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From: NecroPet
Subject: Sarah the Vet (F, many, best)
Date: Wed, 28 Oct 1992 15:38:20 GMT

			    Sarah the Vet
				Part I

	It was late in the afternoon at Timberville Veterinary
Surgery. Sarah Matthews was the head veterinary nurse at the surgery
and was tidying away the freshly cleaned instruments in the operating
room. She was alone for the first time in months, all the other
surgery staff had gone home as she had `casually' said that she would
finish up. Sarah was a pretty young woman of 24 with long blonde hair
who could have had many boyfriends but she wasn't interested in men.

	She closed the instrument drawer and leaned back upon the
operating bench, anticipation twinkling in her large brown eyes. She
thought of the animals brought in through the course of the day and it
made her flush just thinking about some of them. She could not resist
the surge of her lust through her veins any more. She unpopped her
white tunic and bundled it untidily on the work-basin.

	Knowing what she wanted, she slid her hands under the hem of
her knee length skirt and tugged at the elastic of her knickers. She
slid them off relishing the sensation of cool air against her warm
vagina. Sarah noticed the slight wetness to the cotton of her
underwear, due to the shuddering excitement that wracked her body. She
wasn't an animal lover, she was an animal fucker and the more perverse
the sex, the better.

	Sarah opened the door to the kennels, where dogs in for
observation were kept. She walked slowly up the aisle of cages,
looking for a handsome beast to satiate her lust for canine sex. She
found the ideal animal, a proud and muscular greyhound. She opened the
gate to the cage and raised her skirt up around her waist, gently
offering her moist vagina to the animal, to see if it was interested.
The greyhound moved forward and sniffed tentatively. It must have
liked the smell of female heat for it immediately licked, probing
between the slightly parted lips of Sarah's evenly thatched pussy. The
sensation made Sarah involuntarily gasp, contracting the muscles in
her abdomen. She coaxed the dog out by backing away slowly so it had
to keep stepping forward in order to keep licking her faintly aromatic
love-juice.

	Once it was right out of the cage, Sarah unzipped her skirt
and let it fall away. She ran her hands over the dog's flanks and she
craned her head over to see its penis, which was extending its swollen
redness out into the air.

	Almost smiling with glee, she fell to the floor and ran her
forefinger along its heated length. Each time, the dog's prick
shuddered and hardened. It had stopped attempting to lick her and
merely stood, almost stoically, quietly savoring her touch. She moved
her head under the dog's belly and extended her tongue, gently
touching the tip of its prick. She always loved the rich, briny taste
of a dog's pre-seminal fluid and within moments she encompassed the
hot cock in her mouth, gently but firmly sucking it.

	The dog, in a state of heightened arousal, matched the
movement of her head with a jerky but slight motion. She wanted it
inside her so she turned over onto her hands and knees and moved in
front of the dog, displaying her glistening cunt. The dog immediately
jumped onto her back, frantically trying to penetrate her vagina. It
missed and connected with her anus but, being moistened with Sarah's
saliva, it slid in without much difficulty. The warmth of the anal
penetration nearly had Sarah coming on the spot but she held out,
relishing the delicious friction of the dogs cock fucking her ass.

	Within half a minute, the dog came. Sarah felt the sudden
spasm and squeezed the muscles of her rectum around its cock, the
gorgeous feeling of warm spunk jetting into her butt. The dog withdrew
but Sarah was not satisfied, she wanted more! She wanted to be
dirtier!

	She moved to another cage and quickly opened the gate. Out
came a poodle, in for diarrhea treatment. She grasped it around the
belly and stroked it, kneading its little penis into life.

	Suddenly, the poodle started to whimper and Sarah knew what
was coming. She raised her head, moved its docked tail aside with her
left hand and licked the poodle around its anus. The poodle started to
defecate its sloppy diarrhea. Sarah pressed her mouth around the
spurting anus and sucked as the dog's partially-viscous excrement
filled her mouth. She gasped for breath as she orgasmed, dribbling
diarrhea down her chin. She pulled away from the poodle, breathing
hard but not yet satiated.

	She half ran back into the surgery, the foul smell of dog shit
emanating from her face. She swallowed what shit was in her mouth
while she opened the "Animal Mortuary". Now she could really satisfy
her lust for obscene sex. She opened the first, small locker. Inside
was a rat, cold and stiff after having been put down earlier that day.
She grabbed it and pressed it against her vagina, rotating it like a
cob of corn in butter. Although chilled, its fur absorbed the juices.
She turned the rat in her hand and grasped it around the back by its
rear legs. She maneuvered its cold snout up against her anus and slid
it in, squealing in delight at the strange sensation caused by its
ears through her anal sphincter. Her orgasm thundered through her
body; left hand rubbing her clitoris and her right hand thrusting the
rat into her butt.

	Sarah Matthews slept well that night. Another day at work
tomorrow.

			       Part II

	Sarah Matthews, head veterinary nurse for Timberville Veterinary
Surgery, awoke late on Saturday morning. It had been a hard week at
work, after all! She climbed out of bed and pulled her gown round her
fair nakedness. Through the sleepy fog that pervaded her head, she
remembered that today was not only Saturday but also the day that she
had arranged to go and see her friend Amy Simmonds. She loved to see
Amy because she lived out of town, in the hills behind Timberville.
Not to mention the fact that Amy could really fuck in animal terms.
Sarah checked her bedside clock: 10:07!! Sarah bounded joyously into
the shower to prepare for what should be a satisfying day.

	It was just after midday when Sarah arrived at Amy's little
chalet- style country house and Amy met her at the door, grinning
broadly. Amy was one of those girls who was not classically good-
looking but she had a beautifully formed ass and an attractive,
boyishly playful face.

	"Sarah! Hi!", Amy pulled Sarah towards her and gently kissed
her on the lips.

	"Hi Amy, you're looking good!" answered Sarah. Amy was only
wearing a loose summer blouse bet she knew what Sarah meant.

	"Come in, come in," Amy ushered Sarah into the house, "I've
got a surprise for you today!" Sarah followed her in, eager to see
what had mad Amy to impatiently excited. Amy pushed open the door to
her lounge, situated at the back of the house overlooking the gardens,
and pulled Sarah into the room by the wrist.

	"Oh!" gasped Sarah, genuinely surprised. There in front of
her, grinning warmly, was a man; youngish, weathered but not tanned
and with a rugged handsomeness. Men were not Sarah's preference. She
preferred animals and other women. She was also wondering what the
fuck Amy was playing at.

	"Er, hello," said Sarah, weakly.

	"Relax, silly," Amy giggled, "He's not here for us, well not
exactly. He's here for OUR entertainment!"

	"Oh!" said Sarah again, more enthusiastically this time.

	"Sarah, this is Martin," introduced Amy with mock formality
"Anyone for drinks?"

	"Bollocks to the drinks, Amy," said Martin, "Let's get on with
it"

	"Yes, let's," said Sarah, feeling the lust ignite within her
like a dying fire getting air from bellows. Amy raised a hand in
acquiescence.

	"Ok, ok. Come on," she led them out of the lounge, up the
short flight of wooden stairs and into her comfortable and warm
bedroom. In the corner near the bed was a large box with small holes
punched along two sides. Sarah unconsciously licked her lips at the
faint rustle of movement that came from the box. She turned to Amy,
who was already being undressed by Martin who in turn was fingering
Amy's pussy with this left hand, making her juices flow and dampen her
fine lacy knickers.

	"What's in the box, Amy?" she asked, trying not to stare at
her friend grinding her pussy onto Martin s rapidly disappearing
fingers. Amy turned a flushed but obviously happy face towards her.

	"Some friends who want to play," she said. Breaking away from
Martin, she moved over to Sarah and ran her hand down Sarah's blouse,
making Sarah's nipples harden and press against the light fabric. Amy
pressed her lips against Sarah's, whose parted gently. Amy's tongue
slid into Sarah's mouth and caressed her palette. Sarah noticed, or
rather, felt Amy's hands undoing her blouse. She felt Margin's hands
over her ass, unzipping her short skirt and letting it fall to the
ground. He grasped her buttocks firmly, the roughness of his skin
surprising Sarah who was used to Amy's gently touches.

	Once she was naked, Amy and Martin left her and moved to the
box. Sarah watched them, waiting hungrily for whatever awaited her in
the box. Amy pulled the lid off and Martin pointed.

	"This first?" he asked.

	"Yes, that will please her," nodded Amy. Sarah watched bleary
eyed as Martin pulled out a smaller box from which he took a snake, a
harmless British adder. Sarah's view was obscured by Amy who pushed
her gently over onto her stomach. Instinctively, Sarah parted her
legs. Amy leaned over her and whispered in her ear.

	"You'll love this, my darling," she purred. Amy's right
forefinger lightly circled Sarah's anus, sliding down occasionally to
rub her clitoris. Sarah, who was now breathing hard, started to gyrate
her pelvis in sympathy with the electric touches of Amy's finger,
teasing the juices out of her cunt. She felt something cool be pressed
between the cheeks of her ass and, looking over, she could see Martin
holding the snake against her anus, gripping it firmly behind the jaws
with his finger and thumb.

	"Keep watching, bitch," growled Martin as he pulled a lock-
knife from the bedside table drawer.

	"Yes!" Amy gasped, "Do it to her, fuck her with the snake!"
Amy rocked back against the bed, wanking her pussy vigorously. The
snake, already hissing, started to wriggle quite violently as the cold
stainless steel blade of the knife was pressed against its body, just
above Martin's thumb, under its jaw. With a quick, twisting motion,
Martin beheaded the snake. It thrashed violently against Sarah's
heaving ass. She groaned and shook with pleasure as its death throes
whipped against her cunt.

	Martin held the snake's headless form over Sarah's ass as the
snakes blood dribbled into a small pool in her anal well. Amy climbed
onto the bed and moved in front of Sarah. Sarah lifted her head as Amy
shuffled forward. Sarah buried her face in Amy's cunt, licking and
sucking the juices from her hot vagina. Sarah squirmed in delight as
Martin's finger smeared the meager pool of blood around and into her
anus, the delicious feeling of vile depravity mixed with the gorgeous
burning warmth from the penetration of Martin's finger into her
rectum. She lifted her head from Amy's shuddering body to gasp
breathlessly at Martin.

	"Stick it in me, fuck me with its dead fucking body," she
panted lustily. Amy leaned up on her elbows to watch as Martin wiped
the severed neck around her ass and then pressed its bleeding flesh
against her anus, pushing it into her ass. More and more he fed into
her, two, three, four inches. Sarah started contracting her anal
muscles around the dead snake as if it was a cock, moaning into Amy's
pussy as her orgasm wracked her body, visibly running down her back as
she clenched her ass tightly.

	"Your turn now, Amy," sighed Sarah, moving off the bed.

	As she stood, the blood lubricated body of the snake slipped
out of her rectum, pulled by the weight of its body still outside her
ass. Martin had moved over to the box again and this time he pulled
out a cat; a young one but past the kitten stage, mewing anxiously.
Amy leaned back on the bed, caressing Sarah's warmth still on the
sheets. Martin moved over to the bed and knelt astride Amy while
Sarah, fascinated, masturbated while looking at the cat. Martin turned
the cat to face Amy, looking up at it from below. With expert
precision, he grasped it around its rear-leg thighs and forced his
erect, unlubricated cock into the cats anus. Its mewing became ear-
splitting screams of pain.

	As Martin plunged into the cat, blood welled up around his
cock and ran in rivulets down its rump and legs where it dripped into
Amy's thirsty mouth. Sarah, wanting in on the action, approached and
knelt at the edge of the bed with easy access to Amy's lonely cunt.
She ran her hands from between Martin's legs, down over Amy's stiff,
eager nipples and down to her vagina, where she rubbed her clitoris.
Amy's clitoris swelled and prominently responded to Sarah's touch. The
cat let out a loud scream as Martin's strong grip crushed its pelvis,
there was a muffled crack from under the fur. It screamed once again
as Martin shot his load into its horrendously damaged guts.

	The cat went limp as it died, impaled on Martin's cock. He
withdrew from it and more blood poured out, small slivers of intestine
from the cat slopped out into Amy's happily slurping mouth. Amy
relished the metallic taste of blood mixed with the subtle tang of
Martin's semen. She thundered into rapturous orgasm as Sarah brought
her cunt to climax with her tongue.

	They all slumped together on the bed, regaining their breath.
The bed steamed from its many blood-red stains. The cat's dead,
lifeless eyes losing their shine as the dried in the hot room. The
snakes headless body lay twisted like an old stocking on the floor,
its head still lying by the bedside table where it had fallen. Another
excellent weekend for our favorite veterinary nurse...

			       Part III
			  Sarah On The Farm

	An cool evening mist settled across the rolling fields of
Timberville Farm. The gentle crooning of the cattle returning home
drifted through the closing dusk. There was a Landrover bumping up the
dirty track to the old style flint-brick farmhouse. The gravel in the
yard crunched as the tire bit in under the force of the brakes and the
Landrover creaked to a halt. The drivers door opened and out stepped
Sarah Matthews, head veterinary nurse for the Timberville district.
She had tied her blonde hair back and, shouldering her bag, walked
over to the front door of the farmhouse, pausing only to look across
the darkening hills, savoring the cool evening air. She grasped the
iron door-knocker's knurled hammer and banged on the door. The
farmer's wife, Martha, opened the door. The warm, moist air from the
inside causing a light condensation on Sarah's driving glasses.

	"Hello, dear," said Martha cheerily, "Frank's out back in the
barn. Go straight round," she continued, indicating to the out-house
and barns with her thumb.

	"Sure," answered Sarah. She trudged over to the barns and
headed for the only light showing. She approached the door and pushed
on it, surprised at the weight of it. The door creaked open and Sarah
stepped inside. It was pleasantly warm and fairly well lit. The
farmer, Frank, was standing in a well-strawed area, stroking a
pregnant mare down its neck. He turned at the sound of the door.

	"Hello Sarah," he said "Got a problem with this mare." Sarah
nodded.

	"Due to foal today?" she asked.

	"Yeah, due to foal since Monday," answered Frank, concern
lining his words.

	"Don't worry," smiled Sarah, "I'll take care of her." She
dropped her bag to the floor and opened it. She removed a large
thermometer and a stethoscope. Clipping the stethoscope around her
neck she moved towards the mare.

	"Easy girl, easy," she whispered reassuringly. She felt along
the underside of its flank, secretly enjoying the pregnant warmth
radiating through what is surprisingly soft under-belly fur. She
raised the stethoscope to its side and popped the earpieces into her
ears.

	"Feels like an alignment complication," she explained, "The
foal should have moved round into position but it's got stuck"."

	"That's bad isn't it?" asked Frank, even though he knew it
was. Sarah nodded grimly.

	"'Fraid so," she answered, still listening to the mare's
belly. "If we're lucky, the foal's head won't have caught the
umbilical cord and we can save it".

	"If it has?" asked Frank.

	"Well, if it has there's a risk of accidental strangulation if
we try to birth her". Frank looked down at his grubby boots.

	"We've got to try," he said.

	"Yes. Hang on," Sarah went back to her bag and removed a jar
of sterilized lubricant. "I'm going to have to try and re-align the
foal so she can give birth properly. We'll need that cord," she
pointed to a length of rope in her bag with her ungreased left hand.
Frank took it out.

	"What are you going to do with that?" he asked.

	"Simply loop it around the foal's legs and use it to help
apply a bit of force to the birth. The mare's weakened, you see," she
explained "You'd better steady her, she's not going to enjoy this. I'm
going in"

	Frank patted the mare on the side of the neck, speaking calmly
to it. Sarah moved around to the rear of the mare, gathered up the
tail and looped it with an elastic band to keep it out of the way, and
ever so gently inserted her well-lubed hand into the horses red and
partially distended vagina. The mare fidgeted, feeling a little
discomfort. Sarah was inwardly enjoying the incredible warmth around
her forearm although had little time to consciously enjoy it. More
pressing things required her full attention. She reached inside and
found the small but firm hoof of the foal.

	"I've got a leg, hang on," she felt up the shank to the knee
of the foal, "It's okay, it's the rear leg. We can do it, pass me the
cord". Frank took the cord from the bag and placed it into Sarah's
left hand. She partially withdrew her right arm up to the wrist and
fed the end of the cord into her right palm.

	Then, with the cord held gently in her hand, she moved in
again, located the foal's rear legs and carefully tied the cord around
them. Once the cord was in place, she slowly removed her arm which was
smeared with maternal blood.

	"The amniotic sac's been burst for a while, we must get the
foal out now before it suffocates"...

		  One Successful Induced Birth Later
		   (Get on with it, I hear you cry)

	Sarah stood proudly watching the foal stagger around its
mother. Frank rested a hand on her shoulder.

	"Well done," he said, "I'm very grateful"

	"If it's all right with you, I'll stay the night to keep an
eye on them both"

	"No problem, I'll make up the spare room," answered Frank.

	"No, I'll stay in here. I can't see from inside," said Sarah.
Frank nodded.

	"Ok, no problem. If you need anything... "

	"I've got all I need in the Landrover," finished Sarah,
"Goodnight!"

	"Ok, see you in the morning." Frank left her and went back to
the farmhouse. Sarah settled down in a clump of hay and watched the
newborn foal try to suckle.

				* * *

	It was just past 1 a.m. when Sarah awoke to the sound of a
horse's whinny. She was slightly disoriented at first but soon
gathered herself. She stood up and moved to the door of the barn,
avoiding the heaving bodies of the sleeping mother and foal.

	Across the path was a small set of stables, three in all. She
couldn't see very well because of the dark blue colors of night
throwing a blanket of shadows everywhere. She pulled on her boots and
sweater and walked across to the stables. All but one were empty. In
the middle one stood a large and proud stallion; a palomino. Sarah
felt a familiar tingle surge through her body, the horse stared at
her, its handsome features offset by warm affectionate brown eyes,
almost bovine in character. Sarah opened the half-door to the stable
and entered, closing it behind her.

	"Hello boy," she crooned, running her hand down its back. The
firmness of its body excited her terribly and she felt her vagina
lubricating like butter melting on a hot baked-potato. The stallion
nudged her gently with his nose, sniffing her odor. Sarah continued to
run her hand down and over its flank. Round onto its rump where she
drew back slightly to trace a fine forefinger down to the stallion's
pubic bone, between the anus and scrotal area.

	The horse moved gently, as if to encourage her. Crouching
down, she brought her hand forward along the side of its sheath.
Through the flesh she could feel the gentle pump of blood swelling its
penis within the sheath. She started to massage the sheath, gingerly
at first but firmer as it responded.

	Soon the horse's penis extended dramatically protruding from
the sheath, thickening and swelling with each stroke.

	The horse shifted from one side to another, subtly pushing its
now huge cock through Sarah's cupped hands, so she didn't even need to
stroke. She was aware of the cool night air so she moved under the
horse and leant towards it. She extended her tongue and licked around
the circumference of its swollen prick, tracing the line of its
phrendulum (the tissue between the helmet and the shaft) with her
tongue.

	The taste was pleasantly piquant, the sign of an often cleaned
horse. The stallion was now highly aroused and was trembling slightly
as Sarah took as much of its length in her mouth as possible. She
sucked and slurped on its cock but stopped when she got the sudden
briny taste of pre-seminal fluid.

	"I want to fuck you," she whispered hoarsely. She yanked down
her jeans, which gathered around the tops of her ankle-boots, she
never wore knickers anyway.

	She rolled onto hands and knees and pressed up so her back was
against the horses underbelly.

	Then, she shuffled backwards until she felt the hot tip of its
cock against her buttocks. Reaching back with one hand, she guided the
tip into her drooling cunt and pushed herself onto the stallions cock
barely keeping from moaning out loud as its hot penetration swelled
still further, stretching her pussy almost to its limit.

	The horse, fortunately aware of Sarah's size, stood shuddering
in the night, almost tenderly fucking Sarah, letting her do the moves.
Sarah's cervix burned with pleasure. She'd finger her clit if she
wasn't using her arms for support. She felt the pulsing of the horses
loins, it was about to come but she wanted it elsewhere. She slid off
its cock, letting the cold air restrain its ejaculation. She wiped her
pussy with her hand and daubed her anus with her own lubrication.

	Then, back in position she guided the horses cock into her
ass, the penetration almost orgasmically painful in a way. The horse,
further thrilled by this tighter orifice, started to come. Sarah
squealed as she felt the thick load sluice around her rectum.

	She climaxed as the horses pulses subsided and almost fell off
its cock onto the straw. She lay there panting as the stallion's seed
trickled out her slowly contracting anus. She was a horse lover,
definitely. She redressed herself, pulling her jeans back into place,
hoping that the small flow of horse-spunk would not make a damp patch
on her ass. Sarah patted the horse, kissed it on the nose and went
back to her barn until morning.

					Enjoy my friends,

					NecroPet. xxx