You sit up in bed, sweating bullets. What sort of Fruedian nightmare was that, watching your family slowly changed and brutalized in such horrible ways? Heart pounding in your chest, you get out of bed. Everything looked just right, not a feature out of place. With a sigh of relief, you head downstairs and catch your family eating breakfast together.
Your brother smiled at you, "Hey, look who's up!"
Mom turned and had a look of shock on her face, exaggerated for the occasion. "Well good morning sunshine," she teased. "You look like you had a rough night."
"Yeah, bad dreams," you reply, sitting down across from your brother.
"Well, they're just dreams," your dad said before a sip of coffee.
"So, scrambled eggs and toast?" your mother chimed in before making the decision for you. Hot and fluffy scrambled eggs were placed in front of you, bread toasted to a rich brown and amber color. With a sigh, you dig in, mostly unaware as you hear your brother say something off-handedly.
"Hm?" you ask, more like enunciate with your mouth full of food.
"Don't say scrambled eggs," Mike said, hand going to his stomach. No, it wasn't his stomach, it was some spot lower than the table.
"Mica, are you feeling okay?" your father asked, lowering his newspaper. Something looked off about his scales today. Was it just about time for the breeding season? His colors were coming in beautifully.
You blink, trying to grasp the fact that your memories of your mothers and sister were getting a little hazy. Mica picked at her rodent overbite, leaning back in her chair. "Nah, just had the guys over yesterday night. I swear they ran a train on me or something," Mica said.
There's a hitch in your breathing, your sister's words shocking you. Silver drops with a clatter, you cough once, twice, before asking a pained, "What?"
"Oh, honey, Mica's just in one of her heat spells," Your mother said, her jaws clicking together. She must've been in the same mood as your other mother, her brown exoskeleton looking radiant this morning. "Boys smell her little rat pussy ovulating and I swear it's all night with her!"
Your sister stood, albino fur coating her body. There was a subtle swell under her hoodie, a baby bump full of rat pups, not to mention the rows of six swelling teets. She did smell like a mix of sex and accomplishment, Mica smirking at you. "Maybe once you're old enough, you can have a litter too, squirt."
Old enou- Well, Mica was making sense. You're just her little sister, your puppy pussy won't know a cock for another couple years and the way Mica keeps crying in pleasure through the bedroom walls every night, you're sure it'll be fantastic! Your little retriever tail wagged in your pajama bottoms, tongue rolling out of your mouth, "Oh yeah? Maybe I should go and have a litter of my own right now!"
Something about that sounded perfect, satisfying. Something that'd make the little bitch in you complete. Your insectoid mother chittered, Mica and your other mother laughing. "Well," your fishy mother replied, "Big girl activities require big girl energy, so..."
Your buggy mom helped the fish-tailed female onto the table, your mother grunting and groaning, fingers spreading her cloaca. Out onto the table, your salmon-mom squirted out her roe out onto the table. Hundreds of thousands of orange spheres, some rolling off onto the floor. Your bug mother smiled, her roach wings thrumming. "Oh, yes dear. You should plant your egg sacs on the leftovers. Don't want your young going hungry!"
Mica was already on the phone, such was the way of older sisters. "Mom, cool if Danny, Jerry, and Trey come over and gangrape me?" she said. "I mean just brutalize me; face down, ass up bare-back fucking while I cry."
Your one mother thrummed her approval, one of her many chitinous arms directing your sister towards the feast your mother squirted out. You hardly cared what she thought, digging in and enjoying the succulent roe. It was like having a little bit of your mommy inside your tummy as you thought about your first time! Mica passed, despite your salmon-y mother insisting she take some for the road and for the boys before...
From roe to your mother's delicious carcass, you chowed down. She was the best mommy in the world, providing such a feast for your mom, sister, yourself, and all the eggs percolating in your mother's many egg sacs. Salmon only reproduced once, after all! Oh well, your mommy would find another mate to share her chittering life with, just as your sister would choose her favorite brutalizer and you'd probably marry the first boy to knot you and give you so many sweet puppies.
There it was, the one cognitive dissonance that would make the dream come shattering down like a broken mirror.