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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 tyre 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 ear pieces into her ears.

“Feel’s 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 upto 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 amneotic sac’s been burst for a while, we must get the foal out now before it suffocates”…

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

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It was just gone 1 a.m. when Sarah awoke to the sound of a horses whiney. She was slightly disorientated 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, it’s handsome feature’s 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 it’s 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 odour. Sarah continued to run her hand down and over it’s 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 it’s sheath. Through the flesh she could feel the gentle pump of blood swelling it’s 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 it’s 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 it’s swollen prick, tracing the line of it’s 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 it’s length in her mouth as possible. She sucked and slurped on it’s cock but stopped when she got the sudden briney taste of preseminal 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 it’s 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 it’s 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 it’s cock, letting the cold air restrain it’s 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.