ERAMEDIA

Parte 4: A thought from Morty.

My legs and hands trembled, not fear but emotion; I felt so many things at the same time that suddenly I did not know what to do after being released by Cleo, I did not know what to do, damn it and I only with a rag that barely covers my parts and had to be just these silly flowers, but it is better than being someone else's slave.

"Well guys, here are your new rooms," Cleo said.

Behind a dirty cloth, there was a large door, this delicate and beautiful feline tried to open it, but as the gentleman that I am, I helped her open the door:

"Thanks big man..." Cleo said.

"My name is Morty, Miss Cleo." With a wink in one of his eyes we entered what was a horse barn, if empty, for me it was rare, it was furnished, several rooms, and I asked him in the best way that I could think of:

"Miss Cleo, this is supposed to be for horses where your servants are, but she didn't answer me."

She kindly showed us the rooms to each one, and I was the last to take a room expecting to be close to my officer, although he no longer exists, he is my officer, at the end of the tour I touched a room, a little dirty, with a table, a library with lots of books, and a bed with a sturdy mattress and some blankets, lit by two chandeliers and a window big enough to show the moonlight, I was interrupted by Cleo's "Humm":

"Please sit down".

I listened to him and sat gently on the bed, but still, I heard the bed creak, damn my size and how difficult it is to control my wings when I don't tie them.

"Well, you want answers," said Cleo.

At that time I remembered the questions I said when I entered, with a simple "Yes", to know more about her.

"A long time ago, my father the founder was a slaver, he had everything full of employees who served him, that was until he was arrested for his not very legal business methods and now I am the owner.

With a curiosity about our new owner, I was about to ask her more, but she interrupts me before my picopudier says a word.

"What memories this place brings me," Cleo said.

With a puzzled face, I asked myself what was hiding that smile that came out when saying those words, at that moment he came up to me and said:

You know to keep a secret. I foolishly shook my head in yes, and she whispered to me:

I liked to see the horses, I liked to see them see their normal lives since I was young, as they lived their lives they ate, played and laughed, but I admit that sometimes at night ... Cleo blushes.

"I heard things a lady like me shouldn't look at."

Cleo explained to me, as I watched the nightly activities of a young man in the rooms, when a "For the love of God !!" escaped me. In a rather soft voice, I knew she was telling me one of those dirty secrets that we all have, but one more I was surprised by the confidence she had in me.

I had seen porn. Well, I had watched quite a bit of porn, like almost everyone else. I had seen a lot of this but I admit that live porn is the best, threesomes and orgies. That feeling that made me feel heartburn when I remembered them and sweat on my back. But nothing, nothing in all my damn life had seemed to me, as erotic as Cleo's story, it was not the story after all it was two horses having sex, no, it was how she told it and how she brought her hands to her chest when counted it. I imagined it was her, her bare chest furrowed by her short white hair, with her pink nipples. Yes. But the question it raised went further: