DennyMouse & 3-year-old FievelJ in, An Improper Meal.
Description; When grown ups aren't looking, some young Cubs will play. Scat part is in the beginning only, and ends in clean fun.. :D *Devil* face. If you can call two, (More or less) little boys playing with each others anuses clean. LOL. And they end up causing each other to lose white stuff. Some words are Intentionally misspelled to demonstrate, both FievelJ and DennyMouse are both children. I have links to three Tiny Tune Cartoons, which are baby Plucky Duck cartoons, to demonstrate at least an idea, as to how we are both talking. Thanks And Go Ahead And Read.
DennyMouse & 3-year-old FievelJ in, An Improper Meal. Whooole - Hole. They are both suppose to be kids, so many words just sorta fail them. Or even having all out problems just trying to pronounce certain words. For a clearer explanation of Whooole. See Tiny Toons. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtPgEjETeVw http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHx9M-WADPI http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4-qMzP_Lb4&NR=1 Yes folks, I got a weeee bit stuck on Plucky, as I love watching him. Baby Plucky is just so cute.
Laying on a small daybed, which I fit easily, considering my size being 6. Staring at the ceiling instead of sleeping, I wandered in a way what FievelJ might be up to. It wouldn't take me much to find out, considering his crib wasn't far away. If I stood up and then looked toward the window, his crib was just beside the window to the left. But instead of even looking over there, I just kept staring at the ceiling. My paws were resting on either side of my body, as I had no need to look down at my cartoon character Pull-ups. "I'm a big cub now!" Yeah what ever. Not like I could place such good sentences together back then, but not like it was that long ago. By bladder felt funny, as I could feel my eyes shutting, unable to do anything about it for some reason. I dreamt of a nice field of flowers, which I was sure I saw someplace before. The day was rather nice, but didn't really seem too hot. As a matter a fact, there seemed to be a cool breeze going as well. As I lay in a patch of grass, with a mix of yellow and red flowers around me. It was almost like, this patch of grass was here, only for the purpose of others like me wanting to lay here. As I lay, I felt warmth at my crouch, and sudden strong pain in my anus, as consciousness slipped back in, and I woke. My Pull-ups soaked in my piss, and one huge lump on the other side, as I'd probably pooped everything in my intestinal track. I hopped myself onto the floor, and then slid off my Pull-ups. I opened the one containing the diapers, and the Pull-ups I ware. Cute looking bears on my Pull-ups, placing them on, and just leaving my dirty ones laying alongside of my bed. I at first was just gonna place them on, but I actually grabbed the wet wipes, using like 12 or the things. I then just let them sitting on the top of the dresser, as I also carelessly let the drawer hanging opened. I went back to bed, and stared at the ceiling some more. This time I was resting my paws on my diapers, as I continued to star at the ceiling.
Can't sleep, I Thought FievelJ to himself, as he wasn't sure exactly how to finish his sentence. His gut hurt him, and his stomach was making gargling sounds, as it growled at him. Eat, I could eat that Thought FievelJ, as he pressed to try to go, grunting silently, as his hole done there hurt him. He grabbed his paws at the tabs, trying to remove the front of his diapie. Eh, I can get down this ting. Thought FievelJ to himself, as he managed to have his diaper flat on his bed. Pressing really hard, he peed too, nearly straight into the air... and all over himself, as he managed to poop a bit. He managed to turn himself around a bit, and even let the diaper where it was. On hands and knees, he sniffed at the mess he placed into his diaper. Hmmmm, it's not best, but fill belly. FievelJ took a bite outa the mess he made, and began eating it. His mouth had a nasty flavor in it, yet his poop seemed to have an incredible good flavor, so it was like, he couldn't stop himself from eating it. Three quarters of his poop cleaned from his diaper, he now felt full. He picked up his diaper, and then threw it on the floor, just in front of the window.
[iconname]TaviMunk[/iconname] I kept thinking I heard something, but what it was, I didn't know. So I just continued laying there for a while, as I heard squeaking noises to my left. I pressed myself to getup, far enough to look over at little bro's crib. Well, not really little bro, but I sometimes thought of him that way. He was pooping on his diaper, which he had managed to pull off himself, as he laid it down in front of him. He had large chunks of poop coming from his ass, as he pissed all over his body, and drinking some as some hit his mouth. I should get up stop this, and? I thought, placing a sentence not quite together in my head. But instead of doing anything at all, I just watched, as balance was only working out half way, and I kept nearly felling over, having stood up on the daybed. He soon turned himself around, and then began eating his poop from his diaper. As he ate chunk after chunk, he seemed to be holding his stomach a tad. He didn't eat it all, as I witnessed him throw the diapie on the floor. I don't believe he noticed it, but he was tracking his mess all over his crib, as he laid back down. I should try to change that, I thought, as I knew I wasn't suppose to try to lift him out of his crib. But I still wanted to try, so I got myself outa the daybed, placing my feet on the floor, as quietly as I could muster, just like when I had changed my diapie. But instead of approaching his crib straight away, I yanked my diaper off. Something felt funny down there, and I just wanted to free it from it's diapie prison. I approached FievelJ's crib, as he was tossing around a bit, unable to fall back to sleep. "Hey Bro, you should really get that cleaned off of you." I poked at his right shoulder. "-Sleep I cant fall, ahm?"
"That's okay little bro, I under stand." I said, as I worked the side down to his crib. I grabbed at him, he did his best too, to free up under his arms. I pulled at him, to try to carry him over to the dresser. As he was in my arms, I stumbled once, then twice, then the third time, I ended up on my butt. I whimpered and moaned, but somehow managed not to ball my head off, since the soft floor, wasn't really all that kind on my bottom parts. FievelJ sitting in my lap, and him falling into me, and with me, probably made it hurt, all that much worse. My eyes were flooded in tears, even though I somehow managed not to make too much a sound. Lucky for me, they had went into the basement for a while, so they hadn't heard my backside slam against the floor. Realizing it was impossible for me to actually carry FievelJ to the dresser, I had to walk him there.
I managed to get him up on a nearby chair, and onto the dresser. I grabbed more wet wipes, and then wiped down all his fur, where he got poop on it. I hadn't much stopped crying, but slowing. I Wiped off his mouth, his chest, and his belly. And then after all of that, I had him switch positions, so I could actually place my head between his legs, so I could clean his bottom, and hole. I just laid his mess on the other side of the dresser, as now there were two messes of wet wipes on the top of it. My naughty little thing down there seemed relentless to go down for me. So after I finished cleaning my little bro, I decided I wanted to try something. Little bro?, well I still thought of him that way, even though I wasn't even six inches taller, what ever came over me, that I thought I could carry him myself, I just didn't know. "-Lets get you back where you belong."
(Inspired By Other Furry Cub Authors.)
"My diapie? You gonna plane a one on?" Asked FievelJ. "Nah, at least not right away." I answered, as I helped him back down. We got back to his crib. As we both looked up, I suddenly realized, there was no way I could get him back up there myself. "Wanna just play for a little while?" I asked. "I wanna play, bu I should go back to napy." He said. "I can't get you up there." I said. "-You gonna be in twouble."
"Yeah I know." I said. "Hey your pee pee is acting a stick." Said FievelJ. "Yeah I know, I wanna play, and see if it can go in the... Whooole." FievelJ sorta giggled when I said it. "Pee pee go in the... Whoooole." He giggled a little more, as he said it. Giggling and blushing, both of us really, I got up on the daybed, and then helped my buddy up too. "Now sit on lap." I said, skipping words and giggling at the same time. "Pee pee go in my... Whoooole." Said FievelJ, as he crawled into my lap. He was sorta heavy in sorts, by I managed to get my naughty thing at his hole. "I'm gonna plane my pee pee in the... Whoooole." I said, as I pressed my naughty bit at it. "It not working, we need to make it slippery." Said FievelJ, before I knew it, FievelJ was pressing like he had to poopy again. He pooped a clump, which didn't seem to bother me. When he got done, as his hole still seemed opened, I tried to press it in again. This time though, it went in. "Mah naughty thing is in the... Whoooole." I said, as I giggled. "-Your naughty thing is in my Whooole."
"-So what think we are to do?"
"Done know." Answered FievelJ. "Your naughty thing is standing." I said. "It is, maybe we suppose to switch." So unsure, FievelJ suggested. "Maybe your right." Barely managing the words, I worked to take my naught bit out of FievelJ. He rested on the daybed, his back against the back like mine. I sat on FievelJ's lap. I managed to get his up me. "Ehh, your weight is too much for me." Said FievelJ. "This isn't as comfortable as I thought." I said, as I turned, and then placed my legs over his. I grabbed his pee pee, as he says, and toyed with it. "-Wha are you do-in?"
"I don't know FievelJ, but it seems right somehow." I said, as he gripped mine too, and then started playing with it. "So we do what now?" Asked FievelJ, with a bit of a puzzled look about his face. "Ahm, I think we play till somethen happens?" I said. "-What's suppose happen?"
"I don't know Fieve." I said. "Maybe we should try, pee pee in the... Whooole again." Suggested FievelJ. "No, you can't handle mah weight." I suggested. "No... in my... Whooole." Suggested FievelJ. "Oh, so I going to get position again." I said, and did just what I said. FievelJ placed my naughty thing back in him. "Now what we do?" Asked FievelJ. "-I think I suppose to press it in and out."
"-Why?"
"That's what grown ups do." I said. I began pressing myself in, and then pulling myself back out, it seemed an incredible amount of work to do what grown ups do. FievelJ toyed with his, as I pressed in and out, not even sure if I was even doing it right. "Peter in the... Whooole." Said FievelJ. "Peter in the... Whooole." I said, only repeating what he said. I had this funny feeling in my back, I wasn't sure what it was. "Peter in the... Whooole." FievelJ repeated. "Peter in your... Whooole." I said, as we both giggled. "Peter in my... Whooole." Said FievelJ. FievelJ and I were starting to jitter a little, as something was growing in the both of us, which I didn't really understand. "My peter feel funny, and tingles." I said. "You could take it out of my... Whooole." We giggled again. "Okay, I'll take it out of the... Whooole." I pulled my peter out, and then toyed with it. "My pee pee feel more funny." Said FievelJ, and then he pee peed this white sort of stuff, so did mine, going all over my little bro. "We made white pee pee, come out our pee pee... Whooole." We both giggled. "We made white pee pee." I said, as we both giggled. "Pee Pee Out Of Our... Whoooles." We continued gigging, as we both fell over, slopped on the daybed nearly any which way. My right arm slumped over FievelJ any which way, in a way like two cats sleeping together, except were weren't cats, but mice.
"Delia, my son is in your son's arms." Said Audrey in a whisper. "Yeah I can see that, are we to wake them?" Whispered Audrey. "Is that little boy semen all over your son?" Whispered Delia in a question. "It seems like it. They're not even suppose to be here like this." Whispered Audrey. "Well it's for sure Denny needs a spanking." Whispered Delia. "Hey, I'm not mad that your son spilled his early cum juice on my son." Whispered Audrey. "It's not because of that, it's because he tried to pick up your son... he could've hurt him." Said Delia. "Well they're both alright, lets sneak out, and let them have a longer nap." Suggested Audrey. They both nodded, with a silent grunt, and then left FievelJ and DennyMouse's room. They let them have at a longer nap, having worn each others young bodies so much. It was unsaid, but they just figured, why not? They toyed with each other in ways they shouldn't, but what could it hurt anyways... at least they never fought like Brothers.
The End... ?