(Chapter 64.) A new start.
Those first few days after we escaped from Albion everything was manic. Liam worked constantly. Many meetings were had with Hans, Rolo, Alderton, and others I didn't recognize. From time to time, I hear Liam's raised voice, and sometimes the raised voices of others. Everything is tense. He talks about safety, the backlash for Angel, Mother, and even at one point Little Brett. The tension is high and I can sense that what Liam has done is still having repercussions that I don't fully understand. The part of me that is still angry about how Liam kept this a secret is holding back. Liam seems frantic and doesn't sleep. I spend time looking after the boys and try to take in our new surroundings. Eventually, the meetings seem calmer and almost cordial.
It is our fifth day before he holds me and breaks down in my arms. He sobs and apologizes; mostly it is relief, but I do get a sense of genuine regret about how he behaved. He tells me he has an agreement that will keep us safe. Compromises were made, but it is a good deal for us as a family. He goes to the city to make a visi cast message. He records a message for consumption back in Albion; he follows an agreed script that he has resigned as President due to ill health. It seemed to work.
Counsel Alderton was made President in his place as per Liam's handover. As the last bull in the Connor line, Liam could do that. With Senator Rolo onside and a few other senators bought off, the stink died down pretty quickly. I know from Liam's demeanor that he is more relaxed and I start to feel safe.
Those early days I was in a state of confusion, anger, and shock. How would we live? What would we do? Did we have credit for things? Liam explained to me liquidating assets meant we had most of his father's credit. He had spent months with Alderton moving bonds, selling assets, and moving funds to safe-havens. He is almost certain Sam had credit hidden away that he hadn't found. It didn't mean an awful lot to me. Liam just eventually said we were now pretty fucking wealthy, and I understood that.
Liam said that Angel cried when he told him the news of his plan. Angel also said his greatest fear was for Richard and that at some point his son would end up as a breeder or worse, a whore like his mother. As hard as it would be, he had known it was for the best. He also told me Angel said, 'Get my baby brother out of this shit hole country, and if you are half the man I think you are, restore my baby brother to the bull he was always meant to be.'
That was so like Angel and made me laugh. I am still sad about leaving him and Albion behind in the way we did. Liam thinks when the time passes we will be able to visi cast Albion. We just need to keep a low profile for a few months, maybe a year.
The shock and anger wore off. I still didn't understand why he hadn't said anything to me, not really. It was the way with Liam he would do the right thing, just not necessarily do it in the right way. The days after we got here, things with Liam and me were tense. But with three babies on hand and Liam still trying to sort out the mess, finding time to argue was harder than you can imagine, and I tried pretty fucking hard.
Family and taking care of three kids kind of gets in the way of a good grudge. The main factor stopping me from arguing more was that I had the relief of being out of Albion. I know my boys will have a different life than mine. Sure, I could be angry with Liam, but knowing that was all the comfort I really needed. Liam and his issues of trust were discussions for another time, another day. We were here now, and for the most part I felt a sense of hope for our three boys, for Liam and also for myself.
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This country is so odd to me. I still keep the kids naked around the house and myself. I am not sure about clothes. They seem so unnecessary. Except for the tit holder, which is the most remarkable garment ever. Complicated but remarkable. You can work out in one of those babies. I love that garment. Clothes just seem, I don't know, mostly kind of dumb.
Avon has bad weather. It is so fucking cold here, well compared to Albion. So I sort of understand protection from the cold. In that respect, wearing clothes outdoors seems ok I guess. However, inside it seems unnecessary. Socks and shoes are revolting, and Liam was right, his feet sweat and so do mine, and they smell worse than my cunt sometimes.
I am also of mixed mind about the undergarments and pads. They do soak up the slime, but they smell a bit after a while. All in all, I prefer the freedom of being naked indoors, even as a breeder. I think it will be some time before I am convinced about garments. They are overused here in Avon.
Avon uses visi casts for more than just messages. Here, it is also used as a source of entertainment. I am yet to be convinced this is much in the way of entertainment at all. Those early weeks the election was on. I got very angry because there was a visi cast and some man was saying horrible things about Hans and what a terrible job he had done. I had to turn it off. This place is not very courteous. So from what I understand of democracy, it is a lot of angry people saying bad things about each other and being rude. They can keep that.
When I told Hans that the visi cast was dull, he introduced me to porn. He thought I might enjoy that, and I thought it was a comedy with lots of short men with small dicks butt fucking each other. Or lots of pussy guys getting fucked by small cocks. 7 to 8 inches seems to be enormous in Avon. The pussy men intrigue me. They are the ones who take Pussy Guy to get pussies sometimes for a night, or sometimes permanently. I often wonder about that as a choice. It makes me think of my own situation. Hans and I agreed that visi casts are not really my thing.
The men here are mostly short and puny. They are not like the bulls of Albion. When Liam and I go out, we stand out. We are like giants in this land. Sometimes we will see a tall guy but very rarely. Avon is the land of the puny. I am not sure what I think of the men here. We noticed the difference when Liam tried on an Avon XXL condom; it was far too tight and small. We had to order in special condoms for his dick.
I think about York, Aiden, Mason and Thomas and how big they were and Liam and how big he is. Few men we see compare. I do notice, though, that from time to time I will see a guy and my pussy tingles.
I have to say our house is stunningly beautiful. We have a small indoor pool, a hot bubble bath thing, and a sauna. All of them heated, which I thought was strange at first, but as it is so cold, I understand why everything here needs some sort of heating.
We have a gym and like much of the house; it has a large window overlooking a constantly changing scene of mountains, boats on the lake. It is mesmerizing. The clouds change so much. I never saw so many clouds, big dark angry clouds one minute and light fluffy the next, then clear. It is like the immersion unit, only it doesn't make me dizzy as I work out.
I love the food here. It all tastes so different and fresh and wonderful. There's so much fish. Hans had convinced me of fish in Albion, but here there is so much of it and done so many ways. Fish is definitely my new favorite thing to eat. Avon is different and strange; some of those differences are better and others less so. I will take time to adjust.
The other thought that is never far from the surface is that I can be restored like Liam's mother, Hans. Avon does offer me that chance. People here have freedom, and I have no real sense of what that means, but I am sure I will find out.
I try not to speak to Liam about it. I almost feel like it would be a betrayal of sorts. I am his breeder and he is my bull. I don't want him to feel like I am rejecting him. I am sure he will understand and support me. I just need to find the right time and words to discuss it properly with him. I don't want to say anything that would hurt him, and I fear I could easily do that with a badly chosen phrase.
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Hans is one of the bright spots in all of this and when he lost the election, two weeks after we defected, he had time on his hands. He loves spending that time with the grandkids and me. He is also a great person to talk to about how I feel.
Hans takes me to eat at a real fancy place in the city and it is a huge room with gold leaf, chandeliers and paintings and mirrors on the walls. Some of the paintings have women on them. I thought they were strange fleshy breeders but no, these paintings are from the olden times and are real women.
I stare at them in amazement. They look so different from most breeders. Women are not attractive at all to my way of thinking. They are softer and have painted faces but not tattoos, and Hans explains some of it to me and tells me we should go to the city gallery of ancient art. I wasn't sure because that sounded sort of boring, the type of thing Jonas would have enjoyed, but I agree we will do that one day. I mostly hope that Hans will forget.
As we were eating in that grand room, I spotted a handsome guy and saw that Hans was looking at him as well.
"I think we share similar tastes, in that one," I tell Hans, giving him a knowing look.
Hans chuckles and calls him over and they chat for a while. He really is quite attractive, light short red hair and curly, not like Liam's deep red straight hair. He has no beard and blue eyes. A short guy, maybe 5 feet 11 inches, but sexy with it. A little older than me and a lot younger than Hans.
Hans and he chat for a while, polite talk for Avon. I learn his name is Austin. This is not the shouting of the visi cast. Eventually he leaves and I grin asking,. "How do you know Austin, then?"
"An old friend," Hans says, grinning back at me.
"Yeah oh I know. So did this old friend fuck you when you had a cunt?" I ask, laughing.
I see Hans choke on his wine a bit. "No Brett. I fucked him for what it is worth," he whispers and starts laughing.
"What in the ass?" I ask, my voice hushed. Trying to work out the polite rules of conversation in Avon.
"Yes, but mostly in his cunt," Hans says and leans forward. He says the word cunt quietly.
"But he didn't look like a breeder!" I say, and I look over at Austin again. He really doesn't look like a breeder. I see him sitting there looking like any other man of Avon. I try to process it. Garments hide so much in this place.
"Brett, honey, he is a pussy guy like I was. He has a full pussy. He decided he preferred that to having his dick, and he has a cunt," Hans says casually.
"But he looks so normal."
"Well, that is because he is Brett. I mean, you have a pussy as well. Nobody in here would know that looking at you," Hans laughs.
"I know, but I have huge tits as well. No mistaking me for a bull, not with these puppies. And then there is my voice," I say, still squeezing my tits.
"Well, see him over there. And then him second booth to the right. And him at the bar." My eyes dart around the room. The three guys Hans points out to me they all have tits. The guy in the booth, well, his tits are as big as mine. I hadn't even noticed amongst all the throngs of people that I am not quite as freakish as I sometimes feel.
"Breeders? Huh. I didn't think you had breeders here," I say, confused.
"We don't. And don't assume just because a guy has tits, he has a pussy as well Brett. They just might want tits. It isn't common, but it isn't that odd," Hans says, smiling at me.
"Mmm, this place is strange. You know, Hans, this is all so different to me. So you can have tits and a dick in Avon?"
"If that is what you want, yes," Hans says and holds my hand.
I stare around the room again. I notice a man at the bar. He wears very tight trouser pants that have no bulge and show lips almost like me in my undergarments. I try not to stare at the man who has pussy lip pants. Austin wasn't wearing pants like that. I wonder how many men in this room have cunts like me.
Hans smiles at me. "Try not to stare, dear," Hans says, smiling at me.
"How can you tell who has what?" I ask.
