Unknown - Bea_s pony

We reached the top of the steps without mishap. Helen had reached out to grab a board at one point and had picked up what looked like birdshit on her hand. She wiped it on a clean patch of concrete.

Carefully, we stepped down into the basement well. The door at the bottom opened easily, and we found ourselves in a storage area.

Shushing one another in an effort to be very quiet, we walked back into the basement. The voices were above us now, and we could hear the tramp of boots across the floor along with the other sounds.

We reached another staircase, this one leading to the upper floor, and carefully ascended. A door at the top opened easily and we found ourselves in a corridor hemmed in on both sides by a heavy wire mesh partition.

The voices came from behind the partition on the right side. We tiptoed along the corridor to a point where we could see clearly through the wire mesh the scene that had been our ultimate destination since first hearing the voices.

Four boys, in their middle teens, obviously farmhands, were in the room along with several sheep. One tall boy wore a Montana cowboy's hat and western riding boots. The other three were hatless and wore conventional workboots. All wore levis and denim jackets.

I noticed another pair of boots out in the middle of the floor, side by side. It seemed strange to see them there so obviously in the center of the room and in the way, yet judging from the attention of the boys, somehow important to what was going on.

The tall boy's name we picked up as Montie, and he was doing most of the talking.

"Shit, now," he said. "We ruined a good pair of fuckin' boots for this, and you gotta change your mind."

"Aw, Montie, his old man told him sheep is where VD comes from," one of the other boys said.

"You mean you told your old man you was gonna fuck some sheep?" Montie asked the boy, "Billy, you actually told him you was gonna do it?"

"Naw, Montie," the other boy came in. "He told his old man he knew of some kid in Denison who did it. He made like it wasn't gonna be him at all."

"Tex is right, Montie," Billy piped up. "I put it to him like that. I ain't never fucked nothin' before, and I got like uptight."

"Well, if you're that uptight, put on a rubber. Course I figure a man's uptight about a little ol' sheep, he ain't never gonna get up nerve to fuck a woman, right Glenbo?"

Billy was squirming. They were reaching him, and he did not seem to know where to turn.

"Well, why do I have to be the only one?" Billy protested. "If it's all that good, why don't one of you guys want to do it too?"

"Cause we already fucked one, man. Me, Tex, and Glenbo already been initiated, right, guys?" Montie asked around.

"Seems dumb, if it's all that good, just to fuck it once," Billy allowed.

"Man, you think anyone wants to be a sheepfucker all his life?" Montie asked him. "You want to spend your whole life fuckin' sheep?"

"Come on, Billy," Glenbo urged him. "It ain't so bad."

"Yeah, Bill," Tex agreed. "Get it over with. You gotta do it. Them's the rules. You knowed that when you joined up."

"Well," Billy faltered, "you sure Raver ain't gonna come poking his nose back here?"

"Bill," Tex said, "I told you Raver's in Dallas, and Uncle Joe don't care about nothin' but them ponies."

"And eatin' pussy," Glenbo chimed in.

"Fetch me one of them sheep," Montie told Glenbo.

The boy chased one of the roly-poly animals back into another room and came out moments later dragging the reluctant animal by the front legs.

"Give it here," Montie ordered.

He took the animal and placed its hind legs inside the boots on the floor. The animal tried to move forward but could not move its hind legs. I realized then the boots must be nailed to the floor. The animal bleated in fear.

The boy called Tex dropped a cushion on the floor behind the boots. "Okay, Billy boy," he said.

"Your move," Montie said to Billy.

Billy knelt there for several moments, apparently unsure of his next move.

"Nice day," said Montie, feigning a patient air.

"C'mon, Bill," Tex urged.

"What do you do first?" Billy asked, as if stalling for time to think.

"Man, you take your cock and stick it in that little ol' hole right there," Montie said, pointing to the sheep's pulsating vagina.

"Look at that," Helen whispered to me. "It almost looks like a girl's."

"Shh!" I cautioned her.

Billy bent over and unbuttoned his fly.

"Naw, Bill," Tex interrupted. "Take the whole fuckin' thing off. Otherwise you're liable to get sheepshit and whatever on your levis. No telling what these sheep'll do while you're fuckin' them."

"Montie knows a guy in Oklahoma got a wet sheepfart right in the face once, don't you, Montie?" Glenbo asked him.

"That ol' sheep got so excited he didn't know if it was fuckin' time or shittin' time," Montie averred.

Billy had pulled his levis and underwear down below his knees. His meat hung limply in a flaccid state. "Don't see how I'm gonna do it. I ain't hard," he said.

"You can get it up," Tex assured him.

"Jack it a couple of times," Glenbo suggested.

Billy spit on his palm and started whacking at the dead organ. It swelled out a little bit and got red, but didn't harden.

"Keep it up, man," Montie urged.

"Maybe he needs a cunt to look at," Glenbo said.

"What the hell do you think that is?" Montie snorted.

"He means a real pussy, Montie," said Tex.

"Come on, Billy, jerk that thing harder," Montie insisted. "Ain't you never jerked oft?"

Billy worked hard at the organ. It finally reached some semblance of an erection, but was far from completely rigid. It would have been a good-sized organ fully hard, but lacking those last few inches, it seemed a pale imitation of its full potential.

He leaned forward on the cushion and pushed his raw penis into the dripping gash. It oozed inside in spite of its flexibility. The sheep responded by bleating excitedly and pushing outward with the sphincter muscles controlling its opening.

"Feels good," Billy announced, surprised with delight.

The others laughed out loud.

"Well, move it in and out, Billy boy," Montie urged.

Billy began to pump back and forth at the sheep's rear end. "Oh, man!" he exclaimed. "That's good. Does a woman feel that good?" he asked no one in particular.

"Better," Tex assured him.

He was driving furiously into the animal now. His full erection must have finally developed inside the vagina. I could see that the shaft, when I was able to get a glimpse of it, was much fatter than before.

He let out two short cries of pleasure suddenly and fell across the animal's back. The others applauded his performance.

"Well done, Bill," Tex cried.

"Hey," I whispered to Helen, "Let's get out of here before they discover us. They're all through now."

For a moment she didn't respond.

She nodded her head in agreement, and we tiptoed back along the corridor to the stairway.

Outside in the sun again Helen was asking me questions.

"Do all young boys experiment with animals that way?" she asked me.

"I suppose the ones that grow up on farms do," I told her. "Farms where there are sheep."

"What's so special about sheep?"

"Well, you saw," I reminded her. "I think the body oils and fluids are similar to a human's."

"I wonder what the sheep thought about it," she said.

We walked down to the farmhouse hoping to find Cunningham now that we knew Raver was out of town. We rang the bell several times before he finally emerged. He seemed pleased as could be when he saw us.

"Did you come to return the pony or did you have something else in mind?" he asked.

"What else is there?" Helen asked him.

He glanced at me and seemed disappointed Helen did not understand his remark. I had put off telling her about his famous room. I had meant to tell her the night we brought the pony home, but Clyde's disappearance had become the major topic of discussion that evening, and I subsequently lost immediate interest in talking about the strange incident.