TheEquineMystique
Zooville Settler
I would like to share my journey to zoo exclusivity with anyone who might need comfort or to just feel less alone if there are those out there like I am. It will be a long post, as I am late middle-aged and have quite a bit of history. Just for clarity, I am a guy.
The very first sexual experience I can remember is because it has affected the rest of my life. I remember being taken to an event with my sister. It was a horseback trail ride, and I was along because I was not to be left at home alone. I don't recall any details, but I do recall that I was put on my own horse, able to ride solo on the horse, but in the string of horses so I'd be safe. The thing I carried away from this was that I was erect for almost the entire ride - something about it, I don't know if it was the horse itself or the motion I felt had my body reacting.
From that day onward, I had a love of horses that I simply couldn't deny. I wanted to be around them and ride them, but unfortunately the times I got to do so were very limited. I do remember the pony rides at my dad's company party and I would always want to do that, until I got too old and big for the ponies. As I grew up, I would put pillows over my bedrail and act as if I was riding a horse. I can't recall if this was the case or not, but I believe my first orgasm came from doing that. At some point, I found I could masturbate laying over the bedrail and putting pressure on myself until I came. This became my method of masturbation, as I was able to orgasm much quicker than stroking myself.
I found myself having erections whenever I'd see rodeos on TV... seeing the bronc riders always got me going. Something about seeing the horses trying to buck their riders off always got me hard. I thought it quite strange that this turned me on. I accepted this about myself, but never shared it with anyone. I was never able to do anything in real life, because we didn't know anyone who had horses, and I wasn't brave enough to ask my parents to take me riding. My only attempt at sexuality with an animal until my junior year in high school was with my male dog. I tried once, at night, to penetrate him anally. With my lack of sexual knowledge, I knew nothing about lube, so I tried to enter him dry. Well, I'm sure you can figure out where that went. He yelped, and I stopped.
My junior year of high school things changed. We got a new neighbor, and he had pony. He allowed me to spend time with her, and I got to know her a little bit. She allowed me to hop on her, so I did one day, and commenced to masturbating on her back. I don't recall finishing, as my neighbor came out and asked me to get off of her, because he said she could possibly be pregnant. He said she liked me, as he made the comment that she had started following me around. I was overjoyed with her acceptance of me! I visited her multiple times (and yes, I admit, I visited her without the owner's knowledge... as I said, I was a horny teenager), riding and spending time with her. In one of my visits, I found her lady parts and played with her. She didn't seem to mind my fingers inside her. It was short and quick, but it laid the foundation for our first sexual encounter.
My neighbors' pony and I had sex multiple times. I had to be careful, of course, because I didn't want to get caught. I know it was wrong to fence-hop, but when you're young you do lots of stupid things. I greatly enjoyed sex with her, and she stood for me every time and didn't try to get away, even though I didn't have a halter or any way to handle her.
I enjoyed those visits with her, but as they say, "all good things come to an end." I went into the military and didn't see my pony lover again. After my stint in the military (4 years), I met a gal online. We met in real life in my hometown, and when she got back home she discovered she had been broken into. I moved out there to be with her. After I had lived out there a while, I discovered a horseback riding rental place, and we went there the first time to ride. I had no idea that once you were out in the pasture, they turned you loose to go wherever you wanted to go. I took advantage of this and took my horse all over. I was, of course, hard while I was riding, and at one point the horse was trotting around some trees and, outside of my control, I orgasmed. I have never orgasmed while riding before nor have I done so since. I'm not sure what caused it. I went back many times to this place, because it was inexpensive and for me, it was lots of fun. The gal I was with asked me to stop riding, though, as she felt it was unfair that I went and she couldn't (or wouldn't). I did stop. We got married and were together for almost 7 years, and throughout most of that seven years, she cheated on me with someone. It wasn't until she caught me looking at beast porn that she stopped her cheating and gave herself to me, and only me. It didn't last. She had plans for a girlfriend of hers to come out, and I asked her if she was planning to play with her girlfriend. She said yes. I told her, okay, if you play with her, I'm going to go riding without you. A few months later I caught her having internet sex with another man. Thus ended my first marriage.
I started riding at rental places often, at least once to twice a week, as there was one close by and it was relatively inexpensive. I looked at the cost I was incurring and decided to put that money towards a horse of my own. A few weeks later, I was a proud owner of a rescue horse. I had him for about three months when this cute little mare came into the rescue barn. Little did I know that I would end up buying the mare and losing my first horse a month after I bought the mare.
I had the mare for quite some time. Despite my attraction and love for horses, I didn't do anything with my first horse or this mare other than masturbating astride them. I then bought my third horse, then met my soon to be second wife, and we bought another rescue together. I ended up leaving the mare to sit more often, and she didn't like that, even though she was a fabulous horse. I ended up selling her to focus on the two horses that we had. My wife and I ended up having our first child, and after he was born, things began to change in the marriage. She stopped going to the barn as much and rarely rode her horse. When the second was born, her interest in the horses completely stopped, and she started demanding that I cut back on my time with the horses. I went from riding several times a week down to about once a month. As things declined in our marriage, my interest in the horses sexually grew, and I began to want mares again. It didn't take long before I indulged, and I was soon having sex regularly with mares. My wife and I were still active sexually, but as things went further and further south, her interest in me declined and we got to the point where sex was extremely rare. I was enjoying time with the mares in the barn, as well as our (supposed to be more hers) gelding, who turned out to be quite accommodating with anal sex. This continued until we eventually divorced, despite counseling and my heartfelt attempts to make things better between us.
After we split, I adopted a female dog and my time was full with training and teaching her not to be afraid of everything. I wanted to be intimate with her, but unfortunately she was so small inside that there was no way I could get inside her. I did end up having anal sex with her, and I still do from time to time. Not long after I adopted my dog, I had a Facebook post shared with me by a friend of mine of this GORGEOUS mare that was for sale. I was casually considering a second horse, as I don't like having only one horse, in case that one horse gets sick or hurt, as I really enjoy riding. As soon as I saw her I knew I had to go look at her. It was love at first sight. She was gorgeous, very affectionate, and, lets face it, sexy as all get out. I bought her and took her home a few weeks later. She and I bonded quickly, but I refrained from sexual activity with her until our relationship was much more solid. I was still sexually active, as the barn had a couple mares I was with regularly. Regardless of the fact that we weren't intimate, she quickly took my heart. She and I bonded stronger than any other horse I had ever owned, and quickly became my heart horse.
I finally risked intimacy with her. Our first time was very short, as she didn't stand for me but for a few seconds. I still wanted her, but I left her alone a while longer and went back to the mare that was my regular at the time. I tried intimacy again with my mare months later, and had some success with her. Not long after I was successfully intimate with her, I met a new woman, and we started dating quickly. I stopped having sex with the horses when we started dating. I brought my two horses over to her barn for a riding play night, and they didn't leave. I moved in with her very quickly. I decided that I wanted this relationship to work, and I didn't want secrets, so I shared that I had been intimate with my mare. Well, you can imagine how that went. She became jealous of my mare and the time that we spent together, as my mare had lots of mane and tail hair (she is a Friesian cross) and I cared for her diligently. We had so many fights over her, and I finally said, if we have one more fight over her, I'm gonna sell her. Well, it happened, and I sold her. It was one of the worst decisions I ever made, and it destroyed me emotionally. She was my heart horse, and I loved her... but I loved my girlfriend too. I thought my girlfriend and I could go the distance, so I let my mare go. The next day after I showed her to the girl that would be her new lease-to-own owner, my girlfriend and I had a fight, and she said that we were done. I simply couldn't go any further, as I was already emotionally distraught from selling my horse, I was tired from lack of sleep, and now I was losing my girlfriend. I broke down and cried for almost 45 minutes. My girlfriend did comfort me, but was still resentful because she thought all my crying was for my mare. It was partially for her... but that night a dam broke in me from years of pain I had bottled up inside. I cried from all that pain and heartache that I had behind that dam. Our relationship continued, but I said goodbye to my heart horse when I dropped her off at her new barn.
The arrangement with her lease-to-own person didn't last, and my heart horse ended up going to my best friend, who had recently lost a horse of her own. It was a great arrangement, because I still got to see my heart horse, even though she didn't belong to me, as I cared for her feet and we went trail riding together. My relationship with my gf continued, and I asked her to marry me. A few months after my proposal, things rapidly started to decline between us. Again, as things declined, I started wanting mares again. As we had none, I turned to my hound and both my gelding and my gf's gelding. Things went from bad to worse, and we finally broke up. I had promised myself that if I broke up with her, I'd ask my friend if I could have my mare back. I was talking to my friend that owned my heart horse a day or two after our breakup, and she asked me if I wanted her back. I, of course, said yes, and we traded horses... she got my gelding and I got my heart horse back!
The last year has been a whirlwind of amazing growth between my heart horse and I. She has carried me on some amazing trails and has shown me her heart in so many different ways. We went on a trail ride with a huge number of downed trees, and she navigated them all like a champ. We've done trail competitions, in which we placed well despite our inexperience with competitions. We also did a trail ride where we were all alone, and she suddenly stopped in the middle of the trail. I thought she was just tired and was resting, as she stood there still, not even moving her head side to side, but an idea struck me and I found out that she had something totally different on her mind. We rode up to the top of the trail, and there made love out in the open (I made as sure as I could that we were alone). It was an amazing experience, and I learned that day to pay closer attention to her.
A few months ago, a fellow zoo told me to start paying closer attention to her by spending time with her just being with her. Not training, not riding... just being with her and listening to her. This opened me up to her body language and showed me that she shows affection to me in very subtle ways. I quickly felt myself becoming even attached even deeper to her, as my feelings for her started to grow rapidly. I asked her (whispered in her ear) if she would be my lover. As we had been intimate for some time, I felt this was just a formality. Still, I felt it important to ask. As my feelings for her grew and intensified. I began to wonder if I had fallen in love with her. As I have had so many failed relationships, I was unsure if I had ever truly been in love with any of the women I have been with. The emotions that I felt for my mare were similar only to the emotions I felt for my first girlfriend. I questioned if I was in love or not, as I am not sure if I was in love with my first girlfriend.
Not very long after I had asked my mare to be my lover (maybe a month or two), I felt that we had moved even further along. I asked her to be my mate. I bought a ring for myself, and bought a rhythm bead necklace for her to symbolize our marriage. A few weeks ago, I asked a fellow zoo how he knew he was in love with his animal, as he had a mare lover at one point that was his heart horse. He told me exactly the kind of emotions that I was feeling for my mare. Not but a day or two after he told me that, I heard a song that was posted on the chat that was about the love of a mare. It broke me, and I cried like a baby. I knew at that point that I was truly in love with my mare.
Although a part of me still wants a relationship with a woman, I have made the decision to be solely hers. I will never share her affections with another woman. I do have a second mare, who I am intimate with, but my heart and soul belongs to my beautiful, lovely Friesian cross mare. I am now a zoophile, where before I was a bestialist. I had no idea what the difference was until I fell deeply in love with my mare. It's hard that I can't shout my love for her out to the world, as she deserves all of the praise and love and adoration that I can muster for her.
I don't know if anyone will want to read through my story, but if you do, I hope that it somehow helps you. It took me a long time to get here... but now I feel deeply loved and cared for by my amazing four-legged, swishy-tailed wife. I will cherish all the days that I have with her. Make sure to cherish the days you have with your loves... as tomorrow is never promised to anyone.
I pray blessings upon you all!
The very first sexual experience I can remember is because it has affected the rest of my life. I remember being taken to an event with my sister. It was a horseback trail ride, and I was along because I was not to be left at home alone. I don't recall any details, but I do recall that I was put on my own horse, able to ride solo on the horse, but in the string of horses so I'd be safe. The thing I carried away from this was that I was erect for almost the entire ride - something about it, I don't know if it was the horse itself or the motion I felt had my body reacting.
From that day onward, I had a love of horses that I simply couldn't deny. I wanted to be around them and ride them, but unfortunately the times I got to do so were very limited. I do remember the pony rides at my dad's company party and I would always want to do that, until I got too old and big for the ponies. As I grew up, I would put pillows over my bedrail and act as if I was riding a horse. I can't recall if this was the case or not, but I believe my first orgasm came from doing that. At some point, I found I could masturbate laying over the bedrail and putting pressure on myself until I came. This became my method of masturbation, as I was able to orgasm much quicker than stroking myself.
I found myself having erections whenever I'd see rodeos on TV... seeing the bronc riders always got me going. Something about seeing the horses trying to buck their riders off always got me hard. I thought it quite strange that this turned me on. I accepted this about myself, but never shared it with anyone. I was never able to do anything in real life, because we didn't know anyone who had horses, and I wasn't brave enough to ask my parents to take me riding. My only attempt at sexuality with an animal until my junior year in high school was with my male dog. I tried once, at night, to penetrate him anally. With my lack of sexual knowledge, I knew nothing about lube, so I tried to enter him dry. Well, I'm sure you can figure out where that went. He yelped, and I stopped.
My junior year of high school things changed. We got a new neighbor, and he had pony. He allowed me to spend time with her, and I got to know her a little bit. She allowed me to hop on her, so I did one day, and commenced to masturbating on her back. I don't recall finishing, as my neighbor came out and asked me to get off of her, because he said she could possibly be pregnant. He said she liked me, as he made the comment that she had started following me around. I was overjoyed with her acceptance of me! I visited her multiple times (and yes, I admit, I visited her without the owner's knowledge... as I said, I was a horny teenager), riding and spending time with her. In one of my visits, I found her lady parts and played with her. She didn't seem to mind my fingers inside her. It was short and quick, but it laid the foundation for our first sexual encounter.
My neighbors' pony and I had sex multiple times. I had to be careful, of course, because I didn't want to get caught. I know it was wrong to fence-hop, but when you're young you do lots of stupid things. I greatly enjoyed sex with her, and she stood for me every time and didn't try to get away, even though I didn't have a halter or any way to handle her.
I enjoyed those visits with her, but as they say, "all good things come to an end." I went into the military and didn't see my pony lover again. After my stint in the military (4 years), I met a gal online. We met in real life in my hometown, and when she got back home she discovered she had been broken into. I moved out there to be with her. After I had lived out there a while, I discovered a horseback riding rental place, and we went there the first time to ride. I had no idea that once you were out in the pasture, they turned you loose to go wherever you wanted to go. I took advantage of this and took my horse all over. I was, of course, hard while I was riding, and at one point the horse was trotting around some trees and, outside of my control, I orgasmed. I have never orgasmed while riding before nor have I done so since. I'm not sure what caused it. I went back many times to this place, because it was inexpensive and for me, it was lots of fun. The gal I was with asked me to stop riding, though, as she felt it was unfair that I went and she couldn't (or wouldn't). I did stop. We got married and were together for almost 7 years, and throughout most of that seven years, she cheated on me with someone. It wasn't until she caught me looking at beast porn that she stopped her cheating and gave herself to me, and only me. It didn't last. She had plans for a girlfriend of hers to come out, and I asked her if she was planning to play with her girlfriend. She said yes. I told her, okay, if you play with her, I'm going to go riding without you. A few months later I caught her having internet sex with another man. Thus ended my first marriage.
I started riding at rental places often, at least once to twice a week, as there was one close by and it was relatively inexpensive. I looked at the cost I was incurring and decided to put that money towards a horse of my own. A few weeks later, I was a proud owner of a rescue horse. I had him for about three months when this cute little mare came into the rescue barn. Little did I know that I would end up buying the mare and losing my first horse a month after I bought the mare.
I had the mare for quite some time. Despite my attraction and love for horses, I didn't do anything with my first horse or this mare other than masturbating astride them. I then bought my third horse, then met my soon to be second wife, and we bought another rescue together. I ended up leaving the mare to sit more often, and she didn't like that, even though she was a fabulous horse. I ended up selling her to focus on the two horses that we had. My wife and I ended up having our first child, and after he was born, things began to change in the marriage. She stopped going to the barn as much and rarely rode her horse. When the second was born, her interest in the horses completely stopped, and she started demanding that I cut back on my time with the horses. I went from riding several times a week down to about once a month. As things declined in our marriage, my interest in the horses sexually grew, and I began to want mares again. It didn't take long before I indulged, and I was soon having sex regularly with mares. My wife and I were still active sexually, but as things went further and further south, her interest in me declined and we got to the point where sex was extremely rare. I was enjoying time with the mares in the barn, as well as our (supposed to be more hers) gelding, who turned out to be quite accommodating with anal sex. This continued until we eventually divorced, despite counseling and my heartfelt attempts to make things better between us.
After we split, I adopted a female dog and my time was full with training and teaching her not to be afraid of everything. I wanted to be intimate with her, but unfortunately she was so small inside that there was no way I could get inside her. I did end up having anal sex with her, and I still do from time to time. Not long after I adopted my dog, I had a Facebook post shared with me by a friend of mine of this GORGEOUS mare that was for sale. I was casually considering a second horse, as I don't like having only one horse, in case that one horse gets sick or hurt, as I really enjoy riding. As soon as I saw her I knew I had to go look at her. It was love at first sight. She was gorgeous, very affectionate, and, lets face it, sexy as all get out. I bought her and took her home a few weeks later. She and I bonded quickly, but I refrained from sexual activity with her until our relationship was much more solid. I was still sexually active, as the barn had a couple mares I was with regularly. Regardless of the fact that we weren't intimate, she quickly took my heart. She and I bonded stronger than any other horse I had ever owned, and quickly became my heart horse.
I finally risked intimacy with her. Our first time was very short, as she didn't stand for me but for a few seconds. I still wanted her, but I left her alone a while longer and went back to the mare that was my regular at the time. I tried intimacy again with my mare months later, and had some success with her. Not long after I was successfully intimate with her, I met a new woman, and we started dating quickly. I stopped having sex with the horses when we started dating. I brought my two horses over to her barn for a riding play night, and they didn't leave. I moved in with her very quickly. I decided that I wanted this relationship to work, and I didn't want secrets, so I shared that I had been intimate with my mare. Well, you can imagine how that went. She became jealous of my mare and the time that we spent together, as my mare had lots of mane and tail hair (she is a Friesian cross) and I cared for her diligently. We had so many fights over her, and I finally said, if we have one more fight over her, I'm gonna sell her. Well, it happened, and I sold her. It was one of the worst decisions I ever made, and it destroyed me emotionally. She was my heart horse, and I loved her... but I loved my girlfriend too. I thought my girlfriend and I could go the distance, so I let my mare go. The next day after I showed her to the girl that would be her new lease-to-own owner, my girlfriend and I had a fight, and she said that we were done. I simply couldn't go any further, as I was already emotionally distraught from selling my horse, I was tired from lack of sleep, and now I was losing my girlfriend. I broke down and cried for almost 45 minutes. My girlfriend did comfort me, but was still resentful because she thought all my crying was for my mare. It was partially for her... but that night a dam broke in me from years of pain I had bottled up inside. I cried from all that pain and heartache that I had behind that dam. Our relationship continued, but I said goodbye to my heart horse when I dropped her off at her new barn.
The arrangement with her lease-to-own person didn't last, and my heart horse ended up going to my best friend, who had recently lost a horse of her own. It was a great arrangement, because I still got to see my heart horse, even though she didn't belong to me, as I cared for her feet and we went trail riding together. My relationship with my gf continued, and I asked her to marry me. A few months after my proposal, things rapidly started to decline between us. Again, as things declined, I started wanting mares again. As we had none, I turned to my hound and both my gelding and my gf's gelding. Things went from bad to worse, and we finally broke up. I had promised myself that if I broke up with her, I'd ask my friend if I could have my mare back. I was talking to my friend that owned my heart horse a day or two after our breakup, and she asked me if I wanted her back. I, of course, said yes, and we traded horses... she got my gelding and I got my heart horse back!
The last year has been a whirlwind of amazing growth between my heart horse and I. She has carried me on some amazing trails and has shown me her heart in so many different ways. We went on a trail ride with a huge number of downed trees, and she navigated them all like a champ. We've done trail competitions, in which we placed well despite our inexperience with competitions. We also did a trail ride where we were all alone, and she suddenly stopped in the middle of the trail. I thought she was just tired and was resting, as she stood there still, not even moving her head side to side, but an idea struck me and I found out that she had something totally different on her mind. We rode up to the top of the trail, and there made love out in the open (I made as sure as I could that we were alone). It was an amazing experience, and I learned that day to pay closer attention to her.
A few months ago, a fellow zoo told me to start paying closer attention to her by spending time with her just being with her. Not training, not riding... just being with her and listening to her. This opened me up to her body language and showed me that she shows affection to me in very subtle ways. I quickly felt myself becoming even attached even deeper to her, as my feelings for her started to grow rapidly. I asked her (whispered in her ear) if she would be my lover. As we had been intimate for some time, I felt this was just a formality. Still, I felt it important to ask. As my feelings for her grew and intensified. I began to wonder if I had fallen in love with her. As I have had so many failed relationships, I was unsure if I had ever truly been in love with any of the women I have been with. The emotions that I felt for my mare were similar only to the emotions I felt for my first girlfriend. I questioned if I was in love or not, as I am not sure if I was in love with my first girlfriend.
Not very long after I had asked my mare to be my lover (maybe a month or two), I felt that we had moved even further along. I asked her to be my mate. I bought a ring for myself, and bought a rhythm bead necklace for her to symbolize our marriage. A few weeks ago, I asked a fellow zoo how he knew he was in love with his animal, as he had a mare lover at one point that was his heart horse. He told me exactly the kind of emotions that I was feeling for my mare. Not but a day or two after he told me that, I heard a song that was posted on the chat that was about the love of a mare. It broke me, and I cried like a baby. I knew at that point that I was truly in love with my mare.
Although a part of me still wants a relationship with a woman, I have made the decision to be solely hers. I will never share her affections with another woman. I do have a second mare, who I am intimate with, but my heart and soul belongs to my beautiful, lovely Friesian cross mare. I am now a zoophile, where before I was a bestialist. I had no idea what the difference was until I fell deeply in love with my mare. It's hard that I can't shout my love for her out to the world, as she deserves all of the praise and love and adoration that I can muster for her.
I don't know if anyone will want to read through my story, but if you do, I hope that it somehow helps you. It took me a long time to get here... but now I feel deeply loved and cared for by my amazing four-legged, swishy-tailed wife. I will cherish all the days that I have with her. Make sure to cherish the days you have with your loves... as tomorrow is never promised to anyone.
I pray blessings upon you all!
