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beastiality

   
Two teenagers thrown together in total innocence  
   
Lost when he was a nine year old    
boy discovering a stack of Playboy magazines from the    
frat boys daddy rented the old house to  
   
He would walk by her    
down the long driveway  
   
she would be riding her horse in circles  
Practicing for some horse show  
a pickle in her vagina    
her saddle banging    
against her pussy for  
an hour at a time  
   
He would not look at her  
until she had rode past  
She would peek over her shoulder    
and catch him in the act  
of looking at her with his hard-on stare  
   
Revealing his aching love  
   
yet simultaneously denying it by    
looking the other way in false modesty  
and keep on walking away    
   
On over to the neighbor boy across the road    
to stick his little penis into his anus  
   
When it came his turn to play the female    
he chickened out  
the other boy cried, NOT FAIR  
   
They would go back to the boy's little horse barn    
and using a little stool mount a mare  
   
He walked back down the long driveway  
would look at her back with a hard stare     
in the throes of her lonely orgasm  
she would look back in a pained pleasure  
   
letting the love of his life    
slip away  
 
slip around the track of the wooden picket fence  
the riding chamber  
 
He shook off his recent bestiality  
shrugging it off as practice  
 
He grabbed a stalk of grass and  
shoved it into his mouth  
Tossed his rump up onto the fence and sat watching.  
 
Startled at the normally shy boy who she made fun of in front of her friends at school, she pulled in the reigns hard  
her horse braking to a stop and throwing its front legs to paw at the sky  
 
She was caught off guard, having not practiced for the rodeo  
fell to the earth missing the hoofs by inches  
 
He sprung to life dashing accross the dusty mud earth towards her  
reaching out his arms to hold her shoulders  
while she took her last breath, staring into his dilated eyes  
his tears falling onto her face bathing the dirt away  
 
Her spine torn in two like the snap of a paltry dried stick  
 
Carefully he raised her limp in his arms  out of the gate  
 
Slowly carrying her back to his bedroom  
in a funeral march where he lay next to her lifeless body  
for 3 hours  
 
He respectfully and delicately reached into her panties to remove her riding pickle  
 
but it was not there  
It must have been swallowed within during the fall  
he hypothesized, remembering when all was revealed to him
 
That hot summer bus ride home, the girls in the back
laughing, chattering, the occasional word drifting to his seat,
...call....yeah.....class....
...pickle...
It was too obvious what they were talking about  
 
He looked for her last orgasm  
frozen on her face  
He looked intently for it  
then  
 
 at that point he prepared then injected her with a chemical created in the biochem research lab of his father, which transitioned the chemical reactions caused by lack of oxygen, to re-accept the life giving flow of oxygen once it re-commenced upon his application of cardio-pulmonary resuscitation  
And althoug his initial assessment of her broken spine proved to be just a sprain, and her lifeless body was in actuality only  a faint and her breathing only slowed to an imperceptible shalowness, unperceived by the grief stricken boy,  
 
She became greatly relieved at being given the opportunity to gracefully awaken back to consciousness  
 
He gloried in her resuscitation and he became exceedingly joyful at having saved her young life  
upon which she smiled and embraced him  
 
And his parents called out to him to come to dinner and he held a finger to his lips to indicate silence, and that in a short period of time he would return to her side with smuggled foodstuffs to feed her recovering body  
 
but soon she knew she would be missed at her own home so quietly climbed out of his window but not before tucking her panties under his pillow as a parting gesture of her own  
Written by rabbitquest
Published | Edited 29th Jan 2014
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