OK, now it's official:

You've got the Gift!

There's only 2 or 3 of these threads I've ever made it past the first paragraph; they always lose me about the time the Bitch Woman starts moanin' about the quart of cum, or some other such grossly implausible load. Your story feels like it's actually happening the whole way. Makes the sex parts all the more real too. I'm tempted to go get a Basset now...... (Already got Danes. :whistling: )

But Space Sheep? You've got me wondering :beer:

Damn! First it won't load at all, then it double loads. If it's software, I can break it........ ;)

This post has been edited by neandernitz on Oct 31 2009, 10:39 PM

Well thanks muchly for those kind words.
I'm glad you are enjoying it so far.
Hehe.. Yea Bassets do look interesting.
I included one in the story, after seeing some pics of a zoo with a Basset Hound. After he shags her, he shoves a big dildo up her twat. I figured if she could take that big thing, then she should be to take Tom and his 'monster'.

Ok.. Here's a work of fiction.
It's copyrighted by Ramseys T. Bull
All rights reserved.

If you don't want to, or shouldn't be looking at works that include zoo sex acts...
What are you doing here?
GO AWAY! NOW.

Ok, the title has 'sheep' in it, but you wont see any sheep for several chapters.

Any ways, on to chapter 5:

"Four miles on the nose." Alan noted as the mail box with the correct numbers came into view. Turning in the dirt drive, the human said to his canine passenger, "Geeze! His driveway is a good half mile long."
Alexis pulled her head inside the car briefly, gave her human lover a quick lick on his cheek before returning to the all important task of identifying all the new smells.
Alan had spent most of that Sunday measuring and looking online at bar equipment sites, trying to figure what he needed to get the old brass beer taps working again. Between drinking coffee and fork fulls of pancakes, man he loved the big grill he could make a perfect stack of pancakes in no time, the barkeep finally zeroed in on what size and model he needed to look for.
Hearing toe nails in the upstairs kitchen, Alan knew his, 'Queen of the Comforter' was up and eating her breakfast. The human had spent a good hour when they awoke, making his Great Dane moan, wiggle and squirm, as he brought her to one orgasm after another. Using only his tongue and lips, but not his cock, as they normally would do on lazy Sunday mornings. "Wouldn't do to have her dripping cum while they were at Tom's ranch this afternoon." he thought.
Finishing up his own brunch just in time to hear Alexis clicking down the steps. Pouring himself another cup, the human turned just as his Dane walked into the kitchen. "Now you know you are not suppose to be in here." he told the quivering nose. "Go lay down, I'll let you out in 20 minuets, I don't want you to bloat because you went out running around too soon after eating." The Dane gave a snort and shook her head before going to 'her' spot on the little raised platform.
Alan sat looking at ornate 'pulls'. The handles that went on the beer taps to make them turn on and off. Turned exotic woods, faux ivory, carved stag heads, and draft horses.
After waiting the required time the duo walking to the back door and went out into the warm afternoon air. Across a small porch, down the old wooden two steps and in a flash the Harlequin was zooming across the big open field heading for that huge tire. The Dane made two loops around it before slowing to a walk and started looking for some place to do her chores.
Alan looked glumly at the black hulk a good two hundred yards out in the field. "Not going to do anyone much good out there." he thought. "Traffic can't really see it." The barkeep had asked Ralph if he could move it closer to the bar, but the burly tow truck owner, flat refused. The 'painting it to look like a spaceship' idea was dying quickly.
The human sat on the porch and watched his beloved Great Dane as she ran about the field. Her tongue panting farther and farther out of her mouth. When Alan figured it hung out far enough out, he called to her back. "That's enough for now." he told her. "You'll have plenty of run time this afternoon out at Tom's ranch."
Back inside the bar owner checked over the liqueur stock, counted cases of beer stacked in the back, looked at the food stocks, and finally sat down to try to come up with new ideas for the bar's menu. Just then the phone rang. Pushing the 'talk' button he answered the device. "Oh howdy".... "Ok I'll check", Alan got up and went to the kitchen. Looking behind the sacks of potatoes, he went back to the phone. "Yea it's there".... "I need to be someplace by six".... "Ok, see you in an hour." the barkeep hung up the phone, took another look at his note pad and sighed... "Well maybe Jenny will have some ideas." he muttered. Turning to his computer Alan look through some of his favorite web pages.
About an hour later, the front door to the bar was pushed open and a stocky women, with dark complexion bounded in. "Jenny!" the barkeep clicked off the monitor, "You forget something last night?"
The lady started to say something but was stopped by Dane head suddenly leaning on her thigh. Reaching down she petted the big Great Dane. "I still can't get over how big she is." Jenny remarked. Alan noted that she always seamed to have a smile on her face. "Yea.. I stuck my purse behind the potatoes and promptly forgot about it." Walking past Alan she went into the kitchen and quickly returned waving the small black leather bag in the air. "I'm so used to not being able to trust anybody over at Denny's... I hid it."
"Well you've only worked here two days, I can certainly understand caution." the bar owner replayed. "Oh.. You want your pay check now?" Jenny thought for a bit. "Naw.. I'll get it Friday's when I come in." Alan nodded, "Good enough... Oh." The bar owner slid open a drawer. "Here's a W-2 for you to fill out, you can bring that with you on Friday too." Taking the offered paper the woman folded it and stuck it in her purse.
Alan picked up his note pad... "You used to run your own place. You got any ideas for food we can offer?" laying the pad back down he continued, "And don't make it too hard, I have to cook it when you're not here." Jenny thought for a moment... "Well I still have some of my old menus from the dinner, I'll bring one along Friday." Alan suddenly remembered something.. "Oh say, Tom said you made some 'damn good pies', when you had the dinner. If you want, you can bake some to bring in here. I'll let you keep all the money we get selling 'em." Jenny's eyebrows shot up. "You would!" The bar owner nodded, "Well I'm not really paying you a that much... but there would probably be some; 'spoilage'". Alan smacked his lips. The lady laughed, "Yea.. I bet."
Again the Great Dane insisted on attention. "My boys would go nuts over you." the lady exclaimed, as she rubbed an offered ear. "Well bring 'em by sometime." Alan said proudly. "Hell No!"... "I got enough trouble with them wanting a dog all the time. I'd never hear the end of it." Jenny looked up at her boss and saw he looked a little crestfallen at her statement. "Not that she's not a nice dog, but with two boys and a girl... Well I don't think I could handle a big dog on top of everything else." Alan said he understood.. "How about one of those Basset Hounds like Tom has?" Jenny gave a short laugh, "Hah! that wouldn't be 'macho' enough for my boys. They want a Rottweiller." It was Alan's turn to laugh, "Yes.. how stupid of me."
Looking at her watch the lady remarked. "Well you said you was wanting to be someplace at six o'clock, it's nearly a quarter till. You got far to go?" The bar owner shook his head, "Nope. Alexis and me got invited out to Tom's ranch for some real Texas Bar-B-Que." Jenny's face lit up, "Now say.. Ol' Tom makes some dang good Bar-B-Que. He used to bring me in some once in a while." Giving one last scruff to the Dane's head she headed for the door. "Tell that skinny ol' fart, I said 'hello'".
Tom must have seen the dust cloud of Alan's Roadmaster, for he was standing next to an open gate to his fenced in yard. Slowly the bar owner rolled up to the Texan. Alan learned early on, that one slows down on a dirt road before you get to your destination, so you don't get engulfed in your own dust cloud. Stopping next to Tom, Alan stuck his head out of the window. "Jenny says 'Hello'" "Jenny?" Tom asked. "Yea, she forgot her purse at the bar last night and stopped by just before we left." Alan explained. "Well come on in, the Bar-B-Que is all ready." Tom wave his hand towards the back of the house.
A while later, the two men sat at a picnic table with a pile of bones between them and several empty beer bottles. The two bitches lay on the ground, rumps pointing towards the table, panting from all the exercising they did. Alexis running from one new scent to the next. Sadie, with her short legs bounced along behind, arriving at the spot the Great Dane was sniffing, just in time for her to take off for the next one.
Opening a fresh cold one, Tom took a long drink. Looking over at Alan, the Texan seamed to square his shoulders a bit and spoke. "I didn't know it took so long for Great Danes to go out of heat." He then watched the barkeep for his reaction.
Alan stiffened slightly, looked over to the two resting bitches, then back to Tom. Trying to read something in the other man's face. After a very long pause the younger man spoke. "I could ask the same questions about Basset Hounds."
The Texan kept his eyes locked on Alan's... Nodded once and said. "Well there you have it... Just two animal fuckers eating Bar-B-Que."
Alan broke into a grin, "Damn good Bar-B-Que at that."
The two men traded life stories. Alan told about growing up in a small farming town in Indiana, and the first time he was with an animal. A pony mare, that belonged to a neighboring farm, the family had gone out of town for a few days. And the young man was asked to look after the few animals they had. The barkeep admitted he thought about sex, and sex with critters a lot back then. He too had been 'taught' about the birds and the bees by horses and goats. And had seen his share of porn with moaning women and well hung men. But they never fired his lust the way movies of horses mating, or better still, guys fucking critters. So the young Alan didn't need much of an invite from the pony. She was in heat and 'winked' at the boy a few times, that was all it took before he was in the barn with the mare, naked, balls deep in pony pussy. Alan told the Texan that he later in life, looked back and wondered if some male member of that family had been shagging that little mare. Because she seamed to know more about humans fucking mares then he did at the time.
Then it was Tom's turn. Alan had to keep reminding himself to close his mouth, because it would hang open as he heard about the 'Wilson family curse'. And how his Uncle Henry had helped him. Tom went inside for a few moments and returned with a cheap little photo album. And handed it to Alan. The barkeep looked through the photos, that looked like they dated from the 'film' days of photography.
A big burly man showing off his eleven inch dick with a ruler held next to it. The same man, well all you could see was that huge dick in most of 'em, but Alan figured it was Uncle Henry, with his monster cock inside various animals. Horses, Ponies, Donkeys, Cows... The last photo was of a 'Texas Longhorn' cow, looking at the camera, standing out in a field. Her back slightly bow up, and Uncle Henry standing on a large block of wood leaning against the bovine's rump. Naked, but for his cowboy boots, a big grin, and a hat he was waving.
Alan laughed while pointing at the last photo. "Looks like one of those, 'Come Visit Texas', tourism photos." The barkeep handed the album back and remarked, "I see where your brother Frank got his size."
"But not his dick, I inherited that." Tom corrected.
After the Texas returned from putting the album back in the small ranch style house. He suggested to his friend they, 'walk off' some of their dinner. The sun was low and the air was cooling off, so it made walking pleasant. The two bitches followed along, finding new things to sniff at.
Tom showed Alan around. Pointing at the big pastures with about 30 head of fat white cattle. "There's where your, 'Intergalactic Road kill', comes from." The barkeep nodded and followed along to a pasture that wasn't nearly as big. A good three dozen goats with white bodies and red heads and necks ran over to the two men. "Meat goats, that's getting to be a big market around here." Tom explained." Going into a small cement block building, the Texan returned with a bucket filled with grain. Dividing it up between several feed troughs. The goats swarmed the troughs like they hadn't eaten in weeks. A sea of white bodies, red heads buried in the feed. "You could feed nine times a day, and they'd still act like that." The rancher said. "Yea, the dairy goats I had were pretty 'feed crazy' too." Offered Alan, who couldn't help but notice all the bright pink tooshies under the upturned tails, waving up at him as the goats nearly stood on their heads to get the last morsel of feed. "They all go to market?" Alan wondered aloud. "Well I keep the good bucks and a few 'special' doe's." Tom said with a wink.
Then came the paddocks with herd of small donkeys and two Dexter 'mini-cows', that mooed loudly at their approach. "There's a fellow over by Austin that has a herd of those Dexters." The Texan offered. "I got one, but she kept standing at the fence bawling to the big cattle all the time, so I got another."
The duo, with dogs in tow, moved on and came to the second paddock, this time with four ponies. Which promptly came over and stuck their noses over the fence to get petted. A brown and white paint, another paint with black and white markings, a dapple dark gray, and one all black. Being low to the ground, Alan couldn't be sure, but he didn't see anything 'swinging', so he figured them all to be mares. Alan reached out and was petting the all black one when Tom said. "That's Beauty, she's about the friendliest mare in the bunch." Pointing to a low shed out in the paddock he continued. "You'll find everything you'll need in there. I haven't been with her for a week, so I imagine she has an itch she'd probably would like you to scratch for her." And with that announcement, the Texan turned and started walking back toward the watching cow in the other paddock. Stopped, and turned around to face Alan again. "Tinker-bell is in heat, I need to attend to her. Oh you better leave your Dane outside here, wouldn't want her to get kicked." Tom winked and smiled as he started walking away again.
Alexis whined at being left outside the gate, as Alan walked into the pasture. All four ponies followed him to the shed, but as foretold, the black mare followed the closest.
The shed was a tin roof affair with plywood covering three sides and part of the fourth. Inside, the shed had a large open area that was blocked off from the rest of the shed by a low wooden wall with a gate in the middle. On a post that the gate was latched to, was a light switch, that turned on lights deeper in the shed. Opening the gate, Alan, followed closely by Beauty, went into the aisle the ran between two small stalls. Again the black mare walked into one of the stalls when Alan opened it's door.
Looking around, the bar owner saw that he was shielded from view from anyone outside the shed. Spotting some wooden pegs on the wall and a little shelf, he went over to them. Sure enough, there was a small bottle of lube on the shelf. Alan figured the pegs were for his clothes and quickly started to hang is t-shirt and cargo shorts on them. Leaving the lube for a little later, Alan turned back to the pony that was waiting for him to get done disrobing.
In the dim light of the shed, Alan marveled how her coat shone. "Ol' Tom really takes good care of you, doesn't he?" he spoke in low tones to the animal. Though it's been a few years since his last equine encounter, the knowledge of where they liked to be scratched quickly guided his hands. Before long he was at her rump, watching her tail lift and rubbery black vulva wink 'pink' at him. Dropping to his knees the human first lightly ran his fingers over the soft lips. Seeing that the pony didn't shy away from his intimate touch, he continued to explore the black nether lips of the mare. Alan was never one to pull and stretch at a mare's vulva, but he did gently part it, just enough to see the pink, fading to red, of her vagina. Alan rubbed his face on the soft lips and soon his tongue was darting between them. "Mmmm.." The man voiced his pleasure at the 'mare taste'. Running his tongue up and down her winking slit, he savored the moment. Taking his time he worked his way down to her clitoris, timing his licks to it's thrusting motions as it winked in and out making soft squishing sounds. The human felt the mare push slowly back, pushing her rump into firm contact with his face. The bar owner chuckled a bit when he remembered the first mare that trapped him between her and the stall wall. Feeling her tail swish over his head, and seeing her standing in the 'saw horse', 'fuck me' pose, Alan figured the mare wanted to move on to the main event.
Standing up he quickly stepped to the little shelf and plucked up the lube bottle. Squirting some on his fingers, he applied the slick stuff to his erection. Soon all seven inches glistened in the dim light, as he strode back to the pony's black rump. Grasping himself with his hand, and making sure there were no stray tail hairs, Alan ran his circumcised glans up and down the soft nether lips of the pony mare.
On her next wink, he entered her slowly, pushing past the thick rubbery vulva to slide deeply into the luxuriant grasp of her warm equine cunt. He could feel her clit pushing out to meet his balls as they pressed up against her still winking sex. With long slow thrusts, Alan felt the mare's slick tunnel slide around his receding cock, then devouring it back into her depths each time the human hilted himself in the warm embrace of her pussy. Slowly building up speed, Alan was soon driving himself into the animal with powerful strokes. Hands lightly grasping her rump.
Beauty, with her front legs braced, was pushing back firmly against the human's forceful fucking, trying to get more of his hard cock to enter her. Head lowered the mare enjoyed the extended mating of this human stallion. Squeezing herself around the hard thrusting cock, she felt her excitement rising within her. Her sensitive clit getting pummeled by the human's full ball sack was making sparks shoot through her loins.
Soft muffled slapping sounds filled the small shed as the human fucked the beast, his loins buffeting the pony's rump in a steady bestial rhythm. Alan had his eyes closed and chin against his chest, as he savored the feel of his cock plowing into the willing animal. Stroke after stroke, the human drove toward his release. His cock a blur as he pounded the soft pony flesh. Her tail held high and to one side, it's long hairs brushed against his thigh as they worked to drive the man's cock repeatedly into the warm lush tunnel of the mare.
Beauty gave a groan and the human felt warm fluid splash against his balls. Muscles rippled in her mare cunt, sucking and pulling on the human's throbbing shaft. Then the man's fucking became erratic as his own loins began to tighten. Suddenly Alan's hands were pressing firmly on each side of the mare's rump, helping to pull the human's cock deeply into her juicy sex. Pent up semen from this morning's denied release roared through the man's penis and jetted forcefully out of his piss slit. Long ropy ejaculate squirted into the depths of the mare's milking cunt. Followed by another blast of cum washing over the first.. And another. Then they were less powerful as the man's climax eased. Alan's hands pressed on the mare's back as he held himself up. Legs shook as the last of his human seed dribbled from his softening cock into the equine. The powerful orgasm was replaced by a warm feeling spreading through out the man.
The two parted with a soft but obscene slurp. Beauty stood with her tail still held high enjoying her own after glow. The man staggered back over to a low wall, his breathing heavy as he looked at the black mare. He watched, in the dim artificial light, as a long white streamer of his cum slowly ooze from her black lips, that still winked lazily from time to time. Looking down Alan saw he had his own thin string of jizz stretching towards the ground. His limp cock shown wetly from their combined fluids.
"Alexis is going to wear out her nose smelling me tonight." Alan told the pony, but he only got a head shake in response.

excellent stuff... keep at it mate

OK, bit of a question:

You mention a 1996 Buick Roadmaster, as a 30 year old car.

Does this story occur in present time, or 17 years in the future?



BTW, brilliant about the tire. I've engaged in limited combat with a few of those; usually went about as well as that. Had a good laugh over one; the sidewall read "40 ply Rating, All Weather Tread".
You have no idea how much more secure it made me feel, knowing a 80-ton earth mover wasn't going to hydroplane if it was raining........

:lol: :lol:




This post has been edited by neandernitz on Nov 2 2009, 02:37 PM

In the future..
Sorry, still no flying cars. :(

Ok.. Here's a work of fiction.
It's copyrighted by Ramseys T. Bull
All rights reserved.

If you don't want to, or shouldn't be looking at works that include zoo sex acts...
What are you doing here?
GO AWAY! NOW.

Ok, the title has 'sheep' in it, but you wont see any sheep for several chapters.

Any ways, on to chapter 6.

One week later:

Alan awoke from his dozing, for the second... Or was it the third time? Sundays were his favorite. He was wore out from yesterday. It had been really great Saturday in the bar, word had gotten around that Jenny was cooking at the 'Warp Drive Inn', and all her old customers showed up. So for the first time, in the bar's short history, they run out of food. And while the bar owner hadn't had a chance to 'run the numbers', he felt it might have also been the first time he had sold more food then beer. The barkeep had even pressed Jason into service to watch the bar, while he went to wait tables, and Jenny cooked. The volunteer EMT was the main attraction there any way, telling and retelling about last Tuesday and the 'Big Wreck'. The barkeep had to cheerfully shout out, "Hey, I got a bar to run!", to get through the people crowded around the kitchen doorway who were visiting with Jenny.
Peering at the night stand next to his king sized bed, he saw it was a few minutes after one in the afternoon. Rolling onto his side, Alan lay spooning with his canine goddess who was snoring softly with her head on the pillow next to his. The human loved the feel of her warm black and white spotted furry body next to his. Burying his face in her head fur, he inhaled her clean dog scent. With long strokes he lightly ran his hand over her twin line of teats. And even though just a few hours previous, the bitch had ridden him like a rented mule, Alan starting to feel himself beginning to harden. Slowly getting up, he 'knee walked' around to her rump. Alexis had woken up while she was getting her bitch boobs rubbed, rolled over onto her back, her front paws flopped in the 'begging dog' position. Alan shifted so his knees were on either side of her hips. Leaning foreword, he used both hands to softly rub her white furred and pink skinned belly and chest.
The human sat back on his heels and looking down he saw her black vulva, still leaking slime from their earlier love making session. Again Alan thought to himself, that he love looking at her mound, surrounded by her pink and white body. 'Like a bullseye'.
Spitting on his fingers, the human wetted the dry lube that was still on his stiffening cock making it shine in the dim light that sneaked in from around the heavy drapes. Pressing his hard shaft down, the glans was soon slipping into her 'Y' shaped portal. A bit of shifting and he was sinking into her animal heat.
Alexis watched her lover as he slid into her, his thick cock caressing her sensitive vaginal walls as it descended into her body. When the human hilted in her, squishing her mound against his groin making her clitoris pulse with pleasure, she laid her head back on the pillow with her eyes closed and gave out a soft moan.
Alan repositioned slightly, then catching the Dane's hind paws under his arms, his body curved over her's to lightly lay on her, thus making Alexis' rump roll up so the human had a more downward angle on her twat. Slowly he lifted his loins, pulling his throbbing cock out of her wet cunt, then gently letting himself descend. He felt her slick tunnel engulfing his hard shaft... With slow strokes, the human fucked his bitch... His arms on either side of her chest holding most of his weight off her... Steady even thrusts... Alan savored ever inch of Alexis' cunt as he fucked her sex slimed tunnel... Her puffy mound squished against his hairy groin as he ended each stroke deep in her soppy sex... The human lost himself in her passionate warmth... Up and down he glided smoothly in her... Over and over he fucked himself into her bestial opening... The Dane's puffy nether lips eagerly sucked in the human's hard cock... Stroke after stroke he plunged his stiff shaft into the animal again and again... Her bitch nipples pressed against his belly on each down stroke... Her warm body feeling so luxurious against his flesh... The man rubbed his face into her white furred chest...
Alan started to tire, so making sure her leg wouldn't be trapped under him, he slowly rolled over to his side bringing Alexis with him. Laying belly to belly still buried deeply in his bitch, he laid for a few minutes savoring the carnal feel of just being in her warm animal sex. Rolling his hips back and forth he again started thrusting his cock in the Great Dane's sensuous cunt. Bringing one legs up and over her hip so he could continue to hilt himself in her slimy depths.
Over the next twenty minutes or so, the human would start and stop his fucking. Sometimes just holding himself in her while looking lovingly into her eyes. Alan ran his hands over her body with slow even strokes. Sliding it between them to rub her springy bitch boobs. Then his hand would stroked down her long back. When it reached her rump, he pulled her closer to his groin making her mound squish around the base of his cock. For her part, the Dane would squeeze her lovers cock from time to time, feeling his thickness in her, giving soft groans when she did. Slowly Alan felt his loins begin to tighten, signaling his approaching release.
Rolling her onto her back, the human again on top, began fucking her soppy cunt faster. Soft squishy sounds came from their bestial union as he started his drive to his orgasm. Harder he thrust, shoving himself repeatedly into her warm carnal flesh. His labored breathing could be heard, as well as the Great Dane's velar moans.
With a grunt and a hard thrust, Alan empted himself into the bitch's warmth. His thick ropy cum, blasting from his piss slit, add to the pool of steamy slime already in her depths. An over flow of warm, white translucent jizz, was pumped from the Great Dane's vulva as he continued to fuck her softly. The viscous mass dribbled down across her ass and on to her tail.
Alan's lust ebbed from his body with the last of his simian seed dribbling from his cock and into his lover. The human held himself in her for a few more minutes, then with a soft slurp, he pulled out and flopped to his back next to Alexis.
He smiled as he lay there puffing, listening to her tail thumping happily on the mattress. With a groan, the human got up and staggered to the bathroom to once again take on the mantle of bar owner and attend to his responsibilities.
The slurping sounds of the Great Dane cleaning herself could be heard as Alan stepped into the old bath tub to take a shower. Letting the water run from the tap for a few minutes before switching on the shower, the bar owner looked out the tiny window over the tub. Shinning brightly in the early afternoon Texas sun, he could see the field and the massive black tire. The glare made the ground bleach out to a near white but the blackness of the tire rising up in the middle. Reminding the human of his bitch's twat.
"Like a bullseye...."
Hot water splashing on his feet reminded the man of the task at hand. Adjusting the water to a comfortable temperature, he switched the little valve to make the water spray out of the shower head. Alan knew if he didn't shower he would be itchy and sticky all day, but he also hated to wash away the traces of his love making with his Dane. After showering off the sweat and slime, the human went back to his bedroom to put on clothes for the day.
Alexis was standing with her tail wagging as she watcher the nude human come back into the room. Watched as his put his underwear and pants on. But as soon as he sat on the edge of the bed to put on his shoes and socks, she walked over to him and put her head in his lap.
Alan's hands instantly sprang in to action petting and stroking his love. "Is this your way of telling me you had a good time?" The human inquired of his mate.
It was Sunday to the human was in no hurry, but eventually he had to gently nudge her away long enough to finish dressing. Putting her collar back on... He was naked when they made love, so why not her? He grabbed a shirt and headed for the steps. They both trotted downstairs, across the bar and out the back door. As usual the Dane was running out into the field and with nose lowered she searched for the proper spot to pee.
Again the bar owner looked and the tire and thought about his earlier observation. "A Bullseye." he muttered again. "What if I were to paint it red and..." Just then Alexis bounded back up to her human.
Clipping the lead onto her collar, the two headed for Wilson's gas station.
They got to the station just as Tom was taking down the 'Back in 10 Minutes' sign. "Well I see you two finally stopped screwing like bunnies and decided to get up?" The station owner asked of his friend as they came in the door. "And how many times has the, 'Back in 10 minutes I'm shagging my Basset Hound', sign been up today?" Alan grinned back. "Well this time I really was in the bathroom, pissing out this morning's coffee... You want some?" Tom pointed to the 'Employees Only' door. "Piss or coffee?" Alan asked the short Texan. "Well it's in the pot, hot and black... I guess you'll just have to take your chances." came station owner's retort.
As the two sat and drank coffee at one of the tables from the old 'disco bar', the bar owner soon had Sadie's head in his lap looking for attention. His petting of the hound's wrinkled brow and soft silky ears, was soon interrupted by a black and white spotted Dane head. "My aren't we jealous?" the human inquired of his bitch. "Go see Tom, he's not used to not having to bend over to pet a dog."
After the two chatted about the weather, dogs, and life in general, Alan asked. "So have you heard from your brother Frank, about what's going to happen to that tire?" The station owner thumped his coffee mug down on the table and exclaimed. "Oh say. I did hear from Sheriff Frank, Friday night when I got home. You was so busy yesterday I didn't have a chance to tell you..." The Texan paused, and Alan couldn't help himself and asked. "Tell me what?" Tom just nodded. "Well it seams that the salvage company figures that by the time they get another low-boy out here and a big ass crane to lift it with, it'll end up costing more the that tire is worth."
Alan sat and thought for a few minutes. The he asked, "How much do you get for your old tires?" The station owner look a bit surprised. "My tire recycle place wont touch that monster." "No I mean your normal old tires you have." Explained Alan. "Oh.. I don't GET anything, I have to pay two buck a carcass." Said Tom. "Why you asking?" The bar owner thought a little longer and then asked. "So if someone was to take 'em at no cost to you, you'd go for that?" "Well sure... What are you going to do with 'em?" Tom was starting to look concerned at his friend.
Alan took his empty coffee mug and set it in the middle of the table up side down and put a pink sweetener packed on the bottom, and taking a hand full of white sugar packets, he made a ring around the mug. Then he took a handful of pink sweetener packets and made a bigger ring around the first one. Looking up from his work, he asked the station owner. "Now what does that look like?" Tom got up from his chair and looked down at the design. "Well it looks a bit like a target." The bar owner nodded and then ask. "Now if I painted that big tire red and then made rings around it with white and red painted smaller tires, and then had a big sign painted on the roof of the bar saying, 'Land Here', what do you think will happen?"
Tom sat back down. "Well, before they you locked you away in the loony bin, I'd say you'd have folks driving from miles around to come look at the dang thing." Alan carefully picked up all the packets and put them back in their holder. "Well that's what I was thinking... Not the loony bin part, but getting more people to come to the bar." "You going to paint all them tires by yourself?" Tom's eyebrows shot up? "No I was thinking about having 'painting parties'. Have fifty cent hot dogs and buck a beer. I might even get one of the distributors to kick in on signage too."
This high level business planning was stopped by the slurping sounds coming from Alexis' rear end. The two men looked at Sadie with her head angled up, slurping at the Great Dane's leaking twat. "Good thing we know about each other." mused the station owner. "Naw, you just got a lesbo bitch." The bar owner grinned.
A few days later, Alan was putting his idea down on paper and making a few phone calls to see if he could get any of his distributors to help out. When Jason the volunteer EMT came in. Again it was another quite Tuesday. Alan found out that every volunteer got a couple nights off, but Jason still never got drunk and kept his pager on.
Holding up a toy plastic fireman's boot, with the words 'Donations' printed with a marker on the side. "You care if I put this with the other jug you got on that table?" The young man asked? The barkeep looked at the little table that stood next to the door, with a donation jug on it for the local animal shelter. "Sure, you guys needing money?" "Yea, the county's money just covers the fuel and upkeep in the equipment. But anything new we need comes from donations." The EMT explained. After setting the toy boot down he ordered his usual beer.
With no more then a half dozen customers in at any one time, the bar owner had lots of time to think on his project. On one of his trips past the donations table, inspiration struck.
"You guys do any fund raising?" Alan asked Jason. "Yea, the town has a 'Frontier Days' in October. We have a 'dunk tank', that folks seam to enjoy. Especially if we get one of the local politicians in it." The barkeep nodded and thought for a moment. "You think your volunteers can cook hot dogs with out burning the place down?" Jason blinked at the bar owner and asked. "You want us to cook here in the bar?" Alan shook his head. "No, I have an idea to bring folks in, a bit of a 'business builder'. Something I hope will be fun and do it outside behind the bar. I was thinking of selling hot dogs and beer. But if your outfit would want to, you all could handle the food and I would just sell the beer. Everything you make you guys keep." It was Jason's turn to nod and said, "I'll have to ask the Captain about it. What would we have to supply?" "Well I imagine the department has some of those long folding tables... Some ketchup and mustard bottles... You can chop up some onions here in the kitchen to take out... I was figuring on buying a couple gas grills, I could still do that, write 'em off as a business expense', which they would be... Along with some long handled tongs and spatulas..." Alan tried to think what he could afford and write off and what he couldn't. "I guess just the tables, the hot dogs or brats, or anything else you want to offer. Hamburgers, potato salad, baked beans... Buns... Condiments... Oh and paper plates."
Alan waited until after the 'Frontier Days' were over before trying his 'party'. He even took a turn in the 'dunk tank' telling folks who ever dunked him, to come by the bar for a free beer. While he was biding his time, he built a nice big chain link enclosure for Alexis, just off the back porch. Complete with an automatic water bowl, a sun roof, and a nice padded platform to relax on. That way he could let her be out some at night, now that the weather was cooling off a bit. And he wouldn't have to worry about some coyote getting to her. He also collect tires. Cutting the sidewall off on the 'down' side so water wouldn't collect and stand. And finally he painted the big tire red himself. Having potentiality drunk people up on ladders seamed like a bad idea.
The first 'Paint Party' went pretty well. The fire dept. sold enough hot dogs that they felt it was worth their while to be there. The next one was even better and they sold out of their stock, so Alan sold them some hot dogs from the bar for cost.. The third they ran out of tires to paint.
After a few months there was three red and white rings of tires around the big one in the middle. And the roof had the, 'Land here' sign. Alan hired a plane to fly over and take a photo from the air. Which he hung over the bar. Then it started getting harder to find free tires to paint. So the 'Paint Parties' became a "Welcome Space Aliens" party. As the weather got hotter, the parties were held later in the evenings and soon there were at night. The bar owner put up some area lights and built a deck with a small band stand and had local groups come and play.
Tom Wilson was happy his friend was doing so well. And that the bar owner was giving back to the community by helping out the fire dept. He was glad to share his critters with him too. Inviting Alan out to his farm for more, 'Bar-B-Que'. The young man was always polite and never assumed he would be shagging something. But the ol' Texan could tell he really enjoyed his times with his black mare. Even when Tom had suggested one of the other willing critters, the bar owner would, after a bit of a rest, still have a go with Beauty. "Ahh, to be that young and that potent again", the Texan would sometime think. Not that the rancher was all that far behind, he too could still fuck several times a week.
One fine fall Sunday, Tom and Alan were doing the usual, 'after eating walk', and feed. Getting to the goat pen the two men watched as a proud Boer Buck rear up, his front legs settling around a set of white furry hips, after a few quick pokes he drove his long skinny red cock deep into a doe goat's pink puffy twat.
"Now if that don't make your dick hard." The Texan drawed. "Care for some sloppy seconds?" Watching the buck as he sniffed at the pussy he just fucked and lifted his head up in a flehmen. Alan nodded to Tom, "Sure, it's been years since I had a goat."
The Texan lead the bar owner to the gate and the two slipped into the pasture. Of course the goats were instantly around them looking for treats. Wading through the herd they headed to the large metal roofed loafing shed. I was a good 25 X 50 with open sides. At one end, there was a little enclosed room with a gate keeping the goats out of this small area. Alan had no idea which of the thirty or so goats milling around the gate had just been bred but Tom knew her and had also noted her ear tag. First the rancher let Alan into the enclosure, and when the proper goat worked her way to the front, he opened the gate again and let her in with the bar owner.
"That's Sally", Tom said from outside the gate. Alan had watched her come in and hop up on a low platform in one end of the room. "I see she knows what's going on", he noted. The Texan pointed to a little shelf like the ones in the pony stalls. "There's the lube, but I doubt if you'll need much... Yea, she's one of the keepers, she really likes to fuck." He then pointed to a coffee can fastened up high next to the gate. "There should be some treats in there for her when you two get done." Tom then turned and headed away from the shed. "You two have fun, I got another cow in heat. Those two are going to wear me out someday."
Alan watched the rancher wade his way through the goats to the pasture gate and head towards the cow corral. Sitting on the edge of the platform the barkeep reached out and carefully petted the goat.
Sally was all Boer, a dark red head and neck snowy white on the rest of her body. Two slim horns gracefully rose and curved back. Those alien goat eyes watching him as he ran his hands over her solid body. "You may not be as tall as my ol' dairy goats I had back in Indiana, but you sure are bigger in the body." Alan told her softly, trying to make sure she was comfortable with him. "Like them Basset Hounds of your owner, short and stocky." The barkeep figured she'd weigh a good two hundred pounds. Her body was very round compared to the thin lanky milk goats. "Hell you already look pregers." Alan went from scratching around the back of her horns and ears, down to her tail, which wagged quickly with enjoyment. Sliding his hands down her side and along her belly, he was soon fondling her compact udder. He noted how her two short teats were so very different from the massive 'handles' of the milk goats.
Her hooves tap on the plywood as she swung her rump towards him. "I guess you're ready for more breeding." The human said to the goat as he got up and hung is clothes on the provided pegs. Kneeling down the bar owner positioned the white rump in front of his face. He took a moment to marvel at how pink she was under her tail. And that the two holes were really close to each other. "I wonder how the buck hits the right one?" he thought to himself. "But from the amount of buck cum leaking out of your cunt, I guess he has pretty good aim." Leaning in the human inhaled her doe scent. Then he lapped at her pinkness. He tasted the bitter of the buck jizz and the doe's slightly cinnamon flavor. Leaning closer still he ran his tongue around the slightly puffy bulge of her parted nether lips. Dipping his tongue inside her, he felt the doe push back into his face. "Oh yea.." Alan thought, "She's liking this."
Pursing his lips, the human kissed the warm pink flesh of the goat. Sucking on the lower part of her small mound, Alan felt her stiff clitoris sliding under his upper lip. Instantly the doe pushed back even harder as warm sparks flew threw her loins. The human then sent his tongue to slide over her clit and into her soft vulva. Sally gave a soft bleat as she felt the human's tongue enter her. Again she pushed back into the source of the wonderful feeling.
Alan was rock hard, for not being with a goat for so long, and finding one so eager and willing as Sally. Standing up, he grabbed the lube from the shelf and applied a light coating to his seven inch manhood. Returning his attention to the goat, he looked down again to marvel at the pinkness of this breed of goat. And to wonder at how small her vulva looked, but he knew that his doe had kidded and was more the elastic enough to allow his thick human penis to enter her without any discomfort on her part. Pressing his glans against her vulva, her supple nether lips opened to allow the human to slip the head of his cock inside her.
The goat was impatient for the good feeling, so she pushed her loins back onto the humans penis forcing his cock to penetrate more deeply. That thick shaft on this human felt so wonderful as it slid over her turgid clit. She heard the human groan and then felt his hips jerk, slamming the rest of his cock fully into her.
"Shit!" Alan breathed as he nearly cum when the wanton doe impaled herself onto his cock. The human struggled, trying to control himself. Between the goat's naturally higher body temperature and her lewd actions, he nearly lost it right then. Holding himself deep in her, he was able to calm enough so he could start to fuck his randy partner. The human felt the goat's short tail wag against his belly, as if saying, 'lets get this show on the road already!'
Pulling back a few inches he then shoved his cock back into her roomy tunnel. Just like Alan's dairy breed, goats are snug around their vulva's, but because they have to be able to take that quick 'fuck/thrust' of the buck, they have a roomy vagina. But while the doe may not have the snugness of his bitch, she more then made up for it in shear heat. The human fucked the caprine slowly. He drew his dick out until just the head remained in her pink opening, then he eased himself back in, savoring the feel of her pliant pussy, as the soft silky folds of her goat flesh flowed around his cock. "God you are so warm." Alan breathed as his sank into her cunt once more. Buck semen washed over his human cock with each stroke in, making obscene wet sounds as he pulled back out of the goat's slick tunnel. Alan's cock got just a little harder when he thought about there being four or five loads of animal cum in her, lubricating his fucking.
Sally's goat brain was mostly one of instinctive needs. Need food, need water, need to stand for the buck at certain times, but some 'needs' were learned, need those tasty treats, need to be scratched behind the ear, need to stand so this other 'buck' could make her feel so good. The goat, with her head lowered, eyes half lidded close, soft bleats coming from her muzzle, blissfully standing for her needed pleasure.
Alan's brain by this time wasn't using much of it's 'higher' functions either. The human only knew he needed to fuck this animal. And fuck her he did. Steadily he picked up speed as he thrust into the willing doe. Gripping her haunches firmly in his hands, the man was soon breathing heavily as he vigorously drove his hard shaft into the goat. The small shed was filled with sound of bare human flesh slapping against the white feathery rump hairs of the Boer doe.
The caprine was used to a two hundred and fifty pound buck slamming into her rump, spearing her with 12 inches of hard skinny goat cock. The fat human cock now pounding her sex, it's thickness massaging her clitoris, made wave after powerful wave of wonderful feeling wash through her animal body.
The human continued to thrust into the doe with forceful strokes. Sally had loosened up some from all the fucking. Alan never could figure how a goat's tiny looking twat, could feel so loose around his dick. None the less, the human did start to feel the lust rising in his groin, his cock a blur as he fucked her fast and hard.
The goat heard the human cry out as he drove into her one last time. His odd front hooves gripped her hips, pulling her back onto his throbbing cock. She felt his warm cum wash into her sex, unlike the buck's one shot, she could feel pulse after pulse of his seed being pumped into her, mixing with the seed of her own kind. Then he just stood behind her, holding her rump tightly against him. She could hear his loud breathing, and felt the final weak twitching of his softening cock still deep in her tunnel. She wagged her short tail, making the feathery hairs on it stroke across the belly of the human, just because she felt so good.

Tom walked across the cow pasture to the small shed. Stepping inside he found both cows waiting for him. "Now only one of you gals is in heat." The rancher told them as he shooed one cow out of the shed and closed the gate. The remaining cow lowed happily that her bull was here for her again. The ol' Texan loved his bitch Sadie, but these two bovine ladies had won a spot in the man's heart too. Getting a brush waking up to her side, Tom began to curry the cow's shinny black hide.
Being a Texan, one would think the rancher only saw cattle as walking assets, to be bought and sold as needed to make money. But Tom had always had a bit more interest in them. Even before he visited Uncle Henry, the young Wilson was paying close attention to what was under the tail.
Uncle Henry could just about been found in the dictionary, under 'Texan'. He was a big man with huge hands and a deep booming voice. Always ready with a joke or good advice. "Amazing how UNcommon, common sense is." He often said. One was wise to never bet against him with it came to proving a boost of some ability of his. Nor was his shy about listing them. He could out drink, out shoot, and out ride just about anyone in the county. All the Wilson boys came to him to learn how to ride a horse and shoot a gun. Tom went to him to learn how to fuck a cow.
Not that Tom knew that's why he came here that day his dad had brought him to Henry's ranch... He really wasn't sure what to expect, other then the older Wilson as 'afflicted' with the curse. After they talked in the house some, the two men came outside and over to the very same shed, Tom was standing in now.
The older Texan got a brush and was stroking it over the hide of his small cow that he kept in this pasture. They talked some more about other things. But as Uncle Henry worked his way from the cow's head to her rump, he worked the conversation back around to Tom and his big dick. Rubbing the brush over the cow's tail set, her tail rose and swung to one side. The cow was clearly in heat. Clear mucous was oozing out of her twat and make long stringy trails that were plastered over her backsides. Rubbing his hand over the slimy black cunt, Uncle Henry ask Tom if he though he could "fuck this"?
Young Tom turned red and shuffled his feet in the dirt. In the back of his mind a voice shouted, "Hell Yes!". But there was a big chance that the older Wilson was playing some sort of a joke on his nephew. "Well...." he stuttered. "Tell you what.." The older Texan said as he put down the brush and started to unbutton his shirt. "You just stand there and watch, and then give me your answer later.. Ok?" Tom could only nod as his Uncle shed his clothes.
'Big' wasn't the word for it... It hung more then half way to the older Texan's knees. Uncle Henry's cock was huge! As big around as a 'Red Bull' can, and longer then a rolled up 'Field & Stream' magazine. Grabbing his 'monster' at it's base, the proud Texan swung his circumcised manhood back and forth. It must have been able to smell the cow in heat, because it was coming to life. With jerky twitches, it started to rise up. Grabbing it in the middle the older Wilson helped things along by jack it slightly. Soon it was able to stand straight out from the big man's loins on it's own. Turning towards the cow, Uncle Henry again reach out to grab his 'monster' near the head. Stepping foreword, he rubbed the massive glans up and down in the cow's slimy slit. The pink of her inner nether lips could easily be seen, held open by the man's big dick. When it hit the bottom of her vulva, it stroked over her clitoris, making the cow hunch her rump up. The black 'mini' cow lowed as if complaining about the delay. "Hear that?" The older Wilson asked. "She telling us she wants it."
Sliding his massive meat up the angled vulva, the human started sinking his long cock into the animal. "Ol' Bessie here is really wet.. Don't need any lube when she's like this." Uncle started a running dialog of the event. Slowly he sank deeper into the bovine's slippery tunnel. "Oh man she's slick... I could just slam it into her like some bull... But where's the fun in that?... Besides I think she likes it nice and slow." Tom watched as the huge pony sized penis inched it's way into the black animal. At about half way, the man took a small step closer to the cow. "She's never had a calf, so even at eight years old, she's still got a nice snug cunt on her." As the last four inches entered the cow, the animal started to hump up her back as if a bull was breeding her. "See that? If you are as big as you say you are, you'll get cows to do that too." When the older Texan finally hilted in the cow. His hairy groin pressed firmly against the swollen vulva. The two just stood for a few moments... Then the cow started rocking back and forth... "Ok girl... Keep you teats on." Henry started to fuck his enormous cock in and out of her sloppy cunt... "Happy now?" He asked the cow. Tom could easily tell that this wasn't the first time his Uncle had fucked this animal. And the lust in the older man's voice told volumes about what he was seeing. It shook Tom to his core. Everything seamed... Right. He felt that he knew all along, this was right for him. He was someone that could love animals this way, giving and receiving sexual satisfaction.
Henry's voice brought the young man's attention back to the fucking pair. "Most folks think a cow's cunt is all floppy... That might be true on a old milk cow that's had a dozen calves, but Bessie here still has some mighty nice muscles inside." The older Texan was silent for a little while as he thrust his cock in and out of his cow. "What most folks don't know... Is that when a bull does that big ol' thrust in, the cow relaxes... But as he's pulling out, she clamps down with a ring of muscles to 'milk' the cum out of the bull's dick." Tom's Uncle began to breath harder. "Of course you have to be long enough to be able to feel her do it." His voice sounded, 'tighter'. "Ahhh... you wicked beast." The older man started picking up speed.. Jerking his hips back he was able to pull a good nine inches out of the cow, before shoving back in. The repeated soft slapping sounds, marked each return to balls deep.
Tom couldn't help but notice the muscles in his Uncle's back, buttocks, and legs as they flexed to power the frenzied fucking going on in front of him. A deep groan that the young man first thought came from the cow, but instead was from the human driving his huge cock inside the bovine. Henry's strokes were becoming shorter and more powerful. His hands gripped the beast's pin bones, that stuck out of her hips like natural handles, helping to pull the human even deeper into his bovine lover. Finally Uncle Henry slammed into the cow like a bull would, and even gave out a deep bellow that sounded more bovine than human. The younger Texan watch as muscles seam to twitch randomly over his Uncle's body. Then like a tree falling in slow motion, Henry bent at the waist and slowly laid on the cow's broad back.
Uncle Henry looked over at his nephew standing a few feet away. As expected he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Flashing his trademark grin at the lad, he gave him a 'Thumbs up' sign and said. "And THAT'S how you fuck a cow."

As Tom laid on the back of his cow, the last of his cum draining into her slick cunt, he look at the spot were he stood that day. And wondered if someday, one of his own nephews would be standing there.

This post has been edited by Ramseys on Nov 3 2009, 02:35 AM

Thanks for continuing. :devil2:

Well, Duh! Everyone knows there won't be flying cars..........





"Beam me up, Scotty!"

:lol: :lol: :lol:

"And THAT'S how you fuck a cow."



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This post has been edited by neandernitz on Nov 3 2009, 11:32 PM

Ok.. You just got 10 points for that one. :lol:

Thank you very much for posting this excellent story, Ramseys! The sex is authentic which I find refreshing and the story is well written. Can't wait to see what happens next.
LD

Ok.. Here's a work of fiction.
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If you don't want to, or shouldn't be looking at works that include zoo sex acts...
What are you doing here?
GO AWAY! NOW.


7



Alan sat smoking a cigar on his new back porch. The old one had some 'soft' spots in it, and the bar owner didn't want one of his more portly patrons going through the floor. So he hired the guys that did such a nice job on his deck and bandstand, to come out and tear the old porch off the back of the bar and build a new one. In the process of dismantling the old structure, the crew had found four 'Bowie' type knives and a old single action revolver of unknown make. All with a heavy layer of rust. Alan sent them off to a friend that was into stuff like that. And he had done a great job of cleaning them up. Of course the gun was too far gone to be made functional again. But 'de-rusted' enough so it could be displayed along with the knives, behind the bar.
The bar owner didn't need the old gun to work, several years ago he had bought a fine old Kimber Ultra Carry II, .45acp, in pristine condition. That is what he carried in a 'small of the back' holster, whenever he was alone in the bar.
Alexis was in her enclosure, asleep. She had spent her Sunday running around the field as her human walked among the tires making sure trash hadn't been blown into any.
When Alan closed the door behind her as she entered her outside home, he told her. "I don't want you running off, if I fall asleep." She was in heat and he knew that she would probably be driven by her hormones to wonder off to find a dog to mate with.
The classical music station stopped playing Bach long enough to tell him it was 11:00. He allowed himself a few moments of bitter remembrance of the life he had to leave back in Indiana. A trespasser on his farm had seen him with one of his goats. Then tried to blackmail him. Like most folks who do what he did, had a plan in the back of their minds.
A call to a friend over in Ohio, and a midnight removal of all his livestock. New hard drives for his computer, the old ones along with all photos and papers went back to Ohio that same night. A good friend, a smart friend, he had removed his license plates from his truck and stock trailer. He met with the blackmailer the next day and wanted to know why he was doing this. "Just for the money", he said.
Alan then told him that it was just his word against his. But the guy thought for a moment and then said he had photos. The bar owner knew this was bull shit, and told the man so. "Yea... We'll see".
The cops showed up two days later with a warrant. The took his computer and him to jail. After a month out on bond, during which time he lost his job, they finally got around to a pre-trial. They had photos, looked like some that had been down loaded from on line. After taking off his clothes to prove that he didn't match the guy in the photos, they blustered and said they found stuff on his computer. But when their expert came in, to his credit, he said he didn't find anything on his machine.
He stuck around for several months, but the rumors wouldn't die. Fervent glances and laughter behind his back. Finally enough was enough and even though the farm had been in his family for generations. He called up the developer that had been hounding him for several years, and sold it to him. His only joy was knowing that now there was going to be a big housing development going in there, and it would piss a lot of folks off.
Alan dropped out of the zoo community for a while. Only visited some friends from time to time. The only zoo he stayed in contact with was his friend in Ohio. But even then he never went to visit him or his old goats. He didn't want to 'taint' him, by showing up. And then he got Alexis. Life started to be good again. He still wondered why he bought the bar. He's had a lot of fun so far. And Tom was a great friend to share his animals with him. Of course Alan had told Tom all about his 'trouble' back in Indiana. But his said it was no problem, what with the sheriff being his brother and all.
Sitting back, propping his feet up on the chair across from him, watching the cloud of cigar smoke lazily drifting out from under the porch roof. Alan's thought drifted to last weeks events. Another 'Welcome the Aliens' party, went well... Good band this time too... The new draft beer was selling well... The computer seamed to have settled down. He never did figure out why the hard drive was acting so funny the past few days... Jenny was taking the next Friday and Saturday off to go visit her folks... I wonder if I can get my friend from Ohio to come down for a week or two. I'd bet he'd get along really well with Tom... Maybe I could contact some of my other old zoo friends, now that I was in a 'safe' place... It's been what? Three years now... Alan nodded to himself. Feels funny to have 'roots' again... Maybe he'd talk to Tom about boarding some animals at his place. He was sure the old Texan didn't mind sharing his critters with him... But he still felt funny about not having something to share in return... He never did like the 'user zoos' that always wanted to 'have a go' with your animals, but never had any of their own... Maybe some of those hair sheep he had been reading about... No wool to shear and tolerated the heat well... Man is sure is quiet tonight... I wonder how my ebay bids are doing? I sure love to get those autographed pictures of the original Star Trek cast. They'd look great over the bar... It's about midnight now, so another sixteen hours to go... Alexis sure has a big swollen twat, what a tight fit she was this morning... Maybe we'll turn in early tonight...

What the?
What looked like a softball, zipped past the edge of the light that spilled out from the porch. Getting up Alan went down the steps and looked in the direction the ball went... Nothing... Looking the other way, towards the tires... Nothing there either. Just as he was about to put it down to maybe being almost asleep and was seeing things... He looked again at the tire area... Nothing... But more then that, there was really 'nothing'. No stars, not even the distant radio towers that normally have red lights blinking... Power out over there? Looking one way then the other, he could see stars, but right in front of him was a huge... NOTHING!
Stepping over to the power box on the side of the bar, Alan flipped the big switch up to turn on the lights he had put up for the 'paint parties'. That should have brightly lit up the nearest tires... Nope, not working. Wait a minute... Stepping out into the party area, he looking up, he could see the ever present bugs flying in the beams of light... But the light wasn't going any where? That can't be... Then he spotted the 'softball' again, hovering just above the pole the lights were mounted on. Looking back at the bar he saw another ball over the porch where he had been setting. Alan's mind went into 'high gear' but there wasn't anything he could get his mind around! "What the hell is going on?" He asked himself. Then out of the black 'nothing', another 'softball' flew up to him and stopped about four feet away at head height. The surface seam to be smooth with a dark sheen, like black chrome.
"Please stand still and don't move." The ball said. The bar owner was about to say something in return when the huge black 'nothing' suddenly cracked and a door shaped rectangle began to appear.

Just like in countless sci-fi movies, Alan watched the top of the 'door' as it tilted foreword and angled down towards the ground, making the classic ramp. It's end was about twenty feet from where Alan stood. The light streaming out wasn't the, 'I'm blind now!' bright blue light, but was warm, like a late afternoon day sun. The opening was pretty good sized, because two rather large armored bipeds, a good seven to eight feet tall, stomped down it. Well, it looked like they 'stomped', there was only a soft 'thump' at each foot fall.
"Please disarm yourself." The bar owner only blinked at the ball. Then after a moment the ball tried again. "Please remove the weapon from your body." The little ball seamed please with itself that it came up with a more exact statement. Alan pulled the Kimber from it's holster and held the gun up, muzzle pointed skyward. "This?" he asked. "Please move it away from your area." The ball sounded a bit smug that it was successfully communicating with the human.
Alan stood frozen for a moment. There was two rather large aliens standing at the foot of a ramp that lead up to a spaceship. Both of which looked to be holding at the ready some really impressive looking rifles that probably could vaporize him, along with half the county.
"Well it's not like there's going to be anybody coming around wanting money for drugs right now." And with a shrug to himself, the bar owner stepped over to one of the gas grills and placed the gun on the little wooded counter that stuck out one side. Returning to his former location the man waited.
From inside the ship came three more balls that flew out and arranged themselves in a triangle around him. Then the trio began a slow orbit around his body, working their way down until they were brushing the grass Alan was standing on. Then they orbited back up to circle his head for a good minute. "Should I turn my head and cough?" he asked 'his' ball. Well it never left him, it kept it's position about four feet out, head high.
With a slight smile, Alan was pleased to note that his ball dipped a few inches... "Must of made the CPU usage kick up some." he thought to himself. Then after it probably got some help from inside the ship the ball answered. "If that will make you more comfortable." Then just as quickly, the three balls headed back into the ship
Well at least they are not overtly hostile, or that 'scan' would have been a lot more, 'invasive'. And they are trying to understand and communicate with him. Speaking of which,
"Alan Cooper" the ball said. The bar owner wasn't sure if that was a statement or a question. "Yes, that's me."
"Goat Lover 3K" The ball uttered his screen name. That made the human rock back in surprise. "How..." Of course the hard drive in his computer, they probably accessed it. Well they knew about him, but what did they make of it, he wondered.
"Goat Lover 3K" Again the ball said his screen name. "Yes, that's me also."
"We have questions." The ball seamed to sound a bit hopeful.
"I bet." Alan regained a bit of his composure. He figured if this was some kind of LEO sting, they really spared no expense. To make a ball float like that, if passable, would be some super top secret project that he was sure wouldn't be used out in the middle of Texas for a zoo sting.
Than there was movement from inside the ship... Another large biped form started down the ramp. No armor this time. But he couldn't quite figure out the shape... As it came down the ramp into the light, it's feet were seen first then the legs. The two black legs looked rather skinny for the size of the body and feet... HOOVES! It had hooves, big cloven hooves and the legs bent funny, like an animals. The thighs were powerful and between them... A massive swinging scrotum! The black of it's legs extended up it's front. But now Alan could see the rest of the body was covered in white.... WOOL! Jesus, a Ram was walking down the ramp!
A Suffolk ram, that would have been the envy of any sheep farmer, stood at the base of the ramp looking at him. Standing upright he was close to seven feet tall. Two low set floppy ears extended out from either side of his head. Two wide set eyes that appeared to have binocular vision. A proud Roman muzzle ending in furred lips and nose. A collar of close trimmed white wool around his neck that gave way to the gloss black hair covered his chest and belly and of course down to those obviously male bits. The closely trimmed white wool covered his sides, back and down onto his upper arms and thighs. Black slender arms that ended in hands that were two fingered and two thumbed. Very hoof like only elongated. He had his own ball that hovered above his right shoulder, just out of range of his flicking ear.
The ball must have spoke to him, his ear gave a flick and he turned his head slightly toward it and spoke softly to it.
Soon after that two more forms started down the ramp. Another male, but not as tall as the first, and a ewe about Alan's height. They both wore what looked like vests, that held equipment of some sort.
A captain and two scientists, Alan figured. And of course the two security guys. The male scientist walked around the Captain and pulled something from his vest, and headed to the power panel on the bar's wall. The bar owner turned to watch him. After waving his devise over the panel, and checking the readout, he headed towards Alexis' enclosure.
"Hey.. That's close enough." To Alan's surprise he stopped and looked back."
"Baanaaban will not hurt your companion." Alan's ball informed him. Turning back to the Captain, The human took a step towards him. "He better not." Alan spoke with as much emphases as he could. And trying not to flinch when the two guards shifted in their stance.
Although he couldn't help but jump when a soft baaing came from just in back of him. The ewe had also moved while the human was watching the male ovine scientist. "We are not here to harm you or your dog Alan Cooper". His ball obviously translating her remarks. Alan turned and looked into a beautiful set of eyes. Some folks think goat and sheep eyes are creepy, but not him. "If you say so" the human spoke in a whisper.
The ewe looked down at her hand held device, she pressed a button in it's side and looked at it again. Seaming confused she used her other 'hoof hand' to punch some more buttons... Looking over to her Captain, she spoke in that soft contented sheep sound. Then looked back at Alan. Again she spoke and the ball dutifully translated. "When I first talked to you, you must not have known I was next to you. I got a reading I can only guess was surprise at my presence, they returned to your normal for a moment, but now I'm getting a different set of readings. Can you please explain?"
Alan stuttered not sure what to say... "I ahh.." Oh what the hell, he thought. "I ... think you're beautiful, I've always like sheep." Again the ewe looked at her device and seamed to scroll through some kind of data base. Look at the human's face she seamed to be trying to read his thoughts. "You are interested in mating?" The ball asked for her.
Just as Alan was trying to figure how to answer that question, when a loud boom that could only have been his .45 going off, shook the area. Instinctively the human grabbed the ewe and both fell to the ground with the human shielding her body.

Alan woke with a dull ache in his head... "Shit what happened?" he wondered. Opening his eyes he saw he was inside... the ship? Soft light, cream colored ceiling and walls. Turning his head he saw the Captain looking down at him. "My scientists tell me you were acting on reflex. I want you to tell me why you attacked my crew member."
"Attacked...." The human tried to think what he was talking about. "Someone was firing my gun. I guess I didn't want the ewe to get hurt. So I tried to protect her."
The Captain looked over to a window in the far wall and the ram on the other side nodded. "Well in that case I guess we owe you an apology. The balls thought you were attacking and stunned you." The huge ram explained. Sitting up one the low bed, Alan's head swum a bit, but soon cleared. Swinging his legs over the side, he looked up at the Captain. "I'm sorry, I guess I should have thought of that and not touched her... Was anyone hurt when the gun went off?" The Captain gave what could only have been a snort of disgust. "I flew up and gave that idiot that picked it up, a bloody nose, but no it didn't hit anyone."
Shaking his head the human said, "It's got two safeties, how did he fire it?" The huge ram only gave what was surely a shrug.
"How long was I out?.. How's Alexis?" Alan looked around for the exit. "10 minutes and your dog is untouched by us, other then to keep her asleep." His ball told him. "We weren't going to bring you in, but Naanannun insisted we make sure you were not injured by the stunning." The large ram pulled a 'u' shaped stool closer and sat down, his sizable scrotum hanging in the opening. The human licked his lips and tried not to stare. "Since you are in here, we might as well have a talk, I'm sure you have some questions."
Alan looked into the steady eyes of the captain. "Well you seem to know a lot about us humans, how long have you been watching us?"
"Ten years now, I'm on my third rotation here."
"How come we've never seen your ship? We are looking out there all the time."
"We mostly stay behind your moon. The probes you send to it, all look down at it's surface and not up. And sometimes, like tonight we've come into your atmosphere to collect samples."
"Samples?"
"Not humans, lower life forms... And the animals you call sheep. We were very interested in them. Ever since we heard the sounds, that sounded very much like us on that disk you sent out."
"Disk?... Oh the Voyager disk. You found it."
"And the images showed that you shared your planet with many different species. In ten years we've also been able to see your television programs. At first many of us were confused at what we were seeing, then we figured out that some told fictional stories. While others told about factual events taking place on your planet. Past and present."
"Yea, I imagine that was pretty confusing... But why me? And why now?"
"You invited us."
"I invited you?... Oh, the sign on the roof. 'Aliens Land Here'." Alan shook his head a bit as he thought to himself, "Well I did ask for 'em to land."
"And why now?"
"We had gone about as far in our study of earth as we could go, without talking to some of you."
"How do you know I can help you? How did you know I just wouldn't start shooting the first time I saw you?"
"Well that was a calculated risk on our part. And some good intel from our people that had been monitoring your World Wide Web. We knew there were many among you that would have reacted violently. But we were able to develop a 'profile' of the type of human that we felt could be approached."
Alan suddenly knew where this was going. "Humans that not only got along with our own species, but also liked other species as well."
"Sex is very important on your planet, and the control of it by many groups. They created what you call 'taboos'. Some break those taboos in their practice of having sex with your 'animals'. The ones that do, call themselves 'Zoos'. It has taken nearly the whole 10 years to finally get a, 'handle on it.' As you humans say."
"So how do you know that I... am... one of these zoos?"
"One of our trips here we left some 'balls' that studied you. So we know that you and a human named Tom Wilson, engage in sex with your lower life forms."
"You've been watching me?" Alan was shaken by this news.
The big ram's ear flicked as his ball told him something. "Please be calm, we are not going to inform anyone about what you did. I know that you fear reprisals from your fellow humans if they knew of your activities."
Alan took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "Thanks, I appreciate that." he exhaled.
"Naanannun was most interested in the affection you showed your animal partners. Animals that are treated very badly by many of your fellow humans."
"Naananon?"
"Naanannun, the female you were protecting outside."
Alan looked at the big ram.... "Damn why does he have to be so good looking?" Then the human looked down at the soft brown floor... "I better be honest to these guys..." he thought.
"Ahh.. look, you may think you know me, but I'm not any better then most folks out there... I mean I eat meat... I don't eat any of my partners, but still I USE animals just like everyone else on this planet."
The massive ram had actually been expecting something like this, and had watched videos of what humans did when one reveals what they consider an 'evil' thing to another. Standing up and stepping over to the, head bowed human, he put his hand on his shoulder and said to him. "Don't worry about it. We know about human eating habits. And I'm sure you don't eat your lovers. You have a couple of million years of instincts driving you. And when you think about it, we eat life forms too. Plants are living things."
Alan looked up and stared directly at the small opening that was the end of the ram's sheath. And that wonderful male sheep smell... Quickly he tilted his head up to look the Captain in the face. "Thank you.." was all he was able to squeak out.
Again he saw the ear flick and the Captain nodded to the window behind him. "My crew tells me that you have interesting bio readings just now... Is there something you'd like to do?"
The human looked down at the padded bench he was sitting on and then over his shoulder at the now three sheep looking at him. Turning back to the huge ram standing over him he nodded. "May I touch you, sir?"
"Of course, only if we can touch you in return." It was hard to gage what the Captain meant by that, but the human took him at his word and slowly reached out to lightly rub the black hair just to the side of his sheath. The big sheep took a step closer to the human. Alan figured that it meant he could continue. The human used both hands to rub over his lower belly and around to the sides to feel the tightly trimmed wool. God he felt just like the sheep at his friends place in Ohio, just after shearing. Bringing his hands around to the ram's front again, he let them travel lower. There was that same bit of hairless skin on the inside of the ram's thighs... And then the warn soft hair of his scrotum... They all went around naked, so they must not have the same hang ups about themselves as humans do...
Alan did hear the massive sheep's breathing slow and become deeper... The human ran his hands over the black furred hide of the ram's sack. Carefully he hefted them, feeling the twin elongated testicles. The human then slid his hand around behind the ball sack and rubbed the area over the ram's sigmoid flexure... To his delight he saw the ball tip of the ram's cock peak out of the sheath.
"I see you haven't confined your sex to just the females." The translation began to show some emotion in it's replies. "Only with handsome animals, not humans." Alan whispered as his kept rubbing the sweet spot between the ram's balls and anus. His other hand drifted from the scrotum and traveled up the thickening sheath. Somewhere in the back of the human's brain told him to not use his mouth, that might not be seen as a friendly gesture. So he only used his hands. More and more of the slim pink ovine penis slid out of the sheath tunnel. Once the ram was nearly fully extended, Alan move his hand from the taint and softly grasped the middle of the moist fourteen inch shaft. Sliding his hand slowly up and down he felt the powerful ram quiver. Alan then brought his hand up to the knobby tip and stroked it with a gently gripped hand. The ram's loins bucked once and Alan was showered with a squirt of watery sheep semen.
The ram staggered back and sat on his stool, his cock slowly receding back into it's sheath. After catching his breath the Captain look at the human and gave what had to be a sheep version of a smile. "I see we picked the right human." he said to the human as well as the watching scientists.
After a few moments the Captain rose from is seat and said. "Please wait here, we'll talk some more later." And then the huge ram strode from the room.
Alan sat with his head swimming. "Jesus... Did I just give a hand job to an alien?... A damn sexy one, but still, I've been in contact with them for how long? An hour maybe?"
The human looked around the room some more. The ever present floating ball, only now it floated above this right shoulder like the Captain's did. A padded narrow bed.. bench.. thing he was sitting on. Apparently with built in sensors that told the group behind the glass what he was feeling. Moving his feet around on the brown floor he confirmed that it did have a slight 'give' to it. "Probably easier on those hoofs." he thought. That funny 'U' shaped stool, and a small table over by the door, some of those hand scanners like that ewe had, were laying on it. The door was hard to make out, but now that he seen it open, he could see the outline of it. Cream colored walls, and a ceiling that seamed to give off a soft even glow. The whole room wasn't much bigger then his spare bedroom in the bar. Only this one had a window with three sheep and the Captain on the other side of it. They seamed to be having a deep conversation. One sheep, Alan thought it was the same ewe as the one outside, was holding up her scanner for the Captain to see. After looking at the small screen on the device, he nodded to her, turned and left. The ewe gave him a glance through the glass and also left. Only to appear at the door.

Naanannun stepped into the room, she no longer wore her vest, and started to walk towards the human, who quickly stood and waited for her. The ewe stopped and looked at him. Thought a moment and said, "In your culture you would be called 'old fashion' for doing that." Alan bowed slightly to her and explained, "A gentleman always stands for a beautiful female... And I see you really do know our world." The human noted that same 'smile' crossed her face as she continued to the stool and sat down. Alan followed suite and sat back down on the bench. Again she held her hand device out toward him. "What, the bench thing isn't giving you enough readings?" She poked it a few times and said. "Good, I'm getting normal readings from you for a change." Looking up she continued. "I carefully calibrated this unit to your bio signs when our medical balls scanned you earlier." "'Normal'?" the man asked.
"I first got surprise when I startled you outside, then another set of readings I was trying to figure out when our rather stupid explorer picked up your gun and fired it... What were you feeling just before that event?"
Alan thought for a moment. "Hell she just saw me jack off her captain, I guess there's no need to be tactful." Clearing his throat he told her. "I had just seen the most beautiful pair of sheep eyes, and I was feeling the beginnings of lust." The ewe stood up and put the scanner down to her side. She stepped toward him and stood with her hooves even farther apart then she usually stood, as if she was displaying herself to him. Alan didn't quite know what to think of this, but none the less his eyes did roam over her body.
Her markings were very similar to the Captain's. Even had the same white 'bib' of white wool around her neck. Her black chest was smooth, but barreled shaped, and with out nipples, as it should be. Because sheep have a small compact udder between their hind legs. As his inspection of her traveled down, he smiled at her plump belly. She was a ruminant so she had extra stomachs in there. So she might have been 'svelte' by sheep standards, he just thought she looked 'comfortable'. With an even bigger smile he noted that her teats were in the right place. Soft and hairless, with just a slight tinge of pink around the teat nubs. Strong thighs, long 'back bent' legs and large shiny black hooves. Seeing that his gaze had traveled down to her hooves, the ewe turned around so he could see her back as well. Alan suddenly noticed that they didn't have any tails. Sheep normally have tails that are docked at birth, he wondered why the would do the same. "You don't have a tail." he told her. She spoke and of course the ball told him. "We 'dock' out tails for the same reason that you are circumcised, it keeps us cleaner since we have a hard time reaching that area of our bodies." The human nodded. "So you are not any more flexible then earth sheep?" "We are some, but still find it hard to reach that area."
Then she bent over so she was, 'on all fours', with her rump towards him. She look exactly like an earth sheep, only with longer legs. The white wool covered her rump and down her thighs to stop just above the 'knee'. It was, however, the inverted teardrop shaped dark patch under her dock that drew the attention of the human. The short black hair around the tightly puckered anus looked very clean. Of course they would have ways of reaching there, a simple sponge on a stick would easily allow them to keep that area clean. And if they produced the same dry pellets like earth sheep did, then the need for cleansing would almost be non-existent. Remove the tail, keep the wool trimmed, and Suffolk sheep were some of the cleanest of farm animals. But that was all secondary to the human, for in the middle of that dark patch of fur was the most perfect sheep pussy he has ever seen. The small, dark chocolate, vulva was ever so slightly puffy and moist. The fleshy point at the bottom of the slit, thrust out like a stubby finger.
The ewe stood up and turned back around to look at Alan, as the human was trying to adjust his cargo shorts to hide his sudden erection. Again she checked her trusty scanner and this time she definitely gave the human a smile. "Ok, your turn... Please take off your clothing." "Now?" Alan's voice cracked slightly at the thought of having to show his erection to everyone. "Yes now please. And please don't worry, I've seen you in an aroused state before." The bar owner wasn't sure if that made him feel any better... But did what he was asked, and pulled off his T-shirt and unlaced his boots. Taking off one then the other followed by the socks. Everything was in a small pile on the floor next to the bed. Finally he took a deep breath, stood, and unfastened his cargo shorts, letting them drop to the floor. No underwear, today was Sunday. "At least it's not sticking straight out." Alan was grateful that his penis was loosing some stiffness.
This time it was the ewe's turn to look at the human's body. She seam to nod to herself as if ticking off various anatomy features in her brain. The length of time she stared at his genitals, Alan was wondered of that was all purely scientific. "Turn around please." Alan stepped out of his shorts that lay around his ankles, and kicked them into the pile of the rest of his clothes, then he turned his back to the ewe. After a few minutes. "Ok bend over." Alan was glad he had a shower just before coming out onto the porch a few hours ago. "All done looking, you may stand up now." The human rose and turned to face the ewe again.
"I'm going to touch you now." the ewe stated before reaching out. The dark thick nails felt cool, as she ran her two fingered hoof-hand over his chest. "Christ isn't there anything this ewe can do that's not a complete turn on for me?" The bar keep thought to himself, as he felt 'twitches' coming from his loins. She stepped closer and the human could smell her light sheep scent. Like spring time and lanolin. Alan could see the ewe's nose as it twitched as she scented him. "Between your human musk and that of the Captain's, you smell very sexy".
Alan looked into her golden sheep eyes, and slowly exhaled. He could imagine her sitting in front of a mirror brushing the black hair of her face, giving her a well manicured appearance. The human couldn't help himself, but he lightly stroked his finger along her long jaw. Thinking of the sheep his friend in Ohio had, how he love to stroke their faces and rub behind their ears. And the way they closed their eyes in enjoyment. "Thanks." he answered the compliment. This time it was the human that stepped closer so that his chest and her barreled one were touching. Their noses were just inched from each other. She leaned her head closer and rubber her furred muzzle along his cheek, he felt her fuzzy lips move and a quick flick of her tongue on his skin. leaning back she looked at his face to see his reaction. The human just smiled at her and asked. "Did you just kiss me?" The ewe smiled and nodded. Alan then leaned his head foreword and mimicked her action by lightly brushing his tongue against her lips. Again she leaned her head foreword and they stood cheek to cheek, arms around each other. The human rub one hand over her back and the other was rubbing the back of her head, while she was running one hoof over his back and the other was exploring his rump. Alan would have been happy to stand like that forever, but the ewe's rumen had other ideas, and with a rumble from deep inside her, she gave out a tremendous belch. Alan quickly held his breath, he had been on the receiving end of sheep burps before, and knew they could be quite powerful. But the human couldn't stop himself and started laughing.
Stepping back the ewe wasn't sure how to take this reaction to her perfectly normal belch. "What is humorous?" She asked the human. Alan could only shake his head and explained, "I don't really know... It's just that, I've had earth sheep do that to me also, and for some reason when you did it, Well... it was funny." Looking down the ewe saw that the human's erection had returned. "Other then getting belched at, did you do anything else with earth sheep?" Alan figured she already knew his answer. "Yes." He answered, "I also like to kiss them on there 'other' lips." The ewe nodded and said, "From the reaction we've seen when you were with your dog, Tom's goats and pony, I bet you do that really well." "I'd be happy to demonstrate." It was Alan's turn to watch to see her reaction. Naanannun stepped foreword so her body was again pressed against his. Her deep sheep voice 'baaed' softly in his ear. "I'd like that." the floating ball told him. The human looked up at the floating orb and told it. "I think I could have figured that one out myself.. Why don't you be quiet for a while." The sheep said something to it and it replied. "Ok.. Just a moment and I'll turn it off." She stepped away from him and trotted over to the door where the little table was standing. Among the items arranged on it, she plucked a small bottle shaped object and trotted back to him. "We saw you using a liquid substance when you were with your animals, and we've made some for you." The human took the offered bottle and watched as the ewe walked to the bench.
While the space sheep had longer lags then the earth one's, they were still shorter then his, and when she stepped to the low bench, while a bit low for the human, it was just right for her to stand at the end and to lay her body across it. Alan walked behind the prone ewe and knelt down. The soft floor was easy on his knees as he looked once again at her lovely nether lips. Setting the bottle down, Alan then ran his hands over her rump, he leaned foreword and rubbed his face over her black patch. The soft puffy flesh felt so nice on his skin, pressing his nose against the her fur he inhaled her ovine musk. His tongue then flicked over the thin line of naked skin that was her sex opening. A slight wiggle from her, made the human increase the pressure he was putting on her lips and his tongue tip parted her labial lips. Slipping it inside a fraction of an inch, he ran it up and down in her small slit. Alan was happy to find that she also had a slim pointed clitoris buried in the soft folds of sheep flesh at the bottom of her vulva. Flicking his tongue over it, he heard a shape baa come from the ewe. But she made no move to stand up, so he pressed on, sliding his tongue deeper into her animal twat. Pulling it slowly back out he then pursing his lips, he began to softly suckle on the fleshy tip that stuck out, sucking her into his mouth. Again he got a reaction from the ewe, she pushed her rump back into his face and gave a low moan. Releasing the vacuum he let her flesh spring back, only to dive in again with his tongue and tease her clit more vigorously this time. The ewe's rump jump at each swipe of his oral love making.
A pleading sound 'baaa' made the human stop. "I guess you wanting to move on to something else." he mused to himself. Picking up the bottle he saw it had no top but when he squeeze it, a small drop of liquid appeared at the end. Wiping the fluid off and rubbing it between his thumb and finger, he figured they had duplicated his lube. Squeezing some more out, he coated his ragging erection with it. Standing up he had to spread his legs apart slightly, to make him the proper height. Holding the base of his dick, the human looked at the trim white wool of the ewe's back before him and said. "I hope this is what you are wanting." Then Alan stepped closer and pressed his glans against the sheep's vulva he had just made all puffy and wet. The ewe's soft nether lips parted and expanded easily to allow the human to enter her sex. A soft groan came from the prostrate sheep as the human slid his cock deeper into her warm tunnel. The sheep's vestibule was snug around him, and didn't 'end' quickly like a goat's did, in a big roomy vagina. But it felt like he was sliding his manhood into a warm fleshy tube that gripped his cock in a cozy embrace. As the last of his seven inch shaft slid into her, he felt his glans slip past her inner band of muscles and enter her soft vagina. Alan loves goats, but sheep pussy has to be some of the best there is.
The one voice in his head that was screaming, "My god! She's a space alien!". Was being drowned out by the one going, "Ohhh FUCK YEAH! she feels sooooo damn goooood!"
Alan savored the animal warmth and wetness of the pussy he was buried to his balls in. But a wiggle from her hind end reminded him he had a job to do. "You feel so damn good." He said aloud. And with that he pulled his cock gradually out of her sensuous sheep cunt until just the head remained in her puffy labium. Then he pushed back into her thick delightful tunnel... The human lightly grasped the sheep's hips as he stroked her... In and out he slowly fucked, his glans pushing through her carnal flesh with each stroke...
Naanannun gave out a deep moan as the human fucked her. He's hefty simian cock felt as she dreamed it would... Filling her, stretching her cunt... Not as long as a ram's, but the thick shaft dragged over her clit, sending shivers through out her body... She had wanted to take him to her bed, but the Captain was adamant about the first time was to be in the med-bay, with her in contact with the scanner... No wonder his animals all were eager to have him mate with them... What he did with his mouth and tongue before he started fucking her was amazing... No ram could do what he did... And now his wonderful human cock was sending waves of pleasure through her... Even the feeling his hairless body pressing against her rump, when he was fully in her, added to her excitement.
"Damn she's tight!" Alan thought. He was doing his best to not cum too quickly. "Got to make mankind look good." The human increased his fucking, and was soon slapping her woolly rump with his groin with each thrust... The lube was perfect, he could feel the smooth texture of her ovine cunt walls, sliding around his slick dick with each stroke... Looking down he could see her dark labial lips being pulled out slightly as they were dragged out with his human penis, only to be pushed back in as he pumped her bestial twat... "Definitely have to get some sheep out to Tom's place." Thought the bar owner, who was doing his best to not shoot... But the sensuous tunnel he was burying his cock in on each fuck stroke, was doing it's best to bring him to orgasm... The first drops of his pre-cum leaked from his piss-slit, adding to the wet mixture in the ewe's cunt.
The ewe's head lowered to her crossed arms that lay the padded bio-bench... She could hear the human's breathing becoming more labored... Her own breath puffed warmly on her arm fur... In all her years of fucking males, did she ever feel anything like this... She could feel the swollen ridge around his glans, as he stroked his turgid cock rapidly in her sex... The sounds of his fucking were becoming louder... The tingling in her loins was reaching a fevered pitch... Giving a staccato baa... Naanannun's orgasm flashed through her body... Her ewe jizz flowed over the human's pounding cock.
Alan felt the ewe shutter and bleat loudly. Her cunt cinched tightly around his shaft and sensed her cum washing over his dick... Gripping the sheep's hips firmly, the human fucked the soppy bestial cunt even harder... A sudden tightening in his loins... The human hilted himself into the hot sheep pussy and hosed his simian seed deep into her... Wave of muscle contractions and another blast of cum was added to the first... The bar owner seamed to collapse slightly as he held himself over her ovine rump... Another blast of thick human semen was jetted into the animal...
Feeling ten times more cum flood into her, then she had ever felt before, the ewe's body was thrown into a second orgasm... A guttural baa escaped her mouth as her sheep twat milked the last of the human's cum from his body.
Behind the sound proof window, there was excited baaing from the medical team watched the readouts from the sensor bed. Looking into the med-bay, they watched as the two different species become motionless, their groins still pressed tightly to each others.
Alan felt his cock give a few feeble twitches and then began to soften. With a loud sigh, he pulled out of the ewe's sloppy pit. Staggering slightly he went around her still prone form and sat on the bench next to her head. Looking up at his ball, he told it, "You can start working again." He then turned to the sheep and in a hushed voice he told her, "That my dear ewe was about the best sheep sex I think I've ever had." Again habit took over and the human reached out and began to stroke her ear.

:devil2: Hi Ramseys, thanks for the new instalment and a ten for you. :devil2: