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Chapter 2-A

Belle

School dragged by. We only had three class periods and two of them, Calculus and World History, immediately followed homeroom while the remaining one, Chemistry took place at around noon. This left us with several hours to loiter, and that time was usually spent in the school gym. I'd listen to my favorite podcasts until lunch time, while Raphon put our body through his rigorous exercise regimen. I was actually fairly excited for our extended free-period today, as the most recent episode of Chronus, a podcast that served as a fictional radio drama about a world where time had ceased to function properly, had aired the night before. I could swear the incessant, anxious tapping of our right foot was actually my own doing.

From time to time, I cast my glance at the clock, somehow managing to maintain my place in scribbling out class notes on the ruled paper below. Raphon was paying decent attention, which actually surprised me. There was a certain Junior-class soccer player sitting directly in front of us: Yvette Lefranc. She was a tight little package in the form of a puffy white Samoyed dog. Leaning forward in her seat, her stiffly curled tail presented the thin red straps of her thong as it peeked over the top of her jeans. The fact that Raphon wasn't fighting every urge to pluck it like a guitar string was truly astounding. Truthfully, he would never be so disrespectful to a woman, but he would definitely spend five minutes whispering into my ear the various, perverted ideas that drifted into his mind.

At last the bell rang, and I was pulled from my stupor. I was suddenly, and abruptly thrust upon the realization that I had been the one staring at our classmate's bubbly backside for a large portion of the class. As she stood up, I saw her stretch and yawn, thrusting her curvaceous ass to within an inch of my resting hand. She had a shape to her that was inhumanly perfect in its design, and it was so close that I could smell the floral scent of her shampoo. Without thinking, I pressed my paw the extra inch and then some, practically groping her ample tush in the process. For a second that felt like a lifetime, nothing happened, and my face melted into an expression of horror as I realized what I had just done.

She turned quickly to stare at me, once her shock subsided and realization set in. At first she regarded me with a glare of mixed surprise and disgust. Seeing how Raph was completely oblivious to the situation, reading over his notes which I would most-likely need to borrow that night, combined with the visage of horrendous confusion on my face she seemed to reach the conclusion that the entirety of my groping had been an accident,. She offered me a halfhearted smile, and a "Hey, Belle. Careful there, I almost bicycle kicked you."

"I... sorry..." I stammered, still looking like a child caught stealing a cookie. She raised her head and turned it sideways, looking a bit more confused by my expression of terror, but shrugged and left for her next class, leaving me and Raphon alone in the back of the room. What had just happened? I would never do that sort of thing, before. I've always been respectful, if not standoffish. Of course I enjoyed looking at attractive women and even men almost as much as my brother, but I had never in my life behaved in such a disgusting manner. I could feel myself sweating profusely, my breathing reaching a fever-pitch. I was so disoriented by the ordeal that I hadn't even realized that Raphon had been spectating me.

"Getting a bit bold, sis?" He looked smug, though I could tell the face and tone was for my own sake. His arrogant response was easier to bear than him asking me what was wrong: I could fight back at him, but I couldn't give him an excuse for my actions. Surprisingly, I didn't answer, and just shoveled our notes and books into our backpack after combining everything into one disorderly, rushed stack. Raphon rose from our seat, then immediately ducked back behind our desk as he realized that a protruding portion of our anatomy had gone from its pendulous state to nearly full-mast. Had I caused that? Since when did I have any control over our body's reactions?

He played it off nonchalantly, "You must've been reading my mind."

After adjusting the overly-conspicuous bulge into the waistband our jeans as best I could, I spent the next fifteen minutes wandering the hall with Raphon, as our locker was on the half hour, my brain had switched from my usually-distracted state to one in which I had become acutely aware of my surroundings. More specifically: the student body. I spent the majority of our walk staring at the various passing bodies of male and female students alike, practically undressing each and every one with my eyes and receiving some rather distasteful return glances from the few that noticed. I wasn't subtle, I realized, and attempted to keep my eyes on our feet.

I passed was Alicia Commons, a skinny thing with a tight body. Barbara Ramsey, a beautiful plus-size sheep-girl with a very motherly pear shape to her. Jordan Gentry: A handsome buck from Raph's team; A beautiful Adonis whom I had witness naked in the showers more times than I could count. Boy. Girl. Boy. Boy. Girl. I could feel my arm shaking slightly as I fought to keep my gaze averted. I was playing a subconcious game of Marry Boff Kill in my mind, and everyone was getting 'Boff.' I felt my breathing become heavy as the stress of it all weighed down upon me.

Worst of all: the remaining time between my inappropriate searches in the hallway was spent mentally flagellating myself for becoming so distracted. What was happening to me? Were my brother's hormones beginning to advance into my own thoughts? It wouldn't be the worst affliction I could imagine, and still I wasn't at-all compliant with such a behavioral change. I knew Raph could tell that something was wrong, as he kept passing his eyes in my direction when he thought I wouldn't see. Nevertheless, he kept quiet to allow me to deal with the issue on my own. He knew I wouldn't talk about it, even if he tried.

At last, we reached our locker, just as third period had begun, and I knelt beside it, closing my eyes and doing my best to focus on any and everything that I could except my overactive sexual desires. Raphon sighed and tilted his head so that it rested affectionately against my own, "Listen, I know what it's like to get so hot and bothered that you need an out. Did you want to postpone the gym and maybe go find a quiet place?"

He thought this was just a normal hormonal bout? This was far worse than anything he had ever experienced. I breathed deep, holding the air in my lungs before exhaling in a heavy sigh. This was beside the point that the very idea of masturbating in the school building made me uncomfortable. "Are you kidding? For one thing, what if we get caught!?"

He shook his head, "I'm sure there are plenty of places the teachers don't go on the regul-..."

I shook my head profusely, "No!" I stopped myself, realizing I was practically raising my voice in my heated state, "Sorry. No, I'm fine. I just need a distraction." He wasn't about to argue with me. He knew that it usually ended with me winning and somehow crushing his spirits slightly.

There was a long, awkward silence as I placed our belongings back into our locker, popping the padlock back through the affixed slots and clicking it closed. Raphon then returned us to our hooves. I was beginning to feel better now, though it might only have been because there weren't any immediate people to ogle. I still had a craving in my gut and extremities, and my heart still pounded like a marathon runner's.

It had all been so embarrassing. It was nearly as unfortunate as any of the many times Pip had slithered into other students' clothing. The situation, each time had required hours of explanation as to the snake's wild nature and need for warmth, and ultimately resulted in detention for us, regardless. Raph, unphased by the bad press it had given us, had managed to spin the entire debacle to our favor by jokingly referring to Pip as 'our little skirt chaser.' I had expected this to go horribly wrong, and yet many of the students just seemed to think Pip was twice as cute when they had a debaucherous nickname.

Wait? Where was Pip?

I became acutely aware, all of a sudden, that our serpentine 'sibling' was no longer wrapped around our waist, as was customary for them when we were moving about. From behind, I could discern the sound of giggles, and turned my head to the furthest I could, thankfully assisted by Raph pivoting our legs so as to follow my gaze. A familiar face, a young Junior named Charity, stood rubbing Pip beneath their chin. Charity wasn't my favorite of my brother's flings, but she was one of the only ones who still talked to him, following a breakup. She was a maned wolf, by breed, and was built slender and tall. Her scrawny frame was toned to the point that she almost passed as a boy in some circumstances, however there was enough fat in her B-cups to give her something to divulge her femininity.

Pip, of course, was already slithering up her sleeve, and I was powerless to stop them. Thankfully, Charity was used to Pip's behavior and was quite aware of why they acted in such a way. She ignored their intrusion and smiled to Raphon and myself, "Hello Raphon; Belle. I see Pip still hasn't learned any manners." Raph greeted her, but I was still feeling the intense need to pound an unsuspecting victim into sexual submission, and tried to focus on my playlists, only offering a muttered 'hi...' that was probably only discernible to myself. This wasn't particularly different from my normal reaction.

I couldn't keep myself from looking up from time to time as Raphon talked to Charity and Pip began sliding along her bare shoulder and out the other sleeve, his shovel-nose peeking out just slightly before they stopped in their rude explorations. Charity was wearing a top that left her midriff completely visible, exposing a set of abs that could probably crush a tin can. A centerpiece lay upon her perfect naval: a ruby-red belly piercing that practically beckoned to be kissed. I licked my lips, absentmindedly and continued to visually grope her as the music began to play in my earbuds.

Inside that top, her small, but perky breasts were nestled tightly within her bra. I remembered them, and my mouth almost watered at the phantom sensation of rolling those thick, dark nipples around my tongue, teasing and displacing her crossed stud piercings. I could imagine the doughy sensation of suckling upon those licorice nips in my mind, as well as the familiar sound of her low, guttural moans of ecstasy. It was almost as though I could feel that warm flesh in my mouth that very moment.

"BELLE!" I suddenly awoke from my daydream, and found my face was millimeters from the telltale swell of her breast, mouth gaped and awaiting that last infinitesimal gap to be bridged so that I might bite down on the soft, sensual flesh beneath. How had I managed to go from point A to point B without even realizing it? Beside me, Raph looked horrified, and had his hand tightly gripping Charity's waist in order to push us away.

"I...I don't..." I stammered weakly, stepping back as she looked at me, confused. Pip had retreated to our waist as soon as she had called out my name. Immediately I covered my face in embarrassment, "I'm sorry I.. I just... I'm sorry!" I took off, running as fast as I could, pushing past passing students in a frantic search of a place to hide. I spotted an unmarked door and lunged for it, swinging the door open and climbing inside the janitorial closet. I pressed our back against the wall behind me and slid down until we reached the floor, pushing a rolling mop bucket away in the process.

Raph had been uncharacteristically quiet, and I peered over at him. He looked... concerned. "Yes! I know, I almost assaulted Charity, would you stop fucking looking at me like that!?" I felt myself become defensive, as I often did when anyone showed me looks of concern or pity. I hated that look, and it only compounded on the rage I was feeling toward myself. I knew I was projecting it all at Raph, but I was too proud to admit it.

"Belle... you... you were just in control of our entire body." In all the stress, I hadn't even noticed, but he was right! I'd managed to torque our body down in order to nearly-accost Charity, and had somehow even arrested enough control to flee the scene. How? I had never wrestled control of our body away from Raph before. I didn't even know HOW to control our body. I wouldn't even understand how to move individual parts if I did suddenly gain control. I'd never walked before! This should have been an amazing revelation, to me, but truthfully I just felt terrified.

"How did I do that..." I whimpered, "How... what is happening to me?" I felt confused and powerless, and I buried my head in our knees with a sigh, "Raph I'm so sorry. I'm getting us into so much trouble and I don't even know why it's happening. I don't even remember doing the things I've been doing."

Raph rested his head against mine and sighed, as he often did in the infrequent times in which I ever allowed him to hear my concerns. "I'm sure you're fine, Belle. Maybe you're just starting to learn to control our body! There's gotta be some kinks in the process. Can you imagine how great that will be, though?" I thought about the prospect and it made me feel somewhat better, though not immensely so. He nudged me with his muzzle and grinned, "Try doing it again!"

I didn't see any harm in it, seeing as we were alone with nobody to molest in the immediate vicinity. I focused my thoughts on my limbs: Phantom devices that fed me sensations, but, up until moments ago, had never presented me with any sort of real response to my commands. "Wiggle your big toe!" He joked, and I managed to snort a laugh, despite all the stress. I closed my eyes; I bit my lip; I held my breath. I fought and pushed with every ounce of thought, but, in the end the result was no different from any other day.

I didn't bother saying anything. He had seen the results, I didn't need to tell him. "Hey... you know... You've done it once! I'm sure it's just a matter of time." he offered a bit of optimism, and I returned the smile with only the faintest enthusiasm.

"Let's just get on with our day. We can talk to the doctors tonight.." I offered as reassurance to myself as much as him.

Raph nodded, left the closet and proceeded to take us to the gym. I began browsing my podcasts for the latest episode of Chronus while I was taxied to our next destination. I needed to take my mind off of the event of having nearly just sexually assaulted another student, and discovered that, for only a moment, I had gained full mobility, only to lose it again.

We had just rounded the corner of the East wing hallway when I caught sight of a group of upperclassmen girls gathered in a circle. I recognized them as vaguely as one might spot a familiar face in a crowd, though I honestly couldn't have named a single one of them. My fingertips rested on the plastic of my right headphone, and the closer we found ourselves to the mob, the more I lowered it to hear what was transpiring.

Like us, many students didn't need to take as many classes in the final throes of their senior year, and it wasn't uncommon to see senior class peers wandering around from time to time. What struck me as odd was the formation of the group, as they stood in a wide circle, not like a group enraptured in conversation, but more akin to a gathering around a spectacle of some sort. By the time I was close enough to hear, phrases began to sound off in my ear.

"Oh a cheerleader? Sure honey, you'd make a great cheerleader." The voice was dripping with sarcasm, so thick that a toddler could tell the facetious nature of its origin.

"You're a bit fat aren't you?"

"She's a giant nerd too. Yesterday she was reading comic books at lunch."

"Does she have lunch in there or do you just let her graze out back."

Calling her a nerd? Obvious grazing animal jokes? Not only were these girls bullies with back-asswards views of current pop culture crazes, but they were making hurtful jabs based on the girl's species. I was still worked up with rage at myself from before, but now I was feeling a dead heat in my head from the expounding anger. Each comment seemed to intensify in rudeness, and I had determined that whomever was in the center of their little circle had been caught in the wrath of their bullying. I clenched my fist tightly, and I was certain Raphon could sense my violent intent, because he veered our course in the direction of the crowd, towering us over them.

I cast him a befuddled expression and he shrugged, "What? I'm not going to stop you from playing the hero."

The nearest senior, a tall ungulate... perhaps a breed of impala, turned to face us, observing us with an uncertain look. She looked completely past me and right at Raphon, which was something I was used to, especially from members of the athletic teams, before motioning with her thumb over her shoulder, "This heifer thinks she can be on the squad. We pulled her from the tryouts because she photo shopped her picture to make her look skinny."

"I d-didn't photo shop anything. T-that picture is from when I submitted it... last year." a tiny voice came from a midst the crowd. She sounded scared.

Behind her, a short, mousy-looking thing stood on the verge of tears. Dyed-blue hair cast over her eyes, but I could see her teeth as they bit slightly into her bottom lip. She was an odd, mixed breed: Clearly some sort of canine breed with half-hung ears and a feathery tail, however her splotchy black-and-white pattern and hoofed feet indicated some breed of bovine. From within her voluminous hair, two tiny horns stuck out at either side of her forehead, though otherwise I couldn't see her face. She wasn't really very chubby in the arms, but had an odd bit of swell to her tummy, which I could see even through her thick, frumpy hoodie. Her garment also did very little to hide the far-above-average swell of her breasts, beneath. Below, two big, feminine hips were squeezed into a pair of jeans that were ripped, near the base, to allow more room for her thick, hoofed feet. I could make out some of her features, but buried in all the loose folds and excess material of her less-than-stylish getup, she may as well have been a head on a blob. She wasn't designed to be a cheerleader, at least not by societal standards.

As children, when Raph and I were first introduced to the world and sent to integrate into public school we quickly discovered how cruel other children can be. We were laughed at for having two heads; for having a snake for a tail; for generally being strange amid all the 'normal' children. It was what had caused so much animosity between us for so many years of our life.

Different people react in different ways when it comes to bullying: Some lash out, while others retreat to a private bubble and avoid catching the eyes of those judgmental onlookers around every corner. I was the latter. I hid from conversation and pushed people out of my life. I became depressed for years and had grown to question my own necessity beyond a functioning quarter of my brother's body. My sibling chose a different approach, altogether. He focused all of his efforts on athletics and social studies until he managed to integrate into the very society who once threw mud at him. Despite our different approaches to our own bullying history, we both had the same feelings about the mistreatment of others.

"Honestly, she's better off not being in your little bimbo club, anyway." I sneered. Raph stayed silent for now, though I could feel the heat in our chest as his fight-or-flight response synced with my own rage.

The other six in the circle, some snapping pictures of the crying half-breed and others laughing between themselves, suddenly found themselves silent and turned their heads to look my direction in disbelief. I could barely make out the sound of one whispering, to another, "I didn't even know that head could talk..."

The impala, clearly the banshee queen, regarded me icily for a moment before casting her glance to Raphon. "You should tell your brother t..."

"Sister-" he snapped.

One girl didn't react, obviously having known what, if I had been more active socially, everyone would have known by now, but the others all looked confused. I had never kept the fact that I identified as female a secret, but word doesn't travel very quickly when you don't participate in society. One particularly slack-jawed girl rolled her eyes from the back. This one was a feline of some sort. Splotchy with a traditional-looking cat face. "You have a male body."

Raph stepped forward for me, and I gave that tiny tramp a look that turned her expression from snark to something likened to terror, "I also have a lion body, but as you can see, I am a goat." I presented without an ounce of warmth. To this, nobody had any arguments.

"You should tell your... sister." The head bimbo restarted with as much venom on the word as she could muster, "That this is our legacy, and who takes our mantle is our business not his."

"Hers..." I hissed through clenched teeth.

"Whatever." she huffed coolly. I lashed out with one hand in response to her callous disregard, but fell short when Raphon stepped back again. I nearly punched my own brother for interfering, a moment later, but managed to regain my composure. I was heavily panting and my blood was at the boiling point, but I managed to keep at bay.

Raph smiled, "I'll tell you what, Cherise. You and your friends get out of here, and I won't tell any of them about what we did last July." I saw all the color leave the Impala's face, even before he added, in a deadly voice, "Or what you asked me to do." Had we slept with her? I honestly couldn't remember. July was a very distracted point in my life.

She did her best to look brave against these threats, but resigned to her fate, assuring her companions that there were more important things to do than hang around here. The half-breed looked humiliated, as if she might retreat at any moment, never to be seen again, and I put a paw on her shoulder.

"Don't worry about them, they're stupid." I offered.

She peered up at me with an expression that, try as I might, I could not discern. She looked sad and angry all at once, and yet, there seemed to be a tugging twitch in the corner of her mouth, as though she wanted to thank us for what we'd done for her. I wasn't sure what she was thinking, and she looked to be too confused and angry to say. Instead, she ran from the scene, be it from anger or embarrassment.

"Huh..." was all I could think to say, upon seeing her face and being ignored.

Raph looked at me like I might explode into fits of rage, but settled when he spotted my unusually calm demeanor. "Sorry, I guess she..."

"She had really pretty eyes..."

Chapter 2-B

Raphon

I must have spent two hours in the gym. I lost track of the time around the point when I started with the rowing machine and by the time I had completed the day's regimen, it was almost eleven-thirty. As always, I was granted full control of our right arm, and I received very little in the area of conversation with Belle while she quietly listened to whatever prepped playlist she had set up to hear during today's session. About every half hour, the voice, music or tone of what I could barely make out from the escaping noise would change slightly, indicating a different show, song or story. Sweating profusely, I hunched at the edge of the weight bench, struggling to catch my breath. Every section of muscle ached, and I was ready to hit a shower and eat a entire buffet table, tablecloth, wood and all.

I had pushed myself a little harder than usual, trying to work out the pent-up anger I was feeling after dealing with Cherise and the squad. I knew that this was all going to come back to haunt me, at some point. Like Belle, I was intolerant of bullying, even when it came to individuals I had previously been romantically involved with. Not that I would call what Cherise and I had experienced 'romantic' in any sense beyond physical. I realized, as I sat there in an exhausted state, that there were only a handful of my partners of the evening that I had actually felt any real emotions for. I didn't use women, but more-often-than-not, they wanted to test ride our unique junk, and despite being objectified, I willingly went along for the easy sex. I think Faye had been the first time I had ever attempted to really get to know a potential partner.

I began to towel off my face and muttered to nobody but myself, "Maybe I'm getting bored with such easy fun."

Out of the corner of my left eye, and far out of Belle's peripheral view, I spotted an odd, oblique shape moving behind the door. I craned my neck to see whom or what was spying on us, and realized that it was the hybrid girl we had just rescued a few hours before. Our eyes met, and she averted her gaze slightly, lifting her muzzle toward the area behind me, as if motioning to Belle, before whispering:

"... can she hear us?"

I looked to my right, ascertaining that my sister was still quite-entranced in her story, the volume having been raised to such a decibel that I could actually hear the British voice reading off something about a cactus as if it were being whispered directly to me. She was going to go deaf one off these days, I thought to myself before returning my gaze to the door and shaking my head.

The girl stepped inside slightly, allowing her to become fully-visible, now. She was of a curvy build, that much I could discern, despite her thick, baggy clothes, and she appeared to have a rack I could suffocate in. "You seem like you know a lot of the athletic staff." she began, occasionally peeking over my shoulder at Belle.

I nodded, though I made it apparent with a tightly-pursed lip that I wasn't excited about the direction of the conversation. "I do, but I don't really think you'll do well as a cheerleader, or even enjoy the experience."

She looked annoyed... or perhaps shamefaced, "Because I'm fat?"

I shook my head, "For one thing, I can tell you aren't fat but I won't question what you've got going on in that hoodie. Either way, you're obviously too embarrassed by whatever is in there to wear a cheer-leading uniform. Secondly, you don't appear to have the daring to stand in front of a crowd of two hundred or so and bounce around shouting chants that could've been written by a school child. You don't even have the boldness to talk to my sister and I together."

Her gaze shifted to her hooves again, which I was starting to associate as being her signature move, "I just... I was really rude to her, and I was embarrassed."

I rolled my eyes, toweling off a bit more of the sweat on my shoulders and chest and checking to see that Belle was still distracted. At some point, music had started in her earbuds, and I was beginning to wonder if perhaps she was jumping in and out of media like a channel surfer. "Yeah you and Belle would get along great. She has a habit of saying things she doesn't mean and regretting it later." I turned back toward the young woman who had, apparently inched about a foot closer since I last turned my head, "What's your name anyway? Are you a freshman?"

She shook her head, continuing to inch her way closer to us, "I'm Clover, and I'm actually a Junior."

I looked surprised, "I don't think I've ever seen you before,"

I keep to myself a lot. Also last year I was really really skinny until...well, I had some weird hormonal changes over the summer. Almost made the squad last year, but I got nervous and dropped out of the tryouts near the end. I'm sort-of regretting it now."

"You're better off. They're all bitches." I suddenly realized that since my last peek over at her, Belle had begun listening in. She must have noticed me checking on her periodically and realized that she was missing out on something going on nearby. Clover squeaked slightly in surprise, and turned bright red as Belle craned her neck to see around my head, presenting a sassy, expectant look.

Our guest waved nervously, "H-hi...I'm Clover. Sorry about earlier."

I was expecting Belle to blow her off, as she often did with anyone, regardless of past slights. What came, instead was a shrug of our right shoulder and a look of disregarding. "It's fine. You were in a lousy situation, anyone would've been emotional." Clover looked about as relieved as I felt. I didn't want to watch another girl run away, upset with something Belle said, today. "Why don't you come sit down instead of standing over there by yourself? You look like the unpopular kid at the prom."

By now, I was completely flabbergasted, and muttered to Belle just a bit louder than a whisper, "You're being awful friendly, what's up?"

"I'm trying to make a friend," she hissed back, "like you told me to."

"I mean, I'm glad for that, it's just weird for you..."

"She's really cute, okay? Maybe I want to get to know her bet-..."

"Uhm... I can hear both of you..." We stopped whispering and peered up from our 'huddle' where Clover was casually pointing to her half-drooped collie ears, indicating that she actually had acute hearing. She approached and sat down on the weight bench across from us, grunting slightly, as if the movement actually hurt her somewhat. To this, both Belle and I exchanged glances, but didn't press. "I don't mind talking... I don't know why you'd want to talk to me, though... you're the star quarterback.."

"Well, I am," I admitted, "But Belle isn't like me. She's got her own interests that don't involve sports."

Our guest looked confused, "I'm sorry, I guess I just assumed that you two did everything together."

"Unfortunately we do," Belle muttered, "I've still got to wear a helmet when this meathead plays football, and I still get drunk or high when he dicks around with his friends. I'm a tagalong... I only exist to bother Raphon and keep him in line. I shot her a look, and she merely shrugged. I hated when she self-depreciated like that, and she knew it.

She suddenly looked interested, "Wait, so you two share a metabolism? Wait.. I guess that's obvious. Which of you eats?"

Both Belle and I weren't surprised by her curiosity, we got that a lot, however it was uncommon for anyone to be this interested in an aspect of our person beyond our strange penis. "Well, we both can eat, actually, but we don't have space to accommodate us both eating a full meal, so we like to space out meals so that either of us can enjoy tasting things."

Belle huffed, "You say that, but I've seen you sneak extra cake when I'm distracted." I didn't even bother defending myself. It was true. She turned her attention to the cow-dog again. "Pip can't eat, though. They are completely supported by our nutritional intake."

"...what's... Pip?" Clover suddenly looked concerned, or perhaps even fearful of what answer she was going to receive for that question.

"Our trouser snake," I responded, knowing full well what implication would be taken. Belle started chuckling as the look on Clover's face became more uncomfortable. I responded by lifting our shirt slightly and running a finger down the scaly back of the living belt that had wrapped itself around our waist. Clover looked as though she were going to jump up and leave until she realized that we weren't about to flash her. Pip responded by uncoiling and stretching out to full-length, peering dreamily around the room. Clover let out a near-screech of delight and reached out for them.

"OH MY GOD IT'S SO CUTE!" Pip... did what any Hognose snake does when confronted with a loud, dangerous entity making a grab for it. A second later, they were lying limply across the floor, on their back, mouth slightly agape. Clover looked terrified. "D-did I kill him? OH MY GOD! I killed your trouser snake!"

I chuckled and bent down to offer a belly rub to the seemingly-deceased serpent, "Nope, they're fine. They just do that when they think there's a predator.

She hazarded a reach to rub Pip's belly as well, smiling slightly. "Is Pip a boy or a girl?"

Belle responded with the usual amount of sass. "I asked them once, but I don't speak snake."

Clover covered her mouth to stifle a laugh, and I saved her the trouble of questioning further with a bit more information, "Pip doesn't possess any form of reproductive or digestive organs. Doesn't need them. So we've always called them 'them' or 'Pip.'"

She seemed fascinated by us, and had an unending list of questions to ask, which we happily answered, be it because she was cute or because we enjoyed the attention. Given Belle's need to be left alone most of the time, I was betting on the former. "So... I'm pretty sure I've never seen another Chimera before you two. Aren't they mythical?"

"Well, myths typically stem from some amount of truth." Belle shrugged.

I could tell that this information wasn't enough to satisfy her curiosity, and chimed in, "You know Jurassic Park? It's like that."

Belle rolled my eyes, "Hardly, the scientists that created us got the base genes from fossilized dung found in a cave in Greece and then combined it with existing species to fill the holes."

I nodded, sagely, "Life found a way." our guest laughed at our banter.

I liked Clover, but I decided to keep quiet, for the most part, and allow her and Belle the time to bond. Over the next thirty minutes, they seemed to go from awkwardly conversing about the scientific facts about us and Pip to openly laughing together about school. I had not seen Belle this happy to interact with another person in longer than I could remember. It was refreshing, and it actually pained me to remind her of a prior engagement.

"Belle, I have to go to practice..."

She and Clover cast me a look of surprise, and I found myself, for the first time ever, feeling like the buzzkill on our body. Nevertheless, Clover offered a smile to us both, "that's okay! I should probably head home anyway. I missed like... three classes today and I need to find out what exactly I skipped."

They exchanged several screen names and numbers in order to stay in touch, and at the end of our meeting, Clover leapt to give us both a great big hug, coming to just under our chest. I'm not sure if I was more surprised by the hug itself, or the fact that Belle, without hesitation, returned it.

Chapter 2-C

Clover

It had been quite an afternoon, and even though I had been completely irresponsible throughout most of it, I felt more excited than I had in a long time. Belle and Raphon were a lot of fun, and though they weren't really friends yet, per-say, I connected with Belle on more levels than I had with anyone else in a long time. We had similar interests in games, movies, books, and leisure hobbies. Raphon was really cool too, and we connected in our love for foreign films and outdoor activities. There were enough things that we shared in common, between the three of us, that it never felt like anyone was left out of the conversation. I was walking to the bus circle, when I heard the sound of claws clacking the ground swiftly behind me, and realized that someone was rushing to catch up.

I spun around, in time to see Julie running up the sidewalk, "Clover! I heard what happened! Are you okay!?" She looked at me frantically, and I buried my paws in my hoodie pockets, shrugging, "Yeah, I'm fine. Decided not to join them."

She looked at me curiously, "It sounded like they rejected you and made you cry."

"Exactly why I decided not to join them." I muttered, somewhat annoyed.

Julie looked apologetically at her feet, before clamping her beak shut, "Well... they're crazy, you'd make a cute cheerleader." I craned my neck downward to get a better look at her face hidden behind her hanging cockatoo crest, she appeared nervous, which was actually common for her, but there was something else, as well that I couldn't put my finger on.

"Are YOU okay, Julie? You look uncomfortable."

She stood up straight, thrusting her chest out and looking stiff, "What? No! I'm fine! Perfect actually!"

I shook my head and placed my paw around her shoulder, "Why don't we walk home today, I could use the exercise." I began walking with her, my hooves and her talons making a lot of noise on the sidewalk as we progressed. It had been a while since we had walked together, and I realized that, in my haste to avoid getting hurt, I had pushed Julie further away. She deserved a better friend than me, and yet here she was.

She leaned a bit more against me, which seemed odd, but I allowed it anyway. Her eyes met mine, after a while, and she looked as though she were wracking her brain for something to talk about, "So... did you have a good day? You know: Aside from your encounter with the bitch squad?"

Suddenly, I was thinking about my new companions, and smiled, "Yeah... I met some new folks today. Good folks."

"Friends?" Julie looked a bit concerned, and I shrugged.

"I dunno..." I muttered.

"Well did you all connect pretty well? Did you enjoy their company?" she pried

"Well yeah, but..."

"Then they're friends, honey. Why are you so afraid of calling people your 'friends?'" she gave me a disappointed expression and pulled further from me, as if hurt. I didn't have an answer. I knew that my standoffish nature and my refusal to accept the friendship of others was ridiculous, and yet I was so used to the habit that it had almost become natural. She walked in front of me and stopped, looking into my eyes with her piercing avian gaze. "We're friends... right?"

I didn't know how to reply, for a moment. I didn't want to open my heart to someone, and yet, I knew that Julie was the best friend I could ask for. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, fighting the urge to argue against this line of questioning.

"O-of course."

She bent her knees, looking up at my hung-head, trying to force me to look her in the eyes.

"You're my friend, Julie. I guess these two are friends too." She smiled, and I couldn't help but smile too. It felt good to say, and yet it felt alien to me.

Julie liked me. I wasn't stupid enough not to realize that fact, and yet I felt nothing for her. I enjoyed her company and I loved having her around, and yet there was nothing that emotionally drew me to the sweet avian girl. Besides that, she was also happily asexual, and I couldn't picture myself in a relationship of that nature. I felt bad, from time to time, but we simply wanted two different things, and that wasn't going to change any time soon. I was never going to push her to tell me how she felt, and I just hoped that when she finally found the courage to do so, our friendship would be solid enough that she wouldn't be done with me when I told her 'no'.

We reached the dirt road to my home, and I stopped, looking toward my mother and Step-father's house in the distance. I felt the vice grip of apprehension in my chest at the sight of the tiny farmhouse. I began to breathe heavily, and I almost didn't even realize it until I felt a winglike-hand on my shoulder.

"Why don't we go to my place for a while." She asked.

I wanted to tell her yes, but I knew that I couldn't. I had homework, and I had other problems that needed to be dealt with as soon as I possibly could. I took a deep breath and made the first step toward my home, "thanks for walking home with me, but I have a lot to do tonight."

She knew about what awaited me at home, and I know that she was only attempting to rescue me from the daily nightmare that I was about to return to, but she also didn't know that I had to go, whether I wanted to or not. I felt her eyes on me as I walked down the dusty road, and I wished she would just go home, I didn't want anyone to see what was coming; not even a friend.

I arrived at my house and, to my relief, saw that my step-father, Tom, was drunk and unconscious on the couch, an old black-and-white movie playing on our decrepit television. I sneaked past, thankful for the carpet muffling every step beneath my hooves. The first obstacle arrived in the form of the hardwood flooring of our stairway and upper floor. I slowly crept up the stairs, my hard feet clopping only slightly on the wooden floor that covered the upper levels of the house. "My kingdom for a pair of paws..." I grumbled as I took each ginger step as gracefully as I could so as to avoid alerting him to my presence. It took nearly five minutes, but I reached the top of the stairs without incident and cautiously slunk into my room, shutting and locking the door behind me. Thankfully, my floor had a large area rug that covered most of the walkable space. I had added it years ago just to silence my hooves.

Today was beginning to look up, and I was just happy to not have to be yelled at. If I was fortunate, I would be spared from seeing Tom at all, that evening, and might even be able to have a quiet, relaxing afternoon. For now, certain priorities had to be made. I was so very sore, and I quickly removed my hoodie, grunting and struggling as it caught around the object of my shame. Finally, I managed to pull it over my head and toss it onto the bed, standing before my mirror in only a plain white bra. From my abdomen, just a few inches shy of my belly-button, a thick, pink sack hung nearly as large as my head. It was fleshy and taut with it's overwhelming contents, and capped with four separate, fleshy prongs.

My bra, too showed the signs of my shameful body. My breasts sat fat on my chest, positively bubbling over the cups of my bra with their own hormonal influence. I sighed and dropped down onto my bed with as soft a landing as I could muster, and pulled my pump out from beneath. It had been hours since I had last had a chance to take care of my problem, having completely forgotten my pump on my way out that morning. I applied the two suction cups to my lowest teats and took a deep breath before flipping on the machine. It hummed to life, and soon I heard a repeated buzzing sound as it pulled and released the sensitive flesh of my neglected nubs in succession. I flopped down with a sigh, at the very instant I beheld the first drops of white appear in the tubes. It felt so nice to have that pressure begin to dissipate, even if the process of doing so was so excruciatingly slow that I just wanted it to end.

Still on my back, I reached behind myself and managed to undo my bra, dramatically throwing it across my room, allowing my engorged breasts to flop free, jiggling almost comically. "Don't go anywhere, you're next" I grumbled. I had once tried ignoring the need to milk myself for a couple of days, hoping that the supply would wind down naturally and my body would right itself, but my hormones were so beyond help, that I ended up going to the hospital, where I had to sit and be tended to, humiliatingly in front of a crowd of doctors.

I had nothing else to do while the old machine suckled at my teats, so I simply laid there, thinking about the day. I thought about the degrading and debilitating altercation with the senior cheer leaders, and felt myself unconsciously try to cover my nearly-naked body in abysmal shame. As I remembered that I was alone, I returned my arms to my sides and tried to relax again. To say that I have self-image issues would be an understatement. I thought now, about my two new friends, Raphon and Belle. Something about them made me smile, and I couldn't wait to see them again. Another feeling ran through me; a familiar feeling in my loins that I was more than happy to indulge.

It wasn't necessarily the thought of the sweet chimera pair that caused this bubble of arousal to surface within me, though it certainly put me into a feeling of comfort to think about them. Ever since my hormones went wild, I had found myself becoming more and more sexual in nature. Some days I would switch between depressed and irrevocably horny in the span of only a few minutes. Eventually I had chosen to visit the doctor to try and see about moderating the issue. The medication helped by easing my depression, however I still found myself uncontrollably titillated at the slightest provocation: The mechanical suckling on my engorged prongs was more than enough to do the trick.

I pictured the big, muscular body of my new aquaintences. I pictured Raphon's cocky grin and even Belle's sweet, but sassy smile. It wasn't the first time that I had pictured someone from school in order to explore my needs, I often sexualized the boys who were out of my league, however it was the first time I had been this excited at the prospect of seeing them again. With one paw, I grabbed that shameful sack of flesh and tugged it aside, and with the other, I slid beside it, under it, and ultimately between the compressed flesh of my thighs. I opened my legs, reflexively, and slid my index and ring finger over the smooth fabric of my panties, the material instantly absorbing the moisture I had gathered below. I knew this song and dance quite well, and released my udder, letting it bury my paw in its new position.

I hooked the crotch of my undergarments with my fingers, yanking it so that it was pulled around the thick flesh, below. Without wasting time, I slicked my middle and ring fingers along the wet folds of my aching lips, dipping just deep enough to probe my sensitive button. A tiny jolt filled me, and I gasped only slightly.

Out of nowhere, the pump began to beep, and I realized that it was no longer collecting anything from within it's current connection. I grumbled, my hand still probing my slit as the free one yanked the cups free with a loud, suction sound, drops of cream dribbling down the fleshy mound. With one paw, I reconnected the tubes to my other teats, which were already beginning to dribble bubbles of milk sympathetically from the attentions to the first. Instantly, the tubes flopped to either side, their plastic weight overpowering the stiffness of my nubs as it began drawing out enough cream to fill them, before it was ultimately collected by the reservoir.

With the time I had before I'd need to switch again, I got back to work on my needy cunt. I whimpered as I began to ramp up the speed and firmness with which I was battering my parts, a wet sound coming from below with each scoop of my now-three-fingers. I started thinking about Those two magnificently attractive beasts again, biting my lip and arching slightly. I felt a cool trickle down my side-hanging breast, followed by a similar sensation down the other, and realized that my breasts had begun to let-down, following the emptying of my udder. It was going to be a mess if I didn't hurry.

I began pounding my own clit with my fingers, mashing the button with all the fervor I could muster as I felt drop after drop of my milk leave my nipple and disappear into the forest of my white fur, soaking it somewhat. Each drop traversed the parabolic curve of my tits and ultimately dripped off, creating moist spots in my sheets.

I pumped harder and harder with my hand, but nothing seemed to work, I couldn't seem to reach the conclusion I was searching for. After five minutes, my udder was still emptying, and my breasts were practically drooling a continuous stream into my sheets beneath me. My bed was soaked in milk, as well as the sweat from my heated attempts to climax. I pictured anything I could, trying to reach some visual aid that would assist in hurling me over the edge of the precipice.

Finally it came: the image that gave me the release I needed. I closed my eyes and pictured my new friends, that mythical duo looming over me. I imagined their cock, despite never having seen it, myself. I practically felt it inside me; filling me; abusing my snatch with a wild thrust unlike anything I had ever felt. My eyes popped open, instantly, and I gasped as my body began convulsing over and over from the incredible release set forth by overabundant buildup. Between my legs, my fur and the sheets below were soaked with my juices. I quickly pulled away the tubes and attached them to by breasts as quickly as I could, trying to stop any more of my cream from escaping onto the bed sheets.

Sitting up, I discovered that the damage had been done already, and I would need to clean my sheets. I growled at no one but myself, and waited for the pump to finish its job so that I could clean up the mess, hopefully unseen.