Paradise Isle, Christmas Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Paradise Isle, Christmas Pt. 01

... her skull. As if it too was a real part of her.

His first thought was, how does she sleep with those things sprouting from her skull?

He shook his head sadly as he removed his hand and noticed that she still also had a very nice head of human hair in place. At least she retained that truly feminine feature.

His inspection complete, at least for the moment, he led her down the hall past the other doors, made a U-turn and led her back. All the while she walked submissively, her hooves clacking on the floor, and her bells jingling lightly, with each step.

Fascinating.

Back in front of her cell he turned to her. "Do you need anything?"

"Yes, I want out of here, and I want my body back." She said emphatically.

He shook his head, sadly. "I'm afraid that's not up to me." then he spoke up so all of them could better hear.

"I'm Mark. I'll be taking care of you for Ms. Kennedy. I don't intend to hurt you, but you will cooperate, follow instructions and be good little reindeers."

He heard a chorus of moans and groans from the little herd. He understood, so he ignored their fussing.

He was actually surprised that they were behaving as well as they were. He had no idea what training, if any, they'd been through since their conversion into the beings that they now were. It must have been traumatic. But he had been told that the six of them arrived two full months ago, and he assumed that they'd been operated on immediately, so they must have had time to ...

... recover, and get used to their new condition.

The way Vixen had moved on her weird hooves showed that she had been able to practice enough to become competent on her feet, er hooves.

He had a lot of learning to do as well...

He gave each of them a quick look, and then gave Vixen's leash a little tug, "Come along," he said to her. And then to the others, "we'll be back in a minute."

He led her out the door and into the corral outside. There he walked her around the entire fence-line, making sure it was complete and safe. He checked the gate; it was secured and then the door to the house. It too was locked, and he had the keys in his pocket.

He checked on her several times and was again impressed by how well she walked on the uneven ground. That must have taken quite a bit of practice.

Finally, he verified that the electric fence was active - the indicator light was on. But there was a tester tool in a box by the door so he used it to verify that the wires were indeed active.

"See that light up there?" he asked vixen, while pointing.

"Yes."

"That means the electric fence will shock the shit out of you if you touch the wires. Don't even think about climbing the fence."

"And this device verified that it's working. You saw that too, right?"

"Yes."

"How did you get so good in those shoes?" he asked, curious.

"Practice." She replied, then with a pitiful moan, she added. "They're not shoes. They're real. They somehow replaced our feet with these ...