THE ORIGINAL FMA SCAT FIC!
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
8,776
Reviews:
17
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Discovery...
YEA! It's good to see a couple scat fan's out there, or maybe even someone who's just curious. :) It made my day! Yes, I wasn't going to continue for a while...but then I got those reviews and I was just inspired to write more! =p
I can think of so many more ways to enjoy scat!
Well...not too many more, but here we go.
Discovery...
Winry lay on her side in her bed as she stared off at the ajacent wall thinking 'Why in the world would that be arousing?' She snuggled down into the covers and tried her hardest to sleep.
Three days had passed, and every morning Winry woke up, her sheets were soaked with pee. She didn't understand it. She tried everything, peeing before she went to bed, not drinking anything an hour before she slept, even still, she wet the bed every night.
But this night was a little different, she had delibertly drank lots of water to see if she would wake up and feel it. If this didn't work, nothing would and she would be resorted to wearing adult diapers to bed. After a while, she finally managed to get to sleep and she drifted into a peacful dream sequence.
Later on in the evening, sure enough, the pain in her bladder woke her up. She lay there for a few moments to get rid of the grogginess of sleep, when she heard footsteps outside her door. She lay quiet, wondering if it was someone breaking in.
When the door cracked open, she saw that it was none other than Edward sneaking in, with something in his hands. Normally she would have said something to him, but she stayed quiet and wondered what he was doing.
As he had done the last few nights, Edward snuck up to the head of her bed, laid the warm water down and tugged her blankets up. By then, he had perfected it and was extreemly quiet about the whole thing. He tugged her hand out and laid it in the water and stepped back.
Winry couldn't believe what was happeneing. It was because of Edward that she had been pissing the bed all this time. She was furious, yet strangly turned on at the same time. If he had wanted her to pee for him, he should have just asked. As she thought about that a little more, he probably didn't mention anything for the same reasons she didn't mention anything. He was too shy to admit to it.
After a few moments of nothing happeneing, Ed sighed. Winry thought quickly, shoud she pee just to keep him happy, or should she just wake up and tell him. She decided to get a little revenge before she would tell him anything. She had a desire to do things like that too, but she didn't go and make him wet the bed, or in her case, she didn't piss on him.
She decided to bide her time for the night and just wait it out till the following evening. Edward really wouldn't be expecting it then.
She lay quiet till Edward just gave up, took her hand out of the water and replace her blankets then left the room. Since Winry still did really need to pee, she looked aroiund her room for something to pee in. If she got up to go to the bathroom then, Edward would know that she was awake the whole time.
Searching around, she found an old bucket she use to keep her grease rags in. It had since been cleaned, she was considering to use it as a waste paper bucket, but this seemed to be a good use for it too.
She tugged down her panties and crouched over the little bucked. It was big enough to hold all her pee, but small enough to fit over someone's head. It was the perfect size for something like this. The urine then ran from her body in a pleasent little stream. She made sure it hit the side of the bucket, just so it didn't make a whole lot of noise. It trickeled and splashed a few spots of pee back up on her, she didn't care, she had tissue right on her bedstand.
After she was done relieving herself, she went over to the window and opened it. Knowing that if she left an open bucket of piss laying around, it might smell up her room. Not that she minded the smell, but just to remain inconspicous, she picked up the bucket and headed over to the window. Just before tossing it out, she looked down at the pretty colored golden pee. It had a strong scent to it, and it smelled like nothing else she could compare it too.
Remembering that Edward had pissed in her mouth, she wondered what it tasted like. At the time, she was way to drunk to remember, but now was a great time to find out. She tilted the bucket up to her lips and ingested some of the golden colored liquid. It was very warm and had a strong taste to it, kind of a mix of iron and blood. It was quite strange. Figuring it would have to be an aquired taste, she tossed the remainents out the window and, as it trickeled and flew to the ground, the little droplets of pee caught the moonlight and made them glow a bright yellow color.
She smiled and went back to bed. Not forgetting to hide the bucket till morning, she laid it under a table by her window, just to make sure no smell would be detected. Leaving the wondow open all night she rested her head down to sleep. Minutes later, she realized that her stomach was growling at her.
Winry got up from her bed and carefully slinked to the door. Heading downstairs was a lot easier than sneaking to the bathroom, Ed's room was nowhere near the stairs. She quietly slipped downstairs and made herself a peanutbutter and jelly sandwich and washed it down with a nice glass of cold, yellow apple juice. Winry smirked, she thought the apple juice looked a lot like her pee. She snickere quietly to herself.
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Ed sighed as he woke up. Last night was a failure, he did not succeed in making Winry wet the bed, therefor, he was going to be in a relativly bad mood this morning. He figured she had decided to pee before she went to bed afterall, he paid it no mind, there was always that evening. He hopped out of bed and headed to his door. He could hear someone coming down the hall quickly. He peeked out and saw Winry making a quick treck towards, he figured, the bathroom with her hands over her stomach.
She probably still had the runns form the other day, he decided now was a great time to spy on her in the bathroom. He then quickly thought of how much of a perv he had become in such a short while. Paying it no mind he waited for the right time as Winry came to pass his door.
Before she walked right by she stopped and bent forward and coughed a little and then gagged. Ed watched on with hope in his eyes. He may not have gotten to get her to wet the bed, but watching her throw-up on the floor was a gift from above. 'Why would she be getting sick though?' He was concerned, but he kept quiet.
She dropped to her knees and heaved once again, bringing up some of the food she had eaten. She spat it on the floor and tried to stand up and move to the bathroom to continue her vomiting there. But, to her dismay, holdng vomit down only caused it to come up with even more force. Winry gaged again and threw up all over the floor in front of her. She could see the little bits of sandwich she had eaten last night and the yellow was either form the apple juice or the urine she drank. Either way, it's wasn't pleasent. She vomited again and this time it had little or no force behind it and it went on the floor in front of her, but also covered her knees.
She covered her mouth to try and stop the flow, but, just like the diarrhea, there was no stopping it. She heaved once more, this time, coating her hands. She dropped the vomit on the floor and supported herself on her hands. She spewed again, a very strained heave brought up more of her stomach contents. She gaged more and her body heaved, but this time, yeilded nothing. She gaged again but still, nothing came out. She dry heaved a couple more times and then finally, her body stopped it's convultions and rested.
Winry caught her breath and spat in the puddle of vomit that lay at her knees and hands. She sighed. "I guess I shouldn't have opened the window afterall." She coughed again and then tried to stand up. She was still disoriented from the vomiting, but she managed to stand on her own. Quickly scooting off to the bathroom to get the mop, she tried her hardest not to drip puke all over the floor as she walked.
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Ed stood on the other side of the door with, not only a hard on that could knock out a bull elephant, but a mile wide smile on his face. He sighed. "There goes my bad mood." Throwing on some pants, ones that would hide the erection, he went out into the hall and, with the most caring of expressions, he looked for Winry. He may have gotten a kick out of watching her puke on the floor, but still, he was concerned about her just the same.
He crossed his fingers and hoped that she would ask him to hold her hair back sometime throughout the day.
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WOOHOO! Another fun chapter to write! I find that if people make someone sick in their fics, they just kind of 'dance' around the subject and don't really write about it. They alway's make them 'make it just on time' or they found a 'conveient ledge to puke over'. Nope! Not me! Right there! On the floor, in front of a door!
Just like in real life, not everyone makes it all the time.
And I would like to thank you guys again for the reviews. And if you have any suggestions on something you would like to read about, I'll be more than happy to take them into consideration!
Take in mind, I will NOT write about eating poo. Reason being, I think it's disgusting. There's ecoli stored safely in yor bowls and, if ingested through the mouth, feccess can potentially infect you with the ecoli. Not fun. Everything else is ok, just not that one thing! Ok!? ...? Ok! =D
I just luvz the scat!
I can think of so many more ways to enjoy scat!
Well...not too many more, but here we go.
Discovery...
Winry lay on her side in her bed as she stared off at the ajacent wall thinking 'Why in the world would that be arousing?' She snuggled down into the covers and tried her hardest to sleep.
Three days had passed, and every morning Winry woke up, her sheets were soaked with pee. She didn't understand it. She tried everything, peeing before she went to bed, not drinking anything an hour before she slept, even still, she wet the bed every night.
But this night was a little different, she had delibertly drank lots of water to see if she would wake up and feel it. If this didn't work, nothing would and she would be resorted to wearing adult diapers to bed. After a while, she finally managed to get to sleep and she drifted into a peacful dream sequence.
Later on in the evening, sure enough, the pain in her bladder woke her up. She lay there for a few moments to get rid of the grogginess of sleep, when she heard footsteps outside her door. She lay quiet, wondering if it was someone breaking in.
When the door cracked open, she saw that it was none other than Edward sneaking in, with something in his hands. Normally she would have said something to him, but she stayed quiet and wondered what he was doing.
As he had done the last few nights, Edward snuck up to the head of her bed, laid the warm water down and tugged her blankets up. By then, he had perfected it and was extreemly quiet about the whole thing. He tugged her hand out and laid it in the water and stepped back.
Winry couldn't believe what was happeneing. It was because of Edward that she had been pissing the bed all this time. She was furious, yet strangly turned on at the same time. If he had wanted her to pee for him, he should have just asked. As she thought about that a little more, he probably didn't mention anything for the same reasons she didn't mention anything. He was too shy to admit to it.
After a few moments of nothing happeneing, Ed sighed. Winry thought quickly, shoud she pee just to keep him happy, or should she just wake up and tell him. She decided to get a little revenge before she would tell him anything. She had a desire to do things like that too, but she didn't go and make him wet the bed, or in her case, she didn't piss on him.
She decided to bide her time for the night and just wait it out till the following evening. Edward really wouldn't be expecting it then.
She lay quiet till Edward just gave up, took her hand out of the water and replace her blankets then left the room. Since Winry still did really need to pee, she looked aroiund her room for something to pee in. If she got up to go to the bathroom then, Edward would know that she was awake the whole time.
Searching around, she found an old bucket she use to keep her grease rags in. It had since been cleaned, she was considering to use it as a waste paper bucket, but this seemed to be a good use for it too.
She tugged down her panties and crouched over the little bucked. It was big enough to hold all her pee, but small enough to fit over someone's head. It was the perfect size for something like this. The urine then ran from her body in a pleasent little stream. She made sure it hit the side of the bucket, just so it didn't make a whole lot of noise. It trickeled and splashed a few spots of pee back up on her, she didn't care, she had tissue right on her bedstand.
After she was done relieving herself, she went over to the window and opened it. Knowing that if she left an open bucket of piss laying around, it might smell up her room. Not that she minded the smell, but just to remain inconspicous, she picked up the bucket and headed over to the window. Just before tossing it out, she looked down at the pretty colored golden pee. It had a strong scent to it, and it smelled like nothing else she could compare it too.
Remembering that Edward had pissed in her mouth, she wondered what it tasted like. At the time, she was way to drunk to remember, but now was a great time to find out. She tilted the bucket up to her lips and ingested some of the golden colored liquid. It was very warm and had a strong taste to it, kind of a mix of iron and blood. It was quite strange. Figuring it would have to be an aquired taste, she tossed the remainents out the window and, as it trickeled and flew to the ground, the little droplets of pee caught the moonlight and made them glow a bright yellow color.
She smiled and went back to bed. Not forgetting to hide the bucket till morning, she laid it under a table by her window, just to make sure no smell would be detected. Leaving the wondow open all night she rested her head down to sleep. Minutes later, she realized that her stomach was growling at her.
Winry got up from her bed and carefully slinked to the door. Heading downstairs was a lot easier than sneaking to the bathroom, Ed's room was nowhere near the stairs. She quietly slipped downstairs and made herself a peanutbutter and jelly sandwich and washed it down with a nice glass of cold, yellow apple juice. Winry smirked, she thought the apple juice looked a lot like her pee. She snickere quietly to herself.
~~~~
Ed sighed as he woke up. Last night was a failure, he did not succeed in making Winry wet the bed, therefor, he was going to be in a relativly bad mood this morning. He figured she had decided to pee before she went to bed afterall, he paid it no mind, there was always that evening. He hopped out of bed and headed to his door. He could hear someone coming down the hall quickly. He peeked out and saw Winry making a quick treck towards, he figured, the bathroom with her hands over her stomach.
She probably still had the runns form the other day, he decided now was a great time to spy on her in the bathroom. He then quickly thought of how much of a perv he had become in such a short while. Paying it no mind he waited for the right time as Winry came to pass his door.
Before she walked right by she stopped and bent forward and coughed a little and then gagged. Ed watched on with hope in his eyes. He may not have gotten to get her to wet the bed, but watching her throw-up on the floor was a gift from above. 'Why would she be getting sick though?' He was concerned, but he kept quiet.
She dropped to her knees and heaved once again, bringing up some of the food she had eaten. She spat it on the floor and tried to stand up and move to the bathroom to continue her vomiting there. But, to her dismay, holdng vomit down only caused it to come up with even more force. Winry gaged again and threw up all over the floor in front of her. She could see the little bits of sandwich she had eaten last night and the yellow was either form the apple juice or the urine she drank. Either way, it's wasn't pleasent. She vomited again and this time it had little or no force behind it and it went on the floor in front of her, but also covered her knees.
She covered her mouth to try and stop the flow, but, just like the diarrhea, there was no stopping it. She heaved once more, this time, coating her hands. She dropped the vomit on the floor and supported herself on her hands. She spewed again, a very strained heave brought up more of her stomach contents. She gaged more and her body heaved, but this time, yeilded nothing. She gaged again but still, nothing came out. She dry heaved a couple more times and then finally, her body stopped it's convultions and rested.
Winry caught her breath and spat in the puddle of vomit that lay at her knees and hands. She sighed. "I guess I shouldn't have opened the window afterall." She coughed again and then tried to stand up. She was still disoriented from the vomiting, but she managed to stand on her own. Quickly scooting off to the bathroom to get the mop, she tried her hardest not to drip puke all over the floor as she walked.
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Ed stood on the other side of the door with, not only a hard on that could knock out a bull elephant, but a mile wide smile on his face. He sighed. "There goes my bad mood." Throwing on some pants, ones that would hide the erection, he went out into the hall and, with the most caring of expressions, he looked for Winry. He may have gotten a kick out of watching her puke on the floor, but still, he was concerned about her just the same.
He crossed his fingers and hoped that she would ask him to hold her hair back sometime throughout the day.
~~~~
WOOHOO! Another fun chapter to write! I find that if people make someone sick in their fics, they just kind of 'dance' around the subject and don't really write about it. They alway's make them 'make it just on time' or they found a 'conveient ledge to puke over'. Nope! Not me! Right there! On the floor, in front of a door!
Just like in real life, not everyone makes it all the time.
And I would like to thank you guys again for the reviews. And if you have any suggestions on something you would like to read about, I'll be more than happy to take them into consideration!
Take in mind, I will NOT write about eating poo. Reason being, I think it's disgusting. There's ecoli stored safely in yor bowls and, if ingested through the mouth, feccess can potentially infect you with the ecoli. Not fun. Everything else is ok, just not that one thing! Ok!? ...? Ok! =D
I just luvz the scat!