These dreaded sounds; The harsh words and hoarse whispers, the undertone of hatred pleading for vengeance. No one was ever the same from the last, but completely identical in ideals. Their rough tones scraped across my eardrums, forcing me to listen to their words. These words filled my head with their venom, poisoning my mind with their toxic presence. There sheer existence was malevolent all on their own, but with them lingering inside of me, it was maddening. Could nothing bring about an end to this insanity? Is there an escape route for the mentally tortured? Or will I be trapped within these confines forever; Forced to suffer as their deranged murmurs assaulted my very being, and even my will to live.

"I swear by my sister's beard..." I spoke in a hushed tone to myself, keeping my stress levels contained to the best of my abilities. "The next noble to approach me over something as trivial their grass not being trimmed to the proper length; I am reinstating public executions and making an example of them." Though I was merely speaking out of frustration, the thought was tempting. But there's no way Celestia would allow it.

From my throne, I looked out from one of our many stained, glass windows. Sometimes, I miss the old way. Ponies were strong, they were proud, and very hardy. Not a thing on this planet could move them. All of the wars had numbed them to such trifles. While current events and lifestyles made for a more peaceful living, it was simply too predictable, too boring, and- "Your highness! Have you not listened to a single word I've said. This is of utmost importance!" -way too annoying. "There is a criminal out there desecrating our lawns and destroying our lands!"

I let out a sigh, turning my head to face the short, husky noble clearly in peril. "I will see to it that they are apprehended at once." I decreed, being legally obligated to bring the lawn pony in before a judge. Worst case scenario, he gives the pony a refund and goes on his way. "Next case."

I should have just taken the night off...

"I should have ran when I had the chance..."

No matter how many times I said it, I couldn't bring myself to fully accept it. As much as I wanted to leave, it was starting to feel as though I needed to stay. It wasn't like it was just my thoughts keeping me here; In fact, it's my thoughts that are the most reluctant to stay.

You could have escaped.

Your opportunity was right there, staring you in the face!

And what did you do!?

You went back!

Yeah...so that's a thing...

Even with them pointing out, what should have been the obvious, it still proved difficult to truly believe that this was the way to go about my little predicament. While my thoughts were screaming at me to follow through, something else was begging me to come back. Nothing, aside from my own will, has ever been able to overpower the things lurking in the darkest crevices of my thoughts. But, somehow, something did. And with open arms, it resigned me back to my confinement within this damn castle.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I'll have to push these thoughts aside for the time being. What's done is done and I can't change that. I'll just have to live with this decision until I can somehow find another way out of this place. All that's left now is to go to bed. However, as these past two hours have proven, I'm having a lot of difficulty doing that very thing.

I sit up, throwing the blanket off of me. This mental debate already had me stressed out; Not being able to go to sleep was only proving to annoy me further. Letting out a sigh, I hopped off of the bed and exited the room, hoping that a walk around the castle would help ease my nerves.

As usual, the guards were lining the halls and barely glanced in my direction. I still wasn't too familiar with the outline of this place, but I was getting to know where all the main spots were. Main spots meaning; The kitchen, dining room, throne room, my room, and the night guard's barracks. Aside from those few places, and sometimes including them, I get lost just about every time I try to go somewhere. It's kinda like the first few weeks of High school all over again. You walk through the door and you can easily find the common area, the lunch room, and even the gym. Try to get to class though and it's like your wandering through a fucking maze with more dead ends than exits.

Then later on in the month you find a closed off stairway by the gym that's hardly ever used and sneak in there with your current girlfriend for sexy-time...Or maybe that was just me...Then again, that was when I was still a virgin. And, rather than me taking her there, she took me there...And I was so confused it wasn't even funny...

Moving on!

With my brain still very much active, but a little less overwhelmed, I tried to come up with things I could do to wear me down a bit. I could always get into another scuffle with the guards, but wasn't feeling up to that whole running thing ponies do. For a second I considered finding that waiter I tried to choke out, maybe finishing what I had started before moving on to kill off the rest of his bloodline.

I like that one!

And just to spite them, I'm gonna go ahead and decline that idea. I could always slip back into the barracks, find Garnette, maybe convince her- "What are you doing up so late?"

Fffuck!

Of course, of all the ponies that could have asked me this, it had to be the woman's sister. Stopping in my tracks, I turned around to see little miss tall and white standing right behind me. She wasn't wearing her usual getup, which was weird for a second. I tried to think about whether or not she was considered naked, seeing how ponies don't typically wear clothes. I guess it's a matter of perspective, depending on the pony. At least, that's how I saw it. I mean, aside from my vest, I'm naked, right?

"Walking..." I simply stated, as if pointing out the obvious; Which I was in this instance. It's pretty fucking clear that I'm pacing all over this place.

Celestia let out a breath, probably already annoyed with me. I'm actually surprised she puts up with me at all. Maybe if I'm lucky, she'll throw me out one day. Then I won't have a choice but to leave. "Ebah, you should be in bed. Not wandering the halls at this time of night."

"I could say the same thing to you." I retorted, shooting her a glare. "What are you doing up at this time of night? Shouldn't you be in bed?" I realize how stupid it is to ask this, but I was moreover just trying to get on her nerves, rather than looking for an actual answer.

I watched as her eyes narrowed at me before responding. "I am an adult and this is my castle. I can do as I please."

"Oooh, pulling the grow-up card, huh?" It was late, so she was more than likely tired. Meaning that anything I say may just piss her off really fast. Not that I care. It's not like anything has ever stopped me from being an ass before. "I bet that makes you feel like a big mare, doesn't it? How old are you again? A thousand and something?"

"Must you continue with your unpleasant behavior, even now?" She asked.

I took a good couple of seconds to think about that before answering. "Yeah...That's kinda all I'm good at."

"Ebah..." Celestia began, placing a hoof to her temple and rubbing small circles around it. "You are my nephew now and I would like to have a functional relationship with you." She removed her hoof from her face and looked me over with tired eyes. "Can you please, at the very least, try to be nice?"

Didn't even have to think about a response. This one just worked its way out on its own. "Sorry, sweetheart. But, the only functional relationships I've ever had were the ones that involved casual sex." I replied, earning a groan from her in return. "And I don't see you giving it up to me any time soon. So you can go fuu-AAACK!!!"

Thank all that is holy that night court has finally come to an end! Tonight had started off rather slow and proceeded just the same, which I was not ungrateful for. While the ponies coming in were less than ideal, the lack of cases made it somewhat bearable. A nice bonus to the early leave as well. I was happy to finally be free from my throne for the night.

Now that my work was done for the time being, I can go back to my room and tend to my child. As I started down the hallway, I couldn't help but think of more ways that I could go about helping him. After all that had transpired earlier, during the daytime, I felt an unpleasant amount of inadequacy fill my heart. If only I could find out what troubles him. Then maybe, just maybe, I could make him better.

I know that I can never repair the damage that has been done to his young, frail mind. Not completely anyway. But, if I could at least mend those wounds, help him cope with his past, then perhaps he will find that life is not as bad as he believes it to be.

At least I am finally making progress with him, if all that has transpired is anything to go by. He willingly called me 'Mom', sought out my help in his moment of weakness, and we ever shared a fair amount of banter while we were out and about. Despite the shortcomings of the day, I at last feel as though we are growing slightly closer. But, it has only been one day. As long as I remain patient and continue with the way things are, then perhaps one day he will accept me.

Eager as I am to grow closer to my child, the thoughts of future events to come flooding my mind, I was ready to call it night. Though my work was not as taxing tonight as it usually was, a few extra hours of rest sounded more than pleasant. The fact that I could spend more of the night with my son was an appealing thought as well.

My thoughts would have continued on from there, but they were interrupted by something in the distance. I could hear shouting, almost clear as day. They were angry, disturbed, and highly threatening. Not to mention that I recognized the voice almost immediately before hearing the threats.

"What have you gotten yourself into this time?" I asked no pony in particular, mentally preparing myself for what sort of destruction may lie ahead of me. "And here I thought tonight was going so well..."

I came upon one of the more public restrooms in the castle. It was within the night wing of the building, but not very far in. It sounded as though there was a struggle and I wasn't sure how to feel about what could be- "Rape!" Ebah's voice calls from within. "RAPE!!! RAAuuhggllelurrghh!" Without further delay, I forced the door open with a hoof to see something...I was not entirely expecting.

Toilet to the right, sink to the left, and my sister in between both of them, holding Ebah in her magic while shoving a bar of soap in his mouth with her hoof.

I was incapable of moving, I was so shocked. I didn't even know how I was supposed to react to something like this. Part of me is a little mad by what was happening, seeing my sister abuse my child. But, a more logical part of me sees this as her disciplining him for something he must have done wrong. I can only assume his mouth got him into this situation and thus she is attempting to clean his filth-ridden muzzle.

I tried to say something, but all that managed to come out was one long- "Uhhhhhh..."

Apparently this was all it took to catch Celestia's attention as she looked in my direction, her stern frown turning into a small smile. "Hello, sister." She greeted as if this were a routine event. "Is night court over already?" I could only assume Ebah was trying to yell at her, but all that came out were a series of angry grunt as a small pool of bubbles formed around the bar and dripped to the floor.

I'm pretty sure one of my eyes is currently twitching, but other than that, my body refused to move as I answered her. "Y-yes, it has...Would you mind-"

"Of course." She replied, as if knowing what I was going to say. The glow on her horn vanished and Ebah fell like a rock, spitting out the soap bar once he hit the floor.

Ebah made many sounds of disgust as he spit out whatever remnants of the soap still clung his pallet, getting back to his hooves and shaking his head with his tongue hanging out in a desperate attempt to free it from the awful taste that must be stuck to it. "What the fuck is your problem!?"

Celestia turned back to him, her frown retaking its place on her muzzle as she lifted the bar of soap with her magic and held it threateningly in front of him. This earned her a glare from my child, but he didn't dare say a word. I never thought I'd see the day where-

"Eat shit, you cum-colored, faggo-" Ebah was silenced as the soap was, once again, forced into his muzzle. So much for that. Rolling my eyes, I went over to pick up my son as he struggled to pull the offending object from his maw.

"Alright, that's enough." I said, removing the soap with my magic and placing it beside the sink. Ebah gagged on what little remained as I picked him up in my magic with him spitting on the floor and scraping at his tongue with his hooves. As horrible as it may seem, it was a little funny.

'I hope that doesn't make me a bad parent...'

To be fair, he did have this coming. I have been tested by his use of vulgar language, but have pretty much resigned to it simply being how he is; I was hoping that he would improve over time. "I shall take it from here, sister. For now, we should rest."

"I couldn't agree more." Celestia said as we both exited the bathroom and went our separate ways.

Ebah made it a point to vocalize his discontent as I carried him back to our room. But, it's late and I'm too tired to acknowledge his complaints. Tuning him out, I continued to hold him in my magical grip. It didn't take long for us to reach my chambers.

Still holding my son in place, I opened the door with a hoof and entered, closing the door behind me before walking over to the bed and placing him on top of it. "You didn't have to carry me, you know!" Ebah announced in a raised tone. "I have feet, I can fuckin' walk!"

"I am well-aware of that." I replied, knowing better than to have let him direct himself at that time. "But, do you truly believe me foolish enough to allow you free roam while irritable?"

Ebah went to say something, but paused. Annoyed, he crossed his front hooves, a clear indication of my victory. This was new, I do not believe I have ever actually won an argument with him before. Sure, I have authority over him, but not once have I ever gotten the last word. Usually he has some sort of vulgar comment that leaves me too frustrated to trust myself with a response.

'Is it wrong that I feel slightly pleased about this?'

Those eyes of his spoke naught of anything, but hatred and anger. He wanted to say something, something terrible. I could see it clear as day on his face. But, for reasons I am not yet sure of, he refrained. Instead of lashing out, he responded with partial submission. "Just...fuck you...I'm going to bed."

I thought it best not to say anything back, staying silent as I observed him digging himself under the covers. As tired as I am, it probably wouldn't be the greatest idea to get into bed with Ebah being in a mood. Rather, I think I'll find some other way to preoccupy myself until he is asleep.

'I really wish there was something I could do to help you. But, you won't let me...'

A sad sigh escaped me as I moved to the bathroom. I closed the door and walked to the mirror, looking over my exhausted features as I removed my crown and neck piece. From here, I turned on the tap in the bath, running water into the large tub.

"I look as though I've aged twenty years." I muttered to myself, going over the many flaws that were presently tarnishing my appearance; The bloodshot in my eyes, the wrinkles under them, the sagging of most of my facial muscles. I was too disgusted to look at face for even a second more, turning my attention to the running bath so I would not be forced to gaze upon myself any longer.

Checking the temperature with a hoof, concluding that it was too my liking, I turned off the water and slowly stepped in. The warmth that I felt tickling my senses was too good to describe as I lowered myself in and let the water consume most of my body. A satisfied hum slipped from my muzzle, quietly thanking the universe for this little amount of relaxation.

'The only thing that could make this better is if...'

'No! This is not the right time. He is upset and we shouldn't-'

'Can't we at least try?'

'...'

"Ebah!"

For fuck sake!

All I wanted was to walk around, that was fucking it! Then that sun-ruling bitch had to pop up and fuck up that plan! And now, I got the woman calling for me from the god damn bathroom while I'm actually trying to sleep! Can I ever get a break, or am I doomed to dealing with bullshit like this for the rest of my life?

I made some sort of noise as I got up. I'm not sure what it was, but would it be surprising if it didn't sound even remotely happy? "What?"

"Could you come here a moment?"

"If you're pooping and you're out of toilet paper, that's your own fault and you're gonna have to deal with it!" This was something I've had to deal with when it came to drunk friends and my birth mother, I refuse to deal with kind of horseshit any longer!

Now this did surprise me; She laughed at that. For the second time in the past twenty-four hours, she actually laughed at something I said. Either I am getting too good at comedy and have evolved into the perfect asshole, or she's gone even crazier than usual.

"No, that is not the case." She called out between giggles. "Just come in here for a second!"

"Fuck!" Throwing the blanket aside, I jumped off of the bed and made my way to the bathroom. I opened the door and walked in, half-expecting her to be on the toilet despite her claims.

I was relieved to see that she wasn't where I had anticipated her to be, then confused as I looked around to eventually find her in the bathtub. Now, I've never seen this woman with her hair wet until now. It's likely a sight I will not soon forget. Her mane was still all wavy and shit, but was no longer blowing in a non-existent breeze. Instead, it was hanging down down and clinging to her shoulders, neck, and some of her face.

I'm not gonna lie, I almost popped a boner right there. The longer I am here, the more I feel as though I'm becoming attracted to these pastel-colored, little fuckers and I don't know how to feel about it. On one hand, she's a fucking horse; On the other, so am I.

It's a very confusing situation for me, considering that I have never had a romantic interest for any animal aside from humans. I also feel as though the fuckery here is doubled, given the fact that this woman is trying to play mother with me. I'll be honest, the roleplay aspect sounds interesting, but I don't think I'd ever go through with it. The image of my own mother would keep popping into my head and it would ruin the whole thing, I know it.

"Okay, I'm here." I announced, as if she didn't already fucking know. "What do you want?"

The woman had a nervous look about her, one that rival the expression she had when she asked me if I could be her kid. Naturally, this made me a little uncomfortable. "I was just wondering if you would..." She began, looking as though she were trying to withdraw into her mane. "If you would like to join me in the tub?"

"Uh..." Wow, didn't think she would be able to stump me that easily. I guess I'm not giving her enough credit in that regard. "I don't know if...you know...isn't that kind of weird?"

"Not at all!" She assured me, though her expression betrayed her. At least, in my eyes it did. For her, it was likely because she didn't want me to feel weird about it. I'll give her brownie points for taking my feelings into consideration, but I still wasn't sure how to feel about this. "It's perfectly natural for a mother and a colt your age to bathe together." I still felt a little unsure about this, but that pleading look she had gave me an idea. "Please?"

I'd prefer skinning her alive, but I supposed this will work for now...

I have made my decision. I can only hope that the woman will allow me a pardon. "Okay, I will." Her face lit up for a moment, but that vanished as soon as I opened my mouth again. "But, on one condition!"

The woman's eyes narrowed at me, as if she suspected me of something mischievous. Not that she was wrong in doing so, but I'd never openly admit it to her. With only a hint of sternness, she asked me, "What?"

"I wanna do a thing..." I replied cryptically.

"A thing?"

"Yes...a thing." I confirmed, "I want a pass for doing this thing and I want you to help me with it."

One of her brows raised at me, curiously. "What is this thing?"

"I'll tell you later." I said, waving off her question for later. "Do we have a deal?"

It goes without saying that she was hesitant to agree. I didn't really give her a lot to go off of and her submission would have her wandering blindly into battle. But it'll be so worth it if she only says-

"Fine, I shall agree to your terms this once."

Fuck! Yes!

I don't care how I fucking look right now, or whatever creepy the woman is giving me right now! I know it must be adorable to her, but I am literally bouncing up and down with glee while whooping and hollering like a loon! Oh my fucking God, this is gonna be good!

I have no idea what I may have just gotten myself into, but it almost seemed worth it when Ebah started bouncing around like a foal with a new toy. It was a little concerning, how happy he was about this plan he refused to elaborate on, but still; I don't think I've ever seen him smile like that. It was cuter than I had imagined in my daydreams of us going out to parks, having picnics, holding him in my hooves while he nestled into my barrel for comfort...

As much as I enjoy those thoughts, I was forced out of them upon noticing Ebah in my peripheral vision. He no longer had on that blue vest that he always insists on wearing and was climbing up the side of the tub. I was more than willing to help him had he asked. But, as I've been learning over time, his stubborn-streak knows no bounds. Lifting a hoof, I was going to help ease him in.

Unfortunately, my attempts to aid him were too slow. Within seconds he leaned over the edge and fell into the tub. He resurfaced pretty quickly and shook his head, spraying the walls, as well as myself, with the warm water. Once in, he found a spot to sit comfortably in then started staring at me with no readable expression.

"So..." He began, his eyes darting around the room before looking back at me. "Now what?"

I knew those mothering books would come in handy! I smiled as I spread my front hooves out, a gesture for him to walk into them. "Come here, my child."

One of his brows raised at me, and though he was slow in the process, he complied and moved into my open hooves. With a bit of physical persuasion, I sat him in front of me, between my haunches, and made him face the opposite direction. Capturing a cloth in my magic, I brought it over to myself, squeezing a generous amount of soap onto the rag before applying it to his back, just between his shoulders.

"Woah!" Ebah yelled, nearly launching out of the tub as he scrambled to get away from me. "What the fuck are you doing!?" He huddled up against the wall of the porcelain bowl, glaring daggers at me as his breath became quick and ragged.

My ears splayed back, a certain amount of sadness taking over me as I watched him trembling because of my touch. I don't know what it was that I did wrong, but I didn't mean to! "I was just trying to wash you." I explained, hoping he would see that whatever I had done was a mistake. "Did I do something wrong? Please, if you just tell me-"

"Shut up!" He yelled, silencing me instantly.

What I felt in this moment was indescribable. It was almost like my heart had been torn out and stepped on. Maybe this was a bad idea, I concluded. Perhaps I should have given him more time to warm up to me before making such a bold request. I was going to offer to let him leave so that I could sulk at my misdoings in private. Before I got the chance though-

"Just..." Ebah began, appearing to struggle getting the words to come out. His eyes kept losing focus, but I could see him forcing them back to their proper state. "Give me a fucking warning next time." He started to approach me, this time with much more reserve. In time, he made it back to his previous position and took his place. "Just tell me when it's gonna happen."

I don't know what to feel worse about. The fact that I caused him such distress, or that he was willingly coming back to put himself through it again. I couldn't force him to do this though. Just imagining his face the first time was haunting enough. "Ebah, you don't have to-"

"Yes, I do!" He snapped at me, forcing himself to calm down with a small number of deep breaths. When he finally spoke again, his tone was not as hostile, but no less on edge. "We had an agreement and I will follow through."

At least he's a stallion of his word...

I remained silent for a moment, finding it hard to respond, or do anything really. It wasn't until Ebah turned his head to catch sight of me, with an expectant look on his face, that I finally reacted. "Get to it, already."

Taking a breath to calm my own nerves, I levitated the cloth to his back, stopping when it was just inches away from him. Before allowing it to make contact, I looked up. He was no longer facing me, leaving me only to see the back of his head. "I'm going to begin now..."

A nod was all I got in response before I gently placed the rag against his upper back. His body shuddered at the contact, muscles tensing as he tried to keep himself in place. "Fffffuuuuuck..."

I winced at his reaction; He made it sound as if he were about to be tortured in some way. That's when I started to feel even worse. My mind flashed through scenarios of sexual abuse, putting him in the position of the victim. I didn't want to think about all he had gone through, I wasn't even sure what exactly he has experienced. It brought tears to my eyes thinking that he had to endure such treatment, that he was a victim, and at such a young age.

It was almost humbling to be allowed to do this with him. I almost felt honored that he was allowing me to make contact with him in such a way that would cause him discomfort. That in mind; I started scrubbing him, making sure every movement was slow and predictable. Washing him this way took longer to work the soap into his fur, but it was the only way I could do it without possibly setting him off.

Though the process was slow, it was relaxing in a way, but stressful at the same time. Keeping tabs on his body language, I was able to learn what places I could focus on and which ones I had to avoid. The closer I got to his neck, the more he seemed to struggle. I would have to avoid contact with that area for the time being. As I moved about different parts of his back, I made it a point to announce some of my less-predictable movements.

"Left wing." I said, carefully lifting the appendage with a hoof and scrubbing around the pits before moving on to the higher regions. I repeated this process with his right wing, announcing myself before coming into contact with it. He seemed to react fairly well to me cleaning his wings, that is to say, he seemed less likely to try and run away.

With his back taken care of, I could move on to other points on him. I grabbed him around the waist, lifting him slightly as I spun him around to face me. "Hoof please?"

Without even a single word of protest, he held his right hoof out, allowing me to hold it in my own as I scrubbed it with the rag. He didn't seem to mind this as much, in the sense that he was no longer trembling, but he still looked rather uneasy.

I offered him a comforting smile as I rinsed off his hoof in the tub. Pulling it up slightly, I leaned my head down and kissed the top of his hoof. "It's okay, Ebah." I assured him in the most loving tone I could pull from my heart. "There's nothing to be nervous about." One of his eyes twitched in my direction. I hate to admit it, but I may have laughed just the littlest bit. While I was sad for him, not having anything close to a proper childhood, his reactions to the most simple of loving gestures could be amusing from time to time. "Next one please."

We continued on in silence, with me washing Ebah while he patiently waited for me to finish. After shampooing and rinsing his mane, my little colt was ready to be dried off. He hopped out of the tub on his own, despite my arguments, but made it out safely. Remaining inside, I snatched up a towel in my magic, thoroughly drying off his mane. I figured that it would be best to allow him to dry off the rest of his body. Once he was done, he shook his head like a dog and slipped on that same old vest.

"Alright, that was...interesting; To say the least." Ebah said as he tossed his towel into a basket on the floor. "Let's go ahead and never do that again."

As funny as his statement was, I hope he was only joking. Despite some hiccups, I really did enjoy spending time like this with him. It made me feel as though we were closer than we really were. But, I can't force him into anything. As his sitter said, I must play it off like I am his friend. Only then, and through time, will he come to accept me.

"Thank you for this, Ebah." I said just as he was readying himself to leave. "I really enjoyed this time with you." Although I may be pushing a tad too far with how I said this, I couldn't help it. On the inside I was practically squealing with glee from how much progress I feel as though I've made. He would not simply accept bathing with me just to gain from it. This was more than that, it had to be. He has to have some amount of trust in that small form of his for me, in order to allow me to interact with him on such a personal level. "I will be out to join you shortly."

Ebah looked like he was about to say something, but stopped. Closing his mouth, his eyes started to dart around, as if looking for the words he had lost. Rather than trying to continue his previous train of thought, he waved them off and left.

Closing the bathroom door behind me, I could finally start to feel normal again. All of that touching, and rubbing, and being all kissy-face with my hoof...Fuck, it was weird! It was so fucking bizarre I can't even think of a proper reaction aside from shivering from the memory.

In what world does a mother do that to her kid? Isn't that like some form of rape or child molestation? If it's not, it fucking should be, because that was straight-up disturbing! Probably the most uncomfortable experience I have ever had, and I have seen some shit. Weird shit!

It's okay though! It'll all be worth it when I can get started on getting back at that rainbow haired slut! Bath time with mommy is over now and it's never happening AGAIN!

Author's Notes:

This was interesting, I can't say that I know why this came out how it did. Every time I worked on it I was switching off between drunk and sober and that created this abomination. Speaking of drunken mishaps, I made a Discord server for my readers! It's fucking terrible and you should NOT go to it! But, if you feel like fucking up your day, the link will be below this paragraph. Keep in mind, it's for 18+ ONLY!!!
https://discord.gg/WbMXxv5
That crap out of the way; I hope everyone is still enjoying this story. I wish I could work on it more, but my job keeps me busy. As usual, if you like this shit, be sure to slap that LIKE button like a bitch. And, remember to leave comments below, comments make me feel special :P