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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...

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...

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...

(A true story, previously posted on BF) Suddenly the lights flickered and died and the email I was composing shrank to a dot on my computer screen.  I closed the email without saving it because I didn’t really want to write it in the first place. Then the power sputtered on again, only to fail a second and final time.  The beeping alarm on my UPS meant I had only a few minutes to shut down my computer and I barely managed to do so when the UPS went down.  As the noise of the air conditioner died away I heard the first distant rumblings of the storm. It didn’t take a genius to realize that the far off storm was the culprit and that if it had manage to interrupt our power from so far away we must be dealing with a...

Here's a brief but true short story. I was attending my late grandfather's funeral and after most of the people had left I was having a conversation with the Funeral Director. We were talking about interesting things people did at the funerals he directed. One stood out in my mind: he said that a family wanted to bring their dog to the funeral to see his master for one more time. When they brought the dog into the room with the open casket, the dog bolted and ran straight toward his dead master. Only thing was that the body was embalmed, and the funeral director had no idea how the dog knew from a distance that it was's his master. The dog stood silently over the casket paying his last respects. I shed a tear.

<p style="text-indent:.5in;"> This is a sort of inversion of H. P. Lovecraft's "Rats in the Walls". He wrote much, both fiction and nonfiction, on the premise that the unknown and uncivilized is to be feared and hated. I've simply taken that premise and flipped it on its head; that which is different can be beautiful. Not much is explicit until the end, and even then, more is implied than stated. I hope you enjoy it. <p style="text-indent:.5in;"> On July 16, 2019, I moved into Graham Priory after the last coats of varnish dried from the bannisters. Restoring the ancient monastery had taken long hours by legions of workers with a large budget, to prop it up and make it livable after centuries as an abandoned wreck, but those same...

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...

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...

This one was of my earliest attempts at story-telling in written form. I wrote this many years ago and have hopefully improved as a writer over the years. “My First Time” by k9guyinTX     As a teenager, I was living in a neighborhood in Sherman, Texas, right on the edge of town and surrounded by farms on all sides.. My family had made friends with many of the local farmers and I made extra money in the summertime cleaning stalls, hay lofts, etc... Anyway, one farming family was going on vacation for the week and asked my parents if would drop by a couple of times a day and water their plants and put food out for their full sized female collie, Duchess. Duchess and I had gotten close enough to be familiar with each other...

<p style="margin-bottom:0in;"> I wrote this over 10 years ago and it was my first attempt at fantasy writing.  As I am not an author by trade nor was I a stellar student, please forgive some of the infractions that are in this story. I welcome your feedback. <p style="margin-bottom:0in;"> Note: I had written a continuation of this story and uploaded it to a site many years ago. That site has sense gone under and I don't have the rest of it saved anywhere. There was more, but now it exists as digital dust somewhere floating around in cyberspace. <p style="margin-bottom:0in;">   <p style="margin-bottom:0in;"> K9Guy's Fantasy (a bit of a long read) <p style="margin-bottom:0in;">   <p style="margin-bottom:0in;">   <p...

This is my second attempt at story-telling in the written form and was penned many years ago.       My attraction to male dogs is odd because in all other ways, I am a mostly straight guy. Male dogs are a different story though. I did not start out that way, I was originally only interested in female dogs, but I had a fascination for male dogs. I would not let myself explore it because I beleived it to be bad but more and more I found myself drawn to stories, pictures, and videos of guys and male dogs. The first time I worked up the nerve and had the chance to be with a male dog, it was unbelievable. Sadly, the male dogs I have been around have all been fixed and not been capable of doing much more than licking...

I've recently become interested in Ferals, so I decided to try my hand at writing about them.  This is kind of a quickie that I wrote over a weekend. My Friend Kaspar  A Dog Story by Dingo Jay                                                            Fun With Ferals (Dog), M/M, No Humans. Oh, hello there!  I suppose I should introduce myself.  My name is Rollie and I’m a Canine.  I’m of the four-legged variety or a Feral as the Furry folk call us.  As far as race goes, I suppose I’m Doberman cross Rottweiler, or something of the sort.  I’m big and beefy and in colour, I’m black on top with reddish below, with a shiny coat.  I have a longish, thick tail and my ears are uncut and rather droopy.  My ears aren’t the only bits that 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...

This story is about a guy meeting a new dog from some place in the woods as he was just hiking through and found a dog that seemed lonely, and abandoned. Part 2 for this story was going to be worked on... But I lost it, and just haven't gotten the time to work on a part 2.  Lonely love - fiction.    Upon having a heart broken from losing my lover. I found new love from a girl who I always gleamed at. She used to be  with someone but never treated her right. She was a beautiful lab with a natural clean coat all black.  When I saw her she was drinking from a puddle of water, and came up to her slowly. She seemed scared for some reason.  I looked in her eyes and felt like I was asking her telepathically what was...

Figured I'd copy one of my very first stories I've made on BF years ago. I made a couple of more, but they're on another site. Some I tried to work on, but has just sat abandoned. Let me know how it is. I'll put up another story I made to make up for what I'm sure is not too great below. But it was my first time wanting to write up a story. So I gave it a shot! Let's say, this was made when I was introducing myself into zoo.   It started as a young guy named Jon who slowly was beginning to find out who he was. After several years being at a family get together, his aunt had a dog, a little white Yorkie. She's a little cutie. After showing up, and saying hello, chatting, and grabbing something to eat, he sat down in the...