Mommy's Kitty

Soft Bath

"Y/N, it's ready!" Mommy calls you from the bathroom.
You get up shakily, your thighs and hips aching and between your legs sore.
Still, you hate keeping her waiting so you go to the bathroom and sit on the floor.
The tiles are cold against your bare skin. It's not very comfortable, but you can take it for now. Afterall, you don't want mommy to know that you don't like it. If she found out, she might make you take a double stuffing seat and you don't think your body can take it right now.
So, like any good kitty, you stay quiet, rubbing your sleepy eyes.

Mommy picks you up in her strong arms, leaving you red faced as you're squished into her chest. She holds you for a moment, thanking you for everything. Thick, heavy tears sting your eyes, threatening to poor out. How could someone like her be thanking someone like you? She's just so special— a true blessing in your life– and it's hard to believe she thinks you're the great one.
She smiles, kissing your head gently.

You've always had poor luck with relationships. Particularly with men. They have always been too rough with you in the wrong ways and it's caused you such disdain. At first you thought it was all just unfortunate match-ups, people that just weren't exactly right for you. But as time went on it became clear that the problem wasn't the other people. The problem was you.
It'd always been your fault. You weren't right for anyone. So you told yourself that you were unlovable. That you weren't worth the time of day. Those feelings really ate you up until you were nothing but a shell of your former self. It didn't help that you were already going through other heartaches and struggles, what with the news of your father's development of cancer, and your issues with your sexuality and your gender identity.

You were in such a dark place in your head. So far gone that it's painful to even recall such a time.
But then mommy came and saved you. She really changed your life and helped you through your problems. Your father has made a full recovery since then, but mommy still listens to your nonsensical rantings about your fears that the cancer will come back. She understands you, and even when she doesn't quite understand, she at least listens to you in a way that no one else ever really has. It's honestly one of the biggest factors that helped you to fall in love with her truly.

You're brought back to reality from the sudden stinging in your sore sex. A soft cry escapes your lips. Mommy has betrayed you. A light laugh escapes her as she steps into the warm tub beside you. "Relax kitty."
She sits down, pulling you back against her as she hums. You could've sworn you two had agreed on a shower, but apparently mommy had changed the plans on you. Not that you could really complain. The water was nice after you had adjusted, and that's all that really matters.
A soft sigh of contentment escapes you as warm, soft hands massage your thighs. Those long, graceful fingers providing comfort to your aching muscles.

You relax, laying back against her. You shut your eyes, perfectly happy to be there. The water shifts, almost startling you, but then Mommy's legs are boxing you in, lightly pressed against you, and you know everything is just fine.