Faithful Farm Hand [ Bear & Vertigo ]

There was something to be said about someone who was willing to go above and beyond their call of duty. A person who would do their job, do it well, and even do the job of others was someone to be cherished. And the owner of the small farm, John, cherished no one on his staff more than he cherished Jocelyn. Though young, Jocelyn had proven herself to be invaluable as a stable hand, a hard worker that would gladly fulfill her duties.

She had started working as a stable hand at the young age of fifteen, quickly establishing a name for herself among the others for the hard work she put in even then. She'd fed and combed horses without complaint, cleaned the stables with a smile, and had no problem in working with the ones that had developed shy personalities from their lack of frequent contact with people. It wasn't long before she was known as the horse whisperer among the others, most notably for how well she worked with them.

In all honesty, horses had been her passion since a young age -- even as young as 5 she'd had a dream of working with them. Back then, she'd had the dream of being a vet to the horses, but now the appeal was more in their care. There was nothing she loved more than making sure they were well taken care of, because it afforded her the rare opportunity to get to know them and their personalities. They were as much a part of her life as anything else.

It had been over two years since she'd first set foot here, and she had quickly become the reining queen. Morning had already come and gone and with the afternoon, came John. He was an older fellow, with salt and pepper hair that was cut short to hide the fact he was balding swiftly. His eyes were a light green and skin cracked from many years in the sun.

He sat her down at the tables near the paddocks, lunch in hand as he detailed out the new duties he was assigning to her. News to her, but another stable hand had quit. It had been the older fellow, the caretaker for the wilder creatures, stallions mostly that were used for breeding. She was taking on his responsibilities, which was to care for the breeding stallions and ensure that they would produce top quality offspring... Which meant milking.

Jocelyn hadn't complained of her duties yet, and she wasn't about to start now, though the idea of milking a stallion was disgusting enough to roll her stomach. She regretted the lunch she'd accepted, as she was sure that it would soon be returning to him in a not so pleasant fashion.

Luckily, her lunch remained where it belonged and her body felt better for it, as purging was quite a nasty thing to do. She forced herself to be steel, giving the man a soft smile and an assurance that his stallions would be well taken care of.

She felt nervous as she started towards a part of the barns that she hadn't ordinarily taken care of, wringing her hands together nervously. She bit her lip softly, using her softest voice to get the stallion's attention. "Hey big boy," She slid a hand through the bars of his stall, offering it palm up so that he could inspect her. "I'm your new caretaker. I'm Jocelyn." He, of course, couldn't understand her, but he would know she wasn't a threat.

If nothing else John knew that Jocelyn would be a great animal husbandry special at the farm. After Henry had left to go to a ranch where he would be offered a higher premium for his skills, the farmer had been desperate before something occurred to him: Jocelyn was great with the animals and eager enough to pursue the high quality traditional practices they were known for.

She had taken the news with the kind of determination that John had hoped she would and, he knew, she would come to terms with it. It took a special kind of love and dedication to be successful with husbandry, but he knew she could do it.

For his part, the stallion was curious about this human. He had seen the female before, smelled her before, but wasn't sure where. Nemo thought she was courageous to stick her little arm through the bars where he could take it right off. His wide nostrils flared as he sucked in her smell, learning so much about her in an instant.

She knew other horses and had helped take care of other animals. Her smell was all over the stables. She was Hay Taker! When he was exiting the barn he usually smelled her near where the dirty hay was piled in before it was removed. That's how he knew her...

Nemo took a step forward and lowered his chestnut head so that they were eye level, staring her down to show who was in charge.

Jocelyn was curious as the horse investigated her, his soft whiskers tickling her hand as he sniffed at her, looking as if he were trying to figure out just who she was. He didn't seem to be bothered by her being there in the least bit, which was most likely a good thing. She leaned over to read his name plate, nodding. "Nemo," She greeted him, "Pleased to meet you, sir."

She moved away from the bars to the side to the door of his stall, lifting up the hatch and pushing it open with a motion that was smooth and very used to it. Jocelyn stepped inside his stall, closing the door behind her. Ordinarily, she didn't like to close herself in like this, but with the job she'd been given in mind, she didn't want people to see her.

"Nemo, we are going to have to be very familiar," She told him, reaching out to gently touch his nose, rubbing up from the center to the center of his forehead, her other hand moving over to stroke his neck softly. "Poor old man couldn't keep up with the job anymore, so I suppose I have to do everything around here." She murmured, only a hint of bitterness in her voice.

Her stomach was full of butterflies the more she thought of it, sliding her hand from his neck and down his shoulder towards his back, "I don't know how you will feel about all of this business." She said, feeling ridiculous, but talking calmed the horses and calmed herself as well. Cheyenne removed her hand from his head and instead took a step back, taking a breath to calm herself.

"Let's... See what I will be working with..." She said finally, keeping a hand trailing on him so as not to spook him. tracing it all the way down to his belly, leaning over to get a look at his sheath, which in and of itself was a rather thick thing

And now the female was entering his stall. Nemo let her pet his nose and up his long head. He regally canted his head upwards while she petted down his neck, enjoying the attention. The old male hadn't been around for a few days so he had been missing regular attention.

This human might do just as well, he thought.

He curiously swiveled his head to follow after she took a step back and then rubbed down his side, just same way the old male would do. He stepped to the side when she unexpectedly leaned over to face level with his shaft. The organ, in its currently unaroused state, was about ten inches long and thicker than the width of her wrist.

Nemo took a step to the side and then navigated around the inside of the large stall, making space to look at Jocelyn. She didn't seem as confident as the male human had been and he was getting an anxious sort of smell from her, as though she didn't understand her place.

He dipped his head down and nudged insistently at the woman, alternately looking at her with his big black eyes before pushing her with his snout.

Nemo didn't seem to be in the least bit afraid of her, seemed even comfortable with the fact that she was touching him. His eagerness told him that the old man had been squeamish for nothing, had probably even been so used to what he had to do that it was common place. Nemo seemed eager for it, his head dipping to nudge her as if to say get on with it.

"Alright, alright, alright." She assured, "Don't be so pushy... This is my first time..." She felt the rolling, churning, maybe going to puke feeling again as she slid her hand over to his member, having to use both hands to sufficiently wrap around his cock. She squeezed her eyes shut as she started to stroke him, feeling awkward at doing such a sexual act to a beast.

Her hands moved slowly, but she was at least firm in her movements, stimulating him slowly at the beginning.

When the human first touched his member Nemo froze, adjusting to the strange way her small hands felt around his member. His ears perked right up, his tail totally still. The only movement was long mane hairs falling slowly into place after losing battle against gravity.

His sheath started to thicken a few moments into her tender ministrations, Nemo snorting and balls tightening when her palm first rubbed against his slowly emerging glans. The flat, spongy mass was moist with excitement, slowly pushing out from the sheath.

A couple minutes in the horse turned his head and snorted, leaning backwards and then forwards in her grasp. He turned and nudged her more, somehow displeased with what she was doing. He neared the farmhand against and stopped, canting his body to the side to give her access to his half erect penis--now a foot long with animal cock half hanging out of his sheath.

The beast was a responsive fellow, his cock emerging from its sheath slowly. His member didn't feel like flesh as much as the rest of him, her hands loosening their grip for just a moment before growing firm again. She choked back the urge to purge her lunch on the floors of the stalls. She fought against it again, keeping her head turned as she struggled for the best grip of his cock without it being too much stimulation or too little.

After a moment of hesitation, she lowered herself slowly down to her knees, continuing to stroke the horse's cock as he grew in length to a size that was rather impressive. Jocelyn felt nervous as she picked up the pace, stroking him and moving hands in soft twisting movements that were light enough not to cause the skin to tug but strong enough to stimulate him vastly. "Come now, Nemo. I wouldn't like to work for it." She murmured, but truth be told she was fascinated by his member.

Even as she felt the disgust, she felt a strange interest, watching the way the cock grew in her hands and responded in small twitches and flaring at the very tip. Oddly enough, her sex was tingling gently in urges that she didn't acknowledge while at work.

Strange.

The horse snorted when she began to touch the fleshy, sensitive portion of his cock past the sheath. Thick veins pulsed on the moist, hard flesh like sympathetic vibrations to the sheer heat of the rod. His nostrils flared and he tossed his mane, noticing a new undertone to the scent.

This female was... He snorted again, this female was a mare on verge of heat.

Ah.

This all made sense now.

Clearly the humans had begun to recognize Nemo's superior breeding status, as they regularly made sure to introduce him to mares with scents from all over. Now they had taken the next logical step to introducing him to a human mare.

Well.

She was quite small.

In the midst of the stallion's ruminations on equine-hominid mating his cock did not fail to stop expanding until its meaty length was just over a foot and a half. The tip, a concave mushroom, flared at the end and twitched when her fingers came near it. In a momentary movement Nemo half stepped back, causing one of Jocelyn's hands to momentarily cup his thick head.

The organ pulsed for a moment, emitting nothing, but the stallion's body told a different story. His thick flanks tightened, shifting beneath his skin as his head twisted and flicked. Nemo's tail momentarily lifted and then sank back down, giving off the impression of startled pleasure and, as his head swung round, rapt attention.

The shaft was a strange network of veins that pulsed and made his cock twitch in her grasp, his thick length something far too massive for her to handle. Her own organ was slowly coming alive with a strange sort of attraction, perhaps because of the intimate way that she had to attend to him, but perhaps because of the fact she hadn't satisfied herself in a long time.

Jocelyn felt awkward as the horse reacted to her, shrinking away as the stallion tensed. "Easy, boy," She comforted, taking a hand away from his cock to stroke his belly. The ache between her legs was becoming almost too strong for her to ignore, her eyes glancing out at the barn. No one would notice if she did something else besides just milk the horse, right?

Her cheeks turned a bit pink at just the idea, but the throbbing of her need was too strong to resist. Jocelyn pulled her hands from him to grasp her pants, sliding htem off and setting them on the ground to give herself a clean space to sit. She removed her panties, tucking them into the pocket of her pants.

Slacking wasn't a part of her vocabulary, and she wasn't one to completely abandon her job. She reached one hand up to the stallion's cock, the other sliding between her thighs, two fingers sliding in and out of her already rather wet sex. It didn't take hardly anything for her fingers to be coated in her own fluids, her hips pressing into her own touch softly and soft sighs of pleasure coming from her.