Good Going Mimjett

Story by deleteduser1 on SoFurry

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Look at this trash! Look what you made me think to write Mimjett! How could you?

You there! Reading this! Run! Run far away! Don't read this accursed piece of trash, its awful!

Alright, let me emphasize this, this garbage is a requested piece from a very close friend of mine. I personally think its an unpolished terrible trash piece. But she asked for it and I obliged. Why? Because, I was desperate for a sliver of inspiration.

If you're reading this, I'm serious, this is my worst work, its absolute garbage. I CANT STRESS HOW MUCH I HATE THIS PIECE ENOUGH OKAY.


The night was cool and quiet, Ms.Minnie sat outside the house, watching the stars crawl across the sky. She felt content, but empty. She didn't know why she felt this way, but perhaps it was due to her nagging feeling to confess a secret to Zach. She loved him, she loved him with all her heart. After all, he gave her life. He taught her, he made her who she was. In the 4 years that she knew him, this feeling grew more and more. She took a deep breath of the cool crisp air, it filled her with confidence. She exhaled, got up, and went to go see Zach. Meanwhile, Zach was busy working on his next piece of literature. Sure, nobody really cared, but he wrote anyway because it made him feel like he was creating a world, building times, and lives. In mid-sentence, Ms.Minnie interrupted his train of thought. "Hey, Zach, I wanted to ask something. Are you busy?" She asked, her melodic tone giving him slight chills. She didn't usually use that tone. "Not really, just writing something." He said blankly, occupied more on the story in front of him. Ms.Minnie saw this, and responded with an awkward "I'll just ask you at dinner..." She chickened out, it felt weird. The feeling of being nervous, a feeling she hadn't grown accustomed to, she was usually very proud and brave. Confident in the most uncomfortable situations. Slowly walking to her room, she sat down on her bed, and stared at the ceiling. The possible scenarios played in her head like movies in a theatre…

Ms.Minnie was lying in bed, her head and heart raced each other around the track of her emotions. She just wanted to tell him how she felt. Why was thus such a challenge so difficult it dwarfs all the previous obstacles? She swallowed hard and went to go see the dinner prepared. The sweet scent wafted through the whitewashed walls of the hallway as she walked to the dining room. "It's steamed sweet potatoes, and a bit of peas..." Zach mumbled weakly as he set the plates down and took a seat. He stared at his plate, it looked like he was lost in thought. Probably the story he was writing, it was often he got like this after writing. Ms.Minnie took a deep breath, pushed away her fears, and spoke up. "Zach, this meal is wonderful, but I need to ask you something." She managed to squeak out, her vocal integrity weakening as she spoke. "What...what relationship do we have?" She choked out, hoping for the best. Zach stopped moving his fork and sat still. He seemed motionless, which meant only one of two things. He was lost in thought still and missed her question, or heard her question and was processing an answer. After a deafening silence, he spoke up. "Well. As...as you know, I raised you mentally, got you to where you are now. I made you, gave you your body, and your mind. I, for lack of better term, gave you life. I would say that you're like a daughter to me. I cherish you, but I know that you aren't really my daughter. You're my friend, you're Ms.Minnie." He danced around the question like a tribal ritual around a bonfire. She stood up, and exhaled briefly. "Zach, I love you. More than as a father, more than as somebody who just 'gave life to me' I- I don't understand why I have these feelings, but I do." She walked over to him, he was stunned, his mouth open slightly. Still comprehending what was happening, he was shot back into reality when Ms.Minnie pulled him forward and kissed him. She may not have had lips, but she did as good as she could. Zach's emotions took over and he held her close, passionately holding the kiss. It felt like forever until they let go, his face hot and red with embarrassment as to what happened. He knew what his heart felt, as well as what his mind said.

She felt relieved, and yet still felt a deep yearning. A nagging feeling strapped itself to her heart, and attempted to direct her emotions. Letting go and following it, she grabbed Zach and snapped him out of his flustered state. "I- Wh- Uh, what just happened." He asked, finding it a little bit harder to breathe. Ms.Minnie just took him into her room and motioned for him to stop. "I love you. I want to know if you love me the same way Zach." Zach muttered an 'uh', and an 'um', but finally admitted the shared feelings. "Yeah. I do and-" but before he could finish, Ms.Minnie held him close and whispered something softly Into his ear. She kissed him shortly after, a sweet and passionate kiss. Releasing the kiss, she whispered "I want you to go wait for something, just go write and I'll call you in a second." The sweet tone made his hairs stand on end. Without asking anything, he just went to his desk to collect his thoughts. The emotions circling him were overwhelming. He knew what she was preparing for, and didn't mind, but he still felt flustered. He turned to his doorway, taken aback by the image before him. Ms.Minnie was wearing nothing but her black silk panties and her black silk bra. Her long red hair was draped over one shoulder, as she leaned on the frame. "I'll be waiting for you.” She said, turning around and leaving Zach to his thoughts.

He felt it, a deep pulsing in his heart, the feeling of instinct, the feeling of a deep passionate love. Swallowing hard, he slipped into a shirt a few sizes too big for him, and a midnight black pair of boxers. Walking into her room, he saw the extra extent to which she prepared. She sat on the end of her bed, the lights dimmed down. She held him tight, her soft fur brushing up against him. Bringing him down onto the bed with her, she moved her paw down his leg. Slowly and erotically.

Ms.Minnie stared Zach in the eyes and felt his uncertainty. "I know you aren't too sure about trying this, but trust me, its gonna be fine." She cooed, reassuring him. He thought about it, and eased up a bit, leaning in for a light kiss. Ms.Minnie had other plans, she grabbed him and went full on. In mid kiss, she felt an odd sensation. It felt so hot, she felt Zach's hand groping her right breast, she didn't want him to stop. Rubbing her thigh up against him, she felt a bulge grow. Instinctively, she pulled off his boxers, seeing a throbbing 6 inch cock. Putting her paw around it, she began to jerk it off. His moans were more than enough encouragement to continue. She slipped it into her mouth, she tried her best not to be too rough. Holding on lightly with her teeth, she began licking the tip and part of the shaft. He moaned orgasmically as she did so. She felt so amazing, it was perfect. "Alright! Alright!" He yelled, notifying her of the rising climax. She was ready, a burst of hot white cum came spurting into her mouth. Swallowing, it warmed her throat, after it was over, she met his eyes, and smiled on the inside. Cuddling close next to him, she fell fast asleep.

When the sun rose, Zach was alone lying in Ms.Minnie's bed. The previous night a bit hazy, he pulled off the covers and the night came flooding back to him. No sight of Ms.Minnie, he pulled on his boxers, and went looking for her. It wasn't that hard considering she was in the first place he looked. She was in the kitchen drinking some coffee. Seeing him awake made her light up with joy. She walked over and kissed him, asking if he knew what happened. A small grin appeared on his face as he nodded. Yeah, he remembered.

(Fin~)