Broadening Ken's Horizons - Chapter 18 - The Search
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Roger started stirring with the first morning light. He had vivid dreams the entire night before, mostly erotic, that had prevented him from sleeping too soundly. At the moment, he was dreaming about one of the best tongue jobs he had ever received. As his eyes slowly opened and he realized he was awake, he looked down to find a pony head in his lap.
Randy was wide awake and had his long tongue curled around Roger's cockhead, which had poked out from underneath his shorts earlier in the morning. Roger started to jump up, but after remembering where he was and who the now naked pony was, he instead closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the couch.
Randy, realizing that his subject was now awake, started unfastening Roger's pants. Roger lifted up a bit to assist Randy's efforts to pull them down past his crotch. Randy picked up the pace, suckling and licking the entire length of Roger's stiff cock. He pulled off briefly to speak.
"I've never been with a canine before," Randy stated. "Before we get wrapped up in the mysteries of the day, would you mind..."
"Not at all," Roger replied, pushing Randy's head back down onto his cock.
Randy continued to work over the cock for several minutes until Roger shot his load into Randy's maw, the base of his cock swelling into a knot. Randy tried and failed to get the knot into his mouth, so he worked on cleaning up the mess. Suddenly, he stopped and pulled off of Roger's cock, his head popping up and his ears swiveling around.
"Oh, that felt great..." Roger started, but Randy clamped a hand over his maw.
"Shhh," Randy hissed as he hopped up from the couch and crept over to the window. "There's someone outside. I heard a car door close."
"I think you're being a bit paranoid," Roger said as he shuffled over to the window, his pants down around his knees. He leaned over to peek out through the blinds with Randy.
"It's that same black SUV!" Randy whispered as he slid down to the floor from the window, pulling Roger down in the process.
"It's the same two guys that captured me!" Roger whispered back, struggling to pull his pants back on as his cock resheathed. "We need to run!"
Randy scrambled over to the couch and pulled his clothes on, then started down towards the hallway. "Follow me, but keep down!"
They both scrambled down the hall into one of the bedrooms that Randy had set up as his computer room. Randy ran over to the closet and slid open the door. It was full of boxes. He clambered up on the boxes and pushed up a panel in the ceiling.
"Come on. We'll have to hide in the attic," he said as Roger clambered through the opening and balanced on a rafter, extending a paw to Randy to help him up.
Randy carefully slid the closet door shut and climbed up through the opening, replacing the ceiling panel carefully.
"Let's move away from the opening, just in case," he said to Roger. "Be careful to step just on the rafters or you'll end up crashing through the ceiling."
They ended up in the attic area near the front door of the house. They could hear the two men talking outside on the front porch.
"Are you sure this is where the signal was coming from?" asked one of the men. "I don't want to bust down the wrong door."
"Pretty sure. It wasn't a real accurate location when we first pulled up," the other replied.
"Go back to the truck and check again," the first man instructed. "That girl lives next door. The husky may be over there."
"Where is your cell phone?" Randy whispered to Roger.
"Here. Why?" Roger asked after digging the phone out of his pants pocket and handing it to Randy. "You calling for help?"
"No," Randy replied, pulling the battery off the back of the phone. "They're tracking you from your phone's GPS signal."
He handed the phone and battery back to Roger who pocketed both. They heard the man returning from the truck.
"I'm not getting any signal now," he explained to the other who had remained on the porch.
"Great," the first man replied. "OK, we look too suspicious standing around peoples' porches. We'll drive around until the signal comes back. I'm starved anyway. Let's stop by that diner down the street and pick up some grub."
Randy listened until he heard two doors slam on the truck and then the sound of it driving away.
"I've got a plan," he finally said to Roger. They both scrambled across the rafters, climbed down through the opening and ended up in the computer room. Randy closed the blinds.
"You stay in this room," he explained. "Keep out of sight and leave your phone off. I'll be back in about 30 minutes."
"OK," Roger replied. "What are you going to do?"
"I'll explain when I get back," Randy replied as he left the room. Roger heard Randy shuffle around the house for a bit, then exit through the back door. He laid down on a beanbag in the room and listened for any noises, his ears perked up and swiveling around at the slightest disturbance.
About 30 minutes later, right on time, Randy ran back into the room and sat down at the computer without saying anything. Roger got up to watch what Randy was doing.
Randy opened up a web browser and logged onto a cell phone carrier website, pulling up his account. He scrolled down the features page and checked the option to allow tracking his phone via the GPS signal. Once he clicked through a couple verification pages, the browser flipped over to a map. After a few seconds, a red dot showed up on the map.
"What did you do?" Roger finally asked.
"I taped my cell phone to the top of their truck out in the diner parking lot," he sat back and smiled. "Now we can track them. At least as long as my battery holds out."
"So we know when to hide," Roger replied. "What good is that?"
"No," Randy continued. "Eventually, these guys will go back to their home base, wherever that may be. Then we can decide what to do from there."
"Great idea," said Roger. "So now we just watch and wait. But now neither one of us has a useable cell phone."
"I thought of that," declared Randy as he picked up the bag he was carrying, pulling out two cell phones still in their packaging. "Pre-paid phones. They'll work for now."
They opened the packages and set up the phones, programming each other's numbers. They tested them out to make sure they worked.
"Let's get something to eat," Randy offered.
"Bring me something," Roger replied, staring at the computer screen. "The truck is moving. I'll keep an eye on it."
"OK, be right back," Randy replied as he clopped out of the room. He returned a couple minutes later with snacks and drinks. "Anything?"
"Just driving around town so far," replied Roger as he grabbed a sandwich, chips and a drink from Randy.
"Make sure we write down any locations where they stop for any period of time," Randy added as he grabbed a pad of paper and a pen and tossed it on the desk. Roger nodded and the two sat quietly eating and watching the computer monitor.
"Why are these guys looking for you?" asked Randy. "Why have they taken Julie, Tank, Ken and, I suppose, Tom?"
Roger explained bits and pieces of the saga and his suspicions around the fact that Tank had transformed into a fur at one time and that he thought Ken was in the process of transforming as well, but he wasn't sure.
"This still doesn't make any sense," Randy shook his head in confusion. "I guess if we find out where the truck ends up, it might shed some light on the subject."
Roger just nodded in acknowledgment and continued to watch the monitor. The truck made a couple more trips slowly down Randy's street during the day but never stopped.
"Why did you suspect Ken might be transforming?" Randy asked after a while, mainly to break the silence.
"A friend of mine that is in the genetics program at the university came over the other day to look at Ken," Roger replied. "I happened to walk in during the exam. One of the things he was most interested in was the fact that..."
"What?" Randy asked, noticing that Roger was reluctant to continue.
"Ken's cock is huge," Roger replied hastily.
"It is pretty big," Randy smiled. Roger turned around with a serious look on his face. Randy's smile faded.
"No, I mean totally fucking huge," Roger continued. "Like 13 inches long huge."
"Damn," Randy whistled along with the reply. Then he couldn't help but smile again after Roger turned back to watch the monitor. "You got this for a while, Roger? I need to take a shower and freshen up."
"Sure," Roger replied without looking away from the computer screen.
"If that wasn't so important, I'd ask you to join me," Randy smiled.
Roger continued to stare at the monitor for several seconds before slowly turning to look at Randy. "Huh?"
"Never mind, hun," Randy winked. "Yell if anything important happens."
"Yeah. OK," Roger replied, looking back at the monitor.
Randy showered, freshened up and pulled on a short skirt and wiggled into a tube top. He brushed out his mane and tail and sprayed a bit of perfume on.
As Randy came back into the computer room, he noticed Roger instinctively sniffing the air before turning to look over Randy. He rolled his eyes and turned back to the monitor to continue his vigil.
"What?" Randy asked, somewhat confused at the response.
"Nothing," Roger replied. "But it just struck me that you make a much cuter girl than most all the other girls I know."
Randy assumed a model's pose and fluffed his mane with an exaggerated flourish. "Thank you, dahling!"
They both laughed and Randy pulled up another chair to the computer, plopping down onto it and assuming a less than ladylike pose. "So, where are we?"
"Still driving around," Roger explained. Other than driving down your street a couple of times, the only other thing I noticed is that they've gone to that address a couple of times and stayed for several minutes." Roger pointed at the notepad, where he had written down the address.
Randy looked at the address. It was in an area of town he wasn't familiar with. "Did you pull this up in street view?"
"Yeah," Roger replied. "I don't think it is significant, though. The only thing there is an old church."
"Right," Randy agreed and tossed the notepad back on the desk. He leaned on his elbows, resting his head in his hands and watched the screen again.
As it started to get dark outside, Randy went to the kitchen and cooked dinner for both of them, bringing two plates into the computer room.
"They're back at that church again," Roger announced as Randy walked in. "Been there about 15 minutes."
"Let's eat and watch," Randy replied. "If they are still there when we get done, I might take a little trip over there to check it out."
"You sure that's safe?" Roger asked.
"Just driving by," Randy replied. "I want to see what else is around the area. Besides, those guys don't know me from Adam."
"Or Eve," Roger smiled at Randy.
"What?" Randy asked before the meaning sunk in. "OK, funny guy. You just watch the screen and call me if they move. I'll call you when I get close."
"OK," Roger replied, still smiling at his joke.
They both finished eating. The truck never moved, so Randy headed out the back door and got in his car. The garage was in the back yard, making it easier to sneak out without being seen.
As he got close to the church, Randy noted that he was in a fairly old and rundown section of town. Many of the businesses and houses were boarded up or simply abandoned.
As he approached the church, he noted that it appeared to still be in fairly good shape. The windows were intact and the porch lights were on but it was dark inside.
The signboard out front was faintly illuminated and had removable letters still in place indicating times of worship, as well as other information regarding the week's lesson.
Randy called Roger, who answered right away. "Any movement?"
"Nope, still there," Roger replied.
"They're probably just using this area to meet with others to make plans or something," Randy speculated. "It is a pretty quiet and rundown area."
"Probably," Roger agreed. "Do you see the truck?"
"Not yet," Randy replied as he turned the corner in front of the church. "Wait, I see it. Hold on, I need to lay down the phone a second."
Roger waited impatiently. He could hear the sounds of the car but nothing from Randy. After a few seconds, he could tell the car was slowly accelerating.
"OK, back," Randy said. "I'm going around the block once more, then I'm on the way back."
"Were the two guys in the truck?" Roger asked.
"No, but this is interesting," Randy replied. "There are three of those trucks parked in a big parking lot behind the church in spots marked 'Staff Only'."
"Why would they leave them there?" Roger asked. "You think someone picks them up, or maybe they use the parking lot as some type of drop-off point?"
"No," Randy replied. "Here's the odd thing. The entire parking lot is full of vehicles of all kinds. The church is dark inside, so it's not something going on here. There is nothing else around where people may be, either. Very weird. OK, I've seen enough. On the way back."
"OK," Roger said. "Talk to you then."
When Randy got back, he and Roger discussed the findings and more or less concluded that they had found nothing conclusive.
"Guess we'll just have to watch and see where they go next," Roger stated.
"Guess so," Randy replied. "Probably better keep watching through the night."
"Can we take turns?" Roger asked. "I'm sleepy."
"Sure," Randy replied. "Get some rest, I'll watch for a while. You've been at it all day."
Randy watched for several hours but the dot on the screen never moved. He woke up Roger early in the morning to take over for the next few hours while Randy slept.
Late in the morning, Randy stuck his head in the door, finding Roger still staring at the screen. "Status?"
"No movement," Roger replied, standing up and stretching.
"Want some breakfast?" Randy asked. "Then I'll take over for a while."
"Sure," Roger replied.
While Randy was cooking breakfast, Roger walked into the kitchen.
"I think your battery died," he told Randy. "The dot disappeared."
"Nice," Randy replied, turning and handing Roger a plate of food. "Let's eat while I figure something out."
They went back to the computer room and ate. The location dot never reappeared. Randy took the empty plates back to the kitchen and was gone for several more minutes. Just as Roger was getting up to go see what Randy was doing, Randy appeared in the doorway.
"I'll be back in a while," Randy explained. He had changed clothes and stood there wearing a long dress and his mane was pulled up inside a matching bonnet.
"Where are you going all dressed up like that?" Roger asked.
"It's Sunday, silly," replied Randy. "I'm going to church."
"Oh, sorry," Roger apologized. "I didn't know..."
Randy put his hands on his hips. "The church where the truck is parked."
"Oh, right," Roger replied while he sat back down. "What are you going to do?"
"Not sure yet," Roger explained, remembering the freshly charged spare phone battery in his purse. "Probably just drive around again while it's daylight. Should be back pretty quick."
"OK. Be careful," Roger warned.
"Call you if I see anything," Randy replied as he skipped down the hall and out the back door. Roger heard the car back down the drive and head up the street, so he moved the map to the corner of the screen where he could watch it and opened another browser to check his Facebook page.
Randy drove by the church. Even though he was right on time for the advertised service, he only saw a lone figure standing outside the front door. He drove around the corner and saw the parking lot was still full of vehicles, including the black SUV, still parked in the same spot. He found a spot to park near the back of the lot and wandered back around to the front of the church.
As he rounded the corner, he noticed the lone figure still standing at the front door. It was a tremendously huge equine. He was dressed neatly in a black suit, white shirt and a tie. As Randy sauntered up, the horse looked down at him and smiled.
"Good morning, ma'am," the huge equine rumbled. "Sorry, but this morning's service has been cancelled."
Randy smiled back, taking a few seconds to take in the equine's entire form. Randy's eye level was right at the horse's crotch level. He admitted to himself that it wasn't an entirely bad place to have to look, but he forced his gaze up to look his subject in the eyes as he talked in his sweetest voice.
"Oh my, such a shame," he batted his eyelashes for effect. "Will there be a service next week?"
"Not sure," the large equine replied. He held out a business card. "But you can call the 'preacher' tomorrow and find out for sure if you want. His number is on the card."
"Thank you so much," Randy replied sweetly. "I must call my girlfriend and tell her, before she drives all the way over here. Do you mind? I'll be just a second." The equine simply shrugged and Randy called Roger on his cell phone.
"Gloria, darling, it's Betty," said Randy when he heard Roger answer.
"Randy, is that you?" Roger asked, thinking maybe it was a wrong number.
"Yes, darling," Randy continued. "I'm here at the church and this nice young gentleman here has informed me that today's service has been cancelled. So don't hurry yourself over here. I'll stop by your house in a few minutes."
"Oh, OK," Roger replied, realizing now why Randy was acting as he was. "See you when you...hold on!"
"What is it dear, are you alright?" Randy asked with a bit of concern in his voice.
"Yes," Roger replied. "Listen very carefully. I'll explain all this later. Ask the gentleman at the door if they have any open positions in the choir."
"Dear, I'd love to right now, but perhaps when I get to your house we can discuss this further," Randy replied somewhat confused.
"No, trust me, I know what I'm talking about," Roger replied. "Just do it."
"OK, dear, I'll ask the young gentleman for you," Randy replied and smiled at the huge equine. "Then I'll be on over and tell you what he says. Toodles, darling." Randy hung up the phone and walked back over to the equine and flashed him a disarming smile.
"My dear friend wanted to know if there are currently any openings in the choir?" Randy asked the big equine, causing his face to brighten up noticeably.
"There sure is," he smiled. "Wait right here." He slipped inside the door for a few seconds, then came back out with a pamphlet.
"Have your friend fill out the application in this flyer and return it to the, uhm, church office any weekday," the big equine explained as he handed the literature to Randy. "Any questions, just call the number on the card I gave you."
"Thank you so much," Randy replied. "We will get back in touch soon."
Randy smiled and waved to the big equine who simply smiled back and resumed his pose guarding the front door. Randy glanced at the pamphlet as he walked back to his car. It simply indicated the program was for an accelerated body building course. He shrugged and tossed the literature and the card in the car, figuring he would find out more from Roger when he got back.
There were two equines standing around the back doors, so there was no way he was going to be able to climb up on the SUV and change the battery on his phone. He drove on back to the house to find out what Roger knew about all this.
"That's the place!" Roger exclaimed as soon as Randy walked in the door. "Did the gentleman at the door give you an application after you asked about the choir?"
"Yes, here it is," Randy replied, handing the pamphlet and business card to Roger. "Now explain."
Roger explained how Tank, in his diary, detailed the procedure for admittance in the bodybuilding program, which was actually a transformation procedure. Even though Tank had already transformed, he had found out about it from a mutual acquaintance.
"Tank let you read his diaries?" Randy asked, pulling off his bonnet and letting his mane down.
"Well, that's another long story," Roger started to explain. "I'll explain all that later. For now, we need to figure out why they might have Tank and the others and if they are holding them there."
"Agreed," Randy replied. "I'm going to get out of this dress and into something more comfortable, then we can think about it some more."
Randy changed and walked back into the room, finding Roger staring blankly at the screen.
"I think I need to go apply for the program," Randy stated.