The Involuntary Master & Ponygirls 
by R.W. Lewis  
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- as edited by Sir Jeff.

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“It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.” - quote by J.K Rowling 

Part three “Barriers Broken, Bonding Formed”

Sub story Life accepts change 
 

It is time for he every other afternoon Pony Frolic secession at the Pony Factory Training Farm, where for 2 hours every Ponygirl on the Farm is let lose in a large grass paddock near the main Stable. Yes, they are watched and as long as they are not harming themselves or others they are let be. Strangely, only the Cowboy Boss of this Facility standing with a foot up on the one of the paddock fences understands why this frolic secession is required. The other staff grooms and the trainers do not. They think it is a waste of an entire day a week which would be better used in constant training. The Cowboy Boss wonders why the trainers do not attempt to understand that animals and humans alike to remain sane, stable able to function creatures. Require the sociality of their own kind, which these two hours every other day gives these Ponygirls that independent social contact they need. After all it’s a miracle that a rare few do mentally breakdown and go insane during the transformation from human girl to Ponygirl livestock. Here in this frolic paddock personal social barriers are broken, social bonds are formed, which provides support and strength. Strength to endure this conversion which I hope one day the trainers will understand.

Before he walks away to check on other matters at the Farm, he again takes a good look at old Pony Coffee as she is comforting her training abused stall mates. There is the prime example of support, strength, why cannot my staff see how this helps the girls accept what we force them to become both physically and mentally.  

  With her stall mates the newly created defensive mental shield Persona Pony Coffee understands what her purpose is, she still has the original Human persona internally, but outwardly the task of this self created exterior mental shield persona is to endure, survive this nightmare. Persona Coffee when loosed into the frolic paddock was mentally ready to be exposed to the society of the Ponygirl herd. The herd of around three dozen ponygirls all confirming many of the images Coffee had been earlier forced to view. It was not the open lesbian sexual play many where engaged in, or when she first overhears ponygirls whispering and mouthing their love for each other. It was the fact Coffee learned that they as Ponygirls even without vocal cords still could directly communicate, via whispers.

 

This wonderful news she whispered through her bit close to the ears of her two recovering stall mates, who were just as shunned to hear Pony Coffee whisper to them. They in whispered broken English, Spanish and Tagalong Perlita’s Philippine native language, which was much affected by 900 years of Spanish rule of the Philippines before the 90 years of American domination, they communicated.  Pony Coffee learned the pony names of her stable mates and the basic facts of their backgrounds. Ponies Amber and Brownie were two young girls from a poor rural interior Mexican village who signed themselves to labor contracts for the signing bonus advance payment money to help their families, which were grateful to their daughters. Those labor contracts later during the trip to this place, they learned required them to become in the fine print legal language, Ponygirl livestock.  

Pony Coffee told them that to this place contracts are not needed, for example she is not under contract for she was kidnapped from the same train they were on. Which is why we three ended up together, we have more to whisper but here comes that training monster George. Let’s keep our whispers to ourselves, who knows they maybe a ponygirl secret, to which Amber and Brownie nodded yes. 

Trainer George, the vile man he was, unable now to continue his physical abuse vented his anger verbally, “well you pony bitches the Farm Boss himself has ordered that you be rested.” No training for the remaining day, Ponies Amber and Brownie are glad to hear this for they can barely stand, Pony Coffee is standing but is shaking on her hooves. But that does not mean you are free, you are all going to be permanently shoed early, which also is an order from the Boss, so on your hooves. You get your first Ponygirl permanent pony shoeing now. 

As Trainer George led the three ponies to the Ponygirl Farm smithy, at least they were slowly trotting, shaking, but trotting and not walking like humans, he noted.  

At the Ponygirl Farm smithy, all three were securely immobilized standing, in what was a foam press which encased them shoulders to hips. Starting with Pony Coffee the pony farm blacksmith took, raised her right hoof, bending her knee naturally to the back, between his legs just like a horse being shoed. The blacksmith appeared to match up a horseshoe to the flats of her toes. Once he was satisfied with the alignment which would place the permanent nail ports through the flesh into the bones of those toe flats, he started to hammer in the four nails with odd shaped tips. When the 1^st nail was 2/3^rd hammered in Perlita felt a sharp piecing pain were the nail was being hammered into the flat of her toes. Coffee felt the nail being hammered into her flesh and bone. She started to cry tears for her pain which only made Trainer George smile. When the smithy was done Coffee felt that she had been pieced 8 times, 4 on each flat hoof. Which x-rays later that week revealed Pony Coffee now had four permanent Ponygirl shoe nail ports, for future shoeing, embedded in bone in each of her now beyond any doubt were no longer human feet, but Ponygirl hooves.  Ponies Amber and Brownie joined her in this next permanent physical modification toward becoming Ponygirls.  

For the rest of the day Trainer George had a junior groom trot them around on the automatic walker, where they first adapted to having hooves. George gave the groom instructions these ponies are to remain on their hooves 40 minutes each hour until they are bedded down in their stall tonight. Tomorrow, Sunday he ordered the groom just trot them all day, for I will be back Monday. I need a day off to find a bar, a whore to get stinking drunk with and relieve myself. 

That night was chilly in their unheated stall, the three wanting to whisper more about who they were, huddled together for both warmth and to whisper to each other. 

Last Sunday night Robert was thinking at this very train station, now it’s the first Sunday mid day since and he is about to board the train. He paid for his round trip ticket in cash, purchasing the ticket ten minutes before the train departed. Robert was taking no chances at being in the do not board TSA list in the Amtrak Data Computer base, by using a credit card which would require a I.D. check. Payment of cash all he was required was show his driver’s license, which the clerk skipped the computer I.D. check, to speed the last minute ticket line at his window along.  

Robert Wilson plans every Sunday from now on is going to be on the same scheduled round trip train route until he finds “clues, information” on where to pick up the trail of his treasured Coffee. Today this is just a recon of the train, its routines; he has his laptop and his digital Camera. At each stop he is going to take a lot of pictures, do some video recording and download them into his laptop for later review. Robert is doing “role play, Cosplay” in his Perlita given nickname “Fox.” As the Robert the Fox admits he does not know what he is looking for but first must see what you have to compare. First look at “what is,” then look if there any difference verses what is common? That is what today is about gather base data, riding the rail route both ways, to establish a baseline. Robert boards the mid day San Diego train Business Class southbound, places his ticket stub above his seat for the conductor to collect and opens his laptop, while recording with his camera, then sits back as the train pulls out of the station. 

To the south a pickup truck is 60 minutes away from dropping a man dressed in cowboy fashion at the Oceanside station a man with a collar embroidered “The Boss”. Who tells the driver of the pickup have the Calexico pickup team wait for me at the Olivine siding, thinking Trainer George is not the only one on my Factory Farm staff who can “Round Up” a free pony from a train. 

At the Farm Pony Coffee, Pony Amber and Pony Brownie are happy to learn from the replacement junior groom their trainer has taken Sunday off, he tells them their training cycle for the day is to just keep trotting today. Get adjusted to their permanently shoed hooves, this end of the first week of their Stage One Physical ponygirl modifications. 

The reminder that it was just last Sunday, only 7 days ago hits the inner Perlita persona so hard, that outwardly Pony Coffee has tears, Pony Coffee reminds, in an attempt to comfort her inner original human persona, saying Robert is surely searching and he as the Fox will find us. 

Later this same Sunday the sun is setting into the Pacific Ocean west of San Diego, Robert Wilson has had an early dinner in the San Diego Gas Light district and now has boarded the same scheduled northbound Surfliner that Perlita was on last Sunday, Robert thinks it was just 7 days ago, how that day now feels eternal. He had no problem with the south bound portion of this first Sunday recon of the train routine, thinking I hope there will be no problems with the return trip. As the train pulls out of San Diego Station Robert repeats his now practiced routine, opens the laptop, records those around him, recording a passenger dressed as a Cowboy with an I.D. Collar in the video heading to the Business Class upper deck while placing his ticket stub above his seat.  

Before the station stop at San Diego Old town the young female conductor rushes through Business Class checking off the tickets. As she rushed through the check of his ticket he did not look directly at her or say anything. That Conductor Robert remembered was the same young woman that had him choked down, thrown off the train, triggering his heart attack, and responsible for losing Perlita’s travel items.  Robert could only hope if she remembered him, given he was just sitting quietly causing no trouble would overlook him.  

In the upper level of the business class car was the Ponygirl Factory Farm Cowboy, with a collar that was labeled “The Boss”, thinking damn! There has been no fillies, or the opportunity worth my effort today. Appears George just lucked out with that old mare Coffee. At that moment the young female conductor stopped to collect his ticket, noticing the Cowboys Collar she stopped and asked what does the Boss mean? The Boss getting his first good look at the young female conduct who just started her scheduled shift replied exactly that, I am the Boss of my Pony Farm and don’t you forget it my filly.   

Thinking, bingo now there is one well worth the effort to “round up” and with the hypnotic in my spray gun should be able to get her to arrange an unscheduled stop. The Cowboy Boss then asked this future Filly which on the spot his decided to personally train “could you please check back with me after Solano Beach Station stop, my filly.”  

The young Conductor unaware what this passenger has planned for her, relies yes sir, as I see you are ticketed to Oceanside. May I to assume you are going to ask to detrain before then?  

The Boss replies, petty and smart a good combination in a Filly, understand this train gets parked on a siding before Oceanside to allow a fast freight to pass which often happens on this Sunday route between Solano Beach and Oceanside station stops.  

The young Conductor before leaving says “yes sir,” I will check for you, thanks for asking giving me the courtesy “heads up.” The Boss measured the filly with his eyes, as she walked away, yes check with me and by Monday eve your pony muting and ringing operation will be complete. Looks like today was well worth a round up effort, just to add this one to the auction. 

The Train makes a quick stop at Old Town Station that has most of the passengers exiting business class and just an exchange of passengers in coach. It is a few minutes after the train has left Old Town next stop is a long segment to Solano Beach. At which time after leaving Solano Beach station the young Conductor makes the rounds of business class just to ensure that there are is no class hoppers. These class hoppers seeing the open Business Class snack bar, there is always someone from coach that attempts to raid it and she remembers only having one passenger each in the upper and lower levels. The upper one she will see if he can be dropped soon on the Olivine siding that the dispatch uses to park us on for the fast freight that runs around this scheduled train three of four Sundays. 

Conductor Jenny Carson finally takes a close good look at the lone passenger on the lower level and she instantly calls for the on board TSA Marshall to come to the Business class. Robert looks up sees her with her hand on her shoulder radio and says “so you finally noticed and remembered.” The Conductor asks why you are on this train? You should be on the no board list! Robert replies, Amtrak does not sell tickets to people it has on their no board list. The young girl shaken, to see this man again, states your ticketing must be a mistake!  

Robert replies how convenient for you Conductor Jenny Carson, reading her name badge to be able to decide a properly ticketed passenger is a mistake. Whereas a woman who vanishes on your train is not, Conductor Jenny I believe that everyone myself included answers for their actions and decisions. “One day you will be judged for your actions and decisions last Sunday night.” I pray for you, that judgment for your responsibility in last Sunday nights events will not be too harsh. 

The TSA on Board Marshall now in the Business Class Car, overhearing what Robert just said, enters the conversation. Miss Carson that sounds like a terrorist threat shall I choke him out?  

Robert looks directly at Conductor Jenny, and asks do you really want to kill me, you again have a second chance now after failing last Sunday. When you had me choked out, into a heart attack, I am sure another heart attack, which will be my third will do the job this time. Or please prove you still have some human compassion, “Please let me continue looking for that woman who vanished from your train last Sunday, who is my treasure and the only reason I am still alive.”  

Robert turns to the TSA Marshall would you like to join me, I will answer any questions after of course you verify I am not armed. Unless you consider a digital camera, laptop computer and yes this ball point pen a weapon. Robert removes his coat stands and places his hands fingers interlocked behind his head, back to the TSA Marshall, assuming the position.  

The TSA Marshall handcuffs Robert, then does a weapons pat down, the Marshall starts to say Robert is under arrest for making a ….  

Conductor Jenny near tears, realizing her responsibility in the circumstances of last Sunday, interrupts TSA Marshall Carl, stating Mr. Wilson this passage was not making a threat, just a comment. He’s done nothing wrong; all he is trying to do is find his missing wife. Please Marshal Carl just leave him alone, it’s alright!   

The Marshall asks are you sure?  (Jenny) Yes, now I have to see to the needs of the other Business Class passenger and runs half way up the stairs at one end of the business car to the upper level. The TSA Marshall tells Robert, you just caught a break, if it was me you would be in handcuffs and frog marched off this train at the Oceanside station, straight into the Marine Brig at the base.  

Robert repeats his invitation to the Marshal to sit with him and let me tell you a “NO SHIT” story and then what you just did and threaten to do, does not come close to what the government bureaucracy has already done to me for the last week.  

Half way up the stair well Conductor Jenny Carson pauses to call the dispatcher about the fast freight schedule for tonight. The dispatcher tells her sorry going to park you on the Olivine siding for about 10 minutes. Jenny’s reply is that’s ok, have one that wants off again like last week. She next called the coach conductor Charles. Telling that Conductor I not feeling well and am getting off at Oceanside to deadhead back home on the reverse south bound there will be only one remaining Business Class passenger from San Diego, can you cover for me. Over the radio Jenny hears an OK and get well, see you on Monday’s run. Jenny Carson, thinking Good, let one passage off at the Olivine siding and then I get off at Oceanside and back home to San Diego. Oh God, please forgive me for my part in what happened last Sunday. I will never forget his words about judgment and that touch of sad gray in those bright blue eyes, realizing she does have some responsibility for the result of her actions of last Sunday. 

Conductor Jenny then composed and told herself at least I am about to do one thing right tonight. She then continued upstairs and approached the Cowboy Boss, passenger. Telling him, Mr. Boss in about five minutes we will be on the Olivine siding and you can leave the train. The Pony Farm Boss had noted they were alone on the upper level as he thought what luck she just made this the easiest round up I have ever had, this filly just handed herself over. Then quickly bringing out his spray gun, he smiled at her you said your name is Jenny? That’s a good ponygirl name; we will be getting off together my new ponygirl Jenny. As the Farm Boss sprayed the hypnotic in her face, Jenny instantly felt her body go limp when she breathed in the unexpected spray mist. 

The Cowboy Boss caught her set her down on the seat across from him. From his coat pockets he brought out a ball bit gag, inserted it deep in her mouth and strapped it around her head tight. He next took out some temporary arm binding straps bent her forward and bound her arms behind her. He next heard the announcement over the train PA that dispatch has directed the train to a siding to allow a fast freight to pass by, the doors will be opened for ventilation and we will be on our way in about 10 minutes. He then took her under the arms; sleep walked her to and just short of the bottom of the stairs. The Boss was going to wait until the doors opened and rush out on a two count after they open, figuring anyone would be looking away after the doors opened. Best chance to leave the train unseen and get this new soon to be ponygirl back to the Farm for her muting and ringing operation first light in the morning. Also I have not done any ponygirl training for awhile; training this one to be another quality draft ponygirl, to be a match pair with old Coffee will be fun and likely bring a better price for both at auction. 

The train comes to a stop on the siding, the doors automatically open and on two, the Boss with Conductor Jenny Carson, soon to be Ponygirl Jenny quickly glides off the train. Robert’s eyes catches movement at the rear door, asks the TSA Marshall what siding is this? The Marshall replies Olivine. At the completion of the “NO SHIT” story Robert asks for the TSA Marshall’s card and in exchange gives the Marshall one of his. After the card exchange TSA Marshall Carl says to Robert no wonder you call that a no shit story. Frankly, I do not believe you and I still wish I could frog marched you off this train at Oceanside. The Marine base close by has a holding brig you would not enjoy being in. Robert’s reply is to simply tell the TSA Marshall you will believe my “no shit tale” because by noon tomorrow expect a few calls, whatever that movement Robert’s eyes detected, it has been recorded by Robert’s Digital camera in video mode and is now downloading into his laptop. 

Once he is home he will transfer the file and after confirming what Robert as the Fox’s instinct thinks just happened will email it to the Southern California branches of Homeland Security, TSA, FBI and CHP. It’s too bad without proof this unbelieving TSA Marshal is more likely to throw me into that marine brig if I were to say anything more. After the Oceanside station stop was completed and the coach conductor named Charles was now checking on Robert the lone Business Class passenger, TSA Marshall Carl asks where’s Jenny? Charles the Coach Conductor replies she called sick and got off at Oceanside to deadhead home on the reverse southbound San Diego train, Robert asked did you see her get off? Conductor Charles replies no but her radio is off, likely now on her way home.  Robert shuts down his laptop and tells the TSA Marshall I am going to nap until my station, I have a feeling that I am in for a long day Monday. His Cosplay persona the Fox is screaming internally “OH DEAR GOD NOT AGAIN, Not another woman taken!”  

At the Olivine siding, Jenny in her aware hypnotic state is being taken to the semi-concealed livestock trailer, where Jenny is stripped and put into proper Ponygirl tack, to join the makeup Calexico imports Ponygirl from last Sunday. The grooms congratulate the Boss on his fine draft ponygirl pick up and it’s great, you’re going to train her in time for the auction. 

Robert arrives home about 11:00 p.m. and reviews the video file, on seeing it his compassion screams in pain, “you must go rescue her now and likely Coffee is there! Go! Go! Now!”  Yes, he out loud he answers himself go there, alone, no backup, unarmed, unprepared and fail. I have only one chance, I cannot risk failure. Now not only Coffee is at risk, now this Jenny Carson whose face I now know and those eyes looked into mine. May god forgive what they are about to endure the next 10-15 days in a place, if there is a Cowboy, then there are ponies. Which means a Ponygirl Training facility, at least they are alive. The question is how much of a Ponygirl physically, sexually and mentally will they be made into, while I prepare for their rescue? He then made sure the incident report emails were time stamped and transmitted, having no hope that the TSA bureaucracy would act to save them. It would be easier for them to bury me and forget Coffee, Jenny and who knows how many are on that Ponygirl production site now. 

This second Monday for as they are now just thinking to think of themselves, Ponies Coffee, Amber and Brownie they reflect on their first week in training, on the irrevocable permanent physical changes that appear to force them toward becoming Ponygirls. Right off being operated on and muted, mutilated with rings, next the tail plugs which their anus now readily accepts. The physical conversion of their human feet to ponygirl hooves, compete with pony shoes. Including now of how even we move, no longer able to jog or run like humans, but doing a pony like trot, a canter and galloping, what is next they wonder. The next two days of confirming that they are about to complete stage one, have no surprises other than Trainer George is subdued, like he is tightly controlling himself. He works them physically hard Monday on the ponygirl canter gate and Tuesday on the ponygirl proper gallop. This acceptance of being physically pony like is the completion of the first stage toward becoming Ponygirls.  

The next stage is the sexuality barrier which they are going to be forced through starting Wednesday accelerated this second week in an unexpected manner and once they accept that adjustment, after the sexuality stage is complete there is one last stage. The Final Mental conditioning which will remove and permanent destroy their sense of Humanity. So, Coffee, Amber, Brownie and Jenny who will join them this Wednesday in an accelerated stage two conversion, do not truly know how close they are to being completely transformed into Ponygirls permanently. The entire physical and mental conversion process the Cowboy Farm “Boss” plans to take a hand in and finish for these two pair of fillies in under the next two weeks.  

At Sunrise Monday alone in a stall already equipped with a Monitor Jenny Carson age 29 who was a Conductor with Amtrak and enrolled to be a older college coed just this coming semester, opens her eyes to see the Cowboy Boss. She has hazy memories of her being walked off the train, stripped nude, ball bit gag to keep her quite, arms bound, pinned behind her back and now her bare feet fitted into shoes that look like hooves. Shoes as she stands forces her onto the flats of her toes, arch and heel suspended high. There are only two other items of tack she is wearing, there is a two foot spreader/hobble bar between her legs just above her knees and there is a wide collar with one ring on the front, she feels metal against her neck. The memories are all true for as Jenny stands up on now her hooves she sees it all on her. 

The Boss is holding what looks like a tail attached to a plug of some kind, says, so you are awake Pony Jenny you are lucky, you get to keep your human name since Jenny is such a nice sounding Filly Ponygirl name. Jenny cannot ask “WHAT’S A PONYGIRL? But the Cowboy Boss, who has seen this question look before on conversion victims understands. 

The Cowboy Boss tells Pony Jenny since right off you recognized me as the Boss last night, listen carefully I am going to explain this once are you ready to listen. Jenny nods head up and down in a yes. The Boss says, but first I must tail you, the Boss went around behind her and had Jenny bend forward when she was had a 45 degree angle he said that’s fine. With his right hand on her shoulder he held her still, with his left he probed with the plug between her butt cheeks until he found her anus and with a firm consistent push Jenny felt her anus stretch painfully and just when she felt her anus to be tore apart, her anus constricted into a ridge grooved into the anus tail plug.  

The Boss told Jenny, your anus will be sore for a bit but in time your anus and body will accept your tail as you are learning to accept the hooves you are standing on. The Boss explains; Jenny the human female no longer exists, by the time I am done training you Jenny, you will be a Ponygirl. You will be livestock, property owned by a Master, who you will live for and obey. I am the most experienced Ponygirl Trainer here on my Ponygirl Training Factory Farm. You are my accelerated project you have intelligence which will make your rapid transformation possible. There are many steps and three stages you will successfully shortly adapt to and the result will show you that instead of just being a plain human female, you are about to become an exceptional draft Ponygirl. 

Now we start, your permanent physical stage one ponygirl modifications, as the woman in a white uniform also with a tail from her butt came in and injected Jenny with a sedative. Pony Jenny we start with your pony operation when you wake up you will have your pony rings which will be explained, since ponygirls, cannot talk, cannot communicate, only able to take orders from humans, you will be muted, your vocal cords are to be cut removing your human voice, Pony Jenny is yours Mr. Vet. As Jenny being carried to the clinic, lost consciousness she was screaming into the gag NOOOOOO!!  

When Jenny woke up at dusk that same Monday and found she was still in the nightmare, when Jenny tried to close her eyes she found them taped open, still she prayed please god, let me awake, please wake up. Her throat was sore and through that throat pain no matter how hard Jenny tried, could not make a sound. Her nose had a ring, her nipples had them also and peeking out from under her clitoris hood was also a ring. On the Monitor were pictures of Ponygirls, those pictures fill Jenny with horror because if this is not a nightmare, that is her, that is what is to be her future. 

Then Jenny noticed she was chained so she could not turn away from the monitor, she realized is being made to see those pictures, being forced to accept that will be her, her future. It was then she remembered Robert Wilson words of judgment she heard again as clear when he first spoke them; “One day you will be judged for your actions and decisions last Sunday night. I pray for you that judgment will not be too harsh.” 

Jenny then with the images from the monitor in her eyes, started to cry without a sound, finding her tears gave her comfort for they blurred those Ponygirl images, Jenny realized she was not only crying for herself but Robert Wilson’s wife who likely also is somewhere trapped in this nightmare.  

Robert slept the sleep of one who has been damned, his ecchi research has taught him too much about the Ponygirl Culture. He has nightmares of how it is populated with sadists who show by their actions truly hate women. That those who are in that Pony Play Culture voluntarily are the minority, that the majority of Ponygirls were forced or tricked to be such, that the results voluntary or not are the same. The girl because of the effectiveness of the methods used always becomes physically and mentally livestock. Robert wonders if a Man such as himself, who does not desire to be a Ponygirl Master could be one, one of the rare minority Master who treasures and protects a ponygirl. Instead of abusing them how would a Ponygirl react to such a Master?  

Later Robert wakes up a readies himself for the new day, at 9 a.m. as he was about open his door to leave for the Pistol and Gun Club appointment there outside are shouts;

THIS IS THE POLICE OPEN UP OR WE WILL BREAK THE DOOR DOWN! 

Robert is at the front door when he hears the command to open up, knowing they are not going to wait he hopes that his opening the door timing is good enough.

As he opens the door the ram and the four policemen wheedling it finding no resistance fall through his opened door and flat on their faces, in the entry way. Robert demands to see their warrant, an older senior looking plain clothes man, says we have a warrant it is in route. Robert replies ok until then get off my property! Get back on the public sidewalk, NOW!  

Oh yes, you two as he points to two uniformed policewomen in the search team, please come with me so I can show you my residence and that I am alone. Also here is the contact information for a TSA Marshall who I was with last night, which will prove my alibi, how I did not kidnap the missing Amtrak train Conductor from that same train last night. Robert gave them a nickel tour of the residence and his short version “NO SHIT” story to the two policewomen and handed them a disk with copies of all his data, including the video/photo files from the train yesterday, while exchanging business cards. Telling them I would work this case independently for your bosses the higher level bureaucrats are not interested in serving and protecting the public, on this one you are soon to learn.  

He then showed them out, locked the door behind them and handed them a spare key, this is for when the warrant arrives. I just got the house back in order; you now have on that disk everything I have about the case. I verbally give you two alone permission and no other leave to enter and warrantless search these premises anytime 7/24, please just do not ransack when searching my residence like last time. Later when the warrant arrived, the two police women blocked the search team entry, by taking and ripping the warrant up. Stating you heard the person of interest, we do not require a warrant, you saw him give us a key and heard the verbal permission for only the two of us to search these premises. That’s the way it will be, besides we do it this way this place is now open to our search 7/24, to which the senior officers present agreed. 

  Robert for the next six days, was in a 16 hour on, 8 hour of sleep schedule, he was able to convince the Pistol and Rifle club to accept him as a member.

He simply told them his “NO SHIT” story. Yes, it sounds insane, but I am not one of those Black Helicopter types, as a background check will reveal. 

So, for twice a day two hours in the morning, two hours in the late afternoon he was at the Club’s training range taking instruction on the use and handling of fire arms. On that first day he found his weapon of choice and paid a deposit in full, for a M1911A1 U.S. Army Service pistol, which was standard issue until 1985, he used in his long ago basic Army training and serving for one honorable three year enlistment.    

With the ten day background check and delay on sales of firearms it means it will be eleven days before he can mount any rescue, this gives him this time to prepare. Robert realizes his Perlita will be in whoever’s hand for the 10 days to be armed +7 days already +1to ready equals 18 days. That Cowboy can likely have Perlita broken and ponygirl trained, opposed to 11 days for Jenny Carson. Robert strangely is praying if any form of accelerated mentally breaking programming using electro-shock is used, instead of the preferred sadistic physical abuse, which leaves permanent physical damage. Robert further prays that his Coffee only will be subject to being pierced with Ponygirl rings and none of the pony surgery adjustments that can include, loss of voice, muting by cutting the vocal cords. Nerve damage to bowel and bladder control to further their humiliation, by forcing livestock like toilet habits. The shoeing of their feet to become hooves, and worst of all amputation of limbs. Ranging from just the hands and feet for the use of hoof prosthesis, to full amputation of the entire arms, instead of simple bondage. He does not even want to think that Perlita, his beloved Coffee has been lobotomized.  

When not at the Club Firing Range, Robert is in full research mode, reviewing maps of the Olivine siding and the area around it. From Google Earth satellite maps with a high degree of competence he has indentified the likely location where Jenny and also Perlita are. But still needs to find out about its operation, the number of Ponygirls in training one groom/trainer per 4 to 6 Ponygirls would be a good indication how many hostiles he will have to eliminate, yes admitting to himself likely have to kill.   

To that objective he at mid-day Friday makes an unscheduled visit to a junior deputy legal attaché  in the Los Angeles Mexican Consulate. Robert knows like the Asian culture and Face, the Latino Culture prides itself on showing Respect. Robert Wilson shows his respect by being totally honest; he reveals everything he has first without pre-conditions to a very Junior Deputy Legal Attaché. 

This rare open display of respect by a North Americano-Gringo impresses the very junior JDL Attaché; he reciprocates by sharing the latest information on human trafficking Mexico into Southern California. From the sub-section data on sexual trafficking, listed major source for ponygirls and other exotics is Calexico Exports. Robert learns there is a rumored unconfirmed Ponygirl Training Factory Farm somewhere between San Diego and Los Angeles. Which has a regular Ponygirl Auction about every eight months; the next one Federally Intelligence is guessing should be in less than 3 weeks at the most. Together they estimate that since the last auction there should be thirty to thirty-six girls now in ponygirl conversion obtained from Calexico Imports. The Attaché notes that does not include other sources locally such as from the local train which you, Mr. Wilson seem to confirm two.   

Robert’s other research has shown that in that region there have been additionally four missing high school senior and college coeds in the 16 to 24 age range who vanished during the last six months. So, best to assume forty Ponygirls in transformation soon ready for Auction.  Means at 1groom/trainer per 4 Pony Trainees, 10 permanent operating training/grooms ponygirl personal, also must account for site support and logistics. One Vet, with One Nurse/aid, one Administrator for paperwork and of course the leader or Boss of the Organization, making at minimum 15 permanent staff on that Pony Girl Facility.  

Damn! Robert comments for a permanent operation of this size, such as this there must be outside security. It’s time to look into the local police/sheriff assigned to the Olivine area; Robert is now ready to walk the ground. Next Sunday, he will take the early a.m. Surfliner, depart the train at Solano Beach Station and walk the rails north back to the Oceanside Station. Picking up at that station one of the late northbounds, so to get a good look closely at the Olivine siding ground and see if I can pick up anything more by direct inspection.  

It is Wednesday morning sunrise at the Pony Factory Training Farm, inland east near Olivine siding, Coffee, Amber and Brownie have completed the morning grooming and feeding routine. Trainer George is leading them to the Training Treadmills again this morning without a word to them. Once at the treadmills they are joined by another Trainer, whose Collar reads “The Boss” he is leading clearly, a brand new acquired Ponygirl Trainee still with her ball bit gag. The Boss tells George, ok get your ponies trotting, Pony Jenny I want you to observe and learn how Ponygirls trot. While you learn to walk, soon there are three training ponies in their 2.5 mph trotting rhythms and one pony in training slowly walking at 1 mph each on a treadmill. 

George complains openly to the Boss, “Boss you are going to delay my training schedule.” The Boss replies, George shut up and do what I tell you and how dare you argue in front of the Ponies. If you have a disagreement, you voice it privately! Do you understand, the tone of the Boss made it clear to George that one more word and he will be fired. Trainer George, swallowed his pride, then stepped back one step and in an controlled neutral tone said “YES, Boss Sorry Boss.” George remembered that the last staff member that was fired, found themselves being muted and trained as a donkey. All four ponies clearly heard the exchange and wondered what that was all about between the Trainer and Boss? 

Shorty before the mid-day break the Boss stepped up to Pony Jenny with crop in hand, Pony Jenny I think you can try a short trot now and raised the treadmill rate to 1.5 mph, Jenny looking at the Coffee Complexioned Ponygirl across from her raised her knees hi and stepped into the trot gate. The Boss pleased said, good Pony Jenny watching the others you learned to raise your knees high and lean into each step as you trot. The Boss satisfied increased the treadmill very slowly to the same 2.5 mph rate that the other three ponies were at; Jenny was able to adjust her gate with the slow rate of increase. At 2.5 mph she started to rock her shoulders and then felt the crop sting across both shoulders leaving thin red marks. The Boss told Jenny, Ponygirls trot with shoulders level.  

Pony Jenny look again at Pony Coffee; old as she is, her trot is near perfect. Knee rose high on each step, which she leans into and you could balance a cup on each shoulder and not a drop will be spilled. Jenny looked at Pony Coffee, in her mind the thought exploded, could that possibly be Robert Wilson’s wife? She does not look that old. Jenny felt the whack of the crop under her knees, the Boss saying you lowered your knees keep them high! Jenny returned her concentration on properly trotting. As she sought follow the example Pony Coffee set across from her.  

At the mid-day 30 minute break with the snack of granola, dried fruit and being watered there was no time for Jenny to try making contact, but how? Now that Jenny could no longer speak, even when her ball gag is removed, to it appears to be replaced by blinders and a bit in time.

 

During the break it became clear the Cowboy Boss was in charge of their training now; the four ponies had no doubt about it. When out of ear shot, but not line of sight they saw Trainer George and the Boss in a heated exchange. The Three ponies Coffee, Amber and Brownie did their best to conceal their smiles that they were no longer in the complete control of that Trainer Monster. Jenny noticed the smiles behind the bits and wondered what was there to smile about in this nightmare. 

After the break Ponies Coffee, Amber and Brownie were put into programmed Canter drills on the Treadmills. The automatic program started with a slow trot at 1.5 mph for 5 minutes to warm up. Then a regular trot at 2.5 mph for 25 minutes, into a fast trot at 3.5 mph for 15 minutes.

Then a flashing light on the display indicated to the Pony to switch gates to a Canter as the treadmill rate increased to 4.5 miles per hour and held it there for 15 minutes. 

The Canter gate was a longer step, which allowed a lower knee rise and the matching shoulder were to rock forward and back with each Canter step, so when the right hoof rose the right shoulder came forward, right hoof planted the shoulder rocked back as that leg and hoof pushed the Pony forward. The same action was repeated with the left side, so the right and left alternated.  

A Ponygirl in near perfect Canter is true beauty in motion, from the front the ringed breasts are swinging back and forth, from the rear the hips, buttocks and tail swing with the canter motion. Amazingly old Pony Coffee’s Canter was one of those rare beyond images of perfection and as the physical excise tightened her muscles, trimming her figure, for her physically becoming a Ponygirl was to reverse the physical flow of aging. 

It has only been over a week and a-half, with the ponygirl low fat, hi fiber diet and 12-14 hours daily constant exercise notability her breasts, butt are were rounder, riding higher, firmer, Coffee’s legs and upper body muscles are tighter becoming more defined. The most notable change is the round middle age belly, is flattening in a very short time to be flat, with a bare hint of female convex roundness.  

After 15 minutes at the Canter, the treadmill would slow to the 1.5 mph rate and the light would stop flashing indicating to the Pony to return to the trot gate. This 1.5 mph was the rest gate for the Ponygirl and after 30 minutes, the cycle of 2.5 mph for 25, followed by 3.5 mph for 15 and the top 4.5 mph for 15 with the flashing light would auto cycle. The role of the Trainer, was with his crop too administer correction.  

Jenny was put on a treadmill at the 2.5 mph rate, the Boss said Pony Jenny you have mastered your hooves, time you master trotting, that is now your standard gate. Pony Jenny you will trot everywhere from now on. So, trot and build up your Stamina. Use Pony Coffee as your idol, she’s likely twice your age and look at the result, as a Ponygirl the flow of aging has reversed for her. 

Both the inner human Perlita and the now outside dominant Pony Coffee shield persona heard this praise and had the same thought, “Would that we could show Robert” For since Robert’s first heart attack, he put himself on an daily diet and exercise routine that had returned his weight, muscles and body figure to what it was when they were first married, with him clearly appearing twenty-five years younger than his true age. Perlita was lax in her commitment to do the same, now circumstances have started to force the same similar physical changes upon her.  

So, the training continued until the Pony Frolic bell sounded and the equipment was powered down. The Boss reattached the spreader bar/hobble between the knees of Jenny and Coffee, while George did the same on Amber and Brownie, then led the two pair of ponies to be released into the Frolic Paddock.  

Jenny was not mentally ready for what she was about to see, Jenny until this week did not know about the existence of Ponygirls. In the Paddock it was the many of the same images Jenny saw on the Monitor for the last two days. But here it is real, there are about three dozen Ponygirls spread around the grassy fenced in paddock. Jenny sees Ponygirls in pairs kissing, groups rubbing each other and there are a few engaged openly in apparent mutual lesbian oral sexual activity.  

Jenny looks and notices how close Ponies Amber and Brownie are standing next to each other, beginning to snuggle against each other. They’re coming closer to Jenny and Pony Coffee is directly approaching with a questioning look? Jenny misunderstands this look, panics thinking oh god, they want me to be lesbian with them also, I got to get away. Gagged, without a voice how can I explain, say no? Jenny’s is again silently crying with tears as she trots away from them to an open area in the paddock with patch of dirt nearby. Jenny falls to her knees head down and continues to silently cry. 

Jenny senses then feels Pony Coffee on her knee’s beside her, Jenny thinks’ no-no it’s a friend I need now, not a sex partner, a friend, without my voice how can I tell you this?   

Jenny feels Pony Coffee’s breath on her left ear, Jenny’s mind and libido screams “please be a friend!” 

Coffee whispers in Jenny’s ear, “please Jenny let me be your friend.” Jenny shocked hearing Coffee’s whisper turns to face her; Jenny’s eyes are wide open with questions.  

Coffee nods yes, indicating yes I know you heard me. Jenny puts her head on Coffee’s shoulder as her tears flow. Coffee feels the wet tears on her bare shoulder and whispers now in Jenny’s right ear. ”Thank you Jenny we will be friends.” Jenny they have taken our voices, but not our whispers, you also will be able to whisper once the ball gag removed. Please keep it a secret, Ponygirls can whisper to each other.  

Jenny as my friend you should know my real, as these trainers call it my former human name, its Perlita Wilson. 

Jenny shot up! Looking at Perlita-Pony Coffee trying to will the fact that your husband Robert Wilson is looking for you! Jenny sees the patch of dirt, stands up and with the tip of her hoof draws and “R” Pony Coffee comes up and whispers in Jenny’s ear, “are you telling me something?”

Jenny nods yes! Pony Coffee whispers “R” Jenny rubs out the R and draws an “O” Pony Coffee whispers “O” Jenny again nods YES! 

At this time Ponies Amber and Brownie have jointed them, they wonder what is going on? 

Jenny rubs out the O and now draws a “B” Coffee whispers “B” then puts the three letters together whispers “R, O, B, ROB”

Pony Coffee and inner Perlita burst a Whisper of “ROBERT, My Fox?” Jenny is shaking her head yes-yes-yes. 

Pony Coffee puts it all together and whispers simple yes, no questions to Jenny. 

Pony Coffee’s Questions                                                              Pony Jenny’s answers

Whisper you know my Robert?                                                             Jenny nods yes.

Whisper you saw my Robert two Sunday’s ago, then I was taken?                     Jenny nods yes.

Whisper you saw him on the last Sunday train?                                          Jenny nods yes.

Whisper they took you from the same last Sunday train?                              Jenny nods yes.

Whisper was he looking for me?                                                          Jenny nods yes.

Whisper did he notice where you where taken off the train and will he find us?   Jenny with again tears nods yes-yes! 

The both of them have their faces on each other’s bare shoulder. With tears while leaning against each other they slowly drop to their knees. Pony Coffee whispers to Pony Jenny Thank you Jenny for this, we now have hope, Robert who is my husband and my prince of Foxes will find and rescue us all, from this Hell. 

Ponies Amber, Brownie overhearing the whispered news are now closely happily snuggling, rubbing together at this joyous news. Pony Coffee’s Husband Robert is coming; they have heard the love in Coffee’s whispers when she told them about him. That now in all their twenty years together when there were times when his best was not enough, he surprised her always managing somehow to do what was required. He must indeed be a special Husband, or as they now are starting to think of themselves as ponygirls, a very special Master. 

Across the paddock leaning on the fence watching, misinterpreting what they see, thinking the pairs are in foreplay as a prelude to sex, the Cowboy Boss says there you go George. See how quickly those two pair are ready for forced 69’s starting tonight, Amber, Brownie I noticed the signs you could have started a day or two ago. Where in my opinion it appears that old pony Coffee and young pony Jenny have chosen, at today at first sight accepted being ponygirl sex partners.  

George as you know converting them to accept their lesbian ponygirl nature is more easily done with a pre-chosen stable mate, they are clearly paired Amber, Brownie and Coffee, Jenny. Tonight we force partner these pairs, to help them along quickly into the second stage. With Ponygirl Oral Sex and bonding them emotionally by mid next week, completing stage two. Also I would not be surprised to be able to auction them at a good price together as a matched draft ponygirl team. Lastly George not a word about the forced 69’s until we have their faces into each other’s pussies tonight.   

The four ponies finished this training day in open high spirits, performing physically at a clearly higher level than they were before. Those around them could not help but notice, however starting with the Farm Cowboy Boss, down the staff ranks, they all misinterpreted. The staff rumor was out shortly before the evening feeding there was to be two pair Ponygirls in forced 69’s tonight and everyone who cared could see who they were to be. 

So, after the nightly feeding, watering and rub down routine, Ponies Coffee, Jenny were placed standing together, with Ponies Amber, Brownie the same in front of the stall three of the four ponies shared. Their blinders and bits, in Jenny’s case her ball gag were exchanged with a 0-ring bit in their mouths. The 0-ring bit was designed to hold their mouths open and forced them to stick their tongues through the 0-ring.  

The Boss stepped in front of them tonight I have orders for you, tonight you will learn to use your tongues to show how much you like your stall mate. Ponies stick your tongues out or feel the crop and shock. So, humiliated by how silly they look standing there, with their tongues out. The Boss repeats “This is part of your training, if at any time tonight you do not have your tongue out of your mouth communicating to your stall mate how much you like them, you both will feel pain.” 

We will begin; the four ponies next had a hood fitted over their heads, which the added eye patches to blind and the ear pads to add deafness to their being ponygirl mute. However their mouths were free of obstruction and any time they started or appeared not to have their tongues sticking fully out were whacked in pairs, which encouraged them to keep the tongue firmly struck out. Through all of this the two Pony pairs were kept close side by side closely touching each other, Coffee, Jenny and Amber, Brownie realized who it was clear will be their stall mate tonight and wondered for how long. Wondered what kind of training this sticking your tongue out was? Both pair wondering how they were to communicate with their tongues? 

Ponies Coffee, Jenny were taken side by side into the stall first, Pony Coffee was put down on her left side and soon felt Jenny placed on her left side beside her, front to front. Both of them realize that their heads are toward the hooves of the other, as they now think of their feet, on the straw covered stall floor. When either tongue are not sticking out of their mouths they both are reminded again with a whack of the riding crop, to bring out the tongues again. They then feel being tightly strapped together at their mid section; both feel the other’s breasts on their bare belly under their own breasts.  

It was with the next action it became clear to both of the ponies how the Boss wanted them to communicate with tongues. The Boss with Jenny’s head, Trainer George with Coffee’s Head at the same time buried their faces in the other’s pussy. Securing it there by a strap from the top of the hood to the bound behind the back arms that kept the head between the legs mouth centered over the other’s clitoris. To keep the mouth and face from turning away, they attached straps to both sides of the hood which wrapped around the leg of that side and back. With these three straps the head, mouth and face was centered for forced 69’s oral sex.  

The straps were just loose enough to allow free breathing and more importantly to allow a little movement to help them rub each other for sexual arousal. During the head placement, they both had withdrawn their tongues as far back into their mouths as they could; the Boss seeing this says to George; well I will fix that and again gave both Pony Coffee and Pony Jenny, a strong quick electric jolt. He was pleased to see after that electric jolt both tongues shot out further, firmer than before and start to tongue each other’s labial lips, the clitoris ring and clitoris. 

Inside the blind, silence of her hood what is happening with the dual persona’s of Pony Coffee-Human Perlita after realizing they have been ordered to perform lesbian oral sex; The dual persona in this body is at a loss, questions what do we do? The Coffee persona saying, we must endure for Robert is coming and he will find us. Both personas feel the electric jolt and felt Jenny has also been shocked. They do not want to be the cause of Jenny’s pain, especially since Jenny’s news renewed their rescue hopes. So, Perlita-Coffee sticks her tongue firmly out, with her tongue Perlita-Coffee feels Jenny’s clitoris ring, the labial lips and Jenny’s clitoris, along with surprising the sweet taste of Jenny. She now feels Jenny’s tongue exploring just like she did with the clitoris ring, the labial lips and clitoris. Jenny’s tongue in return first touching her clitoris feels good, then when Jenny’s second firmer tonguing touched her clitoris, the pleasurable memories of oral sex with Robert flood into her mind and in those overwhelming memories the human Perlita persona reacts by momentary assuming body control. During that few minutes which the human persona is in control, in the memories both Perlita and Coffee persona losses track of time, aware of only the memories of pleasurable oral sex with Robert. 

After a few minutes of that pleasurable awareness, that lost time, Perlita-Coffee finds that in those lost minutes she has sealed her lips around Jenny’s Clitoris hood. With the sucking and her tongue has pulled Jenny’s clitoris ring into her mouth. Coffee’s tongue is looped through the clitoral ring and is firmly tonguing Jenny’s clitoris, through this entire time Jenny tastes sweeter than before. Pony persona Coffee internally asks why? The inner human persona Perlita replies, because Jenny so reminded me of oral sex with Robert, concentrate on the pleasure that Jenny is giving us. Both personas realize our choice tonight is simple, do we accept pleasure and something more than friendship, or would do we choose to jointly suffer pain? The answer was clear, pleasure for pleasure and not pain for Coffee and Jenny. 

The personas united in their choice Pony Coffee started to suck on Jenny harder, Jenny’s clitoris reacted by expanding, enlarged in a Female erection response. The female clitoris has more nerve endings than the head of a male penis, which were being directly tongued and tugged by the ring in the base of Jenny’s Clitoris. Coffee at her bare belly could feel Jenny’s nipples harden and extend, poking her bare belly. As were her own nipples were now doing. Jenny responded was to repeat doing the same directly back to Coffee as her signal of agreement. Together they mutually headed together toward their arousal peak; they both started to rotate their hips in time together. 

Inside the blind, silence of her hood simultaneous what is happening with Jenny Carson after realizing they have been commanded to perform lesbian oral sex; Jenny has no real experience to cope with this circumstance. I’m not a virgin, since giving that away high school prom night and her one heterosexual oral sex experience was so bad I have not even been tempted to repeat. Jenny feels the painful electric jolt and feels the shaking of Coffee who also was shocked, I do not want that! Jenny firmly sticks out her tongue, the first thing she tastes how sweet Coffee is, as her tongue explores that sweetness feels Coffee’s clitoris ring, lips and clitoris itself. 

When Jenny’s tongue first touched Coffee’s clitoris, Jenny felt Coffee’s small shiver, Jenny firmly tongues Coffee’s clitoris a second time and the shiver, is now a racking one of Coffee’s entire body.  Thinking our choice tonight is pain together at the hands of those trainer bastards or pleasure with Robert’s wife who asked to be my friend? It was then Jenny felt Robert’s wife, Pony Coffee becoming active, thinking I know she is older-married and has more sexual experience but wonders as a Lesbian?  

As Jenny felt Coffee seal her lips around her clitoris and starts to suck on her, Jenny was sexually aroused in a way she never expected. Thinking “Oh God” what is this? Then Jenny felt Coffee loop her tongue around her clitoral ring and tug-pull it fully into her mouth, Jenny’s libido was taken to her next arousal level and she started to respond in kind. She also sealed her lips to Coffee clitoris and sucked in Coffee’s sweetness. Jenny looped her tongue around Coffee’s ring and drew it into her mouth. As she did these things, Jenny herself found in performing this lesbian oral sex adding to her arousal in a way the one time heterosexual sucking of a man’s dick had never done for her libido. Jenny unknowing was bursting through the barriers of Ponygirl Lesbian sex as if it was no more than a speed bump. This barrier being broken was confirmed when she started to tongue caress Coffee’s now enlarged female erect clitoris. Jenny felt Coffee suck at her clitoris harder, Jenny’s libido has never been this sexually engaged, thinking to herself, “Oh my God I am also having an erection, yes a female clitoral erection.” Jenny feels her and Coffee’s nipples standing hard poking each other’s bare bellies, which just makes their nipples harder.  

The tug on her clitoral ring and Coffee’s tongue caressing me back, confirms we are agreed, we choose pleasure, lesbian or not come what may. Jenny is rotating her hips in time with Coffee together heading to their arousal peak, the final climax and the bound forced closeness during the afterglow. 

As the Cowboy Boss and Trainer George observe Ponies Coffee, Jenny quickly turn Lesbian to them in record time. Damn! The Cowboy Boss reacts, which because of the hoods, the ponies cannot see or hear them standing there in the stall. George, I admit I did not expect this, it’s like for them there was no lesbian sex barriers. 

Trainer George agrees: Boss you are right, I have in all my years as a groom and Trainer never seen the Ponygirl Sex Barrier treated like a speed bump. Well Boss time to 69 and get Ponies Amber and Brownie also pony girl lesbian. 

So, with Ponies Amber, Brownie on their right sides, head to hooves, faces in the other pussy, strapped tightly together, mouths Centered on the clitoris and tongues sticking out. Again after a quick jolt of electricity not as fast reacting but soon Ponies Amber and Brownie were as 69 lesbian as Ponies Coffee and Jenny. 

There was one factor the Boss and George did not know about these two Latina girl friends being Ponygirl trained, was as children they enjoyed touching, playing each other’s bodies. Only when they started to develop their female parts did the families step in and forbid such body touching and play between them. Amber and Brownie never understood why and now again they were being allowed to touch, play with the others body. At first this way of play was strange, but it feels so good to touch and be kissed on their lower lips and clitoris. As they started their paired cycle of arousal, sexual peaking and the final climax. Followed by the bound forced closeness during the afterglow.  

Throughout this night, the Pony pairs repeated the cycle of arousal, pushing each other to the levels of sexual peaks, the final climax and the soft sharing of the afterglow. A nap to recover, to wake up or be awoken to begin the sexual cycle all over again. 

The number of cycles does not matter only that these paired physically complete stage one ponygirls, now stage two sexually bonding ponygirls as future days and nights will prove. 

This same night and morning to the north, Robert Wilson is deep a sleep in a wet dream, only his libido aware that he is stoking-masturbating himself to multiple ejaculations and climaxes. Deep a sleep in the wet dream of his firm penis in Coffee’s mouth, the results which he will discover upon awakening.    
 

End Part three Barriers Broken, Bonding Formed

Sub story Life accepts Change