Isabella Mongoose Story

Isabella Mongoose Story First Part: Written by TikTikKobold for a friend's Birthday and for the pervs over on /sthg/

New Mobotropolis has never been more lively. In the five years since the defeat of Dr. Ivo “Eggman” Robotnik by the hero, Sonic the Hedgehog, peace  reigned supreme on the Planet Mobius. And because of this, the life of Councilwoman Isabella Mongoose has been more and more monotonous, with most decisions coming down to petty politics in the nearly utopian society. So, that’s why she leaves the council chambers wishing that something, anything, would spice up her life.
“Mooom!”Isabella doubletakes when she sees the speaker standing in the atrium  “Mina…?” she asks, holding her arms out to hug her child
Mina practically tackles her mom, wrapping her arms around the councilwoman and nuzzling her cheek. “I’ve missed you so much!”
“Is something wrong? What happened to your world tour?”
Mina shrugs and grabs her mom by the wrist, pulling her along. “Eh, let’s not talk about work. Come on. When was the last time we had a heart-to-heart?”
Isabella sighs. “Far, far too long, dear.” she says. “Shall we go to your place or mine?”
“Neither,” the pop idol says. “There’s this place down the way that’s really sweet.
“Uh, okay. Well, lead the way!”

“Mina…”
“Yeah?”
“When you said you knew a place, you didn’t mention that it was a bar.”
“What’s the matter?
The chattering of mobians fresh off of work and winding down fills the establishment. There’s an atmosphere of camaraderie here, which is added by the bright-eyed turkey tending the bar.
“Hey, Fanny,” Mina says, sitting in one of the barstools. Isabella follows suit.
“Always a pleasure, Miss Mongoose, and welcome, Councilwoman Mongoose.”
“Please,” Isabella says, holding a hand up. “Isabella.”
Fanny nods. Mina orders the first round, and it comes quickly. Isabella takes a sip and sighs. “A little stronger than what I’m used to, but it’s not bad at all.”
“I learned a lot of new things out on tour,” Mina says. “Expanded my worldview. Tasted different experiences.”
“Sounds lovely. Must be nice to have a career as exciting as yours.”“Aw, come on. How many times was the council chambers the scene of some crazy villain’s evil plan? Can’t tell me that’s boring, getting to see Sonic ‘do it to it’ so often”
Isabella chuckles, swirling her drink and watching the ice clink around. “Believe it or not, he causes more headaches than he fixes. Smaller headaches, but headaches nonetheless. And besides, after awhile, the whole apocalyptic scenario thing does get a bit repetitive,” Isabella remarks, a smirk on her face as she calls for another round. “But what about you.  Why are you here?”
Mina sighs, swishing her drink around before she chugs the rest, slamming the glass on the bar. “I… I needed to see you,” she says.
Isabella sits up straight. “What… what for?”
Mina shrugs as she contemplates her new glass a moment, before taking another shot. “I just… miss our talks, you know? Pretty much my whole life, I only really had you. I never had any real friends, growing up, that is. Sure, we were safe for awhile when Robotnik first took over, but… when you were taken from me, I… I was so lost, like my entire life had been flung to the wayside. I was so distraught, I tried to run right in there and rescue you,!
“Aw, sweetie,” she says, placing a hand on her daughter’s shoulder, and giving her a warm squeeze. “You have a hero’s heart. You get that from your father, rest his soul. But, you don’t need me anymore. You were still a young lady back then. Now, you’re a full grown woman, with all the money she could ever hope to have, and a boyfriend who loves her ver-”
Mina’s glass trembles in her hand, and Isabella leans in, whispering. “Mina, what happened?”
“I… I broke up with Ash…” Mina says, taking another drink.
Isabella takes a quick sip herself, feeling the nerves starting to get to her. “Well, did… did he do something? Did he hurt you?”
She bats some tears from her eyes. “Nah… nothing like that,” Mina says, smiling whimsically. “It’s just… we realized we’re better off as friends. We grew up, grew older, grew wiser, you know? All that boyfriend/girlfriend stuff was young highschool romance stuff.” she raises her hand for another round, but leans over slightly off of her stool.
Isabella catches her and stands up, feeling the whirling effects of the alcohol herself. “Alright, baby, I think it's time we get you somewhere to sleep this off.”
“Yeah…” Mina sighs, leaning into her mother’s shoulder as the two women leave the building.
They step out to the platform in front of the establishment, and Nicole conjures up a taxi for them both. Isabella slides in first, helping to guide Mina into it as the car drives them back to the council woman's home. Isabella places her hand upon her daughter’s thigh, squeezing it tenderly as she gives the girl a soft smile. “You can nap if you want, that’s fine by me.”
Mina sighs, resting her cheek upon Isabella’s shoulder. “Mmm, thank you…” she sighs, her eyes closed.
Isabella feels that warm joy that’s been missing from her since her daughter left the nest and leans in, pecking Mina upon the forehead. “Sweet dreams,” she says.
Mina turns her head and kisses back, her lips pressing against Isabella’s. The two share that sweet peck for a moment, but then, Mina’s mouth opens slightly, her tongue licking against Isabella’s lips. “Mmm, I love you…” Mina whispers, before snuggling up against her shoulder once more.
Isabella hops back, her heart beating a million miles a minute. That singular moment, that shock of the feeling of her daughter’s tongue, that surprises her more than what she would expect. But not for the reasons she thought it would. She clutches her hand over her heart and watches the resting girl, no, the woman. The one who couldn’t get the words out, the one who has always had boy trouble, the one, Isabella realizes, snuggles up closer to her than she has since she was a small child, pressing her thighs together to keep her hand between them.

Dragging her half-conscious daughter was not the first thing she thought she would do today, but having the young woman try to make out with her certainly was. But, Isabella takes her in easily enough and puts her upon her bed. Gently, she takes Mina’s shoes off and places a cup of water with a pill for the inevitable  headache. Then, Isabella sat down. She looks over the digital files of all the photos she had of Mina, from when Isabella first held her baby girl in her arms and all the way through her life. In those first sixteen years, Isabella does notice that there isn’t any evidence of her playing with friends. She had been right this whole time. It had always been the two of them, at least until Sonic showed up. Isabella turned to her other collection--to her old diary entries that told of her own lonely childhood. The only time she had ever felt like a complete person wasn’t when Arthur rescued her. It wasn’t when they got married—it was when Mina was born.
Isabella grips the hand of her chair so hard, she digs into it. She slips up from her seat, shaking her head, and stepping out to the bathroom.
Cold water splashes onto Isabella’s naked golden body, yet, no matter how much she attempts it, she cannot cool down the suggestions in her mind. She cannot erase the moment in time where Mina’s tongue tried to touch hers. She cannot banish the feeling building up within her. “Mina…” she pants, turning the dial to a more palatable warmth, her free hand, once dangling down, twitches, moves closer, brushes up her thigh, teases at her lips.
Broken breaths rise up from the councilwoman, the mother, the woman, and she bites her lip, trying to hold back the sounds rumbling from her throat. She’s a monster, a freak, she knows that, thinking like this, but… her body hasn’t felt this way in a long… long time, and not only does it scare her, but it excites her.
The door clicks and Isabella’s eyes flash open. She looks over towards the curtain, seeing the shadow standing on the other side. “M…Mina..?” she gasps, catching her lust in her throat, but fighting to not make it visible. “S… something wrong, baby?”
Mina says nothing, but instead, reaches up to her headband and pulls it off.
Isabella’s eyes widen, her mouth agape as she whispers “no…”
The shadow continues its movement, hands going down along her sides, hooking under her top, and lifting off.
Isabella’s hand moves to the dial, her breasts heaving in her deep breath, her heart threatening to break out of her chest.
A yellow hand grabs the curtain, and pulls. Standing on the other side is Mina, naked, looking to Isabella with half-lidded eyes. She steps in and pulls the curtain behind her.
They look to each other a moment, their eyes never breaking contact for that blip in time that lasted for an eternity, and then, as suddenly as it began, it ends as both women grab at each other, their mouths pressing together, their arms entangling around their backs.
No more words are exchanged between the two women for a good while. Instead, they dance in the shower, their tongues entwining, their fingers fumbling over wet fur and weaving through violet hair. The only sounds they give are the heated grunts that come with their exertion, the growls from when the other pulls away, and the gasps as mother goes in, kissing at her daughter’s neck, hand cupping at her butt and brushing down her thigh, encouraging her to to lift her leg and wrap it around her mother’s body.
Isabella slams the water off, letting the last drops trickle down from their bodies, but she slips a bit, only for Mina to lean forward and catch her. The sudden fall breaks the spell of uninhibited lust from the both of them, and they are left, once again, staring at each other, their eyes now showing that shock, that confusion, that Isabella once had on her own.
Mina shakes her head and steps out of the shower. “I… I’m sorry,” she murmurs, scooping up her things and heading out the door.
Isabella stumbles out after her, not caring to get her own things as she grabs her daughter by the shoulder and spins her around. “Mina…” she breathes, her thumbs rubbing the younger woman’s shoulders.
“M… mom…?” Mina responds, her voice shaking.
Isabella wraps her arms around the girl, pulling her into to a strong, comforting hug. “T… this is new for me, too” she says, and from their squished chests, they can both feel it, how hard their hearts beat in the excitement and the fear that boils up between the two of them.
“I… I don’t know what to say…” Mina finally breathes out.
“You don’t have to say anything,” Isabella responds, stroking her hand through Mina’s wet hair. “I understand… really, I do…” and she leans in, kissing Mina on the forehead once again.
Mina looks up, taking a deep breath, and asks. “Mom…?”
Isabella places her finger upon Mina’s lip, shushes her, and whispers back. “You can call me ‘Isabella,’ if you’d like.”
Mina presses her lips gently upon Isabella’s lips. The older woman returns the favor, a light smack filling in the quiet of the home. “If it's all the same to you,” Mina says,  “I think ‘d rather just stick to calling you ‘Mom…”
Isabella pulls back a rogue clump of her own hair over her ears and says. “Well, it is getting late, and I have work tomorrow, so maybe we should-”
But with that, Mina locks her lips with Isabella’s once more, holding onto her mother’s wrists, and leads her back to the bedroom, leaving her clothing, and her reservations, behind.