Ben lifts Paul's unconscious, jacked up body onto a trolley, and throws a tarp over him.
Ben thinks, "You silly foal - FOOL!"
Ben's ears are a tad too long to his under his hat, so they stand up a little bit under the hat. His tail tassel tickles the back of his leg, a snake at the back of his pants. He rushes Paul ( On the trolley of course, and hidden.) into his truck and speeds to his home, only to be followed and confronted in his driveway.
Ben pulls up on his driveway, and opens the garage door. A blue Honda with a logo, "Animal Control" printed on it.
As Ben opens the driver side door and steps out, a man runs up to him and yells.
"Freeze where you are!" A man yells, and Ben is in place, stuttering. What will they do to him??
The man walks up to Ben and slams him against Ben's car, and swipes his hat off.
( Of course, it is night. So nobody, NONE. Of Ben's neighbors hear or see any of this.)
"We got another Pleasure Islander. What do I do?" He says, pushing a button below his ear as he speaks. " Alright."
The man pulls out a syringe and injects Ben with glistening blue liquid. "Target now unable to produce seed."
"He-HEY-Awh! Don't I get a say in this?!" Ben yells, his tail forcing its way out and whips the car violently. Ben's ears are flat against his head, like a scared dog.
The man simply drags Ben by the hand into the garage and slams the door.
"Listen, filly, do NOT show or tell of what happened tonight. Understand?"
The man pushes Ben to the ground and throws him off his feet, leaving him on the ground on his back, his legs up in the air and his tail inbetween. The man pulls off his shoes and socks, and injects a tracking device into Ben's foot, and black goo. Within a minute, Ben has hooves for feet permanently. And the tracking device is inside the hoof.