From redial@darch.net Wed May 14 19:06:38 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Leave It to Beaver meets Mister Ed
From: redial@darch.net (John "Redial" Darch)
Date: Wed, 14 May 1997 23:06:38 GMT
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First of all, let's get one thing straight:  I did not write this
story.  One of my perverted friends who's too afraid to post it did,
although he did give _me_ permission to post it under _my_ account.

                         The Beaver Meets the Horse

    Once upon a time, in the small town of Mayfield, there lived a
young man-child named Beaver Cleaver.  Beaver, like all children, was
a curious little cuss, and like to get into ALL sorts of trouble.  One
day, the circus came to town.  Beaver was ecstatic.  He saved up his
allowance for three whole weeks in order to gain admission to this
wondrous attraction.  Of course his mother made sure that Beaver would
stay out of trouble, she sent his older brother Wally along as a
chaperone.  So Wally and Beav were off to the circus...

    Upon their arrival, the brothers met up with two of Beaver's
school chums, Larry Mondello and Gilbert Smith.  They saw all of the
main attractions and visited many of the side-show stands.  They were
having a very good time until they came upon a secluded tent which had
a sign in front of it which read:

                        "Quarantined!! Rabid Horse"

    "Gosh guys, I think we should skip this one," Wally proclaimed in
that whiny older brother voice that he always used when he wanted
everyone to follow him.

    "Ahh, come on Wally," complained Larry.  "You're not CHICKEN are
ya?"

    "Yeah Wally.  You're not a CHICKEN!" Gilbert exclaimed. "That it'd
be just awful if you were a chicken cause I'd hate to have to go to
school and tell everyone that you were afraid of a horse!"

    Wally sighed.

    Beaver began to plead, "Come on Wally let's go see the horse, come
on.  It'll be fun.  No one will know."

    "Beaver you know dad would have our hides if he found out we snuck
into a quarantined tent at the Circus," Wally rebuked. "Let's get
outta here."

    "You are a chicken Wally," Gilbert said.  "My dad would probably
molest me again if he found out that I snuck into this tent, but I'm
game!"

    Larry jumped in excitedly.

    "My dad would do me too!  One time my sister snuck into the movies
and my dad found out.  Me and mom could hear her screaming from down
in the basement all night long.  I wouldn't mind a night in the
basement with pop if I could get a look at that nifty rabid horse!"

    "Yeah Wally, Dad isn't gonna find out.  Besides, he hasn't laid a
hand on you since that time he caught you with the National
Geographics in the tool shed."

    "Don't bring that up again Beaver!  And besides, whether he found
out or not, it's still wrong!  Now I'm leaving.  Is anyone coming or
not."

    Everyone was silent for a moment.

    "I'm staying," said Larry.

    "Me too," said Gilbert.  "I'm gonna get me a look at that horse!"

    Wally looked at Beave.

    "Gee Wally," said Beaver quietly.  "I ... I'm staying too."

    "Suit your self Beave, but don't say I didn't try and warn you."

    With that Wally turned and left the three youths standing alone in
front of the isolated tent.

    "Come on guys, let's see that horse!" Larry exclaimed.  Before
they could answer he was under the tent.

    "Gee Gilbert, I don't know if this is such a good idea after all."

    "Aw, come on Beave don't pussy out on us now!  What could happen?"

    "I guess you're right.  Let's go."

    And with that, they slipped under the tent.

    The three boys stood in a dark, damp, makeshift stall.  There was
an unrecognizable, yet familiar smell in the air.  Before them stood a
giant 7 foot tall stallion.  Its coat was as pale as bone and it
snorted and bared its square, yellow teeth at their presence.  It
began to buck, but its motion was impeded by a set of heavy iron
chains.  The boys were awestruck.  They began to back away as the
horse reared, but their curiosity outweighed their fear and they stood
fast.  The horse became calm after a minute or two and they approached
it slowly.  They gently petted its snout and stroked its long mane.

    "Why do you think that they quarantined this horse Beave?" asked
Larry.

    "I don't know Larry."

    "Maybe it's got rabies?" said Gilbert.  "The sign said it was
rabid."

    "I don't have rabies!" the horse said casually.

    All of the boys jumped back in amazement.

    "He talked Beave, he really talked!!" Larry exclaimed.

    "I heard him!  I heard him!"

    "Wait a minute," Beaver said.  "I heard about you.  Aren't you..."

    "Mister Ed.  That's right, that's me."

    "Then why are you all chained up?  What happened to Wilbur?"

    The horse began to explain.

    "Well it's like this.  I was framed you see.  That damn Francis
the Talking Mule set me up.  I was in my stable, minding my own
business, when I heard screams coming from the house.  When I got to
the house, to my horror I found Wilbur and Daisy both mangled and
molested beyond recognition and Francis was standing over them
grinning like some kind of evil demon!"

    "Gosh Mister Ed!  That's terrible. What happened then?"

    "Well, Francis overpowered me and knocked me unconscious.  The
police found me next to Wilbur and his wife and you know the rest.
They stuck me in this lousy circus cause they have no where else to
put me."

    The horse began to sob.

    "Ahh gee whiz Mister Ed, don't cry.  Come on don't cry."

    "Yeah Mister Ed, It'll be okay," Gilbert said.  "We'll get you
outta here!"

    "It'll be real swell Mister Ed," Larry said.  "You can come stay
at my house after we break you out of here!"

    "I ... I don't know if that is such a good idea fellahs," Beaver
stuttered.  "I mean he is locked up and all."

    The horse began to cry some more.

    "Now look what you gone and done Beaver!  Can't you see that the
horse is in a jam?  He's innocent!  I know he is!" Larry bawled.

    "Yeah Beav!  We gotta get him outta here!" Gilbert retorted.

    "Please boys, help an old horse out will ya?"

    "O-, okay," Beave stuttered.  "I guess it'll be ok."

    "Thanks Beaver, you're a good boy.  In fact, when you let me out
of these chains, I'll give you each a RIDE!"

    "That'd be REAL SWELL Mister Ed!  Thanks," said Larry.

    "Yeah thanks Mister Ed," said Gilbert.

    "No problem boys.  Now help me outta these chains."

    The boys began to loosen the bonds that held Mister Ed.  It was
hard at first, but after a little work, Mister Ed was free!

    "Thanks so much boys!  It feels so great to be free again."

    "I'll bet," Larry said.

    "And how," Gilbert agreed.

    Beaver was silent.

    "Now, we need an escape route.  Beaver, you go outside and keep
watch.  Gilbert and Larry will stay here and help make up a plan."

    Beaver left the tent quickly.  He was feeling a little nervous
about the whole ordeal.  His stomach turned wildly.  He didn't know if
he could trust the horse.  After a while Beaver began to get edgy.  He
wondered what was taking them so long?  He wanted to just take off,
but he couldn't leave his friends.  All of a sudden Beaver heard a
high shrilled scream from within the tent!  It sounded like Gilbert!
What was going on?!!?  He ran inside the tent only find a scene more
horrid than he imagined...

    On the ground before him lay Gilbert covered in feces.  He was
dazed, but conscious.  Larry was in far more worse state.  Mister Ed
had mounted Larry Mondello. His giant horse cock was shoved far up the
young boy's anus!  Beaver felt a wave of terror sweep over him.  The
horse was grunting furiously as he jammed his phallus farther into the
child.  Larry's small white cheeks spread further an further apart as
the horse continued his deep penetrating thrusts.  Larry's fists
clenched the wet ground before him.  His face contorted into a
terrible mask of fear and pain.  His teeth bit hard against one
another, but every thrust by the horse's relentless penis made him
yelp and squeal.

    Beaver helped Gilbert off the ground.  With the detachment of a
cripple, they watched as the horse raped their friend.

    "Golly Gilbert!  What happened?!?" yelled Beaver.

    "The horse lied to us!  He told us that he was going to show us a
neat trick he learned in the circus!  He told Larry to take off his
pants and get down on all fours.  Then he told me to come over and rub
his dick."

    "What'd ya go and do that for Gilbert?!?"

    "I didn't know any better, and besides how was I supposed to know
that the horse was a psycho-pathic rapist!  Anyway Larry thought it
was a neat idea."

    "Yeah, real neat idea," mocked Beaver.  "Look at him now, Gilbert.
I bet he doesn't think that it's a real neat idea now."

    "I'll say."

    The horse was undulating furiously.  Faster than before.  Larry
began to scream.

    "Help me!  Help me Beaverrrrrrrr!  It hurts!  It hurts REAL BAD!"

    "I don't know about you Beaver," exclaimed Gilbert, "but I'm
getting outta here!"

    "You'll do no such thing you weasel Gilbert!" yelled Beaver.  "You
helped get us into this, now you're gonna help get us out."

    The two boys began to approach the throbbing beast.  Mister Ed
began grunting and moving faster, and the boys heard a sound like a
piece of paper being torn in half.  It was the sound of Larry's anus
rupturing around Mister Ed's mammoth penis!  Larry's eyes rolled back
and he became a motionless pile of child swaying on the beast's dick.
Mister Ed then proceeded to come.  And boy did he come!!  Larry
Mondello practically shot off the horses member!  Semen sprayed
everywhere!  Beaver and Gilbert fell back in disgust.  It was a sight
neither of them would forget for a long time.  Cum and blood flowed
from their friend's ass as the stallion shimmied and shook himself
free of the lifeless kid.

    "Ohhhh, that felt good!" Mister Ed exclaimed.

    "Jesus Christ, Beaver!" Gilbert shouted.  "Did you see that!  I
don't know about you, but I'm getting the Hell outta here!"

    "Wait Gilbert!  No!"

    Beaver tried to stop his friend but it was too late!  Before he
could grab him, Gilbert was running for the exit.

    "Not so fast Gilbert!" Mister Ed exclaimed.  "I've got something
special for you!!"

    The horse galloped quickly between Gilbert and the egress.
Gilbert's retreat was blocked and he had no where to turn.

    "No, Mister Ed!  Please!  For Godsakes!  No!!!" Gilbert shouted.

    But alas, it was all in vain.  Mister Ed would show no mercy.

    "You've been a very bad little boy Gilbert.  I'm gonna have to
punish you now!" Mister Ed said sternly.

    And with that the horse darted quickly for Gilbert's groin.
CHOMP!  Gilbert screamed wildly, flailing his arms in a most agonizing
fashion.  Mister Ed bit squarely into his genitals.  Blood spurted
everywhere.

    Beaver almost fainted at the site of his longtime friend being
lifted high into the air by the balls.  He had read in newsgroups
about this kind of thing happening, but never actually thought that
any of it was true. Boy, was he wrong.

    As Beaver squirmed within himself, Gilbert flailed violently while
his gonads were pulverized in the mouth of his captor.  For a brief
moment their eyes met.  The ghost white bulbs of mister Ed peered past
the tiny blood stained face of Gilbert and into his desperate eyes.
At that moment Gilbert could have sworn that he heard a soft, yet
somehow terrifying, whinny of a laugh gurgle out of Mister Ed's mouth.

    Mister Ed began to turn in circles.  His hooves began to move
faster and faster until he could almost no longer maintain his
balance.  Round and round they went, like some sick carnival ride that
was desperately out of control.

    As they spun, Gilbert's back arched farther and farther.  The
speed of the turns forced Gilbert's weak hands from the snout deep in
his groin helplessly into the air behind his head.  The siren of
Gilbert's scream wailed in Beaver's ears as he watched the pair in
sheer horror.

    Suddenly Mister Ed stopped.  There was a curt ripping sound to be
heard as Gilbert flew across the room.  Beaver let his eyes follow his
friend's body through the air and into a small pile of hay.  Gilbert
twitched once, and then lay still.

    Beaver looked up slowly only to find Mister Ed starring at him
wild eyed.  His mouth opened and bloody mass of flesh and cloth fell
casually. Beaver almost vomited at the site Gilbert's wrinkled penis
on the ground before him.  Mister Ed spoke excitedly.

    "Youuurrrr next Beaver!"

    At those words, Beaver's disgust transformed entirely into fear.
Mister Ed began to approach him.  Beaver backed away slowly. He wanted
to run but there was no where to turn.  Mister Ed's bloody jowls
foamed at the anticipation of the young boy's flesh!  Beaver began to
plead with the horse.

    "No Mister Ed, please please don't hurt me...I, I won't tell any
one, honest Mister Ed, just don't molest me!"

    "Oh, Beaver," the horse said as he approached the young child.
"We'll have a good time together.  You'll see.  I'm sure you are going
to last muuuuuch longer than your friends!  They were very good, but
they didn't have much stamina!"

    Beaver saw the horse's erect cock peek out from within the
wrinkled foreskin.  The horse whinnied in an excited tone as it
reared.  Terrified, Beaver tripped and fell.  He began to scream as
Mister Ed rushed him, but the the boy's scream was quickly muted by
the horse's dick which plunged deep into his gaping mouth! Beaver was
helpless.

    Pinned beneath the swaying beast, he could do nothing to alter the
situation.  The horse's moist penis gyrated smoothly in Beaver's tiny
mouth.  Beaver could think of nothing except the thought of the taste
of Larry's anus and the horses dick mingling together inside his
mouth.  It was getting harder for Beaver to breathe, and he didn't
think he could last until the Mister Ed came.  Boy, was dad gonna be
mad!

    "If only I had listened to Wally," he thought as the horse thrust
deeper.

    Just then Wally ran into the tent.  He first caught a glimpse of
Larry Mondello's half naked, motionless body lying in the center of
the stall. Then he saw the Beaver squirming beneath the undulating
horse.

    "I knew something crazy like this was gonna happen!" Wally said to
himself.

    He grabbed and cocked the shotgun that he found in the corner and
charged at Mister Ed.  With the prowess of a high school track star,
Wally ran across the stall and shoved the barrel of the shotgun far
into the horse's ass.  Mister Ed's head jerked up quickly and he
turned to look at the new plaything Wally had brought him.

    "Hmmmmm, it looks like we have a new friend Beaver!"

    Mister Ed was preparing to charge when Wally pulled the trigger.
The twelve gauge emptied into the horse's intestines and the big beast
collapsed.  Wally dropped the gun and walked over to Beaver casually.

    "That was a close one huh?"

    "And how, Wally!  Thanks for saving me!"

    "Aw, don't go getting mushy on me Beave.  Anyhow, I kinda figured
it was my fault for letting you stay in the tent.  Let's go check
Larry.   They quietly walked over to their friend's body.

    "I-, Is he dead Wally?"

    Wally felt Larry's cold neck.

    "Yeah I think he is Beave."

    "Wh-, What are we gonna do Wally?"

    Wally stared thoughtfully at the corpse.

    "Aw, Beav.  I don't know", he said timidly.  "I mean we can't just
go and tell Mrs. Mondello that her son got raped to death by a rabid
horse at the circus!"

    "Yeah I guess you're right Wally.  Larry's Mom would be kind of
sore at us."

    "And how Beave," Wally said.  "Where's Gilbert?"

    Beaver motioned to a pile of bloody hay in the corner.

    "He's over there, Wally."

    The pair sauntered over to their wounded friend.  His body writhed
in the hay as blood flowed from his torn groin.

   "Gee Wally, Gilbert doesn't look so good," Beaver said.

   "He sure doesn't Beaver.  I don't think he's gonna last another
hour if we don't get him to a doctor or something."

    Gilbert began to regain conciousness. "Beaver, Wally- oh, ah, wha-
what happened?" Gilbert whispered weakly.

    "Your dick got bit off by that horse Gilbert!" Beaver said
excitedly.  "Larry got reamed real hard don't ya remember and then-"

   "Aw, spare the poor guy the details, Beav.  Can't ya see that
Gilbert's dying here?"

   Gilbert sounded alarmed.

    "Dying?!?  No way I'm gonna die just because some psycotic horse
bit off my penis!"

    He tried to get up but fell back into the hay.

    "Hey guys I can't move my legs!"

    "Is that bad that he can't move his legs Wally?" Beaver
questioned.

    "I'll say it is," Wally replied.  "Your back's probably broke or
something.  You might be paralyzed from the waist down."

    "What's 'sparalyzed' mean Wally?" Beaver asked curiously.

    "It means that Gilbert's a goner whether he lives or not."

    "Don't say that Wally!" Gilbert exclaimed.  "Come on fellas!  Get
me outta here!"

   "Nothing doing Gilbert," Wally retorted.  "You really goofed up
this time and the Beaver and I aren't gonna take the heat for it."

    And with that Wally began to cover Gilbert up with hay.

    "Wait a minute!" Gilbert began to scream.  "You guys can't just
leave me here!  Beaver, you're my best friend!  How can you do this?"

   "You're only my best friend because Larry's over there dead and
anyways even if you were my best friend Wally's still my brother and I
have to listen to what he says cause he knows what's right.  He's in
high school ya know,"
Beaver explained.

    Gilbert began, "I know but-"

    "Aw would ya knock it off Gilbert," Wally interupted.  "Kick him
in the head or something would ya Beave?"

    "O-, okay Wally," Beaver said.  "I'm real sorry about this
Gilbert."

    "I bet you're real sorry Beaver.  Some best friend you turned out
to be," Gilbert replied.

    Beaver gave Gilbert a quick kick to his right temple, knocking him
unconcious instantly.

    They finished covering up Gilbert and then dragged Larry's body to
a corner and covered him up hurriedly.

    After they were done with their morbid task, Beaver turned to his
brother.

    "What now, Wally?"

    "Well Beave, the way I see it, eventually someone is gonna find
this mess.  And when they do, they are gonna start asking some
questions."

    "What kinda questions are they gonna be asking Wally?"

    "Don't worry about that right now Beave.  The point is that they
are and they are gonna want to know who's responsible.  And right now,
that's me and you," Wally continued.  "So this is what we are gonna
do.  Ya see this Beave?"

    Wally pulled out a worn baseball cap with the initials E.H. sewn
into the bill.

   "Yeah, I see it Wally.  How's it gonna help us?" Beave asked, a bit
confused.

   "This is Eddie Haskel's old cap Beave!" Wally exclaimed.

    Beaver's face lit up as a wave of comprehension swept over him.

    "We are gonna leave this here and when the fuzz gets here, they'll
have a nice clue waiting for them."

    "Boy you sure are smart Wally!" Beave exclaimed giving his brother
an unprecedented hug.

   "Enough already Beave," Wally said with usual modesty.

    He threw the hat next to the dead horse.

    "Now let's get outta here."

    The pair exited the tent silently.  Not much was said on the way
home, but Beaver eventually broke the silence.

    "Wally what's gonna happen when the police ask that rat Eddie
where he was today?"

    A smirk broke over Wally's face.

    "Well Beave, when I left you guys I ran into Eddie at the ferris
wheel.  He was with Lumpy.  They wanted me to go down to Fischer's
Pond with them and jack off."

    "No foolin' Wally?"

    "No foolin' Beave.  Anyway, I told him that I wasn't into that
group stuff."

    "Won't Dad be curious?  Are you going to tell him?" asked Beaver.

    "Are you kidding Beaver?!?!  If I told Dad about this he'd make me
go down to the police station and turn myself in!  And if I told Mom,
she would just probably die or something!"

    "I guess you're right Wally."

    Shortly they arrived home.

    Before they entered Beave questioned Wally, "How do I look?"

    Wally looked him over and brushed some hay off his brother.

    "You look fine Beave, but just don't breathe on Mom.  You've got
horse cum on your breath."

    "Thanks, Wally.  You're the neatest brother a guy could ever
have."

    "Sure Beave, anytime, that's what brothers are for right?"

    Beaver smiled.

    "Right Wally."

    And with that the two entered their home.

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