UPDATED: Good grief. I finally updated. Here is the NEXT CHAPTER to the thing. ENJOY PLEASE!
Disclaimer: I own none of this shaninigan!
Warning: Unconsent, swears, rating is boosted. Scar's POV. HOTNESS! Winry does STUFF to Scar in the tub and her room!
Characters: Winry: the dominant. Scar: the passive. LIKE ALWAYS!
Author's Notes: I've noticed that I always make Scar the catcher, and the other person the pitcher in these sort of fics. Oh well.
First date:
The time I got mentally raped...
I looked at her. She was acting so strange... "Winry? Why, are you acting so funny?" I asked. She looks at me and smiles, "What do you mean funny? I'm just being nice, what's wrong Davy?" she asks. I shrug, "I dunno, but stop calling me Davy, it's annoying, pick a different name!" I stated. She pouts, "But, but, but, I LIKE that name!" she said. I frowned, "But Win, I don't, so please quit it," I said, walking faster to nowhere. She catches up to me and grabs my shoulder. "Okay, SCAR, let me tell you something, I know how to get you to normal, but you have to do me a little favor first," she said, pushing me closer to the wall. "What's that?" I manage to ask, as my breathe rate increased.
"I want you, to go on a date with me. Do that, and I'll let you off the hook," she said, her lips close to mine. It was then that I noticed... my pants. She had grabbed my groin area, and started to push it in. I cringe, "Okay, let go!" I choked out. I was actually afraid of this girl. She could hurt me worse. "Win, please, I beg of you, let go, please, please, please, please," I repeated. She sighs, and lets me drop to the ground. I hold my head, and start to cry. Why was she hurting me? I thought she was my friend. "Come on now, that wasn't too bad. I was just trying to help you. You haven't experienced those feelings much have you? I'm sorry," she said, holding her hand out. I look up at her. "You mean it?" I asked with a shaky voice. She nodded. I take her hand and she helps me up.
She puts her hand in my hair. "Oh, your head is still bleeding a little. I mean, your NOGGIN is still bleeding..." she said with a smile. I smile. "Where are we going to eat then Winry?" I asked. She points across the street. "There. We are going for a milk shake." I shake my head. "You can, but I can't. I'm lactose intolerant," I said. She blushes. "Ohhh, well then I'll get you something else. How about a soda?" she asked. I nod. She pulls me by the hand across the street. "Winry, what's that smell?" I ask. She looks at me blankly. "Smell? The smell out here? I guess it's just the trash," she said, pointing at the trash can. "Oh, let's go then," I said. We walk in, and she sits me down at a table. "Sit here, I'll get you something to eat," she said, walking to the man.
I look out the window. "Where's my oniisan?" I asked myself. Winry sits down, with the food. "I brought you a hamburger!" she said happily, setting it down in front of me. "Uh, how does one eat it?" I asked. She sighs, "You're so silly. I'll teach you," she said, grabbing the burger and holding it up to my lips. "Open up, here comes the choo-choo train!" she said excitedly. I could feel my face heat up with embarassment. I opened my mouth, and she stuck it in my mouth. "Aww, you're so cute!" she cried, as ketchup splattered all over my face. I turned as red as the ketchup. "WIN!" I cried. "Oh sorry, you know I didn't mean it," she said, getting napkins. She walks over to me, she says, "I'll clean you up," She starts wiping my face. "Aw, you're so adorable! I'M GONNA HUG YOU!" she cried happily. She nearly kills me by doing this though, but I don't complain. I didn't until she, "Scar! You got mustard on your pants! I'll wipe it off," she said, running her hand over my happy place.
"WINRY! STOP!" I cried, and everybody stared. "Sorry Scar. I'll stop," she said, sitting across from me. "Winry? Why do you do those things?" I asked after a few minutes of silence. She blushes, "Sorry. I'll try to stop, just, when we get home, can we...?" she started, but trailed off. I shake my head, "What? Can we what?" I asked. She blushes harder. "I'll, I'll tell you when we get home," she said quietly. I nod. We exit, and head back to Winry's house. We get to the door, open it, and walk up to her room. She closes it and locks it. "I need to tell you Scar. I've been wanting to tell you... THAT YOU STINK!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air. I blink. "Stink? Ohh, sorry!" I said. I felt my face burn as she pushed me out and into the bathroom. She points into the bathtub.
"In. Get naked. I will give you a bath. Hurry up! We don't have all day! And cover your front with this," she said, handing me a towel. I frown, "Winry, I can take my OWN bath..." I started, but she hits me in the back of the head. "Shush! STRIP DOWN ALREADY!" she shouted. I obey, and stand in front of her. Naked. "Scar, I told you to cover your front with the towel," she said, covering her eyes. I turn blue, "Ohh, like this?" I asked, putting it on my face. She screams, "NO! ON YOUR, Never mind! Just get in the tub..." she said, covering her face. I plop myself in the tub, and she turns the water on. "It's too cold," I whined. She frowns, "How about like this then?" she asked, as the water warmed up. I shake my head, "Nope, too hot." She growls. She turns both knobs in the same direction and asks, "Is THAT good enough for you!" she demands. I nod. She shakes her head, "Okay, TURN AROUND!" she shouted.
I turn around, and she gets soap, and soaps up my back. Her hands slowly move up to my neck, working at all the sore places. She massages my neck. "Ohh, Winry, that feels... nice," I said quietly. She laughs. "Well, I'm joining you!" she said, climbing in, still clothed. "Okay, let me get behind you," she said, sitting behind me. She washes my thighs slowly. THAT made me pop a boner. "Win...ry..." I gasped as she grabbed my erection. She slowly strokes it, making me moan quite loudly, "Shh! If Pinako hears us, she'll suspect something!" she warned, covering my mouth. I nod, and she continues to stroke my cock. She pulls it slowly. "Whoa, Scar you have a pretty big dick..." she said in my ear. "Ohh, let go now!" I pleaded. But she continued to jack me off. "Just a little longer?" she asked. I hesitate. "O-okay, a little more," I said. She laughs, and jerks me off more, faster this time.
I could feel something try to get out of my dick, but it wouldn't come out, "A little more," she said, stroking faster. Finally, white liquid bursts out, and I moan again. She covers my mouth, "Shhh, don't. Say. Anything." She kept slowly stroking it, getting all my semen out of my cock before continuing. She pulls her hand away, "That better?" she asks, helping me out of the tub, her clothes dripping wet. I step out, a little shaky. "Whoa, what was that? How did you learn to do that?" I asked in a daze. She blushes. "Internet!" she exclaimed, handing me a dry towel. I laugh, and dry myself. "Winry, you're drippin' wet!" I said, pointing at her clothes. She blushes and says, "Oh, you are such a silly! I'll change later... In my room. By the way, I got some clothes for you in my room, let's go!" she shouted, pulling me by my hand.
She leads me outside, and back into her room, she locks it. Again. She walks up to me and pins me against the wall. Her eyes were full of hunger, anger, and... Fear? Was she afraid of me? What's there to be afraid of? Her hand slowly moves down to my privates, and the other grabs the back of my neck. She pulls me close for a deep kiss, sticking her tongue between my lips and prying them apart. She tastes like... strawberries? Her hand moves closer to my slowly enlarging erection, softly caressing it, I moan as she grabs it again. Her warm tongue slowly writhes around in my mouth, causing my erection to become as solid as a rock again. She pulls away slowly, and she moves down to my knees. She removes the towel around my waist, and grabs my cock. She starts to stroke it again, slowly, torturously slowly. :1:
I moan as she trails her finger on my balls, and she laughs, "You like that, don't you? Don't get used to the feel of it, I'm not gonna be doing this after today," she said. She moves her lips up to my throbbing dick, and takes me in her mouth. I hiss in pleasure as her warm tongue carresses the underside of it, and slowly works its way up to the head. Her fingers wrap themselves around the base, and start to quickly stroke it. She continues to suck on it, with increasing pace. "O-oh, W-win...ry... stop, oh God..." I said, as I reach my climax for the second time in fifteen minutes. My cum rushes in her mouth, and she appears to have swallowed it. :2:
She continues to suck it slowly, enjoying the fruits of her labor. She pulls away from it, and stands up. "Hmm... that was... interesting!" she said, taking my lips, and I taste what I NEVER thought I would. And that was my own semen. She pulls away quickly. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to," she said, backing away. "Oh, and I'm still dripping wet..." she said, looking at her clothes. Okay, maybe I'm a little perverted, but I DID see her nipples through her white shirt and bra. I smile as she pulls her shirt off, leaving on her bra. She points at the door, "OUT! I don't want you to see me change Scar, so wait outside until I get something to wear. Something to set the mood," she said seductively. She pushes me out into the hall. STARK NAKED! "Winry! I'm naked..." I whispered as she closed and locked the door.
I hear a child's laughter, as an echo... sounds like a kid in a suit of armor. Whoa, I'm losin' it, maybe I had too many ejaculations today, and I'm going insane. Wait. What kind of moron would be wearing a suit of armor? A bell rings in the corner of my mind, and I see a little boy trapped in an armor suit. I look around quickly, and see only the restroom. I rush inside, and lock the door. I walk over to the toilet and sit on it, nearly falling in. "Whoa!" I said, slipping off the toilet. I guess that's why people shouldn't sit on places when they're in the nude. :3:
There's a knock at the door. "Hey! Whoever's in there, I'm gonna break the door down!" said a somewhat familiar voice. I stand up, and step into the shower, and close the curtain slowly. I sit down, and crouch in a fetal position, and start to suck my thumb. A crash, "SCAR! I know you're in here!" the maniac shouted, opening the shower, staring at my nakedness. He stares, seeing all of my muscular hard nakedness. He gapes. "Whoa... Scar? Ohh..." he said, slowly backing into a corner. Shocking! He sits quietly in the corner, and his blonde hair covers his face. "Wow... that was so strange. She said he had amnesia, but I DIDN'T believe it... but I SAW... saw more than what I needed to see..." he squeeked. I step out of the shower and frown at him, "You are an idiot! How could you walk in on me like that!" I demanded, folding my arms over my chest.
I seem to notice the direction of his eyes. They were glued to my cock. I frown at him, "WHY are you staring?" I hissed as he stood up. He smiles, "You have A HUGE DICK!" he says, pushing me down. He pins me against the floor, his hands tightly attached to my shoulders. his breathing speeds up, "Will you... torque me?" he asked, grabbing my cock. Why do people like grabbin' my wiener so much? He starts to stroke it just like Winry did to me, and he claims my lips. I literally scream into his mouth, and he stands up and glares at me. "Well? Aren't you going to torque me?" he asked. :4:
TO BE CONTINUED!
Ha! HA! HAHAHA! That was indeed a little disturbing. Oh, that was Edward by the way. Okay, the labeled thingys:
1. Oi, I don't mean to gross any girls out with this, but my girlfriend does all this stuff, so I knew how to write it out.
2. I swear, I've NEVER heard of anybody eating cum, but I don't know about that, I'll have to ask my oniisan. THAT FAGG!
3. I never sat ANYWHERE naked nefore, nore I would want to. THAT'S GROSS!
4. That's how I figured out Mike was gay. He asked me to torque him. In the town I live in, that means to do to a man, what a man does to a woman. NO! MICHAEL! NO! HOW COULD YOU BE A FAGG? YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND! And you still scared the crap out of me by telling me you loved me! Ugh... I don't know WHAT to do now. By the way, if you couldn't tell, I'm a guy. A STRAIGHT GUY! Well, maybe a part-time-well-paid-metrosexual. BUT I'M NO PRETTY BOY!