THE ORIGINAL FMA SCAT FIC!

Ah, so many good ideas, so little reviews. I suppose I should be thankful I'm getting any at all with how nasty this fic is. *hugz fic* But I love it so.

And just so some of you know, I write from expirence...hehe!


For the record, I signed up with the Fma_Het thing on Live Journal that I got in one of my reviews. :D All I have to do is wait for a reply! (It's kind o a sketchy topic, so I figured asking if I could post it would be best first.)

No matter, here's the next chapter!

Confronted...

She had just caught a chill, nothing more. Winry curled up on the coach with her cup of coffee and listened to the radio. She could hear the shower going upstairs and wondered if Edward was doing the same thing she did whilst in the shower. She thought about it for a moment and smiled. The thought of Ed doing something like that came across as bizzar to her. Not that she thought it was strange with him liking it, but she pictured him to be the dominant role. The pitcher, not the catcher so to speak.

Feeling a whole lot better, she planned out how she was going to work tonight. She definatly had to give Ed some form of sleeping pill; knowing that he was going to try and stay awake to wait till she fell asleep, she needed to make sure he dozed off first.

With that in mind, she made him a bowl of rice for lunch. He always liked something filling but light going to bed, he said it made him sleep better. Carefully grinding up the sleeping pill, she mixed it into the rice halfway form the top. He was bound to eat at least half of it, so this would work quite well.

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As the evening went on, Ed yawned and his head rested on the coach. He couldn't figure out why he had been so tired, he even took a nap in the middle of the day to try and stay awake late. He yawned again.

"You should go to bed Edward." Winry said with a fake yet caring smile. She knew what he had been doing to her, not that she was completly upset with him, she just wanted to let him know that he was not going to be in control of the entire situation.

He thought about it for a moment and then nodded. "I guess I should go then." He rubbed his sleepy eyes and trecked off to bed.

As soon as Edward was upstairs and out of sight, Winry smirked. It was only a matter of time before she would put her plans into motion. She quickly got up and headed to the kitchen and went into the cabnit above the stove. It was the one holding the biggest glasses in the house. She ran the water at the kitchen sink till it was a desireable temperature of cold and she proceeded to drink the water.

If she fell asleep before the right time, she would need to wake up to pee in fear of Ed having his way with her again that night. Again, not that she minded all that much, but this was just too good to resist.

The hours passed and Winry found herself to be dozing off on the sofa. She kept herself awake with her need to go to the bathroom. But the pain on her bladder wasn't enough, she found herself slipping. She dozed off, only for half an hour though when her eyes cracked open. Winry had a gas pain in her bowels and it was rather annoying. Being careful not to pee on the coach, she allwoed some of the gas to pass. Silently, of course, she had prefected the art of passing gas without being heard.

The scent was kind of strong, but what did she expect, she had a glass of wine the other day, it always gave her gas like that. She waited for a few more moments and another gas bubble built up. Now she had to be extra careful, she really needed to piss. With ease Winry passed another one, but this time, something solid escaped with it.

Her eyes shot open and she stood up carefully, not wanting to soil the coach. While she was holding her pee, she hadn't realized that her bowels had filled up too. She had poured out the offending milk that was causing the diarrhea and her stools were back to normal within the day, witch would explain the warm lump sitting in her pants just then.

She walked over to the stairs and was about to go up, when some more waste slipped out. With that feeling in mind, she darted up to the bathroom. Wetting the bed was one thing, but shitting yourself was a whole other ballgame. She didn't want to have to go up to Ed and say "Oops, it just slipped out, can you fix it?" That's not something that happened too often, not unles she was drinking.

She got into the bathroom and immedatly tugged her pants down, but then realized she didn't even shut the door. On her way back to the door, she stumbled and fell; her pants were around her ankles, it was no wonder. Whilst on the floor, she pushed the door shut with her extended arm, but it was too late, the fecess she was holding was knocking on the back door and ready to exit.

Her anus contracted of it's own free will and it expelled the soft, but firm stool. A large lump formed in her panties as she soiled herself. The pasty waste rubbed itself all in between the cheeks of her bum and messed the panties instantly. She gave a little push and expelled more of the solid waste. Given any other person would have jumped back on the toilet at that point, but Winry didn't mind, it felt so soft and warm. She just had to lay back and enjoy it for a while.

Clumisly she kicked off the pants that were tangled around her ankles and she raised her ass in the air. She squeezed another lump of shit out and some of the pee she had been holding leaked out with it, dampening the front of her underwear. She reached her hand back and felt the lump that was stuck in her panties. It was warm, and from the floor, she could catch the smell of it very easily. She rubbed it and played with it through the cloth of her underwear. Shaping it and molding it into different positions. She gave it a poke with her finger and left a half inch dent in it.

It was like clay, except it was really warm and a hell of a lot softer, not to mention, it was homemade. Winry smiled as the shit in her panties rubbed against her smooth flesh. It was quite inviting. And then, after she had her fun, she grabbed hold of one side of her panties and she reached her other hand around and grabbed on to the other side of her panties. She gave it a tug and the fecess that was shapless and mushy all crammed itself onto Winry's ass, shaping it perfectly.

It was like a warm glove, except it was on her ass. She tugged harder, not hard enough to tear the panties, but hard enough to make the shit feel like it was being pushed back up into her ass. She gave a moan of pleasure, it felt so good. She placed her hands closer together and tugged more, making the waste seep through the mesh of the panties, just a little, and even more so up her anus.

It felt so wonderful, it was like relieving yourself over and over again. The more she tugged, the better it felt.

Coming back down off her cloud, Winry realized that not only did she still need to pee, but she needed to get back at Edward before he woke up. She made sure he drank a lot before he went to bed, so her plan was going to be full proof.

She stood up still holding on to her panties and backed toward the toilet. She stood right over the porcline fixture and tugged the panties down. Nothing. She looked at the panties and she saw nothing there. Aside from the brown stain that covered them, there was no waste in them at all.

She then realized it. Scooting forward, she peeked in the mirror and gazed at her behind. Winry smiled stupidly as she didn't even realize that all the shit she originally thought she had in her panties, was all stuck to her behind and right up her crack. This was going to take a few minutes to clean.

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Satasfied all was clean and smelling better, new skirt and everything, she headed out of the bathroom with the pot of nice warm water. She knew that the only other person in the world that slept as heavily as her, was Edward. This was going to be a snap.

Winry went in his room and looked at him sleeping, all sprawled out on the bed, legs spread and his left hand dangled over the edge. She smiled, Ed was cute, but he could be so careless at times. She lifted the sheets off him and saw that he was wearing a pair of pyjama pants, grey in color. Winry smirked, just like her grey shorts, this was going to show up quite nicely.

She stuck his hand in the water, and then, very carefully, she stood up on the bed above him, a leg on either side of the bed. And she waited.

Ed fussed a bit and his eyes squinted a little. Then, it all came. The pants he had been wearing showed a small dark grey spot on them witch grew and grew and covered halfway down his legs. Boy's had bigger bladders tan girls did, so it was no wonder he could hold so much. The scent of the urine on the cloths excited her and made her want to do anything and everything to him right there.

But Winry waited till he was done. She could hear it, the pee gushing from him; the sound of it made her smile, it was a nice little sound, much like a little rushing stream, or even the sound you get when you spill water on the ground. That little trickeling sound was the best.

Finally, he ceased urinating in the bed and his relaxed expression said it all. He was done. She thought it would never end. Winry smiled and allowed it to soak in a little. She shimmied up the bed and carefully tugged the blankes off him completly. He had a black t-shirt on and it was exposing his stomach. She tugged it down for him and stood right above his chest.

"Edward." She called his name in a stern tone.

Without a hitch, his eyes fluttered open. "Huh?..." He looked up and saw Winry standing right over him. "AH! Winry?! Wht the hell are you doing?!" He sounded a little irrate.

"I'm getting back at you Ed! I know it was you who were making me wet the bed these past few nights!" She snapped at him.

Ed bit his tongue momentairly till he thought of something good to say. "How the hell would I do that?"

Wirny raised an eyebrow. "By sticking my hand in warm water, how else?"

Ed played dumb. "Dont' be stupid, that doesn't work."

She snickered. "Oh really?" She pointed down. "Then uh...what's that?" She asked refering to the rather lare wet stain on the bed.

Ed sat up a little and blushed furiously. "I...uh...well it's just...I..." He was at a loss for words.

Winry continued. "The reason I didn't wet the bed last night is because I was awake when you came in the room. I just didn't say anything because I wanted to see what you were doing."

Ed shut his mouth, he knew he had been caught red handed. It was true, he had no way out. "I'm sorry..." A smidge of shame in his voice.

Winry, still standing over him crossed her arms and thought. "Well, since you did it to me three times, I think I deserve to get back at you somehow. What could I do?" She thought.

Ed closed his eyes, sighed and laid back. "Listen Winry...it's just from the other night...it really got me thinking--" His eyes were still closed, so he had no idea what was going on. He got cut off in mid sentence by the feeling of something warm trickeling down and hitting him in the forehead.

"Do you like that?" Winry said as she stood right above his head, skirt tugged up just a smidge, pissing on his face. Ed was at a loss for words, not that he could talk at that moment, she would get pee in his mouth. "Well? Answer me!" She demanded.

Ed nodded. Winry squeezed a little harder causing her urine to come out in a spraying manner, covering his face entirely. "I asked you a question Ed! Answer me!"

Ed nodded again. "Yes ok! I like it!"

Winry snickered. "Open your mouth." Without hesitation, Ed opened his mouth. With that opening avaliable, Winry crouched down and squatted on his face, making sure she was getting the piss right in his mouth. When she was sure his mouth was full she quickly stopped peeing on him, sat back on his chest, covered his mouth and plugged his nose. "Swallow it."

There was a few seconds of silence and then finally, she heard a gulp. "Is it gone?" She allowed him to open his mouth, to her pleasure, his mouth was empty. "Good." She smiled and then, she sighed.

Edward began again. "Winry I..." He flet something. "What are you doing?" His chest suddenly felt very warm and wet.

"Aaaaa." She sighed as she relesed the rest of her bladder all over his chest.

"Oh my..." Ed closed his eyes and laid his head back on the pillow. "That's amazing..." She finished doing her business on him and then she stood up and got off the bed.

Winry smiled as she headed for the door. "We should do this more often." She smiled and left. Leaving Edward there, piss soaked, and hard as a rock.

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Ah, I wish someone would come in and pee on me while I slept. ;_; Lucky Ed!
No biggie! I would rather write about it, easier clean up that way!
Tell me what you think, do you still like it?

I'm still open to suggestions too! =D