Chapter 30

When we made it back to the cave and unsaddled and hobbled our mounts we went directly inside. The women had a surprise erected and it wasn't a dick in any form or fashion, but it was a dick raiser, for me at least.

Catla and the others had cobbled up a sort of dressing/fitting room partition out of furs and a few travois poles. She hustled me into it for a minute or two right away.

"We are checking the fit and you came back just in time," she said.

Chalta, Talila, and Kalie were standing around naked and smiling while my other mates, except Catla, were standing around in their thongs and halter-tops only. Apparently Catla had put on a shirt and pair of pants to come out and fetch me because she shucked her duds as soon as we were inside the new fitting room. As I was admiring all the flesh I even spotted Rayta in her miniscule halter and thong.

"We thought you should check the fit of all our halters and thongs before you made sure we had things right for Chalta, Talila, and Kalie," Catla said, explaining.

"I guess it would be best," I said, taking her first.

The next hour was right up there among the best of my life. I examined every titty closely and then made sure the fit was perfect for each girl's halter-top. Of course the thongs were even more fun. We couldn't fit Chalta, Talila, or Kalie's properly yet, but we planned a ceremonial bath and shave for them tomorrow after I had Zakkon and Mendal lined out on horse leading.

Dora would also get his first try with a Marlin tomorrow. He'd be staying with the horse training operation when I returned to the cave for bathing and shaving duties.

After I'd given every titty, pussy, and splendid ass a thorough inspection I arranged my dick as best I could in my jeans and left the women to their sewing. Zakkon and Mendal were with their mates watching the saddle-making preliminaries closely. The women were cutting out pieces using the pattern to guide them and trying to answer some of the many questions Zakkon and Mendal came up with. I walked over and butted in to try and help.

An hour later, much to my surprise, my women came out of their little dressing room in uniform, sorta. Every one of them was wearing tight fitting jeans and a blue-jean cowboy style shirt like the ones I wore. They were ready to go boot-scootin' except they didn't have any cowboy boots. My bad, as I'd never mentioned any to Rose and even her powers of need projection had missed the boots. Maybe they could learn to make them by disassembling a pair of mine.

They were done with chores of that nature now though and heading for the kitchen area. Saddle making came to a halt too, since Delia, Bunta, Morta, and Theba were insistent on learning how my mates cooked. The more cooks the merrier was my credo and I was happy to see it happening.

The way Zakkon and Mendal admired my mate's attire brought a smile to my face too. Catla let the men talk her into helping their mates with some like it. She even promised to start tomorrow, but explained I'd have to come back to help them get the fit correct. She claimed it was something none of them had mastered yet. Zakkon and Mendal were happy to agree and thankfully Catla didn't point out they didn't really have a choice anyway.

With the four learners in the picture my mates cooked more than we really needed for supper. Mama and her brood made sure none of it went to waste and the extra cooks meant more help cleaning up. After the dishes were done and we headed to bed, or furs, I spotted something else I knew had Catla's fingerprints on it.

The details had been in plain sight all day, but I hadn't paid attention. The bedding for Zakkon, Mendal, and their mates was on the other side of the new dressing and fitting enclosure. We couldn't see them and they couldn't see us. No doubt the new room and the thick furs would also muffle any sounds while they were at it, or more importantly while I was at it. My mates even seemed to restrain their vocal encouragement while I was pounding them to glory that night.

We were up and at 'em early the next morning though. Shayta was giving cooking lessons early too. She was watching and directing while Theba, Morta, Delia, and Bunta were cooking to beat the band. They were even fixing biscuits and gravy and I expected a near feast at the table.

We had one too. I loved it all of course and I poured down the coffee. Unfortunately none of the others wanted more than a sip. They drank a more normal tea made from local ingredients. I could take their tea and guessed I'd have to become fonder of it when the Maxwell House ran low, but we still had plenty and I was saving withdrawal pangs until later.

Daro, Zakkon, Mendal, and I loaded a travois with saddles and tack then saddled mounts and headed for the training pasture. I got Zakkon and Mendal started with a wild one each for training to lead while the horses followed. Of course they were familiar with the process already, but I wanted them to get in some real practice.