WL_65

WACO’S LUMMOX
Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 65

Jimmy Joe Russell lay conjoined with his partner for a good while after their Earth moving climax. The ramrod never climaxed such a powerful voluminous amount of his male ejaculate as he released into Monty's hot young body. Jimmy Joe thought he would never stop; however, 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 realized what he did. Monty was drained trying to collect himself from the small death of orgasm. Monty didn’t have a lot of experience with men, but he knew, without a doubt, Jimmy Joe Russell was the best so far. Monty decided there was ‘sex’ and then there was Ramrod Russell. He likened it to a kid pounding out chopsticks on his grandmother's ancient parlor piano as opposed to a Glenn Gould Bach Toccata orgasm. Monty didn’t just ejaculate, Jimmy Joe ripped the young man's guts out and hung the carcass of his soul on a nail to dry in the warm West Texas afternoon sun.

“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 asked and smiled at him.

“A mythological creature what's half-man, half-bull. I can change ‘em back, Master,” Monty said and 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 said. 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. Jimmy Joe 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. “Sweeet!” he exclaimed softy, then he giggled like a school boy. “That is, if’n I’s a bull,” Jimmy Joe said, “but, damnation, don’t they feel good? You think maybe they make sling-bras for balls like them?" he asked rhetorically, then grinned real big again, and winked at Monty. "What the fuck? You made me feel like a fuck'n bull, Boy. Ain't many men what git to experience some'um like 'iss,” Jimmy Joe said and shook his head, hefted his huge ball sack, bounced them in his hand a couple of times, then let them drop to swing freely again.

“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, Slave," Jimmy Joe said and grinned, "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 said. 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; however, 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. His big cock seem happy nestled comfortably among his new set of low hangers. He smiled. “Always wanted me a bigger pair of balls. Them others didn’t seem to be in the right proportion to ma’ cock. Now them’s a pair of balls a cowboy can be proud of. With a set a’ balls like them, a buckaroo’s got his'self some 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 them kinda things?" he asked.

“Just tonight, here, with you. I swear to you, sir, it’s the first time it’s ever 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,” Monty requested.

Jimmy Joe laid down on the bed and Monty cleaned his master's 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, go for 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,” Jimmy Joe said with a confirming smile. 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. Jimmy Joe said it in a manner which made Monty wonder if Burt might refuse that service for his master.

“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’ get 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,” Jimmy Joe said, “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. C'ain't buy nothing like 'at Walmart. What’s not to like? With ma’ balls three times their size, I shot three times the load. Best damn feeling I ever had shoot out my old shotgun. 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, Son, and you're where you should be right now. I’m sure Jesse Watkins and his companion can help you learn to control your unusual talents, and you need a man like me what can teach you to enjoy 'em,” Jimmy Joe reassured him.

“Thank you, Ramrod,” Monty said quietly.

“For what, Slave?” Jimmy Joe asked bemused.

“For being understanding and being a good master,” Monty replied and snuggled into Jimmy Joe’s arms.

“I observed many things in my years as a slave, Son, but I try to live my life as a ramrod-master by one important lesson I learned. The master what always seems to git the most out of his slaves is one who genuinely cares about 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?" Monty asked.

“That’s a loaded question,” Jimmy Joe said, “you’re asking me for a reason. This is about something you left behind, ain't it?” he asked and grinned 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 behind me. I ain’t complaining none about sex with men. It come naturally to me; almost too natural. It come to be just 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 belongs,” Monty said sincerely.

“Fair enough. That explanation makes your question more reasonable. I understand. Yeah, I had to give up women, and I fought against any change up until the hour they’s gonna’ cut ma’ balls off when suddenly my old butt hole started itching for a nice big cock, and I 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?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” Monty replied.

“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. It's become my old lady. 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?” he asked.

“Slave-skinner, sir?” Monty asked. He 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 works 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 ass 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 shit 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," Jimmy Joe said.

“You think I’m gonna’ turn gay, Master Jimmy Joe?” Monty asked.

“What da’ you mean by ‘turn,’ Slave?” he asked and grinned.

“Yeah, stupid question, weren't it?” Monty asked rhetorically.

“Thar’ ain’t no such thing as a stupid question if’n yore’ mind's 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.’ Them words is only labels to produce fear and hatred among men. 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. When you think about it, the word 'slave' shoots the hell out of them other two labels. When you's a slave, suddenly, nobody gives a shit. 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. Therefore, them stupid labels don't mean Jack-shit.

"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 conflicting mythological bullshit and ‘thou-shalt-nots’ because their 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 penis 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 hard-core stupidity. I’s living proof, Son! The word 'straight' don't mean nothing to me no more; neither, does the word 'gay.' I'm a survivor! That's the only word to define me; end of story!" Jimmy Joe exclaimed, shrugged his broad shoulders, and smiled.

The Ramrod continued, “Besides, 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?” Jimmy Joe asked and 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, you wake up one morning, 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 high-priced, overly emotional commodity I ain't willing to take a gamble on, right now. They’s a luxury I can’t afford for several reasons. Some men are willing to pay the price. I ain't one of 'em. 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, but that don't mean I ain't thought about it. 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. The answer to yore' question of where yore' heart belongs is where it's most comfortable at the moment.

"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. I just took it for granted. There’s all sorts of psychological reasons for it I been told, but I don’t understand none of ‘em. All I know is, 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,'" Jimmy Joe said.

“Weaning a slave, sir?” Monty asked. It 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 cock and git'n butt-fucked by him. I didn’t know until recently, there was a secret contract Angus made with Hoot Austin, if Mr. Goodnight gimme’ the ramrod’s job, old Hoot agreed to take care of me regularly until ma’ bossman could take over my wean’n his'self. Once't 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 some’ers on the outskirts of the city, buy us a pint of Comfort, I suck him off a couple a’ times and he fucks ma’ ass from sundown to sunup. My old cowboy butt-hole hurts so good for a week afterward, I gotta' carry me a small tin of Bag Balm around in my saddle bags for several days. I walk like a cowpoke what’s got his'self 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 said and roared with laughter.

“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 Long-shot 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 said and 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 said and 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. Lord knows, I didn’t wanna’ say no. I been want'n to ride that big bull-pride 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 old Burt 'cause 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 damn 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. Like I done told you, yore' heart belongs where it's the most comfortable," Jimmy Joe said then added, "It's good, solid advice I should damn well take into consideration myself."

"And don't never let no religious moron try'n tell you different. It’s hard enough git’n through life like it is without allow’n some know-nothing ignorant 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 family. 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 Slave-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’ damn day, but if’n it would bring my bossman some pleasure to fuck my cowboy butt, I'll 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?” Jimmy Joe asked tenderly.

“After what you done for me, I think I can sleep now, and I’d be downright proud to bunk it in with you, sir,” Monty replied.

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 yorn will wear better tomorrow, ‘cause we broke ‘em in tonight,” Jimmy Joe said and grinned.

“Mine probably won’t touch the ground, Ramrod,” Monty said. 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 the flavor of 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, approximately one hundred miles a second, toward its certain doom.

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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 suck his handsome cowboy cock. 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 gotta' 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,” the ramrod said. 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 and the ramrod let a bit 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, wont’n an early morning chaser,” Jimmy Joe said and smiled.

“Coyote John told me 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 to please him than put’n up with him trying to beat me up. I just wanted to see if it would be different with a man I care about and would like to please,” Monty said.

“And...?” Jimmy Joe grinned.

“I gotta' 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 said and smiled at him. Jimmy Joe laughed at Monty's 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 rubber-husband shoved up his bung-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 said, held up his mug, and saluted Monty as he took another sip. “Do you always provide such good service to ever' cowboy you entertain?” Jimmy Joe asked and 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, Ramrod,” Monty said sincerely.

“Thanks, Son, I’m glad it was, too, but what about your lady friend?” he asked.

“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 said, “Her daddy bought her a car. She would tell her parents she was going to visit her girlfriends, 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 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,” Monty said shaking his head.

“With them 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?” Jimmy Joe asked.

“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 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 satanic-wizard or demon,” Monty said.

“What kind of powers do you have, Son?” Jimmy Joe asked.

“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,” Monty said.

“Then they couldn’t hold you in jail unless you allowed them to, right? Jimmy Joe asked.

“Yes, sir, you're right, I could’ve just willed my way back home or made myself invisible to them and walked out,” Monty said casually.

“What made you stay?” Jimmy Joe asked.

“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 cause suspicion. After a week in jail, 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 where 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,” Monty said.

“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?” Jimmy Joe asked.

“Why should I? 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, them 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. If what you say is true and I believe it is, my heart belongs right here, right were I am at the moment,” Monty said with conviction.

“Damn, Kid, it must be like waking up on a strange planet for you. I read me a book once like 'at about a stranger in a strange land,” Jimmy Joe said.

“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’ seem demanding. From the sounds of it, you got enough trouble in your life right now. You don't need no more from me,” Monty said without nuance.

“You’re right about that, Son, but I got me a feeling 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 his'self 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. 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,” Jimmy Joe said.

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 breakfast 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 said and grinned.

“Good idea, Son. That’s fine, I got me several more pair I alternate. Besides, I’ll probably change these when I get back. They’s too nice to git all messed up,” Jimmy Joe replied.

They left Monty’s quarters. 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 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. 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 broke in last night?” Shane asked and ginned mischievously.

“Shore’ 'nuff did. Broke in ma’ partner’s pair for him at the same time,” Jimmy Joe bragged.

“Well, that’s good to hear, sir,” Shane said, about to break into 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 planned 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 painting 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 sat 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 asked.

“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 visit with 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 care to be a little more specific about what he done for you, sir?” Shane asked.

“Not at the breakfast table, sir,” he grinned, “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 said and 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,” Jimmy Joe replied.

“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 said as he got up from the table.

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 to his boot tops 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 said, laughed, and leaned against his pa.

Cole was laughing, too. “I’m impressed!" Cole said, "C'ain’t never recall seeing me no finer looking pair,” he allowed.

“I’m glad you men approve. I like ‘um jes’ fine,” Jimmy Joe said as he pulled up his Wranglers, “Now if you gentlemen will allow me a private moment with yore’ handsome young slave, I'd appreciate it,” he said quietly.

“Understandable, sir. We’ll be waiting outside for you, Monty,” Shane said laughing. Shane and Cole walked out into the bright morning sun and were comparing notes. They were still laughing.

“Thanks for your hospitality, Young Man. It won’t soon be forgotten. You didn’t have to go to all that trouble, but it said you like me enough to do some’um nice for me. I appreciate it. You made an old man feel good about his'self 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 again soon,” Monty said.

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 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 okay.

"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 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 said, like he was thinking out loud.

Shane went on to discuss his plans for three or perhaps even four stages of whale bodies and 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 would 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.

“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 big climax. He did all right! Damn near blew my ass off! I shit cowboy-gizz out my ass for thirty minutes. It felt like I had a durn bull up my butt, but them balls was way too big that a' way,” 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 ‘em 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 both be quarter pounders,” Monty replied and grinned. Shane and Cole howled with laughter.

“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,” Shane promised.

“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 where I want him to be 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 declared, and 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,” Monty replied.

On the main road to the ranch, they could see two young 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 saints what climbed ladders in their day, 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," Maxine said breathlessly. She was so proud of herself.

“Good for you, Little Lady, you’re doing a fine job. You’re earning your keep,” Shane said and laughed as he gave her a hug, “Let them ‘morons’ spread their good news of their ladder climb'n saints somewheres else. Have you got duties today or will you be joining us?” Shane asked.

“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,” she said.

“Good, I’ll clear it with him,” Shane said.

“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 S             tar-ship 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,” Boss Potter said.

“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," Shane said.

“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,” Potter reminded him.

“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 with 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 coming to visit. They seemed to have everything under control.

“Mr. Morris, could you order some paint for us to paint the new barn?” Shane asked.

“Sure, Mr. Goodnight, what color would you like?” Gil asked.

“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," Monty replied, "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 said.

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 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,” Phil said.

“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,” Shane said.

“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,” Phil replied.

“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 said, winked at Monty and smiled.

“Monty will be with me, Ramrod Cole, and Miss 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 replied.

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, Buckaroo?” Shane asked.

“Yes, sir, there’s exactly fifteen pair left; eight for ma’ slave daddies and four for my bossmen. Ain’t thought about them 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?" Shane asked in awe.

“Yes, sir, but I didn’t consciously think on it that way. It just happened; sort a’ like I done 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,” Monty said.

“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?” Shane asked.

“Yes, sir, it does. It says I got somebody or some things watching over me,” Monty replied.

“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,” Shane said.

“‘At don’t sound too bad a’ tall,” Monty chuckled, “As a slave, could I make that part of the present?” Monty asked and grinned. Shane and Cole laughed.

“Hell, if’n ya’ do, we won't never git rid a' that old cowboy,” Cole said 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, and he noticed the huge beast had a prominent bulge just below his belly. 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," Jesse Watkins explained, "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,” Jesse explained.

“It’s good to meet you, Gentlemen,” Monty said and quickly glanced at Shane for a signal whether he was suppose to pay homage to their boots. 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,” Shane said and grinned at Monty, “In your case, for right now, you better let me make the judgment for you or we won’t git nothing else done today,” Shane declared and 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 said, “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 asked.

“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 said. He 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 shared 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.

“You’re among friends, Son. Ain’t a one of these men what ain’t seen you naked and admired you 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 Wranglers. Instead of seeing a penis proportionate to Buck's body like Monty expected, Buck Hall had the finest looking little cunt Monty ever saw.

Monty immediately got an erection, and his cock started to drool copiously. “Ho-lee shit! Oh, my, God! Excuse me, Master. Excuse me, Gentlemen," Monty exclaimed and grinned from ear to ear, "I know'd you ain’t no woman, Mr. Hall, and yet you got a... a perfectly wonderful 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 added 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,” Monty said.

“One thing at a time, Young Man. You really think you can change back?” Jesse asked.

“I know I can, Master Jesse, once you and Utah show me how to get there,” Monty replied.

“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 said, “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 Long-shot 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 ever tested who has a triple stranded DNA helix.

Cable continued, "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 the men, but Monty 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? You look jes' like Ramrod Russell. That’s so cool,” she effused.

“Them’s a nice set of balls, Son,” Jesse said complimenting Monty.

“Thank you, sir. I thought they sort of complimented my ramrod-master’s cock. Don’t he have a handsome penis? He shore’ 'nuff knows how to use it, too. Finest damn fuck’n I ever done got 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’?" Warren asked.

“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 and I got me a stomach full downloaded into me last Sunday afternoon, so it was easy for me to copy him. I got his genetic blueprint on file. That must a been why I was able to change his body. If Master Jesse and Utah show me how to become your brother, I can do it anytime we want to run and play together," Monty said.

“That would be so neat!” Maxine exclaimed.

“Wait, Sweetheart, until Cable gets his tests run. Then if Master Jesse and Utah will supervise, I’ll let Monty try it,” Captain Shane said.

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 which 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 said 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 asked.

“I think you’re quite handsome, Monty. You’re certainly more handsome than my brothers,” she replied and 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 everything about her health. He could even tell she had a deep emotional set back before she came to live with Boss Potter on his ranch, but now, she was strong, 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 could've been 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 said like a protective big brother.

“What’s estrus, and do you really think I’m pretty, Monty?” she asked.

“When I first saw you as a human, I told myself you’s about the purdiest 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?" Shane asked.

“I think so, Captain Shane,” he replied. 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,” Monty replied.

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 hairless 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!” Monty exclaimed, “This is wonderful. Thanks, Master Jesse and Utah,” Monty said. 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?" Jack Hall asked 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 said and cringed. The men burst out laughing at the big man.

“Oh, there is! They’s big 'uns, too,” Jack confirmed and 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, 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 allowed. He had the men rolling on the floor laughing at his cowboy bullshit.

“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 said and 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. The table was cold but the warmth from his body soon equalized the extremes. He held his legs apart, placed the palms of his hand to his side, and leaned back 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 ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ 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 a damn thing wrong with that fine 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 them bases covered, Son. Now, you can change yore’self into a dog or a pussy as you please,” he said and smiled at Monty.

“Thanks, Master Hall, that felt wonderful. I can only imagine how it will feel with Ramrod Jimmy Joe inside me,” Monty said in anticipation.

“Take it from me, Slave, if he’s anything like my husband, you’ll never wanna’ change back,” Buck Hall said, who was usually pretty quiet. Jack looked at his mate and smiled proudly.

“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 species or the gender.

“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, smiled, and patted Monty on his back.

“Thanks again, Master Hall. I appreciate your concern, sir,” Monty said.

“Monty, you understand, we just gave you the same plumbing Buck has?” Jesse Watkins asked, “It wouldn't be much more complicated to turn you into a fully functional female; 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’ get 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 slave and his ramrod master; only, his master don’t know it yet,” Monty said and laughed with the men. 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 accompany 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 bairn's 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 especially 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's 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,” Maxine said 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 ship. 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 sat 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, “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,” Maxine replied.

Monty held her for a minute and transferred some of his ‘togetherness’ to her. She felt him pouring his ‘feel-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 no clue, Captain Shane. I was hoping you might pull another rabbit out of that big hat a' yorn' and one of your simple answers might do the trick,” Monty grinned.

“Did I detect a note of sarcasm, Slave-boy?” Shane asked incredulously, then smiled.

“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 said to the ship 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, please, drop yore’ shield and allow us to come aboard?” Monty humbly asked. Nothing happened.

“Try your name again using your rightful last name, Monty,” 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 ask 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,” she said.

“Brilliant!” Jesse said.

“Of course,” Shane agreed.

“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 said and paused for a moment, “I can’t believe it!” he exclaimed.

“What?” Cole asked.

“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’moan! What’s keeping you men? You wanna’ go aboard or not?” she asked with a toss of her pretty little head. She was obviously very 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. I told them we needed a hint or a clue to get it to drop it's protective shield so's we could come aboard. 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,” she said.

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 on-board 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 something to eat. 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,” Shane said inviting Jesse and Utah.

“We 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 replied, 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 Captain Waco's clone brother Indigo/Blue. Ox was also 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 assured 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 held 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 said quietly to Monty, “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 said and giggled.

“Thanks, Sweet-heart. Stay close in case I get 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 belief. 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 my accomplishments feel insignificant by comparison. This is a monumental achievement,” he said in awe.

“I told you so,” she replied and gave him a quick kiss. Monty stole a kiss, too.

“Is that people I see down there among them?" he asked.

“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 none about that, you can just morph into one of them,” she reminded him.

“Ain’t tried that yet, but it sounds exciting,” Monty said and laughed, “I’d like to become a big stallion and see how large my...”

“Monty, please! I’m a lady,” Maxine said and giggled.

“How did you know what I’s gonna’ say?” he asked and laughed.

“You sent me a picture of it, Silly,” she laughed, “Nice one, too,” she declared and laughed again.

“You think we’ll get to go down and visit a spell?” Monty 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 almost a year now, but they ain’t done much 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 by 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 said and leaned against his leg.

“T’weren’t nothing but the truth, Pretty Lady,” Monty said and 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 fiance 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 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 cliff,” Jesse said.

The men had a light lunch. Shane told Monty to order anything he wanted. It was 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. Monty was being quiet unless spoken to. Darryl tried to draw Monty into the 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 suggested and smiled. Monty looked at Shane for guidance. Shane nodded his approval. Monty was mildly surprised.

“I would very much like to have one of them Captain Shane action figures to keep in my quarters, sir, which my master and the Grange now own,” Monty said.

“No problem,” Darryl replied, 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 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, but Monty could see little actual results. He classified the professor as a plodder and not a doer. Monty, for whom this meeting was planned, grew more quiet 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?” Lazarus asked and winked at Monty.

“He's got some good ideas, and I think he’s made some exciting discoveries,” Monty said 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 said quietly and grinned at him. It was the first smile Lazarus saw on the young man's face since they walked into the lab. “Tell me what your really think, Slave-boy, and don't hold back none!” he demanded 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 Lady?” 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 everything 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 'quiet' 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,” Monty said.

“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,” Maxine said, “I’m worried for their health and safety,” she added.

“I agree with what my little sister said, and for what it’s worth, their brains are almost identical to Dexter’s,” Monty said again backing her up.

“I’ll see what I can do. In the meantime, I’ll get us out of here. I think we’d all do well with a trip to the savanna,” he said and 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 savanna. 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.

Maxine 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 them, but particularly his master and Captain Vinceeth. He was enthralled by the large silver rings through his master's tits and the head of his cock. They didn't look out-of-place on his master. They looked like they belonged on him along with the heavy ring through his nose and were an integral part of his total personality. The Visallian Captain wasn’t human. Monty already knew it, 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?” Monty asked and grinned at her.

“You owe me big time, Big Brother,” she laughed. Monty chased after her.

The wonders never stopped unfolding that afternoon and Monty was shown things he could never imagine. Maxine introduced him to 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, interesting, 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 mounted 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 turned 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 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. The sudden impact knocked Maxine out of Monty’s hands, and she plummeted toward the ground to her sure death.

End of Chapter 65 ~ Waco’s Lummox
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