Denny’s Second Day Of School.

Pee.
Scat.
Characters.
Denny Mouse, five-years-old. Fievel Mousekewitz, going on one-year-old.
A Quicky Story.

I awoke, having morning pee in my system. As I looked at the clock. It was a Friday, and it was only fifteen minutes from the time the bus came. I rushed downstairs, as mom handed my a pop-tart.

I stood at the bus stop, not much more than five minutes, when the bus arrived. I still had to pee. On the way to school, I realized I had to poop too. But it was too late to go right now, as I had to hold it.
I found it easier than yesterday to hold it actually, as I went through my first class, in first grade. I figured I would go just before naptime. But naptime came and went, as my bladder hurt.
Gym class came up, as I stood on the basketball court, and started playing. I was having fun, as I was able to make baskets. Somehow I managed to hold it better than yesterday, as I would go home soon.

This actually seemed to be working out quite well, as I got home, got off the bus, and then ran inside. I went to the bathroom, and then stood there with my underwear and pants pulled down.
I still had to pee pretty badly, and my gut hurt, as I had to poop too. But instead of going at all, I just stood there.

“No, I need to hold it in.” I said aloud, but hadn’t a clue why I was holding it in.

“So how was school today?” asked momma, when I got in the living room.

“Great actually.” I replied.

“Must have went good, you didn’t have an accident today.” said momma. yeah, didn’t have an accident, yet. I thought to myself.
I sat and looked over my weekend homework. It wasn’t hard stuff, but it was something I was to hand in on Monday. I wanted to go potty in my things, but where?
I would get my answer soon, as I would get the news about Fievel soon. But I was busy watching a movie for the time being, and that currently had most of my attention.
I was trying rather hard at this point to hold in my pee and poop, as I wanted to go to the potty, but did not. I was holding it in at this point, since around seven-o-clock, and was having problems.
But I still managed to hold most of it back, as I soon went to the wreck room, and then began watching a movie there instead.
Momma didn’t say anything when I left the living room, and did check in on me, while sitting on the loveseat. I hadn’t an idea Fievel was coming over, until he showed up in the wreck room.
He was walking kind of fast, as he’d learned to walk, but could also talk quite a few words too. He came over to the loveseat, and then placed his arms up.

“Up Denny?” asked Fievel.

“Yeah, want on my lap?” I asked.

“Yeah Denny.” answered Fievel.
I picked up Fievel, and then placed him on my lap. I placed my arms around little Fievel, and then rubbed his belly some with my paws. Fievel looked up at me, and then smiled.
Momma came into the room, not long after.

“Denny, if Fievel poops his diaper, here’s a diaper to place on him.” said momma.

“Why, where are you going?” I asked.

“Poppa and I are going away, but just for an hour or so.” said momma.

“Yeah okay, I’ll change him if needed.” I said.

“Make sure you go potty, something tells me you have to go.” said momma.

“I will momma, after this is over.” I said.

“You better, I don’t want to see you mess yourself like yesterday.” said momma.
Momma soon left the room, as I carried Fievel to the living room. I checked the windows, to see if I could see momma and poppa drive away. Alone time with Fievel would be kind of fun.
I watched momma and poppa leave, as I carried Fievel back into the wreck room. I wasted little time as I pulled the sticky tapes from Fievel’s diaper, pulling it off soon after.
I looked over Fievel’s little naked body, as I also pulled off his clothes, kind of had to, before getting at his diaper. And now was looking over Fievel’s naked body.

“That’s a cute lil penis there Fievel.” I said.
I mounted his legs, taking off all but my underwear. I had my ass sitting on his penis. All I had to do is lift myself up a little, and I could poop my underwear full. But I also had to pee as well.

“Peepee.” said Fievel.

“You have to pee?” I asked.
Fievel nodded “yes” as I allowed a squirt of my own escape my body, Fievel peed a stream of pee too, as then I peed a little more.
Fievel and I both giggled, as I begun peeing my bladder, so did Fievel, as I moved it about his body, from head to his little penis.
Fievel and I enjoyed the peeing, even though most of it went all over Fievel, as Fievel also opened his mouth, and allowed some to go into his mouth. He actually caught a mixture of his and mine.
He seemed to enjoy it too, as his mouth filled, emptied, as he swallowed it, and then allowed his mouth to fill again.
The little boy really liked me peeing all over him, as well as he peeing all over himself. We finished peeing, as I soon began to press to poop. I would poop my underwear full too.
But I wouldn’t be done after that, as my little penis was able to get hard, and I was going to stick it into little Fievel’s anus.
Fievel held onto his foot-paws, somehow while allowing me to still be able to poop into my underwear, and not change positions.
I pressed knowing that I would certainly fill my underwear, Fievel farted, as I did myself. Fievel was going to poop onto the floor.
I moaned as I pooped a long piece, actually, I believe it was everything in my system. Fievel pooped a mess onto the carpet.
My underwear were quite full, as I changed positions. Fievel continued holding his foot-paws, as I worked my penis hard.
I used Vaseline to both get hard, and then I rubbed some onto Fievel’s ass, as I pressed my penis at it. Fievel grunted as my penis penetrated his hole, his little penis bobbing about some.
Fievel’s little member got hard soon after, as I did nothing at first.

“What do I do now Fievel?” I asked aloud.

“I don’t know Denny.” replied Fievel.

“Do I move to try to make something else come out?” I asked, not like a baby like Fievel should really know. Fievel shrugged his shoulders, as I began moving my larger member in and out of him.
Fievel groaned some, as did I, as I went into something I couldn’t explain, but it felt kind of good, so I kept doing it. The more a kept doing it, the better it seemed to feel, as I moved it in and out.
I moved my penis in and out of Fievel’s hole faster, as I moaned, not knowing what was next, if anything. I managed to press to poop, and to my surprise, I had to poop more.
The pooping seemed to be a turn on, as I moved my penis in and out of little Fievel’s anus. Little Fievel began to moan in the same good feeling as me, and his penis was all hard and stuff.
I moaned in what I would learn later was called an orgasm, the only thing I knew about it at the time, is that it felt good.
Fievel moaned as his body went into orgasm, I didn’t yet know what it meant, but it was feeling pretty good. Fievel’s little penis was now jumping about, as his body went into orgasm.
A word I’d only heard, but I did not know what it really meant. I was going into the word, (orgasm) though, and did not know what was next. I did know the more I moved, the better it felt.
Fievel peed little squirts, of pee I didn’t know he still had in his system. I moaned as I moved my penis in and out of Fievel’s hole.
Fievel moaned as I watched his pee cut off suddenly, Fievel moaned really long. As a matter a fact, so did I, as Fievel squirt seminal fluid, I wouldn’t figure was there.
As a matter a fact, I was squirting something into Fievel’s anus, and did not know I had it to squirt. As Fievel squirt his, I placed a paw in it, and it was slimy as he squirt more.
It was completely clear, as I moved it about in the fingers of my paw. Fievel moaned as he spat a second, third and even a fourth time. And he wasn’t done, peeing more of the stuff.
Actually neither was I, as it felt kind of like peeing, but it was coming out in short strong squirts. Probably the same thing which Fievel was spitting all over himself, his front side.
He moaned as he continued squirting this stuff all over himself, spitting this slimy stuff six, seven and eight times, on himself and on my one paw as well. We both kept spitting even now.
I moaned as Fievel now had my slimy stuff leaking from his anus. I moaned and then began to pant too, peeing this slimy stuff into Fievel’s anus in short strong squirts.
Twelve, thirteen, fourteen times, and still squirting it, as it dripped onto the carpet. Would probably dry all hard. Like those spots on momma and poppa’s floor. There was after sex on their floor.
In other words the fluids produced by sex, was hard on momma and poppa’s carpet in their room. That’s one of the only things I knew about sex really. But I was still doing it right.
In any-case, I continued squirting my stuff into Fievel’s anus, as it continued running from his anus at the same time. Momma and poppa would figure that something sexual happened there.
Either-way they’d figure out that something happened there, but probably wouldn’t talk about it. Especially at my age, as I myself am only just five. They’d have an idea later about it though.
It did not bother me one bit, as I’d masturbated on this carpet many times, but it would still be damp when they’d come home this time.
Cum continued running out of Fievel’s anus, well, clear slimy fluid that is. It was making things slicker, and me to orgasm harder.
Fievel and I spat about twenty four times, as I pulled my penis from Fievel’s anus. Fievel’s anus leaked with my seminal fluid, as I let it drip for a little while. It stopped soon after, as I redressed him.
Fievel that is, I placed on a clean and dry diaper. I didn’t cloth him actually, even though I just said I did. I dressed him in a diaper only. So he was almost naked in a way, but that’s where I stopped.
Momma and poppa were home not too long after, I was asleep, and Fievel’s poop mess was still on the floor. Actually my pooped in underwear were on the floor too, as I forgot about them.
Momma and poppa came home, and then checked on Fievel and I. she stood shaking her head, thinking that I just couldn’t hold it, and that Fievel just had an accident.
After further inspection, she realized the carpet was wet. She sniffed it, and could tell it was sexual fluids. She looked up toward her son Denny, then shook her head.

“You both are too young to be doing this.” she whispered in a very low voice, careful not to wake Denny or little Fievel. She knew Denny done something he wasn’t suppose to do, but she did nothing. After-all, they’re both just children.

(FIN!)