From: Singing Wolf <73440.1154@CompuServe.COM>
     
Though told in dramatic fasion, all the events in this story are true...


                             THE FIRST TIME
   
   There was a foggy mist that hung in the cold air tonight. The 
streetlights projecting funnels of light that extended from the bulb to 
the glistening wet of the streets. The air was wet and smelled of pine,
probably from the small group of pine trees that lived in the woods 
nearby.
   I live outside of town, in a small neighborhood. One street actually. 
One street that leads down to the highway. From there you can get to town.
It's quiet here. The people on the street are decent folk and they keep
a good bedtime... except for me. 
   I often found myself up at nights pondering things. Most of the time,
the differences between me and most people. I was a zoo. I don't know 
how I got that way, or why, but I was. And here, again, I'd found myself
walking the street at three in the morning. It was nice. No one to have
to deal with. I could be alone with my thoughts. 
   I'd never met another zoo before. Was I the only one? A very lonely 
thought. I had also never had a relationship with an animal before. 
Was that even possible? To have a real emotional and physical 
relationship with another species of life other than my own? I didn't
know. I did know however that there was an empty space in me that 
human company could not fill. A gaping whole in my spirit that cried 
out in solitude every hour of every day. I would never find love, would 
I? Alot of times I would pretend that I had a mate. A faithful, strong
German Sheppard. He would be there when I was hurting to comfort me
by curling up with me in my bed and keeping me warm. Many times I 
imagined I'd come home, depressed from the days activities. I'd go to 
my bed, ready to collapse into sleep, and there he was. Lying on the 
bed as if he were waiting for me. I would strip off al my cloths, as I
usually do for sleeping, and climb under the covers with my mate. As I 
lie there thinking I imagine that he feels my emotional turmoil and draws 
closer to me. Lying on his stomach under the covers with me. He would give 
me kisses and say, "Don't worry, I'm here". And then his kisses would 
begin to go lower. Onto my neck. He can sense my arousal and one of his 
paws goes across my chest and onto my other side. I can feel him pulling. 
Gracefully he pulls himself on top of me, maintaining the kissing. I can 
feel his paws along my sides as they drop down and clamp onto my waist. 
His kisses become more vigorous. The warmth of his fur on my bare chest 
and feeling his weight on top of me has given me an erection that 
presses against his warm stomach. My face and neck are wet with from 
his kisses and he stops for a moment. He looks me in the eyes with an 
expression of wild lust that only an animal can have. I feel his 
muscles move around me as he adjusts his hindquarters to a new position. 
I suddenly feel the fur at the end of his sheath brush against 
my anus and it's as if electricity surges through my body. His 
grasp around my waist tightens. He lays his head along side mine 
and begins nipping and licking my ear. As if on their own, my 
hands travel to his back and hold tight, feeling the huge animal 
muscles under his dark coat. He begins whining with anticipation 
and I feel a spirt of warm liquid on my anus. I notice now that 
I can feel a warm, wet and throbing penis slowly emerging from 
his sheath. He was getting an erection! He presses against me 
harder and I hold onto him with every fiber of lust and passion 
in my being. He draws his neck out long, holding his head straight 
and pointed upward and he slowly pushes inside me with a grunt that 
comes from deep in his throat and......
   POOF! The image vanishes. I should stop thinking like that. 
It only serves to make me feel more alone. This is my favorite 
image. I actually feel love for my imagined mate. And to wake up 
to reality and see that he doesn't exist, and never did or will 
is too much to bear.
   I began to cry as I walked. Facing the street so not to show my 
burdened face to the night. My only friend. Perhaps I should go home 
and go to sleep. I'm sure I'd feel better in the morning.
   I began heading home. The CLIP-CLOPing of my boots on the street 
seemed to echo to every corner of the Earth and back. It was getting 
colder and I began to wish I'd brought a heavier coat. 
   I turned off of the highway and onto my street. The familiar 
houses and the warm glow of their nightlights through the drapes 
of their windows triggering my sense of home and making me feel 
a little more comfortable. 
   My house is the last one on the street, and faced up the street 
toward the highway. Between the my house and the nearest neighbor 
on the street, there is a large empty field, and behind that, forest 
for miles. It was in this field, as I passed it, that I saw a 
movement out of the corner of my eye. I stopped, causiously and 
strained to see through the light of the streetlights and into the 
black darkness of the field. I saw nothing. I resumed walking. 
..Again ... something moving in the field. Closer this time. My 
curiosity overtaking me, I went to the edge of the street, out of 
the range of the florecent colored streetlights and looked into 
the darkness. 
   There was an animal out there... coming closer. As it approached, 
the glow from the street began to illuminate it's form better. I 
recognised this animal! He walked at night, much like I did. He had 
a different area to cover than mine, but this was the one area where 
both our walking spaces overlaped. I'd met him here often actually. 
   He was a friendly sort. Medium sized and yellow in color. He was 
well taken care of. Nicely fed.  A neighbor's dog, I think. My guess 
was that he was an Australian Sheepdog, or mostly anyway. He had 
fine features. Excellent muscle tone. A very carnivorous look about 
him. 
   I squated down. Seeing this, his speed toward me increased. He 
jumped onto me, doing that exited, happy dog dance that everyone's 
seen at least once in their lives. 
   But my mood was not the same. I felt very distant and lonely. I 
began stroking the dog's head gently. Immediately, from the way I 
was touching him, his mood changed and he sat on the street and 
looked me in the eyes with an intellegent, questioning expression. 
"What's the matter", he said. I sighed deeply and looked back into 
his big brown eyes. Then burried my face in the fur on his neck.
   He had a nice chest. And I noticed that my stroking had wandered 
down to that area. Long strokes, down his belly and back up. His 
warmth was a contrast to the cold night. 
   As I took notice of what I was doing. I rocked back on my heels 
once again. The dog was looking at me. Stairing softly into my 
eyes. With every stroke his mind seemed to wander further and 
further away off into the night. My strokes became longer, working 
their way down to his haunches and back. What was I doing? I was 
becoming aroused by this! By feeling a dog's body! What was wrong 
with me?! 
   Instantly, he took off. Back into the field with no warning. 
Did I scare him off? Did he not like the way I was touching him? 
I followed him. I didn't know how but I wanted to say I was sorry, 
when out of the corner of my eye, I saw him duck behind a small 
group of bushes. I pursued. 
   I reached the bushes and there he was, standing, looking up at 
me. I parted the bushes and went through to where he was. I dropped 
to my knees and gave him a big hug. This was the, "I'm sorry" for 
what I'd done. But even now, the feel of his body was arousing me 
once again.
   I held onto him for what seemed like an eternity, until finally 
he broke my grasp. He then walked around to my side and placed 
his paw onto my back. He wanted to mate with me! 
   My thoughts ran wild. What was going on here? I'd always been 
afraid of my "strange" tastes, but what was this? I was actually 
recieving an offer from this dog to mate with him! I'd always heard 
that anyone who has sex with an animal in raping them because an 
animal can't consent. WHAT BULLSHIT!!! This dog knew exactly what 
he wanted and he was asking me for MY consent! 
   Suddenly, I was ANGRY! I was angry with myself. For hiding 
this from myself for so long. Why was I always wanting so much to 
do this... DREAMING about doing this, and feeling like I was 
"sick" about wanting to do it? Why should I care what's normal? 
It's ridiculous to make "normal" a comparison of myself to somebody 
else. I wasn't anyone else. I am ME! And I am a zoophile! And I 
WANTED TO HAVE SEX WITH THIS DOG! AND ANYONE WHO WON'T CONDESEND 
TO FIT THE "SICKO" INTO THEIR "NORMAL" WORLD CAN BE DAMNED TO 
HELL!!!! 
   I shakily stood up and fumbled my zipper open. My pants fell 
in ripples onto the wet ground. Then my shirt. I turned and looked 
at the dog. He was looking up at me. Staring with that animal 
lust that was so familiar to me from my imaginary German Sheppard. 
I dropped to my hands and knees. 
   I felt the dog's paws grasp my waist as he pulled himself up 
and mounted me. Once on top, he reached around me with the full 
lenght of his front legs to get a better grip. 
   At this point, I honestly didn't expect to have true sex with 
this dog. I thought that without guiding him in, he might just 
stay up there for awhile and then get off. How wrong I was! 
   His grip tightened around me and the muscles in his abdomen 
became like steel and he entered me. A gasp of pleasure escaped 
him as he smoothly, but quickly pushed his full length into me. 
I gasped with him. It was the first time I'd ever know what it 
felt like to be penatrated and filled on the inside. I was surprised 
at the pleasure I felt from it. He inserted everything he had 
into me, up to the sheath. I felt my rear end being blanketed by 
his warm, furry ventral area.
   Slowly, he started bucking his haunches into me. A small 
gasp escaping him with every thrust. I could feel him inside 
of me. Deeper and deeper and throbbing and it felt as though 
I myself was going to burst. I began maturbating. My insides 
jolted and contracted with sexual excitement to match his every 
thrust and throb. 
   Suddenly his thrusts became more violent. Deeper, harder. 
Next to my head was his. Eyes close with the pleasure of his 
growing orgasm. His mouth was open slightly and his gasps and 
sighs began turning into violent, animal-lust grunts. Faster 
and faster. It felt as though electricity jolting through both 
of our bodies and each other being the cause. 
   Knowing that he was having an orgams I could imagine how it 
felt to him. The feeling of not being able to hold the semen 
back and grunting to push it out at the same time. This started 
my orgasm. His orgasm was becoming so powerful that he'd lost 
conscious control of his body. He couldn't have stopped thrusting 
if he'd wanted to. He was almost doubled over me, holding me 
tight, wanting nothing more than to come every last spirm he had 
into me. I could feel his penis becoming larger and larger. 
Filling me more and more with every push. I could feel me own 
orgams kicking on the inside and wrapping around the dog's 
growing penis. The force of the dog's orgams was causing him 
to slow down. Long and deep thrusts with an a long animal groan 
after each. His back legs began spreading apart and as he thrusted 
his final passionate thrust, I came. 
   He colapsed his full weight onto my back. I could still feel 
him throbbing and growing inside me. And my own orgams was jolting 
and kicking causing my insides to tighten around the dog's penis 
as it grew. He had tied me! 
   I tried to move but the huge size of the dog's head prevented
 pull-out. Oh, I suppose I could have forced it out, but I didn't 
want to hurt him, and besides, it felt rather pleasurable. 
Feeling filled with the dog and the warm liquid inside.
   He struggled for a moment and then managed to turn himself 
around in the "tied" position. And then we just waited. Several 
times I looked back at him only to find him looking at me with 
an expression that seemed to say that he knew what the night's 
events would be as soon as he'd met me on the road. I still 
wonder. I looked at the situation. Seeing myself tied to a dog. 
I thought of what had just happened. I felt wonderful. At that 
moment in time, I WAS a dog. And I was his mate.
   I thought about that night for weeks. Going over it in my 
head. Looking into spacing and sighing like a teenager in love. 
I wanted so badly to tell someone about this... but of course 
I couldn't. So fine then... it would be our secret. I liked that.
   Every night for 2 months after, I went back to the road at 
the same time in the same place and waited for him. I was in 
love with him. And I wanted to be his mate. 
   He never returned. The night he tied me was the last night 
I ever saw him and to this day neither I nor the owners know what 
became of him. I still think of him fondly. It's almost as if 
he'd come for me, for that night, and only for that. To help me, 
and to show me that I could find love. And that love is love, 
no matter what form...

The End


***AFTERNOTE***
   I am very new to the ASB board. When I found it, it was like 
miracle. It was somthing I'd been looking for all my life. 
   This is the first story I've ever posted here, and the first 
story ever of this nature. I would like to write more, but first 
I'd like to know what you think of this one. Did you like it? 
E-mail and tell me...

-Singing Wolf
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