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Deep Conditioning

Chapter Eleven

1. Cederwyn Whitefurr

10th June, 2019.

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Stephen agreed with Rosie's desires, promising her never to subject the sweet, young doe to that sort of unnatural mating again. Thankful for his consideration, Rosie licked his cheek and stepped from the shower, where Stephen dried her off and she walked through his house, following Palen's scent.

Outside, Palen cropped the sweet grass, but as he heard Rosie's clopping hooves, his ears snapped backwards and he turned on her, giving her a sharp, savage bite to the shoulder. Rosie squealed and backed away, but Palen forced her into a corner. He looked up, to ensure there were no cameras – now he knew of them, before he bit her again and pushed her down onto her knees before him.

"You lied to him!" Palen hissed at her, his eyes filled with rage and his displeasure.

"I had too!" Rosie wept, the large tears sliding down her muzzle, as she cowered before the angry stallion. "What would our master do, if he ever discovered that we're not infertile? Especially me? Do you not think he knows what happens to us, if their sterilisation didn't take? As far as our master is concerned – he can mate to me as often as he likes – I'm – incapable of conceiving, or so he thinks..."

"You better hope he never finds out little one – he thinks the world of you," Palen snorted, the turned his back on Rosie, before he sniffled through his nostrils, trying to hide his own pain.

Timidly, Rosie crept back to her hooves and nervously approached Palen, before she nudged him gently. He glanced sideways at her, and Rosie's heart sank when she seen the stallion's own tears coursing down his cheeks.

"He loves you more than you know little doe - " Palen choked out, before he hung his head in sadness.

"He loves both of us!" Palen insisted as she knelt down and nudged him again.

"Does he just? Does he really?" Palen asked her, glancing sideways at her again, before turning away. "I'm not so sure anymore."

"Ours is not to question the will of our owner – how are you even -" Rosie frowned, unable to make sense of this strange change in Palen.

"How? How do you think I know!" Palen snarled at her, then seeing Rosie's eyes widen in fear, he swallowed and gently nuzzled her. "Rosie, I'm sorry – I did not mean to snap at you..."

Rosie trembled, but kept herself meek and submissive before Palen, sensing great changes were coming in him – and it was hurting him more than he let on. Subtle hints in his scent, the way he spoke and other things, made Rosie more afraid than she had ever been in her life.

"Palen, please – you're scaring me!" Rosie sobbed, unable to comprehend what Palen was suffering, this in turn, was hurting her mentally.

"He hates me!" Palen wailed, stamping a hoof on the ground. "He would rather mate with you, than with me – I see how it is, because you're a Doe, I smell his scent when he's aroused and near you, his heart desires you and you alone! I'm just a – an inconvenience, he has second doubts about purchasing me, I know it!"

"Please Palen, stop!" Rosie wept, was she tried to calm him.

"Why? Why live a lie, why obey...obey him - " Palen screamed, a loud, feral whinny of fright, agony and suffering, before he collapsed and began convulsing, blood trickling from his nostrils.

"MASTER!" Rosie shrieked, as she bolted towards the house. "Master, please – we need you!"

*

Rosie was locked in her bedroom, her cries and sobbing heartbreaking, as the Veterinarian come and examined Palen.

"Sir," Spoke the Veterinarian. "I'm detecting abnormalities in the blood work, has this pet been subjected to terrible stress recently?"

Stephen sat slumped in the chair, beside himself with grief and worry for both Palen and Rosie, then his head snapped up and he blinked, his mind having been a thousand light years away.

"Sorry – what?" Stephen asked, confusion on his face mixed with grief.

"This stallion – has he eaten any strange feed lately, or been sick, or - "

"No, none of that – they were very specific about how to care for them."

Checking Palen's heart rate, the Vet Tech's placed all manner of sticky pads on Palen's neck, chest and head, then attached them to leads and in turn, to a small hand held device.

"Base code is – it's stable, deep -" One of the Vet Tech's glanced at Stephen, a sickened look on his face, before it vanished and he resumed his professional demeanour.

"Wait, picking up errors on the obedience code, gods, what in hell happened here? It's like – like someone went in there and scrambled it, such an occurrence has never happened in the past two hundred years!"

"Please tell me he will be alright!" Stephen sobbed, his heart torn out of his chest as he grieved for Palen, fearing the worst – that his beloved companion would die – or be taken from him.

"Sir, we don't know half of what's wrong – the – coding for certain triggers and actions has been completely scrambled beyond repair. His inhibitions, his loyalty, all of it, that compels him to obey without thought? Well – that's how they're designed at the Corporation. They're never meant to gain sentience – like us...it's – not possible. They are genetically grown, imprinted deep into their minds, to obey without question, to do whatever they can, to please and assist their – owner -"

"Just skip the science lecture - " Stephen screamed at him, his hands balling into fists. "Will he live?"

"I – do not know, truthfully, whatever has done this damage to him, its unprecedented. It shouldn't have happened, it can't happen! He is in a coma. Part of him, the imprint all Inteli-Pet's receive as a baseline? It's intact, and working correctly."

Consulting his tablet that was attached by the wires to Palen, the Vet Tech frowned, then turned to Stephen, trying to be professional and detached, but he knew Stephen needed the truth.

"However – this is speculation, but the base code, if he revives, will try and, the best word for it, is reboot his cognitive patterns and try to repair the other damaged code. There is no guarantees. He might come out of it, changed, then he will have to be destroyed. He might come out of it and be wiped clean, l;like he was just delivered – no memories of you, no imprint of your appearance, voice pattern or scent. Or – or he might come out of it – not at all..."

"What can you do for him?" Stephen asked.

"Presently? In this state?" Asked the tech, as he tapped on the screen and read the responses. "Sir, if you are a religious man – I'd start praying..."

*

After the tech had gone, Stephen lay a thick blanket over Palen, then rested the stallions head on a pillow. Mindful of the drips the tech had put into Palen to keep him hydrated, Stephen knelt and gently stroked Palen's neck, feeling the thready pulse.

"Come back to me, please..." Stephen wept unashamedly, then he sniffled as he heard a sobbing cry.

Rosie crept from her room, her head down and ears flattened, as she approached and knelt down, resting her head on Palen's shoulder.

"Master - " Rosie sniffled, trying to be brave, but the tears began shimmering in her eyes.

Stephen ignored the fact she called him Master, just sat down and pulled Rosie close, stroking her sides as the doe began to cry quietly, Stephen joining with her.

As if reading her troubled mind, Stephen caressed Rosie, trying to calm her, before he answered her unspoken question.

"Rosie, my love – I do not now, its up to Palen now, its out...of our hands..."

To Be Continued...