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  1. 4 points
    Autism isn't a mental illness fyi. Bringing it up doesn't need to 'prove' anything. Not everything is about performative respectability politics. Sometimes people just notice something about themselves and want to know if anyone else has the same experience.
  2. 3 points
    @Silverwolf: "...if searching brings you peace then search away" Yeah, I second that. But oftentimes, people are too focused on finding something at the end of the path while the true element of growth actually is the experience of walking that path. When finding a "reason" becomes obsessive and accepting that there is no single "reason" becomes taboo, the whole process of searching becomes toxic. I also wouldn´t say that I "chose" to act on my urges ´cause when I stood with the mare I had a sexual encounter with, I hasn´t felt like "Hmmm, should I? Or shouldn´t I?" To me, all my actions leading towards this moment like becoming a memeber of a riding club more felt like destiny has set a path for me and forcing me down this path regardless of what I was thinking of it. Or, as Goethe said : "Halb zog es ihn, halb sank er hin..." (One half of him was irresistable drawn into it, the other half was him submitting to it). But, as you said, everyone has a different perspective and results may vary largely here. @cynolove: Therapeutical benefits from animals aren´t an opinion, they´re scientifically proven and common knowledge among therapeuts. I too experienced a tremendous boost from being around horses as a teenager. I became more self confident, more approachable than I was before, more involved in social interaction ´cause you cannot avoid running into other people in a public boarding stable/riding school. I´d even say that signing in to this riding school has largely shaped me as a social being. Before that, I was what you´d call a loner, not because I was socially awkward and lacked social skills, but because I was completely uninterested in humans at all. . I surely had my fears of being discovered as a practicing zoo in my life, but it never piled up to a bona fide general anxiety. I guess what predominantly saved me from developing such is my experience as a pothead ´cause I never seen another subgroup of people that gives less shit on "legality" than stoners do...at least if they´re the habitual 24/7 stoners, not some wannabe teenagers turning pale whenever they see a police car heading in their direction. I often wonder whether all these anxious folks have "I fuck animals!" tattooed on their foreheads; as I said before, most "zoos" running into problems with authority have contributed a rather vast portion to raise the attention towards them themselves. Most of those "anxious zoos" make one basic mistake when thinking that the way out of their anxiety is talking when in reality it´s the direct opposite. Yeah, you all have to learn how to shut up on a pro level, that´s the way out. You all have to overcome your ego, the little man sitting in your heads, whispering "You HAVE to tell EVERYBODY!" in your ears. You might know the Kantian phrase of "Sapere aude!" that roughly translates to "Be confident enough to use your mind!", but I believe that in zoophilia, "Tacere aude!" ("Be confident enough in yourself to stay silent!") would be the most beneficial advice. I don´t know how the world will be in 50, 100 or 200 years, but now, learning to cherish silence as an ally would help our community tremendously. "Zoo anxiety" levels would lower significantly by simply adapting this; the time isn´t right just yet and as hard as it may seem for some (why though? Honestly, why is it so important that everyone knows what makes your noodle hard?), it is the better choice to not try and push zoophilia into the public. Many problems in our community are self made, I guess...but the first step to solving a problem is to become aware of the problem...so, what is it you all expect from "zoo advocacy" in public? Do you really believe all the ones who reject any sexual contact between humans and animals will all of a sudden bump their palms onto their foreheads, saying "Oh gosh, of course you should be allowed to pump away at any quadruped!" and "Hell, I´ll immediately call my representant in congress and insist that he makes fucking animals legal tomorrow!"? I made my peace with society and the fact that my orientation now is deemed "illegal" since the German law was installed in 2013. I just have no reason to be anxious because I know how much you have to screw up to actually be prosecuted for "zoophilia". I have calculated the risk and accepted it as a part of my orientation, my life (not a friggin´ ´lifestyle`) and my reality. I don´t want a safe space, I prefer actual life, even if it gets a little rough on me. That´s part of living anyway. And one thing I can assure to all of you anxious people as a zoo who´s practicing his orientation for nearly 30 years now: It isn´t so bad! You CAN live it, there is no FBI unit waiting at your door , ready to break and enter at any moment. Just pay attention on whom you give incriminating info about you and learn to subdue that little man in your head that keeps you thinking you have to "come out" to anyone in order to be able of living a good life. Yes, people may reject you for your orientation and you even may have to endure some hard times in your life, but you don´t overcome your fear of ghosts by leaving the lights on in your entire house. Confront yourself with your fears, learn to rationalise them, learn to calculate the ACTUAL risks involved...fear actually IS good, nature gave you this feeling for a reason. Fear keeps you alert and focused, embrace it and cherish it as a possibility to train your awareness of your surroundings, your friends and family and how they might think about zoophilia...don´t try to avoid it solely for the reason of shaping reality into a safe space. And let me assure you that living a "zoo life" is absolutely possible without ever being caught or exposed if you obey a few safety rules. No one will look at you and say "This guy´s an animal fucker!", no one has "I fuck animals!" tattooed on their foreheads. Just learn to live with the dangers involved, know them and do your best to avoid them. Stay away from publishing "zoo" stuff yourselves, don´t give in to your "little man" in your heads bugging you to tell everyone about your special interests and you all will be good. And even IF you are caught in an incriminating situation, you might just be surprised by how little repercussions it sometimes can have: my best friend, also a zoo and my ex roommate once was caught with his head under his cow´s tail by the owner of the farm his cow is standing at. The owner approached him, simply saying "Well, I can´t understand what you´re doing, but I saw enough to know you would never ever hurt her"....and walked away, leaving behind my friend who was still full of adrenaline from the rush of being spotted red handed. Help and support will sometimes come from the most unexpected directions....true love will conquer and prevail.
  3. 3 points
    I guess I'm weird in this aspect, I'm a social butterfly. I'm charming, friendly and have no problem in conversation. I do have a mental disorder but it's minor and very manageable. (Depression) I'm a zoo because I'm sexually and emotionally invested in animals. I could easily get women, I've been married, I've dated plenty but it's not what I want. While people are trying to navel gaze about what it means to be zoo or why they are a zoo, I think the focus should shift to : how to maximize your quality of life as a zoo. Some do this by providing information to those coming behind them, some do this with humor while others do this by copious amount of porn. People will judge me and some will hate me but how I maximize it is by providing entertainment catering to zoos. (Saint Francis Series of Stories.) Too many people worry about the 'why' of being a zoo when they should probably focus on the 'how'. Don't worry about what others think, just worry about what you do with who you are.
  4. 3 points
  5. 2 points
    OK, first off all. I'm not a beastie. In fact, I'm not active at all. Secondly, I have no interesst in discussing further with you. Your attitude simply sucks. Go preaching your stuff, I and propably many others, really don't care anymore... I'm just going to ignore you for now on.
  6. 2 points
    Together I remember when we met, you hearing me, I seeing you. Falling together. I remember when we made love, You lay below me, I lay within you. Coming together. I remember when we touched, you were soft, I felt rough. Fur and Skin together. I remember when we thought, you about me, me around you. Minds together. I remember when we loved, you only me, I always you. Forever together. I need us together again.
  7. 2 points
    Can you stop being a zoophile? I believe it heavily depends on how you define the word "zoophile" and what you are focusing on to "stop"... If you define zoophilia as having sex with animals, you surely can stop that. If you define a temporary attraction many disoriented teenagers and even adults go through as zoophilia, I´m pretty sure you can "stop"...I´ve met more than enough "150% bona fide zoos" who totally abandoned the "animal sex realm" a couple of years later because they lost interest or the animals always were just a substitute for human on human relations for them. These folks easily managed to "stop their zoophilia"... When it comes to myself, being the exclusive zoo I am, I´d say that I surely could stop sleeping with my mare...but that would in no way stop my emotions towards horses, my partnership imprint, my idea of what a relationship is like. I was a horse guy since puberty and I probably will be one until I draw my last breath. There will be a time in my life I actually will stop having sex with a mare simply because I am now in my 40´s, my mares are all in the range of 6 - 8 years old and with the average horse life expectancy of 20 - 25 years, I expect to be "mareless" when I reach my mid 60´s...just the right age to stop keeping horses. I couldn´t live with the possibility I´ll gonna die someday, leaving my lady/my ladies behind, with no idea how they gonna live the rest of their lives without me. When the last one of my four ladies dies, I won´t buy another horse. Then, practicing zoophilia will end for me, but deep within, in my heart, I´ll always be what I am.
  8. 2 points
    Saint Francis File 2 : Billy and Caroline Clemons #2 of Saint Francis Stories Dr. Jennifer "Jen" Lewis began her Wednesday morning at the Saint Francis Human and Animal Psychology Center with a small coffee and a stack of papers. She smiled looking over her itinerary for her new patients of the day. She finished her morning ritual of paperwork and coffee before the familiar buzz of the intercom broke the zen of the silence around her office. "Doctor Lewis, Mr. and Ms. Clemons have arrived, shall I send them in?" The receptionist, Laura, chimed in to the intercom. In the background there was the sound of yelling and stuffing being knocked around. "Yes. Um.. Is everything Okay, Laura?" She asked a little nervous in a low voice. "Of course. The Clemons are just a little.... Heated at the moment. Sending them in!" She said with a cheerfulness that had all the hallmarks of a unhappy Walmart greeter. It was moment later that Laura open the door dressed in a bright blue blazer with matching slacks and even blue rimmed glassed, she allowed the first person to step through and shut the door behind herself. Jen withheld a gasp as an imposing caucasian man covered in tattoos stepped into her office, he towered over the woman and gave a smile that revealed most of his teeth were missing. He sat down down on one of the comfy leather chairs left for the guest. The man regarded her quietly and cleared his throat. "The names Billy Clemons, I used to be Doctor Rogers problem but the old fart retired so they got me a new person." He spoke with a deep baritone that probably attracted many women in his youth. "The missus decided that I should go here alone to talk about my problems before she comes in. My problem is the bitch outside.." Jen nodded and regarded the patient carefully, "Well so you understand, Mr. Clemons, this is a safe place and I hope to provide you with the same level of professional care that you were already receiving from Doctor Rogers. Now tell me what seem to be the problem?" "Well..." Billy groaned while scratching the back of his head, "My girl was sweet as apple pie when I met her, I mean I'm an old fart myself but she changed so much that I don't even recognize her anymore. Man, we used to have good times, camping out in the boonies, muddin' in my quad, smoking a joint and just having a good time." The bald man shook his head and grit his teeth, "Doc, I ain't one to tell you how to do yer job but I like my girl the way she used to be." Jen nodded and smiled, "I see. This is interesting, since you have had a moment to talk to me privately would you like to bring your wife in so that we can both speak on this?" She adjusted her glasses by habit causing them to gleam menacingly. Billy swallowed a bit looking at the middle aged black woman who went from cute to frightening with just a minor adjustment. "I'm going to follow my girls idea and have her come in after me then we will speak. I still got about twenty minute to our session. Mind If I let her in?" He asked still looking at her shining glasses. Jen nodded as the large man rose of the seat like a colossus before walking over to the door and opening it. "Hey babe, your turn, we have about nineteen remaining minutes." He said which was when the largest Cornwall Sow that Jen had seen. She walked in with a very slow but with a grace that Jen was not used to seeing in porcine creatures. She had small stud earing in her tattooed ears and wore a pair of Ray-Ban glasses that looks liked they cost more than Jen earned in a week, she sat down and looked at the human with a with a wide porcine smile. "Hello. Caroline but you can call me Carol." Carol said with a soft bit of an country accent. "So you've spoken to my husband. I guess I should tell my side of the story." Carol said with a sigh, her nose gave a soft wiggle before she continued causing Jen to suppress the urge to talk about how cute her patient looked. "Well Billy is a nice guy, I love him but he never changes, we live like rednecks. I can't express the amount of times both of us used to get completely shit face....erm... we got drunk." She snorted and adjusted her seating nervously. "I just stuck me like a lightening bolt, I was nothing more than a slut and a drunk." She looked down and gave a huff of irritation. "Billy and myself have always had a adventurous sex life but that is it, I don't want to change Billy but he is a set in his ways. Nothing is spontaneous but sex, I know he loves me but I wonder if its because he is a Zoophilie and I'm just a pig or is it because he really loves me for me." Jen nodded while looked at the dark black, earring studded, female porcine. "I do believe that he loves you, it a very hard choice for people to seek outside help. I think that alone speaks volumes for his commitment to you." Jen spoke as Carol gave a nod. "I've been worried, look at me. I know your kind loves skinny women, with long flowing hair and fits bodies." Carol gave a soft sigh and looked at the floor. "I'm a pig, my kind is chubby and outweighs you skinny folk by a large bit." She shivered a bit before continuing, "I know your kind eats us, hell I was a farm sow before I got some of that stuff into me unlike the others I was intentionally feed the stuff by my lover. He always was looking out for me before I was even smart enough to know it, hell even then he used be intimate with me. I was barely two years old and only had three litters before I got to know Billy the way lovers do." "I know that we have the stereotype of being nasty, mud loving, fat sacks of shit but I want to be better than that. I want to be cultured, I want to be someone that I think my future piglets could love. I'm only five now and my breed even with the medical treatment don't live longer than 10 years. Billy... Billy is going to outlive me, he is only in his mid forties and humans live much longer. I.... want him to remember me as more than just a drunken slut that he tattooed up, I want to be something special to him." Carol breathing became a little more ragged, while most animals didn't cry this didn't mean that they could not feel sadness. "I understand, Miss Clemons. I've been thinking about this and I would like you to listen to my idea once we invite your husband back in. We have some time left would you mind if we invited him back inside?" Jen asked cautiously as the porcine female gave a nod, her large ears flopping forward and obscuring her eyes. Jen buzzed her receptionist to allow Billy back in, the man stepped in and looked at the pair before sitting down. He didn't say a word just gazed from the sow to the human, his gaze at Jen was one that spoke of a inner restlessness. "Now after listening to you both, I have a solution that I want you to try if economically feasible. From your documents, I see that you are a tattoo artist and a very prominent one at that. Here is a my recommendation for the both of you, Take your business on the road, tattooing is quiet popular and there is many gatherings of capable tattoo artists at conventions." Jen said as she typed a few words into her computer before turning her screen to the pair. "This is the New York Tattoo convention, Its a little out there but I'm sure with your skill you'll make up the money in no time. Now I what I want you to do is to make this out to be a date for both you, go see the sights that Carols wants to see and the sights that you want to see. Be romantic, be spontaneous and enjoy a cultural blend of all the american cultures at one place." She said with a warm gaze to the pair. Carol perked up at the mention of New York, "Billy...? If we go, I really want to see the Botanical Garden and the Times Square." Jen suppressed a snicker at the very southern pronunciation of Bo-Taaan-nic-CAL Garden, as Carol spoke. "Think of all the business you could get, Bill?! Probably have better customers than gang bangers. skin heads and drunk sluts." Billy nodded and stroked his chin, "We've saved up a good amount of money. Alright, we will do it, let me get Rob to take over the shop while I'm gone and we will make it a plan." He said while looking back to the therapist, "You know, I wasn't too sure when they told me that I was going to be saddled with a new doctor but... You are good people, Doc." Jen smiled widely, "It's what I'm here for, now a little side note before I let you both go. I would like you to keep communication open between one another, you both care deeply about each other but your goals are different only in the slightest ways. I believe that you both could be happy with a little compromise and planning to mesh your desires. So make sure to work on that." The older african american woman adjusted her glasses causing the light to shine on it in a way that unnerved her patients. "Hope you see you in better spirits next time we meet." Three weeks later, Michelangelo Hotel, New York, 11:30PM. "Oh my goodness!" Carol said as her lover crawled into the large and plush bed they got for the convention. "This trip has been so much fun, I feel like the belle of the ball." She grinned at her lover and gave him a kiss on the lips. "Thank you for this." She said passionately while her hoof rested on his chest and her head was inches from his face. "Anything for you, baby." Billy said as his fingers gently stroke her slightly coarse hair around her head and ears. "Hell, We made close to four thousand in profit just off the first day, my hand is a little sore but I'm happy. How did you enjoy the Botanical Gardens?" Carol snuggled closer to her lover before answering, "I loved it, you were a perfect gentlemen even when your allergies started to go crazy. It was a great time, we ate together, we got a few weird looks and you even got to show off your tattoos to a few people. That hairless cat even took your card." She chuckled thinking of the bald cat at the gardens, "So while we were out I made a little phone call and -" Two loud thuds cause the door frame to rock, both of the Clemons jumped from the sudden sound, "Excuse Me." A soft voice called through the door as Caroline face broke out in a piggish grin, she nuzzled her lover to open the door. "I'm coming, I'm coming" Billy grunted before crawling out of bed toward the door, he was shirtless and tired as he opened the door. The older man eyes widened as he looked at a blond chestnut miniature shetland pony looks up at him with a smile. "Are you Mr. Clemons?" She asked in a soft voice that had traces of a new york accent, Her large eyes gazed at the man before she flicked her tail over her flanks "You look like the picture I got.." She looked well groomed and hand a bow tied gently on her ear, she doesn't ask for an invite but just steps into the room with an exaggerated sway of her hips. "Um... Who are you?" Bill asked looking over the horse while looking back to his wife who just smiled from the bed. "I'll explain when you remove the ribbon." She giggled and leaned her ear to the human with a grim on her face. She watched as he quickly undid the ribbon, "Billy Clemons, Happy anniversary! I'm Isabella and for the rest of the night I'm yours!" The small shetland spoke while giving a happy canter that caused more exaggerated movements of her shapely blonde. "Um...Um..." Billy wasn't the most talkative individual but this left him at a lost for words, he looked at the horse that barely came up to his stomach. He looked at Carol who just grinned, he glanced back at the horse who grinned just as happily. "Well stud, I thought you should get a chance with a girl that does the one thing I don't like." She winked and slowly climbed out of the bed to get a better vantage point, "I thought we should end this night on a fun note." Carol spoke with a coy look to the human, "After all, I know you like anal and nothing has a asshole like a horse." "Ooooh. So that why you picked me.." She said before turning around, her tail raised revealing both her tight asshole which had a tight ring of muscle that looked like a donut and her twitching pussy that twitched with a loud wet sound revealing her heat. "Well...?" She prompted the pair with a sultry gaze. "Hmmm." Billy scratched his chin, this wasn't the first time that he had a threesome but this was the first time with another animal or another female. He trailed his hands over Isabella's back feeling her soft fur, it was a stark contrast to the coarse hair on his wife. Isabella shivered feeling the course hands over her, she glanced at him seeing the smile on his face. She gave a deep breath, her heat in full effect and she wanted her customer to get on with it. She could feel his hands tracing around her puckered hole slowly and sensually, she gave a soft whinny but kept her body still. Carol smirked watching her husband but his foreplay could use a little motivation. She smiled as he kept looking over his shoulder to make sure that she wasn't getting upset, Carol had a strict policy of not allowing other females into their bedroom. If she didn't do anything poor Billy would just be rubbing on the expensive escort like a stuffed toy. The large sow moved behind to the side of Isabella and started to gently nibble on her side like she has seen plenty of stallions do back home, Carol effort were reward with a loud whinny and the wet sounds of Isabella winking even harder. Billy watch his wife with his fingers paused and his pants tented with need. "Ok!" He said to himself, his nervousness starting to fade as he quickly undressed himself. His tattooed body was older but well toned, his dick twitched as he went through their travel bag and pulled out some lubricant. He quickly lathered his cock in the cool and slippery liquid before pressing his hands against Isabella's flank."Are you ready?" "Am I ready?" Isabella chuckled, "I've been ready since I walked in. Not sure if you have been with other mares but we are sturdy so feel free to go wild." She said while her voice dripped with lusty intentions. She shivered from the nibbling of the sow, she felt his grip tight on her flanks at his tip rested on her puckered hole. Billy decided to test the equine words as he thrust his hips forward, he grunted as he felt the warm soft pressure of her outer ring grip his cock. Isabella lets out a loud neigh and push her body back against his as he slammed into her hard, she clenched down her asshole to milk the roughly trusting human. "That's it!" Isabella moaned feeling the rapid strikes of the humans hips against rump, she felt one of Billy's hands slowly start to trail from her hips and slide roughly into her vagina. She pushed back against the assault, she neighed once again as she felt the Ms. Clemons still nibbling on her neck with a harder bites than before. "Oh I think she likes it. You a good little slut aren't you." Caroline said while biting the mare. "I'm a good little butt slut." Isabella responded with a moan, her body quivered she could feel herself reaching her peak. "Fuck me like a good butt slut. Push your hand deeper, make me feel it." She neighed out loudly as she pressed back some more nearly pinning Billy to the wall. Billy grunted, using his free hand to place a hard slap on her soft but muscular rump, his other hand started to slid in and out of her velvety folds roughly. Isabella pussy winked and contracted around the invading hand, she panted enjoying the stimulation and the bitting Carol. "Oooh. I'm so close stud, bite me on the neck! Hard as you can!" Isabella screamed loudly while Billy leaned over putting his weight on the small horse and biting her on the back of her neck. Isabella felt a rush of pleasure as her orgasm his her like a bullet train , her legs parted and a thick stream of liquid drooled out of her leg. Her orgasm was long and slow, Billy smiled as his arm was coated, the feeling of warm sticky fluid of her orgasm over his hand caused Billy to smirk from the head rush. "I'm close..." Billy grunted and started slamming his hips even harder in effort to make his mark on the horse, He grunted even harder as his testicles tighten and he could feel load after load empty into the horses ass. He delivered two more well placed slaps to her ass which caused her pussy to wink a few more times in response. "Looks like you had fun, baby." Carol said with a smile, her nose twitching at the smile of sex and sweat. "Well we have her for the night, so I hope to see you ready for round to and three." She chuckled. "Oh yes. I'm in heat so I'm ready to go when you are." Isabella said, "I've got so many more holes to play with after all." She took a few step forward, feeling Billy cock and hand slip out with a wet pop. Three day's later, Doctor Jens office laptop, 5:30pm Doctor Jen just finished talking to her last patient after a series of very exhausting confessions and recommendations she started to go through her emails and looked noticed one of the emails was from the Clemons. She opened it and started to read: Hello Doc, This is Caroline but I'm having Billy write you from the tattoo parlor. Ever since I took your advice we've been getting amazing business. I'm very grateful that we went out there and I took a few steps to spice up our sex life, not to get to graphic but my butt hurts.....alot (I really didn't want to write that -Billy) I'm feeling like a new sow since billy has been taking me on dates around town. I didn't know the city had so many things to do, my Billy has a real nose for art. (I've been doing tattoos for nearly 20 years and tattoos are art... -Billy). I just wanted to say thank you and that we are following everything you said. -With Love, The Clemons Jen chuckled and noticed that there was a digital coupon for a half off tattoo. Mr and Ms.Clemons I'm so glad to hear that, I hope that it continues to work out for the both of you. While I am also grateful for the coupon, I'm scared of needles and don't think I would go under one willingly but I do have friends that enjoy getting tattoos, I'll direct them to you. Now what I hope to see is that same positive energy when I see you both the following tuesday. We will go over a few couples exercises. See you next Monday, Dr. Jen Lewis. Saint Francis Human and Animal Psychology Center The Doctor closed her laptop and looked at her chocolate skin, "Would a tattoo really show up that well on my skin." She mused before gathering her things and heading out for the night. --------------------------- Saint Francis File 3 : Robert and Jade Young #3 of Saint Francis Stories A new patient arrives at Saint Francis Dr. Jennifer "Jen" Lewis smiled feeling the warm early summer sands on her feet, her eyes scanned over the beach with a smile. A large rottweiler with glasses strolled by with a grin on its face and a blue scarf around its neck. The blue scarf was a public sign that these animals were "uplifted" or having intelligence equal to humans, the name is a play off of a popular book series that Jen never got around to reading. She gave a deep breath of the salty Californian air as she finally got a chance to relax after listening to a speech on the right's of animals in a rapidly changing society. She placed an umbrella, towel and cooler down, she positioned the umbrella to block out the harsh sun with a large smiled on her face. "My skin is brown enough without getting burned to a crisp." She said to herself as she got comfortable on the towel. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the relaxing on the beach. Hours passed peacefully before she felt a cold nose touch her face. "Hello, would you mind if I share the shade with you?" A deep baritone voice rumbled out to her. She opened her eyes to see a large German Shepherd Dog looking at her with deep soulful brown eyes. He gave a canine smile as he sat down near her. He was very appealing to the doctor, his chest heaved rapidly and sand coated his body nearly every inch, he smiled at Jen as he awaited her answer. "Feel free, There is enough shade for both of us. Do you live around here?" She asked with her eyes gazing over shaggy dog. "I'm just visiting and didn't want to go back home without enjoying the beach." She smiled to herself feeling the heat, watching as a muscular humans walked by with several blue scarfed canines following them like excited teenagers. "I'm Jen, what's your name?" "Call me Duke. It was the name I was given before the whole super smart dog thing." Duke sniffed her with a smile, "Oh I can smell paper on you, stuffy suits, and leather chairs. If I had to guess... I would say that you are an accountant." He smirked at her while laying down near her. "What a good nose you have on you, Duke, but you are a little off with your guess I'm a therapist." Jen chuckled and reached a hand over to the canine, "Do you mind if I pet you?" She asked while hovering her hand over his head. "You humans are really silly when it comes to touch, when I wasn't so smart humans would just walk up and pet me. My friend didn't care and I still don't. It feels good, you aren't hurting me and it feels good." Duke smiled to the female as her hand brushed through his fur, he felt her brush the sand off of his fur and the bridge of his nose. He relaxed visibly leaning into the human's hand, he panted trying to cool himself down. Jen looked over his muzzle and grinned at him, "I notice that you aren't with a human of your own, why is that?" She chuckled looking at his large ears and masculine looking muzzle, "I've seen only a few german shepherds that speak without being on the police force." She noticed that their was a doberman with a blue scarf running away with a pair of trunks in her mouth while being followed by a shouting naked human. Jen chuckled while Duke sniffed the air from the passing pair with a snort. "It's funny, that doberman is in heat and excited by the male but we have to play games like people to get your attention." Duke commented, "You're a head shrink so tell me why is it that humans are so weird about pleasuring themselves. Even with each other your kind seems to play the longest and most boring mating game I've ever seen." He said as he watched the doberman stop and give the human back his trunks. "We aren't like you, we can't just lift up our nose and smell what our partner wants. We have to weed out our interest and we are competitive, women want to find the best man and will try to do better than their peers." She smirked while watching the soft rolling waves. "I used to date, it was a emotional roller coaster. I never felt like the guy was good enough, it didn't matter what he did. He bought me a diamond ring, it wasn't big enough. If he took me out to a nice four star restaurant, it was not good enough because it wasn't a five star." She looks a little ashamed, "I was a terribly greedy and possessive woman, if these guys even glanced at another girl I would blow up on them." Duke nodded, "Sounds like you were a pain to be around, chasing something you didn't have even when you had something good right there." He wagged his tail watching several Horses with blue scarfs running around in the water. "You seem nicer now, what changed?" He asked with a curious tilt of his head. "Well I had two really lovely dogs come into my care, they weren't uplifted at all." Jen smiled thinking about the fond memories, "I had to learn about taking someone else for once in my life. I had to tend to them instead of being catered by someone else. It really was an eye opening experience, I felt for the first time in my life that I had a calling more than just my self-centered natured." She looked at the german shepherd with an almost distant gaze. "I found that I liked it but I might have taken it a little far, I wanted to take care of them in deeper and more intimate ways.They were not neutered because I didn't see a point but watching Chestnut chased away from a female in favor of another more ferocious dog... made me want to take care of his sexual needs as well." Jen blushed as a warm breeze swept over the pair. "So this Chestnut got lucky even when he lost, sounds like you were a good pack mate. I would have loved to be in his fur when he got so much fortune." A longing gaze colored his expression as he sniffed the woman once again trying to see if she was receptive. "So how did you get into being a shrink?" He smiled looking at the gently lapping waves as the sun slowly touched it's surface. The picturesque setting was almost coming to a close as she took a few bottles Seagram's Escapes from her bag. "Want one?" She asked opening up a bottle for herself, "I know they aren't very healthy for you but a single drink never killed anyone." She smiled opening up the drink and setting it in the sand near Duke, she opened her own bottle and took a sip. Duke relaxed his ears and gave a mock whine, "Trying to get me drunk and vulnerable, what is a poor dog to do?" Duke teased even raising a paw weakly. "But I want to drink... But I might wake up in a warm bed with a beautiful human. Is that really a bad thing?" He joked while taking the bottle into his maw before leaning back, his throat moved rhythmically drinking down as much as he could. "Wow... That hits kinda hard." Duke commented with a burp at the end of his statement. "Not at all, Duke. This is very light for humans but for a dog, it probably feels like vodka does for us." Jen chuckled running her hand over his ears. "Now what am I to do with my poor intoxicated canine?" She rubbed some of the sand off of the canine face with a grin. "We could go back to your place and have a wild sexual experience?" He asked while leaning into her hand. "Then we can see if I live up to human expectations." He grinned while looking at her with loving hopeful eyes. "I think not... I'm a not ready for a stud like you yet... If I ever get over my past lovers, you'll be the first I will call." She leaned over and kissed him on the nose. "But there are plenty of human out here and I think-" She watched as a crowd with signs started to fill the beach. A overweight caucasian woman walked on the beach with a megaphone and sign, "Jesus Christ said be fruitful!" She screamed into the megaphone while glaring at the people and animals present. "He did not say to fuck our pets!" She screamed as other people started to gather around her with signs. "Who the fuck are you calling a pet?!" A harbor seal yelled from the beach. "I've never been owned a day in my life." The seal continued while a few other animals started to group up around him shouting at the protesters. "Doesn't matter! God gave humans dominion over this world, not for it to be ruled by a bunch of talking Disney animals!" She yelled back through the microphone causing the more sensitive animals to wince in pain. "Leviticus twenty fifteen and sixteen states If there is a man who lies with an animal, he shall surely be put to death; you shall also kill the animal. If there is a woman who approaches any animal to mate with it, you shall kill the woman and the animal; they shall surely be put to death!" She screamed even louder at the gathered crowd, some of the animals were started to get agitated. "Hey!" A large polar bear walked up to the crowed with a fanny-pack, a panama hat on his head and, "There is no need for all of this yelling." The intimidating look bear smiled towering over all of the humans gathered. "I mean if you want me to act like an animal, I could maul you but I'm a pacifist and a Christian myself." He reached into his bag with a smile, pulling out a bible of his own. "If you good Christians would turn to the book of Matthew chapter six, verse one which states : Beware of practicing your righteousness before other people in order to be seen by them, for then you will have no reward from your Father who is in heaven." The bear shut his book after reading with a smile. "That is using the lords words against his people, you will be condemned to hell!" The woman screamed at the bear. "Do not listen to this.... this... agent of Satan." She held up a sign to the bear face with a smug sense of satisfaction as the others around her started to shout back at the bear. "Go back to the woods!" "Shut up!" "Don't quote our book!" "Only humans can be Christians." The bear sighed and closed his bible, "I tried to do this the peaceful way... May you truly find the way to heaven. Your path is one of aggressiveness and close-mindedness, It's sad really you make your species look like hate mongers with your speech. The ability to speak and think at such a powerful level is a blessing, without this I would be dangerous to you. I would not know the lords light nor would I be able to understand the feelings of community, the taste of a ice cream cone or anything many humans take for granted." The bear put his bible back into fanny pack, "I like being this way and I'm sure the others do as well, I don't understand why with all your movies and cartoon with talking animals that you would be so opposed to us?" He started to walk back to the road where a female grizzly bear waved him down. "You know I've seen this enough that talking to them doesn't work. I've had my job attacked by people like this." Jen leaned over and spoke to Duke while watching the crowd attempt to shy the animals off the beach with their picketing. Duke looked to the side and grinned, "Oh man the police! Sorry beautiful but I'm here without a scarf so I'm going to run. Hope that the next time you visit, your in the mood for a little more than a casual chat." The german shepherd started to walk away from the approaching police. Jen smiled watching the fuzzy tail bounce along with his gait. "I just might..." She smirked to herself as she started to gather her things and depart the scene as the police started to gather. She smiled as she watched the woman getting escorted off the beach by the police as the animals cheered. Doctor Lewis Office, Monday, 3:00pm Doctor Lewis sat down in her office taking in the familiar setting, she smiled looking at her mushroom paperweight, she smiled smelling the familiar scent of the pine cleaner the janitors used to clean the carpet. She felt her heavy mahogany desk which sat her pictures of her former lovers in a lovely wooden frame. A buzz alerted her back to her task at hand as the receptionist called to her, "Doctor Lewis, Your next patients have just arrived, shall I send them in?" The soft voice asked over the intercom. "Yes Laura, thank you." Jen said with a sigh, while she loved her job, her thoughts were on the beach and the opportunity she missed with the charismatic canine. The door open as the receptionist stepped in, Laura was dressed in a very tight fitting dressed that was barely passable as business causal. The short and curvy reception opened the door with a soft smile before allowing a female german shepherd to step in followed by a sharply dressed African American male wearing a pair of Ray-Ban reading glasses. "Hello Mr. and Ms. Young. I am Doctor Jen Lewis. I will be your doctor and companion through your relationship up and downs. Here at Saint Francis we take pride in being one of the first psychology centers to openly admit human and animal couples." Dr. Lewis reached out to shake the hand of the human, before bending over and shaking the paw of the german shepherd. The couple sat down in the soft leather chairs provided for them, each of them looked at the doctor with a tense silence. The Robert Young awkwardly cleared his throat before looking to his wife, she looked at him with her ears turned back nervously. "What brings the both of you into my office this afternoon?" She asked hoping to break the growing tension in the room. She watched as the female glance to the ebony man with almost pleading eyes, Jen noted that he gave the most subtle of nods before speaking. "Well. We've been together for three years, we met when I caught her just skin and bones laying on the one of my walks through the woods. Jade was put there by some sick bastards that thought it would be funny to chain a poor puppy to a tree with a open bag of food sitting just outside of her reach. She was bleeding from a stick that had been lodged inside of her, those monsters should just drop dead and do the world a favor." Robert practically growled the last of his words as his hands tightened into fist, his eyes held a vicious gleam that promised a world of pain to the culprits. "When I got her it was very touch and go. She wasn't uplifted yet and she was terrified of humans, I wasn't going to give up on her regardless. We've had a few moments were I felt like nothing I was doing was helping her, she would often have nightmares and couldn't be left alone without literally screaming herself hoarse." Dr. Lewis nodded while waiting on the man to continued his glasses reflecting off the light hiding his eyes but his body language was one of barely contained rage. His hand were balled into fist, his every word was followed by a scowl, his shoulder were tense around his fitted suit. Her eyes traveled to Jade Young, her posture was stiff but with each word Robert spoke the canine relaxed a little more. "Things got a little weird for me during our second year together. The uplifting craze got out of hand, there was one group going around trying to harm uplifted animals and some regular ones then there was the other side going around slipping the virus into every avenue they could manage. My Jade got her taste of the virus at a dog part when some loon started feeding the dogs treats. I didn't notice a change till I left for work one day and she figured out how to unlock the door, open the fence, follow the smell of my car to my job and sit outside of my place of work trying to say my name properly." He sighed and looked at the german shepherd with a small smile on his lips. "I see." The doctor nodded with a serious expression on her face, "It is a very upsetting experience for people and animals to face an uplifting when they don't expect it. Many of those uplifting groups have done much to hurt those they wanted to help." She then cleared her throat, "Please continue." She motioned with her hands for him to continue. "Well.. This brings us to our problem..." He looked at Jade with a questioning expression on his face, she gave another subtle nod before continuing. "Well We've been close for a while but there is a big barrier in our relationship." He adjusted his glasses nervously before continuing. "We don't have any physical intimacy in our relationship. I can touch her, pet her, kiss her and cuddle her but anything outside of that..." He pulled back the cuff on his expensive suit revealing a massive scar on his arm. "I got this once when I trailed down to far on her belly and touched her...um... her vagina, she became a different canine. Her teeth lashed out so fast that I don't even think she recognized me for a moment." Robert finished with a worried glance to his wife. "I haven't tried for her sexually since that day nearly a year ago but I'm a man with needs." His face was a mixture of hopelessness and frustration. "I would like to speak." Jade said with a soft voice barely about a whisper. She looked nervously at the doctor who returned her nervousness with serene smile. "This is a safe place, Ms. Young. You are allowed to speak and express yourself freely. Please continue." The doctor said with a friendly nod to Jade. "I'm afraid. I love Rob, he has always been good to me. Even when I wasn't as smart, he was and still is very patient, loving and caring." Jade blushed and her ears perked up a bit. "I love him but when he touches I can't help but feel like I'm going to be hurt. I know it's crazy but I can't explain it, it feels like like I'm going to be back in a bad place." Jade gently rubbed her paws on the chair feeling nervous while continuing to speak. "Rob has never done anything bad to me, I really do care about him but I feel terrible when I think about how much I'm taking away from him. I'm damaged goods, I can't... " She gave a long whine and continued to look down, Jen recognized this as canine crying. "It's ok, Ms. Young. May I call you Jade?" Dr. Lewis said watching the panicked expression, on her face as she nodded. "No one will hurt you here. Please continue when you are ready." She said as the whining slowly started to subside. Jade slowly composed herself while the worried humans looked on, even with her large size and intimidating frame she was still vulnerable. "I don't want to be that bitch, I'm speaking of canine bitch not the insult." She clarified to the pair while keeping her tail tucked between her legs. "I went to a park, I enjoy it very much but this last time. I felt so down walking through the park, I could smell on both the uplifted and grounded animals that they were having sex, their mates lust smell as strong as perfume.... and yet... Here I am unable to give my lover even the lowest level of affection. I've tired to get him to leave me or take another lover but he keeps me around." She growled to herself. "Why would a take another lover? I love you, Jade. I married you because you've always been there for me. you've always talk to me when I was down, cheered me on when I had a rough day at the job. As cliche as it sounds, I don't want anyone else but you. I understand that you've been through a lot, I'm not trying to force you into anything that you don't want to do." Robert's face was compassionate yet focused. "I do look at porn but few men don't. It doesn't mean that I want those women, dogs or anyone else. I just don't have any other outlet." The fluffy canine blushed as she heard Robert's words, she slowly turned to the therapist, "Doctor Lewis.. I want to be able to make love to my husband. I'm tired of having my friends come over and ask why I never smell like him, even worse is one of my friends is currently living with us till her place is renovated. She is a young lioness, that always teases me about how strong Robert smells when he is around me." Jade snarled out the last few words with bit of annoyance as she attempted to control herself. "I know what I want to do, what I should do but I'm so scared and angry when he touches me. I keep thinking back to being on that chain and feeling them jabbing me over and over, I don't want my husband to suffer for something he didn't do, in fact I feel like I should do more because he has always been so supportive so I'm asking you, Dr. Lewis, please help me.." The female canine's brown eyes locked on her therapist. "I'm glad you've both been so open on our first day, it is very refreshing to see a couple who are united even during such a traumatic event. I will do my best to help both of you. Now the first thing we have to approach is your trigger, since you mentioned that you have no problem with being touched on body with a platonic touch, we have to take the fear one step at a time." Dr. Lewis watched at both sets of eyes were locked on her with rapt attention. "I'm going to ask you a few uncomfortable questions but they will help me better assist you, if they get too uncomfortable you are open to say so, we will progress from that point." Jade nodded to the doctor. The therapist pulled out a small sheet of paper with the questions listed on the top sheet. "Do you have a problem with non-uplifted canines sniffing you in greeting?" She watched as the canine shook her head in response. "Do you have a problem with bathing with your significant other?" Dr. Lewis noticed that her ears leaned back. "Not really, It feels different in some way. I've never lost it even when he is picking burrs out of my tail." Jade wagged her tail lazily against the leather of chair. "I see." Doctor Lewis wrote down a few more notes, her brow furrowed before asking her next question. "Would you be interested in group therapy, home based couples therapy, or a one on one sessions with our abuse specialist?" Jade turned to her lover for reassurance, his face warm yet worried as he gazed at her with concerned love in his brown eyes. "I want to try the home based couples therapy." She said with a small canine smile, "If we have trouble with it I will try the group therapy but for now I want my husband to be with me every step of the way." She said with a loving gaze to her partner. Dr. Lewis smiled at the pair, "I'm going to give you a few worksheets that will detail a step plan to help with your relationship. I will say that both of you are very fortunate to have each other, I see many people come into my office fighting and yet the both of you come in here. I can feel the drive from each of you to overcome this problem and I feel that it will be vital to keep up the strong lines of communication. I'm going to be honest this is a very difficult subject for people to approach, keep communication open and honest it will be very important to your success or failure." Her eyes glanced at the clock that was on the wall behind the pair. "It seems that our time has come to a close, I hope to see you next monday at three to see how you've progressed with the first week." The tension in the air seemed to clear as Doctor Lewis walked over to shake Robert's hand before leaning down to take the paw of Jade in a similar shake. Dr. Lewis watched as the pair left noting that the canine's tail was wagging slightly and that the human males posture was more relaxed than when he entered. Robert and Jade's Residence, Monday 11:30pm. Robert opened the door to his home as they stepped through the doorway they looked around a well furnished living room. A coffee table was in the center of the room with a large leather sofa, paintings adorned the walls, above the gas fire place was a large framed photo of Robert and Jade at their wedding. A sound like a rumble caught their ears, "God dammit Stafford, I swear if you throw another pass that shitty, I'll go to detroit and maul you myself. I could have made that pass myself and I don't even have hands!" A loud thump caused the couple to flinch as a familiar golden brown feline stopped out of her room into the living room dressed in a lions jersey on her upper torso, Bikira the lioness looked at the couple and her tail flicked irritably. "Hey how did it go? Oh and before I forget, I drank the last pop and left some money for you to get more." The former detroit zoo resident looked at the couple before walking up to them and rubbing her head on Jade. "Maybe I'm being hopeful but I'm guessing it became a massive sex triathlon and the reason that your back is because you needed more water and lube." Bikira joked before rubbing her head against Robert's leg. "I cannot fathom for the life of me how someone like you became a CPA, You have the tact of a Mach truck barreling through a fine china shop." Jade grumbled before giving the lioness a playful bite on the ear. "Oh. My dear Jade, it easy. I like money and I'm three hundred pounds of death. If I yawn in a meeting nearly everyone pays attention to my pearly white and just agrees with me. Nobody wants to embezzle resources when the CPA team is a lioness, a jaguar and scariest of all... A soulless-corporate monster of a human." Bikira snickered and looked up at Robert. "Present company included." Robert chuckled looking down at Bikira, "As one soulless corporate drone to another, At least I know how to pick a winning team." He looked at the Television through the open guestroom door and smiled, "Looks like Stafford threw an interception." He flinched as the lioness turned around sharply to leap over the coffee table and back into the room, she slammed the door behind her before a long stream of vulgar curses exited her mouth. "I think we should depart to our own room." Robert smirked listening to the frustrated lioness roars, The pair quickly walked into their bedroom, Robert sighed happily looking around the room, the large california king bed looked like the gates of heaven. He slowly removed his tie and suit jacket, he felt a bit lighter after dealing with the therapist. Jade leaned into Robert's leg affectionately, "I'm glad you came along to see the doctor, " Jade spoke as her tail wagged lazily, the german shepherd gracefully hopped on the bed and looked at her lover. "So.... You want to try some of the homework we have?" The german shepherd asked with a bit of nervousness in her voice, her gaze met his in a silent plea for approval. "Long as you are game to start then I am too, Hun." Robert pulled out the first worksheet from the pocket of his dress pants. "Hmm." He glanced over the steps listed in the week one sheet, "So I see one of the steps is to get you comfortable with touching.as well as being touched." He tilted his head looking up from the worksheet to his lover. Jade noticed a mischievous grin on her lovers face and returned the smile, "See something you like?" She said with a coy smile on her canine features. She rolled on her back feeling nervous but excited to begin. "Always but this work requires you to get off that lovely rump." Robert tossed the paper on the oak dresser after fully undressing. "I know how you feel about being touched so we are going to start on the other end of the puzzle." He sat on the bed, "Instead of making the first move it's your turn to do it." Robert had a swimmers build that held smooth definition of his tall frame. "They say one of the method is to allow the other person to get comfortable with touch at their own pace. So Jade, I'm here touch me.... how every you like." Robert said with a silly smile on his face, Jade snickered at his antics. "I don't know... your awfully scary and tall. I might get hurt." Jade joked back but her tail was tucked between her legs. She never had a problem in touching Robert in a platonic way so she started first by sniffing his face, her cold nose poked and prodded at his face. She could smell his favorite blend of coffee, the faded scent of cologne on his body, she leaned out her tongue and licked. Her eyes scanned for his hand which were firmly planted in the mattress to each side of his thighs. The german shepherd became emboldened by the security he was offering and continued to lick his face, she watched his expression change from silly to content with a little smirk on his face. "A-Alright." Jade spoke with a little bit of nervousness, her mind raced a bit on what to do next. She had already reached a the furthest point she had ever taken with the human. "Um...Rob, c-could you pet me. It would help... just keep it to the head and ears while I try to continue." Jade asked as she felt his soft hands touched the brown fur on her head, the strong smell of the cocoa butter lotion made her feel far less tense as she started licking his neck. She could smell the hints of arousal coming off of Robert in soft waves. "That feels nice." The brown skinned human commented as he reached up to remove his glasses and place them on the dresser near the bed. Jade blushed to herself, the inside of her ears becoming a slightly darker hue of pink and she continued to lick at Robert's neck. Her mind drifted to the porn he watched, a particular video stood out in her mind as she tried to emulate the licking from the video. Her muzzle pressed to his neck as she opened her maw and her tongue danced along his neck leaving long thick trails of saliva. The canine started to give his collar the same attention as she lower her focus to his chest, she payed special attention to her lovers nipples as her licking continued with an excited zeal. Jade paused for a moment looking at the wet nipple in her vision and leaned to give a quick nip, she back away shyly when she heard Robert gasp from the sudden sensation. "Oh! I'm so sorry... did that hurt?" Her eyes met Robert's, he was smiling back at her. "I didn't say stop." Robert wink at her, his body was oozing the thick scent of arousal, his chest throbbed but more than anything he wanted to take his lover right then and there but he was determined to keep calm for her. His cock was ready to go from the attention and throbbing in his lap. Jade looked at the cock with fear, she couldn't explain it to herself, maybe it was the shape, thickness or just its resemblance to the pain she remembered as a puppy but it scared her. She gave a low whine and her gaze fixated on his cock. Conflicting emotions welled up inside of the german shepherd, all the while she tore her gaze from the cock long enough to look into Roberts eyes, "I'm scared. I know you want this, I wanted this but I'm scared." Robert placed his hand behind her head and slowly rubbed her ears, "It's ok, I'm so proud of you right now, do you realize how far you've come?" His sharp brown eyes met her soft brown gaze with happiness in them. "S-Stand up... I want to see how far I can go. P-put it in front of me." She gave a low growl, "If those bitches in your movies can do it... I know I can. I can... " She growled a little more feeling upset and scared. "You don't need to push yourself." Robert said with a bit of nervousness in his voice, the scar on his arm twitched slightly as he thought about the last time she attacked him. "This whole exercise is about you going at your own pace." The black man kept his hands to his side as the german shepherd furrowed her brow in thought. Jade's growl slowly lowered till she was just simply sighing as stared at a throbbing penis, she lowered her head to his lap. Jade leaned before taking a soft sniff of the large organ, she could smell his sweat and need coming from the member. "Rob, lay on your back, please." She asked while looking up at him with her soft brown eyes, she watched as he slowly crawled on the bed and leaning back while placing his hands over his chest. Jade gave a soft sigh while looking at her lover's penis, it loomed from his waist like a monument. She leaned in and gave the penis a curious lick, she tensed for a moment as her mind braced her for something horrible. She waited for a few seconds before giving the penis another lick closer to the base, she could taste some of the saltiness from his sweat. Jade licked her muzzle once again before blushing, "Rob... You taste salty." "Well I haven't jumped in the shower yet but-" Robert started before he was cut off. "No no.. I kinda...well... like it. It's like a sausage, my black sausage." She grinned as she felt much of her fear start to slowly slip away. She placed her nose against the tip of his penis, she sniffed his shaft pulling forth the scent of her own saliva and his aroused shaft. She felt complete inside, this was her time to make him happy, not a porn movie, not a picture of humans and animal having sex but Jade Young herself causing her husband pleasure. Jade's tongue flick out anxiously, she started to take slow licks at the base of his shaft, her tongue burying itself against his cushiony hairs and the base of his warm flesh. Robert sighed softly feeling the attention of his wife on his sensitive parts, inwardly he struggled not to reach out and rub his hands through her soft fur, "That feels amazing, Jade, don't stop..." The german shepherd gave a slight nod before he felt her tongue move up to the top of his penis, Robert shivered as he felt the waves of pleasure from the slow, sensual licking that he received made him clench his hands to avoid reaching out to her. Jade licking became more fervent as she started to get a rush from the excitement that she felt, her long tongue danced gracefully over his tip as her ears picked up moan after moan from her lover. She didn't have the practiced ease of a more experienced canine but that didn't stop her from giving all she had to try to please Robert, each throb was a another note on the song of pleasure she was conducting. "Jade, I'm getting close..." Robert whispered nervously, he feared breaking the moment that he had been waiting for his whole marriage. The only response from Jade was a lick to the base that slowly trailed up his shaft and ending at his tip. Robert couldn't hold himself in any more, a thick stream of his semen gushed out before landing on Jade's muzzle. "How was-" Jade started before another large stream land on her noise and slowly trailed off the side before landing on the bed with a drip. Jade blushed as she looked at her mate, Robert was gasping softly as his hands clenched and opened repeated. She loved this man and she felt so proud at being able to give him some of the pleasure he waited so patiently for. "It was great would you like me to return the favor?" Robert asked eagerly but his expression fell as Jade shook her head. "It was fun but I still don't know if I'm comfortable with you touching me there...yet. While I was licking I couldn't him but feel a little bit of fear, I don't mind doing this again but can... can we keep the touching to my head for now?" She asked feeling a little bad for getting him riled up but unable to go through with it, her tail curled a bit Robert nodded before sitting up, his hand slowly reached around to rub behind her ears as he leaned to the clean side of her muzzle to place a soft kiss on her. "I'm really proud of you, Jade. In one day you've come further than ever." He said. "Wanna take a shower and get that off of you?" He asked looking at his seed cooling on her face. Jade smiled, "Not at all, I want to stick it to Bikira and let her get a good whiff tomorrow." Her long tongue licked what she could off of the sides of her muzzle with a grin, there was still a stripe going across her muzzle. She leaned into his hands feeling the comforting touch as she wagged her tail, Jade may have not been in heat but the experience left her feeling a twinge in her loins. She grabbed her pillow in her mouth and dragged it over to her lover before resting her head on it, the german shepherd had a smug smile of success on her face while she slowly closed her eyes. Robert's hand slowly scratched her head until he feel asleep with his hand resting on top of her head. During the night Robert heard the soft noises of whining coming from jade, her tail was curled under her body and she was wincing as if in pain. Robert knew he shouldn't wake her up but it hurt his heart to see his wife in such inner turmoil. "I love you, Jade." He whisper his hands still on her head and gently stroking before she finally calmed down into a more relaxed sleep. Doctor Lewis Office, Tuesday, 8:00pm Jen finished with her final appointment of the day and started to check her emails as the evening finally winded down at Saint Francis Human and Animal Psychology Center. Her eyes skimmed the various emails of her appointment till an email caught her eye from one her patients. Doctor Lewis, (Ph.D) This is Robert Young emailing you as part of the optional correspondence that your center offers. I wanted to thank you for the help that you've given us, it has been amazing progress on the same night. We have been able to engage in touching which progressed to light intimacy. I've heard much about your place from others with the same disposition as myself. I would have to agree with them and I would like to ask you something that I feel more comfortable discussing over email than bringing up in person. Jade didn't mention this on our last visit but I feel that it would help to have full disclosure of all of our issues. Jade suffers from nightmares of that event, she often wakes up shivering and whimpering. Last night was on of those nights but she seems to just mumble in her sleep, my name was repeated a few times before she dozed off into a more restful slumber. I would be foolish to believe this doesn't have anything to do with your project you have us working on. I hope to address this the following Monday. Once again I wanted to thank you, I would like to keep the detail of this email between us until monday. Robert Young, (C.P.A) Jen read the email carefully before typing out a response, she couldn't help but feel a small bit of pride at the speedy progress of her patience. The soft sounds of her fingers dancing across the keyboard echoed in the empty room as she typed her reply. Mr. Young I'm glad that you have both started on the worksheet and have seen results so quickly, I have to give credit where it is due. The connect you both have is one that is very strong, keep that up and follow the work sheet you should slowly but surely see results. As the nightmare are concerned, we will work on them but from my other patients have shown they may go away with time and work or they may never go away. I do however recommend continuing to reassure her that she is safe place and trying to get her to talk about it and vent her emotions. See you next Monday, Dr. Jen Lewis. Saint Francis Human and Animal Psychology Center Jen sent her email off before shutting the laptop, she looked at her calender and noticed that she had an appointment with bear next week. She had never had a patient that was considered dangerous. She sighed and started to pack her bags to head out, her mind thinking about the prospect of her patient next week. "I can handle this, right?" She wondered as she locked up and left. -------------------- Saint Francis File 4: Terry #4 of Saint Francis Stories Dr. Jennifer Lewis has to come face to face with her most imposing client yet... Proofread by the DIVINE dumPaup The Rutting Buck, Sunday 10:30pm. Jennifer "Jen" Lewis sat in the middle of a small bar outside of her usual stomping grounds. The Rutting Buck was a popular bar that had just opened a few months ago. Their whole angle was that they were the first bar in the state to allow both uplifted animals, Humans and grounded domesticated animals to mingle. Jen sat a table with Laura, her receptionist at her workplace. The pair chuckled while speaking softly, the overall mood of the bar was lively while soft jazz music played to keep the sensitive ears of the patrons from suffering to much. "So what about you Laura, see anyone that catches your eye?" Jen asked with a coy grin on her face. There were many humans that dotted the bar, most of them seems to run the gamut from young college students to older businessmen. "What about that man over there?" She pointed to a small chubby male in his mid twenties with a large beard who seem to be engaged in a serious conversation with a male cheetah. Laura looked over her shoulder with a smirk. "I don't know, I mean look at the way he is dressed. His shoes are caked in mud, his gut is showing out the bottom of his jersey and he is a Patriot's fan. Pass." She said while mentally dressing down the man even further in mind. "If I wanted that kind of lowbrow man I would just date the first person that walked up to me. I'll shoot lower when I'm in my late fifties." She chuckled before pointing to a large doberman-labrador mix. "Would you do him?" Laura said before a drunken bout of laughter. Jen turned around and gave the doberman a critical gaze, the doberman turned his focus to Jen and gave her a small wink "I think you might want to lower your voice. Mr. Doberman definitely heard our little game." Jen commented before a sudden realization. "Wait, wasn't this supposed to be about who we would date?" She asked her co-worker with an accusatory tone in her voice. "Well yes but I'm not the one who is so frigid that her panties have to come with a space heater inside. When was the last time you've been on a date?" Laura slurred with her words being just loud enough that a few of the male animals chuckled to themselves. Jen was a little too buzzed to be concerned with her social standing. "I've been on a date, Last year... I think." Jen said while trying to remember the name of the last guy she was dating. "I think his name was Kevin. It was something short but we only had one date." She admitted before drinking another wine cooler. "See, Jen, that is not even remotely normal. You're only thirty-one and you're single. You should be dating. You've even got more options than I do!" She waved her hand over all of the uplifted animals around them. "I mean come on! In my boat, I have to deal with not knowing a bunch of stuff about the guy I'm dealing with. Hell you can pretty much go without a condom on most of these guys and not have to worry about children or S.T.D's." Laura said while nearly shouting, Jen's normally docile receptionist started to sound more like lusty nymph than anything else. Jen adjusted her glasses causing the gleam from the light to hit them at such an angle that they seemed to glow, "Laura, don't you think your getting a little too loud?" Jen reprimanded her friend before things got any worse. "I don't have time to date. I'm handling nearly fifty clients who have my email address so I'm always taking updates nearly every second." Jen took a deep breath before leaning back against her chair as her mind wandered, "I'm just waiting till I'm ready." Laura's eyes narrowed at her friend, "Sure when you're sixty years old and trying to hit on the cute male nurse that's struggling to change your bed pan you're going to regret not taking advantage of it now," Laura chuckled before gathering her thoughts. "I think you should let loose, open your heart to a little fun once in awhile. I'm not saying go out and just act like you have no future, but you should just start dating." She finished while looking at a drunken horse stumble his way past their table. A wicked smile crossed Laura's face as she pointed to a border collie sitting by himself at the bar and drinking water from a large mouth cup designed for animal muzzles. The canine turned toward her and cocked his head to the side as she waved him over, he hopped off the bar stool and quickly padded over to the plump red-haired woman. Laura smirked and looked at him, "Hey stud, I have a question for you..." She said with a smile that would make anyone suspicious of her motives, "My friend here is single and into the wilder side of things. I'm curious would you be interested in her?" She pointed at Jen who just blushed heavily at being the center of attention. The canine walked over to Jen and sniffed curiously a few feet from her face, "She smells good, she is attractive by human standards." He tilted his head once against and gave a large canine smile, "I think she wouldn't have a problem with any male she sought out but it won't be me. I'm... um.. well I was neutered before I was uplifted so I'm kinda stuck on being just a friend to anyone." He said with a smile as Laura reached over to scratch his ears feeling embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't trying to be mean. I just wanted to make her feel better and get her to live a little." Laura said while quickly sobering up from the sudden mood shift as she stroked the collie's back. "I'm really sorry." She said trying to ease the situation. Jen smiled and pulled out her business card before placing it in front of the collie."I work for the Saint Francis Human and Animal Psychology Center. I've dealt with many cases of neutered and spayed animals, I think group therapy would help you to meet others like yourself. It's a good environment with many who have found interesting solutions to cope with having the procedure done without their consent." She said before leaning closer to him. "Thanks for the compliment. I'm Jennifer but you can call me Jen." The border collie smirked at her, his green eyes staring into hers, "My name is Chance. My former owner named me because he always said, 'You take a chance when you get a border collie.'" He chuckled thinking of his old owner, "It's a pleasure to meet you both but I have to go to work in the morning so I'm turning in. I hope to see you both around here again." Chance said before scooping up the laminated card and leaving the pair as they waved him off. "I think we should head off too, we both have work in the morning and you know how bitchy you get when you're trying to work with a hangover." Jen said with a small chuckle as she gathered her things. She noticed that Laura walked up to Chance before chatting with the border collie while giving him a little card with her phone number on it. Jen smiled as Laura returned. They both gathered their things before Laura broke the tension. "I thought he could use a friend more than a therapist." Laura said as they squeezed between a chatting hippo, around several swans discussing politics and wolf flirting with Labrador retriever. As they walked to Laura's red Ford Focus, Laura tossed Jen her keys. "I've had a lot more to drink with you and you drink so slowly you're probably already sober." She chuckled as she sat in the car before leaning her chair back to enjoy the drive. Doctor Lewis' office, Monday 4:00pm. Dr. Jennifer Lewis waited nervously for her new high profile client. She kept adjusting her mushroom paperweight to ease her tension. This was to be her first dangerous animal client that had a history of violent behavior, and one of her first clients that wasn't already in a stable relationship. She slowly took deep breaths to calm herself down as the clocked ticked down to the meeting time. Her intercom crackled loudly causing her to flinch, before Laura's voice came through the device. "Dr. Lewis, Your four o'clock appointment is here." Laura said with an annoyed edge to her voice, obviously she was a little hungover and not fond of being at work. "Send him in, please." Dr. Lewis said trying to cover the nervousness in the voice as she tried to rationalize that this was just another client who sought her help and counseling. She would help him to the best of her ability but most of all she would not annoy this client if she could help it. The door opened with a slow click of the latch, Laura opened the door and stepped inside holding the door to give the client the maximum amount of space to get inside. The client stepped through the door, his head was a gigantic mass of brown fur as he sniffed the room while lumbering inside. He glared at the wood and leather chairs with a snort. "No way, I'm going to be able to sit on that. I'll sit on the floor if it's alright with you, Doc." He quickly pushed the chairs and ottoman away as Laura left them alone. Dr. Lewis noticed that her information wasn't very clear. The paperwork said that the client was a grizzly bear, but that is much smaller than the Alaskan grizzly that lumbered into office. The male stood up to his eight feet of height before planting his rump on her carpeted floor, "Before we begin the boring introductions, I've got to ask you a serious question so we don't get off on the wrong foot. I've been reading up on this process, it's true anything I say here stays here right? So if I told you I killed and ate some humans then you couldn't say anything." The bear looked at her with a neutral expression. Jen returned the neutral gaze and spoke calmly, "I'm not allowed to disclose your personal information unless that information is going to be a matter of public safety. If you told me you were going to murder someone tomorrow, I would be forced to give that information to the police but if you told me that you killed someone in the past and have to no plans of doing it currently. I am legally bound to keep your information confidential." She spoke with forced neutrality as she noticed that each of the bear's paws were nearly the size of her head. "Sounds fair. My name is Terry. I was named 'Big Brown' by my human owners when I was a circus act. My name was changed to 'Akakabuto' when I was bought by a private owner out in Japan, then I was sold to a private owner back in the states where my name was changed to 'Terry' after the guy realized he didn't want a Japanese name for an American animal." The bear spoke out with a dismissive snort, "I can't stand how silly humans are when it comes to naming creatures. So, as part of my early release and good behavior I have to come here. So, Doc, how about you fix me?" Dr. Lewis adjusted her glasses and looked to the bear with a neutral expression, "Pleasure to meet you, Terry. I'm Doctor Jennifer Lewis, I'm going to be your therapist here for the foreseeable future. I'm very practiced in dealing with couples and individual counseling, I hope this will reflect in the counseling that both of us will go through together." She said with a warm smile. Terry gave a small grunt and scratched his chest, "Sounds fine. I guess this is the part where I pour my heart to you and we both have a good cry, right?" He said with a smirk before scooting closer to her desk. Dr. Lewis gave a soft chuckle, "That's only if you wish to talk about that, I'm more curious on what you would like to work on?" She asked while clicking her pen and looking up at the bear expectantly. "I guess I would say anger, every time I see humans I get a little annoyed. I'm big, I'm scary and my anger makes me a bit of a problem. Humans used to make me afraid of them when I was little cub with their weapons and whips. I can't really hunt or live out in the woods because too many of the civilized like to take off in the woods, and nothing feels more terrible than catching some deer and having him plead for his life." He glanced at doctor and smiled, "I figure you want ask me if I ate him or not, I didn't." He admitted. "I wasn't going to ask. I was thinking how shocking it would be if I was in your shoes." She said honestly, "I can understand how frustrating it must be, many predators have similar tales of going back to the wild and trying to re-adapt. Few succeed due to either under stimulation or trauma." She said while gazing at the frustrated bear sitting before her. "Well what do you think I should do? I'm having trouble fitting in with the humans. I don't even like going to work. So many humans crowded together and most of the jobs are just heavy lifting. My current job is the one I enjoy the most and it's a bouncer for a gay bar downtown." Terry grunted with a swelling of his chest that showed his pride, "Those humans are kinda strange but the rest of the bouncers don't give me much trouble." He confessed. "Hmmmmmmmm..." Doctor Lewis jotted down a few notes before speaking, "How do you feel inside of the bar? Do those humans annoy you as much as the crowds in the streets." Terry gave a grunt and used his long clawed to scratch under his chin in thought, "Not really for the most part those guys smell different and the bar smells aren't strong. The alcohol tastes good but it takes nearly half my pay to get properly drunk." He chuckled and thought to himself. "I burped in the bar once and caused one of the regulars to nearly faint." "Would you mind trying an experiment with me?" The doctor asked with a small hint of nervousness in her voice, she could tell that she messed up once Terry expression shifted from a relaxed state to an excited one. It only caused her to sweat a little more which intrigued the bear more as he leaned over the desk just inches away from her face. "Doctor... I can smell your nervousness." Terry gave a very human-like grin, "You're sweating more as I get closer, you seem more flustered. I must be the biggest client you've had, at this close I can smell what you've been working with so far. Several dogs, a lion, a sow that smells of ink and well now this is interesting..." Terry paused and took a deeper smell. "...A human female and a male house cat." He chuckled at the absurdity of it all. "Y-yes. I have a large amount of patients from all walks of life and you are the tallest of my clients." Dr. Lewis admitted while trying to calm herself. "My suggestion to you..." She said not backing away from the bear partially in fear of his reaction and partially from her commitment to helping him. "I want you to go into the club on your off day and socialize with the humans there. You don't have to make a friend on your first attempt but at least socialize. Would you be interested in trying?" She said finally getting the words out and slowly calming herself down. Terry gave a small sigh while moaning, "Buuuuut doc, humans are stinky and mean." He whined playfully while pulling his muzzle away from the doctor, he was amused that she was able to swallow her fear of him to even instruct him. "Ok. In all seriousness I believe that this is going to end badly, but I couldn't think of a better place to start I guess. A bunch of sweaty humans too worried about trying to do each other to notice me." He chuckled loudly causing his fur to sway with each movement of his body. Dr. Lewis gave him a winning smile, "Well I think that we have a game plan. But we still have time so, if you would like to get anything off of you chest I'm willing to listen." She said while jotting down the work that she did with the bear. Terry cleared his throat before speaking. "I did have another issue that has been bugging me for a while.." His gaze lowered to the human in front of him as he spoke. "What's a relationship like?" He turned away from her as he spoke, not looking forward to any mocking expression that the doctor had. "Well, relationships come in a variety of flavors; friends, romantics relations, even some stranger than that." She glanced down at her paperwork to with a few notes on brown bear social habits in the wild. "Normally your species in the wild have fleeting relationships compared to humans, lasting no longer than a few weeks. Humans are a primarily monogamous species with long spanning relationships that can last our entire lives." Terry gave a grunt and chuckled, "I see... I was curious since I've been working at the bar I've seen men with all kinds of uplifted, Horses and dogs seem to be pretty popular but what makes me curious is the amount of happy couples. My supervisor who is a gay human started a relationship with this crazy large reindeer, the guy couldn't even get in the bar easily because of the horns." Terry continued to chuckle. Dr. Lewis chuckled herself as she jotted down more notes, "I'm going to give you my early opinion from what I can see of you." She noticed that the bear stood still in rapt attention, this was her time to set the template for the rest of their session. "I see you as a person that would be able to mingle in human society but you are missing something. It could be romance, it could be a purpose that drives you to work." She said with a small grin on her face. Terry nodded before standing up to his full height, "I see..." He said while using his claws to scratch at his belly, "I'll give it a shot. Can I end this session a little short, I've gotta cover the late shift and I don't want keep my ride waiting." He said as he desired to leave before the doctor prodded too deeply into his life. "That's fine Terry, but before you leave I would like you to take this worksheet. I know writing can be difficult for many but this sheet has simple bubbles to fill out so even if you have trouble you can just press or punch out the holes to the sheet." Jen said with a confident smile on her face. Terry took the sheet into his claws and sighed, "Ehhh... Fine, I'll do homework." He groaned teasingly before letting out a loud yawn that caused the doctor to flinch before grinning. "Got you." He chuckled before dropping to all fours to lumber over to the door. He was thankful at the lever design of the door as he just pressed the handle and lumbered out quietly. Spitfire Bar, Tuesday 2:27am. Terry grunted, watching most of the patrons leave as the lights came on. He gazed around the bar with a curious expression. With the crowd thinned he decided he would try being a little more sociable with the lingering customers. The night had been a quiet one with no one needing to be thrown out. Terry's shift wasn't over yet but he didn't have much to do but wait for the rest of the workers to finish their shift and the manager to finishing counting up the night's earnings. Soft music was playing and the overpowering smell of human sexual tension hung in the air like a mocking cloud around the bar. He sat across from his boss while the short balding Caucasian human with coke bottle glasses counted the earning quickly. "Mark, I gotta question for you." Terry called to the man. "I can't spot you a raise but you can drink a little on the house." Mark grunted while flipping through the ones. "I'll help myself to the drinks but I have something more curious on my mind. I went to the doctor yesterday and she said something I want to bounce off of you." Terry grabbed and slid a bowl under the bar's tap before pouring himself a bowl of some local brew. "Go for it, I'm still listening." Terry said taking a moment to glance at the large bear. "Well my doctor said I need to find a purpose. I think eating and not getting shot by humans is good enough, but she mentioned a relationship. Only human I can stand enough to even ask about this is you. What's it like being with your partner." Terry asked feeling a bit embarrassed at his boss's blush in response. The human chuckled while rubbing his head, "Well... I met Ahanu a few years after I started working in this bar. It was my off day and I wasn't into animals. Ahanu wasn't into humans but we started talking and just hit it off." "You are both males. I've seen some caribou before, even eaten a few but none his size. You are small and kinda frail while I wouldn't want to fight with reindeer of his size." Terry admitted with a grin on his muzzle. "Tell me how you really feel, Terry." Mark grumbled sarcastically before glance back at the money. "Ahanu makes me feel good. He is a little stoic outside the home but he is very protective and nurturing." "So, does that make you the female in the relationship?" Terry wondered while lapping at the bowl of alcohol. "Don't make me fire you, there is no female in the relationship." Mark said sternly while bagging up the money. "I know that you are a little unused to humans but most homosexuals hearing something like that would get insulted." "I see..." Terry said staring into the glass bowl thoughtfully. "Don't over think it. I think that you might be better talking to Ahanu. The big lug is about as blunt and insensitive as you are at times." Mark chuckled, "Once I put up the money I'll clock you out, then you can meet me out back. Ahanu should be here by then." Terry watched as the man slowly descended the stairs near the counter into the money room. The bear quickly finished the foul tasting liquid, the awful substance was a nightmare on his pallet but it was enough to keep his mind off of the budding discomfort he felt speaking to his manager. The large bear made his way outside with a tired grunt, his nose picked up a familiar smell as he stepped out. Strutting into the alleyway was a large, antler-less caribou approaching him. the caribou paused and gave a friendly snort to the bear. "Hey, Uh, Ahanu." Terry said feeling strange at seeing the large male without a pair antlers still stretching out of his head. They stared at each other for a minute in a simple moment of predator and prey sizing each other up. "Hello." Ahanu grumbled out with a small bit of an accent with his more rounded muzzle taking more effort to speak the words than Terry. "So do you need another ride home?" "No, I'm probably going to walk." Terry said as his own tense nature caused the other male to sniff him a little more intently. "Ah." The Caribou spoke simply while looking toward the door and waiting for his lover to exit, it was an uncomfortable silent wait before Mark exited the door and finished locking up. The human entered the alleyway with a grin on their face as they glanced at the Caribou, "Hey Ahanu. From the silence I'm going to guess that our ursine friend didn't ask you anything." Ahanu shook his head, "Nope." Terry shrugged, "I was getting around to it." Terry paused for a bit before speaking, "Wait, what was I supposed to be asking?" Mark pinched his nose for a moment before grinning, "Ahanu, Terry wants to know about relationship and what things that encompass being in a such a relationship." Ahanu leaned his head back and gave a loud chuckle, a very strange sight in the post-uplifted world. "Really...? Ok. Ok. I think I can help. Call Eric and set them up." Ahanu bellowed with a good natured chuckle. Mark rubbed his balding head and started to make a call, he stepped away from the pair and leaning against his pickup truck. While Mark was busy on the phone Ahanu turned his gazed to the large bear with a grin as the pair once again stood in silence. "I'm just going tell you, since you aren't going to ask and are just standing their like a big brown lump." Ahanu grunted with annoyance at the bear. "I'm going to tell you about them. They are male and have a fascination with bears; both the human kind and the ones like you." "What? You're setting me up with a male? I'm not gay, what would make you think that I am?" Terry shouted loud enough that his voice echoed around the alleyway. "We don't, but we think you could use someone that would brighten up that normally grumpy face." Ahanu stated calmly as Mark returned from his call. The human glanced from the bear to the caribou with a smile on his face while he rubbed the top of his head. "Well I spoke to Eric, he was so excited when I told him about Terry that he wanted to meet tonight but I'm tired and don't feel like driving two places. Would you be opposed to spending the night with Eric, he lives right on the way to my place." Mark said with hope coloring his voice as he seemed to sag even while standing before both of the large creatures. "I don't know... He might try to date rape me or beat me up. I'm scared." Terry said sarcastically. Mark snorted, "Yeah. I could see it now, the big bear beaten by a guy I think I could probably take in a fight." "Eric would win." Ahanu said as he walked to the back of Mark's truck before laying down, Terry quickly joined him before sitting down. Ahanu watched as the large bear gazed down at him with a questioning expression on his face. "Something on your mind?" Ahanu asked as the truck's motor roared to life. "You're Caribou, human have hunted your kind for a long time. How are you just so comfortable with them?" Terry asked bluntly. "Same way I'm comfortable with you. Human still eat my kind and so do bears. You've even insensitively mentioned that you've personally eaten a few of my kind, so what am I to do? Attack you? Hate every bear that I pass on the street?" Ahanu snorted loudly. "You uh, heard that?" Terry grunted bashfully. "You are pretty loud so I heard it easily." The Caribou remarked, "My advice is grow some thicker skin. Humans screwing you over in the past is true of most of us but you are living in a human city, eating human-made food, riding in a human vehicle, and you have the capability to talk and rationalize things because of humans. Take the good with the bad." Ahanu rose his head, "Thanks to humans, I can sit here without worrying that you'll go for my neck." "Thicker skin, huh?" Terry rubbed a paw against his belly in thought. "Hmpf." Terry grunted as night air billowed over his fur. The rushing lights of the street and the curious glances of humans whenever they reached a stoplight. The ride was bumpy but short as they arrived at a small house in a idyllic suburban neighborhood. The truck parked in a driveway of a large red brick house with a matching garage. Terry watched as Mark got out of the car and opened rear door for Terry to disembark the truck. He grunted as he moved on all fours to solid ground, and he lumbered up to the door before turning around to notice that Mark simply drove off, leaving him at the front door alone. "Oh thanks Mark. Sure, Terry, I normally just drop my friends off and ditch them without introduction." Terry grumbled before reaching the door, he lazily slapped a paw against the door. Terry flinched at the sound of scraping on the other side of the door. "Who is it?" A soft female voice called out, even with his acute hearing Terry could barely hear her. "Terry, I'm supposed to meet someone named Eric. I'm Mark's employee." Terry grunted out before a soft click reach his ears and the door opened. A man dressed in a fuzzy brown robe with equally fuzzy slippers stood in the doorway, he gazed at Terry nervously while Terry just stared at him in silence. The only noise around the two was the soft chirping of crickets as they looked at each other. "Are we just going to stare at each other or what?" Terry said trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. "Thank God." Eric said with a slow release of breath. "What?" Terry asked. "Well... I wasn't sure if you were uplifted or not. There are bears in the area and I didn't want to get mauled by thinking you were something you weren't." Eric said nervously as he opened the door. "Bears don't just run around mauling people." Terry said while lumbering to the door frame, he squeezed his way into the door with a grunt. "What's with humans and having these stupidly narrow door ways?" Terry said while trying to fit his wide frame through the door. "It's an old house before people started remodeling with larger creatures in mind." Eric placed a hand over his mouth while staring at Terry, the soft musk of fear spiked from him. "I am a creature, what did you expect me to get mad and maul you for pointing out the obviou-omph!" Terry slipped on the tile as he managed to fit his butt through the frame. "Are you ok?" Eric asked crouching down to look at the fallen bear. "Just a little crack in my pride. So, where can I sleep?" Terry said while standing back on all fours. The feeling of the cool air conditioning on his fur felt way better than the cheap one back at his apartment. "You can have the living room, my roommate has the upstairs so... unless you have to go--" Eric thought for a second before speaking, "Do you know how to use a toilet? Can you even sit on one?" "Um... Do you really want to know that? I gotta admit I was expecting something more strange when Mark told me about you." Terry said following Eric into the living room, his eyes widened as he looked at the room. The painting above the floor model television was of a bear sitting in a forest, bear plush toys were piled in a corner and a few bear figurines dotted the windowsills. A fake bear skin rug was on the floor with pink ribbons tied to the ears. Terry blanched in the doorway as he gazed over the bear themed room, the smell of fear from the human was almost suffocating. "Mama....?" Terry said looking down at the rug, "Noooooo." He said in complete deadpan. "I can explain, I just-- I mean it's not real, It's just a rug that I found and, and, and--" Eric started to stammer incoherently as he watched the bear sniffing the rug. "Calm down, I'm just making a joke." Terry rumbled before plopping on top of the rug, the couch would probably break under his weight and he didn't want t risk owing Eric for anything broken. "Oh right... a joke, Sorry I just must have missed the humor in your voice. Can I get you anything? A drink or a blanket? Maybe some food?" Eric said. "Don't let him touch my fish or I swear to Bastet I'll eat you alive!" A shout came from the top floor. "Bastet?" Terry asked unsure if he heard the roar above them. "My landlord is a cougar, who doesn't know anything about Egyptian religion. She thinks Bastet is the god of the dead and I don't have the heart to correct her." Eric grinned. "I didn't think I would hear the day that an uplift was religious. I thought that was more of a human thing," Terry said while reaching a claw down to scratch his belly, "If the food offer is still on the plate, I wouldn't mind if you got me anything to drink and some strong alcohol if you got it." Eric nodded before stepping into the kitchen connected to the living room. Eric grabbed a few apples from the refrigerator along with a bottle of cheap wine. Eric stepped back to find that Terry was laying on his back rubbing against the floor to scratch some sort of itch. "So how do you know Mark, you don't seem like one of the people that would come to his place of work?" Terry asked as Eric placed the food in front of him. "Um, I know him because I used to DJ there, but when I moved on to better work we kept in contact. It's kind of funny because we have met once before, Terry." Eric said sitting on the couch. "We did?" Terry said as he took a whole apple into his mouth, he chewed messily. "Yeah. There was a bar fight in the club, you knocked one guy down and on the turn away to toss the other one out you clocked me with your arms mid swing." Eric said rubbing the side of his head in memory. Terry chewed another apple while mumbling out a half-hearted apology, he gazed at the human with a small bit of curiosity. The house coat made Eric look like a skinny bear and the strong scent of sweat that clung to him reminded him of a weaker bear. Terry snorted as he swallowed down the final apple. "I got yelled at about that but that is not important right now, what's with all the bear shit? You got some sort of crush on me or something?" Terry grunted in annoyance. "I have a thing for bears in general. I will admit that I started to visit mark more often because of your sudden appearance as the new bouncer. At least you can open doors. The last bouncer was a mountain goat, he couldn't open the doors to help anyone out." Eric chuckled. "I see." Terry regarded the human curiously, "So what about us do you like?" "I mean I've met so many cool uplifts since the whole thing started, and when I go to work I work with a bunch of polar bears. I work at a petting zoo for Uplift to find work and for children to get used to them." Eric said sitting down on the couch. "Hmm..." Terry thought back to the word of his therapist. "I'm going to ask a weird question, but I want your honest opinion on it." Eric started to sweat from the seriousness in Terry's tone. "Sure." Terry rolled on his side and noticed that the human's eyes immediately drifted to his crotch. He ignored the blatant staring. He received worse at his job daily from humans, but he took a moment to look at Eric who was laying across the couch looking down at him with small bead of sweat dotting his forehead. "My friend thinks that I should be giving humans another chance. I know it's none of your business but I forgot to try out their recommendation at the bar so I'm talking to you." Terry grumbled while looking up at the light in the room. "Ok. So I'm like your therapist." Eric said "Well you aren't as dark and you lack the whole breast thing that humans seem to love dangling around even when they don't have kids." Terry snorted. "You work in a gay bar. I wouldn't have guess tits were your thing." Eric shot back with a nervous chuckle. "I work in a gay bar. It's not like I use it the same way as the drunks I keep safe. I'm not sure where I stand. I look at some of those people and some of those animals-- I just wonder how it would be to adjust properly. I mean I have an apartment. I pay taxes and all that shit." Terry grumbled. "But you're bored and a little bit lonely?" Eric said with a little bit of hopefulness in his voice. "Here I am trying to talk about life and you're already thinking about your crotch." Terry snorted smelling the arousal from the human near him. "S-Sorry." Eric said closing his leg together which only helped to push another whiff of his musk toward the bear. "It's fine. I'm surrounded by horny humans on a daily basis, just reminds me of work." Terry said while looking at Eric with a deadpan grin. "What?" Eric said cautiously as his fear rose with his excitement. "I've talked a little bit about my situation, it's your turn. I'm trying this whole friends with human's thing." Terry said scratching his chin before scooting closer. "What do you want to know?" Eric said nervously. "I'm not picky but since you pretty much keep getting aroused the more I talk to you. Talk about that." Terry said with a grin that resembled a snarl to the sweating human. "Well, um. You know, it's like--" Eric said. "Nope, nope, and very nope. I work in a gay bar as you said. Do you know how many drunk humans I have to remove that were screwing in the bathroom. I get the function, so explain what's got you so horny. I mean if you want to get laid, just go screw your landlord." Terry said. "Well I'm gay." Eric said. "Obviously, you go to gay bars and know Mark. I think I'm the only person who isn't gay that Mark talks to on the regular. Go on and stop avoiding the subject." Terry urged. "You are hot. I mean you are big, you've got a fuzzy gut but I like that. You've got big arms and well I have a thing for bigger guys." Eric answered, "Like I would just love to pet you or something if it wasn't offensive." Terry snorted, "I'm pretty much crashing at your place for the night so If you want to pet me go wild. It's not like you can really hurt me without a gun or a really big knife." "Really?!" Eric voice rose several octaves as he reached down to rub his hands over the chest of the bear. "Yep but let's make it amusing, I already told you a little bit of what I was told to do, but I'm curious about you, my discount therapist. What's a relationship like? Like let's just say you and I were in a relationship, what would we do?" Terry asked out of genuine curiosity. "Well... I would do whatever you wanted. I am really a please-er kinda boyfriend. I'm happy with the company and I really like a take charge top." Eric said with a bit of smile. "You being a bear is like all of my fantasies, but being a tough as you are makes me safe." "Not really what I expected," Terry said feeling a little amused, a human that didn't want to use him for anything seemed like a lie. "So what do you get out of it?" "Um... You as my boyfriend. It's a fantasy, I wouldn't mind being able to kiss your muzzle and wake up to your warm body every morning." Eric admitted. Terry felt the hands roaming along his body as he contemplated the human rubbing him. He was small, chubby, male, lacked any sort of muscle, couldn't bear him children, and the list or reasons that he should deny that offer were stacking in his mind. The bear thought about the doctor's words in his head, the annoying advice of hers started to grate on his mind. "Did I say something wrong." Eric asked as the bear just stared at him. "Fine. We can try it out, but no weird stuff, no cages, no pens, you can't ride me, I don't want any ropes, I don't take orders from you and you don't own me." Terry said listing out everything he could remember that sucked about humans. "Just like that?" Eric said, "Aren't you straight?" "I don't know, I'm not exactly mating with female bears and I can't take care of an uplifted cub on my budget. My food bill alone is nearly four digits." Terry thought about it. "Ouch. Well... Wanna continue with the questions? You seem pretty curious and I'm kinda enjoying the game." Eric chuckled, his relief giving way to a strong amount of arousal that came off of him in waves which clashed with the salty scent of human excitement. "You are waaay more focused on your lust, but since we are a couple. You'll come to my therapy session so I can rub it in my doctor's face, right?" Terry snickered thinking about how he would rub it into her face that he got a human companion the next day. "I'll come along, as I don't have work." Eric said before sliding off the couch to rest on top of Terry, the bear flinched from the sudden weight on his belly. "What are you doing?" Terry asked, feeling the human's warmth against his own body. Six Days Later... Dr. Lewis stared at the scene before her with a mixture of confusion and amusement. She gazed at Terry and his friend who was sitting next to him. "Did you finish the worksheet?" Dr. Lewis asked with a smile. "Eric helped me out with it but I'm still getting used to having him visit me. It's kinda weird but I didn't kill him or beat him up or nothing." Terry said feeling proud of himself as he held his head up high with no small measure of smugness. Dr. Lewis looked over the sheet with a smile, "So tell me about how things have been going over the week." "Oh they have been going pretty good, I'm learning this whole relationship thing. I've been learning about lube, spanking, muscle worship and domina--" Terry was cut off as Eric poked him in the side. "I'm going to die of embarrassment if you just list them out like that. I thought you were the one who said 'be professional'!" Eric whined a bit while sweating nervously in the chair. "It's fine Mr. Stevenson. I can assure you that anything that is said in here is purely confidential." Dr. Lewis smiled to reassure the man. Eric swallowed before looking the doctor in the eye. "I'm pretty happy that I made friends with Terry. I'm even more excited that he just chose to give me a shot. Even if it's because I'm not that intimidating." "I'm glad that the both of you have a good thing going, just be sure to take it slow and learn one another. Have you two been on a date yet?" Jen asked with a smile, even though her job was to help out the ursine male. She still wanted to get under his skin a little bit. "Oh yeah. We took a trip out to the wood and had a camping thing. It was the first time I had sex with a human. It was kinda okay but the screaming bothered me a bit." Terry said. "Because you didn't use lube!" Eric snarled, "I was sleeping when you decided that it was time to mount me!" "Because you said I could have sex any time I wanted and all I could smell was your arousal so I just tried it out." Terry groaned while scratching at his chin. "I mean... well... yeah." Eric calmed down but the redness in his face was a beacon of his embarrassment. "So I'm cured right, I don't need to come back any more do I?" Terry said patting Eric on the head for emphasis. "You are still considered on probation so you'll have to see my smiling face for the remainder of the year." Jen said with a bit of humor in her voice. "You don't seem nearly as nervous around me as you did the first time." Terry snorted, "Did I lose weight or something." "Nothing like that, you just seem like you are happier and it relaxes me a--" Terry let out a loud roar that caused both of the humans to flinch in their chairs, He leaned back before giving his stomach an idle scratch. "Oh... Did that scare you? I was just giving a loud yawn. Can I end today's session a little early? My human says we need to buy lube today so his ass won't bleed." "Yes you may... I might need some heart medication if this is a yawn." Jen said with layers of sarcasm on each word. "Did you really have to be so explicit about our sex lives?" Eric said as the pair got up to leave. "She is a sex therapist and a therapist. Who else was I going to tell? Oh wait, I could tell Mark!" Terry said as he squeezed through the door. "Don't you freaking dare!" Was the last thing Jen heard as she leaned back in her chair and tried to slow her pounding heart. She would have to watch herself around her new patients but his progress did give her hope for future cases. ------------------------------ Saint Francis Files 5: Nana #7 of Saint Francis Stories A Shetland Pony finds herself at a loss for employment. Meet Nana the Unemployed Horse! Proofread by the stellar and awesome Dumpaup "Ok... Hold on to the reigns but not too tight. Just a loose grip." The chestnut American Shetland, Nana, spoke to the child gripping her reigns as if she would toss him to the ground. She turned her head to gaze at the little girl on her back. "I'm scared." The chubby child said keeping her head low and her eyes closed tightly. "We can stop if you like?" Nana asked as the little girl shook her head. "No, then billy will make fun of me." The girl whined. "I'll go a little slower, just hold on to my reins and give a little tug in the direction you want me to go." Nana smiled, a human gesture that she was still trying to master. Nana walked along the trail as the little girl tugged her closer to a large Clydesdale mare, Mona was one of her coworkers and a popular choice with the humans on the trails. Nana noticed the burly man sitting on Mona's back as they neared each other. Mona was so tall that Nana had to crane her neck higher just to hear the muscular draft horse speak. "Psst Nana." "Hmmm?" "Please tell me that you watched that cloning video I sent you last night." "Yes..." "Do you think I have a clone somewhere? I mean, they have been cloning dogs for a few years..." "No Mona... I don't think you have a clone. Even in the video they mentioned that it cost more than our entire salary over five years to clone a dog." "But what if?" Nana started to trot a little faster. She had to get away from the paranoid mare or she would lose her own mind. She started to trot ahead over the well-trodden path, the stable was just a mile away. Nana heard a whimper and the arid scent of human urine reached her nose before she felt the liquid pouring down her back. "I'm sorry." The little girl said. Nana silently made her way back to the farm, she mumbled under her breath about her working conditions. She daydreamed suing her job for mistreatment and discrimination, none of the humans had to give rides. It didn't take long before she was standing around the various children and parents looking for a ride. The large brick stable was a welcome relief as humans helped the piss soaked girl off of her back. Her boss stepped up from the crowd as they strode off with the next caravan of horses preparing to take the trail. He was a chubby tanned human with missing hair. She couldn't help but think of a turtle with the way his head was kept low. "Nana... head back to the stables. I'll get you washed down and you can go home." Peter sighed. "I have three more hours till my shift is over." Nana grumbled moving to her personal stall in the back. "Not anymore... We aren't getting nearly as many customers since the uplift rights bill was passed. Fewer people feel comfortable riding on the back of a horse that can talk. I'm sure you noticed less and less people willing to pay for rides or horse riding lessons." Peter pulled the nozzle from the wall. "So what happens to us? Some of us became uplifted at this farm." Nana groaned as she felt the warm water cascading over her body. "Nothing I can do about it. It cost money to keep you all paid and I still have to cover rent, utilities, protests and shrinking customers." Peter groaned while rubbing a little soap on the mare. "So how long do we have?" Nana asked nervously, the sudden threat of unemployment felt like daggers in her gut. "Maybe another two weeks before I have to close shop and still have enough money to eat. Trust me, this stable has been in my family as far back as I can trace their history, but it's time as a business is over. I can't exactly breed horses without getting labeled a monster, and I can't do the riding without being propped up as a slave owner..." Peter finished drying her off and helped her place on her jacket, the fur-lined winter blanket was modified to fit snugly on her frame. "Well, I guess I'll go looking for work. I'm sure there is a ton of jobs for fingerless creatures in human society." Nana grumbled. "Oh yes, just about as many jobs as their old farmers without college degrees." Peter rolled his eyes, "We all are going to be sucking lemons for a while. Can you imagine Mona being out there on her own?" "Tinfoil hat, sitting in a room watching videos on how horses are still being made into glue." Nana sighed as she stepped out the back entrance to the barn. She stepped outside to see bright red truck pulling up to the farm, a tanned male with a yellow hand poked his head out with a grin. "You're out early, I was hoping to play a few games before I had to haul your fat-ass back to the house." "I don't wanna hear fat jokes from a guy who probably can't see his own dick when he showers." Nana grinned. "Pffft, Please tell me about the times you saw anything on you backside." The male chuckled while stepping out of the truck to open up the horse trailer. "Fair point but I'm made that way, can't say the same for you, Brian." Nana teased. "Har Har. Anyway, let's go home. I got a date tonight and I wanna get home so I can get ready in time." Brian shut the gate. Nana watched as the red greens and yellows of autumn gave way to the shiny building and hard concrete. Nana looked out on dogs roaming the streets with little back packs, bears sat at coffee shops with humans and she even noticed several pandas with cameras being lead by tourists as they snapped pictures of the city. They entered the parking garage near her home, Brian snapped opened the gate with a smile. "Her highness is home." Brian bowed with a bit of humor. "Oh, Jester Brian, you are so kind to the unemployed queen." Brian's expression sobered, "Unemployed? Well, what's the game plan?" "Panhandle? Become a drug dealer? Become a stripper?" Nana snorted as they walked inside of the apartments across the street. "You are too mean to panhandle, you don't even know what drugs work for what animals, and stripper..." Brian roared out laughter while opening the rounded door. "What, you don't think I'm pretty?" Nana scoffed. "Maybe for a horse, but in the city the only thing you are going to strip for is bored dogs and humans that have a fetish for big girls. Why not try doing something that is better for hand less uplifts." Brian started washing his face in the bathroom. Nana walked over to the computer sitting in the corner with a large plastic stick jutting from the edge of the desk. She placed her mouth over the stick and started to move the device, she continued to search for a job. ~ "Please go inside, Nolan will see you." The bubbly secretary spoke as Nana stood nervously in the middle of the office. Nana walked into the room, she noticed a man sitting at the desk with a note pad. He raised an eyebrow at the small mare. She looked like a she would break if the wind blew too hard against her. "Miss Nana, after looking over your resume, I think that you definitely have the experience that would help out our mares but I have to ask. Why does this job stand out to you?" Nolan said. Nana look a deep breath before she answered, "I've been living in this city since I was a filly. I've seen first hand how difficult it is trying to get around. Even broken sewer grate could be a fatal fall, the strange glances of other uplifts and humans trying to figure out if you are stupid or uplifted. I want to help the new uplifts get adjusted." Nolan nodded, "Well you can start today, You'll be shadowing Robert. He should be in his office three doors down from my own. Welcome to the Saint Francis Family." Nana thanked the man before quickly trotting out of the office, her body shuddered in excitement as she forced herself not to canter in excitement. Nana stepped a few doors down to the office, A placard on the door read : 'Dr. Robert Alm'. Nana pressed hoof on the door level before pushing her way in. Nana eyes widened as she watched a short dark skinned male pinning a panda to the ground. The panda was squirming around as the male used his knees to keep him on the ground. Nana just stood frozen in the doorway as both of the males laughed. "Okay Rob, you win." The panda said while wheezing. "Of course I did. Now we are eating at Panda Express. See you after work." Rob looked up while lifting himself off of the bear, he reached down to pick up the panda. Rob dusted the fur off of his body before regarding the mare, she watched as the panda wandered around her to leave. Robert blushed while sitting back at his desk, "I hope I didn't worry you with my... team building exercise." "I hope that you aren't going wrestle me like that, I don't think I saw that in the job description." Nana commented approaching the desk. "Oh! you are my new assistant?" Robert rubbed his face in embarrassment, "I promise I'm usually less intense than this." "It's fine, I'm really just unsure of what I'm going to be doing 'shadowing' you." "Oh that is simple, I'm human and you are Equine-American. We are going to head down to the auditorium, speak with a group of equines who are learning to adjust to the city made mostly for humans. Speak up where you feel a need to and be my insight into equine behaviors." "Ok. I think I understand. When do I start?" Robert stood up with a goofy grin on his face, "Might as well begin now. We still have a few minutes before everyone arrives, but you can meet the early crew." Nana was lead through the spacious corridors of the psychology center. She noticed that the doors were designed with a more oval shape. The smell of the various animals drifted to her nose. She could smell wolves, dogs, cows and many others she couldn't place. As the reached the end of the hallway, Robert smiled as he opened the door. Nana noticed that staring back at her was the most pristine white horse she had ever seen. The horse was male and clearly much larger than she was, every step she took in the spacious room echoed as she nervously approached the male. "H-Hi." The male said while gazing to the sides, direct eye contact was one of the first things that Nana had to get used to in the human society. "Hello, Thomas." Robert said while pulling a chair from the wall, "This is Nana. Try introducing yourself." Thomas paused before flicking his tail and taking a step backward. Nana watched as the equine male seemed to think hard on the prospect of introducing himself. "I don't want her stallion to beat me up." "I don't have a stallion, I'm a city mare. Just relax and tell me about yourself." "You're an adult?" Thomas said while turning slowly to regard her. "I know I'm small but you don't have to twist the knife so deep." Nana joked. "Oh no, I mean that, I'm, uh...." Thomas paused again while striding over to the large water trough set aside, he drank quickly to cover his growing fear. Another set of hooves brought Nana attention behind her. She watched as a large cow strolled her way into the area. The cow didn't greet anyone but moved to a large table with various vegetables spread across it. She ate quietly. Nana decided to leave the shy stallion alone as she stepped to the side the cow to speak to her, the cow turned to Nana and smiled. "Yer kinda tiny for a long face. My name is Cinnamon but you can call me Cin. I decided to take this program on account that I've been told just shitting where I damn well please is something humans don't like. Well fuck me if it wasn't what I was doing when they was pumpin babies in me and eatin' em. Ah, I won't bore you with the details but to avoid spending time in jail I have to come here and listen to some shitty human speak about their shitty culture." Cinnamon grumbled. "You don't like humans?" Nana asked. "I like humans well enough, I just don't like city dwellers. I wouldn't even have been in the city if it wasn't for the fact my vet decided to move out here. I ain't like some of those other cattle, I read and I know the fact we even have so many of us is because humans have been having us fuck like rabbits to eat us. Now they still trying to keep some of us dumb so there isn't a riot or somethin'." Cinnamon said while crunching half of an apple in her mouth. "Wow... I uh..." Nana didn't know what to say but her attention was brought to the next one to enter. "Well hello everyone, I can't believe that there are so many people here." A blue painted Saanen goat female stepped into the room. "Okay, okay, I know someone in here watched the Bills game. By a show of hooves, please tell me that someone at least likes sports." The goat bleated excitedly. Cinnamon spoke up, "Yer aren't fooling me small horns, you don't know a thing about football." "Says you! I'm getting along with human society far better than a fatass who can't hold her shit in." The goat replied. "Let's see you say that when I knock the little pellets outta you--" Both animals winced as Robert whistled, "Ladies, ladies, we aren't here to fight. I wanted to introduce my assistant before we begin with the first part of my class. Nana, you have the floor." Nana steeled herself before all of the eyes turned to her, "I'm Nana, I'm an uplift just like you, I live in the city and I've been working as a training horse for children until recently. I live in an apartment with a human." The growing silence in the room was quickly broken by Robert, "Think of Nana as your animal contact, I know a few of you have raised concerns about a human running the class and even more were upset when my last assistance was a wolf. I think that Nana being neither a human or a wolf would make a great edition to our class." "Man and I was just talking shit about the humans. Don't rat me out too early." Cinnamon gave a pleased snort. "Doc, how did you find a midget horse? I didn't think they made em that small." "N-nice to meet you, Nana." Thomas said kindly. Robert smiled as he placed his seat against the far wall, "Why don't you introduce yourselves and tell Nana what you hope to get out of this group therapy." "My name is Thomas, I really hope to get a bit of city learning. My boyfriend suggested it after I was hit by a motorcycle because... I didn't understand street signs." Thomas sheepishly lowered his head. "My name is Cinnamon. I just hoping you tell me where I can properly take a shit and keep me from violating my parole." Cinnamon let out a dismissive snort. "My name is Sally, like the overweight steak next to me. I'm on parole but mine is for uh.... public indecency." Sally said. "Nu uh, don't lump my crime with yours. I got it for taking a dump in a park, you got it for screwing humans in parking garage. Very different." Cinnamon said. "How was I supposed to know, I wanted the forty dollars, do you know much that buys here? I would have had enough apples till next week." Nana looked at Robert hoping for some sort of direction but the man simply smiled, "Did you all do your homework from our last session?" Sally bound up to the doctor, she nearly slipped on the tile as she smiled. "I wanna go first, I did something awesome." "Go on." "So I came to the city last week and I opened up a bank account. I have five whole dollars in it. The nice man even taught me about money." Sally said beaming proudly. Cinnamon shifted uncomfortably, "I saw a movie. I know how to use money but I saw a some war movie, I fell asleep but I did something in the city." Thomas kept his gaze off of everyone but spoke softly. "I got hired for a job, it's my first one but my boyfriend thought I would good at it. I start tomorrow." Nana decided to speak up, " What kind of job did you get?" "I am working as a dancer at a club, my boyfriend is a bartender there. I used to be show horse so I can canter a little bit. It's called the burning Saddles Saloon." Thomas smiled. "Isn't that a gay bar?" Nana said. "I um... I'm so used to collections that I um, I can't.... enjoy myself without that kind of stimulation." Thomas suddenly seemed to find the floor the most interesting thing in the world. Nana suppressed a stomp of displeasure at the idea of such a muscular stallion being off the table, "I think we should continue with the lesson." Robert nodded as he clapped his hands, "So for now, I'm going to explain how proper traffic safety and proper uses of money. When this is over I will allow Nana to answer some questions as a horse that lives in our lovely city. " Robert went through the explanation and most of the animals seem to take in his instructions. Several of the animals seemed more relaxed as he started talking, Nana watched as the animals would raise their heads to ask questions. She noticed that Thomas seems to be asking questions that directly helped him navigate the city, Sally seem to be focused on learning about humans and their city, but she noticed that Cinnamon didn't ask a single question. "Now that you know a little bit of economy and navigation, feel free to ask our city dwelling assistant a few questions." Robert finished before standing up, "I'll be in my office filling out your parole sheet, I'll be back in a few minutes so behave yourself." The moment he shut the door behind him Cinnamon turned to Thomas, "You can go first." Thomas nodded before looking away from Nana, "I wanted to ask-." "Look me in the eye, it's a little weird but humans think of others who don't look them in the eyes as liars." Nana said. Thomas slowly rose his head to take a look into the mare's eyes, "I wanted to ask, how do you get used to being so big around the tiny humans. I mean even being a small horse you just aren't built for everything. I have trouble trying to get into building that still have the old door knobs." Nana nodded, "I have the same problem with doorknobs but I found if I can't get a human to help. I bite on the handle and turn, once you get the door open then you can use hoof to keep it from closing again. It's complicated but when you do it enough times you get used to it." "That's all I got, I don't really know what else to ask." Thomas admitted. "I got a question." Cinnamon perked up. "Shoot." Nana said. "So are you familiar with JTRHNBR?" "Sounds like a sneeze." Nana answered honestly. Thomas snorted, "Don't you think that's a little rude to bring up?" Sally snorted, "Well I'm a little short for it but I think that's part of my appeal to the humans." "Is this some sort of sex position...?" Nana said. "JTRHNBR means, 'Just the right height, no bucket required.' It's a human term for animals that they don't need to stand on a bucket to bang. Even the farm hand where I live has to get a box before he gets started." "Surprised they don't need a crane. Most humans just have to squat to get between my legs." "Are we really talking about this?" Thomas interjected "Why not? We have a city girl here. She can give us all the fun details of the human's in the city. All of us know of the farm life, I think we could tell her a little bit about what we know." Cinnamon chuckled, "How about it, long face, let's gossip a bit?" Nana sighed and thought of the pay she was a receive when she put in her time, "Okay, let's gossip. But don't get me fired, alright?" "This is a therapy session so they can't use anything against you unless you tell us to go into a slaughter house or something like that." Cinnamon said. "Fat as you are? You can feed a family of ten." Sally chuckled. "At least I don't wait around colleges for frat parties so human's might take me to a hazing." Cinnamon said while pressed her head against the smaller goats head. "Break it up. I don't want you both to go back to jail." Thomas said before turning to meet Nana's gaze. "These two live at the same farm, it's a few miles down from where me and my boyfriend live. They grumble and fight all the time but they are friends." Thomas explained while moving over to the table. "Are you all in love with humans?" Nana asked. "I wouldn't say in love, I've been with my fair share. I still work as a dairy cow, since we get a lot of strapping farmhands at the dairy we just let them do what they like during the breaks." Cinnamon said with a wistful expression on her face. "It's a little different for me. While they guys just rampage over the fat cows, we goats don't get the same attention. I think they worry about messing with our milk so the farmhands won't touch us." Sally's word were laced with venom while glaring at her bovine companion. "It's different for me, I didn't come into my knowledge but I was a gift to my boyfriend before the uplift started to become more commonplace. We pretty much lived together, played together and I was the first stallion he read. I remember years of being close to him made my uplifting pretty convenient, we might get married some day." Thomas said trying to maintain his gaze with Nana. "Well I've never had a human. I've had a stallion before but it was over so fast I couldn't really say if I enjoyed it or not." It's was Nana's turn to feel a bit awkward. "Oh ho ho. Do you know why so many of us uplifts play outside of our species?" Sally said while giving Nana a playful headbutt to her side. "Because you get apples?" "No, but that does help! Stamina!" Sally giggled and started to skip around Nana. "The little blue nutjob isn't wrong. A bull gets on my back and humps for a few seconds then he is done." Cinnamon said as she slowly stepped around Nana until she was staring at the equine's rump. "Thomas, I need your expert opinion. Is this nice for a horse?" Thomas let out a yawn, he nervously stepped behind Nana. Nana looked over her shoulder at the gathering animals, Thomas could feel the discomfort radiating from her. "I don't think it's polite to the city folk to just have a bunch of folk staring at their back side." "She didn't say we couldn't." Sally said, "Plus it's not like she can exactly see back here." "It's fine, we might as well get to know one another..." Nana whinnied. "Long as you don't care. My boyfriend would probably lose his mind seeing this, I prefer the feeling of human touch but I wouldn't mind finding a mare built like yourself. A stallion my size would probably break your back." Thomas answered. "Thanks, I guess?" Nana turned around to face the group, "I think this is enough for today but please prepare some questions for me tomorrow. I'd rather be ready before my next sexual assault session. It's been a pleasure. I hope to see you all next week." Nana spent the rest of the day following Robert and learning about her job as his assistant. It was late in the day so she didn't get to meet many of the other doctors. She found that most of the staff treated her fairly but kept referring to her as equine-American rather than a horse. She would have to try to remember their terminology. Overall she stepped from the Saint Francis Mental Health Center with an upbeat canter as she slowly made her way back to the apartment. New York was pleasant to walk through this time of year long as a savvy equine avoid the breaks in the concrete. Nana finally made it home. She was thankful that the key card around her neck just unlocked the door as she approached, she stepped inside to find that the small apartment. The smell of beef soured her nose a bit as she searched around for her roommate. She found him sitting on the couch with a chocolate bar, the human was dressed only in his underwear and looking a little sour. "Do I even want to ask?" Nana said noticing that he was watching a rerun of some old show. "I got stood up and I waited for an hour. I'm done with online dating..." Brian grumbled before taking a bite out of the chocolate. "So you decided to drown yourself in food while eating chocolate. Should you get a bowl of ice cream to finish the cliche?" Nana teased before dragging over her own bean bag to lay near him. "Did your first day of work go well?" Brian said before reaching over his bag of comfort foods, he unwrapped a granola bar before lazily tossing it in front of Nana. "I got sexually harassed by my patients, I watched a human wrestle a panda into submission, and now I'm self-conscious about how my pussy looks. Still better than having a kid piss on my back." Nana sighed while chewing on the honey oat flavored bar. "I'm sure your meat slot looks like all the other horse meat slots." Brian snorted, "At least someone cared to look." "Can we not call it a meat slot? Bad enough I have to smell cow meat all over the apartment but you don't have to be snappy." Nana reprimanded. "Sorry, just been kinda outta sorts lately. Out of all the girls I've been trying to date, I'm not just competing with humans anymore. Remember that blonde who came over a month ago? I found out she is now dating a warthog." Brian whined while turning the channel to a documentary about soap. Nana grit her teeth to suppress a chuckle, "Why don't you try it? Maybe get a bitch or a sow, I've heard they are good partners and seem to be really popular." "I'm a bit afraid of dogs and a pig doesn't appeal to me. I mean I don't think I'm a bad looking guy. A little chubby, a little balding, but I don't think I'm losing out to a warthog ugly." Brian answered while stretching across the couch. "Well if it makes you feel any better, all of my patients seems to be overly interested in human men so... I guess the problem is on both sides." Nana commented. "What about you, I never see you trying to get a human or a horse." Brian said while getting up to pour himself a drink. Nana stood up from her beanbag to stool over to Brian, a small part of her wished that she was taller rather than coming up to the human's chest. She watched him get some water before moving to the faucet to the other basin so that she could drink. She finished her water before turning to Brian, her eyes locking with his in a defiant stare. "Can I ask you to look?" Nana said, "I just wanna know if it's weird or not." "Do I have to?" Brian squatted down as Nana turned around. She turned around while looking over her shoulder, she watched as he squatted to look at her butt. He placed a hand to stable himself, as he pulled her tail to the side. He stood there staring for a moment before chuckling to himself. "Does it look weird?" Nana said her tail swishing in nervousness. "It's dark brown, you have an asshole the size of my fist. I'm so glad that the bathroom is made for cattle and horses. I don't see any goblins, witches or ninjas. A little fur on there but nothing I wouldn't expect to see on any other horse." Brian chuckled while patting off a bit of white fur from her butt. "Would you be interested if I was just a mare you met on the street?" Nana asked. "I don't really know, I really like you as a roommate. I don't have to worry about you eating me in my sleep, you keep clean and I don't wanna make it weird by doing anything... well, weird." Brian answered before standing up and placing a hand on Nana's mane. "We are friends, you hay-eating fart box. You are normal other than being tiny for a horse, I wouldn't sweat it. You shouldn't really sweat it." Brian smiled. "So juuuust hypothetically speaking, if nothing changed other than we had sex from time to time, would you still be opposed to it? I mean you're balding, fat and pretty grumpy. I mean there isn't much going on with your date right?" Nana said, she leaned her head against Brian's leg as he scratched her. "Are you going to throw a fit if I don't?" Brian asked. "Yep. I'm going to stomp my hooves at night, I'm going to crop dust you when I pass by, and I'm gonna tell all the cows you are a meat eater." Nana teased while cantering playfully over the carpeted floor. "I don't know. I mean, I really, really, really don't want to make it weird." Brian said while moving over to wash out his glass. "I really, really, really won't make it weird." Nana turned and flicked her tail against Brian. "There would have to be rules. First, If I agree to this I want us to stay the same, the laughing and the joking. Second, if either one of us gets a lover this stops and we go back to being just roommates. Third, if you are uncomfortable with anything just tell me. If you can agree to this, I'll at least give it a shot." Brian's brow was knitted as he tried to organize his thoughts on anything that he may have missed. "I agree to all of that and would like to add another, if you think anything is weird about my body then you'll tell me. I mean I know a bit of what humans like but I'm not so sure." "I agree you overly paranoid slab of glue." Brian snorted. "Your fat ass couldn't even catch me to make me into glue." "Yeah but you are so clumsy you would probably run into a tree trying to get away." "Probably but.... Well...." Nana stuck out her tongue. Brian thumped her on the nose playfully, "I'm gonna take a shower." "Wait, we aren't gonna have sex?" Nana tilted her head in confusion. "Unlike all the uplifts humans like to be clean. You should probably take one too." Brian snickered. "You do know I take showers too, right?" Nana snorted before walking into the shower, she lightly kicked the door closed behind her. The shower took up most of the bathroom to accommodate a horse much larger than she was. The buttons on the floor controlled the shower temperature, she pressed the center button which pumped a little soap into the shower head. Nana felt the lukewarm water cascading down her mane, she struggled to avoid cantering as she turned around to allow the water to hit her rump and tail. When she was finished she stepped out of the shower and into a face full of towel. "Nuh-uh, you are not dripping water over the carpet. That's how we get mildew or something." Brian ran the towel over her body, patting her down with the towel. "I don't know why you don't just buy one of those drying fans?!" Nana fidgeted as she was pushed back in the bathroom. "Don't make me buy a riding crop instead!" Brian grumbled, "You have a job, you buy it." "Help I'm being discriminated against by a human. I'm calling the cops." "With what fingers?" Brian said while chuckling and leaving the towel on Nana's face. Nana shook her head trying to get the towel off but the water kept the towel pressed on her face, "Um... I can't get this off." "Oh noes. Welp, I'm gonna take a shower." Nana listened to Brian turn on the water and shower himself as she managed to shake her head enough to remove the washcloth, "You suck." "Maybe but at least we are both clean, so how you wanna do this, hay-breath?" "Well I haven't done this is a long time so how ever you want to do it?" Nana's ears swiveled around in nervousness as he dried himself off. "Anal?" Brian asked before giving a pat to Nana's rump, a small part of him wished that equine butts jiggled a little more. "I've never done it but I've heard with humans it doesn't hurt at all." "Ouch my pride, do animals always talk about sex and humans?" "I don't but I mean most animals are happy that all of you just stopped cutting us up on a whim. Except cows. Most cows really don't care for you, but I did meet a nice one today." The pair stepped out of the bathroom, Brian sat on the couch and spread his legs, "You wanna try oral then? I don't know how experienced you are." Nana didn't want to dignify that with an honest answer as she looked at the human penis in front of her, it reminded her of a small version of a naked mole rat from the documentaries. She placed her muzzle around his shaft, Nana was surprised when the shaft only had the salty taste of skin. Her tongue awkwardly slapped against his shaft as she looked up at him hoping for a little guidance, she wasn't sure if she was just making a fool of herself or doing a good job. "Suck on it..." Brian said while rubbing his hand through her mane. "I can't." Nana said pulling her muzzle from his crotch. "Why not." "I don't breath through my mouth, in the nose and out the nose. Mouth is a food only hole." Nana tilted her head, "You didn't know that?" Brian sighed, "Fiiiine. Turn around at least, I'll see what I can do with a vagina big enough to take a human arm." "I swear to god, if you try fisting me..." Nana warned before turning around. "Yeah, yeah. Shut up, I'm trying to be progressive and stuff." Brian said before placing his head behind Nana's rump. Nana kept her gaze on the television, a small part of her felt too nervous to look over her shoulder and see what her roommate was doing back there. She felt his tongue against her labia, it was a warm and foreign sensation. She spread her rear legs a little wider as he pressed his head against her body. The warmth of his tongue was something that stirred her body. She found herself snorting in pleasure as her ears flicked in response. A sudden jolt shot through her body as she whipped her head around, she didn't see him move any differently but she felt that jolt again. "What is that? You're doing something weird but it feels really good." Nana asked. Brian gave her a smug smiled before raising a hand, he wiggled his fingers before moving his hand behind her. Nana clenched her teeth as a wave of pleasure washed over her, she shuddered in pleasure. Brian didn't let up, his fingers danced around her entrance without ever going any deeper than a few inches but she couldn't help but feel at his mercy. Brian suppressed a snicker as Nana just lowered her head and focused, snorting loudly. Brian felt a little proud being able to drive the animal so wild with just a little rub on her clit. "Damn it...." Nana said as her folds clenched, her body shuddered and a thin line of fluid rolled down her rear legs. "A bit of a hair trigger." Brian laughed before wiping Nana's fluid over his own cock. "Apparently. Just be gentle if you are going up my butt." Nana said turning her head to glance at his shaft. It throbbed in anticipation but compared to a male horse he was lacking in length and girth. Brian nodded and stood up, his hips lined up with Nana's asshole almost like a lock and the key made for it. Brian rubbed his cock along the tight donut of muscle. Once the ring of black flesh was glistening with Nana's own fluids Brian placed his cock against her rump before applying pressure. Brian sank into the Nana with only slightly resistance, her ring of muscle gripped his cock pleasantly but widened out after a few inches. Brian pulled back slowly as Nana looked over her shoulder, her ears swiveled back and forth in silent contemplation. "Brian... while you are back there could you keep fingering me?" Nana said, the feeling in her asshole was strange but the slight burn was pleasant to her but didn't feel very... sexual. "Anal not doing it for you?" Brian asked while rocking his hips inside of her. "Not really but it doesn't hurt much, it's like a vet visit when they--" "Gimme a second I got an idea." Brian said before rushing to the bathroom. Nana stood still as the male washed himself off before strolling past her into his bedroom. He came back with a bottle of lube and a large silver thing that reminded her of an egg. Nana felt the cold touch of lubricated stainless steel being slid into her asshole, she turned around looking at him curiously. "Is that a dildo?" "Nope." Brian said before pressing the rubber button on the bottom of the vibrator, Nana's head immediately swiveled to to regard him. "It's a vibrator." Nana clenched her asshole down on the device, the vibrations felt even weirder than human cock but it was far more pleasant than the pumping. Nana felt his cock rubbing against her folds as she sighed, "Are you being extra gentle or somethin?" "I'm not usually in the business of fucking animals so yeah, I don't know what would hurt or what wouldn't." Brian grumbled. "Fuck me like you would a human, I'm trying to get off here. Not-Girlfriend, remember?" Nana grumbled. Brian rolled his eyes, his speed increased as he slammed his hips into the waiting mare. She was tighter than he expected as her labia gripped him just as comfortably as any human girl, she snorted loudly in response to his pumping. Brian used his fingers to stimulate her clit, the mare's body convulsed in response, Brian used every bit of his hands to manipulate her body as his other hand scratched long her back roughly. Nana let out a low sigh as the stimulation overwhelmed her, she could feel her knees getting weak as orgasm after orgasm hit her. A low moan reached Nana's ears as she felt the human's cock twitch inside of her folds, his hands worked madly to bring her to one last orgasm. Nana's nostrils flared as a she sighed, her orgasm was a silent affair but the rush pleasure washed over her like a wave. She clenched her muscles hard enough to squirt fluids over Brian's chest and belly, Nana was impressed by Brian's skill in the bedroom. "Are you good or should I keep going?" Brian said while sitting on the couch, his hands hovering near her rump. "If we keep going I'm going to die of dehydration, But..." Nana let the words trail off, they felt stupid in her head. "But what?" Brian asked while pulling in the vibrator out of her butt. "Well, spring is coming up soon and you know how last spring was. So I was wondering if you wouldn't mind taking care of me like this during my next heat." Nana asked. "Sure, it's a lot better that hearing your butt making wet smacking noises all through the house." Brian shrugged, "Had fun?" "I really didn't expect you to this good but I'm satisfied, I'm not going to be kissing your ass because you can get me off." Nana turn to see the absolute horror show of her beanbag covered in her own fluids. "My pillow..." Nana whined. "Have fun going to the cleaners." Brian said before Nana promptly turn around and rubbed her butt on the couch smearing one of the pillows. "Well I'm going to bed, I'll see you tomorrow." Nana said quickly. "Just gonna leave me with a jizz covered pillow and a nasty bag?" "I got work tomorrow, you can take care of that." Nana said. "I'm buying a riding crop tomorrow." Brian yelled out before Nana shut the door to her room. "Fuck you." Nana snorted through the closed door. "You just did and the evidence is all over my pillows!!" Brian grumbled tossing the pillow into the laundry basket. "Same time tomorrow?" Nana asked through the door. "In the bathroom, I can't have you just staining the floors. I wanna get this deposit back when we move." Brian said before stretching across the couch. Nana smiled to herself while laying on her bed, she looked forward to tomorrow as she closed her eyes.
  9. 2 points
    My own feelings on the subject. First, I never had social anxiety toward human interaction before in my life. I have it now, totally unrelated to my sexual preferences, and know what it does to a person. I tend to agree that it can be a reason folks, and I mean a LOT of folks, turn to the new popular choice of bestiality. Let's face it, there're a helluva lot more people out there fucking (or more often wishing they could fuck) an animal than there are people who care about the animal(s) they're fucking, or care so much they aren't fucking them at all. I don't (to be more on topic) agree that your (generalized "your") social anxiety causes or contributes to, or is caused by, your zoophilic beliefs. The days of looking at zoophilia as a disease are gone IMO, as that interpretation has always been wrong. Zoophilia itself is a bad word choice in my opinion because of this classic definition. Zoophilia is sometimes a choice, a belief, a feeling, an emotion. Bestiality is ALWAYS a choice. They have no medical causes, no mental side effects, and what you have is what you brought into it. I've felt this way, and expressed as such, for decades. Just research me a bit and you'll see that unchanged opinion since 1997 and my reasons behind it. I'd iterate them here but for fear of being called "long winded". On a side note, and not to derail this topic, I don't and never will get why folks MUST find a cause, an impetus, a reason for their "Zoophilia" other than that it just is. Yet we accept our non-human companions zoophilic tendencies and choices with-out any reason. It's no more 'normal' for them than for us after all. I know that's not what Cynolove is doing in the original post here, he's just thinking about possibilities, and to his thoughts I say, I doubt it is related at all. I do think it makes it more difficult for you to feel accepted by your peers, and I understand the reasoning behind your belief there might be a connection to your zoophilic beliefs. It may indeed spur your sex with your partner(s), but not your love for them. That comes from somewhere deep inside you that needs no justification. sw
  10. 2 points
    I have some thoughts about this because I have noticed a good percentage of zoos who are on the spectrum, myself included. At least from what I've seen, it seems to be a higher percent than the general population. I think there are a few possibilities. First is that there is something about autistic people that predisposes them to zoophilia. Many people with autism have social anxiety and many connect more to/are more interested in animals than people. It doesn't seem like a big stretch for that to carry into sexual feelings once they develop, which is personally what it seems like happened with me. Secondly I've noticed autistic people seem to be more likely than the general population to be lgbt, kinky, or otherwise be open about alternative sexual identities and sexual practices. There are a few places this might stem from including a lack of connection to or apathy towards social norms leading to more openness towards exploring and embracing alternative sexual identities. Lastly are the attempts to explain why there might not actually be a link. It's possible that the platforms people tend to discuss zoophilia on are especially appealing to people with autism and/or social anxiety. It's also possible that autistic zoophiles are more likely to be open about it/seek out social interaction based upon it than non-autistic zoophiles. It's also possible autistic zoophiles are less likely to suppress their feelings and more likely to form an identity around them. Personally I think there is a link. I know that's a statement that'll be unpopular in both autism and zoophile circles, but whatever.
  11. 2 points
    "...no fear of being let down or judged..." is more often than not the only "reason" to "become" a "zoo" for many. But for me, this is similar to becoming gay because you hate of feel uncomfortable with women (or a lesbian if you hate/feel uncomfortable with men). In my opinion, animals are often used as easy to manage and non demanding fallbacks by people who have trust issues, psychological/mental issues etc. One fairly prominent example of this special form of "zoophilia" is George Willard a.k.a. Mark Matthews a.k.a. "The horseman". In his book, Willard offers us insight into the mind of a very obvious misogynic man that keeps a pony in his garage so he can get his rocks off whenever his wife isn´t in the mood...Willard also included this "animals don´t judge you and are easier to deal with" phrase in his book and anyone who endured reading through this bullshit bible will quite effortlessly draw the same conclusions as I did back then when the book came out...during reading, my feelings of "This guy isn´t even close to what it means to be a zoophile" exponentially increased. I never experienced similar thoughts, I never expected a relationship to be solely for my needs as Willard and all the "substitute zoos" obviously do. Relationships are an investment of feelings, expectations and emotions...but like in every other investment, you can "lose the bet". It is exactly this "angst" of being hurt that drives these individuals towards "zoophilia" . Lack of control, having to deal with another person with different needs and ideas, dissent, having to give rather that take, having to abstain from some things...all of that are pretty idiotic "reasons" to turn towards animals. The "love" these people feel is basically self love. Real love hurts...and it always carries the potential to get hurt emotionally. When I was young, just realising my sexual orientation when I was 15/16, I martyred myself with this question. I kept questioning myself whether my orientation is a result of enormous sympathy for horses or the result of antipathy for women/humans/society/whatever or fear of getting emotionally hurt in a relationship. Today, I still cannot answer this question fully, but I found out I don´t have issues with women and I don´t fear the downsides of a relationship. It isn´t that what keeps me from women, it´s just that I am not at all interested in mating with a female human. I can have friendships with women, some of them even very deep ones, but when it comes to the "highest level" of friendship where sexuality is a vital part of it, I´m just not interested. It just feels wrong to me. And btw, the notion that relationships with animals are unproblematic is so blatantly wrong in itself and is only sustained by the vast ignorance many "zoos" sport in regards of animal behaviour. It surely is easier to turn a blind eye to the needs and personality of an animal, especially when these animals are the most domesticated ones mankind has produced. It basically all boils down to that simple question: Are you really interested in your animal or are you just interested in what this animal can provide you with? How much are you willing to give for your animal? And how much of that would be left if your animal would deny you any sex from now on? Each and every zoophile has to do some introspection in himself to answer these questions..that is, if he really wants to find out whether he really is a zoo or not. Ending up in "zoophilia" only because you flee proper human relationships that demand you to give in to your human partner in some extend is NOT zoophilia. This is egotism and choosing the path with the least resistance to get laid, none more and none less. "...I´m not allowed to be myself..." No, just no. What you aren´t allowed is to have sex with an animal. And what you "aren´t allowed" either is openly promoting your sex life in public. You still can learn to remain silent about your PRIVATE life and no one will ever care about what you do when you´re home alone with your animal. If the animal does not show any behavioural changes or injuries, chances are pretty high no one will give a shit about you being a practicing zoophile in your entire life. "Silentium aurum est"...silence is golden. This proverb maybe is the most fitting for zoophiles and basically every conflict we zoos have with society is based on a violation of this fundamental proverb´s advice. May I remind you that there was a time BEFORE the Enumclaw incident when nobody, not even the authorities cared too much about people fucking animals? Only the worst idiots were caught, those who seem to be incapable even spelling "self protection" and "reasonable and moderate behaviour"...I can only stress how much of the current hostile situation we found ourselves in has been our own fault by failing to self moderate us and our entire scene. Society isn´t as bad as we like to portray it, isn´t sporting an "inherited hate" for zoophiles...much of the hostility we face today was well earned by all the sick and distorted stuff that made it into the headlines and is currently displayed by animal pornography. We zoos never managed to disconnect from the fetishists and perverts and so we´re thrown into the same drawer with them...and if someone like me appears to voice out how inefficient and moronic , how onesided and egotistical our ideas, expectations and demands are, he´s branded a looney, a hater or a "Nestbeschmutzer" (defiler of the nest) instead. Criticism isn´t appreciated in our circles, the trenches have been dug deep on both sides of the frontline, the "us versus them" mentality has prevailed...and also brought us to this exact point in history, with worldwide bans of "zoophilia". I can only report what I´ve experienced in more than 22 years of living with my Hannover mare in several public boarding stables..people aren´t as hostile as it often is said in our community. People knew or at least suspected that my mare and me were a genuine couple everywhere we were. But I never had to go through a witchhunt or experienced direct opposition. No one threw me under the bus for my sexuality. But I kept it out of their sight, I have to add. I am very much aware of how traumatising it can be for Joe Average to discover that this guy over there sleeps with his mare..I always thought that tolerance has to be mutual to work out. As much as I wanted to be tolerated (not to be mistaken for what most people think it means..."tolerare" is Latin for "to endure something you aren´t content with" rather than "I expect a pat on the shoulder for being an animal fucker"), I also understood that I had to be tolerant in regards of NOT forcefully confronting "normal" people with my sexuality. My life in these boarding stables was some kind of a mutual agreement of silence..."If you keep your weird stuff to yourself and moderate, we won´t talk about it". So, my advice for you would be: Keep your sexuality to yourself. No one needs to know what you´re doing in your bedroom as long as it isn´t negatively influencing your animal. Have some respect for society that still recovers from the LGBT movement´s changes brought into society. You can only bend structures in a certain amount before they break..and much of the backlash, the antis , the laws and everything stems from denying this simple fact. You cannot teach by word, you have to teach by example. Just be a moderate, mentally stable, reasonable, responsible and caring genuine zoophile, that absolutely suffices to influence society. Quit the drama queen bs and live your life the best way possible instead of constantly complaining about "unjust society"...and even if you don´t leave a mark, you at least have lived a pleasant life with your animal. That´s what counts in the end. Don´t complain, live. Your time is limited and so is the time of your animal. Are you really gonna waste it in fighting for a lost cause ("zoophile rights") that will mostly benefit those among us who will inevitably abuse these "rights" to make a happy buck with animals (animal porn), those who are just in it for quick and easy access to "horse cunts" and "dog dicks"? Seen in the light of objectivity, all these laws against "zoophilia" affect the real zoos the least and the most despicable ones the most. And if just one animal is spared from a "zoo" asshole blatantly abusing it by the "unjust" laws, I´m absolutely willing and prepared to live with the increased danger for my mares and myself. Zoophilia should always put the animals first, even if that means remaining calm when laws against "zoophilia" are installed worldwide. If every zoo would finally learn to stand by themselves and what they are without that stupid drama and the urge to tell the world that they like to fuck with animals, we´d be several steps ahead. You have to justify your deeds solely for yourself, so let´s stop this fishing for assurement once and for all. True love will prevail.And until that happens, keep yourself and your animal safe at all costs, even if this means to be condemned to a life of silence. In the end, this is the most benefitting choice, compared to the fuss all these "zoo rights activists" have made in the past...massively contributing to the current situation. Silentium aurum est.
  12. 2 points
    Not whole website, but interesting long interview, at least for me. http://nymag.com/scienceofus/2014/11/what-its-like-to-date-a-horse.html I think this one summarizes well love as ..art of being sensitive in everyday life? Also, there is final paragraph, saying.. https://orionmagazine.org/article/a-mind-in-the-water/ I like to turn this statement on its head, in sense ..what if many currently assumed to be non-sapient animals get some kind of artificial communication system? Not exactly telepathic, but working around their current limitations in making (inventing!) useful in everyday life language? I tend to be subscribed to view many so-called non-human animals lack I/O, not 'cognitive processing power', or more accurately they forced to live truely by their own mind, unable to 1) invent (! ever tried to INVENT system for expressing your thoughts..without any language as base??? ) 2) share with others (even std. language as humans use it tend to become very rigid on some complex aspects, until someone creates/modifies it for talking about something complex and deep, as life, for example) 3) use for everyday tasks/life without too big trouble , complex enough communication system ... There is of course my favourite dolphin remark (article itself a bit old, and as always, complex problem can't be accurately described in just few pages): Ha, ha...interesting idea, giving dolphins non-toy submarine to 'play' (haha) with..But seriously, of course humans (at least those assuming they are in control) will not give anything serious for non-humans, and any machinery currently require humans to build and repair it (so, it can be easily turned off). But may be if current human civ will survive long enough for developing wireless "mind reading" (brain/machine interface) for truely everyone (like today everyone has computer of some sort ...few can program their computers in truely arbitrary new ways ...) things will become interesting for one more time ....
  13. 2 points
    I don't know if this will be of use, but at another forum, a similar situation was presented under the title "How Does A Zoo Deal With The Death Of Their Animal, How?". This was the answer I gave, itself a re-presenting of my reply to an even earlier post: -------------------------------------------- I had addressed the situation in a reply to another post, a poll, titled "Where Are Your Zoo Scars?" But that thread is several pages away now. Here is that reply: "Where Are Your Zoo Scars?, Where's your animal lover left his mark?" A small one on my forearm, where a dear partner and I during oral contact, lost balance and I caught a claw. She was unharmed. That was decades ago, and the pale scar has almost completely faded away. But as said by others before, the largest, deepest, most persistent, most painful, and most crippling scars are in the mind, aka, the "heart". She died of age, and that scar of her death is and will always be far deeper and more present than all the scars and debilitations of all the physical wounds I have received over my sixty years. The same with all the others in my life that have fallen to the ravages of time. And it goes beyond the cardiac metaphor also. Recent medical studies have confirmed what many have long felt or known, that the stresses of loss, mourning, and grief can cause actual physical damage to your heart, your immune system, your mental health, and possibly other physiological systems and functions as well. In that respect, in extreme cases or with a pre-existing condition, people can actually die from a "broken heart". The damage from these losses can never be wholly undone, the hole never filled, and the place they held in us never rebuilt. The best we can do - and MUST do - is to build a NEW place in ourselves for a new love, never tearing down or "replacing" the old places, but having for them a brand-new place in your life, uniquely their own. Never forget your lost loves. But do not let those losses shut the doors to new love. Resident Hyaena ^..^
  14. 2 points
    No, this is something that you will be forced to deal with more than once in your life so asking others that have already dealt with it in their own life is the right thing to do. Knowing that a soulmate is living somewhere without you makes it a special kind of pain but losing canine lovers is inevitable. No matter how perfect everything else is, they just don't live as long as we do. Start by asking the dog you are with what he wants. He is young and not burdened by all of the history that humans carry around with them. Follow his lead in the relationship. He will want what makes you happiest so his advice will be the best for you on a larger scale (Look out for his opinions on food and such).
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  16. 2 points
    I build and wear fursuits. Lots of fun to be had with that! My best/fave suit so far is a large breed dog. Art is a hobby for me, and one that I do make money with. I've posted some of my zoo-centered work to other zoo forums before. I specialize in furry art and have started dabbling more seriously in anatomical illustration. I've also just started to get back into writing, working on short spooky stories and drafting for a larger project. I'm trying to get into obedience training. Currently I'm at a very beginner level and my dog and I can't go to any classes yet due to his behavior issues.
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  18. 1 point
    They call it: 'Backing dat ass up', I believe.
  19. 1 point
    @Vermillion I feel sorry that you've never been able to feel love; it really is a beautiful feeling, your missing out on OK before I continue I will say that I am a zoophile/zoosexual, I love animals and also have sexual attractions to them.. As for the "morality" of "zoos" I have to say this; it's gonna stir up the pot; maybe even piss certain people off; but it needs to be said though; here we go.. The idea that people who have sex with animals without romantic attachment are somehow a lesser person; or morally wrong is a flawed way of thinking; let me ask these questions.. Do these "beasties" cause harm to an animal buy not falling in romantic love with them?? Why are people comparing human views of relationships to animals?? Does the animal care about monagomus relationships or have a human way of thinking about relationships?? Do animals relate sexual feelings to love???? Have you not ever had sex for the fun of it without any attachments??? How can we expect to gain acceptance if we can't even accept the other majority of us that has sex with animals? A majority which isn't really much different from us... Another question; does a "beastie" having consenual sex cause harm to an animal??? In order for something to be "morally wrong" shouldn't it entitle being harmful?? Implying human idealism on an animal is the whole issue here; they are not human; You really think that lack of romantic feelings would stop an animal from Mating and enjoy the experience?? Now don't get me wrong I believe animals do love; but they do not love in the same way we do.. and they do not relate sex with love; or have a monagomus way of loving.. Yes your animal may show romantic love towards you but do you think they would stay faithful if the neighbors horse/dog went into heat down the road??? No because animals act out of instinct and opportunistict behaviors; a trait which was lost in humans along the way; and if someone does posses these traits and has sex without a connection it's considered "morally wrong" no it's flawed morality; it's ego at its finest; it's somehow I'm better than you even though our sexuality is the same..
  20. 1 point
    For those who say laws banning sex with animals should remain in place: These laws are not about protecting animals from harm -- they are about protecting "morality". Animal cruelty laws (laws which already exist) should be used to prosecute those who harm animals -- and for that reason, a law banning all sex with animals is not required. Laws which ban all sex with animals wrongfully punish anyone who has sex with an animal, whether abuse is involved or not. Acceptance by the public wouldn't directly affect a zoo -- but if society were more accepting, it would make it more likely that these laws would be repealed, which would mean not having to worry about the authorities and the things they could do to screw one's life up.
  21. 1 point
    Several of the zoonoses on the list shouldn't be there, IMO. While they are indeed zoonoses, only the first 3 are sexual, the rest are just typical zoonoses one can get from drinking improperly filtered water. I think the folks of Milwuakee WI, Flint MI, and many other places, would be surprised to discover that cryptosporidium was a disease assosciated with bestiality.
  22. 1 point
    True that....losing my soulmate, my partner that accompanied me for 22 years of my life was what led me closest to a depressive state of mind. I´ve never had any problems from keeping my mouth shut about my special relation to horses, but when I was lying beside my partner´s dead body, when I prepared her for the incinerator, this was a huge blow to my inner balance. My mare´s ashes I keep in a urn and everytime I walk by the little "altar" I built for her, with pictures of her, with her last set of horseshoes, with her saddle and all her other stuff, I suddenly experience a "microdepression", lasting for a couple of seconds. Her death severely kicked me off the rails for months and even today, with four mares I own and one of them being a very gentle, loveable and sweet partner, I still feel this void in me whenever I walk by that urn. I´d happily endure some inconveniences of not being able to openly tell everyone about my orientation if that could bring her back to me....
  23. 1 point
    http://oedb.org/ilibrarian/150-writing-resources/ A good list of general resources http://www.writersdigest.com/ http://www.cws.illinois.edu/workshop/writers/ Please add links here as you find them. sw
  24. 1 point
    I wouldn't pass up this hurt for anything, though it tried to take my life. It means I loved, and loved deeply... sw
  25. 1 point
    When I give, I use to give plenty...just ask my mare...;)
  26. 1 point
    Quite the contrary, it's an example from my own life. I noticed a tiny bump in my first bitch and fretted about what to do, whether it was anything to really worry about, and how I could manage to get my vet to find it. It took a lot of time and repeated visits to get the vet to do a thorough examination to find it, but by then it was much worse. I find it interesting that your best defense of these laws is to point out that they're so easy for you to avoid, that you couldn't possibly ever get caught, or that the penalties for you aren't very severe. If you were to attempt to answer some of the questions posed, you would know that I addressed this specifically. I'll reitterate it again. I do not suppport your "free zoophilia" idea, never have and have pointed this out to you on several occasions. Had you read my earlier replies, you'd know that I even addressed the point about abuse. You have the annoying tendency to ignore everything said and instead just beatup a strawman you dragged in. Ok, since you appear to have difficulty with this, let me see if I can explain it in a manner which you can understand. If a law is created which focuses on a sexual action and is applied *no matter if there is harm or not*, then that law is about controlling sexual expression and not about animal welfare, since it doesn't matter if the animal is harmed or not. Maybe things work differently in Germany, but pretty much everywhere else this would be an extension of the old sodomy laws. In this case, why does sex even matter? You accept there's no harm from it, but yet you continue focusing on the sex instead of neglect and abuse. In this one example you destroy your own position. I think in such a case we should do exactly the same as in any other case, that it should be examined not from a sexual angle but from a neglect/abuse angle. What if in your example, the person doesn't ever have sex with the animal, is the neglect suddenly A-OK because at least they aren't fucking it? That's the whole point, your focus on sex narrows your view so that you don't even see any other abuse. Saying it does not make it true, I have yet to see any evidence that this is based on anything *BUT* your own ego. And in this entire thread, you're the only one who's even hinted at the idea of "free zoophilia", whatever that means. Here's a hint, when you resort to arguing against something nobody else in the conversation has even said, chances are you're fighting a strawman. If you go through this thread and see, you'll find that you've been asked several direct questions by myself and others. Why is it you've not attempted responding to those, but instead keep up with your strawman attacks? Is it because deep down you know your argument is flawed but your ego just can't accept it? Again, the only one constantly nagging about "zoo freedom" has been you. So you're saying it's A-OK for an action which you accept as non harmful to be illegal because some people who engage in that action commit some other, unrelated crime of abuse? Furthermore, you accept that abuse happens even when sex isn't involved, but that abuse doesn't matter because those people aren't engaging in the action you accept as non-harmful? All of this just to try and stop some people from engaging in an action which you accept as non-harmful. Did you even think about this before you started typing? Here's a clue, focus on harm and you get those comitting abuse while not harassing those not comitting abuse. Focusing on sex instead of abuse makes it clear that your issue isn't about abuse, you've already demonstrated you don't really care about abuse, but rather you're offended about the sex. Your last sentence here makes that 100% clear, you're railing against people who you think are "adventurous and irresponsible" who you think might "give zoophilia a try", no concern there about abuse whatsoever.
  27. 1 point
    Now you have me addicted, and I need more, you hear, more------
  28. 1 point
    If someone happens to trespass and observe you, you would stand to lose everything and spend several years in prison for doing something where there is no harm. If your mare had an accident which required immediate veterinary care, you risk being discovered and again, losing everything and your freedom for....wait for it....doing the right thing and putting your mare's health above all else. What happens when you discover a lump in your mare's vagina which if dealt with early wouldn't be a problem, but if left until a vet could readily find it would be catastrophic, how do you explain to the vet that it's there without again, risking everything? Why should society tolerate laws which are discriminatory and unjust? If the intent is to prevent harm, shouldn't the laws focus on actual harm? The priniples which have guided most modern governments state these types of laws shouldn't exist, but yet they persist. Worse still when these laws are pushed as animal welfare laws because in almost every case they don't improve animal welfare in the slightest, but only serve to resurrect old sodomy laws. You think I hadn't considered that? Again, that's evidence that it's more visible, but not evidence that it's on the rise. In 1953 there were absolutely zero "hookup posts" on bestiality sites, does that mean bestiality didn't exist before the internet? Don't mistake anecdote for evidence. To make an analogy, I hang out on some machinist forums. I see a lot of people looking for equipment so they too can start making things out of metal. Does that mean machining is on the rise, or that it might seem that way because of selection bias?
  29. 1 point
    My favorite is "I rather be screwed than stewed" and I might add "especially if I get an orgasm out of the deal".
  30. 1 point
    Sadly it's a common misconception that autism is an mental illness, when it's actually a neurodevelopmental disorder; which in layman's terms means that a person with autism has a difference in the way thier brain developed compared to non-autistic people. Autistism isn't a sickness, some people with autism are actually found to have abnormally high IQs.. however there is social and psychological drawbacks that come with autism, people with autism are different not mentally ill though, I hate hearing people say that autism is an illness and people with it are somehow a lesser being, I've heard it all my life and it's not true..
  31. 1 point
    Lots of dogs I have experience with who were not even abused don't like hugs or cuddling. Of course it depends on the individual but as a whole dogs don't usually like hugs or cuddling where we put our arms around them/etc. When dogs communicate with each other, when they put forelegs on another dog it's usually an aggressive or threatening signal, so a lot of dogs are wired to interpret similar actions from humans as a threat or something that makes them nervous. In my experience most dogs also just don't like having their personal space invaded that much. I cuddle with my dog and cat how it's more natural to them, letting them lie down against me or press their bodies against mine. Most animals seem much more comfortable with that than hugs. If your dog doesn't enjoy hugs, cuddles, or having you in his "personal space bubble," maybe try letting him show affection in his own way. My best friend's dog doesn't like lots of physical affection but he shows he cares about her in other dog ways.
  32. 1 point
    Most of my dogs have been quite cuddly except for one, who never sought out affection. If I attempted to cuddle him, he seemed to be embarrassed more than anything else. If I persisted, he would wriggle free, stand a short distance away and stare at me. He was a rescue of unknown history; he was found wandering city streets. I had another one who would be extremely affectionate for 10-15 minutes at a specific time each evening and was pretty much uninterested the rest of the time. I never did figure that one out. There didn't appear to be any triggers for it that I could find. He would let me pet him or whatever anytime, but didn't really get into it except at his special time. Another time I had The Corgi from Hell. He could be in the middle of committing the most awful sort of mischief, but I could pick him up and hold him and he would become a cuddly little angel! That one had been through about three or four homes before I got him, so who knows what had happened to him.
  33. 1 point
    To set the record straight folks, I locked ONE topic due to personal insults, one for violation of the Human/ Animal porn rule, and one as possible spam until it was confirmed as such since the beginning of this forum. I've deleted several posts, all human porn spam, and banned 1 user as a spammer. Not a bad record even with a low membership number. The rules here are quite liberal in my opinion as well. I've made one stupid threat in my time here as well. We all screw up folks, and I did there. NO-ONE however asked me to review that decision by PM. This is indeed my forum, and my decision as to what is and isn't continued in debate here or when a debate has progressed to circular argument or personal attacks. My decision can always be appealed though, to a point. That's why there is a PM system in my opinion. Like I said, we ALL make mistakes. Lastly, the only way to not have a topic debated is to not post it, and that in my opinion would be a loss to the forum. Debates should however be kept on topic as much as possible. I've reviewed this thread, as I do ALL threads here, and see no problems with it, though I do see some straying in replies. A good topic, and some interesting answers to it. Please continue... sw
  34. 1 point
    Well sorry I took it the wrong way when you sad all zoos need to ask themselves those questions, in a sense you were referring to me... Also I'm not trying to prove anything here man, it was just a thought, and it's not like any non zoo even comes to this site so lighten up dude.. Reading through that didn't stress me at all, if anything I'm just dumbfounded by the arrogance in the whole speech, and now you wanna suggest that I have no patience with my animal, you don't even know me, your being rather rude dude
  35. 1 point
    Yeh, sometimes it really is simple. My final convincer was being in bed, balls deep in a woman, and I couldn't cum unless I closed my eyes and imagined she was an animal. @ 30-30, How do Spink and Pepe fit into this grand plan of yours?
  36. 1 point
    To answer your questions 30-30 yes I am interested in my animal, hes my best friend, I would give the food of my plate and go hungry if it came down to it, we may no be in love but our relationship is just beginning.. as for sex hes tried and I've turned it down, for a couple reasons, so ya nothing will change if we dont have sex as my feelings for him are more profound than that.. Jeez I say one darn thing and it deserves a 12 paragraph of a rant àbout fallbacks, the law and questioning wether I'm a true zoo or not??? Not trying to be rude but you seem to be harboring alot of irritation or something lol
  37. 1 point
    This is a story of my love for a magnificent and beautiful White Rottweiler, before I begin I'd like to say that this will not contain any mention of sexual activities, this is purely a true story about my love for him and how it came to be... It began several years ago, I meet him as a puppy, he was a friends dog, so unique, everything about him, from his personality to how he looked.. I'd never seen a dog that looked like him before; he was pure white with very faint black spots, but with a Rottweiler face, although he had a white stripe that ran down his forehead that differed him from other Rotties.. I was introduced to him and he greeted me with so much enthusiasm, from the first time I looked into his mystical hazel colored eyes, I felt something, a connection, i can't describe it, there is no word to really.. From that day, I didn't see him again for quite some time, his owner was busy working, and he left my mind, it's hard to believe someone I love so much now was so easy to forget about.. A year or so passed and odds ended up that I moved into my friends place; I had forgotten about his beautiful dog, I steped foot into the house and was greeted by him, he was no longer a pup but close to fully grown dog.. At first he seemed unsure about me being there, but as time passed by we started to bond.. After a couple weeks he barely ever left my side, he loved the attention I was giving him, I'd spend hours petting him, worshipping him, I practically made everything I did revolve around him.. He had his ways of asking for attention, he would sit at my feet and put his paw on my knee.. and stare at me with this look in his eyes.. of course I'd always give him attention when he asked.. He was making me truly happy just being there with me, anytime I'd watch TV he'd be up in my lap, I know a big dog like that's not a lap dog, but he thought he was, and I was alright with that.. I loved the attention he was showing; the fact that he liked me so much. I'd sit there for hours scratching behind his ears, completely relaxed, it seemed everything else melted away in those moments.. One day my friend said he was going out of town, to go visit some people, and I said I'd stay there, that I didn't mind staying behind.. so he took off.. it was just me and his dog alone for the weekend.. The day progressed as normal, I took off and made some money, after a couple hours work I got back to a overly excited dog greeting me at the door.. he had a docked tail so he wagged his whole back end when he got excited.. I got down on my knees to his level, and asked him if he missed me, I looked into his eyes, and he stared right back, his pupils growing big, he licked my face once, and then started licking more, we started to kiss and at that moment I stared right back into his eyes and the realization hit me, my body felt tingly, and I had a fluttering feeling in my stomach.. I realized that I was starting to fall for him.. That night we were laying on the couch, he was cuddled up next to me, on his back and I was giving him a belly rub, and just petting him until he feel asleep, as soon as he drifted off to sleep, I wrapped my arms around him and fell asleep with my face rested against the fur of his neck.. I woke up the next morning to him still in my arms, giving me kisses, he's the only dog that woke me up to kisses everytime we got to cuddle together.. it's crazy how much detail I remember of the time we spent together, but I wouldn't be able to forget it.. it was the happiest moments of my life.. I took him outside and started to run around with him... We spent hours playing that morning, eventually both of us were wore out so we went back inside.. as soon as I sat down he was right in my lap, rubbing his forehead against my chest.. I kissed the top of his forehead and held him close.. He done this quite frequently, it's hard to describe, but in those moments when he rested his head against me, rubbing into me, I could feel almost an energy.. like I could pick up on his feelings of love for me, that's one feeling I've never noticed with anyone before.. Days passed of us being alone and his owner returned.. we talked for a little bit him telling me how his weekend went, and then he asked me if his dog was well behaved.. I said of course, he's a great dog.. Months passed by and we got even closer, I was beginning to realize that I didn't want to ever loose what we had, but not all stories have a happy ending.. I ended up having to move, and we no longer were around each other everyday.. Our bond never went away, he is still crazy about me to this day, but day in and out for the past 3 years, I've missed him, I see him occasionally but it's not enough.. You may say 3 years is a long time to continue to want to be with someone that you can't be with, but truth is I will never stop loving this beautiful dog.... I may go more in-depth about our relationship at some other time but for now this is my story of us falling in love..
  38. 1 point
    I love the expressive eyes of a dog and how perfect the general canine build is. Aesthetically a large, pointy-eared, mixed-breed dog is just about perfect. And yeah, the male sheath helps complete that picture. What makes the look of a four-legged carnivorous furry beast more attractive to me than anything else? I'm not really sure.
  39. 1 point
    Standard Warning About this Story Containing Zoo Sex! Anthro and Non-Anthro! Copyright by Ramseys 2017 I hope you all enjoy For needed background, please read 'The Goat Farm' 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 first. The Goat Farm 7 The arrival of Bobby The opening of the Country Club went very well. Sally, the general manager, was pleased with all the new members. Especially one, a Mr. Simon. He paid ten times the normal membership fee, earning him a spot on the 'Board of Trusties'. While the 'board' really didn't have any control of the Country Club, per-say.... They did make recommendations on events and new members. Mr. Simon rarely recommended someone not be allowed in. When he did, Ollie North the head of security, soon found out the reason why, and agreed with the human. Sally knew the real reason for the largess from a CFO of a major Biomedical company, was so he would have a reason to spend lots of his free time here at the club, and be around Nora, one of the island goats that worked here, and of course Betty, the natural goat doe, that he so thoroughly shagged on his first visit. ______________________________________________________ In that same board room, where the trusties met, now sat three island animals. Sally and Ollie North.... The third was a vary large and quite imposing island boar. Ollie now knew why all the doors were so wide. As soon as the Security 'roo had proclaimed the room to be sealed and 'bug proof', Dr. Frederick Sus Linnaeus lost his thick German accent and said, "Good, now as you know I'm doing research for the Island Front Office...." Sow and 'Roo looked at one another and blinked. Turning back to the heavily tusked and grinning Duroc boar, who explained... "Being around humans, I've found that a psychologists with a heavy German accent was listened to more closely then one speaking plain old English". "I'll be talking to Mr. Davis about his research with the 'SSD' later." The boar paused to flip open a folder on the table before him. "I was wanting to ask you two about the humans you've hired...." Looking down at the page. "Or acquired".... "We've noted certain 'patterns', in other facilities, that seem to be starting here as well". Sally and Ollie both looked confused. The massive hog nodded at the confused looks. "Yes well, we've noted that a certain trait in some of the humans that are drawn here. Your country club is unique in that not only do you attract humans looking for employment, but for recreation as well". Shifting to the next page... "Your Mr. Simon is one example. A human, who up until coming to the country club, had severely repressed his desired to copulate with goats. And there's your driver, Jeff Scott, while he didn't have any discernable history in wanting to be with Island Animals, other then an encounter with six Island Animals while in high school". Again looking down at some information on the page in front of him. "Where he showed a great deal of interest in the hands and body's of the ambassadors. Enough so, that it was deemed worth while to include it in a report at the end of the 'meet and greet' session". The security kangaroo's face lit up... "I saw that notation when I did a security search on him". Frederick nodded and made a note on the page. "Excellent, it's just this sort of thing that helps build profiles of potential allies. Although I was a bit surprised to see that within a month of his hire, that he was found having sexual congress with a feral sow...." With a bit of a smirk, he added under his breath. "Not there's anything wrong with shagging a feral sow". "Well in all fairness," Sally spoke up, "He was 'lead down the garden path', as it were. Molly made sure that Soffie was in the front of the pen when Jeff would be going past, and to suggest that he could enter the pen so he could pet her. So other then just handing him a bottle of lube and telling him to go at it, she really made sure the human had every opportunity of creating a bond with the sow, once she saw he had an interest in her". "You are sort of making my point for me".... The massive hog shifted in his lift cart, making it creak. "Here's an example of someone coming here, and while they were not consciously seeking sex with animals, something in his un-conscious mind that made him agree to come work for Island Animals... Something he had little or no experience with, other then a brief encounter back in high school". Shifting back a page... "And while we knew Mr. Simon liked goats a lot, as evidenced by the art and statues in his office. Also his yearly trips to the fair to watch the goat judging.... By the way, unless you are a goat rancher, is like watching paint dry... We really didn't have any proof that he was thinking of goats in a sexual way, other then a few fragments found on a hidden flash drive... And also in a similar manor to your driver, Simon's first non-human sexual partner, was a feral animal... That is something that makes us in psychology, sit up and take notice". Ollie had been sitting listening carefully to what the doctor was say, but couldn't see where this was going.... "So all this means..... what"? The big 'roo had tilted his head in typical kangaroo fashion, making both ears flop to one side. "This leads us to think that the percentage of human workers and club members seeking sex with the feral livestock may be higher then we anticipated... We knew that the, 'Farm Encounter' area might attract older age members that perhaps grew up on farms and would want to re-live some experiences from their youth... But now, the first two sexual events in your barn is with two humans that had no 'youthfully experiences' to 're-live'.... I'm beginning to think you're going to need a bigger barn". Ollie had to suppress a giggle, which drew a sharp look from Sally. "Ahhh.... Another movie buff I see". Dr. Frederick said in his fake German accent. The kangaroo leaned closer to a perplexed Sally and explained, "Line from the movie Jaws". __________________________________________________ Jeff's phone chimed. Taking it from his pocket, swiped the screen... "They looking for you"? The question came from a man that looked to be twenty years older then the country club driver. They both stood in the shade of the loading dock, watching a large dog, with legs too short and ears too long, gallivant around the small patch of grass. Nose to the ground and tail wagging furiously. "No... Just a lunch invite" Jeff gestured towards the obviously happy bitch. "What's with you truckers and Bassets Hounds"? They watched the dog take off to sniff at a different patch of grass. "I mean you're the third trucker that's been here with a basset". "Well I don't know about the other truckers.... I have a good friend that was raising 'em... Messy divorce... Anyway I ended up the with one of the younger bitches... He said she'd only had one litter pups". The young Texan looked closer at the animal, that was finally showing signs of slowing down.... Good thing, if that tongue was panted out any longer, she'd be tripping over it.... Being so close to the ground he hadn't notice the pronounced nipples, a sure sign of bearing a litter.... And a fairly swollen mound at the back.... Jeff's 'zoo-dar' just went off... Well that's what Cory called it. He just nodded to himself and thought. 'Either she's in big time heat, or he's keeping that twat well stretched'... Just then 'Ginger' came up and stuck her face in a large bowl of cool water that had been placed on the ground for her. Followed by a long session of wet slurping sounds. "Well I need to head to that luncheon thing... Whatever... They like showing off their token human to VIPs". Looking down at the slumbering bitch he said. "You two can hang out here in the shade as long as you want... There won't be any goats coming back here today... And I'll let security know you're ok to be here". "Well thank you", the long haul trucker stuck out his hand. After a firm shake the man asked, "How you like working for these folks"? Again Jeff's zoo-dar just went up a notch. The look in the man's eye and the timber of his voice, and that he called 'em, 'folks', not some derogatory word. "They are a good bunch, honest and the pay is pretty good... Can't ask for any more than that". ___________________________________________________ 'Geeze, they grow 'em big in Germany', Jeff thought to himself as the thick German accent boomed around the banquet room. Neither Murphy the head of accounting, nor George, the feral hog out in the 'farm encounter' area, came close to this massive boar. He had a dark leather nose pad with twin large holes for breathing... Wrinkles across the snout, that were kept clean and the hair brushed... White gleaming tusks, that had probably been professionally cleaned, whitened, and slightly blunted. And while the other boars he knew had some good stubble on their chins... Dr. Frederick Sus Linnaeus had a full fledge beard. And while no one put a three piece suit on the pig, his clothes had that look of a well tailored executive. Molly led them to a dark hallway, about five feet in the lights popped on. "A dark hallway is not so inviting to people wondering around". To answer the unasked question. The massive boar followed along in his cart and lastly came Jeff. Sally and the chief of security, along with all the other department heads had all said something about needing to get back to work. Seams even the Island Animals were a bit uncomfortable around the psychologists. The trio came to a massive steel door with an impressive key pad next to it. Molly waked up and pushed down on the leaver and the door opened. 'Neat fake-out', Jeff thought. Inside was a locker room similar to the other ones found through out the facility. Soft lighting, low wooden benches and lockers that look like custom cabinet makers spent years to make. Really it took the goat construction crew about a month to make 'em. The young Texan had been here once, before the club opened, Molly was showing him around one day. Buy the time they were through, Jeff wondered if the doe was trying to see how many places she could get him to fuck her in. She had explained that day this was for the members to change into 'throwaway' clothes. Wouldn't do to get cow hairs on an Armani suit. After helping the doctor off his cart and out of his tailored coverings... Molly had slipped her dress off her head in one easy motion, they both looked at the human... Jeff just shrugged and put his polo shirt and shorts in a locker and donned a pair of swimming trunks. "Just a guy that got lost looking for the pool'. he muttered to himself. Catching a glimpse of a naked Island animal wasn't all that shocking. Most folks knew that in Island communities the animals went unashamedly unclothed. But a naked human was another thing entirely. The good doctor motioned for Jeff to come closer to him. Since the boar was out of his cart, the young human knelt down to be on his level. "Before we go in..." Jeff blinked at the no accent. "Yea I'll explain about that later, but I wanted to thank you for sharing your sow friend with me. I know humans can be a little possessive about such things". Shifting about on his front hooves, he bumped his should with Jeff's, making the human to nearly fall over. "Another thing. I weight sixty stone, over three hundred and eighty kilos, that's a lot of mass, I will do my best to move slowly, but be careful not to get between me a something ridged, like a wall".... "Oh, and call me Fred while we're in the pig pen". Again the trio was on the move through one of three doors that led out of the locker room. Jeff knew they were headed to a walled off room at the rear of the swine area. On the way, the human walked behind the psychologist. And was memorized by watching the massive balls of the boar swing side to side as he walked. "You can touch 'em, I don't mind... Just be genital with 'em". Jeff wondered how he knew he was looking at his balls? But then it occurred to him that any human walking behind him, would be watching those massive testicles dancing to and fro. The human had just closed the door behind them and slid off his 'swim trunks'. Molly went to open the gate to let Soffie in. "Well Fred, if you insist..." Jeff knelt down and cupped the twin soccer ball sized orbs. "Wow they are heavy", he noted as he carefully hefted them. Just then the feral sow came in with her head up. She had scented her human friend as well as a boar. Heading straight for the doctor, she used her animated snout to sniff along the jowl and sides of the strange male hog. Sticking her head under his belly, she snorted loudly at the pink tip that was peaking from the hairy tassel that marked the opening to his sheath. All the while making happy grunts, that Jeff has leaned she makes, when she's wanting sloppy sow sex. Jeff figured that Soffie would ignore the human, so he was a bit surprised when the sow did her, 'snuffle the arm pits', while making grunts and squeals. Fred had turned his body, (cause that neck don't bend much) mostly to give the sow a good sniff, and when he did he saw the female pig nosing the human and was enjoying some scratches behind the ear in return. "It's rare to see a feral sow give that much affection to a human. You must be very good to her". "Well she was the first to show me that different species can have something special between them". Jeff explained. The big boar gave Soffie's twat a good sniff. 'What's the point of being an intelligent animal, if you can't enjoy the 'animal' part', the good doctor thought.... The sow's heat wasn't the only thing the hog's sensitive nose detected. 'Seams our friendly human paid a visit to Ms. Soffie earlier today'. Fred found no reason to divulge he knew that, and kept quiet. Soffie, clearly enjoying being the center of attention, turned her own massive body and presented the two males her puffy twat. Fred glanced at the human, and Jeff just gave a small shrug and made a motion with his hands to indicate that if the boar didn't, he was going to shag her. Lining up behind the sow, the massive boar not only snorted loudly, but gave the puffy lips a few licks as well, making her tail curl and lift even higher. Jeff had been around the pigs here at the country club long enough to not be surprised at how agile they could be, but when Fred bounded up and over Soffie's big round butt, well it was a bit like watching a draft horse in a steeplechase. His 'landing' was softer then the human thought possible. The massive boar gave another lurch and slid farther up onto Soffie's back. And his pinkish red dick slid further out of his sheath. Without even thinking about it, the young human reached in and guided the waving curled cock tip to the waiting sow twat. He slid into and onto the sow. Fred's powerful haunches started flexing, fucking his dick back and forth in the sow's vagina. Learning about how pig cocks worked, had been an interesting afternoon, on his computer. Jeff knew that hogs, like just about every other male animal, stroked their cocks in animal cunts, to make themselves excited. Not only does this, feel fantastic, but also to make the penis engorge with blood. In different animals this meant different things. Stallions had flares. Dogs had that famous 'knot'. In boars, the penis actually made a bit of a twist, and the resulting 'corkscrew' became much more defined. Giving that spiral much firmer edges to help it fit snugly into the folds of the sow's cervix. By now the boar was so far up on Soffie's back that his sheath was kissed against the sow's nether lips. Any action of the penis was hidden within the round bodies of the two hogs. One thing Jeff did notice was, like Murphy from accounting, the doctor's ass hole was doing that strange puckering in and out as his internal muscles pumped the mixture of various secretions, and of course the little swimmers from his ponderous testicles, deep into Soffie's ovaries. Seeing that Fred was settling into a nice long cum pumping session, Jeff went around to the front end of the sow. He wanted to see how Soffie was holding up. Literality, the good doctor has to be the heaviest boar that has climbed onto her back. Squatting down, in front of Soffie, sitting in his heels, Jeff reached out both hands to rub the sides of the sow's huge head. Jowls, jaw line, under chin, and up to her floppy ears. The young Texan knew all the spots that the feral sow loved to have scratched. The clamor of her grunts and squeals rose in volume. Leaning closer so he could reach farther down her neck, he noticed a lot of sniffing directed at his groin. The 'chubby' he had been sporting ever since he fondled Fred's balls, became a full erection. Jeff paused... He has had blow-jobs by Sally.... But she's an intelligent Island Pig.... How much could he trust, the feral Soffie, not to bite his dick off?... ....... Well she had never hurt him, and as far as he knew, he had never hurt her.... The human rocked off his heels and onto his knees in front of the sow. Instantly she had used her tongue to haul his manhood into her open maw. His cock was surrounded by soft flesh and a firm tongue snaking around his glans. As soon as her lips sealed around his shaft, she started to suckle on his male teat. Jeff's eyes opened wide, as the sucking sensation caused his loins to buck gently. Looking up, he noted the psychologists was watching from atop his perch on Soffie's back. Through the roar of rising lust, the young human thought he heard something about, 'never spit roasted a sow before'. Now the young Texan closed his eyes tightly. Keeping his hands open so he wouldn't grab soft piggy ears, he rubbed his palms in large circles on either side of the sow's large head. Over the sounds of sloppy sucking, a lustful groan issued forth. "OH my god Soffie..." The sow's tongue wriggled around this foreskin, tweaking the piss-slit. "It must be the taste of the pre", he told himself. Warm exhale, from the pig's twin nostrils, steamed the bush of pubes at the base of his cock... His hips bucked, only causing the sow to increases her vacuum on his throbbing dick. The reality of his situation hit him... There would be no let up... No slacking off... The thin trickle of pre, let the sow know that there was more, 'in there', and she wanted it.... Any desire to, 'make it last', fell to the wayside... Jeff relaxed and let the sow drive his lust to a fevered pitch.... His orgasm hit like a ton of bricks.... The first blast of sticky white cum blasted the back of Soffie's throat. The happy grunts increased in speed, as the back of her throat worked to swallow it down.... He was able to pull back a bit, so the second blast coated the base of her tongue with it's translucent goo.... Again his was hilted in her maw.... Her tongue was pressed against the bottom of his urethra, so she felt the next 'wad' of human cum being pumped down his shaft. The sounds of Soffie feasting on Jeff's jizz reached obscene levels.... The human was spent.... With a loud grown and rapidly wilting cock, Jeff was able to pull himself from the sow's oral embrace. "Oh god Soffie, that was fantastic!" Jeff rocked back to sit in his heals, again he reached out to scratch the sow's secrete spots. Bending low, he kissed the pig on her snout.... He nibbled along the top of her flat nose. From is experience with Sally, Jeff was careful to keep his lips soft.... All noise from the sow, stopped.... She was so transfixed by the tingling she was getting from her snout, she didn't move or make a sound. The human ended up with quick tongue swipes across her flat nose. He stood up in time to see Doctor Fred slide off the sow's back. His thin cock waved about like a fencer's foil. Which was quickly retracted back into his belly sheath. Soffie, for her part, gave a few 'dismissive oinks', and mostly collapsed onto a pile of soft hay. Back in the locker room Fred said to call 'his people', but Jeff said he would be happy to help the doctor wash up and back into his clothes. To which the boar said he was only offering, because the he wanted to fondle his balls some more. There was no denials coming from the human. They both had a good laugh when Jeff told the massive boar, that washing him was like washing his dad's car. Only with huge balls. Once back in his nice clothes and remounted his travel cart, the doctor bid Jeff sit on the bench next to him. "I've never seen a human show as much love and affection to a feral hog as you just did... When you were petting her, she was squeezing my cock like crazy, and when you kissed her, I thought she was going to pull it out by the roots". The human just blinked at Fred, not knowing what to say. "I've never cum so hard in my life... Thank you". Dr. Frederick Sus Linnaeus gave Jeff a wink and said. "If I wasn't sure Sally would hunt me down and castrate me, I'd love to steal you away to work for me". __________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ Bobby's family is Hispanic. Not unusual in Texas. His family had come to this area before Texas was a state. And like many large ranches in the late 1800's, they got into sheep herding. While beef was king in Texas, mutton was also a major source of meat for many in the Hispanic community. And in many 'up scale' restaurants, lamb was often included on the menu. In the 21st century, oil had made, Bobby's family, once vast pastures dotted with sheep, into a mere hobby farm. Breeders of pure Pelibuey Hair Sheep. Bobby's father was the last of the sheep ranchers in his part of the family. His brothers and sisters all went off to spend their portion of the oil profits in other parts of the world. He had an uncle that raised cattle. But with three daughters, who so far had shown no interest in sheep.... Well he figured this was going to be the last. His wife didn't have any interest in the ribbons he had won at fairs and sheep shows. She was just happy that the sheep operation was self surfactant, and didn't cut into their portion of the oil profits. So it was with this backdrop, that brought Bobby's father to even consider tinkering with the genes of his next child. His wife said she give him one last chance at producing a son. While no company ever called itself, 'Select-a-Kid', it's pretty much the name given to that industry by the news media. Selecting the gender of a child was... well... child's play. They've been doing that for decades. Some of the other 'tweaks', were newer. Some of the first that came along was health. All of these companies offered in their basic packages the filtering out of genetic health issues. Heart disease, diabetes, drug and alcohol addiction... A whole litany of birth defects were covered in the guarantee. What wasn't covered was some of the more 'cosmetic' tweaks. Like height, hair and eye color, skin tone. And the one most asked for..... What is 'normal' really? 'Average' is a bit easier to answer. Take a large group of whatever. Take whatever measurements you're interested in. Tally up the numbers, and you'll have averages. Bobby's father was, average... Well.... On the low side of average... Ok, depending on what study you were reading. He barely got out of the 'short' range. It was long enough to get his wife pregnant three times. But that didn't change the fact, that all through his younger days, he knew he had a short dick... Locker rooms were a nightmare... Skinny dipping, out of the question... But his son, wouldn't have to go through any of that. He'd have a long cock! So blond hair, blue eyes, and a long dick was ordered for his son. No stipulation on height? No, everyone in his family he knew of, was well over 5' 10". Bobby was perfectly proportioned. Arm length, legs, torso, head size, weight... Only he was 4' 3" tall, shockingly white hair and green eyes..... And 14 inches of cock hung in front of a scrotum that might have looked normal on a goat. That and the fact it was on the slender side of 'average', making it look... Well it looked skinner then it was. At birth the blood tests showed that he was free of any genetic markers that would indicate he was predisposed to diseases... And for a long time there was hope that he would have a 'growth spurt'.... But none ever came. "Well four foot three was better then three foot four". Bobby's dad would say. "Good thing we raise sheep and not cattle". While Bobby never really had 'Short man syndrome', his father took him to a few martial arts classes, so he grew up knowing how to fight and take down someone much taller then he. He never 'bulked up' nor was fat... 'Wiry' was the most apt description for him. There wasn't anything around the ranch that he couldn't do. Since Bobby was the only male child, he accompanied his father to the sheep side of the farm. Away from the main house. "No one wants to smell those animals". His mother had proclaimed on several occasions. There was even a small apartment in the barn, so he or his father, could shower and change clothes, before re-joining polite society. In lieu of other children to play with, the young boy had lambs to gamble around with. Leaping from hay bale to hay bale.... Was once found to be enjoying lunch with the other lambs. It was quite a scene seeing a lamb on one side, and a small boy on the other, of an ewe's udder. If one were to research this little known breed, you would find.... The Pelibuey is a breed of domestic sheep raised in the Caribbean, Mexico, and South America. They are a breed of hair sheep, meaning they do not generally grow wool. The Pelibüey is probably closely related to the West African, Red African, African or Africana breed of Columbia and Venezuela. Hair color ranges from beige, brown, dark brown, red, white, black and roan with both solid and a combination of colors found. Males do carry a throat ruff but usually do not have horns. Ewes are also usually polled. Mature rams and ewes weigh 54 and 34 kg, respectively. It was a combination of family tradition and the fact that the oil profits made making a switch to a more commercially viable sheep breed, a moot point. Bobby's family was proud of their livestock. Being bigger size then most others of that breed. And all the good 'carcass' qualities breeders looked for. The pressure to change didn't happen until it was really too late. First Bobby's grandfather, and later his father, had paired the herd size from thousands of head, to a couple hundred. The waiting list for their rams also dwindled. They were still known through out the breed as the 'gold standard'. But hobby farmers couldn't pay the former premium prices for the rams. So a little less profit was made for each sale. Even the time honored Sunday dinner of lamb was slowly forgotten. Of course Bobby didn't know any of this until he was much older. He was having so much fun, going to shows, learning about hay and feed... Later he helped his father in planning future breeding's.... And what young boy doesn't love watching animals fuck. Both father and son, at different points in their lives, shagged sheep. Both really liked sheep. They found them to be friendly, and some, down right affectionate. Bobby's dad didn't have to worry about sheep laughing at his cock. And at a hair under five inches, he was able to hit all the good spots... At least that's how the ewes acted. Of course by the time he found Bobby balls deep in a ewe, he had long since stopped. But it did bring back many fond memories. He was hidden by some equipment and his son didn't know he was there. Bobby was already thrusting away by the time he had waked in. From the length of his stroking he knew that his son wasn't burdened with his dreaded affliction. And he figured his son would grow out of it, as he had.... And if he has left then and there, that's how he would remember it.... But he stayed, and watched, as his son finished in the ewe... And then Bobby pulled out, and out, and out! To his father's growing dismay, he knew that his son was too long. A short cock, with the proper technique can still bring joy to a woman. But one that's too long... Even the most careful lover, will cause pain. He had doomed his son to rubbery spacers and half insertions. Last thing he saw, as he turned to slip away before his son saw him watching, was his massive swinging scrotum.... "God I've made my son a freak!" ____________________________________________________ Bobby, like all boys, wondered if he was 'normal', 'down there'. The other children made it abundantly clear he was too short and funny looking with his snow white hair. At least he didn't need glasses. But, you know... Was his dick normal? Much to his relief, he wasn't too short... If anything, he was well endowed. He found more and more information on the 'web'. The circumference was on the slender side, but the length... Well it was harder to find out, just what was 'too long'.... Looking at himself in a wall mirror... then to a magazine ad that had flipped open to A&Ws 'Foot long Hot dog' .... "All I need is a bun", he thought. Now Bobby's family wasn't overly religious. His mom did drag him and his three sister to church every Sunday. He got lectured on the, 'Thou Shall Nots' and being 'good', and of course, what you can, and can not stick your dick in. Very little on the former and a whole bunch on the latter. About the time Bobby's voice changed, he started to figure out that all his religious stuff was BS. His cruising's on the 'World Wide Web' was taking a more, 'Adult turn'. Didn't take long to learn that his, 'junk' wasn't another man's, or woman's, treasure. While porn was interesting. And he saw lots of long dongs being pounded in to various holes, he didn't see any that were quite like his. Not that long and not that slender. Around nine inches and fairly thick, was the preferred weapon of choice, in the pornographic masterpieces he saw. And oddly enough, he really wasn't turned on all that much. Oh sure when he first saw humans bumping nasties.... Now we all know that there is all manor of smut out there, not just man and woman. All men, all women, groups, different races.... Even with Island Animals. Now here was something that made Bobby sit up and take notice. Literally... He sat up in his chair and leaned closer to the computer screen. The first was called Island Song, and featured the standard buff looking guy, with the standard nine inch dick, fucking a white Island goat doe, Seams most humans like the pink doe pussy over some of the other colors. There were the standard close-ups of pink goat vulva stretching around thrusting human cock. Then, 'Black Cock, White Doe'. In that one, the doe ended up on her back taking the human missionary. The young human even found the ones with the massive Island pigs to be very interesting. Then other films were mixed in with the 'legal' animal ones... Even Bobby, with his limited knowledge could spot that some of the animals weren't ones from the island. All the island pigs were the same Duroc red colored breed, but there appeared white pigs, spotted pigs, pigs with black bodies and a white strip over their shoulders. Goats, that if you looked closely, didn't have the island goat modified 'hands'. There were even some 'hair sheep' slipped in. He knew because that's the type of sheep he was raising. And finally there were the flat out illegal films that had dropped all pretext that the animal partners were from that Island. Guys fucking mares, cows, sheep, and female dogs.... Women getting fucked by large male dogs and pony stallions. _____________________________________________ Now that Bobby had his driver's license, he was able to drive his father and himself to the other end of the farm. But more and more, it was just him. His dad had turned the day to day sheep operation, over to his capable son. It was a dark and stormy night.... Ok, it was a lazy Sunday afternoon with a genital rain falling. Bobby's sexual hunger had convinced the small man that it was time to 'do this'. Enough reading, enough watching of porn... and jacking off.... He had all the necessary ingredients. Friendly Sheep Long Cock Lots of Privacy Bottle 'O Lube It was the breeding season, and the sheep had been divided into groups. Ewes were placed with a ram that would hopefully produce better sheep. Bobby had stacks of pedigree charts, in his small office, he had poured over to figure out what blood lines would improve from a peculiar ram. For one reason or another, there's always orphaned lambs every year. And of course a bottle raised lamb turns into a very friendly sheep. In the group he was sitting with, there were five such ewes. A couple were four years old, two more were three, and one two year old ewe. All had come up to him to receive scratches and pets. The four older ewes had all produced twin lambs every year, and the youngest? Well she didn't 'take' last year, so Bobby was anxious to see if she'd conceive this year... He hated , 'culling' the friendly ones. But the 'Seed Stock' business was very cut throat. There were only so many folks wanting to buy high quality animals, either for show, or to improve their own herds. Profit margins were tight and having a bunch of 'pet' animals was not good business. All animals are different, and the five ewes were no different. Again all were varying degree of friendly, but one was down right 'puppy dog' in the way she would follow him around whenever he was in the pasture with her. She was the one that still stood in front of the human as he sat on a pile of hay. The others had drifted away to munch on hay or be harried by the ram. The Pelibuey breed didn't have horns, but the rams were still easy to spot with their ruff of hair that went from under chin to between their front legs. And between their back legs, well this is truly one case, where bigger is better. The human sat nearly on the barn floor. Just a thin layer of hay was under his ass... Sandy, the really friendly ewe, stood just in front of Bobby. In fact she was so close, he could see little else of the barn. Over the background noise of the rain on the roof, he could hear the other eleven ewes and one ram moving about. He was a little surprised to suddenly hear Remington's low voice give a guttural 'baa' just on the other side of Sandy. The ewe moved foreword just as the ram was giving her a 'stiff foreleg pet'. Head low, he made more deep vocalizations.... The rump of the ewe was even with the young man, not more than two feet from him. The ram heaved his foreleg up and over the brown hairy hunches of the ewe. Stiff, red, sheep dick, with a slight knob and a wiggly urethral process waved in the air... It smashed into the soft flesh around the ewe's vulva. On the forth poke, it found entrance, and slid quickly into her. Some quick fuck-thrusts and then a deep push into her cunt as the ram ejaculated. Pull out, nice long cock by the way, and stand quietly as penis retracts and balls swing genitally. Sandy looked back at Bobby as if to ask if he got that. When Bobby sat back, he didn't realize that he had leaned foreword, he was a bit dazed. Oh sure, the human had seen lots of rams covering ewes... But not quite so... intimate. "Well that answers some questions", the young man whispered to himself. He now knew for sure that he wouldn't, 'bottom out' in a ewe. And something else that sort of held him back these past few weeks... How does one go about fucking a ewe? The movies he had watched were not much help, one guy tossed a ewe across a hay bale, so her hooves were off the ground. Another had her on her back, didn't show how she got there. One where the guy just squatted down and shoved it in. But didn't show if anyone was holding her head. "Well I guess you just walk up and see if she'll stand". A painful erection in the human's cargo shorts signaled the end to all this dithering and it was time to put things in motion. Standing, a zip, a quick unbuttoning, and the shorts fell, his 14 inches of cock sprang out before him... His tee-shirt quickly followed his shorts to the barn floor. The bottle of lube rested next to where he had been seated. Reaching down he scooped up the container and flicked open the top. Glancing at the ewe to see if she was still standing where she stopped after the ram pulled out. Bobby was surprised to see she not only was still standing, but had turned her rump more towards the human. 'Good thing I'm short', he thought as he just had to open his stance a bit and was at the perfect height to give this whole sheep shagging thing a try. Making every effort to make sure he wasn't going to hurt his friend, he lathered his penis in a thick coating of the lube. He reached out with his left hand and placed it on her brown hair covered rump... Extending his thumb down, he moved her short tail to one side... A step foreword, and holding his cock in his right hand, he aimed for the heat swollen sheep cunt that was still dripping ram cum. 'It looks so small... but just this spring twin lambs squeezed out that opening'. His circumcised cock pressed against the slit in the puffy flesh... Her vulva's lips easily parted allowing the first few inches of his cock to slid into her. 'HOLY FUCK SHE'S WARM!' Such an intense feeling as his glans pushed it's way through the hugging warm folds of sheep cunt. After several inches, the head of his cock had an easier time, finding the 'grip' of her cunt tunnel eased a bit. More human cock slid into the animal... Sandy pushed back as Bobby pushed foreword... Although as human standards went, the young man was on the slender side, but compared to ram penis, he was hung like a horse. The bottom of the human cock scrapped over the heat thickened clit... Making the ewe lift her head, wiggle her lips and tongue in rapt pleasure... Opening his eyes he saw the ewe's reaction... Looking down he watched as the last few inches of his dick slid through her smokey brown cunt lips and into her sex. Bobby was fully hilted in the ewe. His cock throbbed, threatening to orgasm instantly.... The base of his shaft was still being 'hugged' by the ewe's cunt muscles, while the rest of his cock felt like it was about to melt into the warm silken folds of her vaginal tunnel... Holding very still for a few moments, the human was able to get the throbbing to weaken. Only then did he begin stroking his cock slowly in and out.... Just a tiny amount at first, he quickly built up to a full six to eight inch fuck thrust... That only lasted for a dozen strokes before Bobby slammed himself into the ewe, his penis blasted it's load of human semen deep into the animal's vagina. Sticky white cum soon coated the silken walls of her cunt tunnel, wave after wave continued to pump human cum out of the piss slit and into the ewe. The human gasped for air... He stood rooted to the spot behind the sheep. His cock was still like an iron rod... His breathing slowed.... The last of his cum load dribbled from his cock tip.... Blood pounded in his temples, his dick still throbbed... Sandy stood still, looking back at her human lover. The ewe's pussy twitched and pulsed around the human phallus... Whether it was the big balls slung low in a pouch under the human's cock, or just teenage hormones, the young man started to fuck the animal, once again. In the world of passing along one's DNA, for the Ovis aries, fighting other males and surviving long enough to stick one's dick into a female was, 'Natural Selection'... For the simian, the process of making sure one's DNA reached the egg, the male developed a bell shape glans on the end of his penis. The fleshy skirt of the bell, squeegee away some of the previous male's semen. All Bobby knew was that he was getting a fantastic feeling from the head of his cock as he slowly pulled his long dick back. Pushing back in, the young human gave out another whispered expletive. The combination of sheep slime, lube, and a huge amount of human cum, made soft squishy noises that could barely be hear over the genital rainfall on the roof of the barn. As the over sensitivity of his glans faded, the young man picked up speed... Soon he was slapping his loins against the hairy rump of the ewe, as his cock plowed repeatedly through the soft silken flesh of the animal's sex tunnel. To his credit, Bobby was able to hold out much longer before the tingling of an orgasm started at the base of his dick. How the ewe wasn't frightened at the loud groan as her human friend dumped another monstrous load of his warm white semen into her, was a mystery. But she stood fast as the young man emptied his balls deep into her cunt. This time Bobby's cock deflated as his breathing slowed. Pulling his softening penis from the animal's vagina. Long whitish ropes of cum, poured from the still gaping sheep cunt and from the piss slit of the human's penis. The deed was done... He had shagged a sheep... A silly grin was plastered across the young man's face. Not that all that much would change, after all his already lived, ate, and slept with the sheep, now he was having sex with them too. It seamed like a logical progression. 'Why had he waited?' The next few years were fantastic. Some of the ewes quickly found out that they liked getting fucked in or out of heat. Sandy would even lie on an old blanked Bobby would lay out, and with no resistance, would allow the human to roll her onto her back. She seemed to enjoy having the thick hair over her sternum scratched and her large ruminate belly rubbed. And while he couldn't see her face, he knew he like sucking on her teats. Not to mention the long slow fuck sessions. Bobby would lay on his side, next to the reclining ewe. His naked body against her furred back. His arm hugging her as he buried his face into her neck fur. The young man was constantly amazed as how the ewe tolerated, what for her would be, bazaar human actions. The only hugging sheep ever did, was when a ram would 'hug' the furry rump of the ewe he was shagging. Sandy smelled of hay and the late summer grasses she grazed on. And while she didn't have wool, she still had a slight hint of lanolin. All of which fired the human's lust for the animal. Rolling her over onto her back, then sliding his body back until his head was even with her up turned rump. He was very glad she didn't have mats and clumps like wool sheep had. Other sheep zoos had to keep the wool trimmed away to facilitate a clean tooshie. Hair sheep were naturally cleaner. They even didn't have to have their tails docked. And as with all show sheep, Bobby's 'special' ewes were quite used to being washed. His brown sheep of course had brown pussy's. Sandy's labia was nearly hairless. Just a thin covering of downy soft fur. Running his tongue over her sex, Bobby loved the way it felt and tasted. Being in heat, the ewe had a slight musty twang to the clear liquor leaking from her cunt. At the bottom, (while on her back, the top), of her nether lips was a small 'finger' of flesh that stuck out. Which Bobby would gently lick and suck on, making the ewe twitch as her clit lay within it's folds of flesh. Sticking out his tongue as far as he could reach, the young man 'tongue fucked' her pussy... Then would lap upwards through her small slit until he found the pointed stiff clitoris. Softly he would flick his tongue over the sensitive nub, making Sandy's hind legs twitch and sometimes causing a low soft bleat to come from the animal. After a few minuets, the human would halt his foreplay and watch as the ewe's ecstasy stiffened legs, slowly folded back to their, 'at rest', position. By this time, the human's penis was demanding attention. The young man rose to his hands and knees.... And with a quick suckle of each teat, he crawled over her. Giving her belly fur one last rub with his face, he sat back on his heels. With a thin coating of lube applied to his cock, the human pushed her legs slightly foreword, her twat would rotate to the perfect position to allow the young man to push his long dick into her. Bobby had figured out that the reason sheep felt so nice and snug was because of the ram. The way they would mount and stroke the tip of their penis rapidly in the first few inches of ewe cunt. The intense stimulation the males got from the snug fit, would make their orgasms fire, causing the sudden fuck-thrust into the ewe, depositing their semen at the mouth of her cervix. Differing from the other 'cloven hoofed' animals, where the males, as soon as they felt they had hit the mark, would suddenly thrust in and 'slam-fire'. No mater how many times he would do this. That first push into an animal's warm cunt was always wonderful. Now he was very experienced and only used a thin coat of lube, letting him feel every bump and crease of the ewe's vaginal walls as they slid along his long cock. The lust swollen glans at end of the human's penis, plowed through the collapsed silken tunnel, making the warm flesh flow around it. Expanding it... Making it large enough for his shaft to follow. The human would hold most of his weight off Sandy as he fucked her. Not that he weighed all that much, he still used his arms and legs to only allow slight pressure to rest his belly against her's. The feel of her fur against his bare skin was wonderful. The feel of her warm silken vagina sliding around his cock was fantastic. Bobby was able to control his lust to the point to where he could last fifteen to twenty minuets. Sandy never showed any sign of discomfort. Hind legs would twitch, and her lips would wiggle when he hit just the right spot. Her eyes closed in total bliss. Sometimes he would stop his fuck thrusts, and just hold himself deep within the ewe. He would marvel at the way this all felt so completely natural. How his genetic abnormality made his hard fourteen inch long cock feel so perfect, hilted inside the sheep vagina. Even the way his long heavy scrotum dragged back and forth over the hairy underside of the sheep's tail added another layer of sensuality to his fucking. If there was ever a human designed to fuck sheep, it was Bobby. The fuck strokes became more powerful... The human panted as he drove for release... Sheep vulva lips were stretched to fit around the invading human phallus... Being almost a week since his last time with his ewe lover, a powerful orgasm swelled in his loins. Driving his cock deep into the animal, Bobby's body convulsed as his cum jetted from his piss slit. The first volley of semen hosed the mouth of Sandy's cervix. As did the second... and the third. Four, five, six, seven, eight... Then finally the ninth was loosing some of the power of the first jets of cum.... Ten tried hard to blast deep... Eleven and twelve were more of a strong dribble.... More throbbing... More jizz oozing out.... The viscous fluid flowed back along the human's, still pulsing shaft.... Bobby sat up and back on his heels. Sweat coated his bare skin... Deep breaths... The human looked down at the joining of his and Sandy's animal body... Surveying the translucent slime coating both groins and the underside of her tail, he gave a very self-satisfied smile. In his research about himself, he found out, that along with his longer then average penis... He had larger and juicer orgasms then 'normal'. He had read how that the majority of what males fire out of their cocks, were mostly made up of other liquids then actual sperm. Fluids to help the little swimmers live long enough to make it to the female's eggs. On a couple of forums that had members, like him, had been genetically 'tinkered' with. One benefit, some of the other members reported, was something they called, 'the furry effect', after the furry art that depicted males with impossibly huge penises, pumping out gallons of spooge. And while no 'Clinical studies' were cited, the common 'wisdom' was to drink plenty of apple juice. ___________________________________________________________ As with everyone's life there are good and bad parts.... Bobby's mother and sisters really didn't like him. When asked about his family he would reply that, 'Cinderella had nothing on him.' Though his dad would 'run interference' for him. He couldn't be there all the time. And Bobby just had to 'grin and bare it'. Only time this let up for a while, was after his father found out that they had been referring to Bobby as one of his 'breeding experiments'. And the other kids at school asked where were his "ear tags". His mother suddenly decided that she wanted to, "visit Europe with the girls". When Bobby turned twenty one, his father turned the family's sheep operation over to him. Everything, all the equipment, vehicles, hay and hay production, and of course the sheep. All breeding decisions were his to make. Any moneys profited from sales and breeding leases were to be exclusively his. Not that this was any great, 'gold mine'. Bobby's father knew that there wasn't much any profit in the sheep business. But he knew Bobby love it, and it was a good excuse to not be around the main house. Bobby had gone to collage, on line. Very reputable school. In fact his credits would transfer if he wanted to continue on. He got his high school diploma one week, and his Bachelors in animal science the next. The oil money was a good thing, but very complex. Percentages, shares, trusts, lawyers.... At the birth of each child had a trust was set up in their name and a share of the yearly oil profits went into it. Some years this was a lot, and others, not so much. Just depended on the price of crude. An allowance was paid to each child from this trust, the amount depended on age. Full access to the trust, was granted when the child turned twenty one. ________________________________________________________ Then all hell broke loose. Started when Bobby's father was killed in a small plane crash. But his father was still looking out for the small man from the grave. Seems he had some high powered lawyer types to make out his will. Oh it was a very fair will. The mother got the house and property. The only proviso was that the sheep end of the farm couldn't be touched and Bobby could stay there as long as he wanted. The father's oil shares were divided equally among the four children. Life insurance, likewise divvied up. Everyone got a vehicle. The girls all got the fancy luxury cars, Bobby had always thought his dad's vintage Smart Car was really cool, so he got that. The gold was divided, as were the various rare coins. Then the lawyers brought out five boxes. All had cash in them... The mother and three sisters got fairly large piles of cash... Bobby got a smaller pile, and a safety deposit key. The layers assured the ladies that the safety deposit box did not contain any gold or cash, but something of equal value to the cash they received. The lawyers drone on and on, reading the fine print. And made everyone sign, stipulating that they heard and understood everything. Apparently the younger sister wasn't paying that close attention, for she tried to have a lawyer say that since Bobby was living in a different house and had basically divorced himself from the family, that he shouldn't receive his share of the estate. Bobby's father's lawyers pounced.... There was a clause in the will, that was read aloud and copies provided to everyone, stated that if anyone tried to screw another sibling out of their inheritance, they would loose all oil shares given in the will and said shares were to be distributed to the remaining heirs. When Bobby said he didn't want her shares, by the way the other two sisters were more they happy to take 'em... The layers pointed to a paragraph further down that said furthermore he couldn't refuse, end of story. It didn't take much of a genus to figure out who spray painted, "FUCK YOU", on their father's tombstone. ______________________________________________________ Cory sat with his mouth hanging open. He had just heard Bobby's life story. "What a cunt!... Well at least she got what she disserved". Bobby handed Cory another beer. "Well don't feel too badly for her, she still has her trust, what's left of it, I guess she burned through quite a bit... And she still gets her shares of oil money from that... And a nice car and gold and money... Just not the extra oil shares from dad's will". "I wished I could have met your old man, he sounds like a good man". Cory popped the top on his beer and raised the bottle to toast Bobby's dad. The equine zoo had met Bobby, on line, several years ago. They knew they were both from Texas, it was only recently that they figured out that they weren't all that far apart. Only about an hours drive separated them. In Texas, that qualifies as a next door neighbor. Wasn't long after they met, that Cory was telling the sheep herder about the new country club that was being built between his and Cory's place. "Wasn't any big secret that I had a pony mare for a wife, but still was just a bit unnerving when I get this e-mail from 'Molly', about how I have a 'skill set' that they need". "Skill set? As in teaching horses to shag"? "Yea, but don't spread that around. Last thing I need is for a bunch of guys 'gunning' for my job". "So how did they find out about you"? "I'm not sure... I just know they must have one wicked investigation division... They had photos and stories I had posted to long dead zoo boards, years ago". "What's a country club doing with an "investigation division"? "You've not heard of the Island Animal 'front office'.... I guess they have more records then the Mormons". Bobby looked surprised. "What do they need with all of those"? Cory leaned foreword and spoke very earnestly, "Well it's not like some 'Illuminate' thing... They just want to be able to have... insurance... if someone or some group comes at them". Cory sat back, "You're probably not old enough to remember when they first came on the scene. There were lots of folks that just wanted to kill the lot, and forget trying to get any sort of justice or rights.... Then the voices started to quite down... Hints that embarrassing information might get out if they persisted in being ass-holes. It's amazing how many congressmen and church leaders have things in their past they don't want to come out". "How did they get all this information"? "Well the pigs are really smart. And they quickly figured out to keep quiet and keep one's ears open. Didn't take 'em long to know how the system worked and how to use it for their advantage. They practically took over the office cleaning industry... Goats could be seen in just about every office, government and private.... I guess it's pretty amazing what gets left on copy machines, or just tossed into waste baskets". "That was it"? Bobby took another bite of his pie. Cory nodded and did likewise. "They really didn't care about 'geopolitical' crap. But just like any international company, they had experts about different countries and regions in the world. And they were really good about keep track of various pieces of information and how to applying it". They both got up and collected up the dishes from lunch and headed to the little kitchen in Bobby's apartment. "It's really amazing to see how a scrap of information gleaned at a bio-tech firm, could be used in knowing what stocks to buy or sell, in the car industry". "They just told you all if this'? "Naw... found it on line... Had to wade through a ton of crap to figure out what was real, and what was made up 'bull shit'... After learning that they knew so much about a lowly zoo like me, I did some looking on my own... So between cleaning offices and the 'pillow talk' the goat prostitutes in those 'ranches' that sprung up, heard.... And having a huge presents on line... I'll bet there at least three on that zoo board we belong to. And I bet we both have 'em on our 'friends list'". "So do I have to worry about being 'outed' someday"? "Naww.. Hell it was the zoos and furrys that first helped them... Gave 'em jobs and places to stay... They really don't care what you fuck". Having watched the two men that Bobby had working for him, their half day done, drive off, the young man turned to the older Texan. "Well beings that they don't care if we shag sheep or not... Lets go do just that". This Saturday it was Bobby turn to host the bestial activities. There were more than a few willing ewes in the pastures. Last week, equines were on the menu. The young man was happy to find out that Cory not only had a pony wife... But a few concubines as well. In addition to his, Shetland pony wife, the older Texan had five more Shetland sized ponies, and a full size pony mare, that loved to be munched on... And a little 'mini horse', that had been given to him by a father of a spoiled little girl, who got tired of the animal. "Damn thing keeps eating the flowers, and the wife is not pleased". Bobby had been 'around' horses, but never really 'with' a horse. Fairs, neighbors, he had even gone a few times with one of his sisters to Riding Lessons. He had talked to some older ranchers about how to take care of one... Bobby knew that back before the motorized 4 x 4's they all used to herd the sheep from horse back on the ranch. But the old horse stables had burned down before he was born. Fortunately the horses were long gone by then. They figured some transients might have been cooking there. The first time at Cory's ranch, Bobby was really glad that the 'equines' that the older Texas was into, wasn't Drafters. His 'large pony' felt like it 'towered' over the small man. Bobby knew that even a friendly horse could be flighty, not to mention bitey, kicky. He was amazed at how quickly the mares seemed to accept him, and at himself, how in just a short time, he started to feel at ease around them. Cory was calm and skilled at handling his 'girls'. They sat in his stable, outside doors closed, stall doors open. Fuzzy nimble lips investigated Bobby's white hair, his clothing, even his boots were thoroughly snuffled. The two men sat on old folding chairs in the center of the open barn floor. The older Texas quietly explained different parts of the mares as they milled about them. The Shetland pony wife, who wanted the lion's share of the attention, stood calmly as Cory moved her long swishy tail to one side so he could point out the parts of her vulva. He noted that it looked like an exclamation mark. A line with a big round dot at the bottom. The sheep herder leaned closer as Cory pointed to the two labial lips that were sealed fairly tight. "These rubbery lips keep shit and other debris out of the reproductive tract... Think of them as the, 'guardian gates' to heaven". Bobby rolled his eyes, and Cory just grinned. "Not all are pink 'n smooth like the wife's here, some are wrinkled, some have folds... Lots of variations, but for the most part, all have this little mound at the bottom that hides the clitoris". As if on cue, the fleshy mound seamed to turn itself, inside out, for the briefest of moments.... Cory stopped and look at Bobby... "Zoo with Internet access for at least 8 years.. Seen every 'X-Horse' mating video out of Brazil.. And have a complete set of 'Pet Lust' videos... Right"? With a silly grin, the young man nodded. "So I'll just skip ahead in the lesson, to the part where I tell you what the mini-mare likes as far as foreplay goes". Bobby was nude, kneeling in a stall, alone with the miniature mare, 'Princess Buttercup'. The young Texan just shook his head when he heard the full name of the mare. "Sound like a name one of my sisters would have given her". "Well, I've been calling her 'butter' for short... You'll soon see why". Cory had been correct when he said that Bobby had seen all those videos. The ratio of horse videos to ones with sheep shagging, was probably five hundred to one. And the one's that were just mating between two animals was even more lopsided. Any search that was simply, 'animal mating' would produce hundreds of videos of thick tubes of stallion meat being stuffed into wet, winking lips of squealing mares. The few that showed stiff ram cock, quickly plunging into ewe twats, were cherished by the shepherd. Bobby had even tried to capture the mating act himself, and quickly found out why video recordings of sheep were so rare. Thankfully the Island Goats put out dozens of films showing buck cocks slamming into doe twats, in great detail and in slo-motion. While not knowing about equine conformation, he still thought the miniature pinto mare, look quite 'correct'. Legs were straight, hips rounded, and head and neck looked like they were attached properly. When she pranced around out in the large open part of the barn, he thought she was very fluid and poised. In the close confines of her stall she looked well taken care for. Her black and white coat had a healthy shine. Ears were pert and eyes clear and bright. And was quite lady-like when it came to her investigating his now exposed penis. Soft lips wiggled in brushing motions across the rapidly swelling human flesh. The sounds of her smelling his cock was quite erotic in itself. Unlike sheep females, mares are a bit more foreword in making their sexual wants known. Where as a ewe just stands very still, to indicate that she's ready for some hanky-panky... The little mare swung her butt around and flashed her desires. "Time to find out what mare pussy tastes like", the young man thought to himself. Gently placing his hand on the little horse's rump. "Probably a good idea to not surprise something with hooves while directly behind them". With his other hand he used the back of his fingers, like he had seen Cory do, and rubbed the soft vulva lips. Bobby found that mares had a light taste. But still very animal. He ran his tongue lightly over the bi-coloured lips. He instantly picked up on their rubbery texture.... Promising an interesting 'cock feel'. With fingers and tongue the young man investigated the 'guardian gates' to heaven. First thing was how there was a definite line between the outer and inner parts of the labial lips. His fingers easily opened the gates, and his tongue traveled along the parted lips. Lower down, a light flick of his tongue was answered by a quick 'wink' of clitoris. The more attention paid to this mound of flesh, the harder the mare would push her twat back into the human's face. The young Texan smiled at the familiar response. "Just like a ewe". His throbbing penis figured they had paid surfactant homage to the goddess Epona. Standing, Bobby once again found his short stature was a benefit when it came to being the proper height for the miniature mare. Where most other zoo would have to crouch in an uncomfortable position.... The short Texas was 'just the right height'. In some of the 'how to's, some spit was all the lube that was used, but Bobby wanted to make sure that he didn't hurt the little mare, and used a thin, water based, lube from a squeeze bottle. He knew it was the proper lube, because Cory had asked the first time he was with one of Bobby's ewes what to use, and it turned out to be the same stuff he used. As with his own animals, the young Texas reach out with his left hand and scratched that spot just above her tail. Sheep tails aren't used for fly swatting, so he was just a little amazed at how fast and how far the mare's tail lifted and moved to one side. Cory had assured him that if she wasn't, 'in the mood', it would have been clamped down tight. Sliding his thumb around the base of her tail and loosely gripping it, he slid his hand down, gathering up any stray hairs that hung in front of her pussy. Using his right hand, he moved the glans of his penis up and down the seam of her labial lips. When she 'winked', he quickly slid inside her before he knew it. Her rubbery lips holding just behind the 'bell' of his purple 'helmet'. "Whoa" was all he said as the warmth of the mare was suddenly around his cock tip. Then another winking of the clitoris, and Bobby figured it was an invitation to continue. He had seen plenty of photos of equine cunt being stretched open to know that the vaginal 'tunnel' was a the top of her slit. Sliding his cock up, he slowly pushed his long dick into the animal's sex. And watching lots of movies and seeing the winking mare cunt, seemingly, 'gobbling' up the human's cock.... And that's just the way if felt.... Like she was sucking him in her warm, buttery smooth mare pussy. Although she was made for a thicker cock... Her cunt was snug and warm around him.... The small man now knew what Cory had been bragging about, when he talked about the, 'fantastic cunt muscles', of mares.... His pendulous scrotum was greeted with a 'kiss' from the animal's clitoris, as he fully hilted in her. Warm, smooth, gripping.... Bobby's lust threatened to boil over.... Not since his first time with his ewe, Sandy, did he feel this close to shooting his load with just the first stroke. Taking his mind off his throbbing dick... "Strange stuff is the best.... something like that..." he thought. "I like the way she turns her head and looks at me over her shoulder". Finally he was able to start fucking... Slowly back... He looked down and noted that her nether lips just dragged along his shaft.... 'Amazing how different they were to his ewes'.... Pushing back in, between her rubbery labial lips.... His glans slipped through the buttery folds of her vagina... Bobby smiled as he remembered Cory saying that, 'Butter, was an apt name', for this miniature mare. The human's fucking became faster... Bobby's cock allowed for long strokes. Although his hips looked skinny, they were able to provide plenty of power to his loins... Solid 'thwaps' of human and equine flesh bumping together, along with wet sounds of sloppy genitals, echoed in the small stall.... The young Texan let out a quiet, low groan, as he closed his eyes, so he could concentrate on controlling his rising lust... His hands rested on the animal's hips.... His heavy breathing filled the air with gasps and moans.... Her cunt muscles gripped his thrusting penis.... "So snug.... So tight...." Those whispered words were quickly followed by a loud groan as the human slammed his hips into the backside of Butter's rump... Special muscles contracted as the first of his cum, rocketed down his long cock.... Buttercups' ears flick as she felt the beginnings of the human's orgasm splash deeply into her sex. Bobby's cum continued to be pumped into the milking mare cunt. Muscles helping muscles to blast wad after wad of white sticky cum into the animal's pussy.... A load any draft stallion would be proud of, the human blasted jet after jet of human semen into the mare.... Covered in sweat and panting hard, Bobby felt the last of his orgasm bubble from his piss slit. The mare's clit mound rhythmically winked against the human's scrotum, as strong cunt muscles milked his long softening shaft. ________________________________________________________ Cory's head appeared over the stall wall just as Bobby was pulling his cock from the mare's pussy. "I know a few dozen, Island Goat doe's that would love to meet you". Bobby looked down at his 'junk', that was currently being illuminated by a beam of sunlight coming through a high window. "The ewe's seem to like it". He said with as much modesty he could muster. Cory nodded toward the miniature mare that still held her tail to one side and furiously winking. "Seems one mare does too.... Hell if you weren't already rich, you could make a very nice living being a gigolo to wealthy goats". "Hmmm.... I don't know... I mean, I'd have to wear a cravat..." Bobby tried to keep his face serous, but ended up with a broad grin at the mental image. Cory nodded to the little mare. "I do believe that Buttercup is still in the mood. Since she's still standing with her tail to the side and not gone in search of grain". Bobby watched as the animal looked over her shoulder and seem to swish her tail in a rather sexy manor. Buttercup's warm pussy, welcomed the human's long cock back into it's silken folds. Again the buttery smooth flesh slicked around Bobby's hard penis as he slowly fucked the animal. While not as snug as one of his ewes, this tiny mare had a firmness.... A more pronounced feel as to it's shape. His cock didn't so much form a tunnel, as slid between firm walls of wet clinging horse flesh.... Long slow strokes let the human marvel at the way her cunt lips allowed his dick to slide between those fleshy 'guardian gates'.... Not sucking in and pulling out like a pliable sheep pussy lips.... The steady strokes made his cock glisten, as more and more of his own cum, and the mare's nectar, were slathered over the skin of his shaft.... Bobby lifted his gaze and looked at the rest of the animal he was fucking. One can forgive the young man for only now taking a moment to appreciate the little mare. Not to say he hadn't already look at her.... They spent the better part of three hours, petting, nuzzling, sharing breath... But to see her as only a zoo can... Her broad rump, with it's splash of black over her right hip.... How her mane flips when she moves her head.... How much she differed from the brown round bodies of his ewes... The different cues her body gives off, that she is enjoying.... wanting.... this as much as the human. The lift of her tail... The sparkle in her eye as she looks back at him... Her pert ears, that swiveled, but never laid back... And of course that winking cunt. All the while Bobby kept up his slow fucking motion.... Once again he closed his eyes to concentrate on the intense pleasure of his cock sliding deep into the miniature mare. The young Texan increased his speed of his fuck thrusts... Again the sound of human and equine flesh coming together filled the stall.... Letting his mind and body flow into a deep pool of lust.... Giving himself over to the pure raw pleasure of fucking a willing animal.... Again the thrill of 'strange sex', made his loins tingle... Again his body made ready to issue forth another load of human cum... Thrusts became shorter and faster.... Breath came in short gasps.... Boots shifted in the clean straw as the human stallion plowed deeply into the mare's sex... A groan was follow by a volley of white, translucent jizz jetting from his piss slit... The powerful blasts, hosed the entrance to the little mare's cervix, as the human pumped his seed into her.... Human hands clung to the animal's hips, as his body seemed to convulse slightly... All rational thought was replaced by the bestial joy of breeding... Long ropes of semen gathered around the spurting purple helmet of Bobby's cock... Filling the tiny mare with it's cum. It began to flow back along his shaft and ran over the frantically winking clit, which in turn coated the hanging scrotum pressed against it with the very seed it produced... As the last of his sticky load dribbled out of his dick. It seemed that most of Bobby's energy was dribbling out too. Taking a shaky step back, his now flaccid phallus slithered out of the mare's sex. A good sized stream of white fluids was released and began it's journey to the stall floor. Another step and the sweating human was leaning against the stall's low wall. Looking at the tiny mare that was still standing with her tail up and twat flashing. The puddle of human cum grew between the animal's hind hooves. "I have to say, that is one impressive load". Cory's voice clearly showing the awe he had for the young Texan's prodigious output. Bobby's breathing has slowed some. "Yea... One could say it takes a lot out of a person". "So.. ah.. how long"? "After shooting two loads that close together... Probably be a couple of hours before I'm capable of doing much in the way of breeding". The older Texan dumped a scoop of sweet feed into the miniature mare's feed pan. The pinto's head came up and with a light step, she trotted over to the offered food. Unlatching the gate, Cory held it open for his friend to stagger out. Heading for the chairs, Bobby asked if he had any apple juice.... Upon returning to his ranch, the young man checked the hay racks and water troughs. And of course to look over his flock of sheep. Seeing all was well, Bobby reflected how lucky he was to have two reliable men working for him. Arriving at the door that led from the barn to his living quarters, he noted a familiar shape waiting for him. With a smile on his face, and a renewed spring in his step, he opened the door for the animal and human to enter. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cory had been telling the younger Texan about some of the 'goings on' at the Country Club. Of course being careful not to reveal any secrets. "I'd read about zoos having deer for partners, that's the first time I've ever heard an 'eyewitness' account". Cory nodded, "Yea that Amish kid sure was lucky that day".... "I've also been telling them about you... of course no names"..... Bobby tilted his head a bit and looked at Cory... "I hear an 'and' coming". Cory grinned and continued, "And they are looking for someone like me that can do with the sheep, what I've been doing with their ponies". Bobby wasn't sure what to think. Cory continued, "It will do you good to get out in the world more.... Meet new critters and make new friends".... ...... "I've invited the guys to come to my ranch for some steaks next week.... why don't you come over and meet some of 'em..... They don't have to know who you are, other then 'zoo friendly'." ____________________________________________________________ The 'Motley Crew', as they dubbed themselves, consisted the human males on the staff, from the Country Club, and one member, Mr. Simon. The 'CFO', after getting over the shock of fucking a feral animal. And how all the Island Goats acted like it was really no big deal... Then he found out that he was not alone in his shagging of animals... That in fact there at the club, at that time, there were four more human males that routinely "plowed feral fields", so to speak. At first when Cory invited him to join the other men from the club to visit his ranch, he was a bit hesitant. But Cory assured him that his farm was isolated enough that no one would know he was there. And since everyone involved already knew he had a proclivity for the feral goat doe, Betty... As well as the Island doe, Nora... Both of which were all white with pink bits, this will be noted later, he accepted the invite. Cory and the young executive spent several hours sitting around talking about being 'zoo'. After learning about Simon's younger days and his time at fairs. And how he had been very careful not to give in to the urge to 'fence hop', as it was called. The mental problems Simon was having from time to time adjusting to.... being zoo. Cory told him that he felt that most zoos are born that way. And that Simon was defiantly a zoo long before he meet Betty in that shed. "Just look at Jeff. Here's a kid that was from the city, probably the only animal he ever touched was a dog.... I guess he did meet some Island animal at some sort of 'meet the freaks' sort of event the school had. Any ways the kid starts working here and before you know it, he's shagging a feral pig.... Yea he 'worked up to it', petting her a little more each day... But still how many city kids would even want to touch a pig? Sure Molly keeps 'em super clean so there hardly any pig smell... But still, what young kid would even want to touch a sow, that wasn't a zoo deep down inside? And the animals can tell..." Cory nodded to the feral animals that wondered around the shady area they were seated under. "Why do you think Betty followed you that day?... She knew what you are. Why did Soffie offer herself to young Jeff after only a couple weeks of him scratching and brushing her? She knew he was a zoo." "Is he having any problems adjusting like I am"? Referring to the young driver. "Well you two are 'apples and oranges'. This all happened in just a few weeks for him.... You on the other hand have been fucking goats in your mind for years.... You've thought about it from every which way. I'll bet you wandered if you were some kind of pervert for having these thought, on more then one occasion". The CFO nodded. "What about you"? Cory looked surprised. "Me?.... Hell I've been shagging ponies since I was knee high to a cow". Seeing that didn't register. "I was in my early teens when I fucked my first mare... Been sort'a normal way for me ever since." As always the, 'Modus Operandi', to get things started, was to sit in the middle of the barn with doors closed, of course. And stall doors open so the mares could mingle with the men and they were the ones to choose with whom they enjoyed some 'human time' with. Cory had several pony mares of various colors and personalities. Some were a bit stand-offish, and others that were down right pests in the way they mugged the men for pets and treats. Mr. Simon, having not been around a lot of equines, was a tad, 'clunky' at first, but was soon finding the good spots to scratch on the animals. With a broad smile he noted how, "Soft and genital" they were with their lips. Was given the, 'mare lesson', with Cory's wife providing the visual aids. Since Mr. Simon was the, 'new guy'. Everyone sort'a held back so he could have the first pick of the willing mares. Well except for Karl and Mustang Sally. ------------------------------------------------------------------- When the big 'Beefeater' first arrived at the pony farm, Cory wasn't quite sure what to think of the massive human. Then he found out that he had been genetically altered, with zebra DNA no less.... And then with Jenny taking a liking to him..... The female donkey had was already at the farm when Cory had been hired. Try as he might, he couldn't seem to find the right combination to her 'zoo side'. So when she practically shoved Karl into the 'sex stall', well he figured he must be ok. One weekend he invited Jeff the driver and Karl out to his ranch for some steaks. Since he knew that they never got any red meat at the country club commissary. While sex wasn't the main idea of the get together, Cory still had the two men come out and sit in the middle of the stall area to meet his 'girls'. Whatever it was that made Jenny like the massive black man, worked on Mustang Sally. She had been part of a package deal, to get the pony he really wanted, he had to take the taller dun colored pony. While the short one really took to the zoo life, Sally only got so she loved to be munched on. She'd stand, hooves well planted and push her twat back into Cory's face. A few times while she was in heat, did she allow the Texan to put a step behind her for a quick shag. And since Cory wasn't a zoo that sold off non-zoo animals, Sally had a permanent home. So when she started to loudly snuffle Karl's groin and then giving out squeals of excitement.... The two were escorted to the large stall on the end. The Beefeater took off his clothes and Sally pranced around. As soon the black man's long thick penis was reviled, the mare thrust her muzzle into Karl's groin and the snorting and squealing began anew. Then she spun around squatted and squirted in front of Karl. "I think we've established consent", Cory said. He also noted that the massive black man wouldn't need the step he made. Karl figured that Sally was enough like Jenny that he didn't hesitate. Only pausing long enough to note that the furiously winking pussy was more up and down, and not angled back like the donkey's. Gathering the swishing tail in one hand, and then moving it to one side.... He grabbed his long cock in the other and ran the glans up and down in the black wet slit. More fluid was squirted. He shoved in the first few inches. If she wasn't really into this, he'd soon know since she wasn't tied and was free to step away. Sally took a step.... Backwards... Suddenly Karl found himself more then half way in the mare's warm silken walls. "Shit she's backing up"! The Beefeater put his own ass in gear and thrust the rest of the way in. Cory figured Karl had things under control, so he stepped away from the open stall door to give the man and mare some privacy. Turned to talk to Jeff, when suddenly there was a bang from the stall. He and Jeff rushed to the door, only to see the massive black man, with his back to the stall wall and Sally grinding her cunt into Karl's groin. "Who's fucking who"? Jeff asked. Karl was able to push her foreword, far enough to be able to get in some fuck thrusts. With the way the mare was acting, it didn't take long for him to start cumming in her. Which let her once again shove his back against the wall and proceed to ride his spurting cock. They returned to the middle of the barn to sit and listen to the various grunts, whinnies, expletives, and bangings on the stall walls. Cory just shook his head in wonderment at how the shy mare had turned into a raging sex monster. "Must be that zebra DNA he has in him". The driver noted. When the sounds quieted down, they looked at the stall door, just as Mustang Sally, showing off whatever Arabian she had in her, came prancing out, neck arched, tail straight up, and a white ribbon of jizz flowing from her cunt. A few minutes later the big Beefeater staggered out, looking like he just survived an attempted, "Death by Snu Snu". After that day, Sally made it clear there was only one Stallion in her life. Then it was Simon's turn. So while not as exciting as Mustang Sally and Karl. It still surprised the heck out of Cory was the mare, 'Snowflake', an all white pony, was the one that picked the CFO. When the mare spun around, both men flinched a bit, not knowing if Simon had pissed her off somehow.... But when she lifted her tail and gave the human a 'wink', both breathed a sigh. Relive for CFO for he wasn't getting a, 'hoof to the face', and one of surprise for Cory to see this normally shy mare, offering herself so openly to the new guy. Simon really hadn't come looking for a, 'quick shag with a strange animal'. He was just wanting to 'fit in', with the other 'Zoos'.... Since he was one; now. Just a friendly cookout with beer and steaks. Talking to Jeff, and later, Cory at the country club, helped the, 'goat fucker' to accept himself. He actually flinched the first time he called himself that. But the two men help him to see that he was a 'goat fucker' all along. He just hadn't made it official. They said he was a 'zoo' long before he came to the country club. He loved animals. All zoos did, one way or another. Not everyone was the same. Everyone's love was also not the same. Simon loved goats, all goats... Cory had told him that some zoos feel you have to only love one animal at a time. And while he said he was 'married' to his pony, he also shagged other animals. Lately he had a chance to experience sheep. So the CFO was a bit surprised to find himself kneeling in a stall behind a very pretty pony. Snowflake's coat lived up to her name. It dazzled like newly fallen snow when she would walk through a beam of sunlight, it was that white. And then there was the pinkness of her nether lips. So pink you could just loose oneself. His hands lightly caressed the soft coat, and the smooth pink flesh. Only when her vulva was gently opened, did one see a deeper shade of pink, blending to near red, the deeper one looked. It was a good thing he went ahead and took off his clothes for the erection standing straight out from his loins would have ripped the fabric. Snowflake's tail went up higher and moved to one side as Simon ran his tongue up and down the rubbery lips. Did I mention that they were bright pink? He human stood and applied some lube. And as with Mustang Sally, Snowflake was neither tied nor confined in any way.... So this could end one of two way, and Simon hoped it wouldn't be, 'Blue Balls'. The information he gathered from his tongue and Cory's lession, he knew to aim high. Snowflake's nether lips parted easily as he ran his cock tip up and down in her sex slit. Her white coat and pink flesh, there was no way Simon wasn't at least going to try to fuck her beautiful pussy. He slid the first few inches into her... Snowflake gave a shy glance back over her shoulder and ever so slightly, pushed back. Ask any zoo and they'll tell you, that first slide in to an animal is magical. The difference in body temperature, difference in the feel of the vaginal walls... When his full eight inches were in, he felt his balls touching the mound that housed the clit, which gave 'em a quick 'kiss'. The young executive kept himself in good shape. Trips to the gym and now the Country Club, he was capable of providing some powerful pussy pounding... But aside from the feral doe goat Betty, who liked a little, 'oomph' in her fucking, Nora and Simon had settled into a, 'slow and easy' way of making love. The Island doe loved the human, and his calm mating. She had heard that some humans can be a lot rougher. Not letting a doe get accustomed to the thicker human cock, before starting their thrusts. In the months they've been together, not once had he hurt her with over zealous fucking. Simon started fucking the white animal with long slow strokes. The walls of Snowflake's cunt, fairly rippled over the human's long shaft. Instead of goat vaginal muscles relaxing... He felt the muscles in the pink pony pussy snugging around his penis. Every time he looked down and saw his flesh sliding into the brilliant pink of the mare's nether lips, his cock gave another throb. Cory had to give both the human and pony credit for keeping it up for over twenty minutes, before the young executive started speeding up his fuck thrusts and was soon blowing his load into the white pony mare. ___________________________________________________ Bobby watched as one of those 'executive' type bus / van.... You know a large van with a super nice interior, 'fridge, monitors and the like. Any ways, it came to a halt in front of Cory's house/stable. "House on one end, stable on the other and fun in the middle", as the older Texan would say. All the doors seamed to pop open at once. "About time you guys here". The really young looking man that got out of the driver's side said, "I couldn't find that remote you gave me for your front gate", pointing at the bus, "Damn thing has way too many places to stash stuff". Turning toward Bobby.... "You must be the mystery guest... I'm Jeff, or if you are on any of the zoo forums, 'Oinker'". For some strange reason Bobby volunteered, "I'm EweLover". "Well if your posts are true, I'd say you are a little more then 'zoo friendly'". At that moment, the largest human, Bobby had ever seen, unfold itself from the open side door of the white van, and walk toward him. "Wow! Cory said one of the guys coming was a 'Beefeater'... You're amazing". Bobby stuck his hand out, and up, to shake. Karl smiled at one of the better reactions he just got from being seen for the first time. Cory herded the group up onto the covered part of the deck that ran along the house end of the building. "Be out of the sun up there". The introductions continued... Next was 'Mr. Brown'... But since he polo shirt he was wearing had "Brown Goat Dairy" embroidered on it, Bobby figured that was a real name. 'Bruce', who Bobby found out a little later he was married to a Kangaroo. 'Mr. Smith', was a young man a little older then he, Bobby guessed. He could tell the man had money, cause he wore the same brand of, 'Rich Farmer Clothes', as he did. The men sat in the shade and chatted amicably. Other then Karl being called away by a very noisy mare, that caused a ruckus when she heard the massive black man's voice. It was kind'a refreshing that the conversation just wasn't about fucking animals. They talked about the recent trip the group took to the Alamo and all the great food they had along the 'River Walk', making plans to go to Corpus Christi to maybe go deep sea fishing. And which Barbecue place they were going to hit next week. Plans for the Country Club's cruse was also talked about and if they wanted to go as a group or not. Sally the club manager was going, so that meant that Jeff would also go. Fred Brown said he'd better take his goat wife Gerty, since that's all he's heard about when the Club announced that they were organizing a cruse for the members. If Nora could get some time off then, 'Mr. Smith' would go. Bobby said he just might join the country club just to be able to take the cruse, sense he'd never been on one. Jeff got a message on his phone and turned to 'EweLover', "Well I just got the 'go ahead' to see if you wanted to meet with Molly at the Country Club sometime this week"? Bobby thought for a moment. "What brought that on"? Before Jeff could answer, Cory spoke up. "Well since there's a couple of guys here that work in security, and the one's that don't, well lets just say they are good 'company men'... so one or more probably texted your name, EweLover to the head of security and he did a background check and didn't find anything bad about you"... The older Texan paused a moment.... "And no it wasn't me, I kept my word about not telling them who you are".... "You're the one that shouted out your on line name". Bobby nodded, "Yea as soon as I said it, and from what you figured out about the Island Animal front office, I knew it wouldn't take 'em long to figure out who I was". "Even if there wasn't the possibility of a job offer, I still wouldn't mind hanging around you all'. Turning back to Jeff, "Yea, tell her I'd like to meet her". Jeff started typing, when Bobby said. "Ask her if she'd like to come out to my farm and see my sheep for herself. She can bring anyone she want's to come with her. Even a big security guard". Bobby winked at Karl. "If he's not too shagged out". _______________________________________ Once again Bobby watched the large white van pull to a stop. Only this time the large magnetic signs with the Country Club's logo was displayed on both sides, and the farm it was stopping in front of, was his. And again he watched as Jeff, its driver, get out. Stepping around to the passenger side, he opened the door and a brown Island Goat doe gracefully hopped out. Bobby made a careful note of where her white spots were on her face and neck. So if they met again, he'd know it was her. The rest of her was covered by the standard uniform of the place. Polo shirt, with the same logo repeated over her left pec, and a kilt, covered her to her knees. Her horns followed the contour of her head back and then flared out slightly. The human smiled, mostly to himself, as he noticed that, like a good prey animal, she glance quickly about, assessing for herself, her own personal safety. But very quickly those piercing golden goat eyes were focused on him. "Welcome to my ranch... I am happy you accepted my invitation." Whatever Bobby was going to say after that, was stopped by three county sheriff's cars rolling up his drive. The lead car, Bobby could see through the wind-screen, held the head deputy that the young Texan knew. Seams his farther and the deputy's father had been friends in school. He could also see that he was talking on his radio and the following two cars stopped. The led car got a bit closer when it also drew to a halt. Bill got out of the car with a rather large grin on his face, as he walked up to Bobby. "What's my sister say I've been doing this time"? With a grin that got even bigger he said, "Whatever it was, it don't matter now". Bobby looked genuinely perplexed at the lawman. The deputy turned to the Island Goat. "Thank you ma'm, you have freed me from these stupid, 'raids' I have been conducting on the farm". Molly inclined her head and told the deputy, "You're welcome". Molly had been filled in by Cory about the endless grief the young rancher's sisters had been causing him. And figured that this visit by the county police was also one such instance. And she also had a very good idea what the deputy was thanking her for. Bobby had no such 'insight', and continued to look perplexed. "You see my friend, the sheriff has been sending my out here because your sisters donated a ton of money to his election campaigns... So he has to keep in their good graces... But now". The deputy pointed to the large signs on the side of the van... "Since you are doing business with these fine Island Animals.... Well lets just say having a good reason to come out here and harass you, just got a lot harder". Molly felt she need to speak up, "We've never interfered with lawful; law enforcement". Again Bill turned to the doe goat, "Very true ma'm, but what is also true, departments that have engaged in 'questionable' law enforcement have found themselves facing an army of lawyers and were quickly sued into bankruptcy.... So again, I thank you ma'm". Bobby stood slack jawed as he looked from the deputy, to the Island Goat, and back to the deputy. Bill put on his sunglasses and started to get back in to this police cruiser, stopped, and this time he addressed Jeff the driver, pointing to Bobby he said, "When he starts functioning again, tell him I said I'll see him later". The car was nearly turned around, when Bobby finally thought to raise his hand to wave, 'good-bye'. The young rancher was still sputtering apologies as they all walked into the cool of the sheep barn. Putting his hand on Bobby's shoulder, Jeff told him, "Whoa... just ease up a sec... Cory and I both filed in Molly about the shit you've been putting up with... So don't worry about". Spotting some lawn chairs that were around a outdoorsy table, he guided the trio over to them. The barn was bright and airy. Looking out the large open doors, Molly could see the brown hairy sheep grazing on the grass. "You still have grass I see. Lucky... we have to water like crazy to keep even a hint of green in our pastures". 'Talking shop', seamed to bring Bobby back to life. "Luck of the draw, next year you'll get the rain and we'll be the ones feeding hay. They all sat on a wide asphalt walkway that ran across the front of the barn. This kept the office and Bobby's apartment cleaner by not waking directly in from the dirt floor. Molly stood and stepped closer to the low board fence. "I like the way you have it so you can either have a big open area, like this, or can divide it up into lambing and breeding pens. Bobby joined her and the two slowly walked along the hard black path of the rather large barn. Jeff could see a huge stack of hay at the far end. "While you two look around, I'm going out to the van for a cold soda". Jeff could see he was thoroughly ignored as the young sheep rancher was pointing to different features of his barn to Molly. The Country Club driver had nodded off to sleep. But the sound of hoof steps getting closer caused him to look up. Seeing the two still talking, he caught a few scraps of conversation. Something about building a bungalow for Bobby next to the main barn.... And something else he noticed.... Molly had a small piece of hay stuck in her hair, just behind her horn... They both stopped and looked up at Jeff. "Really?... Just like that and you two are shagging like bunnies?" Jeff knew that Molly had that, built in need. But Bobby didn't know that, so he was keen on hearing how this all went down. Molly spoke first, "Well you men kept hinting that Bobby was rather well endowed..." "I guess that's why she kept staring at my crotch... And I asked her if she wanted to see it...." Molly almost blushed... almost... "And I of course said yes....." At that point, the young sheep rancher did blush... Then the two turned and headed for the van... "Negotiations must be over", the driver told himself. And go up to follow the two out of the barn. Half way to the van, Jeff had to smile. "Seams our normally bow-legged goat, is a little more, bow-legged".
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    Ah, the passions of youth. You think love is something that happens and draws the two of you together. That is lust. Love is what happens when the two of you stay together and grow into one. Enjoy the lust, I assure you that he will. Take care of him and in a few years both of you will realize that you are incomplete without the other. Then we can talk about love. Take it from an old fart, this is how the world works. Your glands, your receptors in your brain, your instincts and his are all designed to work this way.
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    Here's an Oglaf classic:
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    With Tippy, and even more-so with Shadow, there was a feminine attitude that attracted me, and with both an extremely strong personality that drew me to them, but there was more still. I knew immediately I'd be with Tippy the rest of her life when I met her, knew right then we'd be lovers whether sex played a role or not, knew she was my soul. Something in her eyes I guess. Shadow took longer to know I loved her as more than just a pet and companion, but I guess her eyes played a huge role too even though she couldn't see with them. I'd have to say the eyes are the most attractive feature to me, followed closely by a strong, independent personality... sw
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    I prefer females but may go the d side if I know the male well enuff.
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    1865.Utagawa-School. Belligavi Tripurantakesvara Temple
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    In order of experience... Sows, cows, dogs(m), dogs(f), donkeys(f)
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    Thanks for sharing those! There's a lot I hadn't seen before. I just wish more Rule34 artists would learn how to draw a proper equine cock. ;-) Here's a few more from various artists on FurAffinity, including one of the few decent fanart pix of Puss in Boots.
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    Hello, and welcome to the Zoo Writers Guild! I envisioned this forum back in 1999 with Stasya T Canine to be a place where writers who were also Zoophile could showcase their work, seek help in stuck works, and collaborate on projects together. It has always struck me the amount of talent found with-in the community. This forum will hopefully be a place where Authors may hone their skills, generate a larger audience and gain inspiration from like minded talent. Thank you to Jedidiah for making this a reality. Hopefully, you will find the forum useful and entertaining. silverwolf- Tippys (and Shadows) Mate