Somehow out of a quiet, conservative family and community, I managed to grow and mature with a very open view of sexuality. My childhood was split between living in a rural town in one state and the more suburban coastal cities of another. Early in my life I developed a love for reading fantasy. I was in love with unicorns and dragons. I had read several of Anne McCaffrey's Dragonriders of Pern stories and a few of Mercedes Lackley's Heralds of Valdemar novels before I was 13 years old. I'm sure a lot of zoophile's would rate Beauty and the Beast as the movie that first piqued their interest, but I can't deny that The Little Mermaid was actually my younger self's favorite Disney movie. Personally I'm surprised that Disney hasn't been targeted by more conservative mom groups considering how many people blame their 'unique' sexual interests on their movies. (Beauty and the Beast for zoo's and Disneys version of Robin Hood for the furry communities)

I don't want to linger on my childhood, but I think it's important to note one aspect of it, because I really feel like it's contributed to my own sexual views. As a kid, starting around the age of 8, I started to obsess over animals. I'd constantly be imitating them. I watched the discovery channel documentaries. I'd only check out books about animals from both the school and county libraries while everyone else was crowded around the 'Goosebumps' books and 'The Babysitters Club'. I checked out mostly horse books , but others as well. My grandparents (who raised me at that time) ordered those info cards that came in the mail to collect. They bought the binder and I'd clip them in order. I had like five books absolutely full of animal info cards. It's probably a waste of time that I didn't become a zoologist, considering how much I learned and how much I still remember to this day. But the weird thing was the imitation.

My aunts and uncles all commented to my grandparents that I should see a specialist. One uncle just thought it was funny, and he'd always ask 'What dog are you today?' every time he'd see me. I'd try and reply with an obscure breed to try and stump him, but apparently I just succeeded in weirding out my family. At 10-11 years old I could perfectly imitate a horses whinny. I was known as the 'horse-girl' at school. At this time I was over weight for my age, and that combined with puberty and my strange fascination with animals meant I didn't have many friends. I can't really remember being 'shocked' by the idea of humans and animals having sex with each other. I started looking at 'furry' art on the internet at 13, the same time I started roleplaying online with people as a wolf on Neopets and other forum sites. From there I found the forum communities for people who believed they were werewolves. My love of fantasy adult fiction started not longer after that.

The next year I moved to the city with my mom and step dad. This meant a couple things for me. For one, I dropped a lot of the weight my grandparents let me gain as a child, and that I was now exposed to pet's being allowed in the house. My mom and step dad had a lanky mutt named Bobo. He was hyper all the time because they kept him outside during the day and only brought him in to sleep at night. He was fixed, but I remember having my first 'zoo' experience with him.

There really wasn't anything leading up to it. Not a moment of planning, just a strange, random act when we were alone. I grabbed a piece of lunch meat, dropped my pants and sat down in the hallway. Leaning back on my hand with my legs out to the sides in front of me, I placed a piece of the sandwich meat on my knee. He seemed to be immediately put off by the fact that I didn't have any pants on. Honestly I would be been a little creeped out too if I was him. He slowly walked up and carefully snatched the lunch meat up. I put another piece closer to the apex of my thighs, and carried on until I had him carefully snatching up a piece of lunch meat off of my mound. He didn't use his tongue, which frustrated me, but I could tell how uncomfortable he was about it. Suddenly I was so embarrassed over what I'd done. There was a little shame, a little guilt and I didn't try anything with him after that. It wasn't a really jarring experience and it didn't affect my life at all. It didn't even change the way I interacted with Bobo.

Two years after that my mom brought home a fully grown, unentered male white german shepherd named Storm. He was absolutely gorgeous, all white with a bit of creamy tan in his ears and down his spine. His tail had that swooping curve at the end that caused the longish hairs there to look like a silky fan. Any time I took him for a walk, someone would always comment on what a beautiful dog he was, without fail. Unfortunately we didn't have him for very long, and what did happen between us was very tame. I had been laying in bed one afternoon with Storm. My little sister was also in the room, playing on our computer. She was facing away from us. As with any bored 16 year old girl laying in bed, I was getting horny. Storm was laying on his side, also facing away from me. I rolled over onto my side and ran my hand through his fur, petting his belly until I reached his large sheath. I eyed it for a moment, lightly petting around the area before I gently grabbed it. He didn't really react, and it wasn't like I was going to go any further so I quickly grew bored and found something else to occupy my time with. It wasn't long after that my mom found a new home for Storm, so it was about 3 years later before my next chance to experiment with zoophilia.

Around 2 years after Storm, I joined the army and was stationed in Texas. This part of my history can get pretty lengthy, and it's still pretty sensitive so I'm going to skip over a lot of details. I got married right out of AIT (job training basically) and moved off post. I got pregnant a month into our marriage, and about six months after that my then-husband was sent to South Korea for a year. A few months before he left, however, we bought a doberman pinscher puppy and named him Loki. When it was just Loki and I was when things started to get interesting. Loki was impossible to keep away when I was masturbating. I'd be sitting in my chair in front of my computer with my vibrator and Loki would be right there, sniffing curiously and trying to lick at me if I let him get close enough. He was still very young, only 6 or 7 months, but he was big enough to get his paws up on my chair and his nose right in my crotch. Despite my earlier explorations with dogs, I still pushed him away at first. He was just a puppy! That mentality didn't last long however.