The Involuntary Master & Ponygirls Series
Volume 1
by R.W.
Lewis
@ebook digital November 2009
- not for sale, distribution, provided as a preview fansub to Sir Jeff’s
Ponygirls {subject to editing by Sir Jeff}
without the author's permission.
Author invitation to illustrators’ artists for collaboration on this
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“When
you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on. And swing!”
-quote by Leo Buscaglia
Volume 1 Ending Part Six Bounty Hunting
Sub story Collateral
Justice
There are three Pony Farm
staff employees at the storage building, two grooms and one Trainer
that the Boss has assigned them to off load this week’s
Friday supply delivery. They are first curious, who the black caped
and suited teamster who is driving the buckboard. When the Boss told
them Trainer George and Groom Miguel where assigned to pick up the supplies.
Further, the three members of the staff
have never seen such pair of draft
ponygirl animals perform at such a high level
as this draft pair are now doing. The three
farm staff recognize the draft pair as the one’s their
Farm Boss was just training this last
week, the new Ponies Coffee and Jenny.
The staff watching them approach was like watching
a pair of show ponies doing dressage, not just
plain draft animals. While pulling the loaded wagon instead of dragging
their hooves, heads downcast in labor. This pair of ponygirls
were in a high stepping synchronized right hoof-left hoof
slow effortless appearing trot, prefect posture
with solid level shoulders, two pair of breasts pointed front and forward.
All heads up and bar bitted true smiles radiating joy at being driven
by the dark suited, caped teamster in whose hands were their reins.
So enamored by
this rare draft livestock dressage
show, Robert is able to drive right up to have the three
staff members closely positioned to the
right of the bench of the buckboard. They hear him, as
they see him lightly pull back on the reins, commanding the
draft team, halt-halt my “Girls”, please stay calm and still no
matter what you are about to hear and see.
Robert wraps the reins around
and sets the break lever to his left picks up his walking stick with
his left hand after twisting the sword release and
draws his right hand inside the cape.The man with the Collar I.D. Trainer
Bob steps up and asks where is George and Miguel and what the hell are
you doing driving our livestock? With the two grooms a half step behind
him on both sides.
(Robert) Well George and Miguel
had something unexpected occur and I must correct you, those pair of
Girls are not your livestock. I do have a question
for you, were any of you involved with the taking of Pony Coffee here
off the train? The Groom whose Collar I.D. was
Groom Juan, answered yes I was, she really looks, works real good
being old as she is.Trainer Bob demands what do you mean those ponies
are not our livestock, our merchandise?
Robert as he begins to stand
up answers, Pony Coffee’s human name
was Perlita Wilson, I am Robert Wilson her legal husband, you are kidnapers,
you mutilate, you assault and to use your terms,
are Rustlers. Under the old code of the West, I, Pony Coffee’s legal
Master who you just admitted rustling
find you guilty and may god have mercy on your souls.
Robert in motion as he spoke,
jumped on Trainer Bob with both feet knocking him back and down shunned.
As Robert rode Bob’s chest down with his short sword free, he stabbed
Juan on the left side puncturing two chambers of Juan’s heart. The
remaining groom on the right he subdued with the ASP baton in his right
hand. Before Trainer Bob could react, he too was quickly stabbed twice
first in the voice box at the throat, then in the
chest which cut the main right artery
to his heart.
The ASP subdued groom as he
attempted to scream, found his voice box
also punctured by Robert’s short
sword. The entire takedown lasted less than
twelve seconds, the dying 3 minutes more
hurried along when Robert using the arches of his high heeled
Victorian ankle boots to step on and
crush the three wind pipes through it all
his “Girl’s” remained calm and still, hearing but not seeing the
action behind them.
While Master Robert dragged the three bodies out of sight into the storage building, Pony Coffee whispered as best she could with the control bit in her mouth her the human memory about Master Robert and his service in the army, before they were married,
“Pony
Jenny Master was in the army, Perlita did not believe
when Master Robert told her he had
army special combat training, I do.”
Robert assessing five down
only ten to go I hope, time for the Main Building this
time of morning likely the staff of two
there and the longer I can delay using my pistol, the longer I have
tactical surprise.
He then
unharnessed his Girls from the buckboard;
telling them from here on, I want you
to be able to take cover, too bad I cannot for cover reasons
now free your arms. Once free of the buckboard, Robert removed the shock
collars, wondering how I missed that
earlier which left their mouth bits
or their rings the only places left to attach a lead leash. He then
walked them to the Main House, Leashes attached to their bits
seeing chairs on the front porch he ignored the hitching post for livestock.
Pony Coffee and Pony Jenny at first balked at being led up the
porch stairs, but he firmly ordered them up the stairs and you are to
sit in the porch chairs until I return. They for the first time in days
sat down in a chair, as they watched their Master enter the front door
of the Main House.
Inside
straight ahead was a hall leading to the back of the House,
to his left there was the stairs to the
second story and to the right, across from the stairs was a double door,
one of the doors was open and he could see a person sitting behind a
desk working.
He arranged the cape to cover
his right side and his right hand that now had one of his combat knives.
Robert walked into the room which is used as an office silently closing
the door behind him. The man, who looked the part of an accountant at
the desk looked up, asked who are you and what do you want.Robert replied
I am here for information about the
Auction and get a possible presale inspection of what being sold. What
is the normal gross for your Auction
sales?
The man at the desk says about
25 to 35 million gross, this auction should clear
50 million with the full quality inventory available, but still who
are you? (Robert replies) What of you you’re the first one here, I
have seen that does not have a Collar? Is that because you do not have
anything to do with the livestock?
The
accountant answers, I do the entire Farm’s
administrative paperwork. I am allowed the use of the livestock from
time to time; right now I will get to play with two new
ponies after they are finished with the third stage final
conditioning mental reprogramming this week. Again
I ask who are you? I am Master Fox, in
a deadly calm reply, here to reclaim what was mine that your Pony Training
Factory Farm stole, unfortunately for you
to keep and protect what is mine, you must die. During this statement
Robert closed the distance between them
and muffling the startled paper shuffler’s mouth with his left hand
after dropping his walking sword stick, stabbed the man with an upward
thrust of the army combat knife in
his right hand just below the sternum,
puncturing a lung and a pumping chamber of the heart.
As he was arranging the body
to appear to be sleeping at the desk he heard
noise of someone coming down the stairs on the other side of the office
double doors. Robert took position so as to be able to move opposite
which of the double doors opened, as he picked up the walking stick
sword. When the door started to open he moved and seeing
the figure of a female staff member
enter he used the walking stick sword
as a cub bringing it down hard on the back of her head knocking her
down and out. Using some more of his tie wraps, one of the ball gags
to bind her and noted her I.D. Collar Trainer Linda, leaving her on
the floor has he searched the rest of the
main house. In the kitchen he added the
Pony Farm’s cook to the body count, which presently stands at 7 killed,
1 captured.
Returning to the front door,
at the front door on the other side
Master Fox hears angry voices, demanding why
are you ponies are sitting on the porch and not tied to the hitching
post? Robert opens the front door stepping out on the porch
and see’s four men whose collars I.D.’s them as two grooms and two
trainers. Robert loudly announcing they are where, I their Master ordered
them to be, since I do not see a Master’s Collar among you they will
remain seated.
One of the
bolder Trainers said wait that’s the Old Pony Coffee and
new Pony Jenny the Farm Boss himself
is training them. They have no Master yet, guys we have a real Rustler
here. You know what we do to Rustlers here in the
West. The other three voice their agreement yes let’s hang him, kill
the Rustler! The four Pony Farm Staff are surprised that the
caped, black suited Rustler smiles in response to their threats, replying
I am glad we all agree Rustlers must die, just that I’m not the
Rustler you four are. Pony Coffee’s human name
was Perlita Wilson. Robert is interrupted by the same
bold trainer, saying so what, we took her
transformed her into a ponygirl. Sure,
we did it, the surgery, the training and the shock treatment which means
because of our investment she is our
livestock now. Plus HA-HA! There are four of us and only one of you.
(Robert replies)
Well that does not leave me much choice,
to finish my sentence, the reason I am Pony Coffee’s Master, is that
she has been mine for over twenty years, I am her husband Robert Wilson
and the only one, as he pulls out his pistol,
here armed. The four men not expecting an armed rescuer
freeze and die, as four shots in quick secession
ring across the Pony Farm complex.
Pony Coffee and Pony Jenny now have
directly witnessed what their Master
Robert is prepared to do to protect them and free the others trapped
here. The staff body count now stands at 11
killed and 1 captured.
Robert as Master Fox, in short
order poses the four bodies in the chairs on the
main house porch, then steps inside and
shortly returns carrying, a now stripped
nude Trainer Linda over his shoulders,
in a fireman’s carry. Master Fox
picks up the Girls leashes commanding them
firmly to come as he walks them across the complex to the
Farm clinic.
In the main stable, the indoor
training center, the Clinic, farm Smithy and
one paddock the four shots have been heard,
the remaining six permanent employees, the Boss, the Vet,
the black smith, a trainer and two grooms
since the shots happened in such a short burst, they
assume it’s one of those illegal hunters they have
on the property from time to time.
As for the over three dozen Ponygirls
in training who the longest has been on the farm for 5 months,
the shots are the first they have heard and begin to wonder if there
is something going on.
At the entry of the clinic
Robert asks his Girls to wait outside, draping
and not tying their leashes over the
clinic hitch bar. He enters the clinic with the still
unconscious nude Trainer Linda over his shoulders.
Mr. Vet and his tailed ponygirl nurse aid in white do not know what
to make of the black cape and suited person with
a nude Trainer Linda over his shoulders. Robert puts
Trainer Linda down on a surgery table
and tells the Vet here’s a priority
ASAP, right now pony operation for you.
Mr. Vet says but that’s Trainer Linda! Robert replies I’m a special visitor a Master that has an interest in this one, to be settled soon. Have you not used, or operated in the past on staff as source transformation material?
Well, for my own reasons I
think Trainer Linda would make a fine Ponygirl
for me to personally train. So, Vet do what you do best,
knock her out, mute and ring her, to
process Trainer Linda to become Ponygirl Linda, as she has done to others.
The pony nurse in white uniform with a tail
without awaiting Vet orders injects the sedative, to which Mr. Vet tells
her thank you my very efficient pony nurse; prepare the instruments
we will have to eat a late lunch if we eat it at all
today. Robert then thanks the Vet and I will check in later
this afternoon and by the way what
were those shots?
Mr. Vet replies sometimes
we get an illegal hunter but the sheriff,
along with one of his deputies should be along
shortly to handle it. Robert exits the clinic leaving Trainer Linda
to become muted and ringed, as her first step to becoming a Ponygirl.
Wondering is this justice, turning her into likely what she has forced
others to become? Am I really going to train her,
asking himself again, is this justice?
To Ponygirl Coffee, Perlita’s human memory of how Master Fox would look when he had done something he really did not want to do, Master Fox had that same look right now. When he looked into her eyes she saw that he knew what she was thinking, Master Fox voiced what he just ordered done to Trainer Linda, the same process she had done to others, asking if both his Girls thought a is this justice?
His Girls could only give
him the quizzical look of how could
they know but you are our Master now,
your will is our will, as they came and stood close
snuggling him and he put his arms around both of them and gave them
a hug.
He then looked out over the
complex paused to plan out the next move,
seeing the operating Smithy he started toward that
Smithy. The Blacksmith working in side stepped out and
asked as they approached what’s wrong one of the ponies threw a shoe?
Who are you? Robert twisted the sword release on the walking stick and
without a word in one smooth motion drew the sword and
punctured the blacksmith’s voice box at the throat. Then with the
Blacksmith falling on his back into the smithy Robert stepped on the
blacksmith’s throat, crushing his
lynx and wind pipe. They then backed out of the smithy closing the doors
behind them. The staff body count is
now 12 killed, 1 captured.
Master
Fox then led his ponies toward the Main Stable, passing quickly the
Indoor Training Center Building windows.
As they passed the Training Center, they spotted the Boss,
one groom with their attention on the
six ponies on the treadmills. They entered the main stable
finding the ponies for those staff
he had accounted for in their stalls,
close to thirty of them. Looking around they came across
one of the grooms, again the groom did not realize death had come for
him, which cleared the Main stable. The Ponygirls that witnessed that’s
groom’s death were now huddled back in their stalls
scared and whispered the warning to each other
that death himself, for that is what the Black formal suited and caped
Wilson, Robert as Master Fox appears to them,
has come to the Ponygirl Factory Training Farm.
It was then the
other ponies noticed in amazement that
there was the older Ponygirl Coffee and
the newest Ponygirl Jenny close by the side of that black suited figure
without fear. In the tack room Robert found plain Ponygirl collars without
the shock feature; he removed their head
blinder and bit harness, the binding gloves
that pinned their arms, as their forearms dropped
useless to their sides, because of
being pinned for so long it would be minutes before they could again
move them. Robert placed plain tack
collars with a lead ring on them with
short one meter leash, he let loosely hang. He then asked them to circulate
and whisper to the other Ponygirls they were in no danger from their
Master. Just ask them to stay out of the way for it
likely will be over shortly after lunch.
One of the items of information
Robert picked up earlier from the administrator/accountant’s
desk in the Main House Office was both rosters for the Ponygirls and
staff employees. A review showed all but
five ponies accounted for, including the six in
the training center and that only the Boss, Mr. Vet,
a Trainer and a groom were left to deal with, along with the
unlisted local brought and paid for
outside sheriff security. Who per the Vet will be responding to the
sound of his four shots. Shorty before
the mid day lunch break a hungry trainer brought
three of the five unaccounted for ponies into the Main Stable. The Trainer
was doing Show Pony training dressage with them and was in a hurry to
eat lunch, which enabled Robert to quickly add him to the
body count.
With Coffee and Jenny circulating among the ponygirl livestock, informing them that they are in no danger from their Master Fox. That he is here not only to reclaim us, but free you. Many ask what being free means to a Ponygirl? Are we not just livestock created to serve a Master? To which Coffee and Jenny being now Ponygirls themselves, conditioned by the same shock programming had no answer. All they could do for now is repeat,
“You are
not in any danger from my Master Robert the Fox, it will all be over
soon.”
In the training Center,
the Cowboy Boss, the Boss of the this Pony Farm is feeling uneasy,
there is something about this Friday, something about the Farm that
does not feel right. He first noticed this
feeling right after the burst of four shots; he tried to dismiss them
as another illegal hunter nearby if not on the Pony Farm property. He
of course has made a call to Captain Heinz, their local pet, brought
and paid for sheriff, requesting that the Captain
come out and look into those gun shots.
The Captain never to miss
a chance to visit the Farm and have a personal sex play secession with
a Ponygirl or two will be along around
the mid day break. Which will be soon, as
the Cowboy Boss turns to standing down the three ponies on treadmills
he was monitoring and correcting. Once prepared with the hobble spreader
bar at the knees and leashed, the Boss hands the three ponies over to
the groom telling the groom return these
six to the Stable for the mid day watering and snack, see you in the
lunch room up at the main house in a few minutes.
The Boss has just sent another
one of the Farm’s staff to join the others, the Cowboy Boss,
the Pony Factory Training Farm Boss, responsible for the kidnapping,
mutilation, rape, enslavement, human trafficking and brainwashing of
a few hundred girls the last seven years here at this Farm
is soon to be alone facing judgment, justice.
It is the mid day break time on the Pony Farm; Robert just has added another of the staff to the body count which stands at 15 killed and 1 captured.
Only the Boss, Mr. Vet of
the Pony Farm Staff and whatever local law enforcement in the pocket
of this Farm is left before it will be
finished, for the ponygirl nurse aid does not count as staff, but as
another victim.
Robert exchanges the clip
of three remaining rounds of his M1911A1 hand pistol,
now with one in the chamber and a full seven round clip has 8 rounds
to expend, which Robert expects will have to be used and that one round
may make the difference.
The Boss after exiting the
Training Center looks toward the Main House where the staff
dining room is, seeing four of the staff sitting on the front porch
assumes that cook has not started to serve
lunch decides to check on Mr. Vet.
He walks the short distance to the Clinic on this
side of the complex and walks in on Mr. Vet as he is inserting the clitoris
ring and about finished in record time on a Ponygirl operation.
The Boss first thinks, must
be another staff member acquired local girl. That makes three total
in the last three weeks which could draw
to the Ponygirl Factory unwanted attention. At least gives me something
more to discuss with Captain Heinz, how much
and how often we can round up livestock
locally.
Mr. Vet says please tell the
cook I will be only a few minutes late, was able to do this one in record
time, the vocal cords are cut, so she been muted and just finished with
the rings. Subject should wake up around dusk and
being who this subject is, you will
be able to skip the Ponygirl Monitor exposure,
and that Master will be able to start training after only one day of
recovery.
The Boss was about to ask why skip the mental monitor image shock step, when he spotted the neck I.D. Collar Trainer Linda. Exclaiming that’s Trainer Linda!
The Boss demands,
Mr. Vet who had you do the Ponygirl operation on Trainer Linda?
Mr. Vet replies why the Master
who brought her in, wait come to think of it, he did not say? That Master
only said that he then his reasons. That he had
known about in the past we have transformed staff. That was
enough for me to turn Linda into a ponygirls. After
all, the entire Farm staff knows we
sold a young groom or two as donkeys
for a price in the past, why is this female any different?
Just what did this Master look like, the Boss
demands?
Mr. Vet as he is finishing
up the Linda pony operation gives a full description, adding the comment
this Ponygirl Master looked like a
Noble Victorian Gentleman right out of history,
he not only acted in a manner, but looked as if he
was a Ponygirl Master. Gave me no reason to doubt what he said.
So,
Mr. Vet asks, Boss what about Linda?
The Boss replied, what do you think,
now that she is muted, as a Trainer she
is finished, where muted and ringed
she has value as a Ponygirl. Who knows that Master maybe real, at the
worst we just may get her pre-sold at the auction next week for delivery
after training, so take her to the stable, have her outfitted in
ponygirl tack and put in a stall when done. Report back to me after
you are done. With that the Boss left
the Clinic with his uneasy feeling growing by the second.
Captain Heinz first cursed
his assignment to this remote posting by the
sitting County Sheriff after being passed over for promotion in favor
of a politically connected contributor to the
reelection campaign a little over five years ago. Now as he was driving
with Sgt. Lewis who he introduced to the perks of providing outside
security to a Ponygirl Production Farm under a year ago, he blessed
his luck. Now he made small regular donations to the County Sheriff’s
campaigns to ensure he would not be transferred from this posting. It
was not the cash from the Farm that provided him an off the books
owned by a shell corporation multi-million dollar
home on the coast, or all the other material property with a sizable
offshore seven digit bank account. It was these regular visits to the
Pony Farm and the free sex secessions with the fresh
ponygirl livestock he prized most of all.
Knowing when the time to retire he would find and buy a small
private island so he could keep a rotating
ponygirl herd of three to five of his own.
So, thank you illegal hunter
for giving me a reason to visit the farm today.
After next week there is a scheduled Auction. The Farm will have a lot
of livestock to choose from and enjoy
today. Sgt. Lewis is in for a first time
perk of this posting, as they turn up the entry road, over
the low rise and drive down into the
Farm complex.
The Boss from the front of
the Clinic spots the dust trail of the plain unmarked car coming down
the entry road, must be Captain Heinz, hope he brought that Sgt. Lewis
he said was needed for proper outside security, raising the cost of
that service. Well today they will fully earn what I pay them. With
this unknown Master loose and those four shots heard earlier means the
staff likely has been involuntarily
reduced. He has not dreamed what has happened and what is about to happen.
In the Main Stable, Robert
has cracked open one of the doors enough to get a peek outside, he sees
the Boss appear to be looking toward the road, like someone is coming.
Instinctively, Robert feels the moment which will decide whether he
has been successful, that he, his ponygirls Pony
Coffee and Pony Jenny will have a future together.
A future he did not
seek a future that was chosen not only
for him alone. But this chosen future is now shared by one who once
was his human wife, one who was once a
future late college coed, both now his
“Girls”, his Ponygirl Harem. The alternative of failure only offers’
his “Girls” a future of slavery and pain, which is why Master
Robert the Prince of Foxes will not fail,
he has the most powerful human motivation driving him;
“Ponygirl Master Robert the Fox has not one, but two living Treasures to protect.”
Robert
Wilson is a person who takes his relationships and obligations
seriously, during the Ceremony this morning
when he took his “Girls” nose rings into his hands to lead them.
To him this obligation as their Master was to lead them safely and protect
them. They are now at his sides,
Pony Coffee on his right, Pony Jenny to his left.
He puts his arms around them and hugs them both
tight; with their arms now free they
now having regained enough control of their forearms
to return the hug holding him as tightly as they can. With tears he
kisses them both softly on the lips.
Then says, Coffee I vowed to Love you for better or worse, Jenny I ask
your forgiveness for my harsh words about
this judgment you did not deserve and hope you will make a place in
your heart for me. Now as he releases them, gently pushing them away,
telling them, my “Girls” your Master Fox asks you to stay out of
the way, do what you think best to stay safe and the two of you do whatever
you can to remain together.
Robert saw the unmarked car
park in front of the Main House porch and the Cowboy Boss of the Farm
move quickly across the complex to greet who was in that car.
Robert armed himself with his walking stick sword ready to be drawn
and with the cape covering his right side, his M1911A1 U.S. Army service
pistol concealed in his right hand, before he pushed the door open to
step into the moment of decision.
In his right ear was whispered,
“I who was once Perlita your human
wife, now your Ponygirl Coffee ask only that my
true Master Robert my Prince of Foxes please return so I may serve and
Love.”
In his left ear was whispered,
“I Ponygirl Jenny forgive your words Master
Robert, please return for you have a place in my heart to fill.”
Robert as
Master Fox stepping out into the moment of decision, felt kisses on
both his cheeks and in that instant called on
all the combined powers, those he found in the void, the motivation
to protect these two living treasures and now the force of two ponygirls
love for their chosen true Master, he now had supporting him. Doing
not only his best, but what is required.
The dust raised by the car
concealed Master Fox’s exit from the stable,
not that it mattered for the two sheriffs’ and the
Farm Boss were not looking in that direction.
The Cowboy Boss of the Farm greeted Captain Heinz telling him, I think we have more than an illegal hunter today. The Captain replied, well you now have two armed sheriffs and I do not think it’s anything we cannot handle, after all even criminals do not mess with law enforcement officers when they can avoid it, brings so much trouble in response. Sgt. Lewis on the porch side of the car has gotten out, walked up the stairs onto the porch while saying hello to the staff seated there and getting no hello in return really looks and calls out;
“CAPTAIN,
COWBOY BOSS YOU NEED TO LOOK AT THIS!”
Sgt. Lewis is joined on the
porch and as the Captain and the Cowboy
Boss stare at the four bodies seated
in front of them; behind Master Fox crosses the open space to a position
to the rear of the car with a clear line of sight to Sgt. Lewis on the
right, Captain Heinz in the middle and the Boss on the left in front
of him with no cover, whereas he can duck down behind the car for cover.
The Boss is first to speak,
four bodies-four shots a short time
ago and thought it was an illegal hunter.
Captain Heinz says from the dried blood and the color of the bodies
I guess 1-2 hours at the most. Sgt. Lewis
says who would have thought a serial killer out here, this is not an
illegal Hunter.
When from behind them the
voice of death spoke, “You are right, a Hunter yes, but not illegal”
Sgt. Lewis instantly grabbed
for his service revolver holstered on his right side,
pivoting fully around to his right, as he did so three shots rang out,
two of the three hitting Sgt. Lewis the impact of two .45 caliber slugs
at close range knocking back onto one the body occupied chairs
killing him.
Captain Heinz trapped with
a gunman behind, a body seated to his front and two live ones to each
side all he could do is drop down onto the porch, he pulled his service
revolver and fired blind behind in the direction of the voice
emptying his revolver. In which one of the wild shots grazed the gunman’s
left arm. Three more shots came from the gunman during
Heinz’s blind fire one of three hit home.
Captain Heinz was out of luck
the .45 caliber round entered his head from the right temple and exited
above the left ear, blowing a hole through the Captain’s brain, killing
him instantly. The Captain’s gun arm jerked as the brain was destroyed
throwing the empty service revolver toward the
Farm Boss.
The
Farm Boss reacting to Sgt. Lewis movement pitched himself to the floor
of the porch to the opening on his left.
From there he saw the Sergeant get hit, fall and
stop moving. Next he saw the Captain’s
Heinz head nearly blown off. Then the Captain’s service revolver landed
right next to his hand, he could clearly see the
gunman, he had a clear shot and saw blood on
the gunman’s left arm.
The Boss grabbed the revolver
at his hand raised aimed and thought at this distance I will not miss.
He pulled the trigger, just as the seventh shot from the gunman slammed
into his chest, knocking him back to a sitting upright position on the
porch.
The Boss
next felt the revolver kicked from his hand, as he looked up at the
black figure standing on the porch in front of him. The Boss saw Mr.
Vet was right, he’s right from a movie, or central casting that called
for an 1890 Victorian Noble Gentleman, right down to the white silk
cravat, a True Ponygirl Master. The Cowboy, with the I.D.
Collar “The Boss” cloaked out the question,
“Who are you?”
The Victorian
Noble Ponygirl Master replied with one word, as he raised his pistol
and before using his 8th round, the last in
the chamber, “Justice.”
It was done, Master
Robert the Fox became simply the man
Robert Wilson again. He was sick with
the killing he had done. Turning and holding onto the porch railing,
leaning over the railing he vomited out what little contents were in
his stomach. Robert next reloaded the pistol with a fresh 7 round clip,
hoping asking, please God! No More!
He then started to
shake as he walked back to the Main Stable, half way across the open
area he heard the screams of a man, screams that sounded like
that man was being ripped apart alive. Robert in a lurching run
revealing his exhaustion headed to the
open Main Stable door.
Pony
Coffee, Pony Jenny after kissing their Master watch from the open Stable
door, as the gun fight begins outside, behind them
the voice of Mr. Vet they hear yelling,
“What the Hell, What is going on?”
For Mr. Vet can see what is happening outside through the open stable
door.
Seeing Mr. Vet holding his
latest nude, mutilation ringed ponygirl
surgery victim and alone, Pony Coffee and
Pony Jenny are filled with a rage that no human female will
ever know or understand. There is the man who took their voices, the
man who mutilated them with rings the man which started the destruction
of their humanity. There stands the one who physically opened the
door to Ponygirl Hell. Which they still
would be in, were it not for the lone
Master outside fighting to protect them from
that Ponygirl Hell with his very life.
Jenny spots
a hay pitch fork used to clean out the stalls and grabs it, Coffee
sees a rake hanging on the post just outside the
one of the stalls, she steps to the post and grabs the
rake. Mr. Vet confronted by the two enraged Ponygirls who were
among his recent surgery victims drops the nude, muted and ringed Linda
to run.
Only to find his escape is
blocked by his other ponygirl surgery
victims in that main stable, yes their arms are pinned behind them,
but like real horses these Ponygirls have
metal shoe hooves that can be used as weapons. Mr. Vet is soon kicked
to the ground and is in the process of being
slowly, painfully kicked, stomped to death and nothing in this world
is going to stop this herd of enraged
surgery victim ponygirls from claiming his life in revenge.
Where it not for Pony Coffee and Pony Jenny when the other Ponygirls saw the I.D. Collar on Trainer Linda on the stable floor nude where she was dropped, it did not matter to this herd if she also was a ponygirl surgery victim. Once they recognized her as Trainer Linda the herd also wanted her life. Pony Coffee and Pony Jenny seeing the fresh mutilation rings, knowing it was their Master instead of killing this trainer, like the others he instead placed her in the hands of Mr. Vet asking them earlier was this justice? Their rage was replaced with pity, yes this was justice only if Linda lived as a ponygirl and clearly their Master wanted Trainer Linda to live.
That alone was reason enough
for Coffee and Jenny to protect this newly processed
ponygirl. But as the herd of Ponygirls gathered around them seeking
the death of the former Trainer Linda and who
did not care if she was now to become a
ponygirl, the herd whispered we want her life now their whispers of
rage hissed!
Robert reached the open stable
door leans against it to catch his breath, his damaged heart, and body
at its physical limit he is a few minutes away from collapsing due to
exhaustion. There are two groups of encircling Ponygirls the smaller
group in the back is breaking up and joining the one closer to him,
for the man’s death screams have stopped, for
remaining there is only a lump of broken bones and
pile of bloody flesh.
The nearby group is shaped
like a donut, where is a clear hole and there he is proud to see his
“Girls” protecting ex-trainer Linda who now
will be ponygirl Linda, his “Girls” understand the concept of justice
and just killing Trainer Linda out of hand for revenge, is not justice.
Robert draws the pistol points
it to the ground outside and pulls the trigger, the lone shot induces
silence into which he speaks. As he shaky step by shaky step, walks
toward the center of the parting herd of
ponygirls. Stating; “It is over, all the trainers, grooms, the
staff of this Factory ponygirl farm have been judged and sentence carried
out! You are all now free Ponygirls! Earlier you asked my Girls, Pony
Coffee and Pony Jenny what freedom means to a
Ponygirl.” Robert raised his arms
under which his “Girls” came to help him stand.
“Freedom for a Ponygirl
means you choose your Master! Why let yourself be sold to a stranger
who could care less about you, who only sees you as property.
Instead do what my Ponygirls, my “Girls” were free to
do; they choose me to be their Master.
Today you witnessed what a Master who
cherishes his “Girls”, views them as
living treasures to be protected, not
just property to be abused. As for the Trainer Linda, her sentence
is to experience what she helped put you through, you want to kill her
that’s revenge, make her live as you
now have to live, as a Ponygirl that is
Justice.”
Then
he asked; please my “girls” help me walk over to the buckboard and
with Coffee under his right arm supporting, Jenny under his left
arm supporting they helped him to the buckboard across
compound where they left it. Leaving Linda, the last victim of Mr. Vet
and this farm where she laid, alone
on the stable floor where the herd of
ponygirls retreated and left her undisturbed.
At the buckboard, Robert as he sat down against one of the wheels asked Coffee please find the box with the blankets and use one to cover Linda. Jenny please fletch us all some of the bottled water I do need a drink.
Robert
after a drink of water, at last was able to call FBI Special Agent in
Charge (SAC) of human trafficking,
Kathryn Fortuna, hello SAC Fortuna yes this is Robert Wilson.
FBI SAC Kathryn Fortuna was
not prepared for what Robert Wilson was about to say next.
SAC Fortuna I require your assistance, well
five kilometers east on a dirt road, the only road east from the Olivine
Track Siding of the Amtrak, between Oceanside station to the north and
Solana Beach station to the south there is the Pony
Girl Training Factory Farm. Yes-Yes the one that the FBI never could
confirm. Require medical assistance for
forty Ponygirls, yes 4-0 girls who are now Ponygirls.
Also a full CSI crime site investigation team,
better bring two CSI and busses for
nineteen bodies, yes the body count
is 1-9 bodies. Recommend keep the local county sheriff in the dark out
of the loop. Two of the bodies are county sheriffs, both dirty as they
say in the movies, a Captain Heinz,
commander of this sheriff’s division and a Sgt. Lewis there maybe
others.
Last I intend to claim all
rewards, recognized there are girls here that have a posted rewards
if found, well I found them and any assets the government seizes as
profit produced from a result of criminal activities I will claim the
customary 20% finder’s fee. Captain Heinz
alone likely to have many assets with
a sizable offshore bank account, and SAC Fortuna once you are here the
records show there is a Auction Scheduled for next week,
Auction gross is 25 to 40 million dollars, there is a
chance to sting some buyers of livestock, human traffickers with a undercover
auction. Ok, going nowhere, will nap until you get here, hope before
dinner time remember have about forty
Ponygirls that require care and yes there is only me,
my “Girls” Pony Coffee and Pony Jenny.
Thank you for asking, I just
have a gunshot graze on my left arm,
more upset that my prized Victorian suit
and flock coat will require repair
both Perlita Wilson my wife and Amtrak
Conductor Jenny Carson are now Ponygirls, sorry you cannot speak with
them now, this Farm first ponygirl procedure was to
operate and mute them. Again thank you, we
three will manage, after all the vows were
“for better or worse,” and appears
Ponies Coffee and Jenny are yuri bonding,
no, suggest you look the meaning up in the
dictionary. Ok hope to see you and your
FBI squad shortly.
My
“Girls” to ponies Coffee and Jenny please
whisper around there are still two ponies not accounted,
their names are Amber and Brownie.
To which they whisper back we know them, for they shared our stall,
they are now in that small building on the east edge of this complex,
finishing the same final conditioning and programming we experienced.
Robert asks should we get them out?
They both whispered, Master
likely they are conditioned already,
they were close friends before they were here,
better leave them be, to lessen the mental shock until later this afternoon
then it will be safe, to pull them out.
Robert then asked;
So, what do my “Girls” think about making this
place the Rancho Wilson de Pacifica, our four cats would love it here
and with some remodeling make a great
retirement home for a Master with two Ponygirls.
Please think about it, right now your Master needs a nap, who
volunteers the first pillow lap duty for the next hour?
Both immediately volunteer Master replies sorry,
Pony Jenny as former wife and now senior ponygirl
Pony Coffee’s lap is first hour, but tell you
what Pony Jenny, you instead take the blanket to cover the new ponygirl
Linda. Then please go get enough granola for all
three of us. If you want feed granola to
your Master by hand please feel free to do so Jenny.
Coffee your lap please, I am going to stop talking now,
and Master Robert was soon head on Pony Coffee’s lap
asleep.
Coffee watched as Jenny trotted
off, happy to be given a task to perform by their
Master. She looked down on Master Robert’s head in her lap
sleeping, thinking how as wife Perlita would have never addressed him
as Master, or Robert-sama. As I now
always will, especially after today. Today my Master
made a new beginning, starting when I heard your voice ordering that
monster trainer stop beating us, following up
with that simple ceremony. To calm and distract us when you
first killed for not only me, but Jenny and for all the others here.
You surprised me when you drove us back here, the way you were a perfect
teamster, making our own new memories, new ones apart from the ones
Perlita gave me. Again just for us you
again instead of only doing your best, you did what was required.
I saw when you drove us in, we were just like a pair of show ponies
doing dressage, saw it in the eyes of the three when we as you said
smiling, we go in the front door, let’s put on a
real show. How Master you confided in us after what you had sentenced
Trainer Linda, to be a ponygirl. Then just now I heard the pride in
your voice you had for us, always calling us your
“Girls.” Not your Ponygirls, or just your ponies, Master as a Ponygirl
I am proud to be one of your “Girls.”
Jenny thinking as she trotted
off, even when Master has to say no, or choose who go’s first, which
it will always be Coffee as senior, Master still finds a way to make
me feel equal to Coffee. I know Master will be asleep by the time I
get back, but to be asked to do things for him makes me so happy. I
see Linda is ok and not being disturbed; bet Master trusts me enough
on my own to check without being told. Jenny when she returned with
the granola, yes the Master is asleep.
She offers granola to Coffee, who smiles thanks to Jenny and eats a
hand full. At a distance they see the other Ponygirls
walk close enough to look at them, then retreat
in pairs or more whispering about them and their Master.
Coffee leans toward Jenny
to whisper, Jenny even the others know we have a rare Master.
Jenny replies in a whisper, yes we do, I feel blessed that Master asked
us together at the same time with the ceremony this morning. I love
you and envy you at the same time Coffee, for you knew the Master before
as a human wife, what was it like?
(Coffee) Jenny, Perlita was
his human wife, she with her humanity is gone,
I am Ponygirl Coffee just like you Jenny
one of the Master’s pair of ponygirls.
I will share all the memories of what Perlita was with you, but like
you as a Ponygirl I never will know what it feels like to be a Human
wife. Today the Master, you and I made a new memory entirely our own
and not one of Perlita’s. Remember what a perfect teamster Master
Robert our Prince of Foxes was driving us back here, that was our new
memory just yours, mine and Master’s. Perlita had no
human memory of him being able to drive a pair of
draft ponies as a teamster.
(Jenny) Coffee thank you,
that memory is now even more special that it is totally ours, today
it is great to know that now every memory we make will be totally ours.
(Coffee) Yes, just like now
we are sharing, ready to Love the same Master equally without envy,
shortly I will gladly shift Master to your lap, Jenny my
ponygirl Love, simply because it is you and no one else.
(Jenny)
Yes, there is room enough in my heart for
you both, ponygirl Coffee and Master Fox.
(Coffee) The same for me also,
what do you think of the two suggestions the Master made today?
(Jenny) If the Master wishes
to live here, I pledged to have no will of my own, that the Master’s
will is my will.
(Coffee) Yes, Master’s will
is my will also, besides Rancho Wilson de Pacifica has a nice sound
when the Master says it. Jenny what of the other suggestion about ears,
tails and butt plugs? Master made this morning driving us in?
(Jenny) Coffee appears
we have a Master even if his will is law for the three of us, he will
not be a dictator. Master wants our feelings about
things, yes we have a rare Master.
You heard what Master said about Property vs. Treasure, yes Rancho Wilson
de Pacifica sounds nice when the Master says it, it also sounds nice
when the Master says it be nice to have cute pointed pony ears, a proper
pony tail and no damn butt plug put into my ass every day.
(Coffee) Silently laughing
pounding the ground with her free hand
at that whisper from Jenny, when Coffee stops laughing she waives Jenny
over to take the Master’s head into her lap. When the transfer is
complete, Coffee whispers I going to remove the I.D. Collar from Linda
and move her into our Stall that I believe is what the Master wants,
later we will get Amber and Brownie and put them in an open stall so
they can be together. Jenny whispers back
yes, which is what also I believe the
Master, wants.
So, Jenny and Coffee free
Ponygirls who today confirmed Robert Wilson
the Fox is their Master, per their simple Master, Ponygirl
Ceremony of this morning.
“Where I lead, you will follow. It is done”
“that you will use this body to serve your Master. It is done”
“ please
allow your Master a place in your heart. So it is done, now and
forever.”
When the FBI arrived not in a few hours, but belatedly seven hours in the dusk after Robert Wilson’s call to Special Agent in Charge (SAC) Kathryn Fortuna, she found Master Robert Wilson asleep on both Coffee’s and Jenny’s laps, as his “Girls” were also asleep sitting beside each other holding themselves that way with one arm around the others shoulder, legs tucked under them in a kneeling position. Robert’s cape on Coffee’s shoulders,
his flock coat on Jenny’s
shoulders and the outside free arm
and hand at each cheek of their Master.
Pony Coffee on the right, Pony Jenny on the left
their heads together asleep.
And if anyone
could see, the three of them were having the
same dream, it was sunset on the Rancho Wilson de Pacifica, Master Fox
had driven his “Girls” Pony Coffee and Pony Jenny to the crest of
the low rise of the dirt road that concealed their home from being seen
from the Olivine Siding, Master Fox dismounted from his one
passenger, one axle covered handsome
buggy and stood between his “Girls” an arm wrapped around each of
their shoulders, as Master Fox held them tightly to him. They watched
the sunset. Before the light vanished, today being Jenny’s turn
Master Fox Kissed her first, then Coffee had her Kiss, the Master sighed
time to go home. Where upon he boarded the one
passenger one axle covered hansom buggy, turned his
“Girls” around and like the true show ponies Coffee and Jenny were,
prancing in a synchronized trot down the slope to home”
Oh, yes both of his “Girls” have cute reshaped pointed pony ears,
true pony tail stumps from the small of their backs just above the crack of their butt cheeks to which there are attached hair falls,
extensions made from their own hair reaching to just above the back of their knees.
Swishing
happily left and right to the movement of their hips.
-fin-
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