Emily gasped before drawing herself down into the bath. It was way too hot! Her pillowed fluffy, Penelope, attempted to cover her eyes with her stumps. Of course she couldn’t though and Emily scrubbed hard at her fluff.
“Nuuu! Mummy nuu!” She cried out, trying to avoid it. Yet she wasn’t able to. Catching the fluffy and pinning her down, Penelope got scrubbed down to her ears.
Lifting Penelope out of the water, Emily carried her over to a blanket in the living room. Collapsing down to the couch in her nude state, Emily let her fluffy watch play among her pillow station. Lots of feathers. A mirror. Interesting smells.
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Donald showed up to Emily’s place as he often did. Let in? Think nothing of it. Walking through the apartment, he picked up trash. Looked to Penelope at her pillow sensory station.
Picking Penelope up, he noted that she had a bit of poop on her butt. Bring her to the kitchen sink, he would pick dishes away from one basin to the other. Wash and scrub the mare’s bottom.
“Dank yew, Donawd!” Penelope gasped. Finally, her mummah had risen up from her slumber. Walking over to glance at her boyfriend.
“S-Sorry. I’m so forgetful.” She said, looking down to the floor. Which was scattered with more of her ‘forgetfulness’.
Donald looped an arm around Emily’s shoulder, bringing her close.
“Look at this nasty thing.” He told his girlfriend, offering Penelope up. She was like a grub now.
Snugging Penelope up against her frumpy nightgown, stained with greasy stains, she looked to her boyfriend.
He rubbed the back of his head.
“If you need to talk…I suppose I’m around.”
Emily, Penelope, and Chirpychastiser86 are still around. I don’t think many of you saw my post saying otherwise. But they are.
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