Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 13:20:58 -0500
From: R D <ssingerr60115@gmail.com>
Subject: We Are Zoophiles

This is a story that contains sex between humans and dogs, as well as some
incestous content.

If that isn't your interest, feel no need to read further.
Please, no one under 18, do not read this where it is illegal to do so.

This is my first piece submitted to Nifty. I am so happy to be part of this
community.  Please feel free to contact me with praise. If I get a really
positve reception, I might even try making a follow-up.

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It started as a joke.  Miles liked to ride in the back of the school
bus. It was a wild and lawless place where the noisy rumbling kept the
voices of the boys concealed from the dumb little kids in the front rows.

"So what it like getting sucked off by your brother?" Miles asked as one of
the boys pull his cock from the mouth of his twin, wedged awkwardly between
his legs and the bus seat in front of him. Eric and Emmit were perverts,
through and through. Miles told himself he was above it, but he knew better
than to narc on them. Living in the middle of nowhere, you had to take any
friend you could find, even if they were godless pervs. Eric and Emmit,
Emmit and Eric. Both blonde and scrawny, hair shaved down to a military
buzz cut. Eric ignored the question as he sifted his fingers through his
twin's hair before pulling him back down on the twitching cock. He snorted
through his nose, bucking his hips as drool dribbled down his cock and over
his balls.

Miles liked to watch. It was the barrier that kept him from thinking he was
gay. He would tell himself that it was just because he liked thinking about
blowjobs. It was just the hormones. But the two redneck twins were pretty
unstoppable, and Miles had grown used to their antics. Miles rolled his
eyes and turned towards the window, acting like he didn't care. "You guys
are fucking weird."

"It's better than fucking those sheep like you do!" Eric replied, pulling
his cock from his brother's mouth and smearing it across his twin's
face. Miles could only tell them apart because Emmit was the bottom,
through and through. His eyes would light up as he choked and gagged on
dick.

"Yeah, Miles, you should let me suck you off some time! It would feel a lot
better," Emmit called before swallowing the twitching cockhead, elicting an
affectionate headpat from his brother.

"Fuck you," Miles said playfully, adjusting his hard cock in his jeans. He
wanted to jerk off, but he could see his stop looming in the distance. He
knew better than to start something he couldn't finish. He gave the boys a
nod as he moved towards the front. "Later, freaks."

Eric shrugged with a grin, "Later, sheepfucker."

That stuck in his head.  Miles laid in his bed, hand drifting down his
smooth stomach.  All the boys talked. Making jokes about sucking dick if
they weren't actually doing it themselves. They would joke about taking it
in the ass. Mostly, they would talk about which girls they would fuck, even
if they were virgins. Though things changed in the last year. Some of the
guys began to lose their virginity and soon it was all anyone could talk
about. Miles wasn't gay. He told himself that again, trying to convince
himself. He so often thought of how good it would feel to let go and let
Emmit take care of him. Miles slipped his hand into his boxers and squeezed
his hard cock. He peeled the foreskin back slowly before rolling it back
over the head, letting the precum bubble up, damp spot growing wider on his
underwear.

Sheep fucker.  He closed his eyes and began to think about it, how that
could feel. A hot warm pussy gripping around him, no stress or fear of
pregnancy or drama, just able to pump away all he likes. He began to jerk
his cock faster . His hand drifted up his smooth chest to tweak his nipple,
losing himself in the moment. He thought of those pink lips swallowing him,
pumping faster, hot and wet.

A knock at the door pulled him out of his haze. He quickly pulled the
blankets up over his twitching cock, heart leaping to his chest.

"Miles?" his dad said softly, pushing the door open. He stepped into the
room, bare chest still damp with water from his shower. His father, the
farmer, was a mountain of a man. His nails, still dirty despite the shower,
raked through his chest hair. He kept his towel tugged his waist and
immediately averted his eyes, easily able to tell just what the boy had
been doing.  "Sorry," he rumbled.  "I'm just putting dinner on." Without
another word, he turned and slipped out, closing the door.

Miles looked down at his aching cock, tenting up under his sheets. Reality
of his thoughts had crept in, and a sense of guilt filled his gut. He stood
up, trying to shake the thoughts of sheep from his mind.  Hormones, he told
himself. Just the weird hormones of puberty making him think sick thoughts.
He stood up and redressed, moving downstairs to join his father at the
table.

Miles loved his dad. He was a quiet man, hardened from a life on the farm,
though he often stated he could give whatever it took to make Miles happy.
And in that, Miles knew better than to take advantage of his father's kind
nature. Inside the kitchen, a blur of fur rushed to him, barking and
leaping up into his arms.

"Down, Nada! Down!" Miles shouted as the big husky slurped wildly at his
face.

"Naden'ka," Dad said from the stove. The correction happened so often it
was practically a running joke. Nadia hopped down from Miles's chest to run
quickly to his father. Dad insisted that a Siberian Husky should have a
Russian name. Miles argued that a pet name should be shorter than the dog's
real name, but his father insisted on using the proper Russian version.
Every time, the dog only listened to his father.

"Dumb dog," Miles grumbled. Nadia was supposed to be `his' dog, though she
only listened to his dad. The dog sat obediently as Dad's feet as he picked
away a bit of meat before placing the rest of the beef into pan to fry.

"Sit," he said, the dog immediately dropping down.  "Lay down," he said,
the dog flopping to her belly. "Good girl," he whispered, kneeling down to
let the dog devour the ball of ground beef from his palm.

Miles sat down at the table, casting a glance over to Svetlana, Nadia's
mother. Svetlana was an older dog, happily dozing in her dog bed in the
kitchen.  Her ears twitched as those bright blue eyes opened, glancing over
at Miles. Her tail thumped against the floor twice before she got up with a
stretch, moving closer to the boy. He absently extended a hand to pet her,
though she pushed past him to burrow her nose in his crotch,
snuffling. Miles pushed at the big muzzle, suddenly aware of the still damp
precum spots inside his boxers.  "Come on, leave that alone," Miles
whispered, glancing back at his dad. The thoughts began to run through his
head. Sheep fucker.  Would a dog fucker be any better?  Miles ran his hands
down Svetlana's back. Dad kept the dog's unfixed. He always talked about
grand dreams of breeding them, running a business with it. Though after the
hassle of finding a Sire for Svetlana, he said it wasn't worth trying
again. He said it felt wrong to sell the dogs, giving away the other pups
of the litter, purebreds. Miles looked it up once to see they were worth
two grand each, and his father gave away ten grand worth of dogs. It was
the only subject his father talked about at length, and Miles knew better
than to argue with that passion.

Dog fucker. That tail wagging against his belly. The thought evoked a warm
spurt of fresh precum into his boxers. Svetlana's tail began to wag faster,
head-butting harder into his crotch. "Svetlana, get off me!" Miles said,
standing up. His father glanced back from the stove. The boy quickly moved
his hands, covering his aching tent in his shorts.

"Sveta, leave it," his father said. Svetlana gave a low rumble before
moving back to her bed. Miles watched her walk back, glancing at that puffy
black snatch under that curly tail. His heart began to pound quick as he
sat back down, trying to shake the thoughts.  "What are you doing to get
her riled up?" his father said, setting a plate of burgers down in the
center of the table.

Miles furrowed his brow as he began to put his dinner together. "Nothing,
it just started..."

"She," his father cut him off. "She just started... what?"  He often
corrected Miles about that, insisting the dogs be addressed as `she' rather
than `it.'

"She just started pushing her nose in my lap," Miles finished, eating his
dinner. His father didn't offer follow up arguments. He sipped his beer,
occasionally letting his hand drift down to stroke Svetlana's ears. Nadia
moved up beside Miles, sniffing at him curiously. The boy set his fork down
and inched away, not wanting her to catch his scent too.  "Go lay down," he
said, snapping his finger and pointing. Nadia lowered her head and walked
back to her bed in the corner, tail curled between her legs.

They finished their dinner in a peaceful silence. Miles kept his eyes on
his plate, worried his father would somehow know about the thoughts
clouding his attention. After they finished, his dad stood up with a
stretch, fingers laced behind his head as he took a deep breath. "I think
I'll turn in early for the night. Don't stay up too late," he said, moving
close to his son. He leaned down and kissed the boy atop the head, nose
buried in his hair. Though he was typically short on words, he was
physically affectionate, wanting the boy to know he was loved. Miles leaned
up and kissed his dad on the chin.

"Sleep well, old man," he said, moving up to his feet to give him a warm
hug. His father accepted the embrace before he pulled back with a smile and
turned on his heels.

"Sveta," he said, the dog hopping up to follow along with him. She tended
to sleep in his bedroom at night. Miles never thought much of it; it was
just how it always had been. He figured Dad liked the company or to at
least hear her snoring at night. Miles began to clean up the plates,
stacking them in the dishwasher. Dad and Sveta. His cock lurched again. He
closed his eyes, trying to top himself.  Thinking about animals was one
thing, but it was even worse thinking about his own father.

Miles paced the house. He ran the dishwasher. He tried to watch TV. He
considered just jerking off again, hoping it would clear his head.  At
last, Miles sat in the living room floor, just letting those thoughts rush
through his head. Sheep fucker. Dog fucker. He wanted to fuck a dog. He
wanted to fuck a dog so badly.

"Nada," he whispered, looking over at the lazy dog, sitting on the floor
beside him.  The husky gave a snort, tail thumping onto the ground as she
rolled on her side.  Miles slid closer, hand reaching out to touch her
leg. He carefully adjusted his weight, staying quiet as possible. Her
watched her tail swish, glimpsing that soft furless mound. He reached up
and touched his fingertips to that warm flesh. Nadia opened her eyes and
glanced back.  Miles felt his heart jackhammering away in his chest as he
gently flexed his fingers, spreading the lips. So close. Sveta gave a low
growl, ears pinned, watching Miles closely. "Nada, hush..." he whispered,
continuing to flex his fingers, feeling those warm pussy lips under his
fingers. At last, Miles drove his finger between those warm lips, into the
heat.

Nadia yelped, jumping up and snapping her teeth. Miles kicked his feet back
into the carpet, sliding away. "Nadia, quiet down! You'll wake up Dad!" he
said frantically as she began to bark, loud angry barks.

"I'm awake."

The voice sent a chill up Miles's spine. He glanced up, his father standing
in the darkness of the hallway. He approached slowly, Svetlana flanking his
side. Nadia ran to his side, not jumping up but rather just lowering her
head, letting out a low whine. Miles felt his face burning, scrambling to
come up with the proper words. "She just started barking," he said. The
words came out weak and distance, unable to come up with an explanation.

"You can't just put your finger in her if she doesn't want it," his Dad
said. Miles felt nauseous, breath quickening.

"Dad, I..."

"You'll speak when spoken to," his father cut him off. He did not raise his
voice, though the image of the large farmer, flanked by two big dogs, was
terrifying.  His father knelt down in the living room floor, knees popping
and crackling as he settled himself down. Nadia stepped behind him, curling
up and staring up nervously at Miles.  "Sveta, playtime."  Svetlana moved
up, her movements a bit slowed, just like her owner. She moved to her chest
and rolled onto her back, puffy snatch on full display. Miles stared at his
father, eyes meeting; his own gaze pierced through the boy.  "Sit still,
don't talk, and don't look away," he said lowly as he stroked the dog's
muzzle. Svetlana's tongue flicked out, catching his dad's fingers. He held
the fingers there, letting the dog coat them in drool.  He leaned down, the
dog licking at his lips. And his dad opened his mouth, welcoming that
tongue inside.

The fingers slid down and gently touched her swollen lips. He slid the
finger carefully between them. Svetlana stretched her back, grinding her
hips back against the fingers . His father's thick fingertip slowly slipped
inside. He moved it carefully up, sliding across her clit. She began to
buck faster, riding his fingers. His father let out a soft rumble,
mimicking the dogs, leaning down to kiss her muzzle again before
withdrawing the fingers slowly.  He held them aloft, covered in thick
juices.  Svetlana craned her head down to lick herself, tongue driving
inside her own pussy in broad slurps.  Miles sat in stunned silence as his
father carefully licked his fingers clean.

"There are bestialists and zoophiles," he said as Svetlana raised her head
to his lap, nestling close to her lover.  "A bestialist uses an animal like
a sex toy. It's just a taboo they want to break. They want the rush of
trying something they haven't done before.  They're trash. And watching the
way you just tried to use this poor girl to get your rocks off, I'm not
about to let my son go down that path."  He reached back to stroke Nadia's
ears affectionately. "A zoophile is someone who loves an animal,
deeply. They care for their emotions, they're mental wellbeing. They use
their position as a human not to take advantage of the animal but to give
them an even better life." Nadia moved to her feet, moving closer to
Miles. "Call her, son."

Miles hesitated, looking at the dog. He let his father's words sink into
his head, staring deeply into those blues eyes. He opened his mouth,
searching for words. At last, he whispered, "Naden'ka." His first time
calling her that name. Her ears perked up as he moved carefully
closer. "I'm sorry, girl. I'm sorry."  Nadia leaned forward and touched her
muzzle to Miles's face. He took a deep breath, taking in her scent . He
opened his mouth as she began to lick, welcoming her tongue inside. He
licked back eagerly, lost in the moment, hands stroking over those sharp
ears. He pulled back to glance at his father, a widening smile on both
their faces. "Dad, do you have her trained?"

"No, boy. She's been waiting for you. Sveta's daughter with my son," he
said, fingers idly toying with Svetlana's leaking pussy. The wet squelching
grew quicker as he easily worked two fingers in and out of her.

Miles looked down at the girl, her tail wagging quickly. "Naden'ka, let's
play," he whispered, stroking her cheeks. The girl turned and lowered her
forepaws, tail hiked high to show off her needy pussy.  Miles stroked her
hips. He guided her onto her back and looked down at her, splayed out,
wanting. She let out a whine, tail swishing across the floor. Miles began
to lick his fingers before another thought dawned on him, another way to
get her ready.  He leaned down and inhaled her scents, the wealth of
pheromones coming from her juices. He rubbed his thumbs down the soft lips
before peeling them open. He leaned down and pushed his tongue
inside. Nadia let out a low rumble, grinding quickly back against his
face. Miles slurped and swirled his tongue.

"Up near the top is her clit," his father said, breaking the silence. The
rough hand gripped the boy by the neck, holding him in place.  He guided
him back to watch carefully as he spread her pussy. "This little spot
here. This is what you need to make her cum." Though his father's hand
shoved him closer, Miles would have dove in without hesitation anyway. He
slurped and licked, working his tongue deep and curling upward.  She bucked
wildly, tail swishing fast as he ate out that juicy dog pussy.  His cock
ached, dribbling precum like a faucet as he slowly pulled away.  Instinct
was calling to him. He glanced over at his father, who only gave a nod. And
then, he glanced to Svetlana. The old husky slowly lowered her head in a
bow, acknowledging him, giving her daughter away.

Miles leaned back as Nadia leapt up into quick circles, spiraling around in
an excited dance.  She dropped her forepaws in a play bow to Miles. The boy
mimicked her motions before stripping off his soaked boxers. She leaned in
to sniff at his leaking cock before slurping across it. He glanced over at
his father who had hauled his own cock, uncut like his own. He balls swayed
as he jerked off, Svetlana slurping over the head as he peeled his skin
back.  Miles did the same, toes curling from the quick licks of that
velvety tongue. He pushed her head away, panting for breath, though the
girl kept pressing in close licking over anything she could reach.  He
moved up and pressed him against her, wrestling his way behind her. She
kept her hips hiked, whining with need, tail wagging quickly across his
belly.  Miles grabbed the back of his cock, trying to hit his target. Nadia
whined and bucked back needingly.

Miles felt his father's thick cock pressed up against him as he leaned
behind his boy. The rough hands slid down his son's hips. "You need to aim
up and forward. Shh. Just relax and let it happen. Your body knows how to
do it. We are zoophiles, son. Let nature happen."  Miles took a deep
breath, watching the girl's movements. He pressed the head between those
lips. It was happening. It was really happening. He watched those needy
pussy swallow his cock. The tight ring gripped around his cockhead. He sank
slowly forward, watching the dog arch her back, pressing back into him. His
hips meet hers. His father released, letting out a lone word: "Fuck."

Miles began to fuck, his hips slapping against hers. He fell forward,
wrapping his arms around her chest as he bucked faster, feeling that
leaking pussy dribble with juice each time he pulled out. He angled his
thrusts upward as she panted, riding him as quick as her body would
allow. He looked up to watch his father and Svetlana. She curled up on her
back as his father angled his cock down, sinking inside her missionary
style. He leaned down to whispered in her ear, "Sorry it's been so long,
girl. I've missed this, too. Let's show these young pups we still have it."

Miles began to fuck quicker, watching the scene unfold.  His father fucked
his lover, thick cock plunging in and out of her with a wet squelch.  His
body glistened with sweat and he fucked quicker, Svetlana's hips bouncing
as she raised back to meet his thrusts. Nadia's wagging tail whipped across
Miles's abdomen and chest. They two couples mated and bred, father and
mother watching their offspring with pride.  Miles looked up, across his
father's hairy chest.  His father looked at his boy's widening shoulders.
Their eyes met, full of love and passion. They both slammed to the hilt,
words of no use. Miles let out a feral shout as his father's chest grew
with a guttural roar. The dogs raised their heads to howl as both girls
came. Miles moaned louder, feeling the gush of pussy juices running down
his balls as she clenched tight around him.

He came hard, hot boiling cum spurting deep inside her. He gasped for air,
hugging her tight as he bred her, mated with her. His father pulled out,
letting out a deep grunt as spurt over spurt of hot cum covered her spread
and leaking hole. Svetlana craned her head down, extending her tongue to
catch the rest of her lover's load.  She licked herself clean rolling her
tongue inside her own folds.

Nadia pulled forward, evoking a moan from Miles as his cock slipped free
from her. She barked excitedly, curling around him, leaning up to lick his
face. Miles laughed, trying to keep up with the excited motions, returning
the licks whenever she wasn't too quick.

Miles stared at his father as the elder rose to his feet, his cock
glistening with his lover's juices. He fell to his knees, not giving it a
second thought. He held the thick cock in his hands, the cock that made
him, and began to lick it clean. His father was the alpha and needed to be
served. His father shuddered as the tongue worked over the hypersensative
flesh, still reeling in the after glow. His cock began to swell to full
hardness as Miles wraped a hand around it. He had watched Emmit so many
times; he knew how to do it. He began to bob his head quicker as his father
held his head still. The big hands seized the boy by both ears and began to
buck his hips, grunting through his nose as a second small load dribbled
onto the boy's tongue.

Miles tilted his head back, savoring his father's cum, the source of
life. He swallowed and looked up with a grin, feeling the change in their
relationship, knowing things would never be the same. His father pulled him
up to his feet and embraced his boy, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
Miles pressed into the warmth of his father's arms, hugging tight against
him. His father whispered, "I love you, son."

"I love you, too, Dad," he replied.  "We are zoophiles."

"Yes, son. We are zoophiles."