Mar. 20th, 2019 @ 9:26pm
Dear Journal,

	I let my guard down and lost her. Fret not, however! This dirty old shepcoon has a way of bouncing right back out of the pit of rejection! Hence forth his tendency to write and revise often and frequently. If my upbringing taught me anything, its that I possess a true fighting spirit. Can't possibly keep a good dog down, I say!

	But yeah... she's done with me. I'm over her. Let her have him all she wants, they deserve each other. Good fucking riddance. If she prefers to fuck sordid bastard assholes, then let her become Trump's paltry slut for all I care. Corrupt president's penis or no, technically, she'll already have been fucking one of his navy commanders anyways. Filthy fucking slut. And to think I once considered her a partner in crime. Jesus. How wrong I was!! I know I ought to be a bit more concerned, parting ways with the assassin who had damn-near established a family with me and who could just as easily snuff out any and all family I've got, but she has burned one bridge too many with me and in return, gilded and ruptured my trust beyond repair. So it goes.

	Besides... I don't need Miss Anchester anymore.

	I've met somebody way cuter and twice as attractive, not to mention sincerely loyal and compassionate. And the best part? I met him while cruising around near a pristine slice of Oregon coastal seaside. I was on a jog and he was meditating upon a large beachtowel, surrounded by a large batch of sandy beechwood. We met up, got to talking and one thing led to another. One thing I can prove is that he doesn't have a single narcissistic bone in his body, which I find hard to believe, since I've established a foundation of lies and deceit through those few relationships I've tried to keep situated before... it seems as if lies are all I've ever known. Yet the liars and deceivers were all there before he ever entered into my life to set things back to the straight and narrow.
 
	Ladies and gentlefurs, I met a young foxcoon lad at a local Oregon beach today who may very well be the light to help guide me back to tranquility and happiness once again. I only need to identify this as a matter of fact. I think he's into me... can't be too sure, since he's so quiet! But fuck knows, I'm certainly into him - he's cute! Says he comes from Florida, which I find hard to believe. I thought only decrepid fucktards, volatile lone wolf aggregrate gunmen and Trump supporters were bred out of Florida. How on earth this foxcoon cutie found a way out of that disruptive misery, I'll never know. I think I'll invite him home later. I wonder if he enjoys swiss steak?

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[scribbled down with great haste, the pages are also smudged and stuck together with dried semen]
Mar. 21st, 2019 @ 1:09am
Dear Journal,

	H...holy sh-[unintelligible]-aniac in bed, he damn-near milked me dry and ravaged my tailhole to kingdom fucking come, it was insan-[unintelligible]-be his bitch for days on end and worship his dic-[unintelligible]-made me forget all about that outrageous despicable lying cheating cunt of a wol-[unintelligible]-ngue sliding up and down my shaft, making me tremble and my knees quiver and my testicles tingle mercilessly, feeling-[unintelligible]-tongue violating my groin, teeth gnawing down into a small thistle of pubic hairs, acting as floss for Rin-sama, the cutie-[unintelligible]-ed me until I melted into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and clenching tight, refusing to let go while he knots me into oblivion, draining his foxcoon spunk deep in my assh-[unintelligible]-ing LOVE this guy!! He's a fucking keeper!!! 

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7:45am
Dear Journal,

	They say the quietest ones are the most hardcore.
	If this is indeed true, then the foxcoon who I'm looking at right now, lying upon my bed, wrapped up in my sheets, embracing my warmth and tender romantic strides... well, he's gotta be the craziest lil' hybrid dog-boi I've ever had the privilege to spend time with. What a night we shared! Holy fuck. I think my penis is still recovering, even as I write this down! God, the tenderness... its sore. So fucking worth it, though!

	Oh man, I needed a distraction and he certainly provided me with one. RinFoxxie, that's what I'll call him; he taught me how to perform various sexual positions which I didn't even think existed! I felt liberated, like a new shepcoon. At one point in the night, he also grabbed me by the muzzle and held me in place while staring into my one good eye. Even while casting a deadpan stare, he talked enough sense to calm me down and put me at ease when I had a mini-meltdown over losing her. I felt less than worthy towards everyone else, including my own damn sorry-ass self, and decided to let my worst mental endeavors show face. Damning her for her actions, for holding out on me as long as she did, for the one who indirectly stole her from me... luckily, RinFoxxie pinned me up against a wall and squeezed my muzzle shut tight with both his hand-paws. He snarled and stared at me, maybe daring me to continue, to keep weeping and moaning and freaking out over a young anthropomorphic wolfdog woman who could give a fuck less about me in the long run. I could always go out and woo over another, there were hundreds to be talked to and acquainted with, after all - we aren't the only fish in the widespread sea of existence. 

	I understand now that he was simply trying to flush her out of my system. For if he didn't, then who else possibly would? Darrel?! Fuck that.

	I was about to curse her to hell again for fucking her goddam significant other behind my back for years when RinBoi slapped me with a fierce back-hand to wake me from my slumber and snap my ass back into reality again. I blanked out in a daze of incomprehension, all thought cut right in two. So there I was, standing in my bedroom with a sexy fox-coon twink-boi practically hoisting me up from the ground by my snout alone. It had to have been a crazy fucking sight to see. I grabbed his wrists and urged him closer to me, planting a small kiss upon his fur-tinted muzzle, thanking him for breaking me free from my funk. Even around the hour of freaking twelve in the morning, I had a sporadic and magnificent epiphany. Forget her; I'd much rather court this hybrid foxcoonboi instead. He, for one, actually cares enough about me to give a shit.

	Initially, RinFoxxie seemed shocked and surprised to receive a kiss from me like that, yet didn't act very bothered. Instead, he rolled with my punches and allowed himself to be kissed, docking his jaw against my own and slathering his tongue against mine, tasting of berries and cream. Fuck, he had a sensational flavor upon his tongue, though that could've easily been my own passion burning through me, rendering sour into sweet and hard into soft and all. I felt a puncturing firmness below, a bulging rod pressed against my navel. I registered this as Rinboi's erection, yearning to become better-acquainted with my love-orifice, maybe my tailhole or my gaping slutty shepcoon maw. His response? Remove my own erection and begin to stroke it like crazy. Which he did! Crazy fucker had no patience last night and honestly, I can't say I blame him one bit. We were both hungry for love and balls-deep in tumultuous ruts of our own devising. We both needed each other to provide ideal sexual healing.

	Despite wrestling back incriminating thoughts of her sorry ass completely rejecting me, I rolled with the punches and let myself grant complete uninhibited pleasure unto this delightfully attractive young foxcoon anthro. How long had it been since I've courted a fellow male? I honestly couldn't even recall! Grayson, perhaps? Ome? Had to have been my brother, but for how long? Even now, the tiny bullet vibrator which Grayson gifted me awhile back is worn out and nearly on the verge of collapse. Plus it runs loud as fuck, enough to practically be heard inside a bitch while I'm knot-deep in her, wearing the thing on my shaft. Might need to get a new one, a replacement. These thoughts coursed through my mind as I kissed my way down Rin's neck, chest, belly and riiiiight upon the tip of his knotted fox-coon penis, eloquently blue and filmy with pre.

	Once his dick was in my mouth, I was thoroughly reminded of how much I'd been missing out on homoerotic relations.

	He tasted salty yet not far too out of reason, just enough to compliment an oyster shooter or a roll of sushi. I figured him to be a reoccurring beach-dweller type, constantly surfing or wading along open seawater waves, collecting shells or rare coins, maintaining a steady diet of shellfish, seafood of all caliber. RinFoxxie began to grind against my face, caressing my chin and ears as he kept his legs spread wide, resting upon my shoulders. He licked his lips and moaned, wincing and gritting his cute raccoon-shaped teeth, panting and gasping with heated feverish breaths. This turned me on like fucking crazy and I grew way more erect than I thought I would stay, even while gazing up into his face upon the very midst of his orgasm. It was a weirdly dense taste, like acidic coconut milk or an exotic taste of rare raw egg - foxcoon protein tastes trippy, unique. An acquired taste!

	This experience totally rejuvenated me, reassured me and allowed me to forget all about the cunt and instead only focus on the dick... and not just any dick, but a super-sexy young foxcoon's heavily attractive dick. HIS dick! Rin's sexy knotted fat thick juicy throbbing foxcoon dick! Bon Appetit. I was over her immediately and even upon writing this, I barely even remember her son's name. Fancy that? I suppose I have Kass to thank for that bit of assertive family planning.

	After I drank the sexy foxcoon's cum a little and teased at his fuzzy nutsack with my own robust shepcoon tongue, it was time for him to lay back and spread his sexy slender foxcoon legs, which he did with limited hesitation. He winked his tailhole at me, as if presenting a bit of a teaser, then wagged his tail and beckoned me to heed the call of swift pleasure. Barking, yipping and murr-chirring, I pressed myself down against his waist and kissed his neck, hugging his body close to mine, feeling his warmth and even a tiny hint of his heartbeat echoing against my chest. I licked and sucked at his neck, his chest, cheek and neck again, basking in such profound passion. He asked me if I'd be able to make him my bitch, to which I cheerfully coincided. 

	Laying on his back, flat upon my mattress, I hoisted his legs up and wrapped them around my hips, gaining a good missionary position. I slid my knotted dick against his inner thigh, then shoved my weight forward and slid the erection up, dragging against thick wolfish fur, mounted and fucked him like a mad crazy predator getting his way with forced entry. Rin-boi shrieked and yelped, leaning forward and licking at my neck and nibbling my shoulders, all while I very slowly and considerately penetrated his tailhole... at first. Cradling his butt in my grasp, thrusting his weight against my groin, I gasped and and nearly came hard early when I felt him grab one of my buttocks and slightly nudge at one of my tailhole ringlets with his finger-paw. After we'd found a suitable rhythm, me with my neck licks and RinFoxxie with his anus fondling, I thrust myself into him with break-neck lightning-fast speed, knot constantly teasing entry. It was nice not to stroke myself off yet again, for a change. A guy gets fucking discouraged of his wrist after far too long. This foxcoon's anus squeezed and clenched so tight around the girth of my dick that I thought he would cut off circulation many, many times. I was on the verge of fainting multiple times while fucking the daylights out of Rin-boi. He would constantly whisper into my ear, ask me to keep giving him the dick, he loves shepcoon cock, how he can't wait to spray me down with his foxcoon jizz, all kinds of kinky shit. This aroused me like absolute crazy. So much that I would grab at his thighs and smash into his groin, just to hear him wail and yelp out loud. We fucked really hard into the night, smacking pelvises, tails wrapped into a spiraled caress, the air stagnant and rich with our musky lovemaking, the bedsheets drenched in dog drool and paw sweat... it was fucking insatiable.

	If Rinfoxxie were a female, I'm sure I would've impregnated her with over a dozen shepcoon cubs by now... but luckily for him, my sexy lil' foxcoon is impervious to reproduction, therefore incapable of whining and complaining over how many times I've knotted him or fucked him or cum hard in his butt or blew a fat sticky wad into his shepcoon-whore mouth. It's these small, subtle nuances that keep guys like me living onward, moving up and on in life. I'm in such a fantastic state of joy! Truly elated. RinFoxxie brought me this elation with a fruitful zest and tender, affectionate appreciation. I love him sincerely for his efforts in guiding me away from filth and towards fabulousness. 

	I'll cut this short now. It’s the twenty-first of March. Her birthday is on the seventeenth. I haven't celebrated it in over a year and you know what? I haven't missed a single moment of it. I have a very special foxcoon lover in my life to thank for that much, at least. He's getting an extra-special birthday gift this year... that much I can promise.

	So if he ever reads this, maybe after I'm long gone: Thank you, Rin~Rin! You helped bring light back into this old dog's heart once more. Maybe I'll train you how to use a little telekinesis - if you're interested to learn, that is! Lord knows, we've got plenty of time to hone your abilities, even if its just a tiny bit. I believe you'd make a damn fine student of mine and a sovereign telekinetic. Practice makes perfect! We just need to make sure you are in a decent position to take on such an endeavor...

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