Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27303410-20181111041818/@comment-36855838-20181111140105

I look at the camera, too shaky to be fixed, sure enough, a devil bug in tech crew gear is sitting on my kitchen counter.

I walk over to her, and shove my midle finger up her nose, and then point it at the camera.

I pick up the camera, unscrew some casing, and dunk it into the dirty dishwater of my kitchen sink.

I then hoist the devil bug by her armpits, and toss her nude indo my locked exterior control shower.

I turn the water on, and walk away while she pounds on the glass.

I get to the kitchen only to find my untouched TV dinner replaced with a bowl of beef stew. A pot of the stuff simmering on the stovetop.

Next to the bowl of stew, on a plate no bigger than my palm, are thin slices of one of those long breads.

I hear the scuff of something like a house shoe, and feel something sharp graze me, followed by a soft, warm, plush pressure on both of my aching shoulders.

I relax into the gentle massage, my worries momentarily forgotten, and judging from the feeling, I've landed a mammalian.

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The aching pressure lifted from my shoulders, I turn to see her, but she darts back behind me.

I feel myself being lifted up, and then she places me down in the chair with the stew.

I sit still, and then, I see it.

A long, tjich, red, bulbous tail, with large and small spikes around it's lip.

She does not strike, however, instead using it to pull in another chair so she could sit down.

"Well, dear, now you know what I am," she purrs, her voice deep and rumbling, and her paw draping over my chest, now tightened with terror,''"and by the feel of your body, it's scared you witless. Have some soup, Marcus, It'll calm you down."

I take a spoonful, I taste dry red wine, bay leaf, thyme, chicken broth, and the vegetables are plain as day, carrot, potato, peas.

"It's just bland. Not bad, but bland."

She rests her head on my shoulder, running the soft pads of her paws up and down my chest in rhythmic motions.

"Yes, they did ssy you preferred your meals hotter, let me try-" she swoops her tail over the bowl, and a few drops of venom squeeze out. I feel her hot breath on my ear sh she pants in what I can only guess is arousal.

It tickles my butt.

She removes her tail, I grab the spoon and stir, taking a small bite, the soup is indeed hotter, as if it had been made with peppers in the first place.

I feel myself growing hard, of course, but it's not as unbearable as I had expected. I finish the soup, and stand up. Before I can move, she's carrying me to the couch. We sit in the couch corner (L shape couch) and spoon, because of tail, she's big spoon.

I fall asleep with her stroking my hair. And when I wake up, I see my son sitting in front of me, his head resting on his right arm as he leans forward onto the couch.

His left arm is shoved uo her tail, and she's mumble-moaning about "like that? Want more?" something or other.

My head is thoroughly sandwiched between her hulkung breasts, and hers is resting on my left arm, my hand stroking her ear gently, it's so soft and fluffy.

I carefully extricate myself, careful to avoid bumping anyone with my now unfortunately raging hardon.

I fail, falling atop Al-p. ..

How I didn't notice those breasts, I will never know.

But I guess my daughter didn't want me to worry with everything else going on?

She's a good kid. Or rather, a good daughter, turned eighteen this febru-no, no, NO.

NOT going there!

Getting up, I fall over, my ankle grasped by human fingers.

I bend my hips back in the nick of time, and then hear Alex's yawn.

She pounces on me, a big smile on me as she goes for the embrace.

"Good morning dad, how're y-"

She looks down, her breasts jiggleng slightly as a look of surprise and embarassment fills her blushing face.

She settles back, and as she sits on me, I only get harder against her.

"D-dad?"

I swallow, hard.

"Yes Alex?"

"I'm hungry."

I sigh in relief.

"C'mon, I'll make baco-"

"No, the damn food never fills me up-"

"Then we'll find something that doe-"

"You know what will," she slides my pants down and pulls open her boxers hole with her tail, "you waaant this Daddy."

My breath grows shaky, and her innards coil so delicately, she shoves a nipple into my mouth, and begins to caress me, holding me against her.

I suckle, and to my surprise, a small amount of milk comes out.

She grins, pulling me in for a long kiss, her tongue greedy and invasive.

I soon explode, and she quietly pants on top of me, her walls clenching tight.

"Thank you, Daddy, I'm finally full again!"

We sit there awhile longer, her combing delicately through my hair with the backs of her fingernails.

I feel a tap on my shoulder.

"Thank you Amanda, you were right. I feel much better now!"

I turn to see Amanda, the Manticore.

"See, I told you he was delicious!"

She struck, her tail engulfing me daughter's arm faster than I could blink, venom jetting all over.

She hoisted Alex off me by the arm, and thenpicked me up by the armpits.

Soon we were standing next to the shower, a Khepri desperately trying to pick the lock.

I handed her the key, and soon after, Amanda chucked her in, locking Alex in, too.

She carried me to the bed, placing me in her lap, and as her tail descended, she purred.