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The Rendering Pit - Genevieve's Epilogue
🕑 Added 2018-10-24 02:20:45 +0000 UTCWritten by yours truly, as always, we appreciate your support <3
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Genevieve found herself standing in the familiar hallway, outside of Tiffanys door. Shed been procrastinating the decision to talk to her for a long time, ever since shed woken up to find a pigs snout had replaced her once elegant, vulpine muzzle. But she couldnt hide in the cafeteria any longer. Nor could she avoid processing the flood of emotions that had plagued her since she discovered her love of gorging. The trough, even now, tickled at the back of her mind, an errant thought that struggled to distract her from her purpose.
A single knock away.
Her fist hung in the air, and the familiar doubts she had felt, came back to her. What if she didnt like her anymore? What if the nose was too much? What if she was too fat? What if she was angry that Genevieve had gone missing? A million what-ifs, and the answers were a knock away, if only she could bring herself to-
Knock. Knock.
There. It was done. The seconds were becoming unbearable.
The door opened with a soft, quiet, shoosh noise, and behind it was the familiar visage of the jackal Genevieve had come to know and regard with fondness. Tiffany was as beautiful as ever. Her athletic figure might have melted away behind a few dozen pounds, but her eyes sparkled with golden flecks and what Genevieve was sure was more than one ocular implant.
Well long time no see stranger! Jeez, disappear off the map why dont you?
I... uh... Genevieve stammered, not sure what to do. She braced herself for the inevitable. For the accusations, and declarations of hate.
Well, dont just stand there, come on in big girl. We got some catching up to do. And just like that, Tiffany had grabbed Genevieves hand and was leading her into her dormitory room. The smaller jackal leading the much larger, slow waddling pig-fox hybrid towards the lounge where theyd spent many nights watching comically bad horror vids and gorging on popcorn and snacks. Genevieves bee drone rushed in the door behind her, as though to give some semblance of backup, but suddenly Genevieve didnt feel like she needed it. There was no shouting, no hate. Tiffany sat her down and, both hands clasped around one of Genevieves she asked, Are you okay? Whats been going on?
And that was it.
Genevieve explained the pig nose, the added weight, Tiffany didnt seem to mind. In fact she was fascinated, if anything. At one point in the conversation she asked if she could touch it and, blushing, Genevieve allowed her to. She felt the jackals delicate fingers brush along the sensitive skin of her porcine snout and it was all she could do not to snort at the tickling sensation that followed. It wasnt unpleasant, by any degree. What had been a trip Genevieve had dreaded, quickly had turned into something else. Something far, far more happy for the mixed up vulpine-pig.
Though, things werent all rosy. She told Genevieve she was disappointed that the girl hadnt come to her sooner, that she had allowed herself to worry and fuss, and let that fuss isolate her. But there wasnt much that could be done about that now, and she certainly wasnt going to let it distress her. From there, the rest of the afternoon devolved into talking about mundane things. Happy things. The latest menu changes in the cafeteria. The latest rumours surrounding a Custodiet Supra Cartogres member. Things that seemed to matter less and less, the more anyone thought of them. It was time spent, lounging on the couch, Genevieves stomach pushing her legs far apart and pushing out further than her knees, with Tiffany leaning against her, arm draped lazily over the fox-pigs gut, scratching and kneading it gently. Something that was sorely needed.
The pairs conversation was interrupted, however, as Genevieves tablet beeped loud enough to get their attention.
Oh chrome! She grunted, leaning over enough to dig it out of the fold between her gut and her thighs, I knew I forgot something. Professor V said she was going to send me a message later today, couldnt tell me what about though. It was something the pig-fox felt for a moment like she ought to panic over, after all, anything the professors sent students was usually something to panic over, and Professor Victoria had a track record of piling new and waist expanding duties onto Genevieves already overloaded plate. But she couldnt stir herself up enough to panic. With Tiffany by her side, it was hard not to feel like any new challenge she might face, she would have the strength to face, head on.
The tablet was sweat covered and a little greasy when she manipulated it into her hands, but wiping the grease off was easy enough and she quickly accessed the message.
Genevieve,
Good work on your project, once again. The Headmistress and I have invited some of your friends to come see the fruits of your combined labour, up in the orientation hall. With everyone in attendance, it would be a shame if you werent there.
-Professor Victoria
Reading it, the letter felt like an invitation that wasnt really an invitation. She could technically decline, but it didnt seem wise. Especially since students being invited to the orientation ceremony by the Headmistress was almost unheard of.
Id better take this one. Genevieve said, shifting her bulk around so that she could start getting up. That process in and of itself, would take minutes.
Tiffany whined, Already? It feels like you only just got here... The pig-foxs ears wiggled a little, and she felt a blush creep across her cheeks. It was nice to be wanted.
Yeah, but it shouldnt take me too long. Meet up for dinner later, maybe?
Count on it! Tiffany grinned, and Genevieve set to writing out a reply.
Professor Victoria,
Im on my way now.
- Genevieve
Comments
Jenny Koda
Hypin' it up haha, WHEN WILL THIS ORIENTATION START ALREADY!!!
Athan
Getting pretty hyped for this orientation!
