Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20160611134811/@comment-26948101-20160616001220

After a lengthy silence in which I drink in the sight of the voluptuous, mosnter-ized MILF with leonine features gazing at me hungrily with those cat's eyes- forgetting all too quickly that this was once my mother- I manage to find my voice.

"Mother......I......I could never lie to you." I murmur, looking away. This whole chain of events is too much for me to take in.

"You should know that....." I say quietly. "You should know that I have the most confused boner of all time right now...."

Her features fall, as though she knows her youngest son is up to something.

"He's stalling." She says to the other manticores. "Find them....."

"THEY KNOW!!! RUN!!!! I scream out loud enough for my other brothers to hear.

Domme-mom let's out an angry hiss, but I'm not through disappointing her yet. Although manticores can fly- or at least glide- that ability is negated once indoors like the four of them are right now. Before either one of them can make a move, I scramble to place myself in the doorway to the hall leading up to the stairs where I can only assume my brothers still are and brace for impact. I hear a crash behind me as the back door slams shut- they must've dropped mom's little BDSM time capsule and hoofed it after hearing me warn them.

I do my best to fill up the doorway as all three manticores run into me. The longer I don't budge, the more time I will have brought for my brothers to try and get away. The three are leaning and shoving on me, but I don't move right away. Finally, it occurs to the one closest to me to knock me aside with her tail and I'm on the ground in no time flat with the wind knocked out of me. In a flash, the three younger ones are gone- in hot pursuit of my brothers.

My heart fills with dread as I hear the slow, deliberate padding of feet approaching me prone form from behind. Since the three that had been tormenting me all week were gone, that could only mean it was my Domme-mom. I was expecting her to tackle or grab me, but instead she simply kept walking towards the sound of the crash without saying a word to me.

Wondering what was happening, I slowly try to get to my feet. The padding of Domme-mom's leonine feet hardly register anywhere in my consciousness until I'm on my knees and feel something roughly thrust under my chin.

A riding crop.

I look up and see it being held by Domme-mom's right paw. I can only gulp.

In her other hand is a coil of rope and what looks like a wiffleball gag, no doubt meant for me. Chief Goddess knows what else she's managed to salvage from that trunk.

There doesn't seem to be much point in running as I look up at her like an errant child who's now in deep trouble with her mother.

"Disobeient brats need to be punished" she tells me sternly as she gives me a relatively light tap on the cheek with the riding crop.

I know that this is just the beginning, though....