We, Karn the Ryeland Ram and me Charley the donkey were more than friends, we were companions!
Where was Karen so was I, unlike the other animals in the petting zoo, we were inseparable. As Karen matured and grew bigger, management noted we were sleeping together in a then cramped stall. Terry grumbled about having to move me to a box stall that was five times the space as the horse stall I had for two years as thought of as my home.
So, for three nights Karen and I slept separately, and she did not appreciate the change is sleeping arrangements. As Karen was a bright and smart girl she had become a crafty Ram. Her near constant maaing cries got her a three week transfer to a sheep breeding farm, where she learned quickly the techniques of corralling a ewe, and mating each three times in quick succession.
Soon enough and Terry caught the drift of her constant Maaing cries. As she moved then in with me and the Maaing quit. Something new, the restaurant manager began taking an interest into the workings of the petting zoo, and of how the animals were being treated. The manager had noticed Terry kicking the big sheep, and once he slapped me, my face.
Thursdays became bathing day, as Terry and a new boy was hired to help with the caretaking of us animals.
It was during a hot as humid a sticky whole week in July when came a Thursday, and bath day. Ben and Terry arrived at the zoo barn about six on that morning. Ben was more gutsy than was Terry, and he was the eager beaver who had sheared Karen of her wintery coat of dense wool. She looked a little tough for a month, or until her wool began to grow as be a half inch thick. I watched as Ben did the shearing, as Karen screamed bloody murder, and nearly broke away when Ben caringly, shaved the wool off her big balls.
Well, on that fated morning as Terry and Ben were working at soaping and bathing of me, Terry was grumbling as usual. Ben tended to his duties while Terry bitched, grumbled about everything. As they worked on me Terry leaned over forward to reach under my belly, and as he did he snagged the back of his light-weight summer pants on a protruding nail there in my stall.
As or when Terry hunched down to need as kneel, he tore his pants, bad. What was a bit worse was that the nail scratched his thigh to bleeding. Ben saw trouble and ran to the restaurant to get the first aid kit and a big square type of band aid. Terry, steamed and angry, slipped out of his pants. He then stood there wearing only his white T-shirt coated with sweat, and his cute jockey type undershorts.
The rather deep scratch had bled into his shorts, and he stood staring at Karen. Suddenly, Terry peeled off his jockey shorts to wash them clean of the blood and or any staining. As he was naked from the waist and down, he looked like a nutcase wearing only a T-shirt and his old grayed sneakers he wore while in the barn.
As Terry walked past me, he heading to the barn sink to wash his white tighties, I reached my muzzle a long stretch forward, as tried to give his swaying penis a lip nibble.
"Hey there," Terry yelled at me, "As wouldn't you or your bitch ram friend there like to de-masculate me good!"
The next thing to happen would be for Karen and me as a situation we would, could as did make us to laugh. Angry, injured, he bleeding, and not looking where he was walking, but giving Karen an evil stare, Terry tripped over the black rubber, water filled bucket and fell, head first, he slamming his head into a barn support post.
Terry hit that 8x8 oak post with such force, I thought it had killed him. Sadly, he was knocked senseless, as slowly rose up to standing on hands and knees.
"Maa...," Karen being there waiting her turn for a washing and brushing, she looked up at me, as then turned to facing Terry, or she/him looking at his exposed butt.
I think I heard the trumpet of the seventh cavalry sounding an order to charge, as did Karen lower her head and a scramble of hoofs to concrete, she/he ran. Running maybe ten feet and Karen jumped, leaped, body slammed Terry at his butt and drove him forward to for a second time, whammed his head at that post. As if adding insult to an injury, with Terry in that perfectly setup position, Karen was angered and partially aroused, her/his ram cock slid perfectly inside Terry his anal track, as Karen began hump-thrusting, doing to him his worst possible injury.
When Ben returned with the first aid kit, he saw Karen finishing the fourth session of hump and thrust. She/he seeing Ben suddenly there in the doorway opening to our stall, the big Ram stepped off from being humped over a man feeling hurts of both head, thigh, and his butt.
"How the heck did you get yourself in this position, and then screwed by that big Ram," Ben, laughing asked Terry.
Terry was really injured, he was groggy from slamming his head into that barn post, and then hit it a second time.
I brayed as Karen began Maaing, as from where we stood, we saw Ram semen oozing out of Terry's bleeding rear. The added insult came when the ambulance arrived and the paramedics, as seeing a half naked, Ram raped man lying face down in a barn stall, drew many questions.