A Traumatizing Encounter with My Family's Large Guard Dog Many people may find this disturbing, but I have one question for them; Have you tried it? This is my story of how I was first introduced into the world of bestiality. Growing up in a home with only 1 parent meant my Mom had to work two jobs to keep the bills paid, meaning I was home alone most of the time. Now I wouldn't say I lived in a bad neighborhood just that you could never be to careful. So what did my mom get to keep me and the house safe while she was gone? A dog. But not just any dog. Oh no! Far from it. In all honesty I'm still debating whether that was a mini horse or something. We had a Great Dane/Mastiff mix that, if standing on his hind legs, was well over 6 feet high. He was about 6'6 on his back legs, about 4'6 on his 4 paws. He was pitch black with a small white patch of fur under his legs, in his groin area; He also had a caramel tint to his face so, as a 10 year old, I called him Hershey. Hershey was my best friend and, sadly, my only friend. We now skip ahead 2 ½-ish years to when I was around 12 and where this story really gets going. But alas I must describe myself and keep you, the poor horny reader, agitated and impatient. I'm currently 6'3 but I was probably about 5'9 when I was 12. I had REALLY bleach blonde hair and super dark brown eyes, almost black. I was never skinny, but I certainly wasn't fat. Just had a little extra fluff to me. But now, FINALLY, I'll start on my story. It was a warm summer morning, like any other, and yet not the same. …but everything was about to change
