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Chapter 26 :

Reckless Caution

"Everything looks great. Both you and the baby are healthy and strong."

Henry's Living room had been emptied out for Doctor Andrew's equipment, with the couch, coffee table and various other pieces of furniture carried off down the hall to make space. Penelope lay on the gurney he had provided, the back propped up so she could rest comfortably while he performed the ultrasound. The machine itself wasn't overly large, just a few components, a mouse and keyboard, and the probe which he had pressed against his first patient of the day's belly. Henry stood back by the door so as not to get in the way, while Elsie tended to Cassidy and Megan in the kitchen as they waited for her turn on the table.

Penelope only wanted to know one thing though...

"Can you tell the gender, Doctor?"

"Hmm?" Andrews looked back at her curiously, "Girl, I would assume. Am I missing something?"

Henry leaned off the door to take a step closer, "The father has never had children before. He changed in the womb, and we're holding out hope that he can have sons."

"Well. That would be something." He leaned in again with the probe against her, scanning around and fiddling with the knobs on the main unit a bit. It took more than a minute for him to find the right angle, and the room was silent with anticipation.

Then he sighed. Even he was disappointed by what he found.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not." Penelope let her eyes close briefly, but a smile cross her lips just the same, "She'll still be the first true Holstein calf since the change. She's will be special."

"Just like her mother." Henry finished moving toward them to place a hand on her shoulder, "Well, unless you have any other tests to run, I suppose we should reset for Cassidy."

The doctor spun in his chair to begin tending to his equipment, "Again, I really must object to this, Mr. Hoyt. It's not in the girl's best interests."

"I was under the impression you were more than..."

"That's not the point." Andrews said, shaking his head, "I treat the Changed because they don't have anyone else, but any OBGYN in the county would see her, and they would have a full staff, better equipment, blood tests, screenings... Things you need an entire lab for, not a guy with a van full of medical equipment."

Penelope had been wiping the gel off her stomach with limited success, but by now was lowering the shirt she was wearing to cover herself back up. It was not normal attire for her, but the long dresses she preferred would have been impractical here. She sat up off the gurney, "There is wisdom to what he's saying, Henry. You know that."

"I'm not saying there isn't, it's just..." Henry paused to collect himself, "Look, I understand what you mean, but we've got you here now. Please do this for us."

"Fine, but I do so under protest." Scoffed the reply, "This time, and this time only."

"Thank you, Doctor." Henry nodded, then called over to the kitchen, "We're ready for you, Cassidy."

She and her mother made their way out, with Cassidy looking more than a little nervous as she hopped up onto the gurney and lay back. She took a deep breath to steady herself, but it helped more when her mother came alongside to hold her hand.

"Thank you for this, doctor." Megan offered him a smile, "We really do appreciate it."

"Yeah, yeah..." By now he had replaced the thin plastic cover on the ultrasound's probe, and turned back towards the girl with a sigh, "I've never done this on a belly that wasn't covered with hair, though. This will be new for both of us."

"I might be part sasquatch. You don't know." Cassidy laughed nervously. She always made jokes when she was uncomfortable. It was a defense mechanism.

Henry had made his way over to the kitchen entryway to stand with Elsie, who put her arm around his waist.

"What's a sasquatch?" She whispered to him, "Some sort of gourd?"

Henry couldn't help but chuckle, "I'll tell you later."

Andrews took brief note of the affection between them, but didn't seem at all bothered by it. In fact he didn't seem to care at all. Cassidy had her shirt tucked up above her belly now, and he began applying the gel to her that helped keep the probe flush against the skin. It was cold, and caused her to shiver at first.

"Sorry." He said, then applied the probe firmly against her and turned to watch the monitor. He did a quick examination of the placenta and fluid surrounding the fetus and found nothing irregular, but he didn't feel the need to comment on it. He searched around for a bit instead, getting a feel for the position the life within her was in to give himself a better frame of reference. "Well, all the parts are there. That's good."

Cassidy's nervousness was washed away as she watched as well, replaced by something else. A feeling unlike anything she had ever felt before.

"Look, mom..." She was unable to stop a tear from forming, "It's a baby."

Her mother squeezed her hand a little tighter, and reached up to stroke her daughter's hair with the other, "No, honey. That's your baby."

Andrews smiled a little to himself. He never got tired of the mothers' reactions to this, "Heartbeat looks solid. Well developed. I'd guess about six months along, then?"

There was a brief silence. It had been barely more than half of that. Thankfully the doctor was focused on the task at hand and didn't notice.

"Well then, shall we move on to what you all really want to know?" he moved the probe around a bit again, focusing the image to reveal the answer, "And... Looks like another little girl."

"Alice." As one they looked over at Cassidy, who was watching the screen with rapt fascination, "Her name is Alice."

Megan leaned in to give her daughter a kiss on the top of her head, but Cassidy had one more question to ask. One which meant more to her than anything else.

"Can you tell with that thing if she..." She reached up to wave her hand in front of her jaw, a look of deep concern coming over her now, "If she has my..."

"Oh, you mean the underbite? That should be easy enough." His tone was comforting but professional, and it helped calm her a little. He moved the wand again to comply with her request, deciding to keep talking to help ease the suspense, "In some cases that is merely a dental issue, usually caused by behavioral factors. What you have is actually called a mandibular prognathism. It's part of the structure of your skeleton."

Cassidy watched the screen, unsure of what she was looking at at first until the shape of a tiny face started to come into view, "Is it... Hereditary?"

"It is a trait that can be passed on, yes... But I don't see any sign of it here." He scanned around a little further, "I wouldn't be too concerned. She seems more than..."

He paused, both in what he was saying and with the probe. After a bit he scanned slightly to one side, and then back again, "Huh."

"Is everything alright, Doctor?" Megan asked, somewhat worried now.

The doctor was silent a moment longer, enough to make everyone concerned.

"Who did you say the father was?"

Henry moved away from Elsie to come around and watch the monitor himself now, but he didn't answer the question, "What do you see?"

"Here... And here. These nubs on either side of the head, a little above and behind each ear." He scanned around again to show what he was talking about, "If it was just one, or if they were asymmetrical I might just think it was some sort of minor defect, but..."

He paused again, and then finished.

"This child has horns." Andrews took the wand away, turning now to look between them all, "Who is the father?"

"You see now, Doctor, why we're so reluctant to take her to a human physician." Henry said with a sigh, "You met Eli. The boy looking awful nervous that helped you unload your equipment."

"The bull..." Andrews shook his head slowly, looking back and forth between them all, "And you've waited this long for her to seek any kind of medical professional? Are you insane?"

"None of this was planned. We're worried about what happens when people find out." Henry looked away, "But all the more reason we're going to need your help in the coming months."

"You... Actually think I'm going to deliver this baby?" The doctor stood, irritation clear in his voice now as he confronted Henry, "No. I won't do it. The risk of complications are too great. What if she needs a c-section? What if the baby needs to spend time in neonatal care?"

"I think he's right, Henry." Megan let her eyes drop to her daughter, a pit having formed in her stomach, "We've waited too long already."

Henry went quiet, turning away from them now. He chewed on the thought, but always came back to the same answer, "This is a bad idea."

"Why, Henry?" Megan was beginning to get upset herself, "Are you really willing to risk my daughter's life to keep anyone from finding out what has happened here? Why?"

"Because you don't know what they're like." His voice was low, and it was clear he was angry, "You think you do. You see the protests on the news, and they look bad... But you have no idea what they're capable of."

"And you do, Mr. Hoyt?" Doctor Andrews was calm, but assertive, "You think you're the only one that's had to deal with the aftermath of their actions?"

"The Humanity First movement was founded by three people. Two men and one woman." Henry half turned his head, nearly yelling at first, but then dropped to a whisper, "My sister."

"Wait... Hoyt? Jesus Henry, Mary Hoyt is your sister?" Andrews was shocked, to say the least, "I was there after the Tent City bombing to help the survivors. That was her doing."

"Yes. It was. She's a monster now." Henry let his head drop sadly, "I never saw it coming. She didn't like Catherine, so she moved into the guest house, and then one day..."

Everyone was quiet, giving him time to compose himself.

"Elsie was first of the cattle to change, but she wasn't first." He said, his voice cracking slightly, "We had a lab named Bo. He was young, and strong. He'd have pulled through."

Elsie made her way over to him to put a hand on his arm, "What happened, Henry?"

"I was tending to the farm. Catherine was weak from the chemo, so she was taking a nap." He sounded almost emotionless, but it required effort on his part, "And then I heard a gunshot from across the field."

Again, no one said anything to let him gather the courage to speak on, "I found her standing over him with a twelve gauge. His blood was... Everywhere... And she just... Smiled. Smug. Proud of herself."

He turned now to look at them, his lip curled in disgust at the memory, "You have no idea what it's like to look into the eyes of someone you loved, and see only darkness staring back at you. You can't know."

Everyone looked back at him with concern, saddened by his story. Everyone except one.

"The fuck I don't, Henry."

Megan stared back at him, a fire having risen in her, "I've seen that pride with my own eyes, the night my husband stole Millie from us. He came home with flowers. He smiled the whole time I was yelling at him and begging to know what he'd done with her, and all he would say is he'd made us family again. That it was our duty to obey his decision."

"Mom..." Cassidy said nervously, gripping at her mother's arm now, "Don't... You don't have to."

Megan stood her ground, determined to go on.

"It took us a month to get away from him. We tried, but he always found a way to stop us..." She choked a bit on the next part, "I loved him, Henry. Right up until that moment, I still believed he was a good man... That he would come around and let Millie win him over."

Cassidy was crying now, and it caused her mother to turn back to comfort her with a tight hug, even as she called back over her shoulder, "Don't tell me I don't know what it's like to look evil in the eye. I know it just as well as you."

Henry was taken aback, and it quelled much of his anger. It was replaced with a weight of guilt instead, and a realization of how arrogant it was to assume no one else could understand how bad people could truly be. He didn't know what to say now.

But someone else did.

"Either way... Henry... Megan..." Penelope stepped forward between them, "It's not up to either of you, is it?"

As one they turned to look at Cassidy, who was still sniffling on the gurney. Her mother pulled away a bit so she could speak.

"Mr. Hoyt... No one has spent more time worrying about what might go wrong than me. I promise you that." Cassidy didn't even want to look up at him, "I'm scared, and she's growing so fast. She could be born before the end of January at this rate."

She took a deep breath and let her eyes close before finishing, "I want to see a regular doctor. I want Alice to be born in a hospital. Just in case."

Henry watched her a long moment, the fear she was feeling more obvious to him now, and it worried him that he hadn't been more aware of it before. After a bit he nodded slowly and turned away.

"Alright."

"Then it is settled." Penelope said cheerfully, moving to the doctor's side to hook her arm in his to lead him toward the door, "You will stay for dinner, won't you? We never get enough guests here at the farm, and we'd all like to thank you for all you've done for us."

"What? Oh, I..." Andrews was a little surprised by how calm she was in the face of so much drama, but he rather welcomed it, "Well, it would be nice to eat something that didn't come out of a gas station microwave for a change."

"That sounds awful!" Came the chuckled reply as the pair stepped outside, "You are in for a treat, then. Come, I'll introduce you to our cook."

The room was quiet for a few moments after they left, but eventually Henry decided there was something he owed them.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly.

"Don't be, Henry. I'm more grateful for you and this place than you know. Giving me this job has been a chance for us to have a life again. That's something he refused to let us have." Megan said, still holding her daughter's hand, "He got me fired from every job that would hire me. Even after he died, they'd take one look at my work history... And..."

Henry understood. He knew what it was like to be judged because of the people he was associated with and related to. He knew what it was like to live on in spite of it.

"I didn't hire you for your history." He smiled to himself, liking his assistant more than ever... If she could even still be called that, "I hired you because of your hands. Callouses like those don't ever fade completely."

Megan smiled, even as she leaned her head down against her daughter's. It meant something to her to be appreciated for more than what was written down. More than what was recorded. It meant something to be valued for what she was.

But it wasn't perfect.

"We all have to do better, Henry." She said with a sigh, "We rely too much on you to make the big decisions around here. It's not fair, and it isn't right."

She didn't know it, but the words hit him like a brick. This had always been Hoyt's farm, and he was the only Hoyt left. He was the one that was supposed to make the big decisions. He was the one that was supposed to know the right way to handle problems. He was supposed to lead by example...

The way his father had.

If he was going to say something, the timid knock at his door as it opened up again caused him to swallow it back down again. They all turned as Eli ducked his head inside, "Can I... Come in yet?"

"Of course, Eli." Megan smiled over at him, "The secret is out anyway. The doctor figured it out pretty quick."

Eli nodded as he made his way over to Cassidy, kneeling down beside her now, "Everything is alright though?"

"We're having a baby girl." Cassidy reached up to stroke his cheek, watching a slow smile cross his face, "Her name is Alice."

He blinked a couple of times, "You named her without me?"

"I named her when I was ten." Came the reply with a chuckle, "It's okay. You can name the next one."

His smile brightened, "The next one..."

"Maybe not right away though, huh?" Cassidy leaned up now away from her mother to wrap her arms tight around his neck, "I love you, Eli."

Henry smiled a little, but sighed to himself before turning to slowly make his way across the room and up the stairs in silence. He was clearly struggling with something the others couldn't see. Something he wouldn't ever talk with any of them about, save for one.

"I'm not my father."

Elsie found him just outside the main bedroom, arms folded as he regarded an old photograph on the wall. A picture of his parents, taken on their honeymoon. His mother was smiling brightly, with a warmth that even the faded old print couldn't diminish. His father next to her, ever the stoic figure that he had always been. Confident, wise...

His hero.

"Your father lived in a world that was familiar to him, Henry. What you've had to deal with is far more extraordinary." Elsie came up alongside him to regard the photo as well, "I can't imagine he would have done any better."

"Everything I've gotten right since the Change is because I'm trying to be like him. Everything I've done wrong is because I'm not." Henry's eyes lowered, "He would have done better. He wouldn't have let his fear get in the way of doing the right thing for that girl. He never would have let Mary..."

His sister's name nearly choked him.

"It's my fault." He said quietly, "Family is supposed to come first. We were mad at each other, and fighting, and I let her fill her heart with hate instead of making it right."

"Henry..." Elsie took another step closer to out her hand on his arm, "Don't do this to yourself."

"She was my baby sister. I was supposed to look out for her. I was supposed to protect her." His eyes had started to mist over now, and he looked up again to meet his father's gaze , "I promised."

"I never met him." She moved in closer, slipping her arm around his waist now, "But if he's at all responsible for the man you are now, then I wish I could have. I'd like to thank him for that."

"Elsie..." He shook his head sadly, not quite convinced.

"Megan is right. We do rely on you too much to make the big decisions." She gave him a little squeeze, "It's because you make it easy, Henry. It's because we trust you. You look out for us. You protect us. So many Changed don't have that luxury."

She paused as he turned into her, leaning his forehead against hers. Elsie smiled at him softly, and let her eyes close with a whisper.

"We're all more grateful for you than you can possibly know." The words were a whisper, steeping in the genuine sense of affection she didn't even try to hide from anymore, "It's not just Megan that feels that way."

They stayed like that for a bit. All Henry ever wanted to do was the right thing. He still couldn't understand how knowing what the right thing was could be so difficult, but her faith in him helped. Holding her like this, standing under the watchful eyes of the man and woman that raised him... Hoping they approved... Hoping they would have been proud of him... It felt to him like they could see him now, and that made him want to say the thing he had said so many times before to her.

He wanted them to see.

"I love you, Elsie."

Megan was just gasping for breath at this point, still shuddering from the intensity of it. Her lover was face deep between her thighs, still lovingly peppering her moist lips with gentle kisses as she gave the little human woman time to recover. She lay like that for a while, eyes closed and chest heaving inside the tight sleeveless shirt she always slept in, though it was all she was still wearing at this point.

Clairibelle gave her time, then edged up her body just a bit to rest her head on Megan's belly, looking up at her with a satisfied smile from a job well done, "Feel better, honey?"

Megan let her eyes open, smiling down at her. She'd been trying to hide it, but she had been in a bad mood ever since talking about her ex-husband earlier. No one really noticed except CB, and she had a way of making things better... One way or another. Megan reached her hands out to stroke either side of her lover's snout, finding it remarkable once more how she couldn't even see the cow any more.

She was just Clairibelle, and she loved her.

"Yeah..." Megan said with a sigh, watching as CB's eyes drifted closed at the attention, "Yeah, I feel a little better."

They stayed like that for a while before CB rose up, stretching out with a yawn. She was still clothed in a billowy knee length skirt and a shirt which she never could seem to figure out how many of the top buttons could be left undone before becoming inappropriate, "I'm not going to lie, Megan. I never get tired of doing that."

"I'm the one that should be telling you that." Megan said with a chuckle, pulling herself up a bit to prop her back against the headboard, "It's not even fair, really. I can't even return the favor. Not like that."

Clairibelle got a look on her face that was decidedly wicked, "Well... There are other things you could do for me. If you really want to show your gratitude, that is."

Megan raised her eyebrows curiously, still smiling as she wondered what CB was up to, "I feel like I should be worried. Should I be worried?"

"Oh shush." Clairibelle laughed, moving over to the dresser to open up the drawer that Megan had given her, pulling out an unmarked box that looked like it had just been retrieved from the mailbox, before coming back to the bed to hand it over, "It's just that... I got you a gift. For me."

"How very generous of you... For you." Megan laughed again, taking the box and opening it up, instantly laughing even harder as she pulled the two objects out of it. The first was a harness, meant to be worn like a pair of underpants but sturdy enough to support the weight of the second object. That second piece was big and floppy, about a foot and a half long and shaped like the male member of a species that Clairibelle very much wasn't.

"A horse dildo? Really?" Megan wobbled at at her accusingly, her sense of amusement uncontainable at this point.

"Well they don't make them in Bull. I checked." CB winked back at her, "And the human ones they had were kind of small."

"Well at least it's not as big as the one Annabelle described." Megan looked at it more closely. It wasn't especially thick. Nothing she probably couldn't have handled herself, though she really didn't feel inclined to. It had a ridge around it mimicking a sheath, and a few veiny bits that would probably feel nice, but it would never hold a candle to what Clairibelle was capable of with that magnificent tongue of hers, "You really think she can... You know..."

"Oh I know it. I've heard them doing it. She begs him for it." CB huffed, looking almost wistful at the thought, "I think he likes hearing her lovely little accent when she talks dirty to him."

Megan thought about it for a moment, then remembered something Clairibelle had said at dinner once, "Did you sneak that peek through the window, yet?"

"Hah! No, that was just a joke. I wouldn't really." She moved over the bed to sit down now, reaching up to wrap her hand around the rubbery phallus and give it a couple strokes, "It is tempting though, isn't it?"

Megan leaned in to place a tender kiss against Clairibelle's cheek, "Not for me. Not anymore."

"Oh you're smooth." Clairibelle leaned into it, unable to contain a little chuckle. She then leaned away again to give another wink, "Well, you've successfully seduced me. Go on, try this thing on so we can see how well it fits."

Megan eyed the harness for a second, then rose up to her knees on the mattress to start fiddling with getting it on, "It seems pretty adjustable. I can't see how it wouldn't fit right."

Clairibelle was holding the floppy horse cock now, and held it up in front of herself to look it up and down slowly, "I wasn't talking about the harness."

Megan laughed again, eventually getting the straps all buckled down and in place. Clairibelle turned toward her, having already practiced how the two pieces attached to one another. Soon enough had it secured firmly in place so that when she let it go it stayed there, jutting out and drooping down from Megan's crotch almost like the real thing.

"Well?" Clairibelle asked curiously, "How does it feel?"

"It's odd..." Megan said quietly, staring down at it, "Suddenly I... I want to pee on everything."

CB practically fell over backwards with laughter.

"I want to watch football and yell at the screen." She went on letting her eyes drift off into the distance, "I want to drink beer and ride dirt bikes. I want to light off fireworks for some reason in April."

Clairibelle had all but lost it at this point. Megan turned to look at her laying on the mattress, but waited for her to nearly stop before adding one more thing.

"I'm going to grow a beard."

With that CB was gone again, laughing so hard she couldn't help but cry because of it. Megan eventually couldn't help but join in, giving up the act long enough to settle into a more relaxed sitting position as she waited for her lover to settle back down.

"Oh god, Megan..." Clairibelle eventually devolved into gasps for breath, still broken with giggles as she tried to control herself, "I don't think I've ever loved you as much as I do right now. You're perfect."

"Well duh... Have you seen this thing?" Megan rolled her eyes, pointing now at the faux phallus dangling off of her.

"It's too much... Do you have any idea how much you sound like Duke right now?" CB stood and her top came off first and quickly, not bothering with the buttons rather than just pulling it over her head. The skirt seemed to drop down around her almost on its own, leaving her completely naked. Megan briefly wondered where her panties had gone. She had been wearing some earlier. It didn't seem to matter though as her lover crawled back into the bed, laying back with narrowed eyes and a smile, "Make love to me, Megan."

"Pft... Whatever." Megan rolled her eyes again, "I probably picked you up at the bar. I bought you drinks."

She raised up again, this time reaching down to lift the floppy rubber shaft upward.

"You need to get over here and suck this." Megan smiled down at her, "You practically owe me."

Clairibelle cocked one brow curiously, a sultry smile still on her lips. She realized then that this little act wasn't just for her amusement. If they were going to do this, then they were going to do it right. Megan wasn't just going to do her like a man, she was going to be a man.

Her man.

She rolled up toward her, taking the fake member in her hand to give it a few slow strokes as she looked up at Megan through her lashes, "It's so big, though... It won't hurt, will it?"

"It won't hurt me, so I don't really care." Megan grunted a little as the tip of it slipped between Clairibelle's lips, letting her swirl it around in her mouth a little before speaking again, "That's it, baby... My fragile male ego needs you to worship my penis. My sense of self worth depends on it."

CB could only snort at first as another fit of laughter caused her to practically choke on the object of her attention, just as quickly letting it slide out so she could try and recover.

"Megan..." She finally said breathlessly, "I think you and I have been dating the same kind of men."

Megan settled back down on her knees, a bit more relaxed now that she was done playing, "That may be why we were both ready for something else."

"Oh, I'm ready." Clairibelle rolled over now onto all fours at first, back end facing her lover. She leaned her weight onto one arm, turning back to catch hold of her tail and lift it out of the way. She let it slide through her fingers until just the tuft a the end of it was in her grip, just in front of her face and she nibbled on the bit of hair with her lips briefly, looking back over her shoulder at the little human woman with a sulty look in her eyes, "And waiting..."

Megan didn't move forward right away. Her hands came up instead, letting her thumbs pull apart the jet black labia, watching as they slowly peeled away from each other to reveal the pinker flesh inside. Everyone had seen her naked before on the farm, but only Megan had seen this. Only Megan had explored deeper. She let one hand come free, stroking up and down the open crease slowly, before pulling away a line of sticky fluid, making sure the last of it dribbled out on her fingers so as not to waste a drop. She raised up again, letting go of CB completely now to hoist up the virgin toy so she could see, and smear its tip with its first taste of a woman's arousal.

Clairibelle didn't exactly need help with lubrication, but she appreciated the show.

Megan finally moved into position, reaching up to place her left hand on CB's rump, while the other kept the somewhat droopy member under control. She was suddenly struck by an urge, and lifted it up a bit to spank it against her lover's other cheek a couple of times, causing them both to start chuckling again for a moment.

"Do they all do that?" Clairibelle rolled her eyes, turning back towards the headboard and on to all fours again, "I mean... I've only been with a couple guys, but they both did that."

"A couple?" Megan let the phallus drop into Clairibelle's crack. If she was being honest, she was kind of having fun playing with it, "Who were you with other than Duke?"

"Another bull from out of state. Bigger asshole than Duke, actually, but they used to hang out for a while." CB started grinding a bit back against the rubber pressed against her, "Duke got drunk and passed out, so he and I... Well. Not my proudest moment."

"We've all got those." Megan drew back, letting it slip between the other woman's thighs now to rub it lengthwise across her sex, "I once slept with an old boyfriend after he showed up to my cousin's wedding in bicycle shorts.

Clairibelle laughed again, "Okay, that's worse."

"Couldn't help it. Weddings always did make me clingy."

She drew back again now, not quite far enough to just slide the fake penis inside. Instead she gripped it just bellow the tip, forcing up upwards against Clairibelles lips, letting the pliable nature of it bend itself against her until neither it or the hole it was trying to enter could resist any longer, popping up into her with a snap and a jiggle.

CB shuddered as it did so, with a sharp intake of breathe to mark it's passing, "Fuck me Megan... Please..."

Megan never used to like dirty talk, but then again she liked a lot of things now that she never would have been willing to try before. It was different with Clairibelle. It wasn't for play. It was a genuine need, and those were the words she needed to use to express it.

Megan leaned over the top of her, reaching up to grab one of her horns to yank her head back roughly, causing her lover to gasp with the excitement of it. She leaned in to nibble on CB's ear a little, then remembered something from her first day in the barn that morning she was introduced to Clairibelle's true nature.

"Fast or slow?" She whispered.

"Fast..." Clairibelle practically seethed the word, desperate in her need now, "Very, very fast..."

Megan complied, pulling back even more tightly now on the horn to arch CB's back and slamming the whole thing home in one heavy push. She took it all, right up until she could feel the cool leather of the harness against her labia as they pressed flat against it.

Megan only paused a second for a shudder to pass through her lover. Clairibelle sat up completely now, letting Megan put her free arm around her waist, while her own came up to reach around the back of the little human's neck. Once that was done, it began... Hard and fast. Megan's hips bucked up into her lover with as much force as she could muster, and as a farm girl, it wasn't nothing. Clairibelle matched the movements, slamming herself back against it with each inward stroke.

It never took much to get CB off. Just a few minutes, right at the edge. She tried to fight it. She tried to let it build for as long as possible and hang on to the bliss of the act in progress, but whatever resilience she might have had was lost when the arm around her dropped, the hand stopping just at where the rubber met the woman and pressed against her, forcing her more firmly against the phallus in a way that caused it to slide over her button with more friction. She couldn't help it. The way the fake veins and ridge passed over her clit on each stroke was all she could take. Her back arched even further, her head laid back against Megan's shoulder...

She gave herself to it. It flowed over her completely, causing her entire body to react. Megan stopped, just trying to hold her in place now as she threatened to throw herself off, but Clairibelle couldn't control her body any longer. She rose up and down slightly off it, her knees sliding out to the sides and back over and over again like the pulsing of a jellyfish with a fetish for horsecock.

Eventually she fell forward, and Megan fell with her. The both of them were gasping for breath, a thick sheen of sweat having formed over them now. They laid like that for a long while to recover, until Clairibelle finally managed the strength to speak.

"I love you, Megan..." She panted, eyes still closed and splayed out face down against the mattress, "I love you so much."

Megan smiled. It would always be about the sex for Clairibelle. She needed it. It was a part of her. More than that though, she needed it to be with someone she loved. Someone she could trust. Someone who wouldn't shy away from her desires. It had been an adventure for Megan from the first day, learning to understand this woman and accept what she was, and to love her for it...

But she had, and she did, and she always would.

And she knew what Clairibelle liked.

CB moaned as the shaft slid out of her slowly, still sensitive from the pounding she'd just received. Megan wasn't done though, and the tip barely even came out of her, sliding up the sparsely haired patch of skin above it, and nestling firmly right against the pucker of her lover's back door.

"Oh..." Clairibelle's eyes came open, and she was suddenly overcome with a rush of excitement all over again, "Are you going to..."

"I'm a guy now, remember?" She pressed the tip against her gently, a little push and and then back again, repeated a few times as Clairibelle started to relax to accept was was coming, "If there's one thing I know about guys, it's that sooner or later they're going to try and put it in your butt."

"Okay, now I definitely know you and I have been dating the same kind of men." CB had to chuckle at that, "But I thought you weren't into this kind of thing?"

"I'm not, really." Megan pushed forward a little harder, letting the tip pop inside, "You are though, and I aim to keep you happy."

"I'm happier than I've ever been in my entire life." The words were almost breathless, her eyes drifting closed as a little more of the fake member slid up inside of her.

Megan leaned in again, nearly laying down over the top of her to whisper in her ear once more, "I love you to, Clairibelle."

CB smiled, let out a little moan that was as much from the pleasure as from the feeling of warmth that flowed through her upon hearing the words.

"Slow this time..." She said quietly.

"I want this to last forever."

Cassidy and Eli were wide awake, laying in bed next to each other as they silently stared at the ceiling. The women across the hall hadn't exactly been quiet. They had just finished listening to Megan going at Clairibelle, and the pair were both considering the particular act which they had just engaged in.

Millie, on the other hand, was sleeping quietly, curled up at her sister's side to leave Cassidy comfortably sandwiched between her two best friends in the world. The sounds of sex didn't keep her awake any more. They hadn't for years.

Eli waited until they couldn't hear anything else from the other women, thought a little longer on the subject, then turned his head a to whisper at the girl beside him, "Is that... Is that something girls like?"

"I don't know. I've never tried it." She shrugged a little as part of her reply, "I suppose we could... If you want to."

"Well, I don't know. I never thought about it before." He turned his head to stare off at the ceiling again, "I don't want to do anything that might hurt you."

Cassidy smiled at that, tiling her head to lean it against his shoulder a little more snugly than before. He was always so sweet, "We can be careful. I've got some lotion we can use to..."

She was instantly cut off by a shout from CB across the hall.

"Don't use lotion!" She hollered, "You need to lubricate your butthole, not moisturize it!"

"Clairibelle!" Megan's voice shouted right after.

Everything went silent for a few long seconds. Eli was just stunned, but soon enough Cassidy couldn't help herself. She started giggling madly. The sound of it roused Millie just enough to smile a little, curl herself up against her sister a little tighter, and drift right back off to sleep again.

Eli just shook his head and smiled.

"You're a peculiar girl, Miss Cassidy."