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they? It’s no surprise that Nathan had removed these plush, creature-comfort amenities right after purchasing it.
    I wouldn’t say Nathan is spoiled compared to how much money his family actually has. From what I had seen thus far, his shuttle was about the only thing that would come close to it in my opinion. It reminded me more of a big kid’s toy, and the changes he’d made to it over the years reflected his personal tastes: a personal gym, a small den for watching movies, and a holographic display shooting range. And Nathan wouldn’t be Nathan if he didn’t give it a serious weapons upgrade, along with an enhanced armor and shield package – better safe than sorry, and you can never have too much firepower in the event that the shit hits the fan.
    A friendly call from behind made me smile, and I quickly walked across the landing grid to greet Donna and Cirus. Donna looked like she was in one of her ‘happy’ moods at the moment, radiant and very pregnant. As always, it was hard to keep my grin from turning into outright laughter when I saw her. It wasn’t that I was laughing at her, but I sure as hell did laugh right along with her. She was so upbeat and still a little simple minded, making every expression, every gesture, every over-anxious word all the funnier. On the reverse, she still ‘freaked out’ every so often, growing dark and serious, contemptuous and mean to all the old slaves and outright deadly if you knew what to look for. It was on days like that when she went to the shooting range and wouldn’t come back until late that night. We all pretty much learned to leave her alone when she was like that, even Cirus. The only person she would willingly associate with was Nathan. To tell you the truth, I’m not really sure if I really liked the ‘old’ Donna all that much; at times like that she reminded me of every other snobby, nose in the air Landowner on Slave World.
    It still felt a bit weird for me being around Cirus; we did have sex after all, and I might have enjoyed it, just a little. Okay, maybe a lot, and feel ashamed that I occasionally think about breeding day, or our shower sex in the stables. Love and lust are two completely different animals as far as I’m concerned, but unfortunately the animal in me is always in lust; it’s the way I’m engineered now, and in a very literal sense. I had to bite my lip to hold back a spirited whinny when I saw him, an open invitation for sex that only another pony would understand. It’s not my fault I can still smell the stallion in him, and it didn’t help matters that he’s a sexy, square-shouldered piece of eye-candy.
    Even if I was so inclined, not to mention available, Cirus was actually a good boy now. He is totally devoted to Donna, no more screwing around, much to the disappointment of more than a few of the old ponygirl slaves that still worked at the ranch. It did seem like he avoided me on purpose whenever he could help it and it was probably for the best on both our parts; you should never tempt a sinner, and I was running around in my birthday suit all the time. My new flight suit wasn’t much different than being naked – light gray synthetic material that molded to every curvy contour, making it nearly translucent depending on how the light struck it. It was no surprise when Cirus started acting a little squirrelly, looking at me but not really looking at me, if you know what I mean.
    Look at him, he could pole-vault with that hard-on locked up in his pants, and it’s all because of me. Why he stays with that dingy cunt Donna, is beyond me.
    “Hi, Margo!”
    “Hi, Donna, Cirus.”
    “I wish you didn’t have to leave. Are you sure you and Nathan won’t stay, at least for a little while longer?”
    “I’m sorry, Donna, but this is something we have to do. I lost my ship once, and I don’t intend on losing it again.”
    Donna looked thoughtfully down at her feet, nodding slowly, and I had the impression she didn’t