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Tied Up At the Moment	By : scatbunny Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Het - Male/Female > Ed/Winry Views: 3727 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I'm looking for a challenge! Someone challenge me. Anything but incest, I have to draw a line somewhere, don't I? (FMA ONLY)

I just love sticking these two together in these kinds of situations.

Lots of dirty scat, I hope you love reading it as much as I love shitting on my loved ones! (Boyfriend)

Tied up.

There wasn't a moment in Ed's life when things were easy. This time, he had himself captured by some random nut jobs who strapped him to a wall. He heard that they had been captured, but no one came down to set him free. He was traveling with Al and Winry, so he hoped one of them would happen by to set him free. There was a switch on the table that required a four digit code. It looked like they may have been taking the whole wall with him to get it removed.

“You're in here,” Winry said as she peeked around the corner. She heard him yelling. No one else did, they actually thought she was crazy, but here she was, ready to save him.

“Thank you Winry. I was wondering how much longer I'd be down here. I was starting to think no one was coming.” He looked to her side, “Water!” he was dying of thirst.

She opened the canteen and tilted it to his lips. “With a mouth like yours, I'm surprised I was the only one to hear you,” he polished off the whole thing.

“A big mouth?! At least I'm not some techno freak!” he snapped. Their usual fight.

Winry was typing in the code on the panel but neglected to push the final key in time so the pass word failed. “...”

“Well...can't you do it? You're the genius when it comes to mechanics.” He rolled his eyes.

She looked sternly at him, “Freak huh? Don't think I can type in a code? Well, you can just sit there till someone else more skilled finds you.” And she stormed out of the room.

“Winry! Come on! Stop being stupid!” he bellowed.

“Oh, so now I'm stupid.” She pushed a button on her radio receiver. “I found him, we're going to look around here a little longer.”

“Copy. Be back before sundown.” The voice said over the intercom.

“Winry?” he was so confused, “What are we exploring?”

“A threshold.”

“What now?”

“Your threshold. Lets see how long you can hold on,” she peeked around the corner to see him giving her a very upset glare. His mouth was down-turned, unamused with her toying with him.

“I've been holding on for hours!” He was taken a while ago, “I think I can take a few more minutes.”

“Can you?” she said with a giggle, “Even after all that water?”

Ed's eyes went blank. “Okay, not funny,” he wiggled his cuffs, “let me down. He had a collar around his neck with a two foot chain attached, it was anchored to the wall. His wrists were pinned with hard metal cuffs. As were his legs. The legs were spaced farther than his shoulders, and his hands were straight out at his sides. Whoever put him there didn't want him to move.

“You can use alchemy to clean up, don't be such a baby,” she pressed a stop watch a few times and smiled, “Add a few seconds to the clock and lets see how long before you pop.” She waved, “Bye, I'll be nearby.”

“Winry!” He yelled. “Winry!!!” Again, but he heard nothing. So he waited. And waited some more.

“You bursting yet?” Winry startled him as she hopped back into the room.

He averted his vision, “No. I've got a stronger constitution than that.”

“Alright.” and she left again.

“Dammit Winry!! This isn't funny! Ooh,” he winced. Yelling put more pressure on his bladder. As if he didn't have to go badly enough when she showed up. It grew more painful by the second. He tried concentrating and breathing, but nothing got his mind off of that building pain in his gut. Of all the times he wished he had his leather pants on, if he lost control, it was all going show up. If he was wearing leather, it would just end up in his boots. “Come on! I can't take it anymore!”

She slowly walked around the corner.

“You've been outside the door the whole time?!” he yelled. Once again, pain, pressure.

“Of course,” she said and looked at her stop watch, “why would I miss this?” She smirked.

“You're getting some kind of sexual pleasure from doing this, aren't you?”

She shrugged, “so what if I am.”

“You're such a perv,” he spat his words, something he should have thought twice about.

She stood close to his face, “So what?” she said and pressed on his stomach. That shut him up quickly. Now it took all of his concentration not to piss himself. “Not so tough now.”

“Do you realized what's going to happen as soon as I get out of here?”

“You aren't going to do anything.” she said, prodding him happily in the stomach, “You do, and I'll tell everyone you pissed in your pants you were so scared,” she mocked him.

“That's low,” he hissed.

“So's this.” She took all her fingers and began tickling his sides. His body contorted back and forth and before she could come up with one more quip, his bladder gave way. Quickly she pressed the button on her stopwatch as the urine spread over the inside of his pants and hit the floor with a light trickle. “Not bad...wow, your bladder is big.” the puddle ran across the floor and nearly touched her feet.

“You're a bitch, you know that. Now untie me so I can clean up.” He was mad, but not pissed. (Forgive the pun.)

Winry shook her head. “Oh, I'm not done with you yet.” She began undoing his soiled pants.

“What the hell Winry! Stop that!” His face was bright red to begin with, this only made it worse.

“I always wanted to tie you up.”

“That's creepy.”

“So you wouldn't run away I mean...but this...I like this too.” She tapped her index finger to her bottom lip. “That's good.”

“What's good?”

“This.” She released his member and placed its softness in her mouth. Slowly it grew and hardened. Winry spat on the shaft and licked up one side and down the other. Her hand was slick and it made a sloppy noise as she jerked him off. So far, she heard no more complaints. That just wouldn't do.

Taking a sopping wet finger, she reached under and looked for the anus. “Stop that!” Ed demanded as she poked the soft spot. He clenched as hard as he could.

“You think clenching is going to help? Maybe if this was a dick, but it's only a finger.” With that, she probed fully into his hole. He let out a noise that sounded like he was in pain, but she knew she hadn't hurt him. “You shit larger than my finger, there's no way this is hurting.” So, instead of removing the finger, she stuck the middle finger in as well. “Now that should be uncomfortable.”

His mouth was wide but no sound came out. He was shocked to have so many things thrust upon him all at once, he didn't know what to say, so he blurted the first thing that came to mind. “Cut it out!” Not creative at all.

Winry sucked his hard dick while plunging her fingers in and out of his ass. “I can feel shit,” she said as she wiggled her fingers back and forth. When she did so, she hit something that made Edward cry out in ecstasy. “What was that?”

“I have no clue! Now stop!” he was panting, trying to catch a breath.

“....mmmmmno.” and she touched that sensitive part again. Ed's body convulsed as she stuck a third finger in his ass and massaged his insides, making him wail in delight at each tender finger manipulating his backside, inside. Her hand was still holding his penis when he finally ejaculated in her face. She opened her mouth to catch the bulk of it, but the cum still got on her cheek and in her hair.

Edward panted for a breath. “Are you done?”

“No,” she said, still wearing him as a finger puppet, “I can still feel shit in there.” Winry tried to dig it out, but only ended up hitting that special spot over and over.

“I don't have to go! You're just hitting my prostate.”

Winry removed her fingers only to see that they were covered in thick brown shit. “That says otherwise.” And she went back in. “Push,” she demanded.

“No.”

“I said, 'push'. Or maybe I have to put my whole hand up there.

“Don't! Just wait,” he said, discouraging her from stretching his anus anymore. With a gentle push, a smooth brown paste seeped from his ass and down Winry's hand. It was solid, not watery, and it clung to Winry's skin.

“That's wasn't so bad,” she laid the first log aside. “Again.” Realizing that there was nothing he could do, he allowed another intrusion. This time he pushed hard, expelling her finger and a large amount of waist that covered the front of Winry's shirt. Even a little caught her in the chin.

“Happy now?” he said with a smirk, all too pleased with himself.

Winry stood up and put both hands on either side of his face and kissed him passionately, certain that her body pressed firmly up against his, smearing him with his own feces. “No.”

“No!?” He huffed, “What else could you possibly do to me? Haven't I been shamed enough for one day?”

“Yeah, but you have four years to make up for. Four years of no calling and no letters, four years of me worrying. I'm tired of taking your shit. Its payback.” She pulled down her skirt and tossed it aside, her pubes were shaved into a single strip. She tried shaving it all off, but it was too itchy. So she went with a landing strip. “Hold it right there,” she went into the hall and emerged with a chair.

“What are you doing now?” he watched her in horror. She was pulling the chair in front of him and now she was standing on it. “Please, no more.”

“Open.” Was all she said.

Ed gave up and opened his mouth.

She let go a stream of hot piss that went in his mouth. When she heard it fill, she grabbed his bottom jaw and shut it and pinched his nose. “Swallow.” He shook his head. “You wanna breathe?” She heard a gulp. “Good.”

“Nasty.”

“You think that's nasty?” she said and turned around, presenting her rump in his face.

“Anything but that.”

“Just lick it you dumb-ass. I showered.” She said and looked behind him as he hesitated. “Well? Hurry it up.”

Begrudgingly, Ed lurched forward and licked the anus closest to him. He traced the rim and even poked the tip of his tongue in a little. He was starting to enjoy hearing Winry's whimpers of pleasure, but he was afraid that she was going to shit in his mouth. The smell in the room was bad enough, he didn't want to taste it too.

“Deeper,” she said and pressed her ass into his face more.

Pulling out all the stops, Ed allowed his tongue to dive into her ass. He licked it in each direction and while inside, he flipped his tongue over and back again. She ordered him to spit, he complied. By the time she pulled away, her ass hole was sloppy with spit. “Perfect.” She hopped off the table and kicked the chair away, it slid to the other side of the room.

“Now can you untie me?” he pleaded.

“Not yet, we're almost there.” She turned around and attempted to back into Edward, but he had grown taller, so she didn't fit his erection into her throbbing moist ass. Reaching into a bag she had brought with her, she emerged with a pair of black heels that zipped all the way to the knee. The heels and platform gave her just enough lift so that she could stick his hard cock into her well prepared ass.

“Winry, please, just cut it out.”

She shook her head, “I wish I could,” she kissed him again and trailed down to his penis, which she sucked on again, just to give it more lubrication. Once again, she turned her back to him and back slowly into his boner. It touched the rim of her ass hole and Ed thrust forward quickly, making Winry gasp in pain.

“What was that for?!” she smacked him in the face, “I'm in control, you do what you're ordered to! Do you want to be stuck here all night? Let them find you like this in the morning?!” she scolded.

“Sorry,” he said in a defeated tone.

“I thought so.” For a third time, she turned around and back up into Edward. His penis was thick, surprising for such a shortie. But width was much better than length. As his hard member slipped into Winry slippery ass, she let out a sigh of relief. As if she was holding a shit in for a long time and just let it go all at once, but it was the opposite to what was happening.

Finally reaching the base, Winry, herself, began pumping his cock in and out of her ass. Slowly at first but it slowly picked up. “Ed, start thrusting now.”

He obeyed. His hips were the only thing he could move, so he was able to fulfill the request. Her ass was tight, much tighter than her pussy. He fucked her once before, in a bathroom, so that was probably where she got the idea for all of this. As he felt the walls of her rectum clench, he checked with her, “Is this alright?”

She nodded, “You could go harder, if you can.”

Ed went along with it. At least this time he wasn't being forced to drink urine, or shit into her hands. He was almost home free when the thrusting change consistency. It was thick, and hard to push in. “Winry, what are you doing.”

She grunted in pain, “I'm trying to shit on your dick. But it's not working very well.” She let out a yell and finally got the desired outcome. Shit seeped out of her as and around Edward hard on. She eventually shit his dick out and finished it all off with a bout of diarrhea. It sputtered as it covered his dick. “Much better.” She stood up and turned around, only to get a face full of puke.

Apparently, the smell in the room was too much for him to handle. Or maybe it was the pound and a half of feces shat all over his cock. Either way, he heaved once and drenched Winry in bile. “They haven't fed me, I'm surprised that happened.” He spat in the opposite direction Winry was standing. No one wanted to be spit on, that was gross.

“Really? They've been feeding me well. Wanna see?” She began to raise a finger to her mouth but stopped and giggled. I ate a lot of bread, this wouldn't be a very good vomit.” She turned back to her bag and pulled out a thermos.

“What's that?” Ed asked with curiosity,

“Vegetable soup...and it's still warm,” she said happily and began chugging the liter of soup. She was sure to chew only as much as she needed to, she wanted this to be chunky. “You're gonna love this, it tastes so good.”

He got hopeful, “Are you going to share?” he didn't care if he just threw-up again, he needed some kind of nourishment.

“Oh yeah, I'll let you have some,” she said and continued drinking until it was gone.

“Oh no...no...I'm not hungry anymore!” he tried to back out.

Winry grabbed the chair again, “Oh, its too late for that.” She grabbed one last thing from her bag, a bottle of water. She started chugging. Every few drinks, she wiggled her stomach, as if to mix its contents better. “When I throw-up, it's going to be amazing.” She took more drinks until her belly was full. “Uhg, get ready. Open up,” she said and stood up on the chair.

“Really, I can wait till we get back, I don't need to eat right now.”

Winry coughed a few times, but nothing came up. “That's odd.” She took the final sip from her bottle and tossed it aside. She huffed hard, using her stomach muscles to push their contents out. Again, nothing. “Dammit.”

“Hello! Are you guys in here?” A voice came from the hall.

Winry quickly jumped from the chair, punched in the code, freed Ed and he quickly clapped a transmutation so all the mess was gone and they were back to normal.

“There you are.” It was the major. “What's taking so long?” He saw Ed and Winry exchange awkward glances. “Oh, I see.” he chuckled. “Young love. But come on, our drive is waiting.”

They breathed a sigh of relief. Except for Winry, who's belly was on the cusp of burbling up all the water and vegetable soup. She managed to hold her own, “I've have period cramps worse than this, I can deal,” she said and carefully walked beside him to the car. They sat across from one another, their knees laced together. The back of the vehicle was packed with supplies, so the only two seats available were near the door.

“Sorry about all that Ed, I've just been a mess.”

“Its okay. I actually had fun.” Being so dirty and then so clean in a snap felt good.

She nodded, “I'm glad. I thought I may have crossed a line, but I'm glad you liked it.” Winry dozed off on the way back.

Ed smiled at her, she looked so cute when she slept. She looked even cuter when she vomited in her sleep, soaking herself in what was suppose to be Ed's meal. The chunks gushed from her mouth and dribbled down her chin, soaking her shirt in orange, spotted with little chunks of potato and carrot. The major pulled over to get her cleaned up. Ed asked him to stay in the car, it was kind of embarrassing for her. So embarrassing that Winry wet her panties.

“Payback is great,” he said with a cocky grin.

“Shut up and transmute me clean before I deck you with a spanner,” she grumbled.

I'm looking for a challenge! Someone challenge me. Anything but incest, I have to draw a line somewhere, don't I? (FMA ONLY)
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