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to the bedroom sometime later, lifted Effie into her arms, then
carried her through the ranch house and across the lawn.
Their obvious destination was the stables.
Effie knew exactly what was happening, objectively, but it was
almost like it was all happening to someone else. Effie
was hungry, thirsty, sore everywhere, still naked, still bound
in a ponygirl-harness from the waist up, still with the
ponygirl-shock-collar locked around her neck, and her lips were
still sealed with a strip of Microfoam tape. All of that
was what was important, of course, but she also took note of the
fact that Tasha was strong. Effie's handler was
carrying her like she was nothing.
Anyway... it was a nice morning... warm and sunny with fluffy
clouds, chirping birds, a refreshing breeze, waving tree
And then, they entered the stables, meaning the ponygirl stables.
Effie assumed Tasha would remove her tape-gag, give her a cool
drink, feed her a little breakfast, then lock her in a stall so
she could continue her "recuperation." Maybe there
will be one of those yoga-pad cushions, she hoped.
That was the most she was expecting. Effie didn't want to
even think about getting finally being released from the
ponygirl harness. It might jinx the possibility.
What actually happened was well beyond Effie's
expectations! Granted, her expectations were low, but she
had to admit Tasha was being nice... sort of.
carried Effie into Tack Room #1, gently planted her bare feet on
the concrete floor, then began unbuckling the
pony-harness. To be precise, she freed Effie's hands and
lower-arms from the binder—but immediately pulled
Effie's hands behind her back and imprisoned her crossed wrists
in a "cage-cuff," two interlocking, rounded hoops of stainless
steel secured with a brass padlock. She resumed unbuckling
Effie's harness, freeing Effie's upper-arms, then removed it
completely. And then, finally, Tasha unlocked and removed
The result was a completely naked Effie. Her brown curls
were a tousled mess, her lips still sealed behind a wide strip
of off-white tape, and she was still bound, but instead of the
leather harness, her wrists were crossed behind her back and
bound in steel. Effie twisted the wrists in question,
testing her new restraint. The cage-cuff's padlock rattled
quietly, but that was the only result.
Effie watched as Tasha placed her collar and jingling harness on
a workbench, next to a stack of neatly folded shop-rags and two
plastic pump-bottles, one labeled "Neatsfoot Oil" and the other
"Saddle Soap." At the end of the bench was a small
deep-sink. Obviously the bench, sink, and supplies
comprised a leather bondage gear cleaning station.
Effie surreptitiously eyed the door they'd just entered, the
door back to the stable hallway. She was without a
shock-collar for the first time since... yesterday?
Was it really only yesterday? Anyway, Effie supposed
she could wait 'til Tasha's back was turned, scamper to the
door, somehow manage to get it open, scamper to the stable's
nearest exterior door, scamper across the lawn and into the
woods, then scamper to the nearest police station.
However... That was a whole lot of scampering for
somebody who was barefoot, naked, bound, and already thirsty,
hungry, sore, and very tired. Also, she had no
idea how far or in what direction she'd have to scamper to find
the police station in question. Also, Tasha wasn't an
idiot and Effie seriously doubted she'd simply stand there and ignore
all that unauthorized scampering.
"Don't even think about it, Effie," Tasha chuckled as she lifted
Effie into her arms, once again.
Told ya so, Effie silently scolded herself. She
supposed she should be squirming, kicking, mewling through her
tape-gag, and demanding to be put down, but truth be told, Effie
would just as soon be carried to... wherever Tasha was taking
her... especially if a snack and a nice nap might be the result.
Their destination turned out to be a very curious bathroom,
washroom, Ponygirl Grooming Station, or however it was labeled
on the stable's floor plan.
The fully-tiled space was divided into two equal halves by a
wall of stainless steel bars with a single door or gate.
The area closest to the door to the hallway was obviously a
utilitarian bathroom/grooming-space with a commode, washbasin,
and a dressing table with the usual mirror and padded
bench. On the dressing table rested a handheld electric
blow-dryer and a brush and comb set. The far area was
unmistakably a shower with an array of large showerheads mounted
in the ceiling.
So, Effie mused as Tasha set her down, once again, and
she planted her bare feet on the cool tiles, a bathroom and
Tasha led her naked charge to the washbasin, then gently peeled
the tape from her mouth, unavoidably stretching Effie's lips and
lower face as the Microfoam reluctantly surrendered its adhesive
grip. Tasha then turned a knob and water spurted a foot
into the air before splashing into basin, very much in the
manner of a drinking fountain.
Effie took the hint, leaned forward, and drank... then drank
some more... then drank some more... until she'd imbibed
about a pint of cool, clear, refreshing water.
Her pierced tongue didn't complain, which surprised her.
Next, Tasha loaded a bright orange toothbrush with toothpaste
and held it before Effie's pouting face. "Open," she
ordered (with an irritating smile).
Effie heaved a sigh, then opened her mouth and allowed her teeth
to be brushed. This was the first time someone other than
herself had brushed her teeth since she was a toddler—not that
she remembered all that much about her introduction to the
wonderful world of dental hygiene—but then, Effie couldn't very
well brush her own teeth, not with her wrists cage-cuffed behind
her back. The paste was "minty fresh," which was a good
thing. Effie didn't care for peppermint or
"natural-flavored" toothpaste. Once Tasha finished
brushing, Effie spat in the sink, then deigned to accept a rinse
from the drinking fountain fitting and spit again. Her
tongue didn't complain about anything involved in the
tooth-brushing, either. Go figure.
Next, Tasha smiled and pointed at the commode. "Pony go
Effie stared daggers at her handler, then remembered she was no
longer tape-gagged. "I suppose you think you're funny,"
"I'm a huge hit on Open Mike Night," Tasha chuckled,
then led Effie to the commode and plunked her down on the seat.
It was humiliating, but Effie needed to empty her bladder... so
"Stay," Tasha ordered as she flushed the bowl, then stomped on a
foot-pedal mounted beside the commode.
Effie flinched and resumed staring daggers as a jet of
cold water doused her nether region. The commode had a
built-in bidet function.
Her crotch dripping, Tasha lifted Effie to her feet, led her to
the wall of steel bars, opened the door/gate, then placed a palm
between Effie's shoulder blades and gently pushed.
Effie took this hint as well and padded into the shower
area. She turned just in time to watch Tasha close the
door/gate, pull her smartphone from her riding-pants pocket, and
tap the screen.
There was an audible click which Effie assumed was the
door/gate's lock engaging.
"Wait here," Tasha purred with a smile, then strode through the
main door and back into the main stable. There was a brief
pause, then that door also clicked.
'Wait here,' Effie mused. Tasha's a regular
laugh riot... but she could use some fresh material.
Effie waited a few seconds... then padded back to the door/gate,
turned, grabbed its bars with her cage-cuffed hands, and gave it
a rattle. Actually, she tried to give it a
rattle. The door/gate was rock solid. No
rattle. She released ger grip, turned, and noted two
rectangular openings interrupting the bars of the gate/door,
both bordered by a steel frame and each about 6-inches by
9-inches. One was at neck height and the other even with
Having nothing else to do, Effie decided to examine her
immediate surroundings in greater detail. It didn't take
very long. Set in the tiled wall opposite the steel bars
were a single stainless steel knob and a small built-in
dispenser labeled "Soap." Effie surmised the knob turned
the showerheads in the ceiling on and off and the dispenser
dispensed soap. Operating either amenity in her current
cage-cuffed bondage would be possible but awkward.
Effie certainly could use a hot shower, but decided to wait...
As it turned
out, Effie didn't have long to wait... only about two minutes.
The door from the hallway and into the bathroom/grooming-station
half of the room opened and Jana-the-Ginger and
Lolita-of-the-Brown-Pageboy padded across the threshold.
Both were naked, ponygirl-collared, and with their hands behind
their backs. Tasha followed. She wasn't naked,
collared, and with her hands behind her back. Tasha closed
the door behind them, then pointed to the wall of bars and/or
the shower area and/or the naked and cage-cuffed Effie.
"Assume the position, ponies," Tasha said with a grin.
"Show your new herd-sister how it's done."
Jana and Lolita rolled their eyes, padded to the bars, and stood
facing the shower area and Effie on either side of the
door/gate. With their bare feet about two feet apart they
went up on their toes, leaned forward, and planted their breasts
against the bars with their pouting heads turned and facing each
other and the door/gate. From Effie's point of view, Jana
and Lolita's pierced and ringed boobs peeked between the shining
Tasha smiled and addressed Effie. "Turn around and face
the wall, go up on your toes, and plant your boobs on the
tiles," she ordered.
Effie didn't argue, but she didn't immediately obey, either.
Tasha continued smiling as once again she reached into her
pocket and pulled out her smartphone. "You're thinking
that without your collar I'll have to come in there and make you
obey," she purred, "but that would be a lot of work.
Instead..." Her index finger was poised above the
smartphone screen. "How would you like a nice,
invigorating, ice-cold shower of about, say... five minutes
Actually, Effie had been thinking that she was sore, tired,
hungry, and didn't want to play any more silly games, but now
that Tasha brought it up, her handler had a valid point about
her collar-less condition. That said, she was definitely
not in the mood for a five minute ice-cold shower, so...
Effie turned and faced the wall, went up on her toes, leaned
forward, and planted her boobs on the cool tiles, as
ordered. Thankfully, her pierced, ringed, but
band-aid-protected nipples didn't complain. She also
turned her head and looked back over her right shoulder so she
could follow what was happening, more or less.
Effie realized the purpose of "the position," meaning the reason
Tasha was having her ponygirl charges balance on their toes and
boobs. It made it difficult if not impossible for Jana,
Olivia, or herself to instantly spring into action and
attack Tasha while she was busy doing, uh, whatever she was
planning on doing. Also, since Effie was on the wrong side
of the door/gate and thus unable to do anything to stop Tasha
from doing anything to anybody, she surmised that meant Tasha
was about to open said door/gate. She was right.
Tasha, her phone still in hand, led Jana to the door/gate,
thumbed the phone's screen, and the door/gate clicked.
Tasha then pulled it open, Jana padded across the threshold, and
Tasha closed the door/gate behind the ginger ponygirl and
thumbed the phone, once again. Another click
sounded, which Effie assumed was the door/gate re-locking
Obviously, Jana knew the routine, because she backed against
door/gate and waited while Tasha used the neck and waist-level
openings in the bars to unlock and remove the little ginger's
ponygirl-collar and the pair of thumbcuffs that had been binding
her thumbs. Without waiting to be ordered, Jana then
padded across to the far wall, placed her hands atop her ginger
hair with her fingers interlaced, went up on her toes, leaned
forward, and planted her boobs on the tiles.
Meanwhile, Tasha had repeated the procedure with Lolita, and now
all three naked ponygirls were incarcerated in the shower half
of the chamber. Their amazon handler then pocketed her
smart phone, dangled the two pairs of thumbcuffs with one hooked
finger, and held the empty collars in her other hand.
"Okay, ponies," She said as she strolled to the door to the
hallway, "get yourselves nice and squeaky clean. I'll be
Effie watched Tasha complete her exit... then turned to her
Jana was looking Effie up and down and smiling her dimpled
smile. "I only see a few very minor rope-marks
on your ankles and legs," she sighed. "A hot shower will
make you feel better." Then her green eyes widened.
"Oh, where are my manners? Effie, this is Lolita.
Lolita smiled and blushed shyly. "Hi," she said, then
pulled Effie into a quick embrace... which, of course, was a
quick, mutually naked embrace.
"Oh!" Effie gasped. The intimate hug had been unexpected,
of course, as well as totally immodest, but she supposed
ponygirl etiquette, by necessity, ignored the intimately related
issues of nudity and body-shyness... not that Effie Dennings was
a prude or anything. Anyway, Lolita was obviously as
friendly as her ginger herd-sister. 'Herd-sisters.'
That's what Tasha called us, Effie reflected. I'll
have to remember that for my book. Effie was still
fully dedicated to escaping, of course, as well as taking her
"herd-sisters" with her, seeing that The Dragon Lady and Tasha
got their comeuppance, and writing a bestselling book.
Jana gripped the knob of the presumptive shower-faucet, then
paused to beam her awesomely cute, dimpled, mega-adorable
smile. "Don't worry. The water heats up really quickly."
"It does," Lolita nodded, her lips curled in her own version of
an awesomely cute, dimpled, mega-adorable smile.
Jana turned the knob, there was a gurgling sound... and cold
water poured from the showerheads and instantly drenched the
three naked ponygirls.
"Eeek!" Effie complained. She couldn't help it... but Jana
was right. The water quickly warmed... and continued
warming until it was a several pleasant degrees above body
temperature. Oh-by-the-way, the shower/jail's showerheads
provided about 95% coverage. That is, the only way Effie
could have avoided the monsoon would have been to press against
the bars or stuff herself into a corner, and she'd still get
splashed over half her naked body. Not that Effie wanted
to avoid the monsoon. The hot water felt good.
Also—"Oh!"—her herd-sisters were running their wet hands over
Effie's wet body—all of Effie's body. Effie's
first instinct was to pull away, but outnumbered and with her
hands cage-cuffed behind her back, resistance would be
futile. Also, how else was she going to get
clean? Also, Jana and Lolita were her fellow prisoners, not
Tasha's fellow handlers, right? Granted, they were
thoroughly handling Effie, but the point was they were captive
ponygirls, like Effie, not naked villains... probably. No,
make that certainly, not probably, Effie
decided. They're too cute and adorable to be
villains... although they are naked.
Once they were all totally drenched, Jana turned off the
refreshingly hot monsoon, the two naked, wet, not cage-cuffed
ponygirls used the soap dispenser to pump white, cedar and
sandalwood scented foam onto their hands, then thoroughly soaped
their entire bodies in complete detail, including their
sopping-wet hair. They then soaped and lathered Effie's
sopping-wet body... thoroughly... including her sopping-wet
Luckily (or by design) the soap not only had a pleasant scent,
but was "no-more-tears," meaning it didn't sting Effie's
eyes. The cage cuffs only slightly impeded the process,
but Jana and Lolita managed to thoroughly soap Effie's
armpits. "Fortunately" the cage-cuffs in no way impeded
Effie's herd-sisters' efforts to thoroughly soap between her
It was embarrassing... but necessary... and thorough.
This time it was Lolita who turned the knob to begin the
repeat-hand-scrubbing and soap-rinsing process... which took a
while. Effie wasn't thirsty nor anywhere near as sore as
she'd been before; however, she was still hungry and
tired. Effie sort of drifted in a sleepy,
cedar-and-sandalwood-scented daze... with Jana and Lolita's
hands slipping, sliding, and gliding across her body. She
noted her herd-sisters' nipple-rings had in no way impeded the
process of getting themselves clean, and thanks to their
apparently waterproof band-aids, Effie's recently pierced and
ringed nipples still hadn't complained.
And then, one of her herd-sisters turned off the water.
Effie was too busy dozing to notice which one. Anyway, the
shower was over. Jana and Lolita combed their fingers
through their sopping wet hair, arranging it as best they could,
then did the same for Effie.
And then, still dripping wet... they waited for Tasha to
return... and waited... and waited. Effie more or less
took a standing nap.
Finally, the lock clicked, the door to the hallway opened, and
Tasha finally reappeared, still smiling, still in equestrian
drag, and now carrying a stack of three neatly folded, fluffy,
snow-white towels. "All right then, ponies," Tasha
chuckled, "time for a little primping, followed by breakfast."
She pointed to the door/gate in the shining wall of
bars. "Jana first."
Effie roused from her somnolent condition and blinked. 'Breakfast?'
Did she say 'breakfast?' I could eat.
Jana padded to the door/gate, turned, gathered her still
thoroughly wet red hair atop her head, and placed her butt and
back against the bars.
Effie watched as Tasha pulled a ponygirl-collar from the hip
pocket of her riding pants, reached through the neck-level
opening in the bars, and placed the collar around Jana's
neck. Effie could just hear the quiet, triple-click
as the three pins of the collar's lock engaged. Tasha then
pulled her smartphone from her pocket and tapped the screen.
"Lolita," Tasha ordered. Janna padded back to Effie's side
and turned to face the bars, her hands still atop her head,
while Lolita took her place at the door/gate. Tasha fitted
the petite brunette with a collar, once again tapped her
smartphone, and Lolita padded back to Effie. There was
only one collarless ponygirl left.
Tasha smiled and pointed at Effie... and Effie glowered and
stomped (padded) to the gate, turned, and pressed her back to
This time Tasha had to be the one to gather Effie's wet hair and
make sure it wasn't trapped under the collar, but she
managed. The now familiar feel of tight-but-not-too-tight
leather returned—C-c-click—and once again Effie was
"I'm setting all three collars on inside-voice-mode," Tasha
announced as, once again, she tapped her smartphone.
"That's so you ponies will be able to chat while you
primp. Aren't I nice?" She then tapped the screen of
her smartphone, yet again, the door/gate's lock clicked,
yet again. Then, Tasha spun on her heels and exited the
chamber, opening, closing, and locking the door to the hallway
Janna and Lolita smiled and padded forward, gently leading Effie
through the unlocked door/gate and to the towels. Once
there, Effie watched through the tangled, dripping strands of
her still very wet hair as her herd-sisters used two of the
towels to thoroughly dry themselves, ending by turban-wrapping
the now damp towels around their wet hair and smiling
heads. And then, they ruthlessly dried Effie
with the third towel... and she didn't mind a bit. It felt
good. Finally, Effie received a towel-turban of her own.
Next, Lolita blow-dried and used the brush and comb to dry and
arrange her pageboy. Then, Jana dried and brushed her
longer hair, which, during the drying process, made the
transition from tangled, wet, and auburn to curly, dry, and
And then it was Effie's turn. As she was still
cage-cuffed, Jana and Lolita had to do all the work, but they
didn't seem to mind. Neither did Effie.
"Uh... is it safe for us to talk?" Effie asked at one point.
"Well, there are no guarantees," Jana purred, "but Tasha's
probably too busy taking care of the two Brits to care about
"Yeah," Lolita agreed. "She's all alone, poor thing.
One handler for five ponies."
"Poor thing," Jana agreed with obvious sarcasm.
"How did you two get here," Effie asked. "By which I
mean... how did you become Kyler Drāgon's prisoners."
"Not by choice," Jana sighed. "I wanna make that clear
right off the bat."
"Yeah," Lolita muttered. "We were both employees at the
Global Associates New York office. Technically, I suppose
we still are."
"On 'temporary' assignment at Kyler's ranch," Jana clarified.
"I was an IT specialist and Jana was a markets analyst," Lolita
"We got invited to a very exclusive, very hush-hush
planning conference at the Chicago office," Jana explained, "and
the next thing we knew, we'd been 'transferred' to the ranch."
"She disappeared us," Lolita mumbled.
"Damn," Effie gasped. "When?"
"About a year ago," Jana said quietly. "Maybe a couple of
"Damn," Effie reiterated.
"We were her first," Lolita said. "The first two members
of the herd. Then, about six months ago, the Brits showed
Jana's adorable smile returned. "You're gonna like Jo and
Olivia. They're both absolute sweeties. And we both
love their accents."
"You're Canadian, right?" Lolita inquired.
Effie frowned. "Uh, yes, I am."
"Thought so," Lolita said. "You have an accent too, ya
Jana smiled and held her right thumb and index finger a fraction
of an inch apart. "A-boot this much, eh?"
"Hilarious," Effie muttered, then all three herd-sisters
"We're both Americans," Lolita said solemnly.
"No, really?" Effie drawled, "I never would have
guessed." Effie didn't mind being teased for being a
Canuck, as long as the two Yanks didn't mind her teasing back,
and apparently they didn't.
Jana and Lolita finished fussing with Effie's hair, and they
were ready for breakfast. In fact, Effie's stomach was
audibly growling at the latest delay.
Unfortunately, presumably, Tasha was still busy caring for Jo
and Olivia... presumably.
"So," Jana said after about a minute of silence. "A
year? You both have been putting up with this pony-crap
for a full year?"
"It's not that bad," Lolita sighed, "except when Kyler visits."
"Tasha is actually pretty reasonable about all this," Jana
explained. "She keeps us under control, never takes any
chances, and her training program is a bitch, but she's not mean
"Unlike Kyler," Lolita muttered.
"Who is a sadist," Jana added with an adorable
scowl. "Fortunately, she's a very busy sadist and
only has time to visit the ranch about two or three days a
"Apparently," Lolita sighed, "we're her preferred method for
dealing with job-related stress."
"Lucky us," Effie huffed, then continued in a whisper.
"What about escape?"
Jana and Lolita gazed at one another, then turned to Effie and
shrugged in unison.
"We both tried," Jana sighed.
"At first," Lolita added.
"But nothing worked," Jana continued.
"The security at this place is tight," Lolita muttered.
Jana nodded at Lolita. "She's been using her IT skills to
map the hardware and software elements of the system."
Lolita nodded at Jana. "And she's been using her, uh,
analytical skills to look for weaknesses."
Effie focused on Jana. "The combination to the door to
that circular, half-cage gazebo-room where you and I first met
"You mean it was yesterday," Jana sighed.
"Cypher-lock combinations change daily, as far as we can tell,"
Lolita explained, "and we've discovered that only part of
the combination-of-the-day actually unlocks the lock."
"We think it's only one of the numbers," Jana
"And it may be even more complicated," Lolita muttered, "like
the position of the active number varies and all the other
numbers are meaningless placeholders."
Jana nodded (sadly). "Like 'two-seven-eight-six-seven'
works, but so would 'one-two-eight-three-four,' or
'nine-nine-eight-nine-nine.' Get it?"
"I think so," Effie frowned.
"It's quite clever, actually," Lolita sighed. "All Tasha
has to remember about the 'code-of-the-day' is 'the third digit
is eight.' The next day, 'the fourth digit is five,' or
'the second digit is two.' And all the other digits can be
Jana also sighed. "Our best guess is that except for the
critical digit she's just randomly tapping numbers.
Anyway, on the rare occasions she slips up and lets one of us
see her enter a code..."
"The next day it's useless," Effie muttered.
"Exactly," Lolita nodded. "And she told you about the
collars being linked to the window and door alarm sensors,
Effie nodded, very much aware of her collar.
"It's true," Jana and Lolita muttered in unison.
"Wonderful," Effie growled.
Just then, the lock of the door-to-the-hallway clicked,
opened, and Tasha (smiling, as usual), gestured for the clean,
groomed, and naked ponies to join her in the hallway.
"Time to eat, ponies."
The ponies in question padded across the threshold. Jana
and Lolita had placed their hands atop their heads without being
prompted, but with her wrists still crossed behind her back and
locked in the cage-cuff, Effie had not.
Their destination was one of the unlabeled, cypher-locked doors
with a covered viewport. The naked ponygirls watched as
Tasha entered a code in the lock, the lock clicked, and
Tasha opened the door. This time, Effie couldn't see the
code Tasha had entered. Tasha's back had been in the way,
she was second in line, and the distance was too great.
And apparently, according to what she'd just learned, it
wouldn't have done her any good anyway.
Jana, Effie, and Lolita padded through the doorway.
The room was square, about twenty feet on a side. The
walls were paneled in barnwood, like the rest of the stable that
wasn't tiled, and a single window was set in the far wall.
It was long, narrow, up near the ceiling, and protected by iron
bars. A stainless steel commode occupied one corner, and
what was obviously a drinking fountain was incorporated in the
top of the tank. The only other furnishing was a
large, linen-covered mattress resting on the floor, more or less
in the center of the room.
Tasha pointed to a large wicker basket resting on the floor
beside the door. "Breakfast, lunch, and dinner,
for three ponies," she announced, then placed her hands on her
hips and smiled (or more precisely, continued smiling).
"You three have the rest of the day off, so play nice.
Tomorrow it'll be back to training." With that, she closed
the door, there was a brief pause... and the lock engaged.
The naked trio stared at the back of the door.
"Did she say there's food in that basket?" Effie inquired,
tugging on her cage-cuff.
Jana and Lolita exchanged a smile, then Lolita led Effie to the
mattress and helped her sit. The linen cover was a dark
hunter-green and surprisingly smooth, almost silky.
"Oof!" Jana complained as she lifted the basket and lugged it to
the mattress. "This thing's certainly heavy enough
for six meals."
Soon, all three naked and collared ponygirls were seated on the
mattress next to the basket. Jana lifted the lid and
extracted a large thermos, which she handed to Lolita. She
then reached back into the basket and produced an insulated
container with its lid secured by a pair of spring-loaded
Meanwhile, Lolita had unscrewed the lid/cup of the thermos,
followed by the insulated cap, then poured a hot, steaming, dark
liquid into the lid/cup. It was coffee, of course, and in
Effie's opinion, it smelled delicious. Lolita blew
on the cup... took a careful sip... then smiled and held the
lid/cup to Effie's lips. "Careful," she cautioned.
Effie took a very careful sip. The coffee was, indeed,
hot, and as delicious as it smelled.
While this was happening, Jana had snapped open the lid of the
container. "Breakfast burritos, if I'm not mistaken.
Scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, a little pico de gallo,
and a dash of salsa, all wrapped in flour tortillas."
"Breakfast of ponies," Lolita huffed.
"Ponygirls," Effie stated.
Jana and Lolita favored Effie with polite but inquisitive
"Ponies are horses," Effie muttered. "We're humans.
Jana and Lolita exchanged smiles, then beamed at Effie.
"I like it," Jana chuckled.
"I agree," Lolita agreed, "and so will Jo and Ollie."
"Not exactly original," Jana continued, "but I like it."
She leaned close and planted a kiss on Effie's lips.
"You're going to fit in around here quite nicely, Effie."
Effie blushed, then lowered her gaze to the open
container. "If I don't starve to death first," she
Jana and Lolita laughed, Jana lifted a burrito from the
container, held it before Effie's mouth for her to take a bite,
and breakfast commenced.