"I'm--I'm gonna do it this time, Mommy!"
"I'm sure you are, sweetheart."
Claire squirmed. She glared up fiercely into her Mommy's eyes, unable to shake the sense that Mommy didn't quite believe her.
Mommy--or Fern, as Claire had known her three years ago, before everything had changed--smirked down at her, hazel eyes glimmering in the soft light of the Christmas tree in the background.
Claire faltered under that stare. Her hand went to her mouth, and she found herself shyly sucking on a fingertip, squirming beneath Fern's confident gaze. "I-I will," she mumbled around the finger. "I can!"
"I know, princess." Fern reached down and patted Claire on the head. Fern almost moaned from the tender touch even before she noticed Fern's breasts practically about to spill out of that red V-neck sweater. She stared, instinctively sucking a little faster, a little daintier. "You've been practicing! Don't think I didn't notice you trying to stay up to eleven last Sunday."
Claire squeaked, her face going bright red. "I--aah--"
She felt Fern's fingertips under her chin, nails daintily tracing her throat. She whimpered and immediately lifted her head from ogling the boobies to meet Fern's eyes again.
"You're trying to win this time," Fern cooed. "
Both
halves of the curse, not just the one about cumming your brains into goo."
Her hand slipped down. Claire felt a thrill of fear as she realized a half-second before what Fern was about to do.
She still gasped as Fern's hand pressed right between her legs, squishing right against her soft, sensitive cocklette under her skirt.
"You want to break the curse that badly, don't you, baby?" Fern purred. Her hand started to rub. Claire's lips parted, and she started to pant. "All you have to do is make it to midnight without falling asleep, and Mommy will stop making all this sweet dummy milk! All you have to do is not cum or ruin, and your mind will finally clear, and you'll be able to escape all this~!"
"M-Mommy!" Claire squealed. She couldn't help it. She humped Fern's hand, tongue lolling.
"You just have to prove you can be a big girl!" Mommy giggled, pressing her hand in a little harder, making Claire cry out in dumb bliss. "Show Mommy you can stay up that late, so Mommy knows you're ready to take care of yourself."
"I-I can do it!"
"Hm~" Fern smirked.
Her hand pulled back. Claire whimpered, squirming, rubbing her thighs together.
Then Fern sat down next to her on the couch, and Claire's breath caught. Mommy's perfume was everywhere, and her voluptuous body was so soft and warm...
"I know you can, babygirl," Fern cooed in her ear. "I'm rooting for you! I know you can finally break out of this, and then we can go back to being friends, and you can go back to acting like a grownup. Doesn't that sound nice?"
Her hand returned to between Claire's legs. Claire whined softly, sucking her thumb and nodding eagerly.
Anything Fern said sounded nice to her. But... oh, but it felt so good like this...
No! She forced the thought back. It had been two years. At least. Counting was getting harder, she only foggily remembered life before this at this point, but she knew... she knew she needed to break free. She could prove it to M--could prove it to Fern!
"Would you like Mommy to keep you company?" Fern purred. "Help keep you awake?"
Claire suckled on her thumb, hesitating. Fern always got... weird this time of year. But Fern wanted her to break free. She'd said so!
And Mommy being close by sounded nice.
And the slow edging would... help keep her awake, right?
"B-Buh," she managed, then popped her thumb out and nodded weakly. "But I don't need Mommy's help. I'm gonna do it by my own, Mommy!"
"But you'd like me to stay?"
"Mmh..." Claire cuddled in a little closer, returning to sucking her thumb. "Mm-hm..."
She heard Fern laughing softly right in her ear. An arm draped over Claire's shoulders, and Claire realized how cold it was tonight, how soft and warm Mommy was.
"Okay, princess," Fern cooed down at her. "Just two hours to go~"
* * *
Claire's lashes felt heavier and heavier with every rhythmic
ting, ting, ting
of the angel chime in the windowsill. Her thoughts felt... thicker... with every passing second.
She was so sleepy nowadays. It wasn't fair. She'd had to skip her midday nap today--the rules were very clear about sleeping before midnight--and she always forgot how badly she needed that nap. It had been nice of Fern to even let her skip it. Fern could have ruined everything if she'd wanted to.
She popped out her thumb--even though her lips felt empty without it, bringing a longing that felt dangerously close to activating the Trigger, she knew sucking her thumb was just too soothing to risk--and nuzzled into Fern's side.
"Aww, we still awake, baby?" she heard Fern purr in her ear.
"Mm-hm," she mumbled. "Yesh, Mommy."
"We're only ten minutes away." Fern's giggles settled on Claire like snowflakes. "You're gonna make it, baby~!"
"M-Mommy," Claire whined.
"What is it, princess?"
"Y-You're..." Claire bit her lip.
And bucked against the hand that had been rubbing between her legs for the past minute.
"I'm what, baby?" Fern asked sweetly.
"N-Nuhthing, Mommy," Claire whimpered.
"Poor thing. You're just so sleepy, aren't you?" The hand slowly pushed deeper. Claire whimpered as her little cocklette twitched and throbbed needily. "Babies aren't meant to stay up this late~"
"I-I'm not a baby, Mommy!" Claire squealed softly, humping against her Mommy's hand and starting to suck her thumb again. "'mm nomt!"
"And you're gonna prove that, aren't you, princess?" Fern cooed. Her voice was like thick cherry syrup, the kind Fern sometimes gave Claire a spoonful of before bed when she'd been good. Or when she was being bad. Or when she was sick, for some reason. "You're gonna prove you're a big girl? You're sooo close!"
"Mm-hm!" Claire smiled proudly, forcing herself to meet Fern's gaze as she happily sucked on her thumb.
"You know, a little treat might help you make it past the finish line." Fern smiled down at her, stroking her hair out of her eyes with one hand. "Wouldn't you like that? Something to give you some energy?"
Claire smiled stupidly up at Fern and
suck-suck-sucked.
Mommy is so pretty...
"Just a little... drink," Fern cooed, and Claire realized she was pulling down the neckline of that tight, stretchy sweater, "before bedtime?"
