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Good Boy (Chapter 1)

QueenJuliaGG on Animal Stories

Some info About me: Before i begin, let me introduce myself; I am Tori, a 17 year old high school female. I am 5'5, 124 pounds, and am a white but part mexican girl, giving me the Ass and cleavage than men would kill for. I have the cute and attractive face, with long wavy brown hair that makes me the sexy cute girl whom everybody knows. Some say im a Hot nerdy girl simply because i get great grades and sometimes wear glasses. Anyway, ill introduce my family since we just talked about who i am. My Mother is rose, a 5'6 Mom who i get my looks from is just 36 years old and looks like an older, slightly taller version of me. My Father Kevin, is a loving father who works most of they day, is never around, but has a great job that provides us all with a 2 story roof over our heads. Next is my

Cow Milking

orbl1415 on Animal Stories

It was the spring of my eighth-grade year and I was 14 years old. I lived
in a small rural community in the Midwest that had more farm animals than
people. And no, that is not a joke. But sarcasm aside, I really enjoyed
life in this agricultural town. People were neighborly and we all knew each
other. It was impossible to go to town without spending half your time
talking to folks and catching up on their lives.

That year I had decided to get a part-time job after school and on
weekends. There were a number of farmers and ranchers in the area that were
eager to hire teenagers to help around their properties. I landed a job
with a local cattle rancher two miles down the road from my home.

Mr. Williams, the ranch owner, was semi-retired. Over the past few years he
had gra

Crazy Night In A Crazy Foster Home

littleboyblack on Animal Stories

The nightmares had come back, tainting my dreams and forcing me to wake in a cold sweat. This time I hadn’t been asleep for more than a few hours since it had just turned midnight. Feeling uneasy and a little frightened, I pulled myself from my bed and made my way downstairs so that I could get some water from the kitchen.

On my through the living room, I had tripped on something and tumbled down onto the hardwood floor with a crash. It didn’t take long for me to realize that the thing I had tripped on was the family dog, Gunner, a beast of a doberman that almost towered over me due to my small size.

I lied on the floor for a moment, waiting for the pain to subside. Gunner must have been pretty angered for he growled at me and got up from his rested position. He walked over to me, p