Fievel Mousekewitz In, A Ride To The Park II, The Ride Home.

Characters.
Denny 11.
Fievel age 9.
Momma adult.
Poppa adult.

SCAT WARNING.
WATERSPORTS WARNING.
Everyone are mice.

Fievel’s and my day went well, we rode on roller coasters, and other big boy rides. Fievel barely made the measurements to ride, as we would soon be back in the car on the way home.
We ate lots of junk food, and our bellies were upset for a period of time, but we kept going, and by the time we were in the car we were very tired. We didn’t sleep, too excited from the day.
Our body’s were both having to poop by now, and we hadn’t went to the bathroom to pee all day. So our bladders and intestines were both full, and full with constipation from our eating patterns.
We ate junk the whole day, and had veggie burgers for supper. We ate seed and fruit, but also had junk food like candy. Our bowels were full, and hurting us, and only realized that in the car.
We were an hour on the way, before we realized just how badly we had to go. Fievel’s head was in my lap, as we both realized we probably couldn’t hold all of it in, the whole ride home.

“Oh my gosh I should have went.” I said suddenly.

“No not again.” said poppa.

“You two need to hold it.” said momma.

“Momma, I’m not sure if we can.” said Fievel, head still in my lap.

“Gosh darn it, those are clean things.” said momma.

“What are you saying then momma.” I asked.

“We’ll have to let you stay naked until we situate.” said momma.

“So does that mean we can go in our pants?” asked Fievel.

“I guess you may, just let your momma watch you.” said momma.
Fievel and I didn’t care that momma was watching, as we would pay more attention to each other. Momma wanted to watch us, and we were getting very good at pooping and not peeing.
Our seatbelts unsafely unbuckled as he turned to get into positions. Just like last time, as we were happily on our knees backward so that momma could see things get messy and filled.
Fievel and I looked at each other paw in paw, looking at each other side by side. We both nodded as if to say “go ahead and start, let me watch you fill your somewhat tight clothes.
Not too tight, in fact we’d have to poop pretty much to show it in our shorts. We had to go pretty badly though, and was hurting our systems in that constipated kind of way.
In relief some, we began to press, my poop moving to my hole, but as it hurt some, I held in some and as I did, my penis jumped up some. It went hard and liking the feel of poop being there.
I grunted as Fievel and I were watching each other’s pants, watching for us to poop in them. I grunted a bit, facing the back window, but looking at Fievel’s pants, to see them fill.
I grunted and groaned as I pressed to poop, my poop pressing into my underwear. I pressed even harder, as my poop slowly slid from my anus, poking from my underwear, and showing in my shorts.
I moaned some as a long piece came from my anus. I watched Fievel’s shorts as they began to show Fievel’s poop, as Fievel pressed out a pretty long piece as well as I myself.
I moaned as I pressed to try to poop another piece, pressing harder with poop already in my underwear. Momma continued watching us kids, as she was doing something else at the same time.
Didn’t matter to me, as Fievel and I watched each other’s pants, getting lumpy with poop, as we pooped into our clothes.
More lumps were appearing in Fievel’s shorts as we both pooped, I assumed mine were probably getting there was well as I pooped.
I pooped another somewhat long piece of poop, as it added to the one in my underwear, I would do so until my gut would be empty.
Fievel and I smiled as we looked at each other between poops, as we looked back at our butts again. Our underwear were pressed against our shorts, showing the clumps.

“Boys,, do me a favor and pull down your shorts.” said momma.

“Yeah momma.” I replied.
Fievel shrugged his shoulders and then we both pulled our shorts completely off. We were now in just underwear. All the poop we’d pooped stayed in out underwear, as they weren’t that full.
We would be peeing next, and the seat had only dried from morning. At least the weather was hot and dry, so it dried fast.
But Fievel and I were going to wet it again, as we worked on first pooping what was in our intestines. I grunted some as I pressed to poop more, moaning as my penis was erect.
I assumed Fievel’s penis was erect too, as he pooped another visible piece into his underwear. I pressed hard, pressing out a third long and hard log, into my underwear.
Fievel and I looked at each other from time to time, as we continued pooping into our underwear. My penis was jumping in my underwear, but I was peeing before I would possibly cum.
“Momma, “started poppa, “you’re not going to pee while they do are you?” asked poppa.

“I might.” answered momma.

“You know we’re going to have to clean this up?” asked poppa.

“Yeah I know, I just like watching my boy and his boyfriend.” said momma.

Fievel and I continued pooping, as I pressed hard as I could feel my fourth piece in my hole, stretching it as my poop slid out.
Fievel was pooping his fourth piece at the same time, as our underwear were getting pretty full at this point. We both pressed hard to go a fifth piece into our underwear, filling them.
But we were both pooping a fifth piece, as we filled our underwear even fuller, pooping a fifth piece, as we smiled at each other.
Our underwear were lumpy with poop, as we each pooped a sixth and seventh piece into our underwear. We got done pooping at our eighth piece, as we turned around and then sat in our mess.
We were sitting on the seat the fight way now, as I grabbed my penis out of my underwear. Fievel grabbed his penis out too.

“Are you going to pee on me?” I asked.

“What if I do?” asked Fievel.

“I’ll pee on you too.” I said.

“Oh gosh guys, we’ll have to clean this then.” said poppa, as he shook his head.

“We will, just let them finish.” said momma.

“What ever momma, I have to drive.” said poppa.
I directed my penis toward Fievel, as Fievel did the same with his penis. I peed a stream, hitting Fievel’s underwear. Fievel done the same, as we peed on each other in short squirts.
We began wetting each other’s underwear, as we peed on each other. I moved my paw over my penis, as I peed on Fievel, Fievel doing the same thing to me, as he began to masturbate too.
We both moaned as we peed, masturbating and pointing out penises at each other, so as to cum on each other. I ignored the fact the Mrs. Mousekewitz was watching us, as I peed.
I let my bladder go, as I moved my paw over my penis, Fievel done the same on his penis. We both moaned as we moved our paws over our own penises, going into orgasm, as we done so.
Our underwear were quite wet as we’d peed so much on each other. We were watching each other masturbating ourselves.
We both moaned as we peed little bits, peeing just for the feeling of peeing, but our pee would soon cut off, as we went into orgasm.
Our body’s would cum pretty soon, mine was white and full with sperm. Fievel’s was clear yet, but he could definitely lose the stuff.
I moaned as we grabbed each other’s penis, momma said not a word, as we masturbated each other. We peed from time to time, but our peeing was getting cut shorter and shorter.
Our orgasms were coming on strong, as we continued masturbating each other. We were pointing our penises to cum on each other, which would slime up our underwear.
Suddenly as we moved each other’s paws over each other’s penis, moving them over each other’s shafts. I moaned long, as my penis spat hard onto Fievel’s front side, and on his underwear.
Fievel squirt onto me, as it came out clear as usual. I moaned as I watched my cum spitting out a second and third time.
Fievel spat a second and third time too, as we were messing up each other’s underwear. Slimy clear fluid going all over me, as I spat full white semen all over Fievel’s underwear.
Fievel placed a paw into my mess, as he tasted some, he seemed to enjoy the white slimy mess I made of his underwear.
I didn’t really understand why it was white, but seemed kind of nice that it was. It felt good to be spitting it, and momma seemed not to care… actually she seemed glad Fievel had a friend.
She had more up her sleeve than she seemed, but wasn’t doing it where we could see it. Poppa knew and was focusing on driving.
Fievel and I spat over ten times on each other, as we were masturbating each other’s penis. I pointed Fievel’s load to land on me, as Fievel pointed mine to go on him.

We must’ve spat twenty some times, as Fievel’s underwear were covered with my white semen. My underwear were full of slimy seminal fluid, which would someday turn white.
We were both a mess, as we took off our things, and then cleaned up a bit. Momma didn’t make us dress in anything, as we sat in the back seat naked, as Fievel laid his head on my lap.
Fievel and I were tired now for sure, as we fell asleep for a period of time with Fievel’s head in my lap. But we would be home at our new home soon, which was built for us to occupy.

(FIN!)