A/N: Alright, here's a little addon for mason, i wanted to run with this just as an idea. I thought it would be funny and cute so i added a little arc for him. Writing for a blind guy is a little tougher as i can't just visually describe everything but since i'm keeping his chapters mostly pg, i also refrain from writing too much into the sensations of touch. Oh and more NEWS! I ship out for basic training in a little less than three weeks! SO next week im taking completely off from work to take care of some stuff around home, including getting a couple last stories out before i leave. So unlike all of these stories, i will actually really sit down and focus, writing up a rough script and filling it out without messing up the pacing. Most of these stories have been written in an hour or two, split between mornings before work and when i get home around 1 am in the morning before i pass out. Once i leave for boot camp, i wont be back for at least 10 weeks roughly, and since im going EOD, if i get sent right from basic to my schooling for it, i will probably be gone the rest of the year, possibly without really any computer access. So i dont know what the future entails, but i want to make the best of this upcoming week to write some good stories for you guys, so expect possibly frequent updates. Thanks and hopefully you'll see more shortly.

Mason laid back on his bed, smelling the lingering scent of Zoey. He never had seen her with his eyes, back when he still had sight, but he didn't need to in order to be infatuated by her. Everything from her sweet voice to her gentle caresses calmed and excited him at the same time. She would always let him carefully touch her face, pull her against him so he could feel her solid presence in his world of blackness. Growing up for awhile after losing his sight, mason had adjusted to his new life without seeing anything. The constant blank blackness that made up where ever he looked, eyes open or not became almost comforting.

He had adjusted to take in sounds and learn to use his more sensitive feelings of scent and touch to make his way around. He heard things clearer and grew to be thankful for what he did have. One of those things he did have padded her way up to his room. Turning his head towards the sound, mason smiled before he stuck out his tongue. "I told you i could dress myself!"

He heard a light chuckle escape from his mother before she paced over to his bed urging him upright. "Well, come here my little man and let me take care of your dress shirt before you make it completely wrinkled." Leona murmured as she deftly managed to un-button the shirt. You would be surprised what she could do with her large paws, the complete ease that she managed to work intricate things would amaze anyone who could actually see. Mason shrugged his shoulders as he tried to push her back a little. "Leona.. i can take it off myself. You don't need to.."

Raising an eyebrow from habit, she smirked as she playfully smacked him on the back of his head. "Don't talk back to me young man. I will not take any lip from you.." She resumed to unbutton his shirt, pulling the dark red dress shirt off from his skinny frame. It wasn't scrawny by any means, just slender. Walking over to his closet, she hung it before turning to survey her son. Quickly her eyes focused on a few things before a low chuckle escaped her. "Oh is that why you didn't want me to help?"

Slowly making her way over, she could see him trying his hardest to keep a straight face while the blush made his face bright red. The blush however wasn't nearly as dark as the hickey marks that adorned his neck, the tan skin turning a purple from the attentions of Zoey. Slowly she began to trace circles around them, watching him shiver. A pang of lust filled her heart for a split second before she shook it off. "My little boys grown up, anytime i see Zoey coming over, i wonder if i will have to drag her off from you so she will leave. But then again i see you guys aren't exactly just hanging out..."

Gently pulling him in against her very curvaceous form, she wrapped him in a hug, her arms sliding under his arms as she leaned against him, her face nestling against his chest as her wings slowly enclosed them for the moment. Listening to his heart beat a little more rapidly, she smiled before continuing. "I'm glad you found Zoey and that she had been such a major part of your life... But don't forget about us, ok? You're my son and i won't watch anyone hurt you. You mean more than the world to your sisters and I, don't forget that.."

Mason sighed before reassuringly returning the hug. Leona was a wonderful mother even if she was a little on the dotting side. It had been so long ago when she had adopted him along with two other girls from the orphanage. Be skeptical all you want, but growing up with a manticore for a mother made very little difference compared to most modern families. Yeah he had to make some slight changes, urging to be left alone to shower and clean up after he had become a teenager. When he began to start becoming interested in girls, you could feel the tension in the room as his mother and sisters soon began to debate how they would 'protect' him. However he loved this woman who he was holding.

Not romantically, but like family. She had always done her best to support him and his sisters. She worked for a well paying company that specialized in marketing, her ability to make a social network amazing. Mason was always being introduced to people at his own house, as her friends would visit and talk about future plans and possible deals. A lot of Leona's friends were mamono and more than once she had to threaten them to leave her son alone, declaring he was hers when out of earshot of her son. To mason's knowledge, most of her friends were just very friendly.

Nestled against her son, Leona didn't want the moment to end. Looking right, she could catch a little of their reflections in the mirror. Her large paws were nestled on his lower back as she pressed into the hug, her large breast pressing against him as her shirt struggled to contain them. Her ears twitched a little at the feeling of his breath on them, her wings refusing to unfold from the two as her tail carefully wrapped around the two, trapping him. Her tufts of crimson fur flaring at her elbows and lower thighs, her shorts and tight shirt hugging her womanly frame, made to seduce any man by sight alone... Unfortunately her son was blind. Well, that wasn't the reason she had adopted him.

Growing up a very active manticore, she had always been able to get a man. The issue was they never stayed with her. Something or someone would entice them unless she was giving them doses of manticore venom. She always saw other couples, always walking around and happy. Leona wasn't one to just give up but after all her attempts she decided she still wanted to know the feeling of love. Leona thought she found the one, the perfect guy. He was loving and always there for her, never pressuring her to use anything other than her tail when they made love. For with manticore's, only when they have found a worthy lover do they stop using their tail and actually have intercourse with their actual vaginas. She finally gave up her one treasure she had kept off limits until then, giving all of herself to this one guy before she ended up becoming pregnant.

Leona clung to mason for a second, grip tightening as she remembered the man leaving. How he said she wasn't the one he loved and was just for 'fun'. She remembered the feeling of betrayal and the shock of finding out she was pregnant and all alone. Giving birth to her daughter, for the next two years she had fought tooth and nail to give her the best life possible, landing a decent job and buying a house for just the two of them. Leona loved her daughter with all of her heart and felt that same love returned by her little girl, Amanda, raising her alone. Deciding that she loved being a mother, Leona decided to adopt a child, eventually finding Mason and another girl Jessica, who she took in.

Releasing mason, she stepped back, deciding not to make him pass out from all the blood flooding his face. Cupping his chin with her soft paw, her pads resting on his cheek she gave him a gentle pat before turning to leave the room. "Dinner will be done soon enough, so get ready and let your sisters know ok?" Leaving the room, a smile plastered on her face she thinks for a moment about what she just set up. Well maybe letting his sisters deal with the fact Zoey is getting a little more aggresive will be entertaining. Worst case, one of them tries to claim him for themselves. She may refuse to do anything to him, being just his mother but that doesnt mean she wouldnt take the opprotunity to mess with him. She smiled as she thought back to all the times she had, from kissing him in front of people (on the cheeks) or the times she had ushered him into the bath and joked about bathing with him, leaving him a flustered mess trying to hide himself, starting around his teenager years. She missed when she used to clean him up just like her daughters when younger.

Mason on the other hand was filled with a little dread. Having a manticore mother didn't entail anything really different than one thing. His mother Leona had taught his sisters to go after whomever caught their eyes. And while he didn't know outright, he always felt odd when they tried to kiss him or take him places with them. He was actually out the day his mom decided to have a talk about sex with her kids. Including the fact that they weren't related to the handsome boy they live with. Who they loved like a brother, however those feelings were slightly changing as they became older and more of into a lust for him. He remembered when his sisters first found out that Zoey and him were dating, becoming a little confused at how they seemed to suddenly get mad at him, refusing to talk to him for a little bit.

Leaving him to his fate she quietly padded back down the kitchen, her claws lightly scraping occasionally against the tiled floor, before she found herself in the kitchen. Nothing like relaxing occasionally and cooking. It was almost therapeutic for her. Stress was something manticores had a tendency to blow (phrasing)... well sexually. Leona lived with only one guy who saw her as a mother, who she had raised since he was about five, helpless and quickly becoming attached to her. *Thud*... "Girls! Be gentle, don't go banging mason up too much..." A roll of the eyes later at the muffled arguing upstairs, she could just pick it up with her sensitive and fluffy ears.

A smile spread on her face as she began to shape some burgers to grill shortly. Pressing the raw hamburger out, she started to day dream almost, remembering when she first adopted Mason and Jessica. Jessica was an outgoing little girl with jet black hair, her personality bright and happy, while mason was quiet and withdrawn. When she first arrived at the adoption home, she started to interact with Jessica who was so curious about her wings and tail, tugging on her paws to get her attention. Continuing with her visits, she would always see Jessica and she noticed that the little girl would always wander away after a little bit and visit the little boy who would always be sitting alone, almost as still as a statue. When Jessica came back to her, she asked the little girl about who the boy was. Jessica said all she knew, having decided he was interesting awhile ago, she always would see him and talk every day, slowly drawing him out of his shell.

It wasn't long after that, the two were adopted by Leona who took them home to finally meet her daughter, the kids being around the same age, only mason was older and only by a year. He used to be so quiet and afraid to wander around. He would cling to Leona's wings or tail as she walked around the modest house, slowly beginning to ask questions to her. She would take her kids to the park, all three kids holding onto her, one with each hand and one would gently hold the tip of one of her wings or even onto her tail. Her daughters would chase each other around when they first started going to play at the park, while she would take a seat on a bench and pull mason into a cuddle, reading him stories to entertain him. It wasn't long before his sisters refused to let him stay alone and not play, so soon Leona almost felt like she was competing with them for his attention as they would drag him up to the play-scape, guiding him along and taking turns going down the slides with him.

Humming to herself happily, Leona carried the tray over with all the patties towards the door, preferring to use the grill outside. She didn't hear any more struggling, so she figured everyone calmed down. Calling out one last time, she walked outside to cook the hamburgers quickly.

About 15 Mins Ago

Mason rapped his knuckles against Jessica's door. Hearing it swing open after a moment he was about to speak when he suddenly was yanked forwards and pulled into the room. Stumbling, he felt himself collide with a soft body before falling to the floor. *Thud*

Trying to get your bearings when in a tangle of limbs and blind could be a little hard to do at times. Slowly sliding his hands to the side to prop himself up, feeling a leathery surface underneath him fingers. "Mandy...?"

Feeling two strong arms wrap around his neck, mason was pulled into a crushing hug, the teenage manticore overpowering him easily. "Little brother... We need to have a chat with you..." Jessica purred from behind him as she started to slowly help prop him up from behind as Amanda finally let go. Soon he found himself pinned down as they both sat on him on Jessica's bed, almost able to feel the scorn of the stares being directed at his obvious hickey mark. Shuddering he knew he would have to back pedal out of this.. "Now girls... My dearest SISTERS..." Stressing the sisters part, he was hoping to prevent the approaching argument.. Feeling their hands start to grip him tightly, he sighed, knowing he failed.

Mentally he cursed Leona. Of all the things she could do, she decided to raise the girls to love their brother a little too much. It was a battle just to get a girlfriend, let alone be alone with her. Now that she left him marked... Oh god. Why did Leona have to remind the girls at every step of the way, that they weren't related by blood and could freely chase me... Ughhh, i think she did it just for the entertainment of watching. At first it had been innocent enough really. The girls hugging him alot and pulling along with them on their little adventures. But soon they replaced Leona with attempts to bath together and kissing him a little more dangerously close to his lips then he would like, tending to press their now rather grown up and full bodies against him. Even worse was Jessica who had taken to pressing up against him after sneaking into his bed at night, able to creep around the house without making enough noise to wake up Leona.

But whether he was annoyed by their fussing and arguments to try and take him away from Zoey, he still loved them. This was his family, whether normal or not, and he wouldn't trade them for the world. His sisters always protected him and his mother looked out for his best interests, always being there when they were needed. But back to pressing matters. How am i going to get out of this, mason thought as he was tugged back and forth between his now fighting sisters, the subtle smirk resting on his face...