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Do I condone or encourage it? (NO)\nSmoking marijuana should be up to the individual. I only believe the laws need stepped back, as they should be rewritten to allow adults to smoke and posses small amounts of Marijuana.\nI still do NOT endorse, nor encourage the use of Marijuana.\n\nSo Warning, Drug Usage.\nWarning. SCAT.\nWarning. SCAT WEARING.\nWarning. SCAT MASTURBATION.\nWatersports.\nDouble Cub Characters.\n\n\nI believe this story doesn't quite cross the line.\nFievel and Denny nearly start sexually playing in front of some children. Now, I never say or state they are, or are not Animal children. We do NOT end up doing anything anyways, as we get punished by being thrown into a penalty box. in reality, the penalty box is just the pump house, for all the nearby water fountains.\nthe largest part of misbehaving takes place inside there.\nthis story was almost not allowed on here, only... i replaced human self... with I as a Pikachu.\nthere's no italic text, as I actually sometimes try to avoid it. It's easier, as I can copy and paste the str8 up text, and don't have to worry too much, that it'll look okay, if people do not actually download the .rtf.\n","description_bbcode_parsed":"I myself was somewhat stoned when I first started writing this. Do I condone or encourage it? (NO)
Smoking marijuana should be up to the individual. I only believe the laws need stepped back, as they should be rewritten to allow adults to smoke and posses small amounts of Marijuana.
I still do NOT endorse, nor encourage the use of Marijuana.
So Warning, Drug Usage.
Warning. SCAT.
Warning. SCAT WEARING.
Warning. SCAT MASTURBATION.
Watersports.
Double Cub Characters.
I believe this story doesn't quite cross the line.
Fievel and Denny nearly start sexually playing in front of some children. Now, I never say or state they are, or are not Animal children. We do NOT end up doing anything anyways, as we get punished by being thrown into a penalty box. in reality, the penalty box is just the pump house, for all the nearby water fountains.
the largest part of misbehaving takes place inside there.
this story was almost not allowed on here, only... i replaced human self... with I as a Pikachu.
there's no italic text, as I actually sometimes try to avoid it. It's easier, as I can copy and paste the str8 up text, and don't have to worry too much, that it'll look okay, if people do not actually download the .rtf.
","writing":"Please Note;\nI did NOT proof read this, so if there's mess ups, I apologize.\nHint To End Hook, It Does NOT Involve A Human Character.\n\n Fievel And Denny - Telling Stoned Stories.\n\nStarring.\nDenny as Adult larger Raichu, and nearly Fievel’s size Pikachu.\nFievel Mousekewitz.\nPlease note, the writer himself has gotten as constipated as in this story. He has even giggled about it, even though it’s really not funny, to downright cry from it.. It is the kind of time, when you are not even surprised when the toilet paper appears like I am getting my period. Lol.\nSo there’s some warning, as you read this story.\n\n\n\n\nSitting in my lap, Fievel brought our favorite bowel out. He offered it to me. For a moment, I just sat and looked at him. Fievel pressed the issue, using only his eyes, in a way I did seem to understand. I wanted to say no, but I never could resist that face. I placed the mouth piece into my lips, and then mah-buddy (lover) lit the weed. Pulling in hard, I took a long and strong hit. I allowed it to fill me well, and then let it out. Fievel was correct, I really did wanna smoke some, as I smiled toward the crowd.\n\n\n“Oh god Fievel, toke a little more.”\n\n\n“Denny, I’m already high.”\n\n\n“Smoke, “I said with a smile.\n\n“Yeah okay.” Fievel took a long toke. By this point, Denny and Fievel had had two or three already. “So why did you press me for?-”\n\n“Ahm… Fievel, you started it.”\n\n“Ohh yeah I did.”\n\n“So which story tonight?”\nI asked, waiting for my stoner buddy and lover.\n“Ahhh, well.-”\n“Stoned huh?-”\n“Don’t worry, I’ll think of it.” I tilted my head, “the time we were at the pool.”\n\n“Ahm. “being stoned, I had to take a pause. “you mean in the pump room?”\n\n“Ahm, well there was the time also about the wall behind the bathroom, that happened at a pool too.”\nSaid Fievel.\n“Ohh gawds, we really made a mess that time too.”\nI said.\n“Which one are we telling then?-”\n“Ahm, the pump one was actually kind of funny too.”\nI said.\n“Lets go with that one then Denny.”\n“Yeah okay. We were playing with the, the-”\n“The enlarging device. We were visiting an area with a large water fountain in Central park. Actually, there were many water fountains, and just one ahm.-”\n“Pump room Fievel?-”\n“Yeah I think I could have gotten it, but still thanks Denny.”\nSaid Fievel. I offered him the bowl.\n“No Denny, we’re both stoned enough for now I think, as we both keep needing to, to ahh-”\n“Finish each others sentences?-”\n“Yeah that.” Fievel paused, and then started. “We were playing with it, not paying much attention. Now if you were ever in the sides of certain parts of old Central Park, you would know about the number of trees there are which you can hide behind. Our size wasn’t hiding us very well anymore, as Denny’s furry butt was showing through the trees. We hadn’t an idea that was a big event going on, as Denny and I winked to one and other. We began touching each other, when I heard a kid ask, “Mommy, what’s that Pokémon and mouse doing?”\nWe had started fooling around, before we realized, we could be seen too easily.\n“Ahm, let me explain.” I said, having no way to actually explain myself.\n“Ahm Denny, we can’t.”\nSaid Fievel, as an official organizer came over.\n“SO! A real life Pikachu, and an ordinary mouse, and you pervs were gonna do what now!?\nThere’s children around, have some respect boys!”\nSaid the organizer. I wanted to dig into my fur, at a spot I had a hideaway pocket, and then grab my bowl out, but then I didn’t.\n\n\n\n“Do you wanna tell some?-”\n“No Denny, you’re doing well. Wanna toke some?-”\n“I’m doing well just now, it might be good to wait.”\nI said.\n“Remember we smoked in there then.”\n“Don’t worry Fievel, I’m getting there.”\n\n\n\nThe official shoved us in a pump room, which did the job of pumping the water for all fountains. So, so it wasn’t a small area. There was even a section with a ruff over top.\n“Now you two stay in there, until we let you out.”\nI looked up, and then gave really big Pikachu eyes… like the wide eyes of a pussy, trying to get his or her way.\n“Nope, that just bought you 35 more minutes.”\nShe slammed the door shut, leaving us alone in a large rectangular area of space. There was lots of machinery around, as all electrical ducts were closed up further then I would imagine. We roamed a bit, to find benches over around the area with a roof on it. It was more and more obvious, that this was rebuilt into a penalty box, for those children who misbehave. We weren’t done misbehaving however, as I was soon ready to pull my already filled bowl out. There was around or close to six feet between the benches and the pumps. The roof went over this entire section. It went over parts of the pumps as well. I assumed it was because there were certain exposed parts, which were more difficult to cover. But these parts were probably at the top. The pumps were assorted kind of like desks in a classroom, but they were mostly attached. We had to walk past the rows of them, to get where we were now. Kind of like walking all the way to the right of a classroom, and then walking to the front of the classroom. Around three rows of water pumps at what we’ll call the front of our classroom, type penalty box, had that mentioned roof over it. Light still got in, but not as much. The ground was a mix. This mix was mostly stone, considering few plants would actually grow here. There was more then one hose, which they kept hooked up. But for some reason, neither of them wanted to work for me. It was evident, that they were turned on someplace else by other pipes which were attached to them. The small water fountain did work, but in terms of water, that’s all that really did work.\n“That’s enough, they aren’t gonna have us in here sober.”\nI said aloud, and then brought out my bowl. I then dug and dug, but my clear blue lighter seemed to be no place in either of my skin like pockets.\n“Damn, now we gotta be sober?” *Clicking Noise.* “A Zippo? Where did you get one of those?”\n\n“Remember the town I said I was lost in for a awhile?”\n\n“Some sort of magical like place,, correct?”\n\n“Yep. This lady gave it to me, after giving me a bowl too… I don’t have mine with.”\nI smiled,, and then winked. Fievel took the hint, and then worked on lighting it. The Zippo lit the first try, as he lit my fine herb for me. I handed it to him next, as he took more then one long hit too.\nI was sure, as we smoked, someone would yell in about our pot smoking… but we didn’t hear a thing.\nThe only noise we did hear, was the constant hum of the water pumps. This didn’t make my bladder feel any bladder, but at least the weed was taking some extent of the pain away. I soon realized however my bladder wasn’t the only thing bothering me. I placed a paw at my gut, and then looked at Fievel.\nFievel winked, and then placed a paw at his too.\n“You gotta poop Denny?”\n“Yeah I do, and it feels like it’s kinda backed up a bit.”\nI said, as all you could hear besides us was the constant hum of the pumps. It was a good thing we were standing, because that constant hum would sing me right to sleep, if I were laying down. We both took a few more tokes from my weed, as I soon placed my somewhat hot bowl away. It burned me some, but not too bad that I couldn’t stand it. I began looking around, as I wanted… wanted what was it? Maybe someplace to pee?\n“Are are you looking for someplace to poop?”\nAsked Fievel, as that was it. I was so baked, that I was having problems grasping ideas and concepts. Not that it mattered, as this type a thing, I was getting pretty use to, smoking somewhat regular.\n“Yeah Fieve, someplace to poop.”\nI said, as I liked, loved pooping at places I shouldn’t. the other room smelled of pee, as we searched. The penalty box was built with places to go, if you had to go. The place for solids was just a hole in the ground.\nI would probably have a good memory for this later, as I and Fievel roamed for a place inside of here to be bad. Inside the penalty box, and being bad… it actually was giving me an arousal in a way. Inside this little building for misbehaving in the first place, and then misbehaving more inside of it yet. Around the edges of what I believed to be the emergency bathroom section, were some sort of scented stones. They didn’t make the scent go away when inside of them, but outside they really did a job. I looked across the way, and then spotted pump like parts which appeared more like toilet bowls. There was room between them, where I could let some of my poop. I really didn’t wanna go here, as it was where they wanted us to go. I walked over to them, as Fievel followed. There was a small section slightly beyond there yet, which if we climbed, we could get inside of. It was only like two or three feet maximum size, maybe four.\nBut.\nBut Fievel and I liked misbehaving in small places, as outside of here wasn’t actually six feet, but closer to eight or nine. That’s from pumps to walls. We gladly wedged ourselves into this small space, as I placed one leg over Fievel, and one under him.\n“Ready my brown mouse buddy.”\n“Ready odd colored mouse.”\nSaid Fievel, as it was our fun way we picked on each other from time to time. Yellow colored mice?\nWe wedged our feet against the pump parts, and then pressed ourselves up enough to give us room to poop on the floor. I grabbed at Fievel’s little bulge, encouraging his naughty bits to come out. He reached out, and then done the same.\n“Misbehaving in the penalty box, this was such a great idea.”\nSaid Fievel, as he encourage my bits to get hard.\n“Pooping Fievey.”\nI said, knowing it disturbed him slightly to call him that.\n“Ehh, I am pooping Pikachu.”\nFievel said with a smile. I pressed and grunted, as I felt warm pain from my anus. I pissed slightly, as Fievel pulled my crouch toward himself, wanting to feel it’s warmth and wetness.\nFievel peed a little soon after, as I wanted the same, as well as tasting some of his salty piss… if I could get it over all of my fur, and into my mouth. I could smell the pungent scent of Fievel’s poop, as I tried to press more out myself. Soon, my poop felt as though is was pressing against me, as we were only off the ground mostly enough to give us room to poop. But at better look, I realized, it was actually Fievel’s poop. I reached my yellow paw beneath me, and then realized, I was so constipated, that I barely got out a single large clump. Fievel had gotten out enough, that it was pressing against my anus.\n“Wow there yellow mouse, haven problems?”\n“Yeah, maybe a toke, if I can managed after us pissing on each other.”\nRemarkably, my folded skin kept things dry enough, that I could still light my pot.\nI still had Fievel’s Zippo, which has a marijuana leaf upon it. I toked hard, and then handed mah-buddy Fievel both.\nUnseen to me, Fievel opened a little cabinet like space just behind him. It was a maintenance cabinet to part of one of the pumps. Good find, as it was a good place to stick our pot for the time being. I pressed some more, as Fievel went and stuck his paws down there.\n“Stoned and scat play… sounds like fun.”\nI said, as I felt the pain of my constipated poop coming out, but it seemed to not bother me one bit… almost like the pain was being felt but just somewhere else. It was actually getting arousing, as I let myself piss. As close as Fievel already had himself to those parts of me, gushing my poop in his paws… he drank some of my yellow fluid.\n“Ohh yellow mousey, your pee tastes so good.”\nSaid Fievel.\n“Lets ahm, ta-take turns in, in.”\n“You want to taste my pee too?”\nAsked Fievel, as I was now slightly too stoned again, to manage to complete my own sentences.\n“Ohhh yes Fievey.”\nI said, as I knew it slightly bothered him. He moved to give me room, as I saw there was a slight bit of my blood mixed with my poop. It didn’t seem to bother me though, as I bent down to taste Fievel’s pee.\nHe pissed, as I tasted most of what came from his body. I became aware that my naughty bits were erect, as I drank. I also soon placed my paws at Fievel’s anus, having to reach over his hips… but I managed to reach him, as I placed his crouch all the way in my mouth. I soon become lost blowing Fievel’s crouch, as I suddenly really wanted to taste his sweet sweet cum.\n“Eh, I don’t gotta pe=pee any-longer.”\nI ignored him, and kept blowing his bits, allowing his penis to go part way into my throat.\n“Oh garbel gibble do.”\nFievel was groaning, trying to speak, unable to make any sense.\nFievel somehow managed to lean forward, as he did, we both hit the floor. As we did, it made a gross goosing sound, as we landed into each others poop. He also managed to get a poopy paw to my penis, as I sucked his crouch. My pungent poop felt really good against my bits, as he masturbated my penis. Animals can do such amazing things, as if humans tried to do this, they would probably brake their back.\nI suddenly became aware that Fievel’s crouch went in too far, and then began to choke. Fievel noticed in good timing, and somehow gave me just enough room to release his crouch for a breath. But not out of my mouth, just enough room for a breath only. Mah-bladder felt as though it had fluids in it yet, so I released some. I could taste fluid on Fievel’s tip suddenly, but this wasn’t his peak yet. No, this was precum, as I continued blowing Fievel’s crouch. Fievel groaned harder, as he sped up his job masturbating my crouch.\nFievel’s penis somehow squirted what I first thought was precum, and then I realized, he peed, while trying to add to our poop mess. I could hear it coming from his body, as I managed to tickle his balls with my right paw. He giggled slightly, as his body gave me a little more precum soon after. I deep throated it a few more times, as my own crouch felt even better. I felt as though there was some wetness down there, as I myself was probably leaking precum. The pungent smell in the back of my throat of Fievel’s poop, seemed to make my system rid itself of a clump, I didn’t know was there. Fievel groaned, sounding like part of it was trying to poop again. I suddenly felt Fievel’s right paw come out from between my thigh and stomach. He replaced it with his left, on my right side, with some fresh poop on it. I admired the warmth of his poop, as he’d been using a mixture of mostly mine when starting. Now he was using some of mine mixed, as I pressed to poop again, wetting down some of the poop. Mah-buddy Fievel farted, as I could taste another short shot of piss. I swallowed it all down, as I enjoyed the salty flavor to it. I took my tongue over Fievel’s penis, massaging the most sensitive parts, sending so many orgasm chills through Fievel, that I could feel it in his paws… as he continued to masturbate me. Fievel groaned long, as I tasted fluids which were too weak for his load yet. It was dribbling almost like the end of taking a piss. As tasteless as it was though, it actually seemed to have a sweet flavor to is. Before I quite tasted more, mah-own body gave me signs, as I knew, I was ready to shoot it into a bunch of poop. I couldn’t tell Fievel though of course, because his crouch was too deep in my mouth.\nSuddenly, Fievel moaned instead of just groaning or grunting, and then he shot a hard load… hitting the back of my throat. I tried to admire the flavor of the next spit, as parts of the third were sloppily dribbling form the sides of my mouth. Soon after, my tail got tingly, and my load was nearly spitting… but an instant before, and not intentionally, I gave Fievel a light shock. I didn’t put him out, but did somehow cause his body to spit some more out, as my own spit twice, three times, four, and then five. My body was hurting in it’s good ways, as I wasn’t even done for sure yet. Fievel was panting, as I let his penis out of my mouth.\n“I luked that’s fum, and thasted gwood.”\nI was mumbling making not a lot of sense, as I was trying to talk with a large portion of Fievel’s cum still in my mouth.\n“You really tasted good Fievel.” I said, as I took a break to swallow the rest.\n“Yeah, wadda time in the penalty box.”\nSaid Fievel, and then giggled.\n“Yeah, we’re in the penalty box for misbehaving, and misbehaving from within the penalty box.”\nI said with a smile. We got ourselves moving, as I left the area first, Fievel reached into the maintenance box, and then grabbed my bowl and his Zippo. I crawled out after him, and then we stood for a little while between the toilet like wood contraptions, with holes underneath for the poop to go into. There. And between the area where we snuck into to poop and piss, ending in us both cumming a large load over our poop. We looked at each other, and then giggled. My lower side was brownish with a mix of Fievel and of my own poop mixed. Fievel’s lower side was nearly as bad as mine, as it was making his fur look darker.\n“Yo in there. We smell poop, we’re turning the hoses on, so you can rinse it off, in the case you got any on yourselves.”\nI was still loving looking at Fievel, as his balls had some on them, as my paws were both dirty with it, having had been playing with Fievel’s balls. We went over to the hoses, and then switched them on.\nFirst, I volunteered to be hosed down, and then Fievel handed me the hose and my herb, along with his lighter. I then rinsed him down well too.\n“What do we say, when done?”\n“Not yet Fievel, turn around.”\nI said.\n“But I did.”\n“Again Fievel, and then I will too, just in case.”\nWe took more turns, as I turned around too. We went over each other several more times, as by this point, we’d sat the bowl and lighter on one of the benches.\n“Alright, we’re done out there.”\nI said. Fievel wrapped up the hose, as I sat on one of the benches. At first, I sat shivering, as it felt chilly… but that wasn’t the weather’s fault. Fievel came and then sat aside of me.\n“Why don’t we go over to where there’s sunshine maybe?”\nHalf suggested Fievel.\n“Ahm yeah, that would be a good idea.”\nI said. We made our way there, so as to allow our drenched wet fur to dry better.\nThe sun felt nice, as us two, ugly looking wet mice, sat on a bench, to take in some sun to dry.\nWe looked just like a pair of soaked cats, nearly literally. The only difference is, is that we’re large size mice… thanks to our Psy-Fi beam, which can enlarge us.\n“I wonder how much time we have Denny?”\n\n“You two have 12 more minutes, but if my nose serves me correctly, something is telling me, that we should keep you in there longer.”\n\n“Ahm, what do you mean?”\nI asked. Fievel brought out the device.\n“It smells like you pooped on the surface, rather then in the holes.”\nThe organizer proclaimed.\n“Ahm, maybe Fievel.”\n\n“Better not think about the Trans-Dimensional-Gate guys, there’s a shield which prevents it from where you are.”\nAnd she wasn’t lying, as we tried it. But… but how, how did they know?\nWe wasted time, chasing each other around, playing tag, as there was little for us to do. Time want decently fast, as they kept us in there for a total of three hours. By then though, we were sitting on the benches bored. We played more sex games, but even that gets old.\n“Well guys, you gonna be Pervs in front of children again?”\nThe lady asked us. We both shook our heads, as we hadn’t meant it in the first place… but at least that part of punishment seemed in the right place. There was more then one reason it truly was too. We both could have been more responsible to at least look around first, rather then just starting. And the pooping where we did, that too is quite naughty. I now was the one holding the device, and then for some dumb reason, I pressed *Random.*\n“What the fuck!?”\n“What is it Denny?”\n“Spooner street? Ohh wait, I know where I am.”\n\n\n\nTo Be Continued.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Please Note;
I did NOT proof read this, so if there's mess ups, I apologize.
Hint To End Hook, It Does NOT Involve A Human Character.
Fievel And Denny - Telling Stoned Stories.
Starring.
Denny as Adult larger Raichu, and nearly Fievel’s size Pikachu.
Fievel Mousekewitz.
Please note, the writer himself has gotten as constipated as in this story. He has even giggled about it, even though it’s really not funny, to downright cry from it.. It is the kind of time, when you are not even surprised when the toilet paper appears like I am getting my period. Lol.
So there’s some warning, as you read this story.
Sitting in my lap, Fievel brought our favorite bowel out. He offered it to me. For a moment, I just sat and looked at him. Fievel pressed the issue, using only his eyes, in a way I did seem to understand. I wanted to say no, but I never could resist that face. I placed the mouth piece into my lips, and then mah-buddy (lover) lit the weed. Pulling in hard, I took a long and strong hit. I allowed it to fill me well, and then let it out. Fievel was correct, I really did wanna smoke some, as I smiled toward the crowd.
“Oh god Fievel, toke a little more.”
“Denny, I’m already high.”
“Smoke, “I said with a smile.
“Yeah okay.” Fievel took a long toke. By this point, Denny and Fievel had had two or three already. “So why did you press me for?-”
“Ahm… Fievel, you started it.”
“Ohh yeah I did.”
“So which story tonight?”
I asked, waiting for my stoner buddy and lover.
“Ahhh, well.-”
“Stoned huh?-”
“Don’t worry, I’ll think of it.” I tilted my head, “the time we were at the pool.”
“Ahm. “being stoned, I had to take a pause. “you mean in the pump room?”
“Ahm, well there was the time also about the wall behind the bathroom, that happened at a pool too.”
Said Fievel.
“Ohh gawds, we really made a mess that time too.”
I said.
“Which one are we telling then?-”
“Ahm, the pump one was actually kind of funny too.”
I said.
“Lets go with that one then Denny.”
“Yeah okay. We were playing with the, the-”
“The enlarging device. We were visiting an area with a large water fountain in Central park. Actually, there were many water fountains, and just one ahm.-”
“Pump room Fievel?-”
“Yeah I think I could have gotten it, but still thanks Denny.”
Said Fievel. I offered him the bowl.
“No Denny, we’re both stoned enough for now I think, as we both keep needing to, to ahh-”
“Finish each others sentences?-”
“Yeah that.” Fievel paused, and then started. “We were playing with it, not paying much attention. Now if you were ever in the sides of certain parts of old Central Park, you would know about the number of trees there are which you can hide behind. Our size wasn’t hiding us very well anymore, as Denny’s furry butt was showing through the trees. We hadn’t an idea that was a big event going on, as Denny and I winked to one and other. We began touching each other, when I heard a kid ask, “Mommy, what’s that Pokémon and mouse doing?”
We had started fooling around, before we realized, we could be seen too easily.
“Ahm, let me explain.” I said, having no way to actually explain myself.
“Ahm Denny, we can’t.”
Said Fievel, as an official organizer came over.
“SO! A real life Pikachu, and an ordinary mouse, and you pervs were gonna do what now!?
There’s children around, have some respect boys!”
Said the organizer. I wanted to dig into my fur, at a spot I had a hideaway pocket, and then grab my bowl out, but then I didn’t.
“Do you wanna tell some?-”
“No Denny, you’re doing well. Wanna toke some?-”
“I’m doing well just now, it might be good to wait.”
I said.
“Remember we smoked in there then.”
“Don’t worry Fievel, I’m getting there.”
The official shoved us in a pump room, which did the job of pumping the water for all fountains. So, so it wasn’t a small area. There was even a section with a ruff over top.
“Now you two stay in there, until we let you out.”
I looked up, and then gave really big Pikachu eyes… like the wide eyes of a pussy, trying to get his or her way.
“Nope, that just bought you 35 more minutes.”
She slammed the door shut, leaving us alone in a large rectangular area of space. There was lots of machinery around, as all electrical ducts were closed up further then I would imagine. We roamed a bit, to find benches over around the area with a roof on it. It was more and more obvious, that this was rebuilt into a penalty box, for those children who misbehave. We weren’t done misbehaving however, as I was soon ready to pull my already filled bowl out. There was around or close to six feet between the benches and the pumps. The roof went over this entire section. It went over parts of the pumps as well. I assumed it was because there were certain exposed parts, which were more difficult to cover. But these parts were probably at the top. The pumps were assorted kind of like desks in a classroom, but they were mostly attached. We had to walk past the rows of them, to get where we were now. Kind of like walking all the way to the right of a classroom, and then walking to the front of the classroom. Around three rows of water pumps at what we’ll call the front of our classroom, type penalty box, had that mentioned roof over it. Light still got in, but not as much. The ground was a mix. This mix was mostly stone, considering few plants would actually grow here. There was more then one hose, which they kept hooked up. But for some reason, neither of them wanted to work for me. It was evident, that they were turned on someplace else by other pipes which were attached to them. The small water fountain did work, but in terms of water, that’s all that really did work.
“That’s enough, they aren’t gonna have us in here sober.”
I said aloud, and then brought out my bowl. I then dug and dug, but my clear blue lighter seemed to be no place in either of my skin like pockets.
“Damn, now we gotta be sober?” *Clicking Noise.* “A Zippo? Where did you get one of those?”
“Remember the town I said I was lost in for a awhile?”
“Some sort of magical like place,, correct?”
“Yep. This lady gave it to me, after giving me a bowl too… I don’t have mine with.”
I smiled,, and then winked. Fievel took the hint, and then worked on lighting it. The Zippo lit the first try, as he lit my fine herb for me. I handed it to him next, as he took more then one long hit too.
I was sure, as we smoked, someone would yell in about our pot smoking… but we didn’t hear a thing.
The only noise we did hear, was the constant hum of the water pumps. This didn’t make my bladder feel any bladder, but at least the weed was taking some extent of the pain away. I soon realized however my bladder wasn’t the only thing bothering me. I placed a paw at my gut, and then looked at Fievel.
Fievel winked, and then placed a paw at his too.
“You gotta poop Denny?”
“Yeah I do, and it feels like it’s kinda backed up a bit.”
I said, as all you could hear besides us was the constant hum of the pumps. It was a good thing we were standing, because that constant hum would sing me right to sleep, if I were laying down. We both took a few more tokes from my weed, as I soon placed my somewhat hot bowl away. It burned me some, but not too bad that I couldn’t stand it. I began looking around, as I wanted… wanted what was it? Maybe someplace to pee?
“Are are you looking for someplace to poop?”
Asked Fievel, as that was it. I was so baked, that I was having problems grasping ideas and concepts. Not that it mattered, as this type a thing, I was getting pretty use to, smoking somewhat regular.
“Yeah Fieve, someplace to poop.”
I said, as I liked, loved pooping at places I shouldn’t. the other room smelled of pee, as we searched. The penalty box was built with places to go, if you had to go. The place for solids was just a hole in the ground.
I would probably have a good memory for this later, as I and Fievel roamed for a place inside of here to be bad. Inside the penalty box, and being bad… it actually was giving me an arousal in a way. Inside this little building for misbehaving in the first place, and then misbehaving more inside of it yet. Around the edges of what I believed to be the emergency bathroom section, were some sort of scented stones. They didn’t make the scent go away when inside of them, but outside they really did a job. I looked across the way, and then spotted pump like parts which appeared more like toilet bowls. There was room between them, where I could let some of my poop. I really didn’t wanna go here, as it was where they wanted us to go. I walked over to them, as Fievel followed. There was a small section slightly beyond there yet, which if we climbed, we could get inside of. It was only like two or three feet maximum size, maybe four.
But.
But Fievel and I liked misbehaving in small places, as outside of here wasn’t actually six feet, but closer to eight or nine. That’s from pumps to walls. We gladly wedged ourselves into this small space, as I placed one leg over Fievel, and one under him.
“Ready my brown mouse buddy.”
“Ready odd colored mouse.”
Said Fievel, as it was our fun way we picked on each other from time to time. Yellow colored mice?
We wedged our feet against the pump parts, and then pressed ourselves up enough to give us room to poop on the floor. I grabbed at Fievel’s little bulge, encouraging his naughty bits to come out. He reached out, and then done the same.
“Misbehaving in the penalty box, this was such a great idea.”
Said Fievel, as he encourage my bits to get hard.
“Pooping Fievey.”
I said, knowing it disturbed him slightly to call him that.
“Ehh, I am pooping Pikachu.”
Fievel said with a smile. I pressed and grunted, as I felt warm pain from my anus. I pissed slightly, as Fievel pulled my crouch toward himself, wanting to feel it’s warmth and wetness.
Fievel peed a little soon after, as I wanted the same, as well as tasting some of his salty piss… if I could get it over all of my fur, and into my mouth. I could smell the pungent scent of Fievel’s poop, as I tried to press more out myself. Soon, my poop felt as though is was pressing against me, as we were only off the ground mostly enough to give us room to poop. But at better look, I realized, it was actually Fievel’s poop. I reached my yellow paw beneath me, and then realized, I was so constipated, that I barely got out a single large clump. Fievel had gotten out enough, that it was pressing against my anus.
“Wow there yellow mouse, haven problems?”
“Yeah, maybe a toke, if I can managed after us pissing on each other.”
Remarkably, my folded skin kept things dry enough, that I could still light my pot.
I still had Fievel’s Zippo, which has a marijuana leaf upon it. I toked hard, and then handed mah-buddy Fievel both.
Unseen to me, Fievel opened a little cabinet like space just behind him. It was a maintenance cabinet to part of one of the pumps. Good find, as it was a good place to stick our pot for the time being. I pressed some more, as Fievel went and stuck his paws down there.
“Stoned and scat play… sounds like fun.”
I said, as I felt the pain of my constipated poop coming out, but it seemed to not bother me one bit… almost like the pain was being felt but just somewhere else. It was actually getting arousing, as I let myself piss. As close as Fievel already had himself to those parts of me, gushing my poop in his paws… he drank some of my yellow fluid.
“Ohh yellow mousey, your pee tastes so good.”
Said Fievel.
“Lets ahm, ta-take turns in, in.”
“You want to taste my pee too?”
Asked Fievel, as I was now slightly too stoned again, to manage to complete my own sentences.
“Ohhh yes Fievey.”
I said, as I knew it slightly bothered him. He moved to give me room, as I saw there was a slight bit of my blood mixed with my poop. It didn’t seem to bother me though, as I bent down to taste Fievel’s pee.
He pissed, as I tasted most of what came from his body. I became aware that my naughty bits were erect, as I drank. I also soon placed my paws at Fievel’s anus, having to reach over his hips… but I managed to reach him, as I placed his crouch all the way in my mouth. I soon become lost blowing Fievel’s crouch, as I suddenly really wanted to taste his sweet sweet cum.
“Eh, I don’t gotta pe=pee any-longer.”
I ignored him, and kept blowing his bits, allowing his penis to go part way into my throat.
“Oh garbel gibble do.”
Fievel was groaning, trying to speak, unable to make any sense.
Fievel somehow managed to lean forward, as he did, we both hit the floor. As we did, it made a gross goosing sound, as we landed into each others poop. He also managed to get a poopy paw to my penis, as I sucked his crouch. My pungent poop felt really good against my bits, as he masturbated my penis. Animals can do such amazing things, as if humans tried to do this, they would probably brake their back.
I suddenly became aware that Fievel’s crouch went in too far, and then began to choke. Fievel noticed in good timing, and somehow gave me just enough room to release his crouch for a breath. But not out of my mouth, just enough room for a breath only. Mah-bladder felt as though it had fluids in it yet, so I released some. I could taste fluid on Fievel’s tip suddenly, but this wasn’t his peak yet. No, this was precum, as I continued blowing Fievel’s crouch. Fievel groaned harder, as he sped up his job masturbating my crouch.
Fievel’s penis somehow squirted what I first thought was precum, and then I realized, he peed, while trying to add to our poop mess. I could hear it coming from his body, as I managed to tickle his balls with my right paw. He giggled slightly, as his body gave me a little more precum soon after. I deep throated it a few more times, as my own crouch felt even better. I felt as though there was some wetness down there, as I myself was probably leaking precum. The pungent smell in the back of my throat of Fievel’s poop, seemed to make my system rid itself of a clump, I didn’t know was there. Fievel groaned, sounding like part of it was trying to poop again. I suddenly felt Fievel’s right paw come out from between my thigh and stomach. He replaced it with his left, on my right side, with some fresh poop on it. I admired the warmth of his poop, as he’d been using a mixture of mostly mine when starting. Now he was using some of mine mixed, as I pressed to poop again, wetting down some of the poop. Mah-buddy Fievel farted, as I could taste another short shot of piss. I swallowed it all down, as I enjoyed the salty flavor to it. I took my tongue over Fievel’s penis, massaging the most sensitive parts, sending so many orgasm chills through Fievel, that I could feel it in his paws… as he continued to masturbate me. Fievel groaned long, as I tasted fluids which were too weak for his load yet. It was dribbling almost like the end of taking a piss. As tasteless as it was though, it actually seemed to have a sweet flavor to is. Before I quite tasted more, mah-own body gave me signs, as I knew, I was ready to shoot it into a bunch of poop. I couldn’t tell Fievel though of course, because his crouch was too deep in my mouth.
Suddenly, Fievel moaned instead of just groaning or grunting, and then he shot a hard load… hitting the back of my throat. I tried to admire the flavor of the next spit, as parts of the third were sloppily dribbling form the sides of my mouth. Soon after, my tail got tingly, and my load was nearly spitting… but an instant before, and not intentionally, I gave Fievel a light shock. I didn’t put him out, but did somehow cause his body to spit some more out, as my own spit twice, three times, four, and then five. My body was hurting in it’s good ways, as I wasn’t even done for sure yet. Fievel was panting, as I let his penis out of my mouth.
“I luked that’s fum, and thasted gwood.”
I was mumbling making not a lot of sense, as I was trying to talk with a large portion of Fievel’s cum still in my mouth.
“You really tasted good Fievel.” I said, as I took a break to swallow the rest.
“Yeah, wadda time in the penalty box.”
Said Fievel, and then giggled.
“Yeah, we’re in the penalty box for misbehaving, and misbehaving from within the penalty box.”
I said with a smile. We got ourselves moving, as I left the area first, Fievel reached into the maintenance box, and then grabbed my bowl and his Zippo. I crawled out after him, and then we stood for a little while between the toilet like wood contraptions, with holes underneath for the poop to go into. There. And between the area where we snuck into to poop and piss, ending in us both cumming a large load over our poop. We looked at each other, and then giggled. My lower side was brownish with a mix of Fievel and of my own poop mixed. Fievel’s lower side was nearly as bad as mine, as it was making his fur look darker.
“Yo in there. We smell poop, we’re turning the hoses on, so you can rinse it off, in the case you got any on yourselves.”
I was still loving looking at Fievel, as his balls had some on them, as my paws were both dirty with it, having had been playing with Fievel’s balls. We went over to the hoses, and then switched them on.
First, I volunteered to be hosed down, and then Fievel handed me the hose and my herb, along with his lighter. I then rinsed him down well too.
“What do we say, when done?”
“Not yet Fievel, turn around.”
I said.
“But I did.”
“Again Fievel, and then I will too, just in case.”
We took more turns, as I turned around too. We went over each other several more times, as by this point, we’d sat the bowl and lighter on one of the benches.
“Alright, we’re done out there.”
I said. Fievel wrapped up the hose, as I sat on one of the benches. At first, I sat shivering, as it felt chilly… but that wasn’t the weather’s fault. Fievel came and then sat aside of me.
“Why don’t we go over to where there’s sunshine maybe?”
Half suggested Fievel.
“Ahm yeah, that would be a good idea.”
I said. We made our way there, so as to allow our drenched wet fur to dry better.
The sun felt nice, as us two, ugly looking wet mice, sat on a bench, to take in some sun to dry.
We looked just like a pair of soaked cats, nearly literally. The only difference is, is that we’re large size mice… thanks to our Psy-Fi beam, which can enlarge us.
“I wonder how much time we have Denny?”
“You two have 12 more minutes, but if my nose serves me correctly, something is telling me, that we should keep you in there longer.”
“Ahm, what do you mean?”
I asked. Fievel brought out the device.
“It smells like you pooped on the surface, rather then in the holes.”
The organizer proclaimed.
“Ahm, maybe Fievel.”
“Better not think about the Trans-Dimensional-Gate guys, there’s a shield which prevents it from where you are.”
And she wasn’t lying, as we tried it. But… but how, how did they know?
We wasted time, chasing each other around, playing tag, as there was little for us to do. Time want decently fast, as they kept us in there for a total of three hours. By then though, we were sitting on the benches bored. We played more sex games, but even that gets old.
“Well guys, you gonna be Pervs in front of children again?”
The lady asked us. We both shook our heads, as we hadn’t meant it in the first place… but at least that part of punishment seemed in the right place. There was more then one reason it truly was too. We both could have been more responsible to at least look around first, rather then just starting. And the pooping where we did, that too is quite naughty. I now was the one holding the device, and then for some dumb reason, I pressed *Random.*
“What the fuck!?”
“What is it Denny?”
“Spooner street? Ohh wait, I know where I am.”
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