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>You are Twilight Sparkle
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>And you can't believe you finally did it!
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>It wasn't even that hard, really
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>You just used a benzine solution to scrape the ink off of an old photo ID you found in the cupboard, and then used your custom hyper-precise printer to replicate a fake one for yourself
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>Officially, you're Midnight Shiney, a 21-year-old girl, and old enough to drink alcohol and gain entrance into L'arracher, Canterlot's most upstanding lesbian bar
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>As you step through the double doors and into the glowing-pink main room, your entire body starts to tingle
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>Well, one place in particular
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>You're really glad you wore the extra-strength panties today, because they're about to weather a monsoon
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>At fifteen years old, you're still a kissless virgin
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>In fact, you've never even been able to admit your attraction to women, let alone act on it
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>Hell, you haven't even held hands with a girl
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>But that's all about to change
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>You're gonna find a pretty girl and hold her hand all night long!
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>Your mouth begins to water as you scan the room
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>The air is clouded with cigarette smoke and clouds of vape, the smells combining into something almost like an aphrodisiac as you inhale them
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>The place is already crowded, filling your vision with the nubile bodies of women in their late twenties, most of them wearing only enough to meet basic public standards
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>Your eyes nearly roll back in your head in pleasure as you begin to make your way deeper into the club
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>Occasionally, some girls glance over at you, but they don't seem to take much notice
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>Now that you think about it, you probably seem kinda plain, dressed in your school uniform and looking like a fifteen-year-old
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>They're probably terrified to look at you, now that you think about it
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>The last thing they want is to be considered a pedophile
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>You'll show them you can be mature
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>C'mon, Twilight, time to put those seduction books you read to good use
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>You turn around, spying a white-haired biker chick sitting alone at a table
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>Casually, you slide into the booth next to her
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"H-hey, babe."
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>The biker chick just stares
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>"Uh... yo, what the fuck?"
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"Something w-w-wrong, sweethear? If there is, I c-can make it all g-g-good again... heh..."
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>She stares
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"W-with my tongue."
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>She stares really hard
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"On your p-p-pussy."
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>Biker-chick blinks, then stands up from her table
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>"Yeah, nope, I'm not going back to jail. Do you have any idea what women's prison is like?"
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"Hey, w-w-wait! I'm g-grown up, I promise! Watch!"
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>You glance around the room, noticing a gleaming stripper pole just a few feet to your left
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>This is your chance!
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>Sure, you have no idea how to actually pole dance, but how hard could it be?
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>You'll rock that pole and show her that you're old enough
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>Jumping up from your seat, you sprint to the pole and grab ahold of it
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>...now what?
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>You start awkwardly bobbing up and down, holding it with one hand while the other begins to fumble with the buttons of your vest
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>Maybe if you take some clothes off, the other girls will notice you!
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>You start spinning in clumsy circles, finally getting your vest off
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>Next you unbutton your shirt, letting everyone in the room see your purple tummy and your training bra
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>This... this feels awesome!
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>You close your eyes, rocking to the place's ambient music...
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>And that's when you hear it
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>The voice you'd never expect, or want, to hear in a place like this
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>"Twilight Sparkle! What on earth are you doing here!?"
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>You open one eye, dreading what you'll see
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>Your mom is standing ten feet away from you, staring at your dance routine in horror
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>And she's only wearing a bikini top and booty shorts
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"M-m-m-m-mama?"
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>Velvet just stares at you, beyond horrified
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>A second later, she realizes how much of her own body is exposed, and tries to cover more of her breasts with her hands
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>"Twilight! You know you shouldn't be in a place like this! This is a--"
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>You start freaking out, immediately curling into a little terrified ball at the base of the stripper pole
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>The biker chick from earlier just shakes her head, as if to say "not even touching this one," and leaves
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"I'm s-s-sorry mama! I promise I'm n-not like this! I'm r-r-r-really not! Please don't hate me, please d-don't hate me, please don't hate me..."
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>You start grabbing at your hair, trying to think of an explanation
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"I'm j-just trying to do research for m-my, uh.. .s-school project! On lesbian c-c-culture! And then I, uh... saw this p-pole and my, uh... s-shirt fell off..."
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>Nearly everyone in the bar is staring at you now
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"I'm j-just so lonely! Please don't h-hate me! I'm j-just... s-so lonely..."
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>You start to cry, in front of everyone
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>Velvet, for a moment, can only stare
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>And then her motherly instincts kick in
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>Not caring that she's just a forty-year-old woman dressed like a rave slut, she sprints to your side and wraps her arms around you in a warm, comforting hug
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>"Of course I don't hate you, Twily. I never would. Let's just... let's just get you out of here, okay?"
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>The moment her arms circle you, you lean into Velvet's embrace, trying really hard to stop from crying
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>You can't, but you feel yourself beginning to calm down as she pulls your body against hers
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>Since you're about a foot shorter than she is, your head ends up resting against her barely-covered breasts
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>She's so warm and soft; even if she's your mom, it feels indescribably good to have someone else touching you
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>Acting like they love you...
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>You nuzzle your face against her chest, wishing you could stay like this forever
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>Unfortunately you can't, because you're currently sitting in a weird family-issues heap in the middle of a lesbian nightclub
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>"Come on, sweetie. Let's go home."
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>Velvet takes ahold of your hand, helping you to stand
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>Together, the two of you talk out of the club
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>You keep yourself pressed against her, finding warmth and security with your face on her chest
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>She leads you to her car, which is parked just outside the place
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"I'm s-s-so sorry..."
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>"You've got nothing to apologize for, sweetie."
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"W-what I did was g-g-gross... and w-wrong..."
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>"No!"
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>Velvet grips your hand, squeezing it
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>"There's nothing wrong with you. Here, let's..."
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>She sighs
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>"Let's go get ourselves some dinner and forget this happened, alright? I'll take you to that Hibachi place you love."
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>Kisses your forehead, and you feel your crying beginning to subside
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"O-okay," you sniffle
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>But when you get into the car with your mom, a very obvious question starts to tickle the back of your mind
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>As Velvet pulls out of the club's parking lot and into the darkened Canterlot streets, you nudge her shoulder
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"Hey, m-m-mom?"
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>"What is it, sweetie?"
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>Her voice is gentle and motherly, but you can hear the slight tinge of nervousness coloring it
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>She knows what you're going to ask
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"Why were y-you there? And, um, w-why are you dressed like..."
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>Velvet blushes furiously, trying to turn herself in such a way that shields her skimpiness
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>"I, uh, well, you see, sweetie..."
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>She lifts a hand to her mouth, starting to chew her hails
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>On her wrist, she's got a bracelet that reads "Bad Bytch"
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>"I was, you know..."
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>Velvet sighs, and you notice that she's blinking back tears of her own
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>"I've been... lonely. Since the divorce with your father. I thought I'd try something different, and I liked it. A lot. I'm... sorry if that upsets you. I love you just as much as I ever have. I just... I was so lonely..."
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"I... I'm sorry, mom. I didn't know."
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>You curl up in the carseat, tucking your legs against your chest
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>She's been lonely too?
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>You sneak a glance at Velvet, your brain trying to process what you just heard
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>She's like you?
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>How much of what you've felt-- the confusion, the shame, and the guilt --has she been going through too?
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>Your eyes trail down her body, and you realize that her right hand is resting on her thigh while her left grips the wheel
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>With shaking fingers, you reach out and take ahold of that hand, squeezing it like you would when you were little
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>Velvet looks surprised, for a moment
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>Then she squeezes you back
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>"You know... how about we just go home, sweetie? How does that sound?
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>You nod
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"I'd l-like that."
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>At some point, you must have dozed off
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>When you wake up, you're alone in the car
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>There's nothing around you except darkness, and the sound of something scratching at the roof of the car
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"H-hello? Who's there?"
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>"Onii-chan~"
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"What?"
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>"Oniiiiiii-chan~"
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>Something large, dark, and with too many legs skitters past the window
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>Immediately, cold sweat drenches the back of your neck
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"Please! W-who's there? I d-d-don't want any trouble!"
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>You try to scoot backwards in the car, but there's something behind you
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>No... multiple somethings
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>Dozens of chittering bodies press against you, scrabbling against your bare skin with their horrible feelers
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"N-no! Help! S-s-someone help!"
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>"Onii-chaaaan~"
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"NOOOO!"
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>"Twilight!"
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>Velvet shakes you awake, staring at you with concern
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>You glance around wildly, your heart hammering in your chest
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"O-oh, I... I m-must have had a bad dream."
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>Velvet smiles at you, wiping sweat from your forehead
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>"Well, we're home now, sweetie. C'mere."
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>She hooks one arm under your legs and one under your shoulder, lifting you up into the air
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>The strain is evident on her face, but she bears your weight
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>"Just like when you were little. Remember?"
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"H-hah, yeah..."
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>You lay your head on her shoulder and let her carry you inside
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>There's something cozy and safe about being in your own living room after such a chaotic day
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>And that feeling is intensified tenfold while your mom's holding you
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>As you curl into the warmth of her embrace, you wish you'd never have to leave
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>She runs her fingers through your hair, cooing to you in a way you haven't heard since you were five
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>"So? Whaddaya wanna do, sweetie?"
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"H-huh?"
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>"We've got the whole night to ourselves, now. Since, you know, neither of us have a date..."
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>She's blushing a little now
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>"We could have our own little date night, right? Just the two of us. If you want to, of course..."
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"Y-yeah! Definitely!"
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>You give Velvet a little squeeze
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"I, um... I've h-honestly kinda missed getting to spend time w-w-with you."
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>"Aww."
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>She kisses your forehead, and your entire face starts to tingle
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>"I've missed being with you too, sweetie. I'm really sorry we drifted apart."
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"N-no! It's not your fault at all! I w-w-was kinda of, um..."
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>You lay your chin on her shoulder, looking at the ground
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"I was k-kind of avoiding you. I thought if you found out t-that I'm... y-you know... that you'd be upset."
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>Velvet lays her hand on your side, gently rubbing along your body
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>"Upset? Sweetie, there's nothing wrong with the way you are. In fact... I'm kinda happy to hear it."
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"R-r-really?"
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>"Of course. It means I'm not alone anymore. It means we can... we can figure this out together."
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>In the darkness of your living room, you can see Velvet smiling as she holds back tears
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>"And besides, no matter how you are, I'll always love you."
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>She kisses you again, on the cheek this time
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>"No matter what."
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>For a moment, you can't think of anything to say
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>You feel breathless, and your head is swimming
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>She's being so nice to you...
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>You can't even remember the last time anyone was this loving towards you
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>When you try to speak, your tongue feels thick and heavy in your mouth
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"I, uh... y-you..."
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>"Hmm?"
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"Y-y-y-you want me to make dinner!? For our d-d-d-date! It c-can be a dinner date, I mean!"
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>Smooth
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>"You'd make dinner for me?"
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"I, uh... I c-c-can try..."
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>"That sounds great!"
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"C-c-cool. I'll j-just, um... s-stand up now..."
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>You plant one foot on the floor, then the other, and begin to pull yourself up
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>As you do, though, your hand trails across your mom's chest, pressing against it to balance yourself
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>Due to the skimpiness of her bikini top, you can feel all the warmth of her breasts seeping into your palm
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>Her skin is like silk against yours, and you swear you can feel little goosebumps along her curves
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>Velvet smiles, not seeming to mind that your practically groping her
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>"What'll you make?"
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"I, uh..."
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>Shit, that's a good question
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>The most complex thing you've ever cooked is a Hot Pocket
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"W-well, uh, I c-c-could..."
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>You glance over at the kitchen, wondering what might be over there
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"...uh..."
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>Quick, Twilight, think of a food you like
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"P-Pop Tarts! I could make P-Pop Tarts!"
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>Velvet just stares at you for a moment
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"I m-mean, uh..."
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>She throws her head back, laughing hysterically
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>"Pop-Tarts? That's our fancy dinner?"
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>You start to wring your hands
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"I, uh... I c-can do better! I'm sorry..."
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>"No! No, that's fine! Pop-Tarts are fine!"
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>Velvet clutches her stomach, laughing so hard she's crying
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>"There should be some in the pantry," she says, wiping tears from her face
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"O-okay..."
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>Velvet watches you walk into the kitchen, still clutching her abdomen as little giggle-fits rock her body
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>"Good Lord, Twilight... I love you so much."
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"I-I love you too! A l-lot!"
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>You make a little kissy-face at her, which makes Velvet giggle
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>She returns it, blowing you a kiss
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>Your heart flutters, and the place where she kissed you earlier still feels tingly and warm
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>Turning your back to her, you attempt a walk halfway between "sexy strut" and "excited skipping"
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>Unfortunately, the end result ends up making you look you're walking while trying to carry a water balloon between your butt cheeks
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>Your sock-clad foot slips on the kitchen tile, and you go spilling to the ground with a *smack*
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>"Twilight! Are you okay!?"
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>She jumps up from the couch, ready to rush in and help you
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"I'm f-fine! Just f-fell, heh..."
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>You stand up and brush yourself off
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>Your entire body is coursing with nervous energy, and not just from almost busting your ass
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>She cares about you so much!
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>You hum a little tune to yourself as you return to the living room with a plate of freshly-toasted brown-cinnamon Pop Tarts
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>As you enter, you pause to flick off the lights, shrouding the room in darkness
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>"Twilight?"
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"I t-thought it might be more moody this way. Y-you know, for our d-d-date..."
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>Velvet chuckles
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>"That's my girl. So romantic~"
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>She crosses her legs, scooting to one side to make room for you on the couch
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>You place the plate of Pop Tarts on the table, then head over to the TV
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"You w-wanna watch something?"
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>"Sure! What're you feeling?"
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"W-well, uh..."
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>The palms of your hands are strangely sweaty, for some reason
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>But you know the perfect movie to throw on
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>It's one she used to show you all the time when you were a kid
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>And best yet, it's easily the best romance movie ever made
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>Sure, this date's with your mom, but...
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>It still feels right to put on something romantic, especially with what the two of you have been through lately
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>You reach into the DVD drawer beneath the TV set and pull out your old, battered copy of The Princess Bride
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>Velvet beams when she sees it
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>"Good choice, sweetie."
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"I k-know, right? It's b-been so long since we've seen this."
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>"It has, hasn't it?"
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>You slide the DVD into the player, then return to the couch to sit with your mom
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>She's left you an entire square of it to yourself, but you don't care
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>You sit right up against her, resting your head on her shoulder
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>Velvet smiles, and wraps her arm around you
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>You snuggle into her side, breathing in the clean, flowery scent of her perfume
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"I m-miss doing this..."
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>"Me too. I can't believe I haven't held my baby girl in so long."
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>She rests her head atop yours, nuzzling your chin
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>And then the movie starts
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>From the first few minutes, and the first "as you wish," Velvet's eyes start getting misty
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>She sniffles a little, pulling you tighter against her
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>Neither of you say anything, but you're pretty sure what she's thinking
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>Mostly because you're thinking the same thing
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>You don't want to ever drift away from her again
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>In fact, if you could, you'd sit in this little embrace forever, with your head on her shoulder and the gentle rise and fall of her chest next next to yours
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>Halfway through, you're starting to drift off
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>As much as you love this movie, you're just too damn comfy to fall asleep
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>Plus, the thought of falling asleep in Velvet's arms makes you so happy you could cry
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>Just as your eyes are starting to close, though, Velvet takes her arm from around you and starts to fidde with the straps of her bikini
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>When she notices she woke you up, she glances over at you
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>"Sorry, honey."
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>She slips a finger under both the bikini's cups, adjusting them
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>"This is just a... a little uncomfortable."
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>You sit up, awake now
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"Oh. S-sorry."
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>"Not your fault. I can't believe I thought this horrible getup would be a good idea."
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"I d-dunno, I think it l-l-looks really good on you."
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>You speak the line before you realize how weird it probably sounds
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>Velvet glances over at you, her face unreadable
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"I m-mean, you pull it off well! Because your b-b-body works really well for it."
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>That didn't make things any better
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"Just, y-you know, it makes you l-look really, uh... n-nice. Not like s-sexy or anything. Well to other people p-probably but, you know... j-just nice. You look nice."
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>You can feel your face burning with embarrassment now, so you just shut up
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>Velvet stares for a second more, then her face breaks out into a smile
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>"Awww. You really like this?"
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"Y-yeah! You look great!"
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>"You sure? I was a bit worried about it. But if my little girl likes it..."
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>She strikes a quick pose
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>"Then that's good enough for me!"
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"Y-yeah..."
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>You cross your legs, not sure what to do now
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>Velvet stares down at her bikini top, frowning
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>"Still... it's starting to chafe a bit..."
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"Oh, n-no! It's totally cool if you w-want to take it off! I'm j-just glad I got to see it, you know."
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>"You're sure in a flattering mood tonight," Velvet says with a bit of a cheeky smile
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"Yeah. I'm r-really happy."
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>You give her a nervous smile
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>She reaches over to touch your face, returning it
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>"Me too. Now, time to get out of this horrible thing..."
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>Velvet raises her hands to the bikini's ties
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>"Oh, wait, what am I thinking? All my things are upstairs. Bleh..."
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>She's about to stand, but stops
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>"I really don't feel like going upstairs. It, uh... it wouldn't be too awkward if I just took this off, would it, sweetie?"
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"J-just took it off?"
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>"Yeah, you're right. I don't want to gross you out--"
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"N-no!"
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>Your outburst seems to startle her
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"I m-mean, uh... it wouldn't gross me out. Your m-my mom. I don't have any problem s-s-seeing your body. It's r-r-really nice. N-not in that way, of c-course! Just, you know... you always look pretty and... it w-won't bother me!"
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>Velvet raises an eyebrow
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>"You're sure this isn't gross? Because if you want me too, I'll change."
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"It's n-not gross."
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>"Ha, alright."
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>In one quick motion, she unties her bikini and lets it fall away from her chest
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>Her breasts, free of their confines, flop down against her chest like two huge, smooth scoops of vanilla ice cream
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>You stare for a second, then tear your eyes away when you realize what you're doing
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>They're... they're so big
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>Like you know they would be, but... damn
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>You can't help but feel a little jealous, thinking of how your own barely qualify as A-cups
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>Velvet breathes a sigh of relief, stretching out on the couch
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>Which, of course, just makes them jiggle
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>"Good Lord, that feels good..."
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>You stare
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>Oh sweet sapphic gods, do you stare
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>Your cheeks are burning, and a sheen of sweat starts to form on your forehead
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>"Dear? You okay?"
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>Velvet raises her arms to cover herself
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>"Really, if I'm making you uncomfortable..."
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"N-not uncomfortable! Fine! I f-feel fine! Just... r-really nice tits... I m-mean, uh... n-n-nice that IT'S, uh... time for d-dessert? Y-yeah!"
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>You turn around to sprint in the kitchen, trying to get away from the conversation before you say something even stupider
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>Unfortunately, your balance hasn't improved at all since the last time you visited the kitchen
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>The second your foot meets the tile, you're going down
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>And going down hard
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>You land face-first, smacking the ground with so much force that the pots hanging above the stove rattle
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"O-ow..."
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>"Twilight!"
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>You hear the clack of your mom's shoes on the tile as she sprints into the kitchen
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"I'm f-fine... ow..."
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>You roll over onto your face, feeling a nice bruise welling up on your cheek
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>Velvet crouches next to you, scooping you up in her arms
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>"Are you okay, baby? What hurts?"
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"H-here..."
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>You gesture to the bruise on your cheek
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>"Awww... c'mere, sweety..."
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>She cradles you against her chest, her naked tits pressing up against your neck
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>Immediately, your heart-rate skyrockets
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>You're sweating like a dog now, and your tongue feels so thick that you can't form the words to thank her
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>Velvet strokes along your cheek, cooing into your ear
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>"You gonna be okay?"
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"Y-yeah... I... g-guh... s-so warm..."
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>You let her hold you for a few more seconds, wishing you could just melt into her embrace
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>But then she picks you up, helping you stand
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>And those wonderful, pillowy breasts are gone from you
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>For now, at least
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>You tear your eyes away from them before you start to stare again
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"S-some icecream. I'll g-get us some, uh... y-yeah..."
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>You slink over to the freezer, dishing out some icecream for the two of you
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>But before you head back into the living room with Velvet, you rub an ice cube over your face
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>It doesn't do much to cool you off, unfortunately
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"C-calm down, Twilight. That's your m-mom out there. S-s-stop trying to make things w-weird! It's not like that's the f-first time you've ever s-seen boobs..."
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>It is, actually
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>But if you don't lie to yourself, you'll start feeling like a loser and probably cry
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>When you return to the living room, Velvet's curled up on the couch again
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>She has her shoes off now, with her bare feet propped up on the table
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>The only thing she's wearing now is her pair of booty shorts, which are barely more than a pair of panties made out of denim
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>You can even see the lacy hem of her underwear poking out around her waistband
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>"Uh... Twilight?"
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"Y-yeah, mom?"
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>"Any reason you're carrying half a dozen ice-cubes?"
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"N-no reason..."
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>You rub the handful across your forehead one last time, toss it aside, and sit next to her
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>Almost out of habit, she reaches her arm out and wraps it around your shoulders
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>You lean against her bare chest, resting your head on her shoulder
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>She hums contentedly, giving you a little squeeze
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>...
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>You're pretty sure you're about to have a heart attack
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>You're nearly the climax of the movie now; Wesley's paralyzed, but they're trying to drag him through the castle
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>Velvet has this whimsical, silly smile on her face
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>"I forgot just how much *fun* this movie is. Good choice, Twi."
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>She gives you a motherly little shake
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"Y-yeah..."
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>Your tongue feels too thick to speak, and you hope Velvet can't feel how hard your heart is pounding
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>Her naked breasts are barely two inches from your nose, looking male and milky in the dim light from the TV
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>You gulp, and slowly let your face start to slide down your chest
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>If you do it slowly enough, she'll just think you're getting sleepy, right?
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>Your cheek descends lower and lower down her body, until it reaches the smooth curve of the top of her right breast...
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>Velvet shifts underneath you, as she yawns, and your mouth ends up right on top of her nipple
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>"Ah~..."
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"S-sorry! Didn't mean to... a-ah... oh my g-god I'm s-so sorry..."
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>Velvet just laughs and pats you on the back
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>"Don't worry about it! C'mon, Twilight. You really think I'm bothered by you touching me?"
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"We... n-no... but..."
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>"C'mere. No reason to make this weird, baby girl."
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>She grabs you again, and pulls you into her lap
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>"Well... not any weirder than it already is, I guess."
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"Y-yeah..."
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>You try really, really hard not to stare at her tits
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>But you're unsuccessful; those soft vanilla-ice-cream scoops just won't let you look away
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>"What's up?"
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"N-nothing! Just... I w-wish I looked that good..."
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>"Aww. You're perfect just the way you are, sweetie! But I can understand being a little jealous~"
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>She wiggles her shoulders, letting her breasts jiggle in front of your face
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"W-whoa..."
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>"I know, right?"
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"They're a-amazing..."
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>You're fully aware of how perverted you're being, and you can feel the blush burning on your cheeks
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>But you can't stop yourself
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>They're right there, so perfectly, geometrically soft
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>Velvet curls her arms around you, pulling your face against her neck
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>"Heh. Don't sell yourself short, sweetie. You've got more than you give yourself credit for. I've walked in on you in the shower enough times to know, haven't I?"
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"H-heh... I should really l-learn to start locking d-d-doors..."
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>Somehow, even in all this weird, sexual insanity, Velvet's able to immediately calm you back down
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>You nuzzle your face into her, taking a deep breath of her perfume
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>It smells good in a way that transcends its flower fragrance
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>She smells safe
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>The movie plays on, and your overwhelming sexual frustration begins to fade
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>Who cares if she's naked?
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>Or if she's irresistibly attractive, enough to make your barely-pubescent loins scream?
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>Ultimately, just being held like this is better than anything else
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>You snuggle up against her, letting out a happy little sigh
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>She coos in your ear, then rests her head on top of yours
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>Up on the screen, the movie is finally reaching its climax; together, Wesley and Buttercup ride into the sunset as the narrator's voice fades in
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>'Since the invention of kisses...'
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>Velvet reaches up to her face, wiping away a single tear
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>"It's so beautiful..."
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"Yeah..."
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>Velvet sniffles, and you're surprised to realize she's almost crying
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>"T-thank you for showing me this, Twiley. I think I needed it."
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>She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, sighing
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>"I wish I knew what it was like."
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"What w-w-what was like?"
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>"Oh, nothing. Just... it must be wonderful, you know. To have someone who cares about you like that. Who'll do anything for you."
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"Y-yeah..."
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>You curl into a little ball in your mom's lap
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"It's is p-pretty great."
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>"Oh? You have someone like that?"
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"Of c-course I do."
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>You lift your head, looking Velvet in the eye
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"It's y-you, mama."
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>Velvet just stares at you, stunned, tears brimming in her eyes
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>For a moment, the two of you can only watch each other, both of you wrapped in the other's embrace
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>And then the kiss happens
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>You're not sure who started it
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>But both of you wanted it
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>And so you find yourself with your mouth pressed against hers, her lips flushed and quivering under yours, and her cheeks stained wet from her tears
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Mama's Girl (Twilight - Incest - Lewd)
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