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Mare Tending

Chapter One

Commission for Neighbelline Horse

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

22ndMarch, 2023

All Rights Reserved.

David had never been so scared in his twenty eight years. As a bay stallion with the unusual white hooflets and hooves - granted him by his white furred mother. A white blaze, about two fingers wide, ran from just behind his nose, up to his forehead. He was short, as far as stallions went, only standing five feet eleven inches from his hooves to the tips of his ears.

He sat outside the ranch front door on a chair, clenching and unclenching his fingers. His tubular ears were partially laid back and his broad nostrils flared and contracted as he breathed in and out. Anxiety and stress flowed through him in equal measure as he awaited his interview.

He'd come to this stud, to try and find work, having been referred to it by the Employment Centre he was registered with. They had been vague on the specifics of the employment offered.

Still, a job was a job...

*

"Mr Vicente?" Came a stern, masculine human voice.

"Sir?" David spoke up, as he stood up and held a hand out.

Rough callouses could be felt as the human grabbed the offered hand and shook it, the grip frightfully strong.

"Please, come with me."

"Yes, sir." David smiled, putting his best hoof forward and instantly deciding to be upfront and truthful.

Led inside, David admired the awards and pictures that adorned the walls and shelves. Given little time to truly look them over, he was led into a spacious office. Sitting behind the desk, the rancher interlaced his fingers before him and rested them on the blotter.

"You come recommended from the Employment Agency as a potential for our specific job opening! Mind telling me a little about yourself?"

David swallowed the lump in his throat, it felt like he'd swallowed an entire apple, it was so large.

"Sir, as you can see, I'm a bay stallion, sire was Lacklast, my dam was Penbrooke. I'm twenty eight, educated with a bachelors degree in Animal Husbandry, I've served in that capacity at studs and ranches in the past..."

Peering at him from behind heavy eyebrows, the human seemed to dissect the stallion down to his constituent components.

"Impressive credentials, no doubt. Now, why do you wish to work for me, on the Camarillo Stud? You probably saw the awards and photographs on the walls as you came in. We pride ourselves on breeding Gypsy Vanner's - do you know about them?"

David twitched one ear, as he wracked his mind. "Sir, the Gypsy Vanner breed was originally bred in the United Kingdom and..."

With a wave of his hand, the human nodded. "I don't need a wikipedia recitation son. A simple yes or no will suffice, thank you."

"I have not had the honour of working _with_them directly, sir, but yes, I know of them."

"We pride ourselves on breeding the best Gypsy Vanner's money can buy. Believe me when I say it is with no small amount of pride, that I say I believe our stud is the best in the country."

His quick glimpses of the pictures as he entered only affirmed this belief for David. He'd seen champion and grand champion and other accolades and ribbons on the half dozen pictures as he'd been brought in. They didn't give those away, that's for sure...

"I have certain...expectations..." Spoke the man quietly, fixating David with his intense look.

"Sir?"

"You will live and work, if you meet our expectations, here on the ranch. You will be provided with food, accommodation and a considerable monetary compensation. You will be expected to care for the mares. Clean their stables regularly. Brush the mares, assist as or when needed with foaling and other duties."

David's surprise was evident in the way his ears twitched forwards and his nostrils flared.

"Sir..."

"Furthermore, subject to rigorous testing of your physical makeup, purely to ensure, you understand, you're not bringing any foreign equine related parasites or communicable disease..."

"I - " David stammered, then hung his head. "I understand, sir. A wise, if...may I speak freely?"

With a raised eyebrow, the man consented.

"A...DNA examination? That seems a little...forgive me, sir, but a little - unusual."

"I assure you its for your safety and that of my prize mares. If you do not agree to these terms..."

He gestured to the door behind David.

"I accept, sir." David nodded eagerly.

"One last thing,"

Reaching to the side, the man slid open a drawer and pulled out a file. He laid it on his desk, then opened it and took a multi-page document out. Placing it on the table, he turned it about and slid it across towards David.

"What happens here on this stud, is covered by a non-disclosure agreement. Our feeding, care and welfare of our mares is paramount to us. Our competition would love to know how we produce such intelligent, hard working and sweet natured foals. I trust you know what awaits you if you breach this NDA?"

David shuddered and nodded. "Yes...sir."

"Well, sign on the dotted line there, date and initialise it, and its a done deal. You'll start first thing tomorrow."

David's hand quivered as he reached for the pen beside the form.

You really should get a lawyer or someone to read that and...

David pushed the thought away, as he hurriedly took up the pen and signed his name, dated it and initialised it. He turned it around and slid it back, using two of his hooflets to push it back across the desk.

"Excellent, now, I'll get our resident veterinarian to conduct the procedures - don't worry, she's very skilled and experienced."

David frowned at the choice of words, then almost as if by magic, a young human woman appeared in the doorway. She wore a white lab coat and smiled sweetly at him,

"Sir? Please come with me."

"Uh...okay?" David murmured, as he turned about and followed her.

Behind him the stud owner's office door shut quietly with a click...

*

David found himself led outside, then down towards the stables and into a very well appointed equine clinic. He didn't understand much of the machinery and rooms he was lead past, then finally, into a well appointed office.

"Please, take a seat." Smiled the Vet, as she gestured to a chair.

David sat, looking around. He was accustomed to such places, even if this one was a little out of the ordinary. Taking a blood pressure cuff, she strapped it around his upper arm and activated it. David winced, feeling the tight cuff constricting around his arm until it was almost painful. For a minute or two, he endured before the pressure released and he sighed through his nostrils.

"I know how those things feel, now..."

Taking a look a the reading, she nodded and got him to shed his shirt, before she listened to his heart and got him to breathe in and out a few times.

"Excellent, sounds good!"

David smiled weakly. "I hope so, I do try to take care of myself..."

"Okay, now, we need some blood work and a sample for compatibility and..."

"Uh...a sample of what..." David's eyebrows raised.

"A semen sample, you _did_read the contract and the NDA, didn't you?"

David blinked slowly, his ears swishing backwards. "Woah up, nobody said anything about_that..."_

"Really?" Asked the Vet as she frowned. "You're to be, I believe, handsomely paid for your services - of the Gypsy Vanner mares, if of course, you're compatible..."

"When he said service, I thought he meant...like cleaning their hooves, stables and..."

With a slow blink, the vet moaned and blushed, then shook her head. "Oh, you didn't_read the contract? No, you're to _service the mares, as their stud..."

"I...me?" David snorted. "I mean..."

"Yes, well, come along, we don't have all day!"

David pinned his ears back and trembled.

What have I gotten myself into? He thought to himself.

Leading him to another room, she sat him down and applied a tourniquet to his upper arm and tapped it, until she found a vein.

"Easy now..." She spoke, gently slipping the needle in.

David twitched and watched as she quickly and expertly took eight vials of blood, carefully labelling them and setting them aside. Slipping the needle free, she taped a small wad of cotton over the tiny wound.

"Hold here please."

David pressed his hooflets against it, then she nodded and led him into another room. This one was huge, in width, length and height. In the middle stood a strange device, hooked up to other machinery and with a thick padded bench-like seat? Or something...David couldn't quite figure it out.

Noticing his confusion, she smiled and patted the bench. "This is a breeding device. We bring stallions in here, after using a teaser mare. He mounts and rests on this bench-like apparatus, slides himself in here..."

She gestured to what, to David's eyes, looked remarkably like a real mare's vulva and vagina.

"Stimulation simulates a mounted mare and when the stallion ejaculates, it collected down below. A rather useful item, used quite regularly, but as you're not a feral stallion - well, I'm going to assume we won't be needing_this_..."

David blushed and coughed delicately. With a grin, the Vet walked over and dug through a cupboard, coming back with a large sterile jar and lid.

"I got a private room if you'd like..."

David blushed worse, his ears flattening as he nodded and walked off to the room. He set the jar on the bench, then rested his head back against the door.

"This wasn't what I was expecting..." David groaned softly.

He began to unbuckle his belt, then his trousers as he quivered and slid them down his thighs. His large, blunt hooflets slipped into his boxer shorts and slid them down as well. His leathery scrotum exposed, he gasped and trembled.

"They could have turned up the thermostat! Its freezing in here, how's a stallion supposed too...well..."

Pushing the thoughts aside, he sat on the stool and pulled his trousers off, then his boxers and folded them both and set them aside. Looking down at himself, he huffed through his broad nostrils and gently began to stroke and caress his leathery sheath.

Think sexy thoughts..._His mind told him. _What it'll be like to finally and truly fulfil one of your fantasies! Can you imagine it? To feel a living, breathing mare's...

"Urgh..." David moaned, feeling himself quickly growing aroused just at the thought.

His fingers stroked down his firming length, tickling the thickening medial ring and trailing down to the sheath itself.

"That feeling of..." David groaned, his mind imagining the sensations, as he began sensuously masturbating himself.

His grip intensified as he pleasured himself, as only he knew best how to get himself off. For ten minutes, he worked himself almost into a sweat, fear mixed with his imagination fought a internal battle as he twitched and moaned.

Quickly, spurts of pre-ejaculatory fluids shot from his iron-hard length as the penis head flared and he grit his blunt teeth and continued to stroke himself.

"Not..yet..." David hissed, as he leaned forwards and stroked with eagerness and vigour.

His self-imposed mantra failed him, as he began to gasp then whinnied loud as spurt after spurt of hot equine semen exploded up his urethra and out the tip. His hooflets clattered and clawed at the bench as he struggled to grip the jar. Its lid fell off and he held it in a shaking hand as his orgasm continued to spurt all over the floor. Barely, he got a sample as requested - most of it puddled on the floor before him.

Setting it down before he dropped it, David wheezed and shuddered, his mind still imagining what it was going to be like with a real mare and he felt himself tensing.

"Pace...yourself..." He groaned and squeezed his eyes closed. "If you're really to service the mares..."

A knock on the door broke his concentration and David flinched, before he shuddered and looked at the mess.

"Oh, how am I going too..."

"Everything okay in there?" Came her voice from the other side of the door.

"Fine..." David's moan come, then he cleared his throat and spoke louder.

Looking around, he couldn't see anything to clean it up with. He flattened his ears, then forced himself to normality, the ache in his loins proving most discomforting. Sliding his boxer shorts up, then his slacks, he was grateful that stallions could become flaccid and retract their penises quite easily...unlike some species.

When he felt his heart-rate return to a semblance of normality, he opened the door and slipped out, closing it behind him.

"Got the sample I asked for?" Came her voice, as she wrote something on a clipboard.

"Uh...the...excuse me..." David groaned, then dissapeared back inside the room.

He returned a moment later, the semen contained within the jar, the lid askew on it as he held it with thumb and forefinger top and tailing the jar.

"Uh..." David blushed and flattened his ears, feeling ashamed and guilt-ridden.

"Easy stud!" She smiled, then reached out with a gloved hand and took it from him. "I'm a professional and a Veterinarian, you're not the first anthropomorphic stallion - or mare - I've dealt with! I can see your guilt written all over your expression! It's okay, really! Now, give me a few moments..."

"I - can I get a mop and a bucket and..." David squirmed, glancing over his shoulder.

"Oh, don't worry about that - I'll get someone to clean it up, in hindsight, should have gotten you a equine condom I suppose..."

David stared. "They _make_those?"

"Indeed!" She answered. "Usually used in horse breeding and, well, yes...excuse me!"

She dissapeared into her laboratory, leaving David pacing back and forth. Out of curiosity, he looked over the breeding mount, then turned it on. He shuddered and groaned as he watched the apparatus in action, before his ears flicked back and he shut it off, turning about as she returned.

"Congratulations Mr. Vicente, I'm sure you'll sire many wonderful offspring..."

"I'm..." David blinked and looked down his muzzle at her in confusion.

"You've passed the tests, your blood work on preliminary testing looks fine - and your sperm motile count? Well, let's just say you're a fine example of your kind. Welcome to the Camarillo Stud, you'll fit in nicely I think... I'll tell him you've passed. Get a good nights sleep, you'll be up early tomorrow to start your new job and once again - welcome!"

David blinked and shook her offered hand, his furred one feeling strange against her latex gloved hand. His mind reeled, as he had no idea what he had truly signed up for - but he would find out soon enough...

To Be Continued...