This starts out kinda slow, but it does get better. At least I think so. This is also my first story. I really hope you like it. :D


Part 1

I’d always loved animals. I mean, ever since I could remember, I think I had a special bond with them. But today… today really freaked me out.

When I was a child, I knew I was supposed to be a veterinarian. I graduated high school with a 4.0 to I assure myself I could go to any college I wanted to go to, simply because of my academics. All through high school I worked at Lower River Animal Hospital to get more accustomed to working with animals, and get references for Vet. School. I graduated from med school with a 4.0 too. It wasn’t until I was 25 and in vet school, that I started to be more in tune to animals and their needs.

I finally graduated vet school, and went back to work at Lower River Animal Hospital as Dr. Rose McKown DVM vet apprentice/intern. Dr. Rose, as she liked to be called, was a specialist in large animals, but she had her degree in all animals, great and small, exotic and common. She walked me through each step she took every time so I knew what I should be doing. She often quizzed me so I’d have to start thinking for myself. Therefore, when I got my own practice, I’d be ready. But I wasn’t ready. Not for what happened today.

Dr. Rose took me on a routine call. She had a couple of Coggin’s tests to take on a well-to-do stable close to downtown, and she needed my help. I usually go just to make sure the horse’s pictures are taken, write down any info the owner needs/wants, and write the info on the blood vial. Pretty routine. But when we were in Sassy’s stall, she did not want to have anything to do with that needle. Dr. Rose saw that Sassy was tense, but I heard Sassy’s thoughts.

“Please don’t poke me with that. It hurts.”

“What did you say, Dr. Rose?”

“Nothing. Why?” she inquired. Dr. Rose looked at me quizzically.

“Oh,” I answered. “I thought you’d said something. Sorry,” I smiled and got back to writing down Sassy’s information.

“Please, please don’t. I know it’s gonna hurt, and I don’t like to be poked with those things.”

“Okay, Dr. Rose. What are you talking about? I know you said something.” I looked at her with interest.

“Maggie, I didn’t say anything. What exactly did you hear?” She prepared the vial and the needle, but turned to face me. I recalled what I heard and Dr. Rose seemed to be fascinated. She told me she had heard of people who could “hear” animals – kinda like a Dr. Doolittle – but in real life. She didn’t put any stock in the “Animal Psychics” but believed that people could hear animal’s thoughts if they listened hard enough.

“What is Sassy thinking now, Maggie?”
I listened. I didn’t hear any thoughts.

“Nothing right now. It’s just when you get close to her with the needle that she starts to talk to me. What am I saying? Horses can’t talk, can they Doc?”

“Not like you or I,” Dr. Rose answered sweetly. “But if you listen with your heart, you can sense what they mean. I know that sounds all ‘Pocahontas’ and stuff, but I believe it can be done.” Dr. Rose answered my question in a sweet, but slightly condescending tone, and I started to bristle.

“Well, I love animals, and I know they have body language, but they can’t talk,” I quickly answered. I didn’t want to believe that I was hearing a horse talk to me. It was just too weird.

“We’ve got a lot of work to do. Let’s keep going,” Dr. Rose continued.

“Please, Maggie. It’s me, Sassy. I heard what you said, and I AM talking to you. I really don’t like those pokey things. It hurts. Is there anyway to do this without poking me?”

Okay, this was far enough. I started to grow furious, because Sassy’s voice seemed to be coming directly from Dr. Rose. Yet, when I thought it through, I remembered Dr. Rose telling me that she had given blood, and had at one time had to have an I.V. drip when she was anemic. She never once told me that she hated needles. So, I erred on the safe side. Not letting on, I decided to take a different course of action.

“Hey Doc? Is there any other way to get a Coggin’s test without having to get poked with needles?” I wanted Sassy to hear that I had heard her, but didn’t wand Dr. Rose to think I was a kook.

“Unfortunately not, Maggie. Blood has to be drawn so it can be tested for viruses that may be spread to other horses, or for inconsistencies that need to be dealt with. I know Sassy’s tense. I don’t like drawing blood out of horses when they’re tense. It gives them bruises, or leaves a bad impression, and they don’t trust us vets anymore. Why don’t you stay here and calm her down a bit. I’ll go do a couple more with Fred’s help, okay?”

“Sounds fine,” I agreed. She left the vial and the needle with me. I shrugged my shoulders and tried to smooth the tenseness out of Sassy’s neck and shoulders. I thought it through in a split second. If I can hear Sassy’s thoughts, then I should be able to talk back to her and we’ll settle her down.

“Sassy? Can you hear me? I know you know my name, but allow me to introduce myself. I’m Maggie, and I’ve come to help Dr. Rose. Did you hear what she said about having to take blood? She and your owner just want to make sure you don’t have any diseases. We all want to make sure you’re healthy – inside and out,” I told her as I gently groomed her body with my hands. I couldn’t believe I was thinking that to a horse, but heck, we talk to them, why not actually try to communicate, right?

“I hear you, Maggie. It’s just that ever since I can remember, I never liked those pokey things. They hurt, and always leave a sore spot that takes weeks to go away. Please think of another way,” Sassy pleaded with her big eyes and soft nose. She nudged me a bit then rested her head on my shoulder.

“Tell you what, Sassy. I’ll stand here and massage your neck. I want you to think of walking through the field playing with your friends or eating grass. Think of the best ride with your owner. What’s her name?” I asked, trying to take her mind off of the needle.

“Susan. My owner’s name is Susan. She and I like to go out on the trails and jump the fallen trees. Sometimes I get really excited and get too fast, but Susan knows how to ride, and she enjoys the thrill. I think I over heard her saying to her friend about taking me on a fox hunt. Have you ever been on a fox hunt, Maggie? It sounds… OUCH!”

I pulled the needle from her neck just as Sassy was thinking about the fox hunt. “Sassy, did you feel the needle going in?” I asked.

“No, but I thought I told you I didn’t like needles. You hurt me!”

“Yes, I apologize for that. That was my first time taking a Coggin’s test. I tried to pull it out smoothly as you were telling me about what you and Susan like to do. I got your mind off the needle, though, right?” I said with a smile. I knew Sassy was not happy with me, and that many horses really distrust vets after something like this. I needed to let Sassy know that everything was fine.

“Yes, maybe you did, but it still stung. I’m sure you’re satisfied with yourself now. You got your blood. Now get out of my stall before I kick you.”

“Sassy, you wouldn’t do that. I’m sorry I made you mad. Is your neck sore at all?” I smiled, confident that her neck was not sore, and that she didn’t feel anything more than that small prick of the needle coming out.

“No. Hey! No, it’s not sore! You… you took my blood, and poked me, but, my neck’s not sore! Thank you, Maggie! Thank you for taking my mind off the pokey thing!” Sassy bobbed her head in excitement, knowing that she was no longer afraid of the “pokey thing.”

Laughing, I patted her nose, gave her extra apple treats, and exited her stall. I met up with Dr. Rose just a couple stalls down and recounted what had happened. Dr. Rose, being an intelligent but open person, accepted the fact that I can talk to horses and kept on taking the blood tests.

This post has been edited by weirdemperor on May 26 2008, 01:40 PM

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Fantastic start!!!

Super job!!!

A BIG 10 from me.........in2k9s :puppykiss:


More :please:

Hmm, interesting.

Good start, please go on.

A 10 from me.

Part 2

Going from horse to horse, I tried to talk to each of them, getting to know them better. There were some interesting conversations we had, but none stuck with me quite as much as the one I had with High.

High and Mighty was his name, and boy did he know it. He was a beautiful grey Arabian stallion that was the sire of many of the foals around the barn.

“And I know them all by name too, Maggie. In fact, I smell you’ve been in Sassy’s stall. She doesn’t like needles. How’d you get her blood?”

I snickered at High. What did he care about Sassy? And how did he know I’d been in her stall, anyway? I had to know. As I walked my way up to his nose to let him smell me, I asked,
“High, how did you know I’d been in Sassy’s stall?”

“I smell her on you, Maggie. Even though I smell other horses on you too, I smell her the most. Did you groom her?”

Amazed at his perception, I continued, “Yes, I did. She doesn’t like needles, so I rubbed her body down so she’d trust me. Oh, I did touch her tail. Is that what you smell?” I smiled. High was a horn dog! …In a manner of speaking. He could smell her sex just from me touching her tail!

“I smell her sex on you. She’s in heat, and I smell it. Look what it does to me,” He turned his head toward his tail and I saw his penis out about 10 inches. Oh, fuck, does that look delicious. I eyed it, oogled over it…

“You like it?” He asked.

“Hell, yeah I like it, High. What girl wouldn’t like a prick that big?” I all but drooled over it, and he knew it. Still in the back of my head I knew I was supposed to be professional, but I had to touch it. High must have sensed this.

“Go ahead. Touch me. I love it. The owners here often jack me off so they can get mares pregnant without me mounting them. What’s that called?”

“Artificial insemination,” I told him automatically. I wasn’t really paying attention to what he was telling me. All I could do was keep my eyes on that wonderful prick of his. I took quick calculations of it as I began to lightly touch it. High pushed more out of his sheath, and when all was extended, he had a perfect 20 inch long cock, with a four inch spongy head. My panties were wet.

“Are you going to jack me off too? Would you please? I need some release. Smelling Sassy on you has made me need release.” He nuzzled my hand where I’d touched Sassy. This horse was too intelligent for his own good. But hearing the thought, thinking the deed, and seeing the result all before it actually happened made me cream my panties right then. I looked out the stall door to make sure there was no one close by. He nudged my back, urging me to pay attention to him once more. I stared down at his larger-than-life hanging member, and my mouth watered. I really wanted to lick him.

“Can I lick you, High? I want my warm tongue all over your cock. Let me lick you.”

“Cock? Oh, yes. Your words are somewhat new to me, but I’m sure if you keep on, I’ll learn.”

I kept on. I talked so dirty to High that his cock twitched and he dry humped a couple times. I knelt down in his stall, which was surprisingly clean, and placed both of my hands on his huge cock. Not a novice to the male species of humans, I thought that horses might like their cocks stroked too. Before bringing the tip to my mouth, I stroked him several times. He nickered softly and turned his head to me. He pushed on the back of my head making my face closer to his pulsing prick. Bringing up the head to my mouth, I wet my lips not knowing what to expect. Of course I’d given head before, just not to a horse.

I rolled my tongue around the tip of his penis, dipping it into his hole every once in a while. I knew I had to hurry, but this was something that was a first for me, so I also wanted to take my time. I noticed his penis was very clean too, which is unusual for many stallions. Seeing this, I licked up his penis all the way to his balls. He had a sweaty, salty taste, but was definitely not like a man’s taste. I liked it. I wanted more.

“High, I want you to come for me. Do you understand ‘come’? I want you to spill your seed for me. Can you do that?”

“Maggie, I understand. Grip my ‘cock’ and stroke it like you were doing earlier.”

I chuckled under my breath as I gripped his long cock and stroked it. I could tell he was learning the “foul language of lovers” and using it quite correctly. I also loved being told what to do. He humped a little bit to get a rhythm going. Every once in a while I’d bring the tip up so I could taste his pre-cum. Oh, how I wanted to get naked and take his cum all over my body. But I knew I didn’t really have time… today. Before long, he humped in my hands and spurted thick white cum all over the stall floor. I made sure to get some on my hand before it was all spent. I licked my fingers, and from there I was hooked. I loved this new “power” I had – being able to talk to horses, and I loved sucking and stroking horse cock. I wanted more.

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Great story... I am looking forward to the next installment!!

Hmmm... I'm wondering am I really doing a good job? :( 540+ views and only three comments. I might wait a while for the next part.

:thinking:

cool story please keep going.

love the story, it is a good start. can't wait for more.

The beast version of Dr Dolittle.... EXCELLENT! Please continue.

Don't worry you are doing great. Please continue

Can Maggie speak with other animals as well?

Please let me endeavour to re-assure you regarding continuing. This story is refreshingly different and had me feeling consistently enthusiastic during the read. Frankly, I was somewhat disappointed when the piece came to an end and there was no more. Opportunities for this work would seem to be endless, and for what you have contributed so far, I thank you warmly.

Awwee... TY archfor for your encouraging words. This is my first story. I'm still getting a "feel" for this (if y'all know what I mean), and I AM in the process of continuing.

Maggie seems to be a great girl. You'll have to stay tuned to see if she talks to other animals or not. :lol:

Sex is coming! I promise!

Part 3

As I locked my apartment door behind me, I could still smell High’s sweet cum on my hand. I licked it again, hoping that I’d missed a spot earlier when I licked my hand clean at the stable. Remembering that I’d almost been caught by Dr. Rose gave me a chuckle. She came back to High’s stall to check on me just as his prick was going back into his sheath. She saw the wet spot on the floor… how could she not? But she commented that he must have just peed. Right… peed. I chuckled again.

Forgetting that I was hungry, I made a bee-line straight for my bedroom. I had to do something about my own frustration. Getting High off was wonderful, and as I stripped, I thought of his big, juicy cock going up inside me. I didn’t know anything about bestiality, so I didn't know how it would have been possible. All I knew was that I wanted something to fill my pussy. Fully naked, I flopped on my bed with my favorite vibe. I didn’t need any lube this time. I just stroked it up and down my pussy folds and got it all wet. I’d never tasted myself, but I did this time. I licked the vibe with my own juices, and got even hotter – if that was possible. I rammed that purple prick in my cunt and stroked so hard it was as if my pussy was on fire. I kept thinking about High and his huge penis that I orgasmed over and over. Somehow, I knew I had to have a horse cock in me, and I was determined it was going to be soon. I passed out from my personal purple phallus poking, and woke up the next day sick from an empty stomach.

I had a lot to do today, and had to make myself keep my mind on what I was doing. I made a good breakfast, and with the toast and eggs leftover, I made myself an egg sandwich for lunch along with a single-serving bag of chips, two bottled waters, an apple, and the memories of yesterday. Thinking about it made my panties get moist, but knowing I had to have a clear mind, I saved those thoughts for later.

Arriving at the animal hospital, I saw Dr. Rose get out of her truck. She carries most of her vet supplies in her truck bed carriers, but since she’s a vet for great and small, exotic and common, she also has an office building where people can come in to get their pets checked and so forth. Today was her “off” day in that even though she was on call, she spent most of her time at the office instead of at stables.

“How did you make out with High yesterday, Maggie?” She inquired when we got to the door. I thought for sure she’d found out, but from the look on her face, it seemed a genuine question, and not one of prior knowledge.

“Oh, he’s a beaut, Dr. Rose. I can see why he’s the favorite with everyone, not just the mares! He’s so muscular, but his features are so soft. I fell in love with him at once!” A small blush appeared as I thought that entire conversation could be taken sexually. Although I meant it that way, I’d hoped it didn’t appear that way. Dr. Rose only smiled. She walked back to her office, and I started the day’s paperwork. I was appointed the task of getting the day’s patients folders out and making sure all was up to date. Not a glamorous job, but at least I knew what I was doing. My education was becoming very well-rounded. Chuckling at that thought, and wanting to taste High’s head again, I called back to Dr. Rose’s office and told her I’d like to go see Sassy. I wanted to make sure we were still “friends.”

“That’ll be fine. While you’re there, see if the owner of Hypnosis left a check for me. She was supposed to yesterday evening. It should be in the stable office.”

“No problem,” I told her. “I’ll get it.”

“Oh, and Maggie?”

I’d heard that tone in my Mom’s voice before I was in trouble. Here it comes, I thought.

“Give High a big hug for me too, okay?” Dr. Rose let out a little giggle. I’d have to ask her about that some time.
Once at the stable, I made sure to find the office first and get Dr. Rose’s payment. I didn’t want to forget, although that would have given me an excuse to come back. Seeing no one around to announce why I was there, I quickly made my way to Sassy’s stall. I audibly called to her from several stalls away so she wouldn’t be startled when I entered her stall.

“Sassy! Sweet girl! It’s Maggie.” I called to her as I continued walking. “I’ve come to check on you and your neck. Are you sore?”

“No, Maggie. I’m not sore. I’m sorry for being upset with you yesterday. It’s just, you took me by surprise, and I was hurt.”

I understood that “hurt” to be emotionally and not so much physically. I felt bad and apologized again to her. Stroking her soft, velvety muzzle, I cooed, “Sorry Sass. You’re such a pretty girl. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. But guess what? After I visited you and a couple of others, I saw High. I’m sure he’d like for me to tell you “hello” from him.”

Her ears perked up. She flagged her tail. She even let a stream of thick lubricating fluid slide out of her vulva. I smelled the sweet scent, and asked if I could take a look. She didn’t “say” anything to me, but turned her rear towards me, lifted her tail, and continued winking at me with her lovely pubes. Ah, the sweet smell of sex. I carefully touched her, and she drove her tail between her legs and hunched her back.

“Woo! That was interesting! What did you do?”

“I only touched you. I didn’t ask, I’m sorry. I seem to be doing that to you lately. But your pussy seemed so inviting that I couldn’t help myself. Oh, Sassy, can I touch you again? Can I please run my fingers up and down, maybe even in and out of your pussy?” I was so hot and so turned on by Sassy being in heat, that I forgot all professionalism. I wanted her. I wanted her sex.

“Maggie, what’s my ‘pussy’?” She innocently asked.

“Let me show you,” I thought back to her. Speaking was just too impersonal now. I wanted to show Sassy how a human can show sexual affection. I carefully touched her hindquarters reaffirming through touch of what I was doing. She showed trust, and I didn’t want to hinder that. I massaged her tailbone underneath, and ever so slowly eased my hand around to her vulva. I kept the touch soft but firm. I didn’t want to tickle her again. I rubbed my palm up and down her vulva feeling the slickness from where she’d just lubed herself. My first two fingers “accidentally” slipped in her hot box, and I creamed my panties.

“This is your pussy, Sassy. As you know, this is where High puts his big rod in you and gets you pregnant. I of course cannot to that, but I can do something else. I think you’ll like it.”

I stuck my head under her tail and plunged my tongue in as far as it could go into her pussy. OH! She was hot. I felt her winking again, and I backed off. I really didn’t want to, but I was dressed, and I did have to go back to the vet’s office. If she squirted me, how was I going to explain THAT to Dr. Rose? Oh, how I want to be here naked. That thought only brought me further into my own heat, and I delved my tongue back into Sassy’s snatch. Damn! I wish I were a guy right now!

Sassy breathed harder and nickered at me every once in a while. She spread her legs even more so I wouldn’t have to reach so far up. I tasted her squirt before it got all over my blouse. I needed a fuck, now. I didn’t want to stop, but I was running out of time, and I still had to go see my favorite stallion!

“Sassy, I have to go now. I hope what I did was okay?” I was always under the impression it’s better to ask for forgiveness than for permission. That’s exactly what I was doing here.

“Yes, Maggie. I enjoyed it, whatever you did. I only hope that Susan will want to breed me again and soon. I think I need High.”

“Me too, Sassy… Me too.”

Please keep on writing! I love this story!

I can't wait til there is more, it is an awesome story.