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

No sex in first chapter.

Any ways, on to chapter 1

Prolog:

1:

The bar sat at a desolate Texas crossroads.
On the diagonal sat a gas station. A few years back the gas pumps and tanks were replaced, so the locals knew the gas was clean and passed up other stations to stop there for fuel.
Tom Wilson pulled the long wooden stick out of the 'hi-test' tank, noting the number, he turned in time to see the latest owner of the bar slam the door on the moving truck and rumble off east.
"Damn ass-hole did even say goodbye, no wonder his bar didn't make it."
Putting the cover back on the fuel tank, Tom went back inside to log the numbers in his book.
Just then a car pulled up to the pumps. Even though the pumps had been converted to 'self-serv' a long time ago, Tom kept the old hoses and bell that announced a customer.
Folks seamed to like hearing the brass bell dinging as they drove up. A sound of a bygone era. And Tom liked it, because with the noise of the air conditioner, it let him know there was someone filling up. He'd look out the big window and see who was getting gas. Also to make sure some stranger wasn't going to drive off with out paying.
At the sound of the 'ding', Tom looked up to see a piece of automotive history. A 1996 Buick Roadmaster station wagon. Looked in fine shape too. Tom almost left the comfort of the AC to go out and have a look at it. Then he saw a huge Harlequin Great Dane stick it's head out of the passenger side window.
Carefully stepping around his sleeping Basset hound, Tom strode out into the hot Texas air.
The dog with cheerful looking eyes watch the weathered, skinny Texan come from the building. Alan Cooper also looked up to see what appeared to be a genuine cowboy strolling up to the back of his car. By the looks of him, Alan figured he wasn't in any costume, but had dressed that way since he was a boy. Stetson hat, faded shirt, and worn blue jeans, from the bottoms of which poked out a pair of cowboy boots. Standing about five foot five. Alan couldn't tell his age, it could have been forty to eighty. Alan also noted that the gas station owner glanced at his out of state plate.
Tom examined the 30 year old car. Noted the faux wood trim was showing a bit of fading, but still looks good shape. The driver, looked to be in his early 30's, average size he figured, six foot maybe, sandy hair poking out from around a 'Great Danes are Cool', baseball cap. One of those 'natural' colored t-shirts and a pair of light tan cargo shorts. A pair of work boots shuffled around in the sand that blew around the fuel island. A quick glance at the license plate, confirmed what he figured that the driver was from out of state. "Someone's been taking good care of this old beauty." Tom tried to keep his normal draw out of his speech.
Alan's face broke into a smile. "Yea, used to belong to my dad. I got it after he died a few years back. He hadn't driven it much, kept it in his garage mostly." A whine from the head that was now poking out of the drivers side window caught his attention. "Say is there a place I can walk my dog?" Alan waited the required pause, he knew that the folks here took their time to answer any question. They weren't stupid, he just knew they all took their time to speak. The Texas nodded to a patch of earth with tufts of grass poking out of the sandy soil. "Over there, that's where I take my dog." Alan looked at the flickering numbers on the pump and knew it still had a ways to go. "Care if I leave this running while I take her over there?" After the pause. "Go right ahead, I'll keep an eye on the handle." the station owner drew. Alan nodded and said "Thanks". And went to let his best friend out of the car.
Reaching into the back seat he pulled out a leather lead and clipped it to the big dog's collar. Going the long way around the pumps, so she wouldn't have to negotiate the hose, he set off towards the indicated patch of ground.
Tom watched the man take his black and white bitch to the spot he had pointed out. He used the proper term to refer to a female dog. He never like folks that avoided the word. It was a perfectly proper term to use. "She's a beauty." he thought to himself. "Damn big, even for a Great Dane."
The sound of the filler pipe changed it's tune slightly and the filler clicked off. "I'll let that fellow finish it off." again to himself. Stepping around to the back of the car, he waited for the pair to come back. Trotting next to the man the Great Dane came up to him. The bitch stuck her head out to him to get a sniff. Moving his hand slowly out he let her nose puff at it. Then just as slowly he rubbed one of her ears. He quickly had the big dog leaning against him, nearly knocking him off balance.
"Hey go easy on the locals." Alan scolded his friend. The Dane quickly sat, but kept her head close to the man.
"Oh she's all right. Probably smells my bitch on my jeans." Tom assured the Danes owner.
Alan smiled again and offered the leash to the fellow dog owner. "Could you hold her a second while I finish up the pump, then I can pay you."
Tom took the offered lead and nodded. "She's sure a beautiful bitch.. what's her name?"
"Alexandra, something, something... I never could pronounce her full kennel name, it's Russian. I just caller 'Alexis' for short." Alan explained.
"Russian?" Tom's voice was curious.
"Yea a friend of mine imported some Russian Great Danes into this country. They sure grow 'em big over there. I took one look at the parents and I had to have one. So about two years ago I got 'Alexis'". The pride could clearly be heard in Alan's voice.
"Learn something everyday." Tom muttered to himself. Looking down he saw the massive head swivel to watch her owner as he stepped around the back of the car to the gas filler. When he disappeared from view as he bent down to put the cap back on. She stood up, and with tail wagging, she whined a bit. "I'm right here." Her owner reassured her.
Alan walked around the car again to return to his waiting dog and took the leash when the Texan offered it back to him. "Care if we come inside? She's no trouble."
"I recken so." The station owner drawled. "My Sadie likes to visit with other dogs."
With that exchange, the three heading into the coolness of the building's interior.

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 2

2:

It was two weeks after filling his car that Alan sat in his new home diagonally across the street from the same gas station. Looking around the bar he had just spent the last four days sweeping and dusting away the powdery Texas' dirt that seam to find a way to seep in.
As he went he had kept a running inventory in his head as to what was usable and what was cheap crap. The massive wooden bar, thankfully, had escaped the 'disco' make over the rest of the establishment had gone though.
Alan knew the business had gone through four owners in the past dozen years. So either none of them ever remodeled or the last owner was nuts in making a 'disco bar' 30 years too late.
Looking around he saw that Alexis was sprawled in her, now, usual spot on the small raised platform that once served to hold the sound system. At least that's where all the wires from the chintzy speakers all lead to. The white parts of her coat glowed in the light that streamed in one of the un-blackened windows. Alan pulled his eyes away from his canine goddess and continued to take stock of his bar.
Cheap disco ball with half the mirrors missing.. Check.
Crappy tables and chairs.. Check.
Black painted walls.. Check.
One really nice old bar, that sort'a looked like it might have been English in origin.. Alan got up and looked the bar for the 32nd time. It's smooth hardwood top glowed in the daylight. "Damn what a beauty, I guess even a nut case wouldn't touch you." He thought to himself. The customer side had a bulbous rail to lean on. Underneath was columned about every four feet and in between was a beautifully curly grained wood.. Oak maybe.. Alan wasn't good at identifying wood. Chrome legged bar stools stood in a row with seats in various stages of usability.
Behind the bar was the standard stainless steel sinks and bottle wells. Coolers on either end to hold bottles of beer. The 'back bar' was really something too. Massive columns flanked a beveled glass mirror, and ornate shelves stood ready to display spirits. One end of the bar turned to meet the wall in front of a big window, and the other end had a 'flip up' section to allow the bartender to exit and go behind the massive back bar to a kitchen/storage area.
The kitchen was in fairly good condition. Alan didn't think the last few owners bothered to have food offered. The grill, was a bit rusty, but a good scrubbing would have it looking like new. Those things never really change much over the years. The deep fryers had a layer of dust in 'em, of course. And fortunately the big stainless steel refrigerator, and companion freezer, had been blocked open. So they didn't smell. Farther back was a store room that had heavy duty shelves, an industrial ice maker, and a big water heater. And on the far wall was a basement stair door. An inspection of the lowest floor, showed that the bar had been here for several decades. Very well built with massive beams and floor joists. Alan had silently wondered if this had ever been a refuge from Indian attacks.
Just past the opening that let into the kitchen was a door that opened to reveal steps leading to the upper living quarters. They weren't too bad, kind'a nice really. The steps had a sturdy rail around the opening in the floor. They arrived directly into the main room. Odd pieces of furniture stood, on a faded area rug, in the middle of a large airy room, with large windows that faced the street below. An archway led into a kitchen. Small gas stove and nice counters with a stainless steel sink. Looks like it had been remodeled about fifteen years ago, by someone that cared. All the drawers worked smoothly and the doors all shut. At the end of the counters was a door that led out onto a set of well made steel steps that hugged the end of the bar, leading to the ground.
First door down the hall was the bath room. It's plumbing backed up to the plumbing in the kitchen.. Made sense, to not run pipes all over the place. The fixture there were older then the kitchens. Even had one of those old 'footed', cast iron bath tubs. Still very usable. A place that had been made for one of those washer dryer combos.
On down the hall across from the bath room was a big bed room... Obviously a master bed room. Empty. Across the hall next to the bathroom was a smaller bed room. It still held a tiny night stand and an old iron frame bed stead. Open box springs that twanged noisily when someone sat on the thin mattress. "It would do until my stiff got here."
It was a good thing there wasn't any close neighbors...
Alexis wasted no time in jumping on the bed, as soon as I had smoothed some old sheets down I had found in a little closet in the hall. The Great Dane was rolling onto her back. Tongue hanging out. Head on the pillow, of course, tail wagging slowly across the sheets. In the glow of a tiny bedside lamp, she showed off her feminine 'goodies' to him. Twin rows of thick pink nubs thrust in the air. And her dark mound that stood out from her loins like a puffy mushroom.
Alan mused aloud, "Why Miss Alexis, I do believe you're trying to seduce me." The human wasted not time in shucking his clothes and crawling onto the noisy bed. Both knees and one hand were on one side of his canine goddess, while his other hand reach over her body so his head was above her belly. Lowering his head to the first nub in one row of bitch boobs, the human sucked the rubbery flesh into his mouth. He then gently nibbled on her with his teeth, and lastly he run his tongue around the teat, before moving on to the next one in the row. This slow process was repeated in order, down one row and up the other, to each of her ten nipples.
Alexis lifted her head long enough to see the sandy haired human's head bobbing, over her barrel chest. Laying her head back on to her pillow the bitch groaned in pleasure, her tail thumped on the thin mattress, as each of her boobs were suckled and teased by her human lover. When he reached the end of the line of teats, the man licked and kissed the bare skin between them. Then she felt the human shift on the bed so he was laying next to her. The hand, that had been across her, now gently tugged her onto her side facing him. Well not quite 'facing', for his head was now between her hind legs.
The human slowly rubbed his face against the bitch's puffy nether lips. He loved to look at it... All black in a sea of pink skin and white fur. "How could anyone not want this" Alan thought as he brought his tongue out to lap at the mound of flesh. Slowly ribbing his pink organ over her dog skin. Opening his mouth wide, he worked his lips over her squishy twat, Until he had it fully contained in his mouth. Again he lathered her puffy lips with his tongue. He gently pulled a vacuum, making the mound swell even larger. Alan chuckled to himself, and wondered if anyone ever caught on to the excuse that, 'she's just coming into or going out of heat', as to why Alexis' twat was always puffy. He carefully made sure she really was in heat when ever he took her to the vets for her check ups. Finally the human allowed his tongue to push through the 'Y' shaped opening to enter her vulva.
Alan had no idea if his animal lover understood 'foreplay' but she did seam to enjoy the long lead up. Swirling his tongue around the main tunnel, he reveled in her taste. An, ever so slight iron taste, but mostly just 'bitch' taste. Working is tongue around in her mound he stroked it over her 'hood' that covered her clitoris. Pulling his tongue out he lightly lathered over the 'point', that if she had been standing, was at the very bottom of her pussy. With a loud slurp, the human pulled his mouth from around the wet shiny mound. Again Alan stuck his tongue into Alexis' cunt, only this time he dug under her hood to get at her clit proper. His tongue could feel it swelling as he ran it around the hard nub. Again he pulled out and pursing his lips, worked them into her twat, under the hood and gently suckled on her throbbing clit.
Alexis' orgasm stuck her quickly, her hips buck forcing her mound against her human lover's face. Thick bitch jizz squirted, covering Alan's upper lip and even some going into his nose. The human quickly lap up the offered treat, but only for a lap or two, for is knew he needed to raise up and sit back on his heels. In a flash the big bitch leapt up and started doing a flat spin in the middle of the bed.
Alan grinned broadly as he watch his lover do her 'happy dance'. Nearly rending the sheets. "Wouldn't be the first set." the human happily thought. Once Alexis wound down, she stood in the middle of the bed, with tail wagging and looking at her lover. Alan leaned foreword slightly the Dane stepped to him and laid her head over his shoulder. Drool dripped off her panting tongue onto is back. His arms went around her neck and shoulder, and hugged the massive bitch tightly to his chest. Burying his face in her neck fur, he inhaled her clean scent. But there was someone else that needed attention, and as the human broke their hug, he rose up on his knees and his seven inch erection thrust out from his groin. See this the Great Dane dipped her head to do some licking of her own. Just a few swipes and she was done and backing up to shake her head and give a little bark that sounded very impatient.
"Ok." Alan said and back off the bed to stand next to it. Reaching to the rickety night stand, he plucked the bottle of their favorite lube, and flicked it open. He considered it, 'their' favorite, because she seams to like the taste of it. Squirting out a small amount, he rubs the slick substance over his cock. Putting the bottle down, the human quickly slid into bed, laying on his back with is proud erection standing tall.
Alexis loved to be on top! As soon as her human lover was laying on his back, she quickly stepped over him. Since her second heat, when the human first took her, she quickly knew where to stand and sit to have him enter her. Slowly she lowered herself onto him, letting the human reach between them to align everything. He aimed his circumcised glans at the center of the puffy 'Y' shaped vulva. After a bit of foreword and back, the hard cock was able to negotiate the slight bend to her tunnel. Once past the tricky bit, the bitch settled herself down on top of the human, his lubricious shaft sliding easily into her animal flesh. For a moment she just sat there, straight and tall, her forepaws on either side of Alan's chest, her hind paws flat on the bed next to his hips. Feeling his thick manhood pulsating in her pussy. Looking down at the human, that was smiling up at her, she wiggled a bit and gave him her best, "Get on with it!" looks.
Alan loved that look she gave him once she had engulfed his cock. "Work, work, work, you're such a slave driver." The human chuckled as he drew is feet to him, arching his legs to give him leverage, he started making the springs of the old bed creak and moan. Up he thrust, lifting her, then let himself drop back to the mattress. Springs complaining as his weight pushed them down. When they finally stop his downward movement, they sprang back up. The Dane followed the receding cock down and gave a happy grunt when it thrust up into her hilting itself fully in her warm cunt. Bounce after bounce the human labored to make his canine lover happy. Feeling his cock sliding in and out of her warm confines. Squeak after loud squawk filled the room. The Great Dane rode her lover with a dreamy look in her eyes, tail working back and forth between his muscular thighs. With every bounce Alan felt his balls fly up to smack the bitch's taint. Her smooth sex tunnel slid wantonly over the human's throbbing dick. His labored breathing tried to keep up with the hard thrusting of his loins. A small drop of the human's pre was quickly slathered along the snug walls of Alexis' bestial cunt, adding to the already slick mixture that coated his cock.
Alexis flexed her hind legs just enough to help her human lover shove her up so her cunt would slide wonderfully over his pulsing cock. Even though this human didn't have the huge knot of a male dog, his ample cock still provided lots of feeling to her clit as it slide over her turgid nub. Up and down her body lifted into the air and slammed back down, her small canid teats jiggled with each thrust. Her tight belly flexed as her muscles worked, feeling the thick human cock fucking deeply into her sex, sent twangs through her nervous system, and with a soft moan the Dane felt another wave of 'good feelings' wash through her.
Suddenly the rhythm wasn't as even. Alan's loud moans could be heard over the incessant complaining of the bed's springs. The Dane knew her lover was nearing his peak. Lowering her body down over his, laying her chest on his, she made her hips lighter so he could thrust into her faster. Her rubbery teats warm against his stomach. The human wrapped his arms around his animal lover, his fuck strokes doubled in speed as his shoved himself up into to her moist bestial opening. Running his hands down her sensual body, her fur was so erotic to his touch, sending his lust into overdrive. Suddenly she ran her long canine tongue out and licked at the salty sweat beading on her male's skin. He opened his clenched eyes, and for a moment stare into her beautiful spotted face.
Alan thrust his head back as he buried himself deeply into the Great Dane's wet tunnel. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her down onto him.
Alexis felt the human grab her and grind his cock into her mound, rubbing her sensitive clit into his flesh. Again the hot spark of sex flashed and her cunt erupted in canine orgasm.
Muscles tightened, nerves tingled through the man's loins as he grunted his release of cum into her tight bestial cunt. Blast after blast of thick ropy human semen jetted into his animal lover mixing with her own canine cum. Then another not so intense, then a soft burp.
Coming down from her own 'high', the Dane knew how to make her human lover groan, and squeezed her cunt muscles around his dribbling cock. The man did groan and writhe under her as he felt his overly sensitive cock milked and squeezed by his bitch lover.
Finally the room was quiet. The horrible loud complaining of the springs were silent. Just the sounds of a human taking in lungs full of air and the soft panting of a Great Dane.

that was Really Good. thanks so much. i hope there are MALE sheep... :D

I like it..will be watching for more.peace

Yep.. there is one coming up...
Or should I say cuming up.. :P




I'm doing some final editing on what I got writen..
So I'll post as I get through them.

This post has been edited by Ramseys on Oct 29 2009, 03:55 AM

This is one hell of a story Ramseys. I can't wait for the new chapters. Keep 'em coming. :D

Lonesomwolf

An nice start with your story. :thinking: :thinking: :thinking:

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 3:

Tom Wilson wondered out to the lids to the in-ground storage tanks next to his gas station. Kneeling down, he flipped open the cover. Standing up he was just about to drop the long wooden fuel stick, when a rental U-drive-it truck pulled up in front of the bar, diagonally across the intersection of two Texas roads.
"Quitting already?" Tom wondered as he watched Alan, the fellow that had bought the place just a week ago, open the front door to the bar, only to be attack by a huge Harlequin Great Dane. The dog was merciless in her attack. Fore paws on his shoulders, the bitch lathered her owners face with her broad wet tongue.
"Damn she's a big bitch!" Tom thought to himself, every time he saw her. He watch the two as they stood on the walk, the human had his arms around the Great Dane, hugging her chest to his. The massive canine continued to lather his face. Finally the man carefully lifted her forelegs and lowered them to the ground. Tom then saw the man glance around to see if anyone noticed his affection for his dog. The station owner was hidden by a tire rack that stood at one corner of the gas station and the bar owner didn't see him.
Alan told Alexis to 'stay' on the sidewalk as he went to the back of the truck. Flicking open the latch and giving a shove, the door rolled up on it's tracks, reveling a stack of tables and chairs. Pulling out the ramp, the bar owner strode up it and grabbed chairs stacked two to a stack. Tromping down the ramp he turned at the bottom and headed to the front door. The Great Dane quickly followed him inside, tail wagging all the time.
Tom replaced the measuring stick in the holder on the station wall and went inside to log the numbers. Today was Tuesday, order day. Sitting at a small desk wedged between the counter and wall, the station owner checked over his order forms. Looking around the 'customer area' of the small building, he mentally checked off the order. The humming pop machine need some more root beer, the candy vender needed a couple of different bars. Looking up at the cigarette rack that hung over the counter, he saw that he only need the normal weekly order to satisfy he usual customers.
All the while he absently stroked and fondled the wrinkled brow and long silky ears of his Basset hound Sadie who had parked her head on his lap. She was your typical Basset, short powerful legs, sorrowful expression, black and brown coat with white under belly, tip of her tail and feet.
So after a quick double check of his book, he reached for the phone and called the wholesalers. Once the orders were placed, he carefully turned his chair so he was facing his bitch. Leaning over he brought his face down so he could rub it against Sadie. The hound lifted her face and rubbed back, her nose snuffling noisily over the man's cheek. Tom's hands were petting her from her head down her strong back. Bringing both hands up to her face they were rubbing her long silky ears. The human was whispering to her how much he loved her and what a good girl she was.
Suddenly the little bell over the door clanged out. Tom quickly sat up in his chair to look over the counter to see who was coming in. There hadn't been the warning of the 'tire bell' of someone driving up to his gas pumps.
Alan saw the Texas suddenly jerk upright in his chair. Sorrowful eyes peered up at him as the Basset hound turned to shuffle over to her comfy mat behind the counter.
"Never trust a man that doesn't like dogs." Alan announced.
Tom thought for a moment and then nodded. "Yea.. I do believe you're right about that. What can I do for you?"
Alan pointed to the bar, there was several of the bar's former tables and chairs piled behind the truck. "I got some better table and chairs for the bar, and I was wondering if you wanted any of the old ones for here in your station. Maybe for your break room or just to have a few chairs around? I'm just going to haul 'em off to the dump if you don't."
Tom glanced around the 'customer area' of the small gas station and spotted the cardboard display stands for the gas company's credit cards and several other 'offers' he was required to have on display. "Yea I sure could use one to get those brochure holders off the counter there. That would make things a lot handier."
"Yea, I kept a few of the better ones for stuff like that too. But there's still several out there, a few not too bad of shape. At least they don't wobble too badly." Alan saw Alexis looking out the window. "Well I better get back over there and keep unloading stuff."
Tom nodded to the man as he was turning to leave. "Thank you... That other feller that had the bar before you, wouldn't have offered. No wonder he didn't make it... Him with his 'themes'".
"Themes?" Alan ask turning back around to look at the cowboy standing behind the counter.
"Yea.. Bill used to go on about how a bar needed a 'theme', a 'hook' to get folks to come in. He thought that 'disco' was going to make a come back or something. I guess he figured wrong. Or maybe the fact he was a first-class ass-hole didn't help profits none either." Tom leaned on the counter watching the bar owner as he stood thinking.
"Well you know, that might not be such a bad idea.. Not the disco part, but to make the place a little more fun. Maybe get folks to want to stop by my place and not someplace else." Alan was talking to himself as much to the gas station owner. Once again he turned and headed for the door.
"I'll be over in a bit, today is 'order day'. I need to call my suppliers." The gas station owner remarked.
Tom watched the bar owner jog across the intersection. The reception he got from the Great Dane was just as intense as when he arrived with the truck earlier. "She sure loves him." he thought. As he watch the two, he got a knowing smile and a tingle in his loins. "I bet he's shagging that beauty." Tom told his Basset hound laying on her mat.
Reaching over, Tom tapped a few keys on the modern cash register, locking the gas pumps on 'credit card only' mode. Walked around the counter, locked the door and hung a sign on one of those vacuum hooks stuck to the glass. 'Back in 10 Min.'
Opening the 'Employees Only' door he walked into his 'break area'. Room was good size. Tom never could figure why they made this room so big. 'Maybe extra storage for candy bars and such.' was the only thing he could come up with. Sadie followed him into the break room and Tom closed the door. On the left as you came in was a counter with a microwave, coffee pot, small refrigerator, and cabinets to hold food stuffs. To the right side of the door was an old twin bed, with a newer mattress on it. At one end was a set of steps that would enable short legged dogs to be able to get on the bed.
Sadie stood in the middle of the bed with tail wagging and using her deep alto voice, was giving small bayful woofs to Tom. The human chuckled and remarked, "Caught me looking at another bitch, so you are going to woo me back, are you?" Sadie must have agreed with this assessment, for as soon as Tom stepped closer to the bed, she started licking the weathered face of the man that loved her. Opening his mouth the human let the broad wet tongue wiggle in. Pressing his lips to her's and using his own tongue, the two 'kissed' the best way they could.
Breaking their kiss, the Texas stepped away from the bed, unbuttoned his shirt and hung it on one of a row of pegs that was between the bed and the outside door. His Stetson joined the shirt on the next peg. Walking back to the bed he again embraced the short hound.
Bassets are not small dogs. Sadie was a good 65 pounds, her body was as big as any Labrador's. Tom always told the vet to subtract 5 pounds for her ears to get her true body weight. Sadie used her short powerful legs to prance and spin around on the bed. Tail waging a mile a minuet, her throat giving out deep baying barks. She stopped with her rump towards the human, tail cocked to one side.
"So you're figuring on wearing me out before I go over to see that spotted hussy?" Tom chuckled as he undid his belt and pulled the zipper down on his blue jeans, letting them drop to the floor. His boxers were already tenting as he pulled them down next. Out sprang the 'Wilson family curse'! Nearly ten inches of thick uncut penis lifted slowly up from his loins.
At least one man of every Wilson generation had 'the curse'. "Nearly ten inches a 'curse'", you ask? Well finding a woman that can comfortable take such a monster is hard to do. Seamed every one of Tom's girlfriends never stuck around long after a time or two in the sack with him. "The novelty soon wears off", Tom thought grimly.
The Wilson family had for generations raised Basset Hounds. Leroy, Tom's brother, now had the family kennel. That was where Sadie was from. Growing up around a farm, Tom had several 'teachers' for 'sex ed'. Between the dogs, cattle, and goats, the young Wilson lad soon learned what he had between his legs was for. Then one fateful day Tom was included in some porn watching that his older brother Frank as acquired. With the Wilson parents safely away seeing some old friends that had just got back from a cruse, leaving the younger Wilson's alone for a time.
"Lookie at what I got!", Frank waved a gaudy DVD cover that showed a woman sucking on some guy's dick. It didn't take long before the 'plot' got to the sex part. With lots of moaning and other standard porno dialog, the woman soon had the man's cock in her mouth. "Geeze what a monster!" Leroy exclaimed when one of the shots showed the man's penis in close up. "I bet he's eight or nine inches."
Tom sat in stony silence. Like all young men, Tom had measured himself. "He had a 'monster' between his legs? The youngest Wilson went back to watching the porn. Again he paid close attention to the 'star' cock. He watched as the man fuck the woman from behind. The camera showed he was bent over her ass and that he never fully hilted in the woman's cunt. Then back to more sucking and the finale where he cummed over the woman's face and tits. Tom joined his brothers in hooting and hollering at the scenes and slapped his brother on their backs and agreeing that, "Man that was really something!"
Not long after, the young Wilson sat at a the 'boy's' computer. After looking past endless porn sites, he finally found a semi-serous web page that talked about human penis size. 'Normal was around six inches, give or take a fraction. The normal woman could take seven or eight.'
"You got the curse." Tom jumped, he hadn't heard his older brother Frank come up behind him. "Curse?" Tom croaked, seeing his brother looking at the screen. "Yea, I heard about it from Uncle Henry, I guess he has it in dad's generation. At least one Wilson male gets it... How long are you? Frank asked. "Nearly ten." Tom spoke to his chest. Frank nodded and said. "Probably be a good idea to go talk to Uncle Henry. He can tell you how to live with it." Frank left and made a phone call.
The next day Tom's dad got off the phone and found his son cleaning one of the kennels. "Your Uncle Henry needs some help over at his place. Would you be willing to go there for a few days to help out a bit?" Tom agreed and since he was a few months shy of getting his divers license, Tom's dad drove him the hour trip to his uncle's.
Uncle Henry had lunch ready for his brother and nephew when they got to his ranch. A couple of ponies, cattle that included a 'mini-cow', some meat goats and of course two Wilson family Basset Hounds. After lunch, the older Wilson's sat around a bit drinking ice tea, talking about family stuff. Then Tom's dad said he needed to "get going", and was soon bouncing down the long farm drive to get back on the main road.
The older man looked at the younger and said. "Your brother Frank says you have it." Tom blushed and nodded. While he knew all about sex, but he was still a little embarrassed talking about such things to an older family member. "Don't worry none, nothing you say or do while you're here will get back to your parents or brothers... I had more or less the same experience with your Great Uncle Lucas Wilson."
Tom look up at the tall well built Texan and asked, "Frank said you could tell me how to live with, it." Henry nodded and after refilling the ice tea, he proceeded to foretell pretty much what Tom experienced later in life with women. The young Tom sat on the kitchen chair looking perplexed. "But all is not lost." His uncle exclaimed. "There are 'options', if you are of a mind, that is."
"Options?", Tom's mind tried to think what his uncle meant. Jerking his thumb to the window that faced the barn yard. "Yep, out there. They can take the worst the Wilson family curse can give." His uncle offered. Looking out the window the young Wilson saw his uncle's ponies grazing in the paddock. Suddenly Tom remembered seeing a stallion shoving his big cock into a mare. "They let you.. cover 'em?" Tom used the polite term for 'animals fucking'. Uncle Henry chuckled a bit before answering. "Shoot yes, they'll even come up to you asking for it."
Tom sat with his mind in high speed. He remembered how he got a 'message' from his 'monster', that it was interested whenever he saw a bull shove his long pink cock into a cow, making her back bow up, or when the family stud dog would tie with one of the bitches.
Again the older Wilson watched the gears whorl in his nephew's head. "I know, some folks say it isn't right, but they don't have to live with the curse. And I can guarantee you them critters out there love sex just as much as humans do.. Even more so, they ain't got all the 'hang ups' humans do. They just know they like it and enjoy doing it."
"H-how..." Tom stuttered.
"Eleven inches." His uncle announced . "You?"
"Almost ten." Tom said in a low voice.
"Well you might find a woman some day, that can take you. But don't hold your breath... I'm not saying not to look if you're a mind to. I just got past the age of starting a family and stopped looking." Tom could hear a tinge of bitterness creep into his uncle's voice as he said the last part. "Hell I'm like one of them Arabian Sultans!" Henry's face seam to light up. "I got a damn harem out there."
Tom smiled as he remembered his late uncle and all the good times he had spent on his farm. Now Tom's farm. Since Uncle Henry didn't have any kids, he left his place to him.
Reaching under the pillow he retrieved a bottle of lube and slathered some on to his, 'monster'. "You sure are a lecherous bitch." he told Sadie as she wiggled her rump shamelessly at her human lover. Reaching out, Tom rubbed some of the lube over her puffy nether lips. His finger entered her slightly to rub her hard clitoris. Knowing he was now ready, the hound backed closer to the edge of the bed. The human grabbed his cock. Pulling the foreskin back he slowly rubbed his glans over the 'Y' shaped opening to the Basset's vulva.
Sadie pushed back, she felt her human angle his cock up into her vestibule, before making the 'turn' into her vagina proper. Man and beast gave a shutter as he slid into her. She was 'made' by nature to be large enough to take a big dog cocks with a baseball sized knot, so she had no trouble accepting her human's 'monster'. She felt Tom's nut sack press against her. Something he hadn't been able to do with any of his human partners.
Tom pulled back, slowly sliding his cock out of the bitch's cunt. Her smooth tight tunnel clinging to his long shaft. Stopping for a moment with just the head inside the animal, then he pushed slowly back in. Each time he hilted in his lover, her tail washed over his belly as she wagged her enjoyment of his love making. Griping her hips the human sped up his thrusts. Pulling her back into his groin as he fucked his warm bitch's twat with firm steady strokes. Rocking the animal back and forth on her short legs, the Texan plowed her sensual flesh. His uncut human cock felt her slick canid tunnel hug warmly around him, each time he buried his manhood deep within her. Tom watched her long ears swinging back and forth as he fucked his horny bitch. The lush canine pussy made the lust grow hotter in the man's loins as he continued to shag his bestial lover.
A deep groan rumbled from the Basset's throat as her clit was rubbed by the hard thick human cock thrusting into her. She heard the labored breathing of the man behind her as they both strove to their orgasm. The bitch was first as she grunted and her snug vaginal tunnel convulsed around Tom's cock. Thick bitch cum added to the already slippery mixture in her sex. The human gripped her tighter as he sped up his fucking, and was soon spilling his seed deep in her cunt.
Tom felt his cum shoot into the warm tunnel he was buried so deeply in. Then another, and a third jet of semen. Not quite what he could put out in his youth, but still enough to leak out around Sadie's stretched vulva and onto the sheet. The two lovers stood frozen for a moment. Both panting with open mouths. Finally the human relaxed his grip on the bitch's hips and Sadie sprang foreword, spun around and with a frantic tongue started licking at the dribbling cum that still oozed from her lover's spent cock. Tom flinched as his over sensitive glans was assaulted. "Damn go easy girl." the human tried to move his cock from the direct line of fire of the Basset's tongue. Sadie knew to lick other parts and come back to the end of the human's cock later. Her broad tongue slathered Tom's shaft, balls, his hairy groin, even the sheet where their cum had dripped, was subjected to the same eager licking.
A small pearl of human semen appeared at the end of the human's cock and was lick up by a tongue that seamed to be everywhere at once. Tom still twitch, but the feeling was more bearable now. He even pulled his foreskin back to let the bitch lick around the ridge of his glans.
Staggering back a step, the human leaned down and 'kissed' his hound. Both were still breathing heavy as their breaths were traded back and forth between the two lovers. Tom slowly rubber her ears in silent gratitude for his loving bitch.

Thank for the new instalment. :rock: :rock: :rock:

MMmmmm.........

Bassets and Danes and Sheep-- Oh my!

Are ewe going to have any jacks?

:P

While this is a fantasy story, I'm trying to keep the zoo sex as factual as I can, so it will be limited to my own personal experiences.
Which is quite a lot. :lol:
But I don't have any sheepXjack experience.
Now if someone want's to invite me to their farm so I might gain some... :rolleyes:
Thanks for reading and I hope, enjoying my little story so far.
I think I'll make things interesting for you.

i just found your story , i don't have time this morning to read it but i will this afternoon when i get home i promise

thank you for posting


Unic0rn69

i just finished reading the first section nice job :)

i will read more over then next few days, thanks again for posting :)


Unic0rn69

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.

No sex in this chapter.

Any ways, on to chapter 4:

A month later Tom sat with Sadie at his feet in the 'Warp Drive Inn". It was 9:00 and the gas station owner had closed up for the night. Being it was a Tuesday, the place was sparsely populated. Tom wasn't worried none, just last weekend he saw cars and pick ups lining the streets and there was even a few vehicles parked out back in the big open field behind the bar.
Alan the bar owner sat across the table from his fellow business owner . "I think that "Under New Management" banner helps a lot in getting folks to stop in." Alan said as he kept his eye on the bar, making sure no one was wanting a refill. "I think I might make a go of it after all."
Tom nodded as he still marveled at all the old sci-fi movie posters the bar owner had plastered over the walls. Glancing up he spotted the newest addition to the bar's motif. The old mirror ball had been replaced with a really nice looking flying saucer. Looked good enough to have been a movie prop in one of those old 'B' movies. It even had lights that blinked in a pattern around the outside rim.
"I have a friend back on Indiana that has a sheet metal shop, I had him make that for me." Alan said with a touch of pride in his voice when he saw his friend looking up.
The two entrepreneurs had become friends, not 'bosom buddies', but had struck up a friendship of two businessmen alone at a lonely Texas crossroads. Tom would come over to Alan's bar for lunch from time to time to have a cheese burger, 'Intergalactic Road kill w/cheese', or a 'Flying Saucer on a bun', Fried Baloney sandwich.
Alan followed Tom's wishes to not give treats to Sadie. 'Bassets can get overweight really easy.' Tom explained. But the bar owner still slipped the cute hound a 'Jupiter fry' every once in a while.
"Say, you know anybody that can do 'short order' cooking? Last weekend really run me ragged trying to tend bar and cook at the same time." Alan ask, hopefully.
"Well there's Jenny." Tom answered after the usual delay. "She's the last person that tried to make a go of it in that old dinner across the road... She had good food, but there just wasn't enough business... She's got a part time job at a Denny's, I think."
Alan nodded and ask if Tom know how to get a hold of her. "I sure could use someone Fridays and Saturday nights."
The barkeep stood up and went over to tend bar. Opening the desired beers he dropped the empties in the big trash can at the end of the bar. Staying long enough to chat a bit with his customers, Alan returned to his seat at the table.
"Oh say.. I found the old draft beer taps down in the basement. I'm thinking of trying to get them working again... I love good draft beer." Alan explained. "It looks like the coolers were at one time behind the 'back bar' with the lines just coming though the wall on either side of the mirror."
Tom glanced at the bar. "Yes sir, I remember when they were there... I think Bill took 'em out... Said it was too much work to keep washing the beer mugs."
Alan gave a little snort.. "Well.. I wonder what happened to the coolers and all the mugs?"
"Probably sold 'em... It's a wonder he didn't sell that bar. I bet it's worth a pretty penny." Tom looked the bar over.
Again Alan tended bar. Nodding to one of the patrons, he went behind the back bar to the kitchen. After a few minuets he came back out and place the required condiments in front of the man he nodded to. Going back to the kitchen, there was sound of something sizzling on the grill. It stopped and the barman swung around the corner carrying a plate with a 'Flying Saucer on a bun' and a handful of chips. Placing the order on the bar, Alan made sure the man was satisfied with the offered food, before returning to the table.
Tom drained the last of his beer.. "Want another?" Alan asked.
"Naw.." the Texan drew.. "You've shown me a lot of hospitality here, not charging for half of my lunches I had here.."
Alan cut him off with a chuckle.. "Hehe.. I was using you as a Guinean pig for a lot of those times."
"Well none the less... You've been a hell of a lot better neighbor then Bill ever was." Tom pointed out. "As I was about to say, how about coming out to the ranch this Sunday, I'll cook us up some real Texas Bar-B-Que."
Alan's face broke into a smile.. "That sounds really good.. Would it be ok if I brought Alexis with me?" Alan looked hopefully at the Texan.
"Sure, I'll bet she'll have a grand ol' time running around the place." Tom replied.
The sound of screeching semi-truck tires sliding across the dry asphalt spilt the night air. And before that sound had died away, there was the sound of crushing metal.
With a chorus of, "Oh Shit!" the bar emptied out onto the street. Alan ran over the bar and grabbed the cordless phone, figuring he'd need it. Tom was the last to exit the bar with Sadie on her lead. The dozen or so bar patrons were blinking at the weird sight that greeted them. One of those 'low-boy' semi trailers, the ones with too many wheels to count, was sitting crossways in the middle of the intersection. It's tractor jackknifed around and a pick up partially wedged under the front bumper. But strangest of all was a huge 'earthmover' tire that had broke the hold down chains, and slid off the trailer. It was a good eight feet high lying on it's side, no telling how big it would have been standing upright.
Jason, a volunteer EMT, sprinted to the pick up. Alan dialed 911 and waited for the operator to pick up. "What's your emergency?" a lady's voice asked? "There's been an accident.." Alan tried to think what information he needed to give. "A semi and a pick up truck.. At state route 80 and FM 3357.. by Tom Wilson's gas station..." As bar owner was talking he was walking towards the EMT. Jason pulled his head out of the pick up's window and spun around. "Is that Beth? Let me talk to her." and took the offered phone from Alan.
"Beth?.. Jason. We're going to need the squad out here and the rescue unit too. We're going to need the 'can opener' to get this guy out." Jason listened for a moment. "He's alive, don't look too bad but he's jammed in really tight." Handing the phone back he said, "Stay on the line with Beth in case she needs more information." Then looking around at his fellow bar patrons he shouted. "Somebody check the semi driver and the rest look around to see if anyone was thrown out." The little pager on Jason's belt started giving out loud tones and then Beth's voice could be heard giving our location and needs.
Alan kept his ear to the phone as some men started to follow Jason's orders. One guy tried the drivers side door but the cab had buckled a bit. From the other side of the tractor cab came a stream of colorful cussing. "You ok?" someone asked the driver. "Yea, but that dumb son of a bitch in that pick up won't be when I get through with him!" the driver roared.
The barkeep was impressed when Jason snapped back at him. "Look, just shut up, sit down and wait to talk to the cops." The driver looked around and saw that several of the 'locals' were ready to back this guy up. So he sat on the now empty low-boy. After checking on the pick up driver again, Jason walked over to the semi driver. "Look, I'm an EMT, I'm just trying to help.. are you sure you're ok?" He could tell the adrenaline was wearing off cause the driver was looking a little pale. "Huh.. Oh yea.. just a bit shaky.. He's not dead is he?... That pick up driver?" Jason took his little penlight and flashed in the guys eyes. Seeing no major problems, he said. "No..he's alive.. his banged up pretty good, he's really wedged in there."
Seeing emergency lights coming from two different direction, Alan figured everyone knew where to find the accident. He told Beth, "Help was on the way." and hung up the phone.
Stepping back inside the bar, Alan found Tom sitting with Sadie. "Holding down the fort I see." he told his friend. "Well I don't think any of the local would touch any thing, I mostly wanted to keep Sadie from under foot... She's a walking 'trip hazarded'".
"If you don't mind, could you watch the place for a few more minutes? I want to go check on Alexis." Alan asked his friend while looking at the door to the upper level. "Sure, take your time. She's probably got a groove wore in the floor." said Tom.
Alan opened the door to see his Great Dane standing at the top of the steps, behind the 'kid's gate' he had put up so she wouldn't be running up and down the steps all day. Reaching the top Alan took his girl in his arms to comfort her. "It's all right, there's nothing that's going to get you." He cooed to her. Alan spent better part of ten minutes with her. "Look I really have to get back down stairs.. I'll be back up just as soon as I can." Alan's heart tore a bit as he listened to Alexis whining her loss to his receding back.
After closing the door the bar keeper turned to his friend again. "Thanks, I think she's ok now."
"You want me to stick around a little longer?" Tom asked, looking at a worried friend.
"No.. You and Sadie go on home."
Tom got up and looked down at his hound. Giving a soft tug on her lead Tom said."Okies.. Come on girl.. I'll see you tomorrow... Hopefully they'll have that mess cleared out by then."
Alan walked over to the door with Tom, just in time to get nearly run over by 'Radar Ron'. "You got a phone I can use? My cell is pretty choppy out here." The bar keep pulled the cordless out of his pocket and handed to the Sheriff's deputy. After punching in a few numbers he waited... "Ralph?.. Yea.. You want to get that big tow truck you're so proud of and get over to Wilson's gas station... If you got two, bring 'em both... Yea it's that big... Oh and also have Jim bring that roll-off of his, there's a pick up that's not going to roll much. Oh and hurry it up will you? They may need you to pick up this semi to get a guy out from under it."
It was quite the show, guys in those yellow 'turn out' coats with the reflective strips swarming around the pick up. Closer in was the circle of EMT blue shirts. All totaled there was six fire trucks, one squad, three Sheriff cars, one State Trooper, and a good dozen cars and pick ups with little red flashing lights of the volunteer firemen.
Alan got the huge old coffee urn out of the back room and set it on a table outside the bar's door. Just then a really huge wrecker rumbled up. Two stacks of foam cups some powered creamer and sugar, stir sticks and a trash can. And a sign that read "Free Coffee". A few of the bar patrons wondered back inside, but no one wanted to drink, not with all the cops outside, so by 10:00 He turned off the 'Open' sign.
By the time the coffee was ready, they had lifted the tractor off the pick up and had dragged it free. With all kinds of nifty inflation bags and the 'jaws of life' they finally got the guy out from his mangled vehicle and sent him on his way to the hospital.
Going back up stairs Alan was again greeted warmly by his lover. Snagging her leather lead, the two went back down stairs, across the dark bar and out the front door.
Alan broke into a huge grin.. "She really can stop traffic." he said to himself as everything came to a stand still when the huge black and white dog came out the bar's front door. Quickly everyone was back to work, but for that second, everyone had stopped and looked. The ladies that had by now grown tired of the wreck, and were trying to get their dates to come away from their gawking and take 'em home, all descended on the hapless duo.
It was a good thing that Alan had taken Alexis to all those dog parks. She was used to hearing the delighted squeal of human females. "Ohh.. Look at him, what a gorgeous dog!.. What's his name?.. Can I pet him? Is it a Dalmatian?"
Alan waded through the questions.. "Alexis... SHE'S a Harlequin Great Dane.. yea they come in this color... Not all at once, let her sniff you a bit first." To her credit, the Dane stood still and accepted all the attention... she rightly deserved. Then the guys noticed all the ladies were gathered around the bar owner, and came to see what was going on. Then the same round of questions.. only this time with out the high pitch squeals.
By now the emergency workers were ready for a break, spotting the free coffee and the crowd, they also came over to the bar, and a third round of questions were answered.
The next morning Alan wondered over to the living room windows to look out onto the street. The pick up was gone, so was the huge wrecker, semi and trailer, all the cars with their blinkie lights were gone... But smack dab in the middle of the intersection was that huge tire with a circle of little orange traffic cones around it. Looking over to the gas station, he saw Tom had opened his usual early time. And was leaning on one of his gas pumps sipping a cup of coffee.
Getting dressed Alan grabbed Alexis' lead and the two went downstairs and out the back door to the large open field. Letting her off her lead, the human watched his beautiful bitch run around sniffing the ground from time to time. "Probably where guys relived themselves." Alan figured. Finally finding a good spot, the Dane did her business. Calling her back to him, he clipped the lead back on her collar. Going around the side of the bar, Alan saw Tom give him a wave and point to a second coffee cup sitting on top of the gas pump.
"Hey now this is service." Alan exclaimed, taking a sip of hot coffee.
"I see we still have a reminder of last night." drawled the station owner.
A large Dane head was interposed between the two men. Both reached to pet her.
"You're going to have me wanting one of these dogs." Tom complained good heartedly.
Alan gave a laugh.. "A Great Dane and a Basset, now that would be some combination. "I guess they could both stand in the same place, not take up any more room that way."
Tom smiled and went back to drinking his coffee. "Well.. I wonder when they going to come get that tire out of the middle of the road?"
Just then a huge black 'Sheriff SUV' drove up. And a big man with a Colt single action .45 on his hip got out.
"Well Frank about time you showed up. What's that keen collage educated law enforcement mind of your's going to do about that." Tom addressed the muscular man with a grin.
The Sheriff looked down at the huge dog that was now sniffing at him. "Dad will skin you alive when he finds out you got a Great Dane."
"Now don't get your shorts in a bunch, she belongs to the new bar owner, Mr. Cooper here." Tom nodded to the perplexed man.
The huge Texan stuck out his hand and pumped Alan's a few times in a vice like grip. "Frank Wilson, glad to met you.." The Sheriff grinned at the bar keep. In a lower voice he continued. "Remember that at election time."
"Wilson?" Alan asked? "Your Tom's brother?"
The six foot two lawman put an arm around the skinny cowboy. "Yep.. Cant you tell by looking?" Frank asked deadpan. "You got any more of that coffee?"
Tom pointed to the station. "In the back, you know where it is."
As the big man headed towards the offered coffee, Alan wondered if the Wilson family farm was called the 'Ponderosa'?
Alexis took up a position close to the tall sheriff, when he got back with his coffee, she knew she's get a lot of attention from new comers.
"Well Mr. Cooper, you sure have a pretty bitch here, what's her name?" the sheriff observed.
"Thank you Sheriff, her name is Alexis and mines Alan."
"Well Alan, if Tom here is plying you with free coffee, I guess you're a pretty good fellow."
Alan lifted his cup in a silent salute. "He's been a great ambassador of Texan hospitality."
"Well brother of mine, just what are you going to do with that big hunk of rubber. I don't think my normal 'tire recycle' is going to touch it."
The three men and a dog wondered over to the intersection to get a closer look.
"It's pretty warn down." the sheriff observed. "Probably someone was hauling it for salvage."
"No shit Sherlock." Tom was always good at needling his brother. "What clued you in?"
With a quick flick the large man flipped Tom's Stetson over his face.
"Well wise ass, I got Beth calling that trucking company trying to get a hold of someone to find out just what they are going to do about it." The Sheriff said in his 'official' voice. "Also I left a message on Ralph's machine to see if he can come back out here and try to move it out of the road way... And any more wise cracks out of you, I'll have him park it in front of your fuel island."
Alan looked at the tire some more and got an inkling of an idea. "Well if you are going to have to move it, you can put it behind the bar. I can always paint it to look like a flying saucer."
"A What?" exclaimed Tom's older brother.
"Yep.. that would look pretty good out there."
Frank stared at the two men like they was both just sprouted a second head. Looking across the intersection the Sheriff finally notice the name on the bar. "'Warp Drive Inn'... What the..."
"Remember them old sci-fi movies we used to watch on Friday nights, Alan here has got posters from just about all of 'em. Not to mention his very own flying saucer." Tom watched his older brother with a 'shit eat'n grin' on his face.
"Come on over and have a look." Alan offered.
The three men were soon sitting in the bar drinking Alan's free coffee.
The Sheriff sat turning over a replica of a Star Trek phaser in his hands. "Where did you get this?"
"Hell you can find anything on the Internet." Explained the bar owner.
Handing it back to the bar keep, Alan got up and returned the gun to it's stand behind the bar. "More coffee?" He asked the two brothers, waving the half full carafe.
"Sure." the two said at once.
Alexis had lifted her head from her spot on the little platform to see if anything was being offered to her. Seeing it was just for humans, she laid back down with a groan.
The three men looked at her and broke out laughing.
The bartender filled the empty cups and returned to set back down. "You got any 'Wilson Basset Hounds" Sheriff?
"Yep.. Two.. Basil and Nigel." Frank watched the barkeep for his reaction.
"Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce... Sherlock Holmes and Dr.Watson?" Alan asked.
The big Texan slapped the barkeep on the back.. "You have watched a lot of old movies."
A sudden growl from the now sitting upright Alexis drew everyone's attention.
"It's ok girl, were just having some fun." Alan assured his spotted protector.
A faint 'ding ding' could be heard from the fuel island's bell.
"A customer." said Tom as his shot up out of the chair.
"Why don't you teach that bitch of your's to make change." the sheriff shouted to his brother's back as his jogged out the door.
"Bite me!" came a shouted reply.
The two men sat drinking coffee in silence for a while.
"How's business? If you don't mind me asking." The sheriff looked around the bar again.
"Not bad, considering I've only been open a month." Alan pointed to the movie posters. "Your brother gave me the idea to have a 'theme' to the place."
"Tom came up with this nutty idea?"
"Well not the actual space idea. I'm the space geek. But to give the bar a motif to help bring in folks."
Just then the skinny Texan came back in the door. "You talking about me? My ears are burning."
"I was just telling your brother what a big help you've been."
"Ralph is coming down the road. So you better get out there and act all official."
The big Texan got and walked past his brother. A quick flick and Tom's Stetson was over his eyes again. "Sure thing little brother."
Alan watched from the big window as he got his bar ready for opening time. He saw Ralph and the two Wilson brothers standing around and after much head scratching and pointing at different directions, the burly tow truck operator started to unwind the thick cable from the winch.
The barkeep went into the kitchen to get the Soup of the day, 'Reactor Sludge' started. Into a big stainless steel pot went, chicken stock, ham, carrots and potatoes. Just as he was about to stir in the spices, he heard the roar of the big wrecker.
Going back to the window he saw they had attached the cable to the top rim, and was now trying to pull the heavy tire down the smaller side road that ran along side the bar. Alan was figuring out how much damage that cable would do if it broke, when the tire started to move. The Texas sand that blew everywhere seamed to 'grease the wheels' as it were and the tire continued to slide along behind the wrecker. The throaty roar of the powerful truck engine and the grinding of the sand could be felt as well as heard as the tire slid from sight. Alan went back to the kitchen to finish his soup making.
Suddenly there were shouts. "Look out!" and "Get out of there!" Alan ran to the back door to look out on an incredible scene. The tire had caught on the curb and it's inertia and the truck continued pulling had somehow righted the tire, and it was now rolling by itself out towards the middle of the big field. Like a lumbering ocean liner the massive tire rolled with extreme slowness, teetering from side to side. There must have been a low spot out there, for the tire listed heavily to one side. Then with the grace of an elephant with a clubbed foot, the tire flopped to it's side.
Seeing the three men, gawking at the tire, Alan came up with the only response that seamed to fit the occasion. Clapping loudly he shouted "Bravo, Bravo.. Encore, Encore!"
The trio turned in unison and flipped the bar owner the finger.

freaking hilarious. Thanks for that part, it was good too