WACO’S
LUMMOX
By
Waddie Greywolf
Chapter
65
Jimmy Joe
Russell lay conjoined with his partner for a good while after their
Earth
moving climax. The ramrod never had a sexual release like he
just experienced, but he could feel something was not quite
right. He knew Monty did something to him. Like the removal
of his scar, he wasn’t sure the kid even knew what he did.
Monty was drained trying to collect himself from the small death of
orgasm. He didn’t have a lot of experience with men,
but Jimmy Joe was, without a doubt, the best so far. Monty
decided there was
‘sex’ and then there was Ramrod Russell. He likened it to a kid
playing chopsticks as opposed to a Glenn Gould, Bach orgasm.
Monty didn’t just
ejaculate. Jimmy Joe ripped the young man's guts out and hung his
soul out to
dry.
“You know what
chu’ done to me, slave?” the ramrod asked quietly without challenge or
excitement in
his voice.
“I’m afraid to
ask, Sir. Did it really happen? I thought I was imagining,
and it was a fantasy on my part.” Monty said quietly. “It felt
like I was being fucked by a Minotaur.”
“No, it weren’t
no fantasy. It really happened. What the hell’s a
Minotaur?” Jimmy Joe smiled at him.
“A mythological
creature what's half man, half bull. I can change ‘em back,
Master.” Monty moved his hand down toward Jimmy Joe’s crotch.
“No, no!
Now, wait a minute! Not so fast, Son. I wanna’ take a
look.” Jimmy Joe chuckled, “He slowly withdrew his still erect penis
from the young man’s ass and rolled onto his side so Monty could get a
look at them. Monty grimaced at their size. They were
huge. It looked like the ramrod might have suffered from a mild
case of Elephantiasis. Jimmy Joe’s ball sack looked like
they contained two tennis balls and stretched well below the entire
length of his ten and a half inch cock. He put his hand under his
now enormous balls and hefted them a couple of times to get the full
feel of their weight. He let them drop and watched them bounce on
the foam mattress of Monty’s futon. He looked up and grinned
wickedly at Monty. He moved his legs to the side of the bed,
stood and looked in the full length mirror Monty mounted on the wall
next to his bed. He moved his hips to make them swing to and
fro. They felt fantastic. He grinned real big.
“Sweeeeet!” he
exclaimed softy, then he giggled like a school boy. “That is,
if’n I’s a bull.” he added. “But, damnation, don’t they feel
good?”
he asked rhetorically and then laughed.
“I’m so sorry,
Master. Here, let me change ‘em back for you, Sir.” Monty rushed
to his side.
“Now, now, let’s
not be too hasty, boy. I’d love to leave ‘em jes’ like they is,
but it wouldn’t be practical. My Wranglers is like a cheap hotel,
they ain’t got no ballroom. How ‘bout half that big?” he grinned.
Monty took the
ramrod’s huge set of balls into his hand, waved his other hand over
them and they were instantly half the size, but they were considerably
larger and hung much lower than his original set. Jimmy Joe let
them swing freely and admired himself in the mirror again. He
smiled.
“Always wanted
me a bigger set of balls. Them others didn’t seem to be in the
right proportion to ma’ dick. Now them’s a pair of balls a man
can be proud of. With a set a’ balls lie'kiss, a cowboy’s got
brag’n rights.” he said with conviction.
“I hope y’ain’t
mad at me, Master?” Monty said shyly.
“God, no,
Son! That was the most exciting ejaculation I ever done
had. I wanna’ do it again sometime, exactly the same way.
How long you been able to do things like this?”
“Just
tonight. Here, with you. I swear to you. It’s the
first time it’s
happened. I just wanted to please you, Master. I wanted you
to like me. I didn’t mean nothing bad. I just thought about
it, and it happened. Today triggered something in me, but I don’t
know how or why. I need to talk with my master tomorrow and
Master Watkins. Lie down here with me, Ramrod, and let yore’
slave clean you.”
Jimmy Joe lay
down on the bed and Monty cleaned his cock with his mouth. He was
careful to clean under Jimmy Joe’s ample foreskin for the last traces
of his rich, flavorful cowboy cream. Then he cleaned his new set
of balls for him. He licked and sucked until Jimmy Joe was
roaring hard again. The closer he got to Jimmy Joe’s hole the
more enticing it became to him. It seemed to be calling to
him. It had to be his imagination. Jimmy Joe could read his
slave’s intentions and could feel his need.
“Don’t be shy,
boy, if you want a taste, try it. Ain’t a slave alive what ain’t
cleaned his master’s hole at one time or t’other and that includes the
cowboy you be work’n on.” said Jimmy Joe. That’s all the
encouragement and approval Monty needed to indulge another of his
sexual fantasies. Coyote John forced him to perform the act when
they were in jail together, but Monty never got used to it. With
Coyote, it was disgusting, but with a man he was highly
attracted to and whom he desperately wanted to please, it didn’t seem
so bad at all. In fact, it was downright stimulating. He
sucked and cleaned the ramrod’s hole until he couldn’t taste anymore of
Jimmy Joe’s strong masculine flavors.
“Damn, I do love
a slave what ain’t hung up about making love to his master’s
hole. It’s jes’ part of being a good slave.” he allowed.
“I jes’ hope I
don’t scare you away, Ramrod Russell.” Monty said when he was through,
“Strange things happened to me all my life and people don’t wanna’ git
to know me or be my friend ‘cause I’s so different and unusual.”
“I don’t see
nothing wrong in want’n to please somebody, Monty. That’s basic
to the core of being a good slave, Son. Hell fire, boy, it's
basic to being a good and caring human being.” said Jimmy Joe. “Look
what you
done for me, boy, my scar’s gone, I got me a fine, new pair of buckaroo
boots and nice new set of balls. What’s not to like? With
ma’ balls three times their size I shot three times the load.
Best damn feeling I ever had. What’s wrong with that?” Jimmy Joe
asked. He got a half smile out of Monty. He could tell the
young man was troubled. “You need men like me, your master and
his family to help you understand these things. They be
gifts. I’m sure Jesse
Watkins and his companion can help you learn to control your unusual
talents. You need a man like me what can teach you to enjoy 'em.”
“Thank you,
Ramrod.” Monty said.
“For what,
slave?” he asked bemused.
“For being
understanding and being a good master.” Monty snuggled into Jimmy Joe’s
arms.
“I observed many
things in my years as a slave, Son, but I try’n live my life as a
ramrod-master by an important one I learned. The master what
always seems to git the most out of his slaves is one who genuinely
cares for them and lets them know he appreciates their efforts.
Slaves will work their asses off for the most demanding master if
he’s fair, knows how to temper justice with mercy and offers a word of
praise or encouragement from time to time. A word of appreciation
from his master is worth more than gold to a slave.”
“Is there
anything you missed as a slave you could have now as a freeman?”
“That’s a loaded
question.” Jimmy Joe declared. “You’re asking me for a
reason. This is about something you left behind, ain't it?” he
smiled at Monty.
“Yes, Sir, I was
in love with a girl. We had wonderful sex, but starting with the
Coyote, I had to put it all behind me. I ain’t complaining none
about sex with men. It came naturally for me; almost too
natural. It come to be jes’ as good for me. What we jes’
shared tonight was the best I ever done had, but it makes me wonder
about myself and where my heart really rests.” he said sincerely.
“Fair
enough. That explanation makes your question more
reasonable. Yeah, I had to give up women, and I fought against
any change up until almost the hour they’s gonna’ cut ma’ balls off
when I suddenly developed a craving for cocksuck’n.” he chuckled.
“At least I managed to convince my masters I did, and as time went on,
like you, I learned to enjoy sex with men about equal to sex with
women. So what you’re basically wondering about is have I gone
back to women since I been a freeman?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“No, but that
don’t keep me from jacking off thinking about slipping my old pony into
a tight little cunt, or sometimes closing my eyes and think’n on the
cowboy’s ass I’m fuck’n being a woman’s cunt. Truth is, since
I become a freeman a little over a year ago, I ain’t had me no time to
go out and look for a woman. The ranch requires my full
attention. I may as well be married to it. I git one day
off a week, usually Sunday, but most of the time I have to be there in
case some’um comes up, and it always does. Another thing is,
while I may look younger than my age, I ain’t got over the fact I’m
sixty-five years old. H’it’s gonna’ take a while for me to adjust
to not looking and feeling so old. What’s a good looking woman
gonna’ do when she asks how old I am and I tell her the truth? No
decent young woman wants to fuck an old man no matter how he
looks. Besides, why should I look for cunt when I got me more sex
than I can handle being a slave-skinner?”
“Slave-skinner,
Sir?” Monty never heard the term before.
“Yeah, in the
old days a driver of a mule team, anywhere’s from two to twenty, what
carried heavy freight all over the Western states was called a
mule-skinner. The term came from a hard team-wrangle’n cowboy
what knew how to use a twenty foot, black-snake bullwhip. If’n he
was good he could lay open the skin on a mule’s tough hide to get ‘um
to pull faster and harder. Now a’ days, ‘slave-skinner’ is a
nickname for a ramrod or foreman of a ranch what uses cowboy
slaves. To git back to your other question, I wouldn’t even know
how to treat a woman today. Meaning no disrespect to Miss Jenny
in the barn, I’d probably make an ass of ma’self. I don’t rule
out meet’n a woman someday. With the promise of a longer life,
who knows what may happen in the future? But my experience with
women was bad for me. Women always got me into trouble.
They didn’t git me into trouble, it’s the things I done because of ‘em
what got my sorry butt into trouble. Maybe that’s why I identify
with Coyote. He got drunk and tried to kill one a’ his best
buddies over a worthless two-bit slut in some roadside
honky-tonk. Men will do some crazy-ass things when they’s a cunt
around. The irony is, he probably would a’ fucked her once and
never wanted to see her again. Them bar hags ain’t nearly as
purdy the next morning as they is at last call.”
“You think I’m
gonna’ turn gay, Master Jimmy Joe?”
“What da’ you
mean by ‘turn,’ slave?” he grinned.
“Yeah, stupid
question, weren't it?” laughed Monty.
“Thar’ ain’t no
stupid questions if’n yore’ mind is dwell’n on some’um what’s bother’n
you, and you need to talk about it, Son. You can talk to me about
anything. Personally, I don’t think there is such a thing as
‘gay’ or ‘straight.’ I think some men are born with more leanings
one way or t’other, but no man is born totally straight or a flame’n
poofter. God knows, I learned the hard way. I don’t
consider myself gay ‘cause I have sex with men. You don’t hear
that term used very much around cowboy slaves or slave owners.
You won’t
never hear a slave owner, a ranch foreman, or a ramrod refer to his
slaves as gay. In case no one’s done told you before, once a man
becomes a slave, he ain’t considered a man no more. He’s just a
piece of property. A slave is considered on the same level as a
piece of livestock. His master owns him and everything he owned
before he became a slave. He can use his slave any damn way he
pleases. A slave ain’t got no say in it, and there ain’t a damn
thing he can do about it.
Demanding slaves
to have sex with their master and their fellow slaves serves a couple
of purposes. It makes the slave subordinate to their masters and
it takes care of a lot of testosterone what would otherwise be
expressed in any group of men living in close quarters through
infighting for dominance. A bunkhouse full of slaves what are
fuck’n one another is more peaceful than one filled with a lot of
straight posing, redneck assholes living their lives by a shit load of
mythological bullshit and ‘thou-shalt-nots’ because the bible done told
'em so. When you force a
slave, no matter how straight he thinks he is, to drop his pants and
take a hard butt fuck’n or suck any man’s dick what’s put before him at
the snap of his master’s fingers, there comes a time when he breaks and
recognizes he has to let go of his fears, prejudices and superstitions
if he wants to survive. Survival can be stronger in a human than
anything else including stupidity. I’s living proof, Son.”
Jimmy Joe laughed. “As you probably know, there’s other things
you gotta’ consider with a woman. Women are higher maintenance
than men. You can say almost anything to a man as long as you’re
respectful and don’t try to cut his balls off. Women, not so
much.
Would you be lying here next to a woman with yore’ boots
on?” he grinned at Monty. Monty smiled and shook his head.
“When you’re with a woman everything has to be planned and very little
is spontaneous. It takes forever for a woman to git ready to do
anything. Other than cleaning himself for an evening like
tonight, a slave should be able to pleasure his master at a moment’s
notice. I guess I become spoiled by living close to the bone of a
raw existence. It gits in a man’s blood. Days, months,
years go by and you wake up one morning and think you ain’t got it so
bad without women, but always in the back of your mind you think about
the pleasure they can bring a man. Today I look upon women as a
luxury. Right now, they’s a luxury I can’t afford for several
reasons. Some men are willing to pay the price. Maybe I
will again someday, but not anytime soon. Even if I's to
find a woman, fell in love and married her, I don’t know’s I could give
up sex with ma’ cowboy brothers. Does that make me gay? I
don't think so. I see it as becoming conditioned to a sexual
response. It struck me one day as I's git'n the shit fucked out
a' me by a hard charging master what owned me before Master Hoot and
Cotton, I could never git that wonderful feeling from sex with a
woman. Same with fuck'n a man. I could never fuck a woman
like I jes' done fucked you, and you and me, we share them kind a'
fucks in
common. You's like me, boy, you ain't satisfied less'n a man
what's fuck'n you
rides you down long, deep and hard to git his pleasure.
I’ll tell you a secret jes’
between us nobody else knows. When I petitioned for my
manumission and was granted my freedom as a freeman, I thought I’d
arrived. I thought I’d never have to submit to another man to
give him
pleasure. I would still have sex with ma’ cowboy brothers if’n I
wanted, but I would be the one what was taking all the pleasure.
Guess what? H'it didn’t quite workout that way. Like ever’
thing else in life, I
had to learn the hard way. H’it jes’ don’t work that a’way.
I found ma’self missing submitting to another man and pleasuring
him. I forgot how much pleasure it brought me. There’s all
sorts of psychological reasons for it I been told, but I don’t
understand none of ‘em. All I know it’s a craving deep in yore’
gut, and it’s some’um you gotta’ take care of or your world won’t work
right. Masters know it’s against the law for two freemen to
engage in sex, but between an ex-slave and his ex-master, the law turns
its head with a funny term slave owners use called ‘weaning a slave.’
“Weaning a
slave, Sir?” was another term Monty never heard before.
“Yeah, weaning a
slave. It means exactly what is says. Just like a farmer’s
gotta’ wean a calf from sucking its momma’s teats, so a slave owner has
to slowly wean an ex-slave from want’n to suck his master’s dick and
git fuck by him. I didn’t know until recently, it was a secret
contract Angus made with Hoot Austin, if Mr. Goodnight gimme’ the
ramrod’s job. Ole Hoot agreed to take care of me regularly until
ma’
bossman could take over my wean’n his-self. Once a month or so,
depending on how often ma’ bossman thinks I need it, Hoot Austin will
call me, and we schedule a secret meeting. We git away to some
flea-bag motel som’mers on the outskirts of the city, buy us a pint of
Comfort, I suck him off a couple a’ times and he fucks ma’ butt
from sundown to sunup. My old cowboy butthole hurts good for a
week
afterwards. I hav’ta’ carry me a small tin of Bag Balm around in
my
saddle bags for several days. I walk like a cowpoke what’s got
hisself a
bad case of the rickets, but I got a smile on me lips and a song in ma’
heart. Nothing can go wrong in my world.” Jimmy Joe roared with
laugher.
“Lately, I think my
bossman’s become more interested in take’n over my ‘weaning.’
He’s
been sniff’n ‘round my flanks a lot tell’n me how sweet my ass
look’s to him since the longshot done its job. He does it in
front of Burt jes’ to get his goat, ‘cause he knows it riles him
up. Master Angus don’t like the way Burt treats me. Burt
lets
his-self git all upset, and I gotta’ listen to him rant and rave until
I had about all I can take. I tell him to shut the fuck up and
not to say another gotdamn word about it. I turned him over my
knee several times and whupped his ass with my razor strop when he was
disrespectful to me. I don’t know how much good it done. He
yells and cries and carries on, but he shoots his load ever’ damn
time.” Jimmy Joe chuckled. “I feel bad and hold him ‘til he stops
crying. He apologizes and promises he won’t never do it
again. I forgive him, we make a little love, and I end up fuck’n
him. Makeup sex can be the sweetest.” he laughed again.
“I done watched
Boss Goodnight fuck them slaves for over a year now. I know damn
well he could scratch my deepest itch. He’s invited me to stay
the night with him at Mars Port a couple of times, but I regretfully
had to turn him down. I didn’t wanna’ say 'no.' I been
want'n to ride that big bull dick of Angus Goodnight's since I went to
work for him, but Angus is a good man. He
understands I got Burt to contend with. He’s kinda turned sour on
ole Burt because of it and accuses me of being pussy whipped. I
put up with a lot from Burt. He never really accepted my
emancipation. He still thinks on me as his cowboy slave
brother. Sometimes Burt treats me like he’s a fish monger’s wife,
but I try to remember he was sold into slavery against his will by his
no-count dad. Maybe my bossman’s right; after all, Burt ain’t his
slave. He’s been awful good to me and Burt. He could call a
halt to Burt staying with me, and there ain’t a lot either one of us
could do about it. If’n he did, I wouldn’t give up ma’ job for
Burt. If Burt’s masters got wind of how he treats me, Hoot and
Cotton would come down hard on him, and we wouldn’t git to be with one
another no more. By sharing these
things with you, what I’m trying to say is, don’t pigeon hole yourself
none, and don’t allow nobody else to do it neither.
It’s hard
enough git’n through life like it is, without allow’n some know-nothing
bastard, who can't git his-self an honest job, who totes a book filled
with
myths under his arm what makes him think he's got the right to
tell you how
to live yore’ life and how to think on yourself while he's busy abusing
his own kids. You's just a kid, Monty. You got chore’ whole
life ahead of you, Son, but you’re sit’n purdy as Master Shane’s
slave. You won’t find Boss Potter, Foreman Shane, Ramrod Jenkins,
or Gil Morris labeling you one way or t’other. When you’re a
slave, y’ain’t gotta’ worry none about such nonsense. Being a
salve-skinner, I don’t have to neither. I do what I wanna’ do
when I wanna’ do it. In yore’ case you gotta’ do what your
masters tell you to do, but none of ‘em, including me, ain’t gonna’ ask
nothing of you what’s gonna’ harm you. In fact you jes’ might
learn some discipline in your life, but that ain’t a bad thing.
Ain’t
many ranchers what would give an old ex-slave a chance like Angus
Goodnight done for me. I owe him big-time. I work my ass
off for him ever’ day, but if’n it would bring my bossman some pleasure
to fuck my cowboy butt, I'd gladly put it up for him. I ain’t
proud. He can have as much as he
needs anytime he wants it.” Jimmy Joe said like he just resolved a
problem.
“Have you had
enough, Master, or is there anything else I can do for you this
evening?” Monty asked graciously.
“Naw, slave, you
been a perfect host. I couldn’t wish for more but a good night’s
sleep. You ready to bunk it in with this old cowboy?”
“After what you
done for me, I think I can sleep now, and I’d be right proud to bunk it
in with you, Sir.”
Jimmy Joe helped
Monty fold up the rawhide bed cover and put it away. Monty helped
his ramrod with his boots and set them aside. He removed his own
boots
and returned them to the closet.
“Them boots of
yours will wear better tomorrow, ‘cause we broke ‘em in tonight.” he
grinned.
“Mine probably
won’t touch the ground, Ramrod.” Monty allowed. They shared a
laugh as they crawled under the sheets and held each other. Monty
liked everything about Jimmy Joe; his looks, his body, his cock, his
new balls, his cocksure attitude, his smell, everything, including
his asshole. They whispered their ‘goodnights’ to each other,
exchanged a kiss and were soon asleep. They slept the gentle and
compassionate sleep of lovers who were transformed by their unusual
circumstances and gratefully unexpected results from their strong
mutual need for bonding. Jimmy Joe held Monty close all night as
if he might try to get away. Since becoming a slave, Monty never
felt more needed or relaxed. Jimmy Joe Russell was, indeed, the
answer to his prayer. The moon sailed across the sky to bath them
with the kiss of its soft light and the whole room took on a glow of a
singularity; one moment in time, passing into two, followed by another
passing in transit to trine, quarter, on and on as the universe
continued to expand and unfold, and the life expectancy of the world
they were on was sailing through the ether of time and space, traveling
at the same incredible speed it always had toward its certain
doom.
* * * * * * *
Monty made
coffee and set the timer on his coffee maker in his kitchen the night
before. He searched the cabinets and found an
unopened one pound can of coffee. He was used to waking from the
click of the timer. He moved down in the bed and took his fully
erect partner in his mouth. Jimmy Joe smiled to himself as he
felt the young man begin to gently fellate him. Monty was getting
good at it. He had Jimmy Joe writhing in the bed and gasping for
breath as he shot a big load. Monty didn’t lose a drop and
swallowed every bit. He continued to suck on the ramrod.
Jimmy Joe needed to piss bad.
“You gotta’ let
me up, Son, I need to piss like a stallion.” Jimmy Joe urged. He
was beginning to wonder if Monty wanted more. “You want a chaser
and too embarrassed to ask for it, slave?” he asked. Monty nodded
his
head. “Morning piss is strong, Son.” said the ramrod. Monty
didn’t respond but
just kept sucking. Jimmy Joe let a small amount flow and the boy
gulped it down. “More?” he asked. Monty nodded his
head again and the ramrod let a lot more go. Monty gulped it down
like a pro. Jimmy Joe decided that was enough, ordered Monty to
let him up and he rushed to the bathroom. He sounded like a horse
pissing in a water trough. The sound excited Monty and his penis
got roaring hard. He went downstairs and poured two mugs of
steaming coffee and returned to his bedroom. Jimmy Joe was lying
in bed with the sheet thrown back. Monty handed him the
mug.
“You surprised
me, want’n an early morning chaser.” Jimmy Joe smiled.
“Coyote John
told me all slaves are required to take their master’s piss. For
all his ruthless selfishness I never thought Coyote would deliberately
lie to me. He told me I might as well start learning how to be a
slave from him. He insisted I learn to clean his ass and take his
piss without spill’n a drop. I didn’t like it, but I done
it. It was easier try’n please him than put’n up with him trying
to beat me up. I just wanted to see if it would be better with a
man I like and want to please.”
“And... ?”
Jimmy Joe grinned.
“I have to be
honest, Ramrod. With you, I found both to my liking, but I’m glad
you
called a halt to it when you did or I wouldn’t be hungry for
breakfast.” Monty smiled back at him. Jimmy Joe laughed at his
willingness to please.
“We been forcing
a bottle of his masters' piss down Coyote ever’ day for a week
now. He’s been
pretty good about taking it. Of course, he’s always got a big
black dildo shoved up his hole, and if he stops or starts to slow down,
he gits fucked purdy deep and hard. He ain’t refused yet, but
it’s like he’s jes’ going through the motions; like he’s withdrawn or
in another world. He’s yet to take it straight from his master’s
tap.” Jimmy Joe held up his mug and saluted Monty as he took
another sip. “Do you always provide such good service to all the
cowboys you entertain?” Jimmy Joe grinned at him.
“Up ‘til now, I
entertained my brother slaves in the bunkhouse. You’re the first
person I ever entertained in my quarters. I ain’t never had
nobody share my bed before. It’s a first for me. Glad it
was you, Master Jimmy Joe.” Monty said sincerely.
“Thanks, Son,
I’m glad it was, too, but what about your lady friend?”
“I never brought
her here. I don’t know’s I could explain all this to her.
She
never met Dexter. She knew about him. I told her he was my
little brother. We done it in motels and her daddy’s barn.” Monty
lamented. “Her daddy bought her a car. She would tell her parents
she was going to visit her girlfriend, but instead, she’d meet me
someplace. They never checked up on her for a long time.
Then one night they had some family emergency and called the house
where she said she’d be. They went out looking for her.
They got all upset when they saw her car parked at a motel. Her
daddy almost broke the door down. I don’t know why, we's both
well over eighteen years old.”
“With the
religious loons, times have gotten crazy, Son; even more so than when
I’s a kid. They’s crazy enough then I guess. I spent most
of my life in prison or as a slave for marginal things. Do you
miss her?”
“Sometimes, but
I don’t allow myself to think on her. If’n I did, I’d go
crazy. I had six months in jail to think about her and cool
off. She never came to visit me or sent me a letter while I’s in
jail. I guess she didn’t love me as much as she said she
did. I know there ain’t no chance in hell we could ever be
together with her family like they are. Furthermore, because of
who I am, I’d have to tell her about me. My little brother
thought she was too attached to superstition and the myths of religion
to be able to accept me and understand. He's probably right, she
probably would think
I’s some kind of wizard or demon.”
“What kind of
powers do you have, Son?”
“I can transport
myself from place to place in the blink of an eye. I can make
myself invisible. I can do several other things you probably
wouldn’t believe if’n I’s to tell you. I’m jes’ now finding out I
can manipulate living matter.”
“Then they
couldn’t hold you in jail unless you allowed them to, right? Jimmy Joe
asked.
“Yes, Sir, I
could’ve just willed my way back home or made myself invisible to them
and walked out.”
“What made you
stay?”
“I stayed for
several reasons. Y'ain’t met my cowboy oracle yet. ‘At’s
a pitcher of him above ma’ bed. He warned me over and over not to
use my abilities in a way what might bring suspicion on
me. After a week, even though he was rough and cruel to me, I
began to care about Coyote John. I knew he was lost and needed
someone. We were forced into a situation we needed each
other. It was the first time in my life I had someone to care
about without having someone else tell me I shouldn’t. Coyote
John is the most selfish, self-centered, ruthless man I ever met,
and yet, part of me admired him and wanted to please him.”
“I ain’t got me
no doubt, one of your finest qualities is your ability to care about
people and find good in them no matter what. What’s to keep you
from going to see your lady?”
“Why should I
make an attempt to see her? She’s an adult. She could’ve
sent me a letter to let me know she still loved me. She didn't
come visit me. If she couldn’t come herself, because her daddy
was watching her, she could’ve sent a friend. I accepted my fate
while I’s in jail. I have to live within the structure of this
society, Ramrod. You said something last night about adapting to
survive. You done told me you know about adapting. It’s
what you done for twenty years. If I done the things I can do,
and it was found out beyond my family, the feds would be after me to
find out who or what I am. It wouldn’t take long for them to put
two and two together. I didn’t know anything about my past until
yesterday. I had my suspicions, but I didn’t know for sure.”
“Daymn, kid, it
must be like waking up on a strange planet for you. I read me a
book
once about a stranger in a strange land.”
“Yes, Sir, it
was written by Robert Heinlein, one of my heroes. Things seem to
git stranger everyday, but at least I ain’t afraid no more, Sir.
I got family now what will help look out for me and protect me. I
gave myself to Captain Shane yesterday. I trust him and the
members of the Grange. I’m looking forward to today. I’m
looking forward to settling down and doing some work. I’m looking
forward to getting to know my brothers and the rest of my family.
I’m looking forward to sharing more time with you when you
can get away, Sir. I don’t wanna’ be demanding. From the
sounds of it, you got enough of that in your life right now.”
“You’re right
about that, Son, but it’s gonna’ change. From our conversation
last night I realize what I gotta’ do. H’it may sound selfish of
me, but right now, it’s more important for me to keep my bossman happy
than it is to placate my live-in slave-boy. Burt’s got hisself
some grow’n up to do, but you can count on us git’n together again real
soon. I been more relaxed with you than I been in a long time,
Son. I’ll try’n get back over here next Thursday afternoon or
evening if’n you’s free. I’ll check with your master before I
try’n schedule anything.”
They finished
their coffee, took a quick shower, got dressed and headed for the big
house for breakfast. Monty wore one of his nicer Western shirts
and newest pair of Wranglers. He decided to wear his new boots
since they were broken in. He had a feeling he would be going
everywhere with his master and wanted to look as presentable as
possible. Jimmy Joe decided to wear his new boots, but he didn’t
seem to want to carry his old pair to brea`kfast with him.
“Leave ‘em here,
Ramrod. I’ll clean ‘em real good and shine ‘em up for you.
I’ll
have ‘em ready for you when you return. Might give you a good
excuse to come back.” Monty grinned.
“Good idea,
Son. That’s fine, I got me several more pair I alternate.
Besides, I’ll probably change these when I git back. They’s too
nice to git all messed up.”
They left
Monty’s quarters and Jenny was already up. Monty didn’t have
anything to feed her, but he petted her and told her to join the
remuda. The cowboys would be feeding all the critters soon.
She twaddled off like she understood every word and was following his
orders. She brayed over her shoulder for him to be sure and
remember to get something for a morning treat to tide her over in the
mornings; carrots or apples would be nice. The men walked up
through the pastures as the sun was just peaking over the horizon in
the East. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful
day. They got to the house and met Shane and Cole as they were
walking down from their house. The men went into the kitchen and
Gil Morris, Bobby, and Dexter were already there. Gil was talking
with Boss Potter about some ranch costs. They had a cup of
coffee in their hand. Bobby and Dexter were helping Essmee Fay
get breakfast on the table. Dexter saw Monty and waved to him,
but he didn’t run to him like he usually did. He was doing
his assigned task and was too busy to stop.
“Fine looking
pair of boots you be wearing, Ramrod Russell.” grinned Boss
Potter. Gil Morris smiled and nodded his approval. Bobby
and Dexter giggled. Obviously, they were told about the boots.
“Thank you,
Sir. They was an unexpected gift last night from your handsome,
young slave. Ain’t never had me such a fine pair.
Most comfortable pair of boots I ever sunk my feet into.” he effused.
“They look good
on you, Ramrod, quite handsome.” Shane complimented him, “You manage to
git ‘em broken in last night?” he ginned mischievously.
“Shore’
'nuff did. Broke in ma’ partner’s pair for him at the same time.”
“Well, that’s
good to hear, Sir.” Shane was about to break out in laughter.
The men ate
breakfast and Shane told Monty he would be with him and Cole or some of
his family most of the day. He had some other things to take care
of later in the day, but he would be in good hands. The Admiral
had to see to his cowboys most of the morning but would be with him in
the afternoon. Later in the day, he wanted to get the machines
moved down to the old barn, and he was going to store the tractor he
bought from Gil Morris down there as well. They needed to buy
some paint to have some of the cowboys start paining the
exterior. There was much conversation about what was going on
around the ranch and what the men were hoping to accomplish.
Jimmy Joe Russell set and listened. He and Monty were quiet for
the most part. They would respond if asked a direct question, but
they were obviously in their own world.
“So tell us,
Ramrod,” Shane grinned real big, as he was having his last cup of
coffee, “did our young slave treat you right?”
“He certainly
did, Foreman Goodnight. He’s a credit to you and your
ranch. Boss Potter said I’d leave here with a treasure, and he
was right. I’ll be returning through the gate to your brother’s
ranch in a little bit, but I’ll be taking more than a new pair of boots
with me. Your young slave made a couple of corrections to my
body I really appreciate. If he has the time and you can spare
him, I’d like to see him again next Thursday evening, if possible,
Sir.”
“We’ll make time
for him to spend with you, Ramrod. We’re pleased to have you
visit, whatever the reason. Would you like to be a little more
specific about what he done for you, Sir?” Shane asked.
“Not at the
breakfast table, Sir.” he grinned and blushed. “I can tell you
about one. I had a big ugly scar from being gored by a bull at a
rodeo when I’s a young man. Somehow, he made it
disappear. The other is a bit more personal.” he blushed.
Monty laughed.
“As his master,
it might be important for me to know, Ramrod.” Shane said sincerely.
“I understand,
Sir. If you’ll walk me down to the gate I’ll be happy to show you
in the barn.”
“That’s
fine. I think we’re finished with our breakfast. Let’s
go. We gotta’ git our day underway. We’ll see you to the
gate.” Shane got up.
Jimmy Joe and
Monty thanked everyone for a wonderful breakfast. Shane and Cole
walked the men down to the gate in the second barn. They arrived
and went inside. Jimmy Joe winked at Monty, undid his big rodeo
belt buckle, unzipped his wranglers and shoved them down so Shane and
Cole could get a good look at his new set of balls. There was no
doubt they were considerably larger than the last time Shane saw
them. They were impressive. Jimmy Joe put his hand under
them and let them fall free to swing back and forth.
“Does it for me,
Ramrod!” Shane laughed and leaned against his pa. Cole was
laughing, too.
“I’m
impressed! Can’t never recall seeing me no finer looking pair.”
Cole allowed.
“I’m glad you
men approve. I like ‘em jes’ fine.” Jimmy Joe pulled up his
Wranglers. “Now if you gentlemen will allow me a private moment with
yore’ handsome young slave, I'd really appreciate it.” he said
quietly.
“Understandable,
Sir. We’ll be waiting outside for you, Monty.” allowed
Shane still laughing. Shane and Cole walked out into the bright
morning sun and were comparing notes. They were still laughing.
“Thanks for your
hospitality, Son. It won’t soon be forgotten. You didn’t
have to
go to all that trouble, but it said you liked me enough to do some’um
nice for me. I appreciate it. You made me feel good about
myself again. In a way, I think you were the answer to my prayer
as well. I’ll look forward to seeing you again real soon.”
Jimmy Joe took
Monty into his arms and kissed him hard and passionately.
“I enjoyed your
visit, Master Jimmy Joe. Thanks for everything. I hope to
see you soon.”
Jimmy Joe turned
and walked through the gate without looking back. Monty’s heart
sank to see him disappear. He wanted to run after him. He
turned and walked out into the bright sunlight to join his master and
ramrod. Shane saw the look on Monty’s face and put his arm around
him.
“I can guarantee
you’ll be seeing more of that old cowboy, Son. You ain’t gonna’
be able to beat him off with a stick. You got a lot going on,
slave-boy. Don’t let it get to you. Don’t let yourself git
overwhelmed. Take one day at a time. You got a busy
day today. Your other family called me early this morning.
Mr. Ong was all upset. He wanted to know what happen to the old
barn and your place. I told him I couldn’t discuss it over the
phone, but I assured him everything was all right. I invited him
and his family
over for Sunday. I told them to bring everyone and not leave
anyone behind. We’ll spend the day with them and tell them
everything. Well, almost everything.” he added. “I want to
continue
to keep the knowledge of the Scarecrow on a need-to-know basis right
now for Dexter’s sake. I done thought a lot about it last
evening. I want you, Professor Wankle and your team to put one of
the adult whale brains in the Scarecrow. I was going to take him
to the lab at Mars port, but I think your team might be more adapt at
fitting the whale brain into him. We will be sailing into
uncharted waters with this experiment.”
Shane went on to
discuss his plans for three or perhaps even four stages of whale brain
development while learning and adjusting to a humanoid form.
Monty was blown away by Shane’s reasoning. He never considered
such a thing, but it made perfect sense to him. Perhaps he was
rushing Dexter’s growing up. Maybe Dexter could benefit from
another, smaller body. He began to exchange all sorts of ideas
with Shane and Cole and the plausibility of their ideas as they
translated into time and the abilities of Monty’s team. The men
started walking back up through the pasture to the big house.
“How did you do those things for Ramrod Russell, Son?” Shane
asked. Monty grinned.
“I honestly
don’t know, Captain Shane. I just thought about it, and it
happened. The scar just disappeared when I ran my fingers over
it. I’s jes’ thinking how much nicer he’d look without that big
white ‘S’ running down his front. I unwittingly made his balls
three times larger than they should be while he was fucking me, because
I wanted him to have a super climax. He did all right. Damn
near blew my ass off. It felt like I had a durn bull up my butt,
but
they’s just way too big that away.” Monty chuckled and the men laughed
with him. “He come bucket's full in my ass last night, but he was
a good sport about it. When I went to change him back, he decided
he didn’t want ‘em like they was before. He wanted ‘em bigger, so
I super-sized ‘um for him. They’s double the size they
were. He likes them that away and I have to say, they do look
mighty fine. Taste good, too. I think I’ll ask him if’n I
can call him Master Big Mac from now on, 'cause they each be quarter
pounders.” Monty grinned. Shane
and Cole howled with laugher.
“We need to get
chu’ with Jesse Watkins and Utah today. I had a feeling them
final spheres might trigger some things in you. I was right, but
h’it ain’t nothing to worry about; you’re just growing up; you’re
coming into your own as a mature hybrid, Son. Ain’t nothing to
fear. With our help, you’ll learn to use your new abilities for
good and we’ll teach you how to cover yore’ butt so’s you don’t bring a
lot of suspicion on yourself.”
“Will my little
brother be joining us today, Captain Shane?” Monty asked.
“Naw, he’s got
his job to do. It’s a weekday. Him and Bobby’s got school’n
all day. He wanted to be my slave, and that’s what I need him to
do for me right now. He’s working for me doing what I need him to
do, but he’s also working for the betterment of our family.
Besides, he’s bonded with Bobby and Gil Morris so tight you couldn’t
separate him from them with a wrecking bar.” Shane smiled at Monty,
“He’s learning an important lesson for himself. He’s learning he
can have other family, so if your lives go in different directions for
a while, he won’t be so devastated like he was when you went to
jail. The hardest part may be for you to let go, but I got me a
feeling you’re taking off in other directions yourself. You’ll be
so busy you’ll come to more greatly appreciate the quality time you
spend with Dex. As an extra bonus, you’ll get to know Bobby
and Gil Morris better. They don’t come no finer than them two
men, Son.” Shane said sincerely.
“I believe you,
Master.”
On the main road
to the ranch, they could see two men wearing white shirts and ties
pedaling their bicycles down the road as fast as they could with Maxine
in hot pursuit, barking and acting like she was going to bite
them. Shane whistled loudly for her to come to him. Maxine
came running up to them all excited.
“Captain
Shane! Captain Shane! I jes’ run two men on bicycles off
the ranch. I met ‘em down the road and asked what business they
had here. They looked surprised at hearing me talk and said some
strange things about praising the lord and their latter day saints,
whoever they is. They told me they was morons what come to spread
the good news of their religion. I told them morons I weren’t
gonna’ let ‘em on the ranch unless they had an appointment.”
“Good for you,
little lady, you’re doing a fine job. You’re earning your keep.”
laughed Shane as he gave her a hug. “Let them ‘morons’ spread
their good news somewheres else. Have you got duties today
or
will you
be joining us?” Shane invited her.
“Naw, Sir,
Captain Shane. It’s a slow day for me. Dexter and Bobby
will be in school all day, and I ain’t allowed to be with them.
Mr. Morris thinks I might be a distraction. Since Bobby and I can
talk mind to mind, he's worried I might give him answers he should come
up with
himself. I wouldn’t do that, but I understand how Mr. Morris
feels. If Boss Potter don’t need me, I’d love to tag along with
you men.”
“Good,
I’ll clear it with him.”
“I know he’ll
let me go if you asked him. He said something yesterday about me
moping around the house all day without Bobby to play with. He
sent me out to herd the ponies, but they’s my friends, they don’t
appreciate being bossed about. So I went down and chased them
wild
ducks from the swimming hole. That was fun for a while. I
had lunch with ma’ cowboy buddies in the bunkhouse. Then I went
to visit Cable, David and Jonathan. They’s all excited about
their visit with you and their father to Monty’s place.” Maxine said
with enthusiasm. Monty was grinning from ear to ear. He
thought Maxine was wonderful. Shane spoke with
Boss Potter and told him what his plans were for the day. He was
anxious to look over the new starship on the
Bandersnatch. Shane asked if he and Maxine would like to go along.
“I can’t today,
Son. I got too damn much paperwork and some things to do for
Judge Anderson. I thought retirement would be relaxed and
leisurely. I’m working harder now than I did when I was on the
bench. Of course, I let everything else slide including the
ranch. If you want a ranch to succeed you have to keep after it
day after day. I don’t know how you and Cole get all the things
done you do. Don’t get me wrong. I’m enjoying every minute
of it and to see the ranch coming alive and prospering is like giving
birth. Please take my devoted companion with you. She’s
been a bit
in the dumps, and I ain’t had time to devote to her, but I promised
her, I will this weekend.”
“How ‘bout
joining us for lunch at Mars Port, Boss? We plan to take Monty to
introduce him to Professor Wankle and get something set up for getting
the Scarecrow a brain.”
“I won’t
promise. I might have lunch with the cowboys, Gil Morris, and
Bobby. We got some shipments arriving this afternoon what Gil and
I need to see to. Don’t eat too much at Mars Port. Remember
tonight is Creole night for us here in the big house and Ms. Biddle is
already in there cooking up a storm. Hoot and Cotton are
coming. Also, you and Cole got two farrier jobs next week.”
“Thanks for the
reminder. We don’t wanna’ miss Creole night.” Shane smiled.
Shane and Cole,
accompanied by Monty and Maxine, left the big house to go to the
bunkhouse to check things out. Most of the cowboys were out
working at various jobs. The cooks just finished cleaning up
after breakfast and were getting ready for lunch. Lunch wasn’t
hard for them. It consisted of slave chow, a nutritional biscuit
and water or coffee. Boss Potter often ate slave chow with the
men as did Gil Morris and Bobby. Boss Potter lost weight since he
was eating better, more healthy foods and getting more exercise from
walking around the ranch so much. He dropped a little over fifty
pounds in a year and was a lean, good looking middle aged man.
The cowboy slaves loved the idea their bosses weren’t too good to eat
the same food they did. Gil Morris was sitting with several of
the cowboys and cooks having another cup of coffee and talking about
the
barbecue for the coming Sunday with the Ong family. They seemed
to have everything under control.
“Mr. Morris,
could you order some paint for us to paint the new barn?”
“Sure, Mr.
Goodnight, what color would you like?”
“You got any
suggestions, Son?” Shane asked Monty.
“Either a barn
red, a silver gray, or maybe a dark brown with some green mixed
in. It would blend in more with the surroundings, Master.”
“Can you make up
a color you want this evening and get it to Mr. Morris by tomorrow
morning. They can mix almost any color. I don’t care about
the color, just as long as it looks good. Can you estimate the
amount of paint the men will need?”
“Yes, Sir, I’ll
do it this evening.” Monty agreed.
Shane explained
he wanted the leather working machines moved to the barn in the same
place they came from, but he wanted Monty to be there to supervise
instillation. He wanted it scheduled for Saturday morning.
He told Gil, he and Cole would be gone most of the day, but would be
back late afternoon to take care of some personal business. Phil
Pie was sitting with them listening to everything.
“Have you and
Monty had a chance to talk, Phil?” Shane asked.
“Yes, Sir, we
talked for a little while last evening. I understand he’ll be
staying with us until the end of his baby-slave period, unless you give
him permission for a night in his place like last night.”
“Yes, that’s
right. I’ll okay him entertaining you, Eli, or any of the other
lead cowboys down there for an evening if you want. I’ll leave
that up to you. If you want him to entertain any of the other
cowboys they’ll have to make do in his room here in the bunkhouse.”
“Yes, Sir, I
understand. Ain’t too likely. The others are the cooks and
the cowboys from Master Charlie’s ranch, but they’s paired off; the
four
volunteers is paired off; then there’s Loud and Fuzzy, but their
slave
daddies told them Monty’s off limits to them.” he smiled.
“Well, I’ll
leave that to your judgment. I thought it might be a nice treat
for you men to get away from the bunkhouse for an evening, and I
understand from Ramrod Russell our new slave is a good host.” Shane
grinned.
“We wouldn’t
expect anything less from him, Sir.” Phil winked at Monty and smiled.
“Monty will be
with me, Ramrod Cole and Maxine most of the day.” Shane informed
them. “Can you handle things here today, gentlemen?” he addressed
them all including Gil Morris.
“No problem,
Foreman Goodnight.” Gil Morris smiled.
The men and
Maxine left the bunkhouse and headed down to the old barn. It was
still early morning and the critters were eating their morning
feed. The men talked as they walked through the first pasture,
over the hill and down into the next.
“What do you
plan to do with them boots you made, Son?” Cole asked.
“Whatever my
master wants to do with them, Sir.” Monty replied.
“You got any
ideas, Son?” Shane asked.
“Yes, Sir,
there’s exactly fifteen pair left; eight for ma’ slave daddies and
four for my bossmen. Ain’t thought about the other three pair,
but
one of them is Master Angus’ size, one pair is Master Charlie's size,
and the other is Admiral Long’s size.”
“Wait a minute,
Son? You gonna’ tell us you made a pair to fit almost every
cowboy on the ranch without knowing they’s size before hand?”
“Yes, Sir, but I
didn’t consciously think on it that way. It just happened; sort
a’ like I told you about put’n them boots back for Ramrod
Russell. I knew they was meant for him, but I didn’t know how or
why.”
“Well, maybe
we’ll find out more today. There was six months between the time
you made them boots and coming to be my slave. Does that tell you
anything?”
“Yes, Sir, it
does. It says I got someone watching over me.”
“I got me a
feel’n if you got a pair a’ them boots what are my big brother’s size,
you’re meant to give ‘em to him for a reason. I couldn’t think of
nothing better to endear you to my brother than give’n him a pair of
yore' buckaroo boots. He’s like ever' other cowboy; they got a
weakness for boots and saddles. You’ll have that old man eat’n
out a’
yore’ hand, but beware, he jes’ might wanna’ repay you by fuck’n you
real good.”
“‘At don’t sound
too bad a’ tall.” Monty chuckled, “As a slave, could I make that part
of
the present?” Monty grinned. Shane and Cole laughed.
“Hell, if’n ya’
do, we won't never git rid a' that old cowboy.” said Cole drolly.
Shane
agreed
and they laughed again.
They reached the
old barn and went inside. Maxine already scratched the post, said
her name and the gate sprang up. Monty smiled to himself.
It would take him some time to get used to these advanced ideas in such
a rural setting, but he had to admit it was a perfect cover for the
Grange and its wonders. Maxine bounded down the corridor with her
usual enthusiasm to greet Cable, David and Jonathan. They
always stopped what they were doing to make over her and tell her how
great she was looking. There were several other people in sickbay
Monty didn’t recognize. He knew Jesse Watkins and Utah, but he
didn’t know the humongous lummox or the fine looking, middle-aged
cowboy who seemed to be his companion. They were introduced to
him as
Warren Steele and his mate Horse. Monty thought ‘Horse’ a fitting
name for the monster. The other two men Cable introduced as Jack
Hall and his mate, Buck Hall. Jack Hall looked a little like
Ramrod Russell, but he was a bigger man than Jimmy Joe.
Buck Hall was huge and had a body to match his size. Even though
he was wearing Western clothes, Monty could tell Buck had the pecs of
death and a body that narrowed down to a ‘V’ which ended with the
smallest, most perfect looking ass he could ever remember seeing on a
man. He looked almost too perfect to be real.
“These men heard
about you through Utah and me, Monty. We been sing’n your
praises,
and they wanted to meet you. You’ll meet a lot of new people in
the coming days. Jack and Buck Hall run an Inn on Captain Waco’s
ship the Buttercup. Warren Steele and Horse live with them and
work as critter wranglers for them and the Grange. These four men
also run and manage another Inn on this ship, the Bandersnatch.
Utah and I call the Inn on the Buttercup our home. Something
directed me to bring these men to meet you.” said Jesse Watkins.
“It’s good to
meet you, gentlemen.” Monty quickly glanced at Shane for a signal
whether he
was suppose to pay homage to their boots or not. He didn’t get
anything from him so he asked. “Master Shane, should I go through
the slave ritual with these men?”
“H’it ain’t
required on board the ships, Son, less'n you spot a pair of boots what
makes yore’ mouth water.” he grinned at Monty. “In your case, for
right now, you better let me make that judgment for you or we won’t
git nothing else done today.” Shane laughed sharing Monty’s weakness
for a handsome pair of boots. Monty recognized
two things immediately. There was another entity in the room with
them and Buck Hall wasn’t what he appeared to be. He was
some kind of hybrid. Monty could hear an extra heartbeat in the
room. He got a strange look on his face.
“What wrong,
Son?” Jesse asked him.
“There’s another
heartbeat in the room.” he said quietly.
“Of course there
is, Horse is pregnant with Warren and his bairn.” Jesse smiled.
“I guess you don’t know about lummox and their varied ways of having
children. Mr. Steele carried Horse’s son for several months, gave
birth to him a couple of weeks ago and now Horse is carrying the baby
in his pouch where it will remain for several more months. It
comes out a couple of times a day to feed from his daddy’s
teats.” Jesse explained. Monty nodded he understood, but he
really didn’t.
“And Master Buck
Hall is a hybrid. Is he like us, Sir?” Monty asked.
“No, he ain’t
like us, Monty, but you being able to pickup on it is nothing short of
amazing. Have you had other things happen to you since we last
spoke?” Jesse inquire.
“A few,
Sir. I don’t know how or why. Captain Shane thinks it may
be because the final spheres triggered something in me.” Monty went on
to describe the happenings of the night before with Ramrod Russell and
about the boots being the exact size of the men he would come to know
and love. The men had a good laugh when Monty described
Jimmy Joe’s reaction to his new balls. Monty’s curiosity got the
better of him.
“How are you
different, Mr. Hall?” Monty asked him.
“You’re among
friends, Son. Ain’t a one of these men what ain’t seen you naked
and admired you at one time or another. Show the handsome
slave-boy.” Jack Hall ordered his mate.
“Yes, Sir.” Buck
answered his husband and didn’t hesitate to undo his belt buckle and
drop his pants. Instead of seeing a penis proportionate to Buck's
body like Monty expected,
Buck Hall had the finest looking little cunt Monty ever saw. He
immediately got an erection, and his dick started to drool
copiously.
“Ho-lee
shit! Oh, my,
God! Excuse me, master. Excuse me, gentlemen." Monty
grinned from ear to ear, "I know'd you ain’t no woman, Mr. Hall,
and yet you got a--- a
vagina.
Forgive my excitement, Sir, but that’s gotta' be the purdiest dang
thing I ever
did see.” Monty
said in awe. “And I want me one jes’ like it.” he said sincerely.
Jesse
explained how Buck came to to the Grange as a eunuch, fell in love with
Jack Hall, they decided to get married and he and Utah gave him a
vagina as a wedding present.
“Now, why would
you want a vagina, young man?” Warren Steele asked Monty.
“For his ramrod
he entertained last night.” said Cole and Shane agreed with him.
“Could you give
up your male organs, Son?” Jack Hall asked him.
“Naw, Sir, I
wouldn’t have to. If Master Jesse and Utah show me how it’s
done, I think I can find my way back. Then I can shift myself
anytime I
want. I also want them to change me into a brother for Maxine.”
“One thing at a
time, young man. You really think you can change back?” Jesse
asked him sincerely.
“I know I can,
Master Jesse, once you and Utah show me how to git there.”
“I think he’s
telling the truth, Master.” said Utah. I can sense it in
him. He may be stronger than both of us put together.”
“Now might be as
good a time as any to tell you and your master what we found, Son.”
Cable spoke to Monty. “As we suspected your body is
self-replicating. Like Admiral Long, Jesse and Utah, and
several other of our folks you have the stuff of
immortality. Potentially you can live forever if you don’t suffer
some catastrophe. We give the longshot to our people because it
will greatly enhance the length of their lives, but they were not
naturally born with the gift the way you were. You’re blood is
the most
unique we’ve ever seen. You’re the only human we’ve ever tested
who has a triple stranded DNA helix. It’s not new to us.
The lummox or Volgoron race is the only known race in several galaxies
who have similar DNA, but yours is more unique and somewhat more
complex than theirs. We don’t know all the ramifications of your
DNA yet. It’s so far advanced it would be futile to
speculate. One thing we do know is, as with the lummox race, you
have only begun to realize your full potential. There is no
telling what you might be able to do or how much you might be able to
accomplish. We do know you have the capability to become a great
healer for several races. We would like to get full body scans of
you and your brain this morning. It won’t take long.” Cable
said.
“We got time,
Brother.” Shane told Cable. “Let them take pictures, Son.
They won’t hurt you none.” Shane ordered Monty.
Monty agreed and
Cable had him undress. He was a little shy to strip in front of
all the men, but he remembered he was Captain Shane’s slave and
shouldn’t be ashamed. He remember his ramrod’s wise words about a
slave not having to worry about things like that. He was
comfortable with his body and if he wasn’t, he could change himself to
look any way he wanted to appear. On a whim, he thought he might
try it and changed himself to look exactly like a double for Ramrod
Russell, complete with a newly augmented set of balls just like his
ramrod’s. The other men gasped. Jesse slapped his leg and
laughed out loud. Utah giggled like a school boy. Even
Cable was a bit taken aback. Maxine barked at him and jumped up
and down.
“Is that you,
Monty? That’s so cool.” she effused.
“Them’s a nice
set of balls, Son.” Jesse complimented Monty.
“Thank you,
Sir. I thought they sort of complimented my ramrod master’s
cock. Don’t he have a handsome penis? He shore’ knows how
to use it, too. Finest fuck’n I ever done had last night.” Monty
sounded just like Jimmy Joe. It was like he changed himself
to show off his handy work.
“The only other
cowboy I’d put in Jimmy Joe Russell’s class is Warren’s boy, Sonny.”
said Jack Hall.
“Of course, I
knew I know’d that name! The great Sonny Steele is your son,
Master Steele?” Monty asked in the form of Jimmy Joe Russell.
“He’s my boy,
Monty, or should I call you ‘ramrod’?”
“Naw, Sir,
forgive me, I’s jes’ show’n off.” he immediately changed back to
his previous form.
“You gonna’
change to be my brother, Monty?” Maxine was jumping on him.
“I’d love to,
Miss Maxine, but I don’t know how, yet. I got a bucket full of
Ramrod Russell’s DNA uploaded into me last night so it was easy for me
to copy him. I got his blueprint on file. If Master Jesse
and Utah show me the way, I can do it anytime we want to run and play.”
“That would be
so neat!” exclaimed Maxine.
“Wait,
sweetheart, until Cable gets his tests run. Then if Master Jesse
and Utah will supervise I’ll let Monty try it.” said Captain Shane.
Cable asked if
Monty needed a gown, but he declined. It seemed warm enough in
sickbay. Cable, David and Jonathan quickly ran their test and
were done in no time. The men were talking excitedly among
themselves, but Monty could only pick up a few words from time to
time. He was in another room and they were watching holo-screens
built into a thick glass wall that separated the two rooms. When
they were through, Shane told him not to put on his clothes yet.
“What do you
want to try first, Son, becoming one of man’s best friends or changing
his other best friend into a pussy?” Jesse grinned.
“If I don’t try
to become a canine first, I think Maxine’s gonna’ chase me down like
one of them morons she almost bit this morning.” Monty laughed and got
a laugh from Shane, Cole and Maxine. Jesse placed his hand on
Utah’s head and in his other held his staff. A bright light shown
forth from his rod and the men watched as Monty changed into a
beautiful male Border Collie. He started running around and
bouncing up and down like Maxine. He ran over to Maxine and
stopped right in front of her and tried to make himself stand taller
and look bigger than her. His tail came up over his back like any
male who approached a female dog might.
“What da’ ya’
think, Maxine?” he whispered to her.
“I think you’re
quite handsome, Monty. You’re certainly more handsome than my
brothers.” she showed her perfect teeth in a smile. “May I sniff
your butt?” she asked.
“Of course, if’n
I can sniff yours.” they didn’t wait for answers. They were
at each other’s butt breathing in all the wonderful smells and flavors
of each other. Monty was blown away at the increased sense of
hearing and smell he gained. He gently licked Maxine’s little
hole. He could tell everything about her from one taste;
approximately how old she was; whether she was a virgin; if she had a
litter; if she was currently seeing someone; and all about her
health. He could even tell she had a deeply emotional set back
before she came to live with Boss Potter on his ranch, but now, she was
very healthy and emotionally sound. If only he had those senses
with his ramrod, how much more exciting it would’ve been for him.
On second thought, he didn’t know how it might be more exciting.
Jimmy Joe was pretty damn fine just the way he was.
“This is
incredible. I can tell everything about you, Maxine. You’re
coming into your first estrus very soon, little lady.” Monty declared
like a protective big brother.
“What’s estrus,
and do you really think I’m pretty, Monty?” she fished.
“When I first
saw you as a human, I done told myself you’s about the purddiest dang
pup I ever done laid eyes on. Now that I’m looking at you through
the eyes of your own kind, you are very beautiful to me, like a
princess, but unless yore’ master told you about estrus, I don’t think
it’s my place to explain it to you. Maybe you should ask Cable
about it later.” Monty said.
“Okay, you two,
that’s enough for right now. I’ll talk to Boss Potter this
evening and he can decide when and how Missy Maxine should be told
about the birds and the bees.” Shane interrupted. “We got more
stuff to do today. Can you change yourself back, Monty?”
“I think so,
Captain Shane.” The men watched as the dog slowly transformed
back into the human he was before. He was slower than Jesse and
Utah were changing him. He asked about it.
“You’ll gain
speed as you do it more. Besides, we had the advantage of another
technology you don’t know about yet, but you will. You ready for
your next challenge?” Jesse asked.
“I hope so, Sir.”
Once again
Jesse’s rod burst forth with a bright, blinding light and the men
gathered to look at Monty’s crotch. His male organs were gone and
in their place was a small vagina just like Buck Hall’s. He even
had a tiny piss hole right in the middle of the area cowboy’s call the
t’ain’t. It’s between the asshole and the cunt. He didn’t
feel female. He felt like he sensed in Buck Hall. He knew
he was now a hybrid. He was a man with a woman’s plumbing.
He could feel his balls were relocated somewhere within his lower body
cavity. It was remarkable.
“Fan-tastic!”
exclaimed Monty. “This is wonderful. Thanks, Master Jesse
and Utah.” the men laughed he was so excited. No one did anything
but just gawk for a few minutes. Buck Hall was so impressed with
Monty’s bravery he went to him and gave him a hug.
“He’s yore’
slave, Captain Shane, you gonna’ examined him? It’s your right
and duty to inspect your slave no matter the sex.” challenged Jack Hall
with a big grin. He laughed to himself. He imagined Shane
probably never saw female sex organs before. Jack was so worldly
he almost envied Shane’s innocence... almost. All the men looked
at Shane for a decision. There were wicked grins on a
couple of faces.
“What?
Why me? I ain’t ashamed to admit I ain’t never been with a woman
in ma’ life. You know a hell of a lot more about them things than
I do, Mr. Hall. I wouldn’t know what to do. Sweet Jesus,
for all I know, there might be teeth inside that thing.” Shane cringed
and the men fell out laughing at the big man.
“Oh, there
is! They’s big uns, too.” Jack shook his head, “You gotta’ be
careful with
‘um, treat ‘em real nice and gentle-like and make damn sure you don’t
make no sudden moves
around ‘em. You never know when one’ll flash and go crazy and
bite chore’ hand plumb clean off, to say nothing of all them cowboys
out there what have to go to sleep at night without something between
their legs to play with, ‘cause they done hooked up with a wild
one. As long as you pet ‘em and stroke ‘em, and treat ‘em real
gentle like, they’ll be yore' friend.” Jack had the men rolling on the
floor laughing.
“In that case,
since you be such a renown pussy wrangler and know how to break ‘um to
yore’ saddle, would you like to inspect him for me, Sir?” Shane asked
shyly with a look of mock horror on his face. Everyone was
laughing at their exchange. Jack Hall took pity on Shane and
moved to stand in front of Monty. Cable handed him a pair of
examination gloves and Jack pulled them on as the dust from the powder
flew about.
“Hop up here on
the table, Son.” Jack patted the cold steel exam table in back of
Monty. Monty put the heels of his hands on the edge and lifted
his butt onto it. It was cold but the warmth of his body soon
equalized the extremes. He held his legs apart for Jack to
inspect him. Monty was excited, but he trusted these men.
Jack placed his left hand firmly on Monty’s back just below his
shoulder, but with his right hand he slowly and gently began to explore
Monty’s new cunt. Jack was an experienced hand and Monty could
tell by his touch he knew what he was doing. It felt wonderful to
Monty. He moved his legs further apart and pushed his hips
forward to meet Jack Hall’s penetrations. After he felt around
inside and played with Monty’s small rock-hard clit, Jack began to
gently fuck Monty with his fingers. Monty let out a deep sigh and
several ‘ooohs’ and ‘awwws’ as he leaned back on his elbows and threw
his head back. He didn’t need to see what Master Hall was doing,
the feelings running through every nerve cell in his body were
unbelievable. He began to moan softly like he was in ecstasy and
once in a while he’d let out a deep groan. All the men, including
Shane, had wet spots at their crotches and shifted uneasily in their
boots. Jack moved his left hand to Monty’s stomach area and began
to rub and massage him as he continued to fuck Monty ever deeper with
his hand. He finger fucked Monty for quite a while until the
young man was almost coming off the table to meet Jack’s big, rough
cowboy hand in his cunt. It was like his whole body was begging
Jack for more. Jack took it almost to the point of no return,
then withdrew and left Monty panting for breath.
“Ain’t nothing
wrong with that little cunt. It’s perfect.” Jack declared,
“Responds
jes’ like a tame, sweet little pussy should. Got chore’self a
fine piece there, boy. Looks like you pert-well got all the bases
covered, Son. Now, you can change yore’self into a dog or a pussy
as you please.” he smiled at Monty, then laughed.
“Thanks, Master
Hall, that felt wonderful. I can only imagine how it will feel
with Ramrod Jimmy Joe inside me.”
“Take it from
me, slave, if he’s anything like my husband, you’ll never wanna’ change
back.” said Buck Hall who was usually pretty quiet. Jack looked
at his mate and grinned real big.
“Now, see if you
can change back, Son.” Shane urged him. Monty changed much
quicker this time. In an instant his cunt was gone and his penis
and testicles returned. Jack Hall went to him again and without
hesitation took Monty’s balls in his gloved hands and gently felt them
to make sure they were all right. He stroked Monty’s penis until
he got him fully erect. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind it
wasn’t a sexual act on Jack’s part. It was like he was inspecting
a piece of livestock. Just like any of the many other critters he
and Buck cared for, he wanted to make sure the young man was whole
again. The other men smiled to know Jack Hall was a caring man no
matter the specie or the critter.
“Ever’ thing
seems to be in good working order. Congratulations, Son, Jimmy
Joe Russell don’t know what a lucky man he jes’ become. I’m
sure he’ll enjoy your little cunt. God knows I love my
mate’s. Finest I ever had. Wouldn’t trade him for a sack of
potatoes.” Jack said sincerely, laughed and patted Monty on his back.
“Thanks again,
Master Hall. I appreciate your concern, Sir.”
“Monty, you
understand, we just gave you the same plumbing Buck has?” asked Jesse
Watkins. “It would’ve been much more complicated to turn you into
a fully functional female, but we can do it. We changed the Holy
Father. He’s now pregnant with Brett Jones’ son.”
“That’s okay,
Sir, I wouldn’t wanna’ git pregnant without my master’s permission no
ways. I know enough to git me there and back to please my
master. You gimme’ what I wanted. I can’t thank you and
Utah enough. You just made two cowboys very happy, a salve and
his ramrod master, but his master don’t know it yet.” Monty chuckled
and the men laughed. They could only imagine the look on Ramrod
Russell’s face when Monty unveiled his new sex organs for him.
"That old cowboy's gonna' think he done died and went to heaven."
said Warren Steele as he slapped his knee and broke into
laughter. The other men agreed with him as they joined him in
laughter.
* * * * *
* *
Shane invited
the men to join them to look over their new spaceship. Jesse and
Utah decided to join them but Jack and Buck Hall had to get back to the
Inn on the Bandersnatch. They had some business which required
their presence. Horse and Warren had chores to do at both
Inns. It would soon be time for their bairns morning feeding and
they wanted to be in a more comfortable place. They each hugged
or shook Monty’s hand welcoming him into their family and the
Grange. Monty was especailly impressed with the huge
lummox. As big as he was, Monty thought he was one of the finest
looking anthropoids he ever saw. The men,
accompanied by Maxine, headed off to the Gopher bay, as Kyron began to
refer to it. Monty liked the ring of it and wondered to himself
if that might be a good name for his ship, ‘Gopher Bay.’ The idea
of a bay of gophers seemed to add an upscale, yuppie, nautical touch he
found appealing; like a place in California he heard about one
time, Cardiff-by-the-sea. He could imagine racing his expensive
yacht and giving it a humorous, witty name: the ‘Gopher Bay,’ which
said money wasn’t really important to him, only the whimsical things it
could buy.
“I don’t care, I
like the name.” he mumbled to himself.
“I do, too.”
spoke Maxine who was walking along by his side tapping his thoughts.
“What are you
two talk’n about?” Shane asked amused.
“Monty wants to
name his ship the ‘Gopher Bay.” Maxine blurted out. The men
looked at each other and smiled.
“Why not?
I like that name. Does it for me.” said Shane as they arrived at
the door to the bay. Once inside the men were amazed. Even
Monty was blown away by the sheer size and physical beauty of the
vessel. They started to walk toward it, and as was her nature,
Maxine ran ahead of everyone. Before it crossed Shane’s mind to
issue her a warning to be cautious, she ran into something and bumped
her head. She yelped and fell back crying. Instantly, a
beam of dark purple light shot out from the ship and zapped her.
She set dazed and stunned. The men rushed to her. Monty got
to her first. He put his hand on her. He didn’t sense
anything wrong with her.
“You all right,
little sister?” he asked her. “Did that purple light hurt you?”
“I think I’m
okay, Monty. I bumped my head, and it hurt. The light
didn’t hurt me none. It apologized and took away my pain. I
feel much better. It told me there was a protective shell of
solid energy around the ship and can’t be penetrated by any means
unless you got the key. It told me it hopes I feel better soon
and
to have a nice day.” Monty held her for a minute and transferred
some of his ‘togetherness’ to her. She felt him pouring his
‘feeling-better’ energy into her and licked his face in thanks.
“That’s so
sweet, little sister. I won’t warsh that spot for a week.” he
joked.
“I feel safe
when you’re around, big brother.” she told him.
“Okay, Son, what
did you do with the car keys?” Shane asked Monty like an irritated
parent. The men laughed.
“I 'on’t have a
clue, Captain Shane. I was hoping you might pull another rabbit
out of the hat and one of your simple answers might do the trick.”
Monty grinned.
“Did I detect a
note of sarcasm in that statement, slave-boy?” Shane asked
incredulously, then laughed.
“You deserved
that, odd job.” Cole gigged him.
“You might be
right, Pa, but nevertheless, it pays to consider the more simple
options. Let’s start with the basics. Introduce yourself,
Son. Tell it your full name.”
“Hey, there,
Gopher." Monty spoke to it waving his hand, "If there’s an
intelligence on
board, this here’s Montana
Polaris Dundee speaking. I come to claim you for me and my
master. Can you drop yore’ shield and allow us to come aboard?”
Monty humbly asked. Nothing happened.
“Try your name
again using your rightful last name, Son.” Cole suggested. Monty
tried using Hayden and still nothing happened. Jesse and Utah
suggested several things but nothing seemed to work. They were
getting frustrated. Maxine was the only one who didn’t suggest
anything. Monty turned to her.
“You got any
ideas, little sister?” he asked.
“I know when
Bobby and I play with his computer and he can’t remember a password to
get into some site he wants to visit, he can asked for a clue and it
will ask him a question like: what city was he born in; his
mother’s maiden name; or his pet’s name? He used my name lots of
times. If he gave the correct answer, the computer would give him
the password.”
“Brilliant!”
said Jesse.
“Of course!”
agreed Shane.
“What do I do?”
Monty asked her.
“Let me try,
Monty.” she said. Maxine slowly walked to the invisible wall and
put her paw out. She felt the wall and walked closer. She
stood on her hind paws and placed her front paws on the wall.
She was standing with the invisible wall supporting her.
Suddenly, the purple beam shot out and surrounded her. Monty was
going to rush to her to pull her away, but Shane stopped him.
“Wait, Son, hold
on! It didn’t hurt her before. I don’t think it’s hurting
her now. I can barely hear her in my mind, but she’s talking with
it.
They’re communicating.” Shane paused for a moment, “I can’t believe
it!” he exclaimed.
“What?” urged
Cole.
“She’s singing
to it.” Shane said in awe, then laughed.
The beam lasted
a couple more minutes then stopped, and Maxine fell forward onto her
front paws. The wall was gone. She ran up to the ship and
turned around with a pleased look on her face.
“We’ll
c’mon! What’s keeping you men? You wanna’ go aboard or
not?” she said with a toss of her pretty little head. She was
obviously pleased with herself.
“What did you
do, little sister?” Monty quizzed her.
“The ship wanted
to know all about you and me. I told them you were my big
brother. It asked me if you ever sang a song
to me about gophers. I told it you did on several occasions, and
I remembered the funny little dance you done while you sang it. I
showed ‘em your dance in my mind, and they laughed. It was a
silly song about following a gopher down his hole. You told me
your mother sang it to you when you were sad to make you laugh.
You called it the Gopher song. They asked me if I would sing the
song, and I did.”
Maxine threw
back her pretty head and began to sing, moving her small body from
sided to side and bouncing on one foot then the other like a metronome
marking time to the lilting quick-step signature.
“Gopher, gopher,
digging for gold, take me with you down your hole, show me where you
lay your head, invite me to dinner and then to bed. Build me a
fire to warm my soul then give me a key to all your gold. Half
for my master and half for me, I’ll dance at your wedding and eat some
brie. When you wed I’ll return your gold, double the portion for
you to hold. Ask me no questions, and I’ll tell you no lies;
build me a
ship what will sail the skies. Gopher, gopher, digging for gold,
take me with you down your hole.” Maxine ended abruptly and got a look
of supreme satisfaction on her face. She was so proud of herself
she positively radiated happiness. The men applauded and laughed.
“Good girl,
Maxine! Well done, little lady!” Shane grabbed her and lavished
his affections on her. Monty was next. Even stoic Cole was
bestowing her with his love. Jesse and Utah were greatly
impressed with the pup. They never saw anything like her
before. The men were so relieved they couldn’t stop giggling and
laughing among themselves. The beautiful ship opened itself to
them and the wonders it held were far too many for them to comprehend
in one day. Maxine was a cherished guest aboard the ship, and it
shamelessly courted her affections. Shane and Monty made sure the
onboard artificial intelligence would let them come again before they
left, but it was wrong to
call the intelligence ‘artificial.’ Like some of the human brains
on board their ships, it was far more sophisticated than to be referred
to as artificial. They spent the morning exploring the interior
of the vast ship. The beautiful vessel was one giant
Tesseract.*
The shell of the ship was of one dimension, but the
interior was much larger. It was huge because of the
hyper-dimensions generated by the ship. The ship gave them a
rather long, involved introductory, advanced spaceship design for
dummies video lecture showing them many of its capabilities. The
men were wowed. There were no words to describe it. They
wondered among themselves if the one individual understanding more
about the ship than they was Maxine. She was soaking up knowledge
from the ship like it was a cold bowl of iced cream on a hot summer’s
day. She would sit and shudder from time to time as the
information came faster and faster. She would bark at the screen,
and it would slow down for her. They learned some pretty
miraculous things about the ship and were exhausted by noon. They
only scratched the surface.
“Come,
gentlemen. We need to leave the Gopher Bay and grab us some
food.
We still have to visit Mars port. We have a luncheon appointment
with Professor Wankle, his assistant and I believe Darryl will be
joining us from Venus. Will you gentlemen join us? We’d
enjoy your company.” Monty invited Jesse and Utah.
“We ain't got no
plans for the day. We ain’t been to Mars port in a while.
My companion tells me he’d like to visit so we’ll be happy
to join you, Captain Shane. Besides, being with you men and Miss
Maxine is like waiting for the other boot to drop. We don’t
wanna’ miss a thing. We can’t imagine what will happen next.”
Jesse smiled at them and shook his head in wonder.
The men
left the ‘Gopher Bay,’ the new name Monty unofficially bestowed upon
the ship, and returned to sickbay. There they met up with Admiral
Long, Charlie, Captain Waco and his mate Captain Vinceeth, and his
clone brother Indigo/Blue. Ox wasn’t with them. Cable saw
them to the Mars gate and opened it. It wasn’t like the smaller
gates. It was much larger and a bit intimidating to Monty, but
Maxine reassured him there was nothing to it. With her confidence
and gentle urging, he calmed down. When they walked through they
were greeted with a huge banner that proclaimed: Welcome to Goodnight
Station, Mars Port. Monty was blown away.
“It’s named
after Captain Shane, Monty.” Maxine whispered. “He’s a hero on Mars and
Venus.”
They no sooner
arrived than a crowd of people descended upon Shane and Cole for their
autographs. Others recognized Captain Waco and Captain Vinceeth,
two more of their heroes. The Admiral and Charlie managed to duck
the crowd by standing close to Jesse and Utah. Monty stayed
back with Jesse, Utah and Maxine, but was overwhelmed at the devotion
these folks seemed to have for his master. He already had a high
regard for Shane, but it tripled and quadrupled. He thought back
on what they experienced on the Gopher and knew he wouldn’t have been
ready for it if it weren’t for the greatest and the least among
them. Where did he hear that before, the least among you shall
lead? No matter, wherever it came from, it came true that day.
“Come,
Monty! Come, Maxine! While they’re busy with their adoring
fans, we’ll take you to the balcony to see the wonders of Mars
Port.” Admiral Long called to them.
“Brace yourself,
big brother.” Maxine whispered to him, “You ain't gonna' be prepared
for what
you’re about to see. They always keep the wonders of Mars Port
from new folks like yourself. Why? You wouldn’t believe
them anyway.” she giggled.
“Thanks, sweet
heart. Stay close in case I git scared.” he admonished her.
“With you I ain’t never afraid.” he returned her earlier
compliment. Maxine remembered and giggled. Jesse, Utah,
Maxine and Monty walked out onto the main observation deck or
balcony. Monty walked very slowly with his mouth open. This
was more than he could comprehend. Spaceships, artificial
companions, talking and teaching spheres, computers, Hommynids and
morphing---no problem, but this--- this was beyond reason. He
loved animals of all kinds, but this was like having a huge banquet of
his favorite Chinese dishes set before him. He became weak in the
knees, knelt next to Maxine and hugged her to him as tears streamed
down his face.
“I’m so glad
you’re with me, little sister. You spoke the truth. This is
truly incredible. It makes me and all my accomplishments feel
insignificant by comparison. This is a monumental achievement.”
he said in awe.
“I told you so.”
she gave him a quick kiss. Monty stole a kiss, too.
“Is that people
I see down there among them?”
“Oh, yes,
Monty. We can go down there and walk among them. You have
to remove your clothes so’s they will trust you.” she explained.
“Is that where
Bobby learned about horses trusting him if he was naked?” Monty asked.
“No, he learned
that on his own when he learned to talk with the ponies
mind-to-mind. His experience with the horses better prepared him
for this. They took to Bobby right away. They’ll do the
same with you, but you don’t have to worry about that, you can
just morph into one of them.” she reminded him.
“Ain’t tried
that yet, but it sounds exciting.” Monty laughed. “I’d like to become a
big ole stallion and see how large my...”
“Monty,
please! I’m a lady.” Maxine giggled.
“How did you
know what I’s gonna’ say?” he laughed.
“You sent me a
picture of it, silly.” she laughed. “Nice one, too!” she declared and
laughed again.
“You think we’ll
git to go down and visit a spell?” he asked.
“Probably.
Don’t see why not. The ride down is worth the trip. Ain’t
much to see in the whale brain lab. It ain’t like your ship,
Monty. It’s pretty boring. They’ve had them poor whale
brains for over a year now, but they ain’t done a lot with ‘em. I
think they plan to place one into a scout-ship like Captain Shane’s
Bluebonnet. They got one body on order from the Daleks, but I
hear
talk them machines is slower than molasses on a cold winter's
day. It
won’t be ready until fall. From what I hear, it will be a big
sucker; as big as our lummox Horse to accommodate the larger brain
size. I don’t see why they don’t jes’ create a Tesseract
within the brain cavity of any size artificial body, and then they’d
have all the room they need. They could put any size brain inside
a smaller space. They could put one the size of the Bandersnatch
inside. Ain’t nothing to it. We learned today how it’s
done.” She looked at Monty like she was annoyed at their slowness and
what she considered a perfectly reasonable solution. He
laughed. She was right. They probably never thought about
it. He imagined Maxine was living proof a much larger brain could
exist inside a smaller head.
“Thanks, Monty,
that was a sweet thought.” she whispered and leaned against his leg.
“T’weren’t
nothing but the truth, pretty lady.” Monty smiled.
Soon they were
joined by Captain Shane and Cole. Shane was somewhat embarrassed
and apologized for their delay. They assured him it was okay,
they were enjoying the view. They went to the restaurant and were
joined by Professor Henri Wankle, his assistant Delfee McNair and her
fiancé Darryl. Delfee and Darryl became engaged the
month before at a big celebration at Mars Port. It was the social
event of the season. As the men were waiting the flying horses
came to a landing area not far from the restaurant where visitors could
watch them be fed up close by staff from the restaurant. They
were
mostly Visallian warriors who were completely naked and had volunteered
for the duty. The flying horses rotated who would come and who
would stay back. They always included several of the youngest
ponies who were just learning to fly and would sometime have to be
helped by their parents. It was purely a tourist attraction, but
a wonderful one, nonetheless. Monty was enthralled by them, he
immediately had an urge to morph and go fly away with them. Jesse
was standing next to him.
“Don’t rush it,
Son. It will come. You’ll have your chance to fly with
them. For right now, small steps. Learn to control your own
world before you leap off a balcony.”
The men had a
light lunch. Shane told Monty to order anything he wanted.
It was
all being paid for by Darryl’s corporation. Monty knew better but
he ordered an oriental chicken dish. It wasn’t very good but it
was edible. Shane ordered some beef flavored dog chow for Maxine
and some distilled water. There was much talk around the table
about Monty and Dexter and some of his accomplishments, but Monty
noticed the Admiral and Captain Shane were reticent to tell too much
about Monty’s hidden laboratories. Perhaps they were waiting to
get away from the restaurant crowd to speak privately with Professor
Wankle. Darryl tried to draw Monty into conversation.
“Is there
anything I can get you, young man, as a memento of your first visit to
Mars Port? I know the rules on Earth, a slave can't
own personal possessions, but perhaps Captain Shane could own
something for you, and he might hold it in safe keeping.”
Darryl smiled. Monty looked at Shane for guidance. Shane
nodded his approval. Monty was mildly surprised.
“I would very
much like to have one of the Captain Shane action figures to keep in my
quarters, Sir, which my master and the Grange now own.” Monty said.
“No
problem.” Darryl reached into the coat pocket of his fine
suit and pulled out a wallet. He took out a card and wrote
something on the back. He handed it to Monty. “Take this to
any one of the gift shops in the hotel, they will give you one for
the card, Son, and I hope you enjoy it. I have one sitting on my
dresser in my quarters. Captain Shane keeps watch over
everything, and it’s a constant reminder for me what can be
accomplished by a determined few.” Darryl said sincerely. Monty
took the card and thanked him.
After lunch they
visited Professor Wankle’s lab and met some of the whale brains.
Monty’s heart went out to them. They were in a dark lab and only
taken into bright light to help replenish some of their energy.
They were being artificially fed, but it wasn’t clear how much or
exactly what kind of energy. Monty grew more and more
depressed. He saw the two defunct brains and felt very sad.
He wanted to steal one and take it back to his lab for his team to look
over. He was almost sure they could revive it. He wanted to
try to revive it himself, but he didn’t try. Why revive it when
it only had this lab to look forward to? Maxine stayed close to
him. She could sense Monty’s growing despair. He got very
quiet. He listened
to the old man go on and on about his accomplishments with them, but
Monty could see little results. He classified the professor as a
plodder and not a doer. Monty, for whom this meeting was planned,
grew more quite and withdrawn. He contributed very little to the
conversation. Admiral Long noticed and was standing nearby.
He leaned over to Monty and Maxine.
“He’s a bit of a
blowhard, ain‘nee?” he winked at Monty.
“He's got some
good ideas, and I think he’s made some exciting discoveries.” Monty was
trying to be charitable. Maxine thought about biting Monty on his
butt.
She didn’t have to, the Admiral did it for her.
“Liar!” Lazarus
grinned wickedly at him. It was the first smile Lazarus saw
on the young man face since they walked into the lab. “Tell me what
your
really think, slave-boy.” he said in an official master/slave tone.
“Maxine’s got
better ideas than he does, Master; more forward thinking, too, and her
ideas will actually work.” Monty said without nuance.
“Is that true,
little girl?” Lazarus turned to Maxine.
“Oh, Monty,
don’t git me into trouble.” she cried.
“What
trouble? You tell me a couple of brilliant ideas and now you
wanna’ deny ‘em or hide your light under a bushel? She’s got some
damn good ideas, Admiral, and she should be taken seriously.”
Monty defended his position.
“Have you two
seen all of this you wanna’ see?” Lazarus changed the subject.
“It’s so
depressing, Admiral.” said Maxine quietly.
“I agree with my
little sister, Sir. I saw all I wanted to see within the first
ten minutes.” Monty backed her.
“If you could
have anything you wanted, what would you and Maxine want from this
lab?” Lazarus put to them.
“One of the dead
whale brains, and the second adult brain. He’s a young
bull, and his brain will fit perfectly into the Scarecrow. He’s
strong, talented, seasoned, thoughtful, compassionate and humble.
He told Maxine he was sired by Chacheellian and is the grandson of the
great Chuchulack. I don’t know who they are, but Maxine tells me
they’re great leaders and top bulls of their herd.” said Monty.
“We want two of
the baby whale brains; the first and second; a male and a female.”
Maxine spoke up, “I spoke with them. They’re so unhappy here,
Admiral. At least with us we could give them something with which
to watch and interact. Monty, me, Bobby and Dexter can figure out
a way to make them more interactive. The Professor can’t even
communicate with them very well. He gits bits and pieces
but not enough to understand them.” said Maxine. “I’m worried for their
health and safety.” she added.
“I agree with
what ma’ little sister done said, and for what it’s worth, their brains
are almost identical to Dexter’s.” Monty again backed her up.
“I’ll see what I
can do. In the meantime, I’ll git us out of here. I think
we’d all do well with a trip to the savanna.” he grinned. Monty’s
eyes lit up and Maxine was jumping about for joy. The men left the
lab, returned to the hotel and got tickets for the tram ride down to
the savannah. Maxine insisted on sitting next to Monty. He
got her and himself strapped into their seats, and the tram took
off. She was right. It was a thrilling ride. Maxine
complained it was too short. She wanted to go again, but Shane
laughed at her.
“You always
wanna’ go again, little girl, but when you git among them critters, we
can’t get you on the tram to go back to the hotel.” he chastised
her gently. She had to admit he was right. Monty removed
his clothing with the other men, and it was his first chance to see the
Admiral, Master Charlie, his own master, Cole, Captain Waco and Captain
Vinceeth in the raw. He was impressed with all of them, but
particularly his master and Captain Vinceeth. The Visallian
Captain wasn’t human. He knew that, but it really showed when he
was naked. He looked more like a young horse from the waist
down. Monty enlarged his own cock just a bit to compensate.
Maxine noticed and giggled.
“Our little
secret?” he grinned at her.
“You owe me big
time, big brother.” she laughed. He chased after her.
The wonders
never stopped unfolding that afternoon and Monty was shown things he
could never imagine. Maxine introduced him to all her favorite
friends, and they accepted Monty graciously. Maxine strayed away
from his side for a few minutes while he was conversing with a family
of Kentaurians. Monty was fascinated by them; they were
intelligent and genteel. Maxine came running up to him.
“Monty, Monty,
one of my favorite flying horses, Brilliante, wants to give me a ride,
but I can’t unless I have a human hold me. Will you come fly with
me?” she begged. Monty thought it was a great idea. If he
couldn’t fly with them, perhaps he and Maxine could fly on one.
He followed her to the cliff where the beautiful animals were gathered
and preening themselves. Maxine introduced him to the huge
stallion, and Brilliante got down on his knees to allow them to climb
aboard his back. Monty mounded him and Maxine jumped up into his
lap. Monty put his arms around her and held her tightly.
The big animal made a running leap and sailed from the cliff and into
the updrafts of rising warm air. He didn’t have to flap his wings
very much, and it was a smooth ride. Maxine’s eyes were watering
and Monty could feel the droplets of her tears kiss his face. She
tuned to him and told him how thrilling it was. She always
wondered what it might feel like to fly. They flew higher and
higher on the updrafts from the warm air currents. They could
actually make out the ceiling of the great cavern. They were
thousands of feet up in the air. They couldn’t see people on the
ground. Even the giant mastodons and mammoths looked like small
insects from their height. It was a glorious sail. All of a
sudden, out of nowhere came a young winged pony who was more than a
little unsure of himself and was trying to sail to the higher regions
on his own. He was inexperienced at high sailing. He wasn’t
ready for it and unavoidably rammed into Brilliante’s side. It
upset the big horse’s balance, he tilted and plunged almost fifty feet
in an instant before he could recover. Maxine was knocked out of
Monty’s hands and plummeted toward the ground to her sure death.
End of Chapter
65 ~ Waco’s Lummox
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*Tesseract:
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