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- >There you were, as you had always been.
- > College was happening, and not being born with a silver spoon meant you were living with your parents, commuting back and forth.
- > You were managing, to say the least. Surviving is enough, yes?
- > But there you were, spending another day off on the computer.
- > But there you were.
- > Lying in your bed, pissing away the time on your computer.
- > You hear a shout from across the hall, a foreign voice.
- > Activate sneak
- > It's in your parent's room.
- > Well, parent. Dad went and ran his car off a bridge two years ago, but you've all been recovering.
- > If not healed, the wounds are scabbed over.
- > " Anon! Can you help? "
- > Open the door.
- > In the bed is not your mother, but a small pastel horse.
- > " Anon, pumpkin, I'm in a bit of a mess. "
- > It's referring to you like your mother does, but it's a small pastel horse.
- > It's hopelessly entangled in the sheets. Evidently it's been thrashing about for a while now.
- > Approach with caution. You've got an idea.
- > Firmly grasp one leg.
- " It looks like I can get you out, but just relax. Fussing won't fix anything. "
- > You try and examine the way the joints are as you carefully guide one leg out of the sheets it is entangled.
- > A pastel leg ends in a tiny pastel hoof.
- > " Oh, pumpkin, I just don't know what's happened. I went to bed, and woke up...this! "
- > You don't really have a lot of choices right now.
- " We'll get by all right. Always have. "
- > Repeat with the other legs and give her your most confident smile.
- > You've picked up dogs in the past-she's about the same size and shape as a dog.
- > This should be simple enough.
- " I'm going to try and get you off the bed. Ready? "
- > " Whenever you are, Anon. "
- > Arms under, support the head...
- > You're carrying her like you once carried your dachshund, before he bit your cousin and you had to shoot him.
- > He was a fat dick, and he will not be missed.
- > " Anon, pumpkin? Ground, please. "
- > You break from your reverie to rotate her hoofy bits towards the floor, to some squealing on her part.
- > You set her on them, but you could only dream it would be that easy.
- > She promptly takes a tentative step and collapses into a ill balanced pile of pony.
- " We're going to be at this for a while, aren't we?"
- > " I've been at it for two seconds, give me a moment. "
- > Sit on the bed and watch her attempt to stand.
- > " So, uh, anon. A little help? "
- > She waves her raised butt at you. You avert your eyes from where you imagine her pony vagina would be.
- > Go over, place hands under her frontal body and raise.
- > She assumes a more pony related form.
- > After a few more shaky steps, she confidently trots in a circle.
- > " This walking business isn't so hard! "
- " Let's see how you manage the stairs. "
- > That throws a spanner in her works.
- > " You can help me with that, right? I raised a big, strong son for a reason. "
- > Smile and pat her on the head.
- > Carry her downstairs.
- > " First order of business, breakfast. "
- > You place her at the kitchen table and begin rummaging about the fridge.
- > " This is why I taught you to cook. I taught you to cook, didn't I? "
- > She never taught you to cook.
- > Prepare cereal
- > A level one cooking recipe, but hey.
- > Serve it.
- > " Anon, I think I might have a bit of trouble with this. "
- > Your mother's self sufficient, but she can't manage like this.
- > Take up the spoon, scoop up some Ecstatic Rings.
- >" Just like when you were a baby. Remember that? "
- > Say nothing.
- " Say ahh."
- > She opens her mouth and you dump in a spoonful of Ecstatic Rings.
- > God, her tiny mouth is so cute.
- > Repeat the procedure, only spilling a little on her mouth and nose. One Ecstatic Ring lands on her snout, but she reaches up and pushed it into her waiting mouth.
- > She surveys her condition and smiles.
- > You don't think you've seen her have this much fun in years.
- > " So, anon? What now? "
- > wipe a bit of milk off of her mouth
- > " So, what now? You've got no plans today, and I..."
- > She lets the sentence trail off and die.
- " What's on TV? "
- > You attempt to change the subject.
- > Meander into the living room and activate the television.
- > Your mother shakily trots in, each step full of concentration and focus.
- > She's panting slightly, and shines with a slight luster of sweat.
- > " Anonymous, when did our house get so big? "
- > plop down on the couch and stretch out.
- > Mom moves to the side of the couch and manages to throw her front legs on the couch.
- > " Anonymous? "
- > Visibly struggling, she shakes her butt. You take that a a 'lift me' request.
- > place her next to you on the couch.
- > " What's on? "
- > Hit guide.
- " Absolutely nothing. "
- > you can feel her heart through your shirt as she presses into you.
- > run a hand along her back
- > the fur's so short, you can't imagine it being practical on an animal, much less your mother.
- > " you're so warm, anonymous. "
- > you're lying down, and she's doing the same while pressed up against your belly.
- " I try. "
- > your dick gives a slight twinge at the feeling, but you terminate it before it grows into anything noticeable.
- > while you're doing this, you begin to hear a slight noise come from your mother.
- > look over.
- > eyes closed, breathing calm, relaxed.
- > she's asleep, mouth opening slightly on the inhale.
- > you can watch the chest move in and out.
- > well, you're not about to wake her up.
- > rest your head and gently toss an arm over her side.
- > goodnight, ladies and gentlemen.
- > awaken to the feeling of your mother rolling off the couch
- > it sounds like a puppy just fell off of your couch.
- > The two of you shake off the 'just woke' daze and exchange glances.
- > " Well, I guess that's a sign. "
- " Morning. "
- > Look out the window, maybe a couple of hours have passed.
- > you take the opportunity to look at mom.
- > her eyes widen.
- > the realization hits her like a figurative bombshell.
- > It couldn't have been more obvious if she'd screamed it out.
- " I'm not helping you poop. Just getting that out there."
- > " I wouldn't ask you to. I'm just..going ot go for a walk. "
- > Look outside again.
- > It's almost pitch black, she is likely to be eaten by a grue.
- " It's going to be cold out there. Do you have anything that might fit? "
- > She takes a moment to ponder it, then shakes her head.
- > " No, I don't think so. Do you have anything I can borrow? "
- " I've got a hoodie. "
- > " That should work. "
- > retrieve hoodie.
- > return.
- " Let's get this on. It's only going to cover your front, but it's big. You should manage."
- > Head in, guide the legs into the arm holes, hood up..
- " There. "
- > She's snuggly wuggly inside a hoodie.
- > flip on the outside lights.
- " Think you can make it back? "
- > " Anonymous, I'm a grown woman. Grown...this, I mean. "
- > Open the door and let her out.
- > lounging, waiting for mom to get back from her 'walk'.
- > hear a banging on the door.
- > investigate
- > oh, it's mom.
- > " Anonymous, open up. It's cold out here and you need to wash your hoodie. It smells of elderberries. "
- > Open the door
- > " Well, that's done. "
- > You briefly think about checking if she wiped, but you don't feel the need to examine her asshole.
- > The TV's still on, so the two of you wander back over to check the news.
- > Only one school shooting today, only five died. Typical kid with a automatic rifle.
- " Honestly, if you're just going to shoot five kids, why bring an automatic? Doesn't that negate the whole idea of 'I can fire two hundered rounds a minute'?"
- > " Anonymous, that's terrible! Just think about those families and how sad they must be! "
- > Mom rears up and bonks you on the head with a hoof.
- > " I know that I'd be just die if you were to get shot."
- > She's tearing up. This is bad.
- > Initiate hug.
- " I'm not getting shot today. "
- > " Hopefully not any day, pumpkin. "
- > Change the channel.
- > A comical voice announces that this time, Garfield would face his biggest lasagna yet- IN SPACE!
- > You feel your brain begin to rot as the theme for Garfield and the Dimensional Rift begins to play.
- > " Why don't you play one of your games? You always have fun doing that. "
- > That's not a bad idea. Does playing video games while next to someone else count as family time?
- > Well, she suggested it.
- " As you wish. "
- > You rummage around your stack of boxes and pick out a few unfinished ones.
- > Do you play
- > A, Dark Souls
- > B, Oregon Trail
- > C, Monster Girl Quest-Playbox editon
- B
- > you awkwardly bump the start button of the Xbox while searching, and the screen lights up.
- > draw your head from the confines of the vidya box to see what's in it.
- > Hear an eerie silence, then the digitized tune of 'The Star Spangled Banner'
- > not a bad option.
- > " What's this, Anonymous? Oregon Trail? I played this a few times, at school!"
- " And how did it go? "
- > " Everyone died when the van tipped. "
- " Such is life on the trail. "
- > You exchange knowing nods and assume the controller.
- > You get around to naming your party.
- " Any suggestions? "
- > You prompt her for names.
- > " Name mine Katherine, yours Sweetie, and one... Batman. "
- " Batman? "
- > "Batman."
- > Your party consists of Katherine, Sweetie, and Batman.
- " We've got two more. Should we name one for..."
- > You don't have to finish the sentence to see that it's beginning to unhappy her.
- " ...Noodles? "
- > That was your dick daschund that you shot.
- > " Yeah! Name the last one Pepperoni and Cheese. "
- > That's a rather odd request, but you do it.
- > Katherine, Sweetie, Batman, Noodles, and Pepperoni and Cheese embark.
- > Get the required supplies, but little food. Bullets, because fuck you bufallo.
- > " Aren't you going to get food?"
- " Bullets are lighter, and the little game's the funnest part of this. "
- > " If it's not fun, don't play it. You don't have to do it for me. "
- > She tries to rub your shoulders in a loving way, but she ends up knocking you on the head.
- > " Oh, sorry hun. "
- > Two hooves flood your vision as she lays on your back, with a weight pressing you over slightly.
- > Feel the lightest pressure on the knocked area.
- > " There. Mommy will make it better. "
- " Mooom. "
- > You groan. You're not twelve anymore.
- > Get an idea.
- > set down the controller, grab a hoof in each hand.
- > suddenly pitch downward like you were attempting to autofellatio, without the dick in your own mouth bit.
- > Your reward is a whooping howl as she is heaved into the air, landing on your back with a resounding thud.
- > The game is disregarded. Good news, because you've recieved an early gift-as soon as you set out, Batman got a snake bite.
- > " Anonymous! Never do that again! "
- > Her voice sounds angry, but the laughter she's having to say it through betrays her true feelings.
- " Never do what again? This? "
- > Suddenly arch your back, then quickly retract it to throw her back up.
- > " ANOOON! "
- > She lands back on you with a thump.
- > " No more! I'm an old woman-I'll break! "
- > She manages to sputter it out between eruptions of laughter.
- > release her, dumping her onto the couch.
- " Don't seem so old to me. "
- > Poke her in the belly.
- > " I'm an old woman in spirit. "
- > She's beginning to calm down.
- > Hear a loud gurgling drown out what remnants of laughter she's still expelling.
- > Look at her.
- > " That's you, hon. "
- > Oh, right. You gave Mom breakfast, but didn't get anythign for yourself.
- " Let's go have lunch. "
- > Mom rolls off of the couch and onto her feet-hooves.
- > " Excellent idea. Pizza's in the fridge. Get cooking, sugarlumps. "
- > Oh, right. No thumbs, no cooking.
- " You really should have taught me to cook beforehand. "
- > That draws a smile from her and a playful knock on the knee.
- > " Quit your bellyaching, it's not that hard. Your grandmother taught me, and I made it. "
- > retrieve the pizza box.
- > " You just take the whole thing out, plastic and all. "
- " You take the plastic out of the box, or you take the pizza out of the plastic? "
- > " Pizza out of the plastic. "
- > " Preheat the oven. Temperature's on the box. "
- " As you wish. "
- > preheat that oven.
- > wait.
- > ding.
- > " Now just slide the pizza on the top rack. No platter or dish, just slap it on there. "
- > acquire pizza, approach oven.
- > Reach towards oven door handle, but your mother blocks your hand with a hoof.
- > " Don't forget an oven mitt. I don't want you to burn yourself. "
- > Thankfully she kept the oven mitts on a rack next to the oven.
- > Equip one, slide the oven mitt on, slide the pizza onto the rack.
- > " And now we wait. Just hit 'cook time' until it's around twenty eight. "
- > do that.
- " So, I'll be setting the table? "
- > Mom smiles at you, brushing your dangling hand with her hoof in a primitive hand hold.
- > " Take your time. "
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