Freak Show (The Shotacon Version)

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"Come, come one, come all!" A male would yell. "You must be this tall." He pointed to a measuring board. His curly beard was one sight to look at. It flipped at the ends. There was a fresh smell of popcorn and the obnoxious sound of laughter. Everyday it was the same. I was still chained at my ankle, just getting exploited.

"Mommy, why does he have horns?" A kid would ask every once and a while. The mother would stare in wonder, and I'd be the one knowing it was how I was born. She'd give a shrug and tug on her child's hand.

"He's a freak. That's why."

The words didn't affect me the way they did when I first came. I learned to accept the harsh words. Besides, it was true. I was a freak of nature. The men would throw trash at me, demanding me to strip. I wasn't going to do it. It wasn't right. After all, I wasn't some object of sexual pleasure, right? I wasn't ignorant. I wasn't going to do anything that didn't feel right.

Each day it was the same ride on the carousel. Round and round. Round and round and round until there was no rounding left. It never changed. I would wake up from my shitty excuse of a bed, I would dress myself in the slutty outfit I was forced to wear, and then I was taken out to my spot. I wore the shackles on my left ankle with no pride. It was hell. I was a person, not an animal.

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"Azarias, it's time to go," the ring leader told me, his protruding belly out further than usual. He had been drinking, I could smell it on his breath. I stood up, my body covered in dirt. He leaned down, unlocking the metal brace upon my ankle. I bounded to my tent. I hated being out on the grounds at night, especially when he was there. My clothes got dirty, so I stripped from them, put them in the washer, and stood there naked. Immediately, I grabbed a piece of cloth to hide my member. I had to shower. It had been a while since I showered.

I scurried as fast as I could to the shower rooms. It was embarrassing to only have two outfits: work and sleep. I got into my stall, my short height thankfully hiding my head in between the cloth support for walls. I turned on the water -- it was warm for the first time ever. My hands reached up to grab the bar of soap, but another hand was there. I retracted my hand quickly, shamefully looking away.

"S-Sorry," I said to the male. I didn't hear anything come from him, and that him was Octavian. He was taller than me by at least a foot. Damn him. I knew exactly what he was. I turned away when I found out who it was. I would mind my own business. My body shivered as I hunkered down into the stream of steamy water. What a plus it was to make it to the showers first. But soon it would be full of smelly, obnoxious men. What a shit hole.

"Hey, Az," Octavian said as he finally turned away from my pale body to go back into his stall. I had never heard someone call me a nickname so profoundly. I shook my head before I assumed my standing position. My hair had become a little shaggy since I came here a few months ago. I've gotten used to the life of this carnival. Ugh, it really disgusted me. I quickly grabbed the soap, which was rightfully mine in the first place. I lathered the soap upon my chest and under my arms to rid the dirty state I was in. I began to rinse myself off. I could literally feel the stars of cleanliness radiate off of me.

I grabbed my towel that I had found within my tent of safety, wrapped it around my thin and boney waist, and began to make my exit. Octavian had to intervene with such simple steps. He wore the white towel around his waist and held his hands at his hips. A brow of his was cocked up in interest, but I gave a scowl and a grunt at him.

"Excuse me," I muttered as I went to pass by him. He placed his hand on my bottom as I walked by, which caused my stub of a tail to tuck as far as it could into my bottom. Octavian let out an amused laugh before pushing past me to leave. I didn't want to say anything in fear that a fight would start. He was much stronger than me. I reached up to rub my horns -- to remind me that it would all be okay. My mom was probably still looking for me! I quickly ran out of the bathing house to my tent. I made sure to zip my tent up and change quickly to avoid being walked in on.

"What a day," I whispered to myself as I got into my white onesie pajamas. There was a small hole cut out of it so my tail could have room to breath. I laid my small ears back before crawling into my bed. I had my pillows elevated so that I could avoid hurting my horns. I really hoped the next day would be better. I wanted my mom. I wanted my siblings. I wanted my old life back.

I guess you can say I didn't know what I had until I lost it.