more clevage than a plumbers ass.

She looked fit to date any fine young gentleman, but she figured Ed would do just fine. She giggled at the thought of picking fun at him. He was great and she was more than happy to be with him. And on top of all the comotion of being invited to a party, that night they would be going home to be in eachother's arms. She could barely contain herself, in more ways than one.

That feeling again arose in her bowels, the feeling that told her 'you should stay home'. But she refused to stay home, she needed to go with Edward tonight. Even if nothing happened when they got home, just to prove that she really cared about him.

"Go start the car." She yelled to him. "I'll be down in a second!"

"Kay!" With that said, Winry listened for the door and when she was sure Ed was out of the house, she darted off to the bathroom to deficate once again. She had actually been counting all day, she had the runns eight times that day, this would mark the ninth.

She tugged the pants down and the little white panties followed. She sat down in the ever familiar tolit seat and alowed he bowels to empty once again. It felt different this time, it felt less watery and loose, and a little more solid. When the fecces finally stopped flowing, she stood up and looked down. Success, it was beginning to solidify! It was no longer a water soup, but rather light brown fluffy looking pieces.

Hopefully she would be fine for the rest of the night. Cleaning herself up and flushing the toilet she hurried off to the car with Edward waiting inside.

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How was she suppose to have know that there would have been alcohol at the party, she thought it was suppose to be just the dinner party. No, not this time; this time, there was lots of booze, beer and wine galore; it was a frat party, what was she expecting? Of course, Winry being the sensible girl that she was, she decided to have a few of the drinks, just to keep the party going.

As the night progressed she became more and more inhebreated. Not just a little tipsy, drunk to the point she could no longer stand and walk on her own.

"Ed...she looks sickly, you should get her home." Al said in his most concerned tone. It was his party, so keeping a semi-sober head was the best way to keep things form getting out of hand. "Do you want me to call you a cab?" He questioned his older brother.

"...Sure." He said, his head slightly slumped forward, keeping an eye on Winry. He too had drank a wee too much, so his motor skills were severly impared. Though he still did retained the ability to talk and walk; to some degree at least.

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After pulling up alongside their house, Ed slung Winry, who was a least a little responsive now, over his shoulder and guided her into the house. Before he could do anything with her, she glomed on tightly to his frame. "Tame tothe bathroo..." She got out in one breath.

"You got-to be kiddin me..." Ed sighed as he held onto her with the best of intentions. The bathroom was all the way upstairs and he felt rather unsafe carrying her. Though he did his best and led her uncertain feet up the stairs.

She picked her head up and looked in the bathroom, her tunnel vision only allowed her to see what was in front of her, she could see the toilet there, sitting in all it's white glory. With haste, she lunged herself forward to stand up and she began her treck into the bathroom. Halfway there, her balance gave out and she fell into the tub.

"Winry!" Ed leaped to help her. She hadn't falled down, just up against the wall; one foot in the tub, the other balancing on the floor right outside the tub. "Are you ok?" He wavered as he looked at Winry, she was slowly sliding down the wall to a sitting position in the tub. "You should get up...Winry?"

Winry smiled at him through her drunken haze. "Yeah...I'll be ok though..." She reached down and tugged her shoe off and threw it against the opposite wall of the bathroom. It bounced and landed on the floor. Her other shoe quickly followed, but this one landed in the sink.

"Come on...you can do it...get up." He comforted her. "Getcha to bed." His speech slurred together a little.

Winry carefully stood up in the tub and balanced herself against the wall. She rolled over on her back and looked at Edward, his eyes were glazed over and his posture was failing him. "I had funtonight...thanks...anI'm sorry I didn't go sooner."

Ed nodded. "It's ok..." He looked down at Winry's pants, right at her crotch there was a little wet spot. Thinking it was either a spilled drink or maybe even sweat, he was about to turn his attention away from it, when it began to spread. The wetness trickeled down her leg and to her feet. Running out from her feet and right down the drain of the tub.

"Um...Winry...I think you're peeing...with your cloths still on." He tried to be as descreat as he could be right then. Thought it was akward, he couldn't help but watch on. He could hear it gush from her body in a pleasent little spraying sound. "...Winry..."

She opened her eyes and balanced herself against the wall a little better. "What feels so good?...Iso warm too..." She then looked down and realized what she had done. "Ah...no...I...really should have went sooner."

Ed tried his best to comfort her. "It's ok...yer jus drunk...we'll get you cleaned up and put you to bed..."

Winry knelt down in the tub in the puddle of urine and laughed a little. Ed was confused. "Um sorry for not going out with you sooner...I kept liyin...I really had diarrhea and was to worried ta go anywhere...I should have jus tol ya...shou'nt I? Tis wouldn't have happened..."

Ed couldn't help but snicker. "You don't have to make excueses Winry...I know you were just shy abou it." He leaned against the sink.

Winry shook her head. "No...I'm serious...I'll prove it." She bent down, and with her ass in the air, she tugged down her pants and panties so her backside was sticking out. "Here." With that she allowed her bowels to release a little of what they had been holding for the last four and a half hours. Normally she could only go two without need to deficate, but she did her best to hold it all in up to that point.

The waste lurched out and covered her hand that was holding her pants down. If she would have pulled them off or even down to her knees, she would have avoided all the mess. The dark brown liquid almost shot straight out, but Winry controled it as best she could. "See?"

She looked up to Edward who, in his drunk state, couldn't help but watch. "Okay..." Was all he said.

"Aaah..." She took her hand and covered over the spouting chocolate looking stool, but with no help in stopping it. "It keeps comin out." Her hand was now covered in the foul smelling substance and it had sprayed over parts of the tub. In a brash move she tugged the pants and panties back up, hoping her body would just know to stop deficating once her cloths were back on. To her dismay, the fecces kept coming. With he rear still in the air, she just gave up and let it all come out. It sputtered and squelched in her panties and the brown stain on the back of her pants grew and seeped down the back portions of her legs.

Ed swallowed a lump in his throat as he watched on in amazment, or maybe it was horror. Why was he still watching? He couldn't make sence of it in his mind.

"I'm sorry...I'm so filthy." She took her soiled hand and proceeded to whipe the remanants of the stool on her shirt. She sat up in the tub and the large amount of diarrhea in her panties squished as she moved. "I must be so disgusting to you right now...I suck." She lowered her head.

"Uh..." He was really at a loss for words. Truly, he still care about her, he just didn't know what to do with her in this situation.

"Ed...I want you to pee on me..." She said with her head lowered.

Ed shook the drunken thoughts from his head. "What...? You wan me to...why?"

She nodded her head. "Yes, I want you to...I'm so dirty...I need to be punished...just look at me." She refrenced to the stain on her shirt and the brown and yellow seeping out from beneath her.

Ed shook his head. "I don't think I can..."

Winry lowered her head. "You can...I want you to..." She proped her head against the wall again and sat herself up straight.

Ed took a step foward, he couldn't believe he was doing this. Chalking it up to the alcohol, he began undoing his pants. "Where do you want me to to...uh...?"

Winry looked him stright in the eye with a dead serious expression on her face. "Piss all over me...where ever you want."

He couldn't help but snicker a little. "Hehe...open your mouth." He said in a joking tone, but to his surprise, Winry obeyed and opened her mouth wide. "I was kidding."

Winry closed her eyes. "Do it..."

Ed took hold of her member and aimed as best he could in his intoxicated state. With that, a golden yellow liquid shot out and caught Winry in the knee. So his accuracy was off a bit. He guided the urine stream right up her body, leaving an amber stain all the way, and finaly reached her mouth.

The urine sprayed and covered her face and filled her mouth. She swallowed some of the liquid and then shook her head back and forth, ensuring that her entire face was covered. As the stream died down she groaned. "Damn..."

Ed shurgged as he fixed himself back in his pants. "Come on...that's enough. Aahk..." He swallowed some saliva that had developed in his mouth. "Ya really got to get cleaned up...then you can go to bed."

Winry shook her head as she watched Ed kneel down outside the side of the tub. "Aww...don't you have to go number two before you go to bed?" She wavered as she held up to fingers.

Ed shook his head. "Nah...I don't...Aahk..." He gaged once again, but this time his head slumped down. The scent in the bathroom was begining to upset his stomach.

With her one clean hand, she pointed Ed's face at her own. "Whasss wrong?" She said in a breathy drunken tone.

Ed gaged again. "I'm gonna throw-up..." He was about to back up when Winry tugged him forward.

She smiled as she positioned him above her. "I told you...I'm filthy and need to be put in my place...you throw-up right here." She was refering to the mess in the tub.

"But I...Aahk..." He gaged again. Being to drunk to care anymore, he supported his weight on his hands that rested on the edge of the tub. Once again his stomach heaved, but this time produced a little vomit, witch Winry had caught in her hands that she had cupped.

She shook her head. "I know you have more than that..." She sounded as if she was scolding him. Just then his body heaved again, causing his stomach to empty a good portion of it's contents onto Winry's hands, it spilled over the edge of her cupped hands and messed the tub and her up even more. It smelled strongly of beer and the lasagna that they had ingested that night. She could even pick out a few of the undigestied protions. Still, with Winry's hands cupped, Ed vomited more; it gushed from his mouth and onto Winry once again.

He coughed and gaged until his stomach was empty. He spat a few times to get the taste out of his mouth and then he sat back. "Uuh..." He caught his breath.

"Do you feel bedder?" Winry asked. She could see that Ed had nodded. "Good..." Winry took her cleaner hand, the one without the stool on it, and she jammed her fingers down her throat, causing herself to gag a little.

"What are you doin?" Ed, still dazed from puking, looked at her sitting back in the tub. "Winry...wha..." He could feel himself begin to black out, but he held on for dear life as he watch Winry do what she was doing.

"I don't feel gooeither." She stuck her fingers down her throat and gaged more; the vomit seeped out the sides of her mouth. She held on strong though, she kept her fingers stuck in the back of her throat. She gaged again and spewed all over the front of her shirt. Sticking her fingers down further, she broght up all she had eaten or drank within the last little while.

Removing her hand she tried to brush her hair out of her face. Her vomit covered fingers got tangled up in her hair that was half soaked with urine. "I'm...ok now..." She slumped over and passed out in the incredibly messy tub.

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"This is one of those things that we never speak of again right." Ed asked a very hungover Winry, she had been cleaned up and rested from the previous night. Ed lounged on the coach on the other side of the coffee table.

Winry nodded with her head half stuck in a bucket. "Yes Ed...this is one of those things." She said right before vomiting again into the little bucket Ed had gotten her. "Never ever, ever again..." She choked out after spewing.

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Moral of the story : Don't lie about your poop or else really weird shit will happen!

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