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noted and may not be used without permission. Blue Diamond, Tigre, Cheshire, Chili, ICON, Foxforce, Firefox, Shadowfox,

Silverfox and Technofox are the properties of Dynotaku (visual arts) that inspired the fanfictions by Nathan Cowan (written

works). Any resemblance to any human person or chimera, whether living, dead or reprogrammed is purely coincidental.

I recommend that you read “Firefox" by Nathan Cowan first to better understand this story. If you don't, there are spoilers

in here that would reduce your reading pleasure of the story that inspired this piece of fan fiction.

"** Trisha Part 4"**

by Kellan Meig'h

Copyright© 2008 - 2020

All Rights Reserved USA and World inclusive

"** Trisha Part 4"**

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Act XIX

***

“Trisha? Honey, I have to leave to go to work now," Mace said softly to his intended as he stood by the bed, nudging her to wake her up. “Trisha, it's after zero-eight hundred hours, Hon." he reminded her.

“Uugh," the filly retorted, throwing off her covers, sitting up and swinging her legs off the bed. “Um, you sure about the time? My internal chrono says it's oh-seven fifty-nine."

“I'm guessing my Rolex is off again if you say that's the time," her lover proffered up. He looked at his cell phone, noting it was just changing to eight a.m. “Time to take my watch in for a check up." he mused as he sat down on the bed to tie his shoes. After he had taken care of that duty, Trisha walked him to the door of her suite.

“Have a nice day," Trisha offered as she kissed him on the cheek and saw him off to his day of work. She waited until he had gotten into the elevator and the doors had closed before she shut the door to her suite. She smiled, thinking about their weekend together as she went into the bathroom and prepared to take a shower. She really wanted to clean up further before going downstairs for breakfast.

She slipped off her nightgown, removed her tail wrap, turned on the water and stood under the shower, letting the hot water pound down on her neck. She was still a bit sore from her 'weekend' on the Big Island with her lover. On a whim, they had been out horseback riding on Ponoholo Ranch, owned by a friend of his. The saddle she used had been custom made for chimerae, equipped with a cutout in the cantle to clear her tail and special stirrups to accommodate her hooves. It was obvious, though that Trisha was not a horselady despite the fact she shared some genetic makeup with the gelding she rode.

Retrieving her favorite bottle of shampoo off the shelf in the shower, she lathered up her mane and tail thoroughly, taking the time to work the suds in to get the remaining grime out of them. It was amazing just how dirty they had gotten on their overnight ride. While she washed up, she mused about her contract running out at Blue Hawaii. She was still torn about this, having been here for almost five years. Blue Hawaii was her home, after all.

Rinsing the soap out of her coat, she dried off in her full body dryer, then dressed for the day in her turquoise bustier and black leather pants to go downstairs to eat. She put her equipment harness on, then added her whip and Blackberry. She fondled the handle of her whip, just an occasional training aid now, and smiled wistfully at the thought of having been made a tamer by Mr. Waddell. That seemed so long ago.

***

Trisha stepped off the staff elevator and headed for the cafeteria for a quick breakfast of oatmeal. She had remembered to call in ahead of time so it should be waiting for her when she arrived. Looking around at the hallway, she remembered the first time she had walked through this part of the complex when she had been allowed to eat with the rest of the staff and how uncomfortable she had felt, wearing clothing that wasn't destined to be torn from her body for a change. That seemed just like yesterday, in a way. She was almost to the cafeteria door when she was intercepted by Chuck Waddell.

“Good morning, Boss," Trisha greeted Mister Waddell as she kissed him on the cheek.

“Good Morning, Patricia. You're just the person I wanted to talk to," he replied with a smile.

“Um, what do you want to talk about?" she asked nervously. The boss had a funny smile this morning, out of the ordinary for him.

“Well, I was hoping to ask you to stay on long enough to train your replacement." he suggested.

“Who do you think you might replace me with?" she asked.

“If you're going to train your replacement, I was hoping you would choose the lucky lady." he replied.

“Can I think about it for a day? I need to talk with Mace before I commit to staying another month."

“Sure thing. Let me know what you decide, then." Chuck headed off to take care of other things, leaving Trisha to her thoughts.

The filly retrieved her breakfast and sat down to enjoy it, trying to put the need to choose her replacement out of her mind. She had three very capable trainers under her but it wasn't that easy to choose one of them. The lucky lady would have to want to be a tamer.

***

Her breakfast over with, Trisha made her way down the hall to the new employee waiting area to pick up her latest charge. She smiled, thinking about how things used to be. This new female would have been strung up in a training frame for her to whip a bit, just to get her attention. Nowadays, the new performers were hired via the Internet and newspapers. They were willing to work here so the whip was relegated to a sign of authority and occasional reinforcement, nothing more.

“Hilda Jean Sorensen?" Trisha asked of the female, waiting for her to respond. The tall bay colored filly stood and smiled at her, nodding.

“That's me, Ma'am," the tall one replied, setting her magazine back in the rack with the others. The buff-hued tamer noted that the new girl, unlike her, had feet instead of hooves. That meant Hilda was a Brandon 91 or 92, or possibly an IMT Mk 21-E.

“Hilda, call me Trisha, please," the buckskin filly retorted. “Come with me and I'll help you to get set up with all of your equipment. This might take a few hours so if you need to use the restroom, it's right over there."

“Thank you but I already went, Trisha." she proffered up.

“OK, let's get you set up."

***

Trisha took her new charge down to Equipment (Mis)Management so she could get all of her gear that she needed. As usual, Bill Waterman made it as easy as possible.

“Hilda, you're a Brandon 92, right?" he asked, getting out his measuring tape and a clipboard.

“Yeah, I'm a Brandon Biotech model 92 General Battle Equine," she replied while she was taking her clothes off for Bill to measure her for the bondage gear she would ultimately use.

“That makes my morning just a little longer," he offered up. “Your series used a different genetic material than the 87's used. I'll have to do a full set of measurements on you since you're the first 92 to come through here as a performer."

Bill set her up with her new bands and collar, red in color, and coded the RFID chip in her right band for her. He measured her for a waist belt using an adjustable one to be sure it would fit her properly then he fitted her for a head harness. Bill was careful to make sure the magnetic key he gave to Hilda would work the various locks on her equipment. The locks installed on her bondage gear were only for show now, since all performers were now willing employees, for the most part. He finally got around to setting her up to make a full mold of her mouth for the custom gags that would ultimately be made.

“This usually goes pretty smoothly, Hilda. I'll talk you through it while I do the work so you know what's happening." he told her as he readied the required material.

Tipping her back in a dentist's chair, Bill coated her upper teeth and palate with a silicone dental impression material. Once that cured, he set her back upright and coated her lower teeth and tongue. Bill applied some of that silicone material to a dam that he placed in the back of her mouth, then sealed it to the rest of the goo in her mouth.

“This is where most girls freak out. I'm going to fill your mouth with a foam silicone to finish the mold." he said as he tipped her back until her mouth was pointing upwards.

Bill chose an anatomically correct funnel to put in her mouth, using a little heat from a hot-air gun to shape it for a perfect fit. Hilda held the funnel with her lips and fingers while Bill carefully poured the foamed silicone into her maw, allowing the excess to come up into the funnel just slightly. After a few minutes for it to cure, they wrangled the solid mold out of her mouth.

“OK, now you have to put this back in," he asked her after checking the mold for defects. “I'll make the outer mold for it to index to next."

Hilda fussed with it a bit but she finally had the insert back in. Bill put some tubes in her nostrils, applied a mold release to her coat then coated her muzzle with a silicone molding material. A fiberglass bandage shell came after that, then Bill drilled a hole through the shell and the end of the insert past her lips to index them together with a pin. He waited a few minutes for the shell to harden then he helped Hilda rid herself of the items on and in her.

“Well, I think we have everything we need for now," he mused, writing down her room assignment on a sheet of paper for her and making sure she had an employee manual. “Trisha, she's all yours." Bill finally announced with a smile.

***

“Um, Hilda, what did you do before you came here?" Trisha asked while they ate lunch in the Performer's cafeteria.

“I was trained as a recon soldier but I was picked up in a lend/lease deal by Oklahoma Gas and Electric to work as a high-tension linesperson. I suppose the upside to that deal was the fact the pay was good enough for me to purchase myself in a little less than five years. I finally got tired of working in the rain and the burning sun so when I saw an ad for this place, I gave the number a call. I was already self-owning with a good retirement set aside from working for OG&E so I thought this might be fun."

“Um, you do know we do a lot of bondage tableaus here," Trisha pointed out.

“Listen, I think I could probably think up a few new ones," the dark brown female offered. “You should have seen the safety harnesses I had to wear on the major transmission towers."

“You're not kidding by the sound of your voice," Trisha commented. “Well, after we eat, I'll have you fitted for your costumes and acquaint you with a few tableaus. Tell me, are you allergic to maple syrup?"

“No, I love maple syrup!" Hilda said enthusiastically. “I just love pancakes with plenty of syrup dripping off of them!"

***

Mace was helping his lead mechanic sort out a problem with their number one Lockheed C-130 Hercules. The Beast, as she had been nicknamed, had decided she didn't need to close her loading doors.

“Mark, try it again," Mace asked, holding a limit switch in to fake out the interlocks. The doors just stared back at him in return. “Dad burn it!" he spat out, shaking his head.

“Doesn't look promising, does it?" Mark asked, wiping his hands on a grease rag. “She's just mad because we bought another 130 and she's not the queen anymore."

“Well, she's costing me money now," Mace offered up. “Come on, baby, close your doors, please?" He said softly as he pressed the button. The doors closed for him.

“Well, do I tell Ralph and his crew to take her? I would be concerned she would decide not to open up when they got to their destination." the mechanic asked.

“Naw, don't worry. Ralph and the Beast get along famously. It's the ground crew she hates."

Mace left the plane, headed for the hanger and the promise of a bit of quiet and a cup of coffee. The day was already becoming a long one and the thought of having dinner with Trisha was all that drove him on. His cell phone ringing jarred him from his musing.

“Alexander Aviation," he said, not bothering to look at the display.

“Um, Mace, Sweetie, did I catch you at a bad time?" Trisha asked, watching her charge who was pleasuring her client while submerged in a tub of maple syrup. She could hear the sounds of aircraft on the ramp in the background so she knew he was outside.

“No, I'm glad you called. I was having a bad morning, Hon. The Beast was being her usual cranky self again."

“Oh, well, I won't keep you long, then. Um, Mister Waddell asked me to stay on an extra month to train my replacement." she conveyed to her lover.

“That's not a problem, Hon. We still need to find a place to live stateside. That real estate agent we picked out still hasn't sent me any potential home pictures."

“So, it's okay to tell Mister Waddell that I'll stay another month?" she asked, just to be sure.

“Sure, go ahead. See you at nineteen hundred hours tonight for dinner. Be sure to dress up a bit."

“Sure, Sweetie. I'll be ready and waiting."

Mace walked across the ramp towards the main freight hanger with a bit of spring in his step now, the call from his lover brightening up his day.

***

“Ladies, I think I need another shower," Hilda suggested after having the mouthpiece removed from her maw. “I really like syrup but that was a bit much," she added, smiling at Trisha.

“You looked like you enjoyed it," the buckskin filly offered up. “You had that look on your face that said it all."

“Well, that client has a huge cock!" the bay-colored filly blurted out. “It would be hard not to enjoy that monster."

“Hilda, will you sit still?" Miriam Stahl admonished the tall bay-colored femme. “I need to get this last glop of adhesive off of your muzzle."

“I'm sorry," she replied, sitting still while the head costumer finished her work.

“You know, it's not the size, it's what they can do with it that counts." Trisha stated. “Well, you have another client and you're lucky, too. He wants you for the night and he's not into serious bondage."

“Aawww, that takes the fun out of it," Hilda said as she stood back up to follow Trisha. “Erm, is it possible to get another shower? I wasn't kidding when I said I needed another one. I'm still kinda sticky everywhere."

“Yeah, we have enough time so we can go by your room for you to shower again." Trisha stopped and looked up at the brown femme. “That is, unless you would like to try out my shower?"

“What, like shower up in your room?"

“Sure! You need to see what a Tamer's suite looks like so you might be motivated to become one some day."

***

Hilda followed Trisha up to her suite and was somewhat shocked by the nicety of her mentor's accommodations. She checked out the kitchen area, the living room, bedroom, the huge bathroom and shower, the closet and the 'special' closet in the short hall.

“Trisha, what is this stuff for? I thought you were the one that did the training!" Hilda blurted out.

“You're right, I do the training and that's my 'training' equipment." the buckskin filly offered up.

“These are funny looking gloves," the tall filly mused as she slipped on a bondage sleeve. “Hmm, no glove or fingers at the end of the sleeve. Makes me have to curl my hand up in a fist." she commented.

“You don't need fingers when you're wearing those," Trisha replied, buckling the strap that went around Hilda's wrist. “Here, these bondage sleeves go together like this," she added, putting the other sleeve on her charge and buckling the other strap.

“Is this all?"

“No, you need to buckle the straps that hold them on your body, one strap in front, two in back." She demonstrated by cinching all three straps tight. “Now, cross your arms in front of you," Trisha directed, using the strap attached to one glove to fasten Hilda's forearms together. She then took the belts that were attached to the end of the 'mittens', put them around behind her charge and buckled them somewhat snugly.

“So, this is how it's done?" Hilda mused, trying out the wiggle room allowed, which was almost none.

“It's better than a straitjacket, since it leaves your breasts open for play," the tamer pointed out as she tweaked her charge's nipples gently. “So, have you ever been with a man before today?" she asked.

“Uh, not very often, just a couple of times." was the reply.

“Um, I think a bit of remedial training is due here." Trisha stated. “Let me get out my training tool," she said as she grabbed her biggest ribbed Feel-doe from the closet. “I'll just slip this in like this," she mused, placing the 'pony' end of the 'L' shaped toy into her love canal.

“Now that looks interesting," Hilda commented, rubbing her thighs together in anticipation.

“Normally, I would put on my leather harness to hold my teaching tool in place, but for this time, I won't do that. Now, let's get you ready."

She guided Hilda over to her bed, made her lay down on it, then she used two cables to connect her charge's elbows to the bed, keeping her in place. A couple of taps on the switches tightened up the cables, pinioning the bay-colored femme firmly.

Climbing in between the taller filly's legs, Trisha checked to see that her charge was wet already. Smiling at the new girl's randiness, she slipped the tool into her, slowly working it in until they were groin to groin.

“Uuunngghhh, that is so filling . . ." Hilda put forth breathily, slowly locking her legs over Trisha's.

“Okay, when I pull out, try to use your pelvic floor muscles to keep me from pulling the feel-doe out of you."

“Wha . . . what muscles?" Hilda asked in a whisper, now totally distracted by the feelings running from her groin to her head.

“Like you're flagging your tail."

“Oh . . . okay . . ."

Trisha was making sure she ground her groin against Hilda's clit on each stroke, fueling the fire that was building in the femme under her. Her student was beginning to breathe raggedly, so it seemed time to add more fuel. She locked lips with Hilda, kissing her deeply.

“Nnnnn!" the dark one moaned through her nose, trying to move with the buckskin 'teacher' above her.

“Mmmm!" Trisha moaned back, enjoying the feelings of their bodies grinding against each other. It only took a few more strokes to push Hilda over the edge, causing her to have a huge orgasm. That in turn caused the Buckskin filly to have a huge orgasm of her own.

Once her orgasm had faded, Trisha rolled off of her charge and began to unfetter her. It was amusing, in a way to see Hilda pretty much out of it from that earth-shattering orgasm she had been given by the teaching tool and the teacher.

“Let's get you in the shower," Trisha put forth, helping the taller femme to her feet. She guided her charge to the shower and turned it to a very warm setting. After the water had pounded down on the new girl from the overhead rain-head for a few minutes, Hilda began to respond again.

“Wow, that was mind-blowing." the bay-colored Brandon femme finally put forth.

“It looked like you enjoyed that," the buckskin femme retorted while she began to take care of Hilda's mane for her. “You might like the body wash in the red bottle. It smells like strawberries."

Hilda sampled the bottles, finding the one that had a mint smell pleased her. She washed her body while her Tamer took care of her mane and tail. Once she was clean, they stepped into the full-body dryer.

“I like this," Hilda offered up while she brushed her coat with a special slicker brush.

“If you like to use a full-body dryer, use one of the ones in the weight room." Trisha suggested. “Just go in, lift some weights for a bit, then use the shower. Nobody will yell at you for doing that."

“I'll have to remember that." the tall one retorted.

Once they were dry, Hilda began to dress in the costume that had been selected for her client. It was a safari blouse that had Velcro attachments under the fake buttons for easier removal, a safari-inspired short skirt, some hiking boots and a pith helmet, all khaki colored. Her black satin underwear had Velcro patches at the hips and above her tail dock for easier removal by her client.

While the taller one dressed, Trisha put on an intricate turquoise leather upper body harness that barely covered her nipples, a matching thong, her equipment harness and whip. One thing that wasn't common for her to wear were a pair of turquoise knee-high boots.

They were made from premium leather, they laced down the front but they had been equipped with a hidden zipper down the back of each boot. The rather unusual sole had a rubber 'shoe' that looked like it was copied off of a regular steel horse shoe. The toe of the 'shoe' had been rolled by Bill Waterman after Trisha had commented on the stiff gait that the hard toe edge had caused. She had picked them up a few days ago after they had been rolled for her so she needed to try them out.

“Those boots are real pretty." Hilda put forth.

“Yeah, my future husband said the same thing about them. I can tell you this; these were a real bitch to lace up the first time." Trisha offered up while she zipped her boots closed.

“You're getting married? Isn't that illegal in Hawaii?"

“We're moving stateside soon. We'll get married once we find a place to settle down."

“Wow. I actually hadn't given thought to marrying a man."

“Well, Hilda, if you do, make sure you have deep feelings for him and he sees you as something more than a furry fuck toy."

“I think you're right." the tall one mused. “You know, there was this guy one time that really had a thing for me when I worked for OG&E. I guess I blew that one."

“Well, keep looking. There are men that come through here that aren't just looking for a quick roll in the hay with a furry female. You can usually tell those men from the others. They seem shy and they apologize too often when they think they might have hurt you by accident. You know when one is really interested in you when they always ask for you by name each time."

Trisha stood up and walked over to her closet, trying to decide if Bill had rolled the toes enough for her likings. She slipped on her fingerless shooter's gloves that matched her outfit, then she put on her Tamer's bands. She went back into the bedroom and walked around a bit, still trying to decide the fate of her hoofwear.

“Those boots look nice but you appear as if you're taking too long of a stride." Hilda pointed out.

“Yeah, I feel like I'm doing 'The Stripper Strut' when I wear these boots."

“Trisha, can I be honest with you?"

“Sure, Hilda."

“Well, when you get ready to walk, it's like you're 'getting ready' you know, tensing up. You walk real tense, too. Maybe you need to loosen up?"

“You are very observant." the buckskin femme offered up. Trisha rolled her head on her neck, then shook out her hands and hooves. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, she strolled back over to her closet, turned and walked back.

“You looked better that time." Hilda put forth.

Trtisha walked over to the bed and sat down by her charge. Bringing up a boot where they could both see it, Trisha pointed this out;

“I think this is the problem, after you made me relax and pay attention to what I was doing. My hoof walls have the trailing edges rolled a bit too, since I actually land each step on my heels when I'm walking. My hooves aren't exactly like a feral horse's hooves. I have a small, abbreviated heel of sorts, just like you. These boots have a heel that's not natural for me, so that must be the issue."

“You know, when I walk in high heels, I do a similar sort of strut."

“Hilda, thanks for helping me figure this out." Trisha looked at the clock, then back at her charge. “Let's go by the Snack Shack and get you something to hold you over until you have dinner with your client."

***

Trisha and Hilda were in Suite 502, a large suite usually used by guests for a weekend visit. It was a nice room with an ocean view and a king-sized bed. Hilda was currently in the middle of the bed, being situated just so by Trisha.

“You are so lucky, Hilda." the buckskin femme put forth. “Your client, Jack Thomson, is a real nice guy. He's eighty-one but he's got the stamina of a twenty-year-old man. He's real Old School when it comes to how he treats his performers. He usually likes to start with you on the bed, a 'prize' left for him by his fictitious employers. He pretends he's a hunting guide in Africa so he'll be dressed in that theme.

“He'll do you on the bed, then he'll let you up to further examine his 'prize'. After that, he'll order dinner for the two of you. He will be serious when he says to order whatever you want. Just don't order anything too heavy so you don't get an upset stomach. After dinner and a story, usually themed around a hunt that either went well or went totally sideways, he'll ask you to service him orally. Take your time, make him enjoy it.

“After that, he'll probably have you wash him in the tub. Don't be shy, just climb in with him. His favorite soaps are already put out. Once he's been cleaned up, he'll probably want to lay on the bed and have you ride him. Again, take your time. Remember to flag your tail every once in a while so that will make your kegel muscles give him a squeeze. He'll be ready for bed by then so enjoy your night with him. Jack usually doesn't tie you up for bed but he might put a leather blackout hood on you. It just covers your head, not your muzzle. He might use the bondage mittens, too. They're leather, padded inside and they force you to make a fist inside them."

“This Mister Thomson sounds like fun." Hilda commented while her Tamer adjusted the cabling just right.

“Not too tight?" Trisha asked.

“I have a little wiggle room." the bound performer replied. “When will he be here?"

“In about fifteen minutes. Any questions?"

“Tomorrow morning. What will he want to do?"

“He will come up with something fun. You know, one time he ordered some fur coloring and painted me to look like a zebra. Gah, that tickled the hell out of me!"

“That sounds fun." Hilda mused.

“Okay, gotta go. Have fun!"

“Bye, Trisha!"

Hilda watched the door close, wondering if she was really going to enjoy this. Trying to relax and gain a bit more wiggle room, she laid there on the bed in anticipation.

***

That evening, Trisha was sitting with Mace in a very upscale French restaurant, celebrating two years together. The femme chimera had traded her work clothing for a white satin blouse and a turquoise knee-length leather skirt. She still had on her boots, however. Their dinner over with, they were enjoying an after-dinner wine and the ambiance of the evening.

“Trish, I think I might have found us a nice house in Brainerd, Minnesota." He offered up. “That agent is supposed to send us some pictures of it." he added, squeezing her hand lovingly.

“That's good," she replied, smiling at her lover. “It's hard to believe it's been two years. I still remember our first meeting. You were nervous as all hell."

“I know I was. I hadn't been with a woman in a while so I was unsure of myself." he stated.

“Are you still unsure of yourself?" she asked, smiling at her lover.

“No, I'm very sure of myself now. I know I love you and I want you to be with me always. You're more human than any other woman I've ever known or been with."

Mace was looking at her right hand, the one she wore her Claddagh ring on, when he looked up to see she was biting her lower lip, trying not to audibly cry. She had tears rolling softly down her cheeks, her eyes closed tightly while she fought for her composure.

“Honey, are you upset?" he asked, hoping he hadn't said something hurtful to her. He was mentally reviewing what he had said when Trisha spoke up.

“No, I . . . I'm at a loss of words . . ." she said, taking a few deep breaths to desperately keep a hold of what little composure she had dug up from somewhere deep inside. “What you just said, that was the nicest thing you could have ever said to me." she finally replied in a small, wavering voice, almost a whisper.

“I was only speaking the truth," he said in defense of his statement.

“Mace, Sweetheart, you're going to make me cry," she begged as she tried to keep from breaking down emotionally.

“Well, you're going to cry anyway, even if I don't say another word," Mace pointed out as the waiter brought out the cake for them. It was a two layer affair with small figures on top that represented Mace and Trisha. She took one look, trying to keep from crying, then just as Mace had predicted, the dam burst, Trisha almost crushing Mace's hand that she held as she broke down completely.

***

Trisha looked over at her lover, noting he was just trying to get his breath back. She tried to scoot her back against the bed to satisfy an itch, finding it impossible to do so.

“I need you to scratch my back, Sweetheart. I have an itch right between my shoulder blades that's driving me nuts." she requested.

Trisha couldn't reach it at the moment because her arms were spread out, cuffs cabled off snugly to the top corners of the bed. A wide waist belt was cabled to the sides of the bed and her thigh cuffs were chained to the waist belt, keeping her legs up and out of the way. Cables from her ankles to the bottom corners of the bed kept her legs spread open, allowing her lover full access.

Yeah, I'll get that itch for you, Hon. Right here?" he asked, pushing a hand under her and scrubbing her back for her.

“Mmm, right there," she said, eyes closing in relief. “Mmm, maybe down just a bit." she suggested.

Mace snuggled up next to her, unhooking the cables to her ankles and the chains to her thigh cuffs for her. She then stretched her legs out, getting the kinks out of them. Mace then got between her legs, massaging them for her.

“Ooh, that feels good," she said, obviously enjoying his attention. He smiled at her, lifted her left leg and kissed her calf. “Maybe you would kiss me somewhere else, like on the lips?" she asked.

Mace undid her ankle and thigh cuffs and set them aside, then the cables from the waist belt followed by the belt itself. He laid back down on top of her and undid her wrists as he began to kiss her just as she had asked. He had one hand under her back and the other playing with her forelocks while he kissed her deeply.

“Mmm . . ." she moaned, enjoying his ministrations. This felt good to her, his body over hers, giving her all of his attention.

“Do you want to go again?" he asked, sensing her arms wrapping around him, her left leg slipping over his right.

“Mmm, not now. I don't think you can go again, anyway." she offered up, kissing his chin. “This feels so good, just being close to you, feeling your arms holding me."

“That's good. I don't think I have anything left to give." he retorted. “Um, did you like the house?" he asked, Trisha having looked at the pictures earlier in the evening.

“Yeah, it's very nice," she replied, kissing his neck gently. “You know, it doesn't matter to me what it looks like as long as we call it our home."

“In that case, ask Mr. Waddell for a few days off and we'll go wander around Brainerd, just to see if we like it there." Mace suggested. “While we're there, we'll look at the house, too."

“That sounds good," she mused, kissing him on the lips afterward.

“You should probably coordinate this with Linda," he allowed, nuzzling against her neck. “Ed and Linda need to take a look-see if they're moving with us."

Trisha grabbed her Blackberry from her nightstand and began to text Linda, knowing she was probably busy herself with Ed. In the meanwhile, Mace was sending Ed a text message of roughly the same content.

***

Linda woke up from her nap when the Challenger Three-Hundred of Alexander Aviation Services touched down at Brainerd Crow Wing County Airport. She looked around to see her lover was already awake, Mace appeared to have just woke up up and Trisha was still napping.

“Can she sleep through anything?" Mace mused, looking over at his lover sitting beside him. She had her head snuggled into a pillow, snoring lightly. “Trisha, Honey. You need to wake up," he suggested, shaking her shoulder gently to rouse her.

“Mmm, are we there yet?" she retorted, slowly opening her eyes. “Um, did I oversleep?"

“No we just touched down." he replied. “You need to get ready to de-board so we can get into town and get some breakfast."

The primary pilot came back through the cabin, smiling at all of them as he made his way to the cabin exit door. Opening it up and making sure it was in a secure open position along with the stairs, he quickly went down and opened the hold for them, putting their bags onto a cart that had been brought out to the jet.

“I'm glad I broke these boots in yesterday," Trisha commented as she laced her special hoofwear up. They had been made specifically for equine chimerae, an insulated urethane rubber hoof-shaped boot on the bottom and leather from just above her coronary bands up to her knees. She stood, put on her coat and gloves then stepped off the plane into thirty-one degree farenheit Midwest fall weather.

“This is cold!" Linda stated as she slipped her gloves on once she followed Trisha off the craft to wait for Ed to join her on the tarmac.

“It's not that cold, you're just used to Hawaii's warm weather." Ed suggested as he zipped up his coat after de-boarding. “You should try Keflavik, Iceland in February. Now that is cold!"

A dark blue rental SUV pulled up near them and a young female stepped out, clipboard in hand. She looked at the tail numbers on the aircraft, then headed their way.

“Mr. Mason James Alexander?" she asked, looking at Mace curiously. “We don't have many private jets like this landing here." She then spotted Linda and Trisha, rubbing their hands together to stay warm. “Erm, I'm sure I've never met an equine chimera before for that matter."

“Hello, I'm Patricia Marie Pollard and this is Linda Ann Moore. Nice to meet you." Trisha said, offering her hand to the rental agency employee as she introduced the two of them.

“Err, I'm Marjory Collins, Minnesota Rent-A-Car Corp.," the female replied, obviously embarrassed. “I'm sorry if I was staring, it's just we don't have many chimerae living around here. They're mostly over in Duluth, working in the service industry."

“Well, we're looking to settle down nearby," Trisha stated. “You might be seeing a lot of us very soon."

“Mr. Alexander, if you could sign here, your vehicle is fully fueled and ready for you." the lady asked, giving Mace a copy of the form afterward. She then gave them directions to a good cafe to get some breakfast right before another vehicle came and picked her up.

“All Right! Let's get our things in the car and get some food! I'm starving!" Mace said as he began to help the flight crew to load their things.

***

Trisha watched the scenery go by while they made their way into downtown Brainerd. The area was very rural, not at all like the area around Blue Hawaii. It reminded her a little of Fort Sill and Lawton, Oklahoma. She had been there for rifle training and she mused about just how long ago that felt to her.

“Trisha, doesn't this remind you of Fort Sill?" Linda asked, bringing her attention back to the present.

“Um, yeah, it does." she replied. “I was just thinking the same thing."

“I really like this area," Ed offered up. “It seems very quiet here, too."

Mace found a parking place near the restaurant in question so once the vehicle was parked, they all headed that way. Ed, being ever so polite, opened the door to the eatery, allowing them entry.

“I"ll be right with you," the female voice informed them from the kitchen area as the foursome sat down at a table. The waitress made her way over to them, putting some menus out for them. “OK, what can . . . I . . . get for . . . you?" she asked, her voice trailing off at the sight of the two female chimerae.

“I think I might like a coffee while we decide what to eat," Trisha spoke up, giving their waitress a polite smile.

“You know, that sounds good. I'll have a coffee too," Linda said as she looked over at Ed, who was trying not to laugh.

“Coffee for all of us," Mace told the young lady, smiling his cheesy smile at her.

“Regular of decaf?" she asked, still somewhat stunned by the appearance of the females at the table.

“High octane, please?" Ed requested.

“I'll be right back," the waitress said hesitantly, turning to get them some hot java.

“You two seem to be shaking up our waitress," Ed suggested.

“Well, they need to get used to us, since we're going to be here for a long time," Linda retorted, giving her love interest a kiss.

“Mace, where are we staying while we're here?" Trisha asked out of curiosity.

“There's a Holiday Inn here in town." he replied. “I need to see if I can get special rates for our hunting trip guests while we're at it."

“Mmm . . ." Trisha made a small moan when she observed pancakes on the menu. “I know what I'm having; pancakes!"

“Maybe I'll have the same, Hon. That sounds real good." Mace retorted, giving her a kiss.

***

The foursome wandered around the two story house, not quite listening to the real estate agent that was trying to make a sale. It was a prairie-style home with four bedrooms, three full baths, a gigantic basement and plenty of acreage to satisfy their needs. There was a cute guest cottage out back for company to stay in that was sweetening the deal for them.

“Excuse me, Miss Thornton, will I be able to build a 'toy' garage? I have several vehicles that we will be bringing over from Hawaii with us." Mace inquired of their real estate salesperson.

“You're not inside the city limits so yeah, you could build one as long as it's not more than double the footprint of the house." she replied. “I can show you a house that already has a 'toy' garage as you put it."

“No, I like this home," Trisha spoke up. “I like the heavy woodwork. It makes me feel at home here."

“Let's find out about building a garage before we get too attached," Mace said as he hugged her from behind. “I think my furniture should look just fine in here . . ." He stopped talking when she turned to look at him with a strange look on her muzzle.

“Um, Sweetie, we are getting all new furniture!" she scolded him light-heartedly. “Your 'guy' furniture would look out of place here!"

“Well, Uh . . ." he sputtered, shocked by her outburst.

“No arguments," she stated, hugging him. “We'll need new furniture to match the style of this home, Sweetheart."

“Oh, all right, then. We'll get new furniture."

“Are you going to let her push you around like that?" Linda asked Mace with a smile.

“She has a point," he admitted, running his hand over the woodwork in the hallway. “My things would look out of place here." He looked over at Ed and added, “If we buy this place, you two could stay in the guest house until you can find a place to settle down."

“That would be great, Mace. Linda and I didn't like that house we looked at after breakfast." Ed replied.

“Mr. Crawford, Miss Moore, I have a house in mind based on what you both said this morning about the other house. It's not too far from here but it is inside the city limits." their real estate specialist stated.

“That's fine with me. I don't need a 'toy' garage," he offered up. “Linda and I do just fine with one car apiece."

“Speaking about that," Linda brought up. “I'm thinking about putting some rims on my Jetta. You know, a little wider and maybe one size larger."

“I guess we could look into that," her lover stated. “For the moment, let's go see that other house."

***

Trisha was brushing her mane out so she could tie it up to keep it under control while she slept. Mace was trying to share the bathroom mirror in their motel room with her so he could brush his teeth and shave.

“Did I hear that agent right? We can pick up the keys tomorrow?" she asked, looking at her lover in the mirror. He nodded, still working on his teeth. “I had no idea you could write a check that big," she commented after she put a third hair scrunchie in her mane to keep it under control.

“Honey, you and I need to talk about that. You need to know what you're getting yourself into before we go much further." he brought up after rinsing his mouth out.

“Um, is it a good or a bad thing?" she asked, giving him a concerned look. His tone of voice was somewhat serious, too.

“Well, it depends on how you perceive the situation." he retorted. They went to the table in their room, sat down and made themselves comfortable. “You need to know about my finances, Hon. I could write a check to buy a significant portion of Brainerd if I really wanted to."

“You're worth roughly . . . how much?" Trisha asked carefully. This was serious.

“Well, if you marry me, which I hope you will, you will be worth about nine hundred and thirty-one million, give or take a mil or two." Trisha's eyes grew wide with disbelief, her jaw went slack and she almost dropped her diet Dr Pepper from shock. “And that's just what I could liquidate on a few hours notice. I have other holdings that are worth far more than that." he added.

“Mason James Alexander, are you serious?" she blurted out, setting her drink back on the table.

“Well, have you ever known me to lie to you?" he suggested, taking her hands in his.

“Um, no, you haven't. You have always been truthful with me." she mused. “So, you're serious?"

“I'm very serious." he put forth. “So, you think you're still interested in being involved with me?"

“I think I'm supposed to ask that question." Trisha retorted, looking at him to see his response to her statement.

“I know I want to be involved with you, Trisha. I just want to know if you feel the same way."

“Sweetheart, you know I feel the same way you do," the filly replied. “I've loved you ever since our first night together."

“You know, maybe sometime you should thank Ed for getting us together. He was the one that showed me your pictures and suggested that I go spend some time with you."

“I'll do that," she said softly, getting up to go to bed. She took his hand in hers and led him over to the bed, letting her robe slide off her shoulders. “Come on, let's go to bed," she suggested, pulling back the covers. “It's cold in here. Come warm me up."

***

It must have been morning out because a little smidgen of light was trying its best to peek through the curtains. Mace was still looking for something to put on while Trisha answered the door in her robe to see who was pounding on it so early in the morning.

“Who is it?" she asked before she opened the door, a habit she had developed after her friend Linda's kidnapping. She had her left hoof set to wedge the door just in case the person or persons on the other side decided to force their way in.

“Sheriff's Department! Open the door!" the male voice on the other side demanded. She looked through the peephole to see that it did look like two law enforcement officers outside their door.

“Hold on a minute while I get the door unlocked!" she shouted as she released the security lock. “Please come in," she offered as she swung the door open, stepping back so they could enter.

“Sheriff David Stevens, Crow Wing County Sheriff's Department. This is Deputy Bob Hart." the shorter of the two introduced themselves as they took a quick look around. “You mind if we search the place?"

“Um, no, Mace and I don't mind," the buckskin equine chimera replied.

“Have a seat at the table and sit still," the deputy directed. Mace and Trisha both sat down while the two lawmen carefully looked through their luggage and swept the general area.

“You, Ma'am, I need to see your identification," the sheriff told Trisha as he stood there, glaring at her. It was clear they weren't here on a social call by what had already transpired. With no need to antagonize him, she retrieved her ID from her purse.

“Here is my Hawaii driver's license, my employee badge and a notarized copy of my ownership papers. I hope that's good enough." she said as she gave him her documents.

“Anybody back home I can call that'll vouch for your whereabouts?" he asked, getting out a notepad and pen.

“If you call my work, Rita Hawthorn the receptionist or Chuck Waddell, the owner will tell you who I am, where I am right now and whom I'm with."

“Is that a fact, little filly?" he asked casually. “You just sit still while I do some investigating here."

The sheriff went outside to have a semi-private conversation on his cellphone but it wasn't quiet enough that Trisha couldn't eavesdrop on it.

“What do you think is going on?" she asked Mace.

“I don't know, Hon. It must have something to do with a chimera." he replied.

“He's talking to Chuck right now," she whispered after leaning in to kiss her lover as a ruse. The sheriff came back into the room after finishing his call, still not looking happy with the situation.

“Here's your ID back," he said, returning Trisha's documentation to her. “I have a situation here that I need to clear up. A female chimera turned up over at Red Sand Lake and she can't tell me where she has been, only that some men were using her in a live hunt of sorts. Sort of a laser-tag game with her as the hunted party." He sat down on the edge of the bed to write some notes, then looked up at Trisha. “Your boss suggested I let you talk to the female and see if you can help her remember what happened to her."

“I guess I could help you out," the filly stated as she gave thought to this. “Um, how did you know I was here?"

“The waitress that served you at the diner you had breakfast in is my daughter. She told me about you and your friend, the blond filly. It didn't take but a few calls to find out where you were staying." he replied. “If both of you will get dressed, y'all can follow me over to my office."

***

The foursome walked into the Sheriff's Department, following the head lawman to his office. As they entered the room, a very familiar leopardess looked up at them as a light of recognition came on in her eyes.

“Tamara Collins? How in the world did you get here?" Trisha asked.

“Miss Linda, Miss Trisha, I have no idea how I got here," she replied, trying to keep from crying as she stood and hugged the two tamers. “I was at home in bed, then the next thing I knew, I woke up out in the woods, forced to participate in a live hunt!" she told them right before she began sobbing.

“Settle down, you're with friends now," Trisha told her, making her sit back down before kneeling to hug her and comfort her. “Just tell us the whole thing, as best as you can remember. Just start at the beginning."

“I live in Davenport, Iowa, where I work for a security firm as a dispatcher. I went to sleep one night in my own bed only to wake up in this cabin in the forest." Tamara looked at her hands sitting in her lap, then back at Trisha. “I was chained by my ankle to a ring set in the floor with enough length to get to any spot in the room except out. Just like a floor cable at Blue Hawaii."

“OK, go on if you're up to it." Trisha suggested, noting Tamara was very upset.

“After a day went by, two men and a huge male badger, maybe a Golemtech Mk. 12 showed up. They brought me some heavy cordura chaps and a pair of hiking boots in my size. I was shown the lay of the surrounding area by the badger, including a camouflaged fence. It was a large area, maybe ten square miles or more." She sipped some water offered to her, then continued. “On the fourth day, two more men showed up. One man brought a harness, a two-way radio set and a shock belt. He locked the shock belt on me and told me if I crossed the fence, it would kill me. He then had me put on the radio headset, the harness, chaps and boots. The harness was a laser receiver and the hunter would use a laser emitting rifle to hunt me."

“Well, that's what she told me yesterday evening." the sheriff pointed out.

“I had to participate unwillingly," the leopardess told them, “The man that was in charge was tracking me somehow and telling me to either slow down or speed up with that headset. Eventually he would have me stop and hide real poorly so I could be 'bagged', as he put it. One of the men was a makeup artist who would make me look like I had been shot so the hunter could pose with me." She swallowed hard as she said, “The man in charge said if I didn't go along with the game plan, there would be just one more hunt for me, a real one with live ammunition."

“When we found her, she had this harness on her head," the deputy said as he handed Trisha the device. She didn't have to look closely to see this one would have held a control box. “She also had her identification, a bag filled with four grand in small bills and a 'Thank You' note for participating in their game. The bills don't show up as being on a stolen currency list."

“Tamara, stand up and lower your coveralls so I can see your waist," Trisha asked, making the men turn their backs. She looked closely at Tamara's fur, observing the patterns rubbed into it. “Sheriff, she's worn a leather belt for at least a few months. Her fur has that distinctive pattern worn into it from the leather biting into her coat."

“You're sure of that, Miss Pollard?" the taller lawman queried.

“Listen, look at my wrists. I wear leather wrist bands daily as part of my job." she told them, removing her watch and jewelry. She then held out her arms so they could them see better. “Look how my coat is different right here." She pointed out the change in appearance where the bands resided.

“Miss Collins was reported missing by her employer over three months ago." The sheriff stated. “I'm not sure where she could have been held captive, though. I was hoping she would know."

“I was unable to use my implant to get a GPS fix, Sir." the leopardess stated. “I'm sure they tampered with my implants in some way but I can draw a fair map of the area."

“Sure, draw what you remember," another deputy suggested as he gave her a blank pad and pencil. Tamara took almost a half-hour to sketch an extremely detailed map that indicated two open areas that were unique in nature. A large stream and a prominent knoll in one open area might make it possible to identify the area from the air.

“Well, I think Miss Collins has told us all she knows," the sheriff suggested. “I guess she can go home if she wants to."

“I'll need to get some clothes to travel in and see if I can get a flight home." Tamara mused. “This gray jumpsuit just doesn't fit right." It was about two sizes too big for her.

“No, I think we can take you home. Mace flew us here in one of his jets so we could probably take you home before we go back." Trisha retorted.

“Thank you, Miss Trisha. I really needed to see a friendly face today."

***

Tamara joined the others at a table and opened her menu, looking to see what was offered that might spark her appetite. Trisha nodded to Linda, who put her hand softly on the feline's arm.

“Well, what did your employer say?" the blond filly asked.

“I think I got off lucky," Tamara replied. “He was relieved to hear I was safe and he also told me that my job was still waiting for me." She smiled as she told them, “He even paid my apartment rent and took care of my bills for me. I kinda think he wants to go out with me but he's afraid to ask, like I might think all he's after is sex."

“That's good to hear, that you still have an apartment." Linda commented. “That could have been disastrous if you lost your place to live."

“Are you really going to leave Blue Hawaii?" the leopardess asked, giving Linda a crooked smile.

“We're all four moving stateside," she replied. “I really like it here. It's very quiet and everybody seems nice enough. You know, I've finally gotten to the point I just don't care for what goes on at BH."

“I was glad to leave there." Tamara told them. “I think I've finally gotten over the regimen. I used to wear a small decorative collar just so I wouldn't feel naked."

“I know what you mean," Trisha offered up, showing off a heavy watch on one wrist and a gold bangle on the other. Linda was wearing heavy gold chain bracelets on her wrists and a matching necklace.

“You'll get over it," the feline femme offered up. “It took me about a year but I know I'm over it now."

While they chatted, the waitress came over to their table, smiling as she greeted them.

“Good Noon, are y'all ready to order?" she asked of them.

“Well, I still don't know what I want, since it's been over three months since I've had good food." Tamara stated.

“Oh, are you the one they found over at Red Sand Lake yesterday evening?" the young girl asked.

“Yeah, that was me." the leopardess replied. “Um, you know what, I think I would like pancakes with a side of sausage."

“That sounds good to me." Linda piped up.

“Um, I'll have bacon and eggs, easy over." Trisha told the waitress.

“I think Ed and I will both have the chicken fried steak combo," Mace informed the young lady as he collected up the menus to hand to her. “Oh, we would like some coffee all around, please?"

***

They were just lifting off after taking Tamara home and helping her to restock her kitchen. The femme leopardess chimera had been away from her home long enough that most of the food in her refrigerator had spoiled. Ed was busy talking with their real estate agent, smiling about something.

“Linda, they took our offer," he told his love interest after he ended the call and put his cell phone in his pocket. That made the palomino equine smile widely.

“Do you want to fly back up to Brainerd and take care of the paperwork?" Mace asked. “If you do, I'll tell the pilot to change course."

“How much will that put us behind in getting back to Hawaii?" Linda asked.

“Probably a day," Mace replied, looking over at the one he hoped would be his future wife. She was napping again, her head snuggled into her favorite pillow. “I'm pretty sure Trisha wouldn't mind. She seems very relaxed since we started our little trip."

“Yeah, let's do that. That way, we can start shipping things over ahead of time." Ed suggested.

“OK, then. Brainerd, here we come again." Mace said cheerily. “I'll call ahead and get a car and two rooms for us."

***

The small traveling group had finally made it back to Hawaii after no further detours. Trisha carried her things into her room and sat her bags on her bed, then she sat down on the edge of it, taking a moment to take off her hoofwear. It had not been a long enough vacation for her but it would have to do. It would not be much longer before she would say her final goodbyes to Blue Hawaii.

She smiled at the thought of Chuck retaining the 'Blue' in the name of the resort but he had a point; it wasn't copyrighted so Blue couldn't do a damned thing about it. Changing back into her normal work clothing, a bustier and leather pants, she set off in search of a certain female that she needed to talk to.

She strolled down the hallway to the staff elevator, waiting just momentarily for the car to arrive. She smiled and greeted a few of the girls as she got on, headed for the first floor.

***

“Brandi Jenkins! You're overacting again!" Tana told her new charge, sitting down on a chair in front of her. “If you're going to do a late show, you need to be believable!" the lioness stated.

“I'm sorry, Tana." the femme IMT 16A zebroid replied. “I guess we'll have to try it again?"

“No, my wrist is getting tired from trying _ not _ to stripe you with my whip so I'll just sit right here. You show me what you think being whipped should sound like and I'll critique your performance."

Brandi began to emulate being whipped, trying her best to sound sincere. Eventually Tana took matters into her own hands and grabbed Brandi's right nipple, giving it a nasty twist.

“Yiiieeee!" the equine female screamed, looking down at her poor, abused breast. “What the hell was that for?" She asked as she slipped her hands out of the suspension cuffs and rubbed her nipple gently.

“Now you did sound sincere when I did that, Hon. That's how you need to sound." Tana offered up. “I'm sorry but I felt I needed to make a point here."

“I guess you're right, Tana. I just didn't have the pitch right or something." the striped female admitted. They were interrupted by Trisha walking in on them.

“Hi Tana, I need to talk with you for a moment." Trisha stated.

“Yeah, um, Brandi, take five while I talk with Trisha," the lioness told her charge as the two femmes stepped out into the hallway. “What do you want to talk about?" she asked as she leaned against the wall.

“Well, I want to offer my Tamer's job to you." Trisha brought up. That made Tana look at her in astonishment.

“I still remember the day you were made a Tamer! I almost whipped you!"

“Well, do you want the job or not?" Trisha asked with a smile. She was fairly sure she already knew the answer.

“You're damn straight I want the job!" Tana replied. “I mean, I would be honored to have your position." She corrected in an embarrassed tone.

“OK, I'll have Bill make your new bands and let payroll know to adjust your wages." the female equine stated, smiling at Tana's reaction. “You'll have to wait until the end of the month for my suite, though."

“Hey, why can't we swap suites? You're just what, five doors down from me?" Tana pointed out.

“You're right, we could swap or I could go stay with Mace. Let me talk with housekeeping, Hon. I think they wanted to change out the carpet and paint before you moved in." Trisha replied.

“Okay, you could stay with me while they do that so you won't have to commute," the lioness suggested. “We've slept together before, back when you were still a red collar performer. Geez, that seems so long ago."

“It does, doesn't it?" Trisha mused. “You were very nice to me, considering how rough that one trainer was, oh what was her name . . . Bridget? You know who I'm talking about, that black Golemtech canid? Chuck shipped her off to Blue London after she injured that one performer so bad she couldn't work anymore."

“I heard London had a hard time with straightening her out." Tana stated, looking down at the floor. “She was rough on me, too when I was just a red collar." There were some other things she knew about Bridget that she just couldn't bring herself to share with Trisha.

“Well, at any rate, I'll tell Chuck to make out your new contract for you. I'll also have to pick your replacement while I'm at it." Trisha pointed out. “If you have someone in mind, you need to let me know right away."

“I do have a female in mind. Rachael Morris, that IMT 12-A silver fox vixen that got her black leather about a year ago." Tana offered up.

“You think she's got what it takes? Remember, she might take your job some day." Trisha stated.

“Yeah, I think she does. If you would like me to, I can arrange a meeting to talk this over with her."

“That sounds like a good idea, Tana. Go ahead and arrange a time, then." Trisha then gave the lioness a hug and left her to continue training with her new performer.

***

Trisha was enjoying a lunch in the staff cafeteria when Tigre sat down with her. The white tigress smiled as she asked, “I hope you don't mind if I sit with you?"

“No, that's all right, Tigre. I enjoy your company."

“Trisha, that's what I wanted to ask you about. I'm thinking of not renewing my contract and moving stateside again."

“What is it exactly that you want to ask?" Trisha requested. She could see a bit of apprehension on Tigre's face.

“Well, I guess I'm asking if you might need an accountant for your business that you and Mace want to set up. I do have a CPA's certification now." she replied sheepishly.

“You know, I'm not sure what Mace has in mind as far as that goes. I wouldn't mind having you around, though." The filly smiled as she said, “Even if we do seem to get into trouble when we're together." That made Tigre smile.

“I like being around you, too," the striped one admitted. “It's been fun here but it's time for me to move on and do something else. That's why I thought of you."

“Um, let me talk to Mace about this. We might be able to come up with something for you." Trisha suggested.

“I would really appreciate it," the tigress stated.

“If you're going to leave here, you'll need to choose your replacement. That's what Linda and I had to do at Chuck's request."

“That's not a problem, Trisha. I have the perfect replacement in mind. I'm not sure if you know her but that Golemtech Mk. 14 canid, Debra Gillig would make a very good tamer. She's very attentive to her performer's needs during training sessions and her black collar girls respect her decisions."

“Actually, I do know Debra. I was thinking about her too. You know, I broke her in when she first came here." Trisha told the tigress. “she's a very good choice."

“Let me know what Mace thinks, will you? I need to make plans before I have to sign a contract extension to stay on here."

Trisha was thinking it over, mulling that thought around in her mind.

“You could always sign a three month extension. That wouldn't be too much extra time here." Trisha suggested.

“I might do that, Trisha. I just need to figure out something soon."

“What do you need to figure out?" Linda asked as she sat down with them.

“I was just telling Trisha that I was contemplating moving stateside again." she replied.

“I thought you liked it here?" Linda queried while she peppered her chicken and vegetable medley.

“I'm not really into it anymore," Tigre offered up. “I've never been real fond of the stage name I was given and the job has . . . I dunno . . . lost its luster? I think you both know what I mean."

“I know what you mean." Linda replied. “It's lost it's luster for me, too."

“Besides Sarah, Johnnie and Tracy, who I know aren't leaving here anytime soon, you two, Mace and Ed are the only real friends I have. What I was hoping to do was to move back stateside with the four of you." Tigre explained to Linda.

“I'm sure there's something we can do for you," Trisha pointed out. “Just give us a few days to figure this out."

***

Chuck was having a meeting with Bill Waterman and Nick Rawlings from the Fab Shop. He had a send-off for his three Tamers in mind and he needed some help from his employees to pull it off.

“Chuck, I can build this framework but are you sure about the rotating part?" Nick asked while he looked at the drawings that the boss had done up for him.

“Yeah, I need it to rotate. That's part of the fun of this thing." he replied. Bill decided to speak his two cents worth.

“I think the whips will be more entertaining if I make them from mink skin. I'll leave the fur on for maximum effect."

“That would be great." Chuck agreed. “I want Trisha, Linda and Tigre to have a send-off they will never forget."

***

That evening, Trisha and Mace were having dinner at a local pizza joint that had good food, decent atmosphere and excellent service. They were discussing what they could do for Tigre, since she was a good friend of theirs.

“I think we might be able to have her work of us as a coordinator or something," Mace suggested, mulling it over in his head. She had a knack with numbers and scheduling that she had proven at Blue Hawaii. Her performers were never late to an appointment with a client.

“I would like it if we could find her a position." Trisha stated.

“I think we'll find something for her." Mace conceded. “If anything else, she can be a gopher for us."

“I'll talk with her, then. Maybe that will suitable." the filly suggested. “Um, Mace, Sweetie, I need to ask you to do something for me."

“What's that?" he asked, worried that it was something serious.

“Well, I need you to get me a car that's not as conspicuous as my Cobra. Maybe something like a Ford Explorer or something like that." she replied.

“What color?" he asked, smiling at her.

“I thought we might go pick it out together, once we move stateside." She sipped her soda, then smiled at her lover. “I want something low-key to drive around town so we won't look like high-rollers."

“I think I understand," he commented, giving some thought to it. “You're right; no need to look like we're flashing our wealth around. Since it snows there, shouldn't you have a four wheel drive?"

“Well, maybe," she mused, thinking it over. “As long as it's low-key, maybe that would be all right."

***

That evening, Trisha met with Tigre in her room just to confirm she was okay with whatever they had for her to do. The white tigress was elated to know they had decided to include her in their plans.

“I guess I'll let Chuck know I'm leaving," Tigre stated, offering a glass of milk to her friend.

“Well, it might not be the best job at first but I assure you that Mace and I will pay you well," Trisha retorted, taking a little sip afterward. She smiled as the ice-cold liquid quenched her thirst. “By the way, have you heard about a send-off for us?" she asked. “I keep hearing rumors about some 'toys' being made for our last party here."

“You know, Nick from the Fab Shop came by and measured me a few days ago. I have no idea what they're cooking up, however."

“Nick measured me this morning very carefully, Tigre. I just can't get anyone to tell me what's happening." The tigress nodded, giving thought to the situation.

“I'm hoping whatever it is, we enjoy it." the tigress mused. Trisha just smiled, hoping the same thing herself.