Tame Headway


Written by Septia.


I raised my head form the desk, getting an overlook of the clothes I had left. Still a few pairs of clean pants and shirts, though my laundry bags outweighed them by far. At this point, it might be best to look into other solutions. While our animals were caring not to… pile too much, splash back was inevitable. Perhaps going partially nude would alleviate the pressure on laundry. Though, what would Zenia say…? “Mm hmm…” I mumbled, and looked back over my room. It was so quiet, ever since letting Markson out to stretch his wings in the apartments, Anastasia and Lilac were off on shiftly as well. Thinking back, today had been… calm. That, wasn't the right word, it had been quiet. A quiet that balled in my chest, a serenity which – when I was not occupied with our animals – left me with time to think… about mother. 
	-Dnnkg- -Dnk- The hinges creaked with the knocks on the door. 
	“Mother?” I asked, tugging on a clone of the clean shirts, and opening the door. There she was; her nightgown sculpting around her voluptuous figure, hair partially combed, eyes averted. 
	“Amid,” she said in a tone which hat strangled my heart, “I, wanted to be cordial about this, could we talk?” She said, still not looking at me. 
	“O-o… of course.” 


There wasn't much talking at first. We simply sat on my bed, waiting. I waited to be scolded by her, To be honest I was surprised she hadn't already. I still wasn't used to being back in my old room, I hadn't been living at my new apartment for a year, but for that time I had gotten used to it being my home… My sanctuary.
	“Mom.” 
	“Amid,” we spoke into each other’s words. And stopped as suddenly. 
	Mother took in a deep breath.
	“Mom, I'm sorry I had to move back in.” 
	Zenia straightened her back. “It was too small, to house them all, especially when you, no longer had access to the shelter,” she stated, straight and orderly. “Better all that rent can could go to improving their living standards here. But, this is not about that.” 
	-Ghmmbg- I swallowed. 
	She looked down into her lap. “Amid… why?” 
	Three little letters. Which cast a terrible shadow. I looked away. Mind spinning. The question repeated n my head, again and again. Why do I let this continue? Why did I let it go this far? Why am I, unintentionally, inflicting this upon my mother. I clasped my hands in my lap, wriggling my knuckles. Until, I let the only answer I could muster, finally escape. “Love.” 
	Zenia sat motionless, “I see.” 
	The resignation clothing her sentiment roused a boil of emotions in my chest. “I mean… I didn't intend for things to go this way,” I said, looking at her, without acknowledgment. “This, is not what I want. I wish, that it could be different.” 
	“But… I love them, every single one of them… means the world to me.” 
	Mother nodded, “Yet, it has led you here, abused by them, cut off from the shelter, living with your mother.” 
	Her statement was bereft of anger, or annoyance, or attestation, she was merely stating the results… 
	“I know… But, I never got a chance to say…” 
	Her eyes shifted towards me. 
	“I, was going to resign from the shelter, either way. I have been… planning to start my own.” 
	“That… involves, a fair bit of responsibility, and planning.” 
	“Yes, I had been working on it since before I moved out. At first, it was just a dream, but, I was slowly piecing together, finding a locale, researching permits.” 
	“But…?” 
	“The… thing, did, get me in a snag. But, I still want to, I still, strive to.” 
	“Despite everything they have done?” 
	“It… it isn't that bad,” I stammered, looking up from my lap. Zenia was staring at me with rippling lips, and a stream of tears roving down her cheeks. 
	I wheezed out a breath, feeling my own tears wind down my face. 
	“I-I'm sorry,” even after several weeks, I was struggling with our animals when they got rough. I could only remember how hard it was the first time… and only imagine what my mother had gone through with the dogs… 
	“You must… r… truly love them,” she spoke between sniffles.
	“I-I do… but, that doesn't excuse what happened, they should never have…” 
	“Dear…” 
	“Mom, I'm, s-so sorry,” I fell into her embrace. Burying my face by her shoulder. Tears seep into her nightgown. She cups the back of my head, holding me close. 
	“Amid… It was… horrible.” 
	“I-I'm sorry,” I mumble into her. 
	“Andrake just… I thought he wanted to help me and…” 
	“Mom, I- never wanted them to… I thought if I could handle them, as long as I was here you would be…” 
	“I know… I know.” 
	“P-please…” I begged, “d-don't take them away.” 
	She took a deep breath from her nose. Clearing her throat, “Amid…” 
	“I'll handle it, somehow, I'll talk to them, I know I can get through to them, please just don't-.” 
	“Shh…” she hushes, tucking me closer. “I know how much they matter to you,” after a brief moment, she combusted up the words, “the house has been, so empty, since you all moved out.” 
	I pry myself off her shoulder, looking up bewildered. “Mom, I'm…” 
	“I, am sorry.”
	My breath ceases up for a moment.
	“Ever since… I understood what was happening, even after you moved back in… I've, been so distant. More than, any mother has the right to be… Despite knowing the position you are in, and how what toll it takes on you, I was scared… disgusted… But, those feelings are nothing compared to how I made myself feel, by… trying to ignore you.” She took in a deep breath, nose stuffed up and shivering. “Amid… I love you. You have always been my dearest. And this doesn't change that.” She holds out her arms. “I promise to be here for you, from now on, whatever you want to do. So, can you, find it in yourself, to take pity on your mother, despite how awful she has treated-.” 
	I didn't give her a chance to finish before diving back into her embrace, wrapping my arms around her. “Shs… mom… please… of course, I never expected you to support me in this, I never wanted you involved.” 
	“You are my son, I will always be involved, especially when you need it.” 
	“I-… I love you.” 
	“I love you too.” We huddle together, drenching each other in tears. Feeling close, for the first time, in such a long time… 


-Ghhraaow- -Arrrfws-. -Crrcch- -Scrrctch-. A bark slices through rends the tension, followed by a scratch on the door. 
	I glanced towards Zenia, before opening the door. 
	-Arrwf- -Aarb- 
	-Bbwwwawk- -Baarwwk- 
	-Shhsssss- 
	“Craawwk, husse says stop Crawwk.” 
	-Mreeeoooaw-. 
	I sigh at the sight, lip rippling into a faint, worried smile. “You are all here…” I mumble. I could see it on them… every single one, the way they moved, shifting their hinds against the ground, coiling or stretching… 
	“Mom…” I say, as I step back into the room, standing by the bed, and, rummaging under it, and rolling out a tarp.
	“Are they here to…?” 
	“Yes… they all want time to… relieve themselves. I… promise, it is okay. You, don't have to watch.” I say, and slowly lie back on the covered floor. 
	Zenia looks at me, then at the animals, waiting by the threshold. She stands from the bed… and sits down beside me.” Just, give me a moment to get out of my gown.” 
	“Mom… you-.” 
	She clasped my hand, an exchanging a look. She stripped out of the velvet fabric, before she laid down. 
	“Here,” I said holding up the choker, “you'll need this more than me.”
	Without a word, she strapped it on, and we laid back together. 
	“Husse is ready.” 


~
~ 1 ~


A chorus of chirps, cooing and roused growls filled my son's bedroom. It was still impressive to see just how well the animals got along, stepping out of the way for one another, giving each other their turn, and couping up whilst waiting. This, was undercut, by the onslaught of putrid tastes and sensations assaulting my mouth. 
	Sasha and Pasha were huddled up on Amid's face, covering him in fluff, just like I had a few days prior. Unlike me, he stayed calm, his neck oscillating while he swallowed down their bunnies' pellets with tact, working through the filth gradually as they did their business. 
	-Mrreaaowrrss- 
	Though, I was only given a moment to observe, as Lilac and Anastasia bunched up by either side of my face, their fannies scooched up onto each side of my maw, and dropping lumps of steaming kitty litter down my throat. 
	-Schhrrlpfshths- -Chfrrshts- The creaking of their rectums reverberated through my head, the mulch staining my maw with an acidic tone mellowed in bitter earth. -Cllfpthsh- -Clpdshths- Clumps of auburn smacking on top of each other down my cheeks, and spreading a trail of filth as they wormed down into my throat. 
	“Mhgs. Ghaghrrrwg,” I gagged, the malodour of fermented fish unearthed from a bog clouding my mind, each warm dollop somehow imbued with new flavours… Lilac's tail curled and swept over my face, the silver fuzz tickling my nostrils and scrunching up my face. 
	-Mrmwafor- 
	“Though if I closed too much, Anastasia would be quick to complain. The felines working together to discipline me, into becoming their ideal litter box, to accept everything they had to deposit. I wondered if this was what Amid had gone through. If he had caved sooner… 
	“Cwraaawks, Keep licking, keep licking, Husse,” The Parrot chimed in, scooching to and fro, perched upon the end of the bed above me, his green tail feathers flipping up, flashing me a view of the mauve cloaca nestled in the shroud of feathers. 
	-Fbbfrlpsth- -fhshts- A flutter of gasses vented through the pit, before a fall of a liquid alabaster spluttered free -Shfpfshts- -Clspths- the fresh urates and grime spattered over my gut, a lukewarm spray from Markson's bowels to indight me as their communal toilet. Even through the meaty aroma pelting me from the felines, I could smell the acrid tang of charred peanuts and citric ash from the urate. 
	“Mmfgm wmgsha,” I huffed out. 
	“Fwmmf -gllgms mgphs-” Came from Amid, as the bunnies dusted off their paws against his cheeks, pellet seeds of grime trickling off his face as he struggled to swallow. 
	The filthy trails over my abdomen rustled in my sporadic breathing, gradually the warm fluids converged towards my bellybutton, ploughing down and leaving fields of goosebumps in their wake as my navel clogged up with tart bird brine. -Chglglmgpsh- I swallowed, -Cllpghthgs- the kitty litter jammed in the back of my throat. -Flfghhgs- again, desperately now… but the dense clay had built up too much, chunked together into a rancid glue. “Mmfmgm gmmgahgh fmawmahw,” I squirmed. Anastasia shifting off my face, meowing. Until Emperor listened, the grand dog shuffling up with his dick hanging free, said greasy cockmeat dragged over my face till it pointed down my maw. -Ffflrprhhhssslts- -Schrrlprsthsh- One leg lifted to aim his mast. The surge of piss crashed along my taste buds, melding together in a slurry with the sticky litter into a cocktail of ammonia and petrol… Though, the hot stream dug into the clog, carving through the filth, swashing it off my cheeks. 
	“Mmfgh gmwhgghag ggnlllpfmgpsh- pahaaa.” After arching my head in swallows, the guttural glue, now melted to a mire, descended down my throat, washing down with the salty slurry of doggy juice. My nostrils were so stuffed from crying, I could barely breathe. “-Hthangmfmyhsou, Emperor,” I huffed out, addressing him in such a manner hitting me extra hard right in my soul. But, without him, this could have gotten ugly. 
	-Sfhhfrlt- -Shfllrhhts-. 
	“Fm smfpahaa,” I huffed out a chuckle, peering down, just below my chest, I saw Portia licking my belly, swabbing up the parrot's bowl soup, lapping up the collected fluids at my navel, swished right up with that scoop of a tongue, gradually cleaning me with a sheen of cool spittle. 
	“Mmg mgpsghs. Phaa…” I huffed out, clearing my throat of urine and gunk, but finding, despite the fact all our pets were treating us as paring, portable latrines… they, did seem, they, — in their own, certain way — did, really care for us. Or, perhaps I was so distraught that I was making patterns out of nothing, all that happened was one of our dogs had pissed in my mouth and the other had licked salt off my tummy. Perhaps, I wanted to surmount my own bias, to see what experience it was like to my son. Peering his way a chill bolted through my spine. I could barely see Amid's head, entangled and ensnared by our Burmese python, Anya coiling with their tail tip drawn across him. 
	“-Amamdgh-. mgmsm gmsgh its oshfkmmsfsh,” he huffed out, parting his maw for the oncoming tail sealing up over his maw. -Chhrrpghs- -c-c-lsphthts- The tremors of creaking thundering through the snake's tail, a crumble of spreading talck over a cracked, damp wall -Sfhrlrpfhshthsa-. 
	“Mmf fsmpgsh-” amid struggled, huffing as the tail gradually rose. I watched as the scales peel free around a trunk of raw, undiluted umber , towering down over my son's maw, thick as an aged branch and its surface dressed to match in a shroud of furrows and crags. -Dpfhthhts- the tail weighed down, and the congealed sludge mushed past his lips. It was stunning to see such a behemoth of filth vanishing past those smooth, lithe lips. -Clggmgpshs- and watch as the weighty mass of the mulch siphoned into his neck, engorging his gullet to a fat dome, hugged taut to the fistful of filth, -Ghlgpghs- and draining deeper, sinking down beneath his chest, as Anya's tongue tickled his chest, the soothed snake decanting all of its glistening fudge down my son's gob. 
	It was… It gave me a sense of… watching it was… Any words of praise I felt seemed, tarnished. But… I was… impressed, seeing how much my son could take. 
	-Awhhg- -Fhahrhf- 
	I was called upon once more, Andrake's black hind teasing me from above, as the plump, muscly cheeks weighed down upon my face, -pfpfshths- and a flush of fumes down my neck heralded the freshly baked batch of doggy caramel -Sfllfpsthhtsa- creaking like hot sugar bubbling in a pan, and bloating my cheeks in a sickly sweet, briny globs of billowing manure. 
	“Mmf fmwfos,” I huffed out into his soft fur, taking in what breath I could around the dung radiating its pungent heat, before I scooched my tongue aside as much as I could bear it, and got to work on guzzling down the doggy duty. The less time it spent in my mouth, the less I had to ruminate on its flavor. It was either a tactic to mitigate the disgust, or the animal's latrine conditioning, working as intended. 


~
~ 2 ~


“Phaa fmpatah…” I huffed out, the last clog of Anya's gargantuan load sinking down my gullet. Peering down, my upper abdomen laid stuffed out like a rising loaf of bread, -Flglpghs- -Glrspssrlr-. Creaking of snake sludge, and a multitude of excrement. Already so much… dinner was off the table already… but I was ready for the next load. I stared up at the ceiling. There was no one approaching. I shuffled seating, and looked out around our pets. I knew I hadn't serviced all of them yet … oh… right. I wasn't alone, I was sharing this burden now… Mother laid beside me, finishing up Andrake's bath, panting and quivering. The comfort of sharing this weight, drained seeing the state she was in, exhausted, tattered, gasping… pinching her knees… Wait… did she…? The same inclination washed over me when I saw her, as when I watch one of our animals needing relief. As soon as she caught her breath, she steadied herself to rise up. 
	-Cllfpthsp- But was knocked down. Kendra straddled her crotch on my mothers' mouth, the saluki hound ramming her womanhood down Zenia's maw, knocking into her with needing thrusts. “Mfmf swmfmfph,” she huffed out, desperate. Exhausted… and in those moments of lost hope as our gracious dog made my mother her bitch… -Slcphthts- -Fppfshths- I watched how Zenia's brim puckered against her panties, unleasing a faint breeze of gas. 
	“Fmmw mom, ahng on.” I said, scuttling over, drawing down her panties. 
	“Mfm wmofwh,” I hear her huffing and scrambling beneath Kendra, as our dog howled, I planted my lips against her bulging pucker. 
	-Clfprhrptghts- as soon as the creaking and crinkling of oiled mud rustled my lips, I was showered with embarrassment. I hadn't thought, I just acted, instinct, but I couldn't let my mother soil herself, but did I have to-… -Clfpfhghpthsa- A glistening, slimy bundle of rich tar sloughed into my mouth. A quiver, starting at my neck, growing in  amplitude all the way down my spine as I was tasting… my mother's filth… Her plush, pillowy thighs clasping around my head, grinding in against me as if pushing me away, but their weight pinned me tauter to her pit. Tears welled up as I was cushioned into my mother's crack, scooping up the twice baked fudge unloaded from that sweet, innocent pucker. This was my fault… but I was in it too deep. I repeated in my mind, that I just wanted to help, excuses and pleads stirring up a cyclone through my consciousness as I gobbled down the steaming chocolate pudding, congesting Zenia's bowels. It seeped down my neck like nectar, melting into a gruel, I felt its warmth blossom in my guts, clamped and smothered by her lap, sandwiched by her buns, and providing the service I had done on so many animals before. In the grand scheme, what did this time matter? In another sense… it was so much more, than any time previous… Eventually, her legs relaxed, though I could hear her tears. I… hoped she heard mine.


~ 3 ~


Once all our pets had their turn, they stuck around, fawning over us, purring, hissing, lapping, a snuggling bundle of scales, fur, and feathers. I wish I could reciprocate their admonishments. Gradually, they filtered out of the bedroom, stretching their legs and tails, refreshed, and satisfied. 
	-Sfltpths- A faint crinkle came from around my mother's thighs, as I pried my face away form it, matted with her musky grease painting my face. I stared at the puckered orifice before me. Still, a fleck of muck on the side. Mother's dung was a rich, warm auburn. I leaned in to lap it up. But… halted the instinct. flanked by her thighs. I only stared… 
	“Amid?” Zenia gasped. 
	“Y-yes, mother?” I responded. 
	She said nothing. 
	Perhaps, she didn't intent to speak, perhaps, she just needed to hear my voice, to grasp this reality, to understand that… what had just transpired… was, real. Perhaps I was just projecting, because I found nothing to say. Every nerve in my body was tensed, screaming, reminding me of what I had just done. Why or how didn't matter, no matter how pure my intentions had been… I'd sucked the muck out of my own mother's ass… 
	Zenia slowly shifted upward, sitting. Our eyes met. Our breaths, languid. Our gaze, vacant. 
	She shuffled upwards, drew her legs away from me… and stood. 
	“I-… We, should…” 
	“Clean… up?” 
	She nodded, and teetered out of my room. Leaving the subject of what just transpired hanging in the air, looming over me. In the vacancy of my room… But I carried with me, a core of warmth in my gut. A feeling I held onto, before settling off towards the bathroom.