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Dogs truly are man's best friend
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Dogs are truly man's best friend
Another real life story of zoophilia from
ShadowWalker Delaforge
Winter can be a nice quiet time, relaxing by the fire, watching the
newest Star Trek: The Next Generation episode. Or it can be a living hell, of
bordem, and possible danger.
This winter, the winter of 93/94 was just the latter, Hell. With a meter
of snow on the ground, roads impassable, and not enough food, it was bad,
getting worse. Here I was, stuck in the house, my mother in another part of
the state, and I with only my dog, Dot.
Now don't get me wrong. She is a beautiful Dalmatian bitch, so sweet, so
kind. Black spots all over her creamy white coat, a black mask, and a
personality that would melt your heart. She was my bitch, and she was a great
comfort.
I was caught in the house for 10 days straight, from 18 Feb 1994 to 28
Feb. 1994. I found out later, after the March super snow of 93 that a lot of
human children was conceived in that month. Ironicly, I too had a birth of
sort. In this month, I made the transistion from zoo uncomfortable, to being
proudly, a zoo, as I finally shattered all doubts and fears I had in my mind
about zoophilia. How did this wonderful transistion happen? Not without
paying a price. A HELL of a price.
A few days before it hit, I had the foresight to stock up on groceries.
Then it hit, I watched all 8 tapes of my three stooges, as the dammed cable
blinked on and off. I spent most of the time in meditation, playing with Dot
and being on Furrymuck with my Lovemate.
Then the inevitable happens, the phone lines go out. The radio says that
the roads are still impassable and it's unknown how long phone services will
be out. I groan loudly, as I suspected it will be days..weeks even!
I fed Dot early, the same old thing Beef stew. She looked at it, and
then to me. Like she was saying "not again!" I was sorry, but it's either
that or nothing I told her. She seemed to understand cause she ate it, but I
could tell she didn't particularly care for it. However a quick lick on my
cheek told me that I shouldn't worry about it. I went to bed early, after
watching the cable get steadily worse. The local news told me of a impending
ice storm, and I just knew that was going to make the situation worse.
I awoke the next morning, Dot curled up beside me in the bed. I didn't
want to get up. I laid there, thinking.."what day is it?" Looking at my clock
it was 9:32am. "SHIT!" I cried out. I was late for work! I struggle out,
patting Dot on the belly and hobble to the bathroom after stubbing my toe on
the door frame. I look out...and then remembered. The office will be closed
until the roads clear. I was relieved, but a quick check of the phones showed
them to still be dead. "What could be worse?" I was just about to find out. I
turn on the TV and instead of the pretty face of the local news woman, I'm
greeted with static.
What I said next could not be printed on paper, les I be sued for
offending Charles Mason. I was pissed! No cable, no way to be with my
Lovemate, no way I could get into town. I was stuck!
Well the day litterly crawled by. I spent the time in meditation,
working on the computer, playing with Dot. A few times I got a little excited
and my pants bulged. I had to stop thinking of Dot like that. "I must be
sick" I thought. But it was no use. I was a zoo but I didn't want to admit
it.
The second day, I was going fucking crazy! I was fighting my feelings
for Dot, my own depression, and loneliness, and I was loosing it quickly.
Finally at 10pm I finally gave in to my feelings for Dot and wondered if I
could make love to her.
I had fingered her vagina before, and knew that she was too small to
take me that way. But I wondered. How about in the ass? I knew that she's
shit piles bigger and thicker than my cock before, so she shouldn't have much
trouble taking me. I'm no John Holmes, but then I'm no pencil cock either. I
could hurt her. I had read reports before about Vaseline being dangerous. I
never want to hurt Dot, cause I really love her. So, a quick dash to the
kitchen brings out a bit of crisco. "The trick" I though "was to take it
slow and easy with her"
After a good smearing of crisco on her anus, I gently slipped my finger
into her. She grunted a bit and backed up. I stroked her back and forth a
bit, and she seemed to enjoy it. I managed to get a second one in her and did
the same for a few minutes.
Finally I get a third one in and begin to gently pump it in and out. She
lifted her tail more and wagged it. I though she really was enjoying it.
I pulled my fingers out, and got behind her. I smeared a bit more crisco
on her, and begin to stroke her sides, and belly as I very gently begin to
push forward.
She was tight, and I gasped! as the head of my cock slipped past her
hole. She grrrred very softly and gently wagged her tail. I leaned down and
licked her muzzle and she in turn licked my cheek warmly. I whispered to her
"ooh, your good Dot..good girl" That got more and faster wags from her.
I decided to press on. So I gently begin to push forward. I noticed a
bit of resistance, but though nothing of it. I started to pump her very
gently in and out a bit, enjoying the feeling.
Then she jumped, and YELPS! in pain. I must have pushed a bit too hard.
My erection immediately deflates and I try to comfort her. "I'm sorry
Dot..I'm sorry...." She wants no comfort..she jumps out of my arms, and takes
off.
Tears run down my face and I curse myself for being so dammed horny that
I would hurt her. I swear it hurt me more than it hurt her. Here was a living
being that loved so much, and I hurt her cause of my horny feelings. I just
sat on the bed and cried.
A bit later I walk to the room where she is and try to go to her.
"GRRRR!" is all I get from her. I turn sadly and leave. At dinner time, it
was a lonely dinner. She didn't come out and sit beside me. I threw half my
dinner in the trash, leave her dinner and go to bed . . . alone.
I didn't sleep well that night. Her yelps of pain going through my head,
and in my dreams. I awaken at 4:30am, take one look out the windows, bitch
again, and then go into the kitchen. Her food is gone. I look into the room
where she is. She was curled up into a ball snoring softly. I take a nital
and go back to bed.
The nital worked, as it suppressed my REM sleep and I didn't have the
nightmares then. But there is a tradeoff. I was groggy all day that day. That
helped in some ways. The day flew by, and I almost forgot to feed Dot. By
this day, she was allowing me to approach her, but still would not let me
touch her.
I fell asleep at 9:30pm that night and slept thought the morning. I was
awake by paws at the bed. Dot had to go potty. I get up and say "Hello Dot"
she didn't respond. She simply went to the door and looked at me. I take her
to the door, and let her out. She bolts out, and plays in the meter tall
snow. I smile a bit. The sun was shining and it was pretty. I decided to go
out and soak up a bit of sun myself. I was getting pale.
Well, I had dug out a set of paths. One went under the roof of our
outbuilding. Dot was in the far back, playing, jumping though the deep snow,
finally squatting down and peeing for what seemed like hours. Then I
remembered I forgot to let her out yesterday! Still she didn't go to the
door, but then I knew she must have been miserable. I was so engrossed with
being outside, in the sun after 4 days, that I didn't notice how low that
outbuilding's overhang was until I ran my head right into it.
"AAAAAAGGG!" I screamed in pain as the metal ripped a huge chunk of skin
off my scalp! Dot's ears perked up and she come a running as I bitched and
cursed, and held onto my bleeding scalp. She circled around me, as I stumbled
back into the house. I was dripping blood and she was yipping and jumping up
and down. I finally manage to get the blood stopped and my head bandaged.
Lord, it hurt!
After I calmed down, Dot disappeared. I yelled "you want to go out?" She
ran for the door, and zooooomed out after I opened it. I just stayed in for
the rest of the day, in a depression and pain caused haze.
Next day I went out, and looked at the place I lost half (well it FELT
like I did :) scalp. I found that there was 6 inches of packed snow under it.
It raised me up just enough to cut my head on the wood and metal overhang. I
started to hear this faint noise. . . just on the edge of detectiablity . . .
"ring". . . again, it went, and I ran to the house . . . "Ring" It was! it
was the telephone ringing! I opened the door . . . "RING!" I picked it up and
it's the telephone company asking if I had any phone services for the last 5
days? SHEEEE! what a question!
"of course not lady!" I snapped at her. I was immediately sorry, as it's
not her fault, but she studders out. . .
"oh sorry, we're just getting the lines back up. Hope this didn't
inconvenice you"
"no, no inconcenice at all" I said. I was lying of course, but after
snapping at her, I didn't want to bother her further.
"ok, you'll have services now. Bye!" She hung up and I nearly went crazy
with joy. Finally! I ran out and checked the cable. Static. "I didn't think I
was THAT lucky" but I ran back to the phone to call my Lovemate.
I got nothing. "no problems" I though. "she's just out with friends or
something" Since she lives in Louisiana, she didn't get this dammed snow we
did.
I tried an hour later, nothing. Again, another hour..nothing. This was
getting on my nerves! I called Furrymuck, various BBSes and downloaded almost
a meg of mail which kept me busy late into the night.
Dot still would not come to me or let me touch her. I could tell that
our relationship was not on good terms. She wanted only food, water and the
door from me. Could I blame her? No. . .I hurt her, pure and simple. I though
she might come to me, but it will be awhile.
Well I awake the next morning to the same thing. The dammed phone lines
were out again! and STILL no cable! A check on the radio told me why. A tree
fell on the lines that connected our little area, and all the neighbor's
lines were out. I spent the rest of the day the same way. Working on the rest
of the e-mail, reading, being depressed.
The next day I decided to print out all the ELF! stories I had. Well of
course, the printer had to be an ass. It would go a few sheets, and jam up. I
rip out those sheets, and then the program would time out, and to restart the
whole dammed thing again!. I had 2 trashcans full of waste paper. Dot then
came in and started to whine at me. I snarled at her, and she just laid down.
I continued to play with the printer, starting to loosing what control I had
over my temper. She whimpered again, and I screamed at her "GET OUT!" she
took off. I went to the door and opened it. . . She wouldn't come to it. I
looked at her. "GET OUT THIS DOOR!" I yelled at her. She wouldn't move. . . I
was loosing the battle over my temper. I walk to her, and she submits in
front of me. Laying down on her back and exposing her belly.
Well, no matter how much I lost my temper, I could never hit her, so I
just bent down, picked her up, put her on her paws, and then stomped my foot.
That did it. She took off out the door and by the time I slammed it shut,
ratting the windows, she was dozens of meters past the house. She comes in an
hour later, and again, just lays in the room. Never coming around.
As I was getting the paper out of the printer from yet another fuckup,
the phone rings. It's that girl again.
"I'm sorry sir, but the lines are back up again"
"Thanks" I growled out, and hang up the phone. Then I decided to call my
Lovemate. This time I got a male voice.
"Is ... there?" I asked?
"You have the wrong number" he answered.
"Is this xxx-xxxx?" I ask. He confirms it. Then it hits me. I hang up
the phone. She's doing something. Something is screwy.
As I switched windows into WordPerfect to write her an e-mail, I loose
my temper completely. I bang out a real nasty note, and shoot it up to her
before I even think what I wrote.
A few hours later, I've lost her. . . completely. She wants nothing to
do with me, if I can't trust her, she doesn't want to see me at all, she
doesn't even want to talk.
Well, like I lost my temper, the depression that had been building just
slammed into me full force and I was left mentally a vegetable. I just curled
up into bed, and just stayed there for 15 hours straight. My pillow the next
morning was soaked with tears, drool and sweat. I was racked with nightmares
all that night. I tossed and turned. I wanted to die.
I really wanted to. I had just hurt a lady that meant so much to me, I
drove her away from me, never to see her again. She gave me a focus in life,
I loved her so dammed much, more than my parents. She was my confidant, my
best buddy, my lover, my friend. She was my mate. She knew of my zoophilia,
of my darkest secrets. She was a help when I was going though a major change
in my life. I screamed, and cursed god, myself and the world, at the
injustice, the cruelty of the world. I really though of ending it there.
Then just as I was in the lowest depths of my depression, in comes Dot.
She walks in uncertainly, eyes locked on me. I looked at her, and didn't care
if she was there or not. She puts her paws on the edge of the bed. I just
felt it, as I didn't really see anything. I feel the bed tilt a bit, and then
she curls up beside me. A 'grunt' is the only thing I hear from her.
She looks up, and licks my cheek. That one simple act of kindness was my
anchor. I wrapped my arms around her neck, and despite her growls, I hugged
her tightly to me, and kissed her on the nose. She responded by giving me a
lick on the chin, and then the mouth, sliding her tongue into my mouth. . .
That night, we kissed, cuddled and I came twice after she licked me to
orgasm. We both needed each other.
The next morning, I was still depressed, crying and cursing myself. But
I looked at Dot, lying on the bed, asleep, her muzzle, and mask damp with
kisses, and I felt. . .deep down, the last vestiges of fear and hatred of my
zoophilism disappear, and being replaced by a deep and profound love for her.
As the days went by, she was there when I needed her, needing someone. My
Lovemate and I worked out our differences, and I still am no longer her
Lovemate, but now simply. . .a friend. Will we get together again? The
mistress of time is a cruel and kind lady. We may, given time, but even if we
don't I know that I have someone that truly loves me, and I can live for. . .
I have to live for.
The end
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