Bestialist Professional
Bestialist Professional
a story.
By Sharpfang'2004
Special thanks to Perrier for inspiration.
Dedicated to: Calydor (who likes it so much)
Bestialist Professional ========== ============
Being a pro isn't easy. Alarm clock, bathroom, shower, shaving, suit, espresso, toasts, laptop, suitcase, phone. I'm about to face another business day.
I walk out and head to my car while calling James, and requesting report from the farm.
The medium stallion ready 100%, the big still not in condition for sex. Expected recovery in two days.- he reports. I sigh. The stallions broke lose a week ago and fought about which one is to mate the porn star.
Mini stallion ready. Two mares in heat - James continues. - Goat 100% ready. Llama 100% ready. Cow still sick.
For god's sake call the vet and force him to get her ready! We can't afford another day of delay!
I could borrow another cow for a few days.
No! Customers want this one! She starred in "Moooonshine", "The Horny" and in a dozen of other porn bestseller movies!
OK. I'll call the vet.
Pigs? - I ask while opening the garage door.
Pigs ready.
Dogs?
All 3 danes, mastiff and rottweiler males 100% ready. The collie and saluki bitches in heat. But...
But what? - I shout into the phone while getting in my car.
The german shepherd bitch is missing!
Find her. - I turn the key. Dead silence.
And the cow?
The cow is the highest priority. - I get off my car and head outside.
Will be done. The new mare returns from training tomorrow.
And the rhino? - I close the garage door.
13 days in quarantine left.
OK. Now call the vet, look for the GSD bitch before the vet arrives. Call the police if needed, tell them I asked.
Understood. Good-bye.
I call taxi service. They answer there's no taxis in my area. In quick pace I head to the train station, I have 5 minutes for the train. Meantime I call assistance, to pick my car and have it fixed. Ticket office, a friendly wink at a big bulldog bitch led by a small girl and elder lady waiting in queue, the train arrives, I get in. A fast suburb train. Quite a few people. I take a place by the window. Phone rings. The ringtone indicates "User Support Gold service", a helpdesk customer in deep distress, $10/minute plus $200 pay ahead.
Bestiality helpdesk golden service, how may I help you?
I want to fuck a mare and that *knock* damned horses just *ouch* won't leave me alone!
Please describe your current location, your legal status at that location, your current time of day and your problem.
Can't you fuck look at a watch?
Excuse me mister, but this is an international service. Right now my clock shows 8:14AM but your local time may be very different. Above all please calm down, you can't have successful sex while you're so nervous. Please note we are a professional service with 98% success ratio as long as our customers follow the instructions.
I hear a few deep breaths.
OK. I'm in a friend's stable. A small building, twenty yards from his house. It's his birthday and everyone else is dead drunk and asleep. It's something about 3 in the night. What do you mean by legal status?
Are that your horses, if not, does the owner consent or know, are you there legally or trespassing etc.
An elder man sitting on the seat opposite to me, gave me a strange look.
I'm here legally, but he doesn't know and wouldn't be happy to learn.
And what is your... - I get interrupted with shouts "Go away! Leave me alone!" - What seems to be your problem?
For two hours I've been trying to set a bucket behind the mare. She is willing, winking, accepting my finger. I want her, I need her, that is my life's dream... But there are several other horses here, a foal that keeps nibbling on me, others push me around, look for carrots, knock the bucket over...
How many horses?
Ten or more.
Do you have any carrots or other treats with you?
Yes, quite a few carrots stuffed in different pockets.
Are there any stalls or stands so you could separate the mare from the rest of the horses?
Yes, a single big stall. Except of that foal. She starts panicking when I separate the foal.
The man sitting next to me started actively listening to my conversation.
Okay. Take the bucket and find a place somewhere out of reach of the horses. Some light would be useful too.
I'll walk outside.
That's OK.
I'm outside, what next?
Put all the carrots you have in the bucket.
All of them?
Don't leave a single one on you.
Got them.
Is there a place in the stable where you could hang the bucket, just out of reach of the horses but so they could see it?
Errr... no, that's a single-floor, low building.
So now break them into as many pieces as you can.
OK. This will take a while. I'll call you again when I finish.
I stand up and walk up to the vending machine, order espresso. It's not bad. The phone rings again.
I have all the carrots broken as you told me. What now?
Leave the bucket outside for a while. Lead the mare and the foal into the stall.
The little pest is the worst problem! He bites really hard!
We'll take care of him in a moment. Now let's just take care of the rest of the horses.
OK. They are in.
Close the stall and bring the bucket. Watch out so other horses don't steal the carrots. Get into the stall.
I'm in. Now what?
Give one piece of carrot to the foal.
Almost bit my hand off.
swing the bucket to scatter all the pieces over one side of the stall. They must be scattered over some area so the foal has to seek them actively. As soon as he gets a sniff of what goes on... excuse me.
A ticket officer demands I show my ticket.
Moment! I'll show my ticket in a minute. Can't break right now.
Sir, your ticket please!
I try to ignore him.
OK. As soon as he gets a sniff, put the bucket behind the mare, pants down and do what you wanted to do. The carrots buy you several minutes but won't last forever so don't play tantric games. Understood?
Yes! - I heard enthusiastic answer and signal of broken call.
I reached into my pocket to get the ticket, just to see the ticket officer walking away with a strange expression on his face. Several people around me stared at me in silence.
- What!? It's my job! - I said aloud.
People stopped staring at me and turned back to their previous activities, not fully convinced. I discarded my half-cold, half-empty espresso cup and bought a fresh one. I called the taxi service again and made sure they have a taxi at the station by the studios. Then the studios.
Bestiality consulting here. I'll be there in 10 minutes.
Thanks god. See?! I told you he's never late!
Train stop, taxi, five-minutes ride, I show my ID to the studio janitor, he says they are already waiting in studio 4. I head there.
Ted, this is Ron, our bestiality consultant. Ron, Ted, leading director in porn industry.
How couldn't I know? I've seen some of the best of your works, "Hooks and chains", "Backdoor 7"... It's honor to meet you. - I shake his hand.
No, Ron, the honor is mine. Your business is truly impressive. I personally was repulsed by bestiality until a friend showed me "The Nightmare". It changed my whole view on it. It's a whole new level of art...
Please, I can't stand flattery...
OK, so to the business. Let's go to the office... ah, meet Lou, our star.
A big-breasted blond sex-bomb in tight bikini and dark glasses greeted Ted.
Lou, Ron. Ron, Lou. Ron will be the consultant.
So... Ron, I'm to be impaled on that huge, huge stallion dick? - she says, lowering her glasses and licking her lips.
Probably yes - I answer. - If the scenario says so.
We enter the office. A secretary asks what drinks we want, Lou wants Martini, Ted and Mark - the producer - whisky, I ask just for an espresso.
Just espresso?
Heavy caffeine habit. Can't live without it.
And without mares I heard?
Mares once or twice a day for relax. Espresso every two hours to keep me going.
Ted nods and hands me a clipboard with several sheets of paper. The title page reads "Mexican Infidel"
This is the scenario draft. See how far we can go with it.
Let's see... Mexico... Real, studio or some local scenery?
We will make some general shots in Mexico, but all the core scenes will be made in studio.
OK. A pair of lovers on a trip to Mexico. A native holiday and violating their customs... Aaaah, I see. Bellyriding. I've been always fascinated by the idea. As tempting as it looks, it's just a myth though.
But... - Ted tries to interrupt
But the movie is a magical medium where a myth becomes truth. Right? And we make it true. - I finish.
I couldn't have said it better.
So... Throbbing stallion penis. We need a lot of luck to get it on tape, it's not easy to observe.
But I heard...
It's very easy to feel it with your hand... or other organs. But visible - not really. But we can CGI-enhance it to make it more visible.
Does it look OK?
Better than OK. Just wait a moment.
I turn my laptop on, seek the right file, run a 5 second looped pumping stallion dick video, show it to Ted and Mark.
Wow! Is it real?
CGI-enhance. My amateur play after hours.
Amazing!
Looks like real!
And THIS thing - Lou asked in amazement - is going to fit in me?
Not quite. This is a clydesdale. You're going to accept a thoroughbred, quite a bit smaller.
Can't we go all the way? - Ted asked.
The secretary brought the drinks. I drank the hot coffee for a while, not answering. Finally I put my cup down.
Personally I'm not too happy about the idea of a thoroughbred led by a bunch of Mexicans, but if Lou is not really experienced, we shouldn't...
What? Me not experienced?!
Sorry. I just meant, it's VERY big.
I can fit ANYTHING!
Would you mind a small test?
Ted?
Why not?
I opened my briefcase, took the small, hand-size dildo box and picked the inflatable Stallion No.5. In "compressed" state it looked just like a rather big, rolled condom.
Is it the biggest?
No, I have two bigger.
Give me the biggest.
No, mistress, that wouldn't make much sense. If you insist I can give you one number bigger.
OK. But when I fit it, give me the biggest.
I turned the small compressor on and it began inflating the No. 6 dildo.
Soft, medium, hard?
Very hard!
I set the scale to 25 psi. The thin carbon-fiber material was very durable, soft, but not stretchable. Filled with high-pressure air it was getting rock-hard. I handed Lou the dildo. It was very light, but over 1 meter long. She tried bending it.
It doesn't bend?
It's not supposed to.
OK. Just watch it boys.
She removed her strings, spread her legs and tried to push the blunt, flat, huge equine cock head in her pussy.
Some lube? - I asked.
Please.
I handed her a squirt bottle of KY. She squirted some on the dildo and her pussy. She set the cock on the floor, tip up and tried to straddle it - she had to stand straight. She got the edge of the tip in her and started working the dildo very slowly inside. She lifted her legs and for a while just sat on top of the dildo. She finally gave up.
You're kidding me. There are no women in the world who could fit that thing inside.
I assure you there are. But only a few. So what about Thoroughbred natural size?
Let's try it - she gasped. - I can't imagine one fitting this thing inside.
Ted and Mark were apparently disappointed. I was inflating a No.4. Medium pressure too. This time it wasn't so difficult. Some gasping, a short, professional yelp, and she had it inside.
Wow, that feels nice! - she wiggled it a bit.
Remember, the stallion is not really gentle and pounds his way in really heavily.
Like... - she pulled the dildo almost out, then thrusted it really hard inside. - that?
Ted and Mark both gasped.
Harder.
Oooh. I'd better settle for the thoroughbred then.
You were right, Ron is a pro - smiled Mark. - OK, back to the scenario. What about the tack project we have here? Tack, that's how equestrians call it, right?
I looked at the project.
Well, it's not quite tack in the usual meaning, but we can consider it such. As far as I see, these straps just can't go here. They would press on horse's hips and distract him. Besides, it should be measured to fit both the girl and the horse. You see, we can't afford a mistake. I'm not sure if you fully tackle the whole concept behind bellyriding, but it's awfully dangerous activity. You see, the girl hanging under the horse's belly on that straps, a horse could kick, could spook, could lie down or push her against a wall. If I didn't know my horse, I would say you are bound to fail.
That's why we've employed the best to guide us.
And that's why you must comply to all my advices completely if you want to succeed. Otherwise, it may turn into a disaster.
Lou stopped fiddling with the dildo in her cunt and looked cautiously.
It will be dangerous, won't it?
Not at all. As long as you do everything right.
Lou got back to fiddling with the dildo. - You may keep it - I said. She smiled and thanked.
So, the guy who makes the tack is very experienced in all kind of BDSM gear and does really best quality stuff...
Except he's probably never done anything to fit a horse.
Is it really so important?
Yes. Nervous horse could spook. And run. And I bet Lou bellyriding through the center of the city in full gallop would be a good advertisement for the movie, but not really intended.
Ted and Mark looked at each other.
Mark, can we...
Not with this budget. If we succeed in "Mexican Infidel" we can think of part two with that scene.
Bellyriding in gallop is all uncharted waters. CGI, stunts maybe. - I interrupted.
But we are all willing to explore uncharted waters, aren't we?
Of course, nothing is really impossible.
So, how would you modify the tack?
Here, these straps, 20cm down. This clamp lower. - I was drawing on the sketch with my pen. - What about adding one more belt for handcuffs?
She wouldn't be able to move her hands then.
In fact that would give her more control over her body, a grip for hands.
OK. Is that all?
I'll need to review that thing before it gets on a horse yet.
Of course.
So... Next point. The underbelly blowjob.
Impossible. The only position the man can be is upside down to be able to stuff his cock in Lou's face. Unless of course he comes from a side, with her head turned, but as she's supposed to seem not enjoying it at all, she could just turn her head away. He might try to force her head, but that's a really bad position.
So? - asked Mark.
Upside down? Ridiculous. This is to be a porn production, not a comedy. - said Ted.
Remove it?
For now, yes.
Next. Whips. We are very afraid of that. The horse could spook.
Not a problem. He knows it's not for real.
Really?
Six stars in PNH mean something, don't they?
PNH? - asked Ted.
Ron is a highly qualified horse whisperer - Mark explained.
Errr... really?
I can get every mare, no matter how abused or spent to have sex with me, willingly, in 5 minutes. Is that enough as for my equestrian qualifications?
I suppose so.
So, feeding scene. All right, but it would be thoughtful from you if you fed the horse at the same time.
Can be done.
Sex on horseback?
Now I regret that's not a clydesdale. Is the actor very heavy?
We can pick someone light.
OK, can be done, but don't overdo it, we're nearing the limits here.
So, last scene. The sacrifice, the rescue. I guess getting the horse to lie on the altar won't be so hard?
Not at all. Ted, what if the horse lies on his back instead?
Can it be done?
Yes, no problem. Just not too long.
Great.
And then we can get the blowjob scene too. Maybe even by the high priest?
At my suggestion, Ron and Mark looked at each other, grinning.
Any other comments, suggestions, requests? - asked Ted.
May I have another espresso?
Maria! Espresso for Ron! Quick! - shouted Mark.
Right now, boss! - I heard the secretary.
A moment later I was drinking my life essence while Mark and Ron discussed the new tack project with the BDSM gear guy. Lou finally removed the wet dildo from her pussy and took the strings on.
I can't wait for the real stallion cock - she whispered, bending to me over the table. - I had three orgasms just from this dildo while you were talking.
I didn't notice.
I can orgasm very quietly if I want to.
My phone rang. Hotline signal.
Bestiality helpdesk golden service, how may I help you?
I'd like to have sex with my German Shepherd but I'm afraid if I can get pregnant from it.
No, lady, there's absolutely no way a german shepherd could get you pregnant. Incompatible genome, different number of chromosomes.
Thank you.
What an easy $210. Why didn't she just call "standard" $1/3min line and pick the FAQ on the autoresponder is beyond me.
Ted? - I asked.
Yes?
I had a thought. The final escape scene. We could get the sex on horseback scene in detail there, with weight of just two people on the horse.
Lou can't ride a horse.
OK. That was just a thought.
No problem.
I finished my Espresso. The BDSM guy left.
The tack with your corrections will be ready in two hours. What about going to Rosco for a lunch? - asked Mark.
I don't like Rosco. They are animal-unfriendly. A lady with a puppy came and they made her to leave.
What would you suggest then?
Picador. Great spanish food and pictures of pretty horses.
So be it, never been there but I heard some good about that restaurant.
Half a hour we got off Mark's limo at Picador. My phone rang, when we were climbing rather long stairs to a building that looked more like a state library than a restaurant.
Bestiality helpdesk golden service, how may I help you?
Fuck you sick animal fucker! Burn in hell!
Thank you for your opinion.
Easy $210.
You're still in the helpdesk business? - asked Mark
Only the Golden line. Standard issues are handled by Silver, Brown and the autoresponder. I and 3 other people are just for special cases. At least that's how the system is meant to work.
And it doesn't?
Some people have money to burn.
The waiter led us to a table. We took our places and the waiter brought menus and espresso for me. They know me here.
What would you suggest? - Mark asked me.
Gazpacho and Paella, really good. And a bottle of Sangria of course.
So, four of these...
Four Gazpachos and Paellas, plus Sangria. My Paella in vegetarian version. And then ice cream and ice coffee, OK?
For me, just fruits! - protested Lou. - No ice cream!
Si, senor.
We chatted about politics for a while.
Ron, one thing bugs me - asked Ted after a while - You eat vegetarian food, love animals and all that stuff, yet you come to a restaurant which name comes from a lore of bulls being violently killed. I thought you should be enemy of bull fights?
Don't mess with other people's lifestyle and they won't be so willing to mess with your own. You said yourself what was your reaction after "The Nightmare". That's my way of getting things done.
So, you mean, you're just one cold sonuvabitch? - we chuckled.
Baaad to the bone. But more of a Sonuvamare. And that's worse, meet a pissed off mare in heat and you will know where the idea of "nightmares" comes from. - we all laughed.
The discussion moved onto Lou's exceptional career events, the lunch was delicious as always, and ice coffee, my only daily exception from hot espresso and fresh mare cum, refreshed me and I felt active and ready for work again.
- So... Back to work! - commanded Mike - We have a lot to do!
We moved to the limo, he called the team and asked about progress in preparations.
- They will be ready in a hour. So, now, what about our best male star?
I called James.
Load the thoroughbred to the trailer and bring him to the studios. What about the cow and the bitch?
The cow is already better, should be OK by evening. A patrol car saw the bitch by the lake, with some kids, they will bring her ASAP.
Good. Anything other?
The quarantine people called. The rhino broke lose and wounded a worker.
Tell them I'll sue them if anything bad happens to the animal. I'm paying them enough to have things done right.
OK.
I'm awaiting you in the studio in half a hour.
I put the phone back in my pocket.
Tell me, don't your animals have names? - asked Lou.
They do. But not in business relations.
Right...
Another "Golden Support" phone. It's a busy day today.
Bestiality helpdesk golden service, how may I help you?
I was caught while fencehopping. I'm now using my one phone call from arrest.
Moment, I'll put you through to the lawyer.
I diverted the call to a person who specializes in legal issues. 98% successful solutions in all cases. Legal too. Golden Service employs only the best of the best.
Soon we arrived at the studios. The main square and street between the studios turned into a piece of Mexican town. Lots of people in ponchos, sombreros, artificial donkey by a tree. A tall man in white cowboy outfit came up to us.
Ron, Taylor, our supervillain. Taylor, Ron, bestiality expert.
Nice to meet you. - he shook my hand.
I greeted him. Taylor presented the situation.
First we get the outdoor shots. Continuity. The celebration is in the afternoon, like now, the sacrifice at night. I capture our victims in the morning before everything begins, and we can do that tomorrow. Today let's do as much as we can do on schedule set by daylight.
You're such a perfectionist, Taylor. OK. Lou, costume, makeup, prepare! - Ron slapped Lou's ass. - Mike, get to your office and stop disturbing the artists at work. Ron, can you review the tack? You'll find the guy in workshop, room 17 building F. Camera! Where the hell are you going with that rails! That will be in focus, you idiot!
So I moved to building F, just buying another coffee from a vending machine on my way. Room 17 was a costume workshop, but I saw the guy in the corner polishing a bunch of straps, belts and clamps with black paste.
Hi. Don't put too much of that paste, leaves stains on fur.
Right, sir. It's almost ready, I'll just finish the handcuffs. But you can check the rest now.
I took the tack and looked over it. I noticed a place where two straps go together and form a sharp corner.
This. This will press on the horse. Cover it with some soft material. And corresponding piece on the other side. And here, two more holes through, this is just too loose.
Yes - he started working right away.
Now the belt under her back. Is she used to heavy BDSM?
No, not really.
So replace it with something at least twice as wide. This would just cut into her skin.
Would it? I know a woman can hang on such thing without harm.
When half a ton of horse pounds heavily into her?
OK, right.
A phone call.
- Bestiality helpdesk golden service, how may I help you?
A female, panicked voice.
I'm stuck!
Please calm down. Please describe your current location, your legal status at that location, your current time of day and your problem.
So I'm in my kitchen with my dog stuck in me. It's afternoon, and my husband is coming from work in ten minutes. He will divorce me if he sees me.
How long ago did the dog tie with you?
One and a half hour ago! Maybe longer, I don't know! It's not my first time, I love when he ties with me but that always takes much shorter!
What methods did you try already to break free, so we don't repeat wrong solutions?
Cold shower, butter, shouting at the dog, pulling really hard.
Try making a 360 degree roll, onto your back and then back on all fours. If your dog yelps and appears to be in pain, stop and do it in opposite direction instead.
How do you know I'm on all fours?
How else could you be?
I heard some movement, a loud yelp of a dog, some more movement.
It's... It's getting softer! Incredible! Thank you, you are my savior! How did it happen?
Well, somehow you rolled and twisted the dog's penis in such a way it closed his veins making it impossible for him to get softer. Now I suggest some cold water on his penis because the blocked circulation will make him all itchy and he would keep licking himself for another half a hour. So if your husband comes, he might notice.
Thank you! Good bye! *click*
Impressive - said the BDSM guy, grinning.
That's my job.
I saw a coffee machine and asked if I could have a drink.
- Sure, no problem.
One espresso later the corrections were finished and we were on our way with the tack ready. James with the horse was five minutes later. We tried the tack on the horse. It was perfect. We brought it to the scene.
No way! Can't be like that! That's hopeless! - shouted Ted.
Err, what? The horse? The tack? - I asked.
No, not you, the horse is perfect. That idiot back there. Yes, you! Get rid of that ass! Yes, that ass! Yes, I mean the donkey! It stinks with styrofoam! Shit, I requested a donkey and they brought a styrofoam doll.
You can include one through CGI later. - I said.
That's OK, we can do without a donkey too. So, that's how it looks. Now get it off him and instruct the sadists how to put it on the horse. I want that all on the tape.
Won't that be a bit... boring? - asked the BDSM guy.
You're young, boy, and you have a lot to learn. We will cut short pieces from it, and include it in the scene of the girl preparation.
Aaaah.
We took the tack off, and followed to the studio with "house inside overlooking Mexican town". I began instructing the group of "Villain's sadists" on the process. They weren't very bright but it took only about twenty minutes to teach them. Ted and camera crew arrived.
Are we ready yet?
I think so. - I said.
OK. Show me the scene as it should be. The horse here. Left, left, right here. You, hold the horse's halter. Halter! Hey, where's the halter?
This horse doesn't need a halter. He's trained well enough.
But I need a halter on this horse in the movie. Right? Now bring me a halter from the store.
I'm afraid we don't have any.
Where's a shop with horse stuff here?
The other end of the city. Two hours there and back.
You! - he poked the BDSM guy. - How long will it take you to make a halter?
Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes.
Shit. Think, think, think. - Ted was walking in circles. - Can we CGI it in later?
You need this? - I handed him a rope halter I made from a piece of rope I found in the corner of the studio while he was fuming.
What's that?
A natural rope halter, like the one cowboys used to conquer the wild west. Commonly in use in Mexico nowadays.
He looked at me with a bit of disbelief.
- Put that thing on the horse, we'll see how it looks.
I did so. I presented the horse in his best show stallion look. Ted smiled.
- Perfect! Camera ready? Actors, on your places! Action!
I just walked to the nearby cafe, not to disturb in case of a helpdesk call. Half a hour Ted called as we were moving to the scene with Lou being impaled on the horse.
- Terrible. Plain terrible. - he complained when I came. - The horse is the only reasonable actor in this studio. These are a bunch of idiots!
It took several tries to get Lou strapped correctly to the horse while still making it look she protests.
Now how do we get him hard?
I just allow him. He's hardly managing not to.
OK, if you say so...
We need someone to guide him. Otherwise his penis will end up between her and his belly.
You! - Ted dragged one of the sadists. - Guide his dick into her.
I saw how the guy curls his palms, in apparent disgust of the thought of touching horse's dick.
Wait, Ted. He can't do it right. He's just too scared.
So who?
I looked over the team of sadists, but I didn't say the "tent" I was looking for. Then I turned around and started looking at the crew. Camera man, but he's busy with the camera. Some cabling guy. No, too old. Here! The lighting boy. His pants really bulged.
You - I pointed at him.
Me? - he asked, shyly.
Yes. No worries, the camera won't catch your face.
Sombrero, poncho! - ordered Ted.
The boy was very shy and whole trembled, standing there. Lou hanging, camera set for a "close-up". The boy's hand from under the poncho a bit trembling reaches under the horse's belly and strokes it gently. My signal, the stallion grunts with relief and starts dropping. The hand closes on the huge black cock and stops trembling. It guides the tip to the girl's crack. He helps himself with his other hand to hold the horse's penis in line with the pussy and helps it slide inside when it gets hard enough. Lou gives out genuine gasp when whole length slips in. The stallion starts thrusting his hips, Lou yelps loudly, but we can recognize it's more professional than real. Several thrusts, hot gush of semen spurts outside. The cock remains inside, though soft.
- ...aaaand Cut!
I walk up to the horse and rub his nose, praising for good work. The boy, red on his face walks back to his lights. I think I was the only one who saw the wet spot on his pants.
First try and such a perfect result. I love to work with pros. How did you know this boy could do it right?
Sorry, it's my secret.
I see. Okay, let's move to the next scene. Lou, could you stay, hanging there for five minutes?
No problem! It feels great!
Two hours later Lou changed her mind and hated it. The simple scene of the horse being led out by a big group of people from the house had to be repeated over twenty times. Somebody tripped, somebody lost his sombrero, somebody obscured Lou from the camera, somebody's cell phone rang, finally Ted decided Lou's face is so dirty and sweaty after all that time, that we need a break.
Bunch of idiots - Ted complained, as we sat under a big umbrella in the shadow, he drinking a cool soda, me - espresso.
Tell me, what to do about them?
Sorry, you're the director. I can get the horse to do what it should. Was it any problem?
No, the horse is perfect. The humans are idiots. Eh, what am I saying, it's you who are supposed to say things like that.
I chuckled, but said nothing.
A moment later we were back on the square. Flogging. Lou hangs under the horse, strapped again. This time I quickly guide the cock where it belongs, then gently stroking the horse's nose tell him to stay there and hold on. I borrow one of the "whips" which look very real but are very light and harmless, rub it on the horse, let him smell it, then mock-whip him. "Sadists" come from all sides, I hand my whip to one of them. Crowd of stand-ins around watches. The flogging starts. The sadists are whipping Lou, Taylor watches, smiling, the crowd around cheers. First try is almost perfect, but Ted wants it taped once again.
Can you get the horse to come during flogging?
He would need to thrust hard, just like in the insertion scene.
No way around it?
Well, actually...
What?
Replace one of the whips with a real one.
What? And hurt Lou?
No, not Lou. One of the sadists would have to whip the horse.
And he will cum?
Yes, this horse is very unique. I took him from a stud, he was always heavily beaten before he was taken to breed a mare. A reflex. It's kinda masochist horse.
You keep amazing me. Hey! Bring one real whip!
I opened my suitcase, special box "in heat scents". Multitude of small bottles, but I pick one of two bigger ones. The sign reads "Mare".
You will need this too. After some seven-eight good lashes, a man puts his hand with this against the stallion's nose. With the next whip, he comes.
Let's do it then.
Ted squirts some from the bottle on hands of the guy who holds the horse's halter. The horse gets a bit nervous at the scent, but one harder look from me calms him down. People heard what's going on and whispers spread. Camera, Action. This time cheers are replaced with amazed silence. Lou screams as the blows fall, but one guy on the opposite side beats the horse instead of the girl. I'm sweating a bit. Then hand on the nose, rapid tension, hit, Lou moans as suddenly the cock in her gets very hard and flares, camera zooms on spurt of semen from her pussy. As I see the sadist with the real whip taking another swing, I shout STOP!
They stop.
Ron, let's make one thing clear. I'm the one who says "Stop!"
Sorry, Ted, but he was about to hit the horse again. Right now it could be disastrous.
What could possibly happen? The horse took much more before he came!
That's completely different. Then, it was arousing, now it would be an attack. Very, very bad thing.
OK. What we got was really amazing and we have enough of it on tape anyway. No problem.
I come up to the horse and soothingly rub his hurting flank, praising him for good work.
Hey, Ron, could you unstrap me? - I hear from down below.
Sure. How was it?
You heard that moan? I came!
Smiling, I helped her go free. She took her panties on and we went to the cafe. Mike joined us.
Ted, I heard. I know you're the artist, but amongst all I'm responsible for Public Relations. And I don't want any shit from animal right activists. I don't want real whips, no matter how much the horse likes it! Is that clear?
Clear.
And you, Ron, don't give him such ideas. Clear?
Clear.
Oh well, my lawyer could have handled that easily, but why not let Mike have it his way?
One small espresso later we were back, preparing to the scene of walking the horse all over the town. It wasn't hard - the horse with Lou was just led around a white, round room with camera in the middle. The real Mexican sceneries were supposed to be included through CGI later. The only complication was a stop for orgasm and showing how quickly a thoroughbred can recover his hardness...
Phone rang. I issued my standard golden service greeting.
I got drunk... and a guy got me and a goat on tape and now he wants to publish it on the net.
How serious are they, how difficult would it be for you to recover the tape?
Very serious and very difficult. Please, you must help me!
I can get you to talk to the lawyer who specializes in this kind of stuff.
No! Nobody should ever know this tape exists!
Advices on recovering compromising materials is beyond the scope of this helpdesk service. We may offer direct help though, through our field agents. This service costs extra though.
How much?
Data destruction service - three thousand dollars plus costs of travel. Money back warranty but no other compensation in case of failure. No warranty of no bodily harm to parties involved either.
Do it.
Okay, I'll connect you with the agency, you will give them all necessary details.
Thanks.
I diverted the call to the agency. Or, more clearly, a group of helpful thugs.
We could use some help from such an Agency from time to time, noticed Ted.
Sorry, through me - bestiality-related cases only. No private dirt, gang wars etc.
No exceptions?
Never.
I sat in the cafe through the whole "fuck on horseback" scene. I can't stand watching humans fucking. I came for the last scene of the day - approach to the temple. Sun setting, a perspective from the town square through the long street and a crowd watching the group with the horse. Flowers, cheers, torches, it all looked so magical. And a girl impaled on horse cock in the very middle of this all. I saw a tear in Ted's eye.
It's so beautiful. What a wonderful ritual.
Well, a wonderful myth. Nothing of this actually ever took place.
Ted sighed a bit, said "Cut" in trembling voice when the group reached the end of the street, without words shook my hand and went to the office building. I whistled at the horse and he trotted to me, with Lou still strapped under his belly. I apologized, I had thought they unstrapped her already, but she said it's OK and that she always tries to delay the moment. She asked me where to buy a stallion for herself. I told her she should learn more about horses before she decides to buy one though.
The horse trotted to the trailer, where a bag of oats awaited him already. I got in the truck next to James and we rode to the farm. On our way back he told the bitch is already back, the cow is better and how he had to ask the Agency for help with the quarantine center, because they were completely unresponsive.
The dogs greeted me cheerfully as only dogs can. I walked to the farmhouse, to remove my suit and take a flannel shirt and jeans on, drank an espresso, then checked on each of the animals in order. I dismissed James too. Day of work is over, now just leisure time. The mares crowded on me. Eh, Pat would shout at me for letting horses so carelessly approach if he saw me, but why turn them down? They all love me! I thanked Polo for wonderful performance. Just Polo, no more The Thoroughbred for today. Largo The Clydesdale whinnied painfully at me. Well, he got what he deserved, it was Polo who was supposed to breed that porn star. I turned back to the mares.
- So, do we try something kinky today or plain old maresex? - I asked playfully.
They whinnied, nuzzled me and rubbed, pushing each other.
- Hey, we need some order here!
With leader's look I set the mares in order, getting them to wait patiently in queue, while I started cuddling and kissing the first of them. Then the next, and yet another... Over a hour and I didn't feel any sign of need for an espresso. The taste of the mares was so much better...
Finally I felt I just can't wait any longer. I let the mares decide, through games of charisma, which one I will mate tonight. Laura, how could it be different? The lead mare. My trusted, old, worn black bucket from times when I didn't have a horse yet, that wonderful fur, her rump turned at me, winking with desire, asking me inside. Jeans off, familiar cold steel under my bare feet, softness and warmth. I'm so soft, so unprofessional now! I just grin and pound my way into her, becoming her stallion, enjoying every stroke and every loving grunt. I unload whole stress of the day, layers of caffeine fall off me, and after a warm good-bye I drag my feet to the truck to get back home. It's late night. I fall on my bed, exhausted and dirty. Phone rings. Groaning, I pick it.
- Bestiality helpdesk golden service, how may I help you?
It's not easy to be a professional.
. . . . By Sharpfang Wed Dec 31 11:14:00 CET 2003