My Life in a Tail-Hole (About me)
Warning: This story contains no sex or pleasure scenes, It is a true and personal documentary, which talks about how I came to join sofurry, and to write this... if you're looking for that other kind of stuff (Blowjob, sex, masturbation, etc.) check out my other two stories on my profile.
My Life in a Tail-Hole
You know, I've always wanted to think that I was born to indulge in animal sex, or get hard every time I see a German shepherd walk down the road... yet unfortunately, I have come to accept that this is not the case. I think influences, and occasions in my life, were really what drove me to split from that every day, oh-so-boring mainstream, and settle down into the warm sub-stream, called Zoophilia.
But to really understand me, you'd have to go way back, to see this amazing transformation, which turned me into who I am now.
In The Beginning
What really started my gloriously wild path was a message, and it came from a grade 7 health video, labeled 'Zoophilia' (which is now out of production, because I can't find it anywhere). The just of the video, was about a younger man, possibly around 28, talking about how he used to be a Zoophile, but had abandoned it as he 'matured up and found how foolish it was'... personally, I think that that is a load of bullshit, and the guy was probably acting... but never the less, It was the turning point in my life long changing path.
I recall sitting there, watching this fools take his amends, and being terrified as my own dick went hard, on seeing the common animals zoophiles normally screwed, projected onto the TV screen. I remember placing my book over top of my tented gym shorts, and getting a nauseous feeling in my stomach. The reason, you see, for all of this discomfort, was that I knew zoophilia was wrong; it must be, according to my parents, who I had asked after coming home from school.
Later that night, I had lain unsleeping in my bed, reflecting on why I didn't feel disgusted (As my other classmates had openly expressed) at the whole fact of a human fucking an animal.
This thought, though, was weak, and had made me ponder only for a week, because the excitement in our class on seeing our first 'sex-ed' video had died down.
The next kick was my first masturbation, age 11 or 12, can't exactly remember. If any of you remember yours, you can modestly agree that you were terrified, I sure as hell was. I had brought this stuffed wolf, around half my size, in the washroom to clean his fur (Ya, I know I was a little too old to have a stuffed animal, but I'd had him since I was three, and couldn't part), because my younger brother had spilt milk across its backside.
I remember murmuring to myself as I washed it, and then an alien feeling spinning up my spine, as its bushy tail brushed across my dick (I forgot to add that I was naked, because I was about to go in the shower).
Freezing, the tap still running, I took its tail once more and rubbed it again, this time intentionally; and once again that feeling shuddered through my body. Another feeling that I couldn't put my finger on, called pleasure, soon followed.
Distracted now from what I was originally doing, I took the stuffed wolf out from underneath the tap, and placed it against my stomach. I then commenced with upward strokes, so that my whole body became simulated by my wolves' soft fur, and in no time, I had reached my climax. I recall feeling a spike of priory unmatched pleasure and my virgin semen spilt forth... damn, was I terrified. Whimpering softly to myself, I threw the wolf out from under me, and jumped into the shower, washing clean my splattered body.
It was only when I had come back out and dried myself off, that I finished washing my stuffed animal, and made a vow to myself that I would never do that, whatever it was, again. This surprisingly lasted two years, but as manhood descended, it became much harder.
Understanding My Standings
The second kick was not directly related to zoophilia, but put me well on my way.
Age 14, and your aloud to talk about sex, and brag about that porn you never saw (this excludes two girls one cup, which you'd have to have balls and a stomach of steel to endure). This was the situation with me and my friends found ourselves in.
Over the past two years, oddly, I had become very involved in the study of wolves (And still am now), and it felt as though I had a relentless passion towards getting to know them better. Actually, I had typed up 23 pages of research (mostly acquired from a site hosted by a girl named Alphawolf Sabrina) involving info about them and their habits and how they interacted with one another. Actually, at the point I'm at now, after memorizing a good chunk of the Wolf Almanac, the bible for wolf enthusiasts, I find myself literally being able to understand what they're saying (and respond back in a minimal manner due to my lack of tail and movable ears). This factor was what truly enhanced the pleasure I felt when actually had intercourse with my dog, the real one.
Now, one thing led to the other, and on a summer morning, I followed a link to a popular YouTube wolf intercourse video. For the next month I browsed around YouTube, following links, and finding out all about animal on animal sex, I was an educated guy, and I was growing into a young man... yep I was flying high, that is till I fell.
One day soon after my amazing discovery, my mother, just being the caring and concerned woman that she was, had downloaded this network watcher called Safe Eyes (If hell could be projected into a single program, it would have to be Safe Eyes). Safe Eyes Kept track of everyone of the sights I went too, then put them away in a folder that only the administrator, my mother, could view. Yet, mindlessly and without falter, I continued on, putting the threat Safe Eyes imposed to the back of my head... and boy, was that a wrong move.
I remember watching a YouTube video with Rustle Peters (That Indian comedian), as I waited to be driven over to my father's place for the rest of the day (My parents are divorced). My mother had come in, and for once she wasn't smiling.
"Michael, she said, what have you been looking up?" I gulped, unable to register that my mother had seen all of those 'explicit yet educational' (As I liked to call them, still unable to face the fact that I was drawn towards that kind of stuff) YouTube videos, tucked neatly into that folder of hers. But I knew that I had been caught (if I had denied at all, she would of started naming them off, deepening the shame that I had now felt), and I allowed her to block my YouTube. Thinking that I was just a dirty, overexcited kid, who probably needed help, I got into her car, and was driven silently over to my father's house.
As I opened the car door, and went to go, my mother stopped me.
"Michael, I know your still a kid, and your curios, so take this as a warning." She had said, holding my hand. "What you were looking at was wrong. Though on the other hand I understand. If you promise me that you won't go looking up that kind of stuff again, I'll forget all about it, but I'm not going to unblock your YouTube account." Nodding gratefully, I jump out of the car and follow my waiting brother into my father's house. This kind speech from my mother held me off for a while, and I had to refrain to pleasuring myself after I went to bed, fantasizing about having sex with horses and dogs, because that all I had come to know how to do.
Thinking back now, I can imagine that if I hadn't been stopped, I would of probably, eventually gotten board (for I was too naive to find any porn sights), and possibly reverted back to 'the right way to think' (According to society). I am happy now that I didn't, sex and relationship with animals is so much better then all of those estrogen crazed female teenagers, with mood swing coming out at random times (I really don't have anything against woman, in case the one reading this is indeed one, though you have to admit my words ring true J). But anyway, back to my life.
The next kick happened when I was 15, My YouTube account had been re opened, but I knew that I couldn't do what I used to do.
Also, my dad had gotten me a laptop, and after a heated discussion, my mother wouldn't install that goddamned Safe Eyes if I promised that I would be good (Sexual urges had overcome my truthfulness).
A day soon after, I had overhead one of my friends talking about a porn sight, 4chan, to be exact, and an inciting thought had come to me. So that night, after I was sure my father and brother had gone to sleep, I booted up my laptop, and opened up 4chan on my internet browser. I remember my friend, Lovedeep (that's his actual name, he's Indian) had said that,
"As long as you stayed on the letter 's', you'd be safe"... like I took his advice. That night I stayed up for hours, looking at each individual letter, and commenting quietly to myself after reviewing all of the information in the categories.
Here, I was introduced to Henti, Yukki, the whole bundle, and a lot of animal porn pictures (Those damn natural urges were making my soak in every detail, driving me on). By the time I finally had my share, it was late at night, and I contemptibly closed my laptop, and jumped into bed, falling asleep quickly.
From then on, my old trials foolishly forgotten, I started expanding my horizons, and eventually I happened upon a minefield (But to me it looked like a goldfield). A sight named 'Beastiality.net, amateur bestiality, K9 girl and more, all here!' This sight was truly filled to the top with every kind of bestiality porn I could imagine, and some I couldn't.
Every other night, I would go to this sight, clicking on those adds temptingly labeled 'Cumshots', or 'Horse fucking Hotties', or looking through their various video and picture galleries, the whole nine yards. I remember feeling great over those last fateful few months, and I became more and more open to the possibility of my alignments (Because I hadn't turn tail and ran). But then, at my highest, I was shot down once more.
One night my computer was lagging heavily, taking at least ten minutes, to start up. When it finally did a notification from my deactivated firewall popped up in the center of my screen.
It stated; 'Error, need to reestablish connection with firewall'. Shrugging, I clicked 'Ok', eager to get on to my nightly routine, and waited for the computer to do its thing.
Once my firewall was reactivated, but before I could open my browser, yet another notification popped up, it stated; 'Windows firewall needs to do a quick scan on your computer, to detect for any malicious programs/spyware'. Sighing in frustration I clicked 'Ok', and prepared myself for the boring half-an-hour that my computer predicted the scan would take. To tell you it wasn't boring, far from it, in fact.
Five seconds in, my computer detected 3 viruses.
Thirty seconds in, over 100.
A minuet, Over 1000. If one were to gaze upon my face as I saw all of those viruses popping up in the 'Dangerous' category, he/she, would have laughed (I sure as hell did, looking back on it now).
As the numbers peaked to 20,000, my mouth went dry and I started sweating, worried to hell as all my privet information came up 'Infected', and it still had only been 15 minutes.
So, from my prior reactions, one could imagine the state I was in as the grand total, after 30 minutes of scanning, turned out to be 64000 plus hits (I don't remember the exact number, because I'm still traumatized). But then came a ray of hope.
A third and final box popped up; giving me the grand total of viruses I had accumulated on my travels, and an option to remove them all. My heart sped up, and I clicked 'Yes'. Nothing happened, so I clicked it again, yet still there was no response. Thrown into a panic I spawned that 'Yes' button twenty more times, and my computer crashed with a fatal error... shit, now I've done it.
The one thing I forgot to mention before was that this wasn't fully my laptop, and my father used it occasionally. So when I approached him a week later, sitting in front of the TV, with my brother, I told him my dilemma, but claimed to have no clue how I got so many viruses, he was rather frustrated, and I think he immediately knew that I was looking at something I shouldn't be (how else can someone acquire so many prestigious Trojans and Cookies, in such a short time). Yet to my confusion, he played along with the whole 'it wasn't my fault' gig, and said that he would talk with me that night, when my younger brother had gone over to a friend's house.
Now one thing you should know, about my father, is that he's practically a mind reader, and so observing, that I feared to look into his eyes that night. He also had a way with his word, and could make you spit practically anything out. Actually, so nervous, and so desperate was I, that I almost did spit it out, all of it (Which would have been devastating, because he's deeply immersed in the Christian faith), though caught myself just as I was about to tip. I ended up telling him this.
"Recently, Dad, I've found a deep secret inside of me, something that's changed my opinion on everything, it's not 'socially accepted', so I can't show you... so just guess, and if you get it, I'll fess up."Of course, I actually didn't, and when he did in fact guess, saying that word, Bestiality, with an unbelieving, disgusted tone, I denied quietly... if I were to admit he was right and had guessed it at one point, I feared to now.
Respecting my resilience to stray any further, he got up, saying that he would give my laptop to a friend, so that it could be fixed. He also swore not to look at my internet history himself, or allow his friend to, either, keeping my secret safe, but leaving me with another kind of Safe Eyes, if you know what I mean.
The constant tracking from both my Mom, and Dad, led me to become smarter, more devious and sneaky. I deleted all of my 'bad web' history, made false documentation names to cover what they were really about (As I did with all of the files submitted to So furry, including this one), and went on sights, only after I had run a scan on them, and I never clicked on ads. I stopped looking at porn (sure as hell got my fair share of that), and moved to take matters into my own hands. I also bought a new laptop, so I would lower the chances of me being caught doing such 'unmannerly, unnatural things,' and created a whole other set of email address for sights like this one. Nothing was going to knock me down now.
And Then Comes My Animal Instincts
At my current age ,17, I now know who I am, and what I like, and embrace that warm feeling every time one of those beautiful, big, female and male dogs walk by my house, or down the road, tails lowered in submission, tongue lolling... damn, and I also have found myself to have adopted an activists air.
An outspoken activist against our harsh public societies view on others 'different than them' (have they ever stopped to think that were just being normal, and that there different then us), and I mean activist against all misjudgment, like towards homosexuality, bestiality, anything that just isn't 'socially accepted'. Because really, in my opinion, we are all animals in the end, there's no denying it, and you don't see criticism like ours out in the wild.
The further I accepted these facts, the more open I became. I've talked to plenty of gays, and helped them through their struggles in society. Explained to them that they shouldn't care what that idiot next to you says, just find like minded people, and be yourself.
Though I have to admit that I haven't talked with any furs or zoos yet, so by writing all of this, I just want to prove that I am perfectly willing to talk with anyone, of any alignment or opinion.
A few paragraphs up, I had explained that I had 'taken matters into my own hands', very literally, in fact. Through plenty of begging, and planning, and talking with my father (Because my mother is allergic to dogs, a fate worse than death), he finally succumbed, and on the Christmas morning of last year, we went out to a Mennonite farm, and bought a handsome, young and unneutered, German shepherd (Whom just turned a year a few days back, and has started plunging deep into that long waited sexual maturity). Two nights ago, as a matter of fact, I got him pretty worked up, he'll be a stud for all of those bitches out there, I just know it.
But enough about me, a New Year's party is starting up downstairs and I tip my black 'Happy new years' hat to all of you trooper readers that made it through this. Happy new years, and I hope that you and all of your furry friends have the bests of next year.
Zizix
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