That night, Charity's assigned groom directed her into a cell right next to Garnet and Hazel's stable area. She removed Charity's leather harness and provided her with a nice warm blanket to sleep under. Charity kissed her ponygirl friends through the bars of her cell and fell asleep easily in her comfortable bed.
The next morning, the groom was accompanied by (tick), who was dressed as a groomer now and not a room entertainment girl. The groom seemed to be training (tick) how to care for Charity. Together, they fed and bathed Charity. They dressed her in a new, fancy harness. It still left her breasts, proudly on display, but it was definitely more comfortable and richly decorated. "I guess that I'm a prized animal, at least," Charity thought to herself.
After having been bathed, Charity and (tick) were standing around idly waiting... for something. Charity assumed that Faith would come and be her escort outside the menagerie. She and (tick) could not communicate with each other very easily. Regardless, (tick) proved once again that she was quite skilled at bathing Charity. They seemed to have the time, so Charity dropped to her knees and shuffled up to (tick). Surprisingly, (tick) gently pushed Charity away with a frown. Maybe grooms were not allowed to fraternize with the livestock.
"You have made quite the impression on Millpond," Empusa said when she and Faith arrived shortly after lunch.
"Millpond?" Charity asked, confused.
"Er... Ero-(tick)-(po-tick)-su. Her name translates to Millpond... I guess it sounds much prettier in our native language though, doesn't it?" Empusa explained.
"We just call her (tick)," Faith said.
"Well... I'm having trouble making that thound," Charity lisped. "Tick... tick... I can't pop my tongue quite right..."
"No one expects you to speak so much," Empusa said to Charity.
"Oh... well... I was worried that I offen... that, um, she didn't want me anymore," Charity said.
"Don't get her in trouble with her new boss," Empusa laughed. "Apparently, she has suddenly found a new calling though. She just decided that she wants to be a groomer now. I think she was inspired by the idea of grooming you, Charity. Maybe she will be a natural."
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Later in the afternoon, Faith and Charity were able to have a few minutes alone out in the pasture.
"How are you doing, babe?" Faith asked.
"OK," Charity said smiling. "When is the... the..."
"When is the airship coming?" Faith finished Charity's thought for her. "Still about three weeks before we can head to Paradise."
Charity nodded. "Am I going to make it?"
"Sure, babe, no problem! You're doing great," Faith responded as she wrapped an arm around Charity's back, hugging her. "Hey! Do you remember what I have in my pocket?"
Charity looked to the ground, somewhat lost in concentration. "Pocket?" she said finally.
"Yeah... You remember, I had a few items that I brought from home..." Faith said.
"You brought a pocket from home?" Charity asked.
"No. My clothes had a pocket and I had some things in the pocket," Faith started patting her hips. "A pocket? Helps you carry things in your clothes. They don't really have them here, it seems. Hopefully Empusa put that stuff somewhere..."
"Do you think Hope is okay?" Charity asked.
"Oh, yeah, babe," Faith said, forcing a smile. "This is her universe. She knows what she's doing."
"If you see her... I think I need to fuck her..." Charity said.
"I'll keep an eye out for her," Faith said.
"Fucking her helps me stay human, I think," Charity explained. "I'm so fucking... horny..."
"Yeah..." Faith said, wistfully. "Ahem... Hey! Empusa said that there is going to be a big series of rituals in a couple of days. It's her job to help some women obtain their calling..."
"Look! The ponygirls! I'm going to go fuck them with my tongue now," Charity said. "Okay?" Her voice almost cracked. There was a tear in her eye.
"Okay..." Faith said, kissing her sister on the side of her head. "Charity. Hang in there, okay?"
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When Charity was installed in her cell in the evening, she noticed that Killdoll had been moved to the cell next to hers. At least Charity assumed that the woman was Killdoll. Having a featureless spherical head did an excellent job of obscuring one's identity. That thought made Charity depressed. She had argued that she was certain that Dammasch had taken Blue through the portal. Now, she realized that it could have been any woman dressed like Killdoll. The only exception would be that Blue had to be wearing the collar with the key to Charity's chastity belt.
Charity closed her eyes and tried to remember details from her encounter with Dammasch in the mine. Unfortunately, Charity knew that humans have a tendency to remember things that they want to remember.
"I'm doomed," Charity thought to herself. "I'm going to turn into a brainless animal..."
Charity thought back to her conversation with Faith. She had had trouble remembering the word, 'pocket'. She could visualize a pocket when Faith described it, she just could not get the word to form on her lips.
Maybe if she had more people to speak with, she would be able to hold on to her humanity for a bit longer. She looked around the menagerie. There was no one with whom to talk. No one with whom to have a conversation. She looked over at Killdoll who was standing still with her body turned directly towards her. Creepy. Was she staring at Charity?
Charity suddenly had an idea. She walked over to the corner of her cell adjacent to Killdoll's cell and Hazel and Garnet's stall. The floor of the cells was wood, but the stalls had hay covered dirt.
Killdoll soon walked over to the corner as well. Charity slipped her leg through the bars and drew a three by three grid in the dirt (#). She pointed at the drawing. Eventually, Killdoll turned and leaned forward - angling her crotch faceplate towards the ground. She seemed to be looking at the drawing. Charity stuck out her foot again and drew an 'x' in the upper left corner of the grid.