Chapter 5 – Carmen
When H'Nue finds me in the field and leads me to the treatment room, I'm half alert, but don't let on. I'm disappointed to leave the warmth of the sun and the zen-like state it tends to engender, especially since I'm going to one of my least favourite places. Not that I am mistreated in any way; it's just that it's hard to come to terms with the casual way that intimate acts are performed here. Particularly when those acts are performed by extremely well-muscled–very naked–males. Sure, H'Nue is never over-familiar, despite the intimate touches this part of my transformation seems to require, but I'm used to clinical acts feeling more–well, clinical . And I am definitely used to them involving less nudity.
I had hoped that if I slipped outside, H'Nue would skip this part of my routine after the trauma of the morning, but it seems it was just delayed.
“Shh, Carmen.” H'Nue strokes my back soothingly. “I know you aren't as comfortable with this bit yet, but that will come.”
He busies himself attaching my harness–which a helpful staff member had helped me put on earlier, before I went into the field–to the rails, cinching me in firmly. He intersperses restraining me with soothing touches, as he usually does.
“I don't want you hurting yourself now,” he says, as he straps my hips in place.
He moves over to a wall unit and presses some buttons. “Oh thank God, he's resupplied. That was an awkward conversation,” he says over his shoulder, despite the fact I have no idea what he is talking about.
He comes back with the wide nozzled syringe, and I tense up, despite my intention to act oblivious.
“Here we go.” He inserts the lubed nozzle into my vagina and slowly depresses the plunger, all the while stroking from my rump to my flank and speaking in soothing tones. He isn't really saying anything in particular, his voice is simply comforting and calming.
Like usual, I get restless halfway through, and also like usual, he shifts his free hand to between my legs and brings me to orgasm, swiftly and precisely. But today, instead of withdrawing his hand, he cups my mound for a minute or two, then his finger teases my clit until I fall into another orgasm. It is only then that I feel the nozzle leave me.
He withdraws from my intimate areas, but continues to stroke me soothingly as I let the harness and bindings take most of my weight.
I can see how this could become a perk, rather than an awkwardness, if I could just get my head out of the way.
“Now, I just need to measure your udder progress, and then we'll be off to the grooming room, I promise.”
I repress my frown and force my body to remain lax as he smooths his hands up my back and down my sides to cup my breasts.
They are quite tangibly bigger, and from what I've seen on the other hucows, will get even larger before my transformation is complete.
H'Nue massages the tissue of each breast, then moves down to my nipples, pulling lightly and rolling them between his fingers.
Instead of being soothing, his massage makes my breasts mildly achy and heavy, and I shift uneasily.
“Yeah, I know, honey.” He shifts his hands to my shoulders and pets them gently. “You're almost there. We'll add milking to the routine soon.” He lets out an admiring breath. “You sure are progressing quickly. You're at least a week, maybe two, ahead of where we would normally expect you to be.”
He starts unbuckling me from the stall. “Come on, let's get to the good bit, shall we?” He smiles at me warmly, then leaves me to follow him. He doesn't try to lead or direct me, just trusts that I comprehend enough to follow–which I do.
The grooming room is empty, which is not surprising thanks to the delay in my routine. However, all that matters to me is that my favourite spot is available. I amble over to it now and take up my position gazing out the window.
H'Nue sets to work unharnessing me, removing the shin pads, booties and gloves, then begins the blissful brushing process.
A little while later, H'Nue says, “Almost done. Just one extra thing to do today.”
I don't pay much attention, as he has been talking to me and himself throughout, like he usually does. I just keep staring out at the soft sunlight and the green grass, wondering if I will have time to sunbathe a bit more before lunch. The sun is so warm and gentle here, not at all bitey like–
I cut that thought off.
H'Nue is still talking, and shows me a lump of silicone about the size of a ripe cherry with a bushy proliferation of what looks like dark-brown hair at the end of a short stalk. The hair is restrained in a thick plait about half a foot long and ends in a tail of strands.
He wants me to touch the object, but I have no interest in lifting my hand. Not discouraged at all, he strokes each part of the thing along the back of my hand, and I'm mildly surprised that every single part of it is silky smooth; no roughness or scratchiness at all.
Eventually he is satisfied and takes the thing back out of my view, allowing me to resume my calm contemplation.
That calmness is shattered when H'Nue runs sure hands over each of the globes of my ass, his fingers firmly stroking along the crease, the movement ending with something slick resting on my anus.
I jolt, startle, and spin, then stare at him accusingly.
“Shh,” he soothes, putting his hands up, one still holding the offending item.
When I don't move further away, he lowers his occupied hand and reaches for me with the empty one.
Because of the trust he has built, I don't move away when he shifts closer and strokes my back.
“We need to put your tail in now, or else your privates will get too much sun exposure.” I have a feeling that he is repeating himself, but he doesn't show any impatience.
I pointedly glance at my naked skin–skin that hasn't burnt so far.
He gets the message.
“Your skin has grown this wonderfully soft protective pelt, in response to your transformation treatment”–he strokes my back again–“but your privates have lost the hair they had before, and won't grow a pelt”–another stroke–“so they need protecting.”
I frown and stare towards his rear.
“I have my own tail to protect me.” He turns to display his rear, and if I wasn't so distracted and incensed, I'm sure I'd be embarrassed by the sight of his large testicles and flaccid cock hanging from the front of his pelvis and peeking out from behind his tail.
I keep frowning as he turns to face me once again, wanting to ask about clothes, but unable to find any words. I briefly contemplate the idea of trying to write, but then remember that it's highly unlikely he would be able to read English.
“It will be comfortable once it's in, I promise.”
I narrow my eyes at him, and he chuckles. “I know, I know, that's all very well for me to say, since I don't have to wear one. But I have, you know.” My brows raise and my head twitches to the side slightly. “I had one put in so that I would know what it is like. It really is pretty comfortable. The silicone is smooth, as you felt, and there is a reservoir of lubricant inside that keeps it slick, so that it won't pull at your skin. The artificial hair is as light as we can get it, so it shouldn't drag at you, and if it does, we can shorten it a bit to make it lighter. We just find that most hus prefer it a bit longer, as it drapes better.”
He watches me with a combination of confidence and entreaty, patiently waiting for my response.
It occurs to me that he is waiting for consent, and I consider not giving it, until I conclude that they may restrict my outside time if I don't wear it.
I shuffle a small step sideways towards him.
He gives me a pleased smile, and it's gorgeous. The expression touches every part of his face, from the lines that crinkle at the corner of his eyes, to the way his ears lift, to the slight tilt of his chin. I wonder if he has smiled at me like that before.
“Thank you, honey. Now, this only needs to be worn whilst you are outside. If you pause just inside the doorway when coming back in, I'll know you want it out, okay?”
I give the tiniest dip of my chin, but he sees it and smiles beatifically once again.
He returns to my side, and runs his hands over my ass, just like before. I tense up. I can't help it.
“Try to relax for me, honey. The calmer you are, the easier this will go in. Look out the window again and go to your happy place. I'll take care of you, I won't hurt you, I promise.”
I turn my attention to the outside again, but it takes a while–and a lot of stroking on non-ass areas–to relax me again.
Distantly, I feel H'Nue's hands moving to my rear again, but I push away the thought and hold onto my calm.
The bulb presses onto my anus, and I hold onto the calm.
The bulb stretches me open, and I hold onto the calm.
“That's the widest part in Carmen, well done. It will just slip home now.”
And it does, but there is a small jolt as it seats. It startles me, causing my butt to clench, which rocks my hips forward. I squeal as my movements overemphasis the invading sensation.
H'Nue swiftly slings an arm under my hips, lifting them up into the air, and tucks my legs up towards my chest with his other arm.
“Shh,” he soothed. “Just relax and it will settle, I promise.”
I'm not convinced he upheld his last promise, so it takes a very deliberate decision to stop fighting his hold.
“There, well done.” He lowers my knees to the ground once again. “Just let me finish brushing you and you can go outside.”
I allow his touch, but don't fully relax again.
“Here.” He opens the outside door after helping me don my accessories. “Head on out, and remember, if you need your tail out for any reason, just come inside and wait by the door. Okay?”
I give him a barely-there nod as I go outside, back into the welcome sunshine. The tail an annoyingly constant presence as I crawl out into the green field.