When Mom's Away
When Matt and Jennifer's mom leaves to go to the store, the shire horse siblings suddenly find themselves alone in the house. What happens next? Exactly what you'd expect!
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This isn't the start of a new arc, just a quick intermission that doesn't push the overall plot along at all! So why did I write it?
In addition to posting here, I also post my stories on FurAffinity and InkBunny. While this site and FurAffinity do not allow AI-generated artwork to be posted, InkBunny does. I've been messing around with it a little and thought it might be neat to create an illustration to go along with story posts in the future, so I wrote this up and posted a picture with it on InkBunny to see if people liked it or not. I can't post the artwork here, but I figured I could still share the story!
As far as AI-generated artwork in general, I’m still not sure where I stand on it, but for someone like me who writes but cannot draw I think it has some applications. I always prefer real art created by real people and I support some of my favorite artists on Patreon/SubscribeStar and have for many years, but if you have no art skill (like me) and don’t want to spend a fortune on commissions I think it’s an all-right compromise as long as you’re upfront that it’s AI-generated imagery and aren’t charging anybody money for it.
That said, I understand why it's not allowed here and over on FA, and if I'm honest I think it's the right call. Half of InkBunny posts have become AI-generated artwork, which I don't think is a good development and is detrimental to artists. Probably my own bias, but in my opinion the best way to use it is as a supplement to something you actually did create. So for a writer they could create a simple illustration to accompany their story, and for an artist they could create a short scenario to add context to their art.
That brings me on to AI-assisted writing programs like ChatGPT. I've never used any programs like that, just artwork-related stuff, and I don't ever plan to. I guess for me it's easier to just write something on your own than it is to fool around with a program to spit out text that, despite being mostly right, is still just a little off in subtle, irritating ways. I can see parallels here for someone who is an artist; I'm certain there are people who are very skilled artists that just find making art on their own easier and better than fooling around with some program to plop out a product that is never quite right, inferior to what they could do on their own. They might have difficulty writing though -- we all have our skills, we all have our weaknesses -- so for them it might make perfect sense to use something like ChatGPT. It's a justification that is inverted to mine for using image generation, but if I look at it objectively I can appreciate that the mirror-image of my use case is just as valid. The main thing, I think, is for people to be upfront about something that utilizes this technology and not try to trick or deceive people with it.
There's also the whole issue of where the datasets for these programs come from in the first place. I have no doubt that entire art sites and writing sites, news sites and entertainment sites are ingested wholesale into these algorithms. I think content from all of us is being fed into them. The morality of that is... questionable, of course.
It's a big issue, and one I haven't made my mind up about yet. Certainly we're not going to solve it in the comments section of a porn story, but as I said, I am going to try to make a basic illustration to post with stories on IB going forward. If you want to see any AI-generated imagery I manage to post alongside stories in the future you can check out my account under the same name on InkBunny. If you don't care about that, just keep on reading my stories here! I'm not trying to promote one site or another and will continue to use all three, I just wanted to highlight some differences based on the posting guidelines of the individual sites. Writing is what I do and the only thing I'm any good at, so that will always be the bedrock of any content I produce.
Wednesday, December 29, 1997
“I'm going to the grocery store, you kids need anything?"
Matt and Jennifer didn't look up at their mom, who had her purse and car keys in her hands. They were splayed out on the couch – the same one Matt had knocked up their cousin Ellie on just a few days ago – watching TV. Laying down, Jennifer took up the entire couch with part of her leg and hoof dangling over the edge. Her little brother Matt was relegated to sitting on the edge next to the armrest with his sister's legs on his lap, but he didn't seem to mind. Their mom had noticed they seem to be much more comfortable around each other than they used to be, which was a nice change from the constant fighting just a few months ago.
“Chocolate pudding," Matt said, answering his mom.
“Already on the list," she answered.
“Shampoo. The kind I use," Jennifer said.
“Already on the list," her mom repeated. “Anything else?"
“I think that's it," Jennifer said, still not looking up from the TV. They were watching some weird game show on Quarterodeon where the kids were running around some kind of temple, trying and failing to assemble little monkey statues.
“All right then, back after a while!" The two shire horse siblings' mom said cheerily. Matt and Jennifer barely noticed as she walked out the front door.
Once again the contestants on the show failed to assemble the monkey statue, a shame forever immortalized in syndicated reruns. A temple guard bear-hugged him and dragged him off stage.
“Lift your leg up, I'm gonna get some chocolate pudding," Matt said as the show went to commercials. Just the weight of his sister's leg had him immobilized.
“Didn't you just tell mom you were out?" she said, not lifting her leg and keeping Matt on the couch.
“Oh yeah…" Matt said. Jennifer didn't respond and the next commercial came on.
Pudding was off the table, but Matt still wanted a snack. This commercial wasn't helping; Little Nelly's oatmeal cookies, the one with the cream filling. The actor broke one in half and the ooey-gooey white stuff was everywhere, lodged between the two cookies. The scene changed to the box with the cookies' name proudly displayed: Little Nelly's Oatmeal Cream Pies.
“Oh shit!!" Matt exclaimed without apparent warning?
“What?" Jennifer asked, still looking at the TV.
“Mom's gone!!"
“So?" Jennifer said dismissively, still not getting the message.
“So! Mom's gone! We can do it!"
Jennifer's eyes went wide and she jerked her head to look at Matt.
“Oh fuck! We can fuck!!" She yelled.
Jennifer immediately rolled off the couch. When she did, the leg that had pinned Matt in place was lifted off him, and he took off running for the stairs to go up to their bedrooms.
But his sister was too quick for him. She managed to reach out and grab hold of Matt's ankle before he made it two steps. Matt faceplanted into the carpet.
“Hey! Let go of me, temple guard!" Matt called out, trying not to laugh. Jennifer, too, had a broad smile on her face – they both recognized that this was like the game they played every Christmas, wrestling with each other, trying to be the first to open up presents. It didn't matter who won, the fun was in the jostling to get there first.
“I can't let you take the temple's treasure!" Jennifer called out. She could have easily tossed Matt behind her, but that was too easy. She was laying on her back, one hand on Matt's ankle, clinging to it in an over-dramatic way.
“That's what you think!" Matt said defiantly. Before Jennifer knew what her brother was doing, Matt pulled his trademark plaid pajama pants down, freed his nearly fully erect 14-inch cock and wiggled his legs out.
“I didn't need those anyway," Matt taunted. He started running towards, then up the stairs, his huge horse cock flopping side to side and his massive balls slapping loudly against his thighs. “We're doing it in your room!"
Jennifer just scrunched her nose and pushed herself up off the floor, then ran after her brother to her room. With their mom just making a quick trip to the grocery store, there was no time to lose.
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“Yes! Yes! Fuck me… fuck me… fuck my pussy… cum in my pussy… cum in me… cum in… oohhhh!!"
Jennifer's little brother, less than half her size but with a dick as long as her forearm, rode her from behind. At that moment he rammed the entire 14 inches of his thick, black shaft into her waiting, winking pussy. Jennifer hugged her pink pillow as she felt the pressure of his balls on her thighs as he hilted her, then the unmistakable feeling of his equine cockhead flaring inside her and the warmth deep inside as he pumped jet after jet of hot horse cum into her womb.
“Haaaahh… nnhhhaaahhh… ahhhh…" she moaned as pleasure that exceeded conveyance through words coursed through her.
The spurts began to ebb and peter off. A wordless minute passed, maybe two, with Matt's cock lodged inside her. Finally she could feel his flared head begin to soften, then she felt her brother start to back up on the bed, his cock sliding out of her. When his cock finally left her, it was, as she was now used to, followed by a torrent of cum that spilled out of her and onto the pink sheets on her bed.
Matt backed up, staring at his sister for a moment. He always loved this view of a mare: big butt up, tail lifted, legs spread, her freshly-fucked pussy right below that black donut of a tailhole drooling cum.
Jennifer was coming back to her senses now, the flood of endorphins to her brain fading. She propped herself up on her elbows.
“I'm gonna take a shower. You coming to?" Matt said nonchalantly. The two siblings showered together almost as much as they did separately, lately.
Jennifer looked back over her shoulder at Matt. She didn't know whether to shake her head or smirk. He was always so blunt, which she used to find annoying but now she almost found it endearing in a way she couldn't explain.
“Yeah… be there in a second," Jennifer said as her brother went into their shared bathroom to start the water, his cum still oozing out of her and into a pool between her legs. She would have to wash her sheets again – for the third time this week.