GIFT ART FROM:
 friskywoods

ART BY
 tipard

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A full week had passed since the dino-duckling had been first brought for Toriel's care. His recovery had been going phenomenally! He was starting to walk again, albeit it a bit wobbly, and he had even begun to say a few words, too! One thing for sure was that he followed Toriel everywhere she went.


"You don't let me take baths with you," grumbled Sansnard with folded arms.


Toriel patted the pouty hamster on the head and giggled.
"Because the baby doesn't say things like '[up parascope', or 'Welcome to Cock Island' before showing his little bitty-bits while in the tub," she replied.


"Admit it,"grinned the white-furred hamster. "You liked it."


The goat mom blushed.
"Well," she stated. "That was before I had motherly responsibilities that require me to not corrupt the young."


"You don't know how old I am," noted Sansnard. "Perhaps I'm just as old as that napping pecker?"


"Don't call him that," Toriel said while wagging her finger in front of her hamster friend. "And, last I knew, you didn't need diapers, bottles, or rocked to sleep."


"Yeah," beamed Sansnard. "I have my own special ways of getting a good night's rest."


Toriel thought she'd ask for clarification on her friend's statement, but was fearing the answer would only prolong the lude discussion they had gotten themselves into.


"Momma?" called a worried voice from a cracked open door. "Momma."


"I'm coming, sweetie," cooed Toriel.


"That's what Asgore said," mumbled Sansnard.


The goat mom picked up the little dino-duckling and gave a fierce look towards her friend.
"I heard that," she said while making a simple flame in her free hand. "Your pillow at home may get lonely if I decide to do more than just hold this safe flame in my hand."


The youngster loved it when his mom did her 'safe magic'. He awed at it without paying any attention to how Toriel was making a playful threat to who he had come to know as his 'Uncle Nards'.


Knowing the MILF goat had no safe way to retaliate, Sansnard decided to poke a little more at Toriel.
"So," he said with a toothy grin. "You do still hold a torch for him?"


Toriel's face turned red, but not from embarrassment.
"Harrumph!" she scoffed. "I'm going to go feed our precious baby."


"'Our' baby?" asked Sansnard.


"That's right," grinned Toriel. "You are the one who got him to keep calling out for 'Uncle Nards'."


"Uncle Nards!" quacked the diaper-clad monster. "Momma MILF and Uncle Nards!"


Toriel put her hands on her sides and gave Sansnard a piercing scowl.
"Explain," she said with as much authority as she dared to do with such a small child nearby.

Sansnard felt himself start to sweat.
"You know," he said. "Perhaps I should go and do a little investigating around where I found the precious, little, bundle of quacks?"


"Good boy," said Toriel in a very parenting voice. "Now off with you."


Sansnard exited the house, summoned his sunflower, bullet seed, and zipped off to where he remembered finding the injured child.


"Momma milk?" asked the little one. "Hungry. Momma milk."


Toriel turned beet red as she went about locking her front door, closing her curtains, and carrying the baby over to her favorite chair.
"For you," she cooed while freeing one of her breasts from her robe. "Anything."


The duckling seemed so happy as he gently latched on and drank Toriel's milk. She didn't want to admit it, but it reminded her of what it felt like when she had given birth to Asriel. In a way, for her, it was like having her lost son back.


As the duckling started to close his eyes, Toriel felt tears form in hers while remembering her beloved Asriel.
"I'll take care of you," she said softly while cradling the diapered, dino-duck. "My precious Asriel."