First class tickets and a direct flight once she got to Atlanta's airport Patricia and Paul arrived to their destination. A limo met the plane and Patricia was escorted to the special residence near to the hospital and lab. Paul was sent crate and all to a farm on the outskirts of the city, a place being one far cry from his comforts back in the U.S.A.
Greeted as if she was a queen, Patricia was given a spacious room with sundeck, and even a private dinning room. She could only wonder about her surroundings till late in the day there came a knock to her door.
It was a lawyer with some legal papers to be signed awarding the birthed infant to the control of his client. As there were both U.S. documents and those of the South American state to which she had flown, all wanted her signature in several places.
As like when dealing with anything written by a lawyer he had to read a disclaimer. It was more how he said it that what it said which caused Patricia some concern. The part in part of the first party being so authorized would remain in control over all parties of the contract. Patricia thought from what he said she and Paul were to become as assets to the research lab.
It was night time when the room next to Patricia got its tenant. A lonely Patricia thought to make contact with the lady and if possible strike up a relationship.
Exiting her room she knocked several times on the ajacent room to hers. After more than ten minutes a faint voice from inside told whoever was knocking to go away.
Patricia returned to her room and went to sit on the balcony and see the night scene far below. As she got comfortable the lady next door also came out for some air and sat with her back toward Patricia's balcony.
A friendly call to visit had the other lady jump up and run to hide inside her room. Patricia called to her begging for her to come out and at least talk from balcony to balcony.
The face Patricia made when the lady moved into the dim security lights glow was enough to send the lady back inside her room.
Stunned to say the least patricia thought of what she had seen and wondered what kind of place this research lab was, or wasn't?
Again seated back on her balcony the memory of a human female merged with what had to be some breed of mountain goat went over and over in her thoughts. The shape of her body, her feet being like extreme high heels but not in shoes as she cloven hooves in place of toes. Her head too was shaped oddly having two white horns sprouted out of her high forehead curving back and around her pointed furry ears.
Quietly and wondering Patricia sat there on her balcony for an hour till from the near shadows came this strange woman. A soft call for Patricia to come and talk was all she needed to be asked.
Greeting from one to another Patricia told of her exploits which brought her to South America. The other lady told of her coming to the research company two years before after being raped. It was at that time she was put in a research test and after being injected for several days with the wonder serums she was made to have sex with a goat. Her story was more vivid than Patricia could stand as she had with Paul her pet pony done simular, but with desire and egerness of heart.
Now she told of how her life was going to be changed for the better. She was with the scientific help there at the lab be placed into a physical restoration program as she expected to regain all her lost humanity.
Patricia told of her love and lust for feeling a male organ the size equal to that of her late husband. It was her pet pony that enthralled her and she if offered to, would enjoy being with him often if possible.
This seemed to scare the goat lady as she suggested to Patricia of her need for mental medical help. She told Patricia to keep her lusting thoughts quiet less she find herself in two years as a pregnant mare in some stable.
Patricia thought this had to be some wild curse of a crazy lady who lost her physical self to some wild goat. Yet there was some truth to what she had siad and it made for a long and sleepless night for Patricia.
Meanwhile a human thinking pony stallion was in some filthy stall on a farm in the open areas of south America. Hot and sweaty he stood with men poking him drawing blood samples and such. He felt as dirty as his surroundings and was ready to stand up and sleep that way all night.