Making Friends.

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?I fell and played fainted.

Eh? - the turtle said, a finger touching his lower lip in a puzzled expression.

He came to me and poked me with the laser tip. "Is he really fainted?", he thought, "I think I can easily solve this question..." He squatted down and started to tickle my feetpwas. I was about to burst into laughter when he stopped.

I have no patience for these silly games - he annouced. - If you are really asleep, then you better be ready to be yiffed, naked chick.

I suddenly got up'and stared at him. I was a bit taller than him. He took a look down to my penis and blushed, slightly scratching his right cheek with an index finger. I crossed my arms.

Your weapons can't do anything against me - I said. - Why staring at me like this, are you gay?

I took a step back and tried to look fierce, even if a huge blush on his face confirmed his embarrassment.

N-no! - he shouted.

Okay, then... - I grabbed him by his shirt collar. - Where are the ideas?

I won't tell ya! - he shouted at me.

I approached my angry face at his and growled. He smirked, clearly scred. A hissing sound could be heard as he felt the smell of blood in my muzzle.

Please, don't! - he said, begging for his life and possibly for his virginity. - I'll tell you where are the ideas, just let me go and don't tell my dad about what I have been doing!

Deal - I said.

As soon I let him go, he attempted to flee. I took a trashcan and threw it at him, causing him to fall.

He wouldn't trick me, oh, no. I felt my bladder again, but ignored for now; I had to look tough. He, on the other paw, was just laying there, about to cry (poor thing...).

I step on the trashcan.

So... you gotta tell me where are the ideas... or the deal is over and I'll tell your daddy everything you have been doing - I threatened.

Please, don't! - he said, teary-eyed.

Then, no more tricks? - I asked.

He nodded. We walked to the plains, far from the city, my bladder bothering me só much. Well, since I'm going to do something very important, it's better to let go; my fetish shouldn't get the best of me in such situation.

Hey, wait a minute - I said. - I gotta pee.

He instantly looked at me.

Are you going to watch? - I asked, already used to it.

He blushed and didn't reply, but remained looking shyly at me. I shrugged and let go on the grass of the plain.

He watched with wide-opened eyes while blushing and breathing fast, as his heart raced in his chest. I held my weenie and rubbed it a bit while I peed and the turtle swallowed some saliva. I relax and sigh, looking up to the sky.

Holding is só fun, but letting go can also be good... - I say to myself as the stream keep it's way to the grass.

It was morning and I yawned due to my rushy night. I started to crave my bed and my diapers, since I was só sleepy.

I rubbed my foreskin while the stream kept it's strenght. When it was finally stopping, the turtle joined me, pulling his pants down and untaping his diaper, smiling at me and peeing with me. His scaly member covered in a green foreskin was quite attracting. We giggled while we peed together.