CAMP PONY
by
Richard Schaefer
SMASHWORDS EDITION
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Camp Pony
Copyright © 2011 by Richard Schaefer
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Acknowledgements
There is a growing list of people I’d like to thank.
My wife and family who don’t know that I’ve written the "Becca" books and would be shocked if they did.
Dee, a.k.a. ponygirl Ayree Winddancer, my editor and collaborator on "Becca" the first published, but second book, in the Becca trilogy. She first volunteered to look over my efforts and went on to provide many valuable insights into equines of all kinds.
Shyanne, a committed pony in Australia who says she is most happy when in her pony space. She has become my daily inspiration and special friend as I continue to explore the world of the human equine. She has helped me understand how a pony thinks and worked to catch my errors in both "Ride Em!"and this book. Her images serve as the covers for all three volumes in the "Becca" series.
Rebecca Wilcox, author of "The Human Pony", owner of the "Equus Eroticus" web site and magazine, acknowledged expert in the world of the human equine and the person who inspired me to explore this fantastic lifestyle and write about it.
A number of other friends I have made in the fetish community especially at FetLife.com who have inspired some of my characters and/or the various fetish scenarios found in these pages. They look forward to introducing themselves to you as you read this story.
The people at Smashwords for giving me the opportunity to offer this book to you.
You readers for having the curiosity to purchase this book and see what I have to say. I would love to hear from you. If you enjoyed it and have not read the first two parts of the "Becca" trilogy, I invite you to read more in "Ride Em!" and "Becca".
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CAMP Pony
Chapter index
Prologue
Chapter 1 - Thinking Back
Chapter 2 - Plans
Chapter 3 - The Cat
Chapter 4 - Sam Joins the Staff
Chapter 5 - Where the Buffalo Roam
Chapter 6 - Welcome Home Shyanne
Chapter 7 - Assignments Made
Chapter 8 - The Prince of Araby
Chapter 9 - Mother Russia
Chapter 10 - When Can I Come Home?
Chapter 11 - The Menagerie
Chapter 12 - Room For All
Chapter 13 - A Need To Take Action
Chapter 14 - FIRE!
Chapter 15 - Water, Water Everywhere
Chapter 16 - The Gathering
Chapter 17 - The Reunion
Chapter 18 - The First Day of the Rest of Their Lives
Chapter 19 - Eve and Adam
Chapter 20 - Inviting Friends
Chapter 21 - Complications
Chapter 22 - A Grumpy Stallion
Chapter 23 - The Mistress and Sin Head to Camp
Chapter 24 - Welcome to Camp Pony
Chapter 25 - Training and Festivals
Chapter 26 - Rehabilitation and Retribution
Chapter 27 - Moving Forward and Up and Down
Chapter 28 - Going to the City
Chapter 29 - Building Interest On Folsom Street
Chapter 30 - The Gala and Beyond
Epilogue
Prologue
Hi! My name is Becca. Those of you who have purchased this book without reading the first two installments in my three part story are going to be at a bit of a disadvantage. I wish I could make it easier for you. However, I cannot except to provide this short introduction and suggest you consider buying the first two books to fully follow and understand my story. They are titled "Ride Em!' and "Becca". The three books form a trilogy that tells my story about how I became a very one of a kind pony. I guess that's not exactly true as I'm not totally alone. I fear I am getting ahead of myself. Here are brief summaries of the first two books. Again, I wish I could tell you more, but there is only so much space.
"Ride Em!' tells you about a man named Brian Rider and his family's country estate by that name. He has devoted his life to controlling people and amassing wealth and power by acquiring and subjecting beautiful women to his will while turning them into human equines or pony girls and auctioning them off to the highest bidder. In this book you are introduced to him, his staff and the current pony herd he has acquired and the means used for doing so. In the last chapter you learn of my background and the strange feelings I am beginning to develop after losing my job and moving to a new city where I have no family, friends or contacts.
"Becca" is the second volume and is the story of .how I came under Brian's control and the transformation I go through to become the prize pony in his herd. You will share in my transformation and the sexual experiences I am exposed to as that transformation takes place. You will learn how I am injured and forced to fight for my life. You will see how I am transformed even more fully into a human equine and find someone willing to sacrifice much to remain at my side and share my life. I make a number of new friends and we join forces to recover our lives. The volume ends with a new beginning being made and new challenges being accepted as the residents of Camp Pony begin a new year and contemplate what the future may hold.
In my journey, I have made a number of new friends. A number of them are in the first two books. You will be reintroduced to them in this volume. There are many more to meet in the following pages. Some of you may recognize yourselves. Remember, you are all dear to me and I thank you for agreeing to join with me on this journey into my future.
Now it's time to trot ahead and complete my story, at least up to this point in my life. This pony still has years to go and there may be more to share.
Chapter 1 - Thinking Back
Melissa was having a fretful night. This was not at all usual. She normally would wake for a feeding and drift back to sleep while still sucking at one of her mother's nipples with her toothless mouth. Her mother was not at all used to dealing with this squirming bundle in the middle of the night. Yet, she did not mind in the least. The miracle she held in her arms was all the more special as being the final proof of the love her stallion held for her and the courage he had shown in choosing to join her in the lifestyle she had felt compelled to adopt. No, she had no regrets at all. She even welcomed this opportunity to sit and rock with her baby in her arms as her thoughts went back over the past months.
So much had happened since the New Year's Eve party. Six of the former slave ponies had left the estate. Changes were being made to complete the transformation of "Ride Em" into "Camp Pony". A new stable had been constructed and now held a half dozen rescued bio-horses and bio-ponies under the care of Vicky and Sugar who had been born and raised on farms. The other former ponies and handlers had settled into a comfortable routine as had the original staff personnel.
One unusual sight had been the tall, stocky man who walked around swathed in bandages for some weeks. When they were removed, the voice sounded like that of Simon, the camp's chief of security, but the face was not nearly as Russian in appearance as it had been. Perhaps eastern European, but not the classic Russian it had been before Martin had gone to work with his plastic surgery skills. The "new" Simon was usually accompanied by the slim and darkly beautiful Mya. She now smiled and laughed. This was a great change from the fearful, cringing young girl of just a few months ago.
Ariel, Ginger and Spice were making good progress in establishing their upscale boutique in a nearby city. They also were having fun with the added internet business generated by their website Fashionkink.com. That business had already generated sales not only in the U.S., but also in Europe, Canada, South America and "down under" in Australia and New Zealand and in the far east. Most surprising had been the sales volume coming from Japan and Brazil. They concluded the Japanese were a very kinky bunch, especially the men as most sales seemed to be to men rather than women. As for the Brazilians, they seemed to firmly believe in the less the better concept for clothing. Much of what was shipped to them would have fit very easily in an envelope, and a small one at that. However, it went by tastefully decorated outer boxes that held wickedly erotic inner boxes picturing women wearing next to nothing. A number of those pictures had been taken at what was now called "Camp Pony" and the models were the former ponies still in residence as well as Ariel, Ginger and Spice themselves.
Another marketing avenue had opened when they made contact with Mike Universade who was located in Canada. He had a boutique in Montreal and a web site for doing online sales. Mike's line included spandex catsuits and many fetish accessories, gear and toys. The two businesses complemented each other quite nicely and they hoped to enjoy an expanding business relationship as they clothed the kinky and provided them the other items they needed to become all they wanted to be.
Jewell was back in business as "Jewels by JJ" and doing quite nicely. She now lived in the house on the nearby bluff formerly occupied by an attorney named Margo Gullikson who had disappeared under mysterious circumstances some months ago. The house had been owned by her law firm and the other partners were quite glad to be rid of it when the Camp Pony Foundation contacted them with a no nonsense offer to take it off their hands. For her part, Jewell was a very happy person notwithstanding the fact this was the place from where her temporary slavery had begun. Somehow she enjoyed the irony. She had a shop in the city for her general line of custom items. The house became the focal point for her second line of "specialized accessories for the adventurous lady". The pool house had proved large enough to allow for being partitioned into changing quarters for those using the pool and a spacious workshop for making her custom jewelry pieces sold in the city shop and here.
The house and pool area were also ideal for "parties" at which her "adventurous lady" clients could come together to enjoy the country, the pool and the exotic and erotic jewelry pieces she created on site. She even had the services of a very good body piercer who lived only some twenty minutes away and was always willing to attend her parties and provide instant body openings for Jewell's wares. Amber was willing to do this for free. She so liked the opportunity to meet and get acquainted with the ladies, that she felt no need to charge for her services. Jewell did, however, insist on keeping her well supplied with rings, chains and baubles for her own piercings. She knew Amber and Martin both appreciated this thoughtful gesture.
Rose and Lucy were happily touring the states as the "Fillies from Philly", an up and coming female wrestling tag team. They had never made it to Philadelphia, but that had not stopped them from adopting the name they had chosen while still at the estate. They had tried to get Martin to help transform them into the pony characters they wanted to be. He declined and they had to be satisfied with the custom pony suits designed by Ariel and fabricated using the special latex product Martin had developed some years back. They also had custom tack created for them by the leather craftsman known as Curly Bill. He had done Serena's tack that had been given to her by her lover and had signed it with his "brand". Jake had been able to track him down through the Internet and Curly Bill had readily agreed to become the source of tack for Camp Pony and anyone else having an interest in his work. The result was that Rose and Lucy would enter the ring sporting full, custom made, leather tack buckled over their exotic pony hides that clung to them like their very own skin.
When not on tour, the two of them devoted their energies to two other enterprises. The first was a workout gym that catered to women to provide them a place to train without the staring, leering and grabbing of oversexed males. The second was a special facility in the large area beneath the gym facility that was given over to maximizing the discomfort of the very men not allowed in the space above. This was the "Dungeon of Pleasure" and could accommodate up to six "priestesses of pleasure" and their guests at the same time but in separate areas for reasons of privacy. The "staff" for this facility included a receptionist, a caretaker (a.k.a. bouncer) and a rotating group of young women who enjoyed making men obey their every whim and command for two-hundred and fifty dollars an hour or more depending on the extent of the services provided and the duration. It should be noted that sex was not one of the services. Anything along those lines was to be avoided by the "priestesses" under threat of dismissal. Off site was their choice. On site behavior was mandated by Rose, the chief "priestess", and was even spelled out in the contract each "priestess" signed in order to be allowed access to and use of the dungeon facilities. Business boomed on both levels with grunts of effort on the main level kept soundly separate from the moans of pain emanating from the various "cells" in the dungeon below.
Jake, the resident computer genius and Glen, the self proclaimed world's best Afro-American forger, had worked closely with Becca, the CEO of the enterprise, to get the needed paperwork completed, submitted and "approved" to show "The Camp Pony Foundation" to be an accredited U.S. tax exempt organization under Section 501(c)3 of the Internal Revenue Code. No point in paying taxes when you were trying to do so much good.
In return for their efforts, the two men were amply rewarded by the care and attention of Erin and Jett respectively.
Erin was an incredibly outgoing and highly sexed young thing. She was the shortest person at the camp, but easily the most sexually exuberant. To his credit and satisfaction, it hadn't taken Jake long to get used to her always being ready for a romp in the sheets or, better yet, for him to help get her suspended using the special pussy and ass hooks that had been installed in their room so she could be bounced up and down for a while before being released and resuming her exercise while raising and lowering herself on his more than willing "pole". For his part, Jake rapidly emerged from his "geek" shell. He found there was more to life than hacking other people's Internet sites. He often thought, "What the fuck have I been missing" and then went back to no longer missing it.
Glen also found there was a lot more to life than copying other people's hand writing. Jett was an expert teacher in the fine art of body exploration and mutual arousal with the right partner. She had found hers. She made it a point to keep him reminded of what she was capable of doing using her hands and mouth to make him quiver and shake to the very core of his being. That her own arousal and pleasure ran parallel to his, did not hurt matters any.
The new stable and its bio-horse and pony occupants was the place where you were most likely to find Vicky and Sugar along with Buck and the ever jiggling Serena.
Vicky and Sugar had been raised on farms. They had longed for the excitement of the bright lights of the big city. They never had the opportunity to truly see them, but did not regret where they now found themselves. The camp was becoming a wonderful place, filled with caring people and, now, with animals needing special care and understanding as well.
When not in the new stable, the two would often be in the original stable that was being converted into a unique lodging facility in anticipation of the new guests the camp hoped to soon accommodate. Part of the large indoor exercise area had been transformed into a workout facility for the camp's staff and guests. This was the realm of Claire and Sasha. The two ruled this space with iron hands, albeit ones shielded in velvet gloves. They had developed an exercise regimen that could be customized to the needs of each resident.
They took particular pride in the strides that had been made by Bob and Ray. The two men were slight of build and had been kicked around quite a bit before arriving at the then private estate. Now they sported lean, hard bodies with well defined muscles that gleamed under a layer of perspiration whenever they worked out. Not visible, but even more satisfying to both trainers and trainees, were the martial arts skill levels they were attaining. If they ever had the need, they would be more than capable of taking care of themselves. The four together would be a truly scary bunch to cross. The four also shared two adjoining rooms and all four often could be found in the same bed in one room. What would be unusual would be for either Claire or Sasha to be found alone in bed with either Bob or Ray. The two former ponies still entertained thoughts as to the possibility and were willing to take their time and keep working at it. Until then, boy and boy, girl and girl and the occasional foursome, free for all would have to do. They didn't complain. Life was good, the sex better.
Buck and Serena, the other two most likely to be in the new stable, were a good match. He had knocked around rodeos for a number of years. She had begun receiving pony training from a big hearted biker type who had also been a navy SEAL and horse trainer. She had found she loved being a pony and yearned for more training. Buck, for his part, loved Serena's very big boobs. It didn't hurt that he also had become very fond of the woman to whom they belonged. With Jake's help by searching the Internet, and that of the resident stallion known as Adam who, obviously, had prior experience with horses, Buck had begun a self study course in proper pony training. He and Serena took to it and each other with great enthusiasm. When not caring for the bio-equines, Buck would be working Serena to expand her skills as a human-equine. She would, in most instances, be in full tack and following his directions on lunge line or in a training circle. Her ample bosom would be jutting through her leather strapping and would bounce with every step she took. Buck would take pleasure in showing his appreciation for her efforts by coming beside her and patting her head, stroking her flanks and gently running his hands over her breasts. This last may not have been very trainer and horse like, but her soft nickers indicated she understood and accepted his need.
Tom and Foxxy might have been the oddest combination of all. Tom had been a street punk and came close to being a three time loser. He had made it to the estate and had no plans of leaving. Why would he? The police had him tagged as a cop killer. That was an error on their part, but Tom had every reason to believe he would never get the chance to convince them of that error. Foxxy, on the other hand, was a college graduate with a masters degree and aborted plans to obtain a doctorate in psychology. Her goal had been to work with abused women and those prone to various forms of "unusual" sexual behavior. Little had she expected to become both. The first hadn't lasted long and the second she found she really enjoyed. Her brief encounters with mummification had made a big impression. She liked the feel of being bound tightly and made helpless, provided she had confidence in the person doing the binding. Tom provided that feeling of security. He also had issues she felt she could help him deal with.
Tom's days initially had been spent doing odd jobs around the camp. This expanded as outside contractors came on site and he was put in charge of coordinating their work with the plans developed by Becca and Adam, who needed to keep out of site when outsiders where present.
Foxxy spent her daytime hours taking the online doctoral courses Jake had helped her register for and completing the required course work. The evenings were spent with Tom binding her in all sorts of ways from rope to shackles to plastic wrap and more. The nights were spent in exploration and coupling in any number of positions. For both, life had become an adventure and was good.
The vision of Goldie came into Becca's mind. Goldie was the ultimate professional woman. She was an amazing accountant and all around business whiz. She also seemed to be the complete sexual submissive which made for a complete contrast of personalities within the same body. A dominant business professional coupled with a complete sexual submissive. Would she be satisfied with that or would she seek more? Becca worried as Goldie was a vital part of the evolving operation.
Becca suddenly was roused from her reverie. The bundle no longer squirmed and the sucking had stopped. It was replaced by the gentle sound of breath being drawn in and expelled in a smooth rhythmic way. She gently returned the sleeping form to her crib and exited into the adjoining room. As she did so, she could smell the odor of fresh coffee and frying bacon drifting up from below. Funny, how certain pony characteristics linger on she thought. My sense of smell is still way better than it was before. Trixie and Lan Dung are up and breakfast is on its way. She smacked her lips in anticipation.
Those heightened senses also alerted her to the fact that her stallion was waiting. She crossed the room and eased herself back into bed. She was barely in when she felt the hand on her breast and the gentle squeeze that caused a milk drop to form at the tip of her nipple.
"Any left for me?" her stallion asked.
"Not much I'm afraid. She was hungry as usual. Breakfast will be ready soon. I can smell...."
She never finished the sentence as her bed companion had eased himself down to her pussy area and was beginning to use his tongue to caress her clit and lips. All thought of ordinary food was lost in the arousal they both felt. The two of them were soon lost in the joy of each other. This was how they started every day.
Chapter 2 - Plans
Becca and Adam had at last made it down for breakfast. Trixie was used to their never being on time and prided herself in always keeping enough food on the side to satisfy the two late arrivals. That was not a problem with Becca. She always ate "healthy". Now, she did even more so as she worked diligently to regain the nearly perfect figure she had before becoming pregnant. Trixie made sure she had the right mix and portion sizes to accomplish Becca's weight loss goals while adhering to Martin's mandated nutritional guidelines. Adam, on the other hand, ate like the horse he was. He was one of those fortunate few who had a metabolism that seemed to burn food before it even got to his stomach. No matter how much he packed in, he never gained an ounce, at least none that Becca could find, and she spent quite a bit of time diligently searching.
Trixie was pleased as she watched them eat. She and Lan Dung where doing a good job. The cooks were happy even if Lan Dung did confide in Trixie from time to time that she would like to have some male companionship. Trixie had passed this bit of information along to Becca and was confident something would be done. For her part, Trixie had had enough of men. She was happy with her pots and pans. They obeyed and didn't ask for anything in return except a good cleaning after they were used. She was convinced that men could learn a thing or two from pots and pans.
The biggest adjustment Becca and Adam needed to make, after the life changing adjustment of welcoming Melissa into their lives, was the need to keep indoors whenever the workers where on site for the various remodeling and construction projects in process. Fortunately, the indoor pool and exercise room gave them a place to keep their muscles toned and bodies in shape. Evenings and weekends did give them the opportunity to get out of doors.
They both loved to run. The camp's grounds afforded them the ideal space in which to do so. The island on which it was located was large and varied in its topography. The interior had rolling terrain with some fairly high hills and a central depression.
The depression was one of their favorite places. It was there that Becca and Adam had first met after the completion of Martin's work in transforming them into a unique pair of human equines.
Becca's transformation was caused by serious injuries that would have left her scarred for life and a decision not to jeopardize the new friends she had made if she were to leave the island. Adam's was the result of his total commitment to the woman / female equine he had fallen in love with and vowed never to leave.
In the depression among the hills, Becca had presented herself to her stallion and he had mounted her for the first time. In that depression Becca may have become pregnant with Melissa. They chose to believe so and loved to come back.
At other times, they enjoyed the freedom of running across the hills or down one of the paths that led to the river's edge on the far side of the island. The island was close to one shore, but, since the river broadened into being almost lake like at this point, stood quite a distance from the opposite shore which bordered a state park. This afforded quite a bit of privacy as the far shore was a steep, high bluff not often used by people to get down to the river bank. This was good, as they often wore only their pony hides while on a friendly gallop or slower trot.
Today, a trot or gallop was out of the question. Workers were swarming over the old stable and the surrounding grounds. A final push was under way to get the old stable renovations done. As a result, Adam went into the room that had been set up as his office. He would spend the morning reviewing plans for the soon to be constructed multi-car garage and vehicle maintenance shop. He would also meet with Tom to go over those plans as well as reviewing the status of other work being done or planned. There was a good chance he would not emerge until time for lunch.
Becca also had a few things to attend to. The first would be to check on Melissa and see if she was stirring for her next feeding. If not, Becca would shift her to the carry basket and bring her with to the study. If she was stirring, a feeding would come first along with a changing and then down to the study.
As it turned out, the second course of action was the one followed. Melissa was awake and scrunching about as Becca entered the room. Becca's sensitive nose picked up the scent indicating hunger was not all that concerned her foal. Thirty minutes later she entered the study, put the carry basket, holding a now sweet smelling and tummy full Melissa, on the seat of one of the butter soft leather armchairs and settled herself on the high back chair behind the desk. This last movement still required a little adjusting to get her tail positioned properly.
Today should prove to be interesting. Becca had a morning appointment with someone from outside the camp. For her to meet anyone face to face was unusual to say the least. The person she would be meeting with today was an exception to her self imposed quarantine from outside human contact. This would only be the second such meeting since she had come to the island. The first was a person who proved to have a major impact on Martin. Today's visitor was an old friend who could become an integral part of the evolving plan to create a safe haven for Brian Rider's prior ponies while they were helped back into freedom.
Becca looked across to the opposite wall and the pictures it held of prize ponies from Brian's herds. It still surprised her that it had taken so long for her to look at them close enough to recognize the unmistakable features of one pony in particular. Once she did, she had searched through Brian's files and found the folder for that now all too familiar pony. She remembered gasping when she confirmed her initial impression. That realization set her intentions into hardened steel. She would find a way to recover as many of those ponies as possible and give them freedom and a chance to lead the lives of their choosing.
She knew the pony as Lee-Anne. She had been her college roommate and had introduced Becca to her short term career as a "professional" companion when she needed to supplement her income while her parents' estate matters were being settled. The two had parted ways when they graduated. The last thing Becca had known was that Lee-Anne planned to vacation in the western U.S. before heading home to Australia. She had found it a little strange that no card, note or letter had come from her friend in the months that followed.
Once law school started, Becca gradually had stopped thinking about her friend, except for occasional remembrances that became less and less frequent. Once she saw that picture on the wall and reviewed the file, she had her answer why the contact had stopped. Lee-Anne had indeed gone west. She had signed on for a stay at a dude ranch. The ranch was another of Brian Rider's operations. Lee-Anne had left the ranch after a short time and then had spent nearly six months at Ride Em. When she left Ride Em, her name was Shyanne and she was going to Montana as the prize filly for a mega-wealthy American bison rancher who had been the successful bidder at one of Brian's auctions.
Knowing what had happened to her friend and former roommate caused Becca to fully commit to the plan she had been formulating together with Adam, Amber and Martin. It was why the workers were so busily engaged around the former estate. Remodeling was needed to provide quarters suitable for the retrieved ponies and the expanded staff that was contemplated. A cover for their recovery and rehabilitation activities needed to be developed. What better one than to create a rescue shelter for abused equines. The fact they would not all be bio-equines, need not be disclosed in the registration papers and legal documents that had to be filed.
The new year was not even a month old before the needed forms and applications had been submitted. The state and county animal control inspectors had been out in early February. It was amazing how wealth could get government to move while the ordinary citizen languished for months on end waiting for a response.
By the beginning of March, Camp Pony had become a reality. By the end of the month, a half dozen bio-equines were in residence and being cared for. The only tricky part had been finding a trustworthy vet. A temporary one had been located with the help of Jake's internet skills and some judicious inquiries that brought Dr. Laura Garber to the island for an interview with Amber and Martin.
Dr. Garber had a rural practice with a specialty in horses. She was an ideal candidate. What Jake had also learned, and what Amber had confirmed, was the doctor also liked ponyboys and trained them on the side. She readily accepted the offer given her, but could not commit to a full time position as she had a large private practice. She did, however, have good contacts with her alma mater, Oregon State University, and promised to work at locating a full-time candidate. In the interim, she would be pleased to provide care to the horses and ponies being sheltered at Camp Pony. Amber had made one request. She asked Dr. Garber to keep on the lookout for an oriental vet, preferably Vietnamese. Becca could not suppress a soft giggle when she remembered that request and wondered what, if anything, Dr. Garber thought about it.
Things had continued smoothly for the first months of the new year. Becca's belly had become ever fuller and rounded as the new life developed within her. She was amazed at the way her new skin, or as she liked to think of it, hide, stretched as that life grew larger and larger. Even Martin seemed pleasantly surprised. He had never seen his new skin perform in this fashion and, with Becca's consent, examined and documented every passing week as the baby grew and Becca expanded. He harbored hopes to be able to share his discovery with the world. That depended on his clouded past being put in order.
Even before the end of the previous year, Becca and Amber had undertaken to explore achieving that objective. Unbeknownst to Martin, Amber was able to locate and open a line of communication with the young women whose failed treatment had led to Martin's being found to have committed medical malpractice. The girl's name was Megan. She had continued college and obtained a degree in psychology and followed that up with specialized courses for dealing with learning disabled and abused children.
Amber had met with her several times. The girl remained horribly scarred over her face, shoulders and much of her back. She volunteered that she held no animosity towards Martin. She had gone to other specialists and they had been unanimous in their opinion that Martin's treatment had done no further damage beyond that caused by her original injuries.
This was well and good. Unfortunately, there were still the issues of Martin having performed his procedure without proper authorization, having lied to Megan's parents about having that authorization and taken money from them under false pretenses. Overcoming those problems might be possible, but more time and effort would be needed.
Megan did have a major regret. She found that her disfigurement created quite a bit of apprehension among the children she worked with. She joked that her successes came when she wore a mask to hide her face and that the children most took to her if she were an exotic cat, like a tigress or a leopard. As she was saying this, Amber's mind was working in overdrive. Dare she tell Megan what she knew? How would Megan react? How would Martin react? Was it worth the risk to all involved?
Becca was just beginning to relive the discussions she had with Amber about Megan and the possibilities and risks when she heard the soft scratching sound at the study door.
"Give it a push. It's open," she said.
The door swung open and the sleek cat softly padded over the carpet as Becca rose and came around from behind the desk. The cat dropped down on all fours and rolled onto its back with all legs pointed up. Smiling broadly, Becca knelt beside her and began to tickle the upturned belly as her ears picked up the growing sound of purring.
Chapter 3 - The Cat
Megan had accepted the invitation to visit the country estate with mixed feelings. Amber had tried to put her mind at ease while also attempting to offer hope that Megan might be aided by her former doctor and some new treatment technique he had developed. From their conversations, spread over several months, Amber had learned that Megan had a kinky side that had grown after her accident. She had begun enjoying pet play in college. The night of her accident, she and her fiance had attended a pet play party. They had gone as a pair of Siamese cats. He had died in an automobile accident as they were driving home. She had been burned over some seventy percent of her body. The worst burns had been to her face, shoulders and down her back. Almost miraculously, the other burns had been less severe.
Martin had been called in to treat her and failed. He had been disgraced and forced out of the medical profession. He had next found himself the resident medical care provider at Brian Rider's estate. Over time, he perfected the treatment procedure he had first tried with Megan. Becca and Adam were living proof of his success. His new procedure was a bio-engineered skin application using cells from the patient. This bio-skin could be "grown" in a sprayable culture and applied to the patient's own body were it would bond and grow just like the patient's own skin. It's only drawback was that Martin had never been able to find a way to match normal Caucasian skin colors. He could match black, various shades of brown and any other color of the spectrum. For reasons that remained a mystery, he could not match anything even remotely similar to Caucasian "white" skin. That was the reason Becca had become a velvety black pony with hints of silver and Adam had opted to be a palomino when he made his decision to join her as an equine.
During their conversations, Amber had learned that Megan held no ill will towards her former doctor. She had consulted other specialists. They had been unanimous in saying the treatment she had received had not added to her scaring. They could not fault Martin Placik for that, nor could they forgive his use of an unapproved technique and the other shortcomings of his actions. For her part, Megan learned from Amber that the doctor had been able to continue working on his treatment and had now perfected it but for the skin color problem. In the end, Amber had invited Megan to witness for herself the results of the doctor's continued efforts and extended the invitation that brought Megan to the estate.
The meeting held uncertainty for all parties. It was mid-January when Megan was met in the city by Simon and driven to the island. Little did she know that she was the first women in quite a few years to be brought there for reasons other than becoming a sex slave. The meeting was scheduled for the evening and Megan had worn a veiled hat to keep from being stared at while she waited for the car to arrive.
At the estate, she was met by Amber and taken to a beautifully appointed sitting room near the front entrance. When she entered, she saw there was someone sitting in a corner seating area set in shadows created by the intentional placement of several dimly lit lamps. The figure rose and approached. Megan was taken by complete surprise and, reflexively, took a step back.
"Megan, I'm so pleased to meet you. My name is Becca. Please join me," and, extending a hand, she took hold of one of Megan's and led her to the corner.
Megan quickly understood the dim lighting was meant to make her comfortable and took the first big step in establishing friendship by removing her hat. Now it was Becca's turn to be surprised. She was thankful for the dim lighting as she knew her face would betray the shock of the scared face looking at her. Nothing Amber had told her could have prepared her for the fire ravaged face looking at her with its big wondering eyes, unable to keep from scanning her velvety black body
"I'm so pleased that you accepted our invitation," continued Becca, trying to appear natural and in no way shocked by Megan's appearance.
"I must admit I'm still apprehensive. Are you really an example of Doctor Placik's work?" asked Megan.
Becca softly laughed and then replied, "I most certainly am. Would you like to touch me?"
"Oh, may I?"
"Why, of course. The whole point for our getting together is to let you see and understand what Martin, I mean Doctor Placik, is now capable of accomplishing."
As Megan felt Becca's arm and stroked her body, Becca continued, "I must be totally honest with you. For one, he doesn't know you are here. The decision to meet him is left up to you. Second, Amber and I are not knowledgeable enough to state with complete certainty that his treatment will work on you. When he treated me, he said he had to start relatively soon after I was injured for his technique to work. Amber has worked with him since I was treated. She says he now feels he has made great strides to the extent that his procedure can now be successful on people with older injuries. He has told her he has hopes of finding a willing subject to try. As you know, he lost his license as a direct result of trying to help you. Therefore, any subject must be willing to sign a waiver and accept all responsibility for the treatment results. Lastly, as it stands now, the treatment is irreversible and there remains a problem he has not solved."
Continuing to feel and stroke Becca, Megan asked, "I assume that problem is skin color? Amber mentioned that to me."
"Yes, it is. He can do any color. He can do multiple colors. What he can't do is Caucasian 'white'. Hence, you see me as I now am and will remain forever."
It was at that point that Amber reentered the room wheeling a service cart holding coffee, tea and assorted goodies from Trixie and Lan Dung's kitchen.
"Making progress?" she asked.
Megan looked at her and said, "I like cats. How about the two of you?"
All three started laughing.
It was another two hours before Megan was escorted to a room and provided with what she needed for staying the night.
The next morning Becca knocked at Megan's door and entered when Megan opened it. Megan had opened the drapes and Becca had her first really clear view of the ravaged face. Not only had Megan been left with scars, she also had lost most of her hair and what little remained was in spotty tufts.
Seeing the look on Becca's face, Megan said, "Now you know why I have no reservations about allowing the doctor to have another shot at treating me. As it stands now, I do not have a real life. I want to work with people in need of psychological help. How can I when they look at me and are traumatized by what they see? Children and younger people are better than older adults. However, I've found by wearing a cat costume, I meet less resistance. I also have found my costumes allow me a social life as a cat at certain special parties. I think Amber may have told you about them."
"Yes, she has. If you stay long enough, you will learn that many people here have 'special' interests not dissimilar to yours. As you can see, I have chosen to remain a pony. You will find that my husband has chosen to become a permanent equine as well. We are the only full time human animals at present. There may eventually be others. The important thing is that it will always be due to their making an informed decision. Right now, Amber is talking to Dr. Placik about your being here. If he is satisfied with what she tells him, the two of you will meet later this morning. You will have several sessions so you can have all your questions answered and he can examine you to evaluate the likelihood of being able to treat you successfully. If he believes he can, the final decision will be yours. Then and only then will treatment begin. Obviously, you will need to remain here until your treatment is completed. Even then, there is a strong possibility you may choose to remain. If you do, you will be welcome and I think your background and experience may prove helpful to us in several areas. You will also meet another resident whom you might find interesting. Her name is Francine although we call her Foxxy. She is completing her doctorate in psychology and likes nothing more than to be made into a living mummy."
Seeing the bemused look on Megan's face, Becca concluded, "Camp Pony is an interesting place. It may get to be even more interesting with the introduction of a rather large cat. No offense intended."
"None taken," said a now grinning Megan.
"Fine. How about I bring you some breakfast? Then, you and Dr. Placik can meet. We all call him Martin, by the way. We're very informal here. We may be weird, but we are informal. I'll be back in a flash."
Megan was still grinning broadly and giggling softly as she watched the sleek pony butt sway out the doorway with its tail swishing from side to side. Her hands slipped inside her rode and behind her back and she gave her own butt cheeks a squeeze. "Hmmm," she murmured as the door closed.
At ten that morning, Megan met for the first time with Martin and Amber. The meeting was a trifle strained at the beginning, but soon became much warmer as Megan assured Martin she held him no ill will and truly wished to be his subject for treating older injuries. By her candor and outreach, Martin took to her more and more. Amber's support of Megan's professed desire to be treated seemed to carry a lot of weight with Martin. Megan was convinced they had more than a professional relationship.
After nearly an hour, they had agreed on moving forward. Martin explained the next step would be a thorough medical examination and evaluation to satisfy himself as to her suitability for his improved treatment. That would start that afternoon and could take a day or two to complete. Now that the preliminaries were settled, Martin asked, "What type of cat would you like to be? A sweet tabby or something more exotic?"
"Well, Martin, I had something a little larger in mind."
"Such as?"
"Can you do tigers or leopards?" she replied with a wicked glimmer in her eyes.
Martin gave her a start by asking her to rise and remove her clothes. When she hesitated, he said, "Please, after all, I'll be seeing all of you for quite some time as we progress. I need that first look to answer your question." He flashed her a warm smile.
Megan was soon standing before him wearing not a stitch. Martin motioned for her to turn and she did a full three hundred and sixty degree turn. He motioned for another and she repeated the process.
"Please, walk across the room and back several times for me," he next requested.
Megan did as asked and then stood in front of him. For his part, Martin had watched her every move and now looked at his subject with his own devilish grin.
"Have you ever considered a cheetah?" he asked. "It would be ideal for your body type. You are fairly tall. Your body is thin and lithe and you have quite long legs. Pardon me for saying it, but your breasts are not very large. However, I think the overall effect of you as a sleek cheetah would be quite stunning. The long lean lines would be quite beautiful. I would propose an off white underbelly and the standard yellow gold hide and dark brownish to black markings of the species. I must tell you I cannot do anything about your hair and would recommend we eliminate what you have left and give you a smooth skull. I can provide you with a prosthetic tail. For that I would recommend a magnetic implant here," and he pressed her lower back just above her butt crack, "that would allow you to remove the tail when not needed."
Megan had to suppress her giggles before saying, "Martin, you don't waste time, do you?"
The grin faded from Martin's face.
Seeing the change in his expression, Megan quickly continued, "Oh no Martin, I am not offended. In fact, I love your idea. I had never thought of myself as that species. As you were describing the new me, I saw it for the first time. I think you have found the real cat in me. Sleek. Fast. Powerful. Oh yes, that's me. When can we begin and how long will it take?"
The examinations had started that afternoon. The treatments had started two days later. As with Becca and Adam, it began with Megan's body hair being totally and permanently removed. What followed where a series of skin removals as scar tissue was stripped from her body and replaced with the special skin culture grown from her own harvested skin cells.
Martin started with her shoulders and back. First came several applications of a golden yellow under layer. That was followed by the distinctive cheetah spots. Both doctor and patient were quite satisfied with the results.
Martin then began working on her skull. The process was done slowly and with great care. After the first six weeks, Megan looked the part of a cheetah from the top of her sleek head down to her shoulders and down the length of her back. Next came the rest of her body. Eight weeks into the process, Megan was a transformed creature. She looked like the living canvas of the most accomplished body paint artist with the one exception being that she was a permanent work of art.
All that remained was her face. That, however, would require nearly another three months of treatment. The day Megan had scratched at the door was just after the end of that three month period. Her face now had the appearance of the cheetah she had becoming. The skin over all her body was smooth and supple. She was free from the terrible thickening of scar tissue and luxuriated in the muscles she was developing under the guidance of Claire and Sasha.
She loved to stretch out on the grass when able to be outdoors. When forced to stay indoors, because of the presence of workers, she sought out the sunniest room and stretched out in sun patches and moved with them around the room. The psychologist in her knew she was in cat space. The cat knew she loved to feel warm.
Becca continued to scratch Megan's upturned belly for some minutes. For her part, Megan stretched her legs and arched her back in a show of her pleasure and happiness in the attention she was receiving.
Glancing at the desk clock, Becca saw it was nearly time for her guest to arrive. Giving Megan a few last pats, she said, "Sorry, my friend is just about due. You need to become a scarce kitty. I'm not sure how she's going to react to me, let alone a cheetah."
Megan rolled over and literally jumped into a standing position before slinking out the door with her tail flipping from side to side to show her contentment and pleasure. Becca knew she was on the prowl for more and was sure she would find it. For her part, Becca gave herself over to getting ready for her guest. For just the briefest instant, however, she did think of her own need for some pleasuring and let the vision of her golden palomino settle into her mind.
Chapter 4 - Sam Joins the Staff
All thoughts of personal pleasure left when Amber stuck her head in the doorway and said, "A Ms. Samantha Grace to see you."
Becca saw the quizzical look on Amber's face and said, "Does she have two heads?
"No, but I thought you said she was former FBI?" replied Amber in a questioning voice.
"She is. Why? What's wrong?"
"Nothings wrong, but I don't think she would pass for FBI today. May I stay and watch? I'm not sure which of you is going to be the more surprised," concluded Amber, by now grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh come on now, she can't be that unusual. Go bring her in. I'll go stand in the corner and give her a surprise and, yes, you can stay."
Becca slipped into the far right hand corner of the study. There she was enveloped in shadow and would be easily overlooked by anyone entering the study even if they gave the room a casual inspection. She soon heard women's voices as Amber and her guest approached. The door opened and she heard Amber say, "Please make yourself comfortable, Becca should be around here somewhere. I'm sure she will join us in a moment."
From her corner, Becca could easily see the woman who crossed to the desk area and stood waiting for Amber to join her. Amber had been right. This women would never be mistaken for an FBI agent. It was hard to classify her in any but a fetish way. She looked like a dominatrix on holiday.
A leather slouch cap sat rakishly on her head. Her black hair fell well below her shoulders. A leather jacket with full length arms was cinched below her ample boobs and made no attempt at hiding the cleavage formed on her chest. The jacket was open below the cinching as well and tailored in such a manner that her belly button and its piercing, complete with a dangling and jiggling emerald pendant, was presented for viewing and appreciation. The jacket arms sported fringing down their entire length and fit snugly to her arms. The pants were a second skin pair of hip huggers that just covered her ass and came dangerously close to showing her clit. It was a marvel they stayed up and might have been the reason she had not made an effort to sit down. Her feet were encased in a pair of outlandishly high heeled boots that climbed to her knees and where laced up the outside. She completed her ensemble with a leather strapped bag slung over one shoulder and a riding crop clutched in the opposite hand. Every thing she wore or carried was leather and it all was matched as to color and seemed to be buttery soft. She exuded power and control. Here was a woman not to be fooled with nor taken for granted.
Becca heard herself issue a soft gasp. Her guest swung her gaze to the corner.
"Hi Sam, so good to see you again," announced Becca as she stepped from the shadows.
Now it was time for Sam to gasp and stare.
"Becca? Is that you? What the hell are you wearing?"
By now Becca was laughing. She gathered control and said, "I'm wearing me, except for a pair of black tights and a sport bra. The rest is all, one hundred percent me."
Samantha Grace, obviously Sam to her friends, crossed to Becca and began stroking her and her mane and tail.
"My God, Becca, what's happened to you?"
"It's a long story. I'm sure you've got a good one as well," as her eyes scanned Sam from top to bottom. "What happened to my conservative roommate whose goal was to make the world safe for democracy?"
The two friends stood examining each other and then fell into each others arms and hugged for all they were worth. Amber watched in amusement for some seconds before clearing here throat to gain their attention.
"Becca, would you mind officially introducing me to your friend?"
"Oh, I am so sorry! Sam, this is my good friend and CFO of Camp Pony Amber Cutter. We all use first names here, so she is simply Amber. Amber, this is my former law school roommate and former FBI field agent Samantha Grace. I've always called her Sam and trust you may do the same."
Sam was nodding her head in agreement as she extended her hand to Amber.
Looking at Sam, Becca chuckled, "Can you sit in that outfit?"