GIFT ART FROM:
 friskywoods

ART BY:
 tipard

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Three days had passed and the dino-duckling seemed to be recovering more-and-more through the TLC of Toriel.

"That's it, little guy," she cooed while sitting upon her favorite chair by the ethereal fireplace. "You just rest and keep getting better..


KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK

"Who's there?" asked the goat mom as she gently stroked the feathery dinosaur in her lap.

"Spaghetti," a familiar voice stated from the other side of the door.


Toriel couldn't resist.
"Spaghetti who?" she called back.


"My spaghetti would like you to meat my balls!" proclaimed Sansnard as he entered into Toriel's house while aboard his giant, hovering, sunflower, bullet seed. He had two bags filled with items from the grocery store sitting behind him.


Toriel held back a giggle as she covered the little monster's ears.
"Sansnard," she try to scold between holding back her chuckles. "Not in front of the baby."


"So," beamed Sansnard the pure-white coated hamster while hopping off his seed and bringing the groceries into the den. "Is this to say you may be up for some shenanigans when he goes down for his nap?"


"...," the goat mom blushed.


"Is that a 'maybe'?" Sansnard whispered in Toriel's ear as he walked by her on his way to the kitchen.


The dino-duckling's eyes opened as he moaned and tried to bring himself even closer into Toriel's robed body.


"D'awww," cooed Sansnard upon returning from the kitchen with the supplies that were meant for the child's room. "Have you ever thought of letting him bury that beak into your-"


"-NO!" hollered Toriel while throwing her book about snails at the perverted hamster.


The goat mom's exclamation scared the recovering child to the point of wetting himself as he unleashed a most frightful shriek. The sudden motion of being startled caused him to aggravate parts of himself that were still sore from his brush with being nearly turned to dust. This made him break out into a very loud cry.


"Does that still count as getting a 'golden shower'?" asked Sansnard as he spotted how the diaper the child was wearing had leaked a bit from the quick torrent of urine that had been shot through it.



Toriel stood with a "'harumph'.
"Sometimes, Sansnard," she groaned while trying to comfort the child. "Sometimes."


"Well," he grinned. "It's better than never."


The MILF of a goat took in a deep breath through her nose before releasing it out of her mouth.
"Follow me into his room with those diapers and wipes," she stated. "You can redeem yourself by helping me clean and calm him down."


The white hamster grinned as he picked up the bag and spotted the two bottles of baby oil in it.
"Then can we put these oils on each other?" he asked with a knowing grin.


"Those are for the baby," she said. "They are for soothing aches in scales and fur, or feathers."


"Why does he get all rubbed down and gently dabbed about his special places?" asked Sansnard.


Toriel grinned.
"If it means so much to you," she said. "You can be the one to rub down the baby while I supervise your perverted butt."


Sansnard lowered his head and sighed.
"I kind of walked into that one, didn't I?" he pouted.


"You sure did, Daddynard," the motherly goat giggled. "Perhaps he'll give you some of those 'water sports' you keep bringing up?"


Sansnard groaned again as he followed Toriel and the crying duckling into the recovering baby's room.

"Oh!" enforced Toriel as the door shut. "If you try any of those 'shananigans' I'll turn you into roast hamster before you can say, 'snails'."


"Yes, ma'am," he replied. "I love it when you act all-"


SMACK
"Okay," he replied as the sound of a giant hand making contact against his face could be heard. "I'll be good."