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  1. 3 points
    I will never forget the day I met Covy. My human boyfriend at the time decided he'd like to get a female shepherd, and searching through classifieds he found one and brought me along to go pick her up. When we got there, it was a white shepherd breeding ranch; Covy was not among their breeding stock but their family dog, but they explained an accident put her in a terrible depression and she wasn't bonding with them. They said they accidentally left her locked outside when she was 6 months old in her first heat with one of their very dominant male white shepherds, and she had puppies as a result but seemed traumatized and became very depressed. She would scarcely eat at all, she was badly underweight, she would not respond to pets or scritches, would just lie flat on the floor. And that's how I found her, laying flat on the floor under an end table. My boyfriend chatted with her owners whilst I knelt on the floor beside her, petting and caressing her gently ... but she would not react. She would sigh, her eyes on the floor. I spent an hour on the floor with her when, finally, she shifted her gaze ever so slightly to me. She gave the slightest thump of the tip of her tail on the floor, and she licked my hand I was giving her scritches with. She very much owned my heart at that point. We took her home ... drama happened, she bonded with me and we became inseparable. We were together several years ... my last year with her was in the Rocky mountains of Colorado, where she and I would go for walks through the pristine high-altitude alpine forest in peace and quiet. She completed me, and I completed her; she was able to wag and play after just a few months of my just spending time with her. I miss her greatly.
  2. 3 points
    In my state, having sex with an animal was not specifically illegal until very recently. However, anyone caught in the act would be "creatively" prosecuted. The charges would typically be "deviant sexual intercourse" or cruelty to animals. Even if it was a male dog pounding away and clearly enjoying himself. I expect there are still sodomy laws on the books here, too. This is an old state and things seldom get repealed unless some special interest group throws a lot of money around. In the late 1960s, a girl I sort of knew got caught with a neighbor's (male) dog. The charge was an obscure one that I had not heard of before or since: "Manifest danger of falling into the ways of vice" or something similar. I'm no legal expert, but that sounds like they were more worried about her becoming a prostitute than a zoophile. I suspect that some of these new laws stem from the fact that many people consider their pets and/or livestock to be surrogate children. Therefore, having sex with an animal is no different from molesting a child. As for me, I don't do much differently than I have in the past. I am a bit more careful now that more people are aware that such things happen. I never told anyone about my sexual preferences before, I don't now. I try my best to keep it out of sight. I was a bit careless a time or six in the past but got lucky for the most part. Be careful, be discreet, keep your mouth shut. Watch what you post on line. Don't create media that could be used as evidence against you or let anyone create it for you. Assume that people are out to get you because they are. Don't get caught up in the heat of the moment and let your guard down. A little common sense goes a long way.
  3. 3 points
    Yikes, it ended up long again! (I suck at word economy (?:^( Oh well, here goes... I would have to be one of those whose "delurk" - if that means "open" as in a forum vs "private" as between two people only - was not optimistic or exuberant at all. Indeed, it was quite the opposite. Some background... Even before the start of my sexual awakening at the end of the sixties, I knew that the world's population was numbered in the billions. So when it became apparent what I was turning out to be, I was confident that even at a small fraction or decimal of a percent, that others of Zoosexual orientation had to number in the tens of thousands at least, probably in the hundreds of thousands, and maybe even millions. Even when it extended to, and then became, a full-on imprint on Birds, I was confident that the numbers still had to be in the high hundreds or thousands. So for me, even then, the question was not if there were others like me, but rather, if there could somehow be a safe way to find and to contact any of them. Also, taking Latin in high school at the time and reading scientific journals, I had learned Latin & Greek roots, and independently coined the words "Zoophile"and "Zoosexual". likewise with "Orniphile" and "Ornisexual", only learning decades later, that they should have been spelled "Ornithophile" and "Ornithosexual". I even used the word "orientation" to internally reference my developing and bifurcating sexual focus, long before I ever heard or saw it being used by others in reference to sexuality. It would be soon after that I would learn the name of that process, the ethological process of "imprinting". Fast-forward to late 1994. A zoo-friendly friend loaned me time on his computer and helped me to learn it and the internet. With my not understanding the differences between account names, usernames, addresses, and passwords, I had accidentally created the username "Resident Hyaena" while setting up my first - and for Zoo-use-only - e-mail account. And in the next four years, I had made e-mail contact with about half-a-dozen other Zoos, by way of their personal web pages. Nearly all my online Zoo time was at personal web pages, reading personal accounts, essays, checking rather few images, making contacts, checking out how-tos and story archives, and exploring the Zoo Ring, Ian's Zoo Links, & other "road maps", both Zoo and non-Zoo, for this new "information super-highway". I had run across forums, but I did not understand how they worked. I saw all these tight stacks of staggered lines, and trying to read them just yielded a big string of apparently disconnected and disparate snippets of conversations. Then, spring of 1999. I had been online for about four years & some months, weeks, and days. I had finally figured out how to follow the forum "threads", and for a few months now, I had been "lurking" at one called "The Vivarium Forum", or "TVF", operated by Hermes Trismegistus, and another, the forum of the site "The Pages of Proteus" operated by Proteus Protei. By now, I had seen much of the online Zoo "community" of the time, the good, the bad, the full gamut of what people had - and didn't have - to offer. But in these two forums, the stress & strains within the community were particularly evident, especially regarding who and what should or should not be considered a "True Zoo". The delurk.... Then, the end of April or the beginning of May. It was well after midnight, and the end of an hours-long drive back from a convention. I checked TVF, and found that a Zoo regular named Valerio, had posted his take on who and what were & were not Zoo. (Soon after, I had, with the help of Ren, saved the then recently deleted posts in that thread. But they then died again, with the fatal crash of my first computer. So I cannot properly quote the content, only paraphrase or summarize it). In Valerio's diatribe or "rant", he discredited and disparaged those who had or wanted sexual activity with the "Wrong" Animals, dismissing and condemning all those that engaged with Birds and some other Animals, as abusers and rapists. Others chimed-in with their approvals and "yessah's". And with that, I "delurked". It was not optimistic or exuberant, not in the least. It was fury and rage! I began - even then and there - with the paragraph I had always used when making my initial introduction by e-mail, and have used in all Zoo forum introductions since: "Hello there. My online name is Resident Hyaena (a name that came about more by accident than design). I'm a Zoo, most specifically an Ornithophile, a lover of Birds." After that, I let loose. Again, I have no surviving copy of it, and with the writing of the original post done largely under post-driving exhaustion, the fog of rage, and unaccustomed-to levels of adrenaline, my retention of what I wrote was deficient at best. But I did express my love for Birds, my care for their well-being, and challenged his harsh presumptions of abuse, describing what I knew that Birds enjoyed, and what could be done safely. But for his assertions that because of the presumed "abuse", that sexual contact with Birds proved that you didn't care and so didn't really "love" them, I gave my harshest reply. Paraphrasing here, as per the above limiting factors, I asked him, in part: "Have you ever raised a young Bird (or other Animal) from birth to adult? I have! Have you ever had a Bird (or other Animal) come to you, begging for sexual attention? I have! Have you and a Bird (or other Animal) ever gone to a "special place" to spend time together, to grow together, and to share in each others lives? I have! Have you ever had to watch your Bird (or other animal) as they aged, and declined, knowing there was nothing you could do to stop it? I have! And finally, have you ever had to return to that special place with what was your Bird (or other Animal) to finally lay them to rest, and to cry over and agonize over them, forever? I HAVE!" Many minutes, more typing, and eight "zinging" fingertips later, I finally posted it. No optimism, no exuberance. Just anger, despair, and agony. Physically and mentally spent, I shut down the computer and plopped into bed. The next day, I returned to the site and the post. And to a number of replies. Most were supportive, but one titled "Whoh There!" stood out. It was from Valerio. In it, he "clarified" his points, and "assured" that he did not mean to portray Ornithophiles as abusers, as not caring, not loving, or not real Zoos. And he expressed a willingness to learn more. I sent him info in multiple mailings, including development, activities, and accounts with various Birds. Only the "accounts" mailing had survived. What followed... I was accepted at TVF, and continued posting there as time and limited typing ability would allow. But never again in the manner I did that first time! The thread with my delurk did not last though, it was deleted just two days later by Hermes, who was prone to delete not just what violated the rules, which it did not, but also anything that he just didn't "like". Considering the even more acrid atmosphere at the Proteus forum, I remained just a lurker there. It would not last; citing health issues with him and his Dog, Valerio posted less and eventually stopped, his e-mail going dead. Not long after, Hermes, citing frustrations with the community at large, shut down the site and vanished. His earlier, abandoned page, "Welcome To Paradigm" persisted as a moribund, or "zombie" site, but eventually disappeared as well. Not long after, he resurfaced as Ebonlupus, with a new personal web page - Tailhole.org - sans forum. I looked it over a couple of times, but quickly gave up on it. I soon found a forum of sorts - I *think* under the Yahoo Groups umbrella - called the Zoo Writers Group. (to Silverwolf: please correct me if any of the information, chronology, or accounts are incorrect). I found it a good fit, and began a story under a story writing contest. But due to vehicle failure and misjudging the magnitude of the task, it was never completed. Unfortunately, if I remember right, Yahoo shut it, and many or all other Groups down. Another iteration later emerged, but disappeared as well. Before the forums, I found fellow Ornithophile, Hawk, and after or around the time the Groups vanished, he re-launched a new version of his old forum, Zoophile.org, which had disappeared before I found Hawk. I established a good presence there, and Ornithophiles were welcome, though questioned by some members. But with his disdain for Microsoft, and tendency for running things incompatible with Internet Explorer, Windows, and other Microsoft systems, I often found myself unable to access or navigate the site or to post there. Eventually, with another site reboot, I found myself unable to access it at all, getting "red screen" blocked. E-mail addresses began to change, bounce, and change again, and contact was eventually lost. I soon found another site, called "Pet Lovers Forum". First, under White_Shadow, then Midnitecrow, it was much less formal, and a much friendlier place than TVF. Later, having established a good presence, I was invited to join a secret forum, known only by, and available by way of, a very limited invite only. And both were Ornithophile friendly. I spent more time and made many more posts at those two than at any other forum. Unfortunately, due to provider & host conflicts, spurred by moves or legal changes in the host country, those two and other "problematic" Midnitecrow forums were eventually shut down. During all that time, personal web pages were disappearing at an alarming rate, with almost no replacements. By the time PLF and the others were dropped, only Ren's Kennel and The Ultimate Zoo Page remained. And they soon disappeared as well. I searched around for other forums, but the few I found, like the latest iteration of Zoo.org, and Zoophile's Forum were "Red-Page" locked-out, with no way to bypass the barrier. After two years or more of nothing, I finally found "BF", as many are wont to call it. Despite the crowded and "alien" feel to it, I joined, having found no other accessible forum. I was welcomed well enough, and figured I might do okay there. But I soon found out that the admins frowned on activity with Birds, that the "Chicken raper" model, the "ALL sex with birds is ALWAYS harmful" mantra and associated Avian myths, had been repeated to the point of being accepted without question as "Established Fact", never to be disputed or challenged. And not even to be discussed, other than yessahs' and hear-hears' to their gospel "Truth". It was not looking good for me there. But there was a thread posing the question of whether it was possible to ethically have sexual interactions with an Ostrich. Seeing it, and some of the downright ridiculous things being said, I decided to reply to it. It apparently was enough for the moderators to reconsider their initial plans to lock that thread, though not enough to reconsider the "indisputable facts" referenced above. The thread is still open, but is currently going nowhere. Two years after finding BF, I found a site called "Herpy". A "Scalie" site for Reptile & Dragon Furries, it was welcoming to "Avians" as well, and "accepting to tolerant" of my Ornithophily, though I was advised to be careful about presenting any real life accounts or descriptions of actual events. It was still a much better fit for me than BF, and I found myself posting much more there, and my posts being surprisingly well received. I even considered it as a place to post my still unfinished story. But there were troubles ahead. The site was running unreliably on old "patched-up" software, and the co-founder of the site, with all the technical skills, had gone off a few years earlier to attend full-time to his other enterprise. For a long time, the Herpy admins had been trying to contact him for help. But when they finally got in touch, he, with no notice to the admins, shut down and wiped-out the entire site and its archives, leaving only a lame message page which essentially added up to "So long, and thanks for all the fish!" Finally, by a very fortunate series of coincidences, I recently found this current iteration of the Zoo Writers Guild, and its sibling site, Zoophilia Pictures. Reminded again, by the loss of Herpy, I had resumed work on the story. And with the finding of this latest Zoo Writers iteration, the continuation of my work on the story, and the re-surfacing of some of my earliest and best Zoo contacts, much has now come "full circle". What now?... So as for the "doesn't feel differently" part, yes and no. The "optimism and exuberance" wasn't there for me at the delurk, and so wasn't there for me to lose. The "onlining" of Zoo has caused social backlash and legal repression, but it has also allowed us to share information that enables us to better care for and protect our Animal partners, and if we take the situation seriously and act sensibly, it should enable us to better safeguard our privacy. And it has also removed our isolation from one another. For many Zoos, the pre-internet loneliness and isolation must have been devastating, a social solitary confinement. And it has been shown many times that social isolation has terrible effects upon both the physical and mental health of those so burdened. But now, a really bad - and little talked about - situation. For all the negativity we face, we, the online Zoos, are in many ways the lucky ones. Though we face social and legal oppression and backlash, we and our Animals still have, or can have, the support of other zoos. Even if its just you and one other Zoo writing to each other, and just letting each other know that you and they are not alone. But most Zoos probably don't have even that. Considering the grossly disparate distribution of resources, with most of the world's population living in what we would recognize as deep poverty, it is likely that most of the world's Zoos are not, have not been, and will never be online, and have rarely found other Zoos without first finding or being found out by disapprovers. Or worse. These "disenfranchised" Zoos have none of the benefits of being online, but are still subject to all the disapproval and legal oppression, which is readily "available" to them, whether online or not. I suspect that most of the world's Zoos are living in constant fear, with no reason to hope for things ever getting better. Unfortunately, other than our sympathy, there is, like the aging of our Animal companions, probably little or nothing that we can do about it. There's a lot more to those issues, and many other issues untouched here. And cannot be touched here, as this reply is already way too long! Maybe to be taken up in other threads? What next?... One thing we probably should be keeping an eye on though, is the upcoming repeal of "Net Neutrality". It may have a major impact on our online presence. Or it could also have very little effect at all. Or something in-between. Then again, with so many confident otherwise, look what ended up in the White House! If for no other reason than "Old Man Murphy", we should probably be prepared for substantial impact. If not being done already, we should be making sensible preparations, such as alternate lines of communication and backing-up of archives (the latter of which I had to learn the hard way (?:^( Just in case the "vehicles" of our information super-highway should suddenly "go south". Resident Hyaena ^..^
  4. 3 points
    Incidentally, we just compiled an archive of the subreddit, but it might be a bit spotty given the collection method. I'll ask the host about sharing the details. EDIT: Archive can be found here. The archiver also picked up since deleted threads and the like. It's missing the last month or so, but the rest of it is complete, maybe even more complete than the original funnily enough.
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  6. 2 points
    Interesting way to think about it. I'm three times 21.
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    You can't if your goal is to be logical, but if your goal is "win", you grab Schopenhauer's stratagems and see how many you can check off the list. When victory is more important than truth, it doesn't matter how you win, only that you do. That said, I think most of these laws get started in an honest attempt to do something good, but an action based in ignorance has little chance of doing anything constructive. As for the text of this law specifically, I think it's so poorly written that it's less likely to withstand heavy scrutiny than one better written, as such, it's somewhat of a benefit as garbage on the topic will satisfy the ignorant as much as something more substantial. I would very much love to see some requirement for laws to pass the scrutiny of something such as the framework outlined in Mill's "On Liberty" before being brought up for vote, but what I want has little effect on the world at large.
  12. 2 points
    The posting of this study here is, as the sub-forum suggests, to highlight it's place in the history of the online community. I feel that as well as highlighting its flaws in our replies, it is equally important to highlight its effect on bestiality and zoophilia both at the time and now. I have rather strong feelings on the science, that are echoed by 30-30s reply above, but I also have strong feelings on its effect. I personally believe that this "study" did more harm than good, as it helped popularize "zoophilia" as a catch-all term in bestiality and commercial porn search tags and helped institute some of the worst of the web for animals. I also believe it helped popularize the pure using of non-humans as sex toys by many folk and as money makers by many more. I also believe it pulled many into sex with animals solely as a way to "spice up" their human relationships, or to simply attract other humans. Finally, by focusing more attention on the online zoophilia and bestiality communities in such an under-informed and poorly conceived study, I believe it helped spur the debate on and addition of new laws against bestiality in many places. I would not be surprised if this study were not used in evidence against us in such debates. I'd be interested to hear your thoughts on what it did historically. sw
  13. 2 points
    What you don´t know about sex with animals, by Hani Miletski...alternative title is: "How to fail at providing real data by excessively befriending with your study subjects beyond any measures necessary" Or... "How to quickly abandon any scientific scepticism and lose all scientific relevancy by misjudging personal impressions and anecdotes for scientific evidence", by Hani Miletski. Look, I´m all for providing anything regarding our orientation for the ones not in this for decades, the youngsters, the ones who just recently discovered search engines etc....but what we absolutely should avoid is just putting stuff like that in here without any commentary. Sadly many will feel justified by stuff like that too quickly, become inhabitants of that special "zoo" filter bubble and experience massive petrification of their minds. I´d strongly advise pointing out the massive flaws Miletski´s pseudo study undoubtedly has. Everything else is just deliberately misleading our own kind on purpose. As I said so many times before, Miletski´s "study" is more of a " How "zoophiles" act when they know they´re being observed" versus a real scientific study gathering actual data. And as much as I want to believe Miletski´s "findings", reality sadly tells an entirely different story...just hop over to Beastforum and take a look at how our community is behaving when nobody relevant from the outside is watching. When our public image cannot effectively manipulated by playing the nice guy for the "scientist". I always refer to M.´s "study" as "How zoophiles want to be seen by public", not as "How zoophiles actually are". Read up on Freud´s definition of the self, the ego and the super ego and you´ll easily realise that M.´s "study" solely portrayed the super ego of these folks, an idealised weltbild of themselves, handed out with the knowledge it would heavily influence Miletski and the way she would perceive her newly found "friends". This is a basic methodological error no scientist is supposed to make if he/she really deserves this title. Miletski made herself into a propaganda tool for those "zoos", either knowingly or unknowingly...nonetheless, who in here is thinking that an actual animal rapist and not-at-all-zoo would openly confess to Miletski that he/she is forcing his "beloved" animal , that he/she truly sees animals as a mere sex toy, that he/she is doing things behind barred dorrs not even the most permissive fellow "zoo" would deem acceptable? Always keep in mind the ancient motto of "cui bono?"..."who profits?"....Miletski exchanged her scientific basic principles for a little bit of dubious fame, the "zoos" involved had their little propaganda piece of "Oooh, look, we´re oh so harmless and totally normal folks", the usual self victimisation schtick and once again, the first casuality of this whole mess was truth. Always remember the proverbial "If it looks too good to be true, it probably isn´t true"...and apply it to everything, even if it goes against what you want. Never let your agenda, your hopes and your wishes fog your mind.Always keep in mind that everyone, even the worst folks, perceive themselves as nice people, even Hitler, Stalin and Pol Pot did. When reading Miletski´s "study", call a salt mine beforehand...because just a few grains of salt absolutely won´t be enough for this "study" to be taken with. And, please, don´t become just another trench fight warrior... Miletski´s "study" now is several years old and it turned out not to be the "great eyeopener" as so many "zoos" have promised themselves it would be. Nothing changed for the better, quite the opposite. Now we have strict legislation against "zoophilia" almost worldwide and more hostile "antis" than we´ve ever had before.This is NOT an isolated thing, folks...it is entirely linked to the real picture all this pornography has given of us as well as it is linked to unreliable pieces like Miletski´s "study" and its basic scientific flaws even the most uneducated hillbilly can sense, yet not formulate into well worded criticism. "They" feel something is wrong with this, by instinct alone. I can too. Hope you also can. I´d absolutely appreciate if another scientist would dare to touch this controversial topic once again, but this time, please let is be someone who doesn´t undermine everything by getting too close to his study subjects, who doesn´t take every story he is presented with for granted without any validation, who doesn´t make the same methodological mistakes as Miletski. Someone who really deserves to be called a scientist....and I will absolutely accept anything he will find, even if it does not paint such a favourable picture of "us". I want truth, not to conquer our "enemies"...in the name of the animals we claim to love so much. I want to know what the goddamn hell is going on with me, with us, not just some justification for bestiality and zoophilia for the feelgood effect. I want truth...hope you do too.
  14. 1 point
    Born: 1951 Location: Oklahoma Orientation: Straight zoo exclusive Art/Author: Um, no If you think I’m me, you're probably right. You probably know me from several other boards past and present, (member, staff). One or 2 of those boards have so much drama/ baggage, that I won’t burden this one with that baggage, so have a different user name here. Yeah I'm old. There it is. Social security. Not rich enough to quit working. I've been zoo exclusive since I first became aware of my sexuality. Lost my virginity to a pony mare. She lost hers at the same time. Back in the day we (sometimes) discussed "animal stuff" on the back of the school bus, after we were out in the country and the city kids had gotten off/weren't on yet. Everything then was local. Wasn’t internet for decades (barely is now, rural internet sucks Big Hairy Bull Balls). Back then it was "your own business", and the penalty for getting stupid with your little secret was people making rude animal noises when you walked by. (Not me; Ba-aaa-aaa-nly the sheep shagger). Of course I have many women friends and colleagues, but the human body just doesn't do it for me. Not because of any one thing, just grew up on a farm and, well, critters are beautiful! We had a thousand goats, m/l (base herd = 800, plus kids), the Old Man having tried other types of livestock with remarkable lack of success; the goats did pretty well. As he was always preoccupied elsewhere, most of the "animal chores" fell to me, with my complete approval. The Old Man had some kind of grudge against animal sexuality; any animal not meant for breeding was de-sexed before it ever set foot on the place. Spayed/neutered dogs. The breeding stallion got de-nutted for making the Old Man look the fool. The cattle were steers. (With one notable exception; we (me) took care of a Jersey milk cow one summer when the owners were away. I learned to milk gallons by hand, and the cow got "taken care of".) I have -intimate- knowledge of almost all livestock species females that can be found in Oklahoma, with the notable exception of cervids and camelids (though I plan to get an alpaca; a Great and Wonderful Friend, no longer with us, discussed at length reindeer and alpacas, and while I would love to have a reindeer, it's just too unfriendly climate for them here. But there are alpacas in the area.) Also known bitches of many dog breeds, (and a few males, for production only). Current residents: Dane bitches, Mastiff bitches, potbelly pig sows, "natural" pig sow (let me know where I can contact an Island Sow please--), pygmy goat does, hair sheep (production herd, and a couple "favorites"), donkey jack, mini-molly mule. My work often takes me to other people’s farms, where I get to see a lot of stuff. Do I “do” other people’s animals? Nope. Do I think other people “do” their animals? Seems likely I know a few. Case in point: I was working on equipment in a machine barn; I left the sliding door open for extra light. Shortly a very large, clean sow sauntered in like she owned the place, came over and inspected my work, and flopped down right against my legs; I had to lean on her to keep from falling. She remained there for the duration; as the work progressed she was actually in the way, but she was so “inspirational” that I didn’t want to make her move, I leaned on her and across her until the job was finished. Then I got a handful of dog food and ushered her outside with it; I didn’t want her to get in trouble when the owners came home, then I left. Was she expecting something besides dog food? Maybe. It’s a dirty job. And I get to do it…….
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    What meerkats do when you aren't looking. This is why meerkats stand on stumps with their junk hanging out.
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    Bleak, desolate wastelands! lol Other than that it looks gorgeous
  19. 1 point
    It wasn't discussing 'zoo' that became forbidden, it was bestiality, and it was more likely than not because they have people above them that need to be placated, an amazon web service EULA they're beholden to, and investors and shareholders they're obligated to please.
  20. 1 point
    The news exaggerates a lot of things, and I'll agree these laws are unfair, but I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation; as far as the psychiatric community goes zoophilia is considered a fetish, and in some cases a disorder, not a legitamite orientation, people dont and will never see it any different; I had a zoophilia blog going for 3 days; and was messaged several times to go kill myself; some of them were complaints that I was rebloging regular pictures from other groups; apparently that I was in turn pushing my "perverted fetish" on everyone, was the exact words, I basically was being harrased and descriminated because of my sexuality, so I just said fuck it and gave up; you think that society will ever accept zoophilia?? As far as I've seen its the total opposite, more laws are being made opposing us, everyday, as the hatred grows ever stronger; but far be it from me to crush your niaeve idea of how it should be, reality check is, the odds of zoophilia becoming legal are just as much as Americans getting their pre 911 Rights back; I'd see the latter happening instead, still doubtful..
  21. 1 point
    So says you THe majority of the world see at as evil perverts raping animals. Hunters kill animals, they believe near instantly, so the animal suffer little. The so call themselves zoo's, torture and mentally abuse the poor animals for your own satisfaction. No matter how many times you swear the animals want it, and love it ... they will never believe it, because they do not want to believe it is possible, and refuse to believe it is possible. Zoo's only claim such lies to try and make people accept that raping a poor defenseless animal is a good thing, so they can get away with continuing to do it, is how many think. Why do you think people classify a dog fucking the hell out of a women as animal abuse. The think we train them to do it by punishing them if they don't, and they would never in a million years actually want sex with anything but their own kind. I have seen this actual argument used to justify it as animal abuse. Actually READ the comments these people make about zoo's .. some of the actual comments ....we are animal fuckers calling ourselves zoo just to try fool people into thinking it is not as bad as it is, in the hopes we can get away with it.
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    BTW, nice looking dog. Also, the mare is doing great folks, and is letting me put a blanket on her. She still shys a bit with strangers, but has become much more comfortable with me. My buckskin protects her and she comes easily when called. I'll keep you all updated off and on. sw
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    This is my sister's dog, he's been with us for over 5 years now. He's the definition of a dumb, but loving thing. He also may be a barking potato, we aren't sure. The closest thing to a lover I can get, we literally sleep the day away snuggled together. Probably the one thing keeping me alive at times. He also gives kisses. Too many kisses.
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    I was referring to "We" as an online community. What have "we" done? Nothing more than bring it to the general publics eye that we exist, in fairly large numbers. At least in greater numbers than was generally thought. Folks were comfortable enough with the thought of the random farmboy fucking a cow and the jokes of such things because they could deny they really existed, but "we" have made it clear that we do exist. And that has made the average "joe" highly uncomfortable enough to try to eradicate us. "We" also popularized the act of having sex with animals in my opinion. I believe at least half of those in the community today would not have taken the step into zoophilia/ bestiality were it not for our little 'club'. The sad thing is "we" cannot change this much, nor was it necessarily preventable once the internet was created. "We" can prevent further damage by disappearing though that seems a step unfair to us. So, what did you do? You delurked, same as I, and helped create a community that enabled, highlighted and fostered such things as popular among other fringe communities. I agree only with the line from 30-30 btw. I'm sure he has his own reasons. I may or may not agree with some of them, but I do think for myself. I have, as I stated above, believed this for years and I've seen nothing to change my mind. I remain online and in this community because there is really no other place to go. Finally, all voices and points of view are welcome here, and some will leave a bad taste in your mouth. My stance against pushing for more attention frequently does with folks. That is all I was referring to in agreeing with 30-30s line in his reply, and one point I know he is in agreement with. I don't like his methods, nor his belief that we should have absolutely no voice. I think voices of reason will prevail, though slowly. I never see us having a "Zoo rights" type of legislation, only because it would be one-sided (the human side) and we as a community cannot even agree what those 'rights' are. OK, I've gone well beyond your question and I'm sorry for that. I leave it only to educate folks as to who and what I am. sw
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    This is a re-post from the archive. Originally written by SEM and published on my old Zoo Web Page. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ethics and Zoophilia By SEM Editor'd note: This Essay originally appeared in the news group talk.politics.animals during debate concerning animal rights and humans who are attracted sexually to animals. It is posted with the permisison of the author. Religion, by nature, is both subjective and exclusive (the our sect is special because we're the only one that understands the true nature of things and everone else is damned" syndrome). As religious and cultural taboos vary from culture to culture, we cannot use them as a basis for determining right and wrong. The litmus test I'd choose to use is "harm", with the sole exception of harming oneself (the freedom of self-determination cannot exist if the ability to self-destruct is revoked). Murder harms another person. Rape harms another person. Theft harms another person. Assault and battery harms others. Psychological abuse harms. Drunken driving has great potential to harm other people. These offenses have distinct and identifiable victims and perpetrators, the exact nature of the harm done is often readily apparent (due to the victim often being intentionally targeted, or even an innocent bystander). But, does just *being* drunk hurt others? Does merely getting high on marijuana harm anyone? Does soliciting prostitution harm? (John Stossel of ABC's "20/20" did a couple of thought-provoking stories on these topics). Does engaging in sexual intercourse with a member of the same gender (or members of another species) harm anyone? Or are they "victimless" crimes? Can gods (of a religiously diverse country) be victims of any indignities against their honor? I must maintain that they are not; how can a god be named a victim if nobody can even reach a consensus on the nature of that god? Can society be victimized? Yes, it can, when some people decide to go against the majority and decide to violate its laws and customs. Society is definitely harmed when scofflaws stir unrest. Murders and thefts cause distress and disrupt harmony as individuals seek to exact revenge over wrongs having been committed. On a brief sidenote, the ancient Athenian king Drako is not the ruthless villain the words associated with his name ("draconian") often seem to imply; he actually came to the *rescue* of his society by codifying the laws and punishments, and getting the government involved in meting out justice, especially in murder cases such that the cycle of feuding and revenge would stop (ideally) with the deaths of only the victim and perpetrator. Without the institution of society (through the government it administers) setting itself up as a "victim by proxy", the vicious cycle of revenge/avenging gets out of control. But all too often society sets itself up for an inappropriate victimhood...the civil disobediences perpetrated by women and blacks in the US victimized society. How does that happen? The people who compose society overstep their bounds and stop minding their own business. They blind themselves to the reality that their only basis for denying rights to some eligible classes are generally unsupported by any semblance of reason. They begin pushing subjective legislation around that has nothing to do with enforcing the purpose of the government in a free society: to keep people from harming each other. The government ceases to be merely a victim by proxy, it becomes a full-fledged victim when that happens. So, what's wrong with the government becoming a victim in and of itself? Easy...freedoms are trampled underfoot. To an extreme, the government and its rulers suppress dissent and any other freedoms it deems harmful to itself (hot issue recently was burning of the US flag; elsewhere, such as in China, political prisoners continue to rot in prison because they espoused democracy and thus victimized the socialist regime running society). The rule of thumb isn't a hard concept. All the people need to do is arrange a government that basically maintains order and security. It most properly accomplishes this by: (1) setting itself up as a victim by-proxy *only* for other beings (i.e., it cannot represent itself as a victim) (2) recognizing as victims only sentient beings whose existence is universally acknowledged-- physically present animals (including humans). This means no gods or subjective religious dogma should be a factor. The reason for this being that there are many gods around that often have conflicting agendas, which will bring their respective followers into bitter conflict (whether they exist or not). It's not up to society to determine which God (or god) is the correct one, that's too subjective and difficult to do without setting up a state-run church. Only when some god or another steps forward and indisputably claims damages should the government defend that entity. Note: the freedom to worship (without infringing upon rights of others) can be disrupted, and in such a case there *is* a victim: the ego of the god is irrelevant, but the worshipper would clearly have been wronged. This is all ideal. When society can't even arrive at a general consensus on which organisms deserve the status of personhood, everything will continue to be shaken up and society will continue to evolve. Today, blacks and natives are considered to be people with rights, not livestock as they were seemingly treated in generations past. Perhaps in the future, mammals (and other animals) will be considered to hold full rights, and folks will look back at the ways we treat and use livestock today and call us unenlightened barbarians. To seemingly be decided in the near future is even the status of fetal humans; as things stand now in the US, pre-birth humans have no rights until they're born alive (even at stages where they have highly developed brains and modern medicine is able to sustain their lives independent of the mother). However, (this is the suggestion) we can make things more ideal by at least resolving some of the more obvious issues: decriminalizing the crimes objectively determined to be "victimless". We need to distinguish the subjective "wrongs in our own minds" from *real* wrongs. Homosexual relationships between two consenting adults seem to be exclusively a wrongs in many people's minds (and against the dignities of their God), yet not a *real* wrong against society at large, because it victimizes no individuals. A weird case: pedophilia between adult men and boys used to be an accepted rite of passage in ancient Greece (this is definitely *not* a defense of pedophilia as I'll point out later on, it is just the way things were). In their society it seems that fathers had great cultural difficulty in expressing any sort of affection for their own sons (excessive doting was socially unacceptable), so they took on the sons of others as proteges/lovers. There was no stigma attached, and the protege generally stood to benefit by gaining a mentor who would aid him in rising through the ranks. Both benefitted, the youth receiving affection (I cannot fathom this situation not being harmful in some ways, such as the sexuality thrust upon a sexually immature person, but I must reserve judgement because I did not live in that society), the mentor from being able to express affection. But that situation has changed. The widely-held views of society today makes that type of relationship a crime. The stigma attached to the act reflect negatively on both the victims and perpetrators of pedophilia. That situation results in psychological harm in this society and cannot be tolerated until the harm stops (*if* it ever disappears). However, the question is, is pedophilia a wrong in my mind and almost everyone else's, something subjective that we learned, or is it a *real* wrong that society has realized and corrected? As for bestiality...the point is largely moot. Can harm be committed against a creature that has no real rights? Humans choose not to bestow the "right to life" on animals, we don't require their consent to kill them. Nor do we require their informed consent to domesticate and train them to work for us. We often circumvent and suppress their wills in compelling them to bear young, either via restraint or artificial insemination. But this issue is more complex than just animals not having many rights though, since we do seem to grant them the right to a life without excessive misery and pain. It all boils down to whether animals suffer from having sex with humans, either physically or psychologically. Unless beaten or otherwise bullied or restrained into submission, I fully believe that animals are indeed able to consent (or not consent) to just about anything...sometimes my horses run away when I pull out the saddle because they don't feel like being ridden. It used to take a great deal of persistence, patience, and persuasion to get them to consent to taking their dewormer pastes (I don't believe in using force or physical restraints to "persuade" them to do *anything*, with the sole exception of keeping them fenced in). And it is well known that horses will sometimes kick if they don't consent to something invading their space. Breeding hobbles are used to prevent mares from acting out their dissent to being bred in the form of kicking out at the stud; if they weren't able to resist, the hobbles wouldn't be necessary. And dogs bite (just try touching the bone of a possessive dog without its consent). Pretty much all animals have defenses and the capability to physically resist or at least make known their objections. So, I guess I must reserve judgement on this issue. Hmmm...with one exception. It does really seem like animals *can* be psychologically damaged if they *don't* consent to sex (or even physically, someone on another board related the story of a mare fighting being bred to the degree that, even though restrained in breeding hobbles and doped up on tranquilizers, she flipped over backwards and broke her back). And certainly young (sexually immature) animals have great potential to be harmed by any sort of sexual relations; my sister's Lab bitch just experienced her first heat recently...the bitch was definitely not ready by the accounts my sister gave, she resisted and fled from all potential suitors instead of consenting to mate with them. To force the dog to breed in that state of mind would almost certainly seem to cause great harm. I'm just glad that the dog wasn't ready...I hope her owners demonstrate their responsibility soon, I highly doubt that they'll be able to intercept the girl in time when she decides she *does* want to take on a suitor(s). At the very least, it would be wise to compare bestialists' rights with the rights of animal exploiters in general. If we try to set a precedent that animals have actual rights, would it not be an obvious violation of a right even more fundamental than to refuse sexual advances, the right to simply live? I'd hate to be a hypocrite to condemn one form of possible use and abuse while committing another more blatant form... I also do not know about it "being wrong anywhere I go". For what stories and rumors are worth, Bedouins are said to often be a bit too fond of their horses and camels. Residents of Nebraska (more specifically, the Cornhuskers football team, hehe) are also said to be a bit too fond of cattle. And jokes abound in regards to Scotsmen and their sheep, would these jokes be popular at all if there wasn't a hint of possible reality in them? Back a few years, it seemed that many religions at least tolerated bestiality; there are many Greco-Roman myths in which a god seduced a maiden by assuming the form of an attractive animal (and one case that I know of where a mortal woman, Pasiphae wife of king Minos, was stricken with amours for a bull and begot the Minotaur). With stories like that, and depictions of bestiality in their wall paintings, it seems that those cultures just didn't have a problem with it. By SEM.
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    Much has changed. Is there anyone whom didn't have an overly optimistic and exuberant "delurk" in the 1990s or earlier whom doesn't feel differently now?
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    Ouchie....getting confronted with age old writings that are full of juvenile enthusiasm and naiveté definitely must hurt.... I honestly laughed at the entire "we zoos are all sooo likeminded folks" schtick.....and honestly hope Eagle knows better now. Eagle, I´m not looking down on you for writing this, how could I as I was experiencing the same "mythical illumination" when I first found other "animal enthusiasts" on the internet in the beginning of the 90´s. It surely is some kind of epiphany when you´re trying to deal with your sexuality and basically think you´re alone with this and all of a sudden, there´s a whole lot of unexpected "likeminded" folks accessible by a few clicks. But I quickly found out that we´re not as unanimously thinking as you wrote in your text...that connecting with each other would not effortlessly bring us closer to tolerance. That this whole online thing also included a shitton of possible fuckups, dangers and could lead to a "sell-out" mentality accepted by the overwhelming majority. And what can I say, "we" managed to steer into literally each obstacle, minor or major, just as we were deliberately and willingly seeking for a collision course with anything that remotely came into our operating range. While we keep the utmost distance to the real issues with zoophilia and bestiality, of course... I really hope you developed a more realistic attitude within the 21 years between that text and the present...and simultaneously wonder whether these "first contact" imprint situations are contributing lots to the current stubbornness and unwillingness to change attitudes although any attempt to gain more tolerance went down the drain fast under the current , commonly accepted "zoo dogma"...could it really be that many of us can´t really overcome their delusions because literally were imprinted with that "anything goes" crap when they first made contact to the "zoo scene" ? I´ve heard way too much heading the direction of "When I first made contact with online zoos, I felt like I was reborn" to be able to discard the possibility of literally coining the common, uneffective and highly naive mindset of many zoos right into them "at birth" by our community. The simple fact of the total lack of self reflection, especially in younger zoos, the perpetuated complete naiveté despite of the harsh realities out there, the highly idealised mindset often also inducing some sort of "pervo superiority" (" Because I fuck animals, I have superior, secret knowledge...")...I don´t kid when I demand that our community has to finally grow out of its infant stage and become mature.
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    Whenever the topic of Asairs came up in a discussion, I always felt a terrible lack of real information hindered a real and honest evaluation of what really happened. Thanks for sharing all these "historical documents" with us, Ren. They do not only fill in blanks that have been left unfilled for too long, they also shed another, entirely different light on the whole Asairs incident. Not much to my surprise, these documents paint a different picture than what usually is the canon on Asairs....I won´t even comment on Mike or what "he did to our community". When all of this happened back in the 90´s, it all entirely went over my head due to the fact that I quit my online activities to build up and enjoy the relationship with my mare...seemed more important to me than this whole online hassle...
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    I didn't see a reference to a particular study, but if they are referring to the data I think they are, then a more apt parallel to draw from that data is that nearly 100% of the sexual predators were heterosexual males. Using the supplied reasoning then it's clear we need laws making heterosexual sex illegal. It's the only way to protect our children!!!
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    Here's another one:
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    Thanks for sharing that Ren. I remember reading it when if was first published and the discussions about it, but re-reading it was a nice and there was much I'd forgotten about.
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    Some of you may be familiar with Hani's work and studies. Myself and many other old timers met with Hani in '96 at a zoo gathering when she began her studies to participate in her focus group which she recounts in part in this series which I think may of been posted in one of the news groups or zoo mailing lists like Zeta-L. Enjoy! -Ren
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    While I don't agree with the personal attack. I do promote the, "Close the barn door", idea.
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    @ 30-30, If he's a master, you're definitely "Piled Higher & Deeper". There are already threads around just as you described with answers just as you described. In fact, my answer to the "favorite part of the horse" question has been "the part with the horse in it" for about 50 years now. This thread is an attempt to break out of that mold and provide us with a bit of variety.
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    Could be the threads subject man... you know? I'm not thinking they are stuck on it as much as thinking about it due to the subject matter.
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    I can never look at an afghan hound without thinking... AT-AT.
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    You just perfectly described Great Danes I think the Harlequin Danes are the most beautiful out of the breed though
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    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.
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    Now you have me addicted, and I need more, you hear, more------
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    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?
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    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?
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    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 ^..^
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    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".
  44. 1 point
    Right before all the drama got started ... gp decided to rename it zetaforum. Seems, that the reason was, that some were complaining that elite zoo sounded to elitist. EZ was back in the golden age of zoo forums, chat room wall to wall most times, feral lust had a radio show, live streaming. Met tons of really great people, got to help a lot of newbies figure out the answers to lifes questions. Back in the good ole days ... LOL I personally think phones with texting and web access was the biggest contributor to the fall of the forums and chat rooms ... not so easy chatting while surfing a forum on a tiny screen. If you did a check of members access to this site based on pc or phone ... i think the biggest posters are pc, tablet or something non phone. Not very easy to view forum pages, let alone type up a long dialogue on a teeny phone keyboard. Probably why i still only use internet on my laptop ... don't even own a phone with a camera ...LOL .. i got a camera that takes real pictures ... and a nice 17inch lappie for better internet browsing experience. Fancy phones have nothing i need. I need a phone, to phone, and speak with people ... fuck texting. Not to mention i got real unrestricted internet a lot cheaper then tiny GB phone data contracts.
  45. 1 point
    Howdy all. This story was written as a bit of a protest. I love reading sci-fi stores and had just by happenstance I just finished reading several that the author, seemingly couldn't be bothered to describe who some of the main players were. So I made my own vague caricature. See if you can figure him out by the end of the story. Don't worry, I clearly explain who and what he is by the end. So NO PEEKING! __________________________________________________________________________________________________ WARNING! This story is pure fiction. And contains descriptions of Bestiality. Do not read if you are offended by such themes. YOU must be 18 years old or older to read this story. As is everyone in the story. This story belongs to Ramseys T. Bull While not new, I think I've changed the old Sci-Fi trope about a "Way Station" for intergalactic travelers enough to be sort-a new. "They are more crazy then I first thought". Was Bert's reaction when he learned how the Way Station builders can to his world. 'They' were advanced aliens (of course) that had learned how to make 'worm holes' thousands of light years long, through space. But they couldn't control where the other end was. Until there was a second unit, and then a known path could be opened between the two. So they would load up a space craft with all kinds of technicians and equipment, and jump blindly through. One such group of crazies ended up in earth's solar system. And they found the third planet out from the local star, to fall within the parameters. Finding what locals would someday call a 'box canyon' they carved back into the rocky sides. sinking holes deep into the earth's crust, they put 'super conducting' lines that were soon generating giga-jules of power from the earth's magnetic field fluctuating over the lines. Cosmic and solar rays that fell on the area around the canyon, were funneled into the power storage units. Carved out huge underground chambers for the WHAP. (Wormhole Action Platform) Along with all the other chambers for rooms for travelers to stay in if needed. (Some races reacted differently to traveling through a wormhole. And required some time to recover before their next jump.) And of course the 'caretakers' living quarters. Worst case is that one of those first aliens would have to stay. It's better if they have one of the locals do it. But the problem was there wasn't a sentient species... Yet. Reptiles are the best. Normally long lived. Clean and require feeding only a few times a month. But some freaking asteroid screwed that up by killing off all the big ones. That left the mammals... And damn if there wasn't a bunch of different ones! But the builders were pretty darn good at figuring out with ones were going to someday develop a big brain. So a team was sent out to get a sample. Oh that part is easy, on primitive worlds, one doesn't have to wait long before an orphan shows up. They had been watching Birt's group and they seamed to be smarter than the other ones. So when the mother ended up dying while giving birth. Birt was born. Well almost. There was still a lot of modding that needed to be done. They had to make Birt's brain big enough to handle all the information they had to cram into it. Fortunately for the aliens, all they had to do was to load Birt into the med unit, and it would take care of everything. It has been many hundreds of year since the young male earthling took his first shaky steps out of the med bed. All around him was scenes from the area where he came from. His brain slowly came alive with it's knowledge. The wild scenes were gone, but the med bed was still there. He would climb into it every couple of decades to get renewed. The way station was fully automatic. It could receive travelers, feed and house them, and send them on their way, without any outside help. But there was something reassuring about a living entity being present, and the station wasn't considered 'fully operational' until the caretaker was on duty. Birt remembers with pride the first time he stood in the WHAP chamber and watched the wormhole open and the first travelers staggered out of the whirling mists onto the platform. In the chamber are massive signs in the five most common intergalactic languages. Birt could read them all and speak them as well. His automatic tutors worked with the young male to get his mouth's muscles to make all the required sounds. WELCOME TO EARTH STATION ALPHA. The signs proclaimed. The builders were a bit grandiose at times. 'Earth station alpha', was the only station on earth. There was no beta or omega... Just the one. The signs went on to tell the new arrivals what amenities were available at the station. And of course the usual warning about leaving the compound and being eaten by a Snorg Beast. (Snorg Beast is the universal name given to anything that was large and had lots of sharp teeth and claws.) Birt smiled a bit as he read that part, he knew the most dangerous thing outside the canyon was the piles of Buffalo shit. The solar and cosmic collection grid kept the snakes and scorpions away. Birt had his own sign. He stood proudly under it. It proclaimed to anyone that read it. Here was the station's caretaker. And he will help you, if needed. Of course it was a lot more wordy about saying it, but that was the gist of it. There was also his 'Personal Code'. It was a standard code taught to everyone in grade school, on what a person considers appropriate behavior around them. How much 'personal space' they liked, whether or not they liked to be touched and how much. What areas were acceptable, face, limbs, body... light touch, hugs... Groping... Sexual orientation, rather one needed to ask... Or even if one should ask at all. Through Birt's neural net implant, the station informed him that a wormhole would soon be forming. A group of bipedal citizens came out of the fog. It was a matriarchal race, so Birt had to make sure he addressed the females first. Their home world was higher gravity then earth's. they all were a large and powerful peoples. They wore very little in clothing, so it was easy to see the tawny brown fur that covered their heads and down their backs like a hairy cape. No tail. But did have naked legs arms, hands, feet, breasts. Birt had seen it all before. The unofficial guide to the galaxy, noted that well endowed males were treated much better then their smaller brethren. So it was no surprise that the few males that traveled with the party wore large 'banana hammocks'. The gaggle of 'Plingtonians' went past Birt with out even a second glance. The station's computer had assigned quarters to them and had sent that information to their computers. Except for the last one, a young guard with the royal party, she was looking at Birt and was looking something up on her handheld, before disappearing with the rest of the guards. Bert stood 'at ease'... but stayed where he was, in case something with the rooms weren't correct and some laky would come running back looking for the station caretaker. After a reasonable amount of time past, Birt headed for his own rooms and a since it was his rest period, he prepared for bed. The Plingtonians were going to be here several days. Even royal travelers have to wait for the laws of physics. Wormholes won't go through stars, so a delay was needed for the planet they were heading, to clear it's sun just a bit farther to be safe. The Royal Guard knew of the delay, but didn't want to spend it at some major hub. Too hard to keep the royal family secured. So this nice quiet out of the way station would be just fine. The next day Birt acquired a shadow. Her name was Triennia, and she was that young guard who had stared so intently. There are members of the staff that are to be on the look out for anything, either natural or contrived, that would cause embarrassment to the royalty. Since there wasn't really a need for this particular vigilance, the young guard decided that Birt would be good practice. Birt was a bit surprised when he opened his door to see the Plingtonian standing there. She touched the recorder she wore and stepped back giving the caretaker space to step out of his quarters and close the door. Birt faced her, gave a noncommittal bow and said "Hello". The guard only looked at him. With a shrug the earthling headed to the 'main' control room. This time the honorific actually meant something. There were several secondary control rooms dotted through out the vast tunnel complex. Once he stepped into the center, as expected, he saw another Plingtonian standing in the middle of the room. A lesser male by the looks of him. He was here to give the earliest warning to the guard if there was an unscheduled wormhole. He looked nervously at the female guard that entered with Birt, but since she didn't speak to him, he stood his post. All of the information on display here could be linked directly to the caretaker's implant. But the earthling liked to see the big display boards. He felt he got a truer picture of the station's operation. Every twenty days was 'Medical Scan Day'. And it was today, didn't take long. The med bay came to life as soon as they entered. Going to the scanner, he laid down and let the big metal arms of the med bed sweep over him. At a tone he rolled over and the waving was repeated. Once done he got a slight prick on his ear to take a blood sample, and he was up and off the bed. "You are well"? Birt jumped at the sound of her voice. "Yes, it's just my normally scheduled health scan". "How do we know your are well"? "If I wasn't, those doors wouldn't still be open. If I had something that was dangerous to the travelers that passed through here, I'd... We'd, be sealed in". Triennia eyed the doors, and started to casually walk to the entrance. Birt hid a smile as he went past the Plingtonian, and headed to the WHAP chamber. He made the long trek around the platform. Seeing nothing out of place, he left and made another long trek, this time to the outside. Standing in the sunshine, that was still creeping across the canyon's floor, the earthling breathed in the clean air of his home world. He had been told by many travelers that each planet has it's own unique 'smell'. Birt was proud, that so far, no one thought his planet smelled 'bad'. The earthling turned to ask his shadow what she thought of earth's air, only to find her still in the shade, holding one end of her scanner/pad and poking the other end out into the ray's of the sun. "There are shields for your eyes in the cabinet just inside the entrance." Triennia fit a pair over her face. She had to try a couple different ones to find a pair that sat on her nose. "It appears that your world's atmosphere has many layers to offer a fair amount of protection from your star". Birt nodded, "Yes but I'd advise you to limit your exposure to no more then 10 minutes at a time". The earthling watched as she cautiously stepped into the sunlight. Her creamy flesh soaked in the sun's warm rays. Triennia lifted her hand to look at it in the bright golden light. She wiggled her four fingers and one thumb, as she felt the sun's warmth flow into her. "Even with the eye shields, do not look directly at the sun for more then a few seconds." The earthling cut his own sunbathing short to usher the Plingtonian into the tunnel complex. 'Wouldn't do to give one of the guards a sunburn', he thought. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Have sex with me"(?) Birt took Triennia's statement as a question. Or as close as she'd ever come to actually asking a male for sex. It was the last day before the royal family was able to finish their travels. And the earthling's shadow had followed him the whole time. He was going to miss her, having someone to talk to was rather novel. It was clear as to whom was going to be on top. Birt thought for sure she had dislocated something. The med-bed said he was fine... Just a little pelvic bruising. The earthling stood at his post and bowed to the mob of Plingtonians as they trouped past. Two months later, Birt was rather surprised to get a communication from Triennia. She wanted to come spend part of her vacation at the station. The Plingtonian walked out of the swirling mist pulling a wheeled cart piled with bags. Only the well-to-do could afford the anti-grav floating platforms. The female quickly came off the WHAP and down the ramp to end up with her arms around Birt's neck. Needless to say, left Birt looking a bit dazed and confused... Triennia laughed and told him. "I'm on vacation... I don't have to be all ridged and 'royal guardish'. Birt nodded, mostly to himself, for this explained much. "I'll take you to your room so you can unpack". Birt was careful not to say anything about 'resting' as this would imply that she needed rest. Which a Plingtonian female would never admit to. The next day the two trotted to the far end of the canyon. They stopped at a few of the tunnels that dotted the canyon wall. "Most way stations are 'over built'. They can house many thousands refuges if need be". Birt paused and turned to the young female. "Some races are much more militant then others. Some have even created weapons that can destroy whole worlds".... "I sometimes wonder what the 'old ones' were thinking when they made some of them". Birt was making reference to the mysterious ancient race that was said to have seeded thousands of planets with life. All deep philosophical discussion ended at the sound of snort from a male buffalo from the other side of the weak force field that kept the large animals from entering the canyon. Triennia was instantly fascinated by the large mammal. The earthling told her about the hairy beast that eyed them. About their great migrations, their rough and tumble mating... How the males fought for the chance to mate with the females. But, it was the females that kept the great herds together. Giving one last snort, the massive animal turned and ambled away. Again the trip back was a near running speeds. While impressive, the Plingtonian was showing signs of being fatigued. Something Birt would never draw attention to. In fact the earthling complained mightily about how he'd probably have to spend the night in the med bed just to recover. In fact Birt did spend some time in the med bed, but mostly for his routine twenty day check up. The second day found them out side the cavern once again. Only this time, instead of the forced march to the far end of the canyon, the young woman had all manor of ropes, harnesses, various metal hooks, rings, and spikes hanging from clips on her belt. "So let me get this straight... You're going to climb up this vertical rock wall, to the top"? Birt had told the master computer to recorded everything that was done and said. "Sure, I go climbing all the time back home". Triennia sounded like she knew what she was doing, so Birt remained silent as she picked out her first hand and toe holds and started up. Birt now instructed the computer to send out the little robot 'mice' to check the top of the wall to make sure there wasn't anything dangerous waiting above the ledge. Slowly the alien woman worked her way up the rock face. From time to time she'd stop and the sound of something metal being pounded into the rock and ropes that trailed behind her were laced to these points. Birt had retreated to the cave mouth where he could watch a monitor that showed various feeds from different vantage points. He could clearly see her sweating as she continued to ascend. The earthling heaved a sigh of relief when the Plingtonian finally crawled over the rocky ledge to the flat expanse of the grassy plain. The sun by now had climbed high into the sky and Triennia put on her sun glasses as she walked in a small circle, looking at the wild flowers that grew in sparse patches. Stopping from time to time to drink deeply from her water bottle. One of the ropes that had followed her to the top hadn't been tied to any of the tie points, it just hung down to one of her bags. She began pulling on this rope and the bag started up the rock face. After several minutes of hulling, the bag reached her position. Birt watched the view screen closely to see what she was up to. She removed the rope from it and seamed to be carefully looking it over. Finally she slung it over her back and started fasting straps across her chest and around her thighs. The earthling watched in horror as the Plingtonian take a few steps back and then run at full speed towards the edge of the cannon wall and leap into the air! After completing a somersault while she rapidly picked up speed hurtling towards the cannon floor, she then flattened out, turned and dove at Birt... Suddenly a parachute popped from the pack she had affixed to her back. With a loud 'pop' the fabric fully inflated and quickly slowed the decent of the grinning female. Birt had long knew that some races in the universe, needed some sort of excitement to trigger a full on mating response. From their earlier encounter, Triennia knew that the earthling wasn't apposed to sticking his dick into alien women. So once she had touched down, the straps quickly came off, as did the rest of her clothing and she was on her hands and knees, waving her bare ass at Birt. The earthling curled his upper lip as the pheromones washed over him from her wet and dripping slit. While she wasn't a member of his species, his long cock was soon swinging from between his hind legs. Birt was making soft churing sounds as he carefully placed his front hooves on either side of her prone body. His black cock waved below his round belly as it searched for her willing ass. Triennia groped around behind her, grasping the long male appendage, and directed it into her waiting cunt. With muffled clopping of hooves, the Przewalski's Stallion thrust his cock deeply into the alien female. Birt felt the end of his cock begin to swell into the bulbuls tulip shape, and then just before his orgasm into her deep hole, he fully flared, making his seed pump directly into her womb. The builders of the way station really hadn't made that big of a mistake. The hardy band of equines that Birt had come from was really on it's way to becoming sentient. They had begun to, 'work the soil' with their hooves and carried mouth full's of plants to 'seed' the plots. The older mares would 'teach' the young ones about dangers and such. The stallions had even begun to form an army of sorts, with older males in charge of providing for the defense of the herd. But there had been a couple of volcano that erupted, and plunged the lands north of them into a mini-ice age. When the sky finally cleared, it was unseasonably hot and the rapid melt caused a once in 10,000 year flood. So Birt would be the only sentient equine ever to be born on earth. There were a few equine races that live in the universe. He often had visits from some adventuresome mares that came to visit the 'unique' stallion of the 'EARTH STATION ALPHA', way station. End ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If I may say a few words here about this story. It's not the usual style I write in. But I have read just one too many stories where the author doesn't describe who the actors are. or at least leaves out some important points. So I wondered if I could intentionally write such a story where the reader has little or no clue as to what type of critter the main creature was. I hope you are as annoyed at this as I am. And I hope I never have to read another story where I have to keep looking at the 'tags' and try to figure out who is whom.
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    3: Tom Wilson wondered out to the lids to the in-ground storage tanks next to his gas station. Kneeling down, he flipped open the cover. Standing up he was just about to drop the long wooden fuel stick, when a rental U-drive-it truck pulled up in front of the bar, diagonally across the intersection of two Texas roads."Quitting already?" Tom wondered as he watched Alan, the fellow that had bought the place just a week ago, open the front door to the bar, only to be attack by a huge Harlequin Great Dane. The dog was merciless in her attack. Fore paws on his shoulders, the bitch lathered her owners face with her broad wet tongue."Damn she's a big bitch!" Tom thought to himself, every time he saw her. He watch the two as they stood on the walk, the human had his arms around the Great Dane, hugging her chest to his. The massive canine continued to lather his face. Finally the man carefully lifted her forelegs and lowered them to the ground. Tom then saw the man glance around to see if anyone noticed his affection for his dog. The station owner was hidden by a tire rack that stood at one corner of the gas station and the bar owner didn't see him.Alan told Alexis to 'stay' on the sidewalk as he went to the back of the truck. Flicking open the latch and giving a shove, the door rolled up on it's tracks, reveling a stack of tables and chairs. Pulling out the ramp, the bar owner strode up it and grabbed chairs stacked two to a stack. Tromping down the ramp he turned at the bottom and headed to the front door. The Great Dane quickly followed him inside, tail wagging all the time.Tom replaced the measuring stick in the holder on the station wall and went inside to log the numbers. Today was Tuesday, order day. Sitting at a small desk wedged between the counter and wall, the station owner checked over his order forms. Looking around the 'customer area' of the small building, he mentally checked off the order. The humming pop machine need some more root beer, the candy vender needed a couple of different bars. Looking up at the cigarette rack that hung over the counter, he saw that he only need the normal weekly order to satisfy he usual customers.All the while he absently stroked and fondled the wrinkled brow and long silky ears of his Basset hound Sadie who had parked her head on his lap. She was your typical Basset, short powerful legs, sorrowful expression, black and brown coat with white under belly, tip of her tail and feet.So after a quick double check of his book, he reached for the phone and called the wholesalers. Once the orders were placed, he carefully turned his chair so he was facing his bitch. Leaning over he brought his face down so he could rub it against Sadie. The hound lifted her face and rubbed back, her nose snuffling noisily over the man's cheek. Tom's hands were petting her from her head down her strong back. Bringing both hands up to her face they were rubbing her long silky ears. The human was whispering to her how much he loved her and what a good girl she was.Suddenly the little bell over the door clanged out. Tom quickly sat up in his chair to look over the counter to see who was coming in. There hadn't been the warning of the 'tire bell' of someone driving up to his gas pumps.Alan saw the Texas suddenly jerk upright in his chair. Sorrowful eyes peered up at him as the Basset hound turned to shuffle over to her comfy mat behind the counter."Never trust a man that doesn't like dogs." Alan announced.Tom thought for a moment and then nodded. "Yea.. I do believe you're right about that. What can I do for you?"Alan pointed to the bar, there was several of the bar's former tables and chairs piled behind the truck. "I got some better table and chairs for the bar, and I was wondering if you wanted any of the old ones for here in your station. Maybe for your break room or just to have a few chairs around? I'm just going to haul 'em off to the dump if you don't."Tom glanced around the 'customer area' of the small gas station and spotted the cardboard display stands for the gas company's credit cards and several other 'offers' he was required to have on display. "Yea I sure could use one to get those brochure holders off the counter there. That would make things a lot handier.""Yea, I kept a few of the better ones for stuff like that too. But there's still several out there, a few not too bad of shape. At least they don't wobble too badly." Alan saw Alexis looking out the window. "Well I better get back over there and keep unloading stuff."Tom nodded to the man as he was turning to leave. "Thank you... That other feller that had the bar before you, wouldn't have offered. No wonder he didn't make it... Him with his 'themes'"."Themes?" Alan ask turning back around to look at the cowboy standing behind the counter."Yea.. Bill used to go on about how a bar needed a 'theme', a 'hook' to get folks to come in. He thought that 'disco' was going to make a come back or something. I guess he figured wrong. Or maybe the fact he was a first-class ass-hole didn't help profits none either." Tom leaned on the counter watching the bar owner as he stood thinking."Well you know, that might not be such a bad idea.. Not the disco part, but to make the place a little more fun. Maybe get folks to want to stop by my place and not someplace else." Alan was talking to himself as much to the gas station owner. Once again he turned and headed for the door."I'll be over in a bit, today is 'order day'. I need to call my suppliers." The gas station owner remarked.Tom watched the bar owner jog across the intersection. The reception he got from the Great Dane was just as intense as when he arrived with the truck earlier. "She sure loves him." he thought. As he watch the two, he got a knowing smile and a tingle in his loins. "I bet he's shagging that beauty." Tom told his Basset hound laying on her mat.Reaching over, Tom tapped a few keys on the modern cash register, locking the gas pumps on 'credit card only' mode. Walked around the counter, locked the door and hung a sign on one of those vacuum hooks stuck to the glass. 'Back in 10 Min.'Opening the 'Employees Only' door he walked into his 'break area'. Room was good size. Tom never could figure why they made this room so big. 'Maybe extra storage for candy bars and such.' was the only thing he could come up with. Sadie followed him into the break room and Tom closed the door. On the left as you came in was a counter with a microwave, coffee pot, small refrigerator, and cabinets to hold food stuffs. To the right side of the door was an old twin bed, with a newer mattress on it. At one end was a set of steps that would enable short legged dogs to be able to get on the bed.Sadie stood in the middle of the bed with tail wagging and using her deep alto voice, was giving small bayful woofs to Tom. The human chuckled and remarked, "Caught me looking at another bitch, so you are going to woo me back, are you?" Sadie must have agreed with this assessment, for as soon as Tom stepped closer to the bed, she started licking the weathered face of the man that loved her. Opening his mouth the human let the broad wet tongue wiggle in. Pressing his lips to her's and using his own tongue, the two 'kissed' the best way they could.Breaking their kiss, the Texas stepped away from the bed, unbuttoned his shirt and hung it on one of a row of pegs that was between the bed and the outside door. His Stetson joined the shirt on the next peg. Walking back to the bed he again embraced the short hound.Bassets are not small dogs. Sadie was a good 75 pounds, her body was as big as any Labrador's. Tom always told the vet to subtract 5 pounds for her ears to get her true body weight. Sadie used her short powerful legs to prance and spin around on the bed. Tail waging a mile a minuet, her throat giving out deep baying barks. She stopped with her rump towards the human, tail cocked to one side."So you're figuring on wearing me out before I go over to see that spotted hussy?" Tom chuckled as he undid his belt and pulled the zipper down on his blue jeans, letting them drop to the floor. His boxers were already tenting as he pulled them down next. Out sprang the 'Wilson family curse'! Over ten inches of thick uncut penis lifted slowly up from his loins.At least one man of every Wilson generation had 'the curse'. "Ten plus inches a 'curse'", you ask? Well finding a woman that can comfortable take such a monster is hard to do. Seamed every one of Tom's girlfriends never stuck around long after a time or two in the sack with him. "The novelty soon wears off", Tom thought grimly.The Wilson family had for generations raised Basset Hounds. Leroy, Tom's brother, now had the family kennel. That was where Sadie was from. Growing up around a farm, Tom had several 'teachers' for 'sex ed'. Between the dogs, cattle, and goats, the young Wilson lad soon learned what he had between his legs was for. Then one fateful day Tom was included in some porn watching that his older brother Frank as acquired. With the Wilson parents safely away seeing some old friends that had just got back from a cruse, leaving the younger Wilson's alone for a time."Lookie at what I got!", Frank waved a gaudy DVD cover that showed a woman sucking on some guy's dick. It didn't take long before the 'plot' got to the sex part. With lots of moaning and other standard porno dialog, the woman soon had the man's cock in her mouth. "Geeze what a monster!" Leroy exclaimed when one of the shots showed the man's penis in close up. "I bet he's eight or nine inches."Tom sat in stony silence. Like all young men, Tom had measured himself. "He had a 'monster' between his legs? The youngest Wilson went back to watching the porn. Again he paid close attention to the 'star' cock. He watched as the man fuck the woman from behind. The camera showed he was bent over her ass and that he never fully hilted in the woman's cunt. Then back to more sucking and the finale where he cummed over the woman's face and tits. Tom joined his brothers in hooting and hollering at the scenes and slapped his brother on their backs and agreeing that, "Man that was really something!"Not long after, the young Wilson sat at a the 'boy's' computer. After looking past endless porn sites, he finally found a semi-serous web page that talked about human penis size. 'Normal was around six inches, give or take a fraction. The normal woman could take seven or eight.'"You got the curse." Tom jumped, he hadn't heard his older brother Frank come up behind him. "Curse?" Tom croaked, seeing his brother looking at the screen. "Yea, I heard about it from Uncle Henry, I guess he has it in dad's generation. At least one Wilson male gets it... How long are you? Frank asked. "A bit over ten." Tom spoke to his chest. Frank nodded and said. "Probably be a good idea to go talk to Uncle Henry. He can tell you how to live with it." Frank left and made a phone call.The next day Tom's dad got off the phone and found his son cleaning one of the kennels. "Your Uncle Henry needs some help over at his place. Would you be willing to go there for a few days to help out a bit?" Tom agreed and since he was a few months shy of getting his divers license, Tom's dad drove him the hour trip to his uncle's.Uncle Henry had lunch ready for his brother and nephew when they got to his ranch. A couple of ponies, cattle that included a 'mini-cow', some meat goats and of course two Wilson family Basset Hounds. After lunch, the older Wilson's sat around a bit drinking ice tea, talking about family stuff. Then Tom's dad said he needed to "get going", and was soon bouncing down the long farm drive to get back on the main road.The older man looked at the younger and said. "Your brother Frank says you have it." Tom blushed and nodded. While he knew all about sex, but he was still a little embarrassed talking about such things to an older family member. "Don't worry none, nothing you say or do while you're here will get back to your parents or brothers... I had more or less the same experience with your Great Uncle Lucas Wilson."Tom look up at the tall well built Texan and asked, "Frank said you could tell me how to live with, it." Henry nodded and after refilling the ice tea, he proceeded to foretell pretty much what Tom experienced later in life with women. The young Tom sat on the kitchen chair looking perplexed. "But all is not lost." His uncle exclaimed. "There are 'options', if you are of a mind, that is.""Options?", Tom's mind tried to think what his uncle meant. Jerking his thumb to the window that faced the barn yard. "Yep, out there. They can take the worst the Wilson family curse can give." His uncle offered. Looking out the window the young Wilson saw his uncle's ponies grazing in the paddock. Suddenly Tom remembered seeing a stallion shoving his big cock into a mare. "They let you.. cover 'em?" Tom used the polite term for 'animals fucking'. Uncle Henry chuckled a bit before answering. "Shoot yes, they'll even come up to you asking for it."Tom sat with his mind in high speed. He remembered how he got a 'message' from his 'monster', that it was interested whenever he saw a bull shove his long pink cock into a cow, making her back bow up, or when the family stud dog would tie with one of the bitches.Again the older Wilson watched the gears whorl in his nephew's head. "I know, some folks say it isn't right, but they don't have to live with the curse. And I can guarantee you them critters out there love sex just as much as humans do.. Even more so, they ain't got all the 'hang ups' humans do. They just know they like it and enjoy doing it.""H-how..." Tom stuttered."Eleven inches." His uncle announced . "You?""Little over ten." Tom said in a low voice."Well you might find a woman some day, that can take you. But don't hold your breath... I'm not saying not to look if you're a mind to. I just got past the age of starting a family and stopped looking." Tom could hear a tinge of bitterness creep into his uncle's voice as he said the last part. "Hell I'm like one of them Arabian Sultans!" Henry's face seam to light up. "I got a damn harem out there."Tom smiled as he remembered his late uncle and all the good times he had spent on his farm. Now Tom's farm. Since Uncle Henry didn't have any kids, he left his place to him.Reaching under the pillow he retrieved a bottle of lube and slathered some on to his, 'monster'. "You sure are a lecherous bitch." he told Sadie as she wiggled her rump shamelessly at her human lover. Reaching out, Tom rubbed some of the lube over her puffy nether lips. His finger entered her slightly to rub her hard clitoris. Knowing he was now ready, the hound backed closer to the edge of the bed. The human grabbed his cock. Pulling the foreskin back he slowly rubbed his glans over the 'Y' shaped opening to the Basset's vulva.Sadie pushed back, she felt her human angle his cock up into her vestibule, before making the 'turn' into her vagina proper. Man and beast gave a shutter as he slid into her. She was 'made' by nature to be large enough to take a big dog cocks with a baseball sized knot, so she had no trouble accepting her human's 'monster'. She felt Tom's nut sack press against her. Something he hadn't been able to do with any of his human partners.Tom pulled back, slowly sliding his cock out of the bitch's cunt. Her smooth tight tunnel clinging to his long shaft. Stopping for a moment with just the head inside the animal, then he pushed slowly back in. Each time he hilted in his lover, her tail washed over his belly as she wagged her enjoyment of his love making. Griping her hips the human sped up his thrusts. Pulling her back into his groin as he fucked his warm bitch's twat with firm steady strokes. Rocking the animal back and forth on her short legs, the Texan plowed her sensual flesh. His uncut human cock felt her slick canid tunnel hug warmly around him, each time he buried his manhood deep within her. Tom watched her long ears swinging back and forth as he fucked his horny bitch. The lush canine pussy made the lust grow hotter in the man's loins as he continued to shag his bestial lover.A deep groan rumbled from the Basset's throat as her clit was rubbed by the hard thick human cock thrusting into her. She heard the labored breathing of the man behind her as they both strove to their orgasm. The bitch was first as she grunted and her snug vaginal tunnel convulsed around Tom's cock. Thick bitch cum added to the already slippery mixture in her sex. The human gripped her tighter as he sped up his fucking, and was soon spilling his seed deep in her cunt.Tom felt his cum shoot into the warm tunnel he was buried so deeply in. Then another, and a third jet of semen. Not quite what he could put out in his youth, but still enough to leak out around Sadie's stretched vulva and onto the sheet. The two lovers stood frozen for a moment. Both panting with open mouths. Finally the human relaxed his grip on the bitch's hips and Sadie sprang foreword, spun around and with a frantic tongue started licking at the dribbling cum that still oozed from her lover's spent cock. Tom flinched as his over sensitive glans was assaulted. "Damn go easy girl." the human tried to move his cock from the direct line of fire of the Basset's tongue. Sadie knew to lick other parts and come back to the end of the human's cock later. Her broad tongue slathered Tom's shaft, balls, his hairy groin, even the sheet where their cum had dripped, was subjected to the same eager licking.A small pearl of human semen appeared at the end of the human's cock and was lick up by a tongue that seamed to be everywhere at once. Tom still twitch, but the feeling was more bearable now. He even pulled his foreskin back to let the bitch lick around the ridge of his glans.Staggering back a step, the human leaned down and 'kissed' his hound. Both were still breathing heavy as their breaths were traded back and forth between the two lovers. Tom slowly rubber her ears in silent gratitude for his loving bitch.
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    Standard Warning About this Story Containing Zoo Sex!Anthro and Non-Anthro! Copyright by Ramseys 2017I hope you all enjoy For needed background, please read 'The Goat Farm' 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 first. The Goat Farm 6The Orgy. No one really questioned Joe's leaving, everyone figured all of this was a bit overwhelming for the young Amish lad. So once the cake was consumed and the service ware had all been collected by Peggy's crew, the four remaining humans slowly congregated on the raised dais. After everyone exchanged pleasantries, Cory struck up a conversation with Nora, one of the few 'office' goats he knew, from his duties out at the pony farm.Karl has spent most of his adult life with 'roos, so he was very relaxed talking to his boss Ollie North. Female kangaroos were not that common, so Fred eagerly engaged Gura in conversation. Sally had started to go back to her apartment to change into something a bit less formal. Molly trotted to the back of the barn to check on the miniature cows that had arrived a few days ago. That left just Bruce and Fred's wife, Gerty, who started 'hitting' on the Australian, almost immediately. Back at the goat dairy, it was noted that Joe wasn't waiting for Penny as she bounded out into the 'done milked' pen. They had even made sure she was in the first group to get milked. So questions were asked around and when someone noted they thought saw a figure heading across the south pasture. The security 'roo was told all this, and he contacted the roaming patrols in the area and had a couple head in that direction. Knowing Mr. North kept a special eye out for the young man, he was notified and agreed the FaN was a good idea. And to keep him informed.It wasn't very long before he called his boss again, telling him that Joe had been spotted and the security team was setting up a spotting scope and video link back to security. Jeff was still in his tuxedo as he entered the barn. Sally had just reached the bottom and the ramp that led up to the raised dais. He reached her side just as Ollie North announced, "We found the birthday boy, he went off to a secluded spot. I'm having the video feed sent to the big screen.Just as promised, the large video screen lit up with a very pastoral scene. Vibrant green grass lined a small stream. Old oaks provided massive amounts of cooling shade. A few shrubs and a stately yucca stood to one side. In the center of the screen was an image of a young man kneeling, head bowed... and an approaching White Tail Deer doe. She was behind him so the young human didn't see her. It wasn't until she sniffed at his ear did the Joe show any sign he knew of her presents. There was a collective, sort 'awwwww', as the doe licked his forehead, and Joe touched the doe on the side of her neck.The room suddenly became very still as the deer turned her rump towards the human. Every goat and most of the humans knew exactly what was going on. The mummer, "She's in heat", rippled across the barn.... Pink goat cocks began springing up.... Kilts and Polo shirts were soon flying through the air as stiff male goat cocks were thrust into moist doe cunts... The island goats plunged headlong into mating frenzy. The humans were in a bit of a daze, as they tried to take in what was going on. Seeing the feral deer show up was wild enough, but to see her offering herself to Joe was something else. There was a second pause in the room as the human with a hard-on approached the deer doe... When she thrust herself back onto the human's cock, there was a collective moan from the bucks, as a good half of 'em orgasm.The humans very quickly joined the other island animal in shucking out of their clothes. Gerty was helping Bruce out of his dress pants. Gura soon had Fred naked from the waist down. Ollie was striping out of his security gear. Sally and Jeff had been forgotten by the rest of the staff, but if you was to walk into the barn at that precise moment, you would have been treated to some very odd scene. There was a man in a tux, fucking a pig in a dress.... And up on a dais, a man was fucking a brown goat doe bent over the table, another man that had been pushed into a very ornate chair, by a female kangaroo with her muzzle in his lap, a big male kangaroo watching them with an erection. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Fred was bit unsure when the female kangaroo shoved his ass in the massive 'guest of honor' chair. But he quickly figured out what was going to happen when the 'roo lowered her muzzle into his lap. The goat dairyman had talked to and seen kangaroo lips before. He had always marveled at the way they used their split upper and split lower lips to form words. He also knew that they had to visit the dentist frequently to have those fast growing teeth filed down. When her long flexible tongue started worming it's way, down around his fully erect shaft and over his ball sack... Fred had an epiphany. Kangaroo females have three vaginas, none of which is large enough to allow a normal sized human cock to enter. But Gura had married a human man... So their sex life must be a bit different.... Her fuzzy lips worked on his foreskin before she pushed it down to expose his glans. She was bent over, with her fore paws on either thigh of the human, her large thick tail had flicked her dress up to fully expose her cloaca to the big head of security. She blew warm air over Fred's exposed cock tip and then she turned her head and looked over her shoulder at Ollie North. "You going to just stand there looking at it, or are you going to fuck me"?The massive red 'roo was quickly out of his 'social' vest and thong. The long thin tapered cock and ball sack above, was only notice by Fred as he look over the female 'roo's back. But only for a moment as the male 'roo shuffled his large hind paws closer to the willing doe, her tail soon blocked any view he had of the kangaroo sex about to take place.Not that Fred was seeing much of anything at that moment, his eyes were shut as the sensation of a female kangaroo's mouth closing around his shaft just behind the head, made him shudder slightly. Roo lips are more pliable then goat's so Gura was able to form an airtight seal around Fred's cock... And she proceeded to suckle his cock.Fred hadn't had a blow job since his collage days. And playing with the goat milkers was fun every once in a while.... But looking down and seeing large ears and warm muzzle instead of his cock.... The human hoped he could hold out for a little while. Sally and Jeff had both turned to see the big TV screen. The young human could tell his sow friend was as effected by what they saw as he was, when she gave a soft 'oink' that he only heard when they were into foreplay. "Here, now"? Jeff asked in a hushed voice. Sally's answer was to adjust the lift to the proper height. The human went to her rounded rear and lifted the dress up and over her back. He could already see her nether lips were moist and her tail was wiggling with excitement. Opening his tuxedo pants, that were held up with suspenders, so they didn't fall to his ankles, his cock was soon standing proud out of the open 'V' of the black material. Opening a small compartment at the back of the pig's power lift, he retrieved a small bottle of lube, placed there for just such an occasion. While he was bent over, he couldn't pass up an opportunity to give his porcine girlfriend a deep passionate kiss on her soft pink vulva. Jeff had just applied the slippery substance, when act two of the 'deer porn' played out on the screen. Since Sally wasn't in heat, the human had to take it slow as his thick cock spread the pliant pig cunt lips. He wished he could slam into her like Joe did with the white tail deer doe. But he knew he had to go easy. Over the past few months, Jeff learned a lot about pigs that came from that mysterious island. While they tried to keep secret the fact that they were 'scary smart', he knew that his porcine lover was way more intelligent then he was. And while she would never think of it consciously, the human wondered if he was her 'pet'. And after a lot of thought, Jeff figured what he was, but didn't really matter, he just knew that they both enjoyed each other's company.The island hogs didn't have any changes done to their sex drives, that idea came later with the goats. But with sentient's, comes different drivers of the libido. While the cycle of heat had less of an effect on Sally, she on the other hoof could become sexually stimulated by other forces. In other words, she loved Jeff's foreplay. Those long flexible fingers of his, as well as his tongue and lips that would caress her many nipples, her vulva and it's sensitized clitoris. Then Jeff also knew when the time wasn't right, and left his quarter ton love goddess alone, and went out among the very willing goats to relive his youthful lust.Sally relaxed her muscles and enjoyed the full sensuous feeing of the human's cock as it slid into her vagina. The two were motionless, as the video looped around back to the start. For whatever reason, Sally found the images, erotic. Jeff could feel his pig lover was as excited by the 'deer porn' as he was. Her vaginal muscles were twitching and soft sexual oinks came from her. The young man slowly drew his cock back until just the head remained with in. Then he changed directions and plowed it back into the warm tunnel. As the out of heat sow's sex became accustomed to the human's thick phallus, Jeff slowly picked up speed. By the time the Amish lad impaled himself in the deer doe's cunt the second time, the 'pig fucker' was hammering his sow with solid thwacks of his loins. Bruce had no jealousy of his wife giving a blow job to another man, just as she had none for her husband, for plowing the soft folds of a goat.Gerty had hoped that she'd find a reason to get this new human naked. As an Island doe goat, she not only needed sex, she loved it. Especially with human men... The way they used their nimble fingers... Those lips that could suck, everything.... Teats... Vulvas... clit... even her tongue when she and her husband kissed... Speaking of tongues, the way they can wiggle them into the most sensitive places... And human cocks were just so... Wonderful. Thick, hard and can fuck forever... Or so it seamed, compared to the males of her own species. The brown goat had stripped her dress off and the human's pants down in record time. Seeing Joe's cock being driven into the deer's twat, made her want the same all the more. Handing a bottle of lube to Bruce, Gerty spun around and lay across the table. It's height gave her own twat the needed extra lift so she was 'just the right height', for the human to fuck her. Bruce was feeling pretty proud, that at fifty, he could still get a 'rock hard' erection. Even if he did have to lean foreword a bit to see all of it. Tanned hairy skin and thick muscular arms, bespoke of an active life, more then just a 'finance guy'. He had just slathered on the lube when the image on the screen showed Joe slamming into the deer doe. "Do it just like that", came a throaty moan from the brown goat. "Slam it in".Gerty wasn't just 'moist', she was near dripping... Bruce started his glans into the soppy lips, then he placed both hands on her hips... Glancing up, he slammed his thick seven inches into the doe, just as the buck deer was slamming into Joe. From all around the room, lustful bleats and moans filled the air. Gerty's own bleat of being filled in a most satisfactory way, rose above the din. Bruce's cock was gripped tight, as Gerty had an instant orgasm. Not that he could blame her, he nearly lost it too. Once the brown animal loosened her cunt muscles, the human was able to start sliding his cock in and out of her warm hole. Cory was in the bathroom, having a really nice piss, when he heard the voice of the big red kangaroo shout out something about finding Joe... And video.Thinking the video might be enough of a distraction to allow him to wonder back to see how the miniature cows were doing, instead of going back up to the dais. Since he was in an 'employee' restroom, Cory paused for a few minuets to marvel at the floor mounted brushes and a patch of rough concrete for hoof cleaning and evening up the of the hoof walls. So by the time he walked back out in to the barn, the orgy was in full swing. The discarded clothes and the heavy musk of goat sex greeted the human as he skidded to a stop. He was at too much of an angle to see the big screen, but there was several smaller screens dotted about the room. One was behind him, on the wall next to the bathroom he just left.Turning around, the scene of a young man fucking an obviously willing White Tail Deer doe, nearly leapt off the TV. Though he had seen plenty of zoo porn, the sexual act that was playing out in an obviously outdoor, natural as hell, and was happening in real time before him... Cory's mind and stiffening cock made the joint dissension that the visit to the miniature cows, was now an imperative. "Hold up there big guy", the brown and white splotched doe called out to the massive black man.Karl was on his way back to Jenny, when Molly intercepted him. He too had thought the scene that had played out on the big TV screen was very erotic, and knew he only had a few minutes before his big secret would be known to everyone. Not that it would be a big deal, he had already announced to his co-workers, that he was part zebra. But he just didn't feel the need to have everyone know about his oversized cock. He didn't want to appear to be 'showing off' as it were. Frank the 'barn buck' knew. Jenny, the donkey jenny, made sure of that when she insisted that Karl fuck her, that instant, and ripped his shorts off of him. She even seamed to take delight in nuzzling the swing phallus as if showing Frank how big her lover was. And while Molly's removal of Karl's shorts was less violent, it still resulted in his massive black cock swaying before an amazed goat. It also explained Frank's remark about how Karl and Jenny were made for each other.Molly's eyes seamed to glaze over for a moment, before reality flooded back into the doe goat's brain. "There's no fucking way"... Molly seamed to be dispelling a vision of that huge cock and her... She knew she somehow needed to make this, 'right', by Karl. She bent down and had Karl step out of his shorts. Of course making sure her muzzle rubbed against him. And taking his hand, she led him back into the open stalls and miniature cows. Peggy Sue stood munching her hay next to her feeder. Although she had only been here a few weeks, she had been made to feel safe here. The comings and goings of the many different creatures, no longer was a cause for concern. What she really wanted was for her human to come and make her feel all tingly and good. But the last time she saw him, she could tell something was wrong. Seamed like half of him didn't work anymore. He sat in a funny seat that had wheels and petted her with one hand and spoke softly to her. She felt his great sadness. There was a sound at her gate. It was the funny critter that walked on her hind legs and talked like the humans. She was the one that had come and taken her from her old little barn and brought her to this big one. She was like the little animals from the farm she grew up on. And she seamed to understand her much better then the humans could, even her 'special' one. There was also a human with her... A really big human. "This is Peggy Sue", Molly had opened the gate and was leading Karl into the cow's pen."She's a miniature Zebu.Karl had lived in places where the Zebu was a common breed of cattle. But they were large gray animals with big horns and a bigger hump over their shoulders. Some had been so big even the 'Beefeater' couldn't see over the hump. But the one standing looking at the human was about a third that size. He knew they had been bred to be useful on smaller farms. Looking over at the soft sounds Cory was making as he thrust into one of the mini-herefords, Karl figured it was also to create an animal that was easy to fuck.A soft warm breath made the black man looked down to see the mini cow sniffing his junk."Females get turned on by smell as much as the males do." Molly seamed to be affirming the information to herself as well as explaining to Karl. She too had looked over at Cory and was planning on getting in line after the cow, just as soon as she got things going here. Peggy Sue also seamed to want things to move along too. After some sniffing and a quick lick, she spun around and presented her toosh to the human.The gray of the cow's hairs, gave way to a smoky black colored flesh that started under her tail and made a thick strip down her bung-hole and twat, and continued down until it faded to the dark gray of her udder. A translucent streamer of cow mucus oozed from the furrow in the plump fleshy labial lips, showed that Peggy was, with out doubt, in full blown heat.After two months of daily donkey fucking, Karl didn't even hesitate. From the amount of cow-slime that slid out of the bovine cunt, the human figured he didn't need much in the way of extra lube, and only applied a thin coat. The massive black man placed his circumcised glans at the wet opening. He noted the cow didn't have the rubbery lips that had a definite edge between the 'outside' and the 'inside' of the vagina. Peggy Sue's were softer and less defined. 'They're just a big funnel for that fast moving bull cock', Karl thought to himself as he pressed inward. He figured no matter where the tip hit, it was soon directed to the top of the cunt, and into the vaginal tunnel. With an easy push, the first eight inches was soon enveloped in warm, wet, silky cunt flesh. Then she squeezed him and Karl gave out a deep guttural moan. The human shoved in another eight inches and the cow's head and tail came up a bit. The Beefeater smiled to himself, 'She wasn't expecting that I bet'. The cow gripped him again, even stronger this time. On last push and the last six inches of his black dick disappeared into the depths of the bovine sex tunnel. At first with Jenny, and now Peggy Sue, Karl no longer thought of his cock as being 'freakish' at twenty two inches. He's just able to make larger females happy. And the way the cow was twitching and gripping his cock, she was defiantly happy.Slowly the human began to fuck the cow. While not as firm as Jenny, Karl thought the soft, warm, wet flesh felt exquisite. He sort 'a wondered how something that could take the violent thrust of a bull's hard dick, could still be so wonderfully soft and pliant. Even though the cow was oozing slick mucus, and his cock had a coating of slippery lube, he still had to put some effort in making his thick cock fuck the bovine's cunt. However by the third stroke, his length was running through the cow's buttery ooze with greater ease. And after a dozen, the excess was running back to flow over his big round balls making the dark skin glisten in the light.Peggy Sue, in her own way, would never forget the first human that made her feel so wonderful, but this new man was making that ache of remembrance, easier. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Karl looked down to watch his cock stroke in and out of the little cow's cunt. More than once he had thought to himself, 'If I want to see all of it, I'll have to take step back'. Ridiculed all his time at the academy for being, 'too small', he smiled to himself because he has, by far, the longest penis of any human being.Since he's basically been adopted by the Island Animal, and the kindness they've shown him.... Well he knew he's percentage wise, more human then not. But he's mostly stopped thinking of himself as part of the human race. Karl figured he was just another animal like the hogs, goats, and kangaroos that looked at their feral brethren as just as good as they were, and as long as everyone enjoyed it.... Do it.In the quadruped classic position of a 'sawhorse', Peggy Sue was definitely enjoying it. Even though she didn't have a word for it. What this big black beast of a man was doing to her.... She hoped it would never end.The human did have a word for it, "What a fantastic fuck you are", Karl whispered to the back of the gray cow, as he too wished this would go on and on. The human picked up speed as he fucked his cock in and out of the Zebu's sex. Soon his cock was rocketing into the slippery cow cunt with as much speed as a bull would have. Soft wet sucking sounds of her fluids accompanied the beefeater's stucco hip motions, as his massive cock was fucked into the animal. Peggy Sue was in great joy... She had a human again doing that wonderful thing to her.Her head was slightly lowered, legs braced, and she stared into nothingness as her complete attention was on her rear. Tail held to one side, to allow the human complete access to her twat. Her muscles twitch and contracted around the long organ that was so deeply, deeply inside her. Whether in heat or not, the gray cow didn't understand why she wanted this, she just knew from her previous human that she liked what was happening.... She gave a shudder as a wave of pure joy rushed through her.... The air around the two was becoming warmer. Karl's dark black skin took on a sheen making him look like an Olympian god. Muscles beneath his skin undulated as they worked to power big man's body as his pounded his cock into the cow. Man and beast seam to utter the same low note from deep with them. Peggy Sue lowed her pleasure. Karl moaned his, as he built to a massive release..... The Beefeater's huge hands gripped the cow just in front of her protruding hip bones.... 'Like handles for the bull to pull against', Karl thought as in his mind's eye he could imagine what a bull would look like as he serviced this little gray cow. Forelegs hugging her, hind legs flexing, as a bull would drive his long cock deep into the female bovine.... Just that image playing out in his mind, caused the human to flash over the edge. And in an unintentional mimicking of a bull, Karl flexed his arms, thrust with his thick legs, as he drove his cock even deeper into the animal's cunt, as the interplay of muscles and glands, sent the first of several loads of cum blasting down the long length of his cock, out of it's piss slit. Cory was standing not ten feet away. He blinked.. he probably hadn't for the past several seconds... He had seen a lot of zoo porn, hell he even made some himself. He had been in the perfect spot to see the massive black man fuck the shit out of the mini-zebu. Even now he could still see muscles twitch as Karl must still be pumping his cum into Peggy Sue. He had thought, seeing that kid get sandwiched between two deer, was the most erotic thing he ever saw.... Damn if this wasn't right up there. His own cock, was still buried in the swollen pink pussy of the little brown and white Hereford. He had just dumped his load of human cum into her, but his dick wasn't loosing any of it's hardness. Nine hard inches throbbed in the squishy cow cunt. Cory had no way of knowing, whether or not the little mini cow had also been effected by the show, or her being in heat, all his knew is that she was still pushing back.The human slowly started to fuck the animal anew. His previous load greased the way for his cock to slide in and out of the cow's cunt. "Still fucking, or fucking again"? Cory jumped.... He would never get used to Molly's ability to seemingly pop into existence next to him. "She still seams to want it, so why leave a lady wanting"? Cory spoke as he started his slow thrusting again. The brown and white spotted goat walked over to the gate, separating the two pens. Leaning on one of the cross bars, she look through the gate to watch the pair on the other side. The human could easily see that her goat twat looked rather used. Red puffy nether lips dribbled out a thin stream of goat jizz. Cory knew that she kept her own harem of bucks, when the need to get soundly fucked would arise.Karl also started to fuck Peggy Sue again. Molly watched for a few minutes before turning back to the other human fucking the brown and white cow. She laid her head on the cow's rump. Her nose twitched and Cory could hear her take a deep inhale. "You two smell wonderful.... Between her heat and your musk...".The human's own lust kicked up a bit, as the doe goat disappeared again. Cory's imagination held the image of Molly under a feral buck getting fucked. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Fred gave a shudder as the felt the kangaroo's tongue seemed to slither everywhere over his cock and balls. Gura took great delight in playing with dairyman's foreskin. Running the tip of her tongue under it, tracing the ridge of his glands. Slipping out to tweak the piss slit. Nimble furry lips worked the skin down until the purple helmet of Fred's cock was fully exposed. Of course by now the human had a raging hard-on. While just average sized, the female 'roo seemed to delight in the uncut human cock. Forming a ring around the crown, she kissed the glands in loud smacking sounds. Then with a quick jerk of her head she drove her lips down to his base. Her cheeks sunk in as she pulled a vacuum along the whole length. Fred lifted his butt, arching his back, trying to drive his dick deeper into the animal's mouth, as intense pleasure flared through his loins. "Fuck" was the only thing Fred could come up with. Gura started bouncing her head up and down in the human's lap. Her tongue continued to lash at the male phallus. The 'roo turned her head one way, then the other, using the human's dick as the rotation point. She let her teeth gently scrap the crown. Fred moaned.... Loudly... Bruce Campbell paused in his fucking of Gerty's goat twat long enough to give a chuckle, and shake his head. He knew that his wife can reduce even the biggest man to a mass of quivering flesh in a matter of minutes. "Gods don't stop"! Bruce replied to the plaintive cry from the goat, "Sorry". And started to fuck the brown goat with renewed vigor. Speaking of wives.... Fred's here sure knew how to give a human a good fuck. He had shagged his share of Island goats, but the ones that had spent a lot of time with human men, seemed to be a bit better at using their cunt muscles to great effect. His naked glands drove deep into the doe's silken depths. The ridge of his helmet dragged against the soft clinging walls of her vagina. The Aussie fucked his full seven inches into the animal. His thickness rubbed the nub buried at the very bottom Gerty's cunt slit. The goat gave a grunt each time the human slammed his loins against her rump. Bruce was giving Gerty exactly what she wanted.... And good hard fucking.... Looking back at this day's events, Jeff made sure the had a copy of the, 'Deer Video' as it became to be known as. Because the normally sedate sow was squealing quite loudly.But that was a thought for later, for the human was equally, 'cranked up' by the bestial scene being flashed on the large TV screen. Man and pig drove towards the inevitable climax.Jeff's cock pistoned hard into his girlfriend's pink puffy twat. Sally's passionate squeals were drowned out by the din of a room full of bleating goats, lost in their own fervid sex. -------------------------------------------------------- In a private room at the bunkhouse, over by the milk farm...Joseph Miller and his goat Penny were reunited.... Well they were in the same room. The "Reuniting" was just about to take place.Whether it was the cake she had been given, the absence of Joe when she bounded out of the milking parlor, or the strong scent of wild deer on him, the goat doe was more then willing to let herself to be rolled over onto her back in the middle of the young Amish man's bed.While Joe didn't know he had been given a weak dose of the 'super sex drug', for his birthday.... He just figured his near painful erection was from the day being his birthday, having twice fucked a white tail deer doe, and was on the receiving end of a well endowed deer buck's servicing....And, having his beloved goat doe laying before him ready to receive his own 'servicing'.... Even in the darkened bedroom, the sheen from a thin layer of lubricant covering the man's cock could be seen. With well practiced movements, the goat's hind legs were pressed forward, making her hips rotate upward, and human dick pressed downward to align with animal cunt. While not the quick stabbing that the deer seamed to enjoy, Joe was quickly balls deep into the white goat. He had leaned forward, her hind against his chest, keeping her mating tunnel aligned with his thrusting cock.Penny closed her eyes, as the welcome feeling of thick human cock sliding over her clit, sent waves of pleasure through out the goat's body. Joe let her hind legs slip around his body. The cloven hoofed legs stuck out on either side. The human's legs were now pressing against the backs of the goat's thighs, again keeping wet fucking goat and human parts aligned.The man's stomach pressed lightly into her deflated udder. Wrinkled soft teats teased his black pubic hair. The air trapped between man and goat quickly warmed up and his sweat was making the dried coating of human and deer jizz become sticky again. Laying his face against the animal's deeply ve'ed chest, Joseph paused for a moment.... His throbbing cock, buried to it's root, seamed to make him feel so alive... so sexual... so male...Her quickly wagging tail made long hairs tickle the back of his scrotum, breaking the human's trance. Bringing him back to the realization he was balls deep in the female he loved. Pulling back several inches, and then pushing back, in long slow thrusts. The human fucked the white animal. While the deer had been hot and fast, he wanted to fuck Penny, warm and slow. The goat gave out a soft moan as she felt her human's thick cock gently stretch her pussy. The sharp fleshy tip of her clit, bumped along the top of Joe's penis. Hind legs twitch in the air as waves of pleasure were sent through out her body. Man and beast were lost in a sea of carnal bliss. While some folks could never conceive of the idea of putting one's penis into an animal's pussy... If he were to think on this, Joe would surely feel sorry for their lost pleasure. With nose buried Penny's white hairs, Joseph inhaled her warm musk. Hips started to move faster as the pressure slowly built. Through the fog of sensual pleasure, lust and the desire to blast a load of cum into his beloved doe goat was increasing. Like all men, Joe had masturbated, and watched, with some fascination, jet after jet of his white sticky seamen arch through the air and land a few feet in front of him. Just knowing that this powerful jet of human cum was about to be unleashed into the goat's cunt... Made it happen all the quicker.Penny, of course, had no idea what the fluid the buck goats shot into her was for, nor what the warm thick cum the human ejaculated into was for. She only know that it marked the end of this session of pleasure. Sometimes it was for a day, or other times is was only a short while, before she felt the exquisite fullness of being fucked again. By the time the white doe staggered from Joseph's room, she had three more loads of cum pumped into her. A white translucent ribbon followed her as she made her way to the milking parlor. On seeing the disheveled, well used doe. Joe's fellow milkers knew he wouldn't be joining them this morning.
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    Standard Warning About this Story Containing Zoo Sex!Anthro and Non-Anthro!Copyright by Ramseys 2014I hope you all enjoy Oh.. this one has just a tiny bit of MMF at the very end. For needed background, please read 'The Goat Farm' 1, 2, 3 and 4 first. The Goat Farm 5Joseph's story As with all young Amish boys, Joseph was thoroughly indoctrinated into the Amish life and religion. All of which was immediately contradicted as soon as he set foot off the dairy. Cars, cell phones, electric lights. All were good things he figured, not the 'Work of the Devil'....But he was told time and again, that he was too young to recognize 'Demonic intent', and to trust his elders for guidance. Watch your older brother and see how one truly lives the pure and righteous life.'Lust of women', Bad.'Masturbation', Bad.'Pornography', Bad.'Lust of men', Very Bad.'Impure thoughts', Bad to Very Bad, depending on what they are.But the older boys talked of women and having sex with them. Add in the fact that all the young Amish girls his age, were pretty much spoken for. By the time he was to start courting, there wouldn't be any 'acceptable', (Amish) girls left! He was starting to understand the younger buck's frustration. Of the four breeding bucks they had at the dairy, the youngest one was always pushed aside and the older ones mounted the doe in his stead.Ahh yes, the goats.... He never understood the rough treatment they received from the other men on the farm. Maybe they saw how free and natural their lives were. Walking around all day, just eating and sleeping when they wanted. Even pooping and peeing in front of any one, at any time. The doe's didn't have to work at making milk, they just did. And the bucks had no other job in their lives other then to check on the doe's and breed them when they would stand in heat.Joseph thought they were heavenly! Surely they were one of god's creatures. Everything the goats did was wondrous to him. Any free time he had, was spent with the goats. Even his chores were a delight if he got to do them around the goats. And as with all good things, he was chastised for spending too much time looking at the goats. Was he being lustful while watching the bucks service the doe's?To be honest, he was. The massive scrotums swing between the male's hind legs, was mesmerizing. The quick flash of pink as they attempted to mount the doe's was exciting. And that puffy slit under the tail, the prized target of the bucks, was lust inspiring.But like the good son, he resisted the urges he had to join in.... Until one day. Joseph had gone into the horse barn to get some nails to fix one of the milk stands. He was looking through the old coffee cans trying to find the right sized nails, when the door at the far end of the barn opened very quietly, and in stepped his oldest brother. He was about to call out a greeting, when the actions of his brother seamed strange... Like he was making sure no one saw him enter the barn. He softly closed the door and walked directly to the stall that held the 'Carriage horse'. A retired 'Trotter', father had bought from a race track. She was already trained to pull a cart and even thought she was too slow for racing, the mare was plenty fast enough to pull the family to church on Sunday. Grabbing a bucket from next to the door, Joseph watched as his brother slid the door open and slip inside the stall. Once the door slid shut, he could hear his brother talking softly to the mare. He must have had a carrot in his pocket, for he held one up and broke off a piece and offered it to the animal. From where Joseph was standing he could see through the bars that ringed the top half of the stall. He stayed in the shadows caused by the large farm wagon. Then he saw his brother break up the carrot into smaller pieces and put them in the feed pan. The mare stepped to the pan and started munching on the offered food. Meanwhile Joseph's brother set the bucket down behind the mare and he unbuttoned his pants, stepping on the bucket he let his pants fall and reached out and lifted the horse's tail. With one hand he rubbed the black lips of the mare's cunt and with the other he jacked his dick to make it hard. Once he had accomplished that task, he spit in his hand and rubbed it on his hardened cock. He wasted no time in leaning foreword and rubbing his dick where his hand had been. The mare's lips parted and Joseph watched his brother slid his cock into the animal. The young Amish man quickly started to fuck the mare, as a stallion would... And almost just as quickly as a stallion would, he climaxed into her. He jumped off the bucket and patted the mare on her rump. He softly told her that she was a great 'fuck', and he'd see her again. Joseph sat outside the milking parlor. It was still a half an hour before the start of evening milking. He had fixed the milking stand, gotten the Stainless Steel buckets out, put the cheese cloth in the strainer and sat it on top of the big milk can. Everything was ready, so the young man sat just outside the gate that let the goats into the holding pen before going into the milking parlor. The scene in the horse barn played through his mind over and over... His brother... The one he was suppose to watch and emulate... Fucking an animal.... Sometimes fate comes along and gives you a big 'ol wet sloppy kiss. It makes you a deal you can't refuse. And then is sits back and watches as your life is completely changed. Penny, an all white goat doe came up and nuzzled Joseph's face. When the milking was done, father announced that their mother's sister was feeling poorly and that he'd be taking her over to their farm, their three sisters were going in case there was any 'woman's work' that need to be done. And the three boys were to watch the place and do morning milking.Joseph couldn't help but wonder if his father noticed, his eldest son's seed leaking out of the mare's pussy, as she trotted over the rise. The black carriage had no sooner disappeared when Joseph's two older brothers informed him that he was to watch the place, because they were going to a friends house to play video games. And soon their bicycles disappeared down the road in the other direction. Even the dog was heading across the field, probably in search of a bitch in heat.He had been left alone at the dairy before. Joseph reached up and touched his cheek where Penny had rubbed her muzzle against his face. But never with all these new thoughts.... There was a tightening in his pants... Or new lusts.Just eight hours ago, the young Amish lad would have staunchly repressed the images that floated through his brain. All of them were of a white doe goat. We'll never know why. Maybe it was because of all the humans on the farm, he was the only one that treated the goats with love and tenderness. 'They provide the family with an income... Why not be kind to them', Joseph reasoned. If this was the 'why', or was there something else the doe sensed about the lad that made her lift her head and start trotting over to the young man that stood in the open barn door. He knelt and greeted her with soft words and a hug. Rubbing his hands over her body, he stopped at the spots, she seamed to enjoy being scratched. But the tent in his pants urged that things 'move along'.Joseph stood and stepped back into the dim barn, Penny followed. He walked across the hard packed dirt of the barn floor, to the birthing pens. One had, in the corner, a concrete pad. It was here long before it was an Amish goat dairy, so no one knew it's original intent. He turned and watched as the doe pranced over the floor to him. Again he petted her before leading her into the empty pen and over to the low platform. Like all goats she liked being on the highest thing she could find and quickly hopped up on it, looking rather pleased with herself as she pranced about. Her long ears flapped and her tail twirled. A pink udder with two large teats swayed beneath her. The human wondered, how could god make such perfect creature, if not to fall in love with?The tent stood larger, putting more pressure on the lad's mind. He quickly stripped out of his pants and hung them on the side of the stall. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a solution to a problem he was just now realizing he had. A beam of late afternoon sunshine shown through one of the cracks between the siding on the barn. It lit up his nine inch cock. His brother's penis was much smaller then a stallion's, when he fucked the mare. Joseph, on the other hand, was much larger then a goat buck. Not that he would hurt Penny, since she had already kidded in her recent past, and he was no where near as large as a baby goat, he still wanted to make sure she was going to enjoy this too. What that bright beam of light had also lit up, was a bottle of 'OB Lube'. It was there in case a doe was having problems giving birth, one of the skinny armed children, would 'lube up' and stick their arm up inside the doe and pull out the kid. His sister now had that honor, but when he was the only 'skinny arm' on the farm, it had been his job. So he knew that it was just the right thing to use.Used to being 'positioned' on the milk stand, the doe was very compliant when Joseph turned her rump toward the side of the platform. He backed her up to where her hind hooves were close to the edge. Kneeling down, he drank in the sight of her nether area. The brilliant white hairs that surrounded the island of pink flesh. The small slit that he had watched a slender goat cock slam into, and two perfect goat kids stretch their way into the world. She smelled like the late summer grasses she fed on. Soft yielding flesh met his fingers as his gently probed the lips. Penny pushed back... 'She wants it too', though the young man.... Standing, he pulled his foreskin back, applied the lube, and pressed his naked glans against her vulva. The animal's warm soft flesh opened to allow the human's cock tip to enter her. Neither tied or hobbled, the goat stood and gobbled up the penis that was shoved into her nether lips. Deeper the lad sank, into her warm body until his was fully hilted in her sex. Joseph understood... Why every male farm animal he had ever saw, wanted to get their cocks into the female's cunt... It was Fantastic! Being a virgin, he had no idea... Now he knew. Putting his hands on Penny's hips, the young human begin to thrust in and out of the doe. OH MY GOD! What a feeling... Nothing he could have imaged, can compare to what his dick was experiencing right now. The soft warm goat flesh that hugged his shaft as he fucked her pussy, was fantastic. His glans plowed through the pliant flesh of her vagina, sending waves of pure pleasurable lust back to his brain. Even if his father was to suddenly appear, the young human would not have stopped his fucking of the white goat. Joseph slowed down his frantic thrusting, to 'make it last longer'. That lasted only for a few moments, then he was picking up speed. The lewd squishy sounds of sex filled that corner of the barn. Again the boy forced himself to slow down... And again he quickly returned to his lust filled pounding of Penny's rump... Then a sudden tightness gripped him and the human was blasting his whitish translucent jizz deep into the willing doe... Joseph nearly passed out from the lust bursting through his body... The white feathery hairs of her tail, brushed back and forth at high speed across his black curly pubic hairs that surrounded his pulsing cock... His heart pounded in his ears as another wave of pure joy washed over him... More cum.... His breath came in loud gasps... This was much more intense then when he masturbated to orgasm... More cum.... Not in a million years would the young lad be able to describe the pure joy he felt... His sweaty palms made Penny's white hair damp where he gripped her hips... His cock was awash with lube, cum and doe jizz... Finally the young man released his hold on the doe and staggered back, his semi-hard cock was dragged from her bestial cunt, his issue bubbling from the piss slit. Thin streamers of human cum stretched between man and goat, then broke and started racing to the ground.Penny spun around and looked at the boy, that her sexy body had just changed into a man. She was unaware of the lust she had created that fried the young human's brain. All she knew is, what they just did felt wonderful. His thick human cock really stretched her cunt in marvelous ways. She had never had her clit so stimulated before.... And the long time he was doing it... She gave a soft bleat to the nice human that leaned against a barn support. Joseph looked up and saw Penny looking at him, her tail quickly flashing in a beam of sunlight. Over the next two weeks the young Amish lad found ways to be with his Penny six more times. Six times of pure heaven.... Six times his cock blasted his seed into an animal. It was after that sixth time, when his father saw his youngest son, with one knee on the ground and his arms wrapped around a goat. Summoning up his best 'fire and brimstone' voice he asked the lad if he had carnal knowledge of that beast. The question caught Joseph so off guard, he just stammered and turned a bright shade of red. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Joe", as everyone called him now, head still spun a bit as he thought back on the month's events. Seeing his brother having sex with a mare. Seeing his own cock sliding into the pussy of a goat. Seeing his father's face as he guessed what his son had done. Seeing the family's dour faces as he was told to leave and never come back. All except his oldest brother's face, it had a very smug look on it. Seeing the friendly face of Fred Brown as he offered him a place to stay. Seeing Gerty come down the front porch steps and giving him a hug. Seeing Penny coming through their kitchen door. Seeing the police officer and answer his questions and swearing to a statement that legally separated him from his family so he could do what he wanted, when he figured out what that was of course. Seeing the Island Buck Goats naked and free like the milk goats they took care of. Seeing the orgy. If someone had said to him that, 'two months before your eighteenth birthday you'd take part in an orgy with goats, humans, and a mastiff'.... He would have thought they were insane.He fucked Penny... His lust seamed boundless... Joe's cock quickly returned to full hard after each orgasm... At first he only fucked Penny. But she must have grew tired, for she went over and lay down next to the hay rack with the other well used doe's. But there was a steel gray goat, with twin cream colored strips down her face. Even though the cum of several bucks streamed from her slit, she still wanted him to fuck her. She knew of humans and their thick cocks... 'It must be because of this closed stall, where the smell of goat sex hung thick.' Is what Joe told himself, as to why he was able to perform so well and so often... His dick fairly squished as he entered her. Goat semen flowed back down his shaft and dripped from his balls. But even with so much use, she was still snug around him. He started slow fucking her, and glanced about the room....Jeff the driver, was thrusting into the mastiff that lay on her back. She looked like she had her two front paws pulling the human to her in an embrace. Mr. Brown was fucking an all black doe, he could see her smoky nether lips wrapped around his cock as he stroked in and out of her. Gerty was laying, chest down, on a raised beam of some kind and had a line of bucks waiting their turn at dumping their seed into her brown cunt.Joe closed his eyes and fucked the doe with strong deep thrusts. ---------------------------------------------------------------- "I hope everyone had enough to eat." The sound of Sally's amplified voice shook the young man out of his reverie. The auditorium suddenly came back into focus."You looked a thousand miles away there." The deep voice came from Karl, the biggest blackest man he had every seen, who was seated next to him. "Yea... just remembering the past month.""We'll have to compare notes sometime, my past month was rather interesting too.""Since our ranks are growing rather quickly now, I thought this little get together would help us get to know the new faces." Joe watched the General Manager of the Country Club as she spoke to the nearly full room. Although his view was mostly from behind the reddish sow. She had on what could best be described as a horse turnout sheet. But it was more frilly and tailored to her body. It covered her from around her neck, across her back, and down to her knees. So all her bits and teats were covered. Since there was only staff present, she decided to forgo her cart and just stood with her front feet on a heavy duty stool. And she was the only speaker, so the mic was set to her height.Joe was seated on one side of the stage with two other 'new' humans, ten doe goats, three bucks and a kangaroo. The other side sat the various department heads. In the front row of the audience, sat Jeff, boyfriend to Sally.Unlike most humans, when they get in front of a captive crowd, the sow didn't drone on about every little thing. Instead she was introducing Ollie North, the head of security.Just as he began to stand, another kangaroo seated next to Jeff leapt up and shouted, "TEN-HUT". Suddenly the back three rows of the auditorium, all security 'roos, stood up and snapped to attention. Ollie surveyed the scene... Slowly he brought the microphone up to his mouth.... "Rolph..." he addressed the 'roo standing next to Jeff. "You're an ass-hole." But the 'roo just raised his hands and turned around to face the Boomers.... Waving his arms like a conductor at the Philharmonic, the standing kangaroos started singing 'Happy Birthday'.... By the time it ended the whole room had joined in. Ollie just stood shaking his head and looking at the floor. When the last note was sung and the cheering died away, the head kangaroo again lifted the mic and said, "Rolph... You're still an ass-hole." Which brought a whole new round of cheering from the back rows.Ollie finally got his guards back into their seats. And just as he was taking a deep breath of air, Sally's voice cut off what ever he was going to say. "If you launch into Patton's speech, I'll fire your tail so damn fast." Amid the ensuing laughter, the big 'roo kicked at the floor and did his best, 'Awww shucks' mime. Joe thought all big companies were somber and serious, but the peals of mirth that burst forth, made the young human smile.The first new human to be introduced was... "Bruce Campbell ... at least that what he calls himself, were still looking into that." Some giggles from the other department heads. It was a bit of an inside joke. No one would have gotten this far without the head of security knowing everything there is to know about a person.A tall slender man stood. He had a refinement about his bearing. Someone who knew his way around a board room as well as bar room. He had the obligatory khaki shorts and a golf shirt from the soon to be opened gift shop. "Good evening ladies and Bruces..." He had a thick Aussie brogue. And got some laughs from the rows of 'roos. "Well all joking aside. I'm happy to be here and joining this fine organization. I'm originally from Australia, moved to Texas about 20 years ago." The last part was given in an equally thick Texas draw. "Well long story short. I was able to connect some capital with some investments, and I got in on the ground floor of some lucrative deals. So at the age of fifty, I get to retire and become a security guard.... Oh, I almost forgot the most important part. ten years ago I went back to visit my home. And it was there, I met and married my wife... Gura". Heads turned to where the man was pointing and a flyer stood up.That sent a mummer through the audience... Someone whispered to another, "Gura means 'wind' in Aboriginal." "I'd be happy to stand up here the rest of the day, telling about how we met and all that. But I think that's enough for now." And with that, he handed the microphone to Karl, and sat back down.The massive black man stood, took a step foreword, planted the two tree trunks he had for legs, stood ridged, shoulders back, eye straight ahead. He looked like you could come back in 24 hours and still find him in that exact same spot. "I am what the world calls a 'Beefeater', but I look nothing like the guy on the gin bottle." That got a laugh. "As some of you may know, I'm the product of genetic manipulation, just as all of you are." Any where else in the world, such news would have been greeted with some fear... But here the assembled persons just nodded. "According to Island scientists I'm about 30% Zebra."Joe had heard about the Beefeaters, but had no idea as to how they came to be. Karl told about his training in his country's academy for 'Palace Guards', and how he was a "scrawny washout". "What they didn't know, I had much more zebra in me than the other trainees. So I was a late bloomer because of that." Karl's voice had a note of pride in it. As if he had shown all those instructors that he was the better man.The tree uprooted itself, and handed the microphone to Joe before sitting back down. Joe was not one for public speaking... But he was able to get out a brief history of his life. When he told about Mr. Brown and Gerty, there was shouts of, "Yea Fred" and "Go Gerty" from some of the goats he was working with at the dairy. It was only after he had sat down, he realized... That since the 'orgy' was a normal event for new arrivals at the Brown Dairy, they would know he was at one. And promptly turned red. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Molly was every bit as nice as her sister, up to and including jumping his body the first chance she got. Penny fitted right in too. She seamed to approve of having the Island Goats take care of her. And of course they were nice, not only to Penny but to all the doe's. The strangest thing for Joe to get used to, was that there were the female Island goats that also worked at the dairy. It was about a seventy - thirty mix of bucks to doe's. All of the buck handling was done by the females. They had a system of putting the buck's name on a chalk board, that were due to be used for breeding one of the milk goats. That way all the island goats knew which bucks to 'rest'. ie: not empty them of needed sperm. Any way, Joe wasn't totally surprised when Molly told him about how the Island goats had a 'built in' need for sex. He had heard rumors about such a thing. That and the fact Joe had been 'balls deep' in about half the female Island goats at the dairy in the short time he had been here. Another month flew by, and before long it was his birthday. Molly didn't have training in human social customs, so she called her sister, since Gerty live out in the human world. "Eighteen is a big mile stone for humans. (Oooooo that's so good.)" Molly could tell she had caught her sister in the middle of an impromptu fuck sessions. "Not only is he now old enough to legally, (Harder...Oooo god yes.), do everything he's been doing these past months, but it's going to be the first one since he was booted from his family." In the background she could hear Fred climax into her sister. "But remember he spent his whole life as an Amish, (Don't you dare wipe that on my ass.) so he's not going to want a bunch of material things. Maybe some clothing, but mostly, he's just going to want friends around." There was the sound of a kitchen chair being moved and Fred sitting down... The dairyman knew he could be heard so his said in a loud voice, "Tell that sister of yours I'm going to come down there someday and find out is she's as good a fuck, as everyone says she is." "Now who's 'everyone'?" "I've heard back from some of the boys that's ended up down there." "Now that's a good idea Fred." "Why thank you... Aaah, What idea?" "Going down to Texas to visit my sister and be at Joe's birthday party." "Oh Yea.. that is a good idea." "Talk to you later sis, I need to take a shower now... Pervert!" "You're the one that keeps flagging that tail'Click'." Peggy, the head of Hospitality, must have figured Joseph's birthday celebration would become a test of her staff. They had done other 'events', but those were in the banquet room, this was to be out in the main barn, far away from the well stocked storerooms. This is were planning pays off in having everything they needed, without dashing back for forgotten items.The decorations were strung everywhere, the cake was immense, half chocolate and half carrot. With a bas-relief portrait of the man of honor. Even had a kangaroo for the DJ. Bill ushered one of seven potable bars to an out of the way corner. He didn't figure on serving much alcohol, but wanted to be ready. Mostly he just had soft drinks and beer. Brilliant white table cloths were smoothed on long tables, they were then, laid out in fine crystal, silver and china. Intricate table decorations. The black doe looked like a Southern General as she inspected her linen covered battle lines. An approving nod to her hospitality staff. A quick check with the kitchen... Everything was in readiness. Joe had just finished morning milking. The other dairymen? dairybucks? The English language was still catching up with the realities of Island Animals in society. Any ways his work mates wanted him to take the day off, since it was his birthday, but he refused, saying, "He never got it off at home, so why should here be any different." Jeff rolled up in one of the shiny new golf carts. "Hop in and well go have lunch up at the restaurant that's nearly open up at the main Chalet." "Nearly open?" Yea they got the grills and deep fryers up and running. And their looking for guinea pigs." "Do I look ok?" "I'll drive you over to the bunkhouse and you can throw on a clean shirt." When the cart veered toward the main barn, Jeff quickly told Joe, "I just need to run in here for a second... Why don't you go in and say 'Hi' to Molly."The kangaroo spotted the young man coming through the door and promptly hit the 'start' button. Suddenly the barn was filled with 'Hail to the Chief'. Joe's knees were shaking by the time Molly and Gerty got him to his seat of honor at the table on the raised dais. Jeff had made an impossible quick change into a tuxedo and was standing next to Sally, attired in a fine royal blue dress. Once he was plinked down in the oversized chair, Molly sat on his right side, next to her was Sally in her powered lift, then Jeff, an all white doe he was later introduced to Nora. To Joe's left was Gerty and Fred, Ollie North, To keep an eye on Fred it was joked. Other department heads. Across from the main table, at barn floor level, was a table that face towards it. So directly in front of Joe was, Karl and Bruce, along with his wife. They all waved at him. A human he hadn't met yet, but he could tell by the way he was dressed he was a horseman. Someone shouted at the man, to come up and met the 'birthday boy'. Once the human had traveled half the length of the other table and around to the steps up to the dais, he was in front of Joe. Molly did the introductions, "This is Cory, he's an independent contractor out at the pony ranch." The two men shook hands and Cory invited Joe out to his ranch anytime he wanted a real hamburger. The human just got back to his seat when a big black doe at the far end of the main table gave a signal to start serving.Again Peggy had pulled out all stops with the food as well. Lobster stew of some kind, a salad, small ones for the humans, big bowls for the animals. Chicken fixed like Joe had never tasted before. Glazed carrots, little red potatoes, and to wash it all down with was Bill's special Orange juice. He told Joe, when he served it to him, that it full of good stuff to make your birthday night the best ever. Both Gerty and Molly assured him that it was just juice, vitamins, and some herbs that only goats knew about. Joe looked around from time to time and was amazed at all the Island animals there was here. His fellow workers from the dairy filled part of one row. The construction crew had shrank as the parts of the Country Club was finished. Most had gone to another goat project in the hills of West Virginia. They took up another row. Security 'roos and grounds keepers, another. Every time one would notice him looking their way, they'd wave, point at their plates and give a thumbs up. which their fellow lunchers would follow suit, until whole sections of the room would wave. Once the din of silverware clinking on plates died away, the wait staff quickly cleared the tables.The cart that held the massive cake was too wide to fit between the dais and the first row of tables. Sally called down that it was fine there, we all could see it. Joe just sat once again amazed at his image done in frosting. Since he didn't answer the question Chocolate or Carrot, both was brought up to him. Just as he was about to take a bite, the large screen, which up until now had only shown soft blotches of color drifting around, sprang to life with a scene from one of the stalls in the dairy barn. Someone was giving Penny a small, Molly approved, cake.Joe ate his cake with tears streaming down his cheeks. It was all so unbelievable that everyone here was acting so... 'normal', about his love for a goat. He was really happy to see Gerty and Fred. He noticed the time and told everyone he'd back after evening milking. Jeff dropped him off in front of the bunkhouse so he could change back into his work clothes. He was met at the milking parlor door by the head of the dairy, and was told that he was going to take this evening's milking off. No but's... or she'd have him tossed out. He didn't want to head back to the party just yet... He had lots of things running through his head. So in the afternoon sunshine, he took off across a pasture. There were still 'wild' areas left all around the farms. One was just over the hill from the dairy. But it was still a good jaunt. Lots of time to think... about his last birthday... the teacher that was teaching him modern farming. Of which he could see all around him at the goat farms.... sex with Penny.... heck sex with just about any female animal on the place.... How nice the Browns were to him.... how nice everyone had been to him... Even Jeff who didn't know him from Adam, treated him like an old friend... Even in Texas you find little patches of paradise. A small stream kept an area well green and well shaded with old oaks. Joe found one such patch and was soon kneeling on the soft green grass. He had a long talk with his god. He prayed for his family, his brothers and sisters, the farm and all the animals there.... Then he had just one question for his deity... 'Was he doing... Right?... Was this life a good life?.... Could he send a sign?' The young man didn't know how long he stayed like that. Head down, motionless, kneeling, eyes closed, the sound of nature all around him................................... There was something sniffing his ear! Had god sent a wolf to kill this sinner? A soft tongue licked at the salty spot behind his ear... Joe peeked out of the corner of one eye.... WHOA Shit! It was a DEER! Holly cow! A wild deer was licking him. He turned his head more and she switch to his sweaty forehead. Her wet tongue swiped repeatedly over his brow. Ever so slowly he lifted his arm and softly petted her on the side of her neck... She barely twitch... His petting became more bold... She suddenly swung her body around and presented her rump to him. Joe has seen enough, in heat, goats to know exactly what he was looking at.Joe suddenly had a painful erection trapped in his shorts. He shifted things about and went back to the doe. The hairs on the underside of her tail and around the patch of pink and brown flesh, was a brilliant white. When he scratched her just above this magnificent tail, she lifted it and flagged it back and forth hypnotically. Trance like, Joe slowly stood up. He kept one hand busy petting the doe around her rump, the other reached into a pocket on his cargo shorts and retrieved the bottle of lube he always kept there. Not just for Penny but all the doe's at the dairy. He then unfastened his shorts and let them fall. Joe had long since stopped wearing underwear around the dairy, they just got in the way. He stepped out of them with one foot and kicked 'em away with the other. He broke contact with the deer just long enough to splash some lube onto his hand, then stuck the bottle in his T-shirt pocket. One hand pulled his foreskin back, the other applied the slippery fluid. Once his nine inch dick was coated he used the lube coated fingers to rub the animal's nether lips. She pushed back... His hard cock had been waiting long enough... Aiming his phallus he pushed the glans into her moist puffy lips... The White Tail thrust back, Impaling herself on his shaft! Joe nearly cum right then and their.... But fortunately he was able to maintain... The doe turned her head to look back at him, as if to say, 'That's how it's done.' Placing both hands on her hips the young human began fucking the feral deer... She was so warm... And her flesh was so soft.... Looking down he watched as his withdrawing cock shaft pulled her rubbery lips out as if sucking on him. Then folding back in as he drove into her. The doe stood with her front hooves braced, and her hind legs apart. She was ready and willing to let this human buck fuck her senseless. A soft grunt sounded low in her throat as Joe pounded his cock deep into the animal... Waves of pure ecstasy that started in his groin, and spread through out Joe's body... Through the fog of lust, the human heard the doe give another grunt as he pounded her even harder. Torn between, wanting this to last forever, and wanting to cum in her before she decided to leap away... Joe kept up his steady fucking of the deer.... He felt his lust rising and his loins tighten.... The human gave out his own animal groan as his orgasm overtook him... Not since his first time with Penny, has he cum so hard... His semen blasted through his cock's piss slit... He forgot to breath as his second load of human jizz jetted into the doe's cunt.... A deep breath and a soft cry of joy as the third wave made his hips buck... One last half stroke... His cock was awash with his own cum flooding back from the massive load he hosed her tunnel with... One more jet of thick milky human seed fired from his cock... A few more weak spurts... And Joe's hands dropped away from where he had been griping the doe. The White Tail Deer waddled away a few steps from the human. The semi hard penis slithered from the doe's cunt.... It's lips still held the rounded shape of the human's shaft... Through half closed eyes Joe could see the excess of his balls, flowing from her pussy and fell like fat, translucent, stringy, rain drops onto the grass between her hind legs.... The human found a patch of grass that looked safe. (No ant hills) And sat down... The grass had that cool damp feel, that felt nice on his balls... While his breathing slowly returned to normal, Joe watched the doe cropping some of the succulent grass near by.... 'It's not suppose to happen this way.' Joe thought to himself. 'God doesn't answer questions or 'give signs'.'.... The human looked up at a few puffy white clouds in the late day sky.... Then at the doe again. 'At least not so, directly.' The young man thought back and remember hearing stories from other farmers, telling of deer that walk right up to 'em during their rut. Joe was somewhat relived that some ambiguity had been interjected into the cause as to what just happened. Joe chuckled a bit as he remember how one Sunday school teacher put it. 'Only Saints and Prophets got direct text messages.' He looked around and saw his shorts were over near where the deer was still nibbling on grass. The human noted that just looking at the doe was giving him a 'chubby'. He quietly stepped closer to his clothing, not wanting to startle the delicate creature... But she lifted her head and watched him for a moment before walking to be directly in his line of travel... That wonderful pink and brown mottled nether flesh blocking his way... 'She must want a second time.' the human thought. He cock quickly agreed and was soon at full hard again... 'Can't leave a lady in distress.' Joe smiled as he pulled the bottle from his pocket an proceeded to reapply the slippery substance to his phallus.... Remember the lessen she taught him the first time... The human never broke stride until he was balls deep into the doe's vagina. She seamed to enjoy the solid thump his groin gave her rump... Then Joe did it again, made his groin bump against deer flesh... The young man fucked her with long powerful strokes... He wrapped his arms her hips as he bent over her body... He sped up until he was punching in with short jabs... Then slowed down again, but still ended every stroke with a firm ball slap to her soft thighs... Since he had just cum not that long ago, he was enjoying his long fuck... Faster... Slower.... when he slowed down he felt the warm breath of another animal sniffing his rump... 'Must be another deer.' Joe was long past the novelty of being sniffed by a White Tail.... Speeded up and his lust was rising... 'Oh yea!' The human forced himself to slow down again.... The sniffing was stronger.... The human was too far got to wonder if the damp grass he had sat in was where an estrus doe had pissed, or for that matter if the deer sniffing him might be a buck.... Joe bucked his hips in orgasm, just as a strong set of furry legs gripped them in a powerful squeeze... As his semen drove down his shaft he felt another slender shaft being driven up his anus! The weight of the furry underside slid up his back, as the shaft drilled deeper... Human cum washed up against the back of the doe's mating tunnel, as warm fuzzy fur of the buck's inner thigh bumped against Joe's ass cheeks... It slide back, but came thrusting back in just in time to help push the second wad of man cum into the White Tail Doe.... Joe's mind was doing back flips.... He wasn't sure if he liked what was happening.... On the third stroke of buck cock and cum blast, the human was starting to warm up to the idea.... The forth stroke was so powerful and deep, the buck's balls swung far enough foreword that they actually bumped the back sides of the human's. Joe's ass-hole clench tight around the spurting deer cock as the last of his own cum launched into the doe, who was now having to hold all of 'em up... The doe leapt foreword, suddenly leaving Joe with nothing around his still spurting cock, or anything holding him up! The human fell foreword onto his hands and knees, just as the buck yanked back, pulling his cock free. Cum dripped from the buck's receding penis... Cum dripped from Joe's receding penis... Cum dripped from the doe's gapping cunt... Cum dripped from Joe's puckered ass hole.... All three were panting heavily... Joe silently swore that he would NEVER ask for a 'sign' from God Almighty, ever again...."You sure know how to get a guy's attention." Sitting back in his heals he got his first look at the buck that fucked him. The deer's thick neck and massive rack would have been the envy of any hunter.... He cast his eye's skyward and shouted, "Now that's just showing off!" Both deer looked at Joe, then almost looked they shrugged, and went off to find a quieter place to mate. Joe laughed.... He didn't quite know at what, but the whole event was somehow funny... Putting on his shorts he said to himself, "No one is going to believe what just happened." Just then two heavy thumps sound behind him. Turning around he saw two kangaroos in full security vests and weapons. "We would." the biggest one said. And pointed to his long ears as if to explain hearing his statement. "Shorty and I saw the whole thing." 'Shorty', who was still taller then the human, pointed to a small peak of rocks that overlooked the area. "That buck was flashing pink the whole time he was behind you, so we figured you wasn't in any trouble.""What are you two doing out here, any ways?""Well when you didn't come back to the party, they sent out an FaN on you.""FaN?""Find and Notify""Shorty asked around and they said you head off in this direction so we came looking to see if you needed any help.... Looked like you was doing just fine for yourself, so we just stayed back and watched." Shorty nodded along with the story. "We figured you had experience with deer before... If not, you got bigger balls then Shorty." Joe had to look, and sure enough 'Shorty' had quite the bulge in his padded, kevlar 'thong'. When the human assured the big 'roo that this was the very first time he had even touched a feral deer... He got a big whop on his back. "No shit?... Well I guess you do have some big balls at that." Before anything else could be said, Shorty nudged his partner and pointed to his watch. "Yea, Shorty's right, we better be getting you home... if that's what you want?""Aaa.. You don't have to tell anyone about what just happened, do you?""Don't have to. Shorty had the scope on you the whole time, to make sure that buck was behaving, it has a video link back to security... Since they were all a bit worried about you, Mr. North put it up on the big screen in the barn."
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    Standard Warning About this Story Containing Zoo Sex!Anthro and Non-Anthro!Copyright by Ramseys 2012I hope you all enjoy The Goat Farm A little back ground to the world I've created.About 100 years ago the 'Zero Point' power was discovered/created/whatever.What that meant, for about a month's wages, one could buy a device, about the size of a 55gal. drum, that would run you whole house. AC, heat, cooking, everything. For decades!Another one the size of a briefcase, your car.Needless to say, things change. Now someone could go to the middle of nowhere and live. Thrive even.And someone did just that. About 50 years ago, on some small island someone(s) set up a compound of labs and housing. Oh yea.. some animals too.Sooner or later another someone is bound to find said island, and to poke about a bit. Signs be damned."Trespassers will be Eaten!"... HAH!The the next guy found the bones of that first guy, and was more careful.What he found truly rocked the world."The Island of Dr. Moreau Found!"Screamed the headlines. And they sort'a had.But instead of trying to make animals be more like humans...They found animals that had been made, less so.They found very intelligent hogs. Who carefully explained to the scientists that since porcine biology was very close to human, what with humans using pig heart valves and all, that the pig would be the first to be, "Raised"... As it were.While never able to stand upright, they could lay in a raised cradle and use their slightly modified front hooves to type and even draw. Normal IQ for a 'raised hog' is around 180-190. Oh and they can speak, quite well in fact. You probably have talked to one and not even known it. (They own several banks and call centers.)But they still looked like pigs. Just cleaner and had better table manors.Next it was conjectured, that because they couldn't get the hogs to stand up, they'd start with something already able to stand.And kangaroos also have very hand like paws too. While no dummies, they weren't quite on the par of the pigs. (IQ around 140-160) Turns out they make great cops. Faster then a cop on a bike... Heck in the inner city they were faster to a scene then cops in cars. And they got along better with the humans they policed. Studies showed since they didn't have the historical 'baggage' as the humans cops, they weren't seen as, "The Man". But they had a hard time walking. Oh they learned to move those big hind paws separately, but they were never going to be ballet dancers.The scientists were probably pretty pleased with themselves and went all out on the third animal to be 'raised'.They had darn near perfect balance. One would often see then standing or prancing on their hind legs. Stretching up to nibble at leaves in low tree branches. They were very friendly towards humans. And their milk was tasty. When the scientists got to the island, the goats bounced and pranced all around 'em. Helping carry, operated cameras, and answer questions.Even though the pigs had a bit of a head start in the intelligence dept. the goats were still almost as smart as the pigs. The conversion to the hoof to a usable hand was remarkable. Although the 'Two fingers, Two thumbs' took a while to get used to seeing them at work.The voice was unique. Since the nasal passages are very different, it sounded... exotic.All three had mostly normal looking animal faces. Not the typical Hollywood mushed human face with patchy furred monstrosities.About the only change was the brain area was slightly larger, but not so much as to cause birthing problems.What they didn't find was the men who did this. Well they did find their graves. And bizarre video entries in their personal diaries. Gaunt faces saying it wasn't the animals fault, they were doing this to themselves. Large chunks of their data base had been erased.Oh... That first guy's bones, he fell in a crevasse. ********************************************************************* My name is Simon, and Simon says... Ok... We got that out of our systems?Even my professors in business collage couldn't resist making jokes, the short time I was enrolled. Graduated at the top of my class, two years early. On top of graduating two years early from high school. I had started up the corporate ladder before I could legally drink.Proud parents? They probably thought my collage graduation was my high school one. I was one of the lucky few that the 'robo-teachers' actually worked, once I figured out how to get around the parental controls. My 'parents' were much too busy 'having a life'. Hell they even had me circumcised so they didn't have to teach me how to clean my dick properly.Of course today, no one made jokes, if they wanted to keep their jobs.I'm the CFO for a huge biotech company. Head bean counter, as it were.But a very good one, and was responsible for single handedly saving the company billions.I wield quite a bit of power around here. But I don't abuse it. I'm fair and quick to give credit and praise to those that earn it. Oh there's always going to be some back-stabbing ass-hole, but I have several good friends that look out for their own 'meal ticket', me.Having a doctorate in economy, does not get many women running after me. Having millions in stock options, I can buy all the women I want. But I figure that since I'm only in my late 20's, I have time for women and family later. Being a tad bit lonely is probably why I agreed to visit the place I did.First I guess I should also tell you that I like goats. I have expensive paintings of rocky crags with goats perched precariously on ledges, Statues of shaggy goats standing on rocky out crops. I have some of those resin castings of a goat herd laying around on my credenza. I even have been known to wonder through fairs to ogle at the clean, well groomed Capra hircus.So when the invite came to visit a new local 'Country Club' that was owned and run by the goats from that strange island, well... I went. ********************************************************************* Driving up the long winding road to the place. I started noticing topiary set back from the roadway. "I bet those goats could give those gardeners at Disney World a run for their money." I quietly mused to myself. Then the first guard house, a human took my name and checked a list on a clip board. Who then smiled and waved me on. Then a massive stone wall, looked like it was part of the Great Wall of China, but was guarded by several kangaroos in some sort of camo-vest that held lots of things that would probably hurt. The roo security guard politely asked to see my driver's license, and then scanned it, looked closely at me, then smiled (Well I'm sure for a kangaroo it was a smile) and it too waved me through. (I was fairly sure it was a male. It was damn big, that's for sure. They all wear a camo-thong that matches the vest.)Past the 'Great Wall' and around a hill the main place came into view. Massive wasn't the word for it. 'Ski Chalet on steroids' I thought. Huge Logs held greats sheets of glass to showed off the light maple interior wood. I was staring so hard I almost didn't see the third guard, a male goat with a very nice set of horns, greeted me by name and directed where I should park. Or they also had valet parking... Human drivers. Like the pigs, the male goats were clean and didn't stink like their barnyard cousins. I'm guessing NOT pissing on your face helps. Like all the goats from the island, he was an Anglo-Nubian. He was a dark brown, solid color... Well what I could see of it. He wore a polo shirt and a kilt. Not having a waist, I wondered how he kept it up?Being in good shape, I work out quite a bit and run some too, I parked and walked to the front entrance. Sure enough off to one side in a small glass booth sat a happy looking young man with a rack of keys behind him. I'm not sure why, but I veered over to the glass booth. The door quickly popped open sending a wash of cool air over me. Felt good in the heat of a late autumn, Texas morning. "Yes sir?... How may I help you?" Well they must pay well here, I thought. He was sure glad to be here. His standard burgundy valet vest bore a name tag. "Jeff". Been here long? I asked. "About 9 months now. I first drove trucks picking up stuff for this place when they were building it. I still play chauffeur from time to time. But when we're expecting folks, I park cars." Good group to work for? I asked. He nodded and gave a big smile. "Sure are, and the benefits are fantastic." I nodded and thanked him for his time and headed for the revolving door.Before coming here, everything seamed on the up and up. SEC (Securities and Exchange Commission) said they were squeaky clean. Wouldn't do to be seen at some shady outfit, considering my position. I even ran them through my company's 'Vender Screener', and they came up clear. But it never hurts to check with the lower level staff. They were usually more honest then the inside crew. **************************************************************** 'Well this is it.' I thought as the door whooshed around me. My little pod of warm outside air was quickly washed away by the cool breezes from the massive ceiling fans. Did I mention that everything in the lobby was huge? 'Ok... Get your wits about you.' I scolded myself, 'I'm gawking like a 'tourist'. You've seen Goats before. They say there's several that work custodial in my own building.The front staff was mostly females, 'Doe' I told myself. Although a few 'Bucks' were also doing the heavier tasks. I was certain they were more 'bouncer' then 'bell-hop'. Some folks hadn't welcomed the 'raised' animals with open arms. Some with a little more intensity than others. Being a Capitalist at heart, 'New Markets' was the counter argument to the 'anti's' shouts. They were too... Not one, so far, had been a slacker.Reception was a long counter. Like you'd fine in a quality hotel. Behind the counter was a sow in one of their 'cradle' arrangements. She could move about on it, raise and lower her front half. But primarily it made her hands free to type on the computer's keyboard. She looked up and said with out the slightest squeal, "Your invitation please." She took my offered sheet of paper between her two hoof fingers. "Ahh yes, Mr. Simon. How very nice of you to visit us. I do hope you become a member here. You're just the sort we're looking for."I swear she winked at me.You're a bit early for the noon presentation, I'll have Nora show you to the bar. With a touch on a bank of buttons a lovely pure white doe appeared at the sow's side. She wore a white dress, plain, with straps and it went down to her... knees? Her horns were much smaller then the male's he's seen, more swept back. Those trade mark long floppy ears, smokey dark hooves, nose tending towards pink, and of course those goat eyes. Some folks really didn't like having the goats look at 'em. 'Alien Eyes' they said. I think they are quite enchanting.I guess I was a bit lost in those eyes, because the hog lady was saying... "Mr. Simon.. Will she be ok for your escort for this evening?" rather loudly. And I had the feeling that wasn't the first time she had asked. "Ahh Yes, sure... She's perfect." I finally stammered out."Good, she'll meet you at the end of the counter, have a pleasant stay...""Oh, one other thing, I noticed you talking with Jeff outside, was everything ok Mr. Simon?""Just fine, I was getting the local weather report."******************************************************************** Nora put all the 'show goats' I had ever seen to shame. The curve of her nose, the way her horns flowed back the length of here ears were all out of the textbook. I wondered how long she spent brushing her fur to make it shine like it did."There is a bar tucked in the back where we can wait, Mr. Simon". Her voice was pitched just low enough to be exotic sounding.... "Mr. Simon"? "Oh I'm so sorry, I was just admiring this massive lobby area." I quickly added. "And please call me Gene.""Well Gene, if you'll just follow me, we'll head back to a nice little bar in the back. And I can maybe answer some questions you might have".The bar was really something to see. Ornate wood turnings, fluted and filigree everywhere, dark oak. What one thinks of when you say, 'English Pub'. Only the hairy goats with the big horns weren't on the sign, he was Bill, standing proudly behind the well polished wood bar."Have anything you wish," Nora brightly announced, "Our Bill is quite the mixoligest." "Unlike some in my office, I don't drink quite this early in the day." I told my lovely companion, I turned to Bill... "I'll just have a cold Orange Juice.""Ahh well you are in luck, Bill has a wide selection of fruit juices, and makes a wonderful Orange Juice 'Plus'.""Sure", I told Nora, "just as long as there no alcohol in it."On the way to our seats I heard a blender come to life behind the bar.I held the chair for the lady goat and I had just made myself comfortable when the buck fairly pranced up to the table and sat a large glass of Orange Juice Plus in front of me."Please let me know what you think of it sir." The shaggy barman intoned, "I've been experimenting with different mixtures of juice and extracts. I hope humans find it as refreshing as we."I lifted the glass, and after a salute of the glass to the buck, I took a sip. Well there was no denying that his mixture was quite good, and I told him so. And that I'd follow up with him after finishing the glass. He wore a barman's apron, and little else that I could see, it wrapped completely around him. Leaving his solid black hairy back exposed but from the waist down, he was fully covered. Only two black goat legs with shinny black hooves stuck out below."It is most kind of you to encourage Bill. He's been driving poor Jeff nuts having him tasting different concoctions. " Nora watched me drink..."Aren't you drinking anything?" I asked my hostess. She looked slightly distressed at my question. "You said I could ask questions once we were back here." I reminded the doe."Ahh well yes, it just that watching one of us drink... We can't use a glass as you do.... It might be a bit, 'off putting', the first few times you see us drink." She looked at me hopeful that her answer was sufficient, and I wasn't going to ask her for a demonstration."Ok" I said, "We'll leave that for another time." I paused and looked at the bar, took another drink of the juice mixture and said. "Then tell me about Bill, all the Nubian goats I've ever seen had short hair coats, like your's. Why is Bill's so long?"Nora looked happy again, I had obviously asked a question she knew the answer to."Well the herd of Anglo-Nubians on the island wasn't quite as pure as everyone thought... We're not even sure the men on the island who bought them, were all that worried about the purity of the herd. But through DNA testing we've discovered there were a couple other breeds of goats along the way. Bill has a lot of Swedish Landrace in his family tree.""And how do you feel about that?""About Bill being a different breed?" She looked puzzled for a moment. Then she tapped herself on the side of her muzzle. "Oh.. Duh.. Yea I forgot humans have had... 'issues' lets say, with breeds, or race as you call it."I nodded, indicating that was exactly what I was asking."Well myself personally, I have no problem with Bill. In fact I have one of those other races in me... I'm part Kiko." She thought for a moment. "You know, I don't think anyone has really sat down and thought about it." She looked at me, as if asking, if she'd answered my question."Well someone has been thinking about it." I took a big draught on my juice, and held the glass up and pointed to it. "I've not see a goat as hairy as Bill in any of the photos from when the island was discovered. So somegoat, had to think about breed when they had him."The doe looked a bit surprised at herself for not noticing this on her own."You know, I've never thought of that before."I finished my juice and plunked the glass down. "Grist for a future conversation." I told my pretty companion. "And dang that was good juice." I smiled at the doe, and she seam to return the grin. I waved to Bill and the buck pranced over. "Yes sir?" He asked. "That was some tasty OJ... Light and sweet but not cloying so. Just right." "Thank you sir, I'm very glad you enjoyed it." *********************************************************************** The 'noon presentation' was just as boring as you'd expect. Oh the video was really well done. Told about the history and mystery of the island. The legal landmarks as the island's animals won legal rights in the human's world. And of the businesses they were becoming a part of. The acquiring the land and construction of the 'country club'. What activities were available here. Golf of course, couple different pools, tennis, billiard room, and what really caught my attention was what they called a 'Farm Encounter' area. Basically it was a barn with a large yard around it. And some 'normal' animals. Goats, sheep, pigs, horses, donkeys, cattle... All trained not to bite. Where you could 'discover' or 're-live' the Farm Life. The film then went inside to show the gyms, weight room, indoor pool, sauna, massage and locker room, various dinning rooms, bars, card rooms, the theater we were now seated in, smoking lounge, and rooms that members can spend the night in. And finally some 'behind the scenes' footage, the kitchens, state of the art heating and cooling plant, grounds keeper, and lastly a quick clip of the receiving area... Where I think I spotted Jeff on a forklift.After the presentation we were herded into a close by dinning room that had been set up as an all you can eat buffet. Surprisingly there was meat. Chicken and Fish... No mammalian meat. 'Well eating here is probably better for me.' I thought to myself. Say that drink of Bills was quite refreshing. I still feel.. energized. And hungry, this morning's coffee and bagels have run through. I filled my plate, something I rarely do, with an assortment of tasty looking veggies and a nice big piece of white fish. Nora followed suit with just the veggies and a large salad. Bill was circulating among the tables, looking quite regale even as he was taking drink orders. His impressive horns swung about as he chatted with the humans. "Mr. Simon... What can I get you to drink? Some more orange juice plus? I just loved the way his voice filled our little area of the room with rich resonance. "Yes please, I'd like that."Looking around the room I noted there were six couples with their escorts, all doe goats. And seven other singles, four women and three men. 'Ahh.. very wise of them, to make the ratio equal between men and women.' The singles all sat at their own table with their assigned host. One of the men had a sow as a hostess, another had a buck goat at his table. As for the women two had bucks and one had a boar. I wondered as to how the paring of host and guest was made? All seamed to be happily chatting with their escorts.Nora and I also chatted. I found out she was of the first generation to have been born off island. Her folks had left when they were still quite young and had ended up on a sort of a halfway farm until they got themselves going in the outside world. Her father has a construction company and her mom works for a state senator.'Sally' her name tag said, the sow from reception came slowly werrred by on her cart stopping at all the tables. She soon made it to our's and inquired if we needed anything and if I was having a nice time here. I told her that Nora was being a wonderful charming hostess and that the food was excellent. And that Bill made the best orange juice plus.I did ask about her heritage. "Ah.." She smiled at me. "Well all the pigs on the island were decedents of 24 gilts and 6 young boar Durocs. Our red colored skin is able to stand the sun better then say the Chester White. I watched her as she spoke. She held her floppy ears away from her head and out of her line of sight. Speaking of sight, her eyes weren't really tiny or squinty, just sort'a small but very alert. Being at 'eye level' with a pig was... different. All preconceived stereotypes flew out the window as you looked into what was clearly a very intelligent face. Again, no barnyard smell... I did notice a faint whiff of roses.********************************************************************** The slow procession of gulf carts wound it's way through the beautiful greens and fairways of the golf course. The larger ones for the couples lead the way while the two seater's were strung out behind. Apparently the uniform for the outside labor force, for both bucks and doe, were polo shirts and kilts. That were attached to the shirt, Nora informed me on the secret. On we hummed in our little carts taking in the landscaping and tennis courts. Last stop before heading back in for drinks was the 'Farm Encounter' area. Interestingly all the singles carts, except the one with the single woman with a doe goat for her hostess, all slowed to a stop. We all got out and slowly wondered through the gate into the yard area. The two pigs and their guests had been in special carts that allowed their 'cradle' units to drive into the back of 'em. So after a few minuets, we were all wondering among the 'normal' livestock. This must have been a heavily wooded area, and they had carefully removed trees to form an open grassy pasture in the form of a giant donut, with trees around the outside and a clump in the middle. Water troughs dotted the area as well as mineral feeders, benches and patio type chairs were also throughout the green landscape. The smooth path wondered through the trees. For some unknown reason, I reached down and took Nora's hand in mine. When I realized what I had done I quickly let go and apologized profusely. Nora only gave a short laugh, almost a bleat, and took my hand in her's and turned to lead me down the path. I looked around to see if anyone saw me, and was pleasantly surprised to see some of the other guests having some sort of physical contact with their escort. Then is struck me, 'We all look like we're on dates!' I thought to myself.We sat on a bench, in the shade of a giant old oak tree, next to each other and I told her about my childhood and how I had arranged for my 'class trips' to all be to farms and petting zoos. I was glad the invitation had called for 'casual' dress, the afternoon sun was warming things up. Looking through the underbrush I could just make out one the pig cradle thing.. abandoned.. I wonder if it was the boar or sow's? The sound of snapping twigs and crunching of leaves got louder as the herd of normal Nubian goats wondered closer to us. The flock of sheep marched around the grassy donut.. 'Grazers' And the goats like leafy things.. Browsers. Soon the herd was all around us, coming up and checking to see if we had anything to eat. They first went to Nora, and seamed confused at her sitting in a chair. Then over to me, human equals food.. but not this time, and soon the they moved off, except to one all white doe. She seamed to be very fond of my fingers scratching her around her ears. She had no horns, and I've read enough about goats to know why that was. But it appeared that painful process hadn't made her afraid of humans. The bright blue collar had 'Betty' carefully inked on it. "Well Betty, how do you like it around here. Her stub of a tail wagged at high speed. "She likes it here." Nora said. "You speak goat?" I asked.. only half in jest. "We're really good at reading body language... And I'd say she's saying that she likes you." Betty turned her body sideways to me so I could continue down her back and sides with my scratching. "I've always like goats", for some reason that just popped out. I looked up and Nora seamed to be watching me rather intently. Betty moved again and I look down to see I was now scratching the base of that frantically wagging stubby tail. She turned some more and I was looking at her pink under tail area...My mouth went dry, I started to sweat... And I popped one hell of a chubby. I had to shift around on the bench, hoping Nora hadn't seen my arousal. I stopped petting Betty lest my fingers betray my thoughts. "You think she's sexy?" Nora asked in a soft voice. "Yes" I croaked... and then realized what I just said. "I mean she's very pretty... A very nice goat." Nora leapt up and pulled me off the bench dragging me behind her as she headed farther down the trail. "There's something else I think you might like here." Betty follow along for some unknown reason, instead of returning to her herd mates.******************************************************************** It looked like a shed the staff would use to keep tools and such in. But the door opened to reveal a small apartment. A couple of chairs, tiny sink in the far corner, a little dresser, a rather large bed. No windows but large skylight lit the room very brightly. And there was a rather odd little raised platform to one side. Betty bounced into the room as soon as the door was open and Nora held the door for me, but instead of follow me in, she closed the door behind me and said through the door, "I'll be back in a couple of hours."Betty looked at me and gave a soft bleat. Then she turned and hopped up on the platform with her pink bits aimed right at me, tail wagging. 'You've got to be kidding!' I thought... My chubby had turned into a full blown erection throbbing painfully in my pants. 'How could they know?' my head spun slightly, 'How did they find out?' I had been ever so careful. Using an encrypted laptop that I could wipe with a push of a button. Proxy on top of Proxy servers, using Wi-Fi hot spots. Even the occasional open network. Every picture and movie of goat genitalia and goats mating were never on any machine that could be linked to me. I only downloaded a couple of movies of guys shagging goats. And I didn't keep them. I scrubbed the flash drive to cripto level and then tossed it away. So how did they know? Or are they just guessing? Even though there was some sort of cooling system in the cabin, I was sweating bullets. I looked around the little room, the dresser had it's top drawer opened slightly, I could see an assortment of lubes. There was no mistaking what they thought would take place in here.I had most of my clothes off before I realized what I was doing. I stopped and looked at Betty. Damn I had wanted this for so long... Hell with it, I got enough money socked away if I got found out and fired I could live very well for a very long time. The rest of my clothing landed on a chair along with the stuff taken off earlier. While not oversized diameter wise, I was a good eight inched. This fleshy pointer led the way over to where the white goat doe stood. I wanted this to last, I wanted to see, as well as feel. I knelt down and looked at the pink flesh. From the skin on the under side of her tail, the tightly puckered anus, and finally to the slightly puffy rosebud of her cunt lips. It look so small, but I knew from those films that she'd easily stretch. But to make sure I took my finger and rubbed it over the moist mound. Pressing it every so gently in, I was surprised when she push back onto my finger. 'Oh man she really wants this too.' I kept my finger in her long enough to discover that she a little spear of hard flesh at the bottom of her pussy. That my finger rubbing over it made her whole hind end twitch. I smiled, I knew something that most everyone else in the world had no idea, goats have a clit!I stood and stepped to the dresser, pulled the drawer open farther and selected a light lube. I didn't want anything too heavy to mask any of the feeling. I was soon slick enough that I felt I was in no danger of causing any harm to Betty. Stepping back to the animal I took a deep breath and leaned closer to her goat loins. Just as with my finger, as soon as I start to press my glans into her nether lips, she pushed back... I pushed in... Deeper I slid until I was fully hilted in the animal. 'Oh Damn' I groaned. I didn't know if I was going to cum or pass out right then and their. I managed to not do either... looking down, instead of seeing my penis I was looking at the back of a goat... Oh how I had imagined this sight! And now, there it was. I was balls deep in a female goat!Betty pranced a bit and her wagging tail across my belly broke the trance. I lightly placed my hands on her hips, just to keep everything aligned, and pulled back... then back in. I groaned again, only this time I didn't stop. One slow thrust follow another. Her hot goat flesh engulfed my penis time and time again. To read someplace; that goats have higher body temperatures then humans, that was one thing. But to experience it with your cock was something else!I was so very hard... She felt so very silky... I was soon stroking in and out of her faster and faster now. I heard her give the occasional soft bleat as I pounded her twat. I had no idea if she liked this or not.. there was nothing holder her... Well I was holder her, but not strongly enough to keep her from walking away if she wanted to. I felt the tingle begin to rise in my loins... I fuck the goat with short hard strokes... My breath came in ragged gasps... Now I gripped her firmly and pulled her back onto me as the first volley of thick white cum blasted through my cock and shot deeply into the animal. The second was as large, if not larger then the first wad... The third was the same... Forth... Fifth... Sixth... finally the Seventh ejaculation was less... Twelve times all together. "Fuck I've never cum so hard!" I said aloud. My grip loosened on Betty's hips, but the goat made no move away from me or my still dribbling cock.'DAMN!' I thought, as I pumped lung full's of air in. 'I just Fucked a Goat!' As if more proof was needed Betty took that exact moment to step foreword. A streamer of my cum stretched between my slowly wilting cock and her pink cunt, that still retained a slight 'O' shape to it. A wad of my cum could be seen oozing out. She turned around and started to lap at my glans... OH! Still way to sensitive for that! I knelt down and pulled her to me and gave her a hug. I rubbed my hands all over her sides as I buried my face in her neck fur. I struggled to stand... the bed was close by, I staggered to it and fell in. I rolled to the center of the big bed and lay spread eagle to vent as much heat out of my body as fast as I could. Betty hopped up and lay next to me. Oh man I felt so good... alive. And sleepy. *********************************************************************** I awoke with slow breathing in my ear and a warm weight on my shoulder. Betty had moved so she was now laying flat on her side with her back to me and her head on my shoulder... Asleep.That was so damn sexy, I was aroused almost instantly. I rolled on my side and started to rub the goat's side and belly. My erection dug into her back hair just above her ever wagging tail. The swishing long hairs danced across my scrotum.One of the films I had watched, the man had rolled the goat onto her back and fucked her in the missionary position. Just the thought of that made my erection throb. I carefully slide out from under her head, got up and reached over her and gathered up front legs in one hand and hind one's in the other, and slowly rolled her onto her back. She looked up at me and then laid her head back down. I resumed rubbing her belly and she seamed to relax even more. Her legs fold as if she was laying on her belly with her legs under her like I've seen countless goats do. Her udder was flat as were her teats. She wasn't producing any milk at this time in her life. My growing lust had enough 'sight-seeing'... I knee walked around to her rump... A little saliva and I was good to go... I sat on my heels so I would be low enough to line up with her twat. I scooted foreword... The tip of my cock slid back into her sloppy opening. Scooting some more... This wasn't going to work... I took her hind legs in my hands and push then so her rump would roll up slightly... That was better. A more of a, down into her... I watched my own cock slide into the goat's pussy. Lips that were still puffy and very wet from our first fuck, gobbled me up. 'Damn goat pussy is wonderful!' I told myself... Rocking back and forth, I stared at my dick, plunging into an animal's warm cunt. I leaned foreword more, rolling her hips more... Until I was over her, my belly was against her's, but not my weight... I was able to move my knees apart some, and that let me pick up the pace... But not too fast... No, this might be my very last time... I wanted it to last.My cock throbbed... As did the blood in my temples... Stroke... 'Oh damn she's soooo fucking hot!' Stroke... I can feel my semen from the first time swirling around my shaft. Stroke... She was soooo silky soft. Stroke... I lean my face down... I bury my face in her chest hair and inhale deeply. She smells of leaves and forest. Stroke... She lays still... Not one hint of her not wanting to do this. Stroke.. Faster now. My lust grows hotter. Stroke.. My cock pistoning in and out of her sloppy twat was making wet squishy sounds. Stroke.. Faster now. Stroke. Soon I was pounding myself into her, the strokes made her body compress into the mattress and then rebound back up so my next stroke was even deeper then before. Keeping my weight off her as much as I could, I slid my arms under her and hugged her to me. I was holding on... I was fucking her like some beast. No... I was fucking her like some horny human. And I was loving every second of it.All those fields full of goats I didn't stop for... All those penned up goats at fairs that I never fondled... All the farms I never found out where they were, so I wouldn't be tempted to go 'fence hopping'. All that repressed lust, was being poured into the white doe goat under me. I groaned... I moaned... And finally I was crying out as my orgasm fired through my body. Again I was sending impossibly huge loads of cum, blasting into Betty's pussy. I clung to her as my lust fired it's volleys of white, sticky semen into her depths. Again and again muscles bunched and my cum was pumped into the goat's cunt. Finally I was down to just weak dribbles of goo. I gasped for air as I released her from my hug. On my hands and knees over her. Then rising up sit on my heels once more. And again I was looking down, seeing my cock that was still balls deep in the doe... I half wished I had a camera.A sound at the door and Nora was back into the room. But this time she was without her white dress... or any clothes for that matter. Like some wood nymph, she fairly danced over to the bed. She bent down, her muzzle headed for my crotch. She inhales deeply and then softly lapped at the union of Capra and Human. She pushed me back slightly, tongue flitting, seaming everywhere at once, cleaning every inch of my cock as it slid from Betty's cunt. As soon I was out of her, Nora had me lay down on the bed again. She then rolled Betty back over onto her belly, then up and off the bed. Again like some strange dance, she shooed the natural goat out the door, and was quickly back to the bed. She bounced up onto it much like Betty had done but Nora was soon standing over me... She lowered herself... It became very clear what her intentions were, and my cock seamed to approve, because it became full hard. With one hand she guided my still wet penis into her moist cunt lips and with the other she place on my chest, as if to hold me in place... 'Right... Like I was going to leave'.Unlike a natural goat, Nora knew that if she exercised certain muscles, she'd make sex more enjoyable. And she let me know that she had been doing just that as her cunt fairly milked my cock shaft, once she had me fully hilted in her pussy. But like a natural goat, there was no, 'lets just sit here and enjoy the moment, she started bouncing up and down on my cock immediately. She had both hands on my chest to steadied herself as she lithely impaled her body on to my fleshy spear, time and again. It took me only a moment to pick up on her tempo and then added my own thrusts to our fucking. My hands rubbed the outsides of her strongly muscled hunches, I could feel the power as they propelled her body's sexual motions. Suddenly Nora slammed herself down on to me, her muzzle lifted, and a soft goaty bleat came from deep inside her. I was treated to another demonstration of well trained cunt muscles, as her body seamed to just quiver for a few moments... And then it was back to her manic fucking. Again I picked up on her frantic tempo and joined in... Even though I had already had two wildly massive orgasms, I could feel the third start to build... She felt a lot like Betty.. same heat.. same silky goat flesh that engulfed my cock with each stroke... I felt my breathing become more ragged as my lust once again filled my loins with it's fire... Just as I was about to reach my own peak, Nora again slammed down on me and started her cock squeezing... I erupted like a volcano in her, my hot white lava spewed up into her goat cunt... Blast after blast issued forth, coating her insides with sticky, gooey, semen.My orgasmic fog lasted longer this time.. but when I could finally put two thoughts together, I opened my eyes and looked up at the modified goat. "What did you give me?" My voice was barely above a whisper. "I like it." I added, "But this can't only be repressed goat lust." Nora gave my cock a few more squeezes before answering. I could only groan.She admitted I had been given some 'leftover' island tech. I nodded and said, "Man you could make a mint on that stuff." But the goat only shook her head, "If we wanted to get rid of mankind, but we don't." I looked confused at her statement. Back around 1950 scientists started to do experiments on the brain. Finding out what part of the brain controlled what. Speech, motor skills, hearing, touch, and vision parts of the brain were discovered. They even found the 'Pleasure' center and by stimulating it with a small electrical charge, they could make, in the case of the research, a monkey feel sexual pleasure. They wired up a monkey that knew to get food it just needed to press a lever, gave it a second lever that caused the sexual stimulation. The monkey starved to death because it wouldn't stop pressing the sex lever. "You think that would happen to humans?" I asked. "We know it would." the goat shifted slightly on my cock, making a new shiver of lust run through me. "It's what happened to the men on the island." Those strange videos of gaunt faces, they were dyeing, they knew it, but couldn't, or wouldn't, stop. "The animals couldn't stop them?" I wondered aloud. "Would you be able to tell God to stop?... To the first generation these men were gods, they created them. How do you tell your god he's doing wrong?" Her voice was soft and low as she spoke, you could still hear a certain reverence for the men that created her race. Then her voice changed a bit. "Then it was discovered what we were truly meant to become... Sex slaves..." Nora squeezed my cock as if to add emphasis to what she was saying. "They found out that testosterone wasn't the only thing that made buck goat hyper-sexual. There were other factors they isolated, and this gene that produced it was switched on in the females, to make us as horny as the males. It worked, I can't get through a day with out some sort of sexual stimulation." Nora started to bounce up and down on me... I was still rock hard, only now I knew why. "We were to be the perfect sex partner, always wanting sex... And there's no way to change it. It's in our very DNA." Again I watched as she worked to get off on my cock... After her orgasm, she looked at me. "Don't feel bad. It's not your doing... And besides this is the only thing I've known. This is 'normal' for me... Like those rare people that are born with out any sense of smell. They really have no way of knowing what they are missing. And really don't care.""What about me?" I asked softly, a little fearful of the answer... Was this going to be the new 'norm' for me? "The effects will wear off in a few more hours." Nora informed me. "And why was this invented?" She smiled at me. "Well it seams a couple of the scientists wanted to improve on themselves. They took that same knowledge, added in a few things that will make all the secondary sexual glans in your body kick into overdrive... All your fluids were greatly increased in volume. As is your libido... You are a human version of a buck goat." I lay there taking it all in. I really wasn't angry, I sort of liked what they did... They fulfilled my wildest fantasies... What's to hate about that?*********************************************************************** Nora got off three more times to my one. We both climbed out of bed on rather shaky legs. The doe goat led me over to the small sink. She washed my cock and balls. Also the where my cum had run down my legs... But only after she had thoroughly licked me with her soft tongue... I was hard again. "You're no help." I quipped. I had just managed to get my penis to 'half staff'. "Maybe I should wait for you up at the club house." She smiled and gave a little curtsy as if she was leaving royalty. "I'll be along in a few." I told her as she opened the door. But there was a white blur as Betty was once again in the room, standing on the platform looking at my naked body. She gave a very demanding bleat and turned around. Nora and I looked at each other and broke out laughing. "It seams..." she said between giggles, "You have more that is required of you." "Yea.." I nodded in agreement. "I'll be a bit longer I guess." ************************************************************************ So ends chapter One of The Goat Farm.
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    If you are under age or are offended by humans and animals doing it. Go Away! Copyright 2016 Art by: JambalayathePit Asterion "HELLO.... Aster.... You awake"? Hercules, son of Zeus, stomped down a stone lined hallway. The large jug of wine he carried sloshed and gurgled as the massive human gave out another shout. "Aster.. ASS.. you here"? "You keep shouting, all of Crete is going to know you're down here". The deep voice seemed to rumble out from the room Hercules was just about to step into. "I thought you wanted to keep you visits here hush-hush". The owner of the voice had just swung his hoofs and massive scrotum off the bed, located in an alcove to the main room. Rocking a huge bull head, first to one side and then the other, making loud bone popping sounds. Twin thick inwardly curved light gray horns ended in sharp points just above the sight line of dark bovine eyes. Giving one the impression that Asterion had you 'in his sights'. "Well from the storied being told about you, I figured cries and screams were normal coming from this place". "Like I'm to believe all the stories about you? What was that one.... Oh yes, you brought down a temple, with just your bare hands". Hercules plunked the jug down on the stout wooden table so he would be free to use his hands to add to the telling of the story. "Hey, it's not my fault that they didn't keep their temple in good repair. I just happened to notice that the one column's base had crumbled to the point that the top of it wasn't even touching the roof. And that the big ol' rope they had tied around it was just the right place so I could start rocking it back and forth. I gave it one last big pull and it fell into the other one I was tied to. Snapped that one right in two. I was able to get out of the ropes just as the whole roof started to cave in." The demigod finished his story by plopping down in sturdy chair at the table. "So you going to get out some mugs for this excellent wine? I'm dying of thirst here". The bull's nose could tell that 'Herc' had already been sampling this, "excellent wine". His cloven hoofs quietly thumped on the thin layer of dirt he kept over the hard stone floor of his room. A beam of sunlight streamed in and momentarily made the white hair of his seven foot tall body flash brightly, as he recovered two large clay tankards. "How come all the stories I hear about you, say that you have a black hide"? "I guess it makes me sound more evil or something. When you think about it, it makes no sense. Dad was a pure white bull, and mom was a light skinned woman". There was a break in the conversation as the wine 'glugged' into the drinking vessels. The human drained his in one continuous motion. Then refilled his tankard and sat back with a loud belch. The bull-man took his time with the grape beverage. "So why were you tied to those columns in the first place"? "Some royal ass-hole claimed I got his daughter pregnant... As usual". "You did not, I gather". The massive human was on his third glass of wine, or was it his thirtieth? and was feeling uninhibited. He was naked from the waist up, and a simple loincloth below, as was the normal dress of the local men. He stood and starting to explain as he took this cloth off.... "Hera was pissed at Zeus for siring yet another bastard child with a mortal woman. When I was still an infant, she came to visit my mother and me. She knew dear ol' dad would be watching to make sure she didn't try to harm me outright. She didn't, but she had a sly plan. Zeus figured just being his son was enough for me to be some kind of great man. But Hera leaned over me and said I should have the strength of ten men.... But what didn't become obvious until years later when I became a man, that she had caused something else to be many times bigger...." Once completely naked Hercules turned and faced his bovine friend. Asterion's bovine face was still able to convey surprise. "Wow", was all he said as he looked at his friend's penis. On a normal sized man, it would have almost looked like a third leg, but hanging between the twin muscular tree trunks Herc had for legs, it just look.... massive. "Why didn't you just show 'em that you couldn't have been the one to have breed some princess". The son of Zeus didn't bother to put his loincloth back on, he just sat back down and took another large gulp from his tankard. "I get enough grief from just having this body", the demigod pointed to his huge biceps. "I don't need to be looked on as being even more freakish because I'm hung like a horse". "I bet you are popular with the centaurs mares". "Are you kidding? That's all I need is to have that bunch of crazy centaur stallions thinking I'm after their females.... No thanks, I'll take my chances on finding a human that's big enough to take me". "And have you"? Asked Asterion. "Sort of... You know that woman that rides around on a zebra"? "Yes... Red... something... What do you mean by, sort of"? "She's got a tail, like a horse, she keeps it trimmed so it doesn't show below her skirt. And she can take the tip". "Well that better then nothing. Are you seeing her"? "I did for a while. Used to go see her every Friday, help her around her place and spend the night". "Used to go"? The human shuffled his sandals about as he looked down at them. "One day I had to leave for a couple of weeks, so I went by her place to tell her that I was going to be gone.... I was just coming to her place and I heard her moaning.... I came around the bend and sure enough, there she was, leaning over a stack of firewood, a stack I had cut and ricked up for her...." Herc looked up at the bull. "She was getting hammered by that zebra stud of hers." The human looked back down and said in a low voice. "I thought we had meant something to each other." Hercules took another swig. "He hauls her around wherever she wants to go, so I guess he's entitled to some pussy". "You don't sound very convinced". Asterion gave a loud snort and shook his massive head. The man shrugged... "I'm just not as lucky as you, with a harem of females waiting to get fucked whenever the mood strikes". "Well, sometimes they are not in the mood, and keep their tails clamped down tight". The Minotaur stood and refilled his drink for the second time and filled Herc's for the fifth. Before sitting back down, he pointed to white form, lying and chewing her cud on a bed of straw, in the far corner of his great room. "And sometimes they come looking for me". Hercules look at where the bull-man pointed. "I thought I could smell a cow. I just figured you had been outside doing your bull thing". "Thank you for not mentioning the stench". Herc and gone back to contemplating his navel. His head suddenly snapped up. "What? No... That's not what I meant... Shit I'm sorry, my mouth sometimes says things the wrong way". The man truly looked contrite. "I actually like the smell, reminds me of the farm I grew up on". "You never talk about your childhood, or your mother. She must be very beautiful to catch Zeus' eye". "Yes, she is". The demigod sat up in his seat. "When you are Hercules you have lots of enemies, I don't want to cause trouble for mom or my half-brother, Iphicles. So I don't talk about 'em much". The massive human leaned back in his chair. "My dad... What a large pain in the ass... You know he shacked up with mom while her real husband was off fighting in some war. He took his form so she thought she was banging her husband but it was really Zeus.... I guess when you are a god, you can do what ever you want. Well at least he wasn't in the form of a duck, or something like that". "Tell me about it... My dad is a real animal". Hercules looked over at the white Minotaur, and saw the bovine equivalent of a grin. "Well at least both of our mothers are human, that were fucked over by a god". "Well...." Asterion look away from Herc's face. "Mine is immortal... She wouldn't have survived dad fucking her, if she wasn't". "Say isn't your step-dad, Minos, also a bastard child of Zeus"? "Yea... Getting fucked by white bulls is quite the family tradition... First Zeus shags grandma Europa as a white bull and she has a son Minos, and then Poseidon gets pissed off at king Minos and makes, his queen Pasiphaë, my mother, fall in love with a white bull, he had given to Minos in the first place... That you ended up capturing because he was out terrorizing the country side". "Who is alive and well in Marathon". "Yes, thank you for that". "No wonder Hera stays mad at dad all the time... Of course being his sister probably doesn't help much". The Minotaur poured more wine for them. Pointing to his chest, "Well this white bull is only fucking cows". Sitting down, he and Herc raised their mugs. "To the gods", the white bull solemnly intoned, "And their weird fetishes". Hercules added. Both drank and banged their mugs down. "Only cows? What about all those virgins that parade through here every nine years"? "Huh? Oh yea those girls. Well most are too excited to find out that I'm not going to eat them... I mean who makes that shit up? But to be honest there's been a couple that wanted bragging rights I guess, loosing their virginity to The Minotaur.... And they were given a 'Bull Ride'". Hercules' eyebrow nearly shot off his forehead. "And how does that work? I mean I'm guessing you are as long as your father...." Asterion sat up a little straighter in his chair and pointed to the tuft of hair that sat low on the great bull's belly that hid the opening to his sheath. The rounded end of his pink tapered dick appeared and slowly grew to several inches. "Over the years I've gotten pretty good at controlling this thing". Another few inches slid out, it's diameter also was increasing. "I just have the girl stand over me as I sit and..." More of the red rod slowly pushed up. Since the bull's sheath was attached to his belly, it advanced upward, roughly parallel to his massive chest. It stopped with slightly more then a foot of bovine dick exposed. Hercules could easily imagine the tapered shaft between the legs of a young woman. "That's amazing... I just figured it was like an arrow shot from a bow". The bull-man leaned his head back slightly just as another foot and a half of cock suddenly shot out. "Like that"? The demigod looked even more amazed. Not just at the length, but the at the base of the bovine phallus was as thick as a man's arm. "No wonder the cows come looking for you". The human tilted his head to one side, as if trying to figure something out... "It folds up", as if to illustrate the shaft lost some of it's spear like rigidity, and started to curve to one side. "I, like my fellow bovine, have special muscles and a space just behind my scrotum that it can fold into". The shaft wilted more and was seemingly sucked back into the sheath. "After a few decades, I've gotten really good at controlling it". "Now I'm truly am envious of you... A massive dick and willing females to use it on". The cow must have sensed she had been talked about, for she arose and quietly plodded over to the two seated males. "Oh I am soooo lucky to be forced to live in an under ground maze with no company other then dumb beasts". "I come to visit". "You're making my point". "Hey"! The human laughed, "Not you too... I'm more then just a pretty face". The man flexed one of his arms. "And budging muscles". Herc leaned over and gave said biceps a loud kiss. The bull man rolled his eyes and grinned broadly at his friend. Whatever Asterion was about to say was cut off by a nearly identical pinkish peach colored, broad, wet nose and white muzzle sliding over his shoulder. A surprised, "O", quickly turned into a soft "mmmmmmm" as the two bovine shared a lowing "moo" together. His hand was quickly stroking the side of the long cow face. He pressed his own wet nose to the soft flesh just behind the cow's nose. Taking a deep breath, inhaling her scent, the bull suddenly remembered his friend. "Yea... Maybe I am a little lucky". "And a little horny". The Minotaur looked down, and sure enough, the bull cock he had just reeled in, was making a reappearance. The cow stepped foreword so she could slide more of her neck over the bull-man's shoulder. One could clearly hear the female inhale the musky scent of the bull. She sashayed past Aster and stopped in front him, with her tail held to one side, in a clear invitation. Asterion always enjoyed the view. Twin folds of thick flesh, glisten with bovine heat. Their size indicated that she had provided several calves in her lifetime. Some may like the tightness of youth, the Minotaur thought the puffiness of a mature cow's large cunt was a joy to behold. Coming up out of his chair, closer to the offered rump, head held low so he too could drink in the heady aroma of the opposite sex. From his seat position, Hercules saw his friend disappear behind the cow, then suddenly his head came up, upper lip curled in the universal fashion of hoofed males. He had talked to the bull-man enough to know that action really charges the breeding lust. Concentrating the cow's 'in heat musk', making it hammer the mating drive. The cow, that was now much closer to him then when she first slid her head over Asterion's shoulder.... He could swear she had a smile that surly came from Aphrodite herself. Herc figured since the Minotaur walked around with just his white fur on, massive scrotum swinging between his legs, that he did not need to avert his eyes from the sex scene about to play out before him. Not that he could see all that much. They were at an angle that precluded him seeing the actual penetration of bull into cow. Though it was easy enough to figure out what it would look like, after all he had just seen the full length and girth of his friends phallus. So when the bull rested his chin on the cow's tail, and the cow seamed to shift her front hooves, as if to brace herself. Actually Asterion couldn't see the scene either. The way his penis slid out of his sheath, the Minotaur had to put his chest against head of the cow's tail, there wasn't any way to see her twat. He just knew from experience to align himself with the back bone of the cow. That way he would only have to make small adjustments for the tip of his cock to find her moist slit. But unlike his feral brethren, Asterion did not slam himself, full length, into the cow's cunt. He took his time and slowly drove his cock home. In the gap between sheath and twat, one could see the bovine penis sliding past. Thicker and thicker it became as is finally reach it's 'arm size' diameter. His head on the cow's back. Chin, jowls, and neck all laid flat along her spine. He relished the silken feel of her wet cow cunt against his long cock. He slowly closed his eyes as he began his hip thrusts. It didn't take long before his animal lust fired and he sent a milky splash of his cum into the cow's cervix. But that wasn't the end. The bull had lots more semen, and started thrusting again... Harder... And again he shot a load of bull cum into the willing beast. By the forth time, the animal breeding lust slipped from his mind and now it was Asterion's turn at fucking this cow. This time when he started his slow hip thrusts, he wasn't lost in a fog of bull-fuck-lust, he was able to enjoy the sight, of the white neck and head that was before him. The fragrance of her need, and the feel of her under him. He was even aware of his massive ball sac swinging between his legs, as he fucked his long, slick, red, bovine cock deep into her cunt. His breathing slowed as he savored the sensation of her warmth wrapped around his cock. His strokes became longer and harder as lust again filled his mind. Only this time it wasn't the blind animal need to cum, but his human side reveled in soul shaking sex. Whatever strange magic that allowed his father and mother to be able to create him. Also created the ability to enjoy sex on a whole different level. Now the Minotaur's breathing became more labored... His shoulders were past her protuberant hip bones, and his massive arms hooked in front of them, levering his chest farther up onto the cow's back and drove his dick deeper into her cunt. Hercules could see his friend's large bovine head repeatedly lurch over the cow's back. He was sure he could see steam snorting from his nostrils and he could also see the full power of the Minotaur as the beast fucked the willing bovine. What neither bull nor Demi-god could see, was the javelin like bull cock being speared into the white cow's cunt. Strong hips drove his ridged penis repeatedly through the slobbering lips of her vaginal opening. The blunt, tapered bull phallus, plunged deep. The slightly curved tip entered the wrinkled folds of her cervix, again and again. That extra bit of sensation drove the Minotaur over the edge and the beast drove himself in one last, "do his feral brother proud", slam into the cow's sex. Both bull and cow gave a "oooofmoo" as several jets of thick whitish cum, blasted directly into her uterus. Then... Everything was still, save for the heavy breathing of the Minotaur. Again Hercules was treat to a smile from the cow. Then he noted where the cow was looking.... Glancing down he saw his own cock, massively erect.... And throbbing. The demigod had felt himself becoming aroused, but wasn't quite prepared to see just how much the animal sex had effected him. Hercules was suddenly brought back to the lair of the Minotaur, his mind having wondered... Thoughts and imaginings were swept away at the sound of hooves. Asterion had disengaged from the cow's sex and staggered back to plop heavily back down in the chair. Looking at the animal he had just pulled his cock out of, he watched the river of creamy fluids flow from her, 'by the gods, she's got one sexy pussy'. He looked down and watched as his red cock was pulled back inside it's sheath. He noted too, that his belly and balls were also coated in the same goo that oozed from his lover. Hearing the soft hoof falls as the cow took a few steps foreword. Then the sound of her sniffing something, the bull-man looked up in time to see the cow getting a good sniff of Hercules' purple glans bobbing in the warm air of his chamber. The Minotaur was amazed again, this time, at the full size of his friend's penis. "Hera really did a number on him" Asterion muttered to himself. "He'll give a draft stallion a run". Again he heard the hoof falls as the cow sashayed a bit farther until her rump was even with the human. Holding her tail to one side, as she had done for the bull, in a clear invite to the Demigod. "Apparently she's still in the mood for some stiff dick". The Minotaur's voice, still a bit out of breath. Hercules turned his head and looked at his friend, then down at his throbbing erection, up to the animal's leaking twat, and finally back to his friend. He looked like he was about to say something, but ended up just looking perplexed. "Go on". the bull urged. "Look how many times your dad turned into an animal to fuck a human... How is this different"? "Must be the wine". Hercules told himself. The human then stood and grabbing the mid point of his swaying cock, he advanced to the cow. At the time of his birth, it was common for males to be circumcised. So it was a naked glans, it's pinkish purple colour, seemingly on the brink of glowing, that led the way to the wet swollen slit that the cow was offering to him. "You are not going to fuck that filthy beast" Hercules halted. He almost asked Asterion if he had heard that voice. But it was an inner voice he had heard before. But never quite so forceful.... Then suddenly he understood. Like most boys growing up on a farm, he had been around lots of animals. He'd herded them from one field to the next. Help milk. And watched as the needed calf, foal, lamb, or kid was put in the mother's womb. As he got older, and he could see that his own penis was starting to resemble one of their's... That's when that voice started. "Dirty beast, Mating in the mud, Animal lust, Filthy..." It wasn't the normal voice of his conscious. The one that told him to not shoot birds with a slingshot, or to help old folks and the infirm. That was a nudge to do the right thing.... This was.... This was... HERA! The Demigod rocked back and forth as he stood just behind the waiting cow. "Are you ok"? The bull-man asked as he watched the sudden turmoil on his friend's face. A hand came up as if to ask, 'give me a moment'. "I'm... I'm much better now".... What started as a squeak, ended strong. "And I'm about to get even better". Hercules smiled at his friend and pointed to the cow's twat. It seamed that once Hercules had figured out it was Hera that had put some kind of mental block in his mind, to prevent him from even considering having an animal as a partner, to be able to use the freakishly huge cock she had given him... Acceptance of that idea came flooding into Herc's mind. Hercules felt his dick get even harder, swell even thicker, as he once again turned to approach the willing cow. Her soft looking pussy lips, coated with slick jizz, was just that... As he plunged the first few inches into her, those lips parted with silken ease. The slimy outflow greased the way. But what he wasn't expecting was the warmth... "Oh fuck"! Unlike Asterion, Hercules was able to look down to watch, and feel, as his not so freakishly large dick, slid slowly into the animal's cunt. "Just the right size", he thought to himself. Apparently so did the cow, for she was pushing her warm pussy back, onto the advancing human cock. The domed end of that purple glans, plowed through the animal's silken flesh of her vaginal tunnel.... Deeper and deeper he sank into her sex. Herc's mind was awash in emotion and lust... He watched as his cock.... A cock that, up until this very moment, hadn't had anything wrapped around it, other then a hand... Was now seeming being gobbled up by a cow's cunt. He had been a lad on a farm, a traveler sleeping in many a barn, camped in the woods.... He had seen bulls, stallions, rams, and bucks of all kinds.... Fucking. Watched penis of all shapes, colors, and sizes, being stuffed into waiting holes. And now he knew why he never thought that one of those holes might have been waiting for him. "She's so warm and soft". Asterion wasn't sure if Herc was talking to the bull or to himself. Either way the Minotaur smiled. Because if what the Son of Zeus had told him was the truth, then he was seeing his friend's first real fuck. Hercules stopped... Before he shoved in the last five or six inches he wanted to feel... His hands went foreword and using the backs of his fingers, he rubbed then through the soft hairs on either side of the white cow's cunt. Both thumbs massaged the thick bovine sex juice over the surface of those puffy lips. Then he carefully pulled them away from his shaft.... He could see how her slit was just a funnel to direct incoming dicks to the vaginal tunnel in the upper part of her vulva. The cow must have figured the sight seeing was over, for she pushed back, her cunt swallowing the final few inches making the thick bush of curly black pubic hair mash against the jizz covered cow cunt. Herc's large scrotum nuzzled tightly against the lower portion of her labial lips. The Demigod tried to make this last... He placed his hands on those prominent hips. Started out very slow, but was soon stroking his cock in and out of the animal's pussy, hard and fast. "Oh fuck"! Large bovine ears flicked as they picked up the whispered expletive. Not even the great Hercules could stop the rampaging orgasm that blasted through the virgin's body. Sure he had felt the joy of release he experienced with his hand, but that was nothing compared to the elation he felt at his first orgasm inside a pussy.... The first blast of human cum, rocketed down the length of rock hard cock and splashed against her cervix. Then another... The pressure of the ejaculate was almost painful, as another wad of whitish human cum was shot into the animal's greedy cunt. After the fifth explosion from his piss slit, he was starting to dwindle down, but the cow had other plans and gripped his still spurting cock and gave it a squeeze with her cunt muscles, milking another blast of Herculean seed. "Holly Fuck"! This time there was no straining to hear. The shout rang off the walls of the maze. The cow gave another milking squeeze. "She trying to pull my dick off". Asterion smiled, knowing all too well the feeling of a talented cow's cunt. Like the bull before him, Hercules lay sprawled over the cow's back. Breathing hard. His slowly softening dick was still deep within the animal's sex, leaking the remnants of his breeding fluids. Pushing his body to upright again. The Son of Zeus.... Make that 'Cow Fucker, Son of Zeus'... staggered back, pulling his flaccid cock from the animal. Once free of the sticky warm confines, it seemed to flop from one leg to the other as Hercules plopped down in his chair, his dick laid across his left thigh, it's 'one eye' staring at the floor. "Zeus must have snuck some horse bits in there". The sound of his bovine friends voice made Herc bring his head up. Seeing the river of human cum flooding out of the cow's cunt, he wondered if Aster was correct. "I think you were a little pent up, from the looks of it". The Demigod's mind was trying to 'reset'. As the fog of sex lifted, thoughts began to flood back in. The breaking of Hera's mind block, followed by a fantastic session of bestiality, had left Hercules a bit fried. He wondered if it all really happened... But his sticky dick and the desire to do it again, cleared up any doubt. "She had done something to my mind".... Asterion figured it had something to do with those few moments that his friend looked... lost. "I've seen enough animals fucking that you would think that the thought of maybe trying it myself would have crossed my mind at some point". Hercules tilted his head up, as if staring at the ceiling through his closed eyes. "Hera.... She put some kind of mental block in my brain.... She didn't want me to ever find sexual joy... I guess the wine broke down some of it, but when I was just about to do it... The spell over did it. It practically scream at me. I almost asked you if you had heard it... That was it's mistake, I suddenly recognized Hera's voice... She had been the one that discouraged even the mere thought of shagging an animal.... All those years.... I could have....". Just then the cow gave a soft moo, and sashayed her magical rump through a short tunnel and out an entrance only Asterion and the cows could see. The streamers of jizz criss-crossed the floor, glistened in the late afternoon sunlight. "Why do I have this sudden urge to give an offering to one of Aphrodite's temples". Asterion looked surprised. "You think she's behind this"? "Before coming here, I did a favor for one of her priestess, and she gave me that jug of strong wine.... That I got drunk on.... and now I'm completely sober.... Also I could swear that your cow had a twinkle in her eye and a smile on her face that look like the goddess". Asterion stated to say something but stopped himself... And then he said, mostly to himself.. "You know, I really can't say I have ever even see that cow before.... She came in like she owned the place, knew where everything was, and laid on that straw, just a short while before you got here". Both males looked at the tunnel the cow had disappeared down. "You really think she was a goddess"? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hercules got up and gave a joint popping stretch. Asterion had at first objected that his friend should sleep on the same hay pile that the cow had lain. But after the Demigod reminded him that he really was a farm lad and that sleeping on hay would be just what he needed. So after washing the slime off his body Herc had gone quickly to sleep. "So what's your plan"? Hercules was trying to get his loin cloth and body parts, tucked into place. "Well last night I had a dream about those mares I tamed". "You mean Mares of Diomedes? The four mares that ate humans and you 'tamed' by feeding them their old master Diomedes... Those mares"? "Wow, how did you know all of that"? "I told you, it gets a bit lonely down here, so I collect stories about you. Why were you dreaming about...... OH yea!... silly me". Herc grinned broadly as his friend. "There was one called Lampon. Quite a pretty mare... And she kept doing funny things with her tail when I was around her". Aster raised an eyebrow, "You mean like..." The big bovine head inclined towards the tunnel the cow had left through the day before. "And you figure you should go and make sure they haven't gone back to their old carnivore ways"? "Something like that". "I think I've created a monster". This time it was Herc's turn to look surprised. "What? No!... Look, Hera's voice might be gone, but I still have that voice that helps me do the right thing... And raping farm animals is not the right thing to do". Hercules finished wrapping the leather straps around his legs that held his sandals on. "I'm just going to go say hello to the mares and see what happens". "Well make sure you come back and give me all the sloppy details". Both males clasped that awkward forearm hand shake that hero's do. And Hercules, Son of Zeus, strolled out the exit tunnel. Asterion noted that there was much more spring in the Demigod's step then the day before. The Minotaur squared his shoulders and look about. "Hmmm... I better get this place cleaned up before another goddess shows up.