KEDAMONO OMO FIC 18+++

WRITTEN BY JACKSON DONUT STEAL 6/23/15

Kedamono strained, his arms quivering to hold the weight of his performance partner. Popee was even unsure of the stablity of Kedamono's hold, swaying gently and the miniscule movements of his arms. Papi shook his head, gesturing with a gloved hand for  the performers  to disassemble and repeat their act, like they had did too many tiring times before. The wolf gave a slight, but not too offending whine, Popee leaping off of his hands with a exhausted growl.

Kedamono gestured for Papi's attention desperatly. He crossed his legs, paws pressed down into the groin of his shorts needily, dancing with anticipation. Kedamono whined thinly, pleading mask eyes to Papi. He desperatly needed ot pee in the midst of performance practice. Papi's brows furrowed in displeasure, motioning once again, with more haste, for the performers to repeat their act. Kedamono pleaded once more, but Papi crossed his arms in stubborness. Popee noticed the slightly embarassing exchange, snickering to himself, pointing at Kedamono. He turned away in utter, burning shame; the two's bickering was cut short by a demanding grunt by Papi. He planted a firm foot on the sand, and a stern stare. Kedamono whined, returning to his original position.

After several more rounds of repetion, the wolf could hold it no longer. He fussed to the great annoyance of Papi, holding an akward posture of partially crossed legs. Popee continued to laugh to themself to the misery of Kedamono, giggling atop the high, holding grip of the wolf. Frusterated, Papi swung his arms from side to side in great displeasure for the performers to disassemble once again and repeat the demanding acrobatics. There came a great protest from the wolf and the clown, but the subtle movement of the sand underneath Kedamono's paws halted his protest. His paws slid outwards, and with one great sweep, the sand fell from underneath him, sweeping out the the sides, leaving Kedamono nowhere to go, but to fall. He fell first, then Popee attempted to leap from Kedamono, falling into a great heap onto the sand with a dull thud. Papi gasped.

The shock was enough to do the wolf in. Urine came in a great rush from him as he lay, stunned on the ground, stuttering. He sat up, tears of utter shame welling in his many eyes. Popee had already turned around and scooted away, then falling backwards in a riot hooping with shrieks of laughter. A long, helpless wail came from Kedamono, the dark spot of damp sand growing between his legs. Papi covered his eyes and turned in embaressment. In panic, the wolf started to bawl in distress, then leaping up, dashing to one of the many colorful tents in the lot, leaving a spotted trail of damp sand between his pawprints.

Papi turned to Popee once Kedamono's bawls had faded. He shook his head in disappointment, but Popee simply shrugged.