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I am not the author of this story. The author is kcfoltz.

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This story contains sex, and may contain the following, sex between
adults and minors, incest, or bestiality. If these topics offend you,
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                                                          Veterinary
Medicine
                                                            By: Kevin
C. Foltz


     Jennifer Robertson, Doctor of Veterinary Medicine, pulled her van
into the parking lot of
her new practice.  She surveyed the outside of the low, brown and
white building from her seat. 
She saw flaking paint and shutters in need of repair as they slowly
swung in the light breeze of the
morning air.
     Not exactly what she had pictured when the previous Doctor had
contacted her about the
opening created by his retirement.  She had been a little too eager to
start her career she decided. 
Having graduated from Veterinary Medicine at the prestigious School of
Animal Medicine and
Husbandry up state, she had immediately jumped into her practice with
both feet.
     Now, things looked rather bleak as she gazed out of the window of
her mini-van at her
new home and business.  She gathered a garment bag from the passenger
seat and stepped out,
beginning her new life.
     "Hello, new home!"  She said to the run down structure.  It was
silent in response.
     Jennifer dug the key from her coat pocket and stuck it in the
door.  It opened with a
protesting creak and she paused at the threshold.
     "Oh my God!"  She gasped.  The front office had the look of a
room that had been
firebombed.
     The ceiling tiles hung down in some places, where there were
ceiling tiles, while what had
been a receptionists desk sat in a heap of firewood instead.  She
dropped her bag and stood
stunned at the sight.
     "Jesus Christ!  How the hell am I going to work in this?"
Jennifer moaned.
     She stepped over some debris on the floor and walked down the
short hallway to inspect
the examination rooms.  Poking her head into the first, she saw more
depressing sights.  The exam
table was a rusting heap of torn vinyl and steel.  The equipment
cabinet was on the floor in three
pieces.  Various bottles and containers of drugs and other medicines
littered the small room.
     A quick look at the other two rooms was equally depressing.
Somebody had trashed the
place alright.  The equipment, what remained, was of no use at all.
She would have to find
replacements as soon as possible.  A voice from the office snapped her
out of her stunned
disbelief.
     "Anybody here?  Hello..."  A girls voice shouted.
     "Yes, I'm here.  Who is it?"  Jennifer responded, walking back to
the reception area.
     She saw a girl, about fourteen years old, pony tailed and wearing
faded jeans and a tee
shirt.  The girl held a cat in her arms.
     "Are you the new Vet?"  She asked.
     "Yes, I'm Doctor Robertson.  Jennifer Robertson.  Who are you?"
     "Sally Mathews.  Can you help my cat, Dr. Robertson?  A dog bit
her.  She's hurt!"  The
girl said, cradling her pet for the Doctor to see.
     "Well as you can see, Sally, my office needs some work.  But lets
go back outside and I'll
look at your cat.  I have a medical kit in my van.  What's her name,
honey?"  Jennifer said,
instantly becoming a Veterinary Doctor.
     "Squeaky.  She hardly makes any noise and when she does it sounds
like a squeak, so we
called her Squeaky.  Is she gonna be alright?"  Sally asked.
     Jennifer carefully took the injured animal from the worried girls
arms and began a slow
examination.
     "Sally, would you open the side door on my van?  I can look at
her better if we get her on
the floor of the van."
     "Sure.  Boy the inside of your office is sure a mess.  You have a
lot of work to do" Sally
noted, sliding the door of the vehicle open for Jennifer.
     "O.K., Squeaky, let's have a look at you."  Jennifer put the cat
on the floor of her van.
     "She tried to get away from the dog, but he had her cornered.  He
got a couple of bites at
her and I chased him away with a stick."
     Jennifer looked up at the girl, "That was brave, Sally, but you
could have gotten hurt. 
Sometimes dogs don't know what they're biting when they get excited."
     "I wasn't going to let him hurt Squeaky!"  The girl replied.
     Jennifer found the dog bite and Squeaky complained a little as
she checked out the wound.
     "Sally, will you open that black case on the seat there?"  She
indicated the case with a toss
of her head at the seat.
     "Sure.  Is she gonna be alright?"
     Jennifer shook her head in the affirmative.  Sally opened the
case for her and moved it
next to her on the floor of the van.
     "She got a bite, but it seems to be only superficial.  I'll put
some disinfectant on it and then
we'll bandage her.  Open that blue plastic jar there in the corner,
will you?"
     "Yeah, thanks for looking at her, Doctor.  I was worried it might
be serious."
     "You're welcome, Sally, and call me Jennifer.  Since you are my
first client you might as
well not be so formal.  You're right about my office.  You said it was
a mess and it sure is.  Do
you know what happened to it?"
     "Some of the boys from High School come down here and one of them
broke into it a
while back.  That was right after the other Doctor left last year."
She handed Jennifer the jar of
ointment.
     Jennifer applied some of the ointment and then placed a gauze pad
over the small wound. 
She bound it with a non-sticky wrapping and handed the cat back to the
girl.
     "There you are, Sally.  In a couple of days bring her back and
we'll check on her.  She'll
be O.K."
     "Thanks, Jennifer!  What do I owe you?"  Sally said, holding the
bandaged Squeaky.
     "I'll tell you what we'll do, Sally.  Would you like to help me
get this place ready for
business?  I can't pay you much, but I really need the help and I
don't know anybody here, except
you.  What do you say?"
     "You'd pay me?  To help you?  Wow!  Sure, Jennifer!  I'll have to
ask my mom and dad
first.  I'll bring them here when I bring Squeaky back, O.K.?"  She
said, excitement obvious in her
voice.
     "O. K.!  It's a deal!"  Jennifer held out her hand and the two
shook on their new
partnership.
     "See you in a couple of days!'  The girl said.  She turned and
walked out toward the
driveway.
     Jennifer watched her for a minute then put her medical tools and
supplies back in their
places in her kit bag.  She had a lot of work to do before she could
open the office.  She began to
make a mental list of the equipment and supplies she would need.  She
figured that if she was
lucky, the cost of new equipment and the refurbishing of the building
itself would cost her about
thirty thousand dollars.  It sounded like a small enough amount when
compared to the cost of her
education she reasoned.  Thirty thousand dollars she didn't have.
     On the drive back down the road to town, she tried to argue with
herself about her decision
to take the practice in the small town.  The Doctor in her argued the
case to stay and take care of
the communities needs.  The practical, and cash shy side of her argued
to get out now, while she
still had a good credit record.  As she pulled into the parking lot of
her apartment, the Doctor had
won the argument.  She would give it a go, money be damned.  A trip to
the local bank was in
order.
     Thirty thousand dollars at an interest rate of nine percent.
That was the deal the bank
offered the towns newest Doctor of Veterinary Medicine.  Jennifer
signed the papers and the
banker assured her that her account would reflect the credit amount
within the day.  Driving to the
office, she stopped at the hardware store to pick up the immediate
needs for the remodeling of her
new work place.  Twelve gallons of paint, brushes, rollers, a new
front desk to be shipped from the
city, a filing cabinet and a new front door.
     After unloading the supplies, Jennifer stood in the front doorway
of the  animal hospital,
assessing the work ahead.  It seemed an insurmountable task.
     "Here we go!"  She shouted at the empty walls.
     By lunchtime she had the trash and refuse piled outside ready for
a trip to the local dump. 
The hallway and exam rooms were cleared of debris and she had the
paint ready for the walls.  By
six o'clock the front office and two exam rooms were covered with a
fresh coat of paint.  Jennifer
felt as if she had been in a fight.  Every muscle of her body ached
from the exertion of hauling
trash and overhead painting.  She decided to call it a day and headed
for home.
     Early morning found her back at the task of bringing her new job
and the building she
would work in back into the realm of a presentable business.  Handy
with a hammer and saw,
something her father had taught her, she soon had the new door on its
hinges and the shutters
repaired and painted.  She decided to hire a local painter to cover
the outside of the building while
she concentrated on the interior.  She made arrangements with the
phone company to install a
business system in her new office.
     While eating a sandwich for lunch the following day she saw a
station wagon pull into the
parking lot.  Sally hopped out of the back seat followed by her
parents.  Sally introduced them to
the new Doctor and they thanked her for taking care of the family cat,
Squeaky.
     "Thank you, Aaron, Susan.  I would invite you in, but it's still
a real mess inside.  I've got
the painting done, but I'm waiting for the equipment to get here.  It
should be here today or
tomorrow."
     "Jennifer, it's a pleasure.  Squeaky thanks you, too."  The
attractive blonde Susan said,
shaking Jennifers hand.
     "Yes, thanks a lot, Jennifer.  Sally was really worried about
that cat."  Aaron said, as he
also shook the young doctors hand.  "Sally has asked us if she could
help you out.  She said you
were offering her a job."
     "That's right, I'm in need of an assistant.  I need some help
getting the place fixed up and
once that's done, I need a front desk receptionist.  I can't pay much,
but it'll be at least the
minimum wage to start.  I can't offer much more than that, except an
informal education in animal
medicine."
     "We both think that would be an excellent idea, Jennifer.  We've
told Sally that she can
work for you after her school obligations and on the weekends as long
as it does not conflict with
her grades or school activities."
     "That's wonderful!"  Jennifer said.
     "Hey, Jennifer!  Your desk is here!"  Sally shouted, as she ran
around the side of the
building toward the parking lot.
     The delivery truck pulled up to the entry and stopped.  While
Jennifer signed the bills of
lading and talked with the driver, Sally showed the way to the office.
Minutes later, a new desk
stood in the reception area.
     "Well, as soon as we get our equipment, I'm ready for business!
Let's go get some lunch,
what do you say Sally?"  Jennifer said to her new employee.
     "Yeah!  I'm starved."  
     Jennifer and her new friends Aaron and Susan Mathews and their
daughter, Sally, went
into town to celebrate.
     Jennifer had decided to take out an advertisement in the local
paper to announce her
arrival.  The day her new equipment arrived, she would call the paper
to run the notice.  The local
paper sent a reporter to get the story of the new Veterinary Doctor in
town and the president of the
Grange dropped by to welcome her into the community.  Jennifer felt as
if she were walking on
air.
     About nine the next morning, two trucks slowed on the road
outside and stopped.  One
backed into the drive and right up to the front door.  Jennifer met
the driver and she slapped him
on the back.  Her equipment had arrived!  She was ecstatic.  With the
help of the men and her new
office assistant, Sally, she had the pieces installed and waiting for
her first real patient.  
     The Mathews's arrived and told her they had something they would
like to donate to the
hospital.  They ushered her out to their car.  In large boxes in the
back of their station wagon was a
brand new computer and printer.
     "Oh, no!  You shouldn't have!  Really, I can't let you..."  She
started.  
     Aaron held up his hand to stop her protests.  "Now don't give us
that noise, Jennifer!  We
are perfectly willing to help you out.  I know the chance you're
taking here.  The bank president is
a golfing buddy and he told me about your situation.  You deserve some
help."
     "That's right, Jennifer!  Now don't just stand there, help us get
this stuff into your office. 
You have a business to run!"  Susan said, poking the still stunned
young doctor in the ribs.
     "Good morning, Robertson Veterinary Hospital.  How may I help
you?"
     Jennifer smiled as she heard Sally answer the phone.  Very
professional, she thought.  She
finished her examination of a dog that had encountered a porcupine and
ushered the animal out
into the waiting room to his master.
     "There you go, Mr. Thomas.  And keep Scooter on a short leash
until those holes heal up. 
A couple of days at least.  Sally will take care of the bill out
front.  Thanks and good luck!"  She
slipped out of her gloves and washed up at the newly installed sink.
     Thing were going very well, she thought.  She had met a lot of
new faces in the past two
weeks and made some new friends.  Her natural rapport with animals
made her a quick favorite of
the local farmers and ranchers.  The Grange even had a picture of her
in front of her new business
hanging on their local bulletin board.  And she had also caught the
eye of a few of the local men.
     Jennifer was a very attractive young woman.  Her features were
fresh and vigorous.  A life
of outdoor activity had given her a strong, lean body.  Long, black
hair cascaded around her
shoulders in waves.  Deeply green eyes enhanced her facial features
with their sparkle.
     Now that things were beginning to settle down, she had given some
thought to her private
life.  She had noticed the men in town when she went in to carry out
some errand or other and she
knew she was attractive.  Finding the right man was another story in
itself.  There never seemed to
be enough time for dating.
     Four weeks after her opening, Jennifer had a call from one of the
ranches outside of town. 
The foreman had a horse that needed some medical attention.  The
ranches prize stallion had
developed the equine equivalent of a cold.  She told the foreman to
bring the animal in and she
could get an x-ray of the chest and decide what treatment to give the
valuable horse.
     Standing next to the black stallion, Jennifer adjusted the
portable x-ray machine to get the
best view of the animals chest.  She had Sally hold the bridle of the
well behaved but obviously
distressed beast while she made the final adjustments to take the
chest picture.
     "Hold him still a minute longer, Sally.  I've got everything
ready to go."  Jennifer said as
she readied the film in the machine.
     "I've got him, Jennifer.  That's a good boy, Pacer.  Whoa, boy!"
Sally said, as she held
the lead rope tightly.
     Jennifer nodded to the girl who stepped back from the horse and
the x-ray device. 
Jennifer flipped the switch and the procedure was complete.  Now to
wait for the automatic
developing cycle and she would have a better idea of the extent of the
chest cold that afflicted her
large, black patient.
     While Sally saw to the needs of the horse and the other animal
patients in the stalls of the
small barn behind the main building, Jennifer studied the print in her
office.  Her trained eyes saw
the infection in the horses lungs, but fortunately, she saw no
immediate danger to the expensive
and beautiful animal.  Antibiotics for a few days and he would be
fine.  She called the ranch
foreman to give him the good news.
     "...yes, yes,...no Mr. Hamilton, no involved infection.  Only
mild in the left lung and very
little in the right.  Yes, I need to keep him here for about four or
five days while I treat the
infection with antibiotics."  She said, as she propped the phone on
her shoulder while she made
out her brief exam notes.
     "What?  Semen storage?  Yes, I have a medical freezer here.  But,
I..."  She was in mid
sentence when she realized what her new client was asking.
     The horses owner had decided that his investment was too valuable
to risk not having his
sperm frozen in case something serious happened to his four legged
friend.
     "Yes, I can get the sample, but I have to..."  Her insistent
client did not wish to be
burdened with details.
     The click on the other end of the line signaled an abrupt end to
the conversation.  Jennifer
looked at the phone with a puzzled frown.  A semen sample meant that
she would have to get the
horse to ejaculate into her collection jar.  As she hung up the phone
she suddenly knew what that
meant.  Without a mare in heat to arouse the animal, she would have to
do it herself!
     She sat in silence as her mind whirled at the thought.  She was
going to have to masturbate
a horse!  The thought was so ridiculous, she stifled a laugh.  School
never prepared her for
anything like this.  Masturbate a horse!  She briefly thought about
calling the owner back and
refusing, but the money he had mentioned would pay a great many bills.
O.K., she thought, so all
I have to do is jack off a sixteen hundred pound horse.  Nothing to
it, happens every day in the
Vet business.  You just go out there and arouse a horse and then get
him to fill a jar with his
sperm.
     "Oh, brother!  This is nuts!"  She said aloud.
     "What's nuts, Jennifer?  Sally asked, as she strode into the
office from her chores outside.
     Jennifer started at the unexpected voice.  "Nothing!  Uh, nothing
at all.  Just some guy with
a nutty problem.  You all done, Sally?"  She asked.
     "Yeah, the animals are fed and watered.  I checked the bandage on
the Blacklays' heifer. 
It was loose, so I changed it and made a note in the log book.  I
gotta go home now, homework." 
She wrinkled her nose at the undesirable thought.
     "Thanks, honey.  Get yourself home and I'll see you tomorrow,
alright?"  Jennifer tousled
the young girls hair as she passed.
     "O.K.!  See you in the afternoon!"  Sally picked up her books and
left the office.
     Jennifer sat down.  She was mulling the whole mess she had gotten
into over in her mind. 
She saw no other course of action but to go ahead with the collection
process.  She decided to put
it off until the animal was responding to the antibiotics.  It would
give her time to figure out how
she would obtain the semen sample, exactly.  It would also give her
time to do some research into
the matter.  It wasn't every day you jacked off a horse she admitted
to herself.
     Three days later, she examined the new x-ray of her equine
patient.  The infection was
almost totally gone.  She smiled to herself in satisfaction.  She had
made the right decision to start
the drugs when she did.  Lung infections in horses could be serious if
not fought aggressively.  The
patient, all sixteen hundred pounds of him, stood quietly in his
stall, munching on some carrots that
Jennifer had bribed him with to get him to stand still enough for the
pictures to be taken.  She
looked at him over the machine.  It was time to get on with it, she
decided.
     She moved the equipment back into her office and went to the
storage cabinets.  Inside she
retrieved a 1000 milliliter glass beaker.  Deciding that prudence was
the order of the day, she
locked the office up.  She did not want to be surprised while in the
process of obtaining the semen
sample.  She felt self conscious about having to do the job anyway, it
would be extremely
embarrassing to be seen by someone while doing it.  How do you explain
to a laymen that you are
jacking off a horse?  If it wasn't so serious, it would be funny.
     Making her way back to the barn, she tied the horses lead rope to
the stall.
     "Whoa, boy!  Easy, easy!"  She said in her most soothing voice.
     She placed the collection jar on the floor of the stall.  As she
did, she got a view of the big
animals cock.  In its' sheath, she could not see the actual penis.
Her research had told her that as
the animal became aroused, the penis would extend from the sheath and
might reach a length of
sixteen inches!  She knelt at the horses side and her hands reached
for his belly.
     Stroking the animals belly, her hands gently moved to his soft,
furry feeling sheath.  The
horse nickered softly and his belly muscles twitched.  Her hands
glided over his cock to his balls
hanging down in their sack.  She felt the weight and size of them in
her hands.  As she did, she
noticed his cock began to extend from his belly.  Her eyes were glued
to the massive organ as it
slowly enlarged.
     She though of the times she had done this to some of her human
male friends.  The male
sexual response was strikingly similar she decided, regardless of
species.  One hand gently
manipulated the hanging orbs while her other stroked the quickly
lengthening cock.  She was
amazed at the feel of the organ.  Not slick or slimy, but smooth and
warm to the touch, it was
beginning to harden quickly.  She felt her pulse quicken as her hand
played over the animal penis.
     Kneeling at the horses side Jennifer leaned against his flank
while she stroked his cock to
hardness.  The horse stood still, his hind legs apart as the
beautiful, young doctor jacked his cock. 
Jennifer was fascinated at the size and hardness of the cock as it
grew under her gentle urging. 
She could not get her hand around the girth of the organ so she began
to use both hands on his
throbbing penis.  She started at the base of the great tool and slowly
stroked down its great length
to the head.  A drop of lubricating fluid had appeared on the tip of
the cock only to be spread over
itself by her smoothly stroking hands.
     Jennifer felt herself becoming aroused as she masturbated the
animal.  Her pussy lips were
wet with the juices of her excitement.  She clenched her legs together
and the lips rubbed against
each other.  She shivered at the feeling.  Both hands began to run
faster up and down the rock
hard horse cock she held so gently.  Pacer whinnied and tossed his
head as the woman knelt at his
side.
     "Whoa, Pacer!  Easy now, boy!"  She said, softly.  Her voce was
husky and thick with lust. 
Her arousal was surprising to her.  She had not thought she would get
so worked up at the thought
and action of masturbating a horse.  She wondered if this was how
semen samples were taken
without a mare nearby or if they were withdrawn using a catheter.  She
decided that even if it
seemed perverted, the hands on method must be better fro the animal.
     Pacers' horse cock was hard as a rock and throbbing in Jennifers
hands.  She could feel
the jerky movements of his cock in her hands.  She automatically
speeded her efforts.  The horse
began a jerky humping of his hips into her hands.  She knew she had
him close to orgasm.  She
dropped one hand to grasp the jar at her feet.  Setting it in easy
reach, she began to rapidly jerk the
horse off.  One hand continued to stroke up and down the cock while
the other stroked around the
sensitive head of the magnificent organ.  She spread the leaking drops
of horse pre-cum around his
prick head.
     Pacer thrust his cock into her hand forcefully as she
concentrated on her manipulations of
the head of the tool.  Sweat dripped from her forehead and she swiped
it off with her hand.  She
wiped her hand across her lips and she tasted the horses cum.  She
amazed herself as she licked
her fingers for more of the salty sweet horse sperm.  Her thighs
clenched together.  She felt her
pussy clenching as she jacked the horse.  A wild, perverse thought
raced into her mind.
     Leaning under the horse she engulfed the head of its' pulsating
prick into her mouth. 
Pacer shivered and whinnied.  His feet danced nervously on the stall
floor.  Jennifer sucked the
horse cock into her mouth.  A few inches of the huge prick were
stuffed into her sucking mouth. 
She began to bob her head up and down the shaft as her tongue swirled
around the head.  Her
senses whirled as she sucked off the stallion.  Supporting the huge
prick with one hand, she ripped
the buttons off her slacks, exposing her soaking wet panties.  Her
hand pressed into her cunt.
     Jennifer rubbed her hand into her hot, wet pussy and slipped it
under the top of her
panties.  She peeled them down in a swift motion and plunged her
fingers into her cunt.
     "Yesss!   Oh, Pacer!   God..."  She gasped around his cock.
     As her hand on the horses cock jacked him into her sucking mouth,
she began to
masturbate herself frantically.  Her head bobbed up and down the
animals slickened shaft.  Her
tongue flicked over the head, tasting the horse cum.  Pacer began to
thrust hard and fast into the
wet, clasping mouth around his cock.  Jennifer knew he was about to
shoot his load from the way
his cock quivered and his hips thrust.  Her fingers in her pussy flew
over her engorged clit, causing
her body to shudder with lust.  She was close to cumming, too.  She
would cum with the animal,
she knew.  Nothing could stop it, now.
     Jennifers head bobbed rapidly up and down the horses cock.  Any
time, she thought.  Her
hips jerked as her fingers flicked over her clit, mashing it and
stroking the hard nub, wet with her
juices.  Suddenly, pacer jabbed his cock forward, driving a few more
inches of it into her mouth. 
She could feel the cum racing down the length of his raging cock.  Her
pussy exploded onto her
hand.
     "Yaghhhh!  Oh, fuck!   Yessssss...mmmmmmfffghghg!"  Her voce was
muffled as the
load of horse cum erupted from the tip of his cock to splash into her
mouth.   
     Her hand continued to jack off the spurting cock into her mouth.
The cum ran down her
cheeks as it spilled from her mouth onto her thighs coating them in
milky whiteness.  Tremors ran
through her body as her own orgasm shook her with its force.  Still
she sucked and licked and
stroked the shaking animals cock.  Spurt after spurt of hot horse
sperm splashed into her mouth. 
She held the spurting cock and forced by a need for air, she withdrew
her mouth from it.  The
cum splached over her face and ran down her neck.
     Shaking, Jennifer gasped air into her burning lungs.  Her face
was covered in horse cum. 
Her legs clenched her hand tightly into her pussy as it shook and
shivered under the raging orgasm
that engulfed her.  Finally, the cock in her hand stopped its flod of
cum.  She opened her eyes to
see her hand and arm covered with the white, hot horse sperm.  It
coated her slacks and her face. 
She laughed as she knelt by the side of the heavily breathing horse.
Her own breathing matched
the aroused horses.  Looking down at her side, she started laughing
again.
     She had forgotten the reason she had done this in the first
place.  There would have to be
another time for collection of valuable horse semen.  She smiled at
the thought.  How would she
do it this time?  She began to think...

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