Oh pony, pony, pony...
So since this story is going to get around regardless of anything I could do to try and stop it, I might as well bite the bullet and get it over with. Quite simply put, a horse shot his load all over my lovely boots and I think I died a little bit on the inside...
We were at a farm in Tucson, Arizona working on some horses there and JC mentioned that the machines we use have been proven to up the sperm count in studs, so they had a stud who had been sick and the antibiotics had reduced his count. Deciding that since we were there anyways, there wouldn't be any harm in testing this theory, they decided to give it a go. My dearest friend Melissa was working on massaging the people who wanted it, so I was asked to do one side of the horse and JC would do the other. About two minutes into it Mr. Stud was really getting into it.
Much to my surprise, as I looked down at my feet to sidestep where he was moving around like the insanely horny horsie he was, I noticed some very lovely fluid dripping from a very private part of his anatomy. Just as I was taking note of this and wishing I was somewhere, anywhere, but there he whinnied really fucking loudly and let's just say there was an interesting fluid on my shoes as a result. I think I almost cried.
Of course, all anyone else could do was laugh so I laughed, too (crying on the inside) and finished what needed to be done. Luckily for me, his aim was off the next three or so times it happened and none hit me again, but there were some decent sized puddles I had to tramp through in orger to keep up with his erratic movements.
So my life, a serious re-evaluation... Not looking too good. Keep you posted on how it turns out after the mental trauma wears off. I hope you're all happy with my misfortune.
We were at a farm in Tucson, Arizona working on some horses there and JC mentioned that the machines we use have been proven to up the sperm count in studs, so they had a stud who had been sick and the antibiotics had reduced his count. Deciding that since we were there anyways, there wouldn't be any harm in testing this theory, they decided to give it a go. My dearest friend Melissa was working on massaging the people who wanted it, so I was asked to do one side of the horse and JC would do the other. About two minutes into it Mr. Stud was really getting into it.
Much to my surprise, as I looked down at my feet to sidestep where he was moving around like the insanely horny horsie he was, I noticed some very lovely fluid dripping from a very private part of his anatomy. Just as I was taking note of this and wishing I was somewhere, anywhere, but there he whinnied really fucking loudly and let's just say there was an interesting fluid on my shoes as a result. I think I almost cried.
Of course, all anyone else could do was laugh so I laughed, too (crying on the inside) and finished what needed to be done. Luckily for me, his aim was off the next three or so times it happened and none hit me again, but there were some decent sized puddles I had to tramp through in orger to keep up with his erratic movements.
So my life, a serious re-evaluation... Not looking too good. Keep you posted on how it turns out after the mental trauma wears off. I hope you're all happy with my misfortune.