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Deep Conditioning

Chapter Ten

1. Cederwyn Whitefurr

9th June, 2019

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Steven led both Palen and Rosie to the bathroom, where he instructed Palen to stand in the oversized shower, before he adjusted the water spray and took the hand held shower rose off the wall.

"its not too hot, is it Palen?" Stephen asked, as he held his fingers under the water, testing the temperature.

"It's fine, thank you." Palen smiled, as he patiently stood, the water sluicing off his body and swirling down the drain.

Stephen nodded, watching as Rosie lay down on the floor and curled up, tucking her nose under her hind leg, then drifting off into a light sleep.

"It never fails to amaze me -" Stephen pondered, as his hand rested on Palen's neck.

Palen blinked, then lifted his head, the look of confusion evident in his body posture and eyes.

"Sorry Palen, I meant to say, how animals can just lay down and go straight to sleep, how do you do it?"

Palen pondered a moment, before he responded. "I think, its because we are unburdened by human emotions, like guilt and such – humans, if you'll pardon the language Stephen, they're, well – they're so conflicted. Their minds must be so filled with extraneous thoughts and emotions and such, but I am mere speculating, I do not know, I don't think I can know..."

Stephen thought on the words for a while, as he began shampooing Palen's fur, using brushes to ensure it got down to his skin, paying particular attention to his mane and tail. Palen waited patiently, standing still before Stephen touched the back of his left leg, and Palen obediently lifted it up, letting Stephen check and wash the hoof.

"Palen, may I ask you something?" Stephen asked, as he soaked Palen's belly fur, then began scrubbing it, gobbets of shampoo plopping onto the floor.

"Of course Stephen, your wishes are our commands,what do you wish to speak of?"

Stephen's fingers caressed and stroked Palen's sheath, the young stallion giving a weak quiver before he relaxed his penile muscles and his penis slid from the velvety sheath. Stephen smiled and caressed Palen's neck, then used both hands to begin washing Palen's penis.

"I'm concerned Palen," Stephen sighed, as he scrubbed the stallion's length, then reached back and lightly caressed the dark, velvety scrotum. "I'm very concerned, what if I can not break you and Rosie of your conditioning?"

Palen quivered – he couldn't help it, the pleasurable touches and sensations Stephen's fingers were bringing him were undeniable, but he controlled himself and forced his eager body to relax and ignore the arousing sensations.

"That is a question I can not answer truthfully. As you know, all Inteli-Pet's are imprinted with the ability to speak, to think and above all – to obey our owner. In this case, that is you."

Steven sighed, then sat on the edge of the shower on a small stool, idly stroking Palen's wet, soapy rump thoughtfully.

"I feel guilty, terrible shame and guilt, that I had you both given the deep conditioning, just so I could - "

Palen turned his head and nuzzled Stephen gently, then gave a quiet nicker.

"We obey, in this, we are content. You love us, you feed us, you keep us warm, content and safe. Is this any different from how a human would treat their pet dog for example?"

"You're not pets!" Stephen countered. "You're intelligent, thoughtful, sentient creatures! A dog is smart – yes – can be taught to fetch, come, stay, etc..."

"We are created in a laboratory, by human scientists, for humans – we know no other way or life, until I was imprinted, I was a blank slate – an empty shell, same as Rosie."

"It's – not the same, you think, you feel, you have emotions you suppress – is it because of your inhibitions forced on you? We could say you are just as intelligent and sentient as any human, living or dead. Why can your rights not be respected and such, just like any humans? You're not slaves, you're – well – you are servants under the eyes of the law."

"Ours is to obey our owner, in this, as I said, we are content. We can not, would not, disobey an order given to us. Why do you sound so upset Stephen? Are you unhappy with us?

Stephen sighed, then stroked Palen's forehead tenderly. "No, my dear, sweet stallion. I could never be unhappy with either of you. I just – I wish - "

Palen nuzzled Stephen, giving comfort as best he could, as his mind churned with thoughts and feelings – but fur furred muzzle showed none of the conflict within him, so well did he mask it.

"Stephen, please, try to understand," Palen spoke calmly, as he continued nuzzling Stephen, sensing his owners distress.

"We are – not what we appear. We were created by the Inteli-Pet Corporation, from genetic templates of the animals we appear to be. Whether we are created to just be companions for our owners, or given the deep conditioning – it means nothing to us. We are incapable, mentally and physically, of disobedience of the compulsions within us. If, by some method I do not know, that inhibition and control was broken – our very lives, were it to be known, would be forfeit. You love us, unconditionally and without any hesitation, and we reciprocate that love and affection."

Stephen picked up the shower rose, then washed down Palen's belly.

"It's still not right Palen. Making love with you and Rosie, I can't lie – it feels incredible, you're both everything I dreamed of! You're both so gifted, talented and – how do I find the words?"

Palen smiled, then nuzzled at Stephen's chest, before resting his wet head on Stephen's shoulder, giving him the equivalent of an equine cuddle.

"I understand what you're trying to say Stephen, thank you, it means the world to us, to know you are happy and content."

Stephen laughed quietly, then cuddled Palen around the neck, before he helped Palen from the shower and began drying him off. Rosie awoke with a snort, then rose and stretched, her spine crackling as she lowered her forequarters. Her teardrop like tail flickered thrice, before she stood up and shook herself, gazing at Palen and Stephen, before carefully stepping into the shower and awaiting her own attentions from her beloved owner.

After thirty minutes, Palen was mostly dry, he nuzzled Stephen's cheek and left the bathroom, before Stephen turned his attentions on Rosie, who gazed at him with a look of trust and love, her slender tail flickering too and fro.

"Now Rosie, your turn -"

Rosie squealed and giggled shyly, as Stephen began wetting her down from neck to hooves, his fingers massaging and tenderly stroking, before he slid his hands across her belly, feeling the tightness and her uncomfortable tremble.

"Its alright Rosie, that, gods, that must be so discomforting to you, I think I can help you, if you trust me, alright?"

Rosie twisted her head about to look at him, before she shuddered and squatted, her tail raising as she trembled and her ears slicked back. Stephen watched as Rosie remained like that for a few moments, then she grunted in relief and gave a tight muscular contraction. As he watched, Rosie shuddered as her muscles bunched and writhed across her withers and belly, then the dribble of Palen's semen become a flood, spattering onto the wet shower floor as Rosie wilfully purged her body of the Stallion's sperm.

When at last she was finished, she gasped and shuddered, panting heavily and Stephen washed her rump and hind legs, hosing away the sticky semen then he blinked, having never imagined Rosie was capable of that. He caressed her gently, feeling her belly greatly reduced in size – more its normal appearance and she gratefully accepted Stephen's comforting hold as her knees trembled.

"How did you - " Stephen whispered. "I had no idea, Palen could – well – could come that much!"

Rosie shuddered and looked down at the last of Palen's sticky offering, as it gurgled and swirled down the drain.

"All Doe's have some sort of ability, to purge their bodies of the sperm of an unwanted Buck's mating. Mine is more refined, I think, its something they did when I was created, as we're made to pleasure our owner – and seeing as I don't have hands, well, paws, I couldn't clean myself up easily. I can – only imagine – how it must feel, if you were to wish to breed with me and I'd - "

Rosie swallowed, then hung her head in shame and embarrassment. Steven lifted her head up, and lovingly looked into her eyes.

"Honey, its alright, you did what you felt you had too, I apologise to you Rosie, what I asked you to do, I'm sorry, it was wrong – and..."

Rosie blinked, then nuzzled Stephen affectionately.

"Please, don't be angry with yourself -" Rosie whispered, her ears slicked back and her eyes wide and concerned. "Palen did not hurt me that much, nor did you. It was – more uncomfortable, than anything. I'm – a little sick in my belly, but it will pass, we did what we did, out of love and trust in you. You wanted to try something, we are compelled to obey you, but please master, I beg of you – please do not ever do that again? Please?"

To Be Continued...