A Kingdom's New Pets

The bright white light disappeared and in its place stood Brenda Newman, mother of John and Secretary of State for his kingdom. A giant smile was on her face as she greeted the user of the transporter crystal. She opened her arms to hug the person who had just appeared before her.

“Sweetie! I’m so glad you’re back!” Brenda told her son as her voluminous bosom pressed against him. John could not help but nuzzle into his mother’s very generous cleavage. John could not help but feel his other self stir at the touch of his mother on his skin. Despite her being his mother, she was one of his favorite lovers. The taboo of them being related combined with her years of experience make each time they fuck an exhilarating experience.

“Glad to be back, mom,” John replied as his hands snaked their way down his mother’s back and grabbed a piece of her very full assets. Brenda let out an audible gasp as she felt her son’s hands grope her large behind to which she just gave him a sloppy kiss, their tongues intertwined in his mouth.

“Now, if you are done,” started Brenda as she readjusted her miniskirt that John had quickly disheveled, “we have much to talk about,” she said as she ushered her son and king to the door.

“Of course, I’m sure much has happened since I le--” John’s sentence was cut short as a thunderous roar shook the building the two were in. Before John could even ask what caused that roar, for the answers appeared in front of him a second later.

A triceratops came stampeding through the center of town, its tail wagging like one would see on a dog. While very confused as to how and why a triceratops was running through his kingdom, John believed he may have glimpsed a hint of the answer as he saw a green blur on the dinosaur’s head as tendrils, or rather sneks, flailed in the wind.

“Was that...” was all John could get out of his mouth before a second dinosaur, a Tyrannosaurus Rex to be exact, quickly chased after the triceratops and Mimi presumed John. The creature’s tail wagged happily as who John had to assume was Yatina, rode on top with her clearly enjoying it as her tail wagged in unison with the T-Rex.

“Well honey, you see...Gabby took the derps for a walk in the woods because they asked after they did very well in their studies...and well...” Brenda searched for the way to best explain what exactly had happened when Gabby and the derps returned to her on top of two real life dinosaurs.

The derps went back in time, found a dinosaur, and somehow befriended them?” summarized John, who was well aware of the shenanigans his two youngest yet somehow obscenely overpowered citizens always seemed to get themselves into.

“Yes, actually,” confirmed Brenda. “We’ve been trying to keep them out of the city proper while we figured out what to do with them, but the girls do make that hard when they play their games,” confessed Brenda.

“It’s fine. We’ll build a habitat for them in the plains. They should be happy there. The only real problem is feeding the T-Rex. It probably eats a literal tonne of meat. So we’ll probably have to...” John started to think of the best way to feed the prehistoric tyrant lizard when his mother interjected.

“Well about that, sweetie, it seems they can survive on derp treats. Probably has to do with the derps’ magic that brought them to our time. Those girls truly are fascinating,” admitted Brenda as she explained the unique feeding habits the dinosaurs had acquired.

“Oh, well that certainly simplifies things. We must make sure to always keep those two happy and our side,” John told his mother as the two began to move to inform the appropriate people of John’s plan with dealing with the dinosaurs the derps brought with them. Before they could get too far, they heard frantic screams coming from where the dinosaurs had been.

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIT!” yelled a frantic voice. “YOU TWO CAN’T KEEP RUNNING OFF ON TONKY AND FRED!” the feminine voice yelled at the top of her lungs. John and Brenda looked at the source of the voice only to see Gabby slithering along, weaving herself between the giant footprints of the ancient lizards her charges were currently joy riding around on. She moved right past Brenda and John before she stopped in her tracks and slowly made her way back to the two rulers.

“Oh, uh..hi...ha ha ha...” said Gabby as she started to nervously laugh. “So Mr. Sir King John… the girls did uh..really...and uh...a walk and...” stammered Gabby as she tried to explain the situation to John.

“It’s ok, dear. I already explained everything to John,” Brenda said with comforting words.

“We even came up with an idea of what to do with those dinosaurs. Just try to keep them from destroying any buildings until we can get their pen built. Think you can do that?” John asked Gabby.

“O-of course! I’ve already told them not to do that and they seem to steer the dinosaurs away from buildings. I’ll try to keep them from going too far!” assured Gabby before she continued her chase of two dino riding derps.

“Good. Now, onto the task I gave Idena and Tanya before I left?” asked John as he and his mother continued their journey to the market district.

“Yes, I received word shortly before you arrived that they had made contact with an informant that will be willing to assist us if we assist them first,” Brenda informed her son.

“I see. Nothing is ever easy, is it?” John asked with a sigh. “Very well. We’ll help this informant and then get the information we need. I want to know who is destroying the other guilds, destroying my city, and trying to destroy my kingdom!” John said in a confident tone.

“Of course, sweetie!” his mother encouraged. “With you leading us, surely there is nobody who can stand in our way,” Brenda said happily and with utmost confidence that her son would keep her and their new home safe.

“We also really need to find a chief architect,” determined John as he stared at the haphazardly built shops and homes of his market square. A combination of elven, human, and even a few orc buildings scatter around the shining white castle that John’s powers were able to build.

“Well, sweetie, you’ve turned down every architect we’ve brought before you,” Brenda pointed out to her son.

“True, but none of them had the vision I’m looking for. I need someone that can match my dreams for this place with a vision for architecture,” John informed his mother as the two had finally reached the castle proper’s entrance.