Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35836714-20181006111100/@comment-34078162-20181124060123

Justheretowrite wrote: I take a seat by the desk, shooting nervous glances at the windows as I do, my dad was in Paladin scouts, and he sent me there, I had never gotten my clairvoyance badge, but he had come far closer.

"Can we close the blinds?"

The counselor turned her head 90° towards me, her neck stretching like rubber.

"Sure, no problem!"

She beamed at me.

"I want you to feel comfortable, after all."

She stood from her chair, her tentacles writhing as she walked to the window, grasping the plastic rod in an oddly sensusl manner, and twisting it slowly until the blinds were shut.

Immediately, I set to work, grabbing a permanent marker from my backpack, I drew my best vision-proofing runes.

They immediately began to glow, so he had been watching us!

I sit down, peace of mind restored.

The school counselor, Ms. Au'Gaol, proceeded to take a seat, not in the rolling chair behind her desk, but next to me on the couch.

"Now, Timothy, are you aware why you were sent here today?"

"Not really, Ms. Au'Gaol, I've been fine so far as I know, and I haven't broken any rules."

"It's not that. . . As you may know, being school counselor grants me access to otherwise confidential information, and I am aware that you attended paladin scouts in middle school."

I glance at the still glowing runes.

"Yeah, my dad went back in middle school, put me through to toughen me up, and protect me."

I notece a tentacle creeping behind my shoulders and over to my right temple, while another begins sneaking towards my left.

"And I also saw that you moved here from down town Lescatie, after the large surge in mamono population there?"

"Yeah, real shame, I had a lot of good friends there."

She presses the tendrils against my head, her beautiful green eyes glowing faintly.

"And I am also aware that you've remained single into your fourth year at this school?"

"Yeah-"

I feel old memories swimming to the surface of my mind, one of the time I first saw the Manticore tails mounted over the desk in my father's study, still writhing, and how they reached towards me.

Another memory, of how he cut mother's blackened wings off with a pocket knife, and sawed off her horns, and cut off her tail with a steak knife. All the while, her prayer club had looked on in horror, doing nothing.

I hadn't blamed them, if they'd stopped him, he'd have probably reported them to the local brotherhood, and then they would've been killed, or worse. Betraying the Order was worse than simply being a monster in their eyes.

A memory of me nursing mom back to health, a diet of homemade chicken-soup comforting, but insubstantial for a dark priest.

It had been comfortable, and her touch was, cheesily enough, angelic. I loved her already, and she loved me, it was like dating your hoodie.

But who, in their right mind, would want to f#%k their hoodie?"

Apparently, us.

Thoroughly.

And now I saw it all again, in mental high-definition.

By the end, her horns had begun to regrow, and new wings and a tail were budding from her wounded flesh.

Dad had been out, buying crosses, but he would soon be back.

She left soon after, and I hadn't seen her since.

That was three days before the "fall," really all that happened was a Lilim got her frisky hands on the mayor and some of her staff.

We had left Lescatie the following day, and dad had been single ever since.

Another memory surfaced, a few years earlier, my dad had beaten my best friend when he found out that she was an alp, something to do with her trying out prisoner fruit in a marketplace when she had been two.

I had only found out because she told me, I'd thought she was just an oddly friendly girl until then.

But dad had been "eavesdropping" again, and that was the last time I brought home a mamono friend.

I started, my face resting against the large breasts of Ms. Au'Gaol, her white tank-top showing off her bralessness.

Her tentacles still pressed to my head, her hands had been gently combing through my hair the entire time, and now she ran her fingers gently behind ny ears, clearing out the sweat.

I then realized that I had been extremely warm the enture time, and was thirsty.

"Could I go get a drink of water? I was really sweating while I-"

She giggled.

"Of course, here!"

She reached into a mini-fridge behind her desk, and took out a few bottles of water, handing one to me, she began to chug the other two.

I sipped mine slowly.

She finally finished, sighing contentedly.

"Sorry, that really takes a lot out of me, are you feeling well?"

She began re-buttoning her suit jacket, a nice beige, like her "knee"-length skirt.

"Yes, I feel okay."

"Hmm, alright, are you aware of any new impulses or urges that clash with your personality or prior worldview?"

She had begun to fill out a form on her clipboard.

"Does wanting you to give me a deep kiss and let me grope you cou-"

I stopped myself, terrified.

"Mmhmm, impulse control. . .reduced, body temperature-"

She stuck a tentacle in my mouth, beneath my tongue, and checked another box.

"Returned to normal."

"Okay, with what I've seen, you needn't return to your father if you don't want to, he's a danger to himself and others, and because of his connection to the fraternal order of the unholy exterminators, you'll be able to testify to put him behind bars."

She handed me a few papers.

"That's a document for requesting transfer of custody, normally I'd have you ask to go to the state, maybe get assigned to a yeti or a Jorou Gumo. But considering your particular situation and some other things I've seen, I would like for you to consider me as a potential alternative."

I looked at the form, and sure enough, there was a spot for requests, it was by names.

"I'm Candace, by the way."

Another giggle, clearly she was forcing them, but it sounded so pretty.

"Sure, why not, I'd love to have a mom again."

A few hours of paperwork and phonecalls later, and I'm walking into a small apartment with my own set of keys.

There's a couch, a box television, a small chess table, a small kitchen, and a small bed in a side room through the bathroom.

I lie on the couch, setting my suitcase by the T.V.

I hear the door, and see Candace walk into the bathroom, a few minute of humming, zipping, runsing, brushing, and ruffling later, and I hear a loud thump from the bedroom.

I'm finally dozing off when I feel myself being carried into the bedroom.

"What're ya doin, lemme sleep."

"My baby boy, don't you sleep on the couch, your place is with mommy!"

As she set me down, and I began to drift off to sleep, I noticed her fishing her breasts free of her purple nightgown.

She placed a nipple into my mouth, and sure enough, I was soon drinking Mindflayer milk straight from the source.

I had pleasent dreams that night, dreams about food and beverages, flowers and trees, mountains any valleys, hugs and kisses.

I was awoken by the fait reflections of the sunrise into the bedroom window, my face nestled between mother's soft breasts, my morning wood being caressed gently by a stray tentacle, just enough that it didn't hurt. She snored, cutely, while drooling into her pillow.

I nestled closer against her, it was Saturday, we had time to sleep in.

I latched onto her other nipple, quickly dozing off. Really liked the last few paragraphs. It's probably because I have a thing for breastfeeding, and mamono adopting humans