Chapter 9 – Carmen
Is it okay? I stare at the intimidating contraption. I'm grateful that H'Nue picked up on the reason for my reluctance, and the effort he has put in to enable me to be comfortable with what is apparently a very necessary procedure. Especially since he doesn't understand what is going on.
But now I am about to watch M'Rin come, and while it would be a lie to say that I haven't imagined it, I never would have dreamt it would be in these circumstances.
I feel awkward about putting him in this position, but not awkward enough to leave the room. I can't trust that M'Rinna hasn't tampered with the system, and now that I'm cognisant again, I'm petrified at the idea of being forced back into permanent oblivion.
Besides, it's not like M'Rin hasn't seen me come before. Not that I have caught him watching, but I'm sure he has at some point. And if he hasn't, he is about to. H'Nue made it sound like the dosing session is going to be incredibly long and exhausting.
So, is it okay? Yes, I suppose it is, if only because I don't like any other alternative.
I nod.
“Alright,” H'Nue says, “M'Rin?” He tilts his head towards the contraption.
M'Rin blows out a breath and approaches one of the short ends of the bench. He closes his eyes and stands there for a minute. I can see his nose flaring, but otherwise the only thing moving is his cock. It is hardening where it hangs below his hips, lengthening and thickening.
It is impressive, and keeps getting bigger. I can see now why he said my body wasn't ready for him. Will it ever be?
His cock is formidable–scarily so–when he moves again. He opens his eyes–just a sliver–and crawls over the bench until his torso covers its length. He lowers his weight onto the bench and it dips beneath him. He keeps going until the head of the bench is tilted down to the floor and I hear a click. With a ripple of muscle, he pushes back up while the bench stays low. He braces his arms around the bench and pulls his hips back. Giving himself room, I realise. Then, with impressive accuracy, he slides his length into the built in sheath.
That sheath protrudes well below the bench, only narrowing just above the collection bottle fitted into a slot at floor-height.
I watch the silicone bulge as M'Rin's length fills it to almost the very end. He pauses for a moment, and I note that he is breathing harder; his nostrils flare again as he draws in deep lungfuls of air.
When he finally pulls his hips back, I can see the sleeve softening as he withdraws. It seems almost obscene. And while it feels intrusive to be watching this, there is no way I can turn my attention anywhere else.
I briefly wonder, given how blasé they are about nudity here, how H'Nue feels about seeing this, or how M'Rin feels about his presence, but the thought is shoved aside by the visual of M'Rin pushing back into the silicone sleeve, a little faster this time. The muscles of his back, ass, and legs ripple as he moves faster, again and again, until M'Rin's movements are shaking the frame, and I now understand why it's constructed so solidly.
I feel a mixture of intimidation, arousal, and longing at the idea of it being me under him rather than the bench. Is that what I can expect, given my doses have come from him? Is that how it works? And, if so, no matter what he said before, how willing is he? Did M'Rinna simply succeed at trapping him?
Eventually M'Rin's movements shorten and sharpen, becoming more frenetic, until with a long, low bellow, he thrusts into the sleeve one more time, as deep as he can go. His come starts to splash into the bottle. When it looks like he is done, I hear a mechanical whir, and the sleeve starts rippling around M'Rin's cock, milking him of even more come.
The bottle is almost full, and if all of that is supposed to go in–and stay in–me, I can see why H'Nue said it would take a while.
M'Rin pushes a button on the floor, and the bench releases back to its original height. He lowers himself down onto it and relaxes for a minute, recovering. Eventually his breathing evens, and when he opens his eyes and reverses off the bench, he seems like his usual self, although his cock is still longer than I am used to seeing it. And yes, I have looked more than a couple of times.
He cleans himself up while H'Nue retrieves the bottle. He syringes a dose, right in front of me, and gestures to the bench.
“If you could straddle the bench, please, Carmen?” He asks as if it is the most commonplace thing to request, and doesn't involve me laying down in the exact space M'Rin has just come so spectacularly.
I walk over and pause at the end of the bench. It is too high for me to crawl over like M'Rin has just done.
M'Rin fiddles with a control, and the bench lowers. I can't look at him as I climb up on the bench.
The still-warm fabric cover is smooth on my belly and breasts, and I concentrate on that rather than M'Rin's tangible presence next to me.
H'Nue adjusts me to his liking, muttering about positioning. “This isn't ideal for your udder, but I would prefer not to go back to the milking room. We are less likely to be interrupted here.” He looks like he is about to say more, but when he doesn't, I wonder if he was going to add that we are less likely to be questioned here. Then I scold myself; I have to assume that they are humouring me, rather than developing their own suspicions.
H'Nue places the bottle down next to me, in my view. I wish I could tell him that I trust him and M'Rin, just not anything that M'Rinna could have tampered with.
“Alright, here we go,” H'Nue warns as I feel the tip of the syringe inserted into me.
The next hour is a gruelling marathon of orgasms interspersed with short breaks. It might sound wonderful in theory, but it's exhausting. H'Nue has to vary things when my clit gets too sensitive, and his range of tricks is truly impressive.
M'Rin leaves at some point, but I have no idea when.
“Okay honey, we are done. Just recover there for a bit. I'll tidy up, and then we are going straight outside. You need as much sunshine as you can get, and I'm not sure you are up to standing around for grooming anyway,” he finishes with a chuckle.
I huff in amused agreement.
When he is done, he helps me off the bench. “Now, I need to you stay upright, or else I suspect some of the last dose will leak out. Which will be less than ideal, and may raise questions we don't want to answer. Okay?”
I nod and he fits my tail before accompanying me outside. I lead us to a more remote part of the pasture, then carefully lower myself to the ground without dropping my hips below my shoulders.
“Now, if you're up for it, I'd like to see if I can work out what's happened.”
H'Nue's gaze is steady and open. I give him a nod, and his returning smile is pleased.
What follows is even more gruelling than an hour of orgasms, and a whole lot less pleasurable. Not that H'Nue is unpleasant in any way, but conveying complex ideas with only yes and no questions is a frustrating exercise for both of us. H'Nue's patience and skill in questioning is phenomenal. I'd have loved to have him on my legal team back home. Well, back on Earth. Earth isn't–and doesn't feel like–home anymore.
About halfway through, I write 'I wish I could write in Bovarian' in a bare patch of dirt, despite knowing he can't read it.
“Yeah, that would make it a hell of a lot easier, wouldn't it?” He understands my frustration, and doesn't mention that it would be even easier if I could just talk. I'm grateful for his acceptance.
“Perhaps we can work on that, get you some textbooks?”
At my hopeful look, smile, and enthusiastic nod, he jerks his chin down firmly and says, “Then we'll do that. I'll see what I can find. Meanwhile...” He goes on with his questioning.
Hours later, he has the gist of what happened. There are some details I haven't been able to convey, but he has enough, I think. And more importantly, he doesn't seem to question the veracity of my story.
H'Nue blows out a heavy sigh. “I'll have to find proof, of course, before I can accuse M'Rin's twin sister of such a thing. Why would she do this?” The question is not directed at me, fortunately, because although I have a suspicion it has something to do with the circumstances of my arrival here, there is no way I can convey that.
“I can make up your meals myself, draw the transformation injections from the communal supply, and we can continue with fresh doses from M'Rin. That will circumvent any tampering attempts. If we do that, are you okay with resuming our usual routines?”
I give him a long look, anxiety churning in my gut, no matter that I trust him.
“I'll be incredibly careful, and if you start feeling off at all, you let me know. Just headbutt me or something.” He grins and I huff in amusement before nodding.
“Thank you, Carmen. I'm relieved that I'll be able to take care of you properly again. I was so worried.”
He touches his nose to mine, then presses our cheeks together. It's astonishing how different the gesture feels compared to when M'Rin does it. This feels friendly. Affectionate, sure, but not intimate in the same way.
He stands up. “Come on, let's get some food into you. Your stomach rumbles have been deafening me all morning.” He grins.
I snort and his grin widens.
As we walk towards the facility, he says, “I'll be around you as much as I can, but searching for proof will take time, so you'll need to be careful around M'Rinna. I think we can get M'Rin to stay with you overnight–it shouldn't take too much convincing.” He grins again and nudges my shoulder with his. The implication of his statement makes my stomach tighten.
I huff and look away ostentatiously, which just makes him laugh.
I'm about to attempt to suggest he looks for security camera footage when M'Rinna appears around the corner. She walks directly to us.
“Carmen is looking better today, H'Nue.”
“She is. She's much more like herself. Not quite there yet, but better.”
“I'm glad to hear that. M'Rin needs to do his bit to continue our line, and he seems quite fixated on her. Not that I can blame him. She has so much potential.”
It's weird to hear her talking about me as if I'm nothing more than breeding stock, while everyone else treats me like a person who happens not to speak. And not just me; all the staff are respectful to every hucow, even though the others can only have simple conversations.
M'Rinna frowns prettily as she looks me over. “Given her physical development, she's late going into season, no matter what the normal schedule suggests. Bring her to my lab and I'll look into that.”
I freeze. Even knowing I shouldn't give away how much I comprehend, I can't help the reaction.
“Oh, not so late,” H'Nue says casually, laying a hand on my back. “I suspect her stomach upset delayed it. It'll be along soon, I'm sure. I wouldn't want to add another thing to your already busy day. You must be slammed with trying to catch up after your season-leave. But don't worry, I'll let you know if Carmen needs your attention.”
There isn't much M'Rinna can say to H'Nue's careful manoeuvring, except to agree with him. I have escaped an examination this time, but I'm going to have to be very careful.
My stomach chooses that moment to rumble again.
“Oh, it's good to hear that she's hungry. Why don't you take her to her room, and I'll bring along a fortified meal to make up for the missed ones?”
I'll bet she would. Persistent cow.
“Oh, thank you for the offer. I know you are busy, so I appreciate it, but M'Rin has a special meal prepared for Carmen upstairs.” He gives her a 'what can you do, he's smitten' shrug.
M'Rinna laughs lightly. “Why am I not surprised?”
“I'll see you around,” H'Nue says, urging me forward with my harness.
M'Rinna walks off, and H'Nue curses quietly.
“Now I'll have to take you upstairs to M'Rin. And he has no such meal planned.” He glances at me. “Do you think you'll be okay waiting with him while I dash down to get a supplement and injection for you out of the communal supply?”
I nod, looking forward to seeing where M'Rin works; to learning more about him.
“Great. I'll be cautious, I promise.”