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  1. DuckTales, Woo-Hoo This is the yaoi version of the fanfic. The non-yaoi version is also here.https://archiveofourown.org/works/19379098 Dressed in his Kilt; Scrooge McDuck gets a disturbing call from Flintheart Glomgold, while the Beagle Boys makes a plan to invade his vault. But Scrooge never had the chance to use the bathroom when all of this happens. Can Scrooge be able to protect his money bin, and make it to the bathroom? If you want to get a visual of Scrooge in his kilt, the episodes are "The Curse of Castle McDuck" or "Once Upon a Dime" But you'll find image-samples below the fanfic. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- DuckTales Episode: The Desperate McDuck (Yaoi Version) On a hot day in late-morning; Scrooge McDuck has done some paperwork while his kids play outside. Scrooge drank his 3rd glass of water. Feeling better from the thirst the hot weather gave him. “My sir, you must have been very thirsty.” Said Duckworth, bringing in the 4th glass of water. “I know, the weather has been rather hot.” Said Scrooge, grabbing the 4th glass of water. He was about to drink it when suddenly…. “Uncle Scrooge!” came a voice of Dewey, all of a sudden. This made Scrooge spill the water all over his usual blue suit. “Dewey!, haven’t you ever learn to knock before you come in?” Said Scrooge, feeling wet from the water. “Sorry Uncle.” Said Dewey, as he then accompanied by Huey, Louie, and Webby. “Urgh, now I have to change me clothes.” Said Scrooge, walking to his bedroom. After closing the door, he said to himself “And I know just what to wear.” Scrooge digger through his drawers, and took out his favorite kilt. He took off his wet business clothes and puts on his kilt and green spats. (Like the one he wore in “Once Upon a Dime” and “The Curse of Castle McDuck”) There’s the knock on his door with Duckworth asking behind the door “Do you still want another glass of water sir?” “Let me finish changin’ by clothes first.” Said Scrooge. Then he approached from his bedroom, saying “It’s refreshing for me to wear this for today.” “Nice skirt sir.” Said Duckworth “It’s a Kilt.” Said Scrooge, annoyed that not many people understood his culture. 5 Minutes later after Scrooge finished his 4th glass of water; Duckworth brought Scrooge a phone. “Sir, a phone call from Mr. Glomgold.” Said Duckworth “Tell him I’m not home.” Said Scrooge McDuck, not in a mood to talk to his arch-nemesis. “He said he’s not home sir.” Said Duckworth to Glomgold through the phone, which made Scrooge facepalmed the way Duckworth said it. “Ok, I’ll tell him.” Said Duckworth, before turning to Scrooge saying “It’s about your brother-in-law. Mr. Gladstone Gander. He’s said that he’s hired to work for Mr. Glomgold.” “What?!, curse me kilts! I’ll have to have a word with Gladstone about Flintheart, wouldn’t want him to have any good luck.” Said Scrooge, standing up and preparing his things. “But didn’t you say that it’s all superstition?” Asked Duckworth “Of course it’s superstition, I don’t believe in luck. But I wouldn’t want any chances to go to Glomgold. Now prepare my car.” Said Scrooge. After a few minutes; Duckworth prepared a car for Scrooge. “Where are you going Uncle Scrooge?” Asked Huey. “I’m going to deal with Glomgold, business matters.” Said Scrooge “Can we come with you?” Asked Dewey “Nay, you might get bored there. You kids mind the house.” Said Scrooge as he gets into the car. But before the car drives away; Scrooge looks to Mrs. Beakley and tells her. “Call Fenton Crackshell to come in early, I’ll need him to recount me money.” “Will Do.” Said Mrs. Beakley, as the car started driving away from McDuck Manor. About 10-15 minutes later; Scrooge and Duckworth arrived at Glomgold Manor. It was at that time his begins to feel a small ache in his bladder, but decided to ignore it and try to get to the bottom of this deal. Scrooge lets himself inside the manor to find Gladstone Gander talking to Flintheart Glomgold. “Ah, Mr. McDuck. How nice of you to join us.” Said Glomgold, pretending to be polite. Scrooge ignoring Flintheart’s greetings and focused on Gladstone saying “What is the meaning of this?” “Well Scrooge, my recent days were not as lucky as I hoped. So I thought I could get luckier if I get a job, and Mr. Glomgold gave me a job.” Said Gladstone “Since when did you get so unlucky?” Asked Scrooge “I don’t know. Maybe I was expecting too much.” Said Gladstone “I’m sure you wouldn’t hire him if he asked to work for you.” Said Glomgold “Neither would you Glomgold, and why would you hire Gladstone?” Asked Scrooge “Why else? He’s a lucky lad. And I could use some luck.” Said Glomgold “This is all superstitious nonsense.” Said Scrooge, getting irritated by Glomgold’s answer. “Nah, you’re just afraid I could become the #1 Richest duck in a world. And I will be.” Said Glomgold “Not if I can say something about that, Glomgold!” Said Scrooge “Oh Yeah?” Asked Glomgold “Yeah!” Said Scrooge Gladstone started to numb his mind as the two richest ducks continued on bickering about their finances and Gladstone’s job. Meanwhile; The Beagle Boys approached the Money Bin, with a new plan formulated. “Alright Megabyte, let’s see how you can hack into their machinery.” Said Bigtime “This will only take a few minutes.” Said Megabyte, holding a controller switch he made himself. He started pushing some buttons for one minute. And then the next minute; Many of the booby-traps were exposed and were set on without them invading the Money Bin. Soon afterwards, the traps were set to offline. Making the passage to the Money Bin safe. “The traps are off, let’s go.” Said Bigtime “Oh I hope they have some food in there.” Said Burger , hungry all of the sudden. “You’ll get some food as soon as we rob this joint.” Said Bigtime. The Beagle Boys pulled out their weapons, and begun to invade the Money Bin. “Oh no, it’s the Beagle Boys!” Said the secretary in panic. “Quick, sound the alarm!” Said one of the guards. They also tried to call Scrooge’s home number, but they were informed that he isn’t home. Scrooge and Flintheart has been arguing for over 20 minutes, much to Gladstone’s annoyance. He basically wondered around waiting for the argument to die down. Glomgold’s butler came in saying “Sir, a phone call from Mrs. Beakley?” “Tell him I’m in a middle of discussing business with Scrooge.” Said Glomgold “He said it’s an emergency.” Said Glomgold’s butler “An emergency from Duckworth, let me answer it.” Said Scrooge, grabbing the phone out of the butler’s hand and answering “Yes, what is it Beakley?” “The Beagle Boys has invaded your Money Bin. And they managed to set off your traps.” Said Beakley through the phone. “What?! Call Fenton Crackshell! Tell him to get his suit and come to the money bin as soon as he can. And Hurry!” Said Scrooge, now in panic mode. Then hung up. “Hey! I’m not finished with you yet.” Said Glomgold “This discussion is over Glomgold. And Gladstone…..” Scrooge approached Gladstone to give him a warning look and said “….Don’t ever work with Glomgold. I’ll tell you later.” “Ok Scrooge, but it’s not a promise.” Said Gladstone, unsure of his decision yet. Glomgold smirked and said “Looks like I just got lucky Scrooge. Thanks to Gladstone, your money bin has been hacked, and the Beagle Boys will get away with your loot.” Then Glomgold laughed “Not if I get there first.” Said Scrooge, determined to keep his Money Bin safe. Scrooge soon darted out of Glomgold’s mansion, approached his car with Duckworth in it. “To the Money Bin Duckworth, and hurry.” Said Scrooge “Right away sir.” Said Duckworth, as he then proceeded to drive away from Glomgold’s mansion. Unfortunately, they ran into traffic half-way through Duckburg. Leaving Scrooge and Duckworth no choice but to wait while stopping and going constantly. “Ooooh, Bless me Bagpipes. If we don’t get there soon enough, the Beagle Boys will get ahold of my money.” Scrooge wined. But the money bin is not the only thing that worried Scrooge. He crossed his legs as he sat nervously in the car, hoping to get to the bathroom once they solve the issue with the Beagle Boys. All of this stop-go-stop-go is making it worse for Scrooge’s bladder. Made Scrooge’s legs crossed even tighter as he fidgeted a little. ‘Should have gone to the bathroom before dealing with Glomgold, shouldn’t have even gone there in a first place.’ Scrooge thought to himself, regretting the situation. It took about 30 minutes for Scrooge and Duckworth to finally make it to the Money Bin. Scrooge looked around asking “Where’s GizmoDuck? Beakley said she’ll call him to come as soon as possible.“ “I’ll try to reach him sir.” Said Duckworth, picking up the portable phone. “I’m going in to the vault. I hope the Beagle Boys isn’t there yet.” Said Scrooge, as he proceeded to the backside containing the secret entrance with a code only Scrooge knew about. After sprinting through the secret entryway, Scrooge managed to reach to his main office right by the vault. Luckily, the vault turns out to be safe as soon as Scrooge unlocked the vault to make sure the Beagle Boys didn’t make it in. Scrooge then looked out to see if he could possibly reach the bathroom from the main door, only to find that the Beagle Boys are close by, and are about to approach his office. “Curse me Kilt!” Said Scrooge, as he closed and locked the door. Then rushed in to the vault of his money. He closed the door and locked the vault from the inside. Leaving himself inside the vault to guard his money. “Oooh, I hope GizmoDuck gets here quick.” Said Scrooge to himself, unsure how long he can keep the Beagle Boys away from the vault, and how long he can hold his bladder. Outside of Scrooge’s Mansion; Fenton Crackshell arrived. But Mrs. Beakley approached him and told him everything going on in the Money Bin. “Yipes, I better get my Giz…..I mean security.” Said Fenton, then went back to the car to find…..he left his GizmoDuck suit back at his mom’s trailer home. “Oh no, I better get back. Oh Blathering Blatherskite!” Then Fenton drove back home to fetch for the suit. The Beagle Boys busted into Scrooge’s office, not knowing that Scrooge is inside the vault. “Alright boys, time to get the loot.” Said Bigtime, then looked to Megabyte and said “Can you get this to open?” “There’s a lot of locking mechanism installed in this vault. May take me a while.” Said Megabyte “Well we won’t have much time. GizmoDuck could be there any minute.” Said Bigtime. Megabyte proceeded to puzzle with his hacking ability to the vault of Scrooge’s money. Behind the vault; Scrooge stood by his pile of money, determined to remain in the vault no matter what happens. But Scrooge felt a heavy twinge in his bladder, causing him to hold his crotch through his kilt. “I’ve never had to pee so bad before, and this is terrible timing.” Scrooge muttered as he looked nervously to his locked vault. “Come on Fenton, where the hell are you?” After 20 minutes of driving back to his mother’s trailer; Fenton grabbed a hold of his GizmoDuck suit. “Blathering Blatherskite!” Said Fenton, getting on the GizmoDuck suit. Now as GizmoDuck; he flies over towards the money bin. “This may take longer than expected” Said Megabyte, having a hard time getting the vault door to open. “Well hurry up will you!” Said Bigtime Behind the vault….. “Hurry up GizmoDuck, I really need to pee.” Scrooge muttered before he moaned in pain, with both his hands between his legs, grabbing his crotch through his kilt. After about 5 more minutes; Megabyte managed to unlock the vault. “Bingo!” Said Megabyte “Good, time to….” Bigtime was cut off by the sudden appearance of GizmoDuck. “Hold it right there! You’re under arrest!” Said GizmoDuck Behind the vault….. “About Bloody time” Said Scrooge silently, but doing a little potty-dance on his own money. “Oh yeah, eat this!” Said Burger, throwing an object that hit GizmoDuck’s face, causing him to spin around uncontrollably. Causing a shake in Scrooge’s office, and the Beagle Boys to duck-in-cover. The shake in Scrooge’s Bin caused Scrooge to lose his balance a little. Scrooge then felt a leak escape onto his kilt. “Ah!” Scrooge grabbed his crotch, trying to prevent the leak. He sworn he felt a drop down right onto his money. “Curse me Kilts, I almost peed my own money! If GizmoDuck doesn’t get the Beagle Boys out of here soon, I’m going to have a serious accident.” Scrooge cried to himself. “Quick, get to the vault!” Shouted Bigtime. Burger opened the door to the vault, but before he could walk inside; he was suddenly pulled back by GizmoDuck’s grappling hook. “Sorry boys, but no loot for you today.” Said GizmoDuck, after he regained control and used his controls to pull all of the Beagle Boys away from the office. Forcing the Beagle Boys out of the office and straight down to the police. “Alright boys, party is over. You’re all under arrest.” Said an officer “Ah man, we were so close.” Said Bigtime, not happy about the outcome. Seeing that the vault door is opened, Scrooge carefully climbed up to the ladder, hoping that he could make it to the bathroom in time. Upon the view of his now-messy office; Scrooge sees that GizmoDuck has gotten rid of the Beagle Boys. With only GizmoDuck standing between the office, and the way to the bathroom. “Ah, hello Scrooge. Your money is now safe. You won’t have to worry about…” GizmoDuck was cut off by Scrooge trying to pass by him all of the sudden. “Move, Move! Let me through!” Scrooge yelled as he timidly squeezes his way pass GizmoDuck, keeping his hands down his crotch. He then darted for the bathroom. Until he noticed the bathroom is blocked by one of his desks that was accidentally thrown during the battle. “GizmoDuck! Move that desk out of there this instant!” Said Scrooge, feeling like he’s ready to pee any moment. “What’ the matter Scrooge?” Asked GizmoDuck “Just move the desk! I need to…..AAahhh, No! NO!” Scrooge then shivered and went wide-eyed. His bladder exploded. Scrooge began to feel pee running down his legs, reaching down onto his favorite spats. He held his crotch to try to stop the leak, but it was no use. A wet patch started to spread on the crotch of his kilt, dampening his kilt and his hands holding the kilt. “Oh my” Said GizmoDuck, seeing his boss peeing his kilt. He didn’t see this one coming. Scrooge feels relieved, but humiliated with GizmoDuck watching him pee his kilt. He could only stand there now and finish peeing himself, soaking his legs and his spats. After a minute when he finished peeing, he looked down. He couldn’t believe it, he wet himself. A duck over 60 years of age actually peed himself. “Bless Me Bagpipes” Scrooge cried a little GizmoDuck switched back to Fenton Crackshell and felt nervous of what Scrooge would do next. Fenton couldn’t help but feel that it’s his fault Scrooge didn’t make it to the bathroom. “Oh Scrooge, I’m….I’m so sorry, I’ll..I’ll….I’ll get you a towel. And I’ll make sure nobody sees you like this.” Said Fenton, unsure if Scrooge is going to yell at him, fire him, beat him with the cane. Fenton didn’t want to wait and find out, he’d rather try to be as helpful as he can. Scrooge only stood there in the puddle of his own urine. He remember his previous accidents back when he was younger, but it’s been a long time when he last wet himself. Now realizing he’s in a hallway, he moved back to the office. Not caring if he’s leaving trails of urine dripping from his kilt. He then looked around his office, still a mess. Scrooge felt that this day has brought to him lots of trouble, but sure is glad to see that his money is safe again. Fenton returned to Scrooge and said “Here’s a towel.” “Fenton” Said Scrooge in a serious tone, “Look, it’s my fault. I should have moved that desk when you told me to. I…” Fenton tries to explain “Fenton” Said Scrooge again “I’ll do whatever you want. Just please don’t fire me, please!” Fenton wined a little “Fenton!” Said Scrooge, finally getting Fenton silent enough to listen. Then Scrooge added “I’m not going to fire you.” “You’re….You’re not?” Asked Fenton “It’s not your fault laddie, you didn’t know I had to pee so badly.” Said Scrooge, approaching Fenton and putting a hand on his shoulder. “But, it is my fault. I should have brought the GizmoDuck suit to begin with, I wasn’t too prepared.” Said Fenton, then covered his mouth, realizing he didn’t need to tell Scrooge that part. Scrooge then gave him a stern look at first, then said “Well, since you put it that way. Then it is your fault. And therefore…..” Scrooge thought over for a minute, making Fenton very nervous. Then Scrooge made up his mind and said “And therefore, I now forbid you bathroom privileges for a week. As both an accountant and GizmoDuck, you will not be allowed to go to the bathroom. If you ever need to pee, tough luck. I would suggest you buy yourself some diapers.” Fenton looked to Scrooge in awe. He expected many kinds of punishments, but this one……Fenton didn’t know how to react at first. But felt embarrassed at the idea of wearing a diaper to work. Fenton was about to interject “Well Scrooge, I’m not so sure if I could….” “Unless you’d rather lose your job.” Said Scrooge “Alright, alright. I won’t go to the bathroom during work hours for a week.” Fenton confirmed, but then questioned “But do I have to wear a diaper to work?” “I would recommend it, but that’s up to you. But no bathrooms.” Said Scrooge “I think I can hold it long enough during work hours.” Said Fenton “It’ll be a lot of hours ya know. Don’t get too confident.” Said Scrooge “I think I can do it.” Said Fenton. “Good” Said Scrooge, crossing his arms. Then said “And another thing….” “Yes?” Asked Fenton “You’re going to clean me up.” Said Scrooge “Sure thing, I’ll….what?” Fenton just realized what Scrooge said. Scrooge approached closer to Fenton, beak-by-beak, and said “You are to let me into the bathroom you blocked, and you are going to make sure I’m cleaned up. It is your fault after all, so this is your mess.” Scrooge pointed down to his urine-filled legs and kilt. “You mean you want me to…but that wasn’t in the job description.” Said Fenton, his face shade of red. “It is now. Because I’m your boss. Now unless you rather get fired, I suggest you escort me to the bathroom.” Said Scrooge, his eyes much closer to Fenton’s. Fenton swallowed, then said “Ok, I’ll…I’ll do it. Blathering Blatherskite” Then Fenton becomes Gizmoduck and finally moved the desk that was in the way. “Off your suit and come with me.” Said Scrooge, walking into the bathroom. Fenton got off the GizmoDuck suit followed Scrooge to the bathroom. Scrooge thought to himself ‘Boy, Fenton sure looks cute when he’s all embarrassed’ After closing the bathroom door, Fenton faced Scrooge and asked “So, how do I start?” “Just minute.” Said Scrooge, unbuckling the kilt he peed on. Took it off and threw it to Fenton saying “When we’re done with this, I would like it dry-cleaned.” Fenton couldn’t believe he’s touching Scrooge’s wet kilt. The urine of his crush in contact with his bare hands. Usually he’d be disgusted, but he just couldn’t help the feel of it. Nevertheless; Fenton puts the kilt aside and turns to Scrooge now kilt-less. Scrooge also took off his spats, and tossed it towards where Fenton placed the kilt. Then grabbed for a cloth and soap nearby and handed them to Fenton saying “Now, clean me up.” Fenton looked down to Scrooge’s bare legs, still wet of urine. Fenton slowly kneeled down to his knees, then grabbed Scrooge’s left leg. Then puts the cloth on Scrooge’s left knee, and started washing up and down the leg. Scrooge shivered a little, feeling the refreshing liquid cleaning up his urine. As much as he hoped to get cleaned up, Scrooge couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of Fenton’s blushing face. He always wanted to see Fenton’s reaction when asked to do something unusual like this. He would expect Fenton to try to walk out in embarrassment. But Fenton just swallowed and continue washing Scrooge’s left leg. Getting his hand and cloth up around Scrooge’s foot, his ankles, his calves, his knee, and his thigh. Then back down to Scrooge’s left foot. The cloth tickled Scrooge a little when reaching down to the soles of Scrooge’s webbed-feet. “C-Careful lad, I’m ticklish.” Said Scrooge, but feeling amazed that Fenton is handling this. Then Fenton started on Scrooge’s right leg, same way as his left leg. Fenton couldn’t help but move his bare hand around Scrooge’s leg, while wiping it with his clothed hand. He’s never felt this much touch on his own boss he has a crush on. When having the cloth on the top of Scrooge’s right foot, Fenton couldn’t help but press his free hand firmly on the bottom of Scrooge’s foot. His fingers pressed firmly between the soles, causing Scrooge to moan a little. Which made Fenton stop. “Oh, sorry. Did that hurt?” Said Fenton “Not at all Fenton. In fact, I could use a foot massage while you’re at this.” Said Scrooge, holding his foot closer to Fenton. Fenton stared at Scrooge’s feet for the moment, then proceeded to massage the feet. This helped making Scrooge feel more and more better, distracting his mind away from the accident he had recently. Scrooge felt amazed at how well Fenton is doing massaging his feet. The soles, the heals, and his webbed-toes. Having a foot massage from his accountant is becoming one of the best feelings he hasn’t had in a long time. Scrooge also felt that the best part is that he no longer has to worry about paying for a massage therapist, he has his favorite accountant to do it for free. Fenton also seemed to enjoy feeling Scrooge’s legs and feet so much, he felt turned on. His mind so focused on massaging and cleaning Scrooge’s legs so much, he forgets he now has a visible erection. This catches Scrooge a little by surprise, seeing Fenton’s dick visible. “Um, Fenton?” said Scrooge, raising his eyebrow “Yeah boss?” Asked Fenton Scrooge only pointed towards Fenton’s crotch, alerting him of what’s going on. This made Fenton freak a little, blushing red in face while timidly covering his crotch saying “Oh dear oh dear oh dar, so sorry boss. I got carried away.” “Hehe, indeed you did lad. Surprised you’re into this kind of stuff.” Said Scrooge, looking understanding at first, but then cleared his throat and added “But I don’t want any of my employees to get horny during business hours. It would distract them from their duties. That goes for you Fenton” “Right, sorry about that. I’ll try to focus to finish cleaning you up.” Said Fenton “That’s easier said than done. You will need to be relieved.” Said Scrooge Fenton’s eyed widened in fear and said “Relieved, you mean dismissed?” Said Fenton Scrooge facepalmed and said “No No you nitwit. I mean you need to be relieved from your horny thoughts. You can’t just wait it out for your dick to be limp, you need to let it out.” Fenton couldn’t help but lowered his head in a deep blush. Then timidly said “Ok Boss, maybe I’ll just masturbate when I’m done cleaning you up.” “It’ll be better if you do it now.” Said Scrooge “Now? In front of you?” Asked Fenton, not believing what Scrooge is saying “We have lots of work to do when we’re done with this. Time is money. And I want your full focus on your job. You understand?” Said Scrooge, treating the masturbating circumstance as if it’s a natural thing. “O..Ok…..Anything you S-Say.” Said Fenton timidly. He then puts his hand on his erected dick, and was about to stroke it……only to be stopped by Scrooge’s foot on Fenton’s shoulder. “You still have to finish cleaning me up to.” Said Scrooge, keeping in mind of his legs still full of soap-water. Fenton seemed puzzled about this. Scrooge wants him to clean up, and masturbate at the same time. But Scrooge noticed the confusion and puts his hand on Fenton’s chin to lift his face up to see Scrooge telling him “Perhaps it’ll be easier if I do it for you. Stand up.” “Wh…What do you mean Mr. McDuck?” Asked Fenton, standing up. With Scrooge sitting down, he placed both of his feet on Fenton’s erected dick. “S..Scrooge! I…..” Fenton freaked when Scrooge touched his dick “You still have your hands to finished cleaning me up. Try to do it as best you can lad.” Said Scrooge, before stroking Fenton’s dick with both feet. Giving Fenton a footjob. Fenton couldn’t help but moan at this sensational feeling Scrooge is giving to him. But also kept his focus as much as he can on Scrooge’s legs that’s now easy to reach. So he then begins drying up Scrooge’s legs, trying to bear with the legs moving a little while the footjob makes him feel good. Scrooge still feels amazed to see his accountant put up with all of this. Drying the legs while getting jerked off by his own boss, that’s got to be a challenge he expected nobody else could handle. Fenton managed to get both of Scrooge’s legs all cleaned and dried up, hoping deep down that Scrooge doesn’t stop masturbating Fenton’s dick with his feet. “When you’re done with me legs, put the towel on meself. Incase you cum.” Said Scrooge “Ooooh, I think I’m getting a little close already.” Fenton moaned, as he does indeed feel his climax starting to build up. But he managed to keep hold of the towel, placing it on Scrooge’s chest where Fenton’s own dick points to. After placing the towel on Scrooge, Fenton couldn’t get himself to move back. His body leaning close to Scrooge’s body, his head close to Scrooge’s head. Scrooge kept up with the footjob on Fenton, now with the stroke going faster. Causing Fenton to moaned a little louder. “Not too loud Fenton.” Said Scrooge, putting his arms on Fenton to keep him steady as he rubs his feet hard on Fenton’s dick The climax gets closer and closer for Fenton “Oh oh, Scrooge. I can’t hold it, I’m going to cum. I’m going to…..AHH” Fenton came, squirting semen onto Scrooge’s towel. His seed escaping Fenton’s dick as Fenton leaned his head down to Scrooge’s neck, feeling the cheeks touching. Scrooge held him steady as he sees Fenton’s dick squirting to the towel that’s protecting Scrooge’s upper chest. “Thataboy Fenton, thataboy.” Said Scrooge, giving Fenton a pat on the back. He doesn’t even mind feeling Fenton’s cheek. After a moment of climax; Fenton breathed heavily as he lifts his head to Scrooge saying “That was….That was……Great.” “Glad you’re handling this well Fenton.” Said Scrooge, feeling a little proud of his accountant. But then stood up and said “But now we got that out of the way, we should get back to work. You still have to wash my kilt and spats.” Fenton frowned and looked down, wondering if Scrooge has any sort of love for him. Then looked over to the spats and kilt tossed aside. While Scrooge’s straightens out, he asked “Tell me Fenton, were you thinking of anyone when you got horny?” “Well no I….Yes. I was thinking of someone I have a crush on” Said Fenton, twirling his fingers. “Oh really, who might that be?” Asked Scrooge, getting himself ready to walk out the door “You” Said Fenton, being honest but nervous. This stop Scrooge’s track, getting Scrooge to look back at Fenton with an expression like he’s surprised. “Me? You mean it was me you were thinking of?” Asked Scrooge “I….I…” Fenton couldn’t finish, as he just approached Scrooge with a hug saying “I can’t help it. I have a crush on you Scrooge. Please don’t be mad.” Scrooge only stood there, feeling the tenderness he never felt before from any younger man that’s not related. Scrooge removed himself from the hug, looked to Fenton and said “Look Fenton, I’m flattered you feel this way about me.“ Fenton could only look at Scrooge, not knowing if he’s in trouble or what. Scrooge confirmed “I can’t say that I feel the same about you Fenton. I’m ok with you being gay, but I can’t promise any relationships.” Fenton frowned again after that response, until Scrooge gives Fenton a kiss on the cheek. “But I’m not married. And I could be bisexual too. Just don’t expect us to do any relationships.” Said Scrooge Fenton still feels cheered up, and places his own kiss to Scrooge’s forehead. “Thank you Scrooge.” Said Fenton “Don’t mention it, now let’s get back to work.” Said Scrooge, as he and Fenton walks out the bathroom to deal with the mess around the hall. Scrooge turned to face Fenton one more time saying “Don’t forget, no bathroom privileges for a week during business hours. Understood?” “Yes Mr. Duck. No bathrooms for me.” Said Fenton, feeling confident……..for now. End of an Omorashi Episode Woo-Hoo This is the yaoi version of the fanfic. The non-yaoi version is also here.
  2. A/N: just some trash for BBB because this is my fuckin ship and I'm a mess, this was supposed to go up on patreon first but I decided to go ahead and post it lmao Zapp decides that even if this isn’t the perfect way to weaken his boss enough to take him out, it will at least be a hilarious prank to pull. He really isn’t sure where this will end up going, but once he has the idea in his head, he can’t get it out until he’s tried it, and so, he manages to secure a diuretic, and fairly easily, as well. Well, there are a lot of things you can get easily these days, especially when you have weird connections, and Zapp Renfro is in no shortage of those. The plan has to be executed very carefully, as he has to get through Gilbert, who would not be an easy opponent if he were caught in the process. He has never been particularly good at stealth, but this is important, and he manages to be sneaky, he manages to get his timing just right, spiking tea freshly made for Klaus without the butler, or anyone else, noticing that he does it. From that point on, all he can do is wait for it to take effect, and hope that he at least gets something out of this, whether it’s just a few laughs or a chance to defeat him, he isn’t picky. Zapp relaxes on the couch, lounging as he always does when there isn’t work for him to do, as others filter in and out of the office. Klaus drinks his tea, completely unaware that there is anything amiss, losing himself in a game and completely dead to the world while he plays. Really, it’s kind of boring to start out with, and Zapp has to try not to be impatient, which is difficult for someone like him. Whatever the payoff may be, it can be hard for anything to be worth a wait in his eyes. It isn’t until Klaus first shifts in his seat that Zapp is able to tell that it’s working, and even then, it’s a small movement, probably imperceptible to anyone who isn’t used to watching him closely, or expecting him to start to show any signs of discomfort. But to Zapp, it’s clear, and makes it a bit more worth the wait, as he continues to watch for any more slight signs of discomfort, any more indicators that Klaus is starting to feel the effects. It is still a bit of time before it really becomes noticeable, and by then, it is just the three of them in the room- Klaus, Zapp, and Gilbert, so quiet that he might as well not be there at all. Not long after that, Gilbert excuses himself to clean up around the rest of the office, and once he’s left the room, Zapp is free to observe Klaus for as long as he wants. Time drags on, and the movements of his boss become more obvious. Klaus is still focused on his game, so much so that Zapp thinks he might have forgotten that he isn’t quite alone yet. So it’s only natural that his struggle becomes more noticeable, and as he squirms more shamelessly, Zapp wonders why he doesn’t just go to the bathroom already. Is his game that immersive, or is it impossible to walk away at this point? Is he just being stubborn, or has he not even noticed that he’s getting desperate yet? The latter seems impossible, since Zapp is sure that no one would be able to completely shut out the throbbing of their bladder once it got to the point Klaus must be at by now. He must just be that stubborn, which really doesn’t come as much of a surprise. But even his iron will can’t protect him from the inevitable, which means he will have to give up at some point, and now, Zapp is a little frustrated at how long that is taking. He isn’t quite able to explain the irritation welling up in him as he watches Klaus fidget and squirm, but even for the sake of some game, he can’t understand why he would make things more difficult, rather than giving up already. Except...except irritation feels like a strange word for it, now that he thinks about it. There’s a discomfort, making it rather hard for him to sit still, though it isn’t for the same reason that Klaus is struggling. There is a frustration building up, a heat in his lower stomach that, if he didn’t know any better he might mistake for...for… Oh, shit. Zapp has done all that he can to dodge a revelation like this, but it’s become so difficult since meeting Klaus. Still, his attraction to the other man was so easy to bury beneath admiration that he buried beneath rivalry, and now all that work has come to nothing, all because of some stupid prank that’s lead to him discovering a new kink, on top of everything else. He can tell that it’s getting harder and harder for Klaus to hold out, and it’s turning him on so much he can barely take it. Now, he isn’t so amused by his little prank, and he wonders if he should just leave now, and forget all about it. But he isn’t sure he could forget it if he tried, and he always gets so damn impulsive whenever he’s horny. There is a part of him that knows he shouldn’t do this, but he doesn’t listen to that part of him, as he rises from the couch, crossing the room quickly. Klaus looks up, surprised, and Zapp supposes he really did forget that he wasn’t alone in the room. “Z-Zapp?” “That game really that important to you?” he asks with a smirk, wedging himself between Klaus and the desk. “You’ve been waiting for so long.” “I-I didn’t...I was…” But it doesn’t seem like Klaus can think of anything to say. He goes tense as Zapp climbs onto his lap, straddling him before reason can win out. “Well? You left yourself wide open, you know.” Even as he says it, he knows it’s a weak excuse. For one, if he really believed this were the right time to launch an attack, he would have by now; for another, he knows damn well that Klaus would have dealt with him with no difficulty, even in this condition. In fact, he doesn’t have to let Zapp climb all over him like this, but he doesn’t move at all. That is when Zapp can feel it, something so unbelievable that if he weren’t right on top of him, he would never think it possible. But it’s true; Klaus is getting hard just having Zapp in his lap, which means that this reckless decision was the right one to make. “What, ya think giving yourself a boner will help keep you from pissing yourself?” Zapp teases, and he can see that Klaus is blushing now. “That...wasn’t intentional,” he replies, and Zapp bites his lip. He knew that already, but damn, it’s nice to hear Klaus admit it out loud. “I don’t really know what I’m...doing.” “Yeah, that makes two of us,” Zapp confesses, “but I bet I’ve at least got a little bit of an idea.” He tilts his hips forward, and Klaus groans, squirming. “That’s adding...a lot of pressure, I’m not sure how much longer I can…” “Too hard to just let it out?” “No, I...well, I could, but I…” That’s when Zapp kisses him, hard and forceful, and though Klaus is a little clueless at first, it doesn’t take him long to learn from example. Beneath him, Zapp can feel the other man’s erection start to relax only to come back, and he isn’t sure if Klaus is trying to let himself relax so that he can let go, or if he’s now consciously trying to keep it up so that he won’t lose control. Zapp does not make it easier on him either way, applying more pressure to his bladder and he grinds against his lap. In the end, it’s easy to tell what wins out, when Klaus groans into the kiss, his erection softening again, before a warmth spreads across his lap. With how Zapp is positioned his own pants are soaked through in no time, and it’s a strange sensation, but it’s nice, it’s really fucking nice, and he caused this, and it may have started as a prank, but, fuck, is he glad that he did this. And, yeah, definitely one of the weirder things he’s done this week, and definitely not his proudest boner, but in the moment, he can’t be bothered to care about any of that stuff. Feeling Klaus basically piss on him, as a result of pissing himself, has him so turned on that he has to fight to keep from making his own mess. This is already shameful enough for him; he doesn’t want to add that to the list. When it’s over and their soaked clothes start to grow cold, Zapp finally breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against Klaus’, and while the other man struggles to catch his breath, Zapp asks, “So? What now?” “Give me a moment, I just need to…” He’s been idle for some time, and there’s a warning on the screen urging him to make a move before he’s kicked from the game. The timer is low, so Zapp assumes that he’s reaching around him to make his move quickly, and that he’ll want to finish up before they can do anything. It’s frustrating, and just when Zapp is thinking about telling him that he doesn’t want to wait anymore, he does it. Rather than continuing, Klaus chooses to surrender.
  3. Premise: An alpha of unspecified gender is making their male omega hold his pee all through their sexual activity. The omega really has to go but he is really into his alpha dominating him and torturing his poor little bladder, so he submits.... All you need to know about this variation of omegaverse is that male omegas have a vaginal opening between their penis and anus. Instead of testicles, they have kind of a large, fleshy vulva area, a bit more pronounced than a real world female vulva. Female alphas (if that's what you read the alpha as) have an anatomy that typically resembles women in real life, but they're a bit taller, and when aroused, their clitorises extend to penetrate- and because they're alphas, they're BIG and they can knot. Male alphas (again, if that's what you read the alpha as) are your standard omegaverse male alphas. Big dicks, knotting and whatnot. >>> "Just keep sucking" The omega did as his alpha commanded from his kneeling position. His bladder ached for relief but nonetheless, he continued to service his alphas hard, pulsating length. With his hands, he squeezed on his own little omega cock through his pants between his legs, fidgeting as he did so. He was trying to ease his dire need to piss. Despite his desperation though, he was awfully aroused. His opening was throbbing and wet, while his dick was stiff between his fingers. "Just like that.." the alpha let out a low moan as they began to move their hips back and forth, dominating their omegas mouth and throat, "take my cock..." After several minutes of thrusting, pleasure, growing arousal and an increasing need for bladder relief, the alpha pulled out entirely and stepped back. "Stay," they commanded with a sadistic smirk. The omega whimpered but obeyed, as he squeezed himself tighter. The pair was outdoors, in a rather secluded area. They were on a camping trip to get some alone time. Stepping back just a few feet, the alpha adjusted their clothing appropriately before letting out a powerful stream of hot piss. It was the early evening and the weather was cool, so you could even see steam coming from it. The alpha moaned in relief and pleasure as they continued their extremely long and hard piss, greatly teasing their omega who wasn't yet allowed to set free his own stream. The alpha was still very much erect and even had the tiniest hint of a knot forming. The omega wondered if he was in for a good, hard fuck after this. As much as he desperately had to go, his arousal was strong and ever growing, and he was hopeful to have it relieved by his alpha. His question was answered as soon as the alphas stream finally started to die down. Kicking their pants away completely and quickly removing the rest of their clothes, the alpha was quick to get their omega on his back, quickly removing his clothes also, hungry to be inside of him. The omega was panting, both with arousal, and the dire need to let go of his pee. The hands squeezing his penis were replaced by just one of his alphas. They just squeezed the tip between their thumb and forefinger to keep his straining urethra from leaking out any fluid. With one hard thrust, the alphas huge cock was all the way inside their omegas dripping wet opening. The omega gasped in shock at how sudden it was. The alpha, still pinching his tip, leaned down to suckle his neck as he began thrusting back forth, quickly picking up pace. The omegas bladder could hardly take the pressure of being fucked. His alpha pressing their body down into his wasn't helping, nor was the increase in speed and their growing knot; but as much as it hurt, it felt incredible. The more his alpha thrust into him, the more he needed to be filled with their knot, and with their hot cum; but GOD did he desperately need to release his bladder! The pressure of what was happening was already agony; being stuffed full with a swollen alpha knot and filled with their cum was a terrifying thought, and right now, there was nothing this omega wanted more. >>> So this is what I've written of this so far. I wrote it originally a few years ago when I was really into omegaverse- I do still enjoy it; I was just more into it back then after first discovering it. Its funny though, because this story takes place between a male omega and an alpha of unspecified gender when usually, I'm more into f/f stuff. Anyway though, I remembered this story and decided to have a go at rewriting it, because I've started writing again, which is something I haven't done in a while. Specifically, I want to start doing erotic short stories. I think it would be really cool to make little digital books out of them, with some accompanying artwork, and with my background in graphic design, I can lay them out to look really nice as well. I'm not a particularly great writer, but I'm certainly not bad, and I think they would make some good editions to my Etsy store 😁 hehe Anyway, what do you guys think of this one so far? I'm also working on a piece where a forty year old psychologist tries to spice up her sex life by joining an anonymous sex club and encounters a younger woman who gives her the best orgasms she's ever experienced- it's actually turning out to be longer and have more exposition than I was originally planning, but I'm enjoying it nonetheless- that ones not an omo piece though hehe
  4. Yo guys, im finally back, and i can draw you some of your requests! if you want a full colored and shaded pic you can commission me by dms. •I never tried male desperation, but i wanna try to draw it, so ask if you want uwu •if you want a background just tell me •I never tried full nudity, so same as the male desperation. •For requests i will only draw a sketch and a quick lineart like this 👇👇👇
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    A personal favorite classic series of mine.. revived! What was previously only 9 chapters has now been continued thanks to one kind soul: https://resurrectedscans.wordpress.com/category/asuka-hybrid/ Unfortunately, some of the newer scans were in really low resolution, so I've taken the liberty of providing upscaled versions of the scans as well as the originals for those who prefer them. The upscales were rendred in the highest quality possible, but due to the way the new chapters are released (see the above link) there will be some variation in quality. Either way, enjoy the continued Asuka Hybrid series!

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  6. This story was written by me when I was 14-15. I published it on Wattpad around late 2015. When I was 16 I decided to unpublish it on Wattpad for personal reasons, but now about 3 years later I was looking through my Wattpad account and stumbled upon It labeled as "Draft". So I just decided to share the story here. The story does contain Yaoi and has many erotic themes so please be aware. I also changed quite a few parts in the story, cause they made me cringe too much xD hopefully I was able to make it more mature with the erotic themes than the original version. If anyone ever wants to read the original please feel free to PM me. Also the main characters in this fan fic are between the ages of 18-20. Not pre-teens as they are in the real manga/anime. ANYWAYS HOPE YOU ENJOY :3 "I'm going to be late!" Cecil said while getting dressed for the 1st day of Noble school. He already graduated high school. why has there be a extra school for nobles like me? As he was trying to figure that out, he totally forgets to use the bathroom. Cecil finally left the Phantomhive Manor and made his way to the school. When Cecil got there he was greeted by the math teacher Sebastian and sat down in the seat farthest away from Alois. Half way through the class Cecil began to notice his bladder in its fullest and remembered he hasn't released its contents in his bladder in more than 12 hours. "Sebastian? May I go to the bathroom?" said Cecil while starting to kick his legs. "No my lord, you must wait until lunch." he said while eyeing Alois who was laughing at Cecil's desperation.' 30 Minutes later Sebastian let us out 10 minutes late as he forgot the time. Cecil went to go get his lunch. While in line he was moving his legs around, holding his crotch. He couldn't keep still. When it was finally time to get his lunch. he grabbed it, paid the nice lunch lady and made his way to his usual spot in the cafeteria. He gobbled his food down and threw it away. He only had 2 more minutes to get to Mr. Claude's Class and he didn't accept tardiness so he just went on ahead to class. half way through class he felt a small spurt come out and leaked onto his underwear. "Oh no!" Cecil said to himself while grabbing himself like a small child. He managed to get it under control before any more leaked out. "Claude, may I go to the bathroom?" said Cecil while kicking his legs and grabbing his crotch. "No, wait until after class" said Claude. "Please Claude, its an emergency." Said Cecil while a long spurt leaked out and formed a small wet spot on his pants. "Fine, you may go." Said Claude while getting angry at Cecil. While Cecil was getting up from his seat, yet another spurt leaked out of his pants, and this time, it was unstoppable. Everyone in the class watched in horror as Cecil's underwear started overflowing with pee and his pants got darker. His cheeks began to glow a bright red as pee gushed out of his penis and wet his pants. A large puddle on the floor formed under him. Cecil has just wet himself in from of Alois & all of the other nobles. Even Claude. Alois, feeling pity for the young earl, decided to be nice for once. "Cecil...I'll walk you to the bathroom" Alois said with a discreet but turned on face. While Alois was escorting Cecil to the bathroom to get cleaned up, the entire walk Cecil was thinking to himself. "Why would he look at me like that? I'm so confused." When they both walked into the restroom, Alois couldn't bare being alone with Cecil. "He's just so cute how he is right now. I just don't think I can possibly hate him now?" Alois would say under his breath. Alois finally decided to make the first move, While Cecil was about to begin the process of removing is soiled clothes, Alois moved in behind him and hugged him from the back, giving him light kisses on the back of his neck. Before long, Alois and Cecil started to kiss each other on the lips. They both continued to make out in the boy's bathroom in their Noble school. The two boys were both giving each other hickeys, giving each other cuddles, both nobles started to develop a growing bulge around their crotch area, Cecil was still wearing his soiled pants and underwear minus his shirt, while Alois also had his shirt off. Alois still felt bad about Cecil having an accident in class and wanted to help Cecil in some way to help him get over his recent embarrassment. "Cecil, I have a question I need to ask you." Alois said in between the 15-20second kisses. "What's up?" Cecil said while looking surprised. "I first got a confession to make. Alois said with a serious look on his face. "I have a some sort of a pee fetish.....you made me really turned on when you wet yourself in front of our entire class!" "DUH!" Cecil said with arrogance. "What other reason you would of taken me for yourself? But don't worry my cute lil boy, watching other people wet themselves kinda gives me a hard on too..." "ANYWAYSSS let's get to the question part. Alois said nervously. "I'm actually willing to wet myself right here in front of you, so you don't feel left out. Hopefully it will make you feel less embarrassed. Annnd….I'm kinda desperate." Once Cecil heard that, his eyes grew wider and his bulge a little bigger. "I mean if you insist.." Cecil said excitedly. "You're very lucky this time, if we weren't at this stupid school right now, I would definitely make you hold it until you got really really desperate." A big evilish smirk grew on Cecil's face. Alois was going to have a big accident in his pants in the boy's bathroom at his school in front of his former enemy now turned FWB. Alois and Cecil never thought their day would turn out like this. Cecil watched Alois as he started to quiet down and get still. Alois always had fantasies about this, and now it's becoming a reality! And with a cute Noble boy too. Alois finally started to relax a bit, trying to focus on running waterfalls and such. Alois is a little pee shy, So he sat still for about a minute, focusing on releasing the dam that hes been holding for quite a while now. At first, it started out as little spurts leaking out, only enough to dampen his underwear. Before you knew it, the dam broke and he started to forcefully pee uncontrollably into his pants. Cecil stared at Alois in awe while Alois stood there, unable to move. His pants started to grow darker and darker, and kept on growing, even was able to reach his butt, Alois starts to moan as he continues to forcefully pee into his pants. A large yellow puddle formed under Alois as he continued. After another 30 seconds, Alois finally was finished peeing. Alois was now fully drenched from the waist down. Cecil was really turned on by now, even Alois could tell just by looking at him. Alois could easily spot Cecil's bulge from where he was standing on the opposite side of the bathroom. The only reason Cecil was not standing closer to Alois was the puddle was just so huge! But finally Cecil started to walk over to Alois, Cecil didn't really care at all that Alois was soaked in pee. He got real close to Alois, he started to undo Alois's pants, once they were undone, Cecil slowly rubbed his fingers on the outside of Alois's soaked underwear on the areas surrounding his dick. Alois knew he was teasing him, it made him really turned on. Cecil aggressively threw himself on top of Alois and started to repeatedly grind him. Cecil was able to get his hand into Alois's underwear and started to give him a handjob, while Alois's hand found itself groping Cecil's tight ass that was still damp from his accident earlier. They continued this for another 5 minutes until they were able to make each other both cum. After they were both able to cum, they both gave each other a passionate kiss on the lips.. "I think it's time to actually clean up." Cecil said as he was finally putting on some dry clothes. "You right about that. We got a huge mess to clean up before a teacher notices all this. I know they would definitely kill us!" Alois said a little nervously. After that day, Alois & Cecil became the best of "friends" throughout the rest of their lives. THE END :3
  7. Title: Let Go Rating: Hard-R for squick and kink? No sex in here, though. Type: Yaoi Pairings: Elricest Warnings: Omorashi (desperation/wetting), humiliation, incest. A/N: Written for a prompt at the LiveJournal FMA kink meme. ~~~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~~~ Alphonse bit down hard on his lip, trying to sneak out of bed as quietly as possible. Just inches away from him was Edward, still sleeping soundly, peacefully, not a care in the world. That is, unless Al woke him up. But poor Alphonse was trying his best to keep one hand pressed between his legs while he inched forward off the edge of the bed while not jiggling the mattress too much and not making it squeak and-- “Damnit,” he squeaked out in a tiny voice, having to pause and catch his breath, glancing over his shoulder when he heard his brother roll over. Even if Ed was asleep and couldn't see him, it was still humiliating. Al should have woken up sooner, and not just on the verge of wetting the bed. Wouldn't that have been wonderful to wake up to, wet sheets between him and his brother--his brother and his partner. His cheeks flushed darker at the thought and he pushed the imagined horrors out of his mind, finally getting to his feet and groaning as the ache in his bladder grew worse. Alphonse mentally cursed gravity; what good was it for? Keeping him on the ground, maybe. Stopping their belongings from floating off at any given moment, probably. Making the slow shuffle across his bedroom floor any easier, most definitely not. Once Al was out of the bedroom, he heaved a quiet sigh and pulled the door partway shut. Hopefully any noises wouldn't bother Edward now, he was generally a heavy sleeper. He just had to make it down the hallway and he'd be fine. The bathroom was right there. Right there. But taking that first proper step rather than continuing to shuffle and hobble like he'd been doing before was definitely a mistake. Al's muscles contracted and he squeaked, hunched over slightly in pain. “No, no!” he hissed, panting. After a few deep breaths, Al was sure that he had control of himself. A firmer press against his pajama pants reassured him that he hadn't leaked at all--thank God, he'd never forgive himself--, but the pain was still there, the urge hadn't lessened at all. So, he couldn't walk fast, he had to limp a bit. That was alright, the bathroom was still right there. It wasn't like he had miles to go, he could reach the door in just a few steps and he'd be-- Alphonse froze, feeling two arms--one felt so cold through his shirt, metallic--wrap slowly around his chest in a loose hug. “You okay, Al?” Ed mumbled, his voice soft and still holding traces of sleep. “Not like you to be up so late.” Al chewed his bottom lip and swallowed down a whine. “I-I'm fine, Brother,” he said. “Why're you up?” Edward asked. He started to nuzzle the back of Al's neck, rubbing against the soft, short hairs there. It tickled the younger blond, making a shiver run up his spine. He clenched his jaw and had to tense his body and hold his muscles tighter. When Ed felt his brother stiffen, he quirked a brow, starting to take more notice of his movements and reactions. “A-Ah...” Alphonse started, his voice suddenly dropping to a barely audible volume. The distant ticking of the clock out in the kitchen could be heard louder than Al's nervous whispering. “I-I have to... If you could let go of me...” he murmured, nodding toward the bathroom door, rather than outright saying it. Edward's eyes flickered lazily up to where Al nodded. Then he saw Al's slow fidgeting, took into account his tense muscles. And a slow, wicked grin spread over his lips. It had been ages since he'd had any real fun with his little brother. “How badly?” Edward asked in a calm voice. His hands slipped down Al's chest to rest over his stomach. He barely suppressed a shiver when he felt the edge of Alphonse's swollen bladder there, even without applying any pressure. That itself was answer enough to his question, but he wanted to hear it from his brother's lips, he needed to hear the trembling, shamed words. “B-Brother, please,” the younger said, his voice hardly a whisper. He knew that tone behind Ed's voice, he recognized it from when they were younger. Nothing good or fun had ever happened to him when Ed got like that... “Does it hurt?” Edward wasn't going to make this easy... Could he pull away, move Ed's hands and break free without losing his concentration? Or would he end up wetting himself in the process? Al breathed out a quiet noise and reached down. Gentle tugs on his brother's automail proved useless; Edward had a firm, but gentle hold around his abdomen. “It's nearly morning, Al,” Ed continued. Alphonse could hear the smirk behind his words. “And you went to bed so early last night. You must be so... close...” he whispered the last words into Al's ear, making his brother tremble and whine, nearly losing it right then and there. It would feel so amazing, the relief, but he couldn't, especially not with Edward right behind him. “E-Ed, Edward... Please, just let me... Right there,” Alphonse said, his eyes locked on the bathroom door. His voice was a little louder this time, but no less weak or strained. For a moment, it seemed as if Edward was pulling his hands away from Alphonse. But then he slid them down a bit further and pushed down on his belly, just a little. Al cried out and pressed both hands into his groin, grabbing at his cock through his pants and trying to fight back the inevitable. Tears dotted the corners of his eyes and his cheeks flushed red in humiliation, but he'd managed to avoid any damage but the smallest of leaks, just a few small droplets. “Please, don't!” he panted, pulling his legs tighter together, anything to help now. Ed's fingers rubbed slow circles over Alphonse's body, threatening to bear down and cause more pain and distress at any moment. It was bad enough to make the younger blond's bladder ache and spasm randomly, his body in fear of what it knew was coming again soon. The fact that he could see the bathroom, could see the toilet through a crack in the open door was only adding to Al's pain and desperation. It was maddening. “I wonder,” Edward whispered, “if I move your hand away, will it all just come out?” That made Al groan. He grasped himself tighter and tried to stave off another leak, but it was no use. This time, it made it through the fabric of his pajama pants, though just barely. There was the smallest of damp spots after he cut off the flow, panting and shaking from the effort, and he looked nothing short of horrified. “I bet you wouldn't even make it to the bathroom if I let go of you now,” Edward taunted, resting his chin on Al's shoulder and gazing down the hallway. His flesh hand slipped down, idly rubbing over the wet spot on Al's pants and making the poor boy clench up even more. “Look how far that is. You're barely standing under your own weight now, you'll never make it, little brother.” “N-No, I will, just let me go!” Alphonse shouted, actually trying force his way out of Ed's arms now. After one more slow, lingering press on his brother's stomach, the elder Elric dropped his arms to his sides and simply watched. Alphonse was still for a moment, then let out a soft breath of a whimper, relieved that he was free. There might have been a 'Thank you' somewhere in there, but it was hard to tell. Al was still leaking slowly, small spurts with each cautious step that he took--he'd been dripping and leaking since he'd first lost control and that wet patch had formed on his clothing--and he was getting closer and closer to... he didn't even want to think about it. Just a few more steps... He'd be alright. Even if the ache and spasms were getting worse, he'd be fine. Suddenly, Alphonse's eyes opened wide and he fell to his knees, both hands still jammed in between his legs. Hissing breaths were forced into his lungs through gritted teeth, his whole body shook visibly with the force of him holding back from letting go. Finally, a whimper slipped past his lips and the dark patch on his pajamas grew darker, slowly at first, but then quicker. Al's face was a mix of shame and relief, but mostly the latter. Nothing could taint the almost orgasmic feeling that washed over him when it finally got to be too much and his muscles gave out, letting everything just flow out. Moments later--Minutes? Seconds? He had no idea how much time had passed.--, Alphonse was left absolutely soaked and sitting atop an embarrassingly large puddle that spread out under and around him on the hardwood floor of their hallway. Edward was leaning against one of the walls, grinning and just looking down at him, clearly aroused by what he'd just seen. With a blush on his cheeks, Al glanced over his shoulder at his brother. He was going to get back at him for that; in bed. ~~~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~~~ My first and only attempt at writing omorashi outside of some RP. I wrote this back in April 2010, so it's kinda old. /o\ Hope you guys like it~ Comments are love! :D ♥
  8. This is a repost from the main fiction forum. A fic I wrote many years ago. Title: Let Go Rating: Hard-R for squick and kink? No sex in here, though. Type: Yaoi Pairings: Elricest Warnings: Omorashi (desperation/wetting), humiliation, incest. A/N: Written for a prompt at the LiveJournal FMA kink meme. ~~~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~~~ Alphonse bit down hard on his lip, trying to sneak out of bed as quietly as possible. Just inches away from him was Edward, still sleeping soundly, peacefully, not a care in the world. That is, unless Al woke him up. But poor Alphonse was trying his best to keep one hand pressed between his legs while he inched forward off the edge of the bed while not jiggling the mattress too much and not making it squeak and-- “Damnit,” he squeaked out in a tiny voice, having to pause and catch his breath, glancing over his shoulder when he heard his brother roll over. Even if Ed was asleep and couldn't see him, it was still humiliating. Al should have woken up sooner, and not just on the verge of wetting the bed. Wouldn't that have been wonderful to wake up to, wet sheets between him and his brother--his brother and his partner. His cheeks flushed darker at the thought and he pushed the imagined horrors out of his mind, finally getting to his feet and groaning as the ache in his bladder grew worse. Alphonse mentally cursed gravity; what good was it for? Keeping him on the ground, maybe. Stopping their belongings from floating off at any given moment, probably. Making the slow shuffle across his bedroom floor any easier, most definitely not. Once Al was out of the bedroom, he heaved a quiet sigh and pulled the door partway shut. Hopefully any noises wouldn't bother Edward now, he was generally a heavy sleeper. He just had to make it down the hallway and he'd be fine. The bathroom was right there. Right there. But taking that first proper step rather than continuing to shuffle and hobble like he'd been doing before was definitely a mistake. Al's muscles contracted and he squeaked, hunched over slightly in pain. “No, no!” he hissed, panting. After a few deep breaths, Al was sure that he had control of himself. A firmer press against his pajama pants reassured him that he hadn't leaked at all--thank God, he'd never forgive himself--, but the pain was still there, the urge hadn't lessened at all. So, he couldn't walk fast, he had to limp a bit. That was alright, the bathroom was still right there. It wasn't like he had miles to go, he could reach the door in just a few steps and he'd be-- Alphonse froze, feeling two arms--one felt so cold through his shirt, metallic--wrap slowly around his chest in a loose hug. “You okay, Al?” Ed mumbled, his voice soft and still holding traces of sleep. “Not like you to be up so late.” Al chewed his bottom lip and swallowed down a whine. “I-I'm fine, Brother,” he said. “Why're you up?” Edward asked. He started to nuzzle the back of Al's neck, rubbing against the soft, short hairs there. It tickled the younger blond, making a shiver run up his spine. He clenched his jaw and had to tense his body and hold his muscles tighter. When Ed felt his brother stiffen, he quirked a brow, starting to take more notice of his movements and reactions. “A-Ah...” Alphonse started, his voice suddenly dropping to a barely audible volume. The distant ticking of the clock out in the kitchen could be heard louder than Al's nervous whispering. “I-I have to... If you could let go of me...” he murmured, nodding toward the bathroom door, rather than outright saying it. Edward's eyes flickered lazily up to where Al nodded. Then he saw Al's slow fidgeting, took into account his tense muscles. And a slow, wicked grin spread over his lips. It had been ages since he'd had any real fun with his little brother. “How badly?” Edward asked in a calm voice. His hands slipped down Al's chest to rest over his stomach. He barely suppressed a shiver when he felt the edge of Alphonse's swollen bladder there, even without applying any pressure. That itself was answer enough to his question, but he wanted to hear it from his brother's lips, he needed to hear the trembling, shamed words. “B-Brother, please,” the younger said, his voice hardly a whisper. He knew that tone behind Ed's voice, he recognized it from when they were younger. Nothing good or fun had ever happened to him when Ed got like that... “Does it hurt?” Edward wasn't going to make this easy... Could he pull away, move Ed's hands and break free without losing his concentration? Or would he end up wetting himself in the process? Al breathed out a quiet noise and reached down. Gentle tugs on his brother's automail proved useless; Edward had a firm, but gentle hold around his abdomen. “It's nearly morning, Al,” Ed continued. Alphonse could hear the smirk behind his words. “And you went to bed so early last night. You must be so... close...” he whispered the last words into Al's ear, making his brother tremble and whine, nearly losing it right then and there. It would feel so amazing, the relief, but he couldn't, especially not with Edward right behind him. “E-Ed, Edward... Please, just let me... Right there,” Alphonse said, his eyes locked on the bathroom door. His voice was a little louder this time, but no less weak or strained. For a moment, it seemed as if Edward was pulling his hands away from Alphonse. But then he slid them down a bit further and pushed down on his belly, just a little. Al cried out and pressed both hands into his groin, grabbing at his cock through his pants and trying to fight back the inevitable. Tears dotted the corners of his eyes and his cheeks flushed red in humiliation, but he'd managed to avoid any damage but the smallest of leaks, just a few small droplets. “Please, don't!” he panted, pulling his legs tighter together, anything to help now. Ed's fingers rubbed slow circles over Alphonse's body, threatening to bear down and cause more pain and distress at any moment. It was bad enough to make the younger blond's bladder ache and spasm randomly, his body in fear of what it knew was coming again soon. The fact that he could see the bathroom, could see the toilet through a crack in the open door was only adding to Al's pain and desperation. It was maddening. “I wonder,” Edward whispered, “if I move your hand away, will it all just come out?” That made Al groan. He grasped himself tighter and tried to stave off another leak, but it was no use. This time, it made it through the fabric of his pajama pants, though just barely. There was the smallest of damp spots after he cut off the flow, panting and shaking from the effort, and he looked nothing short of horrified. “I bet you wouldn't even make it to the bathroom if I let go of you now,” Edward taunted, resting his chin on Al's shoulder and gazing down the hallway. His flesh hand slipped down, idly rubbing over the wet spot on Al's pants and making the poor boy clench up even more. “Look how far that is. You're barely standing under your own weight now, you'll never make it, little brother.” “N-No, I will, just let me go!” Alphonse shouted, actually trying force his way out of Ed's arms now. After one more slow, lingering press on his brother's stomach, the elder Elric dropped his arms to his sides and simply watched. Alphonse was still for a moment, then let out a soft breath of a whimper, relieved that he was free. There might have been a 'Thank you' somewhere in there, but it was hard to tell. Al was still leaking slowly, small spurts with each cautious step that he took--he'd been dripping and leaking since he'd first lost control and that wet patch had formed on his clothing--and he was getting closer and closer to... he didn't even want to think about it. Just a few more steps... He'd be alright. Even if the ache and spasms were getting worse, he'd be fine. Suddenly, Alphonse's eyes opened wide and he fell to his knees, both hands still jammed in between his legs. Hissing breaths were forced into his lungs through gritted teeth, his whole body shook visibly with the force of him holding back from letting go. Finally, a whimper slipped past his lips and the dark patch on his pajamas grew darker, slowly at first, but then quicker. Al's face was a mix of shame and relief, but mostly the latter. Nothing could taint the almost orgasmic feeling that washed over him when it finally got to be too much and his muscles gave out, letting everything just flow out. Moments later--Minutes? Seconds? He had no idea how much time had passed.--, Alphonse was left absolutely soaked and sitting atop an embarrassingly large puddle that spread out under and around him on the hardwood floor of their hallway. Edward was leaning against one of the walls, grinning and just looking down at him, clearly aroused by what he'd just seen. With a blush on his cheeks, Al glanced over his shoulder at his brother. He was going to get back at him for that; in bed.
  9. Thorn177

    Omorashi!!! on Ice

    Just a little scene I just wrote for fun. Don't know if there are any Yuuri!!! on Ice fans around here, but have a cute little Yuuri/Victor omo ficlet anyway. It had not gone well. And little wonder, given the fact that the moment he stepped out on the ice, Yuuri discovered that he really, really had to pee. How are you supposed to do a quadruple toe loop when you’re desperate for the toilet? Let alone a salchow or flip. Yuuri fumbled with his skates the moment he got off the ice, hands shaking. The kiss and cry was a no go. He had to run right now if he was going to make it in time. ‘Yuuri?’ Victor’s voice called, but he didn’t have time to listen. He ran. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’ The nearest bathroom wasn’t far, but he had to stop twice along the way to cross his legs and grab himself through his costume. Luckily, no one was watching. He made it inside, locked the door, began to fumble with his costume, and . . . ‘No! Shit . . .’ He had no way of stopping it, and he moaned pathetically as his pee came out, soaking his costume. Yuuri had never felt so ashamed in his life. Here he was, a grown-ass skating champion, pissing himself because he failed to make it to the bathroom on time. Skating had probably made it more difficult to hold it. He slid to the floor and sobbed. There came a knock on the door. ‘Yuuri?’ Victor’s voice was filled with concern. ‘Yuuri, are you okay?’ ‘I . . . I’m fine!’ Yuuri knew he didn’t sound especially convincing as his voice cracked. ‘Just . . . go away!’ ‘Are you sick?’ ‘Y—no, I’m . . . yes, I’m . . .’ Shit. ‘Let me in, Yuuri.’ ‘No. Just go away.’ ‘Are you upset because it didn’t go well?’ Yuuri almost laughed. If only Victor knew. ‘No. Yes. Just . . . please.’ It came out as barely a whisper. ‘Please just go.’ He heard Victor sigh. ‘No. I refuse to go when you’re in there by yourself feeling like crap. Just let me in so I can help you. Okay? If you won’t let me in as your coach, at least let me in as your boyfriend.’ Yuuri closed his eyes. It was hard to argue with Victor when he sounded like that, so earnest and sincere and loving. Finally, he stood on shaky legs and unlocked the door. It opened at once, and Victor stepped inside, closing and locking it behind him. ‘Yuuri, what—?’ He frowned. Looked at Yuuri and then down on the floor where a puddle had formed. ‘Oh dear.’ Yuuri couldn’t look at him. ‘I’m gross,’ he mumbled. ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘You had to pee that badly? That’s why it went so poorly out there?’ ‘. . . yes.’ Yuuri felt tears sting his eyes. ‘I ruined the costume, too . . .’ Victor shook his head. ‘It can be dry-cleaned.’ He sighed. ‘Okay, I’ll go get you some dry clothes. I’ll be right back.’ Yuuri locked the door behind Victor and, for lack of anything better to do, sat down on the toilet and hugged himself. What now? Was Victor disgusted with him? He should be. Yuuri felt mortified, but he knew that Victor would have had to see it in the end regardless, or he would have been stuck in this bathroom forever. A few minutes later, there was another knock. ‘Yuuri? It’s me.’ Yuuri unlocked the door again, and Victor entered, locking the door again behind him. He carried a bag, and set it down away from the puddle on the floor. ‘Sorry,’ Yuuri muttered. ‘I should clean that up.’ ‘It’s okay,’ said Victor. ‘I’ll clean it. You just get changed. I brought a towel, so you can clean up a little.’ Yuuri started to undress. Even though he and Victor were frequently naked together, he still turned his back. He pulled off the sopping wet leotard, swallowing back a sob. It was just so embarrassing. He turned to the sink, soaking a wad of paper towels so he could clean his crotch and legs. He noticed to his chagrin that the touch made him half hard, in spite of everything. Yuuri dried himself with the towel. He heard Victor go up to the sink to rinse something and glanced sideways. He’d brought a rag, which was now soaked in urine. ‘Fuck,’ Yuuri mumbled, pulling on clean underwear. ‘This sucks . . .’ ‘Don’t worry about it, lyubimiy. It happens.’ ‘Not to skating champions in their twenties . . .’ He felt a hand on his shoulder. ‘Hey.’ Yuuri turned his head to meet Victor’s gaze. His expression was kind. ‘I said it’s okay. It doesn’t matter.’ He pulled at Yuuri’s shoulder so he would turne to face him, and put his arms around him, hugging him close. ‘I love you no matter how many times you wet yourself.’ Yuuri laughed in spite of himself, and put his arms around Victor in turn, burying his face in his shoulder. ‘I love you too.’ They stood like that for a moment. Then Victor uttered a puzzled, ‘hm’, and stepped back, looking pointedly down at Yuuri’s crotch. ‘What’s this, then?’ Yuuri quickly turned around again, pulling a pair of jeans out of the bag. ’N-nothing.’ ‘Nothing? Cause I felt that.’ ‘You . . . you were just really close. I . . .’ ‘You don’t get hard every time I hug you, Yuuri.’ ‘Does it matter? This isn’t the time.’ Victor’s arms encircled him from behind, his hand sliding down his bare stomach towards the waistband of his boxer-briefs. ‘It’s kind of hot, though. Is it cause you . . . felt embarrassed? Cause I know embarrassment can sometimes make me feel kind of excited.’ ‘It’s not! I’m not . . .’ But Yuuri couldn’t lie to Victor, no matter how much he wanted to, and he sighed. ‘Yeah. That’s probably it.’ ‘Then let me help you.’ Victor’s hand disappeared into Yuuri’s underwear, and Yuuri hissed as he wrapped his hand around his cock, making him fully hard. ‘Mm, that’s it, my love. Doesn’t that feel better?’ Yuuri’s head drooped forward and he nodded. ‘Yeah.’ Victor stroked him slowly with nimble fingers, and then he pulled down Yuuri’s underwear again. ‘Won’t do to stain these, too,’ he murmured and placed a soft kiss just behind Yuuri’s ear. Yuuri groaned. ‘Mm, there’s a good boy.’ Victor stroked faster, and Yuuri moaned. ‘That’s it.’ Yuuri’s breathing came in short, ragged bursts. ‘I have to pee again,’ he gasped without thinking, and Victor chuckled softly in his ear. Victor manoeuvred Yuuri over towards the toilet and lifted the lid and seat with his free hand. ‘Come for me first?’ It was all the encouragement Yuuri needed, because he was already pretty close, and he came with a soft whimper, cum shooting into the toiletbowl. Victor kept his hand on his dick, and a moment later Yuuri peed again. ‘There you go.’ Victor kissed the back of his head. ‘You’ve been very good for me, Yuuri.’ He pulled Yuuri’s underwear back on and turned him around again so he could kiss him. Yuuri sighed into the kiss, his cheeks hot with embarrassment. ‘Did that feel good?’ asked Victor, pulling back to look into Yuuri’s eyes. Yuuri only nodded, not trusting himself to speak, and leaned forward to kiss Victor again, because that was all he wanted. ‘You stay here and get dressed,’ said Victor after a couple of minutes of this. ‘I told them you were ill, so I’ll just go give the press some platitudes, and we’ll head back to the hotel. Yes?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Maybe we can have some more fun when we get there, hm? Cause I’m feeling pretty excited now, too.’ Victor winked, and then he left the bathroom. Yuuri locked the door, sighed, and put on his clothes. Having some fun in their hotel room didn’t sound like a half bad idea, and he adjusted his junk. Maybe he should do this again some time.
  10. FateAndFire404

    Elricest Fanfiction

    BEFORE YOU READ ON. This is an Elricest Fullmetal Fanfiction. It contains: Omorashi (duh), incest, and soft yaoi. It semi follows the actual story line of Brotherhood- A background to this specific FF- It's been a few months since Al got his body back (Ed has his arm back, but not his leg). The brothers are together sexually, and on a train going to visit Winry and Granny in their hometown. If you don't like incest or yaoi, don't read! Just thought I'd warn everyone about the content. Any comments/constructive criticisms would be welcome. Alphonse sat next to Ed on the empty train, glad to be back in his body again. He rested his head on his brother's shoulder- the two had become closer in the past months. In fact...what some would say is "too close". "You okay, Al?" Ed asked warmly, placing his hand on his brother's thigh. Al nodded. "Just a bit tired." "Try and get some sleep. We have a long ride ahead of us and your body needs rest." Ed suggested. That was all Alphonse needed to encourage him into a peaceful sleep. He awoke some time later, with a crick in his neck and a fullness in his belly. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. "E-ed?" "Hey, you're awake." Edward looked up from the book he had been reading. "Did you sleep well?" Al nodded, becoming more aware of the full feeling in his bladder. He had had his body back for several months now, and was still getting used to it's functions. "Is there a toilet on the train, brother?" Ed shook his head, putting his book away. "No, do you need to go?" Alphonse shifted in his seat uncomfortably and nodded. "How much farther?" Ed looked at his brother with concern. "A while, Al." He leaned over and kissed his brother's temple before putting his arm around Alphonse. Alphonse tried to distract himself by talking to Ed-about Winry and Granny mostly- who they were traveling to visit. His bladder was proving to be a very pressing issue, however. He began to squirm around like a child, and found himself asking Edward when they would be there again. Edward looked at his brother with empathy. "We should have taken a train with a stopover." He said. "I'm sorry, Al, your body is still a bit weak, I know you're still getting used to it." he patted Al's thigh. Al blushed. He didn't want to act like a child in front of Edward, even if he had a good excuse for doing so. Edward could see that Al was feeling embarrassed. "Hey, it's okay, Al. It's not your fault. Just try to hold on, alright?" Al nodded solemnly, still fidgeting badly. Ed moved closer to Al, and kissed his cheek. "Here, maybe I can help you forget about it for a bit." He glanced around the car just to be positive that it was empty before bringing his lips to Al's, kissing him gently. He then pulled away to judge his brother's reaction before proceeding. Al blushed, but nodded. Ed brought his lips to Al's again, this time a bit harder. Al responded by kissing his brother back, moving his hand so it was on Ed's side. Ed moved his hand up Al's thigh, until he reached Al's crotch. Slowly, he gave Al's member a small squeeze. "I'm going to get you hard, okay? That'll help you hold it." Ed whispered. Al agreed, allowing Ed to begin kissing his neck. Ed then moved his hand up to Al's pants, which he unbuttoned. He slid his hand under Al's boxers, feeling Al's penis starting to get erect. He took the opportunity to wrap his hand around his brother, sucking on Al's neck. "That feels nice, brother." Al whispered as a bit of liquid escaped from his member. Ed used the pre cum as a lubricant and slid his hand up and down Al, slowly at first. As Al responded to his touch, he began moving his hand faster. "Al," he said quietly, "I can't let you cum, or it will be impossible to hold your pee after, okay? I'm sorry, but if you want to hold it longer, I need to stop before you orgasm." "You'll need to stop soon then," Al replied, his breath a bit caught. "We'll finish up later, I promise." Ed waited until Al was seconds away from cumming before ceasing his touch. Al writhed with want, biting his lip. Ed, feeling a bit guilty, kissed Al on the lips again. "You should feel a lot better until your erection goes away." Ed told his brother. Al blushed again, realizing what Ed had just done to him on a public train. "Thank you, brother." He kept his pants unbuttoned for the time being. His bladder felt a bit better now, and the pee was no longer pressing up against his pee hole, begging to be released. "Really brother, how much longer? Do you think...You know, I'll be able to hold it?" Ed sighed. "It'll be at least another hour and a half." Al frowned, not liking Ed's response much. A few minutes passed before Ed put his arm around his little brother. "If you don't make it, it's okay, Al." Ed told him. Al nodded. His penis was beginning to go back to normal, but was still semi-erect. Al buttoned his pants again and used his hand to adjust himself through them. Ed took out his book again and began reading. Al watched him for a while and then moved over toward the window to watch the landcape. His bladder was quickly beginning to bother him again, and he moved his hand down to his crotch. Ed glanced away from his book every now and again to see how Al was doing. He seemed to be getting in a tight spot again. A wave of pressure hit Alphonse, and he bent forward, holding his member. Ed looked over at his brother, cringing as it looked like he was in pain. Al sighed deeply, squeezing himself tightly. He squirmed in his seat before loosening his grip. When he saw Ed looking at him, he quickly looked away. "It's okay, Al. Do what you have to do." he said, looking away to give his brother some privacy. As another wave hit him, Alphonse grunted and moved his other hand down to his crotch as well. He didn't want to wet himself like a child, but he knew he couldn't hold his bladder until they arrived. "B-brother" Ed put his book down and began rubbing Al's back with his palm. "I'm not going to make it." Al whimpered. "It's okay," Ed told him, "If...If you're going to have an accident-" "Ed!" Al blushed. "I know, I know-" "Some leaked out, brother." Alphonse panicked. Ed stood, trying to get Alphonse up as well. "Come on, just go in the corner of the train. At least then you won't have wet pants when we get off." "I-I don't think I can stand." Alphonse said, leaking again as he tried. he gripped his member for all he was worth. Ed knelt down and maneuvered his hands around Al's, unbuttoning his pants as he held his penis. "Let go, Al." Al shook his head, a look of shock on his face. Ed sat next to Al again. In a quick swoop, he pried his brother's hands away from his crotch. As quickly as the urine began gushing out of Al, Ed had his brother's member out of his pants. The damage to his pants was minimal. Al was grateful for his brother, but removed his hand from his member as the puddle of pee forming on the floor grew. He sighed in relief as his bladder emptied. When he was finally finished, he buttoned his pants again and blushed at the puddle he had made. "Feel better, Al?" Ed didn't mean it in a mocking way. He moved his brother over so that he was away from the puddle. Al nodded. "Sorry, brother." "Don't apologize, I told you, it's okay." Ed leaned in to Al, and lowered his voice to a whisper, "And tell you what. Tonight we can spend all night finishing what we started, okay?" ~To Be Continued?~
  11. ArgonCaptor

    Midnight's problem

    It was in the afternoon. Midnight had went out with Cobra for a time to relax however the sleepy mage was bothered by something else though He knew Cobra could hear him if his thought about it. so he tried to not think about it. Cobra looked towards the sleepy mage wondering what was wrong. "Oi Midnight...You do not look too well are you sure about this?" he asked the smaller male. "I-Im fine Erikku!" the sleepy mage exclaimed at the taller male he crossed his arms oh god as he hated Cobras Sound magic at the time he heard everything. he sighed feeling his bladder feeling rapidly due to the coffee he had to drink to be able to do this thing with Cobra he sighed. Cobra looked at him "Stop lying will you I hear you" he said with his left brow rised. He laid an arm around Midnights shoulders causing him to blush. "I am fine...as long I am beside you Erikku" he said purring as he laid his head to Cobra as he whimpered quietly his bladder was making him Shaking. Cobra noticed looking at him "Macbeth...Whats wrong do not lie..." the taller mage said rubbing his shoulder "I-I kinda really Need to go to the restroom...but I do not wanna ruin the moment..." He muttered looking down. he was shivering Cobras Eyes widen "Why didn't you say so..." he said as he picked him up in bridestyle causing Midnight to whimper as he clenched himself "E-Erikku....It hurts..." he said sobbing his mascara caused his tears being kinda black. Cobra kept walking with Midnight in his arms as Midnight kept squirming he really needed to go now he wouldn't last for very long. "Midnight youre squirming like a toddler..." he said to the mage in his arms. "Erikku! I really need to Pee I can't hold it much more!" he sobbed clenching himself as he squirmed more almost crying not having the strongest bladder caused it worse for him "Let me down I do not wanna pee all over you!" Midnight panicked oh yes it hurted his swollen bladder was hurting. Cobra put him down as he placed his palm at midnights bladder feeling his swollen bladder "Oyoure really that pained...Let it go..." he said to him Midinght whimpered the pressure from cobras palm caused him leak a wet patch appeared on his pants "P-Please No its embarassing Erikku!" he whimpered more Cobra kept pressing onto midnights bladder even he was begging him to stop as he kept pressing onto him Midnight soon gave in his face red as he felt the hot wetness run down his inner thighs. A puddle appeared under him it was huge. His pants completely soaked falling onto his knees crying of embarassment. "I-Im sorry...Erikku...I ruined the walk!" he said crying However cobra only hugged him close kissing his lips as he wiped his tears. "Its okay Midnight...No need to apologies you couldnt help but trying to make it perfect even your physical need was tiggering you its okay Lovely." Cobra said comfortingly to The crying mage Midnight hid his face to cobras chest "C-Can we go home I do not wanna be public pee soaked..." he sobbed. "Sure midnight Come love" he said picking up Midnight taking him home. As they come home midnight took a shower before wanting to sleep while cobra joined him afterwards. //I ship this as yaoi Haters gonna hate! no bad comments on my ship but please give me feed back!"