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It is late afternoon by the time you finally make it back to the orphanage, and now deeply tired you collapse on Robin’s bed because her room is closer to the stairs than yours. You’re still naked, you’ll deal with that later.
The sound of the shower across the hall is reminding you how small your bladder is now, even as the twins inside you stir from their nap.
You debate starting a game without her, but at this point you’re just about ready to crash. Everything is neatly tucked away, with the controllers even in their charger.
Finally Robin returns to her room, and actually shrieks when she spots you on the bed. Yes you’re a little different now, but it’s not that surprising is it?
“Where were you? I put up posters, and we looked all over for you!” Robin says accusingly even as she collapses into a happy cry and you pull her into a hug. “Even Bailey was looking for you! Nobody knew where you were!”
“I got kidnapped again. It got weird.” You reply with a shrug. It’s Rapecester, stuff happens, and usually people show up again. Except for Whitney anyway. “I just got back. How long was I gone?”
“Six days.”
“Babe, did you pay Bailey out of my stash?” You reply.
She nods into your shoulder.
“Thank you. So, what did I miss?”
“Not much, Sydney and I looked for you whenever we could, and that was about it. Also that creepy guy who gave us a ride to school was asking about you on Saturday. Everyone was worried because they thought you’d really disappeared like Whitney did.” She cried. “And then you show up like nothing happened but you’ve got horns and your ears are all floppy!”
“I also have a tail.” You reply happily. “And Doctor Harper said the twins are fine.”
“Wait, someone knew?” Robin said, with a much more irritated tone than you’d heard from her in years.
“Turns out he’s a creep, and was in on it.” You chirp even as you stroke her back to try and calm her down. “But I guess it meant I didn’t miss my appointment.” You try to laugh. It wasn’t going to be genuine, but with the way Robin looks at you, you can’t even fake it.
Finally you just break down.
You don’t even remember how it happened, but you spent the night in Robin’s arms, and gently untangled yourself from her sleeping embrace once the twins woke you with their usual 3AM mosh pit.
Unusually, Bailey is there in the hallway when you head to the restroom. He looks you up and down, and frowns more severely than usual. For once you think it’s not actually because of you, although he never has gotten used to looking up at you when you have a stare down. “Robin told me she paid it.” You respond to him, before he can even ask the question.
“She did.” He replies irritably, as he shoves a spare key into your hand. “Call Avery in the morning.”
You nod. It’s as civil an exchange as you’ve had since you moved into this wing, and it almost makes you respect him.
Despite nearly milking yourself into a stupor to just relieve the pressure and having to adjust to working around your new horns and ears, a long shower does finally make you start to feel human in a way you haven’t in a week. By the end of it, your tail is wagging happily as you hum.
Robin doesn’t stir again once you crawl back in bed with her. When you fall back asleep you don’t dream, and in a town like this that’s the best thing that can happen.
Calling Avery in the morning is something you would have avoided if you could. You’ve never actually liked him. He’s too flashy, too arrogant, and far too controlling for a client, but his money spends just as well as anything else, and he’s powerful enough you can’t just say no. You do a lot of things you don’t like because you don’t want Robin or your unborn children to do them. Avery is one of them, and unlike Briar, he doesn’t get that.
You call him on the phone in Bailey’s office, and not the flip phone you’ve kept a secret from the adults in your life.
“Hi Avery.” You say, trying not to regret your escape yesterday.
“Princess, where were you, you missed our date.” He replies flatly.
“I was kidnapped after I left the studio.” You replied, trying to sound scared enough he’d be mad at them, not you. “I only just escaped and got home late last night.”
“Did anything happen to you?” He asks irritably.
“A lot happened. If you don’t want to see me anymore I understand.” You reply. You hope the horns and tail and the fact you moo during sex is enough of a turnoff he leaves you alone.
“I’ll pick you up on your way to school tomorrow.” He says coldly before hanging up.
While Robin goes to sell lemonade, you go to mass for the first time in months, hanging back to avoid recognition, even with a kerchief hiding your horns. Your prayers come easily and genuinely, first for your love and your unborn children, and then what feels like one final plea for salvation from a truly damned soul.
When Sydney does recognize you after mass, it’s by the sounds of your crying. Which is strange because he’s never heard you cry, but Robin must have told him. When he does, the one thing that keeps you from looking like the wreck you are inside is your waterproof mascara.
Sydney, kind, gentle Sydney is still taken aback when he sees your new horns. Which just twists the knife further. But he doesn’t judge you. You two talk for a bit, and it helps. He has some idea of the things you’ve had to do, and reminds you you don’t need to seek forgiveness for things you had to do to survive.
You wish it was that easy.
Eventually the twins remind you that you haven’t eaten anything but grass and pig semen in a week, and you leave Sydney to visit the cafe and bring Robin something more substantial than popcorn or the sandwich she hopefully remembered.
You only make it as far as the bus stop before Niki sees you and drags you off.
In her studio, you plead your case to Niki, and beg to not be sent back.
“You think I was there because I wanted to be?” She laughs. “I’m glad you escaped. Remy is a piece of work, and neither of us would’ve been there if we had other options.”
You sigh. “Then why did you drag me in here? I was going to go get lunch.”
“First of all, Remy is still looking for you, and second, I have work for you.” She says.
“That’s great, but can we order take away first? I haven’t eaten since yesterday, and you saw what I ate there.”
The best Kebab and chips you’ve ever had later, and you’re modeling a maternity dress for Niki. She had been excited to see you slowly soften and change over the course of your pregnancy, as the twins took up time and energy that used to go to your routine, and pushed you to become much more feminine than before. You used to be able to pass, and crossdressing was really how you could afford clothes growing up.
Flaunting your newly massive tits and belly under a gingham dress wasn’t enough to do more than fan the smouldering flames inside you, but doing a set completely nude from the beginning was no fun. Pulling your tits from their undersized prison was apparently enough of a relief you found out another new fact about yourself.
You did actually moo involuntarily now.
Niki giggled as she took the shot.
You mooed again, this time deliberately.
She giggled harder.
So you mooed more, and made that look that had convinced Remy you didn’t want to escape, or just to gore him with the horns he gave you. It worked wonders.
Eventually though Niki caught herself and took a deep breath. “Okay, so if you can just stop mooing, this will go faster than your last shoot.” She said, bent over, holding a hand up in submission.
“No shit, you made me fuck a pig.” You reply.
“Have you seen your clients?” Niki replies.
You shrug, freeing your breasts to spring back out. “Touche.”
The rest of the shoot is uneventful, although Niki does focus on your breasts more than usual. Still, you walk home with a few thousand quid more than you needed to make your nut, but not enough to cover the hole in your savings.
You get home around the same time Robin does, and between the two of you and a couple of breast pumps you accidentally paint the shower white. After cleaning it, the two of you try to study, but are tired and shell-shocked enough you end up cuddling in bed and playing games with her tucked under your arm and her head against your shoulder. One of the advantages of being well over a head taller than her is she always has a pillow. The downside is you can only really kiss her on the forehead if you want to do more than flirt.
And you two have a lot of time to make up for so you do way more than flirt that night. Better to keep your minds off tomorrow morning anyway.