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Anonymous Sun 13 Oct 2024 23:47:37 No.69951795 Report

Any update on that Monkey mom fic?

Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 00:26:51 No.69952601 Report

>>69951795
Yes. I have been literally waiting for you to ask that so I can post it.
Nerd.
Let me just break it up. I hope it's worth the admittedly overly long wait..

Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 01:04:33 No.69953468 Report

Quoted By: >>69953490

>>69951795
>>69952601
And here it finally is:
>It hasn’t even been a year since my dweeb made it back to Volcaldera, but it already feels like he never left.
>Didn’t even take the big ape a month to find himself a job, a place to live, and reconnect with everyone.
>Though admittedly the last one helped a good deal with the first two
>And it’s less “His” place and more “Our” place, seeing as I unofficially moved in with him a couple weeks after he moved in, and then officially once my old lease ran out.
>I chuckle a bit, remembering him explaining to his parents that his girlfriend moved in with him only a handful of weeks after becoming a couple.
>Fortunately, I managed to save him from stumbling over his words by popping in on the call. Bald idiot apparently forgot to mention that the “Girlfriend” was me!
>I guess that they’re also part of the “They never actually stopped dating” camp. Alongside… Honestly at this point I think it’s only Anon and I that buy that lie. And only barely.
>On the subject of Mr. and Mrs. Mous, that brings us to now.
>With Anon and I in his car, waiting for his parents to finally get out of the airport.
>I shift a bit in my seat and check my phone. Something that Anon mistakes for nerves, as he’s quick to ask me if I’m okay.
>I just as quickly reply in the affirmative, though we can both tell that I am definitely more than a bit nervous.
>Yeah, it’s my first time meeting his parents face to face, but we’ve talked over the phone and internet a ton already. Well, Mrs. Mous, or Hannah as she insists on being called, and I have at least. His dad’s not really one for words.
>And yeah, the schedule for today involves taking Anon’s parents over to my parent’s place so they can meet one another, but I’m pretty sure at least our moms have spoken to each other before? Maybe?

Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 01:05:33 No.69953490 Report

Quoted By: >>69953518

>>69953468
>No, the real reason I’m nervous is what’s coming later. Namely the part where the four of us will all be going over to my parent’s place so the four of them can meet.
>It was a bit of a spur of the moment thing, with my mom being the main driving factor, but it’s something that needed to happen eventually, so might as well rip the band-aid off.
>Though mom offering to cook up “A bit of a feast” for the occasion definitely helped sway my decision.
>I shoot a few texts out to check in on everyone and make sure everything’s going smoothly
>Mom’s the first to reply, telling me that everything is good to go and they’re just waiting on the four of us to show up whenever we’d like. And Naser, but we knew that he was gonna be late, if he even managed to show up at all.
>Next is a text from Hannah, a couple moments later, who says that they’ve finally gotten all of their luggage.
>”Time to rock Dweeb, your parents finally got all their shit.”
>Anon nods and shifts lanes, “About fuckin’ time. I swear, every time I’m involved with an airport, they take the absolute longest time possible to deal with bags.”
>”Cut ‘em some slack. Your parents are packed for a long trip. They’re goin’ to visit your uncle after this right?.”
>”I know, I know… But still, it feels like it took way longer than it should have. When did they even land again?”
>I check my phone to see when I got the text saying they landed, and seal my snoot shut, and Anon just flashes that damn smug grin of his, my silence telling him all he needs to know.
>I swear, if he wasn’t driving I’d kiss that smug grin of his off his stupid dweeb face.
>Soon, he pulls over, both of us able to effortlessly make his parents out from the crowd.
>Kinda hard to miss a smiling simian woman in a beret with badge or pin on it stood next to an absolutely massive skinnie who looks like he just walked out of the jungle and had actual clothing put on him.

Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 01:06:34 No.69953518 Report

Quoted By: >>69953548

>>69953490
>Or maybe off the cover of one of those novels I’ve caught Trish reading…
>Doubly so given the noticeable gap in the crowd around them.
>Anon pulls over in front of them and we both get out, with him soon finding himself the target of a particularly furry missile.
>I can see him start to blush under the endless assault of motherly love. Not so funny on the other end, is it, eh dweeb?
>She did mention that her and her husband had to make up for all those years Anon felt like they didn’t care about him after all.
>Anon soon manages to wrest himself from his mother’s grasp, who promptly redirects her attention to me.
>The aged simian woman smiles and turns to me, reaching out for a handshake “Kia ora Lucy! It’s so nice to finally meet you in person! I hope you’ve been treating my little Nonny well!”
>There’s an audible groan from my boyfriend as he moves to place his mother’s bags in the car, and it’s only then that I realize I’ve never actually met a simian in person before. Hell I’m not even sure I’ve SEEN one in person before.
>I start to feel self-conscious, my mind picking out all the differences between myself and the woman stood before me, but I’m pulled into a hug before my mind can wander too far.
>I just smile, and turn my gaze towards my skinnie, “So… Nonny huh?”
>My smile starts to slowly morph into an increasingly mischievous grin, and I meet Anon’s gaze
>There’s a harrowed look on his face, one that just makes me smile wider. Guess it’s HIS turn to have all his embarrassing childhood stories brought up!
>The two of us break the hug, and I decide to show some hospitality by helping with the bags as well, only to find that they’re all already gone.
>And get my first closer look at Anon’s dad in person.
>Raptor Jesus, that Man is almost as big as Spears! No wonder Anon had that growth spurt in college
>Are all humans like that?

Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 01:07:35 No.69953548 Report

Quoted By: >>69953565

>>69953518
>”Nice to meet you, Lucy” he says, his deep voice only a few notches above a whisper.
>”It’s nice to finally meet you too Mr. Mous!”
>Hannah walks over to her husband, giving me a good frame of reference as to just how big Anon’s dad is, and asks him something that I can’t quite make out, to which he nods.
>”Lucy, would you mind sitting in the back? The plane we were on barely had enough leg room for me, let alone my husband!”
>”Oh! It’s no problem at all!” I say, noticing a slight look of embarrassment on Mr. Mous’s face. So slight I probably wouldn’t have caught it at all were it not for my experience with Anon’s no-face.
>The four of us pile in the car, with Anon’s mom rather effortlessly leaping over top of it to get to the other side. Can’t tell if she’s showing off or that’s just how she acts.
>We start the drive to the hotel where the two will be staying for the next few days, the car ride mostly filled with Anon and his parents catching up, though it’s mostly him and his mother doing the talking.
>That isn’t to say I’m left out of the conversation. Hannah shows genuine interest in my life as well as her son’s, but I can’t exactly join in on a conversation about how Anon’s uncle Mun-Dee is doing.
>Especially since I can’t remember ever being told much about his mom’s side of the family.
>Turns out she’s from somewhere called “Aotearoa”? That would explain the slight accent that pops up from time to time. No idea what that is, I’ll have to remember to look it up or ask Anon later.
>When we’re nearing the hotel, I shoot a text to my mom, telling her that we’re about to drop the Mouses stuff off and can come over whenever.
>Not even a moment later she texts me back, saying that she’s ready for us whenever, and she’ll have snacks waiting for us when we show up. And that Naser managed to shift his schedule around and will probably be there soon as well.

Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 01:08:40 No.69953565 Report

Quoted By: >>69953585

>>69953548
>”Hey Anon, mom’s ready to play host whenever we decide to show up. She’s also got snacks ready and waiting for us for when we do show up. Oh, and Naser, er, my brother, might be there before us now.”
>Before Anon can say anything, his mom beats him to the punch, “I’d be fine with going sooner rather than later, especially if there’s food involved! I was planning on getting something to munch on anyways.” Anon’s father concurs with his wife by flashing a simple thumbs up.
>”Well I guess that settles things then. Sweet Tooth, do you mind telling Samantha that we’ll be heading straight there
>”Sweet Tooth?” I hear from my left, turning to see a monkey with a very wide grin staring back at me.
>I get a bit flustered as Anon’s Mom stares at me, and start to stutter out a response, be she just laughs “Lighten up you two! Can’t a mom tease her son and his girlfriend?”
>She looks me in the eyes and her smile shifts to a softer one “Ah… I’m sure you two will understand eventually…”
>If I wasn’t flustered before, now I’m definitely a bright red, and I try to hide behind my wings.
>I can’t say I expected Anon’s mom to steal a page from my mom’s playbook. Though she is a bit more subtle about it, I guess.
>Maybe it’s just a mom thing.
>After a moment, I peek out of my wings and see her just staring at me smugly. Those auburn eyes with their dark sclera piercing right through me like a bullet.
>For some reason, her eyes remind me of my dad’s, even though they’re a lot less harsh.
>Soon enough, we arrive at the hotel and the elder Mouses check in and unload their things.
>And change outfits, as both Mr. and Mrs. Mous have ditched the jackets they were wearing on the flight and are dressed in a tank top and short sleeved shirt respectively.

Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 01:09:40 No.69953585 Report

Quoted By: >>69953606

>>69953565
>I guess that Hannah might still be a bit cold though, since she’s got a rather nice leather jacket slung over her shoulder. I would’ve thought that all her fur would keep her warm but what do I know.
>As she sits down, I notice some design on her upper arm poking out from under her tee.
>I didn’t know she had tattoos. Or that you could even GET tattoos if you had fur. Though I can’t really recall ever seeing her in clothes this light. God, how do people LIVE in a place as cold as the Midwest?
>Shit, It’s like, sixty something outside and I’m already feeling a chill.
>Must be a Mammal thing.
>”It so nice finally getting out of the cold! It’s starting to get frosty back home!” Says Hannah, making me wonder if I started mumbling like my boyfriend.
>Also, frosty? Does she mean like, Actual frost? Like, actual, real life ice on stuff? This early in the year!? Good God.
>”Summer weather will be nice too” replies Mr. Mous, his voice just loud enough to hear over the radio. Wonder if that’s related to his son’s mumbling issue.
>”Summer? But it’s- Oh yeah. Kiwi seasons” Anon says.
>”Kiwi seasons?” I ask, not really understanding
>Hannah seemingly picks up on my confusion and starts to explain “Winter and summer are swapped in the southern hemisphere. Least according to you northerners!”
>”And since New Zealand is down South, Kiwi Seasons” Anon finishes.
>”New Zealand?” I ask “I thought your uncle lived-“
>”Oh! I’m so sorry Lucy, Aotearoa is what us Maori call New Zealand. You can call it what you’d like though!”
> I nod in understanding, a bit shocked that I never knew something this big about my boyfriend.
>My boyfriend, who quips “Call it Kiwiland”, which earns him a kick in the back of his seat from his mom.
>He just laughs at the display, and his laughter proves infectious, spreading to both myself and his own mom. I think I even see his dad crack a smile as well.

Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 01:10:41 No.69953606 Report

Quoted By: >>69953623

>>69953585
>The rest of the drive to my childhood home is filled with Hannah telling me about her homeland and its people. Only interrupted by her stopping to glare out the window at something we were driving by.
>Neither Anon nor his dad seem to notice though, so it’s probably nothing for me to worry about.
>Turns out New Zealand is actually pretty interesting for a place that’s left off maps half the time.
>I’m just about to ask her what a haka is, and why her getting one when she arrives home is a big deal when we make the turn into my neighborhood.
>I shoot a quick text to mom, telling her that we’re right down the road. To which she responds by telling us that Naser just got there a few moments ago.
>We soon pull in, the only car being visible in the driveway being Naser’s. Guess he did manage to make it on time.
>Somehow, the short walk to the door feels longer the entire from our apartment to the airport to here combined. Anxiety can go fuck itself.
>A quick glance back to see if I’m the only one feeling this way is met with a frankly baffling sight, one that swiftly and thoroughly deflates the building apprehension in me like a popped balloon
> Looking back, I’m met with the sight of Hannah wearing the leather jacket she was carrying and sunglasses, casually eating a banana.
>Next to her is my boyfriend wearing a similar leather jacket, one that I didn’t know he ha-
>Wait.
>A smile starts to creep across my snoot as I try, and fail to hold back laughter at the sight.
>”Did you seriously break that jacket Naser got you years ago dweeb? And don’t tell me that-“
>”Yep!” Hannah interjects, turning around to show the back of her jacket, the same damn jacket. “Nonny told me about your brother and his… let’s say sheltered worldview and I decided it’d be fun if we mess with the kid a bit!”
One more, Short one

Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 01:11:41 No.69953623 Report

Quoted By: >>69953642 >>69953686

>>69953606
>”Yep!” Hannah interjects, turning around to show the back of her jacket, the same damn jacket. “Nonny told me about your brother and his… let’s say sheltered worldview and I decided it’d be fun if we mess with the kid a bit!”
>The mischievous, shit eating grin on her face is one I know all too well, and I guess that now I know where he got it from.
>”Plus it’s true” Mr. Mous interjects with a soft smile.
>”Oh stop!” Hannah says, clearly a bit flustered, but smiling wide.
>”Hey Lucy,” Anon asks, turning to me “You didn’t tell Naser that my mom was… You know, Right?”
>Now fully on board with their little prank, my own grin shifts to a more playful and mischievous one. “No. Thank God it never came up. God this is gonna be fuckin’ hilarious…”
>I slip my hand in my pocket and ready my phone’s camera before knocking on the door, any sense of apprehension or worry about the coming meeting long gone.
>Now? I’m just looking forward to seeing my brother’s face.
It's done. Now I can return to my slumber for another thousand aeons. Or till like, next tuesday or something, whatever works.