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VII
“Hey, do you think we can find a quiet corner someplace any place?” pleaded Allie in a hushed whisper. “Vickie, I want you so bad.” The crowded dormitories of the Steinham campus offered few opportunities for privacy.
“This is a stable and a stable has stalls,” answered Vickie. “Last time I was here that stall over there was empty.” The stable was dark except for the dim red light of the emergency exit signs.
“This one?” Allie asked and swung open the door.
The stall was not empty. In the dim red light of the exit signs, a human figure could vaguely be seen. The form of a young woman knelt on hands and knees on a low table, her bottom facing the door.
“Who is she? What is she?” Vickie asked. She touched her life-like skin.
“A mannequin. Look she's naked and you can see her girl parts,' said Allie in wonder. “What's she doing in a stable?” Allie thought to probe her gaping hole, but then thought better of it. “Her hair's so life-like too.
“You don't think?” asked Vickie, her imagination racing. “Let's try another stall. I can't believe it”
“Try that one,” Allie suggested
“You mean the one with ‘Tea Biscuit' on the name plate?”
Vickie undid the latch and the door swung open revealing the massive shape of a large male, sleeping on his side.”
“Uh-oh! Now what do we do?” asked Allie uncertainly.
“Just find me a lead somewhere. There's one hanging on a peg on the wall – over there.” Vickie knelt beside the sleeping male. Allie handed her the lead and she deftly clipped one end to his nose ring. Gripping the lead firmly in one hand, she pressed her other hand against the male's shoulder. “Up – up – big fella!” she urged. Given the disparity in their sizes, she hardly moved the creature at all.
Neither of the women felt the least unsettled by their close proximity to a large powerful male, His naked body and blatantly apparent male parts posed no mystery and evoked no fear. Neither doubted her mastery over the male. Rousing a stable attendant was more of a threat than the male.
Tea Biscuit, once known as Ethan, stirred and gradually awoke in the dim light. He felt a small warm hand on his broad shoulder and heard the soft but insistent female voice urging him to stand. He smelled the perfumed scents. He awoke confused and, but fundamental to his training was his need to obey. He scrambled clumsily to his feet.
Vickie gave him room to stand but kept her firm grip on is lead. She led him to the back of the stall. He followed passively without resistance. She looped the lead through the stay set high on wall, pulled it tight until his nose was a few centimeters from the wall and secured it. “There, big fella, that'll keep you.” She turned her attention to Allie.
Allie sat on the thin mat, still warm from Tea Biscuit's large body. She looked up and smiled. She had waited so long and waiting was difficult. She had already pulled off her top. “Hey, come and join me; the mattress is still warm.
Leaning on Tea Biscuit's large frame, Vickie slipped off her shoes and peeled down her tight jeans. “Do you think Tea Biscuit did anything disgusting on the mattress?
Tea Biscuit heard the sounds of their lovemaking. He tried to turn his head but the lead gave him no slack. He could see nothing. The two women, involved with her partner's pleasure and her own, spared him no attention. Tea Biscuit could feel their arousal. He could taste their arousal. He pressed himself against the rough cinder block wall and moaned his desire.
“We'd better get out of here,” Allie offered reluctantly, quite a while later. The predawn light had burst into a brilliant dawn. She began to search for her clothes. “Did you see my shoes?”
Vickie straightened her disheveled hair, took a great deep breath, and joined the search. “Look at that!” She said and stood naked as the male. She pointed at the sizable male apparatus standing erect between his thick muscular thighs. “Did you ever wonder what he might feel like?” She shaped her hand to cup his fat ball sac but then hesitated.
Allie saw the proud Rothesay stable brand displayed on his brawny bare buttock. She peered between his powerfully built thighs. She saw the coarse hairs on his bulging ball sac. The skin of her palm itched just to look at him. “No, not really,” She wrinkled her nose with obvious distaste.
Vickie pulled back her hand. “Some people have intimate relations with these creatures,” she marveled.
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