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WARNING!  This story contains explicit
scenes of both homosexual and "straight"
bestiality.  If this is not your cup of
tea, and you have a closed mind and don't
wish to experiment, then it was nice
to meet you.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:       (Feel free to skip this part.)

This is my first attempt at creative writing since 1979.  I had several
goals in mind while creating this piece:

   1. Write erotica, not pornography.  Erotica has artistic content
      and/or some assemblage of socially redeeming value.

   2. Create an interesting character.  Get inside his head.  Percieve
      the world through his thoughts, whether right or wrong.

   3. Write something unique.  Although horses seem to be a favorite
      topic in bestiality literature, I have not seen them presented
      in the manner told below.

   4. Write something that is somewhat realistic.  Hyperbole is fine,
      but come on, folks, horses don't have 48 inch penises, and I find
      it very hard to believe that a girl can screw a horse hanging
      upside down, grasping his belly with her bare arms and legs.

Why take on bestiality as a subject?

      I don't know.  Just an inspiration sparked by reading some stories.
      I consider it the ultimate taboo, which makes its forbidden nature
      all the more appealing.  I am not a practiced bestialist, nor do I
      really know anything about horses, (both of these facts will
      probably be evident) but it was an interesting exercise to try to
      experience it solely through imagination.  I learned some things
      about myself on the way.

Unfortunately, I must remain anonymous.  I don't think my employer would
approve of the use of his resources, even during lunch breaks and
weekends.  However, I would welcome comments.  Did I achieve my goals?
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=============================== "Equus" =================================
====================== by Mr. Anonymous Pen Name ========================

"You want the job, it's yours, kid."

My heart lept.  But I controlled my reaction and managed a not-too-eager
response.  "Great.  When do I start."  He was a jerk, but I wouldn't really
be working for him.  Probably never leaves his office except to punch out.

"You can start tonight working swingshift.  You'll be doubling as a night
watchman and stablehand.  The watchman part is pretty easy -- nothing ever
happens around here.  The stablehand part is more demanding.  All of the
horses that board here have to be groomed each night before 9:30.  Their
owners like 'em nice and clean in the morning.  Have you ever groomed a
horse before?"

"Not really."  He glared at me as if I had just asked permission to squeeze
his daughter's tits.

"'Not really.'  What the hell does that mean?  You have 'sort of' groomed a
horse before?  You have groomed a water buffalo before?  What?"

[This was a lousy start.]  "No - I - have - not - ever - groomed - a -
horse - before."  He continued, apparently unaware of my sarcasm.

"Well, it ain't mentally challenging.  Just brush their coats and sponge
'em off, use a grooming harness if you want, but you have to be thorough.
I mean, you have to wash EVERYTHING, you get my drift?"

"I think so."  Exactly what I had had in mind, actually.  My levis were
getting uncomfortably tight.  I put a hand in my pocket to readjust things.

"A stable ain't no place for the squeemish.  Horses are big, sweaty, and
smelly, especially after a hot day like this.  You have to wash them with
warm water, otherwise they get sick.  Make sure you get under the tail and
don't forget to do the genitals."

[I won't.]  "Okay."

"I'm not going to bullshit you.  This job is a lot of work.  You have four
thoroughbreds to do each night, including feeding, watering, and cleaning
there stalls.  The pay isn't great, and the work is less than glamorous,
so it pretty much has to be a labor of love.  Hope you like horses."

"Uh huh, ever since I was a kid.  I never got much chance to ride them,
but I always found them fascinating.  Such powerful, yet docile animals."

"Yeah, well, they ain't always docile.  They can be mean sons of bitches
when they want to be, especially when they're in heat.  That's why we keep
the stallions separated from the mares.  One whiff of a mare in season and
a stallion can go ape shit.  It would sure make my life easier if these
yuppie Sunday afternoon horse owners would get their damn horses knifed,
but they only keep 'em as an investment.  Bottom line: a stallion is worth
more than a gelding.  Shit, I hate pricks with money."

I suddenly felt sorry for them.  I wasn't sure which was worse: to be
perpetually horny and celibate, or to be castrated (and thus, celibate!)
Based on my current state of arousal, I think I would choose castration.

"Come on.  I'll introduce you to your new masters."

[Hmm.  An interesting thought.]

We walked over to the stables, two long and narrow buildings facing each
other.  Most of the stalls were empty.

"It's a lot quieter around here, now that it's the off-season.  We only
board four horses here on a regular basis.  Three fillies over there, and
one big dude over here.  Watch out for him.  He gets a little nervous
sometimes."

He was magnificent.  Big, black, and beautiful, standing in profile with
his back left hoof resting on its tip, like he was modelling for a horse's
fashion magazine.  He turned to me, and then, as if to tease, slowly let
down his big black beautiful penis, and let loose the proverbial Yangtze,
all the time challenging me with his eyes.  <<You want this horse cock?
You'll have to earn it.>>

"Wow."

I snapped out of my trance, realizing I had verbalized my passion.

"Don't worry about that too much.  The straw soaks up most of it.  Just
sweep it outside, and someone'll come by in the morning with a tractor.
Let's go meet the ladies."

While we walked to the other stable, I glanced back over my shoulder.
Black was still looking at me, his massive organ distended as the flood
gradually reduced to a trickle.  As he shifted his weight, it swung like a
clock pendulum.  My mind reeled.  It was a lot bigger than I had
anticipated.  My god, it had to be 18 inches flaccid!  I wanted it, but I
was terrified of it.

The penis jerked a couple of times, squirting out the last few ounces of
urine, and then slowly retracted back into its pouch.  <<Now you're hooked.
But getting it won't be easy.>>  He casually turned his head away, shook
his mane, and snorted.  <<You'll be back.>>

We entered the other stable.  There were two bays and a snow white Arabian
mare in three adjacent stalls.  The bays were fairly attractive, but the
white mare was right out of a romantic novel, the quintessence of purity
and virtue.  And yet, 50 yards away, was an equally perfect example of
dark power and lust.  The whole thing seemed rather mythic.

White appeared somewhat agitated at our presence.  I reached out to pat
her head.  She calmed down, but kept switching her tail more than
necessary to fight off flies, of which, there were very few.

"Seems like there's always at least one of them in heat at any given
time.  It's pretty obvious which one, too.  The stall always smells
particularly randy.  You get used to it."

Silently, I inhaled slow and deep, pretending to listen to his jabbering
while concentrating on the scent of horse sex.  My hard-on pounded,
uncomfortably restrained inside my pants.  It was White.  Her aroma was
intense, but oh so savory.  No wonder it drives stallions wild.

For a moment I was confused about my feelings.  Not thirty seconds ago,
horse cock was what I craved.  Now horse pussy was all I could think of.
It didn't matter.  Take life as it comes.

"You have to be careful grooming the ones in heat.  Stay out of their line
of fire, especially while working on their backsides.  A kick in the head
ain't no picnic, and I'm speaking from experience."

[She wouldn't kick me.  Not if I treat her right; not if she knows my
 intentions.  I don't blame her for kicking HIM, though.  Asshole.]

We approached the bay mares.  One was facing forward, while the other was
facing away.  Neither of them seemed to notice us.  In fact, they seemed
rather oblivious to everything.

"Don't they get kind of bored just standing around all day?"

"Bored?  Hell, who knows.  Horses are pretty dumb animals.  More instinct
than brains."

"But you can train them.  They have to have SOME intelligence."

"Kid, you can train a cockroach if you know what it wants.  It ain't any
different for horses.  Give 'em what they want and they'll do what you
want.  If you do it long enough, it becomes habit.  Then cause and effect
don't mean nothin' anymore.

[He was wrong.  These animals can think.  They may not be Einsteins, but
 they have feelings.  I will treat them right.  I won't use them.  I will
 love them.  And they will know the difference.]

He glanced at his watch.

"Shit, the game's started.  If you got no further questions, your shift
starts at 6 tonight.  I'll probably catch you on my way out."

He shook my hand muttering some 'welcome aboard' bullshit and then
jogged back to his TV.

I approached the bay facing me, and leaned over the gate of her stall.
I reached out with both hands on either side of her face and gently pulled
her toward me.  She obliged by stepping to the gate.  We looked deep into
each other's eyes.

"Don't despair," I whispered.  "I will take good care of you.  I will be
here when you need me.  I will love you when you need love."

I leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her mouth.  The other bay
turned toward me and hung her head over the gate.  I reached out to
caress the side of her face, then kissed her, too.

"You do sense my sincerity, don't you.  we're all going to have a great
time together.  But tonight, there is one here who needs me most."

I approached White's stall and gingerly climbed over the gate.  She
became agitated again, stepping back and forth, stomping the ground.

"Shh.  It's okay."  I gently hugged her neck and kissed the side of her
face while massaging the powerful muscles around her neck and front legs.
"Don't be upset.  I'm not going to hurt you."  She settled down, again.
I slowly made my way along her side, pressing my body against hers,
hugging her like a rock climber hugs a sheer mountain cliff.  I pressed
my nose into her ribs.  She smelled so sweet.

As I approached her backside, she stopped switching her tail and held it
up, as if she were going to urinate, but nothing came out.  She was
beckoning me.  I reached my hand all the way around until it disappeared
under her tail.  I closed my eyes, my face still pressed into her side,
while I explored her with a delicate touch.  I wanted to experience her
entire being with each sense individually: first smell, then touch, then
taste.  My hand found the dimple of her asshole, slightly wet with manure.
I didn't mind.  I pressed a finger lightly into it.  It slid in without
any resistance.  So smooth.  So moist.  So warm.  I wanted this moment to
last forever, yet desired to explore further.  I pulled out and eased down
to her pussy.  It was oozing with love potion.  She was in heat, all right.

I ran my fingers all around her vagina, covering them with her wetness.
I slid three fingers in and gently rotated them around inside of her.
"This is called 'foreplay,' my darling."  She responded by clamping down
on my hand.  I could tell she was enjoying it.  She began wiggling her
rear, trying to achieve deeper penetration by stepping backward, but she
through me off balance.  I fell backward and landed on my ass.

I looked around for something to pull myself up with when I noticed a
shadow outside approaching the stable entrance.  [Shit!  What am I
doing!  My shift doesn't start until 6!]  I scrambled to my feet and
vaulted over the gate.  A tobacco-chewing hick in overalls and a pitchfork
came in.  I guess he didn't see me at first, his eyes dimmed from the
sunlight, but as soon as he reached the shade of the stable, he jumped
back with a start.

"Holy shit!"  He caught his breath, then pointed the pitchfork at me.
"What the fuck are you doing in here?"

"Nothing!"  [That was lame. Get a hold of yourself.]  "I...I work here,
now.  Got the job today.  Just looking the place over."

"Looks to me like you been taking a roll in the hay -- make that horseshit.
You got a girl in here, asswipe?"

"No, man.  Really!  I'm working the night shift.  The boss just brought
me over here to check out the horses, that's all."

"Oh yeah, then how come they shit all over you."

[Calm down.  Take control.]  I started brushing off the straw and manure
stuck to my pants.

"I slipped, okay?  What the fuck's wrong with you.  If you don't believe
me, then let's go talk to the boss.  I'm sure he won't mind missing
halftime to straighten this whole thing out."

The pitchfork wavered while he pondered the situation, then he finally
gave in.

"Fuck it.  Get out of my way."

He stabbed a pile of straw, flipped it into a wheelbarrow, then rolled
it outside, making sure to bump me on the way out.

"You working the night shift?  I suggest you come back at NIGHT!"

[And a fine 'how do you do' to you, too.]  I turned back to White.

"Sorry, my love, I guess we'll just have to wait till sundown."  I bent
forward and gave her a long wet kiss on the mouth.  Her tongue met mine
as if to say, "I'll be waiting."

I blew a kiss to the other two mares, then went home to plan the evening.

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I was back by 5:59.  This being my first day on the job, I didn't want
to start off as a slouch.  (Though, something told me that I had pretty
good job security, since most folks didn't find this job as appealing as
I did.)

The boss had already split.  Typical.  Good riddance, actually.  The
hillbilly was nowhere to be seen either.  I was all alone.  Perfect!

Actually, it was always my intention to perform the specified duties
of the job, but a few extracurricular activities mutually beneficial to
man and equine wouldn't hurt -- it just may take me a little longer to get
everything done.  So what if I'm slow.  I'm the kind of guy who likes to
take his time.

It was a warm evening for October.  Indian summer was in full swing, and
the sky sparkled.  Everything told me tonight was the night to lose one's
virtue.

I started the shift with Black.  I found a bucket and brush in the corner
next to a water heater.  (These horses actually have it pretty good.  The
only thing missing was a hot tub!)  I filled the bucket with pleasantly
warm water, then went to work.  I started scrubbing his head and neck,
taking it easy to see how he felt about the brush and me, working my way
towards his rear, saving the best part for last.

"How are you doing big guy?  Do you like this?"

He stood very still, but also very aware of me.  He especially seemed to
enjoy the brush.  The harder I scrubbed, the more he leaned into it.  I
imagine there are a lot of places that itch and never get scratched until
now.  We were getting off to an excellent start.  He was very accommodating
as I scrubbed his neck, legs, back, and belly.  Now it was time for his
ass.

For this more delicate area, I used a large soft sponge.  I lifted his
tail and pressed the warm sponge into his asshole.  The cleansing water
gushed out and down his back legs.  He shifted about for a few moments,
apparently taken by surprise, but calmed down quickly, as I continued to
massage his ass with wet warmth.

"You like that, don't you big fella.  I don't think I've ever seen such
a clean asshole as yours.  Yessiree, your momma would be proud."

Of course, I had to make sure it was clean.  Wouldn't be doing my job if
I didn't.  I grabbed hold of his haunches, placed my head under his tail,
my nose microns from his rosebud, and inhaled as deeply as I could.
"Smells clean to me."  I stuck out my tongue and lightly drew several rings
around his anus.  He did not move a muscle.  He wanted this as much as I.
"Yep, tastes just as clean as it smells."  My tongue spiraled into the
black hole as I pressed my face between his cheeks.  His anus seemed to
open up to my tongue.  He snorted, but did nothing to stop me.  My tongue
probed his inner rectum, feeling the soft warm skin inside, tasting his
flesh, cleaning him thoroughly.  My head was swimming.  This was heaven.

We stood locked in this embrace for several minutes.  But I had other
duties to perform that night.  Reluctantly, I disengaged.

"Well, big guy, I promised the boss I'd pay special attention to your
genitals.  Is that all right with you?"

He swished his tail.  I guess so.  I bent down along his side to assess the
situation.  To my disappointment he was not erect, whereas, I was ready to
explode.  <<I said it wasn't going to be easy.>>  "That's okay, I enjoy a
challenge."

I refilled the bucket with warm water, not too warm, just the right
temperature that a mare might be.  I resoaked the sponge and daubed his
impressive testicles.  Two perfect black tennis balls hanging behind
and 8-inch hairy foreskin pouch, his penis out of sight, waiting for
fanfare to make its a grand entrance.  His balls swayed as I sponged all
around them.  I squeezed warm water onto his sheath and gently stroked him
to coax him out, but to no avail.  He was playing games with me.  He knew
what I wanted, but wasn't going to give it to me for free.  I had to please
him, first.

"Okay Mr. Black.  It seems a little mouth action is in order."  With that,
I opened wide and engulfed his left testicle, attacking it with a merciless
tongue, sucking hard, covering it with saliva.  No reaction.

[Perhaps he likes it rough.]  I bit down in a mock attempt to separate his
balls.  Wrong move.  He kicked the ground with his hind leg and jerked the
testicle out of my mouth.  I hadn't hurt him, but apparently that was not
the right approach.

"Well, there's nothing left to do but go for the jugular."  I crawled
underneath him and knelt down.  The opening to his foreskin stared straight
at me.  His balls hung symmetrically behind it.  A loaded cannon if ever I
saw one.

I craned my neck up, opened as wide as I could, and sealed my lips around
his cock pouch.  I began to suck while my tongue explored him.  I licked
circles inside of him in much the same way as I had worked his ass, soaking
him with my juices while lapping up his.  The tip of my tongue located his
cock head deep inside the sheath.  I strained my tongue, encircling his
glans and tickling his pisshole.  His taste was sharp, but well worth it.

My efforts were rewarded.  His cock slowly emerged from its refuge, pushed
my tongue back and entered my mouth.  [Ha!  That wasn't so hard.]  It grew
at a constant rate as it slid past my lips -- but it wouldn't stop.  It
pushed my tongue out of the way and pressed against the back of my throat.
I started to gag.  I tried to straighten my neck, but there was no way in
hell it was going to fit down my throat.  Still, I refused to let go.  I
relinquished the grip I had on his pouch instead, and backed off at the
same rate as his shaft lengthened, the tip still pressing against my
tonsils.  When it was at full length, I grabbed onto it with both hands
and began gently milking and sucking.

Then he let me have it.  He gushed forth like a firehose!  My mouth filled
with such force that my head was thrown back, and the spray pelted my face
and hair.  I turned my face away in order to find air during this onslaught,
and then realized I was being baptized with horse piss.  I just sat there
pointing this dick at my head, gasping for breath while a golden shower
rained down my face.  I'm sure he thought it was amusing.  I started to
laugh, myself.

"Good one.  Very funny.  Looks like the joke's all over me.  Fair enough."

I turned to face his flood as it began to wane, letting it drench my face
and mouth, like a parched soldier drinking from a canteen.  I swallowed
several mouthfuls until his reservoir dried up, then licked his cock clean
as it withdrew back into hibernation.

"You may have won this round, my friend, but I'm not beaten yet."  [In my
best Arnold Schwarzenegger:]  "I'll be back."

I filled his trough with food and water, then went outside and hosed off.
The water heater was a blessing.

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