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Collected by Djian
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Animal Story
PART THREE
It hurt a little whenever she moved her head. She wondered if it was
something you could get used to. At least he had mucked out her stall
and replaced the bedding.
She worried about the new girl. With Ralph said it would be a girl,
of course; the idea of a male assistant would never occur to him.
They would never see one another, of course. She wondered
whether Ralph might not develop a similar obsession with the new
girl. She hoped not, for the girl's sake. There were four more
stalls just like this one. She would hate to see them filled,
one by one.
The day passed slowly. In the late afternoon Ralph came in
and examined her neck again, then he took her "Walkies" again,
though this time there was no suggestion of sex. He didn't speak
to her at all except for one word commands. Still, there was a
kind of rough affection in the way he handled her and he stroked
her several times. It seemed clear to Mary that he was more and
more thinking of her as an animal, and that, at the same time his
obsession with her was receding.
For her own part both her anger and her fear seemed to be
lessening. Her main problem became dealing with the boredom. He
was feeding her the same food all the time. She supposed it was
some mixture of dry animal feeds. There were no feeding times to
give the day structure since there was food in the trough all the
time. He just topped it up when it was getting a bit low.
She could stand up, sit down or lie down. She could move
around within the narrow compass of the tether. She could eat
and drink whenever she wanted to. That was about it. When he
was not there there were no events. She found herself longing
for his visits and, when he did appear, she found herself feeling
a kind of frantic welcome. She imagined she was behaving like a
dog who welcomes its master home and, to her shame, it was not
something she could control.
It seemed to her that Ralph was deliberately subjecting her to
a kind of sensory deprivation to produce just this kind of
reaction. She was being conditioned to welcome his attentions as
a blessed relief from the sameness of her time alone and although
she was aware of the process there seemed nothing she could do
about it.
The following morning the pain in her neck was almost gone.
Her head would now move so that, on fours, she could face from a
little above the horizontal to straight down. It was now hard
for her to get into a position to look at any part of her own
body. When he came in that morning he had a tape measure and
made a whole series of measurements of her body which process
became rather a game. It left her very curious and he obviously
knew that because he laughed and said "you'll see".
Early that afternoon he came in leading a ram by a head
collar. He stopped in front of her stall. "King Tut VII meet
Mary. Mary, This is King Tut VII. King Tut here has the
distinction of being the most expensive animal ever to grace our
humble establishment. Isn't he beautiful?"
She had to agree that he was. Solidly built. Splendidly
symmetrical curling horns and a tight wool coat. He sniffed
curiously at her. For a sheep, his confidence alone and in
strange surroundings was the most impressive thing about him.
She spotted a shaved patch on the side of his abdomen with a
fresh surgical scar. He tethered the ram in front of her stall
while he opened the next stall along and put down fresh straw.
Then he led the ram into the stall and removed the head collar.
"His lordship is going to be staying with us for a few days.
Poor fellow had a huge kidney stone. Be polite. His pedigree is
a lot longer than yours."
He filled the beast's trough and left them. Mary and the ram
looked at one another through the bars that divided the two
stalls. He was such a handsome beast he made Mary feel inferior.
He moved better than she did, she suspected that he smelled
better than she did and he seemed more self possessed than she
was. She wanted to stroke him but even if the bars and the
tether hadn't been in the way she had no hands. He seemed quite
curious about her. At least he gave her something interesting to
look at.
When he came back that evening he was carrying a collar she
hadn't seen before, a pretty thing of silver plated chain links
which he left on the gate of her stall while he checked out King
Tut. When he had finished with the ram he put the collar on her
saying "You could have had this the first day if you hadn't been
such a bad girl. But I think you know better now and you've been
well behaved these last two days." In spite of herself she felt
absurdly pleased. Why did it matter so much to her what a
psychopath thought of her? The answer was distressingly simple.
She cared because it very much mattered to her well-being.
She decided the time had come to try and seduce him so when he
sat down for a rest she rubbed herself against his crotch and
curved her back. A pleasing bulge developed and he ran his hands
down her sides, making her feel hot. Then, just when she thought
she was getting somewhere he suddenly pushed her away and stood
up. "No," he said, as much to himself as to her. "It just
doesn't feel right."
She was still aroused when they got back to the barn and King
Tut seemed very aware of it. The ram's interest did not escape
Ralph's notice. "I wonder," He muttered and stood in thought a
moment. Then he chuckled and said "Well let's try it. It can't
do any harm. He's healed up well enough."
Instead of putting her into her stall he lead her into a
vacant loose box and tethered her to a ring against the back
wall, on a short enough leash so she could not lie down. A
moment later he released the ram into the box and said "Now,
Mary. I want you to offer our fullest hospitality to our
distinguished guest."
Well, she had wanted to touch the ram but she hadn't envisaged
anything like this. She was hot though. Well, why not? What
was she afraid of? Appearing degraded? So it was that when the
ram tentatively sniffed at her sex she made no attempt to evade
him, or to thwart him by sitting on her haunches but, instead
curved her back in invitation.
It was a strange experience, but then so had been her last
experience with Ralph. He did his thing quickly and efficiently,
his front hooves dangling against her forelegs. From the feel
there seemed to be an astonishing amount of cum. She could feel
it running down her leg. His fur was tickling her almost to
distraction but, although she didn't orgasm, there was a
considerable sense of relief. She wished she could see Ralph's
face to judge his reaction to all this. Even as the ram spasmed
inside her Ralph's reaction was very much on her mind. Was he
enjoying this or would he feel jealousy?
Afterwards Ralph laughed and left them there saying "Well. I
guess I'll just give you two lovebirds time to get aquainted."
She cursed him silently for not, at least, giving her a bit more
slack on the tether. The ram was now licking her ear and, in a
sudden access of affection, she turned and licked his muzzle.
Its taste was not very attractive but she did it again and he
seemed pleased.
She had suddenly felt an affinity with the beast that she had
never felt before with an animal. It wasn't the sex as such but
that neither of them was in control of their own sexuality, or
their lives. She felt now that her true kinship was with such
animals. Ralph was of another sort. What she felt for him had
little of affection in it. They were, in a very real sense,
opponents in a game of manipulation and she was playing to win.
The concentration she directed towards him was too intense to
allow for emotion.
A few minutes later King Tut seemed ready for seconds. She
could have refused him then. Her own heat had passed and Ralph
wasn't there to say yea or nay but that feeling of comradeship
was still with her. She knew that the ram would rarely, if ever,
get an uninterrupted go at a real ewe. Artificial insemination
had always seemed rather mean spirited to her. She decided to
co-operate.
Although, this time, she had less initial sexual interest,
without Ralph watching she found herself paying far more
attention this time to what they were doing. As she felt the
animal's cock searching for her vagina she found herself moving
to accommodate him. For the moment of coupling all thought of
her overall predicament was gone from her mind, perhaps for the
first time since she had woken after her transformation. Their
orgasms were simultaneous. Her only regret was that, in the way
of most animals, he didn't linger.
Afterwards he went back to licking her body and she did her
feeble best to return his grooming, though the tether was a
maddening obstacle. Suddenly her eyes filled with tears. This
animal, she thought, understands affection in a way Ralph never
will. She felt a great pity for Ralph then. He seemed barely
alive, a kind of cinema zombie. It seemed to her then that she
and King Tut were equals and that Ralph was less than either of
them. She bent her back again hopefully willing the ram to make
the most of their brief time together.
When Ralph came back to return them to their respective stalls
he had a kind of schoolboy grin on his face which Mary found
disturbing. He did not speak but she had the impression of some
victory in contemplation. A victory over her she had little
doubt. Even though her neck was now giving her little trouble
and she had learned to ignore the nose ring she slept uneasily
that night. She still reeked of King Tut's cum which Ralph had
made no attempt to clean up. He seemed to prefer her dirty and
malodorous. The horses were mucked out religiously every morning
even though they were out in the fields by day but her straw
hadn't been changed since the last operation.
The next mornings visit he seemed hurried, but that silly grin
was still there. In the evening, at the time she had got used to
expecting him, he didn't appear. She began to worry a little.
Had something happened to him? If anything did happen to him how
long would it be before someone checked on the livestock?
When he finally appeared it was fully dark. He was carrying
an instrument bag and what looked like a bundle of fur. He moved
her to the loose box again and used a short piece of cord to tie
her nose ring to the ring on the wall, leaving her with her face
almost flattened against the wall, unable to see what he was up
to. A moment later she felt a series of cold metal instruments
in he vagina. He didn't hurt her of course, he knew what he was
doing, but it was a very uncomfortable experience.
He finished whatever he was doing and after a moment during
which she heard him putting the instruments away then he undid
the cord. "On your back!" he ordered. He was unfolding the
bundle of fur. She saw that it was a kind of coat which he began
to put on her. It was made of some stretchy fur fabric. He
pulled in on over her legs and then got her to stand up while he
zipped it up her back. It enveloped her whole body up to the
neck. He looked at it critically, pulling it straight and
checking the fit, particularly around the crotch. The fur colour
was quite a good match for her dark hair.
He had her walk around the box, and take various positions to
see how it moved on her. It felt very odd to her. For a start
she hadn't worn anything at all for five days but the way it
clung to her whole body was strange and sensual. He left it on
her for the regular walk and it began to seem comfortable, if a
little too hot. When they got back he made some chalk marks on
the coat before he took it off her, she presumed he was planning
some adjustments.
As he pulled if off she saw that it had openings at the
crotch, presumably so that she could relieve herself although she
could see that the coat would inevitably get filthy in that area
if she did. But then, she had already realised that he liked her
to be filthy. It also came with a short stuffed tail. Still,
she remembered the time before the neck operation that she had
been left outside in the late evening and she thought that there
would be times when the coat would be a blessing. She would have
liked to have seen herself in it.
It was several days before she found out about the other
thing. One morning he took a blood sample from her. A couple of
hours later he came back in with a broad smirk. By this time she
thought she had got far beyond shock. She was mistaken.
"Remember your friend King Tut?" he asked. "Well. His visit
gave me an idea and an opportunity. I didn't know whether it was
possible but it looks like it's going to work." He took a deep
breath, apparently trying to control laughter. "Mary, he said,
"you are going to have a little lamb." And, as it started to
sink in, "I can't guarantee fleece as white as snow, but I
suspect that it will go everywhere you do.
End