****** Michelle: Birth of a Zoo by Bloodlightning ****** =============================================================================== Michelle: Birth of a Zoo There are few epiphanies in a person's life. One of mine was discovering I was Zoo. It occurred when I was 14 and attending middle-school. I was always shy and overweight. My strict religious upbringing compelled me to distrust most people and therefore had few friends. Up to this time, I was developing "normal" sexual interests. Like most others my age, I had the choice National Geographics between my mattress and boxspring with the pictures of the topless tribes of New Guinea or wherever. Then one day, after some rather vicious taunting by group of heartless human females, I was brooding in the library during my study period (since I finished my assignments quickly, I usually spent this time reading science-fiction stories unavailable to me at home). I came across a book by C.S. Lewis called "Out of the Silent Planet". It was on the whole a rather innocuous, dated story about a human kidnapped and taken to Mars; a world inhabited by a myriad sentient creatures (and plants!). However, one particular portion of the story struck me to the heart like a dragon's claw. The protagonist (I think his name was Ramsey) was befriended by a tribe of tall, stoatlike creatures called "hross". In this portion of the narrative, he lived with them for awhile and even joined with them on a hunt. Their kind, gentle demeanor just struck me in an odd way; there was no sexuality implied, but sensuality of these creatures triggered strong emotions within me. I cried (14-year-old boys don't often admit that) when one of the hross was killed by Ramsey's kidnappers I didn't know it yet, but the seed of my zoophilia had been planted. From that point on, I gradually lost interest in human sex and was drawn to the animal forms. Dragons and dinosaurs at first--I was attracted to their sleek, naked-looking bodies and long, slender legs--then real-life animals like lizards and horses. Up to this point, all my fantasies remained within the realm of my imagination and my left hand. When that wasn't enough, I began to take an interest in the neighborhood dogs. This was in the late 70's, before leash laws were enforced in my area. At first I let them lick my face and I allowed them to penetrate my mouth with their tongues. Later, I began fondling their genitals (when they were willing). This went on for about a year. Meanwhile, I began drawing pictures of humans and animals performing mutual sexual acts, and humans and anthropomorphic creatures (what are now called "furries") pleasuring each other The seed of my zoophilia had begun to germinate. Also, I wrote stories involving such relationships. Some were quite good. In fact, I used them as writing assignments at school (appropriately edited for content) and received high marks for them. However, when I tried writing purely non-sexual stories, they meandered and I simply lost interest. When I was 17, my family adopted a Labrador/German Shepherd mix female I named Michelle. She was a shy, beautiful dog that took weeks to finally settle down with us. When my parents weren't home, I would spend hours on the floor with her, gently entreating her to be more intimate with me. At first, she would not even lick my face--probably leftover training from her past owners. Then one day, she licked my tentatively on the cheek. I gently encouraged her to continue. She did it again. Then, like a thoroughbred released from the starting gate, she overcame her inhibition and began licking my face and open mouth with the desperation of lovers reunited after an eternity of separation. I felt in that moment that she had given herself to me heart and soul. I nearly wept! After that, when we had privacy, I would spend time caressing her and fondling her most sensitive areas. When I found the courage, I began kissing her teats and eventually found my way to her genitals. I savored every moment my lips and tongue were in contact with her bitchhood. I wanted to copulate with her, but I felt she wasn't ready yet, and I wasn't about to force anything on my precious Michelle. A few weeks later, she came into heat. At first, I avoided oral contact with her because of the blood, but I watched her genitalia enlarge and darken, and there was an odd, pleasant scent emanating from it. A few days later her fluids ran clear; she began acting oddly. She would rub-up against my leg and arch her back. This was particularly uncomfortable when she did it when my parents were in the room! They told me they would spay her once she was out of heat, so I knew this would be my only chance to consummate my love for Michelle. A warm, April night is when it happened. With the door to my room barricaded with the dresser, I played with Michelle uninhibitedly. When I felt she was ready, I undressed and knelt behind Michelle. She stood, looking at me and holding her tail to one side, exposing bitchhood to me. Already fully aroused, I positioned myself behind her and held my phallus against her genital opening. I gently pressed against it and watched and felt as my male member slipped into her. Once inside, her canal took an upward turn and I had to spread my legs and squat down to accommodate the angle. Meanwhile, she did her best to back down on me and after that period of awkwardness, we were well-coupled. The act was nothing like the vicious, thrusting penetrations one would see on the average low-budget porn video. The movements were small, rhythmic, and pleasurable for both of us. After a few quick thrusts, Michelle achieved orgasm and her vaginal muscles tightened and relaxed around my penis with every beat of her canine heart. It took a few more minutes for me, but I finally climaxed in her, nearly falling over from the dizziness I experienced amid the incredible sensations I was feeling. When it was over, she laid down next to me and I held her tight, stroking her head, full of gratitude for the "gift" she gave me. I told her I loved her and no matter what happened, I would always love her. I had sex with her at least once a night over the period of her midestrus (which lasted about a week). After that, her enthusiasm waned, and I conceded the affair was over. Oh, she might have let me into her, but it would only be I who would be satisfied, and that simply would not do. Then, true to their word, my parents had her spayed the next month. After her spaying, she lived with us for six months. Michelle and I shared many intimate moments that we both enjoyed, though copulatory sex was out of the question. To my surprise, she initiated oral sex with my penis and took great pride in bringing me to orgasm whenever the opportunity presented itself. Then tragedy struck. While walking Michelle on a frosty October morning, I slipped on some black ice on the sidewalk. Startled, I let go the leash. Michelle, unaware she was now loose, ran to my head and licked me desperately, evidently concerned about my welfare. I was okay and proceeded to scamper back to my feet. It was while I was distracted that it happened. Michelle had run out into the street after another dog she saw on the other side. A gray pickup truck was approaching. The wheels locked. On dry pavement, it would have been a near miss; this icy morning, there would not be such a fortuitous outcome. Worse, it was Michelle's instinct to come back to me rather than dodge the other way that sealed her fate. As I cradled her head in my lap, she looked up at me with eyes that seemed to say, "I'm sorry, my mate, I have to go now." And she yielded-up her soul. The driver of the truck wept as well, he saw what had happened and neither of us blamed the other. Eventually, the period of mourning passed, but the seed of my Zoophilia had firmly taken root. Since then, I have had like relationships with several dogs- -male and female. Later, I volunteered to be a caretaker for a stable that housed horses for a therapeutic riding program for disabled persons. It was there I met a beautiful, loving palomino named Hilda, and a saucy coquette of a goat named Sunshine, but that's a story for another time. In all these years since, I have never had a consumal relationship with another human and oddly don't miss it. Oh, watching an erotic love scene in a movie might elicit a physical reaction, but I figure it's just some vestigial instinct and the reaction passes soon enough. Through all these years I have had to keep my feelings to myself. It wasn't until I bought a Webtv terminal and gained access to the internet that I found I was indeed not alone. I have found several places and forums that discuss my lifestyle and now I'm beginning to share my feelings with others online. This has been a great relief to my heart--to know I'm not alone! Right now I am still mourning the loss of my latest canine mate. Wendy and I were one for twelve years and we were always there for each other. We shared our essences together throughout her life until I had to commit the ultimate act of love and relieve her of her geriatric pangs and illnesses though a peaceful, everlasting sleep. For the first time since Michelle, I am alone again, the shadows of my past mates still prance and play within my mind and they visit me in my dreams to give of themselves unselfishly. As for me, I have come here to tell the tale that is and was... the birth of a Zoo. Your humble servant, Bloodlightning Sleek and slender, your defender, ever ready to serve your need; //Heart of fire, flying higher, your ev'ry request shall I heed. (sound of French horns playing ruffles and flourishes in the background) This story is part of White_Shadow's_Nasty_Stories. You may also want to visit: * Erotic_Top_100_Story_Sites * Sexy_Top_100_Stories