Mongoose Chapter 4
#19 of Sonic the Hedgehog
Awhile ago, I didn't have anything to write, and so I turned to the Archie Sonic the Hedgehog universe. It's something I had read since I was a child, and I had, at one point, wanted to write stuff for it. So, a friend of mine likes the girls of Sonic and is pretty kinky, so as a gift, I decided to write up a pairing he thought was hot, but I had to think of how it would work. The resulting work was the first two chapters of "Mongoose." I had written something for it later on for chapters 3 and 4, but had never uploaded it until now. Now, I'm trying to get back to expanding on my work beyond Tik Tik.
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Mina sits in the dark, cradling a mug in her hands. She picked up a button-up shirt from her mother's closet and slips into that, not quite feeling like getting fully dolled up for the day. When the lock on the front door clicks, it is like the hypnotist snapped her fingers, bringing Mina back to awareness.
She slips out of the chair, her bare feet padding along the wood floor. She straightens out her shirt and makes sure that all the buttons are up, then holds her hands behind her back, putting on a smile. "H... heeey..." she begins, her eyes widening as she sees the woman before her. "M... Mom?"
Isabella steps into the apartment, in a black dress and high heels. She tosses the bag aside, the logo for "Jack and Jill Offerings" on display.
"M... mom?" she asks once more, a lump in the back of her throat.
Isabella says nothing as her heels click on the wooden floor. She grabs the other golden mongoose by the shoulders and stares her into her eyes a moment before she takes her fingers, brushing them under her chin.
Mina's eyes flutter as her tense body loosens up. "Oh... oh fuck..." she whispers.
Isabella smirks at this and moves her hands down from her daughter's shoulders, a conflicting thought going through her mind, but she decides to keep things silent, to not ruin this with any cheesy dialog. She unbuttons one button, and then another, exposing the girl's collar. She then leans in, pressing her lips to that bone. The pop star sighs, melting to her touch, her legs wobbling and her feet slipping.
Isabella catches her, shaking her head. All fucking day at work, this was all she could think of, and when it comes to it, she's a shaking fool and her daughter a bumbling mess. The hell with it. It isn't even Mina's shirt.
Isabella digs her finger into the garment and tears it apart, buttons clattering to the floor. Mina stumbles back, her body exposed before her mother, no, this passionate woman before her. Her heel hits the bag and she can't help but look inside, her eyes widening. Before she can say anything about the actual offerings her lover has provided to her, Isabella is upon her, their lips locking in a heated, passionate struggle. Fingers dance down Mina's body, the superstar's body. Isabella is fucking a superstar! Her fingers are inside her vagina, her thumb is rubbing at her clit.
Mina pulls free from the kiss, her eyes half-lidded, her mouth hanging open in a confused pout. Her head rolls, as if she tries to process exactly what's happening, but this confusion only lasts for a moment when she sees Isabella's dress strap fall over her shoulder. That's all the younger mongoose needs to be set off, and she grabs her mother's shoulders, pulling the straps down, exposing the fact that she was not wearing a bra underneath.
The dress falls down to her ankles and Isabella steps out of them, basically wearing nothing but the opened-blobbed heels now. When she parts from the kiss this time, a string of saliva bridges the gap between her mouth and her daughter's wanting, extended tongue.
Isabella stands back, Mina laying over the edge of her couch, her elbows on the back, supporting her. That disheveled look of unkempt hair and ripped, open shirt too long for her. "By Aurora..." Isabella says, shaking her head, finally speaking up. "You're so fuckable..."
Mina blinks a couple times and then smirks. "N... never thought you'd say something like that."
Isabella squats to pick up her back and slaps herself in the face, metaphorically. Standing, she sighs and shrugs. "Well, what can I say. I was a bit... distracted all day. And it's all your fault."
"M... my fault..." Mina says, pushing herself up, padding along the wooden floor. Thanks to Isabella's heels, the younger mongoose is now quite shorter. "Well, let me tell you something about 'fault,' Mother." She says, her hands wrapping around her chest, doing double duty in covering herself up and also accenting her bust size. "I've been sitting here, writing a long song. Its raunchy. It's raw, and it's filled with sexual frustration. Yeah, that's right, I'm changing my direction again. But it's not that messing with my flow. I can't seem to get past a certain hurdle, you know, the part where I'm singing about you."
Isabella rifles through her treats and toys, her fingers wrapping around a certainly phallic object. "Well, that's just too bad. You see, making important life-changing votes can be tough," she says, dropping the bag once more. In her hands is a long, blue double-sided dildo. "When I'm thinking about what I want to do to you all night long..."
Mina brings a hand to her chest, looks down to that thing, then looks back to her mom. "Wow... did... did you ever stop to think about how fucked up all this is?"
Isabella is upon Mina once more, her hand around her daughter's head, fingers lacing through her hair. "Every moment of the day," Isabella says, their breasts pressed together, her mouth inches from her daughter's. "But I thought... maybe... just maybe... we both secretly like fucked up things, and that's why we're so good together."
Mina draps her arms over her mother's shoulders, pulling her in for another kiss. The two go at it for a good bit, their tongues putting all their frustrations aside as they wrestle for supremacy in their mouths. Eventually, all things must come to an end, and Isabella has to be the more mature woman. She licks her daughter's lips and then whispers. "Now, my little songoose... you're going to take that bag... and you're going to pull out the "Perfect Chaos" Jelly, and you're going to take it, and you're wonderful ass, to my room. Is that understood?"
Mina scoops up the bag, taking the opportunity to give her mommy a peck on the stomach before she pulls it up, covering her form. She winks, turns, and sways on over towards the bedroom.
Isabella watches her go, sighs when she closes the door, and runs her fingers through her hair, saying "The fuck am I going to tell Penelope...?"