Well here I am again, this is the third or fourth day of behaving myself. I haven’t pooped in my closet for into weeks, but have been wanting to. I hadn’t gotten rid of that slimy stuff in days, and that was working on me the most. What that slimy stuff is, I don’t even know, but it does feel good to get rid of it. Does it have something to do with what grown up boys do? Did this have anything to do with the (S) word sex? Laying in my bed at Inkbunny’s, looking at the ceiling, I wanted to go into the closet. What would Inkbunny say though? She was leaving for the night, and letting Miles Tails Prower here to watch me. This  would be a fun night… not. Miles probably wouldn’t let me get away with anything, the way he is.
Although, sometimes  he’s too content watching what he watches on the TV screen, and only makes sure I stay upstairs. Fievel the Third, why oh why did my daddy have to name me after him? Why mention that? Well, you might as well know my name, if you are going to read my Lil story. *Knocking.*

“Come in?”
I said.
“Hey Fievel 3, I’ll be just down the hall. Be sure you get to sleep.”

“What if I have to go to the bathroom or something.”
I asked suggested.
“You can do that, but then it’s right to bed.
Have you the need to go to the potty?”
Asked Tails.
“Am, not at all.”

“Well then, go to bed.”
Insisted Tails. I listened, but did first go to the bathroom. I didn’t go to the bathroom, I just brushed my teeth. I had three fang teeth, one of them fell out on me… well, sort of. It kinda had help, as I had rolled down the stairs with a pillowcase on my feet. I slipped up halfway down, and then banged my tooth loose on the floor at the bottom.
“Well I guess you had to go to the bathroom after all.”
Said Tails.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
I said, as I entered my room, and then laid down on my bed. I was lying through my three teeth, as they were the main teeth I had. My other teeth seemed small, compared to some larger mice I knew. Being a different mouse as I am, I would lose my baby teeth, and then gain a new pair. I laid staring at the ceiling again, as part of the bottom bunk I could look at the ceiling. Soon I would getup though, and then go to the closet. I got up, and then tiptoed toward the closet.

“Where are you going Fievel?”
Suddenly asked Tails.
“Nowhere.”
I replied.
“Well I here your paw pads hitting the floor.
If you must potty, then go.”

I walked back to my bed, and then crawled in. I sat staring at the clock. My eyes went closed though, and when they opened again, it was 2AM. I tiptoed across the carpet, getting to the closet this time, without Tails saying anything. I stood there for a little while, groping at me crotch. I stood there, shaking a little, as I grabbed the knob. I was dribbling a little, as I really had to pee at this point. I somehow managed to not go since morning, and now had held it into the next morning. Just after 2AM to be more precise.
I began turning the knob. With every click and ting, I tensed up, thinking I would hear Tails ask what I was doing out of bed. My bladder hurt me, as I worked on twisting the knob to open the closet door. Finally the knob stopped, and I was able to open the door. I was dribbling constantly, as I couldn’t hold my bladder fully any longer. I tried to take big steps, but couldn’t as my bladder was kicking me hard. I stopped dribbling, as I was pressing myself a little harder. I swung the door toward the shut position, as I entered the closet. I let go of the outer knob, and then turned the knob from within the closet. I slowly pressed the door shut the rest of the way from inside. It made a light thud noise, as now I thought I was caught. Tails though made no sound whatsoever. Still holding onto my bladder, I walked deeper into my closet at Inkbunny’s house. I looked over three newer bears, which I had gotten not too long ago. I hovered over them, and then let some pee go onto one of their faces. I stained it yellow straight away, as my piss was very yellow. I smiled at the mess I had made, as I held onto most of my bladder. My intestines were next, as I tried hard to hold onto all of it. I had to poop for more then one day, but I was holding onto it for a later time. It was getting increasingly difficult to hold onto it now. I was soon letting parts of it go though, as this sort of thing is why I was holding onto it. I squirted onto one of the other plushies, placing odd yellow spots on them. I walked over to a place I slid a piece of wood across in the wall. An opening which lead to where I hid a Grumpy Bear plush. His tummy cymbal wasn’t really blue anymore, as I had pooped on him so many times. I found him where I left him. I pulled him out, and then laid him on the carpet.
I pressed my paw up into the underside of my crotch, and then while hovering over Grumpy’s tummy, I pressed hard to push out a piece of poop. I did so facing Grumpy’s face. I squirted some as I tried to poop, having to pee so badly. I was going to poop a piece first, before I would pee more. I pressed and pressed, and did manage to poop a piece, which landed on Grumpy’s cloud. I sat down on that piece of poop, and then tried to rub it around some.
I soon got up, and then went to the newer bears again. I tried hard not to pee a lot, as I pissed a little, moving my stream about a bit. I managed to squeeze out enough to leave yellow streaks on their faces. I returned to my Grumpy, and then crouched over him like I had before. Still having to pee badly, I placed my right paw up against the underside of my crotch. Pressing hard over my first piece, I squirted a little as I did. I stuck my left paw back there, to see where my poop was. Trying to only press out clumps at a time. The size of my poop was making this very difficult. I cried a bit, trying hard to hold it in. my poop had another plan. It slid out further and further, as I tried to hold some in. it snaked on Grumpy’s cloud. I eased up my hold on my bladder, and then let a stream out on Grumpy’s face. I grabbed a paw-full of my poop, and then mashed it against my penis. I began the stroking action using my poop as lubricant. This caused me to let out a moan, as it made me feel good. The pungent smell of my poop met my nose, encouraging me to masturbate faster. I let myself sink, onto my poop, on Grumpy Bear’s belly. I let more pee slide out, as I masturbated. The feel increasingly upping my orgasm, as this little mouse misbehaves in the closet. “Oh Grumpy, that’s it.” I whispered aloud, as I was riding my poop into his fabric. I moaned some more, as I sped up my pace on my crotch. That fantastic feeling was approaching, as I squirted a little more of a still overfull bladder. The pain of it was now pleasure, as I pressed to try to squirt some. It was merely dribbling out, as I reached between my legs, and then grabbed a little more poop to masturbate with. I reached and then grabbed one of the white bears, grabbing it with my dirty right paw. I managed to get it in front of my crotch, as I continued masturbating with my left paw. I closed my eyes, and then leaned backward a Lil, trying to release some pee. I squirted long, more then I thought I would get rid of, as it also made my orgasm grow further. I placed yellow marks all over the white bear… along with brown paw marks, everywhere I placed a poopy paw on it. I was switching paws, as I held the bear at my penis. When I squirted that other stuff, I was going to place it all over this bear. Pressing to try to pee some more, I was now holding onto the bear with both paws, and rubbing it against my penis. I tried to poop, as I didn’t think I had to go anyways.
I got-up some, and then slid part of the bear underneath me, causing more of the white bear to turn brown. I managed to pee a little more, as I masturbated faster. Moaning near constantly now, I pressed to try to poop a little more. I did so too, as I pooped on the lower half of the white bear, which I was now somewhat humping.
I moved my body forward, and then backward, causing some pain in my anus, from my poop. I masturbated with more of my poop, as I made the stomach of the white bear brown. With a few more whimpering moans, I leaned forward, somewhat onto the bear, and then squirted my other stuff. I moaned actually somewhat loud, and didn’t mean to. Low-and-behold, Tails didn’t wake up. I got-up, and then had a look around. I had my poop smeared across Grumpy’s stomach, that white part I nearly had all brown. I had more cleaning to do then normal. I managed to pick up the heavy chunks, and then carry those to the bathroom. It was going on 3AM by the time I finished placing Grumpy back in the wall.
The white bear I messed up, I just let laying on the floor. I went to bed shortly after.

(FIN!)
Sequel? That’s a question I never know. I write these out of true life fantasy, would practice them more if I had a place to do so. I myself am into scat to near the extremes as in my stories. I am not into eating really, but have sucked my fingers clean of my poop before. Use to poop in bed while masturbating. I would often poop more then I cared to, and then end up having to clean it. Sometimes it was just that I wanted the slimy ass fluids to masturbate. And then it would sometimes go a little further, then it was suppose to.
Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this story.