Kathleen Hennessy

Bestiality and a Young Girl

Chapter 1

Veronica-or, Vicky, as she preferred to be called-watched as Christopher and his latest conquest rode off together towards the woods. Vicky felt the tears rushing to her eyes, and there was nothing she could do to stop them. She ran back into the stable and cried her eyes out.

It was just no use. No matter how hard she tried not to love him, the more she did love him. He was the only man she would ever be able to love as long as she lived. There was just no one else as far as she was concerned. She rubbed the tears out of her eyes and looked slowly around the stable.

She had been practically born in this stable seventeen years ago. Her father had worked for the Butler family all his life as their horse trainer, and so had his father before him. As long as the Butlers had been keeping and training horses to race, a North had worked for them as their trainer.

Three generations of Butlers and Norths had groomed the finest horse flesh in the whole country, and now that association was going to be upset by the fact that Veronica had been born a girl and not a boy. Her father had wanted a boy in the worst way, but after she had Veronica, her mother could not have any more children.

The older Veronica got, the more she wanted to be the first female trainer the Butlers had ever had. She knew as much about horses as any man, and she could ride as well as any man. Actually, her great ambition since she was five was to be a jockey, but there were no women jockeys either.

And now Christopher Butler had once more shown her that he didn't know she was alive. This was the fourth girl this week that he had taken horseback riding with him. Christopher never saw the same female twice, and at the age of twenty, he showed no signs of ever wanting to settle down with a wife and family.

It was summer and Christopher was home from college. Last summer he had gone off to Europe, and that had been more unbearable than this summer had been so far. At least she got to see him, even if that's all it ever amounted to. However, there were those rare occasions when he would talk to her.

It was never much of anything. Usually it would be something like,

"Hey, pony girl, saddle my horse for me, I'm going riding. And saddle one of the tamer ones for my guest." The guest was always a beautiful female who looked like she had just stepped out of a novel or off the pages of a magazine.

They were always beautiful, and whenever she was near enough to one, Vicky would feel like a boy. Vicky kicked at the dirt and almost yelled: "Why the hell can't I be a boy? I'd be better off. I wish there was some operation I could go through to become a boy. I'm no good as a girl, but I'd make the best male horse trainer and jockey there ever was."