Anonymous Thu 06 Jun 2024 00:44:58 No.66362379 Report

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>>66362170
Whole babysitter Judee stuff (not whatever sexual deviancy those anons above us are discussing)

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Anonymous Thu 06 Jun 2024 01:59:08 No.66363885 Report

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haloreach_yoink.mp3

>'This was a mistake,' Judee thought to herself, eyes wide, heart pounding in her ears. 'A colossal mistake.'
>Amber hadn't stopped crying for God knows how long.
>The tall troodon paced slowly in the living room of the Mous Household, gently cradling the hybrid in her arms. She murmured a lullaby from the home country down at her feathered charge, trying to soothe her--it didn't work.
>If anything, she started shrieking louder.
>Squinting her bright eyes shut from mounting frustration, Judee retraced the steps that had led her to this moment.

>It had started with a phonecall--from Anon, of all people.
>Judee had been preoccupied that morning with her usual crafts. Her talents for sewing and weaving had proven quite lucrative as a product; people on Snootsy practically ate up her knickknacks. She wasn't swimming in cash by any means, but it had been enough to carve herself her own little place, relieving the burden from her long-suffering mother.
>She remembered how she had smiled upon seeing his contact on her phone. It was sad to admit, but since Wendy had gone off to seek treatment, she had found herself increasingly alone most of the time nowadays.
>The call had started as a pleasant little reunion, both of them playing catch-up. She remembered congratulating Anon for the safe delivery of his daughter.
>And that seemed to give Anon pause.
>"....Soooooo, speaking about Amber," he had slowly said, sheepishly said even, a little chuckle escaping him.
>"How good are you with kids?"
>Apparently, every single person they could think of was out of town or otherwise unavailable.
>Everyone.
>Even the ever-protectful Samantha and Ripley were locked away on a couple's cruise.
>Desperate to try and salvage one of their first nights out since the arrival of the baby, Anon and Fang--Lucy, she was still getting used to that again--had winded down the list of possible contacts...All the way to her.

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Anonymous Thu 06 Jun 2024 02:12:08 No.66364171 Report

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>>66363885
>At first, she had felt a little chafed by the implication she was something akin to the bottom of the barrel.
>But the more she considered it, the more she realized it could be prove to be an interesting little experience.
>Besides, she had always wanted to have children of her own, one day. Maybe this could prove to be a little test of sorts.
>After agreeing, much to the joy and overwhelming thanks of Anon, she had arrived at the Mous residence later that evening.
>A household situated awfully close to that of Lucy's parents, in the same neighborhood, no less. No doubt intentionally so.
>Fa--Lucy was pleasant enough, happy to see her again after so many years, but there was an undeniable air of nervousness about her over the whole situation. She was trusting her child in the hands of someone she was, at best, a nice acquaintance with.
>She had double, then triple-checked that everything she had meticulously laid out for Judee's caretaking of the babe was where it should be. Written instructions had been printed out for her, lists of contact information provided. It was a little overkill, but Judee couldn't blame her.
>Speaking of the babe, Amber was positively adorable, wide-eyed and happy when she first stared up at the Troodon from Anon's arms. Had she never known what her father was, Judee would've never guessed she was a hybrid. Sure, her beak was a little stubby, and her wings a little small for a ptero-baby, but it was hardly indictive of mixed heritage.
>Anon had been quick to assure her she'd do fine. Lucy, meanwhile, continued to fret and worry, only finally coaxed into a state of acceptance by the reassurances of her husband.
>"We'll be back by ten," Lucy swore. "If you need -anything,- call us immediately."
>"We'll be fine," Judee had trilled. "Go have fun."
>As Anon walked out the door with his wife, he looked over his shoulder and silently mouthed "Thank you!" to his pale friend.

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Anonymous Thu 06 Jun 2024 02:29:28 No.66364538 Report

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>She was finally alone, with a baby, not even a year old yet.
>"I can do this," she had murmured to herself with a wry smile. She walked over to Amber's crib, and leaned down. "Hello there, little one," she had cooed.
>Amber burbled something in reply.
>And then her beak suddenly began to tremble as her eyes grew misty.
>And then, all hell broke loose.

>Thus had it been for...It must have been an hour now, Judee realized as she glanced at the clock.
>She had rocked the halfbreed, sung to her, offered her toys, tried burping her, tried feeding her.
>-Nothing- worked.
>She just kept screaming, wailing her head off, wings fluttering feebly as she squirmed and squalled.
>At the edge of her rope, desperate for something to finally placate the ptero, Judee spied out the corner of her eye a stuffed animal, a little plush of an orange slug positioned off in the rear of Amber's crib.
>Something flashed in her mind. Memories of the time spent in her small club with Wendy, and on rare occasion, Anon back during High School.
>Her long, gangly tail slithered through the bars of Amber's crib, and snaked about the fat body of the vibrant slug-plush, her tail-feathers tucking against it with a flex, providing a further degree of grip.
>With her tail, she craned the plush overhead of the wailing babe in her arms, the fat doll coming to hover next to her own snout.
>"HelLo TheRe," she drawled out in a cartoonish voice without moving her mouth, a skill she had thought she had forgotten. "I'm MiIiiIsTer MaAnGo!"
>Amber froze, her eyes--no doubt where she got her name from--going wide as she stared up at the plush.
>Judee's heart froze. Had she finally found the secret?
>"No mORe crying now, AmBy-wAMby," she further mimed, dancing around "Mr. Mango" as the plush "talked."
>Amber giggled, clapping her little hands together with approval, her wings fluttering against Judee's arms.
>Despite her earlier tribulations, she couldn't help but smile sweetly.
>This wasn't so bad.

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