Hilda was sipping hot chocolate when she heard a commotion from the other room. It sounded like Twig had gone and messed on the rug!
"Hilda!" her mum shouted. She was standing over a puddle on her favorite green and orange rug.
"that's a very special rug, that's your grandmothers rug hilda!" She scolds and then after a shrug goes to the drawer and pulls out a larger pair of red handled steel scissors. She begins to advance upon the white deer fox Twig but he yelps and runs off.
"It looks like someone's getting surgery!" She chimes and then sets to hunting about the apartment for the rascallious critter!
Eventually she catches Twig even though Hilda isn't very helpful at all!
"Hilda!" She calls from in Hilda's bedroom where she finally have the trembling white deerfox cornered.
Hilda is trying to ignore it all with the telly but her mum keeps on calling!
"Hilda!"
"What mum?" Hilda finally retorts.
"Get in here!" Her mum shouted. "He wont stay still and I need you to hold him down!"
"Fi-ine" Hila mutters and hops off the couch.
"About time!" Hilda's mum cajoles, she's leaning over the cornered, cowering Twig giggling at the silly situation, "Twig sure doesn't want to loose his twig and berries it would seem so you better hold him still daer!" She encourages her blue-haired daughter.
Hilda doesn't seem to be enjoying it though,
"C'mon Hilda, ever since we moved we decided we'd do more stuff together as mother and daughter why can't you just relax and have some fun?" She wants to know...
Hilda sighs and kicks a rock but doesn't really respond...
Hilda's mum puts the hand not clutching the oversize shears on her hip, "I think I know what all this 'gloomy Gus' stuff is about," she wheedles.
"Whatever-" Hilda starts to say but her mum continues on unabashed,
"you're still feeling a little sore about your own surgery I bet," and from the twitch in 'Hilda's left eye it would seem Hilda's mum is right, "But like I already told you the city is no place for a little boy, you see how that one kid... uh, David is, right? If you hadn't had your special surgery then there is just no way I would have been able to handle having you couped up in this tiny apartment in this very-close city where you can't be let loose to run wild and get all that energy out don't you see?"
It was a pretty old argument in their household but Hilda sure was sore about the fact that she had to loose her penis and testicles and start dressing like a girl now, the shears had been for her penis but her mother assured her that she need not go through all that again and had just tightly applied a twisted up rubber band to Hilda, formerly Henry's testicles saying 'in no time when the pesky things try to grow they will rupture against the bonds of the rubber band!' and oingo-boingo like that Henry-no I mean, Hilda's testicles had blackend, withered and nearly fallen straight off...
At the time Hilda's mum had reminded her that back when she was Henry she was so energectic and annoying that she had driven away her father and it really wouldn't do for Henry to ruin his... her mother's only chance at getting a little action once in a while now would it? is how she had presented the argument and soon enough, under the condition that she be allowed to dye her hair blue like Nightcrawler from the X-Men Hilda had agreed...
She hadn't expected that her Faustian gender-bargain would extend to her beloved pet who himself had given up a chance at ever reproducing to stay by Hilda's side and console her after her forced sex change by her bipolar and schizotypal mother but anyway
now that Hilda's testicles truly are dead she, like some others I could name, has no other outlets for joy except eating and turning a pyscho-sexual hostage situation into a gift that keeps giving and just find a way to get perverse sexual gratification out of forcing little Twig's white fur covered legs apart while her crazed mum set about her bloody work. And sure enough, it worked!
Hilda was able to achieve a sort of prostate orgasm while Twig yelped and bled below her (AUTHORS NOTE: in this story Hilda is well into 'her' 30's so relax ppl it isn't weird or anything)
but anyway like I was saying Hilda actually really did get off on forcibly castrating Twig afterall.
"I guess if you believe in yourself you really can do anything!" Hilda hugged her mum, and then some!
It was evening now, the sun having set and taken all its light with it, the only illumination in the living room now came from a flickering wax candle placed on the coffee table.
Hilda's mum, Joana, trailed a finger through Hilda's blue hair, "why don't I dim the lights," she crooned silkliy to Hilda.
"Sure," Hilda mumbled red faced and panting heavily.
PSSSSST
The candle guttered out with a wet hiss as Joana, skirt rucked up abover her waist, settled herself gently onto it, extinguishing the flame with her oil slick womans parts.
"mmmmmm get ready," She purred and began to bend over in front of Hilda who's nightcrawler-blue hair blew back from her forehead in the rank blast of wicked, punishing fart blowing out of Joana's rubbery loose butthole like a bat out of hell.
But Joana wasn't done yet! "I'm guna show u why they call me Hoana back in the day," she promised her surly and aroused daughter.
That's when Joana started to take a shit right there in the living room with Hilda yawning wide mouth strategically located below ready for sn undoubtedly messy interception.
"Get ready bitch I had sloppy-jo's for lunch!" Joana promised, they don't call her SloppyJoe-ana for nothing!
Twig didn't like this one bit! He began whimpering in the corner. He was obviously distressed by the cross generational incest shit play going on right before his recently neutered eyes.
"Don't be so judgmental Twig!" Hilda scolded the stupid deer and kicked him in his spindly ribs twice for good measure.
But Twig kept on yipping at them anyway. It was getting really annoying and starting to make Joana nervous, she had always had such bashful bowels...
"Quiet Twig! I can't go with you yammering on like that!" Joana tried to reason with the perturbed beast but it really didn't even work.
Finally, about 5 or ten minutes later Joana was finally able take a shit. The turds fell out of her butthole and splashed wetly on their target, but Hilda's jaw had gotten sore after keeping it open for so long and she had just shut it to massage it a little when JOana filany let loose so it was all butt wasted!
"Damnit Hilda! It took me forever to take that shit and your not even gonna appreciate me why do I work so hard to be good mother to you? Bitch" Joana slapped the shit out of Hilda until Hilda got an idea.
"Wait mum! There's another way; since I haven't taken a shit all week I'm about due for one so if you press your filthy butthole to mine then the turds I have will be transfered to you and then you can shit them back out in2 my mouth!"
"H-Hilda" Joana wiped a tear from her eye, then enthusiastically bent over double to receive her daughter-sons hot smelly load. But just then Twig jumped up between them and bit Hilda right on the prostate and managed to rip it thoroughly out, leaving one giant hole; Hildas turds dropped uselessly onto the floor atop her mothers wasted load from out the front of her vagina-sphincter.
"Bad twig bad!" Hilda yelled in frustration
"Ugh Twig relax, it's not like it even really counts since Hilda is adopted anyway!" Joana's mom said in an exasperated tone of voice.
Hilda dropped the turds she had been collecting from the pile atop the rug in shock.
Her eyes dialated, she suddenly remembered all the times her mother had mentioned adoption to her and all the times she, Joana, had talked about 'finally having a child, not like Hilda yknow but like a real child of my own,'... It all made sense now...
"If I'm not even your own daughter then why all this!?" Hilda indicated their lascivious circumstances, she had assumed that it had all been meaningful, as meaningful as love can be, but to find that it was just some fling between near strangers... She was at a loss.
"Hilda wait I can explain!" Joana was getting desperate, she had been worked up dearly needed to be finsihed off, fine time for her to get headstrong just before I cum, she mused sourly to herself.
"I can't believe you!" Hilda wailed in an anguished extacy of bitter betrayel.
Hilda ran down the stairs. She flung open the back door, and bolted straight for the shed. Therein she found a 26 and 1/2 blade Stihl chainsaw; it was low on oil and needed a spark plug replaced but soon enough the blue haired wondergirl had it started. She went back inside and cut off Joanas legs. Then she poured all the blood into a cup and made Joana drink it all. There was so much blood that had leaked out not only from all the veins in her legs but also all the fluids in the top part of her body had leaked out too and Joana drowned slowly gagging on her own retched blood.
