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Paradise Isle, Christmas Pt. 01
Date: 5/15/2024, Categories: Fetish, Author: byChangeYourPassword
... Anything you need." They all had comments about their quarters. Apparently, they weren't bad, but all they had to keep themselves occupied were televisions. No music, no books, no phones, certainly no computers. They could talk to each other through the bars of their cage doors, but it was difficult. He promised to see if he could help with some other forms of entertainment. Christmas was still two weeks away, and as he'd admitted, he had no idea what would happen to them after that. How long they might be stuck in their rooms. "Who are you? What do you do around here? You're not on staff at the resort," Vixen asked. He smiled. "I can answer that. I'm Mark, Morgan's principal bodyguard, and all-around fixer." "So, you're here to fix us?" Vixen responded, sarcastically. He laughed. "I hardly think any of you need fixing. I don't have any skills for that type of work. But I will do my best to take care of you." "And protect us?" Cupid asked. He wasn't sure if she was being facetious, or if it was an honest question. Was she afraid of being attacked, raped even? He decided to answer her honestly. "I've been here before. This place is so strict about assault or rape, no one dares try it. Besides, there's so much sex going on around this place, nobody should feel the need to take any." "We saw some of that at the stables. Ponygirl breeding." Prancer said, and a couple of the girls snickered. He nodded, although he'd never seen that. Just then ...
... Dancer, suddenly bent and sneezed, and the bells on her collar jangled loudly, attracting everyone's attention. A couple of them laughed. And Dancer apologized. "Sorry. Our collar bells do make a racket if we're not careful. We've had to get used to that. But it's still annoying." "I understand," he said, although he thought it kind of charming. Of course, he didn't have to live with the ringing all the time. Day and night. "What about food?" he asked them. "The resort staff delivers our meals, three times a day. And we have water in our rooms." One of them answered. "And it's not bad." They all agreed. He fielded a question, that turned into a longer discussion about the island itself. They hadn't seen much of the place. As soon as they'd landed, they'd been hauled off to the hospital to be turned into reindeer. And they'd been locked away ever since. All they'd seen in the pony stables were women, and one guy, who were treated and trained as human horses by the staff there. And none of them were impressed or interested in that fetish. They exchanged several more questions of a more generic nature during the next half hour, standing there in the shade. Periodically the deer would shuffle around as if their feet hurt, and needed to stretch. He couldn't imagine how it felt for them. A couple of times one of them would wander off, away from the others, and actually squat to pee. "We learned that back at the stables. Ponygirls in their stalls, or ...