XXX-Fiction

Part 8

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.

*****

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.

*****

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.