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Here is my one and only story which was written quiet a few years ago and first posted and featured on AOZ, I've also posted on Beastforum and Zville, it's 100% pure fantasy (unfortunately) however if i'm ever lucky enough to meet the right partner i'd happily work to making it a reality. lol Please enjoy 😉🐶 Chapter 1 The drive home from picking you up at the airport to our secluded 150 acres of paradise didn’t take long as it was only 1pm and traffic out of the city was minimal, still it seemed to take forever for you.You had been away visiting your parents for the last two weeks and missing me, home and probably most of our two purebred stud Labs, we have a chocolate one Franky and a golden Ralph.We have other animals as well...

Something in how they looked at me was so dominant and raw. They were entirely indifferent to anything I wore, how I did my makeup, and they definitely had no interest in how I was feeling that day except if I was horny. Typical males. But how did they know? I felt confused enough about sex and always refused even the slightest hint of anything sexual with boys but yet aunt Erika’s dogs always had a different effect on me and towards me, always, every time. And I felt it. After aunt Erika died we were convinced uncle Lucas would move abroad but instead he dedicated himself to his work and the house, even hiring a personal builder to renovate everything, but the best for me is he kept Mykah and Kobus. They were both Belgian Shepherd's...

Saint Francis File 2 : Billy and Caroline Clemons<br style="background-color:#ffffff;color:#4f4040;font-size:14.6667px;" />   #2 of Saint Francis Stories <div>     Dr. Jennifer "Jen" Lewis began her Wednesday morning at the Saint Francis Human and Animal Psychology Center with a small coffee and a stack of papers. She smiled looking over her itinerary for her new patients of the day. She finished her morning ritual of paperwork and coffee before the familiar buzz of the intercom broke the zen of the silence around her office.     "Doctor Lewis, Mr. and Ms. Clemons have arrived, shall I send them in?"  The receptionist, Laura, chimed in to the intercom. In the background there was the sound of yelling...

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Zoo/Furry – M Human/Canine Furries.  Fiction.  ***WARNING*** The following story contains graphic descriptions of sexual relations between humans and anthropomorphic animals.  If you are underage or are offended by such material, please stop reading here and delete this file from your computer.  (c) 2017 by Dingo Jay.  May be freely re-distributed or posted on FREE web sites or newsgroups, complete and with this header.  No modifications or editing, please.  This document is the intellectual property of the author and may not be used on pay sites or sold in print, stored on disk or other electronic media where the sale price exceeds the production and / or distribution cost without the author's permission. A Connecticut Yankee in the...

Okay, gotta see if this will take pdf's ... Nuts, "Upload Failed." I'll have to convert this to a text file and load it later. Some of you know this story; I didn't want it to get lost when the ZF archives go into cold storage. Later.

Zoophilia - M/Wolf.  Fiction.  ***WARNING*** The following story contains graphic descriptions of sexual relations between humans and animals.  If you are underage or are offended by such material, please stop reading here and delete this file from your computer.  (c) 1999, 2002 by Dingo Jay.  May be freely re- distributed or posted on FREE web sites or newsgroups, complete and with this header.  No modifications or editing, please.  This document is the intellectual property of the author and may not be used on pay sites or sold in print, stored on disk or other electronic media where the sale price exceeds the production and / or distribution cost without the author's permission.  Any trademarks mentioned in this story are...

As my car’s tires had squealed in protest negotiating the serpentine mountain road to the old resort, I was struck by how unchanged it all was from my childhood a half century before.  Around every curve, frozen in time, were familiar old homes, even log cabins.    Missing here were the strip malls and big box stores that had, like noxious weeds, choked out most of the places I remembered so fondly from my youth. This place was good for the soul. Why had it been so long since I had made the hour’s journey?   The venerable old place has memories for me from every stage of my life, and on this warm summer day they came flooding back.  I remembered riding up to the resort in the back of my uncle’s car as a...

I wrote this for the Halloween episode of Zooier then Thou. While they did not read all of this story on the podcast. They did use it for transitions. They also read the whole story in its own bonus episode for the YouTube channel. I wrote this under my Desert Rat pen name. Hope you enjoy the read. The Legend of Thomas Granger By Desert Rat Now the New World is no stranger to its own monsters and spirits. The West is haunted with the ghost of natives, pioneers, and old sourdoughs. The most famous of America’s ghost is that of the headless horseman of Sleepy Hallow. The hessian solder who lost his head to a cannonball during the American Revolutionary War. Yet this tale is not about the headless rider hunting for heads, but one of the...

I grew up on a small farm in Nevada. It was never that big and we never made much money. At the end of the year the bills were paid and we had food on the table even if we had to eat beans and rice most of the time supplemented by what we could catch fishing or hunting. Mom worked odd jobs under the table to keep up on the bills. My dad farmed and drank. Being the son of the town drunk was never easy. I may have grown up dirt poor but I was happy. I was around 12 when my life changed. It was late in the year as I had moved back into my parents house from my small out door room as the weather was growing colder. The out building I lived in most of the summer was a single room that housed a bed, a dresser, and my desk. It was perfect...

"God of Dog´s" is a mix of explicit beastiality-erotica, Horror and Gothic Novel. It contains some violence and evil stuff. It is about the archivist Viktor Ohlen, who works on an entrepeneur`s estate. He meets Lyssa, who is after a grotesque south-american dog statue, that is part of it. As Viktor gets involved with Lyssa and her four-legged protector Inu, he soon fings himself entangled with a malicious cult.... God of dogs The stature Viktor Ohlen had been working at the ethnological research center in Langenfeld for four years. He was delighted when Dr. Innenstedt called him into her office that morning to entrust him with cataloging the Ehrenreich estate. After the interview, Viktor took the elevator down to the storage...

Busted in the Fur World By Dingo Jay My second summer working in the Fur World was rapidly coming to a close. My small crew and just a few outside contractors had stood up eleven cell towers, installed the electronics and brought the sites online. At least three of those sites provided coverage to places that previously never had telephone service of any kind. We needed to complete one more tower before calling it a season, though the boys and I agreed we could likely finish two before the weather closed in. I found myself awake before my alarm went off; though once my brain started working, I realized that it was Wednesday. The Fur traditional day off, or Midweek as they call it. I still hadn’t quite gotten used to that schedule. I...

Heterogenit Heterogenit was coined in 1868 during the development of sexual orientation, to describe the act of humans being sexually involved with animals. Heterogenit is an arrogant and presumptuous interrogation of the recontextualization of reality in an incoherent slap fight with cultural detritus. Heterogenit is a serialized piece of experimental narrative fiction, in an indeterminate amount of installments, posted on this website. Heterogenit is gleefully and spitefully interpreted and adapted without permission from various sources. Heterogenit is, ultimately, the rambling of a tedious dullard. ---------------- Before the Dogscape, I'd read this book called Dogopolis written by Chris Pearson. It detailed the development...

Sandey by the Resident Hyaena ^..^ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (An explanatory note, massively edited, expanded and updated from a much shorter one that originally appeared with the first part of this story at The Zoowriters Group in may 2001. It will now serve as an introduction to the story). Hello there. My online name is Resident Hyaena (a name that came about more by accident than design). I'm a Zoo, most specifically, an Ornithophile, a lover of Birds. For some time now, I've been working on a Zoo short story (originally in response to a Zoo story writing competition at Silverwolf's original Zoowriters Group). As the contest was presented, prospective...

Zoophilia - M/F/Dogs.  Fiction.  ***WARNING*** The following story contains graphic descriptions of sexual relations between humans and animals.  If you are underage or are offended by such material, please stop reading here and delete this file from your computer.  (c) 2001 by Dingo Jay.  May be freely re-distributed or posted on FREE web sites or newsgroups, complete and with this header.  No modifications or editing, please.  This document is the intellectual property of the author and may not be used on pay sites or sold in print, stored on disk or other electronic media where the sale price exceeds the production and / or distribution cost without the author's permission.  Any trademarks mentioned in this story are property of...

I finally managed to translate one of my old stories and decided to post it here. Please keep in mind that it was translated from my native language and my English vocabulary is more limited. Anyway I hope you will enjoy it. The observation For the past few hours I have been lying down in grass carefully hidden behind a bush. I was investing a significant amount of effort into staying quiet and not moving. I had my Olympus digital camera in front of me on a robust tripod. It was equipped with a short, thick 800mm focal length Sigma mirror lens originally intended for star photography. These are not usually used for animal photography. On the other hand I was not taking photos of a usual animal. My camera was pointed at an...

Stacey nearly dropped her keys as she unlocked the door. She grumbled - it had been a long, long day. A senior manager for a large internet security company, Stacey was often on her feet all day, constantly planning, supervising, having to be in constant control of everything, from her appearance to how fast the people under her got their jobs done. It was exhausting, and there were days she hated the high pressure job. More often, she enjoyed the challenge... but she still relished the opportunity to relax and leave that world behind for an evening. She wasn't surprised when Smokey greeted her. He always held the same posture, ears laid back as his tail wagged frantically, body low - as if he thought she might never have come back, as...

 <a class="ipsAttachLink" href="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/file/attachment.php?id=1527">Stormy.docx</a>   Stormy Pt.1: Beginnings   Jake finished cleaning the stalls at the McCooley Stables farm by early afternoon. The grain and water buckets filled, fresh white wood shavings spread and stall doors wipe down with bleach water till they shone whitewash pure. He'd spend the afternoon spreading, but now would soon be a quiet time. The day was hot though, and despite their having various trees and shelter roofs scattered through their paddocks, the horses, especially the 3 and 4 year olds and the stud, would have to come into the cooler, open barn. The heat and flies would make them sweat, and maybe lose weight, and...

Wrote this a while ago, so thought i would share. My attempt at humor lol.    HOW TO HAVE SEX WITH A MARE IN 30 STEPS<br style="color:rgb(40,40,40);font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br style="color:rgb(40,40,40);font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Step 1: Buy a Mare<br style="color:rgb(40,40,40);font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Step 2: Realize the horse you bought has only one hole in back …. not a mare … return stallion.<br style="color:rgb(40,40,40);font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Step 3: Buy new mare … checking 1st to make sure there are 2 holes in back .. check<br style="color:rgb(40,40,40);font-family:helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Step 4: Didn’t realize horses have horns ... neighbor says you...