There are those first moments that have changed our lives. All of us have experienced these things, in every aspect of our lives, that have determined the way we view behaviors and beliefs, determining a new course in our life. Many of us have asked are we born like this? There may be conditions that have allowed for us to make this choice, but what were the event or events, subtle or blatant, that actually changed us, compelled us to be a zoo or beastie?

How did those moments change you? Where are you today? What was your path to this destination, in this moment?

Many of your questions have been covered in other "How did you get started" threads. So I suggest you check those out.

I never thought it until I watched a surveillance recording of a woman having sex with her employers dog. When others were all decrying what they were witnessing, I was enthralled by it. I was like, "Wow this is something I'd love to try too. It was even my job to inform the woman that she had been discovered.

I so badly wanted to befriend her so that I could learn more about it. However I was just to scared and worried others would become suspicious. I also seriously thought about talking the elderly dog owner into giving the dog to me to. Again fear of what others might think stopped me. :(

These feelings helped me decide to get a dog of my own. B)

A very interesting subject for sure!

There are so many firsts in our lives, what was the defining moment? When did i 'know', or did i know or suspect? In my own case, i don't think i knew until i heard the word Zoo!

For me it has been apart of my life 'for ever', i never thought much of it, i heard and knew there where others who also loved there animals in a special way, but that to me, was natural.
It wasn’t until I heard the actual word ‘zoo’ that i started to ponder about it.

I of course knew it was not frowned up on and i knew it was taboo and that i had to keep it a secret, and yet it didn't occur to me weather or not i (we) where ‘different’ then anyone else!
I came to the conclusion that I didn’t think we where, and still don’t by the way!

I can so vividly remember the first time i ever saw a human do something with an animal.
It was a very warm day in July, a neighbor to a friend of mine, a quite older man had been bringing in hay with his big chestnut mare.

He's leading her into the stable as I’m approaching. He’s in washed out blue cotton shorts and clogs, snow-white hair on his head, his body is taught and firm from years of hard labor. His big chest, with a dark farmers tan has a dusting of white hairs going down into his shorts.

I never called out to him, maybe it was the way he was stroking her neck already when he was walking into the stable with her, that caught my attention? I don't know, i just knew that i should keep quiet!

Once at the barn, i carefully opened the stable door, the man does not hear me come in, since he was so preoccupied with getting the gear of the mare.
So without him knowing, i was standing silent as a mouse, right inside the stable door.

The man had started to talk and brush his mare, one hand using the brush; the other hand kept stroking her sides. Soon enough he came to her big rump, he’s now more caressing then stroking, almost like hands of a lover not a caretaker.

Each stroke carefully caressed her big muscles, I was awestruck and felt tingly all over, almost bubbly and high from the anticipation of what was unfolding before my eyes.
His huge working man hands started to stroke the inside of her tight, beginning at tail and following her feminine curb down her big leg.

He was humming almost soothingly to the mare, which was standing perfectly still, yet alert, seemingly welcoming his attention.

Her tail started to lift slightly to accommodate his wandering hands, as her tail was fully lifted I saw her black velvety pussy, that now started to ‘blink’ at him.

I almost jumped, when he all of a sudden moved one step back and stood directly behind her, both hands now caressing her big black velvety lips.

Only the breathing from the man could be heard in the otherwise silent stable, he was gasping shallow, almost drawing painfully quick hard breaths.
My own breathing was by now just as shallow, heart beating a million miles per hour and I felt like every cell of my being was alert, on edge.

Suddenly the man stretches out one leg, and with the help of his foot he draws a milking footstool in front of him. It is only now, I start to pay attention to him, what was he doing, and why the foot stool?

I see one of his hands reach for his shorts and he quickly pulls them down to mid thigh, pulling out his erect cock.

He reaches over to the shelf beside him, pulls down a jar, snap open the lid, uses one hand and digs out a handful of grease, which he gently strokes over the mares pussy. He quickly puts the lid on the jar and put it back on the shelf, his hand is still covered in grease, which he now strokes over his cock.

To me this was so erotic I was almost beside my self of arousal, the mares black pussy was glistening with grease as was the mans very erect cock.
One sift move with his hand and he pulls her tail fully away, as he slowly leans close and start to rub the head of his cock on her blinking pussy.

Ever so softly he enters her, inch-by-inch his cock disappears until he is fully lodged into her. He stops for a brief moment and then he begins his climb towards orgasm, slowly at first then faster and faster he let’s his cock go in and out of her.

It is at this point I no longer can keep quiet, I let out a whimper of lust, he turns his head, eyes wide open, but unable to contain him self…. he empties him self inside of her with a moan.

Ah yes, there are many firsts, this…for me was only the beginning of firsts…

Great subject thread Silky...I am looking forward to hearing from others that will share as you have ;)

My aunt and uncle first bought me my dog as a graduation present when I moved out. I loved the dog from the moment I met him and we became instant friends at my new house since I lived alone and always talked with him about everything.

One of my best friends is a zoo and I didnt really know that until i told her i got a dog and she started talking to me about things. I got so interested in it that a friend hooked me up with this website and thats when I joined here

I read a How To or something on here and tried it out, instantly I got attached and my dog loved it, and he seemed as into it as I was.

I guess that is how i really got started and never looked back. I have helped a two friends, including my girlfriend get involved with this to, its amazing

OMG Sweetallis, you really know how to put a man in your shoes! I got so hard reading that description! But you left us hanging! What was his reaction? Did you have other experiences with him?

Sweetallis, that is an awesome story! You tell it very VERY well! A 10, and I hope to read more :)

Mine is a little more somber. We've all heard that you never know what you have until it is gone. I had a shepherd/lab female a long time ago who was my best friend, protector, I even thought of her as a mother of sorts. My only friend really, and the one being I could count on for companionship and love when things were bad at home (which was most of the time). I remember the day I found her like it was yesterday, shot dead by a neighbor for trespassing. I buried her, and cried like I had never cried before or since. Not even when close human family members passed have I ever felt emotion like that.

It was in the grief, that I realized then and even more so over the years just how much she meant to me. I have a reoccurring dream to this very day of her, walking up the long, dirt driveway, as if she had actually come home that day. But I always wake up before she gets to me. Sometimes I even like to fantasize that when I die, I'll run down that driveway to meet her.

I'd say it is that moment when I knew she was gone forever, the realization of the love which I had taken for granted; that is what changed me forever. The rest of it was just realizing what I'd already known since then.

This post has been edited by guthwulf on Oct 22 2009, 08:36 PM

Sad story, guthwolf. With luck, someday you will be reunited. -_-

As for me, my first ever "unnatural" attraction to an animal was to my best friend's family's female shepherd/collie mix. I had never put into consideration that humans and dogs might be sexually compatible until I saw her vagina. I never made any advances on her for fear of what was going on, disrespecting the family, etc.
Since then I have, of course, accepted who I am for what it's worth, and realized that there is more to an animal/human relationship than the prospect of sex. At first, it was just another kink. Now I have actual complex emotions towards most animals.

Thank you 'Guthwulf'!

My heart goes out to you, what a beautiful love story!
I'm sad to hear it ended so horribly, but i am sure when your time comes,
she will greet you with a wagging tail! :heart:

Thank you ‘old zoo’

Our eyes were locked into each other’s as the orgasm rips through his body, jerk after jerk.
I could read both fear and lust in his faces, as I’m sure he could in mine. For a few seconds it was as if the world stood still, his blue eyes pierced my brown, no, I’m sure they where black of lust not my normal brown color.

There I were, standing in a small flowery summer dress, on wobbly legs that barely cold hold me upright, my black long hair hanging almost like a drape over my face, mouth slightly open, desperately trying to get air into and out of my lungs.
One hand clutching my breast, pinching my hard nipple between index and middle finger, the other hand was firmly lodged in my crotch, ferociously fingering my self, so desperate for release.

He’s just standing there, up on his milking stool, short’s mid thigh, cock now out of the mare, slick, wet and dripping right before my eyes. That was when the orgasm hit me, it was like a tidal wave, ripple after ripple, knees almost buckled and I fell back against the wall, panting.

Our eyes never left each other’s faces, the silence was ear deafening!

Finally, we spoke;
- So ‘Blackie’ (that was what he affectionately called me, due to my black hair)………
- Yeah, ….sooo…… I said brightly smiling, with eyes sparkling.
- I ..ummm…have to take care of the ol girl, from time to time, he said smiling awkwardly as he patted the mares rump.
- Yes, I guess you do I answered matter of factly.

Eyes still locked, nothing was said for quite a while, he pulls up his shorts, I flatten my dress.
- It’s too warm, and I think we need to cool off after this…pausing….
He continues…’want to go for a swim?….Afterwards, I suppose we can go riding!’
- Yeah, I do! I answered with a smile on my face.

Well I guess we where both grinning really, secure in the fact that we just shared something very special, something we both would keep quiet about, and that it was something we most likely would do again, probably more then once. Starting as soon as we got back from the swim…

During the swim I found out, we where each other’s firsts, and yet…we had just begun!

Guthwolf,

Your story makes me realize that I had a very similar moment. I was not new to being a horse zoo and had owned two other mares, both of which I had been forced to part with when my life hit certain twists and turns. Then I got this beautiful walking horse mare. We immediately hit it off in ways I had never fully connected with the other two. I would later realize that it had not been their fault, but mine. I had not seen them for what they really were.

I had just bought this farm, and I felt that I would have this mare until she was passed from old age. I was a bachelor, living alone, and this mare and I would take long rides through the beautiful mountain country. There were few neighbors back then and we were isolated in our world. She was not only a fantastic riding horse, but she genuinely loved our extra curricular activities.

We would make love in her pasture almost every night, and often we I would dismount while riding her in some remote place and make slow sensual love to her as we enjoyed the beauty of the woods or mountain scenery.

I had only to take her. She never took a single step away when she knew what I wanted and would allow me to position her in places where the terrain made our coupling possible. Up until that time, I suppose I was really a beastie, not a zoo. I took good care of my horses, but I had limited attachment. I did not realize what she was doing to me and that I was bonding with her in ways I had not bonded with any living creature and that she was showing me how special her kind really is, but it happened so gradually that I was not aware of it.

Then one day she went off her feed and I called the vet. She was severely coliced and he tubed her and pumped mineral oil into her stomach. It did not work, so we transported her to the vet hospital. What followed was one horrible mistake after another. I won't recount them or I will get enraged yet today. In the end, she got no competent attention and she died in pain as I watched helplessly.

At first I was incredibly angry. But after I got home a grief set in that I just could not believe. It was worse than any of the considerable horrible experiences life had already dealt me. I sat on the steps outside the front porch and began to sob. The sobs turned to wailing and soon I was howling like an animal. I howled until I lost my voice. I did not eat or go to work for two days. When I could cry no more I just curled up in a ball. I could not believe the pain.

For several years I did not have a horse. Then when I decided to get another one, I was amazed to find that I had a whole new kind of relationship with her. Equines have owned me ever since. Yes they are wonderful lovers, but I would still be around them every day even if there was no possibility of sex. In fact, I have some geldings with which I have never been intimate and I love them just as much.

Sweetallis,

Thank you so much for filling out that wonderful story. You really are a very talented writer! If you have written other stories, please let us know where they can be found.

The first time I seen another girl with a dog lick between her leg it aroused my curiosity and shortly there after when that canine licked me down there it aroused a feeling deep inside me that has remained with me for the rest of my life. :inlove:

Thank you silky, your experiences and posts have always been exciting and insightful.
You always are a 10

This post has been edited by SillyGooz on Oct 23 2009, 03:54 PM

Sweet Allis, Thank you for such a wonderful and exciting story of your experiences. These are those moments, that that brought us to where we are today. Thinking about you standing there, experiencing those first taboo moments in your life, identifying your own sexuality with what you were seeing, feeling your own need of orgasmic release, and entering a new realization in your life.
Wow.