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Kims Tail 4
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Rubberwolf
2009©

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Kim sat in the lawyers' office watching her former husband on the TV before her.

"I am sorry that I had to do that to you Kim.  I know that we never got that heavy when we were married.  I just thought that you needed to explore you fetish side a bit more.  You could be quite a kinky little bitch when you wanted to be.  All you needed was someone to bring out your pervy side."  Jim smiled as the camera pulled away from his face to show that he was standing in riding gear with wooden panelling behind him.

Kim leaned back on the couch as she watched him, pulling her long black skirt up so that she could finger herself, gently pulling her knickers aside so that she could stroke her already wet pussy.

Jim walked over to a stable door and opened the top.

"You know what you want.  You want to be my animal.  You have always been my animal," Jim stated into the cameral.

"Yes," Kim moaned as she pulled her black stockinged legs up onto the coffee table, spreading her legs wide as she continued to finger herself, her four inch patent heals scrabbling for purchase as she brought herself closer to climax.

Unbuttoning her white blouse her left hand eased itself inside the garment, moving the lacy fabric of her bra aside she rubbed and teased her nipple.

"Come on girl.  Come to your owner," Jim cooed into the stable.

Kim continued to finger herself as a clip clopping sound from the stable, accompanied by the tinkle of bells, announced that the horse was coming to be petted.  Kim stared transfixed as she played with herself and a woman came into view.

The woman in the stable wore a complicated bit and bridle, with pointy horse ears on top, and a set of blinkers.  A large, black feather arching upwards from the leather band on the forehead completed this headpiece.  She could only see the top of the woman, but she could just make out that she was wearing some sort of leather corset.  The tinkling that she had heard came from tiny bells attached to the woman's nipples.  Her arms were also drawn back behind her, suggesting that they were bound.

"Be my beast Kim.  Let me keep you as you know you want to be kept."

Kim closed her eyes and moaned as she fingered herself closer and closer to climax.

"Yes," she moaned.  "Yes".

She opened her eyes, but the lawyers' office and TV screen had gone.  She looked down at herself.  Her naked breasts held two tiny bells, which jingled when she moved.  They were lightly clamped in place and although uncomfortable, did not hurt.  She panted slightly from the tightness of the unforgiving leather corset.  She felt something rub between her legs.  Bending over she could see that a leather strap ran from the front of the corset and pulled tightly through her shaved sex.  She also noticed that she was wearing thigh length hoof boots, similar in design to the ones that she had seen in the stables on the island.

She tried to finger herself, but couldn't.  Twisting around she saw that her arms were encased in a single, black leather glove.  She also noticed that she had a horse's tail.  It arched in a sharp curve, like an Arabian, or the horses on ancient Greek pottery.  Wiggling her ass she saw her tail twitch and also felt the intruder move within her ass.

"Come on girl," Jim said as he stepped into the stable and clipped a rope lead to her bridle.

Jim led his pony out, into the yard.  Kim's feet made a rhythmic clicking sound as she was led over to the cart.  Jim reversed her, before fastening the arms of the small, two-wheeler onto the metal hoops on the side of her corset.  Next he walked back to her, unclipping the rope from her bridle and attaching a set of reigns, which he pulled back to the cart.

Kim tested the bit in her mouth as she stamped her hoof impatiently.  She felt the weight of the carriage shift as Jim sat down.  Moments passed as Jim adjusted his position and settled the reigns in his hands.

Kim was growing restless and wanted to go now.  As if she had commanded it, she felt the reigns tug at her bit and Jim make a clicking noise with his tongue.

Kim walked on and Jim encouraged her with the reigns until she was clear of the courtyard and had started onto the path that ran around the island.  He then clicked his tongue and swished the reigns again.  Kim started to jog; lifting her heals high as she pranced along, pulling the carriage easily as the leather strap began to massage her wet and swollen pussy.

Crack.

"Faster horse, faster."

A whip landed across her ass and Kim sprinted off at a high pace, running for all she was worth, bells jingling as her tits bounced uncontrollably.  The extra motion had made her clit start to rub the leather strap vigorously and Kim tried desperately to control the orgasm, lest she stumbles and her master beat her.  But it was no good, she was too hot and her clit had been rubbed beyond her endurance.

She stumbled as an orgasm ripped through her and she shot awake, panting as she fingered herself with her free hand.

It took a moment for her to take in her surroundings, but she knew where she was.  The confines of the kennel in the dawn light and the smell of dogs told her that she was on the island.  But not for much longer.

She still wore some of the dog suit, only putting it on, along with the leg straps and paw glove when she ventured out during the day.  At night, or when she came in to rest during the day, she could exercise her legs.  She had feared that they might have atrophied, but she was able to do quite a few exercises and stretches now.  At first she had screamed with the pain of unfamiliar movement after so long with her legs strapped to her thighs. But now she was confident that no lasting damage had been done. Looking down at her right paw, she saw that she had nearly rubbed though the plastic cuff.  Not long now she smiled, as she placed her wrist against the side of the kennel and started to rub.

Diane Star stood watching the small helicopter recede from the Island and smiled.  Picking up her bag she strode confidently over to the house and made herself at home.  She fixed herself a cup of tea and contemplated her situation.  As Jims last wife, the former nurse stood to gain millions.  At least, that was the plan.  All of his other wives had divorced him, so she should have been in the money, but it looked like Jim had some second thoughts about their treatment and the latest will reflected this.

Sipping her tea, she prepared for a quiet evening, but first she needed a bath.  It had been a long day and she was tired.

The next day, Diane woke late.  Putting on jeans and T-shirt she set off to walk around the island.

The sun rose higher and higher, but at last, having been out for breakfast and to greet her friends, Kim was able to return to her kennel and continue her work.  It had seemed like hours, but eventually, she was through.  Restraining a cry of triumph, Kim pulled the now loose paw glove off of her wrists.  Although her hand was free, it took ten minutes before she was able to massage and twist enough life into her digits to get them to work.

As well as working on the right paw, Kim had also spent much of her evening worrying about the shock collar.  Whoever ran this place could not suspect that she had freed herself or she would find herself shocked into submission.  Instead, she had continued to pretend that she was still a prisoner while she worked out a solution.

That solution was to bite and worry the left glove, so that she was able to separate the plastic cuff from the actual glove.  She used this strip of plastic to cover the metal contacts, whose position she was painfully aware of, inside the collar.

After several minutes deliberation, as she worked up the courage to test her plan, Kim got up and took off the dog suite.  She could not do anything about the collar without tools.  The same applied to the strange gag that imprisoned her tongue, but she could scale the compound walls now.

Prince watched as "Strangescent" the female emerged from her kennel.  She was a strange bitch, seeming to come on heat at the oddest times and then going off of heat just as quickly.  He had tried to mate her, as had other dogs, but she had made it plane by snarling and biting, as well as just sitting down, that she was not interested and so she was as yet without a mate.  But Prince held out hope.  She was a strange creature.  Even stranger now that she stood up on two legs.  Price trotted over to investigate.

She smelt the same, but she looked different on two legs.  Even her face had changed.  But she patted him absently as she ran towards his kennel and leapt onto the roof.

Prince wagged his tail.  This was a good game.  Then "Strangescent" stretched out her paws and pulled herself over the wall.  Resting a moment, she then disappeared over the side of the wall.

Kim landed softly in bushes.  Picking herself up she headed for the house.  However, this time she did not rush in, but cautiously investigated, propping open doors with branches, bricks or anything else, so that she didn't  wonder into another trap.  Fortunately she didn't.  However, she was able to find her way into one of the shower rooms, taking extra care to prop the door open.  Now that company was not expected, she saw another door, set into the wall that had been left open.  Tiles panelled to look like a continuous wall when the door was closed disguised it.  Another tile had been left open, like the door.  However, this contained a number pad, obviously a security lock.  Creeping inside, she found herself in a storeroom, full of bags and chemical drums.  There was also a stare case.  Ascending, Kim found herself presented by several open containers.  They held various types of animal food.  Pipes led away from these and several open bags proclaimed that someone had carried feedbags up here and emptied them into the drums.  She remembered the guttering that had emptied dog food into her bowl.  But this was not dog food.  It was something else.  Picking up a handful she sniffed.  A faint beefy aroma said it was food, but not what kind.

The implication was obvious.  She might not be the only captive.  Retracing her steps and careful to remove any trace of herself, she stepped outside and made her way to the main house.  She might be able to find a ladder, either in the house or the outbuildings that would allow her to see over the walls.

This was the first time that she had been into the house in ages, but she had learned her lesson and approached quietly, but there was no one home.  She found some tools in the house, in a cupboard under the stairs and was at last able to undo the Allen key bolt that trapped her tongue.  Pulling the plastic mouthpiece out, she flexed her tongue experimentally.

Next, she used an old hack saw blade to cut away the collar.  It was slow work and she nicked herself a few times, but eventually the collar fell away from her neck, dropping like a discarded toy at her feet.  Bending down she picked up the collar and replaced the tools.  She would not tip her hand yet and if she carelessly left evidence of herself around, she might find herself back in the yard.

Carefully, she explored the house.  Luckily she found another hidden door left open.  Stepping inside, careful to wedge it open with a book from the study, she crept inside.

It was an office of some sort.  Banks of monitors set against one wall showed different views of the island.  She made out her yard, but there was also a picture of another yard, with another creature shuffling about, eating grass.  At first, because of the horns and tail, she thought it was a cow, but the two massive breasts swaying from the chest quickly drew her to the right conclusion.  It was another woman.  Kim was about to run and rescue the woman, but something stopped her.  She checked the rest of the monitors.  She saw another picture of her compound, the dairy, the stables and an aquarium.  Other monitors were blank.  She also saw the house and the wooded trails.

A computer sat in the corner and Kim turned it on.  After loading, it prompted her for a password.  A quick search of the desk found a post it note stuck underneath a drawer in the desk with the username and password written on it.  She quickly typed this in and began to explore the files.

Diane walked along the path until she came to the boathouse.  She strode purposefully down to the wooden structure and along the peer.  Gazing out to sea for several moments, she turned on her heal and walked along the path under the cliff.  At last the fish tank came into view and Diane stood admiring the strange exotic fish, especially the large orange one, before the sound of a motorboat attracted her attention.  Waving gaily as she strode off, Diane did not see as the orange fish battered itself against the glass in an effort to get her attention.

Standing on the jetty, she gazed out as the small craft cleared the headland and made its way towards her.

Penny stood at the wheel guiding the launch confidently alongside the ladder.  Tying off the boat to mooring points, she waved at Diane as she leant over the side.

"Give a hand here," she called up.  "I am not shifting these bloody things by myself".

Penny had changed since Diane had seen her in the helicopter.  She was now dressed in jeans and walking boots, a far cry from the mini skirt and impossible heals she had giggled around Mr Prentices office in.  Her voice was also less bubbly.  In fact, apart from the ten years that separated them, the two women looked quite similar now.

"How are things with Prentice?"

"Bloody hard work.  You would not believe what an asshole he can be.  He had me kneeling under the desk the other day, giving him a blow job while he was talking to clients."

"Yes, but think of the money dear," Diane soothed as she jumped down from the ladder and embraced the other woman, giving her a long and passionate kiss.  "If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have found out about the second reading, or the way Jim had set up the will.  You are so valuable where you are.  But it won't be for much longer.  Once the second reading is out of the way we can live like queens."

Diane mused to herself.  "At least I can, but I am sure that you will make a lovely unicorn".

Kissing the woman passionately, while squeezing her ass, Diane schemed and plotted.  At last they both went to the back of the boat and picked up the sacks of animal food, dumping them onto the quay, before finally loading them onto a pull along trolley that Diane bought from the boat house and headed back to the main house.

"Prentice still clueless?" Diane asked.

"He is since I started monitoring the radio for him.  He believes that the other wives are off island hopping in Jims boat, only coming back to re-stock.  Stupid sod will believe anything, especially when I bend over his desk and make sure he gets a face full of cleavage."

"You're doing a wonderful job," Diane cooed.

Kim had already heard enough. Especially now that she had heard Diane speak.  It was amazing how much she sounded like Joanna Lumbley.  When the helicopter first arrived she had been tempted to run over, but she had not gotten this far by taking chances and so had lain in wait.  The only risk that she had run was to cover herself with an old dress that she had found in one of the wardrobes, but she did not think that the garment would be missed.  She had also taken precautions and had formulated a plan.  All that was needed was for her to get a few things ready before the two women returned to the house.  Hurrying along the path, careful not to be seen, she felt that she had perhaps half an hour before the women returned with the trolley full of sacks.

"This should be the last one then," Penny panted as she hauled the cart, as Dianne pushed from behind.

"Yes.  The ex wives are safely taken care of.  There is just his illegitimate daughter to dispose of and she won't be back from holiday for another month, so once we have set up the stable for her, and made sure that she is monitored during her stay, then we can pretty much leave the feeding stations to do their work.  Perhaps visit once per month."

"Thank god for that," Penny mouthed as the house finally came into view.

Once they had parked the trolley, Penny gathered a few things from the outbuildings before heading off to the stable area.  Dianne grabbed a sack of feed and hefted it onto her shoulder.  She moved more cautiously now, but was still able to cover the distance fairly easily, without having to drop the sack.  Walking into the central shower room she noted that the storeroom door was locked.  Dropping the sack she approached the wall and opened the security panel.  Lights blinked on as the outside door closed and she keyed in the six-digit number.

"Please get undressed and place your clothes in the box provided.  Once you have done this, coat your body liberally with the decontaminating jelly.  You should leave this on for at least fifteen minutes and should be liberally applied to all areas of the body, including hair and private areas.  After fifteen minutes, you should shower before proceeding into the next room.  Thank you for co-operating fully with the requirement of this facility," her voice intoned from the hidden speakers.

"That's strange," she thought.  She finished keying in the number and pressed the green button.

The door did not open.

"Please get undressed and place your clothes in the box provided.  Once you have done this, coat your body liberally with the decontaminating jelly.  You should leave this on for at least fifteen minutes and should be liberally applied to all areas of the body, including hair and private areas.  After fifteen minutes, you should shower before proceeding into the next room.  Thank you for co-operating fully with the requirement of this facility."

Cursing, Dianne tried the number again, but with no joy.  Moving briskly over to the outside door, she opened the tile next to it and keyed in the number.

"Penny.  The codes not working.  Penny can you open the door?"

No response.  Dianne paced up and down before kicking the door.  She tried the number again, taking the sheet of paper out of her pocket with the code written on it, so that she could be certain she was putting the right number in.  Even after taking this much care, she found that the number did not work.

Dianne called for perhaps an hour without any form of response from the outside.  Horse from the effort of calling, Dianne let out a sob and sat down.  There was only one explanation.  Penny had betrayed her.  She did not know how she thought she could make any money from this situation, unless she had been in contact with one of the other wives and got a higher cut.  But she still needed one of the wives in order to claim the money.  However, that was irrelevant.  The fact remained that Penny thought she could and that left her trapped in the shower room.

"Penny.  Let me out.  I will give you a higher share all right?  We don't have to do this.  I wouldn't cheat you.  You must know that right?"

Silence greeted her, but after a few moments the message played again.

"Please get undressed and place your clothes in the box provided.  Once you have done this, coat your body liberally with the decontaminating jelly.  You should leave this on for at least fifteen minutes and should be liberally applied to all areas of the body, including hair and private areas.  After fifteen minutes, you should shower before proceeding into the next room.  Thank you for co-operating fully with the requirement of this facility."

Sitting down on the floor, sobbing, she tried to reason a way out of her predicament.  But nothing came to mind.  It took another hour of pounding on the door and shouting before she eventually relented.  Whatever Penny had in mind, she could not do anything about it.  The only option was to play this through and so, reluctantly, Dianne undressed as instructed, placing her garments onto the container on the side, lathering the skin die all over her body and then, after fifteen minutes, showering the muck off.

She was not surprised to see all of her hair pooled at her feet, but it was still shocking enough to elicit a gasp from her.  If this had not, then the bright red that she had become would certainly have done it.

"Penny you bitch.  Not that one.  You are not doing that to me are you?"  Dianne pleaded, her earlier confidence eroding rapidly as her situation grew more and more desperate."

Penny had finished preparing the shower room next to the stables and had nearly finished with the second room.  All that needed to be done was to fill the hopper in the attic room with horse food.  She had bought a sack from the wagon before she started this job.  It had taken longer than she thought, but soon she would be able to return to the mainland and await developments.

Bending down she grabbed the sack by the corners and then knelt down to pull it up.  Something, some sound or sixth sense made her turn around, just in time to see the full water bucket arc towards her.

The impact knocked her clear over the feedbag and into the stable wall.  She never saw who had wielded the bucket.  She would not see anything for over twenty minutes, as she lay unconscious on the cobbled floor.

Kim walked over to the prone woman, looking down contemptuously.  Kim had been through a great deal and someone who did not know her story would be shocked at the sight of the bedraggled woman, with orange skin and bedraggled, sweat soaked hair.  They would not have understood why, after so many months without human conversation, the first words that she spoke held a very special meaning for her.

Kim leant over and looked at the woman who had helped imprison her.

"Woof," she said.

She then bent down and picked Penny up in a fireman's lift and carried her to another shower room that she had prepared, in true Blue Peter fashion, earlier.

Unlike Diane, due to the violent way she found herself in the shower room, Penny soon understood her situation and, head still throbbing from her recent injury, she did not fight the inevitable.  She assumed that, for whatever reason, Diane had decided that she was no longer needed.  Looking down at herself, she sighed as she stepped out of the shower and noted the rich rosewood brown that she had become.  She didn't even hear the last instruction, which she knew by heart, as she stepped through the door that would reveal her fate.

Diane was less philosophical.  She spent days refusing to eat the serial and nuts that she was given, but eventually she relented.  She was starting to accept her role.  That is until she herd her own voice demand that she eat what was in the new feed tray.

Getting out of her cot, Diane walked over to a small pocket that had appeared in the far wall.  It contained a plastic pot with a lid.  Taking the lid off, Diane nearly gagged when she saw the contents.  Worms.  Dozens and dozens of crawling, slimy worms.

Diane dropped the container and stepped back, her mouth open in shock as she brought her hands to her mouth.

"No, no, no, no, no," she pleaded.

But her voice taunted her by repeating the instructions.  She would not do that.  She could not do that.  Stepping away from the wiggling mass that squirmed away from the fallen container, Diane retreated to her cot, mumbling her denial.

After two days, Diane still sat in the cot.  She had had no food or drink in that time.  Her voice had continued with its demand.  Every five minutes the voice had repeated and Diane had stared at the worms.  Some had died after the first day.  Some still moved on the concrete floor.  But two days was a long time.  The human body can survive for two weeks without food.  If you have a lot of fat and just take supplements, it may be years before you need to eat.  But water is a different matter and Diane was painfully aware of just how precious a commodity water could be.  Licking her dry, parched lips, she stared at the worms, fighting to find any other solution.  But this was a battle she had already lost.  As soon as she had started to think about the possibility of eating the worms, it was just a matter of when, rather than if.

Diane stared at the worm that had crawled nearest to her.  It was less mobile now, attempting to find shelter form the light, which threatened to dry it out.  But there was no shelter and no hiding place either, as Diane, her resolve broken, leapt from the cot and snatched up the morsel.  She did not chew.  She tried not to wretch, but she did eat the worm.  Fighting to keep it down, she then, once her stomach had settled, walked over to the next worm and the next and the next, until her voice stopped talking and fresh food and water was dispensed.

Diane sat in the feeding corner, eating corn and nuts staring numbly at the empty plastic pot on the floor.  Two days, she now knew.  Two days was all it took to break the will of a human being.  Somebody had once said that civilization was only two square meals away from anarchy.  Diane now new that civilization might take two meals, but humanity took only two days. Two days after this, she was given a tongue gag to fit, using an Allen key.

Penny was having a slightly smoother transition into her new role.  Thankfully, she did not have to eat worms, just grain, grasses and nuts.  There were several things that she could become and she spent many hours debating with herself, but she accepted that whatever was going to happen was beyond her control.  Her life was no longer her own and the sooner she accepted that, the easier it would be for her.  She therefore obeyed Diane's voice without question.

Both women followed a routine that they had themselves devised.  When Jim had first thought of the idea of a holiday island for animal enthusiasts, Diane had been sceptical.  He was not very ill at that stage, being in the initial stages.  But he wanted to taste everything that life still had to offer and the idea of submissive women paying to be turned into an animal and then living as such for up to three months was not an idea that Diane thought could work.  But then Diane had asked Penny to work at Jim's solicitors and had learned of the details of the will.  After the initial shock, an idea came to her and the more she thought about it the more she liked it.  She could have all of the money.  All that she needed to do was make sure that nobody else showed up for the second reading.  She therefore encouraged Jim with his island project.  But while Jim had paying guests in mind, Diane had other ideas.  Now she could only curse as she found herself in a prison of her own making.

Finally, after worms, nuts and dried fruit and crackers to eat, her routine changed.  The room dispensed a belt.  But it was a strange belt.  She fastened it around her waist and looked at the two cuffs that were attached to the front.  Squatting down, Diane attached the cuffs to her legs, so that she was bent over in a squatting position.

In addition to the fact that she could only hobble about in a strange, squat stance, the room set her tasks.  Now, instead of feeding her by draws, the room lowered smooth planks to act as ramps and walkways, placing her food on platforms several feet above the ground and forcing her to negotiate these obstacles in order to gain food.  However, the room was not finished with her and, after she had mastered the skills necessary to walk these strange paths, the room spoke again.

"Please dress in the costume as directed by the video screen."

A section of the wall slid back to reveal a large TV screen.  An animated woman, in a similar position to her, manoeuvred her legs into the legs of the costume.

So there it was.  This was what she had been trained to become.  She did not cry or resist in any way.  She simply hobbled over to the open drawer and took out the garment, before shuffling back to her cot to begin working her lower legs into the clawed, orange, rubber feet.  Once these were in place she manoeuvred the lower part of her costume over her ass.  Although her privates were open to the elements, a long feathery tail that fanned out in a triangle behind her covered her ass.

Next she took the beak that she had bought and fitted it to the front of her face so that the hard plastic covered her nose and sat behind her teeth, while the lower part, which also fitted over her teeth, covered her lower jaw.  She adjusted the straps so that her new beak was tightly attached to her face before pulling the rest of the garment up over her back and pulled the hood over the top of her head so that a plume of feathers stood up like a proud Mohawk on top of her head.  She pulled the bottom of the hood under her chin, covering the straps from her beak and secured it tightly with the sticky material.

Next, as the video instructed, she pulled her arms into the tight spaces in the wings, folding them back on themselves so that her hands touched her shoulders and pulling and squirming until her arms were as securely fixed in as they could be.

The video then directed her over to a small bench that had appeared in the wall.  Positioning the front of her body over a hole in the bench, the zipper that was attached to the lower half of the chest was fed onto a hook like attachment.  As she had expected, she was not surprised to find the costume tightening around her as the zipper was pulled tightly up to her neck, stopping just under her chin and then sealed with a glued flap.

The bird that was once Diane Star stretched in her new persona, adjusting herself to the feel of the costume and ironing out the wrinkles.  At first glance, a visitor would only see a very large red bird, with a high plume and parrots curved beak.  However, the forward facing human eyes might give them pause.  The two, very female, double D breasts which poked lewdly out of two holes in the front of the costume, giving a comical, harpyesque appearance, would have shown the error of that first misconception.

Finally the door opened and Diane hobbled out into her new life.

Penny had already found her new role.  She had staggered out into the woods from an underground tunnel.  The woods were quite large and she was given free reign of them.  She soon found her feeding station, which consisted of a water trough and a grain tray, as well as a lean to shelter, which she found on the edge of a clearing in the middle of the woods.

She walked over to her new home on strange legs which, due to a strange set of metal leg braces, meant that she could not bend her upper legs into an upright position.  Her hoofed legs and arms made a gentle clopping noise as she manoeuvred herself around her new home.  The brown suite would keep her warm, although the fluffy tail added nothing to her situation, nor did the deer mask that she now wore.  Penny could bend her forelegs in more places than a human could normally, due to the articulation of the front hooves via a set of wires, as her arms had been extended via an additional length of metal under the costume.  This was necessary to enable her to keep her back level.  But it still took some getting used to.  Even so, Penny mused, there were worse fates than a fluffy tailed deer.  Much worse.

Diane stepped into her new home.  It was a large birdcage.  It looked out, via stout iron bars, onto the living room of the main house.  She hopped over to the edge of her cage, accompanied by the sound of clapping and whistling.  As she approached the bars she knew who had done this and why.  There, sitting in the living room, watching her entrance and sipping Champaign, were Kim, Hazel and Kate.  They had found the solvent, which would remove the skin colours that had coloured their skins for some months.  They looked nearly the same, although Hazel's breasts were bigger.  They also looked smug.  The old Dianne would have had a thing or two to say about that look.  But the bird that was now Diane simply hopped up onto one of the walkways in order to explore her new world.  She thought that she could see a large mirror.  OK, it had a bell underneath it, but it was still a mirror and she wanted to see how she looked as a bright red parrot.

Epilogue – 6 Months Later

Hazel and Kate sat in the living room drinking coffee and reflecting on their new lives.  They had arrived in time for the second video reading of the will.  Jim had been unsure, after the way he had treated his wives, if they would actually want his money.  The second will therefore stated that they could refuse, either in person or by not showing up at all.  In that event the money would be shared equally amongst those who did.

Mr Prentice, although surprised that his last wife did not want any of the Star fortune, but those were the terms of the will and so she did not receive her share.  He was still put out about the fact that his assistant had left without saying a word, but that was life.  At least the new assistant can type.

Hazel patted the head of the new dog that sat at her feet.  Diane had made a reasonable parrot, but clearing the cage out was a big chore.  She had only come out of puppy school recently and this was her first time out of the compound.  Kim liked her as a dog.  She said if was fitting.  Unlike Kim, Diane was not used to dogs and had been intimidated by them when they had made advances.  So this time in the house was a real show of mercy and she knew it.  Anyway, she seemed to like being a housedog and made all of the appropriate noises and actions when they instructed her to sit and beg.

In fact, Diane's conversion had been so successful, that they had decided to try Penny in a new role.  There had been some debate regarding the nature of her next conversion.  Hazel had wanted her to try being a cow for three months.  But in the end they had decided that they had an entire zoo to work through in the costume room and were quite looking forward to putting her through her paces.

A clumping noise from the hall announced that Kim was nearly ready and both women turned.

Kim stood in the doorway holding a bundle of leather.  She had nearly finished dressing in her pony girl outfit.  Although she had managed to get the boots on, as well as the bells, some of the outfit was proving tricky.

"Can someone give me a hand with this stuff?" she asked.

"Sure," Hazel smiled as she stood up.

She did not understand why Kim had taken to being a ponygirl whenever she was at the island.  But she had said that she had finally understood that Jim had been right about her.  Jim had thought she wanted to be dominated in his dungeon, but this was what she really wanted.  It had taken her time as a dog to realise it.  Hazel had to admit that she did look good and if this is what it took to put her experience behind her that was her business.

Hazel helped Kim tighten her corset and then strapped her into her single leather glove, which pinned her arms behind her.  Finally, she attached the bit and bridle, straightening the feather plume that adorned her forehead.  Whinnying playfully Kim trotted out into the yard.

Kim eased herself backwards onto the shafts of the two-seated gig.   She looked proudly at the fine tail that was plugged into her ass.  It was a great tail and it swished sexily as her ass swayed from the motion imposed on it by the high-healed hoof boots.  Kim was very proud of this particular tail.  Although it seemed at odds with her hair colour, Kim would not change it for the world, since it was exactly the same colour as Diane's hair used to be.  In fact she had made the tail out of the hair that she had collected from the shower room after Diane had gone on to her training.

Hazel finished locking the shafts to the two rings at either side of Kim's corset just as Kate emerged from the house carrying the tranquilliser guns.  Both women stepped into the gig and Hazel, taking the reigns clicked her teeth as she swished the reigns.  Penny smiled as she cradled the guns from her seat and the gig set off down the path towards the woods leaving Fluffy chained to her kennel in the yard.  Today was going to be fun.  It wasn't everyday that you could go deer hunting on your own private island and the three ex Mrs Stars were going to make the most of it.

End

Description
Kims Tail 4
By
Rubberwolf
2009©

Storycodes f-self nc bd

Kim sat in the lawyers' office watching her former husband on the TV before her.

"I am sorry that I had to do that to you Kim.  I know that we never got that heavy when we were married.  I just thought that you needed to explore you fetish side a bit more.  You could be quite a kinky little bitch when you wanted to be.  All you needed was someone to bring out your pervy side."  Jim smiled as the camera pulled away from his face to show that he was standing in riding gear with wooden panelling behind him.

Kim leaned back on the couch as she watched him, pulling her long black skirt up so that she could finger herself, gently pulling her knickers aside so that she could stroke her already wet pussy.

Jim walked over to a stable door and opened the top.

"You know what you want.  You want to be my animal.  You have always been my animal," Jim stated into the cameral.

"Yes," Kim moaned as she pulled her black stockinged legs up onto the coffee table, spreading her legs wide as she continued to finger herself, her four inch patent heals scrabbling for purchase as she brought herself closer to climax.

Unbuttoning her white blouse her left hand eased itself inside the garment, moving the lacy fabric of her bra aside she rubbed and teased her nipple.

"Come on girl.  Come to your owner," Jim cooed into the stable.

Kim continued to finger herself as a clip clopping sound from the stable, accompanied by the tinkle of bells, announced that the horse was coming to be petted.  Kim stared transfixed as she played with herself and a woman came into view.

The woman in the stable wore a complicated bit and bridle, with pointy horse ears on top, and a set of blinkers.  A large, black feather arching upwards from the leather band on the forehead completed this headpiece.  She could only see the top of the woman, but she could just make out that she was wearing some sort of leather corset.  The tinkling that she had heard came from tiny bells attached to the woman's nipples.  Her arms were also drawn back behind her, suggesting that they were bound.

"Be my beast Kim.  Let me keep you as you know you want to be kept."

Kim closed her eyes and moaned as she fingered herself closer and closer to climax.

"Yes," she moaned.  "Yes".

She opened her eyes, but the lawyers' office and TV screen had gone.  She looked down at herself.  Her naked breasts held two tiny bells, which jingled when she moved.  They were lightly clamped in place and although uncomfortable, did not hurt.  She panted slightly from the tightness of the unforgiving leather corset.  She felt something rub between her legs.  Bending over she could see that a leather strap ran from the front of the corset and pulled tightly through her shaved sex.  She also noticed that she was wearing thigh length hoof boots, similar in design to the ones that she had seen in the stables on the island.

She tried to finger herself, but couldn't.  Twisting around she saw that her arms were encased in a single, black leather glove.  She also noticed that she had a horse's tail.  It arched in a sharp curve, like an Arabian, or the horses on ancient Greek pottery.  Wiggling her ass she saw her tail twitch and also felt the intruder move within her ass.

"Come on girl," Jim said as he stepped into the stable and clipped a rope lead to her bridle.

Jim led his pony out, into the yard.  Kim's feet made a rhythmic clicking sound as she was led over to the cart.  Jim reversed her, before fastening the arms of the small, two-wheeler onto the metal hoops on the side of her corset.  Next he walked back to her, unclipping the rope from her bridle and attaching a set of reigns, which he pulled back to the cart.

Kim tested the bit in her mouth as she stamped her hoof impatiently.  She felt the weight of the carriage shift as Jim sat down.  Moments passed as Jim adjusted his position and settled the reigns in his hands.

Kim was growing restless and wanted to go now.  As if she had commanded it, she felt the reigns tug at her bit and Jim make a clicking noise with his tongue.

Kim walked on and Jim encouraged her with the reigns until she was clear of the courtyard and had started onto the path that ran around the island.  He then clicked his tongue and swished the reigns again.  Kim started to jog; lifting her heals high as she pranced along, pulling the carriage easily as the leather strap began to massage her wet and swollen pussy.

Crack.

"Faster horse, faster."

A whip landed across her ass and Kim sprinted off at a high pace, running for all she was worth, bells jingling as her tits bounced uncontrollably.  The extra motion had made her clit start to rub the leather strap vigorously and Kim tried desperately to control the orgasm, lest she stumbles and her master beat her.  But it was no good, she was too hot and her clit had been rubbed beyond her endurance.

She stumbled as an orgasm ripped through her and she shot awake, panting as she fingered herself with her free hand.

It took a moment for her to take in her surroundings, but she knew where she was.  The confines of the kennel in the dawn light and the smell of dogs told her that she was on the island.  But not for much longer.

She still wore some of the dog suit, only putting it on, along with the leg straps and paw glove when she ventured out during the day.  At night, or when she came in to rest during the day, she could exercise her legs.  She had feared that they might have atrophied, but she was able to do quite a few exercises and stretches now.  At first she had screamed with the pain of unfamiliar movement after so long with her legs strapped to her thighs. But now she was confident that no lasting damage had been done. Looking down at her right paw, she saw that she had nearly rubbed though the plastic cuff.  Not long now she smiled, as she placed her wrist against the side of the kennel and started to rub.

Diane Star stood watching the small helicopter recede from the Island and smiled.  Picking up her bag she strode confidently over to the house and made herself at home.  She fixed herself a cup of tea and contemplated her situation.  As Jims last wife, the former nurse stood to gain millions.  At least, that was the plan.  All of his other wives had divorced him, so she should have been in the money, but it looked like Jim had some second thoughts about their treatment and the latest will reflected this.

Sipping her tea, she prepared for a quiet evening, but first she needed a bath.  It had been a long day and she was tired.

The next day, Diane woke late.  Putting on jeans and T-shirt she set off to walk around the island.

The sun rose higher and higher, but at last, having been out for breakfast and to greet her friends, Kim was able to return to her kennel and continue her work.  It had seemed like hours, but eventually, she was through.  Restraining a cry of triumph, Kim pulled the now loose paw glove off of her wrists.  Although her hand was free, it took ten minutes before she was able to massage and twist enough life into her digits to get them to work.

As well as working on the right paw, Kim had also spent much of her evening worrying about the shock collar.  Whoever ran this place could not suspect that she had freed herself or she would find herself shocked into submission.  Instead, she had continued to pretend that she was still a prisoner while she worked out a solution.

That solution was to bite and worry the left glove, so that she was able to separate the plastic cuff from the actual glove.  She used this strip of plastic to cover the metal contacts, whose position she was painfully aware of, inside the collar.

After several minutes deliberation, as she worked up the courage to test her plan, Kim got up and took off the dog suite.  She could not do anything about the collar without tools.  The same applied to the strange gag that imprisoned her tongue, but she could scale the compound walls now.

Prince watched as "Strangescent" the female emerged from her kennel.  She was a strange bitch, seeming to come on heat at the oddest times and then going off of heat just as quickly.  He had tried to mate her, as had other dogs, but she had made it plane by snarling and biting, as well as just sitting down, that she was not interested and so she was as yet without a mate.  But Prince held out hope.  She was a strange creature.  Even stranger now that she stood up on two legs.  Price trotted over to investigate.

She smelt the same, but she looked different on two legs.  Even her face had changed.  But she patted him absently as she ran towards his kennel and leapt onto the roof.

Prince wagged his tail.  This was a good game.  Then "Strangescent" stretched out her paws and pulled herself over the wall.  Resting a moment, she then disappeared over the side of the wall.

Kim landed softly in bushes.  Picking herself up she headed for the house.  However, this time she did not rush in, but cautiously investigated, propping open doors with branches, bricks or anything else, so that she didn't  wonder into another trap.  Fortunately she didn't.  However, she was able to find her way into one of the shower rooms, taking extra care to prop the door open.  Now that company was not expected, she saw another door, set into the wall that had been left open.  Tiles panelled to look like a continuous wall when the door was closed disguised it.  Another tile had been left open, like the door.  However, this contained a number pad, obviously a security lock.  Creeping inside, she found herself in a storeroom, full of bags and chemical drums.  There was also a stare case.  Ascending, Kim found herself presented by several open containers.  They held various types of animal food.  Pipes led away from these and several open bags proclaimed that someone had carried feedbags up here and emptied them into the drums.  She remembered the guttering that had emptied dog food into her bowl.  But this was not dog food.  It was something else.  Picking up a handful she sniffed.  A faint beefy aroma said it was food, but not what kind.

The implication was obvious.  She might not be the only captive.  Retracing her steps and careful to remove any trace of herself, she stepped outside and made her way to the main house.  She might be able to find a ladder, either in the house or the outbuildings that would allow her to see over the walls.

This was the first time that she had been into the house in ages, but she had learned her lesson and approached quietly, but there was no one home.  She found some tools in the house, in a cupboard under the stairs and was at last able to undo the Allen key bolt that trapped her tongue.  Pulling the plastic mouthpiece out, she flexed her tongue experimentally.

Next, she used an old hack saw blade to cut away the collar.  It was slow work and she nicked herself a few times, but eventually the collar fell away from her neck, dropping like a discarded toy at her feet.  Bending down she picked up the collar and replaced the tools.  She would not tip her hand yet and if she carelessly left evidence of herself around, she might find herself back in the yard.

Carefully, she explored the house.  Luckily she found another hidden door left open.  Stepping inside, careful to wedge it open with a book from the study, she crept inside.

It was an office of some sort.  Banks of monitors set against one wall showed different views of the island.  She made out her yard, but there was also a picture of another yard, with another creature shuffling about, eating grass.  At first, because of the horns and tail, she thought it was a cow, but the two massive breasts swaying from the chest quickly drew her to the right conclusion.  It was another woman.  Kim was about to run and rescue the woman, but something stopped her.  She checked the rest of the monitors.  She saw another picture of her compound, the dairy, the stables and an aquarium.  Other monitors were blank.  She also saw the house and the wooded trails.

A computer sat in the corner and Kim turned it on.  After loading, it prompted her for a password.  A quick search of the desk found a post it note stuck underneath a drawer in the desk with the username and password written on it.  She quickly typed this in and began to explore the files.

Diane walked along the path until she came to the boathouse.  She strode purposefully down to the wooden structure and along the peer.  Gazing out to sea for several moments, she turned on her heal and walked along the path under the cliff.  At last the fish tank came into view and Diane stood admiring the strange exotic fish, especially the large orange one, before the sound of a motorboat attracted her attention.  Waving gaily as she strode off, Diane did not see as the orange fish battered itself against the glass in an effort to get her attention.

Standing on the jetty, she gazed out as the small craft cleared the headland and made its way towards her.

Penny stood at the wheel guiding the launch confidently alongside the ladder.  Tying off the boat to mooring points, she waved at Diane as she leant over the side.

"Give a hand here," she called up.  "I am not shifting these bloody things by myself".

Penny had changed since Diane had seen her in the helicopter.  She was now dressed in jeans and walking boots, a far cry from the mini skirt and impossible heals she had giggled around Mr Prentices office in.  Her voice was also less bubbly.  In fact, apart from the ten years that separated them, the two women looked quite similar now.

"How are things with Prentice?"

"Bloody hard work.  You would not believe what an asshole he can be.  He had me kneeling under the desk the other day, giving him a blow job while he was talking to clients."

"Yes, but think of the money dear," Diane soothed as she jumped down from the ladder and embraced the other woman, giving her a long and passionate kiss.  "If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have found out about the second reading, or the way Jim had set up the will.  You are so valuable where you are.  But it won't be for much longer.  Once the second reading is out of the way we can live like queens."

Diane mused to herself.  "At least I can, but I am sure that you will make a lovely unicorn".

Kissing the woman passionately, while squeezing her ass, Diane schemed and plotted.  At last they both went to the back of the boat and picked up the sacks of animal food, dumping them onto the quay, before finally loading them onto a pull along trolley that Diane bought from the boat house and headed back to the main house.

"Prentice still clueless?" Diane asked.

"He is since I started monitoring the radio for him.  He believes that the other wives are off island hopping in Jims boat, only coming back to re-stock.  Stupid sod will believe anything, especially when I bend over his desk and make sure he gets a face full of cleavage."

"You're doing a wonderful job," Diane cooed.

Kim had already heard enough. Especially now that she had heard Diane speak.  It was amazing how much she sounded like Joanna Lumbley.  When the helicopter first arrived she had been tempted to run over, but she had not gotten this far by taking chances and so had lain in wait.  The only risk that she had run was to cover herself with an old dress that she had found in one of the wardrobes, but she did not think that the garment would be missed.  She had also taken precautions and had formulated a plan.  All that was needed was for her to get a few things ready before the two women returned to the house.  Hurrying along the path, careful not to be seen, she felt that she had perhaps half an hour before the women returned with the trolley full of sacks.

"This should be the last one then," Penny panted as she hauled the cart, as Dianne pushed from behind.

"Yes.  The ex wives are safely taken care of.  There is just his illegitimate daughter to dispose of and she won't be back from holiday for another month, so once we have set up the stable for her, and made sure that she is monitored during her stay, then we can pretty much leave the feeding stations to do their work.  Perhaps visit once per month."

"Thank god for that," Penny mouthed as the house finally came into view.

Once they had parked the trolley, Penny gathered a few things from the outbuildings before heading off to the stable area.  Dianne grabbed a sack of feed and hefted it onto her shoulder.  She moved more cautiously now, but was still able to cover the distance fairly easily, without having to drop the sack.  Walking into the central shower room she noted that the storeroom door was locked.  Dropping the sack she approached the wall and opened the security panel.  Lights blinked on as the outside door closed and she keyed in the six-digit number.

"Please get undressed and place your clothes in the box provided.  Once you have done this, coat your body liberally with the decontaminating jelly.  You should leave this on for at least fifteen minutes and should be liberally applied to all areas of the body, including hair and private areas.  After fifteen minutes, you should shower before proceeding into the next room.  Thank you for co-operating fully with the requirement of this facility," her voice intoned from the hidden speakers.

"That's strange," she thought.  She finished keying in the number and pressed the green button.

The door did not open.

"Please get undressed and place your clothes in the box provided.  Once you have done this, coat your body liberally with the decontaminating jelly.  You should leave this on for at least fifteen minutes and should be liberally applied to all areas of the body, including hair and private areas.  After fifteen minutes, you should shower before proceeding into the next room.  Thank you for co-operating fully with the requirement of this facility."

Cursing, Dianne tried the number again, but with no joy.  Moving briskly over to the outside door, she opened the tile next to it and keyed in the number.

"Penny.  The codes not working.  Penny can you open the door?"

No response.  Dianne paced up and down before kicking the door.  She tried the number again, taking the sheet of paper out of her pocket with the code written on it, so that she could be certain she was putting the right number in.  Even after taking this much care, she found that the number did not work.

Dianne called for perhaps an hour without any form of response from the outside.  Horse from the effort of calling, Dianne let out a sob and sat down.  There was only one explanation.  Penny had betrayed her.  She did not know how she thought she could make any money from this situation, unless she had been in contact with one of the other wives and got a higher cut.  But she still needed one of the wives in order to claim the money.  However, that was irrelevant.  The fact remained that Penny thought she could and that left her trapped in the shower room.

"Penny.  Let me out.  I will give you a higher share all right?  We don't have to do this.  I wouldn't cheat you.  You must know that right?"

Silence greeted her, but after a few moments the message played again.

"Please get undressed and place your clothes in the box provided.  Once you have done this, coat your body liberally with the decontaminating jelly.  You should leave this on for at least fifteen minutes and should be liberally applied to all areas of the body, including hair and private areas.  After fifteen minutes, you should shower before proceeding into the next room.  Thank you for co-operating fully with the requirement of this facility."

Sitting down on the floor, sobbing, she tried to reason a way out of her predicament.  But nothing came to mind.  It took another hour of pounding on the door and shouting before she eventually relented.  Whatever Penny had in mind, she could not do anything about it.  The only option was to play this through and so, reluctantly, Dianne undressed as instructed, placing her garments onto the container on the side, lathering the skin die all over her body and then, after fifteen minutes, showering the muck off.

She was not surprised to see all of her hair pooled at her feet, but it was still shocking enough to elicit a gasp from her.  If this had not, then the bright red that she had become would certainly have done it.

"Penny you bitch.  Not that one.  You are not doing that to me are you?"  Dianne pleaded, her earlier confidence eroding rapidly as her situation grew more and more desperate."

Penny had finished preparing the shower room next to the stables and had nearly finished with the second room.  All that needed to be done was to fill the hopper in the attic room with horse food.  She had bought a sack from the wagon before she started this job.  It had taken longer than she thought, but soon she would be able to return to the mainland and await developments.

Bending down she grabbed the sack by the corners and then knelt down to pull it up.  Something, some sound or sixth sense made her turn around, just in time to see the full water bucket arc towards her.

The impact knocked her clear over the feedbag and into the stable wall.  She never saw who had wielded the bucket.  She would not see anything for over twenty minutes, as she lay unconscious on the cobbled floor.

Kim walked over to the prone woman, looking down contemptuously.  Kim had been through a great deal and someone who did not know her story would be shocked at the sight of the bedraggled woman, with orange skin and bedraggled, sweat soaked hair.  They would not have understood why, after so many months without human conversation, the first words that she spoke held a very special meaning for her.

Kim leant over and looked at the woman who had helped imprison her.

"Woof," she said.

She then bent down and picked Penny up in a fireman's lift and carried her to another shower room that she had prepared, in true Blue Peter fashion, earlier.

Unlike Diane, due to the violent way she found herself in the shower room, Penny soon understood her situation and, head still throbbing from her recent injury, she did not fight the inevitable.  She assumed that, for whatever reason, Diane had decided that she was no longer needed.  Looking down at herself, she sighed as she stepped out of the shower and noted the rich rosewood brown that she had become.  She didn't even hear the last instruction, which she knew by heart, as she stepped through the door that would reveal her fate.

Diane was less philosophical.  She spent days refusing to eat the serial and nuts that she was given, but eventually she relented.  She was starting to accept her role.  That is until she herd her own voice demand that she eat what was in the new feed tray.

Getting out of her cot, Diane walked over to a small pocket that had appeared in the far wall.  It contained a plastic pot with a lid.  Taking the lid off, Diane nearly gagged when she saw the contents.  Worms.  Dozens and dozens of crawling, slimy worms.

Diane dropped the container and stepped back, her mouth open in shock as she brought her hands to her mouth.

"No, no, no, no, no," she pleaded.

But her voice taunted her by repeating the instructions.  She would not do that.  She could not do that.  Stepping away from the wiggling mass that squirmed away from the fallen container, Diane retreated to her cot, mumbling her denial.

After two days, Diane still sat in the cot.  She had had no food or drink in that time.  Her voice had continued with its demand.  Every five minutes the voice had repeated and Diane had stared at the worms.  Some had died after the first day.  Some still moved on the concrete floor.  But two days was a long time.  The human body can survive for two weeks without food.  If you have a lot of fat and just take supplements, it may be years before you need to eat.  But water is a different matter and Diane was painfully aware of just how precious a commodity water could be.  Licking her dry, parched lips, she stared at the worms, fighting to find any other solution.  But this was a battle she had already lost.  As soon as she had started to think about the possibility of eating the worms, it was just a matter of when, rather than if.

Diane stared at the worm that had crawled nearest to her.  It was less mobile now, attempting to find shelter form the light, which threatened to dry it out.  But there was no shelter and no hiding place either, as Diane, her resolve broken, leapt from the cot and snatched up the morsel.  She did not chew.  She tried not to wretch, but she did eat the worm.  Fighting to keep it down, she then, once her stomach had settled, walked over to the next worm and the next and the next, until her voice stopped talking and fresh food and water was dispensed.

Diane sat in the feeding corner, eating corn and nuts staring numbly at the empty plastic pot on the floor.  Two days, she now knew.  Two days was all it took to break the will of a human being.  Somebody had once said that civilization was only two square meals away from anarchy.  Diane now new that civilization might take two meals, but humanity took only two days. Two days after this, she was given a tongue gag to fit, using an Allen key.

Penny was having a slightly smoother transition into her new role.  Thankfully, she did not have to eat worms, just grain, grasses and nuts.  There were several things that she could become and she spent many hours debating with herself, but she accepted that whatever was going to happen was beyond her control.  Her life was no longer her own and the sooner she accepted that, the easier it would be for her.  She therefore obeyed Diane's voice without question.

Both women followed a routine that they had themselves devised.  When Jim had first thought of the idea of a holiday island for animal enthusiasts, Diane had been sceptical.  He was not very ill at that stage, being in the initial stages.  But he wanted to taste everything that life still had to offer and the idea of submissive women paying to be turned into an animal and then living as such for up to three months was not an idea that Diane thought could work.  But then Diane had asked Penny to work at Jim's solicitors and had learned of the details of the will.  After the initial shock, an idea came to her and the more she thought about it the more she liked it.  She could have all of the money.  All that she needed to do was make sure that nobody else showed up for the second reading.  She therefore encouraged Jim with his island project.  But while Jim had paying guests in mind, Diane had other ideas.  Now she could only curse as she found herself in a prison of her own making.

Finally, after worms, nuts and dried fruit and crackers to eat, her routine changed.  The room dispensed a belt.  But it was a strange belt.  She fastened it around her waist and looked at the two cuffs that were attached to the front.  Squatting down, Diane attached the cuffs to her legs, so that she was bent over in a squatting position.

In addition to the fact that she could only hobble about in a strange, squat stance, the room set her tasks.  Now, instead of feeding her by draws, the room lowered smooth planks to act as ramps and walkways, placing her food on platforms several feet above the ground and forcing her to negotiate these obstacles in order to gain food.  However, the room was not finished with her and, after she had mastered the skills necessary to walk these strange paths, the room spoke again.

"Please dress in the costume as directed by the video screen."

A section of the wall slid back to reveal a large TV screen.  An animated woman, in a similar position to her, manoeuvred her legs into the legs of the costume.

So there it was.  This was what she had been trained to become.  She did not cry or resist in any way.  She simply hobbled over to the open drawer and took out the garment, before shuffling back to her cot to begin working her lower legs into the clawed, orange, rubber feet.  Once these were in place she manoeuvred the lower part of her costume over her ass.  Although her privates were open to the elements, a long feathery tail that fanned out in a triangle behind her covered her ass.

Next she took the beak that she had bought and fitted it to the front of her face so that the hard plastic covered her nose and sat behind her teeth, while the lower part, which also fitted over her teeth, covered her lower jaw.  She adjusted the straps so that her new beak was tightly attached to her face before pulling the rest of the garment up over her back and pulled the hood over the top of her head so that a plume of feathers stood up like a proud Mohawk on top of her head.  She pulled the bottom of the hood under her chin, covering the straps from her beak and secured it tightly with the sticky material.

Next, as the video instructed, she pulled her arms into the tight spaces in the wings, folding them back on themselves so that her hands touched her shoulders and pulling and squirming until her arms were as securely fixed in as they could be.

The video then directed her over to a small bench that had appeared in the wall.  Positioning the front of her body over a hole in the bench, the zipper that was attached to the lower half of the chest was fed onto a hook like attachment.  As she had expected, she was not surprised to find the costume tightening around her as the zipper was pulled tightly up to her neck, stopping just under her chin and then sealed with a glued flap.

The bird that was once Diane Star stretched in her new persona, adjusting herself to the feel of the costume and ironing out the wrinkles.  At first glance, a visitor would only see a very large red bird, with a high plume and parrots curved beak.  However, the forward facing human eyes might give them pause.  The two, very female, double D breasts which poked lewdly out of two holes in the front of the costume, giving a comical, harpyesque appearance, would have shown the error of that first misconception.

Finally the door opened and Diane hobbled out into her new life.

Penny had already found her new role.  She had staggered out into the woods from an underground tunnel.  The woods were quite large and she was given free reign of them.  She soon found her feeding station, which consisted of a water trough and a grain tray, as well as a lean to shelter, which she found on the edge of a clearing in the middle of the woods.

She walked over to her new home on strange legs which, due to a strange set of metal leg braces, meant that she could not bend her upper legs into an upright position.  Her hoofed legs and arms made a gentle clopping noise as she manoeuvred herself around her new home.  The brown suite would keep her warm, although the fluffy tail added nothing to her situation, nor did the deer mask that she now wore.  Penny could bend her forelegs in more places than a human could normally, due to the articulation of the front hooves via a set of wires, as her arms had been extended via an additional length of metal under the costume.  This was necessary to enable her to keep her back level.  But it still took some getting used to.  Even so, Penny mused, there were worse fates than a fluffy tailed deer.  Much worse.

Diane stepped into her new home.  It was a large birdcage.  It looked out, via stout iron bars, onto the living room of the main house.  She hopped over to the edge of her cage, accompanied by the sound of clapping and whistling.  As she approached the bars she knew who had done this and why.  There, sitting in the living room, watching her entrance and sipping Champaign, were Kim, Hazel and Kate.  They had found the solvent, which would remove the skin colours that had coloured their skins for some months.  They looked nearly the same, although Hazel's breasts were bigger.  They also looked smug.  The old Dianne would have had a thing or two to say about that look.  But the bird that was now Diane simply hopped up onto one of the walkways in order to explore her new world.  She thought that she could see a large mirror.  OK, it had a bell underneath it, but it was still a mirror and she wanted to see how she looked as a bright red parrot.

Epilogue – 6 Months Later

Hazel and Kate sat in the living room drinking coffee and reflecting on their new lives.  They had arrived in time for the second video reading of the will.  Jim had been unsure, after the way he had treated his wives, if they would actually want his money.  The second will therefore stated that they could refuse, either in person or by not showing up at all.  In that event the money would be shared equally amongst those who did.

Mr Prentice, although surprised that his last wife did not want any of the Star fortune, but those were the terms of the will and so she did not receive her share.  He was still put out about the fact that his assistant had left without saying a word, but that was life.  At least the new assistant can type.

Hazel patted the head of the new dog that sat at her feet.  Diane had made a reasonable parrot, but clearing the cage out was a big chore.  She had only come out of puppy school recently and this was her first time out of the compound.  Kim liked her as a dog.  She said if was fitting.  Unlike Kim, Diane was not used to dogs and had been intimidated by them when they had made advances.  So this time in the house was a real show of mercy and she knew it.  Anyway, she seemed to like being a housedog and made all of the appropriate noises and actions when they instructed her to sit and beg.

In fact, Diane's conversion had been so successful, that they had decided to try Penny in a new role.  There had been some debate regarding the nature of her next conversion.  Hazel had wanted her to try being a cow for three months.  But in the end they had decided that they had an entire zoo to work through in the costume room and were quite looking forward to putting her through her paces.

A clumping noise from the hall announced that Kim was nearly ready and both women turned.

Kim stood in the doorway holding a bundle of leather.  She had nearly finished dressing in her pony girl outfit.  Although she had managed to get the boots on, as well as the bells, some of the outfit was proving tricky.

"Can someone give me a hand with this stuff?" she asked.

"Sure," Hazel smiled as she stood up.

She did not understand why Kim had taken to being a ponygirl whenever she was at the island.  But she had said that she had finally understood that Jim had been right about her.  Jim had thought she wanted to be dominated in his dungeon, but this was what she really wanted.  It had taken her time as a dog to realise it.  Hazel had to admit that she did look good and if this is what it took to put her experience behind her that was her business.

Hazel helped Kim tighten her corset and then strapped her into her single leather glove, which pinned her arms behind her.  Finally, she attached the bit and bridle, straightening the feather plume that adorned her forehead.  Whinnying playfully Kim trotted out into the yard.

Kim eased herself backwards onto the shafts of the two-seated gig.   She looked proudly at the fine tail that was plugged into her ass.  It was a great tail and it swished sexily as her ass swayed from the motion imposed on it by the high-healed hoof boots.  Kim was very proud of this particular tail.  Although it seemed at odds with her hair colour, Kim would not change it for the world, since it was exactly the same colour as Diane's hair used to be.  In fact she had made the tail out of the hair that she had collected from the shower room after Diane had gone on to her training.

Hazel finished locking the shafts to the two rings at either side of Kim's corset just as Kate emerged from the house carrying the tranquilliser guns.  Both women stepped into the gig and Hazel, taking the reigns clicked her teeth as she swished the reigns.  Penny smiled as she cradled the guns from her seat and the gig set off down the path towards the woods leaving Fluffy chained to her kennel in the yard.  Today was going to be fun.  It wasn't everyday that you could go deer hunting on your own private island and the three ex Mrs Stars were going to make the most of it.

End