Chapter 8 - Finale
Tolan served the women more drinks and a light evening meal as they sat in the airy, wood-panelled lounge. Lonna had him stop in front of her so she could admire his perfect, hard bottom, squeeze his balls and brush her finger past his anus. Lonna had submitted to both domwives in the household all day, and she was craving a man to dominate. Kel caught her eye, made a silent promise that she could have him later. On the floor, Alexi ate from a bowl on all-fours. Once he was done he sniffed the feet of the four women at the table, then sucked on Kel's toes.
"That was an excellent meal, Tolan. You're a good slave," said Ava.
"Thank you, Miss Ava," replied Tolan, bowing.
Tolan busied himself clearing plates and cleaning up after the women. Ava leashed Alexi to an eyebolt in the wooden floor, locking her chained pet in place. All four women made their way upstairs to Kel's spacious white-tiled bathroom, where they took a bath together. Ava liked to wash Lonna, enjoyed feeling her hands release the tension in the little subwife's body. Kel soaped and rinsed Sonare in much the same way. It was important for a domwife that their subwife should feel looked after, safe.
Sonare spoke to Ava, "Tell me, why doesn't Alexi have a tail yet?"
"We've been waiting for the right time. And I don't know, we've been using him as a service slave occasionally - you know, walking and talking. I just wasn't sure if the permanent tail would look right."
Sonare was an acknowledged expert on the animalification of males. She had published on the subject. Sucking in her breath, she asked if she could see Alexi's original assessment. Ava pinged it over to her wrist computer.
"He's not really service slave material, to be honest, miss."
"What do you mean, Sonare?"
Sonare moved round in the spacious bath so that Kel could hold her while she spoke. "Well, I'm sure he's devoted enough to you that he serves ably when you make him walk and talk like a service slave, but in truth, he's a pet- and pony- male through and through. It might be confusing the poor boy. Is he less sure of himself when you make him serve like a person?" Ava nodded. "And then afterward, less sure as a petmale?" Ava nodded again.
Lonna cut in, "To be honest, goddess," addressing Ava, "when he makes food or cleans up, I can't help feeling that's my job. I want to be that kind of subwife for you."
Sonare thought a little more, "You know, back when we first got Fleet of Foot" - Sonare referred to the ponyboy they kept in their stables - "I let him talk sometimes. He hated it. He's a pony, not a man. Animals don't talk. Do you know that he can't now?"
"I was vaguely aware of it, yes," said Ava.
"After about a year of not using person speech, they forget how. It's a skill like any other, you have to practise or you forget. He was relieved when he went fully animal."
Ava and Lonna were co-owners of Alexi. They discussed the matter for a few minutes, and decided that when they gave Alexi his tail - a surprise they were saving for that very evening - they would ask their slave how he felt. This decision made, the women dried each other off and returned back downstairs.
Tolan knelt in the middle of the sitting room, hands on head and legs apart. Alexi was chained up nearby, curled up in a ball. Lonna drank Tolan in with her eyes. She looked over to Kel, Tolan's owner, and raised her eyebrows. Can I fuck him now? Kel nodded. Lonna practically skipped to her kit bag, fetching the big pink stim-strapon that she liked to use on Alexi in the park. She put it on and approached Tolan.