>be smolanon
>be finally home alone for the week
>load up the clop
>this time it’s Trixie getting railed
 >your dopamine receptors are all numb and your orgasms aren’t as explosive
>pull pants down and start to jerk off in chair 
>clop clop clop
>clop clop clop on the door
>wait, on the door?
>get up from chair and put pants back on 
>open the door to your parents that forgot something
>instead it’s just Trixie
>”Watch in awe, at the Great and Nurturing Babysitter Trixie!”
>magical fireworks shoot off behind Trixie
>you wanted to be alone
>now you have one more annoying person’s rules to follow
>wait, she’s a cartoon pony
>and now she’s outside your door
Uh, hello Trixie?
>”Yes, Trixie is here! Now make yourself useful and get me some oats, you little squirt.”
>Trixie immediately starts walking through the door 
>she stops when she’s about to push past you and starts sniffing your shirt
>sniff snoof
>”Did Trixie call you a little squirt?”
>snoof 
>”You smell like a big, wet squirt…”
>Trixie rubs her snoot around your shirt some more 
Trixie, your horn is poking my face!
>she pulls back her head in a daze
>”Huh? You! Don’t talk back to Trixie! And where are Trixie’s oats?”
Oh, I’m sorry! Please don’t punish me!
>”Trixie will punish you if you don’t get her oats right now.”
>you run to the kitchen and try to remember where the oats are
>you grab the oat container and start walking back
>Trixie has came into your living room
>she is now laying down sideways on your couch
Here are your oats, oh great and powerful one.
>”Thank you.”
>she stares at you
What?
>”Well?”
Well what?
>”Well, aren’t you going to feed Trixie her oats?”
>you are confused because the babysitter usually feeds you snacks
Oh, ok. Do you want me to make you oatmeal?
>”Cook them? Yuck. Trixie doesn’t want to eat slop like a pig would.”
I’ll get a spoon for you, then.
>”Trixie doesn’t trust silverware. You will feed Trixie with your hand.”
But-
>”What did Trixie say about talking back?”
Yes, mom.
>you just realized your Freudian slip as soon as you spoke 
>”Mom? Did you just call Trixie your mommy?”
Oh, sorry Trixie I-
>"Anon, did you call Trixie mom or not?"
Yes, mom.
>"You just did it again! Do you want Trixie to be your mommy?"
Uh-
>"Then it's decided. You will call Trixie mommy from now on."
Yes, mommy.
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