“Mina Mongoose’s new hit single, ‘Forbidden Fruit,’ has not only been dominating the charts, but also the public discussion, with many parental groups suggesting that the suggestive nature of the piece is damaging to the youth of the Republic. Despite that, audiences just can’t get enough of the new direction.
“In other news, the first immigrants from the United Federation have been making their way to New Mobotropolis for the first time since the Human Immigration Bill was passed last month, seeing the Republic as the melting pot of nearly every race in Mobius’s storied history. But there are some who think that this open-arms approach is-”
Isabella turns the television off. Laying in bed, the Councilwoman swirls her fingers over the purple-haired beauty nuzzled against her side. A month… it’s been a whole month since she started this secret relationship with her daughter, and every day, she worries that this cannot possibly last.
Mina groans, pushing herself up. The Songoose leans in, kissing against her lover’s neck. “Mmm… Bella…” she sighs. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, babe…” the mother mongoose says. By the Walkers, the girl knows when she’s off. “I just… need to blow off some steam.”
Wrapping her legs around her mother’s waist, Mina pulls Isabella in, their chests pressed together, and their lips inches apart. “Well, then, ‘Mom’, why don’t we blow off some of that steam?”
“M… Mina…” Isabella says, her face warm with blush. “You can’t… you can’t call me that… not in bed.”
“Why not?” she says, kissing Isabella on the cheek, and then on the other, all the while rubbing the older mongoose’s fingers.
Isabella sighs, nuzzling against her lover as she pondered that. “Okay, but… just for a bit…”
The younger mongoose put her voice to work and gave her best fake orgasmic cry. “Uuuuh…. Oooh mooom, Moooommy!”
Isabella grabs the girl’s cheeks, giving them playful pinches. “Oh, so you want me as your mother, lover, and mommy, huh? Well, then, get ready to do everything I say.”
Mina squirms underneath the squeezing pinches, but doesn’t have much time to respond as Isabella pulls herself free of her lover’s leg lock. She scoots up along the younger woman’s body, her sex licking up along Mina’s stomach before she sits on her chest. She frees Mina from her mom-grip and moves her hands up along her own body, shuddering as she slides up against the younger woman’s mouth. “Now, now, girl… you can’t have your dessert, until you’ve had your full course.”
Mina rubs her cheeks, then grabs the older woman by the thighs. She pulls her in, eagerly exploring within Isabella’s recesses.
Isabella leans back, rocking her hips against her daughter’s face. When they let their guard down, when they just let their passions fly, the two can create so much magic! She runs her hands up over her body and laces her fingers through her hair. It’s just like she was a young woman again, thanking her hero for saving her life.
The mother shudders, grabbing onto the headboard and lifting herself up. A lewd trail connects between her sex and Mina’s tongue, and the younger mongoose stares upwards with half-lidded eyes, slightly confused by the lack of a pussy to lick.
Isabella doesn’t give her much time to think, and instead spins around, burying her hands underneath her daughter’s back to grab at her butt and lift her up into her own mouth.
The two golden creatures delve into each other, hot tongue lapping up the soaked insides as warm bodies grind against each other. But, neither of them want to end things so soon nor get the other one off with their tongues alone.
They are so alike, mother and daughter. They know their most intimate parts, and they play each other like instruments, strumming, blowing, plucking, tuning. All of it is beautiful. All of it is much too good to be true, and when Isabella pulls herself away from her daughter and turns to face her once again, that fact rears its ugly head in her mind. How can they keep this up? For how long? The other women at the council are getting suspicious. It’s only a matter of time before they slip up…
Mina smiles and rolls on top of the other woman, her hands upon Isabella’ shoulders. “I have a concert tonight. I want you to be there…”
Isabella sighs, stroking her finger up and down the naked arm of her lover. She then wraps her arm around the Songoose’s back, pulling her in, their chests pressed together. “You think we should… be in public together?” Isabella asks, tracing her lover’s spine.
Mina arches her back, her mouth open. “Aaah… why not? They know we live together now. ‘Songoose moves back in with her mother. New generation can’t live on their own.’ Blah, Blah, Blah”
“That’s a lie,” Isabella says, as is everything else with our relationship.” She grabs onto Mina’s arms and pushes her off. She rolls over, facing away. “I don’t know how long I can do this… can we survive the fallout when people find out?”
Mina frowns at this, but she rolls over herself and gets out of the bed. “Alright, well, if you want to break things off, I totally understand, but… still, come to the concert… it is you I’m singing about, ripping my heart out of my chest for everyone to scrutinize, to love, to hate…” she grabs her clothes, stepping one foot into her skirt, and then the other, but suddenly, arms wrap around her, pulling her in close towards the older woman.
“No… I… I’m sorry. I suppose, I just… don’t want this to end horribly.”
“Fuck them.” Mina says, pushing her hips back against the older woman’s body. “Fuck them by fucking me, Bella. Who cares what the world says? Who cares that we are doomed to fail, one way or another? We have each other now when we need each other the most.”

Isabella’s hands travel up and down along the Songoose’s body. Mina gasps as she feels those fingers grope at her chest and explore between her legs. “B… bella… I need… to get ready…”
“S… so do I,” Isabella whispers into Mina’s ear. “If I’m… If I’m going to go to your concert, I need to dump off all my worries, and I’m going to dump them on you.” She nips at the younger mongoose’s ear, and Mina gasps.
“F… fuck, Bella… w-way to put me in a rollercoaster…” she groans as Isabella’s kisses run down along her cheek and then to her neck. “M… maybe you could let me…”
Isabella chuckles, her nose buried up against Mina’s shoulder. “Fine, fine… go grab it, dear…”
Mina squeals as she pulls away, heading over towards the closet. Isabella keeps her hands where they were, as if her daughter were still there in her grip. She then falls back upon the bed, staring up at the ceiling as she hears the Songoose snap on the dildo.
Mina crawls up onto the bed, her hair covering one of her eyes as she stares down at her mother. “So, why you feeling like the bottom all of a sudden?” she asks, the tip of the bright yellow plastic cock against Isabella’s sex.
The older mongoose wraps her legs around her daughter’s body, pulling her in closer, making her penetrate her womanhood. She gasps, her eyes widening a moment before she settles in. “Easy…” she whispers, her fingers brushing over Mina’s cheeks. “I want to lose control, but I want something good to come out of it.”
Mina smirks and leans in, locking lips with her mother, her lover. The Songoose holds the councilwoman down by her shoulders as Isabella’s hands hold onto her lover’s back.
Mina thrusts into Isabella, over and over again as they get into a familiar rhythm. Sometimes, it is with Mina on top, others it is with Isabella. With every kiss, every nip, and every roll of their hips, the two let their love and their frustrations out. At first, Isabella imagines her late husband, but soon enough, he fades away, and all of Mina’s feminine charm takes his place. Only the sounds of their kisses and their heavy breaths fill the air.
Isabella’s gasps get higher and higher, her half lidded eyes widening as she arches her back. Mina sees this and keeps up her pace, knowing she had hit the sweet spot. Soon enough, the older woman under her squeals, arching her back, her body shuddering in climax.
She slumps back, breathing heavily as Mina slides out of her mother. The Songoose unhooks the dildo and drops it onto the floor. “Got a lot to do today to get ready. I’ll see you at the concert?”
Isabella slides her hands under the pillow and nods. “Y… yeah… I’ll see you tonight, love…”

The crowds packed the Acorn arena for the live performance of Mina’s chart-topping song, but Isabella is ushered in away from the crowds to the VIP section, where she can get a good view of the action below. Not only that, but she seems to be alone up there. She feels quite exposed, as if people would notice. What would the press think about Mina’s mother being given such treatment?
Isabella’s concern doesn’t have time to linger, as the stadium lights dim down. A fantastic display of spotlights and lasers light up the arena in wonderful green, violet, and golden colors. All of these come together to show off Mina standing on the stage.
Isabella gasps when she sees her daughter. Mina wears a sparkling black dress, much more formal than that of her usual image. With her eyes closed, the soft piano kicks off the single before a guitar riff heralds the first verse.

“Always, we’ve been together
I in you, you with me
But from what I can gather
No one can really see…

You’re my forbidden fruit
My luscious treat
My one pursuit

I don’t care what they say
That they think we can’t be
I love your taste and want you today…

Life has been a living hell
With no way out
Except by the sound of my bell

My forbidden fruit
For you, my love, yes
For you is absolute...”

Her song continues, the raw passion within Mina’s voice as she wails those notes makes Isabella’s breath hasten. She clutches her chest, staring down at the girl. She hadn’t actually listened to this song yet, and this… this is what Mina has been presenting to everyone recently? There’s no way… there’s just no way the two of them can keep this up and keep it a secret. It’ll either end in tragedy or in heartbreak.
Isabella pulls herself away from her seat and rushes off to the back.
Mina sighs and opens her eyes, glancing up towards the VIP booth. She stands there, mouth hanging open as she sees no one, and the roar of the crowd melts away as confusion fills her world.
Isabella stumbles into the bathroom. Leaning over the sink, the council woman's stomach churns. Her body shudders, and she looks up to her face. Her eyes are red and the tears stain her fur.
“I can’t… I can’t let her be ruined by selfish desire…”
The door opens up, and stepping into the room is Nicole, dressed up in her concert-going garb. “Councilwoman Mongoose, I- I mean, Isabella, are you alright?”
Isabella turns away from the lynx and wipe her eyes clean. “Were you spying on me? I thought we outlawed that, Nicole.”
“I didn’t need nanomachines to tell me to keep an eye, a real eye, on you and your daughter… your forbidden fruit.”
Isabella freezes, then stands up, gaining her composure back on as she turns around. “So, what is this, then? Blackmail? Trying to get me ousted from the Council for my part in your exile all those years ago?”
“What? No. Bella… the past is behind us. What we need to worry about is our future. You’ve been on the Council for ten years now. Your daughter is a woman, and she seems to have chosen you for her love. But society keeps you two from having what you can have. I want to offer you something that could give it to you, if you’re willing to throw away everything else in your life…” Nicole holds out her hand, a genuine smile spreading over her mouth. “All you need to do is trust me.”
Isabella sniffles and turns to face herself once again. “Give up everything? What do you mean?”
“Allow me to show you, and you can make your decision then.”

Backstage, Mina slams the door to her dressing room shut and collapses into her makeup chair. The door opens wide and in steps Ash. “Mina, what the hell are you doing? They love you out there!”
“Can’t you fucking knock!?” Mina shouts. “You’re not my boyfriend anymore, and I’m managing myself just fine. What are you doing here!?”
Ash scowls, but regains his composure quickly. “I got a note that you were in trouble. When I saw you running off the stage, I knew something had to be up.”
“It’s none of your concern, Ash. I’ve moved on from you, and you should too.”
“Just because we aren’t together, doesn’t mean I can’t care for your well-being, you ungrateful…” His hands shake a moment, but he takes a deep breath, pushes his glasses up, and steps back. “Look, you’ve been out of it for awhile now, and I don’t know exactly what’s gotten into you, but you can’t keep this up, whatever it is, or you’ll destroy yourself.”
Mina listens in silence, and the pause between the two grows all-the-more unsettling by the moment. “I… fuck it…” Mina sighs, pushing herself up. “Close the door… lock it.”
Ash stands there as Mina stares at him with a pregnant pause. “I… you what?”
Mina answers his question with action, practically jumping onto him as she pins him against the wall.
He wraps his arm around her head, yanking her in as the passion, the anger, wells up inside of him. They had been together for years, through Mina’s most troubled times, but out of nowhere, she had dumped him. Those worries and thoughts become a clouded mess, as all the blood rushes out of his brain and into his pants.
Their lips lock, destroying any more attempts at communication, and his free hand fumbles around at the door before Mina more easily turns the lock, keeping them sealed together.
Mina pulls away from the kiss, her eyes clouded, half-lidded. Both of them shuffle out of their clothes, dropping articles this way and that until golden fur presses against golden fur, this time with Ash pressing Mina against the wall.
He lifts one of her legs up, rubbing his hand along her thigh and her butt. His pants hang around his ankles, but he doesn’t care about what he looks like. His cock throbs with the want as she coos into his ear, and nothing is going to stop him from taking what he desires.
He thrusts into her, and Mina throws her head back, filling the room with her cries. Ash grunts as his member slides inside of that familiar warmth, but with a difference: He and Mina had always practiced protection before.
Mina’s breaths get higher and higher as he continues his thrusting into her, the grunts coming from the male getting louder and rougher. He leaned in, biting at her neck. He had wanted to do that for a long time, but he had to protect her. He had to keep her from being marked—to preserve her image, but he doesn’t care about that anymore, and by the way she moans from his dominant streak, it seems she didn’t either.
Mina wraps her legs around him, pulling him in closer. She can feel that he is getting to his end sooner, rather than later. Her only communication to him being the increased cries of pleasure screaming into his ear. He squeezes his eyes shut, gripping hard onto her hair and her ass, keeping her close. If she didn’t want him to pull away, he wasn’t going to let her change her mind.
Her voice, already tired from that song tonight, gets hoarse with her growls of pleasure. She throws her head back, her eyes rolling up into her skull, her neck reddened by the bites provided by her former lover.
Ash groans, scratching into her scalp and ass as he shoves his cock up into her body, slapping hips against hips and then hilting. With a gasp, he releases, filling her deep. Mina, with her part, held him in close, shuddering as she takes him into herself, and then sighing as she tilts her head back against the wall.
He lets go, pulling away from her, and letting her slide down onto the wall. Grabbing his pants, he grumbles to himself. “You’re fucking crazy, you know that?”

She smiles, laying there, legs spread, cum oozing out from her snatch. “What… you’re the one who came inside… that’s a binding contract, there, Ash.”
“You broke up with me!” he barks. “If you get pregnant… we’re not getting back together, got it?”
She shrugs, but then pushes herself up to her knees, grabbing onto his pants and yanking them down. “I don’t fucking care. I just want to feel alive.” She rubs her face up against his deflating cock, rolling out her tongue and licking the jizz and nectar off of it. She makes loud and lewd groans as she stares up at him, her eyes hazy.
Ash grunts, gripping onto her hair, pulling her up against his body, his cock flopping over her nose and forehead. “Fucking psycho…” he grunts. “We could have been happy, you know that?”
“I can’t be…” Mina responds, wrapping her lips around his balls. She sucks on them, keeping her eyes down now on this cock.
“I have no fucking clue what’s wrong with you, Mina…!” Ash groans, tilting his head back.
Mina pulls her face free from him, licking her lips clean of the musk and semen. “You really want to know what’s up with me, Ash? Check the top left drawer…”
Ash hesitates a moment, and then he pulls away. Yanking up his pants, he bears the mess and heads on to her dresser. In the drawer is a photograph. His hand trembles when he sees it. “W… what the fuck is this, Mina?” Ash spins around, looking for any sort of answer.
Mina just lays back, her eyes narrowed, laying limply against the wall. “It’s the proof… that free will is a joke. Everything we’ve done has been told before. Everything we try is impossible to change…”
Ash stares at the picture. It shows a happy family. One of them appears to be Isabella with short hair and dressed as if she were some kind of housewife. Next to her is a teenage girl, looking much like Mina, but there’s something different about her—something he can’t place. Oddly, next to her is a version of Tails, Sonic’s friend and one of the Freedom Fighters. But the craziest thing was the older man, standing hand-in hand with the woman mongoose. It was Tails, or rather, Tails if here were older, but there’s no mistaking his namesake.
“Mina…” Ash asks one more time. “What is this picture?”
Mina giggles, rolling her head to look to him with her vacant, defeated stare. “It’s my family.”
“Where did you get something like this?” Ash says.
“Melody gave it to me,” she says, moving her hands down along ehr body, rubbing at her lips.
“Who-?”
She sighs. “My daughter… HIS daughter. “I’ve been trying… trying so hard not to hurt you. I’ve been trying terribly to try to prevent that future from coming to pass, but I can’t.” She smiles, her eyes widening. “Don’t you see? You can come inside me as much as you want, Ash, it doesn’t matter! We can’t be together forever. We can’t have children, because that’s not what’s supposed to happen. We can do whatever we want, because fate is going to conspire to make sure we get to where Fate wants us to go.”
“Mina, this is crazy. This can’t be real. It must be some kind of trick”
Mina shakes her head, wrapping her arms around her legs and pulling her knees up against her chest. “Nope!” she says in a sing-songy voice. “I’ve tried everything to get it to stop, to make the image disappear. I’ve even fucked my mother!”
Ash doesn’t move for a good few seconds after that revelation. But then, his knees buckle and he stumbles back, catching on his half-pulled pants and falling to the ground. “What the… Don’t you fuck with me, Mina! That’s not funny!”
Mina rolls her eyes, mindlessly pawing at herself. “It’s not a joke. I invited her to the VIP booth tonight and everything, but she didn’t show up.”
Ash tries to maintain his composure. He runs his hand along his hair and shakes his head. “This… Mina, did she…?
“No, she didn’t abuse me, asshole!” Mina snaps, finally hopping up. “It was my idea to start with.”
“You… what?”
“I figured… I figured if I was going to prove that future wrong, that I would have to try something drastic.”
“So… you fucked your mom?”
She folds her arms over her chest, staring at herself in the sweaty, stained mess unable to compose herself. “Look, I wasn’t just desperate, okay. I really do like her… I love her. More than any daughter should love her mom. I don’t need to explain why to you, it’s just… if I’m doomed to not have a choice, at least I want the choices I make to be interesting. After all, you see where I go from here.”
Ash glances down at the picture, adjusting his glasses. “Fuck, man… have you… have you talked to Tails…?”
“No, I haven’t talked to Tails! What am I supposed to say? ‘Oh, hey, I know we don’t know each other all that well, but some girl from the future showed up and told me that we need to get married for the future to be what it’s ‘supposed’ to be’?”
Ash gets himself up on his feet, and he grabs Mina by the shoulders. “Listen, Mina… whatever is happening here, you can figure this out. But being in the limelight may not be the best thing for you now. I mean… you wrote a song about your mom. o you know how much the press is going to eat that up?”
“I’ve thought about all that already!”
“Well, don’t you think he should know about this?”
Mina slumps back into her seat, grumbling. “I can’t… I just can’t talk to him, okay?”
“I’m sure he’s handled weird shit like this all the time. Those freedom fighters are used to it, and they’re your friends, even after we kinda turned the whole city against Nicole.”
“Maybe you’re right… Ash… you’re too good for me,” Mina says, looking up from her mirror.
Ash slips back into his shirt and carries his jacket as he grabs the door handle. “Yeah, well, if you really wanted to screw that future, you should have stayed with me.”