Dr. Maggie DVM: Part 5

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By weirdemperor

 

Dr. Maggie DVM: Part 1
Dr. Maggie DVM: Part 2
Dr. Maggie DVM: Part 3
Dr. Maggie DVM: Part 4

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Click Links to Jump forward to different Chapters:
Part 42
Part 43
Part 44
Part 45
Part 46
Part 47
Part 48

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Part 42

 

I heard his cock slap the underside of his belly, and every once in a while I felt the tip of his huge cock flash a rub against my pussy lips. I had a fleeting thought of whether or not I should have used lube before I came out of the tack room, but feeling my cunt juice run down my ass was enough to know I wasn’t going to need it tonight.

“Enough playing, Emperor. I want your windfall.” Damn! Trying to remember these phrases when I was turned on was hard! But I’m sure it was just as hard for Emp to have to wait until the proper phrase was given. He did an excellent job. When he heard “windfall” he knew that was the best cue of all. His dick popped up, and as soon as he felt it brush my smooth pussy lips, he rammed it in as far as he could.

“AWE FUCK!!!” I cried! “Oh, Emp! YES! Please don’t stop. Give me all your cock, you dirty bastard! You wanted to fuck me? FUCK ME, THEN!”

I couldn’t stop screaming those obscenities. His cock rammed into my squelching pussy over and over. Stallions don’t usually last long, if ever you’ve seen them breed. But I think because he was on all fours, and because he was enjoying the tightness of my pussy, he lasted so much longer than I’d ever expected him to. Every hunch of his hindquarters brought his belly off of mine for a little bit, allowing me to gather more breath – only to scream at him to keep fucking me – and his cock further and further into my wanton cunt.

“Emp… Emp, I’m cumming! Please, please keep pumping your dick into me! Please keep fucking me. Yes, yes… YES! Oh, GAWD! Your dick is so long and hard! Please, oh, oh, OH, YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” My orgasm was out of this world. His was too. I felt every sticky, hot spurt of cum the fantastic stallion spurted into my womb. He whinnied loud and long as if he was telling the whole stable he’d finally claimed his prize.

He stayed in me for a minute or so longer, simply because he was on all four feet. And as long as he stayed in me, I milked that cock for all the cum that was in it. I made my pussy pull in as much as it could get. I kept feeling drops of cum dribble down my ass crack, but I kept flexing my pelvic muscles to get more and more.

“Oh, Emp, Emp. Your windfall is so very good.”

Not thinking, I said it again. He rammed his big cock into me over and over again as he started another fucking frenzy.

“Maggie, you fucking whore!” I heard him tell me in a booming voice inside my head. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for two months now. You’re gonna feel all my fucking dick up your fucking cunt. You probably didn’t know I had such stamina, but I’m gonna keep fucking you until you pass out. My dick is gonna fill you up, you human bitch. Then my cum is gonna fill up your pussy. You’re gonna look pregnant with my fucking foal.”

SQUISH slurp SQUISH slurp SQUISH slurp was the cadence as he pounded my pussy – the squish – and pulled back out – the slurp – almost to where his huge dick-head was out of my pussy, then he’d pound me again.

I happened to look at Fred, who I saw had his pants off with his large dick in hand.

Just then I saw Emp look at Fred too. “You want him over here? Your fucking boyfriend jealous of us, Whore? Have him come over here and squirt his cum all over your beautiful titties and face. I want to see his cream pearls all over you.”

“Oh GAWD,” I screamed again. Who knew a horse had such a dirty mind! I’m glad Emperor couldn’t talk aloud to us. We’d have to have a censor button around all the time! But his dirty talk was turning me on even more. I would have never thought any animal would have this much stamina, but Emp kept up his pounding of my sloppy pussy.

“Tell him, dammit! Get that bastard over here!” Emp practically yelled at me.

I didn’t trust my voice, but I motioned to Fred to come to us. Then I finally found my voice and tried to be as coherent as possible. “Emp wants you to blow your load on my titties and face, Fred. Oh, fuck, I don’t want it to end, but this continuing orgasm is something else! Oh, FUCK ME EMP!” I yelled.

My shoulders were forced against the back of Emp’s forelegs, and my feet were splayed crudely to each side. I now heard with every squish and slurp a “splat” as Emp’s previous cum was forced out of any crack between his dick and my pussy and plopped to the ground. Fred carefully walked over to stand beside the big black stallion fucking his girlfriend.

“You like fucking my girlfriend, Emperor?” Fred asked as he pumped his raging hard-on. “You think you make me feel inferior with your huge cock ramming her pussy? Well guess what?” he goaded. “I get her just about any time I want her. YOU have to wait for your stupid words or phrases to get any human pussy. Now, who’s the better bastard?”

Emp snorted and started with a more furious pounding. “DAMN YOU, EMPEROR! FUCK ME ALREADY! What are you doing? Playing with my pussy? You expect me to feel THAT?” I guess Fred’s nasty goading got me in the mood for more – not that I was ever OUT of the mood. Emp raped my pussy even harder, if that was possible. Ten more hard thrusts had his hindquarters locked forward as his balls pumped all their cum into my womb. My pussy felt each throb of his penis, then I felt Fred’s cum splash all over my face and tits. He rubbed it in with his cock-head with each spurt. Emp snorted and breathed hard.

I reached up and stroked his huge, muscular shoulders with my hands; patting him, and telling him, “good fella.” He dropped his head, and I could tell he was done. “Tile, Empy. You’re done with me, aren’t ya?” He gently pulled out his cock, but with every inch, I had another continuous orgasm.

“Oh, fucking fuck, Emp! Just you pulling out makes me cum! Oh, GAWD, I hope this never ends!”

The sucking sound as he pulled out filled the barn, and it was then that I heard the other stallions in the barn. The lights weren’t on down through the aisle-way, but they could certainly see us. I heard them bump their water buckets with their knees, or kick their walls. They were excited too, and I’m sure wanted a piece of the action.

Emperor side-stepped to his left side, away from Fred. He backed up a couple of steps then buried his nose in my twat. Again, he lifted his nose and curled it then snorted. When he brought his head back down, he looked at the string of cum pearls Fred had deposited on my chest and wiped around, then snorted again. It sounded like a laugh.

“Will you let me go back to my stall, Maggie? I can barely stay standing.”

“Oh, sure, sure, Emp. Newspaper, Emp. Go back to your stall. Thank you, Baby! You were awesome. Caroline sure is blessed to have you!” I called to his back as he wandered back to his stall.

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Part 43

Fred helped me sit up because my head was starting to feel woozy. The two intense orgasms and the too-many-to-count small ones had left me lightheaded. He held me protectively so I wouldn’t fall and whispered soothingly to help calm my psyche.

“Oh, Fred. Never have I been used like that before. He took charge… it was like, he knew just what I wanted when I wanted it. Caroline’s got a great horse. Too bad he’s leaving tomorrow.”

“Yeah, too bad,” came Fred’s less-than-enthusiastic reply.

“Oh, Honey, you’re not getting a complex, are you? I mean, yeah, I can communicate with animals, but I can get in touch with you on a deeper level. Please don’t be angry or hurt. This last time with Emp was just to make sure he knew and understood his sexual commands for Caroline’s sake.” I tried to explain, but the more I did, the more hurt Fred seemed.

“Look, it’s not like I’m mad at you for enjoying yourself. You couldn’t help that. It’s just, I don’t want to be compared to Emp, or any animal for that matter, and come up feeling I’m less than them.”

I took his hands in mine, and looked him square in the eye, “Fred, they are all less than you. Everyone of them. Don’t you worry that any animal is going to win me over.”

Fred looked less than convinced, but I couldn’t do or say anymore than what I’d already said.

I sighed deeply and shivered; the cold air creeping upon my sweat-moistened skin. Fred helped me to my feet and locked his strong arm around my waist as I walked toward the tack room. He asked if I needed help with getting dressed, and I told him I’d only be a minute. He rolled his eyes, knowing that a woman’s minute could turn into thirty. I waved him on, and flippantly told him to go have fun with a mare. His eyebrows arched and he looked at me as if I’d told him as a young boy he’d get to fly in a space shuttle that very hour. I laughed and waived him on, hoping that he would actually get some satisfaction with a mare so he’d leave me alone for a while.

As the hot water slid down my naked body, I revisited wonderful feelings I’d just experienced with Weird Emperor. His kindness at first, then his all-out fuck-her-cause-she’s-been-needing-it-since-I-got-here mentality. I never knew a horse would hold a grudge for so long. I guess there are things to learn everyday about horses! My body couldn’t handle any more orgasms, but it still turned me on a little to know that Emp had still wanted me, even after I’d treated him so rudely.

Granted, he deserved some of it, but he knew I wanted him, so he was just emotionalizing the way I was feeling. He knew I needed a good hard fuck, so that’s what he’d finally been able to do. I didn’t think there’d ever be another animal or human to give me exactly that kind of pounding, but I couldn’t wait to prove myself wrong!

True to my word, thirty minutes later, I walked out of the tack room clothed and looking for Fred. I looked in all the mares stalls, but they were either munching on hay, or dreaming about grazing in the big pasture. As I walked out of the horse barn, I looked around to see if he might be lurking in the dark somewhere when I noticed a dim light in the cow’s barn. I heard several voices in my head, but the one most notable was from a shy heifer. As I got closer, I determined that what I heard was actually only two voices: the shy heifer and a large gruff bull. I then discovered it was Mudbug and Outlaw.

“You hurt her, and I’m gonna impale you. It’ll hurt worse cause these sons of bitches ain’t sharp,” came the gruff voice. “I don’t give a flying flip through a flaming hornet’s nest if you fuck her, ’cause Dr. Maggie said I needed to share. But if you hurt her…”

“Oh, oh, oh!” came a sweet sigh from Mudbug. “It’s kinda like he’s tickling me. I feel it going in and out, and it feels pretty good, actually,” she sighed again.

Fred’s voice then cut in, “’Go find yourself a mare’ she says. She thinks she can have all the fun? Well, I’ll show her that I can give it out too,” he mumbled.

I had to hold in my chuckle. If only Fred knew what bodily harm was being promised if he ‘fucked up’ this sweet heifer.

I could tell he’d been at it for a while. He was close to coming and it seemed Mudbug was too.

“Oh!” she exclaimed in my head as she audibly let out a moo-squeak. Fred sank his ten inch dick deep in the cow’s twat with every thrust, trying to get as much into her as Emp had tried with me.

“Boys,” I thought to myself. “If only they could understand that they’re not really in competition with each other, per se. It’s just some hit the sweet spot better than others, which makes us feel more orgasmic.” I tried to explain it to myself, but unless a male heard and understood, that secret would forever be ours.

I saw Fred’s buttocks tense up and I knew he was very close. Tears of juice were sliding down Mudbug’s vulva and catching on Fred’s scrotum, only to be sloshed either on her legs or his. He repositioned her tail to gain better access, then gave five more giant thrusts with his huge-for-a-human phallus. It must have been giving her pleasure too, because as he thrust into her, Mudbug let out another moo-squeak.

“Oh, my! That was… he was… I didn’t know I could do that! I didn’t know a human could do that!” Mudbug nodded her head making her body move back and forth, which actually made Fred’s dick go in and out of the lovely cow’s hotbox. It seemed as if she wanted or needed more, and I wondered if Fred was up to the challenge.

“What’s that, Mudbug? You want more of me? Well, it just so happens that I have a little more to give,” Fred countered. The next part came out as a mumble, but I heard most of it, “…show HER men can be just as good…”

I wanted to stay to catch the rest of his romp with Mudbug, but I figured I’d hear about it anyway one way or the other, so I decided to slink out the way I’d come in. Once I knew I was out of ear-shot, I’d had myself a good chuckle – basically just to get it out of my system. I wanted to act as normal as possible when Fred decided to come back out.

I sat in the car and dozed, and when Fred finally opened the driver’s door, the clock in the car said 1:30 AM. He’d been out there for at least another 45 minutes after I’d come back to the car, but I didn’t say anything about his timing. Actually, I was quite grateful for the nap. My body, though, wasn’t so grateful and was starting to tense up at being cooped up.

“So, I didn’t see you in the main barn when I came out from the tack room, so I decided I’d come back here to wait for you,” I explained.

“Yeah, I figured you’d be longer than ‘a minute or so’, so I decided to go check up on the cow barn. I’d been having some trouble with the watering system out there, so I thought I’d see if a fresh look at a different hour would give me some perspective.”

“And did it?”

“Yeah, I think it did. Got to plug up some of the leaks I finally found.”

Now, before you go thinking that he’s got a double meaning in all this, I have to tell you, that he had been having trouble with leaks in the mechanical watering system. Each and every stall has an automatic watering trough, that once the horse puts its nose onto a special plate, the plate moves down and allows water to gently flow into the bowl. Lately, several of the watering troughs had been allowing water to come in much more forcefully, almost drowning the poor victim that wanted a drink. Fred had found that even though there were leaks in the system, those leaks made the water to come out more forcefully. He’d been trying to find and plug those leaks for a week now.

“Well, I’m glad that a new hour brought you a new perspective. You were out there for a while. I suppose you found and plugged all of them?” I asked.

“Not all of them, but just the ones that needed it for now. I looked in on the animals and found that Mudbug’s stall was saturated, but thankfully not flooded. I cleaned it out as best I could and put in new straw. I’ll do a better job of it tomorrow.”

I nodded my agreement, not sure if that statement held a double meaning or not. It didn’t matter, though. For tomorrow held a busy load for me. I was going to be an on-call vet at my first show.

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Part 44

I woke up that Thursday morning, not quite fully refreshed, but certainly sore. Memories of the previous night’s romp flooded back to me, making my cunt drool. I sighed heavily and rolled across the bed to reach my nightstand. I pulled the deep drawer open and looked lustily at each of the toys I’d acquired over the years.

I take meticulous care of all my sexual play-things, because I never know when I might need one. Although I am a vet’s apprentice, I don’t get paid like a veterinarian. So I cannot just go out and buy a phallic toy willy-nilly. Any kind of toy I buy has a special purpose. Therefore, the phallus I pulled out of my favorite drawer was one of a human. I was hungry for human dick today.

I don’t like using my own saliva to lubricate a toy – especially when I’ve not brushed my teeth in at least four to five hours. So I pulled out the Super Slick – “a special lube for any size woman or man.” Basically, it was to make sure the big man got in, or that the dry woman wasn’t hurt. I shuddered at that thought, but knew that I wasn’t dry. I must have dreamed a wonderful sexual dream, though I couldn’t remember dreaming, because my cunt juice could have put out a house fire. The Super Slick was for the shaft part, not the head. I wanted to be sure that I’d get in as much of this super thick black silicone dick as I could.

I spread my legs wide, hearing the plop-squish of my pussy opening. I felt an ooze from my opening, and scooped it up with my right hand while guiding the dick to my cunt with my left. I brought my right hand to my mouth to taste myself and got a sweet surprise. Not all of that ooze was me! I found I still had some of Emp’s thick semen still inside from the night before! Oh, glory!

After I licked my fingers, I grabbed hold of the balls’ end of the human dick with both hands and harshly shoved it into my pussy. I think I actually saw a couple flicks of liquid spray out, as if someone was talking with too much saliva in their mouth.

With my legs splayed wide, I pounded away at my sore pussy; both hands on the wheel. My stomach tensed up, my pussy screaming for release, but the orgasm wouldn’t come. I tried varying the tempo, but even though I was fully aroused, I couldn’t get release. Finally, I thought of trying a different position.

My legs ached from when I straddled Emperor the night before, but I was so horny, I told myself to just deal with it. With the enormous dick still inside me, I waddled more than walked to my living room, and stood over my coffee table, one leg on each side. Once I was positioned, I let the black dildo slide out of me a little so the flat part made it stand up-right. I lowered myself onto the shaft much as I would if I were on top of Fred at that moment. I balanced myself with my hands on the edge of the table and pumped my ass up and down, back and forth on that lovely, thick black cock. I looked down between my legs to see my super-pink pussy lewdly swallowing the thick phallus. The rest of Emp’s juice mixed with my own and flowed freely down the shaft to form a puddle. It turned me on so much, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of it.

Remembering that I still had to take a shower to get ready for the day, I pumped faster and harder. My juice made a sort of suction for the base of the prick so it stayed in place as I pounded myself.

The intensity was out of this world. My cunt was on fire. My toes curled. My knuckles went white holding onto the edge of the table. Leaning on my left hand, I quickly flicked my clit with my right, encouraging the dam of my orgasm to finally break. I was so tired, I wanted to stop pumping and flicking, but my body denied me release. It felt as if my whole body were on fire, begging and pleading with myself to finally cum.

The slurping and squishing of my pussy juice reminded me of the night before. Right then, reminded of Emp’s thick prick harshly invading my twat, I came so hard, I screamed out in pleasure while still pumping that thick black cock in my squirting pussy. My neighbor Renée must have heard the outcry, because she was there in a flash, knocking on the door and calling out to me to see if everything was okay. I couldn’t answer her in my post-coitus state of arousal. She must have gotten worried.

About a year ago, I’d given her a key to my apartment when I asked her to get my mail and put it on my coffee table. The same table that had a black dick suctioned to it, wading in a pool of my cunt juice. She used the key to come in and check on me, probably thinking that some freak-a-zoid was raping me. When she stepped into the apartment, she saw the freak-a-zoid was me.

“Oh, FUCK, Maggie! I thought… Oh… That’s hot!” Renée exclaimed when she finally found her voice after being surprised as finding me impaling myself on a black dick on the coffee table. “What the hell did you do, Maggie? You scared the shit out of me when you screamed. Is all that… Is all that liquid from you?”

Renée only saw my backside when she entered. Only saw my pussy swallow the still-rigid prick as I slowly slid up and down. I was coming down from my natural high, but I suppose I didn’t realize she was there, though I heard everything she said.

She circled around to face me, eyes and mouth agape in an “O”. I smiled at her and apologized to her for scaring her. I still pumped. My legs were sore. My tummy was sore. My hips were sore. Hell, my pussy was sore, but I still wanted more. It was as if I couldn’t get enough!

“I- is all that f- from you?” Renée stuttered and stared, pointing incredulously at the puddle on the table.

“Yeah, it’s from me,” I chuckled.

“Fuckin’ Hell, Maggie! How could you have squirted that much around such a huge dick?” she asked, unbelieving.

“You’d be surprised what a pussy can take, Renée,” I answered chuckling. She was just referring to men, but I, of course, was referring to any type of male with a dick – human and animal alike.

“Maggie, that looks so hot,” she whispered.

I looked up, and she had an earnest look on her face as if she wanted to be a part of me at that moment, but wasn’t sure how to ask. I was open to the thought – Dr. Rose had opened me to a lot of thoughts lately – and I looked at her and smiled.

Still keeping my eyes on hers, I reached down and ran my fingers through my puddle. I brought my drenched fingers to my mouth, sucking them one by one. I repeated the process, but this time offered my hand to Renée. Her eyes barely squinted, betraying her confused thoughts, but she quickly knelt in front of me and grasped my wrist. She mimicked what I had done, but added her own twist: she put all four of my fingers in her mouth pumping it in and out as if I was hand-fucking her mouth. She pulled it out, then suckled each one, swirling her tongue around each finger.

“More,” Renée begged with both words and eyes.

“There’s plenty more down here,” I gestured to the table by looking down. “Tell ya what,” I offered, “let me get up and you can have as much as you want,” I told her. I was hoping she’d follow my lead.

She’s a good little lamb.

As I raised my ass, the black dildo made a sucking sound as my pussy pulled off of it. I couldn’t help but moan from the wonderful sensations.

Renée dipped her index finger into the puddle time and again, bringing it to her willing mouth. I could barely stand, but I did only long enough to make it to the couch. I’d planned on taking a short break on the couch anyway before I went to take my shower, but the arrival of Renée just sweetened the deal. So, there I lay, whorishly open to Renée; suggesting with my eyes that she come get some of that sweet nectar she obviously wanted so much from the source.

She scooted the table away several feet, then lowered herself in front of me. Her eyes scoured my body as her hands roamed up my legs. Her eyes met mine one last time, squinting, daring me to stop her. After a brief pause, Renée’s hands slid under my ass, grasped my hips, and pulled my ass to the edge of the couch, diving for my soaking slit.

“Oh, God,” she mumbled into my cunt. “I’ve never done this, but you taste so good.” She came up for air, then dove back in to mumble some more, “You got me so hot when I saw your ass pumping that dick in your pussy.” More air. “Can you come again, Maggie? Can you squirt all over me? All over my face?”

Not waiting for an answer, her tongue flicked back and forth over my already ultra-sensitive clit, making me quickly spin head-long into another orgasm. Then she buried her tongue deep in my hotbox, somehow sucking the wetness out of my hole. Renée erotically wagged her head back and forth, making her nose dig into my clit and lapping up the juices still escaping my cunt.

“Come for me, Maggie,” she muffled an encouragement into my twat.

I felt it coming. Felt it rising. A tsunami of an orgasm was about to make landfall, and there was nothing I was going to do to stop it. I heard her take in a sharp breath, then I grabbed her head on both sides, burying her face in my cunt. She held with me as I bucked and fucked her face, spraying my come either in her mouth or on her face.

My scream was more intense than before, “Oh, FFFUUUUUUUUUUUCK MMMEEEEEEEE, Renée! Hold on! There’s more!”

How the girl breathed, I couldn’t tell you, but she kept her face buried in my twat as I held her head there bucking up and down as my orgasm broke. This was a culmination of the previous night with Fred and Emp, along with all the pent-up energy of the night’s sex dreams. It seemed like forever before I could come down, finally releasing her head from my tight grasp.

*****

Part 45

Renée was breathing heavily, but had such a satisfied smile on her face. She sat back on her heels with her knees resting on the base of my couch. She absentmindedly stroked the back of her hand along the inside of my thigh as she caught her breath. I had my head resting on the armrest of the couch, also trying to catch my breath. After several minutes, Renée broke the silence between us.

“Maggie, I’m sure you’ve got places to go today, so I’m not looking for a return favor.” She looked down at the front of her shirt that was soaked from my squirting juices. I saw her cheeks color as she continued. “Just know that I’ve been wanting to do that for quite sometime. Not necessarily to you,” she quickly added, “but I’ve been curious about other women, and you’ve helped me, um, open up.”

She raised her chin and looked at me with her deeply reddened face, and I saw gratefulness in her eyes.

“Renée, I can’t go into a lot of detail right now, but if you’re into sexual explorations, I can help you,” I offered. “Right now, I want to thank you for helping my release. I woke up horny and nothing I did myself was helping.”

I sat up from the couch. My head reeled, and it seemed as if every muscle in my body was screaming, but it was actually a relief. Now, I could go to work today and not have to worry whether or not I was ever going to be relieved from my sexual frustration.

“Now I can go to work satisfied, and I thank you for that,” I told her. “I’m sorry for your shirt. I’ll repay you for the dry cleaning,” I offered.

Renée waved my offer away. “No need. It’s washable. This is my favorite shirt,” she said looking down at it, smiling.

My look of shock and apology registered when she looked back up, but she waved that off too.

“Don’t worry, Maggie!” she laughed. “Now it can be my favorite for a whole different reason. At first I liked it because it was comfortable. Now,” she stopped and blushed, “now it will remind me of you opening my world.”

Renée placed her hands between my thighs, and pushed herself up to stand. I could have sworn she exhaled on purpose right toward my sopping pussy, because I felt a very cold breeze as she got up. She then held out a hand to pull me up. My legs shook like gelatin. She saw me shaking and put two friendly hands on my bare shoulders to support me.

“You all right?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’ll make it.” I stood there another minute and a half just allowing my legs to get stronger, all the while her hands on my shoulders.

Not quite sure how to end our unusual sexcapade, but needing to get a shower, I excused myself to the bathroom.

“Oh, sure,” she said, backing away apologetically, both hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry for letting myself into your apartment,Maggie, but you really did scare me with the way you screamed.”

“No worries.” I started for the hallway. “If it had been a real emergency, I would have been grateful that you still had my key.”

“Well, I aim to be a good neighbor!” she smiled and crossed her hands over her heart.

“You didn’t happen to call any police, or anything did you?” I asked as an afterthought.

“No, no. Nothing like that.” she laughed. “I’ll let myself out since you’re not exactly dressed to come to the door. Thanks again, Maggie. Have a good day.”

My wave was limp, but I think she understood. “Thank you, Renée. I’ll see you in a couple of days, I promise. The vet’s office will have me out of town until Monday.”

“Okay. Well, be careful!”

She slipped out the door and re-locked the dead-bolt. I smiled and called out another thanks. Then I went to the bathroom to take a quick hot shower. I hated to make it quick, but I was out of personal time this morning, for obvious reasons.

Fifteen minutes later, damp hair pulled up in a French twist, I was dressed in stain-free khakis, a red shirt with the Lower River Animal Hospital logo over my left breast, and over my left shoulder held a gym bag packed for four days of overnight staying at the show grounds. In a smaller bag, I packed two more pair of pants, a green vet shirt, and blue vet shirt – you know, just in case something happened at the show that I’d need to change to keep up appearances. Also in the smaller bag were two novels, just in case I got bored.

I grabbed my keys from the counter, put my cell phone and charger in my purse, and grabbed two boxes of Special-K granola bars. As I headed toward the door, I retraced my steps and took a couple of bananas and apples too. I put the boxes of granola bars and fruit into a cloth grocery bag, then headed out the door, making sure to lock both dead-bolt and knob.

Fifty minutes after leaving my apartment, I pulled onto the show grounds. Even though it was a full day before the main day of showing, there were many riders and trainers occupying the six covered arenas. Some were lunging their horses, others working out the pre-show jitters of the horse. Some looked as if they’d come back from a fifty mile endurance ride, their mounts were covered in white foam.

“That must have been some ride,” I said to my imaginary passenger.

I saw Dr. Rose standing at the entrance of a large white tent with a banner proclaiming the expert veterinary services of Lower River Animal Hospital. She saw me as I drove in and waved me to a parking space near hers beside the tent. No other vehicles were allowed in this area, so I felt special.

“Nice sign,” I said to her pointing to the banner as I walked into the three-sided tent.

“Thanks,” she answered. “I wanted everyone to know who we are and where we’re from, and that we’re not just horse vets. There will be people here with dogs that might get hurt too. I keep hoping that none of the animals here get hurt, but if it does happen, I’d like to get and keep their business.”

“Absolutely,” I agreed.

“Walk around our ‘new office’ and get yourself acquainted with where everything is,” she gestured with a flourished wave. “Then you can walk around the grounds and take in the layout. Here’s a map if you need it. On second thought, make sure to take the map,” she added. “Here, everyone goes by grid directions, and you need to know the stables in each grid.”

I nodded, and took the map she handed me, folded it, and stuck it in my pocket.

“Each stable has a general manager that if something goes wrong, they get in touch with us on these walkie-talkies.” She handed me one, and I smiled as I took it. It reminded me of when my brother and I used walkie-talkies in our forested back yard when we were young.

“Each manager will tell you what stable they’re managing by compass direction. So say, ‘John’ is stable manager of the North barn. He’ll come over the radio and say something like, ‘This is John from Stable North,’ or ‘John from the North Barn needs veterinary assistance’. They try to be as consistent as possible so as to not confuse us, which is nice.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “The less confusion, the better.”

“Make sure to keep that radio on your person at all times.” She sighed, letting me know that business was taken care of. She was light-hearted once more. “Okay, I’m going to get a hot dog or something. You want something from the concession stand?”

“A hot dog? At nine AM?” I teased. “Thanks for the offer, but no thank you. I had breakfast on the way over.”

“Suit yourself,” Dr. Rose shrugged. “I hear their hot dogs are cooked to order. Not pre-boiled and all… ‘ick-tified’.” She said “ick-tified” with hand quotes, making it all the more funny.

I laughed as she walked out and I turned, proceeding to take a better look at my new home away from home for the next couple of days.

I wasn’t sure how high the tent was, but the open front was about twelve or thirteen feet tall. I’d approximated the depth of the tent from front to back to be about thirty feet, and the width about sixty feet. The whole area of the tent was set on a type of soft asphalt with river sand as footing, and the tent poles looked to be of a strong metal. The only thing not permanent about this tent was the fabric itself. The tent’s “walls” were anchored somehow so as to not spook any animal visiting the doctor and did not allow any wind or water inside.

There were four wooden slatted stalls at the back of the tent set into the asphalt protecting any horse that might have to visit a stall. The front of the stalls held vertical bars about four inches apart, with the side walls being solid slatted wood so horses couldn’t “visit” one another and aggravate each other or themselves. The first three of those stalls were 12 feet by 12 feet with possible bedding of plastic-baled wood shavings and bales of straw – per choice of vet – set outside the stalls. The feeders in the stalls were mounted in the corner, and swung outward, allowing the owner or vet to feed and hay the horse with safety. The waterer was automatic, so no extra buckets were necessary. When the horse stuck its nose in, it depressed a metal plate allowing water to flow gently into the bowl. This way, the water was always fresh, and the bowl was easier to clean.

I personally loved that. I hate cleaning water buckets.

The fourth stall was the longest. It did not have a feeder or automatic waterer. It was used as a more permanent examination room. Six feet longer than the others, with the sliding door in the middle, it had non-slick rubber tile footing and held a large laundry-sized sink in the back right corner next to a two foot long counter. Pre-fab wooden cabinets above the sink and all the way across the wall were filled with any of the things the acting veterinarian anticipated would immediately be necessary to treat their equine patients. Strong cross ties were available to hold the horse so it could not get to the cabinets.

I saw on the left side of the entrance four comfortable wicker rockers with seat pads and back rests along with two wicker “love seats” making an octagonal-shaped waiting area for any trainer or rider having to visit and wait. Several wicker end tables separated the rockers and couches. A wicker coffee table held a Plexiglas cover and several years-old magazines of Practical Horseman, Young Rider, and Canine Monthly. The left corner pole of the tent held several hooks to hang coats and helmets.

This was the most comfortable “waiting room” I’d ever seen. I almost couldn’t wait to be bored!

I turned and saw on the right side of the tent entrance a four-foot high counter ten feet long. It was just as could be seen in a vet’s office. A seven feet tall by ten feet long backboard behind the counter held two dry-erase boards and two cork boards. One dry-erase board held permanent pin striping with six slots, allowing a vet or assistant to write their “patient’s” names, stall or kennel number, ailments, and med times. Between the examinatio stall and the counter was one large chain link kennel six feet square divided in two. Each section held a large crate for the dog to enter and exit as available. Four plastic bales of wood shavings were propped up against the back of the kennels.

It seemed as if the owner of the show grounds thought of nearly everything the vet might need, minus the medicine paraphernalia. I could tell this was the official vet tent of any show that was held on the grounds. It was first class. I was impressed.

I shook my head as I took all this in. Several moments later, Dr. Rose re-entered and broke my state of awe.

“The ground’s owner is thinking about putting up permanent siding instead of using the tent,” Dr. Rose said as she licked her fingers clean. “She said the repair to the fabric is starting to get expensive. Not to mention having to re-apply a water seal to all the wood-work every year from elemental damage if the fabric tears.” She wiped her mouth and threw the napkin in the trash bin behind the counter.

“Yeah, I can see how that gets expensive,” I agreed. “The only thing they’ll need is a bathroom, and a fourth wall, and this could be a regular vet’s office,” I chuckled.

“That’s in the works,” Dr. Rose affirmed. “But for now, we have our own large Port-O-John out to the right side of the tent. It’s supposed to be just for the vets and any one in the waiting area. We’ll see if people abide by that rule. If you go between the exam stall and tent wall, you’ll see a tent door, making access to the bathroom easier. Especially if it’s raining.”

“Okay, thanks. So, this is the first time you’ve been here?” I inquired, changing the subject.

“First time as a vet, yes. I’ve shown here before – way back when. But that was a lifetime ago,” she waved. “For now, you need to go get yourself acquainted with the show grounds. Here, you’ll need this.”

She handed me a lanyard with our office logo and name printed along the neck. The laminated tag also bore the office name and logo. Then I saw my photo and name.

“Dr. Maggie Turner, DVM?” I said looking surprised. “Doctor? Not ‘Assistant’?”

She laughed and asked, “Do you want to be an ‘Assistant’ for the rest of your life?”

“Of course not, but… how… why…” I stuttered.

“Look, you and I both know you’re not official yet, but when people see ‘Assistant’ they don’t think you’re good enough. I know you’re good enough, so I had the owner make that instead,” she pointed to my plastic tag. “I’m still Head-Vet,” she poked herself in the sternum, “but you’re just as good as me. Probably better since you can literally get inside an animal’s mind.” She laughed and shook her head.

As she turned to walk back out of the tent, I stood there several moments dazed and amazed. Finally shaking the astonishment from my brain, I started out to first find our personal Port-O-John, then set out to memorize the layout of the show grounds.

Walking along the main show path, I passed a “Tack-Tent” about as large as the vet’s tent, except it did have four “walls.” It held a store selling everything horsey – feed and bedding, saddles, bridles, and halters, show clothes, brushes… If you left it at home, they probably had it there for sale. I walked by, but I promised myself I’d stop in and get myself something, even if I thought it too expensive. I had to have something to keep as a souvenir of this event.

“Okay, this is no ordinary, run-of-the-mill horse show venue,” I thought to myself as I walked toward the stables, seeing them from fifty yards away. That same thought kept running through my brain as I visited the barns.

There were five barns. From the printed map, they were depicted as a flower with four petals, with the center barn being the flower face. Each barn was literally in the direction of the compass rose poles. The center barn was just that – “The Center.” Eight foot wide dirt pathways lead me between the barns and around the center barn. Every twenty feet or so was a park-style bench. On each side of the entrance to the barns were two, two foot square mounting blocks with three stairs on the left and right sides.

The map didn’t tell how many stalls were in each barn, so I visited them all, one by one, counting the stalls, counting the wash racks, and counting the number of stalls between the wash racks. Each stall looked exactly as the stalls in the vet’s tent, with two exceptions: at the back of each stall a window could be opened or closed from the inside, according to the owner of the horse, and was numbered above the sliding door with the odd numbers on the right side of the barn and evens on the left. Between every two stalls, there were stairs that led to a loft above the stalls, with a fire extinguisher at the top of each set of stairs.

There was about a six-foot clearing between the loft floor and the roof of the barn, so participants could easily erect a tent showing their “colors” if they chose to do so. Those that were already there, had tents, or walls of some sort along with chairs for their own relaxation; cutting themselves off from their competitors. Each of the wash racks had the same strong cross ties that the vet tent had. It held two floor drains in the middle of the same non-slip rubber flooring. I figured each barn was alike, but I had to get a hold on the enormity of this venue.

The North, South, East, and West barns had the same soft asphalt in the aisle, river sand as flooring, and the rubber tile flooring in each stall. The stalls held the corner feeders and automatic waterers just like the vet tent stalls, but the waterers were able to be turned off if the occupants wanted to use a conventional water bucket. Any one bringing in a horse was responsible for bringing their own bedding, or they could buy it from the on-site “Tack-Tent” for a nominal fee.

The center barn was shorter than the other four barns, but much wider. It held a dressage arena fourty meters long by twenty meters wide. The walls of the arena were about six feet tall using the same strong, slatted wood planking all the stalls used. At the shorter ends of the arena were Plexiglas mirrors. There were four “hidden” doors in the arena, two on each of the long sides. The stalls in The Center were ten feet away from the wall of the arena, making a rectangular aisle around the center of the barn. All the stalls here held the same amenities as the other four.

The North end of The Center was The Hub. It was divided into two rooms, both with heating and air conditioning. On one end of The Hub was the tackroom of the regular boarders. The bridles were hung side-by-side on the right wall. The back and front walls held the collapsible saddle racks and saddle pad hangers. Those looked like my towel hangers on the back of my bathroom door. Through the door into the other room was a comfortable lounge area with two long couches, both upholstered with dark blue denim. Two small kitchen tables occupied the corners flanking the door in and out of the tackroom. The opposite wall held the refrigerator, sink, microwave, and cupboards. There was also a door that led to the barn aisle.

The South end of the The Center was the feed room. Outside the feed room were three vending machines: Pepsi, Coke, and Lance snacks. At the time, the feed room was padlocked, but I peered through the skinny window – not near the door’s knob – and saw the myriad of plastic trash bins with horse and owner’s names. Laminated papers taped atop the covers gave instructions as to what each horse gets, when, and how much.

I turned and was startled to see a broad-shouldered man eying me. A full minute went by before he spoke.

“May I help you with something?” he said not-so-kindly. “Are you lost?”

“No, I’m in The Center. This feed room is fascinating. I’m glad you have it locked up. Too many sticky fingers to get the nice supplements.” I told him matter-of-factly.

“Are you planning on having sticky fingers, Miss…” he held out the “s” wanting me to finish my name.

“I am Doctor Maggie Turner, DVM.” I showed him my ID.

He nearly took off my head when he jerked my ID closer to his face. I got off balance and inadvertently placed my hands on his well-muscled chest to balance myself. Heat rose to my cheeks and I felt embarrassed. I quickly realized I shouldn’t be the one embarrassed when it was his fault in the first place.

Straightening up, I snatched my ID from his meaty fingers and gently placed it back between my breasts. I wanted to say I’m sorry, but I wasn’t. It was just the normal reaction. Thankfully I bit it back.

When I looked back up at him, I saw it was his turn to turn red. I tilted my head then shoved my hands into my deep pockets.

“Sorry, Ma’am -er- Dr. Ma’am. It’s just Mrs. Brock is protective about her boarder’s feed and tack. She sent me down here. Does she know you’re here?”

“I’m not sure, but probably so,” I said, still seething, but quickly regaining control. “I’m sure Dr. Rose has told her I’ll be here. And here I am.”

“Yes you are. Would you like to meet Mrs. Brock? I’m sure she’d like to meet the other vet that will be taking care of the participant’s horses.”

He turned to go, expecting me to follow. I guess he wasn’t such a bad guy. After all, he was doing his job by looking out for the owner’s feed. It’s just he could have injured me. I didn’t like that part.

As we walked back toward The Hub, Mr. Burly directed me into the arena. After looking both ways before crossing a horse’s path, I walked to the middle of the arena where I saw a petite woman with a long white braid splitting her back in half. Her riding breeches were a spotless tan with the full seat. Ariat tall boots covered her thin bird-like calves. As she turned in following her mounted student, I saw her white shirt was pressed, and her collar was of the ruffled persuasion. Her black riding coat fit perfectly around her tiny frame. I wondered how anyone that small could manage such a large venue. Then I wondered how a woman that small could manage to ride a horse.

Then I wondered if there were a horse here to ride me.

I shook that thought from my head as Mrs. Brock approached. “Sit deep in your saddle, Heather,” she called to the rider over my shoulder. “He won’t listen if you’re not communicating correctly.”

“Sorry about that,” she said, looking at me for the first time. “I don’t normally talk through people when they’re between me and my student.”

“Not a problem,” I reassured her. “I was told you wanted to meet me?”

“Yes. Dr. Rose has had nothing but good things to say about you, and I wanted to see the other vet to be on-site.”

“Well, I’ll thank her for the compliments.”

“No need. We wouldn’t want you getting a big head. Sorry Mac here was rough with you. He knows how I feel about snoopers.”

I nodded. “I accept your apology, but it’s not you who should be apologizing, is it?”

“Geez, Maggie, take it easy! You’re gonna get yourself fired before you even start!”

“No, I suppose not. He will treat you to lunch, won’t you, Mac?” she stated more than asked.

“Yes Ma’am, I’ll be glad to.” He nodded, then turned to me. “We can go off campus, or go to the concession stand, your choice.”

“No. Thank you, Mac. I’m not hungry right now, and I don’t want to go off campus until it’s time to go to my hotel.”

Mrs. Brock chuckled lightly. “Honey, you won’t be going off campus until the show’s over Monday evening. Actually, I’d like you to stay until Tuesday morning, but that will but up to Dr. Rose.”

Heat rose to my cheeks, but this time it wasn’t from embarrassment. I was fuming. I know she was the owner of the venue, but who did she think she was telling me when and where I could go. Where the hell was I supposed to sleep? In a stall in the vet tent? Above one of the stalls in the loft?

My breathing became ragged, and my fingers balled into my palms. She must have seen or sensed my aggravation because she turned to “Brutus” Mac and told him to show me to my room. My eyes did an Olympic-winning roll as I turned to follow.

Mac was droning on and on about my room, about the stables, and about Mrs. Brock. I heard him, but I wasn’t listening to any of it. I was still fuming. He led me back toward the vet tent, then around the back. The building next to my car was a house. I hadn’t really paid that much attention to it when I drove up, but now, the beauty of the thing struck me.

It was a little country house. One that might be seen on the back roads leading to no where. A fresh coat of white paint had recently been slathered on the boards, and the kelly green shutters looked as if they were next in line to be painted. Mac took the key ring off his trousers. It must have had at least fifty keys on it, but he knew exactly which one opened the house. Once inside, he took off that same key and handed it to me.

“You’ll want to keep this in a safe place. Make sure to return it Monday evening or Tuesday morning – whichever is the time you leave the campus.” He turned and walked around the house, giving me the one dollar tour, telling me what I could and could not use. As we came back around close to where we’d started, he pointed out a door.

“This door is NOT to be entered by you. In fact, if you enter it, you will be locked inside. It only opens from this side. Don’t bother trying to prop it open, either. It will close. Don’t let the curiosity get the best of you. Don’t go through this door.”

Not waiting for any type of acknowledgment from me, he turned and motioned for me to follow him once more. He led me upstairs to “my room.” There were only two rooms that occupied the second floor: bedrooms. He showed me the one on the left was Dr. Rose’s room, and the one on the right was mine.

Pink and white gingham check curtains lined the two picture windows, and pink and white flowered fabric hung from the top as a valance. The same flowered fabric made up the bedspread, and the pillow shams were made of the gingham. The bathroom was tiled pink and white. It held a beautiful claw-foot tub that could have easily held my new large friend. A white shower curtain hung around the tub, and pink gingham curtains separated the tub from the sink and counter. I’m not fond of pink, especially this much of it, but the room looked comfortable enough and the bathroom looked especially inviting after a long day’s work.

“There is an ATV for your convenience during the show if you’re needed at any of the barns for an emergency. Right now it is in the garage out back. Here is the key for that.” He handed me another small key and I promptly put it on the key chain next to the house key.

Apparently earning his approval, Mr. “Brutus” nodded.

“Now that you know where to go, and where not to go, I’ll be going. It was nice to meet you, Miss – ‘scuse me – Doctor.”

*****

Part 46

He left me there pondering what to do next, but I shook the cobwebs from my head once again, and allowed him several minutes before I went outside to get my gym bag from my car. Although I was only to be there three days, I didn’t want my clothes to get wrinkled, so I hung them up, put my intimates in a drawer and grabbed my new house key. Going around back to get the ATV, I saw several matching trucks and horse trailers entering the show grounds. “Man, the money they spent on those is as much money or more than I make in a year,” I said to myself. “But, then again, once I become a veterinarian and have my own practice, I might be able to afford something like that.”

Shrugging it off, I mounted the ATV, turned it on, and drove it to the right front side of the vet tent. Dr. Rose was in the “waiting area” perusing a magazine that she’d probably read a hundred times. I sat beside her and picked up a Canine Monthly from last September. We read in silence for about ten minutes when Dr. Rose put down her magazine. I took her cue and put mine down next to hers, and waited for her instructions.

“So, do you have your bearings of the show grounds?” she asked me.

Certain I did, I nodded an affirmative, and gave a “Yes, doctor” to boot.

“Good. Although I’m head vet, I am going to allow you to do the majority of the calls. Just letting you know that I’ll be there looking over your shoulder, but that shouldn’t scare you half as much as the owners looking over your shoulder. Of course you know you have one up on me by being able to talk to the animals.”

I nodded, and wanted to respond, but wasn’t sure if it was my time to talk yet. So I waited.

“Don’t rely on that skill alone, though, Maggie. It could go away, God forbid. I have faith in you that you’ll do the right thing.”

I was curious, “Dr. Rose, does Mrs. Brock know that I’ll be doing the majority of the doctoring?”

“Mostly. I didn’t tell her you were my apprentice, but I’m sure she figures you to be something like a partner since you’re so young. But not to worry. Since I’ll be there with you, I’ll step in when I feel you need my help. And I get to take all the flak.” She rolled her eyes with a chuckle.

“You know I’ll do my best, Dr. Rose.” I gave her my most sincere smile.

Right then, a frantic lady with a toy poodle cradled carefully in both arms walked into the tent and stopped right in the shade. She looked left and right and caught sight of us sitting.

Dr. Rose and I got up simultaneously and walked to her. Not allowing either one of us time to ask what the problem was, she looked at Dr. Rose, looked at me, then back at Dr. Rose aiming all her dog’s troubles to the good doctor.

“Oh, Doctor, little Pixie here got his tail stepped on by one of those big, mean horsies, didn’t you, Pixie?” She hugged the whining dog and tried to console it with, “We don’t like those big, mean horsies, do we, Pixie Poo?”

Dr. Rose chuckled lightly, and mirthfully said, “Yeah, these things happen at a horse show.” I heard her emphasis on “horse” but apparently the meaning slipped right by the worried lady.

“Let’s take a look at him, shall we?” Dr. Rose invited the snobbish woman into the tent. “Dr. Turner, if you’d start a chart on ‘Pixie Poo’, I’ll take a look at his paw.”

I nearly chuckled as I saw the slight eye roll at the dog’s name. I went behind the counter where Dr. Rose had put the paperwork, and started a chart on the unfortunate dog. “Dog’s foot is fine,” I said to myself. “The unfortunate part is the ownership.”

“Actually, it’s not all that bad,” I heard a voice say. It obviously had come from the dog. “It’s not that bad because I get spoiled. The only bad part is being named Pixie. I mean, c’mon! ‘Pixie’ for a boy?!

I snorted and tried to cover it with a cough when both the owner and Dr. Rose had looked over at me. The lady didn’t seem to notice anything ‘wrong’, but Dr. Rose did ask me about it after she’d mended the dog’s foot and sent the couple on their way.

Apparently, one of the few times the hefty dog was able to stand on his own four legs to go “potty,” an enthusiastic horse – one that was quite spirited and almost out of control – stepped on the poor dog as he was doing his business. The woman and her dog were where they should not have been, and was told by Mrs. Brock that the owner of the horse would not be held responsible since the dog should not have been anywhere near that part of the stables. It was told to us later that the woman left in a huff and came straight to the vet’s tent.

Ah well. Some people still think the world revolves around them, and no amount of words or deed will change their minds.

Dr. Rose and I finished wrapping the hefty poodle’s leg and handed him off to his owner.

“Don’t let this dog get anywhere near those horses again,” Dr. Rose told her. “He might get the other leg stepped on. And while you’re at it, let him walk around a bit. It won’t hurt his leg because it’s not broken, and he will get some exercise. He needs to get some of that weight off. Doesn’t it hurt you to carry him everywhere?”

“Oh, it did, but I have gotten used to it. I usually put him in the sling, but if you say he’s okay to walk, then that’s what I’ll do,” she crooned as she walked out of the tent.

Dr. Rose gave another award-winning eye roll, and sat back down in the waiting area.

“Dr. Rose, think it would be all right if I take one of the four-wheelers and go tour the show-grounds again?” I asked her. “I really enjoyed seeing it, but I’d like to get a feel for the people this time.”

“I think that will be okay,” she agreed. “As long as one of us stays here to hold down the fort. I think I’ll draft us a schedule so we won’t get stale sitting here all day for the next several days. Will that work?”

Nodding, I agreed, “That sounds like a good idea. We can still be here to keep cool, but the schedule will have us out and available too. Okay, I’ll be back soon.”

“You don’t have to make it too soon, Maggie. Say an hour. I think that will be plenty of time to look around more, but not too much time for me to be alone here. Keep your radio on in case I need you for something, though,” she added.

“Always. Thanks. See ya in an hour,” I said. As a last thought, I grabbed one of the vet bags, and slung it over my shoulder. These things seemed to weigh a ton, but it had just about everything in it that a vet would need – just in smaller quantities. If an owner needed more of what was needed, he could come to the vet tent.

I walked to the back of the tent to the small garage attached to the house. The smaller of the two ATVs was mine, but that was okay by me. That means I didn’t have to worry about switching gears and all. It was very clean and well-kept, and its tank was full. I took note so I could return it in the condition in which I found it. I wanted to keep up appearances with Mrs. Brock in the chance I was able to return to her facility as an on-call veterinarian.

I strapped the vet-bag onto the back rack, made sure it was secure, and straddled the seat. The ATV wasn’t loud, a fact that made me happy. I was able to hear my radio above the motor; a good thing in case I was needed somewhere. Just then, a call came from the North barn. Dr. Rose had intercepted it, but referred it to me. So, I was on the trek to my first call. How exciting!

Two, maybe three minutes later, I’d pulled up to the center entrance of the North barn. Quickly parking the ATV out of the way of the horses and pocketing the key, I unstrapped the vet-bag and set off on foot. Seeing the crowd about half-way down the barn, I figured that was where I was needed. I made sure my lanyard was visible as I pushed my way through the crowd.

You would never believe the scene I came upon.

Lying face down on a two-stack of straw was Caroline. Yes, the same Caroline who owns Weird Emperor. She was pinned under a dapple grey stallion with his dick up her twat. Thing is, the stallion was still pumping his huge dick into her, but she looked as if she was out cold.

“Who’s the owner of this horse?” I asked forcefully. “Step forward.”

A spindly little fellow walked up to me with a red face; embarrassment showing all on his body.

“Get these people out of here, and find a curtain or something to cover the front of this stall. I have a feeling that once these people leave, the horse will calm considerably,” I told him.

For a minuscule man, he had a big voice, but used it softly to shoo away all the on-lookers. I know they were curious as to how a woman came to be naked and got a stallion’s prick up her cunt, but now was not the time to answer that question. My question is why was Caroline out cold?

The tiny man came back into the stall after covering it with a curtain, shaking his head and mumbling, “I shouldn’t have let her. Now I’ve gotten her killed. I shouldn’t have…”

“What is your name, Sir?” I interrupted his internal/external dialog.

“I’m Sam Quest. Call me Sam,” he requested.

Before I could get any of my questions out, he just started blathering.

“I don’t know what went wrong. That’s Caroline under my stallion Dread. It’s short for Dread Me Not. Anyway,” he continued with a shake of his head, as if it would clear the cobwebs. I had little doubt it would. “…I met Caroline yesterday. She and I hit it off, and once she found out I had a stallion here at the show, she nearly jumped MY bones to get at him. She told me she has a secret way with stallions – that she could get them to mount her and fuck her. I wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but to see a horse fucking a woman, I definitely wanted to find out what that was all about.

Anyway, after I showed her Dread’s stall, she marched right in to pet him. Now, he’s normally very skittish and afraid of everyone except me, but when she went in there, it was like he was a different horse altogether. He was very calm. She stripped her clothes right off and started wanking him off. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him get so big. So he gets to a point that I see him start rooting around like he wants to stick his dick in something. That’s when she tells me to bring in a couple of hay bales. The closest ones I found were straw, but I figured it would still work.

So she stacks ’em up like you see there, and puts his blanket over it. I guess to keep from her getting’ stuck and all. And then Caroline reaches back and guides Dread’s big, black cock in her sopping wet pussy. Oh, to hear the sloppy sounds got me hard as a rock, so I go and put my drawers down and start playing with myself in the stall too. Caroline’s talking all dirty to me, and wants me to come over and put my dick in her mouth so’s she can suck me off. Ain’t no man worth his salt gonna refuse a blow job, so I go over, and Dread goes all crazy. He lunges at me, and I guess when he did, he musta knocked the wind out of Caroline, or somethin’.”

Yeah, ‘or somethin’. I’d heard enough. I was getting horny as hell off this Dick’s tale, but couldn’t let him see it. The horse wasn’t hurt, but he could hurt Caroline even more since she couldn’t do anything for herself at the moment. I wondered what I could do to keep the horse calm. So many scenarios passed through my mind, but nothing prepared me for what was to happen next.

*****

Part 47

More often than not, I forget that I can speak to animals. It was one of those times. I tried to figure out what to do as a vet, not as a clairvoyant. Which is good, in a sense, because as Dr. Rose so aptly put it, I could lose this gift at any moment.

But not now.

“I got me some tail..” I heard in a sing-songy voice coming from the back of the stall.

The voice was clearly male, and was sung in time to the swinging of a dapple grey horse head. I knew it had to be Dread’s. Not wanting to explain to Sam why I wasn’t doing anything about Caroline, I told him to stay outside while I figured out what to do. I didn’t want him making the situation worse.

The moment he stepped out of the stall, I heard “the voice” again.

“Little Prick. Thought he could make fun of me by giving me a human. I know he thinks I have a small dick, but here I am – not HIM – with my dick up her cunt. Pumpin’ away…”

“Mmhm!” I interrupted with a sarcastic agreement. Then waited.

Dread looked at me and back at the stall door, then back at me.

“Yup, that’s right. I am talking to you. You think you’re a hot shot, but really you’ve knocked this poor lady out. Now she can’t enjoy your little romp on the hay – or straw – because you’ve had to prove yourself to Mr. Dickhead outside. What exactly had to be proved?” I asked with a tilt of my head.

“That he… that I… She’s out? Out cold?” Sounded like actual concern to me.

“Yes, she’s out cold. And there you stand, without caring for your lover, still pumping away. Let me get her,” As I reached and took a step toward Caroline, Dread bared his teeth and actually lunged toward me, almost knocking her off the straw bales.

“Whoa, Dread. Easy. That’s not going to help.” I said aloud.

“You’re not taking her away. She’s my pussy now.”

“Surely she can’t be enjoyable when she’s not even awake to enjoy your nice, big, hard dick.”

“It’s enjoyable because I actually get to sink my dick into something other than a fake. That’s all he uses me for, and I’m tired of it. Can’t a guy get a real piece of tail around here?”

“If that’s what you’re wanting, I’m sure we can find a mare for you. But you’ve got to let me help Caroline. You’re going to end up doing more harm than good. And let me tell you, she’s got a stallion of her own – Weird Emperor – that she fucks. He’s meaner and much bigger than you. He will take you down, buddy.”

For a moment I saw genuine fear in his eye, but his bravado came back instantly.

“YOU look like a good piece of tail. I’ll take you and your wide-spread legs over Caroline’s.”

“I’ll be willing, and I’m able, but first you have to let me help Caroline right now. That means I have to get close to you, take her off your still rock-solid hose, and see what medical attention she needs. Then I’ll talk to Sam and tell him of your need. Maybe we can find you a mare…”

“NO!” he screamed in my head. “I want a human pussy, and I want YOURS!”

“Well, then, you’re going to have to wait for that. Right now, the girl comes first. I know you have enough care in your heart to not hurt an innocent woman. Let me help her, so I can come back and help you.”

“You’ll… you’ll come b-back?” he sounded so much like a child. Afraid that his only and best friend would forever desert him.

“Yes, Dread,” I said calmly. “I’ll come back.”

“Will you let me fuck you?”

“I’m sure I can convince Sam to let me, since he didn’t get to see all of Caroline’s tryst with you. Now, will you let me help her?”

“Yeah, yeah. Go ahead. She’s no fun anyway right now.”

Dread pulled his cock out of Caroline with a slurp and a pop, and all the juices he’d been pumping into her came gushing out.

And if I weren’t so mad at this horse, I’d be climbing up on the straw stack to get some of my own. His enormous black dick was clearly two feet long, and his mushroom-like head still kept spitting out thick, oozing cum.

He backed away so I could get to Caroline. Feeling for a pulse, I quickly put her arm over my shoulder and carried her to the stall door, then I called out to Sam to bring in her clothes. He brought in a thin T-shirt with Eeyore on the front, a pair of skinny jeans, and canvas sneakers.

No undergarments at all.

“Well,” I thought to myself, “at least it’ll be easier to get her dressed.”

“So what did you do then?”

“I did what I promised. I came back to let the stallion fuck me. He was actually quite gentle. I think that when he lunged at Sam was when he accidentally hit Caroline in the head with his elbow and knocked her out.”

“What did you tell the paramedics?”

“I didn’t tell them anything. Dread is Sam’s horse, and the incident happened on Sam’s time. I deferred them to Sam.”

“You’re awful. Simply awful, you know that?”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

I was sitting on the lovely plush bed in my room that Mrs. Brock had given me, talking on the phone to Fred. He had called me to see how my first day went, and I had to relay the story. Partly to let him know, and partly to make him jealous.

“You got me horny, Maggie. You know that, right?” he asked me.

“Yeah, I know that too. Whatcha gonna do about it?” I flirted through my question.

“Well, since I’m already at the barn, I think I’ll go fuck a sheep. Or let one of the calves suck me off.”

I knew he was trying to make me jealous, and it was working. But I couldn’t do anything about our situation, anyway.

“What are you going to do, Maggie?” He knew I was horny too.

“I’ve already got that taken care of, Love. I’ve got a nice, big, flexible double dildo in my twat and ass. As I’m sitting her talking to you, I’m writhing on the bed being double fucked.”

“Sounds yummy,” he quipped. “Not as yummy as if you were being dildoed by Dr. Rose. Where is she?”

“I don’t know. She came in earlier, took a shower and went right back out. Didn’t even dry her hair, which isn’t like her. Ah, well. I’m gonna go. It’s been a long day, and I still have three more days here. Four, if you count Monday – which Mrs. Brock might want me to stay till then.”

“Oh, I hope not,” Fred sighed. “It’s hard here without you.”

“You’re hard all the time, Fred,” I chided.

“No I’m not,” he whined. Then chuckled. “Okay, so I am. But when I have a girlfriend as hot as you, it’s hard to NOT get hard.”

“You’re such a sweet-talker.”

We said our “good-bye’s” and after putting the phone down, I drifted off to sleep… being double fucked.

The next morning brought in more massive matching trucks and trailers with two and three horses each. We had the occasional mishap, but nothing life-threatening. All in all, my Friday was dull.

Dr. Rose and I spent most of our time in the tent keeping cool, unless our shared schedule had us out and about the show grounds. I was able to watch some of the warm-ups and performances, and was very impressed with the amount of talent the horses and riders displayed. I could tell this was no amateur dressage show.

With nothing exciting to report to Fred, our Friday evening conversation was short. I was tired from the long day of doing nothing, so I begged off the phone and fell asleep.

I woke up sitting in a tall, hard-backed chair, a single light bulb staring me in the face, my feet tied to the chair legs – knees spread wide, cunt bared, my wrists tied behind my back, and my shoulders bound to the back of the chair.

*****

Part 48

There was so much that frightened me at first. Of course, with the light shining directly in my eyes, I couldn’t focus on anything. Since I couldn’t see past the light, I tried to focus on what I could feel.

I was totally naked. The room was chilly, making my nipples stand out farther than I ever thought possible. I tried to move my head, but found that my head was in a sort of brace; chin strap in place. This made me start to panic a bit. (I don’t like confined spaces. That’s rather odd, wouldn’t you agree, since I don’t mind being stuck under a huge stallion!) I had to steel my nerves and focus on something else.

It was then that I realized the “chair” I was in had a seat much like a public restroom toilet seat. It was long from bum to back of knee, and open in the front. I could feel a warm liquid dripping from my nether parts, and figured I’d either peed, or my body was betraying me and decided to become turned on by the bondage.

Just then, the light in my face snapped off. Darkness. Seconds ticked by, seeming like hours. Then a softer white light brightened gradually not ten feet away from me. Two “cowboys” emerged from the darkness heading right for me. Sharply dressed in their black outfits: well-worn but polished boots, felt hats, Texas star bolo tie, and black chaps; they strode up to the side of my chair. They never touched me with their hands, but their eight, maybe even nine inch pricks grazed my arms. The cowboys used their God-given talents to turn my chair to the left just a few degrees. Just then, the white light goes out, and a yellow light comes on revealing a man and woman. She on her hands and knees, he positioned behind her. His left hand was on her left buttock while his right hand made the tip of his cock slide up and down her dripping slit.

BAM!

He rammed his hardness into the woman so fast, he knocked her off her hands. His hands were on her hips helping himself ram his cock harder and harder, faster and faster into her willing cunt.

WHOOSH!

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?

A fast but gentle breeze blew past my own cunt, tickling it. I squirmed to look down to see what happened.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING MOVE, YOU LITTLE CUNT!” a rather harsh womanly Voice screamed at me. Then softer, “I have set you up in such a way that if you move, you’ll not get all the wonderful sensations that I have planned for you. Just sit back and enjoy the show.”

I couldn’t determine where the Voice was, but she scared me enough that I thought she was going to kill me if I moved again.

The yellow light went out just as soon as the Voice yelled at me, but I could sense the man and woman were finishing up their rendezvous. The noises coming from that direction were unmistakable for sexual orgies.

So the Cowboys moved me again, but back to close to my original position. A red light comes on now, revealing a beautiful couple. These ladies were in a sprawling 69. Blondie was on bottom, and Red was on top. Both girls had their hands nearly lost in each other’s twats, but Red was feverishly eating Blondie’s clit, making Blondie squirt every once in a while. Poor Blondie… she tried to keep up with her partner, but she was having a hard time of it because of the endless orgasms Red was putting her through.

By this time, my own cunt was on fire. It REALLY needed release, but I dare not move. My body betrayed me, though: I moaned – loudly.

“YOU WHORE! YOU FUCKING BITCH! HERE I AM GIVING YOU A SIGHT AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS THINK OF YOURSELF!!!”

But I can’t help it, you Bitch! I need release just like those women, but they get to HAVE their cake AND eat it. I don’t even get to have cake! I was so angry with the Voice. I suppose she felt that I shouldn’t move NOR talk. What the hell was I supposed to do when I see something I like?

“Now, enjoy the next show, Maggie, since you know now what NOT to do,” the Voice sneered.

The End.

 

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3 Comments on Dr. Maggie DVM: Part 5

3 Comments

  1. Read all of DR. Maggie great stories made me ride right along with her!!!! You need to continue her stories to good to end!!!!!!!!!!

    1. I loved this story.I could not put it down until I read it all. Well had to put it down to get my own toys to help me to continue reading it. Wonderful. Please I do hope you continue it. You are quite a good imaginative writer

  2. It started to be interesting , then the4re was the affair of Dr. Rose and Maggie, The only reason I kept reading this story was to know if they decided to continue. I hope they do and stop the parts of thew stories with male lovers.

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