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Chapter 6-A

Belle

I felt like a ghost. Even though I wasn't having blackouts, I was still losing consciousness in the sense that the world around me had become a vague dream. The kind of dream in which everything felt so familiar, and yet so unimportant that you simply drifted through the ever-shifting timeline until the moment you woke and forgot all of the unimportant happenstances of your slumber-induced faux reality. I could hear people talk to me, and sometimes I would even respond to their questions and comments to the best of my ability, but I was no longer there. I was no longer on the planet. I was watching my life through a television screen without enough care to change the channel. Raph took us to school that morning, and walked us to homeroom. I was receiving strange, offhanded looks, and I wasn't sure if it was from the permanent scowl I wore, or some other slight I would hear about in a rumor later.

I had always been standoffish. Now, I was full of loathing for all of the people around me. Somewhere throughout the morning, my head went from it's downward stare to peer forward at Yvette. I hated her. I had never hated her before, but now that was all I could feel. I hated her perky breasts, her feminine curves, her female body. I hated that she was who she wanted to be, and had infinitely more time in her life to enjoy it. Why should she be happy? What made her so fucking special? My hand gripped the desk tighter, and I felt its opposite rest upon my clenched knuckles. Raph rested his head against mine, and I sighed, calming for only a moment. The strangest part of housing so much loathing for those around me was the fact that, through it all, I still felt excessive and tawdry, like this entire situation was because I really was holding Raphon's life back.

Raphon was there, and whether or not I would have admitted it, that meant the world to me. I wouldn't want to ever be apart from him, and I'd never change our body or pressure him to... but what if things had been different? What if we'd been physically female like Carmen?

Carmen. My jaw locked tight, and I felt like my teeth might break from it. I hated her so much, and I'd never even met her. I wasn't even sure why I hated her. Was it because I saw in her a reminder that I had a grotesquely finite existence? Was it because she was born the way she wished to be? I don't think I knew why I felt such animosity, only that I did.

I pushed through my day, our classes flying by like so much lost time. I was still floating in that empty haze that was depression and hate, and barely recalled the class topics at all. I hadn't even taken notes, and I knew Raphon had worked extra-hard to take them for me.

For our break period, I did nothing. I didn't listen to a novel or podcast, or even music. I just wanted to sleep and wait for the coming inevitability that was my departure from this existence. Raphon didn't go to the gym. I think he sensed that I didn't feel like doing anything, and joined me in a morning of reflection, which actually must have been hard for him. From time to time, he'd kiss my cheek, rest his hand on mine, or tell me that he loved me, to which I might smile, briefly, but ultimately returned to my doldrums.

After classes had ended, Raphon had requested to skip practice, and explained to the coach that it had been for personal reasons. Coach Tuller, who had been one of the few teacher whom I actually had a conversational relationship with, looked at me through the entire event. I realized that he could sense something wrong and offered me a smile. I hid my face behind my dangling pink curtains to avoid a conversation.

On our way home, Raph took us to my favorite cheap eatery, Tortilla Hut, and loaded up a bag with soft tacos, fifty-six ounce sodas, and enough nuclear sauce to kill a man. From there, he took us to Jhekyl Park, a place we had been going since we were children. In an earlier time, we had been active in playing on the playground, but nowadays, we enjoyed sitting on the grassy hill that dipped into the nearby pond to just relax. I felt the blades tickle my fingertips and the Sunshine warm my face while a cool breeze blew the smell of algae and mildew from the nearby dock into my nose. This place was simple, but it was sacred to us.

"You aren't going to disappear..." Raph huffed, defiantly as he pulled a taco from the paper bag, passing it and a handful of nuclear sauce packets toward me, "It's ridiculous. Even scientifically. Your brain is your brain. It's not going to get re-recorded like an old VHS." This would all have been a sweet reinsurance, if Raphon hadn't received a 'C' in every science class since we were in first grade. Somehow I doubted that the Dr. Lu and Dr. Peregrine were wrong, this time.

"Besides, they don't even know, themselves. This is all a guess. Maybe you're just developing epilepsy?"

I rolled my eyes and spoke for the first time that day, punching his arm, "How is THAT supposed to make me feel better?!" He looked at me with a smile, while I glowered back at him spitefully. Eventually, his poor attempt to cheer me up and the general goofiness of the entire situation won my heart and I cracked a smile, if only slightly. Pip was slithering through the grass, chasing futilely after wild insects, which were more adept at escape than Pip was at the chase.

Raph scooted our body closer to the water, allowing our hooves to breach the calm surface, soaking in the cool pond and resting on the muddy, reedy bottom. It felt nice, and I shivered slightly from the initial chill. Pip slid into the water as well, sunning half his body on the shore, while the rest of him, minus that scoop-nose submerged in the clear water.

Raph finished shoveling in a taco, then offered me another, which I began to top with another pack of pungent sauce. Once he'd finished chewing and swallowing an entire taco in one bite, he spoke again, "You know, I sent Clover a message last night."

"Oh..." I said, suddenly tacked on with another stimulus for my new depression. Still, I was always interested in all matters pertaining to Clover and pressed for more information, "So... what'd you two talk about?"

He fished out another taco, practically coating it in the fiery goo, "I told her I loved her."

I stopped, a taco sticking half-out from my mouth, and let out a muffled 'WHAT," Raphon nodded, "we talked about other things too, but mostly, I told her I loved her."

I finished chewing, finally able to ask questions, "What did she say? Why did you say that! Oh god, she's never going to talk to us again. Raph why did you..."

"I said that I love you both, too." came a familiar voice from behind me. I felt a dainty paw on my shoulder and suddenly, as if in response to the touch, I could feel every emotion I had been suppressing bubble to the surface. I turned my head as Clover sat beside me, her piercing, icy eyes looking into mine as she used a free paw to move her cerulean-dyed hair aside.

I didn't know what to say. I was so happy to see her, and yet part of me was afraid. "You... are you just here because of what's happening to me?" I slipped into my old habit of mistrusting those around me, and looked to Raphon, "did you plan this!? How much did you tell her?!" Clover looked confused.

Raphon shook his head, "I told her you needed a friend. She told me that she missed us. We talked about our days, and I told her how we spent all day yesterday playing video games, and how much you missed her." He glared at me, indicating that this was all he had said, and to drop it unless I wanted to divulge more information that I had previously intended.

"Oh... yeah... video games..." I felt stupid, but mostly, I just felt happy, for the first time in two days. I didn't care what else was going on in my life at that moment, I felt the soft touch of the cowlie's paw on mine, and all was perfect in the world. "Sorry, I guess I sometimes have trouble believing that anyone could love me. I've always been a loner."

She leaned against us, resting her head on my arm's tricep, "It's okay, I know how that is. I love you both, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I should have, but I was afraid."

We sat together for almost two hours, and I found myself in the best of spirits, akin to those I'd felt before my blunderous confession over the phone. By the time I actually checked the time, on my phone, the sunlight was beginning to display bits of red and pink on the horizon, indicating that it would be reaching it's climax soon. I looked to our compatriot, who had her head rested in our lap so she could talk to us both without leaning around the other.

"Hey you've been out a while, shouldn't you go... you know."

She pressed a paw to the side of her right breast and rolled it slightly about "Probably..." I'm about an hour late taking care of the big one and... I had to do a half-assed job this morning." she muttered, though she looked apprehensive about leaving.

We smiled reassuringly. "Don't sweat it, okay? We'll walk you home." We saw her smile again, though her face was kept hidden behind the bushy off-hanging of her hair.

Raph stood, and assisted her in doing the same, however she immediately slipped on a patch of wet grass created by our ever-exploring snake companion. She managed to catch herself, but the impact of landing on her hands and knees was met with a loud, abrupt ripping sound as if some fabric, somewhere, had been unable to handle the whiplash. The look on her face was one of horror, and I saw that her hoodie was straining to hold something big and round suspended from the ground. It only took me a moment to realize what had happened. She stood up, holding up her bugling extremities by folding in her hoodie like a pouch.

"Oh god. This is so humiliating!" She tugged out a ripped chunk of fabric that looked to be a really old tube-top, ripped in several places from years of wear and tear. Certainly she had better tools to conceal the object of her embarrassment. "She plopped down on the ground, looking over the ripped fabric, trying to devise if it could be fixed or not, her udders disappearing, once more, into her lap.

I got an idea, and gently whispered it into Raphon's ear. He nodded, and reached down without hesitation, plucking our new girlfriend up into our arms and cradling her so that her body was folded in a way that concealed her from view. We could tell her that she was beautiful. We could tell her that she didn't need to hide her features. We could tell her all of these things until we were blue in the face, but that wouldn't change how she felt, so easily. The best thing we could do for her is help her feel safe.

She yelped as she was lifted, and then began laughing from the experience, "Oh! Okay well, that's fine! Are you going to carry me all the way home?" She began running her paw through the bushy fur of our mane, playfully.

"Well you live close enough." I grinned.

"Wow, I feel like a princess. I could get used to this!"

Raph stuck out his tongue, "I wouldn't. I just didn't hit the gym today, so I have plenty of strength, left."

I huffed, "Hey, we'll carry her any time she wants, damn it."

"Oh, you two! Don't fight, I can walk, myself!" she added, "You know... when I have my tummy wrap on. Other wise I look like I'm carrying a pregnant tummy, and people look at me like some kind of irresponsible child." I thought about the odd waddle she was doing, while trying to hold up her heavy, dangling sack and almost giggled at the image of her doing it on a crowded street.

She leaned up and planted a kiss on each of our muzzles, "Luckily for you, I brought my truck." She motioned to a large red truck located a short distance away, and we made our way there. We carried her over the grass and along the street until we reached the rickety old vehicle, setting her on her feet by her door. She climbed in with a loud creak of metal, and began flipping the key. The car coughed and ground loudly, but didn't seem interested in starting. To this strange sound, Pip dove into our mane, to hide. We sat quietly and waited for it to turn over, but after nearly five minutes of cursing, hitting the steering wheel, and trying to turn the key, it was apparent that it was not going to start, nor were any of us capable of repairing it.

Clover looked like she was on wit's end, so we took her tightly in our arms and gave her an affectionate hug. She returned it without any thought, and I hoped it had helped. She looked at us, once we separated, giving an embarrassed smile, "So I guess we're walking..."

Ten minutes into carrying her home, and I was starting to feel a painful burning in our arms. She had noticed it too, when Raphon had started to readjust them more often. "If you're getting tired, I can walk, it's okay." She looked concerned about us, and I offered an embarrassed smile. Despite our reluctance to make her walk, we had discovered that we were not quite strong enough to keep it up for such a long period of time. Truthfully, I was impressed that we had traversed that far. We gently lowered her to the ground, where she lifted her overflowing cow parts and began walking again.

Thankfully, we were out of the heavily-residential area, and were now traipsing through the rural back-roads toward her family farm. As the farm started to come into view, she had begun to whimper a bit as she walked. I couldn't imagine how uncomfortable it was to carry that thing around without assistance, and was glad that we were within visual range of her house.

"Ugh, everything is rubbing against my hoodie. I really hope that..." She stopped with a horrified expression, her hand squishing against her bulging hoodie bag, and finding that the material was now soaking wet. She whimpered and began yanking away her hoodie as fast as she could, her big, pink milk bag dangling from her waist, and a steady dripping of white fluid now shooting from three of her four long, cow nubs, pouring onto the ground below. "No, no, no! Damn it. This is so humiliating." She looked about ready to cry.

I looked around, spotting a large oak tree nearby and pointed, "Let's go over there." Raph led her to the tree, where she flopped down on her knees, her udder dangling down onto her thighs and continuing to drip a steady stream of milk down her legs and onto the ground, pooling. Her shoulders were heaving as she tried to restrain tears of frustrated embarrassment.

"I need to get all of this out. I can't be caught dripping all over my parents' floor..." There was a tinge of actual fear in her voice, and both Raph and I did our best to hide our concern. She turned to face away from us out of an uncomfortable need for conspicuousness. We wrapped our arms around her neck and hugged her reassuringly. Below, I could see her thumbs and palms working to express two of her engorged teats, and watched the motions curiously. She'd begin by grabbing the area just behind the nipple, and push out, sending a thick stream of her milk in an arch that reached a good two feet in front of her, disappearing in the now-dark evening.

I took a deep breath, mustering the courage needed to take the next step in assisting her. Before I knew what had happened, my paw had reached her bottom, right teat, and was attempting to help her. At first she simply gasped, and offered a "N-no, it's okay I can do it.." but before she could stop me, Raph's hand was on the bottom, adjacent nub and was trying to help. Unfortunately, we weren't doing the task as effectively as we'd hoped. There was an occasional dribble of cream, but nowhere near the flow she was capable of inciting, herself.

She sighed and cast her gaze up at us, both, "Okay you can help, but you've gotta do it r-... OW, Raph gentle, they're nipples not rubber bands!" he apologized profusely, and we felt her paws grasp our own: Thumbs on our thumbs, index fingers on our index fingers, and so forth. She began to grip a bit tighter, and push outward, forcing a copious jet of milk from either hard, squishy nipple. After two or three successful expressions, she released our paws and returned to her other two, her eyes casting up, toward us once more, this time with an affectionate, albeit nervous smile. "thanks..." We continued to coax her milk from within, and soon she sat up, the flow having slowed as her udder rested in such an upright position. Reaching her feet and leaning onto a nearby tree, her fingers gripped the bark tightly as she held herself at an angle, her goody bag hanging at a more vertical angle.

She cast a sheepish glance back our way, still holding her wet hoodie out of the way, "I...I need you to milk me in this angle, or I can't get it all out." Steady drops still dripped from any of her four prongs, pooling on the ground and making a dirty puddle. I had the strangest desire to drink from her pouring faucets; I hated to waste it. This wasn't about my needs though: it was about hers. We positioned ourselves behind her, wrapping our arms about her waist and placing our fingers, as we had before, on two of her swollen, worn, and dripping teats. We began expressing her again, obediently, and watched as a new, heavy flow sprayed out, splashing the tree before her.

She was certainly bothered by the whole situation, and at first I wasn't sure if her gasps and moans were from our inexperience with the task, or her pleasure from the event unfolding. I took a chance and leaned as close as I could, but fell short. Thankfully, Raph saw what I was doing, and torqued our body in, conforming our bend to match her own until I could reach her neck. I slid my muzzle into the cave beneath her hair, tongue sliding along her bare neck. Instantly, she gasped, her fingertips squeezing the tree, ripping a bit of bark off.

"Hey... don't get cheeky..." she muttered, though she still tilted her head to allow my intrusion. Below, our paws were positively coated in her milk, and I lifted one to my mouth, eager to experience the taste of her lactic goodness on my tongue. She looked back, when I stopped expressing her, catching me as my tongue slid over the cream-coated paw, "O-oh don't drink that! It's..."

"Tasty," I finished her sentence. Her white cheeks flushed red instantly.

"I.. I don't... you shouldn't..." She kept stammering off the first words of varying arguments, but finding it impossible to finish any of them.

Raph was next to try, and actually pooled her milk into his open paw, drinking it with a loud slurp. "No, she's right, that's amazing."

Clover whimpered, "Shut up, don't drink it, it's gross..." We obliged, though it wasn't easy to resist, and when we felt the river of milk come to a crawl, we switched to her bottom teats, and finished the task, at long last. We were horny, we were hungry, and we were fighting every urge to jump our beloved Cowlie, right there. When we were done, we both hazarded another lick of our paws and then wiped the remainder on our clothes.

Clover's legs gave out from being angled in such a way for so long, and she slid down, kneeling in a pool of her own milk, unable to stand anymore. At seeing the gooey, muddy filth that now coated her jeans, she whined, "fucking... this just gets better."

We helped her to her feet and smiled hopefully.

She leapt at us, wrapping her arms around our waist and resting her head within our mane, "Thank you both. Thank you so much."

I looked seriously down at her, "are you going to be okay?" she turned her head in the direction of the house in the distance, an emotionless expression on her face. "I'll be fine... My parents are..." She didn't say anything else, and instead just clamped up.

"You could come stay with us!" I offered, but Raph shook his head.

"She can't she's seventeen..."

I growled, "For like another month!"

Raph looked apologetically at her, and though I hated him for saying it, I knew he was right. There were laws in place that we couldn't fight.

"Hey, no! It's okay!" Clover smiled, "My parents are just a little old fashioned. It's fine! I'm great! Honestly it's best if you don't walk me to the door, I'm not supposed to have boys over."

I didn't react, oddly. To anyone else I would've corrected them, but I knew that I would be called a boy by her parents. Apparently, I didn't have to react. She threw herself back against us, her wet hoodie pressing against our thigh, dampening our jeans slightly as she peered up at me with a smile, "And I'm sure that goes double for girls. They wouldn't like that I'm in that kind of relationship either."

We simultaneously embraced her in our arms, and Raph knelt down slightly to put her at eye-level. I leaned close, and so did he, so that our muzzles all met at the same angle. I closed my eyes and breathed her scent: She smelled of a wildflower shampoo, sweat, and milk. "so... we're in a relationship?"

She pretended to give me a surprised face, "I sure hope so, otherwise what we just did is going to be really awkward, tomorrow."

Chapter 6-B

Raphon

Belle seemed to get a second wind, following our newly announced relationship with Clover. It was borderline ridiculous for any of us to be throwing the word 'love' around so willy-nilly after such a short period of time, and yet I could not deny that there were feelings between the three of us that were impossible to ignore the severity of. It was also nice to be in a relationship in which my other half was happily invested, for once. Belle was on cloud nine, at most points throughout the morning, maintaining an air of positivity even as she was expected to spend an hour being studied and examined, followed by our body being drained of a rather sizable amount of blood. The lab staff released us late to class, and a bit dizzier than I'd like, but soon we found ourselves on the road, our hooves clopping along the sidewalk loudly enough to gather nearby eyes as we walked.

I became aware, soon after we had left, that a red pickup truck was following directly behind us. It looked to be of the same make, model and color as Clover's. At first I had noticed the vehicle parked outside the facility, then noted another vehicle identical to the first passing us on the road. I didn't pay any mind at first, simply noting that it was an odd coincidence, until the old truck came up behind us, with a loud bang, an indication of its ancient engine and quickly swerved ahead to park on the sidewalk.

Belle and I stopped moving, staring at the offending roadblock, readying our fists as quickly as we could. We weren't used to fights, at least not since we were children, but there was obviously something strange going on with this situation. From out of the truck came a rather tiny, female collie who looked, judging by the graying fur around the face, to be in their forties or fifties. She neared us boldly, storming up with all the anger one might expect from a rabid chihuahua, "You! Yer that little freak that broke our door!" With that accusation, I suddenly became aware that we were in the presence of Clover's mother. I wasn't particularly fond of being called a freak, but I managed to maintain composure, for the sake of being civil with our girlfriend's matriarch. Luckily, Belle was silently watching the spectacle while blaring music from her headphones, and hadn't heard the insult.

"Oh, yes I guess we are. The lab should be paying for that, we're really sorry..." I began, but was cut off as the tiny woman in overalls stomped angrily.

"Yer damn right, yer sorry! If yer little lab han't paid the damages, I'da had yer ass arrested!" There was something off about her. Sure, she was loud, boisterous and rude, but there was also a shaking in her body that made us feel as though she weren't anywhere near as dangerous as she was pretending to be. She reminded me of an angry, feral rat.

"Ma'am we were only worried about our friend." I assured her.

She barked angry words once more, this time spewing her fetid, alcohol breath in our direction, which made us recoil slightly in disgust."Friend? No, no. Ya'll ain't Clover's friends. Ain't no way she's gon' be friends with a freak like you. She's got a'nuff problems wit'out ya'll makin her life harder!" By now, Belle had discarded her headphones, and looked about ready to punt the cranky old bat over her own pickup. The fact that she hadn't already was nothing short of a miracle. I remained steadfast, refusing to let her risk getting into a fight. She stepped closer and pressed a finger rudely into our chest, growling low as she spoke, "You stay the fuck away fro' mah daughter. Ya'hear?"

We just silently stared at her, like two people trying to read a sign in a foreign language. " A-AH SAID, Y'HEAR!? ah find out Ya'll been botherin' mah Clover, an' I'll have a restrain'n order made!" She was anything but intimidating, however her threats were a very real thing to consider.

I rolled my eyes and pushed past her, nearly knocking her to the ground in the process. We did not have time for any of her nonsense, nor did we care to be bothered with it. She shouted after us, but I simply tuned her out.

Belle looked about ready to explode, and I was glad I had gotten away when I could. Once we were out of earshot, She muttered to me, "I want to say she seems protective, but she only seems to care about her own needs."

I nodded in response, "Yeah... No wonder Clover doesn't want to go home, sometimes. I can't imagine she treats her daughter much better." I wondered, honestly. Clover's mother didn't seem formidable, despite her act, and her incessant shaking hinted at fear more than anger. It did occur that, as she was Clover's legal guardian, she could make good on her threats, which would leave myself and Belle separated from the woman we loved for quite an inconvenient amount of time, "I hate to say it..."

Belle interrupted, "I know what you're going to say and..." She paused with her mouth held open, as if maybe she was looking for a valid argument to my presumed thought process, "...I just don't want to be away from her..."

I ran my paw through my hair and sighed, "I know how you feel... I can't imagine being without her. I mean... in a month she'll be eighteen, like us, and she won't be at the mercy of her parents' orders. It might take longer than that to have a restraining order removed properly, and at that point we could be arrested." Things were getting more complicated, and the last thing we needed was to cause any more trouble for ourselves or Clover. We discussed the situation solemnly as we walked to school, and then again throughout our break period. We knew we wouldn't see her until after classes ended, so we had plenty of time to openly decide what would be the best course of action.

Ultimately, we came to the conclusion that a month away from her would be far safer than having her mother make matters worse. Belle looked really depressed, by the time we'd finished our last class of the day, having had the entire one-hour period to think about how much everything was about to change, even if briefly. She seemed to perk up as Clover approached us, running across the hallway from her last class period with an excited smile. She was dressed in her usual hoodie and jeans, though today's number was bright purple with a familiar game symbol on it, though I couldn't place it as quickly as Belle might have. Her hoodie was beginning to taut somewhat more, indicating that the end of her day was coming, and she'd need to head home soon.

"Hey guys!" She threw her arms around our waist and a dripping of guilt began to pour into my chest. We hugged her, in return, and did our best to look happy to see her. It did no good, to be honest, she could tell something was wrong. "Are... you okay?"

We carefully led her from the crowded hallway and into a classroom where the students had cleared out, and we could now find privacy. We all sat down in available desks while Belle and I recounted the events of the morning to her. She looked angry almost immediately, "Ugh. She's so spineless... I'm so sorry you had to see that."

"You don't have to apologize, she's no representation of you or how we feel about you." I offered.

She smiled, but that faded quickly as we explained the dangers of continuing to be together over the next month. I could tell that Belle was close to tears, and Clover looked more hurt than anyone. By the time we had finished explaining that we need to take a break for a month, until she was safely eighteen, She looked more angry than anything.

"I hate her so much for not standing up to Tom. Tom isn't my father, he can't decide who my friends are!"

She took a long, deep breath. "My dad is a bull, so I got the cow genes from him. Mom divorced him and remarried some asshole who was disgusted to have a half-breed stepdaughter. As soon as I had my hormonal imbalance, I became the house freak and was told to stay in my room and not embarrass him. My mom does whatever the asshole wants, and then acts like she's doing it to protect me. He doesn't like me hanging with you, even though it doesn't affect him in any way." We were surprised that she had divulged the entire story to us, and probably looked it too.

"Clover, this would only be for a little over a month. If we get caught together, it could be a lot longer than that..." I spoke as the voice of reason. Belle was too new to this relationship thing and would probably dare to try anything to stay together, "Besides Belle is going through..."

I paused, and she glared at me, "Well, we're going through some things as well. Medical, and we are being put through a lot of tests to make sure we're healthy."

Clover looked concerned, instantly "Are you okay!? What happened?"

Belle shook her head, "It's nothing important, I promise. Just some intensive tests... we're the only one of our kind, you know. They don't have a lot of scientific or medical data on us, so..."

We were interrupted by a horrific gagging sound. At first we all began looking around the room, but I think that Belle and I were both aware of the source long before we'd actually seen it. On the floor, nearby Pip lay flat, mouth gaped and unleashing an unholy choking sound.

Clover leapt down and lifted his head into her hands, "are they okay!? What's going on!"

Neither of us looked concerned. We were used to this. "they're fine, but I would definitely put them down, if I were you..."

Clover looked to be on the verge of tears. "But, they're choking! They..." One last, wet gagging sound came, as a gooey, white plastic piece was coughed up, landing flat in Clover's hand. She looked horrified and completely unable to move, holding the dripping, discarded shape, "What...WHAT..."

I fished the object away, with two claws, dropping it into the nearby waste bin, "Pip is a snake. They still try to eat prey, despite having no actual digestive system. It comes back a while later."

"...that's really gross... and that wasn't actual food."

Belle chuckled, "Nope. Sometimes it's things that just look like natural prey. They ate a plastic Easter egg."

Clover grimaced somewhat, then added, "...that was only half an easter egg..."

"Yeah, we'll probably see the other half later. They did it during dinner once. It was really embarrassing." I responded with disinterest

Clover continued to look at us, horrified, but soon found herself laughing about the audacity of the ordeal. It had been a nice, amusing distraction from the somber fact that we wouldn't see her for a while, except in passing. We talked for a couple more minutes, but between her need to get home and deal with her own building tension and the fact that prolonging this only made it harder to accept, we gave each other one last hug, and then parted ways. As she left, she tilted her head,

"So.. my eighteenth birthday... you better get me something really awesome to make up for not seeing me in a month."

We guffawed simultaneously, "Of course."

With nothing else to do, we headed home, a bit weary from the day's stress. For the longest time, we didn't say anything, our minds both dimly focused on the disappointment we felt. Belle returned to her headphones, as she often did when she was upset.

"I guess that's it..." She muttered, even though she wouldn't hear any response I made. I nodded instead, and focused on moving us homeward.

From our pockets came a buzzing sound, and we both reached inside to discover new messages from the Candygram chat.

Farmdog20: You know what's great about my parents, though?

Farmdog20: They don't have a clue how to use a data phone.

We exchanged looks of realization: How hadn't we thought of that? We couldn't hang out with Clover in public, but certainly we could talk to her online!

Footba11king2323: Well, that sounds like it works in our favor.

Farmdog20: Maybe if you're good, I can give you a call next time I'm taking a bath! ;D

I could visibly see Belle bite her lip, and I felt a tightening in our crotch that indicated she knew something I didn't.

Leftsnark: Maybe this time you'll send pictures too?

I discerned that something near-sexual had occurred over the phone one evening, and figured it had been the time Belle had become flustered and told Clover that she loved her.

Farmdog20: Well, this time I won't have to be secret about what I'm doing.

We continued to walk, feeling a lot better about everything that had happened. It seemed like every time something bad occurred, something good came about to counter it. I hoped things would always go that way, but I wasn't about to pretend that life was consistently fair. Another buzz from my pocket, and I saw Belle scrambling for her phone. I decided to let her answer messages for a bit, while I focused on where we were going. This, of course left my left leg to vibrate constantly. From time to time, Belle would chuckle, and before long, I'd feel her slide her paw down the front of our pants, gripping a shaft that had become half-erect in just the time I had been distracted. She pulled it up into our waistband which, given our girth, did little to hide it.

"Good thing I picked a baggier t-shirt today..." I muttered. I wondered what was making her so hot-and-bothered, and reached for my phone, flipping the lock screen off and returning to Candygram. What greeted me was a wall of 'wow!' and 'Oh my gosh!' between photographs, sent by our wayward friend, of a risque nature. The first photo showed a low-angle shot of her immense breasts straining against her hoodie. The next featured her hoodie having been lifted, displaying her lacy, dark blue bra that seemed to barely-contain their overflowing size. 'Was she already home?' I wondered as I continued to flip through the images. The next five were all of her breasts poured into that bra, bubbling over the top as her milk had left her engored near the point of popping out, and I started to make out trees and sky behind her. She was outdoors

The next image that arrived was something of wonder. Her breasts were now freed of their silk and wire prison, and I could clearly tell, by the way they contoured to her rib-cage, that she was lying on her back, in grass. Her nipples were big, as I remembered them: Round, mouthfuls of black areola flesh complete with big, meaty nipples that were standing at attention. I felt a breeze roll past us, and wondered if it was this chilly where she was. Below, our cock was in a fit of throbbing, attempting to escape from the tight, stifling material of our jeans.

I looked frantically around for a private place. "So we're doing this now, huh?"

Belle grinned, "Looks like it. I didn't know she was such an exhibitionist."

I too, was a bit surprised, and ducked into a quiet alleyway, and into a corner to be alone. I quickly pulled our pants apart, unzipping and unclasping them until our bottle-thick shaft shot into full-attention, like a drowning man rushing to the surface for air. Her next message wasn't a picture.

Farmdog20: So, are you guys going to send me something or am I just going to sit under this tree alone and imagine what you look like under there.

Belle burst into laughter, but snorted as she stifled the noise to avoid garnering unwanted attention, "She wants a dick pic. I'll let you do the honors, I'm sure you have plenty of experience." She quickly sent a message to the chat.

Leftsnark: Raphon's working on it, when he gets done using his hand for other things.

Farmdog20: Already? Guess I'd better get started.

I stuck my tongue out at Belle, "That's a low blow. She only mirrored my response, and waited. Positioning the phone just below our turgid, segmented meat, aiming upward to give it the illusion of being impossibly large.

"Why do you do that? We've got fourteen inches down there, people are already afraid of that thing. You're going to make her dump us."

I rolled my eyes, "Every woman knows this trick, it's all for looks." She shook her head as I sent the image to the chat. There was a long pause, and I was genuinely beginning to worry that she might actually be having second thoughts. Eventually, it came.

Farmdog20: Oh, Wow! I mean. I guess proportionately that make sense, you guys are really tall but.. wow!

Of course my ego was boosted for a bit, but more importantly, Belle was practically cackling from excitement. She immediately began to take more pictures, photographing our junk from every angle, sometimes with my paw firmly grasping it as though we were publicly masturbating. Already a viscous, milky precum had begun to bead the tip, and I was running low on the necessary restraint to keep from jerking off in an alley.

The next thing that came was something we weren't expecting. She was back at home now, and lying on her bed. This next picture was one of the most vulgar and... exciting images I had ever gotten from a girl. The phone was positioned behind her, and her tail was up, revealing both of her holes from her tight, pink pucker down to the puffy, young lips of her slit. She was on her hands and knees, leaving all of these tightly closed between her thick, maternal thighs. I wasn't waiting anymore, and began furiously masturbating, hand expertly working back and forth along our generous length.

Belle whimpered a, "Come on now, you see one pussy and you're done?" I didn't listen. I was thinking too hard about filling that chasm with our enormous cock, spreading her wide and listening to that sweet southern voice of her as she cried out. Belle sighed, and sent another message, which I later read as:

Leftsnark: Shouldn't have sent that. Raph's beating his meat like all the fun is over."

Farmdog20: Well why don't you help him? I've been at it for five minutes. Better hurry up, I need to empty these things.

Belle began flipping through those risque images of our buxom darling, and the visual aid only assisted me in stimulating our needy dick. We passed between that picture of her breasts, engorged with milk and taut against her chest, and the final, beautiful shot of that tantalizing backside and wanting pussy, practically glistening with arousal. I could visualize the smell of her wildflower shampoo, and the taste of her sweet milk on my tongue. I visualized her beautiful body against ours, her thick, full udder bouncing against our abs as she bounced atop our stone-solid, mythical phallus. I don't know what Belle was doing, throughout all of this, but I was so lost in my own world that I didn't care, and it wasn't long until my body tensed, and I felt the heart-halting sensation as I came hard, firing three jets of cum against the wall opposite us. The gooey white substance slid down the brick surface gooily. That had been a welcome treat.

We laid there panting for a long time. Belle had been rather quiet throughout the entire event, and I was surprised by how little an argument had actually been given, especially considering the severity of being caught in the act.. The degree to which this was surprising resulted in a nervous sensation in the back of my mind regarding her well-being. As I regained my awareness, following the distracting process that was masturbating in an alleyway, I became suddenly aware that I could see down both directions of the alley simultaneously. I shook my head to try and clear this disorienting sensation, and found that the right side of my face collided with Belle.. wait no. The left side did. Something was wrong, and as I lifted my hands to my face, I came to realize what had happened.

"No." I gasped as I felt the goat cheeks that weren't mine, the solid horns on the back of a head that I hadn't possessed before now, and the pink, dangling bangs that covered this head's right eye. "NO! BELLE!" I jumped to my feet and looked in the remnants of a broken mirror, sticking out of a large pile of discarded furniture outside the delivery door of what I assumed to be Ray Fran's furniture store. I realized that I was still speaking through my lion face, but had gained full control of the goat one.

"No, no! No! Belle where are you!? BELLE!" I cried at the mirror, staring, in horror, at the familiar face that looked, blankly back at mine. "My sister... my sweet sister. Please no, this isn't fair! I need you!" How had everything gone so wrong, so quickly? Minutes earlier, were were locked in a sweet, playful session with our beloved Clover, and now I was staring through tear-streaked eyes at a face, which I feared would never again belong to my sister. I slid to my knees, unable to restrain the tears any longer, and sobbed uncontrollably. I felt like part of me had been ripped away, and truthfully, that was exactly what had happened.

Our phones were buzzing constantly, and I realized that Clover was still waiting for us. Her messages started out with a playful tone, but when we hadn't replied in so long, she began to get worried, and asked constantly if we were okay, or if we had been caught with our pants down. I didn't know what to tell her! Belle was gone. The most important person in my life was gone. Anxiety gripped my chest and I felt the facets of my mind being tugged in a million different directions. Could I get her back? How would I tell the lab? How would I tell Clover? I closed my eyes, trying to decide which way to go. I redressed as quickly as I could and rushed home, praying to whatever deity looked down on ancient greek monsters that they could fix this, somehow. The hellish nightmare of suddenly becoming an only child, looked as though it had only just begun.

Chapter 6-C

Clover

Three weeks. That's how long it had been since I had heard from Raphon or Belle. They hadn't been in school for nearly two of those weeks, and I had seen them in passing from day to day, after that, and even tried to approach them, but found that Belle ignored me. Raphon seemed to be in a perpetual state of depression, and I wasn't sure what I had done to upset them. They didn't answer my messages on Candygram, and when I had finally managed to confront them, Raphon's face turned away, while Belle looked uncaringly back at me. I'd never felt so betrayed in my life, and I ran away, leaving them.

What had I done? I loved them, isn't that what they wanted? Were they grossed out by the disgusting milk sack attached to my abdomen? Perhaps my mother's threats concerned them too much? Regardless of the reason for their sudden rejection of me, I felt useless and unwanted. One moment I was doing things I had never done before and sharing the experience with them, opening my heart and my body to them and everything seemed to be going so well; the next minute, I was alone.

The following evening, I sat on my bed, legs curled tight around my shame and looking through my phone at the photographs I had taken of the three of us throughout the brief, one-week period that had been just about the happiest point in my entire life. One particular image was always my favorite. It was taken when Raph kept making inappropriate noises when we were posing for the picture. It was a brilliant freeze-frame of myself, my eyes closed from laughing so hard, with both of my friends behind me, Raph laughing heavily at having made a flatulent sound with his lips just moments before, and Belle pulling his ear with a look that was a mixture of laughter and annoyance.

I stared at this picture for so long that I lost track of time. I wanted to be angry. I wanted to hate them for what they had done to me; For how they'd made me feel. I wanted to push them out of my life and never think of them again... but I couldn't. I wanted to feel myself in their arms. I loved them both so much that I just wanted to feel both of their muzzles resting atop my head while they embraced me to their chest. I looked over at the filled reservoir of milk next to me and grumbled. I needed to empty that before Tom saw. I slid off the bed with all of the enthusiasm of a college student the morning after a bender and began to unhook the glass chamber from the device, lifting it with a slight grunt, and carrying it to the bathroom I shared with my mother and step-father. Once inside, I began pouring the fruits of my mammaries down the sink, then began cleaning the glass container so as not to let it mold or sour.

Tom would tell me that my excretions were 'nasty' and that I was 'a freak' for constantly lactating. A year before he had slapped me across the room for dripping all over the carpet. I remember covering my head with one hand while he laid into me with the hand he wasn't holding his beer with, and trying to mop up milk that still dripped from my swollen, neglected udders while it was still falling. I remember crying. I remember feeling so embarrassed about what I was.

For all their reassurance and talk, did Belle and Raphon find my imperfections to be too much to bear? Was Tom right, after all? I was interrupted from my chain of thought as the adjacent door to the bathroom opened, a large grizzly bear entering the room and shamelessly dropping his pants. He smelled of alcohol and sweat as he lumbered to the toilet and commenced urinating loudly without any concern for others who might not want to be privy to the sound or sight of him doing so. I was nearly done cleaning the reservoir, and started to hurry, hoping to get out before he spoke to me. I wanted to escape to my room again.

I had no such luck.

"Better not have spilled your boob juice all over the fucking floor again." He sneered with a voice slurred with inebriation. I kept silent, hoping to escape as I had just completed my task and was making for the door.

"HEY!" he yelled at me immediately. "You hear me, you little bitch? I work hard to keep this house standing, you best not fuck up my clean carpet!"

I wanted to curl into a ball and disappear, but I managed to whimper out a soft, "I was careful..."

He sneered again, and flushed the toilet after what seemed like an eternity of peeing. Disgusting little heifer bitch. How the fuck did I get stuck with you."

I balled my fists angrily, trying my damnedest to avoid saying anything that might instigate him. Unfortunately, I was not in a state of mind where I would tolerate him, tonight. "You and my mom cheated on my father..." I barked before I realized what I had said. I instantly regretted it. I didn't have time to move before I felt the impact on the back of my head and a second later, I was face-first against the bathroom door. The impact slammed the door shut, and I found myself squished tightly into it, a trickle down my nose and into my mouth indicated that I was bleeding from the brutal connection to the wood surface.

"You spoiled little fuck. I saved your mom an' you from that lazy piece of shit! You should be on your knees thanking me!" He tilted his head, as if getting an idea, then shoved me to the floor, my knees hitting painfully as they abruptly met cold linoleum. "As a matter of fact, why don't you do that..." I could smell the filthy, gigantic bear meat that hung limp with whiskey dick just inches from my muzzle. I had endured his anger before. I'd managed to survive for years against physical and emotional abuse, but this was something new. He grabbed my hair, tangling his thick claws in it and shoving my muzzle against the flaccid monstrosity, my blood smearing against the flesh.

"Please stop! I don't want to do this." I pleaded. The beckoning was met with another swipe of his gigantic bear paw, which caused me to rock sideways and hit the bathroom wall. My ears rang and my vision was blurred. I looked about in a confused stupor, and as my senses returned, I found that I was right back where I started, an unwanted appendage attempting to assault my maw.

"Shut the fuck up yeh little whore. You shoulda thanked me proper a long time ago! And if you try anythin funny, I'll start cutting off your little fucking fingers one at a time." He tightened his grip against my scalp, and I cried from pain and fear. The thick, terrifying shaft smelt foul, and was being pressed harder and harder against my muzzle, which I held closed as best I could. I didn't want to do this. Someone needed to save me... but who would? Belle? Raphon? There was nobody that loved me enough to care what happened to me..."

"BITCH I TOLD YOU TO OPEN YOU M-" The next sound was something metallic. Something akin to a bell toll. It cut off the raging screams of the angry grizzly halfway through his sentence. As I drearily looked up, I saw, through my tear-streaked eyes, Tom slump to his knees, and finally ragdoll into a giant puddle in the floor. Behind him, holding a metal baseball bat and a phone, was my mother. She was crying and covered in bruises, but I could see that the phone had been on the entire time.

"Baby you need to go. Go someplace safe."

I stared in disbelief. I could see a dent in Tom's noggin and a bit of blood dripping down his face. He was still breathing, but she'd hit him hard.

"Mama... what..."

"Go! B'fore he wakes up. The police'll be here, soon, but 'til that time, ah need ya'll far from this place." I didn't know what to say. I could see the phone still on, and 9-1-1 on the display. How much had they heard? I wanted to thank her for saving me, but then, I also looked at her as the monster who caused me to live for years that way. Did she deserve my thanks? I didn't even look at her. I simply ran from the room, from the second floor, and finally out of the new front door and into the yard. I ran and ran from the house, my hooves making crunching sounds as the gravel of the dirt road rolled beneath them. I ran until I reached the mailbox. I was in my hoodie and jeans, but had nothing in the way of undergarments for support, and my chest and udder hurt immensely from being unrestrained. I felt like I was breathing fire, and I could feel sweat trailing down my forehead in the humid summer evening, matting my fur. Most of all, I felt weak and dizzy from the blows I had endured.

My life was derailing, and I felt like I didn't recognize any aspect of it, anymore. I weakly lowered myself to sit down, resting my back against the wooden mailbox post and waited until the police arrived. I gripped the grass beneath my hand and thanked whatever God existed for the familiarity of something among this new, terrible world I that was unraveling around me. I'm not sure how long I sat there: Maybe a few minutes? Maybe longer? I just know that I had drifted off from the aftereffects of the adrenaline rush, a dreamless sleep in which time ceased to pass for me. I was pulled from my delirium by the blur of headlights and the faintly-visible red and blue of police cars. I didn't want to move: My body ached, my mind was numb, and the pain in my muzzle had begun to surface. I ignored the bright lights and closed my eyes again. I just wanted to sleep.