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The Simpsons: Diary of Giant Hermaphrodite Centaur

Written by Silent Soul Ken

Tags include: Shotacon, Lolicon, Growth, Hyper, Transformation, Radiation, Impregnation, Pregnancy, Odd Creatures, Swearing, Mild Violence, Teenagers, Futa, Gender Bending, Breast Expansion, Penis Expansion, Balls Expansion

Chapter 2

The First Week and the First Urge

-Lisa Simpsons Diary Entry 7-

It's been a week since the bizarre transformation of our family. As it turns out though we weren't the only ones changed. Everyone is some sort of mutant animal hybrid. Bart is some type of dog crossbreed, Maggie a psychic caterpillar, and me... well I'm some bizarre hermaphrodite centaur. I find it odd that I'm a hermaphrodite, not sure what caused that to come about. Then again we're blind as to what exactly caused us to transform in the first place, so that's not saying much. It doesn't really matter I guess, but I should keep track of everybody that's transformed.

Melvin has turned into a type of lion... if lion's had blue hair and was buff enough to put body builders to shame. He also hates Bart, maybe because he's a cat and Bart's a dog or he knows of Bart and I's relationship. I'm not sure which and that worries me. Nelson has turned into a type of Minotaur. Not sure if it's a horse or a bull but he's definitely big, strong and, from what I heard, extremely horny. Some other girls have turned into horses, but not all of them are like me - a centaur, not a hermaphrodite - they seemed to be like Bart or Nelson, anthro.

Back on topic, Bart said they were heading to Nelson's place and that the very ground shakes as they mate.

Heh, 'mate', a word used for animals, but oddly appropriate for our conditions. Speaking of mating, while Bart's nice big cock can fills me up perfectly, I get these urges to fill someone up myself. This penis is... unsettling. The slightest stimulation outside of sex, and especially during my times with Bart it grows to such lengths that seem unnatural for even the best of the breeding stallions. Probing Bart for information has revealed I may be the most well-endowed horse type mutant currently in Springfield. I'm not sure how to feel about that. I've yet to fully measure but so far it seems to be just shy of two feet, maybe nineteen or twenty inches when fully erect. I just hope I don't experience mating season. Who knows what'll happen to my body? Actually who knows what'll happen to all of us...

Lisa sighed as she looked at her latest diary entry. Luckily Bart had gotten some pen and pencils, and the power had come back on within the week. With it came television, but it was mainly just blue screens. No one was at the TV station. Even as she stood there looking at her diary she knew this was the beginning of a new era. A world ruled and shaped by children, a world that needed a mature mind to rule and the populace of the world was... anything but. Lisa would've loved to take that role but people seldom listened to her so it would be pointless. She sighed and closed the diary for now. Her hoofs clopped on the ground and she went to the special exit designed by Bart. It was a long ramp attached to the house leading directly to her room from the back yard. She could potentially take the stairs one day, but with her dexterity as it was it wasn't going to be soon. She sighed as the sun hit her bare skin, now enhanced by the miasma in the air.

She looked down at her chest and she blushed. A few days ago her nips had blossomed into breasts; C-cup's at least. She hoped that they would continue to grow but not too fast, she still liked her girlish curves... though everybody else was losing there's. She heard movement above and she looked to see Millhouse in the tree looking at her with a hungry look. "Hey Lis," He said, his voice had evolved becoming handsome, seductive and deep. "What you up to?" Lisa reached a hand out, grabbing a towel that was hanging up and wrapped it around her chest.

"Nothing Millhouse." She said curtly before trotting to the street, standing in the middle and stretching her horse legs. It was surprisingly easy to get used to once she figured it out, like learning how to walk for the first time... except it was with four legs instead of two. She couldn't help but mentally cringe at her train of thought. 'Redundant Lisa, redundant,' She chided herself. She was ready now until she heard nails on stone and she looked to see Millhouse next to her.

"Mind if I join?" He asked.

"Yes I do, now please leave me alone!" Lisa said sharply and she took off running down the street.

Lisa did this every morning for three reasons. One, it was a good way to clear her head. Two, she did it to practice running to make sure she didn't trip up or end up hurt. Three, it was utterly exhilarating to run, almost better than having sex; keyword being almost. She inhaled deeply and continued to run, she came to a corner then turned, veering left, lagging briefly to adjust her position before picking up speed again.

Lisa had clocked her running time and was surprised to find she ran 15 miles per hour. Though Bart was more impressive at his normal running speed he clocked in 20 mph. _'Bart,'_She had forced herself to stop seeing him as her brother. Another girl might have accepted that they were sleeping with their brother, maybe even embracing the idea and turning the taboo into a fetish, but Lisa wasn't like that. In order for the relationship to work she needed to see him as a the handsome man he was, not the drop dead sexy brother he also was. It helped that she had a hint of her worship for him, he was someone she could turn to for anything and be totally assured she could depend on him.

Her lust had almost tripled as his body changed. He had grown impressively, now standing near 6'8'' with a more well-toned body, less body builder type as he previously possessed and more lean muscle. He was by no means weak, but he excelled at stamina over raw physical strength. His dong had grown too, gaining an entire three inched in the past seven days alone.

Lisa stopped as her mind veered towards the gutter and she felt her blood heating up, as well as her own dong becoming active. She could feel it start to harden, poking out of her sheathe. Panicking, unsure of what to do she cast het cast her gaze out to looking for someplace to hide. Looking around she saw a house, she went to the door and grabbed the handle, twisting it.

It opened without resistance so she walked in and shut the door using her back leg. She saw no one inside and she went to the living room, the blinds were open but she closed them, her dick now out, the length throbbing. 'Oh man it's so... hot!' She felt like she was in a bizarre oven, sweat beading on her skin, gliding across her belly. She moaned at the pleasurable feeling and she looked around to find a couch that was wrecked, but it would do.

She walked over and positioned herself over it, letting the fibers rub her cock. Her yellow basketball sized balls throbbed, gurgling now. She lowered her body, her cock now touching the sofa, fully erect now, reaching the upper middle of her belly and as thick as a baseball bat.

"Oh god it's so good..." Lisa moaned. Her cock throbbing as it rubbed against the rough surface.

"Good, so... rough!" She moaned and lowered her body against her hot wet organ. "More!" She panted, rubbing it harder and harder, her legs trembling, kicking up slightly. "Gooood!!!" She moaned throatily. She roared her horsey body, scuffing the ground. Her cock throbbed harder, the mushroom head flaring as she had her first male orgasm, her cock shooting out cum like a pressure hose completely wearing the sofa down with pure force. Her balls pulsed, visibly contracting as she continued to unload, now shooting the floor and chipping it with her firehose like cock.

After a full minute of her cock shooting off her flow lessened, however her cock swelled even bigger, the head flaring. Lisa fell to the ground, her girth crushed between her body weight and the sofa making her squeak in pain. She stood up and walked to the side and ended up losing her balance falling onto her side, her legs kicking in the air while her hard cock now weakly spurted out cum. 'Stop! Stop, stop!' Her body kicked, reacting to her panic. 'STOP!' She finally felt her legs still then lower.

She sighed and looked at her lower half, her yellow horse body was covered with sweat and her cock jutted out from between her front legs like a pillar. "Well at least I'm not panicking... Oh it felt so good! And I'm still so... Oh... so that's why it stands up after we do it!" Lisa looked at her cock, the massive brown splotched length just as hard as when she started, she still felt so flustered. She got to her feet and looked down at her organ still hard and throbbing. "What do I do now?" She wondered.

"I could help." Said a voice, young and regal.

Lisa reared up in surprise then came down looking around nervous. "Who said that?" She demanded.

"It's me," Lisa turned to the direction of the voice and saw a blue puddle. A second later the puddle rose, forming into a small rail thin girl. "Alex Whitney." Lisa remembered a girl who had been popular at school causing a slight jealousy period for a while.

The Simpson folded her arms over her chest. "Okay why should I, and what are you exactly?" Lisa asked.

"Well it'd benefit me and you, and I appear to be well... a... slime?" Alex answered unsurely, looking at her body.

"I don't even want to begin to describe how that could not make sense." Lisa said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "How does it benefit both of us?" Lisa asked.

"Well I'm hungry, for one, so I'd get some nourishment - can't eat normal stuff anymore." Alex said.

'This is starting to sound like some twisted hentai game.' Lisa thought, "So you need some fluids?"

"Yeah-" Alex's 'eyes' zeroed in on the massive cum puddle and all but jumped on it with a desperation that surprised Lisa. The Simpson watched as what remained of the thick cum was absorbed into her, the white liquid quickly turning blue. Lisa raised her eyebrows as Alex began to morph, her breasts enlarging, her butt swelling, her legs elongating, and her gooey hair reaching her shoulders. None of it was very drastic, her form now that of a healthy girl instead of a half starved third world child. "Ahhhh there we go, I lost the water in my house so I've been starving for a while now." Alex purred with contentment.

"Why don't you just go in the pipe and fix it?" Lisa said reasonably.

"Ugh the sewage system? With all that garbage and stuff? And do I look like a plumber?" Alex's body rippled in her irritation.

"So you're saying that my sperm is preferable to the garbage below?" Lisa said a hint of smartass in her tone.

Alex began to bubble, literally steaming, just without the heat to boil away at her. "Shut up! You wanna fuck me or not!?" She shouted.

Lisa was reminded by a painful throb from her john, only for this jolt of desire to grow as Alex's body shifted, her upper body thinning and her ass growing wider. The slime girl bent over, showing off a reasonably realistic looking vagina with a plump labia.

Lisa blushed and walked forward on instinct, only to catch herself as she realized she had no idea what she was doing, having never used her horsey part before. Her only concern when Bart frequently mounted her was just keeping her legs from turning to jelly and not waking Maggie, lest the girl barge in and scold them for waking her, completely ignoring her siblings fucking, the male half of which didn't even have the decency to stop thrusting while she was scolding them.

Her hooves began scuffing at the ground betraying her nerves, something Alex noticed. "Do you not know how to use your thing?" She said.

Lisa blushed. "W-Well I just, no...?" She admitted, sheepish and embarrassed.

"Ugh fine then, we'll do it like this, go to... let's see, that staircase and sit up." Alex instructed before morphing back into a puddle, a significantly larger puddle than before.

Lisa walked over and went to the staircase once she realized what Alex wanted. She'd never sat on her rear before, she usually laid on her side or bent her legs in. She understood though what Alex was suggesting using the staircase as a pillar she could sit on her haunches. She walked over, wincing slightly as her cock brushed a fallen lamp. Even despite the sharp poke her cockhead drooled out a sudden spurt of cum flaring.

Alex was on the drop in a blink, absorbing it. "Hmmm it's quite good act-*ahem* hurry up!" The slime girl said again, 'steaming'. Lisa got to the stair and began trying to sit on her butt. She grabbed the staircase and, thanking her upper body strength, managed to pull her torso up. Her front legs rose, her rear legs tried to backpedal but hit a wall and Lisa squeaked as she sat down on her haunch. It felt slightly odd yet familiar sitting down on her butt. Her cock throbbed in the air now. "Now that is quite a sight." Alex purred and she began to form into a body. She stepped forward, grabbing the cock.

Lisa squirmed slightly, her breath starting to get heavy as she felt cold, wet, yet solid friction. Her dick pulsed and she moaned out loud, her voice escaping her mouth. Alex smirked and said huskily, "Yeah, that feels good huh?" Lisa would never forget the odd yet arousing sensation of Alex's body clinging to her drooling sweaty cock. Alex absorbed this fluid and grew even more before she began to wrap around Lisa's length, squeezing down like a vice, the pressure moving up and down like Lisa was thrusting in and out of something. Her body was sweating her muscles flexing her legs shuddering, but Alex was able to quickly wipe her clean with a stray tentacle of slime.

"I-I feel it!" Lisa shouted.

"Oh yeah this is gonna be good!" Alex said with anticipation as she created reinforced the dome of slime at the tip of Lisa's flared head.

"I'm... Cumming!" She shouted her grip nearly failing as her head flared even larger and began to belch jizz into the dome, which bulged out then began to expand.

"Holy shit this is awesome!" Alex shouted she began converting it into her mass, growing bigger. On pure instinct she formed a funnel that created a powerful suction that began to literally suck cum from Lisa's enormous balls. Lisa gave whimpers and little squeaks as she was drained of cum, her huge balls deflating slightly.

Eventually it was over, and the exhausted but satisfied centauress fell forward as she released the stair's railing, panting. Alex slid off her cock, now quite plump, her body forming towering over Lisa. Even with her breasts around H-cups, her ass passing forty-five inches, and her thighs and hips wider than any Brazilian woman, the slime girl still found she possessed a pot belly filled with a heaping helping of horse cum she had nothing to do with.

"Mmm that was delicious! We should do that again!" She said, deliriously happy as she examined herself. Lisa laid there panting then she caught her breath and looked at Alex.

"That was... amazing, but I think I like getting it than giving it at the moment." Lisa admitted.

"Huh? Who would bang your fat horse butt? Not Melvin!" Alex said, her old disdain for Lisa cropping up momentarily.

"Shut up, it's with someone who loves me very much for who I am, not what I look like!" Lisa snapped.

"Well... sorry." Alex said sheepishly before they lapsed into silence.

"How did you end up like that?" Lisa asked.

"I dunno, like a week ago I was taking a bath then I got... itchy and I passed out. Next thing I knew there was a blue cloud and I couldn't really feel myself anymore. It took me about 3 days to finally get out of the 'tub. Ever since then I've been practicing how to move and stuff. Today I learned how to make myself solid." Alex said pensively.

"You were taking a bath huh?" Lisa laid there pondering that when something hit her. "Wait a blue cloud in the bath? You're sure?" She asked, now invigorated, standing up and advancing on Alex who became bigger defensively.

"Y-yeah what about it?" She said nervously.

"If that's so then..." Lisa thought back to 3 months ago, when the radiation had gone off every car in Springfield had died and were unable to come back on. So Lisa and some environmentalists and farms began to care for the horses where Lisa had spent a great deal of time caring for them. However as time passed horses either went missing or outright died from the radiation. Nobody knew what happened to the missing horses but they hoped that they were all right. 'That would explain everything why I have this body and- wait... no because how would I have this thing? Lisa glanced down at where her cock now it rested within it's sheathe. _'Dammit... I thought I had it...'_She looked at the window to see the darkening sky. "I gotta go." She said and trotted out to the door. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow or something" Lisa said.

"Oh okay... bye..." Alex said feeling strangely sad.

Lisa opened the door and galloped home, forgetting her shirt/cloth.

-Earlier That Day-

Bart yawned, unable to stop the dog-like whine that escaped him. He uncurled his body and reached out with his hands, stretching, the popping of joints audible. Lisa mumbled as he stood up on the bed, standing at his full 6'10'' height, his cock hidden in his sheathe, his large honeydew melon sized balls covered with fur while his arms, lower legs and back were covered with the same orange-red fur that he kept groomed. It seemed like every day the fur was spreading and he wondered how long it would take if he was completely covered, or if it would stop at some point.

His body was lean and well-toned. In a little under a week he was now the fastest mutant - ex-human or animal - in Springfield, at least in an outright footrace. His senses were sharp, able to hear the faintest of sounds and track the weakest of scents. His claws and teeth were as sharp as ever, which was a must due to the current demand for food. He snapped with his jaws to get his jaw muscles going and to make sure his teeth were perfectly aligned. He then practiced retracting and extending his claws to easy success.

He nimbly jumped over Lisa and made to leave the room, only to turn as his sister murmured in her sleep again. He looked back at her laying on the bed he had built himself. Reinforced with metal plating and oak wood the bed took a lot of time and effort to make, but...

The tip of his cock poked out of it's pouch in remembrance of the good times he'd already had with his sister on the bed. It was more than strong enough to take her weight, and as a side bonus he didn't have to hold back one bit when they had sex, unlike before where he had to be fairly gentle or else risk shattering the bed. Lisa sure seemed to enjoy the increased potential for a more animalistic mating, now initiating just as many encounters as he did.

Calming down and dragging his mind from his naughty thoughts he then decided to check his other sister and walked down the hall to look in on Maggie.

Maggie was sleeping on a cotton type of bedding, her pacifier was still attached to her mouth as always as she suckled away on it, her features serene as she dreamed about whatever it was she dreamed about.

He smiled and went downstairs, grabbing the duffel bag near the door he unlocked the many locks and opened the door. Once outside he pressed a hidden button on the ground with one of his toes that locked it all back in place. A little invention his sister came up with, Maggie, that is. That little caterpillar was a genius when she could manage to stay awake for longer than a few hours.

He turned and raised his gaze to the sky where he sniffed; he could smell a few squirrels nearby, as well as a few rats.

'Let's see, four rats or two squirrels could get some meat, a dog could too...' He mused. It was then that he stopped himself, remembering what he needed to get. 'We need some meat, beef if possible, water, and milk.' He thought, he paused, 'Beef is 5 points, A gallon of water 8 points and Milk fresh is 15.' He rattled off, remembering the bartering prices and values of animals. 'Time to get hunting...'

Bart started running, dropping to all fours and running down the street into the slums, he slowed his pace to sniff out a rat. He spotted it munching on something and, with a burst of speed, his jaws closing down on it, killing it. He then grabbed his duffel bag and dropped it in before he was tempted to eat it. He licked his teeth, tasting it's blood on his teeth and gums.

He stood and sniffed again. He could smell more rats. He released his claws, ready to paralyze them. It had taken about five days for him to finally find the right spot to cut or press to paralyze rats and squirrels, even with Lisa's help, but he had yet to find the right spot for dogs or cats.

Shaking his head he brought his mind back to the matter at hand and smelled a few more rats in a dumpster. He held up one hand and he flipped the lid open, instantly slashing and killing one with a severing of it's spine only to feel a bite on his wrist.

Bart snarled and drew his hand out, his free hand coming up to the rat on his wrist and hitting the point to disable it. The creature became limp, but it continued to breathe. He gently pried it of his wrist, careful not to cause more damage only to see another rat running out, squeaking wildly. He had to get it before it warned the other, larger rats or get the hell out of dodge. Unfortunately his moment of hesitation cost him and the rat dove into a crack in the wall. Giving it up as a bad job he ran, hopping over the fence of the abandoned house and landing the the street, his claws digging into the ground to stop his momentum.

He looked at his hand, it wasn't bleeding too hard but he needed to get it cleaned. Rat bites without any kind of treatment sounded like a bad thing to leave fester. He reached into the side pocket of his bag and pulled out some still good antibiotic ointment. He pinched some out of the tube and began to dab it on the wound. He felt the stinging pain spike, but was so used to it that he didn't flinch. One bandage wrap held in place by a special glue and he was good to go.

He lowered his hand and raised his head high, sniffing. The smell of medicine was in the air so he tried to keep his head high. He felt his mouth water as he picked up a new scent. A fox, 10 points, 15 if he could get it alive. He turned his head, trying to find the smell. He had smelt a fox before and had nearly caught it but had to leave when it lured him to a rats nest.

He got down on all fours; the fox scent was near. He followed it slowly, quietly, coming to a park. He peered around, his eyes sharply registering the surrounding. He sniffed again, his tail stiff, his muscles contracting under the skin ready to pounce. He heard metal falling and his gaze turned the fox. He was running the second he registered that it was on the move. He couldn't run at full speed lest the fox make a sudden turn and he lost it, but he kept even with its pace as it sped through the street.

Bart quickly registering a few mutants before focusing back on the fox. He sped up slightly and was within reach of its tail when it turned, heading left. Bart jumped, his claws coming out they dug into the ground. His unique way of stopping caused him to slide rather than come to a full stop, and he kept a good portion of his momentum, allowing him to keep up. With a final leap Bart's jaw's snapped around the Fox's leg.

The fox yipped and whined, but Bart pulled his head up and released it into his hand. He reached out toward its neck and his claws dug into the vertebrae in an attempt to paralyze it. Fortune favored Bart as its body went rigid and he gave a bark of satisfaction. He opened his bag and placed the fox inside. A hearty 18 points already... but a few extra didn't hurt.

He sniffed around and resumed his hunt, hoping to catch a squirrel.

-1 hour later, Kwik-E-Mart-

Bart padded down the street and saw the short line of customers. He got to his feet and opening his bag to check the merchandise. He managed to catch 6 squirrels, 3 of them live, and a few more rats. His paralyzed prey was still frozen stiff. He walked to the end of the line, right behind the three lizard-like bullies of Springfield. Dolph, Kearney, and Jimbo all somehow transformed into lizards and had even gained the ability to breathe fire if they were agitated enough.

Despite this ability neither they, nor anyone else, dared mess with the current owners of Kwik-E-Mart; Apu's remaining 7 children, all of whom had morphed into spider hybrids. There used to be 8, but Nabendu once tried to eat a random girl, a little 5 year old harpy, and ended up becoming fused to the pavement when several kids stopped him and Nelson squashed with his huge hoof.

It was a quick and messy lesson to everyone; keep control of your instinct, even if they told you another kid was prey, or be beaten or potentially killed. Wasteland justice was in effect without police or any kind of real authority, and it had gone over shockingly well. Then again, it was a very selfish law system, perfect for the new world, so maybe it wasn't that surprising.

Bart breathed a sigh of relief as he didn't have to wait long. The three bullies walked out, glancing at him before getting on all fours to skitter away. Bart walked in to see the guards, a bull and a buffalo, standing there for both the protection of the owners and the customers. The shop was mainly dark but one could see the various webs on the ceiling above used by the family to get around the shop easier. From above came one of Apus' kids, Poonam - if Bart remembered right.

Like the other kids she had a spider body but her front legs were actual hands and her face was relatively normal. One of her eyes betrayed her nature, possessing seven pupils, and when her mouth opened he saw the fangs. "What do you want?" She asked calmly.

"A gallon of Water, 2 beefs, and Milk, fresh if possible." He answered.

"That'll be 33 points." She said promptly.

"Let's see." Bart opened his bag and placed the twitching fox, rat and 3 squirrels on the counter. There was a slight hissing from around and the guards stomped their large feet to bring silence.

Her right eye rotated, her seven pupils spinning as she examined the haul. "Live fox: 15. Live rat and squirrels: 1.5 each, brings the total up to 24 points." Bart unloaded the rest and the girl lowered down further to push away a few rats. "This is enough." She said.

"Keep the extra," Bart said, pushing them back, "Call it employees appreciation. You never turned me away like a bunch of the other carnivores after the incident." He said, referring to when Nabendu had gotten himself killed. The remaining seven spider children had panicked, turning away any mutant that seemed like a threat to them. Bart, despite being very visibly dangerous, had been on the small list of people who were allowed to shop there still.

She looked at him calculating for several seconds before she nodded and scooped the rats into a bin and retreated to the ceiling. About three minutes later she returned with the items in hand.

Bart grabbed them, gently placed them in his duffel bag and nodded. "Thanks." And he was out of the shop, glad the line wasn't longer or the spiders didn't get into another bickering match. Mutated or not, they were still seven siblings sharing a convenient store, even if it was attached to a massive bunker

-Meanwhile, Simpson Residence-

Maggie mentally sighed as she practiced using her psychic powers. Lifting her rattle and rattling it, and straining to lift the chair. She was getting stronger, that was for sure, she was lifting a lot of things she had trouble with a few days ago. Like Bart's weights, at least the 20 pound ones. The main problem with her powers was how to shape them. She needed to shape them like hands, mainly to grab things, and it was difficult with some thing's, like a chair. Though she didn't know it Maggie's main problem was she was putting her 'hands' in the wrong place to lift the chair.

She looked at the chair now and decided to focus. Shaping her power around it she could feel the chair and she lifted it, her body sweating with effort, she lifted it off the ground. The floating seat rattled slightly before she lost it the chair fell to the ground.

'Another failure...'_She thought sadly, _'Gotta keep practicing though, like Sis and Bro said.' She announced firmly, using her new affectionate nicknames for her siblings. She yawned and wriggled to her bed. Lifting the covers with the last of her strength she curled up and quickly fell asleep.

Maggie's days mainly consisted of four hours of practicing her psychic powers, eating when she had the chance, and sleeping the remaining twenty hours. This was only broken up by patched of when her siblings needed her for something.

-That Night-

Bart walked in to find Lisa sitting in the living room watching TV. It was mainly reruns of cartoons and old reality shows, but it was better than nothing and a much needed return to normalcy for the frazzled residents of Springfield.

"Hey Lis." He greeted.

Lisa turned her head and smiled. "Hi Bart!" She stood up and looked at him, then she shifted her hooves nervously. "Um Bart... I have something to say um..." She was blushing slightly.

"Yes?" Bart said as he went to the kitchen to place what he got into the fridge.

"Well it's uh, never mind." Lisa finally said, deciding to keep it a secret for now. She didn't wish to scare her lover. "You got the food?" She asked.

"Yeah beef, water, and milk right?" She smiled and nodded. She trotted over to her brother and hugged him. He smiled warmly and rubbed her head, kissing her forehead. "We'll be all right Lis." He said comfortingly.

Lisa nodded released him. "Here, I'll make something good tonight." She said brightly as she grabbed the beef and prepped the stove, he hands easily finding the right spices to use to flavour the meat just right.

Bart smiled as he watched her work, he had to admit the two had grown up rather quickly due to the world ending, but they grew up well, taught by their mother to the best of her abilities with all of her love. They were surviving.

He growled lustfully as he watched her fat rump bounce back and forth, a sound he knew Lisa caught because he saw her well groomed tail twitch to the side, leaving her well used holes open to his leering. He knew exactly what he would be doing as the meat was cooking, and a look back at him through half-lidded eyes confirmed that she did too.

The interaction was proof that they were doing more than surviving, they were living.