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- Mummy's Clothes (Satyr)
- Prompted by http://imgur.com/ERs5dfS
- "Garret. Son. What do you think you're doing?"
- >The room is lit only by a few, dim candles, but it's enough to see the blush spread from his cheeks, down his neck, and across his chest.
- >"Oh! Father! I... I was..."
- >He stutters and stumbles, unable to quite think of the right words.
- "You were just wearing my wife's underthings. Your mother's underthings."
- >Garret nods, but keeps his head low, staring at the floor.
- "How do you think she'd feel, eh? Knowing her son, a trusted family member, was rooting through her private things."
- >You see his shoulders start to shake.
- "Do you think she'd feel safe, living with you? Do you think she would even be able to look at you again?"
- >Pausing, you fix your scowl.
- "Do you think that she could ever forgive you?"
- >Garret snarls, and lifts his face, meeting your eyes.
- >"Mummy loves me, and I'd never do anything to hurt her! I love her to!"
- >You don't move.
- >Just continue to stare at him.
- "Except this would hurt her. I think it'd be best if she didn't have to find out about this, don't you?"
- >Garret calms, slightly.
- >"Father... Just what are you saying?"
- "That if she ever hears about this, it would break her heart, Garret."
- >Unhappily, he nods.
- "And I think it would be for the best if you weren't here when she gets home tonight."
- >He lets out a shocked gasp, raising a delicately manicured hand to his chest, before letting it drop, to the top of his thigh.
- >"Father... I... No...."
- >Cutting himself off, he turns away from you.
- >You grunt, and gesture for him to continue.
- >"Please, father, you have to understand!"
- >"She's... I'm jealous of her! She's so beautiful, and you love her! Why couldn't you ever love me?"
- >He bursts into tears.
- >They sparkle as they roll down his face.
- "Ga - son.
- "I've always loved you. And I always will. You're my son, and nothing changes that.
- "I... I just never got you, kiddo. You've too much of your mother in you. I love her, but I don't understand her."
- >His lip quivers.
- "Don't ever pull this sort of shit again, alright?"
- >He nods.
- "And burn those fucking clothes. You've stretched the crap out of them."
- Splashing
- "Garret. Son. Come site down here a minute."
- >He does so, pointedly avoiding your gaze.
- "I know we still don't exactly see eye to eye, but you're my son. And as such, we need to talk."
- >The red blush rising past his collar shows he remembers the underwear incident as well as you do.
- "But you're of an age now when you'll have certain urg-"
- >"THANKS DAD LOVELY TALK GOT TO GO NOW!"
- "Sit. Down."
- >He drops back to the sofa, lanky horse legs losing all strength beneath him.
- "What a stallion and a mare, or man and mare, or stallion and stallion; do in their own houses, in private, is just that."
- >He nods.
- >"Right, privates are private. Got it. Can I go?"
- >You ignore the snarky little fucker.
- "Sometimes, they might want to spice things up a little."
- >And with that, what little colour was in his his face, drains.
- "Your mother and I, for example... Well, I don't think you really need to know."
- >He nods, furiously.
- "But we shouldn't judge people by what they like in the sack."
- >"Even butt stuff?"
- "Especially butt stuff."
- >Garret sits back, and brushes a lock of hair from his forehead.
- "If a couple is into breathplay, that's fine. As long as they stay safe."
- "If a couple is into actually being an orgy, that's also fine. As long as everyone's clean."
- "And if that orgy is into bukake-"
- >"How did you know?"
- >This kid!
- >When will he learn to stop butting in?
- "It was all over your face, Garret."
- ...
- "You should probably clean up before your mother gets home."
- Sausage
- "Garret. Son. Get down here RIGHT NOW"
- >You hear a sigh, but there's no movement from upstairs.
- >Folding your arms in front of the apron that forms the entirety of your current wardrobe, you march over to the staircase.
- "I mean it, Garret! Get down here right this minute, or I'm giving this sausage to your mother!"
- >And... There we go.
- >That does it.
- >Banging, and shuffling noises that come from a teenage colt trying to get himself out of bed as fast as possible, without ruining his 'hairdo'.
- >"Father! You can't! You know how she gets when it's your sausage!"
- >Your lips pull back in a rough estimate of a smile.
- "It'll be going straight to her backside, son. You don't want that, do you?"
- >Seeing the first hint of a white hoof come around the corner of his room, you turn back to the kitchen.
- >He comes thundering down the stairs, the very foundations of the house shaking in place as he hurls himself through to the kitchen.
- >"I WON'T LET YOU!"
- >You turn, and quirk your head at him.
- "Let me?"
- >"MOTHER HAS BEEN WORKING VERY HARD FOR MONTHS, MONTHS! TO GET HERSELF IN SHAPE FOR THE BEACH. SHE'S BEEN GOING TO THE GYM EVERY. SINGLE. DAY."
- >She has.
- >The effort does not go unnoticed.
- >Or unappreciated.
- "She has. And that's why she deserves this."
- >"I WON'T LET YOU AND YOUR STUPID SAUSAGE RUIN HER BACKSIDE, FATHER!"
- "So you're taking it, then?"
- >He harrumphs, but snatches the sausage from the frying pan anyway.
- >Going back upstairs, he pointedly ignores Sapphire, turning his nose up as he walks past her.
- >"Hey sweetie. You want breakfast?"
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