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Erotic scenes to be added:
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-male dog fucking
-watersports scene
-male/female dog fucking

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-Finish cliffhanger
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-Peer Review
-Edit format (Add page numbers/chapters)
-Secure final draft", "writing": "Jordan\n\nA story by YoungSimbaPawSex (Formerly known as Balto_Husky)\n\n(NOTE: All things that occur in the following journal entry are a piece of literature that is fictional. Anyone who is listed here that shares the same name is entirely coincidental and should not be taken seriously)\n\nAs I write this, my whole life is in jeopardy because of one decision I chose to make in my life, which was to start up a local meetup in my area for zoophiles on the 8chan /zoo/ board. Before this situation gets worse, I want to make a clear and concise journal about everything that happened, so that people know the truth of why I feel like this.\n\nAfter I posted the entry on January 10th, 2015 about a local meetup in the Seattle area, I had quite a few responses about people wanting more information as to where this was taking place. I wrote back to all the responses that I got back, stating that it would take place in a McDonalds in a neighboring suburb town. Now, most people were suspicious that I had the balls to name a place where the feds might catch us, as zoophiles sitting in a public place (the horror, the horror! People with a different viewpoint then you sitting in a public place!), but that was not going to be our actual destination, which is what most people didn’t expect.\n\nI also encouraged most people to bring their cars so they can lug around their pets, since I told them that we could just chill out in the parking lot and talk about how much we love our pets. Most people on the board criticized me for even posting that I live in Seattle and that we were all going to get busted by the feds for even confessing the fact that we are zoophiles, let alone bringing our pets out to a physical location and even endangering our pets.\n\nHowever, most people didn’t know what I knew. See, I have many inside people who know me and respect me. I am a rich person, who makes a six-figure income per year and I also have a wonderful copper husky named Balto, and I love him very much. I am a head technician in a cybersecurity firm, and I have met many good people in my field that I call my friends. One of my best friends, well, he’s kinda weird, but I love him still for that.\n\nProblem is, a lot of these things I have been looking with a new perspective recently because of the mistake I made of opening something up I thought I was very passionate about, but in reality, it made me reflect on my life and show me that I’m not who I think I am.\n\nAnyway, one time before I posted my first entry on 8chan about the new event, I found out that there was this lounge bar out in the middle of nowhere, and what I also found out is that my cybersecurity friends introduced me to two brothers who own this bar and over time, I became good friends with them. They also showed me around the bar one day, and when I saw an entrance to an underground strip club, I was wondering what it was all about.\n\nThere were no signs leading into the club, except one that was written on a laminated notebook paper in portrait view, and had the words hand-written neatly in upper case large letters, “THE GENTLE TOUCH CLUB”, as it was hanging above the frame of two giant, metal doors with a red thumbtack holding it up. Inside the doors was a metal housing, like a mini-laboratory, and it looked empty with no lights on its walls or ceiling. There was a small hole in the bare metal ground, which led to compact concrete stairs and a yellow, incandescent light shining out of the hole. Loud music was playing only slightly audible from only a few feet from the two open doors, with the occasional yell or laughter being heard faintly in the distance, indicating people having fun downstairs, or just being obnoxiously drunk.\n\nBoth of the brothers were husky and stocky, and both were wearing suits with bowties that seemed uncomfortable for them to wear with the body type they had. One brother was thin in the face, however, as his structure was a bit more bony then the other, and the other brother had a head that was more round then what looked like his head should have been. Both had a rather large concentration of dimples in their nasal area that spread out to their cheekbones and receded there. \n\n“That’s a lovely club you have there, it seems to be really cozy,” I said sarcastically, hoping they would not be offended.\n\nThe rounded-face brother had a low, husky voice and said to me, “It’s something, alright. Once you go down there, the party really revs up, and the heat factor is rather… hot, dare I say.”\n\nThe bony-faced brother spoke up in a perky, squeaky voice, “That’s damn right!” and both of the brothers began to laugh loudly, sort of like they were forcing the laugh to make me laugh.\n\nWith that, I sat down at the bar itself and had a drink or two of rum and coke, and told the brothers I would like to stay some more, but I had to get going because I had to go feed my dog. \n\nAs soon as I said that to the brothers, the round-faced brother kinda stopped me in my tracks and moved closer to my face across the table, \n\n“You know, we’ve known you for awhile, and we wanted to make a deal with you. You always bring good company to our pub, even if sometimes the jokes we share are not on par. We’re here to have a good time anyway; It’s all in good fun. If you ever need to host an event, we will be willing to rent you a space on every Sunday for 500 bucks a month. The club is always closed on Sundays. We like to make some extra cash on the side to pay for the club’s bills, but we only really trust people who don’t make trouble around here. In other words, we’re asking you to keep your mouth shut about our deal if you accept it.”\n\nI replied, inching a little further away from the round-faced brother’s face and said, “Why not? I can think of something in the meantime that I can host. We’ll talk business later. It’s been a pleasure this evening. I’ll catch you guys later.”\n\nThe bony-faced brother said his signature goodbye to me and all his other patrons, “The morrow of the day is the sorrow of yesterday!” as I walked through the glass double doors that looked as if they belonged in a 50’s sitcom.\n\nThe 18th of January finally hit. I was parked outside of the suburban McDonalds and left my car to go into my best friend’s white pickup van laying in his backseat with my dog Balto, trying to cuddle and warm up with him in the cold weather with the van’s heater running. The van was illuminated by the streetlights in the parking lot, and there was orange construction paper on the side of the van with a sharpie marker that said “/zoo/” on it. Slowly, cars started pulling into the lot. First one, then two, then eight, and then finally, twelve cars pulled into the McDonalds lot, with each car marked with the special marker we went over of having a white or black sticker on the right side of the hood of the car.\n\nPeople flooded out with their pets and parked their cars. I came out of the van when seeing everyone pull up from the back windows of the van, and told everyone to get in the van. Fitting 12 people into a spacious van plus their adorable pets was a lot of work, to be honest. I didn’t expect more than half a dozen people to show up because of the amount of hate the board was getting.\n\nIn the midst of the light, I saw something truly beautiful. Most of the people had dogs. There were many animals, from a German Shepard, to a Wiener Dog, and even a poodle who was well-shaven. One person also brought a ferret and someone else brought a raccoon.\n\nMy best friend then pulled off the poorly made sign that was taped onto the van when he realized no one else was showing up, since we waited an extra five more minutes after loading everyone in and then started moving in the direction we needed.\n\nWhen everyone asked what was going on, I replied to them, “I’m glad everyone made it here safely and well. This McDonalds meetup was not what we had in mind, but how else was I going to express to everyone that we are in fact going to a secret club to both socialize with each other and afterwards, have an amazing orgy all together?”\n\nSomeone spoke up after that, I’m not certain who, “That’s kinda awesome, but I feel a bit odd. Why not meetup at McDonalds first, then go have a huge orgy?”\n\n“Look at the time. McDonalds is closing soon, and I have already informed the staff that your cars will be there for a couple hours. They agreed to not tow any cars. My car is there too, so I made sure that nothing happens to us. If you are wondering how I convinced them of that, well, my father taught me a lesson that money talks and bullshit walks”.\n\nThe time was about 8:30 pm in the Pacific Time zone, so it was getting late. I was just feeling uncomfortable because I practically had to lie to these people to get them here, since I just cannot go on the internet and announce a large zoophilic orgy in a state where zoophilic practices are plain illegal.\n\nThe uncomfortable car ride getting to the lounge bar seemed longer then it was, and all one could hear is the motor of the van, the attendees talking amongst themselves, paws skittering and the breath and meager noises of the animals.\n\nOnce we got to the destination, I got out of the car with Balto, and I opened the doors to the lounge bar with a key the brothers gave me. The faces of the people instantly lit up, as if they forgot all about the fact that I lied to them. \n\nThey took one look at the lounge and they all looked flabbergasted with amazement that such a beautiful place existed, “Hold on to your horses guys, this lounge isn’t even the surprise yet.”\n\nEveryone followed me to the far left side of the lounge, which was where the two doors for the club would have been, but they weren’t there, and neither was the makeshift laminated sign. However, I knew that there was a keypad underneath a painting that would lead to the doors if I inserted the right code, which I had in my handy dandy notebook.\n\nAs I undid the painting and carefully set it down, a silver keypad glared back at me with red LED lights. Because the metal doors are always open when the club is open, most people would never notice a painting on this wall, let alone know a keypad is here for entry of the club. Everyone had their eyes on me, staring at me with wonder and awe, as I entered keys in the keypad and the two, familiar metal doors with their gleaming laboratory-esque figure slowly and mechanically pulled themselves out like an alien busting out of a chest in slow motion.\nI then led the way into the room, and it looked like everyone was confused because it was just a room. Some looked a bit scared, maybe thinking that I might be a murderer for leading them into a dark room with nothing in it.\n\n“Well, now that we are here, I’ve gotta open the hatch to the underground club. Excuse me!” I said in a gleeful voice. Everything was going exactly as planned. This meetup seemed to be a success after all. After turning a wheel that opens the hatch (you would never see the wheel during normal operating hours because the door opens all the way and the latch folds in on itself to secure the latch door from closing and locking everyone in), looking down would show concrete stairs that are very compact in width. Looking closely into the dark, one can see a night-light switch that is used for navigation of finding the lightswitch downstairs.\n\n“Everyone wait here. I have to go turn on the lights.”\n\nAnd with that, I ran down the stairs quickly, and turned on the lights. The whole room illuminated a sharp magenta, because the walls, carpet, and ceiling were all shrouded in magenta carpeting. It is so contrary to the tiled white designs, black furniture, and marble countertops that the lounge has upstairs, but it feels just as beautiful. This was the first time that I ever walked into the Gentle Touch Club.\n\nBalto sniffed around the room, while I invited everyone down to the place. The atmosphere was warm enough, but I had to go find the thermostat and turn it up a little bit, because it felt like the biting January winter cold was somehow cutting through the moderate heat. No wonder this place has such high electricity bills, as the brothers told me about. They always keep the thermostat on.\n\nThe main lobby was a room with fuzzy door frames and carpeted walls of magenta, as well as magenta seats and pink handcuffs on almost every nook and cranny you could find. It was magical in a way. There was also a kitchen in the southeast side of the room, and it was also decorated in magenta from floor to ceiling. I lead everyone to the main hallway, which was adjacent to the concrete stairs by a big magenta door, and in there was about 7 blue doors that lead to private rooms. The second door on the left was the biggest room, just about the size of the secret room upstairs that looks like a laboratory entrance straight out of Dexter’s Laboratory.\n\nEveryone piled into that room, and there were about 7 queen sized beds that were all dark blue and were lining the room and three recliners in the middle of the room which were a slightly darker shade of magenta. Walking in and out of the corridor, lobby, and kitchen, the only ugly aspect of this place were the stains everywhere, especially the dark ones, which were abundant and abundant mostly on the floor. This place has had a lot of torture endured to it, no doubt about it. Many people have rented here in the past, and I don’t doubt orgies like the imminent one were something that other rentees have done in the past here.\n\nAs everyone started settling in, catering to their cute and adorable animals, I found my best friend in the third room on the right side of the hallway looking at a computer screen. It had no internet connection, and apparently, it had no way to connect to internet, as someone pulled out its NIC card, or the wireless was disabled. My best friend is named James, by the way. He is a cybersecurity dork like I am, but he is more strange then I am. I did state that I love him for him being him earlier, but I do wanna restate it because James is someone that’s on my mind right now as someone who can’t fix the mess I’m currently in even though I love him.\nJames was doing his best to try and get the wireless to work, while I went to the kitchen to try and at least find bowls in the kitchen to give all the animals water, since it has been a long journey for most people getting here. \n\nBefore getting the bowls, I announced to everyone, “Make yourself comfortable. I’m gonna go get your little guys some water”.\n\nPeople brought some snacks with them on the trip, I had noticed when they got into the van, but after I fetched the animals’ water, I was gonna ask everyone if they need anything anyway. \nWhen I got back in the room to give the animals water, I was just about to announce that to everyone, but James interrupted me and monotonically said, “It’s gone. The N-I-C is not inserted!”\n\n I glanced at him from across the hall, and after he said that, I sarcastically said, “O-K! That’s great! I wasn’t looking forward to downloading anything anyway, since we have our Raspberry Pi and flash drive, but thanks, anyway!”\n\nI then glanced at him a little more, he was just sitting there in the black rolly chair that was originally in the office, and he stared at the Windows 7 default screen, and said nothing. \n\n“Whatever. I love you James, but why are you so weird sometimes?” I thought.\n\nI then addressed the crowd of people in front of me and asked if anyone wanted pizza. The majority vote won over that statement, and I ordered a delivery for the lounge bar.\n\n“Hey, James? Can you make sure that you get the pizza for us when the deliveryman gets here?”\n\n“Yeah! Will do, mister Gabe Newell!”\n\nMy real name is not Gabe Newell, so I knew James was just being weird again like he always is.\n\nThe blue beds described earlier formed a contour throughout the room, as all seven beds circled the room in a sort of oval. To the left of my bed was the door, which leads into the hallway, and to the direct left to me on the other wall was a bed with one woman on it and a German Shepard dog sitting on its owner’s lap and a bed that jutted out of the corner of the left side of the room with a man on it and his raccoon which was in a cage. On the wall opposite of where the door is and my bed, there was a bed directly in front of my line of vision that had one female on it and another German Shepard. The bed was slightly offset from the middle of the opposing wall, and I think the bed was put there to reflect the door being right in the line of sight from the female’s line of vision.\nTo the right of her bed, there was another bed attached to the corner of the room, but it had another woman on it and a white poodle who was sporting a continental clip. If I faced directly diagonally right, I would find a bed right below the bed in the corner with another bed that had one man on it and an adorable, light brown ferret hanging on to him. Directly to my right, there was a bed that looked uncomfortable because it was a queen sized bed smooshed between the bed with the ferret and my bed, so it looked like the room designer had nowhere else to put the bed. It featured a man and his brindle-colored female whippet. I knew the whippet was a female because my line of sight made it obvious that I could see the dog’s vagina when she was turning around to lick her master’s face.\n\nFinally, on my bed, I was on the left-most side of the bed, which was closest to the opened blue door, and the two other men on the bed were on the right side of the bed. The first man had a golden Japanese Akita of a male variety, and the second man had a standard female Shiba Inu. Balto was sitting comfortably on my lap, facing to the German Shepard on the left side of the room, as I pet him softly. The two other dogs on my bed I was sitting on dogs were sniffing each other as I looked then at the middle of the room, which looked spacious. The three magenta beanbag couches where in the middle of the room, and had three men sitting in each chair who were facing me.\n\nThe first beanbag was in the back of the two other bean bags, and there was a man sitting there with no pet whatsoever. I assumed he was interested in zoophilia and had not had the ability to own a pet. In the front of him were two other beanbag couches that had a man in each beanbag. In the left-most beanbag, there was a man who had a domestic black cat in his lap, and he was petting the cat with some sort of glee on his face. The right-most beanbag couch had another man who had a Doberman Pincher on a chain-leash. The Doberman was standing on all fours and wagging his tail excitedly, as the owner was gently petting him. \n\nI then addressed the crowd with explaining what will be done here, “So, I’m sure you are all anxious to start, but I want everyone to introduce themselves and their pets one by one. I would like it if everyone stated his or her name, age, three hobbies they like, their pet’s name, and three things you and your pet enjoy doing together. In regards to name and age, I prefer if you gave an alias or a handle name that does not identify you. We do need something to call you, though. Afterwards, the party will commence, in which one does not have to engage in sexual acts right away. We have two hours to do whatever we want. I will be setting up my Raspberry Pi in this TV over here and using my USB drive to put on a pornographic slideshow of dog porn. But before that, I want at least 15 minutes of socialization to happen here. Anyway, I’m going to hand the spotlight to the wonderful lady over there to introduce herself. Remember, name, age, hobbies, pet name, and three things you love to do together. If you have no pets, explain what you would do together if you had one.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Jordan

A story by YoungSimbaPawSex (Formerly known as Balto_Husky)

(NOTE: All things that occur in the following journal entry are a piece of literature that is fictional. Anyone who is listed here that shares the same name is entirely coincidental and should not be taken seriously)

As I write this, my whole life is in jeopardy because of one decision I chose to make in my life, which was to start up a local meetup in my area for zoophiles on the 8chan /zoo/ board. Before this situation gets worse, I want to make a clear and concise journal about everything that happened, so that people know the truth of why I feel like this.

After I posted the entry on January 10th, 2015 about a local meetup in the Seattle area, I had quite a few responses about people wanting more information as to where this was taking place. I wrote back to all the responses that I got back, stating that it would take place in a McDonalds in a neighboring suburb town. Now, most people were suspicious that I had the balls to name a place where the feds might catch us, as zoophiles sitting in a public place (the horror, the horror! People with a different viewpoint then you sitting in a public place!), but that was not going to be our actual destination, which is what most people didn’t expect.

I also encouraged most people to bring their cars so they can lug around their pets, since I told them that we could just chill out in the parking lot and talk about how much we love our pets. Most people on the board criticized me for even posting that I live in Seattle and that we were all going to get busted by the feds for even confessing the fact that we are zoophiles, let alone bringing our pets out to a physical location and even endangering our pets.

However, most people didn’t know what I knew. See, I have many inside people who know me and respect me. I am a rich person, who makes a six-figure income per year and I also have a wonderful copper husky named Balto, and I love him very much. I am a head technician in a cybersecurity firm, and I have met many good people in my field that I call my friends. One of my best friends, well, he’s kinda weird, but I love him still for that.

Problem is, a lot of these things I have been looking with a new perspective recently because of the mistake I made of opening something up I thought I was very passionate about, but in reality, it made me reflect on my life and show me that I’m not who I think I am.

Anyway, one time before I posted my first entry on 8chan about the new event, I found out that there was this lounge bar out in the middle of nowhere, and what I also found out is that my cybersecurity friends introduced me to two brothers who own this bar and over time, I became good friends with them. They also showed me around the bar one day, and when I saw an entrance to an underground strip club, I was wondering what it was all about.

There were no signs leading into the club, except one that was written on a laminated notebook paper in portrait view, and had the words hand-written neatly in upper case large letters, “THE GENTLE TOUCH CLUB”, as it was hanging above the frame of two giant, metal doors with a red thumbtack holding it up. Inside the doors was a metal housing, like a mini-laboratory, and it looked empty with no lights on its walls or ceiling. There was a small hole in the bare metal ground, which led to compact concrete stairs and a yellow, incandescent light shining out of the hole. Loud music was playing only slightly audible from only a few feet from the two open doors, with the occasional yell or laughter being heard faintly in the distance, indicating people having fun downstairs, or just being obnoxiously drunk.

Both of the brothers were husky and stocky, and both were wearing suits with bowties that seemed uncomfortable for them to wear with the body type they had. One brother was thin in the face, however, as his structure was a bit more bony then the other, and the other brother had a head that was more round then what looked like his head should have been. Both had a rather large concentration of dimples in their nasal area that spread out to their cheekbones and receded there.

“That’s a lovely club you have there, it seems to be really cozy,” I said sarcastically, hoping they would not be offended.

The rounded-face brother had a low, husky voice and said to me, “It’s something, alright. Once you go down there, the party really revs up, and the heat factor is rather… hot, dare I say.”

The bony-faced brother spoke up in a perky, squeaky voice, “That’s damn right!” and both of the brothers began to laugh loudly, sort of like they were forcing the laugh to make me laugh.

With that, I sat down at the bar itself and had a drink or two of rum and coke, and told the brothers I would like to stay some more, but I had to get going because I had to go feed my dog.

As soon as I said that to the brothers, the round-faced brother kinda stopped me in my tracks and moved closer to my face across the table,

“You know, we’ve known you for awhile, and we wanted to make a deal with you. You always bring good company to our pub, even if sometimes the jokes we share are not on par. We’re here to have a good time anyway; It’s all in good fun. If you ever need to host an event, we will be willing to rent you a space on every Sunday for 500 bucks a month. The club is always closed on Sundays. We like to make some extra cash on the side to pay for the club’s bills, but we only really trust people who don’t make trouble around here. In other words, we’re asking you to keep your mouth shut about our deal if you accept it.”

I replied, inching a little further away from the round-faced brother’s face and said, “Why not? I can think of something in the meantime that I can host. We’ll talk business later. It’s been a pleasure this evening. I’ll catch you guys later.”

The bony-faced brother said his signature goodbye to me and all his other patrons, “The morrow of the day is the sorrow of yesterday!” as I walked through the glass double doors that looked as if they belonged in a 50’s sitcom.

The 18th of January finally hit. I was parked outside of the suburban McDonalds and left my car to go into my best friend’s white pickup van laying in his backseat with my dog Balto, trying to cuddle and warm up with him in the cold weather with the van’s heater running. The van was illuminated by the streetlights in the parking lot, and there was orange construction paper on the side of the van with a sharpie marker that said “/zoo/” on it. Slowly, cars started pulling into the lot. First one, then two, then eight, and then finally, twelve cars pulled into the McDonalds lot, with each car marked with the special marker we went over of having a white or black sticker on the right side of the hood of the car.

People flooded out with their pets and parked their cars. I came out of the van when seeing everyone pull up from the back windows of the van, and told everyone to get in the van. Fitting 12 people into a spacious van plus their adorable pets was a lot of work, to be honest. I didn’t expect more than half a dozen people to show up because of the amount of hate the board was getting.

In the midst of the light, I saw something truly beautiful. Most of the people had dogs. There were many animals, from a German Shepard, to a Wiener Dog, and even a poodle who was well-shaven. One person also brought a ferret and someone else brought a raccoon.

My best friend then pulled off the poorly made sign that was taped onto the van when he realized no one else was showing up, since we waited an extra five more minutes after loading everyone in and then started moving in the direction we needed.

When everyone asked what was going on, I replied to them, “I’m glad everyone made it here safely and well. This McDonalds meetup was not what we had in mind, but how else was I going to express to everyone that we are in fact going to a secret club to both socialize with each other and afterwards, have an amazing orgy all together?”

Someone spoke up after that, I’m not certain who, “That’s kinda awesome, but I feel a bit odd. Why not meetup at McDonalds first, then go have a huge orgy?”

“Look at the time. McDonalds is closing soon, and I have already informed the staff that your cars will be there for a couple hours. They agreed to not tow any cars. My car is there too, so I made sure that nothing happens to us. If you are wondering how I convinced them of that, well, my father taught me a lesson that money talks and bullshit walks”.

The time was about 8:30 pm in the Pacific Time zone, so it was getting late. I was just feeling uncomfortable because I practically had to lie to these people to get them here, since I just cannot go on the internet and announce a large zoophilic orgy in a state where zoophilic practices are plain illegal.

The uncomfortable car ride getting to the lounge bar seemed longer then it was, and all one could hear is the motor of the van, the attendees talking amongst themselves, paws skittering and the breath and meager noises of the animals.

Once we got to the destination, I got out of the car with Balto, and I opened the doors to the lounge bar with a key the brothers gave me. The faces of the people instantly lit up, as if they forgot all about the fact that I lied to them.

They took one look at the lounge and they all looked flabbergasted with amazement that such a beautiful place existed, “Hold on to your horses guys, this lounge isn’t even the surprise yet.”

Everyone followed me to the far left side of the lounge, which was where the two doors for the club would have been, but they weren’t there, and neither was the makeshift laminated sign. However, I knew that there was a keypad underneath a painting that would lead to the doors if I inserted the right code, which I had in my handy dandy notebook.

As I undid the painting and carefully set it down, a silver keypad glared back at me with red LED lights. Because the metal doors are always open when the club is open, most people would never notice a painting on this wall, let alone know a keypad is here for entry of the club. Everyone had their eyes on me, staring at me with wonder and awe, as I entered keys in the keypad and the two, familiar metal doors with their gleaming laboratory-esque figure slowly and mechanically pulled themselves out like an alien busting out of a chest in slow motion.
I then led the way into the room, and it looked like everyone was confused because it was just a room. Some looked a bit scared, maybe thinking that I might be a murderer for leading them into a dark room with nothing in it.

“Well, now that we are here, I’ve gotta open the hatch to the underground club. Excuse me!” I said in a gleeful voice. Everything was going exactly as planned. This meetup seemed to be a success after all. After turning a wheel that opens the hatch (you would never see the wheel during normal operating hours because the door opens all the way and the latch folds in on itself to secure the latch door from closing and locking everyone in), looking down would show concrete stairs that are very compact in width. Looking closely into the dark, one can see a night-light switch that is used for navigation of finding the lightswitch downstairs.

“Everyone wait here. I have to go turn on the lights.”

And with that, I ran down the stairs quickly, and turned on the lights. The whole room illuminated a sharp magenta, because the walls, carpet, and ceiling were all shrouded in magenta carpeting. It is so contrary to the tiled white designs, black furniture, and marble countertops that the lounge has upstairs, but it feels just as beautiful. This was the first time that I ever walked into the Gentle Touch Club.

Balto sniffed around the room, while I invited everyone down to the place. The atmosphere was warm enough, but I had to go find the thermostat and turn it up a little bit, because it felt like the biting January winter cold was somehow cutting through the moderate heat. No wonder this place has such high electricity bills, as the brothers told me about. They always keep the thermostat on.

The main lobby was a room with fuzzy door frames and carpeted walls of magenta, as well as magenta seats and pink handcuffs on almost every nook and cranny you could find. It was magical in a way. There was also a kitchen in the southeast side of the room, and it was also decorated in magenta from floor to ceiling. I lead everyone to the main hallway, which was adjacent to the concrete stairs by a big magenta door, and in there was about 7 blue doors that lead to private rooms. The second door on the left was the biggest room, just about the size of the secret room upstairs that looks like a laboratory entrance straight out of Dexter’s Laboratory.

Everyone piled into that room, and there were about 7 queen sized beds that were all dark blue and were lining the room and three recliners in the middle of the room which were a slightly darker shade of magenta. Walking in and out of the corridor, lobby, and kitchen, the only ugly aspect of this place were the stains everywhere, especially the dark ones, which were abundant and abundant mostly on the floor. This place has had a lot of torture endured to it, no doubt about it. Many people have rented here in the past, and I don’t doubt orgies like the imminent one were something that other rentees have done in the past here.

As everyone started settling in, catering to their cute and adorable animals, I found my best friend in the third room on the right side of the hallway looking at a computer screen. It had no internet connection, and apparently, it had no way to connect to internet, as someone pulled out its NIC card, or the wireless was disabled. My best friend is named James, by the way. He is a cybersecurity dork like I am, but he is more strange then I am. I did state that I love him for him being him earlier, but I do wanna restate it because James is someone that’s on my mind right now as someone who can’t fix the mess I’m currently in even though I love him.
James was doing his best to try and get the wireless to work, while I went to the kitchen to try and at least find bowls in the kitchen to give all the animals water, since it has been a long journey for most people getting here.

Before getting the bowls, I announced to everyone, “Make yourself comfortable. I’m gonna go get your little guys some water”.

People brought some snacks with them on the trip, I had noticed when they got into the van, but after I fetched the animals’ water, I was gonna ask everyone if they need anything anyway.
When I got back in the room to give the animals water, I was just about to announce that to everyone, but James interrupted me and monotonically said, “It’s gone. The N-I-C is not inserted!”

 I glanced at him from across the hall, and after he said that, I sarcastically said, “O-K! That’s great! I wasn’t looking forward to downloading anything anyway, since we have our Raspberry Pi and flash drive, but thanks, anyway!”

I then glanced at him a little more, he was just sitting there in the black rolly chair that was originally in the office, and he stared at the Windows 7 default screen, and said nothing.

“Whatever. I love you James, but why are you so weird sometimes?” I thought.

I then addressed the crowd of people in front of me and asked if anyone wanted pizza. The majority vote won over that statement, and I ordered a delivery for the lounge bar.

“Hey, James? Can you make sure that you get the pizza for us when the deliveryman gets here?”

“Yeah! Will do, mister Gabe Newell!”

My real name is not Gabe Newell, so I knew James was just being weird again like he always is.

The blue beds described earlier formed a contour throughout the room, as all seven beds circled the room in a sort of oval. To the left of my bed was the door, which leads into the hallway, and to the direct left to me on the other wall was a bed with one woman on it  and a German Shepard dog sitting on its owner’s lap and a bed that jutted out of the corner of the left side of the room with a man on it and his raccoon which was in a cage. On the wall opposite of where the door is and my bed, there was a bed directly in front of my line of vision that had one female on it and another German Shepard. The bed was slightly offset from the middle of the opposing wall, and I think the bed was put there to reflect the door being right in the line of sight from the female’s line of vision.
To the right of her bed, there was another bed attached to the corner of the room, but it had another woman on it and a white poodle who was sporting a continental clip. If I faced directly diagonally right, I would find a bed right below the bed in the corner with another bed that had one man on it and an adorable, light brown ferret hanging on to him. Directly to my right, there was a bed that looked uncomfortable because it was a queen sized bed smooshed between the bed with the ferret and my bed, so it looked like the room designer had nowhere else to put the bed. It featured a man and his brindle-colored female whippet. I knew the whippet was a female because my line of sight made it obvious that I could see the dog’s vagina when she was turning around to lick her master’s face.

Finally, on my bed, I was on the left-most side of the bed, which was closest to the opened blue door, and the two other men on the bed were on the right side of the bed. The first man had a golden Japanese Akita of a male variety, and the second man had a standard female Shiba Inu. Balto was sitting comfortably on my lap, facing to the German Shepard on the left side of the room, as I pet him softly. The two other dogs on my bed I was sitting on dogs were sniffing each other as I looked then at the middle of the room, which looked spacious. The three magenta beanbag couches where in the middle of the room, and had three men sitting in each chair who were facing me.

The first beanbag was in the back of the two other bean bags, and there was a man sitting there with no pet whatsoever. I assumed he was interested in zoophilia and had not had the ability to own a pet. In the front of him were two other beanbag couches that had a man in each beanbag. In the left-most beanbag, there was a man who had a domestic black cat in his lap, and he was petting the cat with some sort of glee on his face. The right-most beanbag couch had another man who had a Doberman Pincher on a chain-leash. The Doberman was standing on all fours and wagging his tail excitedly, as the owner was gently petting him.

I then addressed the crowd with explaining what will be done here, “So, I’m sure you are all anxious to start, but I want everyone to introduce themselves and their pets one by one. I would like it if everyone stated his or her name, age, three hobbies they like, their pet’s name, and three things you and your pet enjoy doing together. In regards to name and age, I prefer if you gave an alias or a handle name that does not identify you. We do need something to call you, though. Afterwards, the party will commence, in which one does not have to engage in sexual acts right away. We have two hours to do whatever we want. I will be setting up my Raspberry Pi in this TV over here and using my USB drive to put on a pornographic slideshow of dog porn. But before that, I want at least 15 minutes of socialization to happen here.  Anyway, I’m going to hand the spotlight to the wonderful lady over there to introduce herself. Remember, name, age, hobbies, pet name, and three things you love to do together. If you have no pets, explain what you would do together if you had one.”", "pools_count": 0, "title": "[WIP] Jordan: Zoophilic Meetup Story", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "169" }