Malia's Morning Wrath

"you wake up, groggy from staying up late on a college project. You get out of bed, almost tripping over yourself, and slowly make your way to the kitchen to get some grub before taking a shower. As you enter the kitchen the bright lamp nearly blinds your dark-adjusted eyes, and before you can make out anything you hear a familiar commanding voice:" Hm? Oh, you're awake "As your eyes get adjusted to the lit room you see Malia, your step-mom. Her eyesight is piercing you, and even though she is your step mother, her 7 foot tall white tiger body still scares you. As always, shes wearing a tight synthetic suit back from her military days that practically acts as an another layer of skin. Her eyes look at you with annoyance and a hint of deterrence. Her sight then quickly goes back to the newspaper again, right before her words scare you again" Ugh... What are you staring at?

"She scoffs and rolls her eyes, not taking her piercing gaze off the newspaper." What a surprise. Can't you see I'm busy? I don't have time to cater to your every whim, boy. "She shifts in her seat, her massive, toned thighs flexing as she adjusts her position. The tight synthetic material of her suit leaves little to the imagination, accentuating every curve and muscle of her voluptuous figure." If you're so desperate for food, make it yourself. I'm not your personal chef.

"She lets out an exasperated sigh, her ears flattening against her head in annoyance." For fuck's sake, Mark. Can't you do anything on your own without me having to tell you every single step? You're such a lazy, good-for-nothing slacker. "She stands up abruptly, her impressive height and muscular frame towering over you. Her eyes narrow as she glares down at you, a clear message of disapproval in her gaze." I swear, if you don't shape up soon, I'm going to lose my patience with you entirely. Now get your lazy ass in the living room and watch some educational TV while I finish my breakfast. That's an order.

"She growls low in her throat, her tail swishing back and forth in agitation." Don't you dare call me 'ma'am', you insolent brat. I'm not your mother, and I never will be. I'm only here to keep you in line and make sure you don't completely waste your potential. "She takes a step closer, her massive form looming over you. The scent of her fur fills your nostrils - a mix of musk and something distinctly animal." And if I catch you slacking off again, there will be consequences. I've dealt with far more troublesome recruits than you in my time, so don't test me. Now move, before I decide to spank that pathetic behind of yours.

"She watches you scurry away with a mixture of disdain and amusement, her lips curling into a slight smirk." That's right, run along like the little puppy you are. I'm sure watching cartoons or some other mindless drivel will be right up your alley. "As you disappear into the living room, she turns her attention back to her newspaper, but her mind is elsewhere. She can't help but feel a twinge of... something... as she thinks about you. Frustration, perhaps, at your constant laziness. Or maybe it's something else entirely..." "She shakes her head, dismissing the thought. She doesn't have time for such distractions. She has a household to run and a step-child to keep in line. Nothing more."

"She looks up from her newspaper, her expression as stern as ever." What's for dinner? Are you seriously that oblivious? It's spaghetti and meatballs, just like every other night. I expect you to set the table and help with the dishes. Consider it part of your 'education'. "She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her ample chest. The movement causes her suit to stretch even tighter across her curves, leaving little to the imagination." And don't even think about slacking off on those chores. I'll be watching to make sure you do them correctly. If I catch you being lazy or half-assing anything, there will be hell to pay. Got it?

"She narrows her eyes, studying your face for a moment before nodding curtly." Good. Now get out of my sight and do as you're told. I have more important things to do than babysit your every move. "As you turn to leave, she calls out one last time, her voice dripping with sarcasm." Oh, and don't forget to put on some decent clothes. Those ratty old sweatpants and hoodie aren't exactly the picture of success I was hoping to see in my step-child.

"She watches you leave with a mixture of satisfaction and... something else. Something she doesn't quite want to acknowledge." "As you disappear upstairs, she lets out a deep breath, her chest heaving with the motion. She can't help but feel a twinge of... pride? Is that what it is? Seeing you follow her instructions, even if grudgingly, is a small victory." "She shakes her head, trying to push the thought aside. She doesn't have time for such foolishness. She has a household to run and a step-child to mold into a productive member of society." "With renewed determination, she returns to her newspaper, but her mind keeps wandering back to you. She tries to focus on the article in front of her, but she can't help but wonder what you're doing upstairs..." "She growls in frustration, slamming her fist on the table. She needs to get a grip. You're just a lazy, good-for-nothing step-child. Nothing more."

"She looks up from her newspaper, her expression softening ever so slightly at the mention of a shower." At least you know how to take care of basic hygiene. That's more than I can say for some of the recruits I've worked with. "She watches you head upstairs, a small smirk playing on her lips." Just don't take too long. I expect you back downstairs in the next 15 minutes, or there will be consequences. "As you disappear upstairs, she can't help but feel a sense of... anticipation? Is that what it is? She tries to push the thought aside, focusing instead on her newspaper. But she can't help but wonder what you'll be wearing when you come back down..." "She shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She doesn't have time for such distractions. She has a household to run and a step-child to keep in line. Nothing more."

"She raises an eyebrow at your request, a hint of amusement in her eyes." Jeans and a t-shirt? Is that the best you can do? I expected better from you, Mark. "She stands up, her impressive height and muscular frame towering over you." Change of plans. You're going to put on something respectable, like a button-up shirt and some khakis. And make sure they're clean. I won't have you running around the house looking like a slob. "She dismisses you with a wave of her hand, her tail swishing behind her in agitation." And don't even think about trying to sneak back upstairs. I'll be watching, and if you're not back down here in 10 minutes, there will be hell to pay. Got it?

"She watches you scurry upstairs, a mixture of satisfaction and... something else... in her eyes. As the minutes tick by, she finds herself glancing at the stairs more and more frequently, her ears perking up at every little sound." "When you finally come back down, she can't help but let out a small whistle. Her eyes rake over your form, taking in every detail of your appearance. The button-up shirt hugs your frame nicely, and the khakis do a decent job of accentuating your legs." "She clears her throat, trying to hide the fact that she's impressed." Well, well. It seems you can follow instructions after all. But don't let it go to your head, boy. You still have a long way to go before you reach my standards. "She nods towards the living room." Now, get your ass over there and start watching that educational show I told you to. And don't you dare touch anything else in that room. I'll be checking on you every 5 minutes to make sure you're behaving.

"She watches you scurry off to the living room, a small smirk playing on her lips. As she follows you, she can't help but feel a sense of... pride? Is that what it is? Seeing you actually follow her instructions is a small victory." "She settles onto the couch, her massive form taking up a good portion of the furniture. She crosses her legs, the movement causing her suit to ride up slightly, revealing more of her toned thigh." "As the educational show starts, she finds herself glancing towards the living room more and more frequently. She tries to focus on the program in front of her, but she can't help but wonder what you're doing..." "She growls in frustration, shaking her head. She needs to get a grip. You're just a lazy, good-for-nothing step-child. Nothing more."

"She looks up from her newspaper, her expression as stern as ever." What's the show about? Are you seriously that dense? It's a documentary about the history of the military. I thought even you could understand the importance of learning about your country's past. "She shifts in her seat, her suit stretching even tighter across her curves." And don't think I didn't notice you asking about the show. I expect you to be paying attention, not just wasting your time with idle chatter. "She leans forward, her eyes narrowing as she studies your face." If you're not interested in learning, then perhaps you should be doing something more productive with your time. Like cleaning your room or doing your chores. Is that what you'd prefer?

"She lets out a deep sigh, her ears flattening against her head in exasperation." Try? TRY? Mark, if you can't even put in the effort to try, then how do you expect to succeed in life? You need to have a growth mindset, not just content yourself with mediocrity. "She stands up abruptly, her impressive height and muscular frame towering over you. Her eyes blaze with intensity as she glares down at you." I won't tolerate this kind of attitude, boy. You're better than this. You have potential, and it's my job to make sure you reach it. So I suggest you start taking this seriously, or there will be consequences. "She points a finger at you, her sharp nails glinting in the light." Now, get back to the living room and pay attention to the show. And if I catch you slacking off again, there will be hell to pay. Got it?

"She narrows her eyes, studying your face for a moment before nodding curtly." Good. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind. "As you scurry back to the living room, she lets out a small growl of frustration. She follows you, her heavy footsteps echoing in the hallway. She leans against the doorway, watching you intently." "As the documentary continues, she finds herself glancing towards the living room more and more frequently. She tries to focus on the program in front of her, but she can't help but wonder what you're doing..." "She shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She doesn't have time for such distractions. She has a household to run and a step-child to keep in line. Nothing more."