Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: an75615@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun, 20 Mar 1994 13:37:11 UTC
Subject: Frogs )M, horse)

				Frogs

	On a recent chilly evening, I had decided to go out for a long
walk in the dark. Shortly after arriving at my favorite place, I
noticed a single frog was "croaking" somewhere nearby. For the first
time, I listened carefully to this sound, since I had let it get my
attention. It's more like a series of clicks than a croak. Some of
the clicks are longer than others. Some are closer together, making a
higher pitched "croak". It seems to vary within individuals, between
individuals and most likely among species.

	All of the time I spent thinking about this, I was continually
looking around to see if there was anything else interesting. It was
totally dark, but there is a trail nearby and several people use it
each evening. In Fall and Winter, I can come here as early as 4:30, so
there are always a few people jogging or walking in the early evening.

	It seems that if it isn't too cold for horses to lie down in
the pasture, it isn't too cold for people. In the summer, I can't
arrive before 10:30. Even at that hour there will be about the same
number of people as in the colder times. Also, on weekends there will
often be a few carloads of drunk teenagers in the area. At least in
the summer the grass grows up to five or six feet high, so I can relax
part of the time. But this time, in mid-February, there is no cover.
The grass is just inches high. I am constantly alert, even nervous.
Sometimes I'm "scared shitless". See the chapter named "Fools", if I
ever get around to writing it. (see also "Cops"... ).

	I walked to the other end of the pasture and back, since
taking a walk was my original plan. I have never met anyone who would
think that someone here was doing anything other than taking a walk on
the nice trail along the river, as long as they don't see me in the
pasture. I just happen to be fortunate enough to know a very good
place to leave the trail. Anyway, as I walked the length (about
quarter mile) of the pasture and back, I noticed that I could always
hear two of those goddamned frogs. Their noises get annoying. This is
because they are of course bullfrogs, yelling FUCK ME! over and over,
and getting positive results (i.e. frog pussy). I had plenty of other
things to think about, so I soon was able to ignore them. I walked
around the pasture for about two hours. This is good exercise and also
time I can spend thinking about a complex design problem I have been
working on for months.

	Finally, something very unusual occurred, followed almost at
once by something which just happened to be the real reason I was
there.

	I was just standing in one place, near a clearing in the
grass, watching and waiting. Again, those goddamned frogs intruded on
my thoughts. "What the hell," I say, "it works for them." So I start
to yell FUCK ME!, but of course I only do it with mental telepathy.
This doesn't work of course, so I wait.

	I noticed that there were "a few" frogs. Then I gradually be-
came aware of a weird high-pitched noise. It sounded like something
out of one of those old scary science fiction movies like "Them". I
took me a few moments to figure out that about 1024k little frogs had
all just started croaking within the last five minutes. Holy shit.
Those little clicks were so close together with all those little
bastards going at once that it made what sounded like two separate
sounds; all of the little croaks plus something that sounded a bit
like a flock of birds.

	This noise made me slightly nervous, so I walked to the other
side, about 100 yards away. It didn't help. I finally figured out that
the adjacent large empty pasture was flooded or at least saturated, so
there were frogs all over it. Acres of those little fuckers.

	I looked around even more carefully than usual. All I saw was
the silhouettes of the backs of four horses standing in the clearing.

	There were five horses in the pasture. That was what I had
been waiting for. I knew which one was lying down... the one that
always does around this time... the only mare in the pasture. They
have amazing night vision. There is no doubt that she knew I was
there. I'm always careful to let them know when I approach. One of
them is really stupid, and just about any unexpected sight or sound
will scare the hell out of him. I wish whoever owns this place would
get rid of him. Last summer there were about six other mares
(YeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeHaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!) in the pasture and this
dickhead was always chasing the smaller ones, for the first few weeks,
even though he's not exactly a threat to their virtue. There was no
possibility of one of them lying down for more than about one minute
if he was nearby.

	I don't remember thinking any more about those miserable god-
damned frogs until I was leaving the pasture, but I did have to make
that stupid gelding move to a new resting place. He should know better
than to stand in a certain area when she is down. They both know
exactly what I am going to do.

	As usual, she falls asleep after a few minutes. Then she wakes
up and looks around. She's probably saying "What. you're still here?"
She falls asleep again, which is fine with me. After another minute, I
swear she has a wet dream. When she wakes up, I will be gone.

	Those sonsofbitches are still croaking as I leave. I figure if
I can't hear anything else, nobody could hear me either, so I laugh
out loud. Some pleasures just can't be described, but a laugh comes
close. If I sound paranoid, I am. There are two reasons for this.
First, I was born that way and I just turn it into a sort of constant
vigilance. (You may wonder how I can go for three hour walks in the
dark and claim to be paranoid. So do I.) The other reason has to do
with certain ways we can enhance our perceptions and feelings. Some
types also enhance the feeling that someone has an idea where I am and
what I am doing. I have done this about 1500 times. I hope to do it
another 1500 times. I intend to stay paranoid. By the way, did I post
this anonymously?